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officialcharactersimp · 9 months

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Playdate

(Graduation Gift Part 6)

Summary: (can be found on my masterlist under series) Natasha invites Wanda over to see you. When you’re left alone with Wanda, she makes good on a deal she made with Nat. >:)

A/N: So like. Listen. I know. I know. It’s been 2 years. I wrote this piece like a year ago. And this is NOT DONE. It’s NOT GREAT. Y’all voted for the rough edges version. Maybe I’ll edit or polish it later on. Also. I was getting a little gratuitous with Wanda using too many petnames and so I’ve used A SINGULAR PRONOUN for the first time in this series’ history. If I find a way to change it later to remove it I will. It’s they, by the way.

WC: 2.9k (wtf??)

CW: 18+ only, minors dni; series is dark but this is only mildly dark; reader is being kept in Nat's basement but they're like. fine with it??; smut; mommy milkers make mommy milk; cgl themes; sharing partners; dubcon; Wanda uses her powers to manipulate reader; mean Wanda (but only a little, as a treat); Wanda calls reader mutt, pup, etc; threesome; oral (R receiving); Wanda uses magic sexually on reader; no proper ending, sorry

“Baby, mommy needs to talk to you,” Natasha says, muting the TV. You turn to look at her expectantly, face as angelic as ever. She smiles. “Good baby. Now, mommy wants to have a friend of hers over,” she says.

“Upstairs?” you ask, confused. She’s had people over to the house for meetings before—why is she asking you?

“No baby, downstairs, in here,” she says, opening her arms for you to come sit on her lap. You do so, searching for comfort as the idea causes unease. “Oh, baby, it’s okay, don’t worry. She’s very nice.”

“But…” you fiddle with the hem of her shirt for a moment before bringing your thumb to your mouth and looking down.

“She already knows about you, baby,” she practically reads your mind. “She’s the one that helped mommy start making milk for you,” she hums.

“Someone knows?” you’re surprised and… something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes, baby. My best friend Wanda. We work together and she helps make it so I can stay home with you,” she taps the end of your nose, earning a small smile. “You know mommy doesn’t want to keep you down here all alone and locked up forever, don’t you?” she asks. It’s only half-true, but you nod anyways. “This is how we start, okay?” you nod again.

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“Baby, I’m here with Wanda!” you hear Natasha’s voice as the lock clicks and the door opens. You get up on your knees at the end of the bed and wait for her with your arms up.

“Mommy!” you greet her with a happy exclamation. She chuckles and goes to help you out of the bed, but you cling to her instead, hiding your face from the brunette standing near.

“Aww, feeling a bit shy, are we?” Wanda’s voice is kind enough as she reaches out, patting your back gently. You flinch a little and Natasha instantly hushes you, rubbing your back where Wanda had touched you to soothe you.

“We’re just a little nervous,” Natasha says for you. “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen anybody but mommy, huh?” she asks. You nod against her.

She carries you over to the couch and sits with you on her lap, Wanda sitting on the other end. Natasha turns your head to face her and you examine your guest with your eyes, deep in thought. You notice she’s holding a stuffed animal in your favorite color. She sees your eyes land on it and smiles warmly.

“Hi there,” she says. “Your mommy said this was your favorite color,” you nod to confirm. “I thought it might be nice for you to hold,” she holds it out to you and you look to Natasha, who nods, before taking it. You pull it close, finally unwrapping yourself a little from Natasha.

“That’s so precious!” Natasha says, looking at the toy in your hands. “What do we say, baby?”

“Thank you,” you say shyly, unable to meet her eye. She smiles anyways.

“I’m glad you like it,” she says. “You gonna give it a name?”

“He’s gonna be called Dots,” you say, running your hand over the bumpy dotted texture of the toy’s fur.

“Dots. That’s a good name,” she says. You smile a little. “I know you’ve been down here for awhile with just you and mommy, right?” she asks. You nod. “What do you like to do together?”

“Um… I like it when we watch cartoons or play with my toys together,” you say slowly. “Mommy makes the best voices for my toys,” you smile. “And I like bath time, too, or when mommy lets me do her makeup. We do all sorts of stuff,” you tell her, smiling at Natasha, who brushes some hair out of your face.

“That sounds awesome, little one,” Wanda says. The petname sounds nice from her lips, making you smile bashfully.

The conversation drifts slowly to the two of them talking about work, occasionally making jokes to include you. You eventually grow comfortable enough to uncurl from your tiny ball on Natasha’s lap to sitting on her normally, playing with Dots and half-listening.

“You okay, Natty?” Wanda asks, and you look to your mommy to see her shifting a little.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Looks like we’re just a little late for milkies time,” she looks at you. “Feeling hungry, little baby?” she asks. You nod; you’ve been ignoring it in the hopes that Wanda would leave before it got unbearable. “Come on then,” she unbuttons her shirt some and unclips her bra on one side.

“But mommy—“ you glance at Wanda.

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t you trust mommy?” she asks. You nod slowly and let her guide you into position, your legs ending up on Wanda’s lap, who gently rubs her thumb on your shin. You squirm a little.

“Behave, baby. Don’t you want mommy’s milkies?” she asks. You nod, cheeks flushed. “Then be good,” she says firmly, guiding your head to her chest. You latch on a little less eagerly than usual, trying to ignore Wanda’s presence and touch. It’s easier with Natasha running her fingers through your hair, humming softly, but not so much as you feel Wanda’s eyes on the two of you like a hawk.

You’re inevitably slipping down into your uninhibited littlespace by the time you switch to her other side, grunting gently when the milk doesn’t flow at first and grabbing onto Natasha. She chuckles and hushes you, adjusting herself to help you in your efforts.

“Easy now,” she soothes.

“How precious,” Wanda coos gently, reaching over to brush your hair out of the way so she can see you better. You can’t flinch without letting go of Natasha’s chest, so you let it happen. She takes the liberty and strokes the back of her finger down your cheek softly.

“Isn’t my baby just the sweetest thing?” Natasha brags, “Come closer, Wans, it’s alright. A lot tamer with your mommy’s milk in you, hm?” Natasha speaks the last part to you as she pats the cushion next to her for Wanda to sit. They both move you as needed for her to get closer, your butt now in the virtual stranger’s lap and her arm resting on your stomach. You whine and look up at Natasha, about to pull away to protest.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing a good job,” Natasha holds you fast against her with a gentle hand and even gentler praises. “You trust me, and I trust Wanda. You’re okay. Just drink your milkies,” she placates you easily. You settle back into an edgy comfort and let yourself be held, trying to stay in your big headspace and failing miserably.

“That’s a good baby,” Natasha says as she both sees and feels the resistance leave you. When you finally pull off, she smiles at the little dribble on your chin and wipes it with her thumb before pressing it into your mouth. “Mommy’s got you,” she assures you as your eyes half-close, sucking on her thumb automatically. She coos softly at you.

“Such a good baby,” Wanda muses as she looks on.

“That’s right,” Natasha says proudly, making you blush a little. “See little one, Wanda’s not so scary, is she?” she asks you sweetly. You nod a little bit, earning a satisfied hum. “That’s my baby.”

“My mommy,” you say around her thumb, reaching up to touch her face. Her heart melts at the gesture and she leans down to kiss your forehead.

The tender moment is interrupted as Natasha’s phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket, looks at it a moment, and then sighs deeply.

“I have to take this,” she says with reluctance. “Go to Wanda, baby,” Natasha pushes you fully into her friend’s lap despite your whimpering protests. Wanda’s arms wrap around you easily and hold you to her as you wiggle, reaching for your mommy to no avail.

“I’ll be as quick as I can, baby,” Natasha assures you, tilting your chin up and kissing you before going upstairs. You look at Wanda with wide eyes in silence for a moment.

“It’s alright, don’t worry,” Wanda speaks first. “Your mommy will be back soon, and she’s only upstairs at any rate.”

You keep staring at her mutely.

“This must be pretty new and scary, huh? And I can tell you’re feeling pretty little, too. But don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she says, voice warm and soothing. “Do you want to watch some cartoons? I know you like that,” she suggests. You nod. “Okay, cartoons it is,” she reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.

You ease considerably with the cartoons on, sucking on your thumb and cuddling Dots close. Wanda holds you and watches passively, wondering what’s taken Nat away so suddenly. She’s so excited to finally be meeting you, too, but trying not to scare you off with her eagerness.

