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venomnyx · 8 months ago

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THE FOOL CARD - Josh Washington x F!Reader AO3 // Spotify Playlist

WORD COUNT - 3.1k SUMMARY - You've been sneaking around with your best friend's older brother since summer. If it's supposed to be easy and casual, why does it feel so foolish? TAGS/WARNINGS - friends with benefits to lovers, female anatomy reader, teasing, alcohol/drinking, cursing, unprotected p in v sex, brief mentions of asphyxiation, creampie, josh has feelings first, dialogue heavy? NOTES - this is a self-indulgent fantasy smutty dialogue pracitce that isn't edited bc who has time for that these days. ignore overuse/repeat words if u love me. fan of josh since '15 only now i have the ability to do something about it

“You don’t really believe in that stuff, do you?” Josh asks, leaning against the doorway, casually sipping a beer.

You glance up from the cards spread out in front of you. Ashley sits opposite you, deer-eyes round with awe from when she held off of your every word, hinting at her friendship with Chris potentially becoming something more. A small smile grows on your face as you gather the silky cards together and slot them back into place.

“You’re not just saying that because you’re scared, are you, Joshy boy?”

With another sip, the corner of his mouth ticks up with intrigue. He shoulders off the doorway and saunters over, eyes never leaving you.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” he says cooly, sliding onto the stool that Ashley scoots out of. She shoots you a knowing look, a glimmer in the ring of her green eyes, a flush to her cheeks as she scurries back into the chatter-filled living room.

“Tell me,” he begins, lounging back in the wooden chair with a low, shadowed look on his face. A long sip of beer, a generous amount of lash-lidded eye contact. “What does my future hold?”

“Your future?” You smirk, skillfully shuffling the cards in your hand, cheeks warm when you lose the competition of holding his confident stare. The tarot cards are glossy and thick, a high-quality deck gilded with gold that you’d nabbed from a crystal shop that stunk of coconut incense and white sage.

A card flies from the deck, landing face-down. You reach and flip it over, revealing The Tower—a crumbling structure, lit with a devastating fire.

“Sudden, eruptive change.”

He leans closer, interest piqued. “What kind of change?”

“Well… let’s ask the cards to clarify,” you continue, reshuffling until another card leaps out. You pick it up, revealing a heart, daggered with three, long swords. “The Three of Swords. Heartache, and pain.”

He scoffs humorously. “The only heartbreaking and painful thing about this week was Chris eating my leftover pizza.”

You hum, unconvinced. Another card.

Ten of Cups reversed. Familial despair.

“It feels like a warning,” you say, trying not to look at the blatant picture. Familial grieving, pain, loss. Clearing your throat, you glance back up at him. “Almost like everything you know is about to change.”

“Hm. Seems ominous,” he replies, entirely not convinced. “What about my near future?” He perks a suggestive brow, licks the dry of his lips. “What are the cards saying about tonight?”

You roll your eyes, feigning indifference, but your hands tremble when you pull two cards. The Moon, and The Lovers.

“Hmm… looks like the cards are saying…” you faux scan the cards, then glance over your shoulder to ensure there aren’t any eavesdroppers. When you’re satisfied they’re distracted, you return with your chin propped on two folded hands and a small, mischievous smile.

“Your room. Midnight?”

His lips stretch into a grin. “Y’know, if the cards keep saying things like this, I might just become a believer.”

You mirror his smile, tucking yourself in tight as you lean closer to the counter.

Hannah walks in, playing with her fingers nervously, and you instinctively lean back. She glances between you, Josh, the cards, and twists her feet against the tile seams.

“You want a go, Han?” You ask. She nods, but appears apprehensive.

“Come on, Josh, client confidentiality. Get outta here. Scram.”

Josh laughs, once. “Alright. I’ll leave you ladies to it.”

Your eyes flicker to him for a moment. He nods with a poker face like steel, raises his beer in acknowledgement of his sister, and leaves the room without a second look.

It’s cruel, how he walks away. Cruel like it’ll never mean more to him.

Ashley, face pink from cocktails, corners you when you return from the readings, hand pawing at your arm.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Ash. What’s up?”

She leans closer, voice lowering. “Do you have a crush on Josh?”

You’re mid-sip of wine when she asks, and you sputter a cough.

“Excuse me?”

She grins. “You know. Do you like like him?”

Ever the butt of the joke, your defensiveness flares like the prickle of young flames. Is she teasing you? Your fingers tighten around the glass stem.

“No, I know what you meant,” you reply, face warming. “Um, no, Ash. I don’t have a crush on Josh.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I could totally set you guys up. I mean, I told you about my crush on…” she glances around, tactically lowering her voice. “…Chris. So, you can trust me!”

“Ash, I think everybody knows about your crush on Chris.”

She blinks like a doe in headlights. “No, they don’t,” her gaze slips away. “Do they?”

You sip from your glass. “Everybody except Chris, apparently.”

She whacks your arm gently. “Shut up! He might hear you!” She scolds, embarrassed. You chuckle to yourself, eyes drawn to your cup as you mindlessly swirl the drink.

“But, seriously, it’s probably good that you don’t have a crush on Josh. Hannah and Beth would kill you!” She laughs.

Your blood turns icy as your mind is suddenly overwhelmed by a flurry of hook-up flashbacks, and you take a healthy, guilt-numbing swig of your drink before replying.

“Haha. Yeah. You’re probably right about that.”

Two glasses of wine later, you excuse yourself for the bathroom and veer off path when the coast is clear to Josh’s room. His door is ajar, feeding through a slim slice of warm lamp lighting onto the dark hallway.

A familiar routine— a scratch for the itch, a hit for the craving. Can’t keep your hands off him, not since the first time. You’d be in so much trouble if the twins knew you were hooking up with their older brother, but the scandal of it all gives you hot flashes between the thighs.

Hands tickle up your sides when you sneak in. A flat palm over your shoulder to click the door shut.

“You’re late,” he teases.

You stifle your giggles. “Yeah, well, unless you want everybody finding out about whatever we’re doing, then you’ll have to be patient for me to find my moment to sneak off.”

He closes the space between you, pressing against your chest to tilt you against the dresser, feeling small beneath his frame. Knees locked around his hips when you hop up.

“Would it be so bad?” He murmurs, immediately kissing along your neck, hands greedy on your waist. “You know… if they knew? About us?”

Us. A word like hot coals, fingers instinctively recoiling from the topic. Excited butterflies turned to anxious wasps in your belly. Casual moments bleeding into lingering stares, “we’re just friends” to eye contact and hand-holding when he makes you cum.

You think Emily knows. She’s quick-witted and perceptive whenever you leave the room, eyes sharp like a bristled cat ready to pounce.

“What’s there to know? We’re just friends,” you say, and he hums sceptically in response. You clutch his shoulders, warm beneath wine-numb fingers. “Besides, Hannah and Beth would kill me—”

“So, that’s it?” He grins, pulling away just enough that you can feel his breath fanning across your clavicle. You smell alcohol and peppermint gum and your head spins from the proximity.

“I’m just your dirty little secret?”

He’s making fun of you.

“Shut up,” you whine, breath laboured from the tingly feeling he produces against your skin with his mouth. Arousal so severe you feel like you’re sixteen again, a hormonal ball of teenage puppy fat and insecurity.

“Fine. How’d Hannah’s reading go? What’d she wanna know?”

You sigh with frustration, trying to nudge your hips closer to his. “Josh, please don’t talk about your sister when I’m trying to fuck you.”

“Oh, just like that, huh? Like I’m a piece of meat?”

“Isn’t that what you signed up for, pretty boy?”

He nips harder. “You think I’m pretty?”

A severe eye roll. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Well, I can be pretty convincing,” he mutters, pushing the hemline of your skirt up your thigh. “Your dress is cute. You wear it for me?”

You had— all butterflies and anticipation at the thought of easy access. A short, black milk-maid thing, as well as enduring an everything shower the night before, sore from vanilla-sugar exfoliation. Soft for him.

The words escape you in a stuttered breath when he thumbs up to your panty line, tipping it to the side.

“You wish.”

He noses against the column of your throat when he slips a finger against you, shuddery breaths when the slick gathers on his palm.

“Always so wet,” he strains, tipsy touches circling your clit, pressing into the honeyed entrance. “You’re insatiable, you know that? Can’t get enough of me?”

No.

“Mm… don’t flatter yourself. Consider it convenient.”

He tilts his head. “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?”

“Stop— stop being such a dick,” you pant, muscles seizing against the sudden onslaught of building pleasure.

“Thought you liked me a little mean.”

He slides a singular finger into you, all molten and tingly as he knuckle-fucks you.

“Oh God, shut up.”

He sucks pressure onto your neck, affectionate with a hand on the small of your back. Your insides clench, aching with the urge to be filled, a desire his fingers would never be fully be able to satisfy.

You palm the growing mound behind his denim. “Need to feel you.”

He leans back, looking at you boyishly, pausing the work of his wrist.

“Right now?” His voice peaks. “But you’re hardly ready—”

“Gotta be quick.” You tug on his belt buckle and challenge his eye contact with lowered eyelids. “I can take it.”

You’ve rendered him stun-locked, shy.

He blinks. “Fuck— shit, okay,” he reaches for the zipper on his jeans, already steel-hard when he releases himself. He nudges closer, but you’ve never done it like this before. Not without a condom.

“This okay?” He asks hurriedly, the strain to his voice a sobering splash.

The wine blurs the line you promised not to cross. You glance down to where he fists himself, hastily spreading your slick across his length, and your lower belly flips.

You nod, bottom lip captured between your teeth. “Fuck. Please.”

“You sure?”

“Josh—”

“Alright, alright, needy.”

He slips a hand over the curve of your ass, propping you firmly on the dresser and nestling further between your thighs, notching his tip against your wet heat before pushing in. A sharp inhale accompanied by a hand on his chest, urging him to go slower.

It’s a tight stretch as you adjust to the weight of him pressing inside you, nails digging reflexively into the meat of his shoulders.

“Easy, I got you,” he murmurs, hand sliding up from guiding himself inside of you to the wall beside your head. His mouth captures yours as he sinks deeper, a balm to soothe the sting.

You don’t normally kiss. Not often, usually only when you’re drunk. It felt too intimate at first, too weird— because two “just friends” fucking each other’s brains out certainly wasn’t, but you sigh-melt when his tongue slips past the parting of your lips.

He rolls his hips shallowly once, twice— until the burn turns honey-silk, sheathed heavily in your velvet. He’s panting when he leans back, reaching up for purchase, something to ground himself. He instinctively goes for your waist, second-guesses himself, and leans a hand against the wall.

Dark eyes search for yours in the haze. “You alright?”

You slide your hands underneath his plaid shirt. “You trying to be romantic or something?”

He rolls his eyes. “Quit it.”

You bite down on your lower lip, suppressing a grin, and dig the ball of your foot into his ass to pull him closer.

“Get on with it, then.”

He obliges with a groan, pistoning slowly at first. A gentle back-and-forth, slickening himself up all sweet for you, precarious where he tries not to make the dresser rock too much. Helplessly his fingers cling to you, digging into the plush of your thigh, thumbing along the crease where the skin meets your hip.

He reaches to cradle your face and parts your kiss-wet lips with a thumb. You suck him into the cup of your mouth, tongue curling around his skin. You’ve never blowed him before but you’re sure he pictures you pretty on your knees with the way his eyes darken.

His thumb releases with a pop and he presses it against your clit, puffy with need.

The rhythm catches up, and soon you’re panting as you rock against one another. Arms clinging to the broad spread of his shoulders, legs squeezing around his waist. You could stay here forever, you think— drunk on the way he fucks you like he cares what you feel, what you think. Attentive, giving. Better than any exes and you’re sure he knows it— why else would you stick around?

Your best friend’s older brother.

“We should stop doing this,” you concede, words strung high across a moan. “Ashley thinks I’ve got a crush on you.”

A tilt of his head. Something flickers on his face, sparkles in his eye when his lip quirks up. Amusement.

“That right?” He breathes, teeth flashing. “Cute.”

“Jesus, right there—”

Panting breaths melt together between a symphony of curses. A roll of your eyes as your head tilts forward, nails digging into his tense biceps, bracing yourself against the pulse at your centre as his spit-silky thumb circles your clit.

He swallows thickly, throat bobbing against your temple. “Well… do you?”

You pull back from the crook of his neck you’d buried yourself into. “What?”

“Have a crush on me?”

You sock his shoulder. “Don’t make it weird.”

He grins, followed by a roll of his hips. “Oh, right, because that’ll make things weird.”

“Just— just keep doing that, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Footsteps and laughter.

Your eyes widen, nerves doused with adrenaline. “Someone’s coming—”

Josh’s hand snaps up and clamps across your mouth, his hips shifting to continue their pace but careful to mind knocking against the dresser. Eyes low and dark as he leans closer, cheeks flushed as he squeezes your face.

From outside the door, “Yo, where’s Josh?”

“He said he was going to get more beer!”

It’s Chris and Mike.

“He’s been gone for a while. Do you think he’s passed out in his room?”

Your brows scrunch, torn between the thrill of fear and pleasure. A moan squeaks behind his palm, every thrust a countdown. Josh mime-shushes you, licking his lips and glancing over at the door as footsteps pass by. Nothing but a piece of wood between you and a secret spilt.

You whimper, pussy turning to liquid heat between your thighs, fizzy with ecstasy, clamping down hard around his hips. Cobra tight around the lava sink and drag of his cock.

“Nah, man. Let’s check the wine cellar.”

The footsteps continue down the hallway, easing your adrenaline with each step as you turn gelatinous in his arms. He releases you at once and the oxygen runs to your head with a dizzying force, eyes wild as they address you.

“Did you…?”

“Mhm.” It pitches high, and his eyes widen with the realisation.

“You liked that. Do you want us to get caught?”

You tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Maybe I just liked you choking me.”

His brows raise. “Wait. Really?”

You smile wickedly in response, leaving the question unanswered— you aren’t trying to give him any ideas, but you feel that bubbly-wistfulness in your belly at the thought of his hand around your throat the next time he takes you.

You’re not meant to daydream or hope for the next time; this was only supposed to be a one-time thing— just shy of your nineteenth birthdays, fucking yourselves through a dry spell, but you’ve been jumping his bones since the Washington’s invited you to stay with them last summer and he showed you how to smoke your first joint.

You’re a sweet girl, their parents said. Hannah and Beth couldn’t have been more excited that their best friend was coming to stay for six weeks. They hadn’t suspected a thing.

That was last August. Now you’re here with the others for the annual winter getaway— the lodge all to yourselves, and you’d not even lasted a night before you’d tip-toed into his room at 1 AM.

