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highway-143 · 3 months ago

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savior- yang jungwon

genre: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, vampire au, answer to this ask

pairing: vampire!jungwon x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko (open taglist)

word count: 2.9k

now playing: still monster- enhypen

a.n- loll this is my first wonnie fic so im kinda excited lmao... also uhhh i had to bring some of &team in to this one like how could i not 😫😫😫

tw: mentions of pedophilia, profanity, gang rape (ugh its part of the plot ToT), fingering, general vampire activities, probs more idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"when's the project due?"

minjae scrolls through her phone, trying to find the assignment on canvas. all the other students in your class are milling around the room, talking with their partners and figuring out the right topic.

"uhh..." she clicks a few more times. "april 14th. two weeks. we definitely have enough time."

you sigh, tapping your fingers on the desk. "what do you want it to be about?"

"i dont know..." she murmurs. "maybe world war II? that's always a safe option."

"we could try the vietnam war?"

"what about the holocaust specifically? like dive in depth to that." minjae chews on her fingernails, a habit you quickly discovered since you met her.

you grab her hand and pull it away from her mouth. "you need to stop. but yeah, that sounds like a good topic."

you feel a presence to your side, and see yuma leaning on the end of the long table.

"what's up?"

he smiles at minjae and turns to look at you. "so, y/n... are you free on saturday?"

"yeah, why?" you look at minjae, and she gives you her 'excited eyes'

"i thought you might like to come with me to a basketball game. the team is playing that day."

you grin, a little too elated. you had known yuma for a while now, you two were friends at best.

"yeah, that sounds awesome! text me the details!"

he smirks, nods, and walks away, leaving you and minjae giggling at each other.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

minjae sits on the edge of your bed, rambling about her statistics teacher.

thank god you didn't take that class. from what she said, he sounded like an asshole.

"- and he expects us to understand how to solve the questions without actually teaching us how to do them! he sucks!"

you laugh and flop onto your bed, closing your eyes and smiling.

"yo bro.... who got you smiling like that??" says minjae.

you giggle, kicking your legs into the air. "yumaaaaa..." you draw out the last syllable, a stupid grin on your face.

minjae chuckles. "girl, you're so down bad for him."

"i know!" you say, throwing a pillow at her.

she throws it back at you. "i still can't believe he asked you out!!"

"me too! i can't wait for saturday, oh my godddd."

"only three more days!"

you both scream, the shrieks turning to a fit of giggles as you roll around on the bed.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"hey, what do you think you're doing?"

you were about to sit in a chair in your chem class, a random one that wasn't occupied.

"uh... sitting down?" you say to the boy standing in front of you. he had thick black hair, bangs framing his face that probably would have been cute if not for the scowl he was giving you.

"no, you aren't. " he grabs your arm and pulls you away from the chair, sitting down in it before you could react.

he smirks and props his feet up on the desk, nodding to you. "thanks princess."

you stutter, confused. "um... what the fuck? who the hell are you?"

he laughs. "jungwon. and this is my seat. i sit here every single class."

you roll your eyes. "okay bud. whatever."

jerk.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

you keep bumping into jungwon after that.

it was almost like he was following you.

he was at the food court entrance when you walked in, outside the bathrooms when you needed to touch up your makeup, working at the starbucks you decided to get a drink from.

everywhere.

you were relieved for the break on saturday

you and minjae were in your dorm, she helped you pick out an outfit, cargo jeans, a baby tee, and a light grey hoodie. you were touching up your makeup when you heard the knock rattle the door.

minjae opened the door to reveal yuma, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

you shot each other a quick look.

he was handsome.

"hey yuma!" you say, clipping in your second earring. "just a sec!"

he grins and leans against the doorframe, watching you zip ypur hoodie halfway up in the mirror.

"you look really pretty," he says, looking you up and down. "damn"

you blush and he steps to the side so you can walk out the door.

you glance back at minjae, who is jumping up and down, mouth open in a silent scream of excitement.

yuma walks you through the campus to the stadium on the other side.

"-so yeah, i think drake is the best modern day rapper."

you laugh. "uh, i'm pretty sure that title goes to kendrick. i mean, isn't drake a pedo?"

he grins. "fair. but his songs are catchier than kendrick's."

"oh, so not like us is just being thrown to the side?!" you act offended, covering your mouth with your hand as if you were in a 50's movie.

"okay, i'll give him that one. it's an earworm for sure though"

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

the game was amazing. your school won, leaving your end of the court screaming and cheering. everyone was high on the energy from the game.

yuma walked with you in the darkness, staying close to your side.

"over here, i know a shortcut."

he walks down an alley. you hesitate before following, unsure of whether you should go the same way.

"yuma, are you sure that's the right way?"

"im sure!" he calls, waving his arm for you to follow him.

you take a few reluctant steps between the two tall buildings on either side of the walkway.

and then you hear a rustle behind you.

you look for yuma.

he's gone.

"yu-!" a hand claps over your mouth.

you try to scream as fingers bury into your waist, try to call for help as you feel yourself get carried deeper into the alley.

but your efforts are futile.

you bite down on the hand covering your mouth.

"ah shit!" says the voice of a man. "little bitch!"

he slaps you on the cheek.

you're pinned against the wall, two boys pinning you by your arms against the rough bricks.

the one who covered your mouth is in front of you. tall, fairly attractive with dark eyes and black hair.

"nice job yuma. got us a pretty little slut to use."

"yuma!" you yell, head spinning to see him standing a few feet away. "what are you doing?!"

he laughs, a smirk forming on his face. "naive, aren't you?"

he watches as the one in front of you steps closer and places a hand on your jaw.

"so beautiful... oh this is going to be fun"

you whimper as his hands drag down your chest, manhandling your breasts and pulling your shirt up. you feel tears start to form in your eyes.

"please don't." you plead, arms straining against your prison between the two others. "please"

the tall one laughs. "nice try, princess."

you sob when he pinches your nipples, your body squirming under his touch.

he runs his hands to your jeans, popping the button.

"let's see that pretty little cunt, huh baby?"

you kick him, foot landing right in his stomach.

he flinches and grabs his chest, laughing as he looks up at your teary eyes.

"big mistake, bitch"

he yanks down your pants while the two others hold your legs steadily.

you feel the rough fabric fall to your ankles and the tall one's hands knead your thighs.

"yuma, she's fucking sexy"

yuma walks closer, grabbing your chin and forcing your tear-ridden eyes to look at his.

"you're so lucky nicholas knows how to treat a girl. if it was any of the others you'd already be split apart on one of their dicks."

you sob even harder, your body numb with fear as nicholas hooks a finger under your black panties and drags them down your bruising thighs.

"nicho, go easy on her." says the one on your left. "save some of her for the rest of us."

"the little slut's gonna take what we give her maki, don't you worry."

nicholas drags a finger through your folds, watching your body writhe under his touch.

"stay still."

you stop, afraid. he grips your hip with one hand while the other works around your cunt.

"good fucking girl" says yuma, and he crashes his lips onto yours, capturing every sound that you made as nicho's finger slid into your pussy.

you try to pull away from yuma, try to move your arms, but you're too well restrained.

nicho's finger curls inside of you, and you cry impossibly harder.

and then they all freeze.

nicholas stops moving his fingers.

yuma pulls away.

even maki and the other boy holding you down grip your limbs less tight.

because at the end of the alley, theres a figure.

it looks like another boy. at first, you were afraid that he was there to help your attackers.

but their reactions weren't ones that were a response to assistance.

the guy starts running towards where you were, his features slowly becoming more and more visible.

jungwon.

you almost start crying more.

"what the fuck is going on here?" he grabs yuma by the bicep, pulling him away from you.

"y/n?"

you nod, tears streaking down your red cheeks.

"this doesn't concern you" says nicholas, his face a mixture of guilt and anger as he stands up and pulls his hand away from your cunt. "you can leave."

"no, i think you can." jungwon turns to maki. "take your fucking hands off of her or i swear to god i'm going to chop them off and shove them so far up your ass that you can taste them in your bloodthirsty throats."

the one on your right laughs. "yeah, we're the bloodthirsty ones."

"fuma's right. you're the damn vampire here, don't think we can't sense it." says maki.

"okay, and i'm not the ones raping her. get your fucking hands off."

yuma scoffs. "no. we found her first. you can have her when we're done."

jungwon slaps yuma across the face, his fist plunging into maki's nose only seconds later.

he pulls you from fuma's arms and drags you behind him. you watch in horror as nicholas grabs his wrist and punches his stomach.

jungwon groans, doubling over. all you can do is stand in shock as you watch the four close in on jungwon.

but they don't.

because he reaches for fuma, grabs him by the shoulders, and sinks his teeth into his neck.

you gasp, watching as blood spilled from fuma's neck and the others pause out of shock.

fuma goes limp, his body falling to the ground as jungwon licks his lips and wipes away blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"who's next?"

the others take one look at each other and bolt out of the alley. jungwon chuckles as he watches yuma trip over his feet.

you fall to the ground, knees giving out under you. sobs rack through your body, shoulders shaking as jungwon kneels beside you.

"hey.... hey, y/n.... god, you look terrible." he rubs your back taking your hand in his. "i mean, not terrible.... just hurt."

you can't stop crying, your breathing uneven and erratic next to jungwon.

"let's go home, come on." he pulls you up to stand with him, grabbing your pants and bringing them back up your legs.

you drag your shirt down to cover your chest, utterly embarrased and exposed.

the tears fall in rivulets down your face. your hair is a mess, mascara smeared and makeup splotchy.

jungwon puts an arm over your shoulder and walks you out of the alley, taking slow steps to match your pace.

people stare as you walk by, disheveled and crying. the smeared blood on jungwon's lower lip didn't help either.

he knocked on your door, and minjae opened it with excitement.

that turned quickly into fear.

"y/n! what the- fuck, are you okay?!" you sob louder as jungwon walks you to your bed.

"i'll tell you later, hang on." he lets you sit on the mattress, taking your jacket off your shoulders.

minjae hands him a plastic water bottle and some pills.

"melatonin and tylenol." she practically whispers.

jungwon uncaps and hands you the bottle, then the medicine.

he and minjae watch as you slowly drink, handing the bottle back to jungwon.

