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cameronslilypad · 18 hours

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find me through my dealer - part four

summary: you and rafe have been in the same friend group for a while now, so you could be considered close, when he finds out you have a dealer who isn't him he demands you cut them off and use him instead. you both work out an arrangement you get 'discounts' and in return do him 'favours' (but are they really favours if the both of you enjoy it a little too much?) because that's what friends are for right? friends?

part one part two part three

you wake up to your phone ringing right next you your ear, you jolted up at the sheer shock you felt.

“what.” you ask without even looking at who’s calling you, you’re not in the mood for whoever just interrupted your sleep.

“woah, no need for the tone” he says with a light hearted chuckle, it’s rafe on the other end. you should’ve fucking guessed. although why would you’ve he’d barely spoken to you recently.

“alright, sure” you groan, already fed up with his bullshit.

“come see me” he begs, only now that you’ve woken up a bit you can tell by his tone of voice, and the light husk it carries. he’s high.

“i’m good” you respond. you’re still half asleep and cant be bothered to entertain whatever he wants you for.

“c’mon baby, i’ve got something for you” baby? he was literally ignoring you yesterday, what is this shit he’s playing at? but the need you can hear in his voice is what’s convincing you.

“okay” you hang up straight away, your hangover surprisingly isn’t that bad but you’re not feeling perfect so a bit of time will be needed to leave the house.

knock knock. its only been around 25 minutes since you were on the phone with rafe and you’re already at his doorstep.

“come in” rafe lets you in, wrapping his arms around waist, head ducked down so his chin is on your shoulder, as he leads you up to his bedroom. you sit cross legged on his bed, your not quite sure what to do with yourself.

“i was doing some of this and thought it would be fun for us to do it together. only if you want” he clarifies sitting next to you and pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. to this your mouth upturns into a slight smirk and you nod.

“you sure? i pre rolled you four joints for you if you don’t wanna do this” his eyebrows furrow as his eyes stare directly into your own. the genuine look in his eyes is making your head hurt, this was the same guy that fucked you last night practically without saying a word. you ignore that, you don’t want to ruin this time because of the past, even if it was less that 24 hours ago, maybe he wasn’t having a good day?

“you think i can’t handle it?” you tease, trying to change the mood from his caringness which is making you feel things you shouldn’t.

“oh don’t worry baby, i know you can take it” he chuckles and gets his phone out, opens the baggie and pours a small line onto the back of his phone which he passes to you.

“i’ve already crushed it so you can do it straight away” he tells you reaching behind him to get a rolled up bill from his bedside table, which he quickly passes to you. you feel the powder funnel up your nose, you quickly tilt your head up so it all stays up there. you use your finger to collect the little bit of dust still on rafes phone and rub it on your gums before passing his phone back to him. you’ve only just realized his eyes hadn’t seemed to have left you once, they’re slightly unfocused. who are you kidding, it’s probably from the lines he took before you even got there.

“i wanna try something m’kay but you need to tell me if at any point your not into it” he says gently, his touch is just as gentle as his thumb strokes your jaw.

“mhm, i can do that” you softly smile at him. in response he quickly throws his shirt off and chucks it into a corner of his room, unable to care less about where it went. he was a lot more careful when taking yours off, softly prying the fabric off your body and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he stood up, grabbing your wrist to stand with him but he quickly sinks to his knees in front of you pulling your bottoms down slow, unbearably slow. once you’d stepped your ankles out of them he gave your ass a quick squeeze and a chased kiss to your clothed clit before hurriedly standing up and shoving his jeans off of himself.

“right” he breathes out laying back on his bed and patting the space next to him, you comply and sit awaiting his next move. rafe pulls his boxers down slightly, to show his v line. you realize you’re starting to faintly feel the effects of the coke when he pulled the baggie back out, your confused and a bit concerned about where he just pulled it out of since he’d already taken his trousers off. him pouring a small amount of the powder in the line between his abs.

his abs, oh my days.

“here” he whispers out forcing your gaze away from his defined stomach and to his hand stretching the same rolled up bill towards you. you repeat the same actions you did merely five minutes ago, tilting your head up you see rafe looking at your, eyes dark and bottom lip pulled in between his teeth.

“one more baby” his voice is huskier now, the gravel to it makes your thighs clench a little, involuntarily. he pours the next one onto his v-line and pats his chest, which you take as your invitation to carefully straddle it, your back towards him. as you slowly lean your head down to where the perfect line of coke is rafe starts playfully snapping your thong in place whilst using the other hand to massage your ass. you have to retract your head to let out a deep breath, not risking the air blowing the powder away. once you finish the line you switch the positions of your legs and move a further down his body, so your still straddling him but your facing each other. you just sit there his hands moving up and down his sides, yours tracing the lines of his abs. it was now you were properly feeling your high, your head was feeling light and you weren’t positive that you had a nose or any teeth, but you were loving it. the moment between you and rafe lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours, not enough hours in your opinion.

“my turn” rafe finally says, his smirk so wide your surprised his face isn’t hurting. he unclips your bra and immediately puts his hands on your boobs, pinching your nipples then massaging the flesh. he lifts you off of him and lays you down on the bed. you weren’t sure what you expected but it wasn’t him pouring a line of coke directly onto your nipple, you were sure you’d never been this wet before and he hasn’t even touched you.

“best line i’ve ever done” he tells you, head now in the crook of your neck as his teeth graze your earlobe. your body shivers at this and your hips ever so slightly raise from the bed.

“hands and knees for me” rafe tells you, stroking your hair before moving from on top of you so you’re able to change your position. as soon as rafe is behind you he’s pulling your underwear to the side using his fingers to spread your wetness up to your clit. he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushes his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out of the fabric and immediately he’s slowly pushing into you. once he’d bottomed out he let out the most ungodly groan which made you gush around him.

“you like that huh? don’t worry, i like hearing you too” rafe chuckles into your ear, having pressed his body onto yours. pulling back to his original position, starting to thrust into you with a hard steady pace that is making your body jolt forward. one of his hands moves from the bruising grip on you waist to your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“come here pretty” his other hand also moves from your waist to push slightly on your stomach, making it so your back is pressed up against his chest. his hand moved from your hair to wrap around your neck.

“fuck, just like that” you groan out breathless and leaning your head back onto his shoulder, this new position has him hitting all the right spots inside of you.

“so perfect, milking me too well. don’t know how much longer i can last” his sentence comes out a bit choppy due to the power of his thrusts, that’s not what your focused on at all. the way he’s speaking to you right now you’re wanting to mother his children.

“i’m right there, oh my god” your hips start bucking on his dick as you feel yourself cumming, riding out your orgasm when you feel rafes cum start to leak inside you.

“let me get you cleaned” he says after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of you and giving you cheek a kiss, almost too soft for you to have noticed. after he cleans you up you both redress, picking the clothes up from all parts of the floor as rafe had thrown them without any sort of care. you can still strongly feel your high and your not in the mood to get yourself home, so you sit back in his bed and turn his tv on.

this isn’t weird we’re still friends right?

thankfully rafe doesn’t think it’s weird and lays next to you. around three episodes of some random show have played and you’re ready to go home now, the high has worn off and your body has relaxed a bit. almost as if he could read your mind.

“you staying?” rafe asks, face smushed in his pillow, half asleep. you want to say yes but you can’t bring yourself to, you don’t want your feelings to intensify and make it awkward for everyone.

“no it’s okay, i’m gonna go now” you softly spoke, turning your body to get out his bed.

“m’kay i’ll see your for brunch” brunch? oh shit becca planned a brunch tomorrow..

“okay bye” as you leave his house you realize what just happened. you said no to staying at rafes, because you didn’t want your feelings to grow. you’d stayed at his house many of times, admittedly usually crashing after getting drunk, but still. his soft kiddies, his gentle touches, his presence alone. for fuck sake, you like rafe cameron.

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pshcomforts · 2 months

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➳ falling in love | psh. & pjs.

collegestudent!sunghoon x fem!reader, collegestudent!jay x fem!reader (feat. wonyoung from ive)

“i feel falling in love with all my heart”

synopsis: you and sunghoon have become distant ever since he started going out with wonyoung, allowing you to be closer with jay.

warning/content: written in third pov. angst. fluff. slight angst ending(?) not proofread. cursing. hoon’s not really in here a lot (sorry). jay ending <3 (this one kinda hurt)

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 6.7k

a/n: part one — ‘let you break my heart again’. fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend). the long awaited part two!!

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current song playing: falling in love by cigarettes after sex

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months had passed since sunghoon and wonyoung were officially dating.

and from then on, him and y/n haven’t been the same. she’s kept a clear distance in everything, ensuring that girl code was still relevant for his girlfriend.

wonyoung was thankful for it. she didn’t need to worry about the usual girl friend waiting for the perfect moment to seize the guy.

in fact, y/n steered clear of the couple so much that sunghoon and her didn’t even talk on the daily basis anymore.

no more constant texts. no more late night calls. no more stupid inside jokes.

they’d all now been reserved for wonyoung..

and jay.

ever since the girl accidentally bursted into tears in front of him, they’ve gotten slightly closer.

and being the gentleman his parents raised him to be, jay always ensured she was okay before her class started by walking her there every day — even if his classes were across campus.

he was a change from sunghoon.

usually, hoon would tease and make fun of y/n, but with jay, he was sweet and gentle — careful, almost, with how he treated her.

it was definitely something she’d have to adjust to but she didn’t mind. the 5’11 boy was comforting to her in every way.

but even then, she did kind of miss sunghoon. he just always got her, and she always got him. it seemed like he didn’t mind the change either though, as long as he was with wonyoung, he was okay.

because he wasn’t y/n’s. he was never to begin with.

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“hey,” ji-woo snapped her fingers at y/n, who instantly shot her head up.

“hm?”

“girl are you okay? you keep spacing out..,”

y/n groaned out a sigh before planting her head on min-su’s shoulder. “i’m fine.., i’m just really tired from the last minute study session i had with jay yesterday.”

“you guys studied again?” she heard min-su muffle on the side.

“yeah, he asked so i just went along with it.”

the atmosphere became quiet after her words processed to everyone. “what..?” she asked with shifting eyes.

“doesn’t jay usually hate study sessions?” dae mumbled.

“yeah but he really needed help on his assignment, and i just happened to be there.”

the boy shifted his gaze to ji-woo once more, allowing y/n to catch on and glance at min-su with a — ‘the hell are they doing?’ — kind of look, just for her friend to snort out a laugh.

“don’t look at me, i’ve been with hee since last night.” min-su defended.

y/n nodded before looking at the other two. “why do you guys keep looking at each other like that?”

“um well.., don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that jay wanted to do a study session when he hates them?” ji-woo murmured.

“no.. we’re friends with him, he’d ask any one of us for help.”

dae grumbled a sigh of slight irritation before replying, “yeah but he asked you, y/n, when it’s been almost two years since you took that class.”

“mhm.. and didn’t you say you were kind of getting over sunghoon?” jake’s girl interrogated once more.

y/n sighed, shaking her head at her friends. min-su, who quickly caught on, spoke — “alright alright that’s enough, let her get some rest before her class starts.”

the group went on to talk about something else as y/n stayed stuck on ji-woo’s words. it was true that she was getting slightly over her crush, but that was only because she basically never saw him as much as she used to.

he was still in the friend group, but he just never felt present in her eyes anymore. the only thing they’d exchange would be a soft laugh when somebody joked, but other than that, the relationship was gone.

maybe she just missed how it was, or maybe she just missed him and his homely presence.

“y/n?? did you even hear us?” dae snapped with furrowed brows.

she lost her train of thought as she looked over to jungwon’s boyfriend, who continued to wear a worried look. “sorry.. i got distracted, what?” she murmured.

“we’re gonna go out with our men this weekend, just to a farmers market and walk around. wanna come with us? we miss you..,” ji-woo chimed in with hopeful eyes.

“i’m right here…,” the girl attempted to joke, causing light giggles to go around in the circle.

“girl we haven’t properly seen you in weeks. you’re either studying at home or you’re with jay somewhere.” min-su added in.

y/n’s stomach randomly dropped at the statement of being with jay elsewhere. her heartbeats were getting slightly heavier and her fingers were fidgeting with each other. she knew this feeling. she knew it a little too well.

“i’m not always with jay..,” she tried to deflect.

dae giggled at her state. “i swear whenever i see you on campus, jay’s beside you.”

“he’s just a comforting friend..,”

“yeah so bring him when we go out this weekend!” jake’s girlfriend beamed with a plastered grin.

it was obvious that the group was trying to get her mind off of hoon now that he was with wonyoung, but y/n had to admit, it was strange. she used to always have her ears be filled with mumbling words from them of how her and her favorite boy would get together soon.

but it was gone. that moment was gone now, and she didn’t know whether to be glad or ashamed that she was moving on a little too quick.

so instead, the girl just whipped her head to her friend. “what, so him and i could 7th wheel you three?” she shot, head already shaking in disagreement.

“well if you bring him then it won’t be 7th wheeling!” dae attempted to reason.

