#and that includes learning where to go to try looking for an answer yourself first

[jvlianbashir]

i know that others have already commented on this but most of my high school interns are so helpless when it comes to technology that doesn't completely spoonfeed the experience that it is actually terrifying

[yzzart]

"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞."

pairing: peacekeeper!Coriolanus x reader.

word count: 2.411!

summary: you would never think you would be brought to a filthy place by Coriolanus.

warnings: +18!, p in v, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, biting, mention of blood, possessiveness, pet names, dirty talk, explicit words, explicit content.

Lucy Gray's enthusiastic voice, used to captivating and enchanting the attention of anyone in the surroundings, was completely muffled and a little inaudible, but impossible to be silenced; the lyrics, which told stories she lived and told, remained understandable. — They were always understandable and manifested.

So, like the citizens, workers and survivors of District 12 who were present in the environment and sang, danced and got in sync with the girl. — Some were drinking, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, without worrying about their lives and listening to singing.

Perhaps, you would be included at some table, drinking, or not, trying to put something reasonable in your unbearable mind or letting your pride, your envy for, respectively, the winner of district 12 and sing along with her. — And then forget what happened the next day.

Well, that is if Coriolanus hadn't dragged your hand and taken you to an empty, dirty and, terribly, poorly lit corridor with such an inappropriate and filthy intention. — Dirtier than that environment.

"Look at you." — His voice mixed in the song and against its pure poison, the one you were used to delighting in, and a false softness; pretending to care about your sly whining. — "Such a dirty girl, huh?" — A question you wouldn't dare answer, you wouldn't give him that taste.

You knew, he knew, that he was right. — Coriolanus was never wrong; not even when he wanted to be. — The delightful situation you allowed yourself to commit to was indecent, unworthy; risking all the good and distinguished manners he learned at home in the Capital. — And something that, clearly, your parents would be disappointed in their naive daughter.

Coriolanus held and pressed your delicate, vulnerable body on his lap, pinning your back to the old-fashioned, rusty, unfamiliar wall and imposing your legs around his waist. — With the peculiar fact that his cock is buried and so concentrated in your pussy; warming and enveloping him insanely. — The feeling of his clothing fabric caused distress and burned your skin a little, it didn't bother you at all. — His hands grabbed your thighs with determination, forcing, in the future, marks from his fingers in the region.

The young and current peacekeeper was marking every part of your body; even those spots that were not visible and so hidden with clothes.

But who are you kidding when it's a guy you sacrificed your exquisite life for? Even with him severely violating the rules imposed in the game and knowing the risks involved, what would he, in fact, lose in his life. — A proof of love like this was not seen or witnessed in times like these. — And you did it for Coriolanus.

Your conscience was against the fallacies uttered from the melancholic and questioning lips of your parents, who did not assimilate the reason for your decision and request to be transported to where Coriolanus was destined. — They denied it, at first, but they agreed in distress and begged for you to be okay; and even bribing some captain to pay attention and protection to you. — Honestly, you didn't need a miserable captain because you knew who you could count on and who could protect you.

These were the words of Coriolanus, upon learning the story, your first report and confession upon meeting him. — God, you remember every word.

"Did a bird bite your tongue out, my dear?" — He gasped against your sweaty and nibbled neck, and that, for sure, in the next few hours marks would appear on your sensitive area and you didn't know how you were going to hide them. — "Tell me, hm?" — Coriolanus, not satisfied with the previous and present marks, left a long and intense suck and lick on the marked spot.

"Coryo…" — You moaned in a drawn out, almost silent way, running one of your hands through his rough, cut hair; you missed your beautiful and soft curls, that change was terrible and so painful for your eyes. — "Can anyone…" — Taking a deep breath, you tried to find words. — "…appear here."

And you were right, at least there was a reasonable streak of awareness in your mind. — Coriolanus didn't matter, he didn't care, and he wouldn't listen to his words; This was, incredibly, unbearable.

It was a corridor that led to some rooms and, probably, small and mediocre rooms that held drinks and small, ordinary portions of food; therefore, someone could pass by there. — A drunk, a person looking for a calmer environment, a peacemaker or even sweet Lucy Gray looking for you. — Anyone could conceptualize that moment.

"Oh, but it would be quite a spectacle, wouldn't it?" — Coriolanus deepened, even more, his body against your; causing a more sudden and surprising contact of his cock against your pussy. — You two moaned together. — "And deep down in that silly little head of yours, you'd love it." — He took a deep breath, licking the bite he left on his neck. — "I know that, my dear."

Coriolanus deeply hated the attempt to be deceived; the dishonest and undignified way people believe they could lie to him or at least hide what is truly going on in their skin. — He committed such an act, it became too ironic for his tongue. — Snow felt disgusted.

However, he found your attempt to pretend to believe in a certain concern funny; he was delightful, exciting.

Coriolanus's reddened lips, mixed with the taste of your sweat, distributed wet and quick kisses to your lips, which were nibbled and had some rather discreet marks of blood; if he weren't so busy, your lover would scold you for hurting your bold and beautiful mouth. — Before deepening a contact between your lips, Coriolanus curved a sharp smile, as evil as his true thoughts, and releasing a brief laugh that vibrated his chest.

Coriolanus had you in the palm of his hand.

Wasting no time, Coriolanus joined your lips against his, crushing and sucking them; forming such an obscene and inappropriate kiss accompanied by wet noises and whimpers. — Coriolanus's poisonous tongue moved, abruptly and rudely, through your mouth, as if he didn't know it, and fought for space, a domination that had no conditions to exist. — There were quick and anxious contacts between teeth, but nothing that could interrupt you.

Your hand remained in his coarse hair, while the other rested on his clothed shoulder. — You wanted, more than anything, to mark that arrogant man; and you wanted until the end to be able to leave at least a simple scratch.

When disconnecting his lips from yours, Coriolanus runs his teeth across your lower lip, biting and pulling, not exaggeratedly, at it. — Your mouth is shining, his too, from the mixing and distribution of saliva. — And the deep, vigorous, petulant blue eyes of Coriolanus looked at them with insatiable desire; as if he truly wanted to devour them. — As if a serpent saw its fragile and naive prey.

That man, for whom you would destroy your life for, was the very plumbing and aspect of one of the worst things that world could fear and observe. — And Coriolanus will do everything to ensure that your exquisite presence is at his side.

"When i'm done…" — Coriolanus cursed, shaking his head, moving his hips and returning to continuing the slow, silent thrusts. — "…when i'm fucking done with all this shit." — He tried to form a concrete sentence, finding words, but not using them in an appropriate and understandable way. — "I will make you the first lady of Panem."

Coriolanus groaned, so loud and noisy, and without any kind of shame; feeling your greedy and delicious pussy squeeze his cock with pleasure, even in a somewhat compromising position. — His voice sounded so vulnerable, a little miserable, and feeling corrupted by the spasms you attributed to him. — For the satisfaction you gave with this, in the future, title.

A title so promising, prestigious and respectable that it would quickly become his alone; fitting your name, as if it were created just for you. — Perfect.

"My first lady." — Another thrust, this time, deep and sudden; you felt, insanely, the veins and pulsations of Coriolanus's cock, you felt him completely. — "Just mine." — Your lover's possessiveness exclaimed in your ears, releasing whimpers and moans so needy and tremulous from your lips.

The noise of clothes clashing with little noise between the movements of Coriolanus's hips against your didn't bother either of your, just a mediocre desire to feel your flesh struggle against each other, freely. — Oh, but this wish can still be fulfilled during the late night or early morning. — Your body was so pressed, dominated by the young peacekeeper; your needy little hole was crushing against his dick.

You were accepting of him so well, you always did. — Coriolanus did not hold back or hide his groans and grunts, and your name was hummed from his lips like a snowflake at his introduction; even he couldn't contain himself and it was, ridiculously, contradictory. — He felt sensitive, completely, enchanted by you, even though he didn't believe in such beliefs.

"Coryo…" — Your lips were half-open, so red and irresistible, it seemed like they had the intention and objective of driving that young man crazy, calling out his name. — "My love…" — Your head was dizzy, a pure mess.

Normally, Snow felt a deep, burning and bitter disgust at hearing those last words coming from other people's lips; hard to disbelieve that it was worth listening to or being called that way. — So much affection, passion and destruction at the same time. — But, hearing and witnessing your genuine and admirable voice calling him that? In such an erotic, promiscuous and libertine tone. — Coriolanus mentally desired more; like always.

A trembling sensation, almost a contraction in your stomach accompanied by a somewhat bearable and pleasurable tingling began to form; and your lungs found it difficult to breathe, turning you into a panting mess. — And your eyes, completely, heavy and almost closing.

Coriolanus recognized this. — First than you.

"Coryo, i…" — You paused, trying to breathe. — "…i'm so close." — It was stupid to warn him, or guide him, about this because that damned young man knew it; and he knew your body better than you did.

Coriolanus didn't utter a word, and preferred to remain still trapped and focused on you, feeling you. — The blue eyes contemplated your image, which remained majestic even in such an impure situation; wanting to engrave it in his mind forever. — Soon, he sank your lips in a wet and captivating kiss against his, swallowing your loud moans; this time, Coriolanus kissed gently, a little gentle with a touch of fervor.

The peacekeeper pressed your body even more against the wall, squeezing your thighs tighter, as if he was looking for firmer support; Coriolanus was also close to cumming. — The thrusts became more sloppy and dedicated to releasing your orgasm and you moaned uncontrollably against the man's lips. — No one cared anymore about the fact that someone appeared in the region. — Your body burned, and it wasn't just from the unmistakable and unbearable heat.

Your walls spasmed through your body and pulsed against Coriolanus' cock, and the feeling of relief formed in your stomach; the feeling of liberation. — Your eyes closed, tightly and forcefully, along with a small crushed scream that was released through your lips; you reached your peak, cumming on Coriolanus's cock. — Giving yourself completely to him; reveling in your pleasure and passion for Snow.

You would be the death of him, and at risk, Coriolanus would never admit it out loud, never could confess; but, he was sure that you were the point of his weakness, of his instability. — Coriolanus would risk arresting, preserving you so that nothing wrong could happen to you and, above all, to him. — And when he admires your pleasure dripping down his mediocre pants, that the only thing that came out of your mouth was his name, Coriolanus feels his blood heat, somewhat ironically.

He feels like he's in a place he's never been, never had the opportunity to be; if it was paradise, then you were his. — The only one that mattered. — Coriolanus' mind begins to weaken and weigh down, feeling increasingly tired; wanting to bury himself deeper into your pussy.

Feeling your fingers on the back of his neck, you lightly run your nails over the area covered in sweat and hot, bringing a shiver to the young man's body. — Your still dazed and confused eyes watched Coriolanus swallow hard, so tense and almost collapsing. — Soon, falling apart inside you.

Your walls were filled with Coriolanus' warm seeds, such a pleasant sensation, feeling so full and yet so safe in his arms. — Making you actually forget where you were. — And you choke when you feel another movement of Coriolanus's hips, he was pushing his cum into you even more.

The young peacekeeper still felt tense, basking in you, and not wanting to leave the position he was in; still, completely, grabbed and pressed against your body. — Feeling the spasms of your body that gave him.

"Your first lady?" — You whispered, a little breathless but regaining normality in your breathing, still so tired as you ran a hand over Coriolanus's red and bright face. — He grunted, sucking his teeth and swallowing once again.

"My first lady." — He confirmed, determined, with his deep and still rough voice, trying to compose himself and pretend a completely non-existent naturalness and that at some point, during dawn, he will have to return to his filthy and reckless work.

The music continued, but the voice was unfamiliar and a little out of tune and the instrumentals were much noisier and out of control. — Lucy Gray ended her performance, it seemed, and gave entrance to another voice; perhaps, it was someone from the Covey singing in her place for a short period of time. — Sometimes they did that. — It wasn't strange, however, the house was full and so welcoming and she was a special attraction; the only.

Something wasn't right, or it was just an intrusive thought wanting to run through your heavy head. — Where had that girl gone, then?

Until, at a certain and coincidental moment, footsteps were made and echoed through the corridor, causing an unconditional and alarming noise from the shoes; which, in fact, were heels, probably worn out and so well used. — Everything indicated that the person had left, leaving the place but with witnesses of her shoes. — And this caused an acceleration in your heartbeat.

Perhaps, that would have answered your question.

[charliemwrites]

Part 2 of charmed serial killer Simon. (Part 1 is here.)