"i-" your voice cracks. "i... think i'll go to bed now. thank you."

jungwon nods with sad eyes, pulling back the covers of your bed and letting you slide underneath the cool sheets.

he watches as you curl up, reaching for a pillow and holding it in your arms as you bury your head into the soft cushion.

you let him stay, sitting next to you and rubbing your knee over the blankets. he looks at minjae when you fall asleep, and she stares at him like she wants to kill him.

"what the actual fuck happened to her?"

"i found her in an alley, there were four guys holding her down, starting to rape her."

minjae sits down in her chair, eyes wide and mouth open in fear.

"who were they? what happened to yuma?"

"he..." jungwon looks back at you, fast asleep.

peaceful.

"he was one of them."

minjae looks like she's about to smack somebody. "oh my god, that little motherfucking piece of shit. i should've known."

jungwon sighs. "no, nobody could've. he's never done this before."

the two sit in silence. jungwon reaches for your face and brushes a piece of hair away from where it was resting on your nose.

"who are you?"

"jungwon. i'm in her chemistry class. i work at the starbucks down the road."

she nods. "i've seen you before..."

he watches you snore, your arms curling into the pillow as if it were a real person.

"i should go. i'll come back to check on her tomorrow."

minjae sighs. "okay. see ya. thank you for bringing her home though."

"of course."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

minjae doesn't leave your side the next day.

she sat with you while you laid on your bed, trying your hardest not to cry when you thought about the way yuma betrayed you, the way you were pinned to the wall and touched.

the way nicholas invaded you.

jungwon came to visit in the afternoon.

he brought a coffee, the same one you ordered before, and a bag of candy.

you gave him a quiet hug when he walked in, arms wrapping around his chest in a silent thanks.

he was taken aback, but quickly pulled you closer and held you tight. his hand threaded through your hair, rubbing the back of your head while your tears soaked into his shirt.

minjae mouths a 'thank you' to jungwon. he nods, and she intterupts your hug.

"i'm gonna go run some errands. i'll be back in a few hours." she says, grabbing her purse and keys and walking out the door.

"how are you feeling?" jungwon asks, pulling away to look at your makeupless face.

"better."

"that's good... i brought you this!" he says, smiling and handing you the coffee and assorted chocolates. "i would've come sooner but i had to work."

you grin. "that's sweet, thank you. oh, and i meant to ask you, what the hell was last night?"

"what do you mean?" he sits on your desk chair, spinning it to face where you were on the bed.

"what do i mean? what the fuck you did to fuma! is he fucking dead? where in the world did that come from?!"

jungwon sighs, head drooping down and elbows resting on his knees.

"you promise to actually listen?"

you nod, a little nervous.

"so uh.... yeah, you heard them. vampire. uhh... they're right, i am. there are only a few of us out there, i've only ever met one, and he lives in barcelona. but the guys that... attacked... you, they kind of.... hunt us? and i guess they knew i was watching you and thought that would be an easy way to get to me."

you look at him like he had lost his mind.

he probably had.

"you were watching me?"

he laughs. "that's what sticks out the most there?"

you nod. "i mean, you have evidence, it's kinda obvious by the way you fucking ate fuma. so yeah, unless you want me to cry and scream and throw a fit then i want to know why you were watching me."

"i mean... okay," he chuckles. "i guess i liked you... you were cool, funny, pretty with an even prettier smile. so... i guess i became a stalker."

you giggle. "a cute one though"

he smirks "so i'm cute? chat, she thinks im cute!" he does a little dance in the chair, and you feel yourself smile.

"there it is!"

"there what is?"

"the smile that made me fall for you in the first place. i thought i wouldn't get to see it again." he says, eyes softening.

"i think only you can bring it out of me for now."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

a.n- chat i think i cooked but idk.... i think it could be better but my motivation is slowly dwindling help ToT

anyways ilysm ty for reading (if you finished it haha) and please like/reblog if you liked it!

#── ブーン #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ─── 중원 #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon fluff #jungwon smut #enhypen x reader

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stawberrypimpsimp · 1 year ago

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Alastor x Reader: The Radio Demon Enjoys a Treat

Word Count: 2,321

You were sick of working for Valentino. He was an asshole, a terrible demon. He has you working non stop but at least you aren't his favorite toy like Angel. You didn't have it as rough as him, he had it bad, but you two formed a quick bond. The mutual hate and restraints Valentino had brought you closer. Angel was able to escape Vals grasp just a bit. He moved out to a hotel, called the Happy Hotel, he said. You envied him. How you wish to escape the clutches of that monster.

Angle cared for you deeply. You wanted to ask him if there was room for you in this hotel. If you could have the temporary escape he gets. You decided to meet up with him at Consent, a sex club.

“Hey there sweet tits!” Said Angle walking up to you at the bar.

“Angle! How’s being a dick sucking slave going for you?” You said laughing

”Oh its great.. Vals got me doing gang bangs back to back. Fuck Im tired!!” Angle said, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Two twink cosmos”

Next thing you know your 8 shots in and grinding on some random ass sinner. You forgot to talk to Angle about the hotel, to drunk to even remember what the night was about. Out of the corner of your eye you see Val. What the absolute fuck?! Can’t I get away from this sex fiend pimp. You dance your way over to Angel nudging him and slyly pointing out towards Val.

”Ugh.. I don't want to deal with this right now.. Let’s fucking go.” Angel says

You nod in agreement following his lead out, luckily you both sneak past without being seen.

“See ya tomorrow Angel!” You say walking away waving you hand and stumbling into a pole.

”Look youre way too drunk to get home and I'm pretty drunk as well. The hotel is right around the corner. You can stay the night there! I mean Charlie would be happy to meet ya.” Angel says grabbing your hand.

“Thanks Angel I owe ya one.” You say stumbling along his side.

He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you but hey at least you were able to let go for a bit and enjoy yourself.

You both walked up to the hotel, and oh boy was it a bad stay. Extremely disheveled and musty. Angel opened the doors for you and you both walked in. Inside wasn’t as bad as outside you guess but absolutely not what you were expecting when Angel talked about residing in a hotel.

A blonde girl in a red suit comes up to you grabbing your hand and shaking it profusely.

“Hello! My name is Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!” She gets all sentimental and teary all of a sudden. “Angel, I can't believe you brought someone here!”

She was loud, a lot to take in but hey it helped you sober the fuck up but obviously still head ache inducing.

“Uhhhh Hello?” You said with confusion.

“Okay Okay let me show you around! Here we work on rehabilitation and bettering yourself. Let me Introduce you to everyone!!” Charlie said, overly excited.

”Okay sooo you already know Angel! So that introduction is off the list.. Hmm.. OH OH THIS THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL OF HELL! VAGGIE! She is my girlfriend and here to help” The blonde demon said with pure excitement and love. She grabbed the hands of a girl with gray skin and hair that resembles moth wings.

”Hi.. Uh yes I’m Vaggie nice to meet you.” She says with an awkward smile.

Once Charlie stops looking and admiring Vaggie for a little longer she takes my hand dragging me over to what you can describe as a bar. It most certainly does not fit in with the color and decor of the place but you kept you mouth closed.

“This is Husker he is the bartender! He comes off all grumbly and grumpy but I swear he has a soft spot!!”

Husk who appears to be a cat like creature with a theme of playing cards to him. He looks up from the glass he is pouring then looks back down grumbling to himself. Oh well guess grumbly was the perfect word to describe him.

“Hello…?” You say hesitantly. He only gives you a look up again and a nod taking a swig of the glass of booze he just poured.

You look over and see a small little creature running with a knife stabbing bugs. You cant take your eyes off her as she takes the knife and impales a bug. Ew but at least keeping the place.. clean..?

”That over there is Nifty. She is the maid and in charge of keeping the place tip top shape.” Charlie says smiling avoiding watching her stab a few more bugs.

”Do you know any bad boys? You're just a girl.” The short girl said, wide eyed in excitement.

“Sadly yeah, work with a whole bunch of them but thats a topic for another time..” You say looking down trailing off your sentence.

Thankfully that stopped the conversation between you and her and she went back to stabbing bugs. Out of nowhere a black shadow witha green smile appears next to you forming into the shape of a demon. A handsome one at that. Tall and lanky in a striped red suit, a cane resembling a microphone right at his side.

“Well hello dear, I am Alastor the host of the hotel, an absolute pleasure to meet you!.” The demon says charmingly with a grin so wide it almost reaches his eyes, but his voice was off. It sounded like his voice was being broadcasted over a radio.

“Oh, hello?” You say a bit nervously as this man just came out of nowhere.

He grabs your hand bending down giving it a soft kiss. Everyone stopped and looked mouth open and shocked.

”What the fuck freaky face?! You ain’t never done that before.” Said Angel with a surprised look and then a laugh.

Charlie clasped her hands together and gave a long aweeee. You had no idea what was going on why everyone was acting so weird.

“Heh?” You say loudly looking confused and into Alastor glowing red eyes as you try to study what the schlock is about over him.

”Well I've never seen him be so… so gentle?” Charlie said still in awe with hearts in her eyes.

“Charlie my dear, I am simply just being a good host!” Alastor says keeping his smile wide and letting out a chuckle.

“Suuuureeeeee…!” Charlie says teasingly as if she could convince Alastor that she believed him.

“Now let me show our new guest around the hotel. Shall we?” He says in his static voice putting his arm out for you to hold onto.

You look at Angel and he gives you a wink and big grin. Looking at Alastors arm you grab it and begin to walk with him. Using his other hand holding his cane he starts to point out where everything is giving you a tour.

“..and hear darling we have my room!” Alastor says with a smirk.

You feel your face go a bit red. Why is he showing me HIS room?! You deal with horny men all day but this demon is getting you flustered. He opens the door letting you walk in first. There was a dark forest at the hall way point leading to who knows how far. Although it was beautiful. You stand here admiring it till you feel something behind you.

Alastor has his hand on your waist the other on your thigh. Slowly he slides his hand to your upper thigh, leaning into the crook of your neck.

”Well yes it's quite true I put everyone in awe over my affection, but I just simply couldn't stop myself. You are quite a cat my dear. Let me show you how a lady like you should be treated.” Alastor said with his radio voice but in a cooing tone.