Josh grunts into your neck, cock twitching within you, sliding in and out of your slickened pussy like water.

“Where should I…”

A vulnerable split-second of eye contact. Shivery energy zips between you and something atmospherically shifts, like a moon falling into orbital alignment. The space behind your rib cage becomes soft and malleable, gravity tugging on your heartstrings.

The Fool Card.

A dangerous cliff edge that you’re too wrapped up in the moment to take mind of. You’re already in this deep— might as well fling yourself over it.

You dig your fingers into him. “Inside.”

His eyes flash wide. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah— fuck, Josh, let me feel you.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. So fuckin’ hot.”

He thrusts with more urgency now, brows knit, teeth bared. Sharp when they slide along the skin of your shoulder.

He releases a cute grunt when he comes, nose buried in your neck, cock pulsing strongly inside of you. A sharp little rut of his hips, pushing himself deep, milking dry what remains.

Panting breaths mingle together, misty with post-sex sweat. You stroke the back of his exertion-damp head, cradled gently against your shoulder, his knuckles white as they brace against the dresser.

This is usually the time when you clear your throats and tug your clothes back on, but when he lifts his head to look at you, there’s something soft and sticky-sweet in the post-clarity lax of his features, the seraphic upturn of his brows.

“Can I kiss you?”

You blink at him. “Josh…”

Something visibly deflates on his face. “Sorry, sorry, I overstepped, I forgot the 'rules'—”

You grab him by the neck, thumb affectionately along the line of his jaw, and capture his mouth against yours. When you kiss he’s still sheathed to the hilt, chests pressing together, and you suddenly don’t feel so drunk anymore.

Everything narrows down, vision tunnelling. You’re suddenly not in a lodge with all of your friends, not propped up on his dresser, not just friends with benefits. You can pretend in the safety of his bedroom, making out like lovers, because when it’s this dark it’s just him, him, him, an utter mind-reeling consumption, so warm and soft and tender you feel shame trickle down your spine.

It’s not supposed to feel this good.

Spit strings between your mouths when you pull back.

“We should… go back to the others. Probably wondering where we are.”

He pants, gazing down at your lips. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. We should do that.”

It’s cruel, the way he looks at you. Cruel like this means more to him, too.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months ago

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Broken Mind | Josh Washington x Reader

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Another day, another Until Dawn rewrite by yours truly <3

I've got Rami Malek on the brain again so I decided to revise this old 2016 fic I wrote about Josh being accompanied by Reader in the shed (after his prank reveal). Changed a few things around and added stuff from the prologue, but all in all the plot's the same (except they're together)

Anyways enjoy!

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"Hey, [y/n]. Got a special delivery for you."

Hearing the quiet giggles of the Washington sisters, you looked up from your phone and smiled upon seeing your boyfriend being held up by the two of them.

He looked plastered as hell and half-asleep, but his eyes were slightly open. The moment they landed on you, lopsided grin spread across his lips.

"[Y/n]...baby...?"

"Yes. It's me, Josh." With a chuckle, you put down your phone and assisted the girls in helping him lay on the sofa. You decided to let him rest on top of you, seeing as he already had his arms wrapped around your torso. "Jeez, so clingy, huh? How much did you drink?"

"Mhm...I forgot.." His words were slurred.

"Of course you did." Putting your arms around him, you lightly scratched at his scalp with your fingertips, hearing his hums of content as he looked to his sisters.

While Hannah left, Beth smiled back and took a picture of him being all cuddly with you, reminding herself to send to you later. After that, she finally left you both alone.

"They take good care of you."

"Yeah..they're..the best." Josh mumbled tiredly into your chest, hugging you tighter. "But 'm glad you're here...thank you for being by my side. I love you sooooooooooo much."

"Of course, Joshie. I love you, too." You chuckled, holding him close until he dozed off again, before you ended up falling asleep yourself, enveloped by the warmth of the cabin fire and the one you loved most.

He probably won't remember much of this in the morning, but that was fine.

For once, everything felt right in the world.

"[Y/n], honey? Baby? Sweetheart?"

Blinking, you returned to the cold and cruel present, looking to the man tied to the post.

"Yes, Josh?" You sighed tiredly, wiping the blood from the corner of your lip.

"I'm pretty cold. How 'bout we loosen these restraints a little and-?"

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think that's a good idea right now."

"What? I....I can't believe it. You would let those jerks do this to me?!! Your boyfriend? After all I've done for you?!!" Angrily, Josh tugged at his restraints, gnashing his teeth at you like some animal. "I feel hurt. Who does this to someone they love?!"

"First of all, I didn't tie you up. And second...you're not the only one who's gotten hurt tonight."

"If anyone deserves to feel hurt, it should be me! After what they did to my sisters..they had it coming."

As much as you wanted to snap at him for acting this way, you knew that he wasn't well, and getting angry right back wasn't going to make anything better.

Instead, you opted to look outside the shed, observing the snowfall while trying to ignore the sounds of him whining and struggling with the ropes.

Such sights used to calm your nerves, but now...it was nothing more than a grim reminder of how long and unforgiving this night has been, and how there's still a few hours until sunlight and rescue arrived.

How did you get here?

Well, it was supposed to be a reunion between friends.

You and Josh were still together after the horrible tragedy that befell his sisters exactly one year prior, and you were with him through the long days he spent trying to isolate himself, and the difficult nights he spent wishing he didn't wake up at all.

You stayed with him no matter what.

No matter how many times he tried pushing you away...you always stayed. And while he didn't express it as much as he wanted to, he appreciated it.

That's the only reason why he didn't subject you to the "prank" he had laid out for the rest of the group.

You knew his passion for film projects, having helped him with some small YouTube ones yourself. You knew that this year, he wanted to do something to "really bring the gang back together", and you let him be when he insisted on working alone.

God, why didn't you press him on what exactly this prank entailed?

Why didn't you pick up the signs that he was off his meds?

What he enacted was horrific beyond measure--a prank that you didn't even think he was capable of carrying out.

One that seemed so real that you were almost convinced that you lost him to a murderer.

When Chris came to you sobbing in remorse over how the "Psycho" tricked him into killing your boyfriend, you didn't know what to feel. You wanted to see the body to confirm it, but given his and Ashley's reactions..it wasn't worth scarring your eyes or mind over.

It left you unbelievably sad and numb, although you were left confused when through his blubbering, he admitted that the saw blade was rigged to kill Josh despite choosing to save him.

That was the first sign that you knew something was off.

You didn't know anybody that held a massive grudge against him to the point of rigging a trap to murder him only.

But only after Josh revealed everything to Chris, Ashley, Sam, Mike, and you....that's when it all made sense.

And you felt betrayed.

You couldn't believe he'd orchestrate this whole scheme behind your back.

How could you have been so naive and trusting?

You felt like you should have known what he was up to. The others gave you suspicious looks and even Mike wondered for a moment if you were an accomplice...but you weren't.

That was the truth.

You had no idea.

Now all you felt was lingering guilt and festering anger that this was Josh's twisted idea of "revenge" against the people who didn't even kill his sisters. Against people like Chris who didn't even know what happened until he woke up.

And in a way, you felt like it was against you for not waking him up in time to stop the prank that led to Hannah and Beth running out of the cabin.

No matter how many times he claimed you had nothing to do with it, you felt like he was punishing you, too.

So now, you, Chris, and Mike have taken him away from the others, to a shed where he couldn't hurt anybody. Apparently Jess was dead, and despite his insistence that he didn't kill her....Mike didn't believe a word he said, having seen her body firsthand in some mining elevator.

Then when he started making lewd comments about Chris and Ashley, both of the men were growing agitated, debating on whether to make him shut up by force or not.

Finally, you intervened before they could decide, offering to watch over him until sunrise. You're the only one who had a small chance to talk some sense into him and make him realize his mistakes.

Mike was reluctant to leave you alone with him, thinking he'll guilt trip you into letting him go, but you convinced him and Chris you'll be fine.

There were some...scary things you've seen out in the woods earlier, and the last thing you wanna do is leave Josh alone with them nearby.

Even after all the shitty things he did, even after faking his own death...you still loved him.

You didn't believe he murdered Jess.

That's not what Josh would do.

"Your sisters wouldn't have wanted this." You quietly said, looking back at the wide-eyed man. "I wish things were different that night. I wish they didn't get humiliated. God, I wish Hannah had talked to me instead. But this...all of this was wrong, Josh. What happened doesn't justify-"

"But it worked, didn't it? Listen, I...I-I didn't want anyone dead." He stammered. "I just wanted to see that same terror on their faces. And I got them good! I got you all!!"

"...did you have to give Ash a black eye, though?"

"Look, she stabbed me with scissors! And it still hurts like a motherfucker."

You just gave him an expression that read "well I would have too if a killer was chasing me", and he seemed to understand...given how his shoulders slumped with defeat.

"Baby, 'm sorry..this...was not how our night's supposed to go. But you know what? I'm glad I was the only one laughing! Because NOW THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE!!" Tears of anger pricked his eyes as his voice unexpectedly rose.

You whole body tensed, but you stayed calm, knowing he's only lashing out. "Josh, I know they hurt you. And hurting them back might feel good..but you hurt me too by faking your own death and not telling me how far you intended to take this prank."

"..you would've stopped me if I told you." He mumbled.

"Well maybe I should've been more persistent." You huffed. "If I was, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have to talk about why Jess died and why you seem to be the prime suspect-"

"I swear to god, it wasn't me! I don't even know where she is!" Josh snapped, before he curled up, like a child in timeout. "Mike..he wouldn't explain the wheres and whens. He just kept hitting me, pushing me..telling me to shut up...but I didn't do it...I swear. Please, please believe me, [y/n]. I'm sorry that you got roped into this. I-It's..the..the last thing I wanted.." His voice softened. "I'm sorry I've been bad..."

Slowly, you could see bits and pieces of the Josh you once knew coming back. His mind wasn't all there, of course, but you've known him forever.

You should be thinking with your brain and not your heart.

But....

You still love him, and believe in second chances.

"Joshua."

He perked up, anticipating the worst as you pulled up a chair to sit in front of him. For you to say his name like that couldn't have been good.

Maybe you were gonna side with all the rest of them and spit on him.

Maybe you were gonna say that you're leaving him alone here, as Dr. Hill had warned would happen.

Maybe you were finally going to tell him what an unforgivable monster he wa-

"I believe you're innocent. You're not one to take a life. No matter what they say." You suddenly spoke, putting a hand to his soot-coated cheek

Almost immediately, his twitching stopped, and he stared straight at you.

It's like you put him in a trance.

"I'm not gonna leave you."

"..e-even though I've been..all messed up?" He asked cautiously. "I-I mean..I haven't been a good boyfriend lately..."

"That hasn't stopped me from being there for you before." You chuckled. "We're gonna work through this. Even if it's just you and I."

"............"

"I believe you when you say you didn't kill her. Do you believe me?"

It took him a few moments to study your expression, seeing the genuine care and warmth in your eyes. Despite all the horrors you've seen tonight, there was still a spark of hope in them.

That was the light he needed.

"...I-I do..I really do." He sniffled, resting his head on your shoulder, grateful that you didn't push him away despite being covered in dirt and fake blood. "'m sorry...I-I don't deserve you."

"Oh, honey..." You put your arms around him, sighing softly as you felt him tremble against you, tears slowly dampening your jacket. At this point, you knew you got him back, and you were so relieved. "We'll figure something out. Just stay with me."

"You don't think I'm a monster..?" He asked through his sobs. "I mean, everyone treated me like one...you've seen them.."

"....I know. Neither of us can change how they feel. But listen, the only monster here is-"

All of the sudden, a shrill inhumane screech echoed from somewhere outside, deep in the woods, interrupting the tender moment between you two.

Josh sat up with a start, his tearful eyes wide and terrified as he looked to you. "Wh-What was that?"

"That's the real monster I was gonna mention. They call it the Wendigo. Hang on." Crouching down, you managed to find a small pocketknife on his toolbelt, using it to cut the ropes binding him. "It's fast. But it's blind as fuck. We need to get out of here."

Nodding, he got up as quickly as he could, having no time to rub his aching wrists as you grabbed his hand.

The shrieks became louder, forcing you two to hide further inside the shed, sticking close to the back wall where the shadows were darkest. "Shit. Don't move a muscle, okay?"

His breath hitched as the wendigo dropped down in front of the entrance, creeping inside the small building to look for prey. But he took your advice and tried staying still.

You could practically hear you own heartbeat as you held your breath, thumping louder and louder as the creature wandered around. Josh watched it scrape its claws along the wall, creating a sound most unpleasant in an attempt to make him flinch.

It then made direct eye contact with you both.

While you managed to keep perfectly still, you could hear Josh's quiet whimpers, indicating he had a much harder time considering how jittery he was earlier.

All you could do was hope and pray it would leave.

Otherwise...both of you were dead.

Just when you thought your boyfriend was going to lose it completely, the distant snapping of a branch caused the wendigo to turn at blinding speed and sprint out of the shed, returning to the surrounding woods.

"Okay...thank christ.." Letting his hand go, you took a breather, only to see that he was still standing rigid. His eyes showed nothing but pure terror, as he began mumbling something like "was it real" under his breath.

"Josh? Baby?" You shook his shoulders a bit, and he blinked several times, coming back to reality. Relief immediately crossed his face as he realized you were still here. "It's okay. It's gone."

"Tha....That thing w-was real?"

"Yes. I know how to outsmart it. But we can't stay here. We'll be safer at the lodge with the others. We just gotta keep our heads down until then."

"But..what about the-?"

"Don't worry about them. Let's worry about getting out of here, alright?"

Wordlessly, Josh nodded, practically clinging to your arm as you both headed outside and down the snowy trail. He kept mumbling incoherent things, reassuring himself that he was safe with you.

Obviously, he seemed pretty shellshocked, considering the monster he just encountered was real and not a product of his imagination.

He didn't know whether that was better or worse.

Either way, you allowed him to hold onto you, knowing he needed someone--anyone--to lean on right now. And fortunately you were exactly the person he needed.

The only one who could help him come back to his senses.

You swore to never abandon him, and you intend to keep that promise even after all that happened tonight.

You still loved him, and he loved you.

That hasn't changed.