This part is heavily inspired by this particular Badjhur audio “Surviving the Slasher” from, like, a long time ago. Where he’s a killer. Easier to find than expected, thank you masterlist. It permanently has a room in my pea brain, no rent, utilities included.

You’re out with your little friends again. Simon scoffs to even call them that. You give them so much more than they even try to give you - support, encouragement, time, energy.

One of them has a shitty deadbeat boyfriend that’s throwing a flat party, so they’ve dragged you along per usual. You’re still swearing off alcohol after the last time you went out - when you got a ride home with him. So you’re totally sober when the rest of the idiots suggest “investigating” the abandoned hospital on the other end of the block.

You go with them as the only fully-sober one, but spend the whole, stumbling trip trying to convince them to go somewhere, anywhere, else.

Apparently the boyfriend fancies himself something of an urban explorer because he knows just how to get in, bragging that he’s going to start some stupid internet show looking for ghosts there. You end up getting knocked into a half dozen times just trying to keep your woozy friends from getting tetanus.

It doesn’t take long at all for someone to suggest hide and seek. You try adamantly to put your cute little foot down - reminding them that it’s dirty and structurally unstable and there could be people just trying to camp out in peace in here. You’re adamantly ignored and your friends scatter.

And Simon starts to hunt.

Oh, he wishes he could have seen your face when the screams first started. If you recognized the shriek of Addy, the one who yanked you away from a proper apology when you first bumped into him at the bar. Wonders if you felt anything when Simon stabbed her boyfriend in the stomach and sent him stumbling away to incite more terror.

Of course you did. His pretty little chatterbox, coming to the rescue as soon as you heard their cries.

You get yourself lost trying to find someone, anyone. He picks off your group one. By. One. He finds you trying to triage a nasty slice to Heather’s thigh. She was talking shit about you just two days ago to Addy.

And oh, how brave you are, trying to stick with her to the very end. All it takes is one well-placed throw and you’re scrambling back as Heather burbles blood.

He takes a single, loud step towards you - and you bolt. Such a smart thing, you don’t even glance back to see if he’s following. He’s not; there’s still trash to take care of.

You find one more friend - one he doesn’t mind so much, mostly because you just met tonight. She’s crying, making a fuss and you’re trying to soothe her while still focused on escape, letting her cling to your arm.

Simon starts herding you both towards an easy exit. A few well placed foot falls here, a jaunty whistle there. He loves watching your big eyes dart toward the noises, how you get low like a bunny hiding in brush. Always put yourself between your new friend and wherever you think he could come from.

Your friends’ blood is beginning to dry when he decides it’s time to wrap things up.

He appears in a doorway, and you shove at your fellow survivor, make her squeeze through the rusty door first. You’re just starting to follow when he snags you around the middle. You yelp, feet kicking at air, tugging at his soaked hoodie sleeve.

He shoves your back against a wall and presses close, the flat of his knife against your pretty cheek.

“What did we learn tonight, hm?” he mocks.

You’re flinching away, but know better than to struggle or scream. So clever.

“W-why are you doing this?” you ask.

How sweet, that you can’t understand the motivations of monsters like him. He indulges you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he answers. “Get better friends.”

You look furious, even as tears well in your eyes. He coos over them, tugs the bottom of his mask up enough to lick them as they fall down your cheek.

“S-Stop, that’s - that’s so gross,” you hiccup, pancaking yourself to the wall.

He snorts in amusement and tugs his mask down again.

“Now, I know you’re a good girl with good manners, so let’s see them.”

You blink at him, eyes soooo big. Don’t understand what he means.

He tuts. “Say: thank you, ghost, for teaching me a valuable lesson.”

You press your lips together in a tight, pouty line. He wants to bite them. Instead, taps the point of the knife against your jaw. A silent threat that’s he’s still debating if he means.

But you manage to get the sentence out, stuttering, voice breaking halfway through. Mm, he’s missed hearing your gratitude. It’s almost sweeter this way than all the times you said it in his car.

“You’re very welcome, sunshine. Now, off you go, before I decide to teach you something else.”

You don’t hesitate when he steps back. Peel yourself off the wall and wriggle out to freedom.

Simon chuckles. What a fun little playdate, he’s so glad he let you go that first time. He’ll have to arrange another one soon.

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[barcaatthemoon]

faint || lucy bronze x reader ||

you push yourself a little too hard before a big match.

all you had wanted was the opportunity to start in a big game. jonatan had played you as a starter in a few smaller matches, ones that he knew the team could handle with ease. with a few injuries, a spot had opened up that you knew you could fill. and so, you had begun coming in for extra training throughout the weeks leading up to jonatan picking his squad.

everybody had noticed the extra work you were putting in, but they didn't seem to realize the cost it had come at. lucy had been a little in her own head, so you couldn't blame her. besides, it wasn't like the two of you had reached the point in your relationship where you spent every single day together.

"are you ready?" you glanced up to see ingrid standing in front of you. the two of you had become fast friends when you joined barcelona. she had been a big part of you and lucy managing to get your shit together long enough to go on a few dates.

"i don't know if i'm ready, but i want this so badly. don't tell lucy, but i don't think i've wanted anything like this in a long time," you admitted. ingrid laughed, knowing that they weren't the same type of situation, but lucy would have definitely taken it as such. for as stoic as she liked to come off, you had learned firsthand how gentle lucy truly was.

once you were on the pitch, you tried your hardest to let go of your nerves. there was definitely still something off, but you were fairly certain that it wasn't nerves. you played better than you had in a long time, hopeful that a good showing today would lead to more starts for your club. you could feel your benchwarming days slipping away as you passed the ball to one of your teammates for an assist quickly followed by a goal of your own.

at the half, you felt utterly exhausted. your endurance was generally better than that. you tried your best to hide it as everybody went back out for the last 45 of the game. you didn't try moving around as much as you had before, but you still tried your best. many of your teammates were all sending you concerned looks, including lucy.

"hey, are you okay?" lucy asked as she noticed you swaying on your feet a little. it was a corner kick, and you were usually great at clearing these. you jumped up to head the ball away from your goal, and instead of landing on your feet like you usually did, you went straight to the ground. ingrid and lucy were on your sides instantly to check on you, only to see that you were unconscious.

"what happened? did she hit her head?" ingrid asked the surrounding players. nobody had any sort of real answer for it, which was only causing lucy to panic even more. she had never seen anyone go down like that, not without cause.

"luce," you said weakly. she looked down at you at the first sign of you waking up again.

"what is it love?" lucy asked softly. she brushed her hand over your head as she cradled it in her arms.

"can you move a little? your boot is hurting me," you chuckled lightly. lucy immediately shifted around a bit so that you were more comfortable. despite your claims that you were fine, everybody was insistent that you sub out and go down to the trainer's to rest. they made you lay down and take sips from an electrolyte drink. you were supposed to have taken a bit of a nap, but you couldn't sleep wondering whether or not the game was going well without you.

you wanted to go to the bench at the very least, but the trainers kept you in the cool, air conditioned room. it wasn't until some of the color had returned to your face and you were truly speaking clearly that they let you go back to the locker room. you had a late start showering and changing, but lucy was more than happy to wait for you. she had been ready to go whenever you initially walked in, but she was still standing there when you came out to get your things.

"can i carry your bag for you?" lucy asked. she was a great girlfriend, but she had never asked to carry your bag before. a part of you felt like you were a teenager in school again with your old boyfriend, but lucy was a trillion times better than he could ever be.

"you don't even like carrying your own bag most of the time," you teased. the small smile on lucy's face fell to be briefly replaced by a small pout. you handed your bag over for her to take before you took her free hand. "it means a lot that you're here for me."

"i'd be a pretty shit girlfriend if i wasn't," lucy pointed out. still, you knew that she wasn't just doing it because she felt like she had to.

"you've come a long way from who you were when we started seeing each other. i'm proud of you, luce," you told her. lucy blushed and tried to turn away from you, but there wasn't anywhere for her to go. you pressed a kiss to her cheek, deciding to leave things there for the time being. you could get sappy and make her blush later whenever she was trying to take care of you at her place.

[irisintheafterglow]

hii i would like to request the premise of a feral gojo over reader getting hurt or in danger 🤤 please don't feel obligated to write tho only if u feel like it :3

cross them, cross me (gojo x you)

wc: 1.29k

cw/tags: brief but explicit violence including descriptions of blood (satoru beats the shit out of a curse lmao), swearing, angst/fluff with a happy ending, established-ish relationship with pet names baby and sweetheart

note: ah feral gojo my beloved. i think i got a little carried away with writing the violence aspect but what can i say! he really did go feral when you got hurt! anyways, hope you like this anon and thank you for the sweet ask <3

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated :))

The sound of bones crunching between his fingers is euphoric.

One by one, he takes the Curse’s limbs in his free hand, the other effortlessly holding it by the neck against a wall. Its desperate wriggles and squirms are futile and pathetic. With a tightened grip, the wretched body parts in Satoru’s palm wither and become a limp slug of skin. He’d tuned out the Curse’s howls of agony minutes ago, the world around him falling silent as he focused all of his energy into making the Curse beg for death. The phrase “seeing red” was familiar to him, sure, but the hue tinting his vision now was a deep shade of crimson. Whether that was from the blood or his own concentration, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. 

“What, did you give up?” His taunting smile turns into a snarl when the Curse fails to answer him the first time. It slumped itself against the wall, but he woke it up with a firm slap across its face. It wasn’t allowed to die, not yet. Not until he’d had his fill of its cries. “Learn your lesson yet?” It coughs out a plea for mercy, but he isn’t satisfied. Times like these were the only time his power truly went directly to his head. 

“Gojo.” Nanami’s voice temporarily breaks him from his trance, but Satoru doesn’t bother glancing his colleague’s way. His hand still remains around the neck of the Curse, scathing blue eyes burning holes into its face. “It’s time to depart.”

“I’m not done yet,” he hisses, embedding the Curse’s face further into the wall. The suit of his coworker is pristine and unscathed; his own uniform, on the other hand, was soaked in blood that wasn’t his own. No, he wasn’t done yet. Not until every Curse within a ten mile vicinity knew exactly what would happen to them if they attempted to harm you again.

“They’re asking about you,” Nanami states impatiently with a quick look at his watch. “And I’m working overtime.”

“Five more minutes,” Satoru commands and Nanami has no choice but to obey, releasing an exhausted sigh and leaving his superior to his crusade. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, realizing that the Curse must have died while he wasn’t looking. He examines the lifeless creature with pure disgust, flinging it so intensely at the wall behind him that its innards splatter like wet paint. “You are below me,” he says to no one in particular, but he can sense the frightened energy of the weaker Curses inhabiting the building. “Touch them and you will meet the same fate.” 

Once he’s exited the abandoned hospital, taken down the Curtain, and found the alley corner where he’d instructed Nanami to watch you, all remaining malicious intent in his body disappears. You’re scowling at him, your default expression when in his presence, and it reassures him that you’ll be okay. 

“What took you so long?” You wince and try to adjust yourself against the wall, swatting his hand away when he crouches and tries to help you. “I thought Nanami said there was only one Curse in the building.” He shrugs and you give him a skeptical look, slightly less potent than usual due to your injured state. “Toying with a Curse while I’m bleeding out? That’s a new low, even for you.” He knows you mean it in a joking matter, but the darkness that passes over his face after he laughs doesn’t escape you. It unnerves you, a little bit, trying to imagine what he was doing to the Curses when you weren’t there.

“What can I say? I was just trying to make you miss me,” he replies with only the tiniest hint of hesitation. He’s put his blindfold back on, you notice, but the subtle dip in his eyebrows tells you that he’s not revealing the whole truth. “I’m gonna lift you now–”

“I can walk on my own,” you protest, rooting a hand on the concrete and trying to push yourself up to no avail. You fall back against the wall and glare at his silently patronizing expression. “I just need a second.” 

“We don’t have a second. We need to clear out before the police get here,” he reminds you and you wave him off. “C’mon, just let me help you.”

“I can do this on my own,” you reiterate while simultaneously failing to stand. “It’s because you’re watching me. Just turn around.”

“If you wanna see my butt, just say so,” he grins and you roll your eyes. “But, really. I’m gonna lift you now, so try not to wiggle.” His arms extend to cradle beneath your legs and lower back and you’re surprised to feel the fabric of his uniform, not Infinity, when your hands try to push him away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you stammer in panic. He pulls away immediately and his teasing expression softens. You let him brush the dirt from your cheeks with one of his hands, the other coming to cover yours on his chest. His heartbeat is unwaveringly steady, his body warm beneath your fingers. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’re okay,” he reassures you. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you now.”