“is this really your guys’ way of convincing me to go when i won’t have fun?”

“what won’t be fun?” niki’s voice suddenly boomed from min-su’s behind.

y/n groaned as she found a few members taking the empty seats around the table, jay voluntarily sitting next to her. “they’re trying to make me 7th wheel on saturday, i should say no right?”

the maknae snorted out a laugh before placing his elbow onto her shoulder. “they’re really gonna torture you like that?” he mumbled in a snicker.

“right! that’s what i’m saying!”

jay chuckled, dusting niki’s arm off of his friend’s shoulder as he uttered, “why would they do that?”

“we’re trying to make her go out more!” ji-woo panned with an eye roll, causing jake to holler out laughs as he responded, “love, is it really the best way to have her go out with couples after spending weeks to get comfortable around sunghoon and wonyoung?”

“he’s got a point, babe.” jungwon commented, looking directly in dae’s eyes with sparkles. “she’ll still have fun though!” the boy tried to defend, avoiding his favorite boy’s features.

“heeseung’s not even here to make it worst but all this couple stuff with just those two is making me sick. how will i survive it being three couples?” y/n gagged, body shaking in horror.

the handsome male beside her chuckled as he gave a soft ruffle to her hair. “good luck with that, text me if you get bored.” jay suggested.

there it was again. the nervous bubbles fuming in her stomach, the eye pupils dilating after meeting eye contact. it was happening.

“don’t be surprised if your phone gets filled with my text messages.” y/n joked back, hoping that he didn’t see through her.

the male probably would’ve if sunghoon hadn’t just entered in with wonyoung linked beside one of his arms.

“who’s getting spammed?” hoon tried to beam in while taking a seat across from his old friend.

he instantly locked eyes with her but she tore her gaze away, looking at ji-woo instead. “they’re trying to make me go somewhere with them,” y/n said, trying to ignore the obvious awkward tension.

ji-woo wore a half smile as she squeezed her boyfriend’s hands out of instinct. “she should go right?” she asked to sunghoon.

the male only nodded, and y/n wasn’t sure if anyone else caught on but she found him holding back a joke that he’d usually make if they were still close.

ouch.

her head lowered once she felt her heart grip on a little tighter in her chest, each vein tingling in despair.

“you should go, y/n, you never want to go out anywhere,” she heard him say. those words were the first thing he’s ever said to her in months. and again, it was strange.

he’d usually say something along the lines of — “don’t go out, let’s just stay at my place and we’ll study” — but he wasn’t there for her anymore.

immediately, the poor girl was then reminded of the times when it’d just be the two hanging with each other. no one else, but them.

they were introverts, but they were extroverts when they were together. when one wasn’t feeling it, the other would be there just to be a comforting presence.

tears filled her eyes as she bit her lips from holding them in. it felt stupid to tear up about something like this, but she couldn’t help it. they didn’t talk anymore, and sunghoon seemed completely fine with it.

y/n was too, but she just needed time to adjust. after all, he did nothing wrong.

as she remained quiet, she felt jay nudge her with his elbow, causing her to look at him with confused eyes.

the male shifted his attention to her and watched how her beautifully glistened eyes emphasized her thoughts. he only raised his brows though, gesturing that she should respond back.

“i don’t know yet. i’m still debating,” she tried to laugh off.

once again, she avoided eye contact with sunghoon, turning to look at dae and min-su instead.

“hoonie’s right, you should go! it’ll be fun especially after working so hard, y/n!” wonyoung chimed in with a sweet smile.

‘hoonie..,’ y/n thought. ‘his nickname..,’

she looked up to the pretty girl and grinned back. in her peripheral vision, she could see the scattered exchanges from min-su to ji-woo, and then ji-woo to dae, and then dae to jungwon, and so forth.

did it hurt that she heard somebody else call him hoonie? sure, but she wasn’t gonna rampage about it.

he wasn’t hers to be acting like that in the first place.

“you’re right, wonyoung. i should go huh??” the girl immediately beamed back, causing wonyoung to agree in a charming manner. she was so gorgeous.

as the conversation continued out and others began talking as well, y/n constantly found herself looking at how hoon stayed attentive on his girlfriend. he was still that same caring boy, just not to her anymore.

“stop staring, they might catch on.” a small whisper lingered in her ear, evidently being jay’s who only chuckled afterward.

she sent a light smack to his arm. “shut up, i’m not staring that much.”

“you’re staring enough,” he joked back, letting his fingers softly nudge her cheeks.

the girl rolled her eyes as jay continued to brightly smile alongside her. “there’s too many couples here,” she mumbled to him, letting her attention stay on each couple coiled up against each other.

“i agree, wanna get out of here?”

she whipped her head in an instant. “yes please!” she harshly whispered back, causing a satisfied grin to be worn on him. “i just have to go to the restroom first.”

jay dramatically sighed — “it’s always the restroom first.”

“shut up!” y/n yelled back, giving a ruthless hit to the arm.

she swore though, that when she got up from her seat, she saw hoon flicker his gaze to her and jay. it was most likely what she wasn’t thinking, but she still caught onto it.

“actually, we’re gonna go too, wonyoung has class soon and i wanna make sure she gets there on time.” sunghoon suddenly spurted out, allowing the two to stand up as well.

the group nodded as the couple took their departure, while niki and sunoo left to their classes, leaving y/n and her three closest friends to run off to the restroom together.

as they left, jay couldn’t help but watch her disappear in his sight. something about her just eased him.

his gaze softened and he found himself smiling without even realizing it. was it happening to him too?

his heart was beating and his breathing was getting heavy at the mere thought of his friend, y/n.

“you really like her, don’t you?” jungwon immediately chimed in with a wiggle in his brows.

jay jokingly scoffed as he laughed. “i don’t like her,” he murmured. “she’s just a friend.”

“yeah a really GOOD friend,” jake added in as well, patting his friend’s back while chuckling.

as jay was about to give another remark, heeseung intruded in — “who are we talking about?”

“y/n and jay.”

“oh that he likes her?” he teased, catching on right away.

“i don’t like her,” the boy grumbled. “we’ve just gotten closer, that’s it.”

“jay.. just admit it,” one of the boys uttered.

“she’s a friend i’ve been comforting since she’s still trying to get over sunghoon, our other friend.”

jake guffawed out a laugh as he murmured, “dude, you’re so bad at lying. she’s starting to get over him because of you anyway.”

jay’s head shot up. “really?” his heart was rapidly racing now, was he really the reason why she was beginning to move on and no longer hurt?

his lips curled into a small grin as he dumbly smiled to himself.

“you definitely like her,” the oldest of them all teased.

jay shot a glare towards him before sighing in defeat. “i don’t like her but .. she’s nice to be around.” a pink tint began to hit his cheeks as he thought about y/n again.

the three boys snickered to themselves as they patted him on the back. “congrats bro, you’re in love,” jake mumbled.

while the four continued to converse, dae and the girls came back soon afterward.

“you still wanna leave?” jay asked, eyes coming into a sparkling haze.

y/n gulped. he was so handsome, and she could just stare at him all day. “yeah,” she cleared her throat. “let’s go, i have class soon.”

as she gathered her things, she found jungwon raising his brows towards jay, only to earn a downturned smile from him.

“let’s leave these people alone,” he grumbled before pulling her away.

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as the two walked around campus, wasting time, their hands constantly bumped against each others. the lingering jay had just to tangle his fingers with hers was crowding his thoughts. he just wanted to know what it was like, to experience it with her at least once.

“i like her..,” he quietly confirmed to himself. “i do…,”

“what was that, jay?” y/n looked up at him with a half smile.

“ah.. nothing. so you’re going with them on the weekend?”

“i kind of don’t want to.., should i just stay home?” she mumbled.

jay chuckled before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “you should go, it’ll be fun!”

the change from jay and sunghoon was again, too easy to catch on, but y/n ignored it this time.

“wanna go with me??” she suddenly asked with pleading eyes.

the male’s heart stopped for a second. “you want me to go with you..?” he slowly repeated.

“mhm, go with me! so i won’t be alone.. please, jay!”

he softly chuckled as the two stopped in their tracks. “why don’t you ask niki?”

“jay.. come on, we’re closer, it’ll be more fun!”

his heart thumped, and he harshly gulped down every nerve in his body. “y/n..,”

“jay…,” she scowled back with a teasing smile. “come on!”

“you’re just gonna keep asking, aren’t you?”

“yeah so you should just say yes!”

the boy sighed to himself before finally giving in. “fine.. i’ll go.”

y/n jumped up and down in glee, hitting his arms as she yelled, “yay! i won’t be a 7th wheeler!”

jay watched her make little hops, grinning ear to ear as his pupils dilated from looking at her.

he was completely falling for her and he was okay with it. he knew she most likely still liked sunghoon though, but just for the time being, he was enjoying his personal moments with her.

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the weekend came and y/n found herself dolling up for the day sooner than she thought.

“just a day with jay.. usual stuff,” she attempted to convince herself.

as she finally checked her phone, she found text notifications from the boy.

mr. jjongtsby 🐈‍⬛:

I’m almost there, y/n

Are you reading this? I know you don’t have notifications on

I’m pulling up

y/n <33:

oh shit sorry! i’m coming out now :)

the girl rushed out of the door, giving quick goodbyes to her family members before meeting with jay.

“sorry,” she huffed. “i didn’t see your notifications until now.”

he chuckled while backing the car out. “no worries. i thought you almost forgot about our day for a second there.”

her body tensed up at his words. “our day..?”

“yeah, our day with the others.” jay mumbled, hollering out a laugh to cancel out the nervous bubble in his stomach. “ready to go through couple stuff?”

butterflies erupted in her stomach this time as she tried to play it off. “yeah.. let’s go!”

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hours had passed since jay picked her up, and they had been completely surrounded by each others presence.

the couples were together of course, always walking side by side with arms linked together — leaving jay and y/n to walk along just as friends. her friends would occasionally try to add her into the conversations, but she knew she wasn’t fit for them, especially if they were couple-related things.

“oh isn’t this cute jakey??” she’d hear her friend sickly say, letting her become disgusted from behind.

“oh it is, love! you want it? i’ll get it for you,” jake would murmur back with a smiley face.

maybe she was just a hater, but she couldn’t stand it. then she’d hear her other friend, dae go — “wonie, let’s take a picture with this!”

and that’d only allow jungwon to squish his favorite boy’s cheeks while placing a soft kiss — “okay babe, get ready for the camera,” he’d cheekily respond.

and if that wasn’t enough, she’d already find min-su simply gathered in heeseung’s arms. the boy couldn’t stop clinging himself around her as he mumbled sweet nothings to her.

it was an appalling mess, and y/n was tired of it.

“you really hate seeing them be happy?” jay chimed, teeth fully on display to show his wide grin.

she softly nudged him as she shook her head. “i don’t hate it, but it’s just a little gross…,” the girl replied.

“you signed yourself up for this, you know?”

“jay..,” y/n scowled, sending him a faint glare.

he only smiled at that before backing off. “fine fine, but you know i’m right.”

she playfully rolled her eyes, pushing his shoulder back as she walked a little slower than her friends.

“alright come on grumpy pants, let’s catch up with them.” he mumbled, dragging her away with a slight grip to the wrist.

the two caught up with everyone else who stopped at a bracelet stand.

“baby, let’s get this one.” min-su uttered to her boyfriend who was already reaching for the same purple band as her. “i already knew what color,” he whispered against her, causing a flush color to form on her cheeks.

jake turned to ji-woo as well, letting his eyes sparkle to display his puppy look before mumbling, “what about this one, love? it’s our color.” his hands held a similar pattern to the other bracelet but in green, causing his girl to excitedly squeal — “it’s so us, jake!”

while the other two couples situated themselves, dae and jungwon were already exchanging each others similarly colored bracelets — which were navy blue of course.

“wonie, this color matches us right? i wanted purple but min-su and hee already got it..,” he softly pouted.

won only grinned, making dents in his cheeks for his dimples as he replied, “of course babe. anything matches you because you’re perfect.”

y/n heard her friend giggle like crazy, and all she could do was send a stank eye that wasn’t caught on by anyone else but jay, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

perhaps if the girl was in a relationship like her friends, she’d get it, but she wasn’t. she was the last single friend left.

so as she watched her friends create core memories with their partners from behind, she scanned through each colored bracelet as well — eyes searching for a color she may find fond.

however, the only color that she could see herself wearing was the black one. it was simple, but it had its unique features sticking out to her in the best way possible.

y/n picked it up, contemplating whether or not she should get it. “no one to match with.. but it’s pretty, so i guess.” she reasoned, going to the owner to pay afterward.

it was set in her mind that no one could possibly care to match with her, but jay was willing to. the girl didn’t catch onto the fact that he was secretly observing her.

he was just being discreet, watching to see which colored bracelet she’d choose so he didn’t get the wrong one.

as soon as she picked up the black one, his hands snatched the other free bracelet, causing him to catch a glimpse of the other owner who only beamed a confused look in why he had to seize it like that.

he apologetically smiled before approaching where his new found crush was at.