Your face goes absolutely red. Shivers go up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. You could melt in his arms with how gently he is touching you. Shaking your head slowly you give a soft nod not even able to get out a word.

He glides his hand up your thigh to your crotch, he takes his hand and slowly starts rubbing it back and forth applying just enough pressure to have a decent amount of friction. The hand on your waist turns into him gliding his finger tips up your stomach making you do a soft gasp. He then reaches your chest and cups your breast. He slowly massages it in the same pace that his hand is going at. His face now buried in your neck kissing it softly. Then you feel a sharp pain letting out a small yelp. He lifts up his head slightly and whispers in your ear with a low radio tone.

”My apologies dear, I couldn’t help myself with how tender your skin is.”

He goes back to your neck licking it softly tending to the wound he left you. You didnt mind, it felt good and exciting. He moved his hand now to the rim of your pants.

“May I show you a good time darling?” He says in a static coo well running his fingers around the rim of your pants playing with them.

You give a simple nod. How does he have you in his clutches so easily? He takes his hand and slips it in your pants.

“Oh my, look how soaked you’ve become.”

He takes his hand and begins to feel your pussy. Running his fingers around your lips then pressing a finger on your slit going up and down slowly well his thumb rubs your clit.

God damn what the hell. You could hardly think, just focusing on all the sensations Alastor is causing you to feel. Your body entranced by the places he’s touching.

“Bed..?” Is all you managed to get out with a moan. You've been holding the moans in your throat as if they were trapped and couldn’t escape but that wasn’t because you weren’t feeling good it was because you were feeling so good. He raises his head to your ear once again.

”As you please my dear.” He says in a deep tone that broadcasted through your ears.

He removes his hands and swoops you off your feet. Holding you in his arms bridal style then setting you gently on his bed. You keep your eye on him, staring into his deep glowing stare.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He says witch a chuckle.

Taking his finger he rips the seem of your pants making them fall off, now on to your panties. You look at him with lust as he returns the same look.

“Now be quite we dont want the other curious of the noise my sweet doe.” He says in his charming radio voice.

He gets on his knees and sets your legs on his shoulders. Alastor begins to kiss your inner thighs. Softly sucking on your skin then gliding his tongue up a bit to the next piece of flesh he is going to tend to. Unspoiled another sharp pain is felt. You knew what it was of course, but oh did it feel good. Between the bites, kisses, and licks he makes his wary up to your pussy. Extremely wet all ready for him to dine on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs digging his hands into them and leans his face in your aching wet crotch, not licking it just yet. He lets out a few heavy breaths causing you to shiver in delight, finally he takes a lick of your slit. His nose nuzzling your clit. He takes his tongue from the back of your pussy gliding it between your lips then finishing it off with a flick of his tongue on your clit. Quickly you took your hands covering your mouth choking back a moan you so desperately want to let out.

“Oh dear.. it appears you may need some help staying silent.”

Next to you a black hole appears on the bed and a tentacle slithers its way out. Black and slick it wraps around your mouth muffling the sounds you cant help but let out.

“Back to business..”

He thrust his head back between your legs licking your increasingly wet slit. Moans attempt to leave your lips but they cant. Arching your back indicating your about to cum he pulls away just barely enough to where you can only feel the tip of his lips.

”Not yet dear” He says smirking.

Damn that smile never leaving his face, that old times radio voice, he is driving you crazy.

Once he knows you won’t reach your peak just yet he wraps his lips around your clit. He starts sucking on it softly, nibbling on it unlike his hard bites, using his tongue sliding back and forth providing flicks. As he does so he slips two fingers inside of you. Dear god. Yes god, this is pure bliss. Alastor begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, now adding a curl to his fingers touching your sweet spot. He continues to pull them in and out. You arch your back and feel sweet realese. You cum on his fingers, him still sucking your clit and slowing down his pumps letting you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.

”Im not usually one for sweets but this was a dessert I deeply enjoyed.” Alastor said standing back up looking over you taking in what he will now claim as his darling doe.

#alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x you #hazbin smut

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spacehomos · 3 months ago

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ALRIGHT GANG Sherlock Holmes: The Sign of Four (1987) BUT im calling it s3m1 and this issss part 1 becuase its two hours long and i have so many screenshots already

i love that a character trait in brett!holmes is OOO SHINY

put yourself together my man acting like a SCHOOL BOY with a crush

¬‿¬ watson are you fucking hearing this right now

get up holmes!

GET DOWN HOLMES!!!

these two scenes one after another felt intentional and i support it

them ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

HIM

TOBY!!!!!

also is that a yo-yo?

a rabbits gonna pop out of that hat any second i know it

#granada holmes #Sherlock Holmes: The Sign of Four (1987)#sherlock holmes #jeremy brett #edward hardwicke #granada posting

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rain-likes-purple · 18 days ago

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 pt.8

a/n: your favorite girl spends time with daddy and his friends

Part 8: The Mall, The Makeup, and Maximum Humiliation

“Daddy,” Mila said, adjusting her glittery plastic crown with the seriousness of a world leader, “we have a crisis.”

Rafe looked up from his spot on the floor — where he sat cross-legged in a tutu so tight he couldn’t feel his thighs, a sparkly wand in one hand, and his dignity somewhere six feet under. “Is it another unicorn rebellion?”

“No,” Mila whispered, eyes wide. “We’re out of cookies. Real ones. Sir Snuggleton already fainted.”

She gestured to the teddy bear flopped dramatically across the tea table.

Rafe blinked. “You want me to go… to the store… like this?”

Mila nodded solemnly. “The kingdom is depending on you, Helper Prince.”

He groaned. “I hate the kingdom.”

“You swore an oath,” she hissed, adjusting the blush she had violently applied to his cheek fifteen minutes ago. “Now get in the carriage. We’re going to the mall.”

The moment they walked into the mall, it was like time stopped.

Everyone stared.

Some laughed.

One guy dropped his pretzel.

And there was Rafe Cameron — ex-golden boy, current glittery war criminal — dressed in a child-sized pink princess dress that barely covered his knees, plastic heels (that definitely didn’t fit), rainbow eyeshadow, and a tiara that kept falling off his head like it, too, had given up.

Mila held his hand proudly, marching like a girl on a mission.

“Daddy,” she whispered. “Stand up straight. You’re slouching.”

“I’m dressed like a cursed Barbie, sweetheart.”

“You’re dressed like a hero. Act like it.”

At the cookie stand, just as Rafe was about to grab a frosted unicorn, it happened.

“Rafe?”

He turned around like a man facing a firing squad.

There they were — Topper, Kelce, and Barry, all staring at him like he’d just announced he was quitting life to join a fairy circus.

“BRO.” Topper wheezed, doubling over. “What in God’s name—”

“Yo,” Kelce choked out, pulling out his phone, “you look like Glinda the Good Witch if she joined a biker gang.”

Barry squinted. “Why is there glitter on your beard?”

“I’m under attack,” Rafe muttered.

Mila stepped in front of him with the confidence of a girl who ruled small kingdoms. “If you’re going to make fun of my dad, you can’t come to the tea party.”

Topper blinked. “Tea party?”

“You’re invited,” she said sweetly, “but only if you wear something sparkly. And no complaining. The glitter chooses its victims.”

An hour later, Rafe was back at home, seated beside his tiny queen and now three extremely uncomfortable, fully dressed guests.

Topper wore a sash that said Sparkle Commander and a tiara duct-taped to his head. Kelce had butterfly clips in his hair and blue eyeshadow Mila had aggressively applied while lecturing him on “eyelid real estate.” Barry, the poor soul, was wearing a tutu over his jeans and sipping invisible tea with the dead eyes of a man who had lost all hope.

“This is the worst day of my life,” Barry mumbled.

“You say that every time we hang out with Rafe,” Kelce said.

“Because it keeps being true!”

Rafe, sitting like a very tired royal sidekick, took a dainty sip from his plastic cup and smirked. “You laugh now. Just wait until she gives you a makeover. I hope you like hot pink mascara and betrayal.”

Mila stood at the head of the plastic table, holding up her tea cup like it was sacred. “To the kingdom! To cookies! And to Daddy, the bravest helper prince in the land!”

Everyone groaned. Rafe grinned.

Because even in a pink tutu that had definitely ripped in the back, with eyeshadow in his eyebrows and glitter in places glitter should never be, there was no place he’d rather be.

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #dad rafe #rafe fluff #rafe x you

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angelbowerz · 2 years ago

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[ super specific my bad ]

can you write headcanons for henry bowers x a male reader? pref. w/ reader being all A's, popular, "prep" 🧎‍♂️‍➡️ -🕷

Henry Bowers with a VERY smart bf

-the first time he knew about you was when he moved to your class and the teacher is giving out test scores

"Wow y/n! A+ as usual"

*DEATH STARE*

-NOW he knows who you are, and youll be in alot of trouble at first with Mr Mulletman

-he'll force you to do his homework and since you have a crush on him..it would be a yes so he'll lay off you

-he either figured out you had a crush on him or somebody told him (probably Patrick)

-okay...let's be realistic, at first he'd be PISSED a boy has a crush on him. This is Henry Bowers we're talking about here

-but after a few weeks of calling you every slur in the book he'll find you, bully you, kiss you, then runs away as fast as possible 😭

*kisses you*

"I still hate you...QUEER!" *runs away*

The actual relationship

-he'd want it to be a secret for nobody to know, he'll think having a boyfriend would ruin his reputation

-he would NEVER take you to see Butch, you'll only be allowed around his house when Butch is away (only doing it because he loves you)

-you'll still be forced to do his homework, but he'll say it in a nicer way...

"Y/n. Do my homework."