“Want mommy,” you mumble after awhile. It’s rare for Natasha to leave you when you’re in your littlespace, and you are very much disliking it.

“I know, little one. I’m sure she’ll be back just as quick as she can. It won’t be long now,” Wanda assures you once again. She pulls out her own phone to shoot Natasha a text. It has been awhile…

Only about a bit more now. How’s my little baby? she responds.

Missing you, but mostly okay. We’re watching cartoons. I don’t know how long it’ll last though… Wanda informs her

What we talked about before is still on the table. Wanda glances up at you, oblivious, then looks down again.

Are you sure it won’t mess everything up? I haven’t made much headway in the trust department…

It’ll be fine, Wans. My dumb little baby can’t resist feeling good. Natasha’s words make Wanda go red and she shoots another glance at you. Luckily, you’ve still yet to notice.

Alright then. See you soon.

Wanda puts her phone away and turns her attention back to you. You’re babbling to Dots and pointing to the TV, as if trying to explain it to him. It’s absolutely adorable. Wanda watches sneakily, not wanting to interrupt and ruin the moment of pure innocence and cuteness.

“Right mommy—“ when you turn and remember it’s Wanda, not your mommy, who’s holding you, your bottom lip begins to tremble.

“Oh, no no no, baby, it’s okay, don’t cry little one,” Wanda rushes to soothe you, holding you closer and rocking you a little bit. “It’s okay, she’ll be back in just a few minutes, she told me so,” she tells you. You calm a tiny bit at that. “She even told me what to do while we wait for her.”

“R-really?” you sniff.

“Mhm,” Wanda hums, one hand coming down to rest on your tummy.

“What’d she say?” you ask, squirming on her lap a little. You’re feeling tingly, like how Natasha often makes you feel.

“Well, she said she worried your pretty parts might need some attention, and she said I can help you, since you’re just a little baby who doesn’t know how,” Wanda tells you soothingly.

“M-mommy said that?” you ask, trying to ignore the growing sensations in your lower half.

“Yup. She cares about you being comfortable and happy so much that she said I can help you instead of her,” Wanda says with a smile. “Isn’t that nice of her? You’re lucky, little one.”

“Mhm, mommy’s nice,” you say, struggling to put together the logical thoughts in your head that would can tell you what’s going on here.

“Aw, don’t think too much, little one,” Wanda coos, her other hand coming o to the side of your head and stroking your temple. As she smooths the hair there, it feels like she’s smoothing your thoughts, too. Little do you know she really is, but she figures what you don’t know won’t hurt you, right?

“When’s mommy coming back? I need her,” you say, a little dazed.

“Why’s that, precious?” she asks sweetly.

“I’m at all tingly. I don’t like it,” you squirm.

“I can help with that, little one,” her voice is like honey. “Just relax for me, okay? Wanda’s se gonna take care of you,” shepulls down your shorts and underwear, exposing your sensitive area to the air. You whine a little.like

“‘s cold,” you complain.

“I’ve got you,” soon Wanda’s warm hand has moved from your tummy down to cup your mound, quieting you. She reaches down further and starts slowly encircling your most sensitive bundle of nerves, making you sigh softly in relief. Something starts to poke at your entrance but you don’t know what.

“What’s that?” you ask, looking down. You see the hand between your legs encircled with glowing red tendrils.

“It’s alright, little one. It’s just magic, like I used on your mommy before. It’s perfectly safe. And it’ll feel really good,” she says, slowly filling your hole. You whimper softly at the stretch as her fingers continue to work your clit. “How’s that?”

“Good,” you breathe, opening your legs more. She smiles.

“That’s a good little baby, spread those legs nice and wide for me,” you heed her suggestion, letting them fall open to give her more access. “Perfect.”

She gracefully works up to a rhythm that has you whimpering softly with each thrust, clutching tightly to Dots. The hand at your temple moves down, allowing her thumb to play at your lower lip. You open your mouth eagerly, wanting to take it into your mouth, but she doesn’t let you. She simply teases your lip while your mouth hangs open, panting heavily.

“So damn precious,” she says, her voice husky. She leans over to see your hole clenching around red-tinted nothingness and bites her lip. “Feeling good, little one?”

“S-so good, Wanda,” you stutter, twisting and panting.

“Look at you, panting like a little doggie. Is that what you are? Are you a dumb little pup for me?”

“I-I-“ you don’t know how to react. Her words are nothing like Natasha’s, but they’re making your body feel the same way. You give a small whimper of confusion.

“Aw, too dumb to even know what you are,” she says with mock sympathy. “It’s okay, good puppies like you don’t need to think, just let me do it for you for now,” her voice is soft again.

“I-I can’t-“ you gasp, somehow feeling overstimulated before you’ve even had a single orgasm.

“You can. Be a good pup for me,” she encourages sweetly.

The door opens and you both look over to see Natasha at the door, who grins at the sight before her. She quickly comes to your side, smiling at Wanda and exchanging a few looks before looking down at you. She smooths some hair out of your face.

“Mommy!” you whine loudly, one hand leaving Dots to clutch at hers. You hold it to your sweaty face, her touch cooling, and whimper as you lean into it.

“Aww, looks like you and Wanda are getting along just fine,” she says. “You’re being such a good baby for Mommy’s friend. Do you feel good?”

“Yes mommy, feels so good, so good—can’t th-th-“ you whine desperately.

“Dumb little mutt can’t handle what I’ve got to give,” Wanda chides. “But they’re trying nonetheless,” she shifts you around on her lap so Natasha has an unobstructed view of your cunt as she uses her powers to press into your every crevice.

“Isn’t that a sight,” she breaths softly, getting her face in close. “Move your finger. I wanna taste my baby,” she instructs. Wanda obliges, focusing fully on her magic while Natasha begins licking and sucking at your clit harshly.

“Mommy!” you cry out. “Mommy, Wanda, I can’t, I can’t—“

“You’ll take what’s given to you like the good little slut you are,” Wanda cuts you off firmly, a particularly hard thrust punctuating it. “If you come nice and pretty for us, maybe we’ll be nice and give you a rest,” she says. You glance down to Natasha between your legs.

“Yes, baby, you can come. Come for us, all over me,” she pauses to say before diving back in.

It feels like her and Wanda have just increased their efforts by tenfold, making you cry out even louder than before, tongue hanging out as you pant heavily. It’s all too much—you can’t last much longer like this.

“Please!” you whine.

“Come on, you can do it baby,” Wanda says softly, encouraging you over the edge. “Be good and make a mess for us.”

The coil in your body snaps at that and your back arches as you scream, lifting your torso up off of Wanda’s lap as your hips buck.

“That’s it, that’s it baby, so good for us, for mommy and Wanda,” Natasha is your beside you in seconds, kissing your face and rubbing your tummy soothingly. You whimper softly at her kisses and your body calms down enough to return to Wanda’s lap. She too is praising you, petting your head in reassurance. Tears brim in your eyes and threaten to fall, but Natasha catches them.

“It’s okay baby, mommy’s got you now, we both do,” Natasha soothes. “You’re alright now, you did so good.”

“Did good?” you repeat hazily.

“So good,” Wanda confirms.

to be continued…

And that’s it, I’m sorry. If I don’t post it right now as it is I’m just not going to do it again.

read the rest of grad gift here

#natasha x reader #Natasha romanoff smut #mommy!natasha #soft!dark!natasha #Natasha romanoff #marvel #grad gift series #soft!dark!mommy!natasha x reader #smut #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x trans reader #if you want #kidnapping #writers on tumblr #fanfic #gg au #gg6 #noah writes sometimes

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404badwolf · 11 months

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My longing is my most devoted dog.

#noah x jonas #louis hofmann #max schimmelpfennig #jonas kahnwald #hanno tauber #au rp #my edit #dark netflix #german actors #me

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stimboardhell · 1 year

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|🌊 🔪 🌊 | 🔪 🌊 🔪 | 🌊 🔪 🌊|

Island of the slaughtered - Noah ~

#~mine~#~safe for all~#horror stimboard #island of the slaughtered #dark stimboard #island of the slaughtered noah #stimboard #total drama au #total drama noah #island of the slaughtered stimboard

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muerder-snail · 1 year

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Ok so my autistic brain decided these two are father and son and I have my reasons!