“cash or card?” the owner asked.

as y/n was about to speak, jay quickly intruded in. “card, i’ll pay.” he beamed with a dazzling smile towards her.

“what?? you’re gonna pay? you don’t have to-“

“too late, it’s yours now, wear it.” jay assured back, flashing another grin before handing her the bracelet.

y/n’s heart fluttered at his kind gesture. he was just being a friend but even then, it was still doing something to her.

“thanks jay.. that was really sweet.”

the male chuckled as he wrapped his own bracelet around his wrist. “don’t mention it, you deserve to be treated this way,” he mumbled with a nervous laugh.

“i do..,” she said under her breath.

it was changing, everything was changing. the clear picture was starting to change from sunghoon and she wasn’t hating it.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

about an hour had passed and the night was soon ending for the group.

“do we have to go already?” ji-woo pouted.

“yes, love, we’re exhuasted.” jake replied, chuckling as he wrapped his arms behind her.

dae sighed on the side. “well we can always stay out just for a little longer..,”

“you know you’re tired, baby, let’s get some rest hm?” won squeezed his boyfriend’s hands, resting on his shoulder as his eyes were glued shut.

heeseung and min-su didn’t bother to chime in. the two were simply already shutting down from all the walking and constant stops.

“i’m tired too!” y/n added on. “what about you jay?”

“i’m pretty beat, but i should take you home soon.”

“now?”

“mhm, let’s go.” jay quickly confirmed, quietly acknowledging her social battery running out.

the two left with little waves of goodbyes to their friends before they reached his car.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

the car ride was quiet through it all. normally, jay loved to go through a highlighted series of what happened best today, but y/n was quiet — indicating that she’d honestly rather stay silent for the time being.

the girl was an introvert, and he was understanding of that, so he only let slow music softly boom in the car as he drove.

it was a change from his old relationships but he didn’t mind it. he knew she was the kind of girl who just wanted peace and quiet at times, and this was it.

when they finally arrived to her place, jay lowered the music and was about to turn to y/n, only to find her plopping her head against his shoulder.

“y/n..?” he tried to call in a low voice. “are you asleep?”

the male waited for a response but got none back whatsoever, allowing him to conclude that she, indeed, was knocked out.

quiet snores left her mouth as she muzzled her head further onto his shoulder. she was comfortably situated, and he loved that she could always just confide into him for that kind of thing.

“cute,” he murmured to himself, beaming a soft grin that displayed his thumping heart for her.

jay parked the car, allowing her to sleep for a few minutes before she woke up out of fear and confusion.

“we’re already here?” y/n grumbled, eyes peeking around the windshield with a groggy expression.

she heard him give a quiet laugh that immediately erupted a mount of butterflies in her stomah as he replied, “yeah but i wanted you to sleep a little, you were really tired.”

“thanks,” she sighed. “today was really fun with you.”

“back at you, get home safe okay?”

“you too,” the girl bunked her wrist against his, causing her to look down at the jingle her bracelet made with his accessory.

then she found it. the matching black bracelet he bought. her heart dropped to her stomach but in a good way.

she had basically confirmed that he was thinking of her in the way she was second guessing.

“your bracelet..?” she uttered out of instinct.

jay tensed up. the instant thought of how awkward it’d be if she didn’t feel the same quickly stole his attention. he was scared and lost, which only caused him to harshly pull his wrist away from her electrifying touch.

“yeah, i like the color,” he bluntly replied with a clear throat.

she smiled, blood rushing to her cheeks as she said, “hey it’s just like-“

“don’t you have to go home?” he harshly cut her off. regret immediately took form on his face once he realized how rude he sounded.

he hated that he was sounding like this because it wasn’t him. he was gentle and reassuring, not cold hearted.

y/n didn’t know how to react though. one minute he’s sweet, and the next he’s cruelly blunt. ‘but maybe it was just from exhaustion,’ she thought to herself before nodding, trying to seem unfazed as she only reached out for the door.

jay wanted to stop and apologize, but he also felt like a creep with getting a matching bracelet without her consent. it wasn’t creepy-like but he was just overthinking it.

as the girl waved goodbye with an attempted smile to ensure everything was okay, jay only pressed his lips into a firm line out of humiliation. he’d like to leave the scene and get rid of the embarrassing moment, but he had to make sure she got in safely.

so when she did, he instantly drove away with a head shake.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a few weeks were now hitting the mark of when they’d gone out with the couples, and y/n wasn’t sure if it was just her, but she felt a wavering distance between her and jay.

it was panicking her. she already lost sunghoon and she now might be losing jay.

to be quite honest though, her mind was already off of hoon. she didn’t notice him as much anymore, and it was clear that her mind was beginning to render him out.

it was jay that kept her up at night now, from the late night ‘what if’s’ to the stupid sleeping scenarios. it was him, and no longer sunghoon.

it was him who was always there for her, and she realized it once he kept a distance.

she hated it. normally, she’d be the one who’d avoid but she missed talking to him. she missed how he’d light up her day just by simply being near her. she missed him.

whenever the group would sit at a table, jay never chose to sit next to her anymore. he’d either force himself next to niki or he’d just sit next to one of the couples.

‘did i do something wrong?’ she’d constantly think.

but it wasn’t her fault, not at all. jay was just too embarrassed to face her after the bracelet incident. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but he hated how he acted. so until he could normally talk to her again, he was avoiding every interaction possible.

“hey,” dae called to y/n. “are you leaving to class soon?”

“yeah, i have a few minutes left. why? you want me gone?” she joked back with a brow raise.

the boy rolled his eyes as little giggles left the others mouths. “well no, i was just asking!”

y/n laughed as well before checking her phone. “yeah just like two more minutes and then i’ll start walking.”

“you’re done at 3, right?” sunoo asked.

“yep, i’ll walk back to you guys around that time.” she checked her phone again and grumbled out a sigh. “i guess it’s time to go..,”

the girl stood up from the table and sadly waved her goodbyes.

“go with her dude,” heeseung mumbled to jay.

the younger shot his head up. “what??”

“you always walk her, why aren’t you walking her?” jake chimed in with a harsh whisper.

“it’s just a little awkward after.. you know..,”

“that doesn’t give you a reason to not make sure she’s safe though. you know you’ll still walk her,” sunoo scowled.

the boy defeatedly sighed, knowing that his friend was right before tossing his bag over his shoulder and catching up to y/n.

as she walked, she felt her bag be taken off of her shoulders, causing her to look up at the person.

“oh you’re walking me again?”

“mhm,” he only responded.

y/n pressed her lips into a thin line that highlighted the awkward tension. she didn’t know what to say since he was unresponsive, but she couldn’t have it this way.

“jay?”

“hm?”

the girl softly gripped his wrist to stop him from walking, pulling him to the side where no other students could see them.

“why can’t you look me in the eyes?” her brows were slightly furrowed now and she crossed her arms.

“what? what are you talking about?” jay attempted to deny. “i can look you in the eyes.”

what a liar.

a puff of air left her mouth as she slightly ridiculed him. he was saying that, but he wasn’t even meeting her gaze.

y/n rolled her eyes before closing the gap between them. her hands firmly held his jaw, squishing his cheeks and forcing him to lock eyes. her head tilted as she tried to figure him out. she normally wasn’t this confident in getting a man to look at her, but for jay, she had to know.

on the other hand, the male was flustered. he felt his heart doing somersaults with how abrupt she suddenly was in doing something like this. he knew she wasn’t the ‘go for it’ type of girl, so for her to have confidence like this was melting him on the spot.

“look me in the eyes, jongseong.” she murmured, causing a light laugh to burst out of him.

y/n reflected the smile back before huffing out a sigh again. “i’m serious, look me in the eyes. are you okay? what’s wrong? are you feeling sick or something?” her hands that held his cheeks immediately started feeling his forehead for a possible heat temperature.

it wasn’t doing well for jay though that his favorite girl was putting her hands around his face. his breathing was getting heavier and his sight was blurring with her soft touches.

he closed his eyes, calming himself down before holding her wrist to stop at his cheeks.

the girl cocked her head to the side again, hearing him softly sigh as he murmured, “just keep it there, it’s making me feel better” — leaving a subtle kiss at the palm of her hands.

this time, it was her heart beating like crazy now. her hands were slightly shaking, but his hold was reassuring in every way.

“so you are sick..?” she uttered, causing a gentle laugh to leave his throat.

“something like that..,”

“jay-“

“i’m sorry for avoiding you. i’m sorry, it wasn’t right of me but i was just feeling embarrassed.” he quickly communicated.

y/n’s eyes softened at his apology. “what are you sorry for? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“it was just embarrassing that i got a matching bracelet with you without even asking,” he clarified, scratching his head with an awkward laugh.

her heart melted at his sweet manner. even when he was trying to avoid her, he couldn’t.

“you know you could’ve just asked, jongseong,” she teased. “i would’ve said yes to matching with you.”

jay beamed an apologetic smile before turning his gaze down to their feet. “i thought you wouldn’t have wanted to.. especially since…,”

“since?”

“since you still like sunghoon..,” his heart blew out a sigh at the possibility of her still liking their friend.

his attention continued to stay lowered at their feet, and y/n only watched him try to hide his soft pout away, fluttering her stomach with butterflies once more.

“jongseong..,” she called, knees bending down so she could find his gaze from below.

the male chuckled at her act before replying, “stop using my government name.”

“why not.. jongseong?” she teased back.

“what were you gonna say?” jay murmured, ignoring her teasings but secretly liking it.

y/n giggled, clearing her throat as she responded, “do you think i still like sunghoon?”

his heart dropped to his stomach again. he hated this queasy feeling but he couldn’t stop her if it was how she felt. “don’t you..?” he murmured back to her.

the girl saw how he subtly pushed himself away from her, causing her to sigh and hold his cheeks.

“i like you, jay.”

“w..what? you what?” he flustered.

y/n grinned ear to ear. “i said i like you.. jongseong.”

she felt his cheeks heat up with a tint of red, allowing him to cheekily smile in embarrassment.

“one more time,” he murmured.

she exasperated a sigh before pulling his face towards her. immediately, a soft kiss was planted onto each others lips. it was only a peck though, the girl wasn’t confident enough yet.

jay’s lips coiled into a smile as she said, “does that show it better?”

“i think we gotta try again.”

the boy crashed his lips against hers, holding her gently with one hand at the jaw and the other at the waist. his heart was melting with every second he stayed glued to her.

y/n found her hands to be in his hair, dangling itself into his silk strands that caused soft shivers down his spine.

jay smiled into the kiss, lips curling from the sweet sensations he was receiving from his girl, allowing her to smile into it as well.

once she felt out of breath, she pulled away, only to be littered with soft pecks on her lips.

“you’re gonna be late for class, you know?” he murmured against her skin.

the girl giggled before sweetly nudging his head away. “that’s okay, we can ditch again.” she uttered in reminisce.

“are we gonna do something better than study?”

“yeah, like a date?” she impulsively spoke.

jay’s ears perked up with a hue of red colored at the tips. “you’re confident right now.. i like this side of you.”

“you make me confident,” y/n replied, blood rushing to her cheeks even more.

and it was then that it hit her. she always knew why sunghoon matched wonyoung — she brought the best out of him, and now the girl had found that. she had found her match with jay.

“will you still be confident during the date?” he challenged with his infamous smirk.

“guess you’ll just have to take me out and we’ll see.”

“let’s go then.. darling.”

oh?

her heart instantly fluttered at the new name call. “darling?” she whispered, breaths getting heavy.

“cat got your tongue now?” jay murmured as he kissed her cheeks.

“shut up.. let’s go, jongseong.” she rolled her eyes, causing a deep chuckle to be heard from him.

usually, she’d call her crush ‘loser’ and even though she wasn’t in love with sunghoon anymore, it still felt unusual for her to call jay something that’d been reserved for him.

but it didn’t matter anymore. hoon was no longer on her mind.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

about a month or two had gone by and ever since then, jay and y/n were going strong together.

he still walked her to class and ensured her safety came first like he usually did, but this time, he voluntarily left to the car first so he could minimize her walking.

y/n was left alone, sitting on the cemented seat as she texted her friends.

“this seat taken?” a husk and familiar voice asked from behind.

almost instantly, her heart softly sank. it was sunghoon.

she hadn’t talked to him in months, better yet, seen him in some months. ever since she got with jay, he was just never around anymore.

“hoon?” she murmured. that nickname made both of their hearts thump.

it wasn’t in a way of loving each other, but more so of missing each other. they used to be close friends after all.

sunghoon softly grinned as she shook her head ‘no’ to his question, allowing him to sit beside her.

it was awkward. they used to be friends and now, they can’t even talk to each other.

the two were introverts, but they couldn’t find it in themselves to be extroverts with each other again.

“so you and jay?” hoon suddenly uttered.

“yeah.. we just got close after you and wonyoung started dating.”

“yeah i noticed..,”

his mumble was almost incoherent to her, but she still turned to look at him. “what?”

“nothing..,” he awkwardly chuckled. “i’m happy for you though y/n. he’s a great guy.”