"Okay :]"

"Hm. Good"

-in public he acts like such a dick to you but you know he doesn't mean it

-in private, especially in your house, he's VERY chill and sorta nice if you keep him talking long enough

-he will force you to sit next to him in EVERY class you have together...not to spend time with you, so he can copy your work

-'study dates' where he just watches you do all the work

-when Butch beats him, the first thing he'll do is go to your house and just hug the life outta you

-if he's in a venting mood (very rare) he'll probably express how he thinks its stupid about keeping the relationship private since you're both guys

-the only time he'll probably be affectionate in public is either

On Halloween when you're both wearing masks

If you're at a place where nobody ever goes to

-I'd say after around a year of you two being together he'll be more open about your relationship (tells his gang etc)

-if anyone even looks at you wrong, they'll get a good punch from henry

-his gang won't mind that he's dating you, but Patrick will either tease you or try doing stuff with you (if you know what i mean)

-when you tell Henry about Patrick, he'll literally beat Patrick so bad he nearly dies

-when you're having an argument with eachother (a bad one) he'll say some pretty mean stuff due to the fact you're both boys

"I only dated you because you're so desperate y/n! You think I'd actually love another guy?!?!"

-he doesn't mean it but, he'll always say stuff like that when he's having a hissy fit

-later on he'll apologise...in his own way

"I'M SORRY OKAY?! God Y/n! So damn emotional"

-let's say you was still together after graduation and you leave Derry together

-he'll be much more relaxed since he knows nobody in this new town/ Butch isn't there

-he'll FINALLY hold your hand/kiss you in public

-it will take a few years but..his temper will slowly go away and he'll become nicer

-buuuttt, since you're very smart...and he isn't, I could see you two breaking up in senior year since you wanna go to college and he doesn't, you have a very big argument over it where you break up with him

-if you never speak yo him again after that, he'll probably marry some girl who loves him to make Butch happy but in reality he wishes she was you

-regrets not begging you to take him back

-he'll forever miss you

#henry bowers #bowersgang #belch huggins #bowers gang #it #it2017 #patrick hockstetter #it chapter 1 #victor criss #it chapter one #it headcanons #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #victor criss x reader #belch huggins x reader

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dioslesbianwife · 16 days ago

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Hiii! I am glad your back!! Here are the details of the three stands from my first request

Celestial Veil : the attack stand, Some stands have like a personality, And celestial vale is exactly like 15 year old Jotaro, This stand is an automatic attack to whoever is a threat to the user

Aether Grace : the healing type stand, it uses golden threads to weave the wounds close, The stands personality is quite affectionate and will always cling to the user, It will not heal the person unless their user trust them

Celestial ward : The defence type, Just like the attack type stand, It defends automatically, After the end of the flight, It would scold the user like a worried mother

The User : has divorce parents, and lives with their mom and auntie and moved in to the town after the divorce, but their Auntie takes care of User most of the time since the mother is always gone for work reasons, and the auntie doesn't know the her words where isolating the User from speaking freely and speaks quietly and is always anxious If they can't go home on time, so the user mental strength is so high cause if a person was living their life they would have done questionable things

I put so much thought into this, When the user uses all three, After the fight the user will be unconscious and can't move, do or feel anything at all

I want the part 4 Gang for this, and I didn't expect anyone to like this, I was like surprised jaw dropped,

P.S . Welcome back! And have a glorious week! I love your writing, and I adore how they are so in character! Lots of love! –Laveinra

hii, sure, ty for the kind words ^^ hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <33

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke’s first instinct is protect, always. The second he sees how fast your Stand responds to danger- and how you collapse after using all three- he’s panicked.

“You’re tellin’ me your body shuts down if you push yourself too far?! That’s not badass, that’s terrifying!”

He's endlessly gentle with you, treating you like glass, even if you insist you're fine. He talks softly, offers you food or drinks, always walks you home if he can.

Aether Grace clings to you during hangouts, and Josuke melts at the sight. “Aw man, it’s like a little golden teddy bear.”

If Celestial Veil ever tries to puff its chest around Josuke, it becomes an ego-off. “You think you’re cooler than me, punk?”

Eventually, Josuke picks up on your home situation and starts casually checking in. “Hey, if you ever need a place to chill for a while… my mom makes great curry.”

Okuyasu

Okuyasu thinks you’re the coolest person alive. He’s constantly gushing over your three Stands like a kid at an action figure shop.

“Yo! You’ve got a protector, a healer, and a beat-em-up all in one?! You’re like a whole video game party by yourself!”

He doesn’t always understand how emotionally drained you are, but he tries so hard to be supportive.

Once he sees you pass out after a fight, he freaks out and literally sobs. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT COULD HAPPEN??"

He calls Celestial Ward “Mommy Stand” and gets scolded by it too, which somehow makes him feel bonded to it??

Will 100% wait outside your house in the morning to walk you to school without telling you first.

Koichi

Koichi immediately recognizes your trauma responses. He’s soft-spoken too, and he notices the way you shrink into yourself when someone raises their voice.

He’s the first one to ask “Are you okay?” and mean it in the way no one else ever really has.

Aether Grace loves him. It wraps its thread around his pinky finger sometimes.

He researches symptoms of burnout and trauma just to better understand what you’re going through.

Celestial Veil is suspicious of him at first (teenage-boy-to-teenage-boy rivalry), but Koichi eventually earns his respect by standing up to someone for you.

When you pass out, Koichi is the one to stay by your side for hours, making sure you’re warm and safe. He won't leave until you're conscious again.

Rohan

Rohan wants to study you. He’s immediately fascinated by how your Stands interact with one another like a family unit.

“Three Stands? That’s ridiculous. Impossible. Irrational. …I need to draw you.”

But once he realizes how emotionally and physically damaging your powers are, he gets this quiet, serious look in his eyes.

He won’t admit he cares, but he stops pestering you during certain hours. He only visits when invited.

He reads your aunt instantly with Heaven’s Door and gets furious at what he finds, though he doesn’t say anything out loud.

If anyone ever speaks over you in a conversation, Rohan cuts them off and says, “Let her finish.”

He’ll act like he’s annoyed about helping, but always shows up anyway when you need him. “I was bored, that’s all.”

Tonio

Tonio’s reaction is a warm smile and a plate of something healing. He instantly notices your frame, dark circles, the soft winces when you move.

“You’ve been running on empty, bella. Sit. Eat. Your heart is exhausted.”

His food seems to soothe not just your body but your Stands too. Aether Grace practically purrs in his kitchen.

Celestial Ward gives him a subtle nod after he serves you something nourishing. That’s it’s approval.

Tonio never pries, but he always makes you feel wanted.

If your aunt ever tries to make you come home before Tonio’s finished feeding you? Let’s just say she won’t want to pick a fight with Celestial Ward and a pissed-off Italian chef.

Yukako

Yukako immediately bonds with you- she knows what it’s like to be overwhelmed by your own emotions.

She recognizes your anxiety for what it is and isn’t scared of it.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, especially people who don’t listen.”

She helps braid your hair if it's long, and teaches you how to dress in ways that make you feel more safe.

She adores Aether Grace. They cling to each other, and Yukako hums when she touches the threads. “It’s like holding sunshine.”

Celestial Ward and Yukako get very motherly over you. You once coughed and both of them looked ready to carry you to a hospital.

If anyone talks down to you? Yukako turns into a rabid dog with beautiful hair. There will be consequences.

Mikitaka

Mikitaka has no idea what trauma is, but he can tell you're special.

“Your battle companions are... exceptionally expressive. I like them!”

He tries to mimic them. Like, literally transforms into a version of Celestial Veil and walks around like a mini Jotaro.

You don’t know whether to be creeped out or touched.

He always asks questions like, “Why do you always check your watch?” or “Why do your eyes go dull when your aunt calls?” not in a rude way, but with genuine curiosity.

Somehow this helps you realize things you hadn’t before. He makes you think and feel, even if he doesn’t understand why he’s doing it.

You become one of the only people Mikitaka truly listens to. He trusts your judgment completely.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #josuke higashikata x reader #josuke higashikata #okuyasu x reader #okuyasu nijimura #yukako x reader #yukako yamagishi #tonio x reader #tonio trussardi #mikitaka x reader #mikitaka hazekura #koichi hirose x reader #koichi hirose #rohan x reader #kishibe rohan

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davinashifts333 · 4 months ago

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PICTURE NOT SO PERFECT Part Seis.

(Rafe Cameron SMAU)

2 months prior- I wake up to the sound of machines beeping and clattering of metal tools, to my right I feel a hand tugging at mine and voices coming from all around. Eyes fluttering open when someone speaks up and the other voices silence. "Yo, yo yo yo, she's wakin' up." JJ, I knew that damn voice anywhere. I chuckle at his panic and feel the burn, my entire right leg beginning to throb, a groan escapes me without trying and I hear the one voice I needed, Rafe.

"Hey baby, hey.. Don't try to move okay? You have a broken leg, we were in a car crash.. I'm so sorry baby.." I see his right arm completely covered in a cast, the Pogues all around, Sarah's eyes puffy as they could ever be, she must've been crying a lot. I wondered if anything else happened.

"We didn't think you were gonna make it. Rafe took your seat belt off to pull you to his side but, it ended up being a bit worst, truck flipped and left you with some internal injuries. Broken leg too." Kie says as she caressed my left hand. For the next 2 hours I was signing papers to be released to the care of the Pogues and an at home nurse who would come around throughout the day to give me meds. By the end of the day I was however, on a boat with my chosen family and the love of my life. The only thing eating at me? Who's fucking truck hit us? I remembered how familiar it looked before speeding into the back of Rafe's and right when I lean toward the railing, I almost slip, Rafe and JJ grabbing me before I could fall. "Okay, Squirt. We gotta get you home now, seriously. Nap time. YO! GUYS, LET'S HEAD BACK!" JJ doesn't even let me complain as he hands me off to Rafe who's one arm down, helping me walk back to the cabin to sit down. Back at the cottage, we all divide and conquer, the girls and Rafe tending to my every need, as if he isn’t injured himself, the boys grabbing blankets and pillows to help me set up on the couch since I didn’t want to be alone in my room.

“She doesn’t wanna be in her room Pope, cmon man, she wants company, grab all the damn plushies if you have to dammit.” John B shouted from down the downstairs hall. JJ running upstairs to get me my favorite sweatshirt, he always knew what I really needed. Rafe sits down next to me, eyes a bit dazed.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?” I whisper, laying my head onto his shoulder. His hand finding its way to mine, fingers linking together in the most perfect way. He sighs before taking a deep breath.