Believe it or not rise of the beast was made by Michael bay as much as we wish it wasn’t it was and yes I know the times don’t match up but here’s my thoughts.

Mirage aka dino from dark of the moon is our new mirages dad the making mirage from rise of the beast a Jr and Dino a senior and with the addition of caster this all changes because caster wound the third, mirage the second and Dino the first.

But here’s the story I came up with! Dino escaped cyberton with his son losing his wife in the process. Mirage jr. was put in to hiding while his father joined the fight but during the rise of the beast movie mirage jr. came out of hiding he hid with Noah after the battle but with no word from his father. Dino was sadly killed by con’s making mirage an orphan but later down the line caster was born and mirage named them after his father but caster decided to choose a human name and so he became Caster Dino Diaz.

I have a little more proof but it’s probably nothing honestly.

I couldn’t find a good photo but Noah’s suit does have a little sword dagger thing that replaces the gun as a certain point before it goes back to the gun and so does Dino!

Now his do come off and turn in to cool ass chain syth thing but to take in to consideration Norage my be more like his mother.

#fanfic #fanfiction #transformers #transformers mirage #transformers Dino #dark of the moon #transformers au #transformers movie #transformers oc #transformers noah #transformers rotb #rise of the beasts

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torybrennan · 3 months

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every so often i am plagued by the question of tack’s mother

#WHOMST.#max rants about project nemesis #wendell obviously did not adopt #tack’s mother being dead would have come up in book 1 with all of noah’s dead mother shit #he would absolutely have been like. well MY mother died too. what’s HIS excuse #no it has to be that she abandoned tack and wendell #leaving wendell yeah i can see that. but leaving tack WITH wendell? dude #that’s so fucked up. how does tack not bring that up ever #he must hate talking about it so much #maybe there’s a no dark star au. min and tack go on a road trip looking for his mom

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aloneatpeace · 1 year

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 6

you walk into store and there was jeeps standing beside is some mens you haven't seen . the men's where well build and tall . when one you looking at him he wink at you before resuming their conversation.

you enter the store pulling out some chips and drinks when you try to open the freezer to get some ice cream it's stuck and you're already tired from the dinner.

" you need some help " someone say from behind and it's non another than Mr Argent " hey i saw you at the school "

you give him a smile praying he won't relise how tense you are " yeah I'm a friend with Alison . I saw you too "

"let me guess you're y/n " you node at him " ahha Alison talks about you said that you're good friend to her " he point towards freezer and you move out the way

he open the freezer with grunt " yeah she is good friend too " you said and he move out the way letting you take whatever you want.

"what are you doing here at this late ? " he ask with a serious expression you stay silent for a minute he look at confused " I'm not invading your privacy" he said you can feel his concern was real and didn't have any ill intentions

you shake your head " I know what you mean Mr argent, murder and missing is happening " he node at you " me and my sister had dinner at friends house on way home I thought why not have some late night snack and here I am "

" yeah the police still don't know who doing it. I heard a girl was attacked last night" Chris and you walk towards the cashier he had a couple of beers cans and sodas

"yeah viki was her name, i was there something bite her but she is alright now " you answer . you can practically hear the gears running in his head trying to figure out the supernatural that causing the havoc in town

"you were there on spot? " he question with serious look on his face you node your head giving your items to cashier and paying the bills

" yeah she was found in the woods near and there was blood gushing out her neck and we helped her to get the hospital "

"that's disturbing " he state paying his bills.

" it's was, and i lost a nice pair of scarf trying to stop the blood " you and Chris walk out the store the men in jeep straighten up when they see Chris coming out.

" well you good home safe kid " he said as he hand the beer to the men that winked at you, he glance at you before leaving.

you node at him giving small smile " you too, good night mr argent " you walk away from them.

when you make it home bonnie was already made a fire and layed a blanket in the backyard.

" look what I have " you yell happily and sat beside her. you pass her ice cream she take it.

she let out a sign after talking a spoon full " I needed this "

" I agree we haven't done this in a while kinda missed it " you look up the sky it's clear starts shinning gorgeously.

" well you have been spending a lot a time with stiles and scott lately " she said with false accusation look but behind her playful eyes you can see she is truly a bit hurt and your chest tighten at feeling of making your sister sad.

"hey do you feel like I'm leaving you behind? " you ask honestly

she let out laugh " I'm just joking y/n " she glance back at the sky.

" all jokes aside bonnie if you really felt that I'm so sorry. I know I have been spend more time with them and not with you but bonnie if you ever need me Or if you want to talk about anything I'll be here for you . " you state soberly

bonnie has little tears in her eyes she pull you in to hug " you are tolerable when you are sweet other times you're pain in the ass " she pull away laughing

" I was serious bonnie not sweet " you said in your mom voice making bonnie laugh again

"You wanna have sleepover at dads house " Bonnie ask slowly it's sore subject for both you.

" You know nothing ever good come out of it he hates me " Your voice was small and soft

" Hey he doesn't hate you "

"I'm alright with it. I never wanted him to love me I know I'm not his real daughter and he isn't expected to take that place for me he isn't obligated to " But you know you wish he did.

"Y/n I'm sorry " Bonnie take a hold of your hand.

You let out small laugh " There is nothing to sorry for. you have to have a same blood to be a family . You taught me that remember "

Bonnie smile at you with proud look on her face muttering a small yeah.

" And i have this town sheriff and our hospital nurse to fuss over me and two ducklings is just a bounce "

" Yeh and I'm glad that you do " It's was true she was very grateful for them to have your back and you too.

you and bonnie lay down gazing at the sky sharing stories and snacks "look that one so bright it's look like it's coming towards us " bonnie pointing at the one bright star and does look like it's coming towards you. bonnie leave when it's starts to get cold. " don't stay up longer get sleep okay " she said as she stand up taking the tubs of ice cream and snacks with her

" yeah I will " you close your eyes shutting out everything at most peace and you let yourself fall in it.

Unknown to you a pair of eyes watch you in under the clock of night .the predatory gaze fixed on the beating of your heart and relaxed breath.

In the morning stiles and scott tell you come by derek house and you did not expect to see derek in handcuffs .

" y/n we found half of body.! " stiles exclaim running to you with scott behind him.

" what??? why didn't you wait for me " you scolded them .

" I literally tried to kill you last night so we thought let sleep peacefully today " scott whisper still guilty about what happened.

at scotts defected face you couldn't be angry at him. "it's fine next time call me alright"

" yeah and guess what she werewolf too and there was wolfbanse with the bodie " stiles show you flower

when scott sits in the jeep you and stiles move to police care were derek was in

derek glare at the two of you " what???you are scaring us?, you have the bodie why do you have the bodie? " you ask him.

stiles chime in " okey just so you know we are not scared of you " derek bare his teeth at you stiles flitch back you tilt your head at derek " okey maybe I just am but it doesn't matter. you killed the girl and she is werewolf too but different is that why kill you her? "

derek face was conflicted as look between you " why are you so worried about me when it's your friend that going to be a problem. when he shift on the filed do you think they are going to cheer him y/n?? you can't help him without me " derek gaze was dull as he look at you.

stiles was pulled out of car . you turn to derek " did you really kill her? " you plead

"no I didn't. trust me y/n " derek was certain making you look at for minute before you get out the car.

noah and stiles was talking more like stiles exhausting noah.

" I'm just trying to help!" stiles said you walk towards them and stand next to him

Noah sign when he see you " Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?"

Stiles, realizing he's in trouble, starts to evasively talk himself out of it

" We were looking for Scott's inhaler..." stiles glance at you and you node at Noah

Noah impatiently question " Which he dropped when?"

" The other night..." stiles said

" The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

nodding stiles say " Yes."

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

" Yes."

your eyes widen " wait " and Stiles and share panicked look

Stiles cringes when he realizes he just outed himself and Scott and tries to backtrack

"No."

Stilinski gives Stiles a hard look, and Stiles realizes he's been caught and sighs

" Oh, crap..."

Stilinski, sounding exhausted and out of patience, stares at Stiles intensely " So, you lied to me."

" That depends on how you define "lying..." you look at Stiles with disappointment

" Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?" Noah as

"Um... reclining your body in a horizontposition?"