“yeah he is.. but thanks —” she paused for a second, “— loser.”

sunghoon softly laughed at the familiar name call. he hadn’t heard that from her in months and it was comforting in some kind of way.

“i’m happy for you too, sunghoon. let’s try and make our relationships last,” y/n joked, causing the two to cackle out quiet laughs.

as he was about to say more, jay suddenly pulled up to the curb, hinting that it was time for her to go.

she waved hoon goodbye as she got into the car and drove off.

the male kept his gaze down once they were out of his sight. that was the most they’ve talked in months, and it’d honestly probably be the last.

he sighed as he wore a small smile. she left too soon for him to even mention how much he missed her, how much he missed everything — their jokes, their talks, their teasings.

they used to always talk about everything and be each others comfort but things were different now.

he was happy in his relationship with wonyoung, but he just missed y/n as a friend.

sunghoon let out another soft sigh while thinking back to the heartwarming memories. “miss you.. loser.” he mumbled to himself, giving a faint grin at his thoughts.

the male stayed stuck on how they used to be until a notification shifted his attention. it was a text from wonyoung, telling where she’d be and how they should meet for another study date.

he smiled before immediately texting back and leaving the scene.

and there it was.

sunghoon and y/n went their separate ways, falling in love with someone else who wasn’t their mirrored self, someone who brought the best in them.

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paper-mario-wiki · 26 days

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alright so, i said a few days ago that i might do a sponsored stream as a fun way of making some money. this was due to my upcoming move, and i was thinking about ways i could put together the inevitably huge moving costs, though i wasn't worried too much about it so this was more of a fun idea than an actual idea.

HOWEVER. yesterday was supposed to be the day that the roommates and i finally decided on the place we'd be going. we had 3 options, and ALL of them fell through for different reasons within a span of 5 hours. Plans A, B, and C all became unactionable seven days before our lease ends. as you can imagine, most of last night and this morning has been a lot of scrambling to put together a new, less advantageous solution out of (truthfully) desperation. and the one we have come to is costly, but unfortunately it's the only winning hand we can play right now. and we HAVE played it, and we HAVE secured a place to live, though only a month after our lease ends. before then, we'll need to pay for two months of a four-person rent, with only 3 people (since one person is moving home at the end of the lease).

with that in mind, in the near future (within the month probably), i'll likely be hosting a fairly straight-forward fundraiser stream. it's something that i've been avoiding for the past year on principle, as it's been important to me to make all of my money from an employer and not through the goodwill of strangers online. and i have been so far, which has been great! but my income (and the income of my roommates) is not the kind of pay that can account for sporadic $2,000 surprises with a one-month deadline out of nowhere, ya kno. granted, i'll still be busting my ass at my job, but the thing about working at a small company is that sometimes there's only so much work and so many hours to go around.

this stream won't be a followup to any previous Big Series streams (so no homestuck, sorry), but i will only move forward with it when i have an idea that i feel is actually worth a $2,000 stream. or at least the one that gets closest before the deadline comes knocking.

i apologize for needing to ask again for help like this, and i thank you for understanding.

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woncherie · 1 year

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hello!! it took me a bit more than a week to post part 2 of my fic, im so glad i got so many nice comments on my previous part :(( yall made me so happy omg i hope you enjoy this part too.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, ass play. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.4k

what have i done? you were currently turning and tossing yourself around your bed, trying to proceeds yesterdays events, burying your head into your pillow. what have i done?? you always wanted to press a pillow onto your head until you couldnt breath anymore, why not do it now? This would definitely be a better opportunity than go to your lectures right now and get yourself killed by a certain violet haired man.

how did you even get this confident? you tried to blame everything to the alcohol you drank yesterday, your head hurting in approval. sober you would've never done that this smoothly.

you were a bit proud of yourself though. you showed him who the boss was, even if it was just for a night. maybe, just maybe, he will leave you alone now?

curiosity took over you and you grabbed your phone, opening your gallery quickly, being greeted with a very special photo you took the night before.

scaramouche right before you on the screen, eyes teary, mouth wide open with your spit on his tongue, waiting patiently like a good boy. you could clearly see the bulge he had in his pants, grinding steadily against your leg. you can still feel the way he grinded himself on your thigh, and just thinking about the night before made your mouth water and pussy clench. for fucks sake. he really was gorgeous like this.

your timer went off again, reminding you that you should be leaving your bed and getting ready, and the urge to just turn it off completely was very high, but you decided to fight these feelings and stand up slowly instead. you cant hide forever. at some point you will have to meet him again. you aint no pussy.

your head was still hurting like a bitch, but you tried to ignore it. you took a quick shower to get rid of the remaining alcohol and cigarette smell you had on your body and hair, stepping out of the shower and drying your hair properly before changing into you clothes.

after a few minutes you heard your doorbell ring, so you walked up to the door and opened it for a certain blonde guy who stood in your doorframe.

"morning." albedo said in his typical monotonous voice, carrying two small bags with breakfast for the both of you to eat on your way to uni.

"you are absolutely saving my ass."

"my specialty" he answered, handing you your sandwich after you put on your shoes and closed the door behind yourself. you could see that he also wasn't feeling too well right now, still hungover from the day before. but you werent feeling one ounce better.

on your way to uni, you kept thinking about the night before. you have absolutely no idea how you ended up like this. this definitely wasnt your first sexual experience, and you do get your fair share of fun every now and then, but you have never been this controlling over anybody, but fuck, did it feel amazing.

"are you feeling alright?" you heard albedo ask next to you, looking at you through his glasses. he must've noticed that you were sunk in thoughts. "huh? yeah. was just thinking about the party yesterday, my head hurts like a bitch. how did i even get home?"

the intelligent man next to you smiled a bit against his cup of coffee. "apparently yanfei brought us home, we certainly did drink a lot yesterday. she really is a responsible person. need to thank h..."

you werent really listening to him anymore. its not that you couldnt, your mind was just racing right now. does he know what happened? you asked yourself. scaramouche and you werent really in a private area yesterday. did anyone see us?

"wow, y/n, you really seem to be lost in thoughts. care to share?"

you instantly moved your head to him, looking at him with wide eyes before coughing a bit and shaking your head. "im sorry, im just.. really tired, thats all."

"Well, at least we dont have many lectures today. you can go back home quickly and nap some more." he worried about you. albedo always cared about you, just like you cared about him. it was a really nice friendship you two had, but you just didnt feel like telling him anything. he would beat your ass once you told him what you did.

after a few minutes of a silent walk, you arrived at the campus. you threw your empty wrappers away and headed straight to the lecture hall, your heart beating faster and faster with every step you took. fuck. he's gonna kill you.

you opened the door to the lecture hall, letting albedo enter first before following him into the room. it was quite full already, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd. you easily spotted childe, columbina and dottore, their unusual and fancy clothes catching your eyes quickly. but no scaramouche yet.

you sat down with albedo somewhere in the back of the hall, hiding from the view of others. well, that was your goal at least. you expected a furious little man to storm into the room and peel your skin of alive of your body, but.. he never came?

you heard the girls in the row in front of you talk and couldnt help but listen to their conversation.

"Scara is not here yet.."

"Yeah of course. did you see how he hit the bottle yesterday? couldnt stop drinking, especially at the end."

"he seemed a bit anxious, im worried.."

"nah. probably just couldnt tolerate the weed properly."

The first girl really seemed to be concerned about him, and you couldnt help but suppress a gag at her attitude. just wanted to get into his pants. oh if she knew.

at some point the professor came into the hall and started the lecture without scaramouche joining the class, and you sighed in relieve. you were save, at least for now.

☆

You didnt have a lot of lectures today, so you went back home rather quickly that day. albedo joined you once again, and you two walked into your apartment, immediately throwing yourself onto your bed. it wasnt just your head hurting like a bitch, albedo also felt really exhausted, so no one was surprised when you both just fell asleep right then and there.

after a few hours you opened your eyes again, a snoring blonde still sleeping next to you and your head still woozy from the nap you took. you noticed how your stomach grumbled and stood up slowly, going into the small kitchen that your 25 m² apartment had to wash your face.

you didnt wake albedo up yet, letting him sleep his hangover away. instead, you started making some food for the both of you. you didnt have a lot of food in your fridge. of course not, you are a busy student in their last year, all you survive off is noodles and toast.

you really were hungry, and a normal sandwich wouldnt make anyone of you two feel satisfied, so you decided to make some pasta with tomato sauce. simple and easy.

while cooking, your thoughts wandered once again to the night before, but before you could form any proper thoughts, your phone lighted up. you dried your hands and took a look at it. a new message from.. unknown number?

+76 628 ×××××××: delete the picture.

...oh. it wasn't hard to guess who this message is from. your stomach dropped a bit and you gulped, your heart beating a tiny bit faster.

you: where do you have my number from?

its not a perfect reply to him, but at least you had a few minutes time to collect yourself and not be this nervous anymore. he's not here right now. he can't do anything to you. you are save. you saved his number into your phone.

scaramouche: ask me something more difficult next time.

scaramouche: delete. this. picture.

you licked your lips, stirring the food on the stove before it might burn, collecting your thoughts. he's not here right now. you can do whatever you want.

you took another look at the picture you took of him, smirking, unable to control or suppress it.

you: no.

it didn't take him long to answer, probably being active on his phone to reply to you as fast as possible.

scaramouche: im gonna fucking end you myself.

at this point you were used to his threats. wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last time it'll happen. every time you fucked up a lab report, a presentation or anything college related that might affect him negatively, you got tripped, your property destroyed and a few insults thrown at you. it was nothing new.

you: *attached image*

you: oh look how adorable you look. wish you'd always be this much of a good boy for me. my spit suits you.

you heard a few broken and hurtful moans at the other end of the room, so you looked up from your phone. albedo woke up and streched himself, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes open.

"..morn'ng" he mumbled, and you put your phone back into your back pocket. "its not quite morning, albedo." you answered while he tried to get used to the light that shined in your room. he took a look outside of your window and saw how dark it was. "what time is it?"

"7:16 pm" you answered while you set the table for the both of you. "made some food."

you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you bit your lip from the inside in response. it was scaramouche again, but you couldnt check your phone now. albedo would ask, and you didnt feel like telling him anything.

"thank you, really sweet of you." albedo said before excusing himself into the small bathroom you had. your apartment really was small, but that was all you could afford with your part time job.

the second albedo closed the door you had your phone in your hand again, checking the message you got.

scaramouche: ...

scaramouche: dont do this now..

scaramouche: delete the pic. fucking bitch

you giggled a bit at his reply, quickly typing in your reply.

you: i really love coffee, do you know that? why dont you bring me one tomorrow and ill think about it.

scaramouche: you cant be forreal now.

you didnt answer him anymore, putting your phone away and finish setting the table before putting some food into albedos and your plate, right before he came back from the bathroom. you hoped he didnt notice your more-than-usual happy mood, nor the slightly red blush in your face.

"washed ur hands?" you asked.

"no, ew." he answered jokingly, finally awake again. you just laughed at his reply before you both sat down and ate together.

☆

the next day you were even excited to go to uni. you felt completely different than the day before. there is absolutely no way scaramouche will do anything to annoy you, too afraid of you to post the picture.

last night, you thought a bit. would you really post a picture of scaramouche on your lap, horny and full of your spit? probably not. you wouldnt have the balls to post it. but scaring him? oh yes. you like this. you let him believe you would do it. maybe he will stop bullying you now in uni? that would be too good to be true.

you ate your breakfast on the way to uni. albedo left later the night before, and you agreed with him to meet up on campus right before the lecture started.

"hey!" you could hear someone say behind you rather aggressively, and you looked behind you before slowly standing still. of course it was your favourite indigo haired man.

you could tell by the look on his face that he'd be everywhere else than here, in front of you, with a fucking coffee in his hand that he might throw all over your face and hair (like it happened quite a few times already.)

but instead of humiliating you, he passed you the coffee while biting his lip furiously, trying not to burst out in a tide of various creative insults.

"well that was easy." you said mockingly, looking down on the cup he handed you. it was warm and looked good. you opened the lid of the paper cup, checking the content.

cappuccino and... spit.

"thanks for that i guess." you chuckle and looked at him again, his face completely red from embarrassment and shame. how did he fall so low to bring you coffee?

"you know what to do now." he demanded, but you only shaked your head. "dont feel like it. you are being really nice to me. i guess ill keep the picture for a few more weeks."

you started walking away slowly, heading to uni, but scaramouche didnt let you go this easily, following you like a desperate man. he knew you wouldnt delete his fucking downfall of a photo just like that.

"i said, delete. the. picture. you will fucking regret this." he threatened you again, but you acted unbothered and took a sip of the cup. you could feel scaramouche cringe next to you, weirded out by you drinking the mixture in the paper cup. "you were humping my leg like a bitch in heat, im not grossed out by a bit of your spit."