#until dawn x reader #ud x reader #josh washington #josh washington x reader #until dawn josh x reader #angst #hurt/comfort

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junrenjun · 1 year ago

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Comfortable

omega!joshua x beta!reader (mentioned alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, implied ot13 x reader)

genre: angst (kinda) with some good ole fluff

wc: 1223

warnings: reader has periods, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

summary: joshua sees y/n having a bad day and finds a way to make her more comfortable.

a/n: Wow I actually wrote again! As suggested, I'm going to make this and "Understand" into a little series, with snippets of this ot13 x reader pack. I'll try my best to cover each member at least once. Anyways this means I need a name for the series so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. Also how did so many of you like/reblog Understand without telling me that I wrote ot8 instead of ot13 :/ (I guess that's what I get for writing at 3 AM). Enjoy!

Joshua knew something was wrong when you emerged from your room wearing your own sweatpants. Half of your closet wasn’t even your own clothes at this point. You had to have gone out of your way to put on something that didn’t originally belong to another pack member. Were you fighting with someone? Were the scents too much? Did you not want to be part of the pack anymore? He tried his best to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as you trudged into the kitchen in silence, stopping halfway through like you forgot what you came for. You didn’t greet him or even acknowledge his presence in the living room. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

Eventually, you remembered your purpose in the kitchen and scampered to the fridge, opening the freezer. After a few moments of shuffling and mumbles of, “where is it,” he heard a sniffle. Then another. Concerned, Joshua turned around, watching in horror as you dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The scent of distress permeated the room and he was quick to scramble to your side.

He crouched down next to you, reaching out slowly. You lifted your head slightly to look at the man in front of you, before throwing yourself into the omega’s arms. Joshua fell back onto his butt with a small oomph.

He couldn’t care less though, he just wanted to comfort his beta. He hugged you tightly, letting your tears soak into his shirt. After a few minutes, your hiccups started to slow and he felt it was the right time to ask, “what’s got you so worked up?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow trying to understand what you said. “You gotta say it louder honey.”

A beat passed, then you lifted her head and looked away from him. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it has you crying on the kitchen floor.” He paused for a second, debating his words. “And clearly something has you upset. You’re wearing your own sweatpants instead of that pair of Jun’s that you really like.”

You snorted. Your scent finally cleared a bit and Joshua gave a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me right now, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and looked longingly at the fridge for a second before turning back to the omega with a deadpan expression. “I thought we still had some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer but I guess we don’t.”

Oh. Joshua’s smile grew. “That’s it? I thought you, like, didn’t want to be part of the pack anymore or something.”

An expression of horror crossed your face. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

This time, it was his turn to deadpan. “You came out of your room looking like shit, wearing your own clothes, and then dropped onto the kitchen floor sobbing! Of course I thought something was wrong!”

You rolled your eyes, but Joshua saw the hint of a smile on your lips. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, before softly saying, “the ice cream really doesn’t explain the first half of that though.”

You laughed for a second before pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where a small red dot was drawn on the top right corner of the box marking today’s date. “I’m on my period Joshie. I don’t want to accidentally get blood on Jun’s pants.”

Suddenly, Joshua felt really, really stupid. It was all right in front of his face. “Oh.”

His surprised face was enough to make you cackle, and he giggled to himself at you rolling on the floor. This time laughing instead of crying. Joshua doesn’t really know what possessed him to blurt this out so abruptly, but sure enough he asked, “do you want to come sit in my nest with me?”

It was your turn to be surprised this time. “You want me to sit in your nest with you? Like right now?”

You didn’t think you had ever seen the omega be so shy since you started living with the pack. His cheeks turned red and he looked away from you. “Yeah I mean, if you are okay with it. It really helps me feel better during pre-heat, so I figured it might help you?”

Joshua finally looks back up at you and is relieved to see that you're smiling. You start to stand up, pulling him with you while saying, “okay Joshie lead the way.”

You don’t miss the way his face lights up. He pulls you along to his and Jeonghan’s shared room. He’s grateful to catch the other omega’s scent coming from Seungcheol’s room. He figured he would be there, Jeonghan spends more time there than his own bedroom. And yes, Joshua is selfish enough to want some alone time with you (and maybe have an excuse to have you covered in his scent).

Finally, you both make it to his room. He feels you pause and linger near the door as he begins to rearrange his nest. He knows exactly what you are going to say before the words leave your mouth. “Are you sure you still want me in your nest?”

He deadpans to you for what feels like the millionth time that day and says, “y/n, if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have said anything. Now get your butt in my nest before I carry you there myself.”

Slowly, you approach the side of his bed, unsure of how to enter without messing up his hard work. You don’t miss the hoodie that you thought you lost pushed into the corner closest to his pillow. You run your hands across it before Joshua begins to get impatient and finally tackles you into the nest. As you make contact with the bed, his nose accidentally brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales as much of your scent as he possibly can. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pushing his nose into your gland and scenting you.

Your body stiffens and he pulls back, realizing his mistake. “Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to scent you without asking first.”

He feels relieved when he notices the happy undertones peeking out in your scent. Your body relaxes underneath him and you grin up at him before saying, “do it again.”

Joshua doesn’t waste a single second, immediately burying his face back in your neck. A contented sigh leaves your mouth, and god, he would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. You don’t leave him much time to dwell on it though, because you’re suddenly pushing him onto the bed and scenting him like your life depends on it.

He can’t help but giggle as your hair tickles his face and neck. “I guess you’re feeling better?”

You nod into his neck before pulling away to look at him and say, “it's still not ice cream but I’ll take it.”

Joshua is one step ahead of you though, he’s got DoorDash pulled up on his phone already and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in his cart.

#joshua hong #joshua hong x reader #svt #svt x reader #hong jisoo #hong jisoo x reader #svt imagine #joshua hong imagine #hong jisoo imagine #a/b/o #lu writes #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #understand series

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admirationandromantics · 6 months ago

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Fast Paced Introduction

Here you go, another one!! Jesus Christ, the last two days in my inbox have been crazy, so please DON'T expect your stuff too soon, alright? Anyways, enjoy some more Chris, I think that's mainly what's in there, lol. Love him <3

Word count: 1,2k (Unedited)

im gonna be annoying af in ur inbox too since u wanna BLAST MINE HAHA Chris with a reader who's like insanely into him at first sight and is like almost Mike levels of flirting after talking for 5 mins i feel like his brain would fry so fast ( its me i have autism and tell people things within an hour of meeting and have no issue being flat with people HA ) -@nerd-space

“And this is Chris, who I’ve told you about” Emily introduces, and I look curiously up at the big blonde. His hair is messy, definitely not styled after he came out of the shower. A pretty smile spreads on his lips, as he lifts his arm, waiting for me to grab it.

“Nice to meet you” he says, a little dimple on his right chin. Oh god, this man is gorgeous, and Emily didn’t lie about him being my type. His arms are big, probably really muscular under that sweater he’s wearing. I take his hand, making sure not to shake it too hard. His grip is firm, holding just a second too long for my conscience to pick up on it. His watch reflects a little light as he shifts, my eyes going straight to it. A decent one, silver.

“Nice to meet you too, Emily didn’t mention you wore glasses” I say, immediately beating myself up. Glasses? What’s the point of that?

“Oh, um, yeah I do” he gets kinda nervous, and I rush to save myself.

“No, I mean, they look good, like really sexy and all of that. I mean to say that they look good on you, and she mentioned you, just not that and yeah” I babble, and Emily drags me away before I can continue.

“Girl, I’ve never seen you like that” she smiles, an arm around my shoulders.

“That’s because we party together, you only see the sexy and flirtatious me”

“Then get some alcohol into your blood, because if you talk like that again, I might have to leave you”

I gasp dramatically, hand going to my heart.

“You wouldn’t”

“Oh, but I would”

The rest of the night goes better, Mike flirting with absolutely anyone, Matt and Ashley talking, and Sam hanging out with someone I’ve never seen before. My confidence is on top again, finally able to put that awkward episode behind me. It was just a small mistake, nothing wrong at all. Considering how hot he is, anyone could’ve made that mistake. It probably happens to him daily.

He’s standing in a corner with Josh, who I’ve luckily met before, so starting a conversation wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. I walk over, keeping myself steady and lifting my boobs. Just a little.

“Hey, Joshy!” I greet, and his arms immediately go around me.

“Eyy, you came! Got a ride with Em, huh?”

“That’s right”

He turns to Chris, who has a small smile plastered on his lips. Oh, and he’s cute too. How many things were going to make me like him even more? Josh looks back and forth from us, and I turn my gaze to him.

“Have you met?”

“Yeah, Emily took the introduction” I explain, taking another sip of my drink.

“She did pretty fine by herself as well” Chris laughs, meeting my eyes. Oh, and he is playful too? He’s got no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

“Well, can’t help myself when he’s exactly my type” I comment, his cheeks reddening. Josh takes a small step back, looking over the blonde.

“You know what, I hadn’t realised it before, but he is your type”

“I know, right?”

“So why aren’t you two in this corner alone, making something happen?”

“Um, guys, I’m standing right here” Chris interrupts, hand behind his neck as he tries to form the words.

“Oh, we’re aware” Josh laughs, nudging my arm and taking a few steps away.

“Can I get you two anything to drink? A glass for the lady, a beer for my bro?”

“Yes, please!”

“I’ll be back in a bit!”

I turn to Chris again, seeing that he’s put down the previous beer. It’s probably empty. I can’t help my stare, eyes going over his arms and fingers.

“So” I begin, ripping myself from my trance. “How’s the night going?”

“Well, pretty good so far, it’s a bit hot here though” he says, finger going to the hem of the neck, letting some air in.

“You know, you could just take it off” I propose, making sure to add a slight suggestive tone.

“Oh, I wish, but I don’t have anything underneath”

“Even better”

His eyes widen, and I realise the gravity of my words again. Wow, how this man makes me fail, I’m usually quite good with words. I give him my glass, which he holds, and start working on his arms. I drag his sweater up, noticing the muscles and veins popping as I do. He’s right, he’s very warm. His skin is burning up, making me want to take off my clothes and snuggle up to him. I do the same with his other arm, all whilst he holds my drink.

“There you go, a bit better?”

“Very much, yeah” he smiles, cheeks still bright pink. I think about the way I’ve been behaving, getting to touch and talk to him the way I have. I need to ask the essential question.

“So, I should probably ask, do you have a girlfriend?”

“I would have to say no”

My eyes widen. He doesn’t? How hasn't this gorgeous man been caught yet?

“What, how come?”

“I guess it’s just not in the cards”

“You’ve got to be kidding, right? You’re a hot piece of meat, I’m struggling keeping my clothes on where I stand right now”

He laughs a little, hand coming up to cover his flushed face. I reach up, taking it away.

“No, stop, don’t cover yourself. I love you looking like this”

He stops laughing, our faces closing in as his eyes flutter. Oh gosh, he actually is the cutest man I’ve ever seen in my life. His mouth slightly opens as he’s closing in.

“In the middle of all of this, I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are” he whispers, thumb caressing my cheek as we draw nearer.

“Well, judging by how I see you, it bodies me well that you find me attractive”

He takes hold of my waist, quickly turning us around and making my back slam into the wall. Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine, roughly caressing and eating. He knows how to kiss too? This man is a fidget of my imagination, I just know it.

His hands wander to my waist, resting on my upper hips. I take hold of the back of his neck, nails carefully scratching, making him moan into the kiss. My other hand goes to his sweater, pulling him closer into me.

“If you’re gonna go for it, get a room, don’t make everyone watch” Josh suddenly says. And we both turn our attention to him. He’s standing there like a lost dog, a couple of drinks in each hand. I take a breath, fixing my hair quickly and reaching over to grab mine.

“Don’t worry Joshua, and thank you for the drink”

“Um, yeah, we were just trying something”

Josh smirks, eyebrows lowered in a sly manner as he leans back.

“Yeah man, that’s why her lipstick is smeared across your lips and neck” Oh shit, I went for his neck and I didn’t even notice? Maybe I’ve had a couple too many of these. I look down on the red drink, some different liquids mixed. Oh, fuck it. I drink the whole thing in one go, before grabbing Chris’s hand and walking further down the hallway. He turns a little to give Josh a wave.

“As I said, just trying something!”

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oddsconvert · 9 months ago

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I really wanna see Joshy being forced to stay awake for days. He gets so desperate to sleep that he even sweet talks Felix, ya know, desperate times.

Exhaustion clings to Josh like a leech. It feeds off his vigour and drains away any remnant of lucidity. He teeters on the edge of collapse; his body totally spent and mind shrouded in fog. Just as his heavy eyelids flutter shut for what must be the millionth time, a shock of electricity winds around his throat like a serpent, jolting him awake with a warbled cry. Josh’s hands fly to his throat, tingling and near-numb fingers scratch and desperately rip at the collar strapped to his neck. He chokes on a silent scream as hot-pain streams through his veins.

“Eyes on me,” Felix orders with a sickly-sweet grin, he fidgets with the shock collar remote in his palm before pocketing it. “Oh, am I boring you, darling?”

Josh can barely see Felix through the tears brimming his bloodshot eyes. His jittering body slumps and his head lolls against his chest, drool slipping from his lips.

“Please -” Josh croaks, his voice coarse like sandpaper. He gulps down a sob. “Please - I - I can’t-”

-can't stand to stay awake for a second longer. Countless days and sleepless nights have blurred and bled into one waking nightmare. Josh can't remember when he was last allowed to simply fall into the sweet surrender of sleep, nor can he remember how it feels to just let his eyes slip shut and his brain switch off - his only true escape from Felix.

It had never occurred to him that sleep was a luxury that he could have denied…

“You can. You will. Remember this is your choice, my sweet. Not mine.”

What’s left of Josh’s mind races. It doesn’t make a lick of sense. He isn’t afforded choice, that was a long-learned lesson, taught through blood, sweat and tears. If he had the freedom of choice, he wouldn’t be here, huddled in the corner - fatigue eating away at him. The other night, when Josh begged Felix through breathless, hiccupping sobs that he didn’t want to sleep with Felix, he couldn’t sleep with Felix, he was terrified of the thought of going to bed and what that would bring…did he have a choice then?

Josh’s eyes suddenly and uncontrollably roll into the back of his head, his body growing limp once again. Felix clicks his fingers against the bridge of Josh’s nose to snap him back. Josh groans in weary frustration.

“If - If you… llloved me, you’d let me sl-sleep-” Josh mumbles without a thought to the words leaving his lips. He doesn’t clock the way Felix sees red in that moment, steam nearly blowing out his ears.

“Stop that,” Felix snarls. Fists clenched tight. “What have we talked about, Josh? About you manipulating me-”

How is it that Josh always winds up the villain and never the victim? His attempts at survival and bids for peace deemed calculated and cunning? If he had the wherewithal, maybe he’d think of his mum saying it’s like “the pot calling the kettle black” and snicker to himself… instead he blinks blankly and at a snail's pace.