“It’s gonna hurt when I get up,” you whisper back. “A lot.” 

“I know it will, but it’ll only hurt for a few seconds.” Your exhales are too uneven. He had to get you back to the school if he didn’t want you to continue losing blood. 

“Seconds? What about the car ride back?”

“Oh no, baby. We’re not taking the car.” He shakes his head and gently laces his fingers with yours. “I’m warping us back so we can get that wound taken care of faster.” His grip on your fingers tightens, a crack in his composure revealing a glimpse of his own anxiety. “I just need you to let me help you.” After a few more moments, you nod and he doesn’t hesitate, scooping you into his arms before you can even register the searing pain in your side. The world goes white for a few seconds, just as he said, but then your head finds his shoulder and the pulse in your ears quiets. 

You wake later in the day to the sun casting an orange glow through your bedroom window. As you sit up, the pain in your side is still present but significantly dulled. When your eyes adjust to the light, you finally notice the figure slumped in your desk chair, a respectful distance away from your bed. 

“Satoru.” His eyes fly open and he’s in front of you within seconds, searching your face with concern and running his thumb over your knuckles. You give him the smallest smile you can muster and he reciprocates with a blinding grin. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he murmurs, adjusting his position so that your legs can swing off the side of your bed. He rests on one knee in front of you, holding one hand in his, the other continuing to caress your face. “How are you feeling?”

“A little shitty,” you admit. “But, not nearly as shitty as earlier.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles. “Need me to get you anything? A snack? Two snacks?” Your laugh feels warmer than the setting sun and you shake your head, lightly tugging him to stand up and crawl under the covers with you. “I guess this works too,” he mumbles against the top of your head, pulling you close until you’re snug against his body. 

“What were you doing in the time you were killing that last remaining Curse?” He hums thoughtfully and you swear his muscles flex protectively around your body. 

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. For now, we both need rest.”

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[rosescarlette]

- Gentlemen. -

Zhongli is the type of person who's often described as a gentleman. Trust me this guy has a lot of fame but even he doesn't know how. He just uses his knowledge and skills and boom! He's famous.

Zhongli is the type of person to absolutely spoil you. He just wants you to be happy. Of course grandpa sometimes goes overboard. You see something? You complement it? Congrats! It's yours now.

Zhongli is also the type to be very reserved during the first time of the relationship. Not like the people who just ask him something completely about, "Hey have you-" where he just goes.. "Sorry I have a girlfriend." No. He isn't. He would completely let the person finish their question and then answer them appropriately. If some one were to indeed ask him out. He'd politely decline and just return to his work what he was doing before.

Zhongli also would be quite strict with himself. But hey.. can you really blame him?.. he has no experience during the first moments. But however do expect him to be completely perfect at the dinning matters and etc. He has learned these habits himself when he used to disguise himself as a human to mingle among his people.

He also has immense strength. Trust me no human could ever compare to his strength because he's the archon who dominates over the element geo. So he obviously has no trouble carrying your bags even yourself. No matter how heavy you are.. you're just a feather to him. There would always be arguments like: "Zhongli let me carry my bags myself!!" "Pardon but I will carry these." Yep. Expect him to be formal even when arguing. You raised yourself as an independent woman and he's the gentleman. So.. yep arguments on who's gonna pay for the dinner. Of course he ends up winning. He pays the bill regarding the price. Heck does he even look at it? No. Because his wallet (childe) will always pay for it regardless of the price.

If zhongli sees you overworking yourself to the point where you sleep on the desk itself. He will not hesitate at all to pick you up and place you in bed and tuck you in. He has no problems doing that.

You and zhongli would RARELY get into arguments. Trust me, the only times you'd argue is who is going to pay the bills and all. He always wins somehow.

He is also the type to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday or happy anniversary to you. Because he wakes up quite early and you? Nah you're gonna sleep almost to the point where people would mistakenly arrange a funeral for you thinking you died... /j . This guy has photographic memory so.. he captured every emotion on your face with immense detail. He never gets bored looking at those eyes.

He is also the type of person who'd comfort you very well. If your day is bad you can always go chat to him. He will always and ALWAYS try to make you smile. Your smile is something he would pay anything to see.

You overthink? He's the one to comfort you. You have social anxiety? He's the one to do the talking. You're short to reach? He helps you with it. Any problem you bring up he brings up the solution.

Zhongli wants everything to be perfect. My guy's a rich person. (But somehow broke) He wants everything to be absolutely perfect and no detail should be missed. So expect your birthdays and special occasions and all to be amazingly perfect. Including his proposal is something that has so many hidden meanings that many people have forgotten. Yet it's perfect. In a way where everything is according to you. Which represents you and him.

In the end.. your relationship was perfect with him. It was only date to marry. Trust me. He will only choose you.

Zhongli knows eventually one day he will outlive you. He always had. So he tries his best to always stay near you and capture every emotion of yours. And eventually when you aren't there anymore.. he will forever be lonely. He wouldn't want another person. He himself had set a contract to himself. It's either you or no one. And he follows it. Until it's the end of him.

Your grave is something that can't be found easily. I mean.. he wouldn't let it be known so easily to people. He would try to hide it as much as possible. The area would be secluded. And your grave will the one that has your favorite flowers. However to him. He visits to be with you. Only to be reminded of the fact.. you're gone too.

Despite living so long. He'd always learn talents so who knows if he learns art. Not for anything but other than painting you so you wouldn't be forgotten in his memory so easily. Even with his photographic memory he fears that he would forget. The tea cups on the table will always be the pair where one is empty and the other has cold tea. A remainder again you're gone. He heavily uses muscle memory so it's hard for him to get accustomed easily.

Despite the bittersweet ending. He always loved and always will continue to love you. And if it's his end. He would want to be next to you. And after always hold you in his arms. No matter where he would always find you. Even without his memory. His soul knows you and will continue to find you. So expect many lives of yours to be with him.

In the end he has no regrets. He always wanted to be with you. So it's always you no matter what.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Partners in Crime 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker

Summary: you’re left reeling after your divorce but the chaos has only begun. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You walk with the officer through the mall. He takes you towards Entrance #6, opposite the one you came through. You’ll be lost trying to find your way back. 

He slows so he’s slightly behind you as you approach the doors then steps ahead to open one for you. You hesitate and clutch your hands together. You dip your head down and try to smile. Your ex-husbands words ring in your head; don’t forget your manners. 

“Ladies first,” the sheriff waves you through first. 

“Thank you, sir,” you hurry past him to the next door. 

He’s quick. Especially for his size. He follows and brushes by to get the outer door as well. You thank him again with a shy glance in his direction. You’re used to being polite but it’s rare for anyone to have the same grace for you. 

He comes out behind you and you stop short of the dip in the curb that lines the front of the facade. He’s close as he points across the lot to his cruiser. It’s hard to miss as it’s the only vehicle in the part of the lot. You twist to look back at the mall. It feels eerily desolate out here. 

“Just a few minutes and you’re free to go,” he assures you. 

“Okay... yes, sir,” you answer. 

He leads you across the tarmac and you stop by the hood of his car. He goes to the driver’s side and opens it, bending inside and pulling out a pen from above the visor. He backs out and leans on the door as he slides out a small notebook from the inside of his jacket. 

“Ahem,” he clears his throat and takes a casual stance, one foot hooked over the other, his toe dug into the ground, and arm bent on the top of the cruiser. He scribbles onto the pad then hovers the nib as he looks at you, “you okay, darlin’? Not meaning to scare you.” 

“I’m good, just...” you glance back at the mall, “I got a lot to do.” 

It’s a lie. You really don’t want to be there. You only wanted to come to the mall, find a gift, and be gone. It’s all sideways now. Even if he lets you go in the next few minutes, you won’t be catching any bus before noon. 

“Sorry to keep ya,” he grins, “I’ll be quick, how about that?” 

“Sure, uh, officer,” your eyes flick to the star on his chest, “sheriff.” 

“Not at all. Sheriff Bodecker, that is. And yourself, darlin’?”  

He looks at your expectantly. You provide your name in a mutter. He repeats it with grit. 

“Now this man, can you walk me through where you saw him?” 

You take a breath. It’s really not that big a deal. It’s easier than resisting. You learned that with your ex and your previous run in with the law. 

“I was in Swarovski,” you point back to the mall, “just looking and he was there. I only saw him for a few seconds.” 

He writes as you talk, nodding and humming to prompt you along, “that it?” 

“No, I went... to Hallmark and he showed up there. I was looking at cards for my grandma and... that doesn’t really matter, does it?” 

“That’s sweet,” he says, “so Swarovski, Hallmark...” 

“Um, the TV store. The one with the informercial stuff. I left when I saw him,” you twiddle your fingers nervously over your chest as you hold your elbow tight to your body. 

“Mmm,” he nods, “sounds like he was followin’ ya, don’t it?” 

“I don’t know. I tried... not to notice, I guess.” 

“Good thing I found ya,” he wiggles the pen in your direction, “a dangerous man like him, you make an easy target.” 

You frown. Are you that pathetic? 

“What I mean is...” he flattens his hand next to your head, hovering it parallel to the top, “you’re a bit on the smaller side, ya know?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you rock. That’s a fair point. 

“Unfortunately, you got some sickos out there who see it as an advantage, even an invitation,” he taps the nibs as he tuts. “Give what you told me, well, us law men, we know better than to believe in coincidences.” 

“You...you said he’s dangerous?” You murmur and clasp your hands together. 

“Not to scare ya or nothing,” he unclicks the pen and presses it to the notebook as he clutches it in one of his large hands. “I’m just doin’ my job. Serve and protect and all.” 

You can’t help the pout you give across the lot to the mall. You knew it too. That man was definitely following you. It’s easy enough to do in a half-empty mall. Your stomach flips as you imagine what could have happened. If the sheriff hadn’t come along and you wandered off to the bathroom. Could that man have found you there? 

“Oh, I guess I should probably just leave,” you say and hug yourself. “I can come back...” 

“Now, I can’t let ya do that,” the sheriff insists as he slides his notebook into his interior pocket. “Not alone. I’ll be more than happy to be your chauffeur, darlin’.” 

“Uh, that’s nice but--” 

“I’m afraid I have to insist. For your own safety.” 

“Sheriff, I think...” you begin. You swallow your protest and shrug, “okay, thank you, sir.” 

“You got really nice manners,” he smirks, “you don’t gotta thank me now. It’s my duty.” 

“Right, er,” you bounce on your feet.  

You’re going to have to find something somewhere else. You’re too freaked out to stay or even think about the present now. You failed again. No big surprise. You can even screw up something as simple as a shopping trip. It would be impressive if it wasn’t miserable. 

“Now you get on in,” the sheriff brings you back to reality as he gently brushes your arm with his hand and urges you along. He seems even bigger as he looms so closely. He opens the back door. “Protocol, sorry ‘bout that.” 

“Oh,” you stare into the backseat. You’ll be sat back there like a criminal. “Even a sheriff can’t have company up front.” 

“Sure,” you accept meekly and duck through into the back. You just want to go home. No sense dragging your feet. 

You get in and he girds you to buckle up. You do so, crossing your arms as you sit back against the leather, and he shuts the door. There’s no handle to let yourself out. Only he can free you. That thought makes you shiver. 

He gets in the front, the car moving with his weight, and he jostles in his seat. 

“You okay back there?” He asks as he pulls his seat belt forward. 

“Fine,” you answer as you cross your legs, jiggling your foot. 

He turns the engine and the car rumbles to life. You definitely didn’t expect the day to go this way. Leaving in a police car? Even for you, it’s a bit too much. 

He shifts into gear and rolls lazily through the lot. You’re quiet as you watch the mall until he turns onto the main road. Maybe it’s only that that man had been following but you’re uneasy. And who wouldn’t be unsettled? 

You watch traffic flow and it’s only a block away from the mall that you realise you’re going in the wrong direction. Another epiphany follows. He never even asked your address. The chatter of his scanner makes your ears hurt. You lean forward as much as you can. 

“Sheriff,” you call through the cage. “Did you need my address?” 

He doesn’t answer right away. Your heart squeezes painfully. He reaches to flick off the scanner. 

“What did ya say, darlin’?” He asks. 

“My address?” You repeat. 

“Ah, yeah,” he chortles, “silly me, headed back to the station outta habit.” 

You give your address and he approaches the next four-way, flipping his signal, “gonna have to retrace my steps,” he clucks. “Don’t worry, I'll get ya where you need to be.” 