"DONT SAY THIS out loud" he yelled at you at the beginning but then lowered his voice, noticing how people around the both of you are looking over. "please." he then said defeated. "just tell me what you want and ill fucking give it to you. why do you wanna ruin my reputation this badly?"

you couldnt help but roll your eyes and continue walking. after all these months and years of him humiliating and bullying you, he dares to ask you for something like that? how bold.

"just write the next lap report for our project like a good boy and the picture will be save with me." the violett haired man next to you blushed at the weird compliment you gave him but tried to hide his face in his jacket. cute.

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getting close to campus, scaramouche stopped following you like a lost kid and instead turned into another street. he really didnt feel like being seen on campus with you.

when you arrived, you already saw albedo standing near the building, and you smiled at him while walking to him. you threw the coffee away before hugging him. "morning."

"morning. didnt like your drink?" he pointed out the drink you threw away while still being half full.

"yeah, the barista fucked it up i guess." you lied while heading into the lecture room. poor albedo, you've been so insincere to him the past few days. you did feel bad, but you already knew about the lecture he will give you once he'll find out.

the room was only half as full as yesterday, todays course only taking in half as many students as yesterdays. but of course a special bully is still sitting in the crowd. you could feel the eyes of him following you on your way to the back rows, but you tried to ignore him.

scaramouche was sitting in the middle of his friend group at the front of the hall, everyone but him happily talking and laughing. he just sat there and sulked angrily, scribbling on his tablet.

you sat down with albedo next to yanfei, and she smiled and started some small talk with the both of you (you didnt actually listen to what she said) until the professor came and started his lecture.

"hey, y/n?" albedo asked you in a low voice, trying to not bother anyone around them during the lecture.

"yeah?"

"wanna head to the library later today? i have a few things to study for and protocolls to prepare"

you looked at the professor but nodded at albedo, thinking it was a good idea. you'd probably still do the lab protocols that you just told scaramouche to do, unsure if he will do them himself. you didnt feel like failing classes just because he didnt hand in the work you both were supposed to do. "sounds like a plan."

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you were currently heads deep reading into a few books which laid on the table, albedo sitting in front of you with the exact same book, trying to answer the questions on the reports. "..identity test and purity test of lidocaine hydrochloride?"

you were both searching for the answers in the books that laid all over the wide library table, but no answers. you sighed defeatedly, not even trying to be silent.

it was pretty late at night, 10:37 pm the watch on the wall told you, and you still werent done yet. it felt like you two were the only people in here, everyone else already left. if you two wouldve been more productive, you'd be done by now too, but instead you decided to spend extra time in the cafeteria to talk about anything and everything.

you rubbed your eyes before closing the book, standing up and stretching yourself while your blonde best friend followed you with his eyes. "im trying to find a better book. ill be back in a few minutes."

he nodded and you headed to the tons shelves, getting lost in different publications and works by different authors. you needed to walk quite a while to arrive at the section you needed, putting the old book back into the rack, your eyes scanning the book spines, trying to find a better one.

but between the publications and books, of course, you saw a special pair of indigo eyes and hair on the other side of the shelves. you couldnt think straight, and before you realized it yourself, you headed to the section where your favourite bully was standing.

a book in his hand, eyes buried deep into the book before he looked up with them, seeing your face and rolling his eyes immediately. "how the fuck are you everywhere?" scaramouche asked you.

"i should be asking you this." you answered and leaned against the shelf. "first time that i see you in here. what are you doing?"

scaramouche closed the book and put it back where he got it from. "writing my lab report. last time you told me to do it, didnt you?"

wow. you were surprised that he actually was doing his share in the project. and that he just said a whole sentence without cussing you out. you felt proud of him.

"thank you, i guess." you say, scratching your head, but scaramouche immediately turned back to you and grabbed your arm, pressing you into the shelf with full force.

"if you really feel thankful, maybe think about deleting the picture from two days ago, you fucking bitch." he spat in your face.

oh wow. welcome back, old scaramouche.

a special thought appeared in your head, and you looked at him with a small grin plastered on your lips. he just looked at you confused.

"the fuck is so funny about this?" he spat again, and your grin started growing on your face. "dont feel like it.", you answered, "but i can maybe thank you differently." you moved your leg between his, lifting it to meet his crotch softly.

scaramouche gasped quickly, probably from shock, and he let your hand go. it was an easy opportunity to shove him away from you, now you being the one to press him against the reck of books, caging him in with your hands.

you could easily see the pure flustered shock on his face, eyes wide open and face tinted in red, and you enjoyed it.

"not so bold now, are you?" you asked him, getting closer to his neck and pressing a few light kisses on them. you could feel him inhale in shock, holding his breath in and biting his lip as you attacked his neck with bites and kisses. "we can continue off from where we stopped last time?"

scaramouche felt like he was on fire, body moving on his own once again. he used your thigh to get himself off, getting hard embarrassingly quick. "see, you seem to like it?" you whispered in his ear, but all he could do was bite his lips and trying to stay silent.

yes, the library wasnt full, but it wasnt completely empty either. he didnt want anyones attention on the two of you, so he tried his best to stay silent.

you didnt appreciate this behaviour though, and pinched his ass from behind, a gasp leaving his mouth louder than he intended to.

you let go off him for a second, grabbing his small waist to turn him around, his chest pressing against the books and yours against his back. he looked back at you with wide eyes, visibly shocked. "what are u-" he started his sentence, but your hand on his boner made him lose his train of thoughts.

you opened his pants and slid in with your right hand, playing with the hem of his boxers. "st..stop this, not here.." he mumbled aroused, his pleas not sounding too serious. he didnt wanna stop now, he started to feel incredibly good again. how are you doing that to him?

your hand grabbed his dick, pumping it twice in his pants and scaramouche let his head fall back in his neck, a silent moan leaving his lips. fuck, your hands were cold, but they felt so good on his body.

but how can he believe you would get him off this easily? you giggled silently while watching him enjoy himself before taking your hand back again and kneeling behind him.

he started to get really frustrated with your behaviour and tried to glare back to you, but when he saw you on your knees behind him, face right near his ass, his eyes widened in shock (once again.)

"what are you doing?" he asked you. you didnt answer him though. all you did was pull his pants and boxers down, here, right in the middle of a library between a thousands of books.

the cold air hitting his skin made him shudder, his face turning left and right, trying to check if anyone was close. if anyone would catch you two in here, he'd absolutely go apeshit.

"ever got your asshole licked, scara?" you asked him, and your direct way of asking him made his whole face flush red. "what the fuck are you on again??" he asked, but you didnt answer once again.

you spat in your hand and moved it back to his dick, stroking him a few times to get him more obedient again. his eyes closed in shame and lust as he rutted into your hand, biting down on his hand to stay silent.

you, once again, let go of him, but this time you decided to play with his backside, massaging his ass and getting him more riled up. after a few seconds you used one of your wet fingers to get close to his hole, circling it with spit to get it wet. the moan scaramouche let out in that moment was godlike.

fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. more of his angelic voice. you can't deny that his means and whimpers do something to you, your panties getting a bit wet, heart beating faster.

you couldnt control yourself anymore and grabbed his waist, pulling him close to your face and holding him in place while you devoured him right then and there, tongue circling his hole, moving up and down close to his balls.

scaramouche felt weird, scaramouche felt good. he never felt something like this, his body never felt this good. you didnt even need to hold him down anymore, he was drunk on the pleasure, shoving his cute ass right into your face, chasing the pleasure.

he tried to stabilize himself on the shelf with his hands, head falling back into his neck and tears pooling in his eyes, so close to spilling. usually he was the one pleasuring others, and being on the receiving side this time makes him feel so small and incredibly good. he can't think of a day where he felt like this with another person pleasuring him.

he couldnt help but choke onto air, not a single word coming out of his mouth other than silent whines, tears and mewls of pleasure, so close to cumming.

at some point you switched to your fingers, a spit covered one circling his hole before slowly pushing in, and scaramouche became putty in your hands.

you took your phone from your pocket and opened your camera in one swift motion, but this time you gave the tall man in front of you some time to react.

"say cheese.." you said, and scaramouche turned his head back to you, cheeks red and wet from his tears, lip swollen, tongue out and eyes big. but he didnt care, fuck he really didnt care right now. all he needed was this pleasure that you gave him, so he just looked in the camera with angry eyes which made him look just so much more adorable. just take those stupid pics. he thought.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

oh. you completely forgot that you werent alone in the library, albedos voice somewhere near you and scaramouche. you both immediately jumped up, you on your feet and scaramouche crouching, pulling his pants up, both of your eyes wide in shock and fear.

scaramouche knew that if anyone would see you two here it wouldve been easy to guess what you did, so he pulled his pants up rather poorly and jumped away from the other side of the aisle to the other direction from where albedo came from.

fucking hell. he got blue balled once again.

"im here." you said after fixing your clothes, taking any book from the shelves and opening any page, trying to look busy as albedo walked into the aisle. it was so hard for you to contain your smirk after what you just did, but you tried your best. "i was just wondering what took you so long." he asked, fixing his glasses on his nose. "i already have the solution, we're done for today."

"oh god thank you."

"wanna get some food?"

"yes please, i was just getting tired of being here." you said and put the book away, scaramouche a few aisle away from you, listening to your conversation, hiding his face in his hands.

how did you wrap him around your finger once again?

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NYAHAHAHA hello i hope you liked part 2!! i feel like i did a bad job overall but whatever take it as it is <3 im sorry it took so long.. part 3 maybe?? yes or no??

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Hi Franky :)) I love your writing and headcanons sm you're a huge inspiration to me I hope one day I can write as smoothly as you do! I've never been sure how to ask or request anything but I was wondering how you think the strawhats would react to being called babygirl by a male significant other? I was thinking about this yesterday and it cracked me up and I wanted your take too if possible! You dont have to of course and either way hope u take care and have a nice rest of your day or night!!

Oh thank you! that's very sweet of you <3 such lovely compliments aaah and I'm sure your stuff is good too so shhhhh, have confidence! and these were fun to do so I hope you enjoy!

Luffy

He sort of tilts his head and gives you a look, not sure what you mean by that but also not really that bothered.

Just decides you are in a silly mood and laughs loudly and calls you a baby girl also.

Now he thinks it’s your thing and always calls you baby girl.

Everyone is confused it’s become the go-to for you and Luffy to shout at one another.

Nami

If she could crush you in the palm of her hand she would.

You can see the vein in her forehead and hear how she grinds her teeth.

Trust me, if anyone is the baby girl here it’s going to be you.

Doesn’t hesitate in kicking your ass.

Robin

Just thinks your silly and chuckles, and goes about her business like you’d say nothing.

If you try it again she gives you this grin over her book, one that promised she was about to make you the baby girl unless you drop it.

And you do because Robin will end you.

Usopp

“What?” He says, not sure he heard you and he blinks.

“I said, come here, baby girl.” You said again and he huffs, cheeks going pink as he considers why you called him that in the first place.

But he doesn't mind it, he feels cute and precious and just goes along with it.

Sanji

Will kick your fucking ass.

You will call him it once and get away with it.

After that prepare to have your head beaten with a very expensive leather shoe or launched over the side of the ship with a grumble of I’ll show you who’s a baby girl, shithead.

Brook

Not phased, just laughs and sips his tea, looking at you as you repeat it and he nods. “Perhaps I am, do you want to see my panties? YOHOHOHO.” And completely turns it on you and now you have no idea what to say or how to react.

Jimbei

He looks at you confused, arms crossed over his chest as he tilts his head slightly.

Was that some kinda human thing? Was it some kinda ‘young people saying’ or was it both?

Either way, he just ignores it and gives a good-natured laugh and slaps you on the back, telling you to go play with someone else.

Zoro

“Did shitty cook tell you to say that?” He asks with a sneer on his face as he stands up from where he’d been napping, cracking his neck, and flexing his fingers.

“What? No?” You said and he’s already done listening to you, walking past you, enraged and you just hear the kitchen door slamming open and all manner of screaming and shouting and things breaking.

Franky

He looks at you, flips his shades up, and squints.

“Babygirl?” He repeats and you nod.

He hmmms about it for a moment before letting his shades sit back on his nose, turning to his work, and laughs. “Yeah alright, I can dig that.” And now you are confused about how this middle-aged man can be so chill about it.

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karatekels · 7 months

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Unjust Reward - Chapter 2

Part 1 here

I said it yesterday, and I'll say it again: this is dark, bad, terrible. If you are not ready and wanting to read non-con, DO NOT READ THIS.

That said, this was a disturbing amount of fun to write. Evil!Terry ftw.

TW: Violence, sexual assault, rape, non-con, graphic sex, dirty talk, gaslighting.

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“Guess you shoulda listened to Danny-Boy, huh?” Terry says, slowly circling you like a snake coiling around its prey. You turn your head, trying to keep your eyes on him, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

“What are you talking about?”

“Please don’t go see him again, Y/N! He’s not good for you; he’s not good for anyone!” he mocks in a high voice, cackling at his impression of Daniel.

But Daniel had said those exact words to you a few days ago in the park. You thought you had been alone.

He had been there? Had he been the source of that snapping branch that you’d pulled Danny away from?