Stiles gestures with his hands to emphasize his point, and Stilinski, annoyed and irritated, finally just dismisses him

" Get the hell out of here." Noah Eager to get out of this tense conversation, Stiles wastes no time doing exactly as he's told for once]

" Absolutely." stiles and you start to walk

"not you y/n stay " Noah said you stop walking stiles too

" what????why ? "stiles ask his dad

Noah close his eyes for moment truly exhausted at stiles you turn to stiles " go wait for me " you said to him stiles shake his head you harden your gaze at him " now stiles " he reluctantly leave .

Noah let out sigh you cross your arms looking down at guilty " I know what you're going to ask and yes I was with them "

you glance at him praying he won't be mad at you . Noah wasn't just your best friends dad he been your like a father to you more than your father ever did. he was there when won race clapping along side with Melissa and with your boys.and him being disappointed in you hurts

"y/n you know what's happening here two dead bodies is found by lake . you can't just walk around night we can't even find who is behind it all " Noah tell you softly he knew you would be harsh on your self if he said he is disappointed in your actions. " just promise you would be careful keep them in line seems like only you could do that " Noah let out tried laugh

you smile at " yes sir " . you glance last time at derek and he was looking at you as well. you node your head before walking to stiles

you , Scott and stiles go the woods were no one knows because you need some privacy to talk and with vampire and hunters running around you could never know who is listening to you.

" everyone is fine no one saw you changing " you inform them after ending the call with her.

Scott frown " everyone expect derek he saw and it and threatened me to control myself before I kill anyone "

"classic derek " stiles said. you all sit down the ground in circle.

"yeah and my girlfriends hunter who clearly hunting for me a monster and i don't think I will never be normal again " Scott frown. you and stiles glance at each other with understanding scotts struggle.

you take scotts hand in yours " look they are not looking for you there because you didn't kill any of that people and you're not monster Scott. just because you're a werewolf now that doesn't make you monster " you firmly state before taking your hand

" our real problem is the vampires in town " stiles add.

" yeah I told bonnie about " you confess Scott and stiles look at you like you are crazy.

" why would you do that? !!!" stiles yell

"because if I didn't she won't know what's happening around her. stiles she is friends with elena and these Salvatore brothers is obsessed with her. they likely to get bonnie killed if she doesn't know what's going on. tanner died and I'm pretty sure David eat him as dessert after dinner" you yell back and stiles raise his hands in surrender.

when you see Scott frown at you know what he is silently asking " no I didn't told her her about you it's your choice who you want to tell "

"I think in our current situation you being a wolf is helpful. " stiles said with gleefully wide eyes

Scott frown more and you tilt your head " how? " you both simultaneously.

"werewolf bite is Poision vampire it can cause hallucinations agony and eventually death so if you're they try to attack you you can save yourself " stiles give him a encouraged smile with tumbs up.

you smile at new Scott face brighten at this " yeah I can save us "

you let out giggle at his boyish smile feeling content.

bonnie has been on edge since the morning you left her saying your friends called you. she is worried about you worried what you said is true even though you play around she knows you won't make joke about someone getting murdered and part of herself believe what you said but other part refuse to it. after her talk with Caroline, she decided to call you.

you three were laying down peaceful when your phone ring you sit up when you see it's bonnies making them sit up too.

" hey you alright? " was first thing you say beside you stiles motion to put it in speaker which you does.

" hey i talked to caroline and she really not her self what you said might be true and i don't know what to do " bonnie voice is dismayed

Scott and stiles glance at each other before looking at you waiting for continue

" where is she now? "

"she going to the founder party remember and her date is damon . I don't know what to do "

you think for minute and look up to Scott with mischief smile on your face Scott shook his head at you knowing you're coming up with some dumb idea.

" shit I forgot about that. do you have date though ? "

"nope "

" perfect wait for Scott to pick you up he'll be there "

" what...? "

"bye Bonnie".

" wait ... " you end the call.

Scott look horrified stiles fall back laughing so hard at him.

" why would you that?! " Scott wails

" because in three of us you are our best chance to keep eyes on bonnie Caroline and Elena " you state in duh tone.

Scott frown even more " how ?wouldn't they know I'm werewolf ?"

" not unless you wolf out . just look out for them don't interfere " stiles answer

Scott still look unsure and you take his hands in yours " you don't have to do it if you don't want to I'll go with her you both could dig out anything that can help "

Scott shake his head looking at you " no you don't have to as you said im the best option and I'm not sending you with two murderous vampire party "

" hey i can handle my self " you give him a offended face even though it's warms your heart to know that he still care about you .

Stiles drop you at scotts so you could help him out get dressed up for the party. you pulled out nice black tuxedo with matching shirt scott come out his bathroom.

You give him the tux leaving the room for him to change.

" You can come in now " Scott call out you open the room to see him fiddle with cuffs of the tux his hair is unruly curls everywhere.

" No tie or anything? " He ask

"No . No tie you're fine just like that " You help Scott to fix his hair it's neat but not too neat .

You could feel the nervous rolling out off him " Hey how are you? " You ask him making him look at you confused with a frown on his face.

" What? "

You push him to sit on his bed and sit beside him " Scott you literally turned into a wolf against your will ,derek threating you being hunted my hunter for something you didn't do. I know we didn't really talk about it which is not okey we are expecting you be okey with what happened to you and here you are taking it all without backing down. I'm even pushing you do this " You have tears your eyes when fully understand how serious and traumatizing would from him to go through all this when you are all just teenager .

Scott smile at with tenderness and affection "well I haven't been good friend either. When you were getting chased by it. We never really talk about just move along with it "

You shake your head looking down picking the fabric of his comforter "it's not the same . You have to go through this every full moon and your aggression change could reveal who you're to everyone. " Scott grab your hands taking them in his

" Hey we both didn't want to get chased by it but it happened and about the control problem I think I got hang of it after the lock room... " He trail off did he imagine your eyes glow blue after that his anger and mind have been at constant peace he been able to control himself well

He glance at you with narrowed eyes

" what ?" You sniff silently he just shake his head dismissing his thoughts.he tuck the hair that on your face cradling your head before putting his forehead on yours you wrap your hand on his neck

You both sigh unaware of the blue mist that covering you both as if it's protecting both of you from a hidden threat .

" We wil be alright" Scott said

bonnie was ready to go to the party when the door bell ring. when she open the door a nervous looking Scott standing wearing a black tuxedo . he give her a small smile .

bonnie sigh " she wasn't kidding"

"no she was not " Scott add wordless bonnie and Scott move to her car and they drove to the party .

the drive painful silent as he used to you and stiles bickering.

bonnie look at from the Conner of her eyes ." i assume you also know about the...."

" vampires ..yes " Scott complete her sentence as he saw her hesitation.

"yeah... and you believe her ?" bonnie questions him.

Scott raise eyebrow at her " Don't you believe her ?"

she glare at him " ofcourse i believe her she is my sister...it's just unreal it's not Twilight movie for Christ sake ."

only if you know me Scott mumbled under his breath but bonnie was too into her thoughts to her .

" don't you think what's happening her a bit too strange and y/n told as about your visions and what your grams saying about you being witch "

"that could be coincidence Scott ?" bonnie said taking a turn still looking nervous enough making Scott sigh helplessly at her unwilling to accept the fact but he can't blame her . if someone came and told him that he would be turning into literal wolf he would laugh and walk away .

then again Scott is not ready to tell her about his condition not knowing how she would react .

Scott pat her on the shoulder " it's okey we'll figure it out our main focus to make sure Caroline is okey and you both to be safe "

bonnie look at him with suspiciously " you and Stiles never been friends with neither me or Caroline so why bother " even it came out as rude both Scott and bonnie know she is asking purely out of curiosity.

"hey i don't really talk to you because you scare me some times and I do care about you because you're good person and my bestfriends sister " Scott answer

bonnie give him a teasing smile " i scare you ?" .

Scott shift in his seat before whispering" yeah .."

bonnie laugh at him finding it funny that your friend is scared of her soon Scott smile with her to the tension on the car fading away .