“If I hadn’t taken off your seat belt to pull you toward me you wouldn’t have a broken leg. It would just be me all fucked up. But, I also denied all meds except Tylenol so, this is kinda hurtin’.” I place a kiss to his right shoulder right above the bandage that led to his cast.

“I don’t care about the broken leg, I care more about us being alive and that now you’re stuck with me for 6-8 weeks.” A smile creeps it’s way onto his face as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh no! 6-8 weeks? Of you, me and the Pogues? How horrible!” Sarcasm dripping from his lips as the gang all found their way into the living room. Sarah, Cleo and Kie finding a corner of the couch to sit on (it’s a big couch okay?) and the guys each finding a seat on the ottoman or floor. Pizza, beer and juice for us who are on meds with a horror movie playing in the background of Rafe and I explaining how we got back together as well as everything leading up to the accident. As everyone congratulated us and the air settled, John B shot a look at Sarah who then turned to me.

“Since we missed out a few days ago on family dinner night. I guess we should drop the bomb now. After you had texted us that you and Rafe were back together, I was even more excited to share that, two days before the accident, John B and I found out we’re pregnant!” Gasps and cheers erupted in the cottage as we all ran around hugging each other and as I settled back down it hit me. Life was getting to be beautiful again. Without noticing I feel the hot tears flooding my face. Everyone snapping back to me in shock.

“What, what happened baby? You hurting? You need your meds? Talk to me, Squirt. Rafe rambled in panic. I looked around them and shook my head catching Sarah’s gaze, her eyes tearing up now too.

“I think it’s just happy tears. I felt the same way when they said you were stable. But I feel it now too. Life is finally getting to be beautiful again.” I choke out a giggle through sobs as I violently nod my head and she plops down next to me, pulling me into a hug.

“My baby is having a baby! OH MY GOD!” I cried and everyone laughs, jumping into the hug lightly as to not hurt Sarah and I. For 7 1/2 weeks, I was their biggest menace, bored all the time, forcing them to take me places instead of leaving me at home and Sarah’s hormones added to the mix as we both became their own little hot messes. Rafe and I reveling in our reconciled relationship, everyone getting a form of good news, it almost felt too good to be true.

PRESENT DAY, August 5th, 2022.

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sakumz · 1 year ago

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a/n : UM BAD HAIRCUT and I told my guy best friend abt how I want my hair short but the lady who cut... it's still long 😭 and he said he likes girls with long hair. BOY SHUT UPP (the urge to cut it shorter teehee)

[ i. shu x gn reader ]

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" it's not that bad, " hori says on the call as you cry internally.

you've just got home from the salon, despite how the words in your head screams, ` its okay, its hair, they'll grow! ' you can't shake the thoughts and feelings of ugly. you sigh and reluctantly bid goodbye to hori. you should stop your worries and face it tomorrow.

you grab a hoodie and put your blazer over. this outfit should be fine, you see iura shu wear it and he seems fine or so you thought. walking over to your friend group with hori and the gang, they stared. you looked different, you had the hood of the hoodie you were wearing over your head.

" um... why are you all staring? stop, it's gross. " you pinch the bridge of your nose in a joking manner as the response you got was nothing but silence.

" yo! " iura greets as he slams the door of your classroom open, making everyone jolt and turn to the source of the sound.

" oh! what's with the emo vibes? you're wearing a hoodie too~ are you trying to match with me? " iura says as he reach over to your hoodie, about to pull it down but you're quick to pull your hood over forward as he tugs it backwards.

" hey, hands off! " you try to shake him off but to no avail, he's teasingly pulling the hood as you try your hardest to hold it.

" dude, knock it off already! " ishikawa jumps in to save you by pulling iura away. you were safe for now.

" yeah what's with the sudden hood up thing? " yoshikawa starts as she had her long sleeved hand over her mouth.

" well... " you look over at hori, hoping she'll save you as she looks down and away from your gaze.

suddenly, a tug from behind was all you felt as the hood drops. iura had pull your hood down. they continue to stare as you quickly covered your face in embarrassment.

" don't look! " you shout.

" you're cute, " iura said as you slowly put your hands down, everyone looking at him.

" I mean it. you're cute with your hair short. " he says once more as he grab a piece of your hair.

" he's right, you're cute. " miyamura says as he cover his mouth and quickly look over at hori. she had a smile on her face.

" our adorable y/n l/n! " she whispers shout as she jumped and hugged you. your confidence slowly building.

" yeah you're adorable! we should get matching hair clips~ " yoshikawa joins as she gives you a hug too.

they all turn and wait for ishikawa response. he mumbles a soft, " you should cut your hair short more often. you're cute haha. "

" come on guys, I said it first. give me some credit! " iura sang as they all glared at him but you laugh. he's right.

" thank you. especially you, iura. " you sent him a smile as he shoots you one back.

#iura shu x reader #iura shuu x reader #horimiya x reader #shuu iura x reader #sakumz.pdf

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nethhiri · 1 year ago

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Marooned: Chapter 51

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Torture, rape, gang rape, murder, mutilation, body horror, graphic descriptions of all of the above. (🛑 This chapter is brutal. Please heed warnings. AO3 has more detailed warnings.)

Worst

There was a sharp pain in the side of your neck and dripping warmth trickling down the skin. Every thrust into you, the knife Warthin pressed to your throat left another furious scarlet line in the skin. You were afraid to breathe too deeply or move your head at all, fearing the blade would sink too close to major arteries. Breathing was already made difficult by the wad of fabric shoved in your mouth. Biting down on it was at least keeping your pained cries to a minimum.

It was impossible to take your mind out of the situation. There was too much adrenaline and anxiety flooding your body that you couldn't help but be self-conscious. You were painfully aware that you were being watched by people you cared about and that everything that happened to you would be seared into their memories. One thing that made it more bearable was the continuous stream of threats being screamed at Warthin by Kid. If you focused on Kid's voice, you could tune out the creaks of the bed or the grunts of your assailant. Although you weren't the one being yelled at right now, Kid yelling had been one of the constants in your life for the past few months. It was comforting.

Warthin wasn't pleased with your lack of reaction. He loved that Kid was pissed, but you seemed to be holding up, and he couldn't have that. He wanted you to squirm and resist, to scream through the muffling fabric. He wasn't concerned with preserving you anymore. He was going to do whatever he wanted to you, and then he was going to let his subordinates do the same thing, if you lived.

The sharp pain at your neck disappeared. As much of a relief as it was, you didn't like that now you had no idea where his knife was. It became apparent shortly where it was, when you felt an intense, ripping pain in your thigh. The chains rattled as you pulled your leg in reflexively. Even through the gag, your scream was audible. The veins in your neck popped out with its intensity. Fresh tears poured from the empty sockets in your head. Warthin repeated this again, leaving a trail of wounds down your thigh. There was a lightheaded feeling as you wavered in consciousness. The pain and the blood loss, along with the force of your screams had you on the edge of passing out.

Warthin groaned. "Good girl. Scream some more for me." He taunted the others, "I bet she never screamed like this for you."

Kid's infuriated reply was cut off by his own strangled gasp as he watched Warthin shove his thumb into the place your eye used to be.

The pain was so great, you turned your head, suppressing the urge to retch. If you threw up, you would aspirate, potentially drowning I your own vomit. It was a shock that you didn't pass out then. When you refocused, Warthin had pulled out. He wasn't finished either, and you didn't like what that could mean.

"Wait what am I doing?" Warthin mused. "If you can't give me what I want, why am I still fucking your cunt?"

Dread filled you. You shook your head and attempted to plead through your gag.

"Before my boys get ahold of you, I want to fuck your ass first." He chuckled. After all, it's my right as captain."

Now, you prayed you would lose consciousness soon. Part of you needed to be awake so you would know what was happening to you, yet the protective features of your brain screamed to shut down completely specifically so you didn't know what happened to you. The rims of your eyelids were dry as you ran out of tears. Your mouth felt like cotton, all the screaming and the fabric stripping it of moisture. The helplessness you felt was suffocating. No one was saving you from this but yourself.

You felt Warthin lean down, probably about to say something vile to you. With the last remaining shred of dignity and fight you had, you head butted him as hard as you could, your head the only thing that wasn't restrained. The force of it didn't knock you out, but it did knock out one of his teeth. After that, your wish was granted. In his fury, Warthin punched you with such force that you went limp with unconsciousness. Right before you blacked out, you could feel bones in your face crunch.

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All the Kid Pirate officers were sickened by what they saw. They expected torture, and they expected some level of sexual violence, yet the sight of you in this state was horrifying, much worse than they thought. Rage-filled tears fell behind Killer's mask as he took in the multicolored bruises that covered your skin, focused around your face. Heat couldn't rest his gaze on you for longer than a few seconds at a time. Wire was frantically trying to get the device he and Kid created to lock on to the transponder snail's signal. Kid had never felt this livid in his life. He was going to turn this monster into a fine mist of blood. Pieces of him would be so small, ants wouldn't be able to find him.

Killer and Kid had been instructed by Wire to keep the guy talking. Wire wasn't sure how long it would take to get the signal or if Warthin would stay on the line long enough. By the time they actually had what they needed, they didn't want to stay on the line, yet they had to, all because of Kid's big mouth. Now that he had revealed the truth behind the lie keeping you alive, there would be a race against time. Or it could all be over. Warthin could kill you whenever he wanted.

Kid's heart dropped when he realized that he had fucked up. If you died, your blood would be on his hands, a layer of fresh red crimson over the brown, long-crusted over blood of Victoria. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he wasn't able to prevent the death of someone he loved a second time. But what if you lived and resented him for his indiscretion. Could he live with that? Kid would rather you lived and hated him than see you dead. He just hoped that if you got through this alive, that you could forgive him. Watching what he had caused, he didn't think he could forgive himself.

They watched as you trembled with fear, trying to keep a brave face while you told them that it was okay for them to abandon you. It only cemented their will to get you back. They wanted to see you be vulnerable with them, but not like this, never like this. Your words affirming your affections for them had different meanings for Kid and Killer than for Heat and Wire, however they held equal power over each of them. None of them would let Warthin go unpunished.