“You know the deal,” Felix chastises, “It’s quite simple, really. Nearly as simple as you-”

That hits Josh like a blow. Like a sucker punch to the gut. He slumps further against the wall, his head rolling back as if his neck were made of lead.

“You sleep with me, or not at all. It’s your choice, baby. Deprive yourself into a slow madness… or just let me hold you through the night.”

Josh knows. He’s not the fucking idiot Felix makes him out to be. He knows deep down that he’ll never win the battle of the wills - not against Felix. He’s grasping onto consciousness by a string: his eyes feel like acid has been poured into them - his body feels like it might crumble to dust. Josh has to give Felix what he wants, to get what he needs. It’s a transaction. Nothing more. That’s what he’ll tell himself.

A memory foam mattress. Warm blankets. A night’s sleep. Is it worth it?

He forces himself onto all fours, even as his muscles scream and throb in protest. He crawls across the filthy floor until he reaches Felix and crumbles at Felix’s feet. His pounding head rests against Felix’s leg and he dares to close his eyes. A chesty sigh stretches into a yawn.

“I-I’m sorry…for-for playing up…” Josh mutters miserably. “I-I don’t know what came over me - I don’t know why I do this, I just -....take me to bed? Please?” He blinks up at Felix, batting his long but tear-drenched lashes.

Felix hums, carding his hand through Josh’s locks of hair, “Change of heart, my beautiful boy?”

Josh nods, but it just makes his nausea increase ten-fold. “I - I want to sleep…with you. In our bed. I wa-want you to hold me…through the night.”

For a second, Josh thinks that maybe Felix is right - he might be manipulative. He’ll say whatever he has to, to get whatever he wants. He’s playing Felix like a fiddle and he prays it’s working. Josh pulls himself to his knees, his eyes shining at Felix and his hands together in supplication.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be so good. I’ll be…complaisant-”

“Complaisant?” Felix purrs, and he palms himself through his trousers. Josh has to fight back bile. But this is the price he has to pay. “You better not be teasing me, baby.”

“You’re too good to me,” Josh sniffles, “Too patient. I don’t deserve it-”

“No. You do not.”

Felix scoops Josh up into a bridal carry, as though he’s as light as a feather. It makes him feel so impossibly small and frail. The sudden swooping motion makes his stomach churn and the world twist.

“And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

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sleepyhutcherson · 1 year ago

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Can I possibly get josh futterman fem!reader fic where he meets a clumsy girl at his front door and he finds out she helps his dad with golfing and he left his clubs or whatever and hes like instantly infatuated with her?? Maybe just josh being hopelessly in love ?? ❤️

i play golf… on the wii

masterlist

pairing: josh futturman x fem!reader

summary: you show up at the futturman’s home to drop of mr. futturman’s clubs that he left behind but you’re met with their son who you’ve never met before.

word count: 0.9k

tags: first time meeting, no use of y/n, lovesick!josh, reader is wearing a skirt, playful banter, fluff, reader helps josh’s dad with golf.

author’s note: i used to love wii sports so much so. hope you enjoy this anon, sorry i took so long on your requests but i hope this was what you wanted ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) also huge thanks to @stop-talking for giving me the wii idea <3

You knock on the wooden door holding Mr. Futturman’s clubs that he left behind this morning. You wait patiently for either of the Futturman’s to open the door—that is if they were home. You hoped they were, this was the only time of the day you could drop them off. When the front door opens you’re met with a young man in grey sweatpants, his dark brown hair sticking slightly to his forehead—what the fuck had he doing? You notice then a game controller in his hand and a pair of headphones resting on his head. Oh. People really sweat over games?

“Joshy”, as the Futturman’s referred to him, was apparently not a fifteen-year-old boy as they made him seem whenever they spoke about their son. Joshy’s—Josh’s eyes widen when he sees you, mouth slightly hanging open, completely dumbfounded by you. He reaches up his mic, “uh, I got to go, sorry.” He apologises before turning off his headphones and pulling them off, some of his hair sticking up at the motion.

“Hi,” you greet with a kind smile. You hold up his father’s clubs, “er, your dad left his clubs this morning…he asked me to drop them off.” you glance back to the driveway noticing their car was missing. Fuck.

“He just stepped out with my mom,” Josh says, scratching the back of his head, his sleeve rolling up slightly allowing you to catch a glance of his biceps, the single view quickening your heart. “I’m Josh by the way.” He offers a small wave that you can’t help but find just a little adorable.

“Yeah, I know,” you say with a shy smile. Josh practically melts at the way you smile at him. He takes in your outfit, you’re wearing a pretty white skirt paired with a white Polo shirt. You were still in your golf uniform. Josh could fucking drool right now.

His brows furrow, a small smile curling on his lips. “You do?” He asks, his tone more high pitched than he hoped but you smile anyway.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to contain yourself from smiling too much but clearly you were failing. There was something so lovely about Josh, the way he kept his eyes on you, especially with those lovesick eyes that crinkled at the corners whenever he smiled. “Your dad’s mentioned you, Joshy.” You say with a teasing tone.

Josh’s face flushes pink, eyes going a little wide with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. “Oh, no.” He whines, but lets out a soft chuckle before hiding his face behind his hands. You notice then he’s tucked in his game controller in the pocket of his sweats.

“It’s adorable,” you comment, giggling a little.

His eye peeks out between the gap of his middle and ring finger, his soft brown eye visible. “You’re teasing me aren’t you?” He asks. God, you were smiling like crazy. Your cheeks hurt.

“No, I swear!” You insist, holding your hands up in surrender. You forget about the clubs, too infatuated by Josh, that you let them go accidentally, landing heavily on Josh’s right foot.

An embarrassing sound falls from his lips the moment the clubs land on his sock-covered foot. “Fuck,” he then hisses, covering his mouth with his hand once he takes in the fact that he let out such a sound in front of you.

Yet, oddly enough, you didn’t completely dislike the pathetic sound he made.

“Oh, my God!” You hurry down to pick up the clubs, staggering them back up, keeping a tight grip on them now. “I’m so sorry!” You apologise, mentally scolding yourself for not being more careful.

“It’s okay,” he assures, although he could cry right now. It was almost as bad as stubbing your toe, he thinks. He wipes at his eye while you’re busy keeping them upright, hoping you didn’t notice the way he literally shed a tear. “Uh, here let me get those out of the way,” he moves forward to grab the clubs and at the same time you move them towards his direction causing your hands to brush against each other’s slightly, but it’s enough to make you both turn bright red.

“S-sorry,” You stammer, pulling away first. Josh would’ve let his hands brush against yours for a moment longer, honestly. You feel suddenly overwhelmed by all of this—your palpitating heart that seems to quicken more as you continue your conversation with Josh, your palms are tingling, and you feel incredibly hot. “I, uh, I should go then.”

Josh—now having put his father’s clubs at a side—feels his heart drop. No, he whines mentally. He’s surprised he didn’t let it slip out loud. “You don’t want to stay?” He asks, desperate to keep you just a little longer.

“For what?”

Fuck, for what? Really, for what? Josh suddenly can’t speak English, his words running from him, and he needs to think of a response—an excuse for you to stay. His eyes shift down to the clubs at his side. “You like to golf?”

Your eyes narrow at the sudden question. “Uh, yeah…” you reply, and Josh smiles like a dumb puppy at that. You raise a brow at him, “you…you want to play golf…?”

“Why not?” He answers with a exciting yet silly grin. He so desperately would do anything if it meant you would stay longer. He would endure his toes getting crushed by his dad’s clubs once again if that meant you would stay.

“You play golf?” You ask. Honestly, Josh seemed like the type of person who would have no interest in golf or really, any sports.

He frowns slightly then. Aw. His frown alone drew you towards him, just a bit. It was so cute. “I play golf…” his eyes flicker to the floor then, ashamed, “on the Wii…” he mumbles. You smile at how adorable he was, your heart warming up.

You think for a moment. Josh’s eyes meet yours again, a nervous look in his deep hazel eyes that are just beautiful in the sun. You give in.

“We can play on your Wii then.”

#josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x you #josh futturman fluff #josh futturman smut #josh futturman imagine #future man #future man x reader #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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melpomenelamusa · 1 month ago

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Not a Prince Charming - Chimeras

~Special Chapter~

CW: Mention of panic attack, implied mention of sexual abuse (nothing happens), non-consensual bondage.

A/N: This is Tigri´s bad experience with a boyfriend. This happens after Season One finale.

Kalil was the man Tigri had always dreamed of: tall, with bronzed skin, defined muscles, and a perfectly trimmed beard that framed his full lips and prominent chin just right. He looked like the main character from one of those Turkish soap operas Tigri's mother loved to watch in the afternoons.

They met by chance one day at the university cafeteria, almost as if it were fate.

"Hey, I've seen you around campus. You play basketball, right?"

Tigri was surprised to see someone new talking to him out of nowhere, especially since most students usually avoided him because of how he looked. He glanced at his friend Joshi, who sat across from him at the table still holding his lunch burger. Joshi just shrugged before Tigri turned back to the newcomer.

"Yeah," Tigri replied.

"That's cool!" the new guy said with a smile. "My name’s Kalil."

They started talking and quickly found themselves caught in a lively and pleasant conversation. Kalil was in his final year of business school. He was older than Tigri, into working out, extreme sports, and movies. As time passed, Tigri and Kalil started seeing each other more often, texting and talking regularly, and sometimes going out for drinks or food after classes.

"I think he likes me," Tigri once told Joshi. "And I think I like him too."

"Are you serious, man?" Joshi replied through his earbuds, shooting Tigri a disapproving look from his phone screen. "That guy?"

"So what?" Tigri exclaimed. "He’s super hot, funny, and interesting. And—this is really important—he doesn’t care at all that I’m a chimera. Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to find someone like that? I think the universe finally took pity on me."

Joshi pursed his lips.

"I don’t know, man. No offense, but that’s exactly why I think it’s kind of weird. Maybe it’s the way he came up to you out of nowhere, or the way he looks at you sometimes—it makes me uncomfortable. Call me superstitious, but I have a feeling that guy’s not right. There’s something off about him."

Tigri sighed.

"Joshi, he’s not weird. He just has good taste—unlike most people. Let me enjoy life for once! Kalil is a total snack, and if he wants to be with me, I’m not going to say no."

Now it was Joshi’s turn to sigh.

"Okay, but if he breaks your heart... well, you know where to come crying."

Tigri didn’t want to push his best friend any further, so they ended the call. The truth was that the tiger boy felt a little embarrassed to admit that his infatuation came partly from a deep need for normalcy, something he had felt disconnected from for a while now.

Having someone like you is normal, he thought. That means everything is going back to the way it used to be.

Two months after Tigri and Kalil began dating, the latest suggested they take the next step in their relationship.

He said it one day after class. They had gone out for drinks at a nearby shopping mall and were strolling through a green area near the public bathrooms. Since it was a weekday, the place was fairly deserted, giving them some privacy. At one point, Kalil gently pushed Tigri until he was cornered against the wall of the corridor, leaning in close—just inches from his face.

"I really like you," he said, his breath warm. "I want us to be more than just friends. I want us to do more than just talk and hang out."

Tigri suddenly felt his face flush and his heart race wildly. Even his tail began to swish restlessly behind him, betraying his feelings.

"Yeah, I’d love that," he replied.

Then Kalil kissed him. Tigri felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body as he wrapped his arms around Kalil and kissed him back. The intensity of the moment made him forget everything else around him. Kalil raised a hand and began stroking the inside of one of Tigri’s ears, feeling the soft, delicate skin between his fingers. Tigri couldn’t help letting out a moan at the touch. They broke apart for a moment to catch their breath, then kissed again. Tigri felt Kalil’s tongue trace along his row of fangs—wet and warm.

That night, when the tiger boy got home, he felt more in love than ever.

"You look... cheerful," said Fidi, watching her friend lying on his bed and staring dreamily at the ceiling.

"Well, I’m happy because I have a boyfriend now."

The snake girl raised her eyebrows, and her yellow eyes seemed to grow wider.

"Wow, uh, congrats," was all she said. "I hope it goes well."

Tigri and Kalil kept seeing each other. The attraction between them was obvious—there wasn’t a time they didn’t end up in a corner of the university or a mall bathroom making out. Every one of those moments felt like an adventure to the tiger boy—one that was becoming more thrilling and shameless with each encounter.

Until one day, Kalil invited Tigri over to his place.

"My roomie’s out for the whole weekend. You can come and stay over and... we can spend the night together."

He didn’t need to say it twice. Tigri packed his bag and left immediately to Kalil´s apartment. They bought pizza and beer. They started watching an action movie but ignored it twenty minutes in, too focused on kissing while cuddled on the couch.

Somehow, they ended up in Kalil’s room. Tigri was pushed back onto the bed as the other boy, on top of him, kept kissing and touching him. The tiger boy felt the growing pressure between his legs and his mind spun at the idea of doing it for the first time. I always imagined I’d be the one on top, he thought, but I wouldn’t mind at all if Kalil did me.

Kalil pulled off his shirt and did the same with Tigri’s, running his fiery fingers over the black stripes that marked the other boy’s arms and back like tattoos.

"I have a surprise for you," he said suddenly, pulling away.

Tigri only nodded, dazed, his whole body hot and his head in the clouds.

"Close your eyes."

Tigri closed his eyes.

He felt the shift in weight on the mattress as Kalil got off. He heard him rummaging around, maybe in the closet. Tigri’s imagination was racing. He felt fingers around his wrist, and suddenly something tight closed around it. He opened his eyes and moved his arm, discovering a leather cuff connecting his right wrist to the headboard.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, feeling all the excitement from before begin to die.

A second cuff immediately immobilized his left wrist the same way.

"Hey!"

"I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long," Kalil said with barely contained excitement, visible in the hungry gleam in his eyes. He pulled something out of a drawer and held it up in front of Tigri’s terrified eyes. It was a dog collar, with a golden tag that read “My Love.”

"What the fuck do you want to do with that?" Tigri shouted, struggling against the cuffs. All he could hear was the faint clinking of chains.

"Tigri, come on. It’s just a little roleplay. Don’t you want to make this more interesting?"

"You… you had all this planned?"

"Of course! Tigri, I really, really like you. You drive me crazy. Your eyes, your ears, your tail, your fangs, even your stripes… Damn, man, they turn me on so much. I’ve imagined you calling me ‘Master’ for so long."

Tigri felt a knot form in his stomach.

"Kalil," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Please let me go. I’m not comfortable with this."

It was more than discomfort—Tigri felt like a panic attack could hit at any moment, and that would be truly awful.