[alkalinefrog]

Hey Alka, I had a quick question for you (whenever you have the time to answer or even if you have the time), I've been taking some storyboard classes and with my illustration background, it's been hard to really find a good shorthand for characters to really get that anatomy/gesture looking right without it being too sketchy and unreadable.

How long did it take you to find your storyboard shorthand, and what exercises would you recommend to try to find it? I'm sure it just takes time and practice, I've been doing a lot more studies and gesture drawings (currently following along all the free Glenn Vilppu videos I can find on youtube) but I wanted to ask you as well because I am in love with how fluid your anatomy is, and how clear your storyboards read. And those hands my god you're a wizard!!!

Thanks a bunch, have a wonderful day!

Heya Secret, great to hear from ya! Well, what you don’t see online is how gross the rough stage of my boards can get LMFAO. Most of the boards I post are actually overly cleaned up because I'm just doing them for fun and can afford the time! I'm not really sure how long it took to develop my shorthand, I've never really enjoyed drawing detail to begin with, so when I decided to go into boarding I kinda just leaned into it!

I’ve covered a bunch of gesture drawing exercises already if you scroll through my advice tag, but ***once you have a good foundation*** here's some stuff you can try!

First you'll want to build up an arsenal of anatomy hacks you can always fallback on, particularly for complex parts of the body. The less time you spend on details, the more time you have to focus on the overall pose and storytelling. Aim to find ways to draw with as FEW lines as possible. If I had to make a list to streamline what to practice:

Head shapes - find the most efficient way to draw the front + 3/4 + side view in as few lines as possible (the challenge is still making them look structured with dimension)

Eyes - are SO important for expressions! Unless your project has characters with dot eyes, you're going to need to find a quick way to do the circle and iris in as few lines as possible. Make sure you can convey where they're looking

Hands - fists (you'll be drawing a lot of people holding poles), open palms at various angles, foreshortened fingers pointing at viewer, fingers making grabby motions----protips: 1) half the time all you need is a vague triangle/rectangle plus thumb sticking up and that's a hand 2) if the hand is relaxed, you probably don't need to draw the knuckles. Save some time!

Feet - just learn how to make sure they look like they're standing on the ground, and do some studies of what they look like when you're running. Otherwise you can usually get away with a vague shoe or boot shape (just add toe lines if they're not wearing any)

----everything else you'll practice as you go!

Jump from SUPER rough straight into clean boards to really force yourself to be economic. I've done each of these methods for work before:

Before you start boarding with a character, sketch them a few times with the intention of simplifying their design while keeping them recognizable:

You'd be surprised how little you need to recognize a character:

Depending on the scene, you can adjust how much detail you want to include:

Stay loose/more generalized with action, especially for the "inbetweens" between key poses. Clean up enough to communicate movement and make the character recognizable.

If the character's small on screen in a wide shot, edit out most details and focus on the silhouette

Save the detail work for character acting, when you really want to be specific with their expressions and gestures.

But outside of all that, be bold and fearless!! Everyone has that stage where their boards look like spaghetti! Boarding is like handwriting; you could have really shitty chicken scratch, but if you're writing beautiful poetry, who cares!

god I love drawing hands you don’t even know thank you so much!! Good luck dude!! You’ve more than got this!!

[lowkeiloki]

Could there be a good minecraft movie?

From the look of the trailer, it seems like the movie is gonna get every single thing it could possibly get wrong. They dont have faith in their audience to understand a plot taking place in a world so different from our own, so they go with the isekai plot, the single laziest direction they couldve taken.

But what would a good minecraft movie look like? It would be hard to pull off, but not impossible.

Firstly, most of us can all agree that a minecraft movie should not be live action, its a heavily stylized game and the real people in it look ridiculously out of place. the movie should stay fully animated and not overly detailed. Personally, i think the movie could look great in stop motion. Stop motion can really bring out the combination of cozy and spooky feeling that minecraft has.

what about the plot?

Minecraft is a very quiet and atmospheric game, there is no dialogue, everybody communicates, but nobody talks including steve. It's a sandbox game, because it lets you build and terraform and shape the world as you want and move towards the end goal at your own pace (if youre interested in completing the end goal at all). But also because throughout the game you're given bits and pieces of lore and you're the one to put them together to how you see them. Why are endermen hurt by water? What are creepers? Why are piglins so stingy about gold? Who built the pyramids and monuments? You don't get the answer, it's up to your own interpretation. Going back to the movie, it really should be low on dialogue. Steve could narrate the movie, but he never talks (like Spirit from "Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron). He sees an enderman and makes eye contact qith it which aggrevates it, he doesnt know why it aggrevated it, but from that experience he learns not to do that anymore and manages to co exist peacefully with them. If anyone talked in that movie, it should be alex (if shes even in the movie), but she doesnt talk a lot and nobody understands her language but steve who cant talk back. Communication is done through body language and actions, the visuals and the music (and i mean minecraft music) primarely tell the story.

What would it be about tho?

When we begin to play minecraft, we're thrown into the world with no manual or instructions, we're on our own empty handed, we go through the world learning how to craft, what to do with new items we find, which mobs are our allies and which our foes. I remember playing minecraft for the first time (actually quite recently, sometime after the nether update) and i was so confused and stressed because i had no idea what i was supposed to be doing, everything was strange and foregin and there was no guide on what to do. But as i got the hang ot it, as i started exploring and gathering materials and building my base it soon became fun and relaxing. The further i went, the more confident i felt. This is what the movie should be about. Being in this unknown world without anyone to guide you and the only way forward is to try and fail and try again and face the unfamiliar and get to know your surroundings. It should be about facing the fear of unknown, letting yourself fail, breaching out of the comfort zone, not finding your place in the world, but building it. It doesn't have to end with slaying the dragon, it can end with steve realizing he is not afraid anymore, that he has what he needs to feel comfortable and all the confidence to go forward. I feel like a lot of people that grew up with minecraft as kids are now young adults and a movie about being placed in a new environmemt where you're the one to take care of yourself and nobody guides you by hand would reasonate with them quite a lot

but, you know, i'm sure another jumanji clone with jack black starring as jack black in blue shirt will do the trick just as well.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Twenty

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : PG13

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] There's some potentially triggering stuff in one including; mentions of sibling death by drowning, death of a child, relationship with an inappropriate age gap, gaslighting/abusive relationship, attempted murder, car crash/DUI, and the drug trade. I don't go into a lot of detail with any of them but please avoid if you find these things triggering. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~4.9k

A/N : Please check the warnings on this one, it covers a lot of readers past and some of Billy's!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | CHAPTER NINETEEN

Chapter Twenty

There was a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach the moment you opened your eyes and remembered the events of the previous evening and the fact that you’d agreed to meet Billy at midday. Not even the news that several of your photographs had sold last night was enough to make you feel any better. All you could think about was Billy on the fire escape as you’d walked away from him.

The morning was spent flitting about the apartment, unable to sit still, which eventually led you to decide to go to the coffee shop early and try and gather your nerves for what would be your last goodbye to Billy.

You arrived ten minutes early, but found that Billy had had the same idea; he was sitting there, at the same table where you’d shared your first coffee together. A weak smile tugged at his lips when he noticed you and, as you approached, you felt your heart sink. He looked awful and you could tell that he hadn’t slept a wink last night. He looked sickly pale which only accentuated the dark circles below his bloodshot eyes. Just the sight of him made you want to hold him and look after him.

“I already ordered, I hope you don’t mind,” he said as you sat opposite him.

There were two mugs on the table, hot chocolates with whipped cream, just like you’d made him as those weeks ago. He’d even gotten one of your favourite muffins.

“Thank you,” you uttered softly, eyes fixed on your drink, not really sure how to say any of the things that you needed to say to him. Luckily Billy knew where he wanted to start things.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he sighed.

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about that,” because fucking him on the fire escape was the least of your worries, and thinking about it made you feel too many things that you couldn’t deal with. “Are you okay? I mean, after last night, you were -”

“I’m fine,” the words left his lips automatically, just like the last time you’d tried to ask him about it.

“You’re not fine, Billy.” You knew he didn’t want to talk about it and, normally, you wouldn’t want to push him to, but if things were really over between you now, it didn’t really matter if he got annoyed about it. Besides, your shit had been laid bare for him and you didn’t like him hiding behind that empty lie. “The first time, you said it was because you thought I’d left you, and last night -”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted with a sharp but jagged edge to his tone.

“You can’t tear yourself apart over me like that. It’s not worth it,” you tried to tell him, wanting to at least make some part of this more bearable for him. “I’m not worth it.”

“Yes you are. Don’t ever say that to me.” He answered without hesitation, despite everything he’d learned about you from the PI’s file. If the circumstance between you had been a little different, it would have made you love him even more but, unfortunately for both of you, Billy still didn’t know the whole story.

The only way you could change his mind and, hopefully, give him some peace was to tell him the whole story. You took a slow breath and steeled yourself for what you had to do.

“The file doesn’t tell the whole story,” you admitted quietly. Billy didn’t say anything, he just waited for you to continue. “I started dating Scott a couple of months after I turned sixteen, but I’d known him most of my life. His dad was Sheriff and his brothers were both cops, so everyone knew their family one way or another.”

You paused to take a breath, knowing that the story only got worse from there and, as much as you wanted to be honest with Billy, you didn’t want to recount things in any great detail for both of your sakes.

“He was older. Twenty-two. I thought he was amazing and I thought I was so mature because an older guy wanted to date me.” You let out a bitter huff of laughter at the ridiculous thought, while Billy’s knuckles started to turn white as he gripped his mug tighter and tighter. “We kept it secret; I knew my parents wouldn’t approve and he didn’t want to embarrass his dad. I thought I was ready for a grown up relationship, but I wasn’t...”

“You were just a child,” his voice was low, barely audible. It was clear that he didn’t want to interrupt but he felt like he had to say something. You just shrugged before continuing.

“I was a lonely kid; Sam joined the Army as soon as he turned eighteen, and my parents were always so busy that I spent most of my time looking after Lilly. She was half my age, so it wasn’t like we had much in common but...” a shaky hand listed your mug to your lips and you took a drink, trying to avoid the next part of the story.

“The file said she drowned?” Billy prompted gently, trying to help you along.

“I was supposed to be watching her, she wasn’t supposed to swim by the dock unless someone was with her, but Scott turned up. He’d been drinking and he wanted to see me, and I -” you stopped again, gaze dropping as you tried to blink back tears, “- I told him I was watching Lilly, and he started arguing with me; he told me I didn’t love him enough and maybe I was just a kid after all.”

You took another drink and broke off a piece of muffin - everything you could do to avoid looking at Billy and letting him see the shame written all over your face. It took around thirty seconds before you could force yourself to continue.

“I didn’t want to lose him, so I went with him. I told him I couldn’t be gone for more than a couple of minutes, but every time I tried to go back to Lilly, he’d start up again. And when he finally let me go an hour later, it was too late. She - she must’ve gotten bored waiting for me...”

Billy glared at you and you could see everything you’d feared written all over his face. Now he knew the truth, he knew just how worthless you were, how selfish and wretched you were. You’d never wanted to see him look at you that way, with such disgust and anger on his face, and it hurt even worse than you’d ever imagined it would.

“Told you I’m not worth it,” you shrugged weakly.

“What?” Seeming to snap out of whatever dark thought he’d been stuck in, he looked at you for a moment, expression shifting from anger to confusion in an instant. “Sweetheart, you made a mistake, but you weren’t the adult in the situation. The only one that’s not worth anything in this situation is that fucker. He shouldn’t’ve ever gone near you. He used your age against you to get what he wanted and ‘cause of that, you made a tragic mistake. No one should blame you for that.”

“Everyone did blame me.” You looked back down at your mug again.

“How could they when -”

“No one knew he was there,” you confessed, “he called his brother and - I dunno, everything just happened. They told me I’d get in trouble if I told anyone Scott was there.” Billy let out an irritated huff and you could tell he was getting angry, but not at you like you’d expected. “My parents were devastated, they couldn’t believe I’d be so reckless and I - I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“But that wasn’t the end of things with Scott, was it?” Billy tried to nudge you back towards the story, not letting you linger on something that was clearly causing you pain.

“No, we stayed together. He made me think he was the only person who could accept me after what I did. He told me everyone else thought I killed her. And, I believed him. I let him convince me that he was the only person who could accept me.” A hint of anger slipped into your voice, even now, years later, you were still so angry that you’d let him manipulate you. You knew Billy wanted to say something but he bit his tongue and let you carry on. “We moved in together when I turned eighteen and made things official. I was going to go to college but he -” you trailed into another sigh.