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mikrokosmcs · 1 year

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you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ? + [VIBRATION]

Noah siente el primer pinchazo de placer en el centro de su ser, es una descarga que le corre desde dentro hacia afuera y no puede evitar reírse a pesar de que la vulnerabilidad del momento, le tenía en completa desventaja ante el pelirrojo. Había sido un juego divertido que iniciaba como todo lo que ellos hacían, de forma salvaje y descontrolada, decidiendo agregar pequeñas cosas a sus encuentros que, aunque dispersos, para Noah significaban que seguía teniendo valor y que Taekyung seguía gustando de su persona. El juguete descansaba perfectamente bien dentro de su ser, seguramente tibio y probablemente completamente humedecido por la preparación que sus propios dedos hicieron en su persona. Envió un enlace entre la conexión personal del hacker y él, junto con un mensaje escrito desde “m3l1ss4” que como su nombre código indicaba, era un mensaje sugerente y que abriese el adjunto cuando creyera que estaba listo para usarlo. Noah era un mocoso, uno que gustaba de la atención y no era para menos que luego de su actuación sobre el escenario, decidiera probar su suerte y tentar su valía yéndose a otra mesa con un cliente que no era ni por asomo, Taekyung. Lo provocó, se ganó que le castigue y, aun así, se sentía emocionado por el vibrar del juguete que podía ir de cero a cien en cualquier momento. Su lado masoquista quería saber que tan cruel podía ser Taek con él. - —¿No lo has pasado bien? — -cuestiona, apretando sus brazos en torno a los hombros del otro, pegándose aun más a su espalda y besando su oreja. La diestra baja por su pecho, acariciando su torso, las uñas pintadas de negro y sutilmente más largas arañan un poco el camino. - —Me has dejado entre chatarra y putas baratas que se creen costosas, me he sentido solo.

#* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dialogue ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ kim noah ⠀ ❫#* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dynamic ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ noah & taekyung ⠀ ❫#xwishingscar #* ⠀ 🧁 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ plot ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ deus ex machina ⠀ ❫#* ⠀ 🧁 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ verse ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ in darkness i flee like a ghost; but you find me; stretch out both hands to catch me ⠀ ❫#fdkjdlsdsds there they are #the nasty boys(?)#no me especificaste nada so me fui con el au que me dio la idea primero fdjksdld #s*

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nerdraging4point0 · 6 months

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Nerdy's MasterPost

There isn't much to say other than I am an aspiring author and take great pride in my work. Writing has always been a hobby of mine, and I hope to publish my work one day.

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Power Play (Bad Omens-Noah Sebastian Hockey Player AU)

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total-drama-brainrot · 7 months

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Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, after the 'London Adventure' and the truth being revealed, Chris then decides to make this a reward challenge... The reward is that EVERYONE gets to be in First Class, with NOAH... Chris and Noah are curious to see, who will be brave enough to actually enter First Class, after learning about Noah's insanity... How would Courtney + Gwen + Duncan reacts to seeing the video of Noah's insane side showing? 😈 Would Alejandro and Noah still be friends? 😈

Listen, as much as this idea is so fucking funny to me, I really don't think it'd work from a storytelling perspective.

Though (not to push any agendas here, but-) if Chris were to hypothetically have the remaining contestants go against Noah in an enclosed space, in a sort of predator-vs-prey scenario, it'd probably play out something like The Beast chapter in Slay The Princess... without the "eating them alive" aspect, of course.

(Heavy Content Warning for that link, by the way. There's a lot of violence/gore/body horror, among other stuff, by virtue of it being a horror game.)

Maybe he'd lock everyone in the First Class cabin and turn off all of the room's electronics, so the only source of light in the cabin would be the wavering moonlight from whatever tiny windows are dotted around. Noah would use the cover of darkness to his advantage and toy with his competitors in a similar vein to how the Ripper had in their challenge that day, darting silently through the shadows to 'capture' his castmates, picking them off one by one.

It'd be a fun game of cat-and-mouse for Noah. For the others? It'd be a living nightmare. They wouldn't have the luxury of knowing that Noah wouldn't really hurt them, and the bloodlust they'd seen on that screen would be terrifying to watch but downright petrifying to experience first hand. They would be genuinely fearing for their lives, in a way that Chris hadn't been able to prompt since the early days of Island, and the host would love it.

Not that he would do that. And not that Noah would actually attack anyone either. (Without reason to, of course.)

But you are right about one thing; if this AU were to become a fully-fledged story, the London challenge would have to be a reward, just to keep Noah in the competition. Because he literally snapped Zeke's arms like chopsticks- his team would vote him out in a heartbeat just by virtue of him being so dangerous.

Which means the whole of Team Chris (plus Duncan) would be sharing a poorly-lit, structurally unsound cabin with someone they're terrified of.

...Owen notwithstanding, since Owen's a sweetheart and he knows Noah.

But the others would be immediately on guard around him. Noah, knowing there's no reason to keep up his ruse of sarcastic apathy, would probably relish in their fear- he enjoys tormenting people, after all, especially when that torment is purely psychological. So he'd carry on playing the 'unhinged, bloodthirsty sociopath' just to watch the others squirm.

He'd probably make a huge show of still having the Ripper's knife, tucked safely in the sleeve of his white undershirt, and comment that he and Duncan could be 'knife buddies' or something. If only to see how the punk's pierced face would drain of all colour at the prospect of Noah having a sharp object. (Duncan would absently rub at the puncture scars on his hand, to Noah's delight.)

But it'd eventually get boring, I imagine, so Noah would do something to reassure his teammates that he's not some ethics-devoid monster hellbent on destruction. Because having your teammates be in a state of constant paranoia around you would get annoying after a while, and it'd impact their performance in the competition (which Noah isn't really all that concerned with, but Owen is, so Noah doesn't want to do anything to jeopardise their chances of winning challenges).

So he'd drop the exaggeration of his more violent traits, and intentionally show off the unharmful aspects of himself- namely by koala-clinging to Owen and acting 'normally' like they'd done before the London challenge, and/or by approaching Tyler to ask how he was feeling after being stretched on the rack and sheepishly apologise for leaving him behind (showing empathy and remorse, to humanise himself n front of his teammates).

He's insane, not heartless.

As for Alejandro...? I have no idea. Would he even want to risk approaching Noah to find out if their shared comradery was all a ruse? Would whatever tentative trust he had in Noah be completely shattered by the reveal? Or would he be so engulfed by his need to win the competition that he only views this new development as a boon, since now Noah can be more of a physical asset for their team?

It'd probably be a mix of all of these. Alejandro would be left off-footed by the reveal of p!Noah's 'true self' (however much of his 'true self' he's willing to show to others) but I imagine he'd be quick to ally himself with the guy who can break bones like they're chalk and deceive a whole cast of people for two and a half seasons, regardless of any personal misgivings.

#anyway i think it's funnier to leave gwen and courtney in the dark for a while. team amazon tries explaining it to them but--#they refuse to hear it. really? noah? the guy who was almost voted out third in island because he wouldn't throw a dodgeball? that guy?#and noah is overjoyed that there's still people who'll underestimate him on the jet. even moreso because now he has a captive audience for-#when he intentionally carries on the ruse with gwen and courtney. the others watch it happen like witnesss of a trainwreck.#p!noah's a chaos gremlin who thrives on sewing discourse and brewing malcontent #BUT he's not a mindless violence machine. he's just a little silly.#also could you imagine chris setting up a whole ass challenge where he lets noah run wild? it's a shame the horror challenge for the wt--#already happened because p!noah would make SUCH a good 'killer'.#total drama #td noah #td owen #td alejandro #td duncan #team chris is really really really really hot #chris mclean #psycho!noah au #silly ideas #others' ideas #replies #cw violence

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dark-breakers · 1 year

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Gordon Hotaling

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Relatives: Deceased Wife, Aiden (Son), Naos (Creation/Son), Corvus (Creation/Son)

Alias: The Creator, Father (Naos, Corvus, and Aiden), Mr. Hotaling

Age: 40 (At Death)

Occupation: Fazbear Entertainment Employee (Formerly)

Base Appearance: Short dirty blonde hair, fair skin, a stubble beard, and brown eyes.