"Come on, babe, don’t ruin the fun. You’re a chimera child; how can you not be into this? Don’t you want to play pet? I promise I’ll be good..."

Before Tigri could protest, Kalil pulled out a second item from the drawer: a black rubber ballgag. Tigri recognized it instantly—and panic overtook him

“No, please, don’t do it, Kalil, no, I don’t want this, please, let me go!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Kalil said softly, as he held Tigri’s face and forced the ballgag between his teeth.

“No, no, plea—Aphmnh!”

Tigri began to tremble as terrible memories flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he felt so exposed, vulnerable, in danger. His long tail instinctively curled between his legs.

“Aren’t you adorable?” Kalil said, stroking Tigri’s hair and ears the way someone would pet their animal. “I’m going to finish up a few things. I won’t be long.”

Kalil stood and walked into the bathroom, leaving Tigri alone, struggling and screaming.

“And well, that’s why I broke up with Kalil.”

Fidi, Elafi, and Joshi stared at the tiger boy in horror. The four of them had met up at a near ice cream shop, and their nearly melted sorbets sat forgotten on the table, victims of the full attention they’d given their friend’s story.

“But he didn’t…?” Fidi began nervously. “He didn’t…?”

“No,” Tigri replied. “He… maybe he’s a pervy furry, but thankfully he’s not a rapist. When he came out of the bathroom and saw me… um, crying and having a panic attack, he let me go.”

“I always knew something was off about that guy,” Joshi added, stirring his now liquid banana split with his spoon. “But I didn’t imagine it would be… something like that.”

“I’m so sorry, Tigri,” Elafi said softly.

Tigri sighed.

“I’m sorry too. I thought I’d found someone who would love me no matter who I am, but… that wasn’t what I was looking for.”

“Hate to say it, man,” Joshi chimed in, “but… maybe you should try looking for a partner who’s also a chimera. I mean, anthro-type people… they can be dangerous or just not the right fit.”

Tigri’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Where am I supposed to find another gay chimera in this city who’s also handsome, interesting, and not secretly some kind of psycho?”

“I know you’ll find the right person eventually,” Fidi said, patting his arm.

Suddenly, a face flashed in Tigri’s memory like the ghost of a shadow: a boy with sleek black hair, chocolate eyes, and scars on his face. His heart filled with sadness and guilt.

“Yeah… I hope so…”

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changelingsandothernonsense · 2 months ago

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Wip Whenever

Tagged by @skyrim-forever and @sulphuricgrin thanks for sticking with me. tagging @vehksfingerguns @firefly-factory @moriche for no pressure things.

I've been up and down a lot lately health wise so writing and painting has been difficult, but I decided I wanted to share both Joshi's half done tattoos and a snippet between him and Erra that I wrote a few months ago and haven't shared.

He's getting there. I'm really liking this portrait so far.

Writing under the cut since i'm shoving in 2000 words because I just really wanted to share this scene. I understand if its too much to tackle.

“I see Nanaya’s taken a shine to you, Agent.”

Teldryn jumped, almost falling off his seat at the sudden appearance of his guide. He had thought the mer was still fast asleep. Or he had been, last he checked…how long ago was that now? He had no idea.

Gods his chest hurt.

Erra folded his arms and leaned against the table Teldryn had been sitting at. He looked better, though incredibly tired. The colour had returned to his cheeks at least. He’d pulled his hair into a low, messy tail at the base of his neck, the hair, though knotted, rested over his shoulder. He’d clearly just woken up then. For a moment, Teldryn worried that he’d been too loud. He hadn’t recalled making any noise, but he tended to hum if he was busy.

Then he noticed Erra eyeing the plate full of sweets between them. He hadn’t recalled the mer eating much in the last few days…

“I mean if your sister-in-law wants to keep making me this ‘chak’ stuffthen I won’t complain,” Teldryn smiled a little as he pushed the plate a little closer towards his guide, “You want one?”

Erra nodded, reaching for a handful of the sticky treats and shovelling them into his mouth, “Thank you, I am starving!”

Teldryn looked up at him, his hands resting on the table, “When was the last time you kept something down, anyway?”

Erra shrugged, swallowing his food before answering him, “I do not quite remember, maybe before we left Maar Gan. I do not recall if we stopped on the way?”

Teldryn leaned back a little, raising his eyebrows, “Yeah, that’s three days, Erra. I—”

He shook his head and held his hand up, Teldryn took it as a sign to shut his damn mouth. Erra sighed and rubbed at his temple, “I apologise, I did not intend for this to happen. I know that you are on a tight schedule and I—”

“Aye, I don’t think you control whatever that was, yeah?” Teldryn interrupted, the last thing he wanted was to have his guide apologising to him over something that Teldryn most likely caused, “If anything, I should be apologising to you.”

“You have already apologised to me,” Erra stated flatly. He tilted his head and folded his arms, “It is not because of you that I had an attack… well, not just you.”

Teldryn swallowed, reached for the bottle of matze he’d taken from his pack earlier and took a sip. He was confused, nervous, unsure…being out of his element like this was doing a number on his anxieties.

“But I contributed to it, yeah?” Teldryn asked, his voice cracking again, “I’m apologising for that. I ah…”

“I told you that this was all…complicated?” Erra sighed, looking away from him, “I do not return here often, and such reunions are… Wobbly?” He raised his eyebrow at Teldryn and rocked his hand from side to side.

“Awkward?” Teldryn added.

“Yes, that is it,” Erra smiled, their eyes finally meeting again, “It is awkward to come back here.”

“Things seem okay between you an your brother, though?” Teldryn mused as he took another sip of matze, “I mean I don’t know what you’re saying but it didn’t seem too hostile?”

“It is not my brother or his wife that I have conflict with, agent,” Erra sighed, “There are others who would not be— pleased to see me.”

“Is that why we skirted the camp when we arrived?” Teldryn asked, placing the now emptied bottle on the far corner of the table.

Erra nodded, “I was not quite prepared to introduce you officially to the tribe. It is—”

“You could barely speak, Erra,” Teldryn interrupted, leaning back in his seat, “I get it.”

Erra exhaled and reached over for the plate of sweets again, “I do not make it a habit to leave my clients alone for so long.”

Teldryn shook his head, “How about we call it even, aye? Besides, I’ve been fine keeping myself occupied.”

Erra’s gaze switched to the mess of papers, scrawlings and charts that covered the table he was resting on, his eyes widening a little, “I can see that. What is it, if you do not mind my ah…”

Teldryn smiled and reached for the charcoal rubbing he’d made of the tablet, “I’m copying down stuff from this.”

Erra reached for the rubbing, his eyes darting from one side of the image to the other, “There are scribbles on it.”

Teldryn nodded, standing so that he could better explain what he was doing to his guide, “See how it’s all in lines, yeah?”

Erra nodded, his eyes following Teldryn’s finger as he pointed at the more visible lines of Aldmeris, “The scribbles are organised?”

Teldryn blew a shock of air through his nose in an attempt to stifle laughter. He nodded at Erra, a wide smile still spread across his face as he noticed the other mer blush. He hadn’t expected to be detailing his research to his guide but the prospect of sharing what he’d found out excited him. He figured indulging his own excitement might be okay.

“See the top line here?” Teldryn pointed to the first line of text at the very top of the rubbing, “And then that one underneath it?” He pointed to the next line, watching as Erra’s attention moved as he directed, “These are two different writing systems that say the same thing… I think.”

Erra furrowed his brow, “Why would you need two writings to say the same thing?”

“Two separate languages, sera,” He explained, tapping the top of the page again, “See this more flowy one up here?”

Erra nodded, his gaze focused on Teldryn’s finger.

“I know what these letters say, yeah?” Teldryn grinned, moving his finger down to the more geometric symbols that sat underneath the Aldmeris, “But no one can read these more square ones. I’m hoping that I can prove that the bottom line is a Dwemeri translation of the top line. We already know that they started writing in Aldmeris as their empire declined. Wouldn’t surprise me if there were like documents and stuff written in both.”

“So, you’re copying down the one you can read?” Erra asked, his voice a little soft.

He nodded, “Yeah, then I copy the Dwemeris underneath an try to find letter matches. It’s not a one-for-one, if it was I’m sure someone would’ve figured it out ages ago.”

“So that is what all these notes and drawings are?” Erra asked, pointing at the pile of papers to Teldryn’s immediate right. He nodded and reached for the page he’d just been scribbling on.

“I think I’ve managed to find a letter S,” Teldryn grinned, tapping the paper in his hand, “It doesn’t come up much but I’m seeing it repeated consistently enough to draw a conclusion, I think. Though I also think maybe it’s making a Z sound. I don’t know…”

“You also drew a scrib…” Erra smiled.

Teldryn felt his cheeks grow a little hot as he glanced back down at the page, a small doodle of a scrib eating a flowed sat in the corner, “I ah… Helps me think.”

He quickly put the paper to the side, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He was embarrassed by it, some childish thing that he’d never quite grown out of. Drawing helped get his thoughts out, he just found that he could better break a cypher if he drew a small mushroom at the bottom of the page or whatever.

“It is cute,” Erra smiled, “Writing is not something that is common here. I did not learn it until I had moved west.”

“I think Hassour mentioned something about you guys not really being into it,” Teldryn mumbled, reaching for one of the last chaks in the bowl, “So what made you learn?”

Erra sighed as he readjusted his position so that he was sitting on the table’s corner, “You cannot sell your services as a guide to outsiders if you cannot formally ask for payment it seems. One’s word is not binding.”

Teldryn sighed before taking a bit of his dessert, “I suppose that makes sense.”

“It is not as if we do not write,” Erra explained, placing his hands on the table as he leaned back a little, “it is just that why we write and who is taught how to is a little different.”

“You mean Ashlanders don’t keep meticulous records of public latrine usage hour to hour?” Teldryn joked.

Erra chuckled and shook his head, “No, but sometimes I think that might be a useful reason to write. No, writing amongst Ashlanders is usually restricted to seers. They write upon chitin and throw it in the hearth to ask questions of the ancestors.”

“You use it for magic?” Teldryn asked, folding his arms. He noticed that his splint was feeling a little loose, and he moved to tighten the knot in his bandage.

Erra nodded, “Magic is done differently than how you have been taught. It is more—” Erra exhaled sharply and bit down on his lip, “I do not know the word, but it is how we worship our ancestors.”

“I wouldn’t say I was taught all that much,” Teldryn scoffed, “So writing an magic are religious things?”

“They are one and the same, yes.” Erra sighed, his shoulders relaxing a little.

“So, you guys don’t use it in battle or—”

“That, Agent is where it gets a little complicated,” Erra smiled, his gaze falling to the floor, “Those who have magic belong to our seer casts. A small group of these seers are what your settled people call ‘battle mages’ but they still revere the ancestors before battle in a way that is proper.”

Teldryn nodded, “So it's stratified?”

“Stratified?” Erra furrowed his brow in confusion, “I do not—”

“I mean like it’s grouped,” Teldryn clarified, “So your mages do only mage things an—”

“Yes,” Erra nodded, “In a way, certain clans do certain jobs within a camp. My clan are seers and warriors.”

“So, you’d have experience with writing then?” He asked, raising his brow.

Erra waved his hand from side to side again, “Somewhat. I was trained as a warrior, my brother was trained as both since his magic flows freely. Mine requires that I use enchantments.”

“Flow freely?” Teldryn asked, “Haven’t heard that term used to describe magic users.”

“I think it is not a problem outside Ashclans,” Erra sighed, “We have…made it so that free-flowing magic is more common amongst the women in our clans. Warriors who are born with free magic we only teach ash magic that— ah it is not important.”

Teldryn took in a deep breath, obviously, Erra was trying to fill him in on custom as Cosades had instructed. A part of him had forgotten that Erra was here on business, “So how would I conduct myself about camp? Since I’m a mage with a prick.”

Erra looked a little taken aback by his language and he realised he was being a little forward. He sighed and shook his head, “I mean with all this hospitality stuff, I don’t know shit about it.”

“Clan restrictions should not apply to you,” Erra replied with a heavy sigh, “You are not a part of the tribe, so these restrictions are not of your concern. Well, not until you are named clanfriend at the very least.”

“Clanfriend?” Teldryn tilted his head, “What’s that?”

Erra sighed, “It means what you think it means. You would be allowed to move freely within the clan, but you would also be subject to our laws and customs just as any full member would.”

Teldryn nodded, his shoulders tensing a little, “So…?”

“It will not matter unless you can speak with the Ashkhan,” Erra continued, “And you cannot have an audience with my uncle without first getting permission from his Gulakhan.”

“Uncle?” Teldryn smirked at the mer, “The Ashkhan’s your uncle?”

Erra groaned and rolled his eyes, “Great Uncle, to be more precise.”

Teldryn relaxed his shoulders again and leaned backwards in his chair, his hands clasping behind his head, “So what does that make you then?”

“Nothing!” Erra clipped back as he got to his feet, his hands balled into fists by his side, “Forgive me, I must go speak with my brother. Can we speak again once I am… a little more rested, Agent?”

Teldryn swallowed, his heart sinking at his guide’s sudden change of tone. He hung his head and nodded, letting Erra slip away and leaving him alone in their silent tent. The winds of the ashlands lightly lapped at the surrounding canvas that he had learned was brimming with sound-dampening enchantments and wards.

He had been enjoying his conversation with his guide, though it was obvious that, just like before when they were travelling the ashwastes, Erra was keeping details from him. He wondered just what it was that put his guide so on edge. He had let slip that his relationship with his clan was complicated and Teldryn drew the conclusion that whatever bad blood had passed between Erra and the clan was none of his business. He was no stranger to the complexities of navigating one’s own blood. It was not his favourite topic to discuss either.

Teldryn had resolved to keep his mouth shut on the matter. He would do his best to follow Erra’s instructions, gather the information he needed, write his dumb reports for Cosades and then go from there.

Ideally, he’d like to be rid of this Nerevarine business as soon as possible. He was still finding Cosades’ revelations to be laughable. The notion that he, of all people, would fit the constraints of the Nerevarine prophecies was fucking ridiculous! The fact that this was even being entertained was fucking stupid!

And yet had the Emperor not hallucinated Teldryn’s face in a dream, he might still be wasting away in his cell in the Bastion. It was stupid, there was no doubting that but that same stupidity was why he had some modicum of freedom.

Teldryn groaned and reached for his cigarette tin, he’d go outside and try to clear his head. Forget that he was essentially spying for the fucking Empire for five fucking minutes.