“Fuck,” Billy muttered under his breath before taking a drink.

“I was with him for years, eventually I felt stuck, like I had nowhere to go. He made it so he seemed like the only stable thing in my life by starting shit with my parents, so I couldn’t go to them for help. He made me feel like no one trusted me...” you stopped again, taking another drink and eating a little bit more of the muffin.

“You don’t have to keep going,” Billy told you suddenly, like he’d made up his mind.

“How can you say that?” You looked at him, confused.

“Because I can see how much this is hurting you and -” he shook his head, not wanting to finish the thought. But you could see something else in his expression; worry. Something about you telling him all of this was worrying him.

For a moment you considered his offer; he was giving you a way out, a way to save yourself from the pain. But, after everything, didn’t he deserve to know the real you?

“When he proposed, I knew I had to get away from him,” you decided to continue, “by then, my parents had both passed, and Sam was the only family I had left. I just - I knew I couldn’t marry him or have his kids. I tried to get Sam’s, but Scott caught up with me. And I - I knew that he’d been drinking, and I knew how stupid I was to get in the car, but -”

“The accident,” Billy tried to fill in the gaps, “the one that left you scarred?”

“It wasn’t an accident. He told me that, if he couldn’t have me, no one could,” you shook your head, trying not to think about it too much. “He was arrested and got five years.”

“Five years for attempted murder?”

“No, just for the DUI. I didn’t report it. I just wanted to get as far away as I could.” You took another drink and finished the last of the muffin, even though your stomach felt upside down. “I told Sam everything and he gave me some money to leave Florida and start a new life. And, eventually, I ended up in New York.”

You gave a little shrug, gaze dropping and feeling far too vulnerable to look at Billy now that the story was done. He reached across the table without warning and you tense a little as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. But his act of comfort was short lived, only lasting a few seconds before he pulled away again. And, when you finally looked at him again, you found only resignation on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he offered again, “I understand why trust is so important to you now, and I hate that I couldn’t give you that.”

“I wish things could’ve worked out differently,” you told him softly, sadly.

“I take it there’s no point trying to convince you that I can do better, is there? You’ve made up your mind that this is the end.” His voice was a quagmire of emotions; hurt, anger, sadness. All things that made your heart ache. Now his worry made sense. He knew that once this was done, everything would be over between you.

You shook your head, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, knowing that you didn’t have the strength left to actually say the words. Instead you went with; “I’m leaving New York for a while.”

“What?” The pain he’d been barely suppressing finally filled his voice.

“I’m going to stay with Sam in Connecticut for a while. I don’t have the money to stay in New York anymore.”

“I could -”

“Billy, no...” you stopped him before he could make the offer and he quickly fell silent for a few seconds.

“I’ve still got your stuff at the penthouse. I could drop it off for you?”

“No, I’ll come get it,” you answered quickly, though you weren’t sure why. You wanted to see it one last time, you supposed, you wanted a proper goodbye. “I can come by tomorrow evening?”

“Yeah, okay.”

And, just like that, everything was over. Your mug and plate were both empty, and you’d told him everything you’d come to say. You sat for a few moments before managing to say goodbye to him. He gave you back the file and walked out of the coffee shop with you, looking nothing short of defeated, watching you as you walked away from him. Somehow, you kept your head up high and didn’t turn back, silently telling yourself that you were strong enough to walk away from him, despite the pain.

The next twenty-four hours passed in something of a daze; you were still working so that took up a good chunk of your day but, no matter what you were doing, you couldn’t stop thinking about Billy, about how that night would be the last time you ever saw him. Even though you knew it was for the best, the part of you that loved him - the part that would always love him - refused to stay silent on the matter, trying to convince you that you should stay, that you shouldn’t give up on your only chance of happiness.

When the evening rolled around and you found yourself outside his building, it took fifteen minutes to work up the nerve to walk inside. Marvin the doorman gave you a fond smile and as you passed and made your way to the elevator, your fingers gripping the key to the penthouse floor - another thing you were going to have to give up.

The whole elevator ride up, you held your breath, counting the seconds until the doors opened.

A pang of disappointment filled you when you stepped into the penthouse and Billy wasn’t waiting for you, ready to pull you into his arms and press you back against the wall. Instead nothing but silence greeted you. 

It felt strange setting foot in the penthouse knowing it was the last time you’d ever be there. As you stepped off the elevators, you couldn’t help but look around, noticing all the little changes that had happened since Billy first brought you home the night of the gala. You could remember how cold and empty it had seemed, but now there were little reminders everywhere of changes Billy had made to make sure that you would be comfortable there; a couple of fleece blankets draped over the back of the sofa for when you got cold and cushions so you could sprawl out whenever you were watching movies together, lamps dotted around in all the places where you liked to sit and read, he’d even gone as far as getting a Cookie Monster cookie jar for the kitchen that he kept full of your favourite cookies.

You’d barely noticed it at the time, but Billy had gone out of his way to make space for you in his home, and now it made your heart ache thinking about how he’d probably give up on all the colour and warmth he’d let into his life because you were gone.

“Hey,” his voice startled you, pulling you out of your thoughts as he emerged from the bedroom.

“Hi,” you offered quietly, suddenly feeling like a stranger in his home.

Billy approached you but stopped a few feet away, keeping his distance. You could tell that he still hadn’t slept and, honestly, he looked awful. Even his clothes gave him away; wrinkled pants, tie pulled loose, and the top couple of buttons of his shirt hanging open.

Neither of you spoke for almost a minute, until Billy finally let out a soft sigh.

“Everything’s where you left it,” and he gave a wave, indicating that you should go and gather your things. 

There were so many things that you wanted to say but you knew that there was nothing that would fix this, nothing that would make either of you feel any better. So, you decided to treat the situation like ripping off a band-aid, and get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

Billy retreated into the kitchen as you moved to the bedroom and started gathering your things. There was more than you expected, more than you remembered but, soon enough, you’d formed two piles; things they you’d brought with you, and things that Billy had bought for you.

After ten minutes, you noticed him in the doorway, watching you.

“It wouldn’t be right of me to keep these,” you told him and his eyes followed you to the second pile, the gifts he’d given you. There was the camera equipment, several books, a pair of winter boots, a coat, and a teddy bear he’d bought you because you’d joked that it looked like him.

“I want you to keep them,” he told you with a dismissive shake of his head, like they didn’t matter, like he hadn’t spent thousands of dollars on you.

“Billy, I -”

“They’re yours. Anything you leave, I’m gonna burn,” he snapped suddenly, his voice breaking, betraying him. He waited a beat before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you at a complete loss.

Reluctantly, you packed everything up, knowing that you couldn’t let Billy burn any of it, thinking maybe you could sell them and send him the money.

Once you were done, you took a breath and looked around the bedroom one last time, remembering all the fun times you’d had there and how much you were going to miss waking up beside him every morning. Then, you picked up your case and left the room.

Billy was in the kitchen again, sipping a coffee, he didn’t even look at you as you started to move towards the elevator.

“Frank almost died because of me,” his words broke the silence but you didn’t understand their purpose. They weren’t a plea for you to stay, and they didn’t sound like some confession of feelings. In fact, they seemed completely unrelated to anything that was happening. 

As much as you didn’t want to be dragged into a conversation, you couldn’t let the comment go unanswered, you couldn’t ignore his broken tone. 

“What?” Stopping and putting the case down, turning to face him.

“You asked why I don’t trust people, and that’s why. I almost got the man who’s the closest thing to family I have, killed.” There was anger in his words, something dark and painful that seemed to run deep.

“What are you trying to tell me?” You dared to ask, though you were scared of how he might answer.

“When we were Marines, we got selected for a special, off-the-books unit, and the shit we did -” he shook his head and you knew better than to ask him to fill in the blanks, “- when I’d had enough, I requested a transfer back to Force, but Frankie - he stayed.” His gaze dropped to his mug. “There was this CIA Agent - Rawlins - he offered me a deal; an early honourable discharge and a shit-ton of money if I help the CIA run drugs from Afghanistan.”

He fell silent, letting you take in what he’d told you and, in that silence you found yourself edging close to him, trying to wrap your head around it all.

“Someone tried to leak it to Homeland - they thought it was Frankie, so they put out a kill order on him and his family.” There was a noticeable tremor in his voice and your stomach started to tie itself in knots. “I couldn’t let them hurt him. I took a bullet for him, then I told Homeland everything in exchange for immunity.” 

He didn’t need to look at you for you to see just how ashamed he was of himself.

“I did all that, because I wanted a life like this. I wanted to have more than I grew up with. I didn’t want to be that poor kid no one wanted anymore.” He let out a heavy sigh. “That’s why I don’t trust anyone, because I can’t even trust myself not to make stupid fucking choices. And that’s why it was easy for me to believe that you’d use me and hurt me, because I’d probably do the same thing in your position. And, I think some of it was just because I was scared...”

“Scared of what?”

“That I’d hurt you and let you down, like I let Frank down. It was easier to see you as the bad guy because, if I hurt you -”

“You did hurt me though,” you interrupted, not interested in where his pity spiral was taking him. It wouldn’t change anything.

“You’re right and I’m so fucking sorry,” he finally looked at you again, “this isn’t an excuse - there are no excuses for what I did. I fucked things up and you got hurt, and I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Billy,” you hesitated, considering and reconsidering what you wanted to say. As much as he’d hurt you and as much as he’d fucked things up, you didn’t want him to go on hating himself. “You didn’t do anything to Frank except save his life. You weren’t the one that pulled the trigger or made the decision to try to kill him. You protected your friend and you shouldn’t use any of that as a reason not to trust -”

“I should have protected you. I should’ve been there, I should have dealt with the PI and your prick ex-boyfriend. I should’ve protected you instead of thinking you’d betray me.”

“You can’t protect me from that.”

“Yes I can. And I will. No one is going to ruin your new life in Connecticut.”

“Billy -” you sighed but didn’t bother to finish, you knew you’d never change his mind and that the longer you drew this out, the worse it was going to get. But there was one last thing you needed to know before this was finally over. Still, you hesitated for a second, not sure how to ask. “The PI - he told me to ask you where your mother is...”

What little colour there was in his face seemed to drain completely, and the way he leaned on the counter was enough to tell you that you’d caught him completely off-guard.

“She’s taken care of.” An awful mixture of pain, anger and sorrow in his voice caused your stomach to knot.

“You know where she is?” You realised that you’d never even bothered to ask him.

He let out a heavy sigh and you almost wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter, but you kept thinking about how adamant the PI was, like he believed knowing would change things completely between you and Billy.

“She’s in a nursing home - has been for the last five years.”

“I thought -” but you quickly realised that you hadn’t thought, you’d assumed, “- I didn’t think you knew where she was.”

“I tracked her down but, after years of using, she’s not exactly all there anymore.” His voice turned cold and detached, like he was trying to mask the pain.

“I don’t understand; why would the PI tell me to ask?”

“Probably because he knows I could afford to have her in the nicest clinic in the state but, instead I’ve put her in some shitty home where she gets the bare minimum.” He shrugged. “Maybe he figured out that I’m keeping her in a shitty nursing home as revenge for how I grew up.”

“Yes, well, maybe that’s what she deserves,” you muttered before you could even think to stop yourself.

It was a cruel thing to say about a woman who’d obviously had her struggles in life, but having seen the damage she’d caused Billy, you didn’t care. If anything, you were shocked that he was willing to look after her at all.

Another silence fell and it felt like it was time to go; you’d both bared your souls and cleared the air as best you could, now it was time to leave. Billy seemed to realise that too as his gaze quickly dropped back to his coffee, not wanting to watch you finally walk out of his life.

You took a breath, gave him one last look, and started towards the elevator with your case. Pushing the call button made it all seem real and your mind raced as you thought over everything that had been said and done and, as you did, a sickening feeling started to fill your stomach.

Not once had he tried to excuse his behaviour or blame you. All he’d ever done was try to explain it, but he’d always taken full responsibility. He’d never tried to shift accountability or gaslight you into taking any of the blame, even though you knew now that there were other ways you could have dealt with things. All Billy had done was show remorse, he hadn’t tried to change your mind or tell you how you felt was wrong, he’d simply accepted the way you had reacted as part of who you were.

And that thought led you to realise something; he’d accepted who you were and the things you struggled with.

But had you ever done the same for him?