Kid screamed threatening promises until his voice became hoarse. He wanted to egg on Warthin, maybe he could get him to direct his attention away from you. His heart was being chipped away at with every second you suffered in silence. They were all trying to leave their eyes facing you without perceiving the acts being forced on you. It turned all of their stomachs. It was a quick motion, Warthin stabbing you, so quick that they didn't know you had been harmed until your piercing scream ripped through the screen. Killer instinctively reached for Kid's hand for support, his tears slipping from the bottom of his mask to leave silver trails down his neck. Wire noticeable flinched and Heat had to will himself not to look away.

Kid's jaw ached with the force he was gritting his teeth together. He watched spattering trails of scarlet fling through the air with each arc of Warthin's knife as he plunged it into your flesh. His eyes went wide, mid-threat, as he saw Warthin force his thumb into your eye socket. He cringed when he saw your body try to fold in on itself in self-preservation. The sound of the chains pulling taut was going to haunt him just as much as your cries of agony. Kid could tell you were at your breaking point. None of them had seen you this far into despondency, slipping further as Warthin was about to sodomize you. There was a brief moment in time where they all brightened, seeing a familiar combative presence within you. It was short lived as you slammed your head into Warthin's before being subdued. They watched as your body relaxed into unconsciousness, head lolling to the side. On one hand it was a relief to see you leave your body before anything worse was done to it; on the other hand they would still have to watch it be defiled.

"You little cunt!" Warthin growled and rubbed his head. "I'm sure you all stretched this whore out for me." Warthin's hands gripped your thighs and pushed them apart as far as the chains allow.

Kid wanted to lash out at him, and was ready to, until Wire kicked him. He bit his tongue. Anything he said could be an excuse to do something worse to you at this point. He and the rest of the men next to him flinched when, even through unconsciousness, you grimaced as Warthin entered you.

A barely audible whine left you as Warthin fucked into you. He laughed. "This is nothing. Just wait until your old crew get their hands on you." He redirected his attention to his audience. "But that shouldn't be a problem right? I'm sure she's been filled with cocks before. It's all she's good for really."

The edge of the table under Kid's grip splintered. His orange eyes were an inferno as he watched Warthin leave red, raw bite marks across your chest. The marine wrapped your hair around his fist and pulled, causing your head to be yanked forward at an awkward angle, to give himself more leverage. He fucked your body at a brutal pace. Killer didn't overlook the sight of blood at the base of Warthin's cock. The first mate silently prayed that Wire could get them there in less than a day. Tears ran down Heat's face as Warthin positioned his knife over you.

Warthin looked at them. "You all don't have much to say. You must like watching another man rape your toy." He spun the knife around in his hand and pressed the handle against your folds. He pumped the handle into you a few times and took it back out, flipping it again so the sharp end was pointed at you. "I wonder... maybe I should make her a little wider, so she can accommodate all my men." He brought the very tip of the knife within millimeters of your cunt.

"DON'T!" Kid couldn't bear to see that.

Warthin gave them a smug look, halting his thrusts to stick his fingers into your pussy and stretch it open. "Even being ran through this pussy is so little. Poor thing is going to be ripped and torn." He snickered and paused, like he remembered something. He pointed at Killer. "You. I can't see your eyes." He gripped your breast and put his knife under it, slicing deep enough to get into the yellow fat under the skin.

Killer understood the threat immediately and didn't hesitate for even a millisecond before yanking his helmet off. It clattered to the floor with the force of how quickly he took it off.

Warthin took the blade from your breast and instead rested it at your shoulder, dragging it down and back up again in a zig zag pattern.

"STOP! I took the mask off!"

"Good job, you saved her tit. I'm still going to make sure you know who she belongs to now."

Dripping red lines made a 'V' on half your chest. As Warthin continued, he braced his hand on top of your ribcage, sliding his fingers into the slit he made on the underside of your breast. He groaned as he continued to sodomize you and carve his initial into your chest. The crimson droplets spilling down your skin made his balls tighten. A weeping red 'W' now sat in the center of your chest, from shoulder to shoulder. He tossed the knife aside and plunged his finger into the cut surface, swiping it along one line and licking off the blood. He re-coated his fingers with your life's essence and plunged them into your cunt, furiously pumping them in time with his cock in your ass. He leaned down and slid his tongue into the slit under your breast, sucking at the blood that trickled from the incision. Warthin groaned as he lapped at the blood oozing from his artwork. His breath became ragged and his hips stuttered as he let out a final grunt.

He rolled off you and let out a satisfied sigh before walking to and bending down closer to the transponder snail. "While it would be entertaining to let you watch her with my men, I can't let you in on all the fun. You're going to have to wonder what they're doing to her." He looked back at you and to the camera again. "She's not gonna last more than a night." The man grinned at them.

"I WILL TEAR YA LIMB FROM LIMB JUST YA WAIT!" Kid's threat was cut off as Warthin killed the feed. Kid turned to Wire with angry, watery eyes. "Please, Wire. Tell me ya got the location."

Wire was frowning. "I did." Wire was deeply unsettled by the things he saw, by how far these people were willing to go to harm you. "It's a few days away." His somber eyes met Kid's. "Captain, I don't-"

"SHUT UP! We'll make it there faster." Kid was talking to Wire, but also to his own thoughts, which ventured deeper into dark territory.

Heat ran out of the room and vomited over the guard rail. He felt dirty and ashamed for watching what had happened to you even though he didn't have a choice. Wire followed after him.

Kid sat on his desk with a defeated look on his face. Killer placed himself between Kid's knees and rested his head on his captain's shoulder. Kid put a protective arm around his friend as he felt Killer begin to shake and Kid's shirt became wet. Kid rubbed Killer's back and rested his own head against Killer. Neither of them could truly comfort the other because neither of them fully believed they were going to get you back after watching that. There was no question that they were going to get you back. They didn't want to accept that there was a possibility they wouldn't get you back alive, though both had the thought that the least they could do was lay you to rest away from the people you hated the most, if it came to that.

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No different than any of the other times you had woken up in a cell, every inch of your body ached. Ached wasn't the right term. It was on fire, it seared you to the bone, it felt like you were being ripped apart at every joint, like a ship was dropped on you. You were afraid to move, if you even could move. You felt like you would fall apart. Your wrists were still shackled, connected by a chain that was fastened to the wall over your head. Your legs were chained together at the ankles, but not attached to anything. If they were, it would make it too difficult to rape you, and they couldn't have that, now could they?

After the initial shock of the pain that hit you when you woke up, you could tell that you were turned to face the wall. You could tell because you felt the skin of your already-broken face be eroded away by the rough stone wall as someone pushed your head into it while taking you from behind. There were snickers and cheers from others in the room. You gave no inclination that you were awake. They couldn't tell anyway because your eyes were gone. A few times you winced, though everything hurt so badly, you were desensitized to new pain. You couldn't see them, but you could tell by their taunts that they were remnants of your old crew. They were drunk and reeked of sweat and stale beer. You didn't even think the one that was inside you was fully hard.

"You can't even get it up. Let me have a turn." There was a trade-off and new hands were on your hips. "I've always wanted to fuck you. Too bad Captain ruined you for the rest of us." The voice was next to your ear. "You used to be so pretty." A shudder gave you away. "Hey, are you awake?" There was a rough pinch of your nipple and you yelped. "You are!"

There was another sarcastic voice next to you. "Captain Y/N, we missed you so much." His breath stank of booze.

There were hands all over your body, prodding into wounds that had only just scabbed over. You didn't allow them the satisfaction of a reaction. They were all drunk and tired. They would leave you alone soon enough. You only had to endure it for about ten more minutes. After the last of them finished, a hand grabbed your chin and tilted it up. You felt the rim of a beer bottle against your lip.

"I bet you're thirsty. Go ahead. Have some."

You were thirsty. Beer wasn't ideal, but it was something. You felt the bottle tip up and you gulped down the liquid. After the first mouthful, there was a chorus of laughter and you realized that it was warm and salty. It wasn't beer at all. You felt yourself get hot with shame, gagging. If you had any tears left, they would be falling. There was urine dripping down your face and the front of your body. Then you felt splashing by your feet and something being pressed to your cunt.

"You should have poured it on her. Stupid piss-drinking cum dump."

You squirmed as what you assumed was the beer bottle, judging by the size, was pushed inside you. You whimpered at the foreign feeling. All of them were laughing at you, mocking you. You turned to vomit. Everything that had been in your stomach, which wasn't much, had been retched up. Even after nothing came out, you still dry heaved. Their laughter disappeared down the hall and only then did you tearlessly sob.

Eventually the bottle fell out and shattered around your feet. If you picked your feet up, you would step on broken glass, so you shuffled them, knocking the glass away from your feet. In your movements to get comfortable, there was an odd sound, like metal grinding against something. You moved again. There it was. The chains rattled and that noise, you were used to. This was slightly different and was coming from the direction in which your chains were attached. You pulled on the chains that were attached to your wrists. There was a metallic whine. Following the chains with your hands, standing on your tip toes, you felt where the chain was anchored to the wall. The bracket was loose. The metal was rough. You brought your fingers to your nose. It smelled of rust.

You ran your hands around the area, trying to build a picture of your immediate surroundings in your head. You focused specifically on the gap in the stone where the chain was anchored. The bracket barely had any smooth areas, and you could feel it flake between your fingers. The corners of your mouth tilted upwards as you recalled Kid's lessons in metalworking. This was 'shit-quality' metal. You tested the chains, pulling them as hard as you could. They didn't budge. Instead, the shackles were starting to skin your hands.

Someone was coming. You dropped your body weight, letting your head flop forward, giving the impression that you weren't awake or too weak to stand. Several minutes later, there were footsteps in front of your cell. They paused and something was said, which you couldn't make out, and they continued on their path. You thought for a moment. How did you know someone was coming if you only heard the footsteps a few seconds before they appeared? You didn't dwell on it. You didn't have the time.