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beneaththetangles · 5 months ago

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On this week’s corner, romance blossoms in a bike shop, Gabriel and the Guardians gets its start, Your Forma relationships begin to form, and much, much more! Check out our reviews of new and recent manga, manhwa, and light novel releases below!

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Gabriel and the Guardians Introductory Issue • The Ice Guy and the Cool Girl (Vol. 8) • Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (Vol. 5) • The Person I Loved Asked Me to Die in My Sister’s Stead (Vol. 1) • Takahashi from the Bike Shop (Vol. 1) • With You, Our Love Will Make It Through (Vol. 1) • Your Forma (Vol. 2)

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earthlysorrows · 2 years ago

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Double the Trouble

Happy Halloween horn dogs! Enjoy my fucked up mind, please keep in mind the topic of this fic is dark in nature. If the Scream movies are not your taste please do not read this fic as it is very heavily based on the original and depicts graphic scenes.

Word count: 10k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Murder, gore, mild injury to reader, twin lane serial killers, knife play, foreign object penetration, breath play, overstimulation, oral m!receiving, fingering, animal/prey play, threesome, bondage, dirty talking, crude language, wrap it before you tap it and don’t date or glorify murderers. EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS CONSENSUAL, I DO NOT FUCK AROUND WITH THAT SHIT.

Thank you to @gretavanfleetposts for reading over this massive fic for me, and for @gretasmokerising and @mamavanheat for giving me so much encouragement and love.

Photo Credit: Jake edit made by joshsrhinestone on TikTok. Josh edit made by sammies_fav_zucchini on TikTok. Final product made by me.

“Yet another murder has been reported in Woodsboro, bringing the total count up to ten victims taken by this sick and twisted individual.” The reporter was visibly shaking as she held the microphone closer to her face.

“At this point forward there is a strict curfew of 7pm within the town of Woodsboro. Anyone out after that curfew will be subject to fines and questioning by police.” You reached for the remote and clicked the channel away, the sound of a chef screaming in a kitchen replaced the reporter's worries.

“How in the hell is a curfew going to stop this psycho?” Your hands frantically reached out to your side. “I highly doubt this guy is going to think to himself… Oh shit! Everyone is at home alone… but it’s after seven, guess I can’t sneak into their house and kill them now!”

“Assuming it’s a guy? A little sexist don’t we think?” Your boyfriend's comment resulted in a nice hard slap against his shoulder.

“Josh, you know what I meant. Don’t turn this into one of your uncalled for jokes.” You took a breath at an attempt to calm your worries.

“My parents are out of town, if everyone follows this stupid curfew I am going to be alone, Josh. I don’t want to be alone. I should have fucking done classes for fall semester.”

Josh placed his hand on your lap, running small circles across your thigh. Just his touch alone was able to calm your worries. He had a way of making you feel secure. Whenever his arms would wrap around you the worries of the world would melt away. Yes, he would make light of situations he shouldn’t but that was how he coped.

“Well let me give you an idea then.” He stroked his chin as if conjuring a plan, yet he had already thought of it. “A party.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows sank downwards at his proposition. “Do tell me how a party is the solution?” you teased, rolling your eyes at the thought.

Josh repositioned one of his legs underneath the other, the top leg resting off the couch and firmly planted on the ground. He leaned forward across a light brown pillow embroidered with small pumpkins to place his hands on top of your thigh.

“Reason uno.” He pressed his index fingers further against your leg, creating a small divot in your skin. “There would be so many pairs of eyes at a party, wouldn’t you think someone would spot the killer before anything could happen?”

You nodded in agreement. “The more eyes the better, I guess.”

“Reason deux.” His middle finger pushed into your thigh alongside the index. “If we are upstairs,” his voice grew quieter despite the two of you being alone, “he's going to have to get through a lot of people before getting to us…”

“Now Joshy…” you giggled out, “Tell me why we would be upstairs by ourselves.” There was a lack of control to your motions as you leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His smile widened right before he granted you a kiss in return. “I can’t give away all of my plans now can I? It would ruin all of the fun…”

The warmth of his plump lips abandoned your mouth to grace the skin of your neck with their presence. Every single peck was gentle as it caressed you, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

“And reason three.” He whispered against your skin. “Just for the big ol fuck you to the police department for coming up with such a idiotic solution to this pest.”

He was too addicted and you needed more, so you let your head tilt to the side in a motion of encouragement. “Hmm… the third one might be my favorite reason,” you teased.

It was sudden but Josh grabbed at his heart, pulling away with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. “I personally thought option deux was the fan favorite. I guess I overestimated you.”

“Or maybe. Just maybe, you’ve overestimated yourself.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to stiffen the giggle threatening its escape.

“Oh that’s it!” He laughed out, standing up to pounce, but you were quick and got to your feet first.

There was an indisputable urge to yelp as you ran away from him and headed straight up the stairs. The wooden handrail granted you speed boosts as you used it to lurch you forward. Your heart was pounding, and knowing he was just steps behind you unlocked a thrill you hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling just yet.

Once you reached the door to his bedroom, you tried to slam it shut behind you but it was all in good effort because you were grappled into a hug by Josh when he inevitably caught up to you first. In one jumping motion the two of you were sent straight down against the mattress.

“Oh Honey… if you do come into contact with the killer. Please oh please don’t run up those stairs again.” His tongue slowly clicked behind his front two teeth. “Rookie mistake.”

“Josh, sometimes I think you really take me for an idiot. If I’m anywhere near the killer I’m running right out the front door and up the street.” You were pinned down to the mattress now, Josh hovering over you with a devious grin.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re smarter than that,” he dipped down to suck in the skin of your neck, leaving behind an instantaneous purple bruise that he nipped at softly on its way from his lips.

The hum you released was admittedly a tad bit louder than expected, but very welcomed by Josh as he worked his way down to craft a beautiful purple dotted trail across your collarbone.

As he lowered down further the ends of his curly locks tickled against your neck. Up wafted the refreshing scent of patchouli, a scent you had grown to associate with him. If you were blindfolded and forced to guess who was your boyfriend, you’d know in a heartbeat by smell alone.

Now if you could feel, you’d know by his head of hair. When the two of you first met his dark brown hair was shaggy and draped across his forehead with ease. But as most do, he evolved since then. Now, he sported sides that were trimmed against the scalp, yet the top and back of his head were filled with luscious curls. At first you weren’t sure if you’d love it as much as you did now.

Your hand ran through those voluminous locks, pulling them forward at an attempt to bring him back up for a kiss your lips were oh so desperately craving. You dare say you were ravenous.

The creak outside in the hallway drew your eyes over to the crack in his bedroom door. Anxiety swirled within your chest as the footsteps grew in volume as they approached.

That was until you realized it was simply Jake walking past the door, not even bothering to peer inside at what he knew was taking place in his brother's room.

Although they were twins they were nothing alike both physically and mentally. Jake was more broody, silent and had much longer locks than his brother. His silence also drew you in more than you’d care to admit.

You thought the two of you were in the clear, especially since Josh was pulling your bralette to the side to fully admire your breasts with his lips. His hand grabbed the breast furthest from his mouth, digging his thumbs into the skin as if claiming you for himself. The warmth of his tongue flipping against your aroused nipple sent a loud huff into the otherwise silent room, and suddenly those footsteps from the hallway re-emerged.

Jake’s caramel brown eyes met with yours from the crack in the door, his bottom lip tucked behind his front two teeth. All he did was lean up against the wall and not once did he attempt to break eye contact with you as his brother continued to worship your breasts.

God he was so smug about it too, with an eyebrow raised up higher the longer the eye contact lasted. You wanted to look away, you truly did. For fuck sake that was your boyfriend's twin actively staring at you being pleasured, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You were in love with Josh, you truly were, but there are just some things in life where knowing you can never have it, only makes you want it more.

Jake must have had enough of the show because he pushed himself off of the wall and walked away again. Only this time he didn’t return, leaving you with Josh’s mouth exploring every inch of your body.

With the regulations still in place you were genuinely surprised with how well the party planning all came together without word of it getting out to authority figures. Slowly over the course of a few days everyone invited to the party got one or two things from the store to bring with them. Because let’s be honest, being a college aged adult buying a keg from the store may come off as a tad suspicious.

Two more people had lost their lives to the Woodsboro killer, and once again the officials had no lead on who it may be. What did the town do to help prevent it? Nothing. No extra security, no twenty four hour surveillance. Just honing in on the curfew which seemed to be working so well.

Word spread a lot quicker than you imagined but nonetheless, as Josh pointed out, the more eyes the better. “I think this is a bit too much,” you sheepishly spoke from the top of the stairs, knowing Josh was around the corner at the bottom.

“Now I just need to see your outfit more,” Josh teased, adjusting his neon orange costume as he waited for you to come down the steps.

You ascended down the stairs as gracefully as you possibly could but needed to stop every other step to adjust the bottom of your tight navy blue dress that stopped only a few inches past your hips.

A black belt sat across your waistline, with handcuffs hanging down and jingling with each step taken. The outfit luckily had a built in push up bra as the low cut v-neckline exposed part of your breast regardless. On one side of your breasts sat a silver police badge.

The cap and aviators you wore had to have been your favorite part of the whole outfit even though you knew they wouldn’t last long after a few rounds of alcohol were in your system.

Your least favorite part was Josh’s idea. Over your legs sat fishnet tights, hugging your skin and completely void of purpose beyond sex appeal. You will admit, the look of lust Josh gave you as you rounded the corner was well worth the hassle of figuring out how to slide them up your legs.

Your fingers found the brim of the hat, pulling it down gently as a subtle hello to your prisoner all dressed up for you. “How do I look?”

“Tantalizing.” He huffed, reaching for your hips only for you to swat him away.

“People will be here any second Joshua, control yourself.” In opposition to your words, a wild grin grew against your teeth at the thought of how desirable you were to him right now.

You made some finishing touches around your home until the doorbell rang for the first time. In all honesty, the high bitches beeping made your soul leave your body but Josh was quick to remind you it was just the guests starting to pile in.

Everyone seemed so happy and carefree as one by one they made themselves at home within your house. Everyone had either a white claw or a red solo cup in their hand as they danced carelessly to the playlist you had curated for the event.

Your dad was a bit of a film buff, and in return insisted on installing surround sound to get “the best experience possible” but this also benefited you since now the music was booming from every single corner of the home. The heat was thick in your chest as you danced up against Josh, letting your ass glide teasingly across his thighs.

As you lost yourself in the moment, you were forcefully yanked back into reality when you saw it. A black cloak with long tendrils flowing from the arms. The hood was up and over the back of the head, leading into a pure white mask with an elongated open mouth. You had seen that outfit before, it was the outfit the killer had been suspected of wearing.

Panicked, they walked closer to you although no one seemed to be wise to what was occurring. That was until the person promptly lifted up their mask, a wide smile on their face as they gulped down some alcohol they picked up from your side table.

Frantically you looked around, realizing that not one, but at least five people were all wearing the same outfit. A sick choice in your own opinion but you knew why it was a choice nonetheless. After all, you were the one hosting a party during strict curfew in place because people were being brutally murdered.

It all seemed to go back to normal once you felt Josh’s hands playing with your sides as they slowly moved back and forth against the costume.

“Hey! Where do you guys keep the coke? I’m really craving a rum and Coke right now,” your childhood friend, Lisa, questioned from your side, and in response you simply pointed towards the door leading to your garage.

She made her way, rather clumsily, through the kitchen and into the garage where the second fridge lived. After swinging the door open, she promptly found the famous red coke can she had been craving so desperately.

Her senses were weakened by the deadly mixture of alcohol and loud music, and she failed to hear the click of boots walking up rather hastily behind her.

Lisa felt a tap upon her shoulder, and jumped before turning around to see a man in a black cloak standing a bit too close for comfort.

“Andy, knock that off. I can’t believe you even wore that in the first pla—“ her words were interrupted by the metallic taste of a buck 120 hunting knife being sent straight back into her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the masked man who was very much not Andy.

Lisa let out a few coughs as she tried to breathe, but all the masked man did was twist the knife until the blood seeped from her lips and across the coke can. What a wonderful color match it was.

Her body fell limp to the floor with a thunk, one that was covered quite nicely by the music. The masked killer brought up his gloved hand and let the bloody blade glide through it, coming out clean on the other side. It was then that he headed into the house through the garage door.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, enjoying the release of fear that while no one would admit to having, everyone all shared equally. You’d even admit that it was a nice idea Josh had crafted because as weird as it was you felt safe. Like a herd of zebras making themselves hidden to the lion.

A few songs passed before one of the ghost face masks approached you, admittedly spiking your heart rate until they removed their hood and revealed themselves. “Hey, have you seen Lisa recently?” Andy spoke out over the loud music, eyebrows downturned with concern.

“Last I saw she was headed to the garage to get some Coke for her drink… you haven’t seen her since then?” you turned to Josh woefully.

“Oh no. I saw her come out with one and go outside, maybe she just needed some fresh air…” Josh rubbed his arm across your shoulder, motioning over towards your screen door that led to the backyard. Not many people were outside mingling as it was a rather chilly night out.

Andy nodded, his lips pressed outwards. “Ay thanks man, I’ll be right back, I should go check on her.”

“Okay, well don’t stay out there too long… There is still a serial killer on the loose.” It felt more like a threat than a phrase of caution so you squinted your eyes, and cringed at the wording. “Not that you’ll… I… Just find her and get inside.”

Andy flipped his mask back down and took off towards the screen door, in a very zigzagged way as the alcohol affected his line of sight. It took the man way too long to figure out how to not only unlock the door, but to push it to the side.

You and Josh both stared at him with worrisome eyes once he finally stumbled out into your lawn, out of view completely.

“Ohhh Lisaaaaa!” He called out, looking around for anyone that may be standing out there, but to his surprise not a single soul was in sight.

A rustling in the leaves startled him, the adrenaline it sent through his body sobered him up a little. “Come on, Lisa. This isn’t fucking funny anymore, let’s go inside.”

His phone rang at that moment, Lisa’s name and profile picture shining brightly against the dark air. He was quick to answer it, holding it out in front of him on speaker. “Nice costume,” a raspy robotic voice came through the line and when Andy turned around, he was still alone. “But don’t you think it’s rather morbid to copy a killer.”

“I get it okay, you hate the outfit, just get back here.”

“You couldn’t do it, could ya? Slit the throat and watch the life drain from their eyes, stab their chest and feel the pulse stop right through the handle of the blade?”

Andy was frantically looking around now, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and coating his skin in a chilling gleam.

“No. You fucking COULDN’T do it you god damn pussy. You could never do it, but instead you pretend to be me. Pretend to do what I could do. You’re nothing but a coward!”