He’d never asked about your past because you’d told him not to, but why hadn’t you bothered to ask about his?

All this time, you’d been so focused on yourself and your problems that you’d never really stopped to consider Billy’s issues, and that wasn’t fair. He’d hurt you, yes, but you were starting to realise that you’d hurt him too - that you were hurting him right now.

“I think -” you stopped, though it took a moment before you could bring yourself to look back, “- I think we both fucked up.”

Billy stared at you, confused, head shaking. “No - no, sweetheart, you didn’t fuck up anything.”

Even now, at the end of things, he was still trying to protect you, still trying to keep you from hurting. But it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair to leave him thinking that he was the only one to blame in all of this. You weren’t going to let him shoulder that burden anymore.

“I should’ve asked; about how you got hurt, about your mom, and about the panic attacks...” Without thinking, you put your case down again and took a step away from the elevator. “The truth is, I think it was easier for me to pretend that everything in your life was perfect and simple, but that wasn’t fair on you, Billy.”

“That’s not -” he started but fell silent the moment you held up your hand.

“I acted like I was the only one with baggage and I let you help me feel better, but I never tried to help you.”

“You did, you -” his voice caught and you could tell he was struggling, and that the normally confident man didn’t want a spotlight on his perceived flaws.

You shook your head. “Krista was wrong about you, Billy. You’re not broken, you don’t need to be fixed. You just need someone to see you the way you saw me, and I should have tried harder to be that person for you.”

“No, you -” he shook his head, stepping out of the kitchen and towards you, “- you never needed to -”

He couldn’t find the words and, honestly neither could you. Just the look on his face was enough; that awkward pain that you knew so well because it was the same pain you’d been living with for years. It was selfish of you not to notice it before now, to pretend it wasn’t there and wallow in your own problems. 

Billy stopped in front of you, still obviously struggling to find the words, so you found them for him.

“Ask me to stay,” you whispered.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“I think that maybe what love is, Billy, it’s fucking things up and hurting each other, and coming back stronger from it. You hurt me but you didn’t break me.” You dared to take a little step closer to him. “I spent so long believing that no one could love me after everything that happened to me, after everything I did. I was so scared of how you’d react, but even when you did find out, you kept fighting for me.”

“Of course I did, because I -” he tried to find the words, but you didn’t blame him when they didn’t come; you knew now that love was a terrifying thing for Billy, but three little words would never say more than the look in his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I - I don’t want to leave.” you confessed.

A sound of absolute relief slipped from his lips but before you could think to question it, Billy had cleared the distance between you and was pulling you against him, kissing you softly. Your arms wrapped around him and held him tight, never wanting to let him go again.

Chapter Twenty-One

END NOTES :  So, finally, there it is; readers past. This is something else I've been a little bit nervous about, so I hope you like! And I hope you like what I've changed for Billy's past too because this has always been sort of my exploration into how Billy might have been if he'd saved Frank and his family, instead of helping Rawlings.

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Head Filled With Demons Part 2 (Steddie X You)

A/N: If you haven't read that first one please do! It explains some things. Again, I play fast and loose with demon mythology and some things that happen in Season 4 of Stranger Things.

By the way! You guys ask a lot of thought provoking questions :). I love it! I do want y'all to know I plan on answering any things I allude to in any of the chapters in future ones so dont worry <3

There is a scene where they are talking in her head. Eddie's dialogue will be in red.

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Female Reader, SMUT, this dips heavily into their dominate side (smacking, rough smut, choking, taunting, holding her wrists down, undermining names like "Little Girl".), there are mentions of the readers past relationships with other partners crossing the lines (very brief). FLUFF, they do open up a bit more with her and vise versa.

ANGST: Lots of Angst! We do learn more about why both demons were banished. There are two killings including the HER Eddie has mentioned. Readers father is sick, talks about losing her mother, this chapter does focus a lot on the grief of losing any kind of loved one <3, mentions of blackmail (in a vision) as well as a sick child (very brief, not described just mentioned).

Word Count: 7545

It’s so warm…why is it so warm? 

As your eyes shoot open, you realize the room is on fire and you immediately jump out of bed. Bolting to your window, you try to pull it open but it won’t budge. The buildings outside are in just as bad a shape as you watch Hawkins residents run from the blazes that surround them. 

“Dad?!”

Quickly, you run to open the door and head to your father’s room, shocked when you don’t find him there.

“Dad! Where are you?!”

Sprinting into the burning living room, your stopped by the presence of your two demons looking down at you with soft smiles. 

“We told you what would happen, honey.”, Steve shrugs. “It’s kind of funny this is how we would go out, huh Ed?”

“No! I still have time!”

“No, sweetheart. You don’t…but you did the best you could.”

“Where…where’s my dad?”

They don’t answer as they continue to stare at you with those gentle brown eyes. It reminds you of how each of your parents looked at you when they told you they were sick; pain and empathy, mixed with…acceptance.

“You don’t have to stay here. Go to Oblivion. You said you could live there and be safe!”

Eddie stepped forward and tenderly ran his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“I already lost one princess. I’m not losing another.” 

Abruptly, he yanks you to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you before you feel another set of limbs hook around your waist. The world around you seems to shake as the house caves in—

A gasp leaves your mouth as your body shoots up in your bed. Panting, you look around the room trying to find your bearings as you slowly begin to realize you’re safe and it was all just a dream. 

On impulse, you reach out to the other side of the bed behind you only to realize Steve isn’t there; neither of them are. Sighing, you rise from the mattress and get ready for the day.

***

“I see Space Cadet is back.”, Carol mocks as she smacks her gum. “Are you going to work today or are you just going to stand there staring into the void?”

You glare at her, flashing a fake smile as you continue to fold the clothes in front of you. 

“No one would blame you for killing that one.” You jump at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “After what she did to you and the fact that she still has the audacity to still be a bitch.”

“Plus, popping gum like that is fucking annoying.”

You smirk at Steve’s comment as you try not to look at either of them, not wanting to seem like a crazy person talking to yourself. 

“Y/N! My office, please.”, your boss shouts from across the store. 

“Geez, ok Dick, don’t need to yell.”, Eddie playfully whines as you head towards the back area. 

“Hey Richard. Is something wrong?”

“Um, yes, Y/N there is but don’t worry we’re talking to everyone not just you. It seems that…”

His voice drones on as both demons lean against the wall behind him. “He’s not an innocent for sure. He blackmails women all the time who are caught shoplifting.” Steve snaps his fingers and you see a quick flash of your boss sauntering around the office you are currently in as a twenty-something year old girl sits with her arms folded. 

“Now, I don’t want to call the police and I don’t have to…if you do something for me. A girl like you seems to be very good with her hands…”

“What do you think, Y/N?”

You rapidly shake your head and the image disappears. “Huh?”

“I asked if you noticed anything odd since we’ve been missing money from the till every night.’

“Oh! Um… no I haven’t but I’m also not here past six because of my dad…”

“That’s right. I’m sorry I completely forget that you look after him. Alright, just...you know…keep both eyes open.”

Politely nodding, you get up and leave the room as quickly as possible. 

“You need a new job, sweetheart. Maybe after you save the world from the apocalypse you can find something better with people who aren’t douchebags.”

“That’s every customer service job though.”, you whisper.

“She’s not wrong.”, Steve chuckles. “It’s like hell before you go to hell.”

Turning to face the wall, you pretend to organize some of the items in front of you. “Have you two ever been there? Hell?”

“Steve, I’m starting to think she can’t read. No, Y/N. We’re from a different realm, remember. Completely different place.” 

You scowl at him, stomping towards the backroom where no one could see you. As soon as you closed the door, they both appeared behind you. 

 “Why are you such an asshole to me? Aren’t you supposed to be like on my side or something? Didn’t that thing say you two were good at relieving stress?”

“I don’t know, you tell us. Did we do good last night?”

“That doesn’t give you license to be a jerk. And aren’t you supposed to be protecting me?”, you ask gesturing towards Steve. 

“From physical harm, not your personal feelings.” 

“Y/N!” You huff under your breath as Carol barges into the room. “Are you going to work today or what?!”

“No! No, Carol, I’m fucking not! I’m using some of my sick leave.”

“Y-you can’t do that!”

“I can’t? Well shit. I should stay here then. Maybe I can talk to Richard again about how great of an employee you are. I think he would love to hear about you fucking my boyfriend in the breakroom during business hours!”

“I-I-I…um…”

“Good. I’ll see you in a few days.” You give her a sassy wink as you storm out the front door.

########

You lean your head next to your mother’s gravestone as you exhale heavily. 

“That was amazing. Watching you standing up for yourself like that.”, Steve softly smiled as they both sat next to you. When you didn’t respond, he glared at his friend and nudged him with his elbow.

“Y/N, I’m…ugh…I’m sorry for…hurting your feelings.” Eddie winces at the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Have you always been mean like this?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You giggle at their answers as you shift your body to face them a bit more. 

“Were you ever mean to her? Your princess.”

The metalhead’s eyes clouded over with anger as he growled and turned away. “I told you not to talk about that. You don’t know anything about it.”

“That’s why I’m asking.” When he growls again, you sigh turning your attention towards the gravestone next to you. “When my mother died, it killed me to talk about her. I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true. Anytime anyone would come up to me and give me their condolences or talk about some memory with her it was like being stabbed in the chest. I would always think ‘The fuck do you know? She was my mom and meant so much to me.’ People only knew her for small moments…I knew her my whole life.”

When you glance at Eddie again, you notice his entire demeanor has changed. He’s still glaring at the ground but his face softened as he listened to you speak. His jaw tightened before his eyes closed and he snapped his fingers. Images filled your mind of a beautiful, bright world with the sun beaming on a mansion style home. 

You heard sniffles from a figure sitting outside against the wall of the house. She was curled into a ball, crying into her arms as she hugged her knees to her chest. 

“Are you alright?” The girl jumps at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, princess. I just…wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m…can I ask you something?”

He comes to her side and slides to the ground. “Of course.”

“Do you…ever feel like…you’re losing your mind?”

Eddie flashes her a toothy smile before playfully pouting out his lips. “Oh, you know…just on a daily basis.” As she laughs, his smile grows. He loved the sound of her laugh. “What’s going on, Chrissy?”

She gazes up at him with her big, beautiful eyes before curling up in his side. “My dad wants me to marry someone I don’t want to.” She began to cry harder as he pulled her tighter to him, resting his chin on her head. “I just want to be with you.”

The memory cleared and you were back in reality. 

“She was gorgeous.”

“Yeah…she was.”

“Do you know what happened? To her I mean.”

“Does it matter?”, Eddie snapped. “She fucking died and they blamed me.”

Steve hesitated a bit before raising his fingers and snapping them together.

“Chris! Come on!”, Eddie whispers as he enters her room. “We need to go now, babe.”

His eyes scan the scene in front of him as his body freezes at the sight. Chrissy was on the floor with a knife in her chest as blood drenched the carpet around her. The weapon was one he had used before but gave to her so she’d feel safe. 

“Baby?” He fell to his knees as he reached out to touch her face…she was gone. “N-no. No, no, no!” Eddie pulled out the knife and threw it across the room as he lifted her into his arms. “Wake up, princess, please! Please, baby. I need you.”

The doors to her room flew open as her father’s guards charged in; people he knew Chrissy considered like family. 

“Come on, Edward. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

He tenderly kissed the princess’s forehead before slowly getting to his feet and bolting towards the hidden exit he entered through.

“You fucking asshole!” The memory shook from your mind as Eddie punched Steve in the arm. “Don’t you ever show her my memories again! You had no right!”

“To be fair, I got banished with you. I have every right.”

“Fuck you.”, he growled before abruptly disappearing. 

“Where do you guys go when you vanish like that?”

Steve sighs as he gestures absently. “Around. We can’t go far but…”

“Do you blame him? For getting you kicked out of your home?”

Without any hesitation, he shakes his head and snaps his fingers again. 

“Steven! How can you not know where he is?! He is your best friend!”

“Sire, trust me, I’ve looked for him. I want to talk to him to but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Please…talk to him about what?! The only thing I want to hear from him is the sound of his screams when he’s tortured for all eternity.”

“Sire, if I may, he wouldn’t hurt her. They were friends.”

The king loses his composure and shoves the demon against the wall of his home. “I don’t give a fuck what they were. He KILLED my child. Now, either you bring him to me or you can join him in a cell. Personally, I don’t care where you end up.”

“I knew he didn’t do it. The three of us were friends. I saw the way they were together. She was always happier in his arms than anywhere else.”