“You were there?” you ask him with horror, staring at the ground. You feel dizzy; you feel sick.

He gives you a wide smile, as though he had told you wonderful news.

“I should be thanking you. LaRusso may be a naïve little shit, but he probably would’ve found me if you hadn’t pulled him back…”

Your knees go weak, and you sink to the ground.

“I’ve been asking myself what I would have done if LaRusso had spotted me the other day,” Terry continues casually, squatting down across from you, his weight on the balls of his feet like he was prepared to pounce.

“I think I would’ve snatched you up then, Danny-Boy be damned. I’ve thought about this for so long. You’ve been keeping me up at night; I just can’t get the thought of making you mine out of my head.”

You whimper in fear at this confession, and you swear you see his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate in response to the sound.

“I had hoped that having you once would be enough to get you out of my system, but having you here now… I’m not so sure.”

He slides forward suddenly, halving the distance between you, and you scurry backwards on your palms before shakily forcing yourself to your feet.

“Terry, don’t do this, please,” you sob, your focus torn between looking for a way out and never taking your eyes off of him. You’ve never been so scared before in your entire life. “Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”

Terry slowly gets to his feet, still managing to tower over you from twenty feet away, and gives you a soft, pitying smile.

“You won’t tell anyone about this regardless,” he says with confidence, not at all worried that there may be repercussions for keeping you here against your will, threatening – no, promising to force himself on you if you didn’t offer yourself to him freely.

“Do you know why you came here, sweetheart? Even though you know better?” he coos, slowly approaching you like you were a bird about to fly away; you wish more than anything that you were. Instead, you back away from him until your back hits a cold, smooth wall. You groan, a noise of pure terror escaping you, and you see Terry lick his lips as he closes in on you.

“Because you need me. You can’t stay away, no matter how hard you try to play the innocent, good girl next door.”

He holds you in a cruel imitation of a hug, trapping you in his arms and pinning yours to your sides. You feel him bury his nose in your hair, and he inhales deeply, letting out a deep, primal groan that makes you shudder violently against him.

“I told you before – I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re so overwhelmed by your want, even though you do your best to hide it, to deny it. But I see it, doll. I see everything.”

“No, I don’t –” you try to deny him, but he silences you, pushing your head into his chest. You want to bite him, hurt him and get away, but it might just set him off and make him even more depraved at this point.

“I know, I know. You want to keep playing the sweet, innocent virgin forever, and make me get my hands dirty. That’s alright with me,” he says, pressing his body more firmly against yours and crushing you between himself and the wall. “In fact, I’m thrilled about it. Gifts can be nice, but I much prefer taking what I want.”

“But you saved me!” you protest, unable to reconcile this monster with the man that had saved you, the man you had been so drawn to. He leans away at your words to look down at you, a broad smile on his face.

“I did save you,” he agrees, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “…for myself.”

From somewhere deep within you, an angry, appalled scream bursts out of you, and you somehow manage to swing both your hands together, sending a punch right to his gut that sends him stumbling back. Turning, you run back into the office, forcing a chair underneath the doorknob. You’re not sure how long it’ll hold for, but hopefully it’s long enough for you to break the window and escape.

You drop to the ground, frantically looking for something heavy enough to throw through the glass, your heart beating a mile a minute as you hear him running to the door, throwing his weight against it with a loud bang. You find a set of dumbbells in a corner under the bed and grab one, rushing over to the window. Taking one end in both hands, you swing back, preparing to throw it through the window. You’ll probably only get one shot at this…

There’s a horrible crash behind you, and you’re knocked to the ground by the chair, pieces of the door – he had smashed right through it – and Terry himself. You cry out in pain as everything lands on top of you, but it may as well be a whisper compared to the shriek of terror you let out when Terry’s hand tangles in your hair, roughly pulling you to your feet.

“Let go of me!” you scream, your body seeming to finally lean in to the ‘Fight’ response. You swing your knee up as hard as you can, hoping to hit him in the balls and incapacitate him long enough for you to get away, but he clamps his thighs together hard around your leg, catching it in mid-swing. You let out a wail of pain as he squeezes your leg with both of his own, bending you back with a tug of your hair as you struggle to keep your balance on one leg.

“You may have been able to fight back against those pricks out there, but do you really think you stand a chance against me?” he pants, looking down at you in your awkward, trapped position. He brings your head closer to him, using his grip on your hair to tilt your head back and expose your throat. He licks a possessive trail up the side of your neck that makes you cry out in disgust, then takes your ear into his mouth and bites it just hard enough to sting. You whine, your eyes filling with tears.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me again?” he asks, his voice husky in your ear, breath hot on your neck and making you squirm. He chuckles darkly against your skin as you react to him. “Though I have to say, I do like this fiery side of you. She should come out to play more often.”

With an inhuman screech you move to hit him in the side, but this time he expects it, turning his body to the side to dodge, the momentum of your swing sending you tumbling onto the bed as he releases your leg, shoving you to the mattress. Before you can get your bearings, he’s on top of you, his massive body pressing insistently against yours. You thrash underneath him, but he’s got you pinned, and as you feel him grinding his erection against you, you realize that you’re only egging him on.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Terry groans in your ear, confirming your theory. “Trying so desperately to get away from me, Y/N, and for what? You know you can’t escape me.”

His words seem to suck the energy right out of you, and you go limp and still beneath him. He was right, wasn’t he? Trying to fight back or escape was only going to give him reason to hurt you more.

“Oh, is that it now? Do you give up?” he asks, pressing you into the mattress with his body as he leans down to whisper the mocking words in your ear. “Pathetic.”

“Terry, please,” you try begging him again, knowing it was the only option you have left. With your head turned to the side, you can see his silhouette in your peripheral vision, and try to look up at him with a pleading expression. “Please stop hurting me. This isn’t you, I know it’s not!”

All you had to do was appeal to a shred of humanity that lurked somewhere inside him, and then you’d have a chance…

“You’re right.”

You freeze at the words. Had you really gotten through to him that easily?

Slowly, he sits back, pulling you up with him until you’re both in kneeling positions. You hold your breath, your eyes clenched shut, trying not to tremble.

“I should stop hurting you,” he croons, and you feel his arms come around you in something resembling a hug. “Let’s start making you feel good.”

He grabs the hem of your shirt with both hands, trying to pull it over your head, and you instinctively fight him, throwing your head back and colliding it with his chin, hard. The impact stuns you and you slump forward, dazed and unable to move or speak.

Faintly, you feel Terry slowly, almost tenderly removing your clothes, taking advantage of your immobility.

“I don’t like you hurting, babygirl,” he coos down at you as he works your shorts and underwear down your legs. “Try to just relax and let yourself feel good.”

“Terry… no…” you groan, slowly regaining the ability to speak. You taste blood on your tongue. He clucks his tongue at you disparagingly, tugging your shirt off and quickly divesting you of your bra, leaving you naked beneath him.

“So gorgeous,” he breathes, ignoring your protests as he strokes your skin possessively. “A few bruises here and there, but nothing too bad. I hope you don’t earn any more, don’t you sweetheart?”

You don’t respond, and Terry presses his thumb down firmly on one of the large bruises on your thigh, making a hiss of pain push past your lips. “Don’t you, Y/N?” he growls, gradually increasing the pressure of his thumb.

“Yes, yes!” you cry out desperately, gasping in relief when he removes his thumb.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks innocently, stroking your hair gently as he gazes down on your crumpled form beneath him. You shy away from his hand reflexively, and he sighs, clenching his jaw as he quickly flips you onto your back, pinning your hands against the mattress when you try to cover your chest.

“I can make this so good for you, Y/N,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss your cheek in a weak parody of affection. “Let all this resistance go, and I’ll have you begging for more,” he coaxes, stroking your wrists with his thumbs. His eyes follow the path of the few tears that leak out from the corners of your closed eyes, and he wonders what they taste like. “Whaddaya say, doll?”

“No,” you tell him firmly, your eyes blazing as they open again and lock onto his. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Terry’s eyes lose the sparkle of amusement they’ve had the whole time he’s been tormenting you, darkening to a flat black, and you know you’ve said the wrong thing. His lip curls as he lets out an animalistic snarl, and he reels back, slapping you hard, his large hand managing to strike the entire side of your face, including the bandage he had gently applied not even an hour ago.

You cry out, your head whipping to the side, but you’re unable to lift a hand to your cheek before his hands roughly flip you over onto your stomach. He pins you down with a knee on your lower back, and you hear the sound of his belt as he takes off his clothes. He shifts down, keeping you still with an elbow digging into your back now, his free hand reaching down to pull off his pants, refusing to give you even a second to try to escape. Your cries ring out loudly in the room despite being muffled, your face buried in the blankets as you sob.

Terry slides back and off of you, pulling your hips with him so that you’re on your knees before him, the rest of you still slumped onto the mattress. He squeezes the flesh of your hips hard, making you whimper, and you feel his bare, hard cock grind against your entrance. You try to lurch away, but he holds fast to your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

“I’m torn, Y/N,” he tells you, kneading your ass as he talks to you casually. “Torn between fucking you hard and rough until you’re begging for mercy, or making you come until you’re begging for more.” You shudder beneath him, and he lets out a harsh laugh.

“Yeah, you’d hate yourself for coming on my cock, wouldn’t you?” he taunts, sliding his cock against your folds. You arch your back, trying to shy away from the contact, and he lets you. You hear him spit and let out a grunt of pleasure, and when he presses his cock against you again, it’s wet with his saliva, and you shiver at the implication of what that means for you. “You know what? I can have both.”

He kneels on the soles of your feet, preventing you from escaping, and you feel him spread you open with his large hands.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he hums approvingly, and your fists clench the blankets more tightly, humiliated and terrified. “And all for me.” He spits directly onto your entrance, making you feel filthy, one of his large fingers forcing its way inside you.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” he growls through gritted teeth, pumping his finger in and out of you. “My cock’s gonna break you, sweetheart.” You can hear the patronizing pout in his voice, but are too scared about his words to care; him mocking you was the least of your worries.

“But you’re gonna take it all for me, babygirl. Just like you were meant to.”

He withdraws his finger from inside you, bringing his hand around to your face, holding out two fingers.

“Suck my fingers, baby; get them nice and wet. And if your teeth go anywhere near them, I’ll pull them out, one by one,” he warns, and you let out an audible gasp at the threat. Terry takes the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth, pumping them in and out and triggering your gag reflex a few times. You try to keep still, crying softly, and after a minute or so, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, immediately sliding them back into your pussy, stretching you out.

“You’re so hot when you obey me,” Terry groans, the pace of his fingers increasing. “I knew you could be a good girl for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?” he asks, letting out a hum of approval when you immediately shake your head. It wasn’t as good as you answering him with your words, but it was a step in the right direction. “They get rewarded.”

He presses his fingers against a certain spot inside you that makes you buck your hips and cry out in surprise. He chuckles lowly at your reaction, and you feel your cheeks burn with shame.

“You like that, baby? Did that feel good?” he asks you in a rough, teasing voice, and again you shake your head. “No? Your pretty pussy is telling me different, doll.” Sure enough, his fingers move inside you more easily. You’re getting wet, you realize with horror.

“No!” you cry, repeating the word as you sob. You don’t want this.

“I’ll prove it to you, baby; I’ll make you come before I make you mine; how’s that?” Terry says, his tone soothing but his words having the opposite effect. He turns you onto your back like a ragdoll; you’re too tired and scared to fight. You know that if you do anything that makes him feel anything close to pain that he won’t hesitate to give it back to you tenfold, and you’re already pretty beaten up.

Terry crawls up on top of you, and before you can turn your head away he’s caught your lips with his own, his hands running up and down your sides possessively. You squirm against him, trying not to move your mouth in any way that could be considered kissing him back, ignoring the way his tongue tries to coax yours to tangle with his.

Not at all deterred by your lack of response, he lets you turn your head to the side, laving kisses up and down your neck, his hands coming up to massage your breasts. He lets out a groan of pleasure as he caresses your breasts, kneading them gently; you bite your tongue, forcing yourself to remain unmoved.

“Your skin is so soft, Y/N,” he moans against your neck as you fight to keep still. In one fluid motion, he rolls both of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you, even as you bite your bottom lip to try to keep it from getting out. You feel Terry grin against your neck, and hate yourself with every fibre of your being.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos encouragingly in your ear. “Let me make you feel good. You know I’m going to have you either way; you may as well enjoy it.”

“I don’t want to enjoy this!” you scream at him in frustration, your tears flowing freely now. He kisses them as they fall, savouring your taste, and you whimper at the sensation.

“Why?” he asks calmly, utterly unfazed by your screaming and crying. “What are you afraid of, someone finding out that you like this? I won’t tell if you won’t,” he promises coyly. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you more–”

“Then let me go!” you shriek, hiccupping through your sobs.

“No.”

One of his hands comes around your throat, squeezing gently in warning, and you immediately fall silent and still.