“Alright man stop it, who the fuck is this and where is Lisa?” Andy was in the middle of the lawn when he finally got some sense in him to try and turn around to run back to the house.

“Lisa’s with the fishes now, buddy boy.” Out from the shed in the back of the yard popped out the man in the mask, sprinting full speed towards Andy. He lept and tackled the imposter, tumbling around on the ground until he was sitting on top of him.

Andy fought hard, with his football jock muscles clenching against the killer's wrist to hold him back, eventually pushing him off and getting to his feet to run again.

He got closer to the front of the house, still void of any signs of life since the party was so lively inside. He screamed for help, and slammed his fists against the glass of the front window, but the music drowned it out.

Inside the home you were no longer enjoying yourself as much as you once were. “I think we need to go check on Lisa and Andy.”

Josh stopped you in your tracks as you headed towards the door. “You stay in here, I will go check on them…”

“Josh. Isn’t that the first rule of horror films, to not go alone?” You sat with your hand upon your hip pushed out to the side.

“I will be fine, Honey. Don’t you worry about me,” he spoke before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, that’s the second rule you just broke. If you’re not back in five minutes I’m coming to look for you.” God you hated how stubborn that man was at times.

You couldn’t resume dancing as normal so instead you sat on the couch in your living room and watched as everyone else had oblivious fun.

Outside, Andy was once again struggling to fight off the serial killer but this time he wasn’t strong enough to push his way out of it. No, this time he was the one being pinned against the living room window, and it wasn’t until the chilled blade warmed itself with the heat of his beating heart that the life from his eyes diminished.

As he slid down the window he got trapped with his cheek pressed against the glass, his body being held up by a shrub.

“What the fuck was that noise?” One of the guests by the window yelled, drawing your attention immediately. You reached over and paused the playlist, making him repeat what he had just overheard.

With everyone’s attention on him, he grabbed hold of the string leading to the blinds and pulled them down to send the white plastic blinds upwards and revealed the scene before them.

Screams echoed around your home as the man stood out there waving the knife back and forth slowly, his head cocked to the side. Everyone was frantically running to every exit, a select few running right out the front door making themselves an incredibly easy target.

One after one they found their demise and you stood in fear, realizing that Josh was outside now as well. You ran over to the now empty kitchen to see if you could make it to the screen door, completely ignorant to the fact the front door was left wide open.

Until you heard the footsteps behind you.

“Well well well… what do we have here? The lone survivor? The final girl?” His modulated voice confirmed who was behind you.

“You bet your ass I am,” you spat back. Spinning around to face him, watching his every move as he bobbed back and forth to chase you around the kitchen island. You made it around a few times before tossing a chair in his direction for him to trip over.

The front door. That was your way out. You ran towards it but he was smart and thought ahead. It was locked, every fucking lock was in place leaving you fumbling with the metallic knobs as the killer quickly caught up to you.

So up the stairs you ran with no plan in mind besides to lock yourself in your room and escape out the window. You were almost there, you could taste the freedom but when you went to slam your door shut his arm came between your plan, pushing the door back open and standing only inches in front of you.

“God what a stupid little girl… I thought we talked about this already,” he raised his gloved hand up to his mask and yanked it off with ease. Below sat the amber eyes you adored so much. His hair was frizzy and messy yet still suited him well.

“Well I didn’t expect you to lock the front door, what was I supposed to fucking do?” Despite your seemingly angry words you couldn’t help but to smirk at how amused he was with himself.

“Don’t you cuss at me,” Josh pressed the tip of his blade against your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal your bottom row of teeth.

But it was dry. Bone dry.

You glanced down as far as you could and realized his blade was as clean as could be. “How the hell did you already clean that thing?”

“OH! I forgot to tell you…” Josh glanced past your shoulder with a smirk on his face, but he didn’t let out a laugh until you felt a cloaked arm wrap around your neck and pull you backwards. “I brought a special guest, one that’s very good at climbing terraces.”

A genuine gasp sprang from your chest, and you were surprisingly anxious at the fact you were being held by some unknown third party.

“We’re going to play a game,” Josh held up the voice modulator to his lips as he spoke. “If you correctly guess who’s behind you…you’ll earn a reward.”

From the stranger’s other hand, the bloody knife came up and pressed against your artery. Josh fixated on the way the tip of it bounced every time your blood pumped through it.

“Just don’t get it wrong too many times, okay Honey? It might make him upset…” You nodded at his words and let your tongue glide across your bottom lip.

“Is it Steven from Chem lab? The two of you were pretty close,” you guessed in anticipation of what may happen on both ends of the spectrum.

“Ooh… good guess, but incorrect.” The tip of the blade lowered down your neck slowly to hook itself under the strap of your costume, and with one forceful slash upwards the fabric was cut into two leaving your shoulder exposed.

Your chest rose at the breath you took in, the smallest hint of a smile developing in the corner of your mouth.

“Maybe it could be…” you pretended to brainstorm but truly had no idea at this point, “Your high school buddy Jeremy?”

“Another really good guess, but baby you’re going to have to think harder than that.” The blade now traveled across your collarbone to your other shoulder to slice off that strap in the exact same manner. Your top threatened to slide down but it was being held up by the stranger's chest pressed against your back.

“May I get a hint,” you requested with big doe-like eyes, the look you knew Josh always fell victim to.

He cleared his throat, “he’s someone I know you’ve thought about fucking a few times… Maybe even thought about it while WE were fucking.”

If you were being honest with yourself you now knew who was standing behind you, but a sick and twisted part of you wanted to play with Josh to see what reaction you could stir from him. “Oh that’s easy. It’s Finley, from my English 101 course.”

Josh’s face grew visibly red at your incorrect answer, not knowing that you have never thought about Finley in that way. “Now stop fucking around and say the right answer.” The threat was there but you knew it wasn’t real.

He pushed his own knife between your breasts and let the tip hook into your fabric, giving it a small tug downwards to cut a one inch slit.

“Is it.. Jake?” You could see the tension lift from Josh’s shoulders in that moment, and he waved his knife around in victory.

“Ding ding ding!! We have a winner!” Josh laughed out, moving his hand to grasp your neck alongside the handle of the blade. Just knowing that if you moved your head slightly you may feel the sharpness against your cheek was invigorating.

His movement forward sent the earrings he had been wearing dangling to and fro, catching your attention and locking it in place, “and while I should be concerned you’d like to fuck my brother, I thought I’d be nice to you. Give you what you want since you’ve been such a good girl for me… I mean come on, who else could say they went on a killing spree with their girlfriend?”

Josh leaned forward to bite your bottom lip, keeping a grasp on it as he pulled backwards just to let it recoil back to your teeth. He had pressed down so hard there was a lingering taste of iron coming from your lip now.

“You can’t give me all the credit, Joshy… You’re the one that said it would be so romantic to do this together…” You couldn’t help but smile and rest your head backwards towards Jake who was still masked, Josh’s hand still on your throat. “But I’m not one to believe that three is a crowd.”

Jake stayed silent, but replaced his words with actions. His gloved hand rose to where your straps had been cut and with one firm move he yanked them down to reveal your breasts to Josh.

It was almost like it was in his nature to immediately gasp, rubbing his fingers across your erect nipple while keeping intense eye contact with you. “What if you just let us have our way with you, fuck you like the guilty whore you are… Would you want that?”

The fresh air gliding across your breast sent goosebumps to raise on your delicate skin. There were hands all over you, numbing your mind. Jake had both of his hands upon your waist now, rubbing back and forth at such a slow and patient pace and you could feel the blade following his motions, while Josh had both your breasts in his hands.

You had never felt more desired than you did in this moment, having two men cherish you and become so desperate for you. Josh was always such a lover, but Jake was the wildcard you had never expected. He was broody and quiet, sometimes he’d walk past the crack in Josh’s door as he did a few days prior but you never once thought he’d act upon it.

“Only if you boys think you actually have what it takes…” you teased, leaning your head back down upon Jake’s shoulder so you could kiss the smallest bit of exposed neck that wasn’t hidden by the costume.

From under Jake’s mask this time, the same modulated voice finally emerged. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Sweetheart.” There was a deep and low laughter mixed with his words that had you growing feral.

The twins looked at one another, formulating a plan within seconds. Jake tossed his blade to the side of the room, the metal scraping across the hardwood floor as he reached for your hands and pinned them behind your back. Josh pulled the fabric of the costume away from your skin and tucked his blade between the two.

He was rough as he slashed down through the fabric, and if it weren’t for Jake holding you in place you may have fallen forward with each tug. The costume was in shambles as it fell to the floor, the only article of clothing you were wearing were your fishnets and heels.

Josh clicked his tongue behind his teeth “it’s a shame to see these go… it was my favorite part of the outfit.”

“I think they should stay,” Jake intervened as Josh hooked the blade under the waistband, “It’ll give us something to hold onto.”

“You are so right…” Josh grew a wicked grin across his lips as he looked you over, so vulnerable and lacking control he could get drunk off the sight of you like this.

Their banter alone had you dripping in anticipation of what was to come. They were devious and scheming and your lack of knowledge was the icing on the cake.

Almost as if he couldn’t take it much longer, Jake adjusted to hold both your wrists with just one hand so he could lift his own mask, and rest it on top of his head. He was craving the taste of your skin on his lips and instantly sank down against your neck to start nipping and sucking over your delicate skin.

Josh watched, smirking at the way you moaned so sweetly before getting down on his knees and parting your legs with just a tap of the back of his hand.

His fingers intertwined with the holes in your fishnets blocking him from your gorgeous pussy, and pulled in opposite directions. The rips and tears echoed around the room as he made way to his destination.

Despite his anticipation, Josh was slow as he pressed the cold metal against your cunt and slipped it back towards him being careful not to cut any of your delicate parts. When he pulled the reflective blade away it was soaked. He held it up and watched as the drip of your arousal began to descend down the knife.

“Honey, look at me,” he cooed from below, and your eyes fluttered open to see his face hiding behind the blade. He stuck his tongue out flat against the base, and slowly licked upwards to ensure every single drop he collected was transferred to his tongue that craved you so badly.

He smacked his lips a few times, savoring you. “Fuck…that pretty cunt of yours never fails to amaze me,” he huffed out under his breath.

What he did next was truly unexpected. His gloved hand flipped the leather sheath around to grasp the blade on his palm. The very base of the handle was made of metal, and that chilling tip was now being dragged back and forth across your slit.

“Ooh I think she likes that, Josh… Do you want that handle inside of you?” Jake teased against your neck, glancing down to watch as your thighs began to quiver in anticipation. “You know you’re so fucking lucky that if any part of that knife gets inside of you, it’s just the handle.”

There was a weak nod you gave as a response, overstimulated already by how many different places were being touched by them. Josh let the first bit of the handle dip inside of you, loving how wet you were for it to just engulf it so easily.

Your bottom lip fell open at the sensation, and it only dropped lower as Josh took it upon himself to continue to inch the handle up inside of you, the transition from metal to leather having such a unique yet welcomed sensation.

“You’re taking that so fucking well…” he whispered in amusement, as he slowly began to thrust the handle back and forth inside of you. It was truly mesmerizing how fast you made that handle glisten.

Your little huffs and moans crescendoed as Josh continued to work that handle inside of you, soon leaning in to press his warm lips around your clit. He was a mad man as he licked and sucked and drew circles with his tongue across your bundle of nerves, all while Jake was still exploring and nipping at your neck.

Josh knew better though, knew that you growing louder only meant you were close, so he pulled that knife out and stood to his feet to give you a glimpse of the mess you made on it.

“You were right Jake. She loved it,” he hummed with amusement, “but I’d bet she’d love us a bit more…”

“So quick to assume, Joshy…” you sassed back, and he tossed his knife to the ground to grasp your cheeks and squeeze them together slightly to bring your lips into a pout.

“You better shut your mouth before we leave you here alone at the crime scene. I’d hate for you to get left behind in all of this mess.” The threat was empty, and you could tell just by looking in his eyes, Josh would carry you over his shoulder if it meant you wouldn’t get caught and you knew that.

You couldn’t stop yourself from snapping back at him, “So many words… so little actions.” And those words lit a fire under his eyes as he looked up at you through his sunken brows.

“I think I know a way to shut her up...” Jake chimed I’m from behind, tossing you over to Josh for him to hold onto your wrists now.

Jake pulled the costume up and tucked it under his chin while his other hand made quick work of the zipper to the black jeans hiding below the costume. He pushed the fabric down and let his cock finally breath as it pulsed and swelled in anticipation.

Josh used his grasp on your wrist to push you down to your knees, hitting the hardwood with a soft thunk as you made contact. Like a knight going out to war, Jake slammed the mask back down over his face in preparation.

In that oh so classic voice you just heard, “oh come on sweetheart don’t be shy… It’ll only make you gag a little…” He tilted his head to the side, and you were mesmerized by the way the mask looked down on you. So lifeless yet filled with expression.

He brushed the tip of his cock across your lips but it was Josh that pushed your head forward and around his twins length, sending it to the back of your throat before you were ready and you did indeed gag.

The recovery was quick however, and you let your eyes remain on the mask as you repeatedly dipped your head down to take all of him in. He was utterly delicious, and you let your tongue glide over the few raised veins along his shaft.

Josh stood behind you, taking your hair into his hand like a set of reigns. Every time you thought to slow down and breathe he was right there, pushing you deeper down onto his brother.

Tears traveled down your cheeks, taking with it your mascara but nevertheless you worked effortlessly around Jake's cock.

“Fu— just like that…” the modulated voice praised you as you worked. “God who knew you were such a fucking slut… Taking my dick so willingly right in front of your boyfriend… Do you like that? Like knowing he’s right there guiding you?” The spew of words were so quiet and strung together but just hearing that damn voice was sending your body waves of arousal.

Eventually you were nearly suffocating and had to forcefully pull off, strands of thickened spit created a bridge that was still attached to Jake’s cock as you took the deepest breath you could. Jake was drunk from the sight of it all. Knowing that he could have you do just about anything he wanted and you would consent to it. Knowing that his fantasies of being able to feel you were happening.

“Is that pussy of yours dying of hunger yet? Is she starved?” Josh laughed from behind you, lifting you by your hair to take you over to your bed sitting between two nightstands. He tossed you down belly first, watching as your ass bounced before your body settled into the mattress.

You could only see Jake, crouched in front of you with his mask inches away. His fingers ran down your cheek and danced across your neck as you looked up at him. He lowered that hand to smack your chest, silently instructing you to get on all fours as his brother stripped himself of his pants and pulled his costume up from his hips.

You were quick to obey, your hands and knees pressed firmly against the mattress but again your attention was on Jacob and watching his glistening cock pulsating in anticipation of more.