#dark breakers #sams shattered star au #sams oc #human oc #zombie apocalypse universe #noah peterson alternate

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404badwolf · 11 months

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The cover for fanfic "Your Dick Is Now Mine" by author Noah on the Ficbooks

#au rp #slash fanfiction #louis hofmann #max schimmelpfennig #jonas kahnwald #hanno tauber #dark netflix #german actors #noah x jonas #my edit

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zuureleena · 11 months

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NocoVember 2023 | Week 2 ♡ Angst [Island of the Slaughtered]

[tw for slight blood, iots spoilers, close ups & textless ver below cut] wait FUCK I GAVE HIM 6 FINGERS 😭😭😭

i've been envisioning this drawing for MONTHS now and i'm so glad that i turned out exactly how i wanted it to!!

and honestly, i applaud @eavee-ry sm for making this insanely cool au 😭🙏 all the drawings made me so awestruck and as a fellow artist, i'm js rlly proud of them 🥹🫶

ALSO to any1 who thinks noah looks whitewashed, understand that i had to desaturate him to make sure he blended well with the moonlight and dark atmosphere! [saying this bcs one person on tiktok said he looked whitewashed 😭 and i had to explain that this is js how ppl w/ noah's skin (like myself) js works in the moonlight]

#td #tdi #td noah #td cody #noco #cody x noah #noah x cody #total drama #iots #island of the slaughtered #noah of the waters #nocovember #nocovember2023 #angst #td fanart #digital art

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it took the end of the world to bring you to where you were supposed to be. (18+, 5.5k words) ghost (+ johnny) x fem!reader (apocalypse au -> dark content ahead)

you know it is luck that you are still alive. in times of anarchy, it isn't the soft and weak hearts that remain. only the unfeeling stay alive. the ones that are willing to do what others are not. the lot that know what isolation feels like. the ones familiar with survival and everything that comes with the wounds it leaves behind.

the loneliness. the paranoia. the heat of hunger and the impossible itch of thirst, on top of the fact that running for your life is second nature to you now.

if it wasn't the sick and dead lurking in the shadows, it was the live ones that would take you. and you have seen what they can do, and you have watched what the opportunities of the unbecoming have given them, and you vow that you will kill yourself with your own dull army knife than let yourself succumb to that kind of death.

you'd rather be eaten alive by the things that don't understand than the ones that do, because they don't know any better, and the others do, and they know what they are doing isn't human, but they don't care.

whether they eat for survival, for pleasure, for power, it is becoming more and more difficult to discern between the sick and the healthy, and in that in-between, you've decided to be on your own.

you know the loneliness will eat at you from the inside. but you are comforted by the fact that you are not being eaten from the outside.

you sleep in the trees tonight. you climb, high enough to be out of sight, and then you use the rope in your pack to anchor yourself to the trunk. as soon as your head falls back, you fall asleep. you have been walking for days now, you think, and with nothing in your belly except for a few scavenged snacks, sleep comes easy.

when you wake up in the morning, you feel the crisp edge of the sky against your face, and you know it will rain soon.

if there is a god above, they will wash you away with it. you hope, at least. you don't know if this is how you imagined noah's ark--the cleansing of the earth, a flood great enough to wipe it of what they deem ugly and unimaginable and irredeemable. and god must be a man, because only a man would unleash something like this that comes with consequences he never intended--the fact that it didn't fucking work. in his effort to eradicate the fucked up pieces of shit he supposedly created by his own hand, he unleashed them.

he set them free.

and like a man, instead of fixing his fucking mistakes, he turns a blind eye. he forgets. he allows it to manifest, and now that it is out of control, he will blame the sins of what he's done on someone else, someone like you. the innocent. the unknowing. the small and the weak, the ones who he said would inherit the earth, where is he now that there is nothing to inherit? how come he's allowed to go back on his promises, and i'm not? what have i done so wrong that this is the lifetime you gave me?

you don't know why you care. you don't know why you've survived and why you keep trying to. you don't know what drives you forward, but there must be something. there has to be something waiting for you, because you don't think your life can fall any lower than this.

but fuck, there are other plans for you.

there's no one to hear you scream. they cut the branch, unravel the rope, and one of them has gotten ahold of your legs, and they're dragging you. you cry, you scream, you thrash, but all your clawing hands do is leave sporadic trails in the dirt. they laugh, you think, but you cannot hear them over the blood that rushes in your ears.

your nails are raw when they flip you over onto your back. they bleed from how you scratched to be let go, and you don't know why you fight this, but you just have this voice inside you that screams that this can't be how this ends. this can't be the way you go--this isn't the what you deserve, this isn't fair--

you vow to leave your mark. when they come closer, you don't let them come easy. you claw at their faces, rip out chunks of their hair, and when another comes close, you use your teeth, biting off chunks of their flesh, tasting blood, because i won't make it easy for you, i won't go silently, i'll leave you worse than you leave me, i'll take you with me if i fucking have to.

and when it stops, you sob. suddenly everything is still, and there are no hands on you anymore, and all you can see through the blood in your eyes is the sky above you, and how it is early morning, and there's a flock of birds passing by overhead. they fly peacefully. they have no idea what they're observing--the struggle of being alive, the humanity of your will to live, the defiance of dying at their hands, they have no idea that they are witnessing the death and rebirth of something fragile, something so delicate.

you sit up on your hands shakily, and you swallow hard as you look around. to your horror, your savior is a man.

bodies surround you. there's blood staining the dead leaves along the forest ground, trickling from sickening wounds in heads. in one hand, the man in front of you holds a dirty stone, large and jagged, and the sharp edge of it is darkened with red and drips on the tips of his boots. he has wild blue eyes, and while his hair is grown out, it is carefully cut along the sides. his dark hair falls in effortless curls along his forehead and at the base of his neck, and when he meets your eyes, he smiles, wickedly.

he wields other methods of killing people, but he chose a fucking rock. and you think he must be crazy.

you shake, and you find your balance, crawling back on your hands to get away from him, but you're only able to crawl a few feet before your back hits an imposing wall.

you gasp, jerking to the side, and you bow your head to cry when there is another man behind you. this one towers, broad and big, and he wears a sickening skull mask that shadows any human part of him. he might not even be human--maybe he's as dead as everyone else.

you hiss when your hair is pulled. crouching at your level now, the one that wears a real face stares down at you, still smiling. he's chuckling now, licking his lips, and you lean forward and spit at him. it lands on his cheek, a mess of saliva and blood, but his eyes seem to only sparkle. his smile widens.

"what do we have 'ere, LT?" he snickers, and you gather the saliva in your mouth and spit it at his feet this time. there's more of a mess of cartilage and blood and spit, but instead of disgusting him, he just grins up at the ghost behind you. "with a will ta live. ever seen anythin' like it?"

"she's dead fuckin' weight." even his voice has you shaking, low and gravelly, and you hold back a whine when you're let go of. the scottish one is yanked backwards by the scruff of his hair by his superior, who bends to growl in his ear. "she'll only hold us back. dunno why y'even had to intervene, she'll not make another fuckin' day."

"fuck you," you snap, wiping at your face with a trembling hand. you wipe at the tears under your eyes, coughing, and you stare back up at him. with the sun in his face, you can see his eyes. they are dark, and they are unforgiving.

he is one of the ones who is free. he is one of the ones that god intended to kill, and yet here he stands, stronger than ever. and even though you know he's a murderer, an undeserving, broken inside and scarred on the outside, he'll outlive you because he thrives in the anarchy of what is left behind, and you are consumed by it all.

"let's go, johnny," he spits, and you close your eyes. you don't know why you were spared your life. you don't know why luck has been on your side, you don't know why men are what punish you and save you, but you cannot escape them. they send you to slaughter, and then they pick you out of the pen, and you wish you had more control.

you want to be more than this. you want to be more than whatever it is you're made of. you are not meant to be here, you're not meant to be alive, but you are, and fuck, you're so tired of it.

johnny belongs to him. it's obvious, in the way that he lets that man pull on him and order him around, even if they are adorned in military fatigues. you imagine there is no authority anymore, but he listens to that beast anyway, because he's getting up onto his feet, letting it guide him away from you.

if you want to live, you'll have to tame that beast.