“This is happening, Y/N,” he tells you bluntly but not cruelly. “I’m making you mine tonight.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, as though he was discussing the weather and not whether or not you would be complicit in your own assault. “I’ll stop trying to make it good for you if you’re just going to fight me on it, but it’s going to make things a lot more painful for you. Is that what you want?” Terry looks straight into your eyes as he asks the question, like he’s trying to search your soul for the answer.

You take a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes, and for once this evening Terry seems amenable to giving you a moment to yourself.

Was this even something you were capable of? Enjoying him forcing himself on you, or at least not fighting back? How could you live with yourself if you just let this happen? You would hate yourself everyday…

But at the same time, Terry was giving you the option to get through tonight without hurting you. Maybe that would be worth it, for both your body and your psyche. Before learning the truth about him, you had been attracted to him, interested in him… was there any part of that desire still within you after all this that you could cling to, just to get you through the night?

You open your eyes, forcing yourself to look at him, taking in his naked body for the first time. As your eyes roam over the pale flesh of his chest, you try to only think about the memories from before, the things he had done to make you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach.

After taking a moment to look at all of him – your face flushing despite yourself as you take in the sight of his large, hard member – you manage to bring your eyes up to his face without flinching or looking away. You try not to feel too proud of yourself for your newfound ability to dissociate.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” he asks, and you bite your lip. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you.

“I… I’ll stop r-resisting you.” You force the words out, trying to keep your breathing somewhat regular.

“You will?” he asks, sounding slightly surprised.

“You promise you won’t hurt me?” the question comes out weak and shaky. You don’t know why you’re trying to elicit a promise from him; the man was a psychopath that couldn’t be trusted for even a second.

“I can’t promise that it won’t hurt when I’m first inside you, but as long as you don’t give me a reason to, I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” Well, at least he had been upfront about something tonight.

“Then okay,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about what you’re saying. “I’ll try to relax.”

“Relax and enjoy, beautiful,” Terry croons, his arms coming around your waist as he slowly lowers you onto your back. You don’t resist, focusing on the parts of him that don’t make you want to recoil from his touch. His body comes on top of yours, skin-on-skin, but this time he holds his weight off of you instead of trapping you against the mattress.

“Want you so bad, babygirl,” he moans against your skin, laying kisses all over your neck and across your collarbone. “Wanted you for so long.”

Against your better judgement, you slowly raise your hands to wrap them around his neck, trailing them up to his ponytail. You grip it in one hand, causing him to pause and look down at you, his blue eyes flashing a warning, but you force yourself to maintain his gaze, calmly releasing his hair from the ponytail, running your fingers through it slowly.

It helped him look like somebody else.

A pleased rumble emanates from Terry’s chest and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your chest. He eagerly moves down your body, his hands and lips never leaving your skin as he slowly slides down to your chest. For some reason, you don’t feel self-conscious; you suppose you’re far past that point now.

He gently takes your breasts in his hands, his rough palms rubbing your nipples, and you feel them getting hard from the attention. He slowly rolls your breasts in circles, the motion surprisingly sending a warm tingling sensation low down in your belly, and you buck your hips ever-so-slightly upwards at the feeling.

Terry purrs, catching the movement; he never missed anything. Pleased, he lowers his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue as his fingers toy with the other.

You let out a muffled whimper that you hide behind a hand, the other clutching the blanket beneath you. Terry releases you from his mouth, pausing his ministrations to look up at you from under his eyelashes with a lustful expression.

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he implores you, maintaining eye contact as he drags his tongue from the bottom of your breast to the top, laving directly over your nipple. You moan, forcing your hand away from your mouth to mirror your other, clutching the sheets with both fists now, and feel Terry grin as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Sliding back up your body somewhat to watch your face, he uses his fingers to tease your nipples until you can’t help but arch up against him.

“You have such perfect, perky tits,” he whispers obscenely, taking in the way you squirm and turn red at his dirty talk with a wicked grin. “And you’re still so innocent, even for a virgin. Such a sweet, pure, good girl, aren’t you Y/N?” he asks, and you nod reluctantly, hoping desperately that he’s not going to make you say it.

No such luck.

“I want you to say it, sweetheart,” he says, watching you bite your lip with hesitation. He leans in and you flinch, worried he’s going to hurt you. Instead, he moves to speak in your ear, his fingers never ceasing to play with your breasts.

“Say it, Y/N; I bet it’ll make you wet for me.” He lightly pinches both your nipples as he whispers to you, and you cry out, feeling a throbbing in your clit.

“I’m a good girl!” you moan out shamelessly, and he tweaks your nipples again as you give in, causing another wave of arousal to wash over you.

“Mmm, yes you are,” he agrees, humming approvingly, his eyes dark with lust. He trails one hand down your body between your legs, and you tense slightly. He targets a sensitive spot on your collarbone, giving it a hot, open-mouthed kiss and sucking on the flesh there, making you relax and leaving a love bite on your skin. He runs a long finger along your slit, and while you’re still feeling tender from him roughly entering you earlier, you feel your entrance slick with your juices.

“So wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he asks, and this time you don’t need any instructions as his finger lightly flits across your clit.

“Yes!” you cry out, rolling your hips against his hand. “I’m so wet!”

“Good girl,” he hisses, thrilled by your response, and rewards you by slipping a finger inside of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb in a way that has you going weak in the knees. “Who made your pussy wet? Tell me.”

“Unh…oh, fuck!” you cry out as he angles his finger, hitting your G-spot again. “You did, Terry! I’m wet for you,” you moan wantonly, your face burning with humiliation. He makes that pleased rumbling in his chest again, and the sound makes your toes curl. He slips in a second finger with ease, pumping them in and out, and you’re mortified at the wet sounds he’s dragging out of your body.

“Damn right you’re wet for me,” he growls, sitting up now so he can watch how your whole body responds to him, his eyes feverishly bright. “This is mine,” he purrs, suddenly adding a third finger to your cunt that has you keening as you arch off the bed. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come and then I’m gonna make it mine,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head at his dirty talk. Why did someone who could make you feel like this have to be such a monster?

Terry quickens the pace of his fingers, pulling you away from that train of thought, and starts curling them against the spot that makes you see stars with every stroke, making you mewl desperately as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he demands, rubbing your clit steadily even as he keeps his fingers thrusting inside your pussy, and it isn’t long before you come hard with a scream, your legs clamping down on Terry’s hand and trapping it there. He leans down, kissing you deeply, and this time you find yourself kissing him back. This clearly pleases him, and he groans into your mouth, running his hands lightly up and down your body.

“You’re gorgeous when you come apart for me.”

You blush furiously at the compliment, still feeling embarrassed and trying to stay in this safe headspace you had created for yourself.

Terry widens his stance on his knees, spreading your legs wider to either side of him, and reaches down, coating his fingers in your juices and stroking his cock as he looks down at you spread out beneath him. You immediately start trembling, trying to calm yourself down. Terry’s hands return to your sides, stroking them soothingly and helping you relax again.

You feel his erection prodding your entrance, and instinctively reach up for him as you tense up. He takes in your gesture with dark eyes, before taking the base of his cock in one hand, steadying it while pushing just the head inside you before lowering the rest of his body to be closer to you, giving you the comfort you’re craving.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against yours, and you make a noncommittal noise, digging your nails into his back as you grip his shoulders. He hisses, thrusting himself slightly deeper inside of you reflexively. “Gonna take you, gotta make you mine,” he whispers huskily, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself.

Without drawing it out, Terry thrusts his hips forward, filling you in one motion before stilling inside of you. You let out a soft cry as he stretches you, but it’s not nearly as bad as you had been anticipating. He peppers your face with kisses, cooing words of encouragement and comfort that have you melting against him, rocking your hips experimentally.

“That’s it,” he hisses in pleasure. “There’s my good girl, Y/N.”

He pulls back before surging forward again, immediately setting a hard and fast pace. There’s some pleasure to it, but your body isn’t used to this new and unfamiliar exercise, and it starts to feel like he’s bruising you from the inside out.

“Terry, please! Not so hard!” you whimper, but he doesn’t change his pace, thrusting into you as deep as he can get, his hands coming down to grip your bruised hips tightly.

“Relax, doll,” he says, his lip curling in a grimace as he loses himself in pleasure. “Time for me to get what I want.”

You shudder, tears coming to your eyes at the rough treatment, and your protective shield of ignorance shatters as you come face-to-face with the reality of your situation. You cry quietly as he snaps his hips against yours, chasing his own release, hoping that you won’t set him off again with your tears.

After a few minutes of him fucking you into the mattress, he slides a hand up your body, wrapping it around your throat once again.

“Say my name,” he demands in a rough voice, squeezing your neck lightly in warning.

“Terry!” you squeal in pain and terror, and with his eyes clenched shut, he seems to mistake it for a pleasured moan of his name.

Growling his approval, licks a sloppy path up the bruised side of your face, making you whimper.

“Say it again; don’t stop until I fill you up.”

You force his name from your lips as many times as you can, uncaring of how they sound. You feel strangely numb as he ruts into you like an animal, and are only brought back to earth when he comes inside you, the feeling strange and unpleasant. He moans your name with his release.

“Y/N… my girl.”

He collapses to the side of you to avoid crushing you, the tiny cot somehow big enough to fit you both and support your weight, though you’re still trapped beneath an arm and a leg. You try not to cry, waiting until Terry starts to snore before you slowly worm your way out from underneath him, crawling to the bottom of the bed to climb off, find your clothes and get the fuck out of there. You feel yourself leaking Terry’s come down your thighs, and the sensation almost has you vomiting.

A large hand closes around your ankle as you try to clamber off the bed, and you yelp in surprise.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Getting dressed. Going home?” you ask hopefully, and he laughs at the tone of your voice, pulling you back onto the bed with ease and trapping you in his arms.

“You can’t go out with your face looking like that,” he states, as though it were obvious. “People will ask too many questions. You’ll be staying with me until you’re all better.”

You wrap your arms around yourself in a hug, trying to ignore the feel of Terry’s doing the same to you.

“But, but I thought that once you… once we…” you stammer, and he laughs through a carefree yawn.

“I told you that having you once might not be enough for me,” he reminds you, shrugging before nuzzling into your hair, and you whimper, stiffening against him. Did he really just expect you to play house with him after everything that happened tonight?

“Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart,” he purrs sleepily, his arm tightening around your waist. “Even if you manage to get away from me, you can’t get out of here without a key to the door. I don’t want to have to tie you down just to get some sleep.”

You slump bonelessly in his arms, scowling. He was right, and you were too tired and sore to do anything about it.

“Good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your body as he feels you give up. “I’ll take you to my doctor tomorrow to get you patched up. This pretty face shouldn’t be all banged up,” he says, laying a sloppy kiss on your cheek, one hand coming up under your chin to hold your head steady. Your only form of protest is the silent tears pouring down your face.

“Try not to give me a reason to make it look like this again.”

#terry silver #thomas ian griffith #terry silver x reader #karate kid #kk3 #the karate kid 3 #smut #dark desires october #extremely dark #graphic smut #trigger warnings aplenty

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Paranoia

(Secret History/TSAA Tails x Paranoid!Reader)

A/N

i made this back in april and ngl this is not my best work but i spent a lot of time on it and i wanted to post it anyway. if this is deserving of a chapter 3 plz let me know but i thought it would be interesting to leave it as a blank canvas for everyone to think of what happened next yknow. anyway author note over plz enjoy my first sh tails fanfic <3

🌸 this is very inspired by other sh tails x reader fanfics on tumblr as well as tsaa 🌸

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Chapter 1

“I just—I feel like something, or someone is watching me…” You look around nervously as you tell Sonic, one of your best friends, about your recent anxieties. For the past week, you’ve been extremely paranoid. You would hear rustling in the bushes, or see something out of the corner of your eye, and you’d always get the same sinking feeling in your stomach that there’s something there. You’ve closed your blinds and haven’t touched them, and you’ve stayed in your house as much as you could, but you know you couldn’t live like this forever. You wanted whatever was stalking you gone, and the only person you could trust enough to tell this to was the beloved hero and your best friend, Sonic the Hedgehog. He had saved you from Eggman’s control, and since then you were integrated into the friend group, but because of the encounter you were the closest with Sonic.

“If you want me to, I can stay here and keep guard until that thing goes away, unless I take care of it first!” Sonic grins at you at winks at the end of his sentence.

“Could you??” You grin back hopefully.

“It’d be no biggie! I bet I could take it out in a couple seconds!” Despite knowing it was his overconfidence talking, you still trust him. I mean, he saved your life after all—surely he had this in the bag.

“Oh, thank you Sonic!” You pull him into a tight hug and after a second he gently hugs you back.

“It’s no problem!” He lets go, gives you a reassuring smile, then gets up to stretch. “Do you have any chilidogs?”

“I can make them!” You get up and head to the kitchen.

For the rest of the day, you and Sonic played games, ate chilidogs, and just hung around. It was the most fun you’ve had in a while! But then it came time for you to go to bed.

“You’ll be alright, don’t worry.” Sonic places a hand on your shoulder. “If I see that stalker, I’ll kick its sorry butt!”

“Thanks, Sonic,” you giggle. You both hold eye contact for another moment before Sonic turns to leave your room.