Your heart breaks as you lean against his shoulder. “Did you ever have anyone you felt that way with?”

He grins as he leans back on his hands. “There was this girl I really fell for. Would you believe she ended up with a demon slayer?! Of all people!” His grin grows when you genuinely laugh. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you home.”

“You’re not going to harass me into killing someone tonight?”

“Not tonight. I think you earned a break.”

***

“Miss Y/L/N?”, the man greets you as you’re walking up the path to your house.

“Um, yes? Can I help you?”

“I’m Detective Hopper and I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions if that’s alright.”

“Oh, um, sure…of course.”

“Did you see anything strange last night or out of the ordinary? Maybe someone in the neighborhood you had never seen before.”

“Ah, no sir. I usually work until 6 and then I come home to take care of my father. He’s in bed most of the time so he wouldn’t have seen anything either.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. That he’s ill…not that he didn’t see anything… Look, here’s my card. If you remember something or if you see something suspicious just give me a call.”

“Yes, sir. Should I be worried? Did something happen?”

“Oh, nothing for you to be worried about ma’am. Just always make sure to think smart and stay safe.”

You nod and watch him get into his car before driving away. 

“You wouldn’t want to kill him. He’s actually one of the few good people here.”, Eddie exhales in frustration. “You two have a lot in common though. His daughter got sick and passed away a few years after your mom.” As he raised his fingers to snap them, you quickly closed your hands around his. 

“Please… not really something I want to see. I know what it feels like with a parent. I can’t imagine what he went through with a child and I don’t want to.”

He nods his head, affirming your request as you open your front door. 

“Dad, what did I say? You’re supposed to be in bed.”, you whine as you take off your jacket and head towards him. 

“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to be home for another hour.”, he chuckles. “Who are your friends?”

You freeze as you turn to give him your attention. He’s smiling directly at the demons in front of him but only you should be able to see them, right?

“My friends?”

“I know it’s been awhile since you’ve brought anyone over but yes, Y/N, friend.” Your dad rises to his feet and extends his hand to both of them, beaming proudly when they finally shake it. “What’s your name, boys?”

Holy shit. He can see them…

“I’m Steve and this is my friend Eddie.”

“Pleasure. How do you know my daughter? From work?”

“Something like that.”

“She’s never mentioned you but she doesn’t tell me much about that store to be honest. Well, I hope you’ll stay for dinner.”

“Which I will make in a bit. I just have to talk with them about something really fast here. Come on, guys.” You shove them towards your bedroom and shut the door. “Why can he see you?!”

“I, honestly, have no idea. Maybe family members can see us to.”

“Eddie, how stupid do you think I am? ‘Maybe family members can see…’ You two have been doing this for how long and you’ve never come across this before?!”

“No, we haven’t. I think more than anything though we should focus on the fact that we don’t eat.”

“Not food anyway.”, Eddie smiles coyly in your direction making you giggle.

“You’re so stupid. Ok, ok. I trust you. Um… you can’t eat any type of food?”

“No. We don’t get our energy that way like you humans do.”

“Shit.” You continue to think before clapping your hands. “I got it!”

###############

Your father laughed as he continued telling the demons the story of how he and your mom met. He loved to tell that story to anyone who would listen and to your surprise both of them did in fact listen. They seemed so entranced in his tale like little kids listening to an adult read them a book. 

“I’m telling you, boys. I literally fell for her, flat on my face! She was so beautiful though… I couldn’t take my eyes off her when she went out onto that stage and danced. I remember thinking ‘what the hell would a ballerina want with a greaser like me’? She got so mad when I actually asked her that.”, he chuckled. 

“Could she do the whole spinning on her toes thing?”, Steve asked as you came around to clear their dishes. 

You had decided to make a meal that required bowls instead of plates so their meals wouldn’t be on display and they could hide the fact that they weren’t eating anything. 

“She absolutely could. The first time she showed me, she explained how she was doing it like she was reading a phone book. Just so monotone!”

“Yeah, dancers have amazing strength in their legs and abs. Chrissy used do flips and stuff all around her house and I was just amazed.” Eddie paused then, realizing what he just said as he shifted his gaze down to the table. 

When you sat back down, you placed your hand on his lap comfortingly. You dad sensed the change in tone, knowing it all too well. 

“When my wife died…it was like getting hit by truck. We had so many more plans and things we wanted to do. I hate that we didn’t have more time but I’m so grateful for the time we had and the gift she gave me.”, he smiled as he gestured towards you. “No one can take those memories away from you, son. I’m sure while she was here you made her feel happy and loved.”

Eddie’s hand reached down to cover yours as he held your hand. You knew he was trying to not disappear again especially since your dad could see him. He as being forced to face this conversation and it was killing him. 

Your father began to cough and you quickly ran to his bedroom, coming back with his medication. 

“Stop! Don’t…don’t look at me like…like that. I’m fine.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans back into your hug. “Here…I’ve bothered your friends…enough. Go spend some time together…without this old man.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Y/L/N.” Steve politely grins down at him, Eddie doing the same. Before he can walkway though, your dad tugs on his hand. 

 “It’s…it’s ok to care about someone again…Eddie. You’re not replacing her…you’re just…opening your heart again.”

The demon gently pats his shoulder as he leaves him to head for your room. 

***

You sat on your bed, fiddling with their stone as you continued to examine it. 

“What’s it like for you guys in here?”

“We’re not genies, honey. We don’t literally live in the stone. It’s just a conduit, I guess you would call it.”

“We have kind of a whole little area to ourselves.”, Eddie adds.

“Can you show it to me?”

“Uh, unfortunately no, and trust me. You don’t want to see it.”

“Are you prisoners?”

Their eyes shoot up to fully look you over. 

“I guess it depends on your definition of ‘prisoner’.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you meet their gaze. “Are you happy?”

“I don’t really remember what happy feels like.” Steve turns to glance at his friend, taken aback by his honesty. “After she…Chris… died, I felt so lost. I didn’t know what to do so I ran. While we were wondering around the realms, by the time we found the one who gave us this task I was elated. At least we could finally stop moving around and just do this.”

“Steve?”

“When the princess was killed, everything changed. Home didn’t feel like home anymore.”

His fingers hovered in the air again, pausing before Eddie nodded and he snapped them together. 

A front door burst open and Eddie was tossed violently to the ground at Steve’s feet. 

“Found him trying to get in a boat and swim across the shoreline there.” One of the demons boasted as he held the wanted demon down with his boot. “This is it. Imagine how the king will reward us when we bring him the head of the demon who brutally slaughtered his daughter.”

Eddie flinched as he laughed. 

“Wait. Who said anything about killing him here? We’re supposed to take him back alive.”

“I’m pretty sure his majesty won’t mind if we—”

As the demon kicked his friend, Steve shoved his chest knocking him back.

“No! We follow orders.”

“What do you care? Don’t get soft now just because he’s your best friend. I’ve seen you tear apart demons you’ve known longer than him just because you were told to.”

“That’s right. I was ordered to. Just like I’m ordered to bring him in, Jason.”

“The princess was your friend to. You saw what he did to her. Are you really going to let him get away with that? Don’t you want to fuck him up even a little bit?”

Steve looks down at his bleeding friend before growling low in his throat. “I do.”

“There we go! Let’s tie him up with that rope and—”

While the demon was talking, he made the mistake of allowing Steve to get behind him, giving him enough opportunity to ram his bat into his skull. Jason fell to his knees before slumping to the ground. He yanked his weapon back and pointed the end towards Eddie. 

“What. Happened?”

“I-I don’t know. She was dead when I got there, Steven. I swear. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

His jaw clenched as he extended his arm for his friend to take. 

You gasped as your reality came flooding back. 

“Whoa! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…gore…not a fan. Even after—”

“Sorry. You get used to a story so much you kind of forget details like that.”, Steve chuckles. “So, yeah, I didn’t really care to go back home if everyone was going to be like that especially since one of my friends was dead and the other was banished.”

“Aw, I love you to, man.”, Eddie smiled as he patted his back before turning to look at you. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just…you’re not like how I would expect demons to be…”

His grin grows as he covers the side of his face with his long hair. “Mean and scary?”

“Something like that.”, you giggle.

He and the other demon share a look and he knows without his friend having to say it; you are just like Chrissy. 

“We can be mean if you’re into that.”, Steve winks. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never… you don’t have to…”

“Don’t have to what?” His head tilts when you gesture towards your body, mimicking your movements. “I don’t know what this means. You have to say what you’re thinking out loud like a good girl.”

“You don’t have to…sleep with me again.”

“Did we sleep last night?”, Eddie asks playfully. “I don’t remember much sleeping.”

“Oh my God-goodness. I’m just saying you don’t have to! I’m not someone you have to please or whatever.”

“Why did you correct yourself just now?”, he inquires as he wiggles his finger in your direction. “You started to say God and then stopped. Why?”

“Um…I don’t know. I—”

“You’re a terrible liar.”, Steve laughs.

Your gaze shifts between theirs as their eyes heavily penetrate your own. “Eddie didn’t like it. I don’t want to offend you or anything.”

The demon softly smiles at your honest answer. “You listen. You are a good girl.” He turns to face his friend who leans his head against the wall behind him. “Now can we use her our way?”

A heavy exhale leaves your lips at his choice of words as they both focus back on you. 

“What do you think, Y/N? You want to play the demon way?”

“Will-will it hurt?”

Steve shakes his head as Eddie grins. “Not unless you want it to.”

“Is, um, is there a safe word or something…”

“Do you feel like you need one?”

“I think you forget, sweetheart, that we can read you. We know where your boundaries are.” The metalhead looking boy snaps his fingers and you see a quick flash of all your sexual counters. None extremely worthwhile but a couple of times, men had crossed a line. 

“Ow, Dean! Don’t bite me like that. It hurts.”

“Stupid whore. You like being fucked hard like this don’t you, slut?”

“Honestly, Kevin, you’re making me feel dirty not sexy.”

“Ow! Y/N! Jesus Christ, Stop!” The boy ducks as you try to smack him. 

“You’re supposed to go slow, you asshole! Not just ram it in. I told you I’ve never done anal before!”

“Hm, thanks for that.”, you whine as you wave your hand in front of your face like it wipes the memories.

“We wouldn’t hurt you like that but, again, if it makes you more comfortable…”

“I…I trust you.”

They both smirk in your direction and a shiver runs down your spine to your core at the sight. 

“So, I’ll ask again, do you want to play our way?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Steve, I do…want to play the demon way.”

Both their heads straightened up as the smiles that had painted their beautiful faces began to fall as they starred at you. It felt like they were looking into your very soul and you couldn’t help but feel a little frightened. 

“Alright, little girl. Let’s play.”, Steve growled wickedly as his fingers snapped and your world went dark. 

#############

Your eyes snapped open as the breeze from outside hit your face. Rising to your feet, you realize you’re in a forest you’ve never been to.

“Have you ever done roleplay, Y/N?” You jump as Steve’s voice filled your head, quickly turning around to look for them and finding no one. “It’s ok, honey. You can scream and shout here. It’s part of the reason we chose this place.”

“We also kind of like the camp of it all. Demons fucking an innocent girl out in the middle of nowhere.”, Eddie giggles. 

“Where are you?”

“Around.” This time they both chuckle as the wind around you picks up. 

“I’m not innocent.”

“In life maybe not but sexually, sweetheart… You may as well be a virgin.”

“You of all people know I’m not a virgin.” When you turn around, you are suddenly met with Steve’s palm around your throat. 

“We aren’t people, Y/N. Never forget that. Never forget that we are demons. We are above small beings like you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. WHAT. You better show us some respect, little girl.”

“Yes…sir…” You gasped for air as he threw you to the ground. He looked down at you with amusement when you sat up and clung to his leg like a scared child. Abruptly, you fall forward and just like that he’s gone. 

“Aw, baby. Are you afraid?”

“No!”, you try to sound confident as you rise to your feet. 

“You’re right. She’s a terrible liar.”

“What frightens you more, Y/N? The fact that you have no control or the fact that you like it?”

A ringed hand brushes lightly through your hair as lips gently kiss along your neck. When you turn your head to kiss them, you find yourself alone.

“Answer. Me.”

“I don’t know how to let go of that control.”

“We can show you how. We can show you a lot of things, princess, if you’ll let us.”

“Is that the ‘demon way’? I thought creatures like you just take what you want.”

“Creatures. I like that. Good choice of words, little one. It’s never quiet that simple. We can’t just take…it has to be offered.”