"i-i can be useful," you say softly. your eyes are wet and big, and you look up at them as they stand over you. johnny turns his head, looking at his handler, who tilts his head to the side and glares at you. he does not believe you, at least that's what it feels like, but you look right into his eyes and take a deep breath. "you'll just kill me if i'm not. w-what do you have to lose?"

the hum he lets out isn't an agreement, but he doesn't say no either. so when he turns to walk away, you stand, brush your bloodied jeans off, and you follow them. johnny trails, putting you between them. you're pretty, but he doesn't trust you yet, but you're also aware of the eyes you feel on you from behind. when you catch him staring at your ass, he doesn't pretend to look anywhere. he simply giggles.

they are a unit. they can speak without words. johnny tells you his handler's name is ghost. his lieutenant, a man of many talents, and you refrain from rolling your eyes at his sergeant's praise. but instead, you look up at him, and you smile, and you nod, and you give him those doe eyes that you can tell make him a little dizzy.

at night, they alternate keeping watch. they carry lots of gear, and while one guards in his sleep, the other stands in the shadows and keeps their head on a swivel. they take efficient rounds of sleep, getting their rest in while keeping their senses on alert. the first night, you aren't able to sleep. you are too afraid of johnny and how he smiles, because he's a dog, and you don't know when ghost will let go of his leash.

and you are too afraid of ghost, because he looks at you like he wants to kill you, and when he does, you'd like to look him in the eyes for it. you want him to know that you might not be strong like them, might not be the kind of survivors that they are, but you aren't a coward.

you aren't a man, and you'll die the way a woman should--with her fucking dignity.

the days pass easier. ghost hunts, and johnny cleans. ghost scavenges, and johnny kills. and when there is food, johnny feeds it to you, and you put on your best face, opening your mouth, letting him spoon you a mouthful of something that warms your belly. johnny eats your lies right up, but one look at ghost, and you know he sees right through you. with each lick of your finger, he snarls, and with each foot you step closer to johnny, he growls.

he doesn't believe you. you need to make him believe you.

you see your opportunity. it crawls towards him on soft hands, flesh spongy and quiet from the weeks of decay and rot. you see its mouth, black teeth sharp and ready to sink into the meat of his calf, and you lunge, pushing the vase off the table and watching the heavy clay fall until it squishes the head into a heap of rotten matter and dead meat.

ghost turns, looks down, and when he looks back up, he sees you gasping for breath, heaving. there's a desperation in your eyes. it trickles between panic and worry, and you don't know how it is you wear it so well, but it manifests into wet tears that gather at the corner of your eyes.

he's not a beast. he's just a man. and when he passes by you, he reaches up and grips your face hard, nearly shaking you, but it isn't like any other time he's touched you. he glares down at you, right into your eyes, and you melt, stepping just that much closer, sinking your nails into fabric of his tactical vest and gripping it tight.

i can be useful. it rings in his ears as he looks down at you, the burden he has been carrying with him, and suddenly he drags you that much closer, until your open mouth touches the front of his mask.

even your determined conscience can't stop your legs from squeezing together when you feel the warmth of his breath.

i can be useful. i can be useful. i can be useful.

you can be the thing that wakes what is dead inside of him. you can be the virus that infects his veins, the dagger straight through his heart, the heat of the sun, the thing that builds back up what he's buried so far down. johnny keeps him human, but you'll keep his blood pumping. johnny satisfies the itch of authority that ghost needs to keep, but you challenge the fire he keeps under his tongue, and fuck, those eyes.

you pretend with johnny. you play the damsel in distress. you fawn, let him coo over your soft eyes, keen at his touch, but it is a game you play, and he sees it, he sees it, but this time, it doesn't make him angry, and he likes it, and fuck, have you always been this pretty?

you swallow your smile. his grips tightens, and you know you have him.

he's yours. and he's going to keep you. the world ends, god doesn't answer your prayers, the salt of the earth runs free, but it doesn't have to be the end for you. you will learn the hymn of what makes monsters move, and you will sing that song until you can't sing anymore.

you will learn their language, and you will convince them of what you are not, and keep what you really are a secret.

the good, the easy, the soft, you'll keep it inside, because that isn't who lives at the end of the world--it's ghosts that remain, and this one belongs to you.

this one belongs to me, this one is mine, this one you can't fucking have.

and maybe it's selfish. maybe it's wrong to think this way, to take from your saviors this way, because that is what they did, they did save you, but this is the only way you can make sure you make it out of here, that you live. a man takes, and a woman gives, but wouldn't it be nice if it wasn't always this way?

because the dead are still moving now, and there isn't humanity in the living; this is what you are owed.

you think it will be difficult to pretend. when it is night again, and you are staring up at the blue of johnny's eyes, you think it will be difficult, but it isn't. despite what you know he doesn't have, even though you know there isn't anything good in him, he still smiles, and he's so pretty, and you let him kiss you.

it's easy because he's warm. his voice low, his breaths heavy, and it feels like love, and it isn't hard to imagine yourself somewhere else. in another place, meeting him in another time, falling in love with him because it is the only thing you really have to worry about. if you lived another life, you wonder if you still end up here.

you wonder if he would eat your cunt this way in that other place. like he'll never have it again. if he's just as aggressive, spreading your thighs, trapping himself between them, slurping at your folds until you are nothing but a wet, leaking mess underneath him. you wonder if he would groan the way he does, gripping you tight enough to bruise, taking his fill because everything that begins has to end, but maybe if i keep making her see fucking stars, she'll let me stay here forever--

johnny's so much easier to control when he's pussy drunk. anything you whisper in his ear, he just nods, licking into your mouth, mumbling incoherently. he'll say yes to anything you say, and when the gruff call of his name pulls him away from you, he struggles to leave. it isn't obvious, the power you have over him, not to him at least. but it's real, and because he watches you even as he goes, you know he'll do anything for you.

he'll do anything for me. he'll live for me. he'll kill for me. but will he do it even if ghost tells him not to?

because that is the only question that matters. if you and ghost stand on either side of him, who will he go to when his name is called?

if i call both of their names, will they come to me?

if he calls my name, will i come to him? am i just the same? do i wear the collar, am i the puppy, is it me that fell and not the men i hate so much? how do i tell the difference between what the fuck is real and what isn't?

you don't know what time it is. it's dark outside, it must be the middle of the night, but you can make out ghost's silhouette in the doorway. you've been holed up here for some days, and he takes turns with johnny covering the perimeter. your legs are tired, and so are they, and the bed in this house gives way to a comfort and peace that you haven't felt in a long time.

you tilt your head to the side as you watch him there. you sit up, your hair falling around you, and you watch the shadow of him shift in the hallway there.

"scared of the dark, ghost?" you ask softly, and the way he stills tells you he didn't realize you could see him. he steps into the room, and the candle that flickers in the corner deepens the shadows that dance along his masked face.

"nothin' scares me," he murmurs, and you find his eyes in the dark. it unnerves you every time you stare at one another--his gaze is always so intense. he always looks in between all the layers you hide, and it's hard to remember what you are doing here when he looks at you this way.

"i don't believe that," you counter, and he narrows his eyes, shuffling closer, and you tilt your head back to look up at him. "you're terrified."

"not of wot y'think," he pushes back, but you shake your head.

"don't lie, simon," you whisper, and at the sound of his name, he reaches for your face--cups the underside of your jaw, grips the base of your throat, bends down to growl against the skin of your cheek. "are you jealous? is that what it is?"

"of wot?" he mutters, and you hold your breath when he grips your neck firmly. "of m'pet 'n his little lamb?"

"yes."

"nothin' to be fuckin' jealous of," he laughs, but it holds no humor. "what's his is mine."

"says who?" you breathe, and he pulls back to look at you again. there it is--the thing in your eyes that he cannot escape. he doesn't know what it is, but there is something there, and he craves it. he wants it more than anything else--more than food, than water, than survival, he wants to have it, to own it, to command whatever it is there because it's what he thinks he deserves.

he saved your fucking life, and this is the price for it--he gets to have the thing that lives in you that makes his fucking head spin, and you will give it to him, so help him god.

you kiss soft. he hasn't taken his mask off in a long while, but you move it up easily and without resistance, and now you're kissing him, and he moves without thinking. he hasn't even let johnny this close--he hasn't let him underneath his skin, not this way, and here you are, sighing against the scars he wears and kissing them anyways.

the ugly and the irredeemable, that is the skin he wears, and you love it anyways, and the ringing he always hears is gone because you don't seem to care. you caress his face, and you tug on the front of his vest, and then he is with you, and--he doesn't know if this is real.

when you pull away to look at him, his eyes flutter open. you don't say anything as you climb into his lap. the look you share, you don't know how to explain it, but you are almost afraid that it is understanding.

because it's the end of the fucking world, and he isn't capable of love, and you are only here to survive, and yet there is something here that you can't explain. god isn't real, he's just a man, but you think for a moment that that man might be simon riley because what the fuck is happening to me?