Your upper body might have had the strength to break free, not in this condition, however. You tugged your hands until the chain between them and the wall was taut. This would take a lot of core strength, and if you couldn't do it in one shot, you weren't going to be able to try again. Every fiber in your body was begging you to stop before you hurt yourself even worse. You could feel cold sweat manifest as fever inched into your body. You worked your feet up the wall slowly, wincing as some of the glass that made its way into your foot, pressed in deeper. Your full weight was suspended between your feet and the chain. You worked your feet up further, the goal to place your body perpendicular to the wall. You were panting heavily and your muscles burned. The leg that had been stabbed was throbbing, quivering more than the other. There was a tearing pain as some wounds reopened but you pushed it aside. By the time you made it into position, your entire body was shaking, about to give up. Your knees were bent and you had pulled the chains over one of your shoulders, bracing against it. The bracket in the wall protested as you started to push off with your legs and your shoulder screamed as the chains dug in. You pushed harder, sweat dripping from your forehead and thighs quivering as the muscles within ran out of energy. You gave it one last push, straining so hard that blood was pushed into your face. Then there was nothing, no resistance.

Chains hit the floor with a jingle. You landed hard on top of them, biting your tongue and landing on scattered glass. It hurt like hell, but you were laughing maniacally. You were unbound. Still, shackled, still, freer than you had been. Now, you ignored the pain, easier due to the flood of adrenaline that rushed into your blood. Finally, your body decided to fight. You felt around until your fingers brushed a skinny shard of glass. Pushing yourself up, you carefully repositioned the lose bracket so that it appeared nothing had happened, and hid the glass in the palm of your hand. Then, you waited.

The passage of time was difficult to measure, as it had been this entire time. Something tickled your brain to be more alert. Nothing, then murmurs, then footsteps, and then the creak of the cell door. The lewd threats and mocking didn't even reach you. The bloodlust that rolled off you was a buffer. You waited until they were close enough to feel their body heat, then you struck. The first man dropped when you lodged the glass into the side of his neck. You don't know how you were able to strike so accurately, muscle memory perhaps. You could tell there were more. One? No, two. You waited to the last second to react. Was it instinct that moved you out of the way? You jumped on his back and brought the chain connecting your wrists around his throat, pulling up, simultaneously stepping on his head to keep him down. You could hear him gurgle and sputter. The hair on your neck stood up a second before you were tackled by the remaining marine. Before you hit the ground, you were grabbing for his face. You pressed your thumbs into his eyes to even the playing field, grinning when you felt the jelly under your pads. The hands that he had around your throat went to cover his face, while yours felt around the floor until you found more glass. It dug into your hand as you tore it across his throat, feeling a hot spray on your face. There was a shuffling noise as the second marine stumbled towards you again. You kicked the other marine off you and rolled to avoid getting stepped on. You swept your leg in the direction of crunching glass, lunging in the direction of the thump that followed. Your hands found the man's throat as you climbed on top of him and pressed the chain into him once more. Pushing your entire body weight into the chain, you laughed as he sputtered and choked. They shouldn't have given you a tool. They shouldn't have fucked with you.

When you felt the rest of his life drain from him, you started stripping his clothing off. You wanted to cover your nakedness, more than that though, you were looking for any weapons they may have had on them. If they did, they were stupid for not using them. It became apparent that you couldn't actually put the clothes on correctly. The chains were in the way. Improvising, you tied one jacket around your front and one around your back, like a really shitty tube dress. Then you started tearing shreds from the remaining cloth, tying them around the wounds that had reopened. The adrenaline was wearing off, with that, the deep stab wounds in your thigh began to ache.

While you were crawling over the floor, your hand landed in something wet. Lifting it to your face, it smelled like iron. You felt the puddle out with your hand until it went to the source. They were right when they were torturing you. You were thirsty. It was made worse by the episodes of vomiting. You gulped as you felt the glass shard sticking out of the marine's throat. Around its base, you could feel a warm trickle. Was it crossing the line? The feeling of the drips coming off your fingers made you salivate, wetting your bone-dry throat. Fuck it. I'm crossing the line today. You yanked out the shard of glass lodged in the side of the neck and replaced it with your mouth, greedily swallowing the still-warm liquid. It wasn't refreshing, and it may irritate your stomach to the point of throwing up again, but it was instant relief in this moment. You pulled away, dripping blood from your mouth, gasping and sitting back on your heels. You were a murderer. Who gives a shit if you were a little bit of a cannibal in dire circumstances?

You pushed yourself back until your spine met the wall, fanning the glass away from where you sat. In the stillness, you could feel pieces of glass embedded in your flesh from the scuffle. You leaned your head back. The wetness on your chest increased. It should have been drying. What you thought was wetness from blood coating your chest was sweat pouring from your skin. It dripped down your neck and between your breasts. You thought the heat was from the rigorous activity of fighting, though it was becoming clear that the slight fever developing had caught and was raging. Every inch of you was sweating. Your hands felt over your body and you winced as they ran over puffy, tender, oozing flesh. The biggest threat to you now was infection.

It was a struggle to stay awake. If you fell asleep, you were leaving yourself open to be attacked. You hadn't moved from the spot you had settled in, your body back to sounding alarm bells every time you shifted your weight. It was the fever making your brain misfire. Every time you thought of those marines that signed their own death certificate, you started to laugh. No one came into your cell again. They saw what you had done, still chained, and were too afraid to step in. Warthin himself came to see the damage. One look at you, where multiple sites on your skin were turning green and black, and he decided to let sepsis take you. He could shoot you in the head, but that was too quick of a death. This had far more suffering involved.

Even at your rock bottom, you still had three stinky, decomposing friends to keep you company.

"We're sorry Y/N. Can you forgive us?"

"No."

"What if we told you where the keys to your cuffs were?"

"I'll think about it."

"Do you really think you could make it out alone? With those wounds?"

"I will level this place."

"What about your friends?"

"What about them?"

"You're almost as dead as us. You think they'll want a heap of rotting flesh, with a consciousness hanging on by a thread?"

You didn't respond.

"You're filthy. You're disgusting. You're a used piece of trash." The voices started to morph into the voices of Kid and Killer. "Whore. Ya think yer good enough for the Pirate King? You're a toy and nothing more. Especially now. Look at ya. Pathetic. Weak."

"STOP! SHUT UP!"

The voices left you alone with your thoughts, which weren't much better. The flame of life within you was slowly being dampened by the toxins in your blood. It wouldn't be long before your blood pressure tanked and your organs started to fail. Your kidneys were probably already in the first stages of failure, though it was difficult to say whether the lack of pee was from that or your severe dehydration. Both, if you had to guess.

At your side, you gripped a shard of glass so tightly, it was cutting into your hand. There was dried blood around it, as you had been holding it for some time. There was that itch in your brain again and your grip tightened. Someone was coming. There were a lot of someones scattered around. Why were there so many? Why did you know that? The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt someone approach, someone that had bloodlust and violence seeping out of them. Maybe two? Hard to say since their raging auras melded together. You dropped your head, assuming the same passed out position that you had before. You were hyper-focused on their positions, blocking out everything else. There was no way you would be able to take whoever it was, not when they felt like this. But maybe if you could get one swift stab in the right place...

As soon as you felt them get close enough, you slashed at them. There was no connection. You slashed again, this time your wrist was caught. You released your makeshift weapon and caught it with your other hand, aiming to try again. You felt the shackle around your wrist get suspended, stopping your hand firmly in its place. You tugged furiously trying to get away and realized that nothing was happening to you. You were only being immobilized. Then, your senses came out of fight mode and you could hear yelling.

"IT'S ME! IT'S ME! STOP!"

"Liar!" "He's lying!" "Kill him!" The chorus of voices came from your cellmates. No, they were imagined, auditory hallucinations. Fuck, did your head hurt.

"Easy," a second, calmer voice said. "It's okay. We're here."

The hand that was caught first was placed against something smooth and cold, something with evenly spaced holes. Your wrist was cautiously released and you moved your hand around, finding a helmet with some scruff sticking out of the bottom. "Killer?" The shackles containing your wrists dropped to the floor and your other hand was placed on something half-buried in hair, some rectangles, a triangle in the middle. You moved your hand to where you thought you might find scars, feeling the two that ran down your captain's face. "Kid?" You spoke so softly that they could barely hear.

Tag list: @bbnbhm @nocturnalrorobin

#that was rough but now we get to kill- as a treat :3 #last dark chap for reader #just the beginning for our friends in white >:3 #one piece #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #marooned #x reader #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader x killer

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ghastlyfilters · 1 year ago

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could i have some stu x fem!reader going camping hcs? like it’s him, reader, the rest of the group just going camping and having a good time :))

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!! :>

pairing: implied stu macher x fem!reader

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS OHFOHDEGKIGTPJUPKHOJDTGQRHOYYU

i cannot express how much i fucking think about this group. there will be plenty of the ‘gang’ content coming soon!! picturing them doing the stupidest shit together is just, AH.

anyways anon, thank you for your request that made me so ridiculously happy lol (ENJOY!!)

UPDATE: YO. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND ITS SLIGHTLY UNFINISHED BUT I’LL JUST GIVE IT TO Y’ALL ANYWAY

warnings: harsh language, randy thinking he’s literally gordon ramsey

• Boy oh boy, summertime had finally came around once again. Giving you all a pretty good idea of what was coming soon..

CAMPING!

• Okay, okay.. this hadn’t originally been apart any of your guys’ plans, but all of your parents were stubborn and wanted you to spend more time together.

• And apparently camping was just the right way to do so? Whatever. It’s not like any of you were ever going to win if you tried to protest on going each year. You lot VS a ton of parents? Fuck. It would never work.

• The agreed arrangement had been Stu, Billy, Randy, Sidney, Tatum and yourself to all go camping for atleast one week during summer break.

• Of course Billy was always the one trying to creep his way out of this shitty plan. It had been going on for so many years that the rest of y’all stopped trying at this point. But Billy? Oh, he was pretty damn adamant on faking whatever dumbass illness he could think of.

• You all made bets on who he would call that year, trying to convince that person on how very ‘poorly’ he was doing.

“I can’t go. I have a cold.”

“It’s July..”

“I HAVE A COLD.”

• His dad ended up dragging him out of the house and right into the van Stu’s parents bought him specifically for this occasion.

• After checking you guys had everything packed and ready to go, you were off into the hills!