It felt filthy but in the best way. To have them both pining over you. Both begging for your attention. When Josh realized you were staring at his brother it earned a nice hard smack to your ass, bringing you back to him.

The head of his dick teased you as Josh swiped it back and forth across your slit ever so slowly. Every now and then he’d threaten to press it inside but that’s all it was, a threat.

“God Josh please give it to me, I need you so bad..” you whined, pushing back against his hips hoping to time it just right to let him glide in.

“Jake do me a favor, and grab her throat.” Josh ignored you to instruct his twin, “and squeeze a bit tighter every time she begs.”

Jake was quick to follow orders, his gloved hand holding tightly against your neck yet not tight enough to actually restrict air flow, yet.

Josh continued to tease you, leaning forward to kiss your hips as he did so, the tip of his earring dragging against your skin. You were on the verge of tears after only minutes of the teasing. You fucking craved him so bad and you weren’t getting what you wanted.

“God damn it Josh plea—“ the grip on your throat grew tighter against the sides the more you spoke and you couldn’t see it but you knew Jake was smirking under that damn mask.

A sliver of humanity shined through as Josh finally let the head of his erection dip down inside of you. The warmth was a welcomed sensation and your eyes grew wide in anticipation in what was to come. You have had Josh many times over but not like this, never like this. Josh was different when he was in the costume, more demanding, more controlling.

Jake however, he was the wild card. The two of you have never even considered adding him to your extracurricular activities and there was a part of you that was sad you missed seeing him in action, under the belief that Josh had been doing all of that hard work that night.

You were pulled from your thoughts the moment Josh blessed you with the rest of his length slipping deep inside of you, his hands holding a death grip upon your hips. But then it stopped, he sat still buried as deep as he could go inside of you.

“She’s so close to breaking, I can just feel it,” Jake laughed out behind the mask, “go on I dare you. Beg, plead… Use those words, Sweetheart.”

It was a trap, and a coaxing one at that. You could feel the words crawling up your throat and you had to physically swallow just to send them back down each time.

“I guess she doesn’t want it that bad…” Josh spoke with a sort of sing-songy tone, almost removing himself from you.

There was absolutely no control over your body when you slammed backwards against him “Don’t you dare stop.” Your weakness brought joy to Jake as he finally got to tighten his grip around your throat. There was a tingling that creeped its way up to your temples, swirling around your head until your eyelids flittered lazily. Your mouth hung open as you took in deep breaths through the gap.

The tips of Jake’s gloved fingers curled against your skin as he held consistent pressure against your artery, and once he observed your eyelids slowly falling closed he loosened up on the grip. The rush of blood to your head filled you with the adrenlinaline boost of a century.

Josh began a wonderfully delicious pace then, giving you exactly what you’ve been so despirate for this whole time. He filled you entirely, almost painfully, but with everything else going on you were convinced your body couldn’t register pain.

You felt bad for Jake, watching you get fucked while he just stood in front of you only holding you by your throat. So you reached out one of your hands, took his shaft in your palm and worked it at the same pace Josh was thrusting inside of you with.

The melodies of the men echoed around your room as their grunts grew beautifully in volume and in that moment you knew that even when you were powerless, you still held so much power over them. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you knew Josh had removed the gloves from his hand once you felt his fingernails digging into your spine as he brought his hand up your back to take a hold of your shoulder. He wanted to use it as leverage to just get as deep as fucking possible, to ensure that not a single part of you didn’t go filled with his length.

Your back curved downwards to accommodate for the new angle, and it was in that moment that Josh was flawlessly brushing past your g-spot, punching that bundle of nerves on repeat with a lack of compassion. Your soft huffs turned into loud and drawn out moans, right beside Jake’s ears.

“Shut her up.” Josh demanded through his teeth, and Jake was quick to yank his dick from your hands and shove it back down your throat, where it belonged. Muffled, you now hummed around his shaft not caring how messy it all became.

Being filled from both ends was more invigorating than you could have imaged, just knowing that those two men wanted you so damn bad they had to have you together. Mentally and physiclly stimulated, you could feel yourself creeping towards your orgasm, and you knew for a fact Josh could feel it coming too. He always could.

To your utter surprise, he played no games. He allowed your orgasm, fully, without tease or pre-maturely stopping as you quivered against him. He rode it out as you screamed around Jake’s dick. He spoke encouraging words through his teeth. Only instead of stopping once you came down from the high, his movements grew increasingly strong. Determined.

“Aw… Did you think we’d give you a break?” Josh pouted, as if mocking you when your body language gave away your confusion, “we’re going to fucking destroy you tonight, Honey.”

Josh had always told you about how him and Jake were able to communicate without words, just through body language alone. You were never expecting to experience it yourself though. So when Jake suddenly grasped you by your hair and flipped you over onto your back, you squealed in surprise.

Finally, you got to get a good look at Joshua. Sweat covering his forehead and dripping down his temple acting like glue for the little ringlets of hair to stick to. Ensuring you were making eye contact, he lifted the costume over his head, revealing his toned torso that also glistened with sweat from all the hard work he had put into you. You were too distracted with him to see that Jake was also stripping himself from all of the clothing besides his mask.

He circled you like a vulture as Josh ran off to go search through your closet, keeping you occupied by sinking his now bare fingers deep inside of you, curling upwards all the while staring straight at you. Once his fingers were nice and wet he brought them up to your lips, dipping them down deep between your teeth and forcing you to taste yourself.

It was only a matter of time before Jake lined up his dick with your entrance, pulling it back and forth across your swollen cunt. True restraint was needed to not just sink inside of you right then and there, and fuck he wanted to so bad. Behind that mask his lower lip was sucked between his teeth purly by how your arousal was covering the head of his cock.

Josh finally returned with a wand you thought you had kept well hidden, and you weren’t sure how Josh knew your hiding spot for it but there it was. With the push of a button it was whirling on it’s slowest speed, and Josh clicked it two more times to send it buzzing at full speed. Typically you’d be excited to see the toy, but with your clit still throbbing and coming down from the first high, a part of you was worried of the way it would affect you.

You hadn’t even noticed it, but he has also grabbed the handcuffs from your halloween costume, a pair that could only be undone with a tiny key you had hiding in your side table. They were hiding in his palm, and with one swift move he allowed one side to fall from his hands.

You didn’t fight it as Josh pulled your wrists up over your head and and handcuffed them together, squeezing them tightly against your skin to ensure there was no wiggling out of them.

“I think she just might be ready for you, Jake,” Josh instructed, keeping his eyes locked upon your lips and the way they quivered as his brother slipped inside of you. “Do you feel like a filthy whore? Having another man fuck you while your boyfriend watches? Do you feel any remorse or is your pussy just too damn greedy to feel bad?”

In a fit of defiance, you lifted your wrists and softly knocked Josh back, causing his tongue to once again click behind his teeth. With a raised eyebrow he couldn’t help but to laugh at you, “you’re going to regret that, Honey.”

Josh took the fabric of his costume and twirled it until it was thick and double ended. He grasped the handcuffs and wrapped one side of the fabric around the center, bringing it up to the bedposts where the tied it as tightly as he physically could.

Your arms were held up, your body was stretched out and you were left sprawled out and vulnerable to the twins. Jake between your legs, and Josh hovering over your torso. He lowered the vibratior down your stomach until it was right above your budle of nerves that were still to sensitive to handle such a sensation. Despite that, a sick part of you wanted it. You wanted to feel that oversimulation.

So when that little silicone head pressed itself to your clit, right at the moment Jake fully let himself move inside of you it was an explosion of ecstacy. Josh held your stomach down to prevent you from wiggling away from the sensation even though your mind was fully craving more.

Jake on the other hand, Jake was lost in himself at the way you tightened around his cock, pulsing around the shaft. He had only daydreamed about this moment, and never in his life thought he’d be able to feel you so closley. He was on his knees, spread out enough to be able to reach you laying flat on the bed and wrapped his hands around your thigh to further pull you into him with great force.

Josh managed to keep the wand right where it needed to be until you were flinching, your moans growing louder as you felt yourself creeping towards your second release of the night. Again, neither of them stopped you as your body clenched with your release, a tear rolling down your eye as you let out your gaspy moans.

They also kept pushing forward. “Is this too much for you Honey, or do you think you’re strong enough for just one more?” This was the first time Josh’s face softened, and it was at the sight of your tear. Despite his control over you, he wanted you to truly enjoy this experience.

“O–one more… Please. I can take it.” Your plead for more sent Jake into a feral frenzy. He was letting deep, raspy and animalistic grunts fall from below the mask and he was quick to adjust his position, lifting your hips up so they were in the air as he just began fucking you so deep you swore you would be sore tomorrow. You looked forward to that sting, as it would remind you of exactly why it was hurting in the first place.

While Jake was certainly attractive there was something about staring up at only a mask staring back at you that was altering the chemistry in your brain. The way the bottom of the mask had black fabric that hang down and brushed against his collar bone, every now and then exposing his neck as it swung back and forth with his motions.

Sweat covered his chest, giving him such a delicious sheen and you wished you were able to reach up and feel it but your hands were tightly tied, so tight in fact you didn’t notice just how sore they had grown to be.

Josh leaned down then, breaking your concentration to bite at your nipple, playing with it between his teeth as he held the wand in the same place it had been resting before. Fuck there were too many hands, too many mouths, it was so hard to keep track of who was who, especially since at this point your eyes were clenched shut holding back the tinge of pain from the overstimulation.

Josh could see that the wand was becoming more than he anticipated it to, so he turned the device off and chucked it to the side, choosing instead to allow your mouth to please him. He had been so lonely just watching his brother get all the pleasure with nothing in return that when he felt your lips push past him and he sank deep into your welcoming mouth he immediately grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you a bit deeper down.

“Fuck Sweetheart, God fucking damn it your cunt is phenominal,” Jake cussed from below, clearly lost in his own world. “It’s so fucking pretty and all I want to do is demolish the poor thing.” Once again the words were spoken through the modulator but you could tell they were spat through clenched teeth.

Even though he wanted to hold onto this moment for forever, he couldn’t hide how quickly he was about to topple down the hill that was his orgasm. His hips grew spastic, the heavy breathing loud enough that the mask transformed it on the way out, you knew he was close and you couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut about it.

You replaced your grip on Josh with your hand so that you could speak, “Come on Jake, give it to me. I want to feel you cum inside of me, come on please,” you begged, your words pushing him right off of the cliff and he leaned forward to press the plastic of his mask into your stomach, releasing every last drop he had into you as if spilling even the slightest bit was a sin. The warmth also had you spiraling close behind, bucking your hips hard as your body tried to avoid yet another surge of pleasure. When he lifted his head after you relaxed, the mask fell down with it, revealing Jake’s completely fucked out expression that you’ve missed out on this whole time.

Jake pulled himself out from you, and looked out the window with terror quickly taking over his face. Red and blue lights were flashing in the very far distance, so far that the sirens couldn’t even be heard yet. You and Josh, however were still too fucked out of your mind to even process what was happening. You slipped his cock back into your mouth and began to give the best performance of your life, hoping that he would also do the honors of spilling inside of you the way his brother had.

With a few loops of your tongue around the head of his cock you felt the warm beads begin to trickle down your throat as Josh huffed and moaned from above you, pushing himself deep down your throat as he became overcome by his release.

“Hey guys…” Jake spoke, throwing his pants on at an unnerving pace. “We better get the fuck outta here, now.”

Before any of your could move, the reporter you had seen a few days prior on the TV came barroling through the room, catching all three of you in the act with the bloody costumes sprawled out across the floor. She took in the sight of Josh, moving over to then stare at you all tied up. “Oh. This is golden. God damn it where is the camera man.” She huffed, looking down at her phone to see that not a single person had contacted her. She was alone, and no one knew of her whereabouts as going undercover was her own secret little adventure.

Jake reached out his foot, as she continued to stare at you and Josh together on the bed, and pulled the blade in close enough that he hardly needed to lean down to grab it into his fist. The speed in which he grabbed the reporter by the neck and sank the blade into her temple was within the blink of your eye, and she quickly fell lifeless to the ground.

“Josh, untie her now. I have an idea.” Jake snapped, grabbing his costume and slipping it over the reporters body before the blood had a chance to spread far, the mask came next and he delicately placed it over her head to cover her identity.

The sirens wailed in the distance, and both you and Josh quickly picked up on what Jake had in mind. With clumsy hands, Josh not only untied you from the bed but unlocked your cuffs with the key in your side table. “Do you trust us?” The twins nearly whispered in unison.

All you did in response was nod, knowing what needed to happen next. One by one Jake and Josh took turns putting gash after gash in your skin. One by one they ripped and tore at the clothes you had taken seconds to throw on. By the time they were done with you the sirens were clearly at the front door of your home.

Josh and Jake made a swift exit out the window taking the evidence of the extra costume with them and leaving you alone to cover all three of your tracks. You were the best actor out of them all, so you didn’t hold any grudges towards this decision. To prepare, you began to cry heavily and while it stemmed from the sensations of pleasure you were still feeling coursing through your veins, you knew it would look as though you were the victim in this mess.

The cops barged in, seeing you holding the knife and the reporter on the ground. “S–she said it would make a great story,” you sobbed out, taking deep breaths between each word, “said she would make it big once it got out.” You dropped the knife to the ground and held your face in your hands, the officers immediately rushing over to you in order to help calm you down.

“I had to kill her. I did.” You sobbed into his shoulder. “If I hadn’t she would have killed me I swear.” They held you close, fully believing your story as you were covered in the wounds of battle and she laid dead on the floor.

They helped walk you out of the house, and as soon as you saw the bodies being carried away you fell to your knees, hysterical and completely winning them over on your case more than you most likely needed to.

“It’s all over now okay? You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You are brave and strong for what you did, and while it may weight heavy on your chest just know you did the right thing. She was sick and twisted and between us one of our top suspects in this case. You did a great thing tonight.” The cop rubbed your arm softly, like a parent comforting their child.

In the distance you saw them, Jake and Josh over in another yard with their arms crossed over their body. You could see the white of their teeth in the night as they just smirked at your performance, giving a false applaud that only you noticed.

“Can I call my parents?” You asked shyly, as the cop very carefully set you in the back of the car, “they need to know what happened… Maybe they’ll come back early from their vacation if they know…”

“Hey, of course you can… But right now we have to clean up your house. Do you have anywhere we can take you after you’re done giving your statement at the station?” The cop was hanging in the window of his car as he spoke with you, hand outstretched to fix your messy hair.

“My boyfriend's house please… The Kiszkas…”

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