"simon--"

he kisses you this time. hungry, all-consuming. if there is anything you've learned about him in the weeks you've spent beside him, it's that he does everything with purpose or not at all. he has a will, a will of what you don't know, but of something, and he does everything with his entire chest. you've heard him talk to johnny when they think you're asleep, the pillow talk that you aren't supposed to be privy to, and suddenly you wonder if this is what johnny feels like--like the only person left in the entire world. because to matter to someone like lieutenant simon riley means you must've done something right, because he doesn't care about anything, and he doesn't love anyone, and--fuck.

he fucks like it, too. he fucks like he won't live another day, and maybe he won't. he fucks like it's the last time he'll ever see you, and it could be, and maybe that's why you're crying. you're sweaty, naked under him, and he can't stop kissing you. he breathes you in and swallows your breaths like it's what keeps him alive, and maybe it does.

"simon--" you cry, because it feels good, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. your hand rises, slipping under the mask, and your nails scratch over his shaved head underneath. god, it feels sacrilegious to feel him this way, to know what's under it, but it doesn't matter.

"know wot y'r doin'," he hums, and you claw at his back when he slows down. your knees try to widen to accommodate the width of him, and he puts two big hands on your thighs and pushes, nestling himself deep and pressing himself right up against your pelvis. "know y'r playin' tricks on johnny, on me--" you cry, and he tsks, shaking his head, "'s pathetic, luv...thinkin' y'could fool us both."

"i-i--"

a particularly rough thrust shuts you up, and you arch your back, pebbled nipples hard against the warmth of his chest as he chuckles, laughing at you, so mean.

he leans down, and all you can do is whine as he mutters into your ear. "johnny's so fuckin' distracted by y'r cunny, swee'eart. and fuck, i get it, 's such a sweet pussy, luv--" you whimper, grinding up against him, needing him to move, but he puts both hands on your hips and squeezes, holding you still. "--such a nice cunt, make a bloke forget all his fuckin' troubles, but i know--"

you yelp when he reaches up and grabs your face. his palm cradles the lower half of your face, squeezing your jaw, and he squeezes your cheeks as he looks down at you and snarls.

"i know wot y'are. wot y'r here for."

"you--" you sob. "'m here for you--"

"can lie to johnny all y'like, luv, but don't you ever--" you whine as he shakes you gently, "--don't y'ever fuckin' lie to me. y'r usin' us. known since we found ya."

you let out an exhale, a deep one. you find his eyes, and he looks down at you, and you swallow hard. because it's true, in a lot of ways--you could never love them, right? this could never be a real thing. the only men that are left are god's mistakes. when man broke off his rib to make a woman, he didn't know a beast like this would come from him someday, did he?

did he know his sons would try to kill each other? in each and every generation? is he watching the dead roam the earth and wondering why those ones died and ones like this one are still living and breathing?

the thing that you don't understand yet is that nothing will kill ghost. his father couldn't kill him, the dark couldn't kill him, the earth he was buried in couldn't kill him, and every bullet that scarred him had missed the vulnerable places of him by just that much. the virus couldn't kill him, and he has an inkling that even if he was bitten, somehow, he would still live because that's his fucking fate.

his fate is to live, to endure, to grieve, no matter what happens around him. the world collapses, and he watches, and he picks up pieces as he goes hoping they will last, but he knows they won't.

he doesn't know how johnny will die, but he will. he doesn't know how you will die, but you will, and he'll be there to watch. for some reason, there's a little comfort, because at least this means they won't be alone. johnny wouldn't handle being alone well, and neither would you, because johnny is a mutt, and you are a leech, and neither survive without a keeper and a host, something else to keep them alive.

"'s olright," he licks over your bottom lip. "'m keepin' you, luv. but let's get one thing straight, aye?" you grunt when he turns you roughly under him, forcing your face into the mattress and caging you underneath him. you can't move much, all you really can do is sit up on your knees a little and push back against him, burying him deep inside you again as he presses his hips flush against your ass. he tangles his hand into your hair, pulling your head back, and he plants a chaste kiss against your throat. "y'r not above me, pet. you can order around m'mutt all y'like. bet he'll like that..." you hum when he cants your hips, the tip of his cock hitting a nice, warm place inside you, "but y'r gonna do as i say. and be a good girl."

you open your eyes, looking up at him over your shoulder. you plant your palms against the mattress and push back against him again, moving just enough to encourage a few slow, wet grinds.

"anything you want, simon," you whisper, pressing your face into his neck, and he grunts as his hand disappears underneath you to cup your mound, hissing as he feels the place where his cock is moving inside you. "can have whatever you want, please--" you whine in his ear. "i won't lie to you! i-i...i won't lie..."

with his other hand, he cups your breast, squeezing, his thumb circling your nipple before he tugs on it gently.

"gonna be a good girl?" he asks. "gonna let johnny fuck ya? let my mutt have his fill?"

you nod, panting.

"are--" you sniffle. "--are you gonna take care of me?"

ghost laughs, as if it's a stupid question. he maneuvers you onto your knees, and as you start to push back against him more eagerly, you start to hear the jangle of the dog tags he wears. you want to turn around and pull on them, want to see his face when he comes, but you tell yourself that's for another time--that right now, you need to get him cumming and agreeable.

he leans over you, picking up the pace, punching his hips into your ass. the sound of your skin against his is wet and quick, and as you press your chest into the mattress, he starts hitting you so deep, the air feels tight in your chest.

"need to see you--!" you gasp, and when you're on your back again, you grab for his face. your knees spread again, welcoming him deep, and you force his eyes to stay on yours as you feel the rough grind of his hips starting to build up that sweet, soft feeling in you.

fuck--he's so big. every part of him, it swallows you, and this isn't any different. you come when you feel him, so much of it that it's leaking down your thighs because he stuffs you so full, and there's tears in your eyes, but he isn't sorry.

looking at him this way is jarring. you have really only ever seen his eyes incredibly dull, nothing in them except a void that you aren't able to understand. but you are using him, and he is using you, and you smile, because now you can read him, read what's reflected there.

when ghost shoves his cum-soaked fingers into your mouth, you don't fight it. you keen, arching your back as you let your tongue swirl around his thick fingers, and he tilts his head to the side as he watches you. he's making sure you're doing as he wants. he's making sure that you will be pliant and good, that you will do as you are told and nothing else because that is what he asks of you.

he's making sure that even though he knows you are not the submissive puppy you pretend to be, that you will be it anyways because if you don't, you won't like how he bites.

you and ghost are the same. you are equals, even if he will never admit it. you trade different parts of yourself, but this isn't about preservation, it's about survival, and you are willing to give yourself for it. you are willing to say yes, ghost, of course, whatever you want, because you aren't supposed to be alive anyways, but you might just have a chance if you hide in his shadow.

you're still on the bed when he dresses himself. he straps his vest back on, zips his pants, and you watch him lick his fingers clean before putting his gloves back on. you reach down, your mouth falling open when a glob of his cum slips out and dampens the sheets, and ghost has a hint of a smirk on before he rolls the mask back down.

"don' worry, luv," he mutters, reaching over and gripping your jaw rough. you pucker your lips, and he snickers. "soap'll fix you right up."

"soap?"

"mmm. the fuckin' thing is useless unless there's a mess to clean up, yeah?"

will you take care of me? will he take care of me when it's time? will he keep the dead out of my eyes and my blood inside?

he never answers your question. and deep down, you're certain it's because he would kill you, and maybe johnny would, too, because johnny does whatever he says, even if it isn't good for him. and you aren't sure if it's because this is his lieutenant or because saying yes is the only thing that make's sense anymore.

i can be useful. i can be useful. i can be useful.

when you are not useful anymore, you'll need to be the first to strike then. because maybe you don't deserve to live, but neither do they. god is a man, and he makes mistakes, and ghost is one of them, and he's eaten johnny's soul, and if you go down, you will take them with you.

god is a man, and he was a fool to think he could've cleansed the earth by himself.

it was the flood that cleansed it the first time, and mother nature always does her fucking job.

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