• It was an interesting road trip to say the least, hours of Randy complaining he had to take a piss, plus Billy whining about how he didn’t wanna be here.. yeah.. an ideal three hours, huh? Jesus.

• The minute you guys arrive, Randy instantly runs over to a tree a little further away from you guys and pulls down his pants, urinating onto the land.

• Tatum always tends to start an argument and tells him how fucking disgusting he is, but he insists that she shuts her mouth and waits until it’s HER turn to be forced to have her bodily functions take over.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all fun and games until you have to take a dump in the bushes!!”

“AS IF!” Tatum squealed.

“Cut the bullshit, Alicia. You know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.” Billy chimed in.

• You insist on everyone taking a little walk through the woods, just to get familiar with the area once again.

• The rest of the gang agree and head on out with you, embracing the peaceful surrounding.

• You, Billy and Stu slowly walk side by side as the other three are already way ahead of you, arguing over the dumbest shit once again.

• Randy and Tatum always argued non fucking stop everytime you all went camping. Sidney would just awkwardly tag along, trying to change the subject to literally anything else..

• The three ask for permission to go back to camp, seeing as Tatum had made the poor choice of wearing her cute little white boots, though unfortunately they had heels.

• This just meant more peace and quiet for yourself, Billy and Stu. You’d see your other friends later, of course. But a tad bit of extra time with your boyfriend and another one of your closest friends wasn’t going to hurt.

• You guys returned for sun down, as spending all night in the goddamn woods of all places would be rather idiotic of you.

• Each and every one of your stomach’s began to growl, so Stu finally decided to whip out the grill!

• He had packed some hotdogs and burgers, ready to be cooked as soon as possible. Randy also brought along some snacks of course because you know, it’s Randy lmao.

• Another argument breaks out, but this time it’s between both Randy and Stu. Supposedly, Stu was in charge of bringing topping and sauces for the hotdogs. (Of course he had to forget it..)

“Aw, fuck this!” Randy said with a mouthful of food, throwing the remaining piece of his hotdog at a nearby tree.

“NOOOO!” Stu yelped. “What the fuck, man! You ruined a perfectly good hotdog!!”

Randy scoffed. “STU.. MY MOUTH FEELS DRIER THAN A DEAD WOMAN’S VAGINA.. THIS IS SO PLAIN. YOU DIDN’T EVEN BRING PICKLES DUDE..”

…

“Sorry but who the fuck puts pickles on a hotdog?”

“WHERE’S THE FLAVOUR IN THIS PIECE OF SHIT? IT’S BLAND. PAINFULLY BLAND.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, seemed like Randy was having his Gordon Ramsey moment.

• After drunk Randy’s constant complaining and Stu almost losing it over the fact you guys decided you’d make s’mores tomorrow instead of the present night, it didn’t take long until everyone decided to crash for the night. You all had proper tents built up, despite what y’all went through to get them that way..

“No, no, you’re gonna do it wrong. You see, you gotta make sure you’ve put the peg in the right place first.” Billy reminded Stu, trying his hardest to set up their tent. He knew his sleep was going to benefit from this of course, so that was the only reason why he began caring at this point.

“I got it!” Stu smiled, attempting to smack the peg with his mini hammer.

“THAT WAS MY FINGER YOU FU-”

Billy was sure he’d be sweating bullets for days after fully setting up the camp for everyone. He truly didn’t think it would be so hard, but much to his dismay, he was proven wrong.

• Randy and Tatum flat out refused to share a tent together, so they gave Billy the hassle of making two separate tents instead. Whereas Billy and Stu had agreed on sleeping in a tent together, whilst you and Sidney were more than happy to do the exact same thing.

• The tents were rather thin, causing everyone else to hear what was going on inside each tent. Including Randy letting out the odd bit of gas here and there or him sleep talking about ‘Prom Night’ with Jamie Lee Curtis.

• As the sunlight crept its way into everyone’s tents, you all began to stir and awaken. Morning was here. And you were all going to have to get up and start the day.

• Today was rock climbing! Something that had split opinions from the majority of you. Those like yourself, Stu and Tatum found it fun, but others such as Billy, Sidney and Randy weren’t too keen on it.

“You’re all such pussies, man. It’s safe. I don’t know why the three of you complain about it every damn year.” Stu remarked, his attention on your other three friends who really couldn’t be bothered to participate in such an activity right now.

“Please. You only like it because you’re tall and fast enough to catch yourself before you fall.” Billy snorted.

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guppybibi · 1 year ago

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whats goody gang i have a really stupid request um. imagine akito x reader except its Wow like that really bad 3racha song (I've listened to it too much its so bad yet so good) minus all the innapropriate-ish lines

this would be so silly like imagine akito pulling up to reader like "you could be fiona today, I'll be shrek 🤫🧏‍♀️" and the worst part is that they still fall for that loser 🤢

maybe reader is a bit older than akito too like in wow so akito can quote the iconic "jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo" (but maybe the Japanese version of that.)

ty i love your writing 😚😚😚

𖦹 pairing: Akito Shinonome x implied fem!reader

𖦹 content: In which Akito tries out some pick up lines but he has L rizz ffrfr

𖦹 notes: HAUHAUAHUA thank uu for this !! i believe in no game Akito, we all say in unison. This was actually really hard to write. I had to put my phone down multiple times. also not proofread btw, really busy..

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

The two words, ‘Wow, damn..’ were the only ones that managed to slip out of Akito’s mouth as he saw you step into their home, following his sister like you were some obedient little duckling. It wasn't your first time here actually, you've been hanging out with Ena for quite a while now. It's just Akito’s first time actually stepping outside his room, but he didn't know you looked this jaw dropping and show stopping! If he was aware of it, he’d have gotten to you a lot earlier.

“Akito! What are you staring at?!” Ena asks, a skeptical glare towards her brother. “If you're going to take a shine to my friend then at least fix yourself up!” She scolds with a condescending tone, hey–she wasn't doing this to be mean. Her brother really needs help with his love life ya know, he needs as much tips as possible..The ginger looks down at himself, glaring right back at his older sister. Was this some kind of sibling telepathy she didn't know of? The clothes he had on were ferocious, Ena’s eyes felt like they were burning. A random band t-shirt paired with some plaid pajama pants, the brown hair girl tried her damn hardest not to gag right now. But one blink and you’re already right beside Akito, towering over him.

He gulps, his face growing red like he's burning at stake. You seemed a lot prettier up close, but his heart couldn't handle this! It felt like he could die of cardiac arrest at any moment, he still had songs to perform with his group. Not yet, don't die! “You okay? My name’s Y/N, it's nice to meet you!” You stick out your hand, anticipating a shake back. Your hands look so soft and delicate, what if he scratched them with his rough and calloused fingers? Still it's rude to just..keep you hanging there. He takes your hand into his, despite being shorter than you his hand was a lot bigger..He didn't wanna move right now, feeling like he was in some kind of romance manga.

“A-Akito, the name’s Akito..” He stutters, cursing himself internally as he scrambles his words. “I know, Ena told me. Plus I see you ‘round campus anyway.” You smile at him, making him all flustered. Feeling like a flutter of butterflies were just released into his stomach, if it was possible; he would've had heart eyes right now.

And that's how all of this shenanigans started, it started off small, until it started snowballing. First, it began with Akito simply tagging along with you and Ena’s hangouts. Whether it be at the mall or going for a jog on Scramble Crossing. The boy took note of a lot of things about you, the way you’d go over to a bush and pluck a flower (If it was allowed, you’d do no such crime) to sniff it, knowing fully well you were allergic to pollen. If it wasn’t you doing it he’d probably think it was stupid but it’s you so you’re excused. Akito is cursed with a resting bitch face but not when you're around, even if he has a bad day you always manage to make him at least smirk.

But soon it turned not so simple, well to be honest nothing really changed. Aside from the fact you started to actually like him. It felt weird, developing a crush on your friend's younger immature brother. But there was something about him, was it the way he remembers and takes down everything about you? No, it wasn't that, even Ena could do that. Was it his appearance, maybe his ginger hair that was so different from his sister? It wasn't that either, so what was it? As embarrassing it was to say, it was his pickup lines..

It was stupid to begin with, the way he’d end every cheesy line with a wink caught your eye. It got progressively stupider day by day, the most memorable one so far being this. “Hey Y/N, do ya think ya could make me some coffee as sweet as ya?” He asks, leaning over the counter with his hand on his chin. He bats his eyelashes dreamily, an attempt to do it at least, he looked like something got stuck in his eye. “Sure!” You reply, grabbing a cup as he thanks you. He does choke on his own spit when he sees you pour in a bunch of sugar, fortunately only filling the cup halfway. He gulps, praying for his health. Yep, he was still going to drink this. You went out of your way to make this for him, there's no way he’d miss drinking some coffee made by you specifically. “Thanks Y/N.” His voice cracks as he grabs the glass of coffee from you, mentally doing the sign of the cross.

He puked in the bathroom when you left, Ena saw him but he managed to keep her mouth shut by bribing her. Yeah..that week of chores won't be fun. But if that's what it took to perhaps catch your heart into the net he was holding out to you, he’d do it.

Oh but the pickup lines just get stranger and stranger, yet this one takes the cake..The three of you were having a movie night, and you chose to watch Shrek because..why not honestly? It was all going fine, everyone was all comfy and cozy while Ena went to the kitchen to mix up some popcorn. It was just you and Akito there, the movie paused at the intro since Ena would start yelling at you both if you started without her. Ena planned to sit in the middle of the couch, with you on her left and Akito on her right. Simple enough instructions but Akito schooches over to you, his smirk saying something along the lines of “I got an idea..”.

“Y/N..would you be Fiona to my Shrek?” The worst part about it is how serious he seemed to be, no actually–you laughing at it had to be the worse part. It caught you by surprise, it came out of nowhere like a wild animal lurking in the bushes. “Yes! I’ll be your Fiona!” You snort, trying not to pee yourself as the cringe line echoed through the valleys of your mind. Akito was laughing now too, not expecting it to actually work.

What the two of you didn't know though, was that Ena was watching the both of you silently. Trying to stifle giggles, ashamed that she found something as cheesy as that funny.

It's stupid, but you two make it work anyways.

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