“Goodnight Sonic, be careful!” You warn him, but he just laughs.

“When have I ever been careful?” He rubs his nose with his thumb, then goes to shut your door. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

After another moment of silence you decide to get comfy under your bed and try to sleep. You’ve barely slept since this whole thing started, but you finally felt comfortable enough to doze off, knowing it will be handled.

Sonic really is amazing. You smile as you begin to phase out of consciousness.

***

You wake up feeling refreshed and happy for the first time in a while. While you get up and stretch, you remember last night and feel yourself smiling.

“Today’s gonna be a good day,” you exclaim to yourself.

You realize you should check on Sonic, so you start heading toward the living room.

Not here? You figured he’d end up crashing on the couch, but alas, empty.

You look around the house, quietly so as to not disturb him if he’s still asleep.

Did he leave early? But he said he’d be here… You start getting worried and check around the house one more time.

“Sonic?” You eventually call out to him.

Nothing.

“Maybe he fell asleep outside, that’s a Sonic thing to do,” you mumble to yourself, trying to convince yourself that he didn’t bail on you despite what it looked like.

You open the front door and look around.

Gone.

“No, there’s no way he’d leave me after yesterday…” You try to figure out what could’ve happened, but nothing made sense. Sonic is not one to bail out unless it has to do with romance, but he has Amy for that. And there’s no way he’d let someone kidnap him, let alone defeat him in a fight.

“Maybe he crashed at Tails’?” You remember Sonic’s little fox friend. Tails is the type of friend you’d only hang out with when he’s with the rest of the group, though on occasion Sonic would bring him along when you were hanging out with the former. But if he’s Sonic’s best friend, you trust him just as well.

So you start heading to his laboratory. Sonic brought you over there one time when he wanted to bring Tails along with you two, and it wasn’t hard to find.

Once you believe you’ve found it, you knock on the door.

After a moment Tails opens the door with a curious expression, but when he sees you he smiles awkwardly.

“Hey…!” He pauses for a moment, as if trying to remember your name. “What’re you doing here?”

“(Y/N).” You frown a bit.

“(Y/N)! Right, I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy with my projects recently.” He chuckles half-heartedly.

“Is this a bad time then…?”

“No! Not at all! Are you alright?” Tails leans into you, studying your expression and demeanor.

“I just—did Sonic sleep here last night, by chance? Or have you seen him at all today?” You fiddle with your fingers nervously.

“No, I haven’t seen him since yesterday.” He puts his fingers on his chin like he’s thinking.

“That’s so weird…” You mumble to yourself, and Tails cocks his head to the side.

“I’ve, uh…” You look around, feeling paranoid again. There’s no way your stalker kidnapped Sonic, you tried to reassure yourself.

But what else could have happened? You knew Sonic better than for him to leave his friend—or anyone, for that matter—in a vulnerable state. You could feel that thing is still out there, so that could only mean Sonic lost.

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, taking you out of your dark thoughts.

“Hey, let’s go inside.” Tails looks at you with worry in his eyes, and he directs you inside his lab. Just before he shuts the door, however, he takes a good look behind him, making sure no one, nor anything was near.

You two sit down on a couch, which seems out of place for a workshop but you assume Tails would use it for one of his inventions, if he hadn’t already. Tails’ arm lingers on your back for a moment before he lets go of you.

“Well,” you begin, looking down at your lap. “I-I think someone has been stalking me for the past week, and I’ve been getting really paranoid… I talked to Sonic about it yesterday, and he said he’d stay at my place to keep watch for the stalker, but this morning I woke up, and…” Your voice began to crack and choke up. You thought crying over something like this was stupid, but you couldn’t help it. Your anxiety levels have been off the charts. “He was gone… I’m not a fighter—I mean, I know self defense, but…” You go to wipe a tear, but Tails takes your hand instead, which makes you look up at him.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry…” His voice is sugary-sweet and comforting. He wipes your tears with his other paw. “You know, I am Sonic’s best friend, but Sonic can be really stupid sometimes.”

“R…Really?” You tilt your head a bit in curiosity. You’ve idolized Sonic for as long as you can remember, and you never realized even he could have flaws.

“Oh yeah.” Tails’ tone immediately shifts, which catches you off guard. “I wouldn’t put it past him if he bailed on you. Do you know how easily distracted he gets? I would talk to him about a new invention of mine, and he would rummage through my stuff and even break things! Or when I make him an invention that could be potentially dangerous, he never listens and always reaps the consequences! Sometimes he even leaves mid-conversation because he saw a chilidog!”

That doesn’t sound like Sonic, was your initial thought, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense: Sonic seems like the impatient and easily-distracted type, and you’re surprised you’ve never noticed it before. Any doubt in your mind was immediately brushed off because Tails has known Sonic way longer than you, or anyone else for that matter, so he would know Sonic better than anybody.

“I never knew that…” Tails nods at your comment, but before he could continue his rant you pipe in. “Are you sure my stalker didn’t kidnap him? Or something bad happened to him??”

“Has Sonic ever fought a battle he couldn’t win?”

You hesitate for a moment, but Tails doesn’t wait for a reply. “Never! He’s never lost a battle, and it’s been, what, 30 years now? Nothing stands a chance against Sonic, not even some weird stalker,” Tails says matter-of-factly.

“So, you really think Sonic bailed on me…?” You ask hesitantly, still uncertain of the validity of that claim. The way Tails was speaking sounded very truthful, but you still couldn’t wrap your head around why Sonic would do such a thing.

“That’s what it looks like.” Tails then squeezes your hand. “Hey! Why don’t I take care of your stalker, and you can stay here for a while so you feel more safe? I have an extra room that Sonic usually sleeps in, but you’re more important right now.”

More important than Sonic? His choice of words makes a part of you feel unsure, but you quickly push it aside.

“You’d do that for me?” Your eyes widen and you smile hopefully, surprised at Tails’ very kind gesture.

“It’s the least I can do! I want to make sure you’re okay, and I don’t want anything to hurt my friends!” He grins at you, which makes you grin as well.

“Oh, thank you Tails!” You give him a big bear hug, to which he chuckles and hugs you back.

“Of course!” He starts to rub your back with his paw.

“What are friends for?”

Chapter 2

“Alright, you can open your eyes now!”

You open your eyes and look at the strange machine in Tails’ paws. It looks like a mini robot version of Tails’ head but with cameras for eyes.

“With a flip of a switch on the bottom of the head, it will create an electrical force field to protect you from anyone coming near you! I have it set to where it can recognize you and me, so you don’t have to worry about any happy accidents.”

“Tails, that’s amazing!! How did you make this so quick?” You grin at Tails, who rubs the back of his head and gives a humble smile.

“I was already working on an upgraded security system for my lab, and I’ve made inventions like this before for fighting Eggman, so it wasn’t a challenge.” He takes your hand once again and sets the device in your palm. “Just stick this above your bed, and make sure it’s on before you go to sleep!”

“This is so kind of you! Thank you so much!!” Being a hugger, you pull Tails into another warm embrace, this time burying your head in his chest fluff. He lets out a low, unsettling giggle that immediately sends an uncomfortable feeling to your gut, but then Tails clears his throat and coughs.

“Sorry, got something in my throat.” He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tighter. “That’s what friends are for!”

Something about that giggle deeply disturbs you.

You’re just paranoid, you reassure yourself. At this point with your paranoia, you would freak out over the crack of a twig.

“I should get to bed.” You decide to try to brush it off, and you let go of Tails.

“Alright, goodnight!” He gives you a sweet smile. “If you need anything, I’ll be here!” You notice his cheeks have a pinkish tint.

You nod and head off toward your room (for the time being). You still wonder why Sonic would ditch you—you know he always puts others needs before his own, even if he gets easily-distracted. He’s a hero, after all! Did he really think a creepy stalker wasn’t that important? It didn’t make sense.

You stick Tails’ gadget on the wall above your bed and turn it on. Immediately you see blue electricity surrounding and taking the shape of your room, flickering briefly before becoming invisible. Seeing this, your anxieties quickly ease and you take a deep breath.

This looks promising.

You get under your bed covers and close your eyes, but just as you’re about to fall asleep your eyes shoot open.

That feeling again. That unsettling, disturbing feeling in your gut. That feeling of your throat closing up, being paralyzed with fear despite wanting to run and hide. Foreboding and helplessness. Knowing whatever is out there is out for you, unsure if you’ll be alive in the next second. Unknown eyes burning onto you and leaving scars on your mental psyche.

Someone is watching you.

You can’t do anything but wait. Wait, you know Tails’ gadget will work, so why hasn’t it gone off yet? Hesitantly, you sit up and look around, heart pounding. Dark and quiet. Alone. You look at the window to your left. Was it locked? You try to swallow, but your mouth is too dry. You crawl out of bed and keep low to the ground, so as to keep out of sight. Shaking, you reach your hand out to the window lock and check it—locked, good. Just to be sure, you unlock it briefly and quickly lock it again. You let go of the breath you just realized you were holding. Satisfied, you crawl back into bed and hide under the covers.

You should be fine as long as the force field is on and everything is locked.

Uh oh.

You look at the door to your right. Not locked. Crud.

You jump out of bed and run to the door, quickly lock it, then jump back into bed. Safe. You peek your head out of the covers and look around, just in case. Dark and quiet. Alone.

Yet that feeling won’t go away. Where is it coming from?

You scan the room to the best of your ability, with it being almost completely pitch black. Closet doors are shut. Window locked and blinds closed. Door locked.

Your eyes land on the force field gadget above your bed. It has cameras in it, doesn’t it? You stand on your bed and inspect the little Tails head. The cameras are for laying out the force field, right? You take it off the wall and try to look in the cameras, though it’s too dark for you to see anything. You take a step to find a light—

THUMP!

You had forgotten you were on your bed, and you fell hard on the ground.

“Ow…” Just as you’re about to get up, the door handle jiggles as if someone is trying to get in.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” You feel relieved hearing Tails’ muffled voice through the door. You get up, unlock the door, open it, and before you realize it tears are streaming down your face.

“Someone, someone is—” You look around, but Tails quickly directs your face toward him with his paws.

“(Y/N), look at me. Breathe.” He was serious, but caring in his expression, so you do as he says. As you’re taking deep breaths, you notice his eyes are gleaming in the moonlight with hurt, almost looking guilty.

You two continue to hold eye contact for a couple minutes, with him making sure you’ve calmed down before he speaks again.

“Do you need to sit down?”

You nod, and he directs you over to your bed to sit. You take another deep breath before speaking.

“I got the feeling again… that I was being watched…” You fold your arms across your chest and look down.

It’s silent for a couple moments, which makes you nervous. What could Tails be thinking?

Eventually, Tails scoots closer to you and sets a paw on your shoulder.

“Have you ever actually seen this stalker?” His voice is filled with concern. You think back to all the times you would have that intense anxiety feeling: leaving the house, hearing the wind blowing, hearing the slightest difference of air shifting to the hop of a rabbit.

“Well… no…” You feel embarrassed now—you realize you have no real evidence to support the validity of your fear.

“Did my force field react at all before I came?”

“No…”

“Is it possible that maybe… there is no stalker?”

You pause. You thought for absolute certain someone was constantly watching you. There were too many signs as far as hearing things and sensing someone staring at you, but those could have easily been mistaken for everyday things—maybe a duck was just watching you. The more you think about it, the more you realize Tails is right.

“I thought,” you begin, but you’re at a loss of words. All this anxiety over nothing. You wrapped up Tails and Sonic into this mess just for it to be all in your head. You feel so defeated. “I’m so sorry, Tails…”

“Shhh, it’s okay, (Y/N)!” Tails’ voice is a little cheery, which surprises you but you don’t think about it too much. He comes up behind you to give you a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. “You know, I have just the solution to your problem!”

Just as you’re about to cry again, you turn your head toward Tails, interested. “You do?”

“Mhm, it’s a simple procedure that will cure all the anxiety and paranoia you’ve been going through. You’ll be able to live normally again.” His voice is very soothing and reassuring in a similar manner to a hypnotist.

“Oh yes, Tails, please!” You quickly turn around to face him and hold your hands in a praying position, begging, “please help me!”

“Oh, I don’t know, (Y/N)… it’s very dangerous, and if done incorrectly, fatal.” You weren’t sure because of the dark room, but you could’ve sworn Tails had a little smirk.

“Tails, please. I’m so desperate… I just want my life back. I’ll do anything to be normal again.” Your eyes start to well up yet again. “You’ve already helped me so much… You’re the only person I trust right now, and without you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I don’t want to scare anyone else away, I don’t want anyone to think I’m crazy. Please…”

A silent moment passes before Tails sets his paws on your shoulders, which then drape down your arms.

“Don’t worry, of course I’ll help you! There would be no one better for the job.” Tails sounds so sure of himself, which puts you at ease.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” You quickly pull Tails into another bear hug, which takes him by surprise, but he laughs.

You feel a paw stroking your hair.

“Of course, (Y/N)! What are friends for, after all?”

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