“Then…then take me.” The wind around you stops as the woods become silent. “You both deserve to feel good to after what you showed me. I gave you permission to do it your way. I trust you.”

“As you wish. Hey, honey?”

“Run.”

***

You didn’t need to be told twice as you ran in no particular direction. Hell, you didn’t even know where you were, you just needed to go. You imagined wherever you were headed, they were leading you there. You understood that you had just asked two lions to be their prey and the thought drove you wild. 

Panting against a tree, you stopped to catch your breath. As you looked at your surroundings, a small rundown house that looked like it had long been abandoned suddenly came into a view. Carefully, you moved towards it, finding the front door open. 

“Hello?”

No one responded except for the creaks in the wood as the wind quietly blew. Powerwalking towards the fridge you were grateful to find cold water within it…almost like it was left for you. You chugged down as much as you could until you felt your thirst was quenched, placing it back where you found it before beginning to look around. 

There was really nothing of note that stood out. All the picture frames you passed were empty and besides the typical furniture there was no other decoration. As you glanced down the hallway, you noticed a faint light coming from one of the rooms and went to investigate. 

There were candles strategically placed everywhere illuminating the bed in front of you. A sudden chill caused you to rub your arms, making you gasp when you realized your clothes you had on abruptly changed. When you looked down, you were no longer wearing jeans and a t-shirt but a red silk nightie with nothing underneath, no bra, panties, or even stockings for your feet. You felt extremely vulnerable but as you started to back out of the room, your back hit something hard. 

“Took you long enough.” Eddie’s low, rough tone sent a shudder through your body. “Get lost?”, he asked as he grabbed your hair and pushed you to the floor. “I imagine your legs are probably tired from all that running. Don’t worry, we’re going to let your rest on your knees for a while.” 

A naked Steve sauntered into view from the side, his large half hard cock now level with your face. 

“Open up, little girl.” Your mouth had barely begun to widen before he shoved himself between your lips. His fingers gripped both sides of you head as he thrust his hips, pushing his length to the back of your throat making you gag. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it, honey. Take my dick like a good girl. Don’t forget about Eddie.”

Steve released you just long enough for the other now naked demon to thread his digits back into your hair as you wrapped your lips around his thick cock. He groaned at the feeling as you flattened your tongue and bobbed your head. “Good, baby. Keep stroking him. Last night was—mmm—was about you. Tonight is for us.”

As you alternated between them with your mouth and your hand, you felt your slick begin to drip down your thighs, your pussy desperately needing to be touched. 

“Hey!”, Eddie growled as he yanked your hair back, forcing you to meet his angry eyes. “Did we tell you to move? Huh?! ANSWER ME!”

“No…no, sir. I’m sorry!”

“If no one told you to fucking move then why are grinding your hips like that?!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Just like with his friend as soon as the demon let you go, you wrapped your body around his leg, holding him tightly. “I’m sorry.”

His large palm began to pet the top of your head making you feel like you were on the moon. He was accepting your apology; you were being forgiven. You were being good for them and right now that’s all you wanted, you wanted to please them. 

Eddie’s arms slide under yours as he lifted you off the floor and carried you to the bed, throwing you on to it horizontally as if you weighed nothing. Tugging you to the edge, he took the base of his cock in his hand and slid it between your glistening folds. 

“Fuck me. Are you really that desperate for us right now? Geez, Steven, these fucking humans are always so easy to please. Do you want my dick, Y/N?”

When you only nodded, his lust fueled eyes flicked above you before a hand flew across your cheek.

“Words, little girl. You answer him when he asks your something.” Steve’s massive fingers held your head in place, forcing you to stare at his friend. 

“Pl-please. I want—mmm—I want your dick.”

“Yeah? Keep begging, Y/N, because I’m not sure that I believe you.”

“Please! Please, Edward. I want your thick cock inside of me. Make me cum, please.” 

The demon’s head tilted at his correct name. Only other demons ever called him that but for many years now even he and Steve referred to him as Eddie. The last time someone else called him Edward was the last time he spoke to Chrissy. 

“Something bad is about to happen! I know it!”

“Chris, baby, hey.”, he wrapped his arms around her to stop her from pacing. “Nothing bad is going to happen. I won’t let it.”

“My father is having the ceremony tomorrow. After that, I’m never going to see you.”, she cried into his chest as he held her tighter. “Henry won’t allow us to—”

“Sweetheart, fuck that pretty boy alright? I mean not literally but…” Eddie smiles when he feels her giggle. “Why don’t we leave? Huh? Run away with me.”

“Run where?”

“Anywhere! We can go further out or hell we can hop to other realms. Steven knows all about that.”

She pulls back, gazing up at him with nothing but adoration. “Ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Meet me here at midnight and we’ll go.”

He grins as he kisses her forehead and runs towards the hidden passage in her room. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you, you freak.”

Chrissy laughs harder as she shoos him with her hand. “I love you to, Edward. Now, go!”

“Hey…” His curls move as his head shakes at the feeling of your thumb caressing his skin. “Are you okay?”

Eddie blinks before grabbing your wrist and shoving it to the mattress. “Why did you call me that? Edward? Why?”

The demon’s abrupt insistence startled you as his face hovered over yours. “I-I-I was being respectful. S-S-Saying your name properly. I’m sorry, Eddie.”

A loud growl mixed with a grunt reverberated through his chest as he guided his cock a bit roughly into your entrance. He didn’t inch his way in this time, fully thrusting into you as your back and neck arched up at the intensity. The demon’s lips whisper into your ear as he began to slowly slam his waist into yours. 

“You…you can call me that here, baby. I—f-fuck—I don’t mind. With pussy this good, you’re the only one who can.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words as you clenched around him. Standing again to his full height, Eddie held your legs open wide as he thrust into you. Knees straddled either side of your head as Steve’s cock came into view.

“Open your mouth, honey, and don’t move your head, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned down at you before sliding his length between your lips. Your hands flew up to cling to his thighs as he began slowly fucking your face. 

“Good—mmm—good girl, Y/N.”, Steve moaned as his palms reached out to play with your tits.

You couldn’t see much from the position they had you in but out of the corner of your watery eyes you could swear you saw Eddie pull Steve’s face to his shoulder as they both grunted at the feel of you. Did you see him place soft kisses along the tattoos splattered along the demon’s chest or was your mind playing tricks on you?

You barely had time to gather any more thoughts as Steve placed his fingers onto your clit, rubbing circles to match his friend’s pace. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned around the demon in your mouth causing a deep growl to escape from his chest that startled you. His head quickly snapped down towards you sensing your fear and he promptly pulled his cock from your lips, pushing his body back so he could kiss you.

“It’s ok. You’re doing so good. That was a good sound, honey. Your mouth just feels so fucking amazing. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”, he whispered, gently trying to comfort you.

Eddie collapsed onto your body, rolling his hips roughly, tugging down the top half of your garment as he lightly licked and sucked on your nipple with his teeth. Steve leaned down to do the same with your other breast and you whimpered as you tried to keep pumping him with your fist. 

“I’m…fuck…”

Eddie’s long tongue licked up your sweaty chest to your ear as his head fell beside yours. 

“When you cum, princess, scream my name. Say it—mmm—say it the way you said it before.”

As his hips pounded into yours, you felt your body transport back to that floaty place before you were blinded by that white light and pulled back to earth by what could best be described as a lion’s snarl in your ear as you came.

“Fuck! Yes, Edward! Oh my…fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His rhythm sputtered as his fingers tangled in your hair and he released ropes of his seed inside of you as he grunted loudly. As he continued to lazily thrust into you, you tried to lift his head for a kiss but he hastily grabbed your wrist and held it against the bed.

“No…no, not yet. Give…give me a minute.”

“Are you okay?”, you asked and he nodded in response.

“I don’t …want to scare you. I just…need to calm down.”

“Please, Edward. Let me see you.”

He hesitated for a moment before letting you go and hovering his face above yours. Your fingers reached up to touch the splashes of demon skin that was displaying through his human one along his jawline. Eddie had to control every muscle in his body to keep from flinching. It had been a long while since anyone other than Steve had touched his original skin in anyway let alone as tenderly as you were. 

When he had lifted his head, his eyes had remained closed knowing they were his real ones and not the ones he displayed for you. 

“Can you open your eyes?”

Almost as if knowing what happen, Steve placed both palms on either side of your head again, holding you in place as the other demon sighed and did as you asked. 

You squeaked in terror but they were both holding you down so you couldn’t move away. His red, glowing orbs tried to look anywhere else before the shimmering suddenly stopped and you were able to look directly into his irises.

“Why…why do they glow?”

“Uh, they do that when we’re angry.”

“Are you angry with me?”

His look softened at your question and you watched as the red changed to the brown, chocolate color eyes you had come to know over the past couple of days. 

“No, sweetheart. Angry at myself for not being able to hold my appearance up for you.” His nose delicately bumped yours. “Hearing you say my name and then feeling your pussy cling to me like it does… I just couldn’t control myself there.”

Craning your neck, you leaned up to kiss his lips and he allowed it as he smiled against them. “I think it’s Steve’s turn. He’s been waiting very patiently to use you.” His eyebrows coyly raised as your cunt fluttered around him. 

Arms slid under you, pulling you away from Eddie, and place you on your tummy as your face hits a pillow above you. Forcefully, the demon lifts your ass in the air, groaning as he breaches your entrance with his hard, leaking cock. Laying his body flat against yours pushes him deeper into your pussy, allowing access to sensitive areas within you that no one besides them could ever hit.

“Do—mmm—can I call you by your name?”, you whimpered as he slowly rolled his hips, bringing his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in.

“Is that what you want, honey? Do—fuck me—do you think you deserve to?” Steve’s palm wrapped around your throat as he grunted into your ear. “Do you think you’ve earned the right, little one? Hm? Answer me.”

“Yes, yes I do, Steven.”

This must have been what hit Eddie so hard; he felt it as soon as you said his name. Hearing someone use his proper name after so long poked at the beast inside of him. It awakened a side he hadn’t utilized since his time in his own realm and it felt good. He wondered if what his friend had said about that mixed with you climax would really cause him to lose control like that. He had to find out.

Pushing up to his knees, he grabbed your wrists placing them behind your back as he pounded into you. 

“When you cum, you scream my name like you did his. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes. Fuck…please make me cum.”

For a few moments, only both your heavy pants and skin hitting skin were heard in the room but all the sudden, Eddie’s soothing, husky voice cut through. At first you didn’t understand why he was so far away until you realized…he wasn’t speaking to you but to Steve. 

“You think she feels good now, wait until she says your name again. I’ve never felt anything like it. I don’t know what it is, Steve, but fucking hell.” Turning your head as much as you could, you noticed how his fingers ran over the demon’s hairy chest as he leaned his chin on his shoulder. “The thought is just making me hard all over again. If I could keep my dick inside her 24/7, I would.”

“St-Steven, I’m about to—”

Yanking on your hair, he pulls your back flush against him. “You say my name with confidence, little girl.” His other arm wrap around your front, holding you tightly to him as he thrust into you faster. 

“Yes, Steven. Just like that, please. Don’t stop!”

Gravity left you and again you heard an animal’s rough growl before your face was pushed into the pillow as you came. The demon behind you pumped into you a few more times as red light flashed against the headboard in front of you and his spend warmed your insides.

He grunted, trying to catch his breath as both of them fell on either side of you. As soon as their heads hit the soft material, you blinked and found yourself back in your room at home. You tried to roll over so you could see him but Steve covered your eyes once you got to your back. 

“No, no, honey. I think…what you’ve already seen is enough to give you trauma for the rest of your life. Let’s not add to it.”

“Can I touch you? At least since you don’t want me to see you.”

“You promise you’ll keep your eyes closed?”

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

Gradually, his hand left your eyes but you did as he asked, keeping them squeezed tight. Taking a hold of your wrist, he guided you to his face. Like Eddie, his skin was a rough material that was exposing itself mostly on his cheeks but unlike his friend, as you shifted to his hair your fingers ran into the horns protruding from his head. Steve seemed to have a lot more trouble keeping up appearances than the other demon.

After you were done touching him, he assumed you’d recoil away but you didn’t. Instead, your roaming digits traced down to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss that had him softly humming. As soon as you disconnected, you two opened your eyes and you were greeted with the amber ones he always displayed for you.

You curled up into your bed, reaching behind you to bring Eddie’s arm over your waist. It startled him at first but he finally settled into it as he nuzzled his face in your hair.

“Do those woods and house have any significance for you guys? Or was it just a random place?”

“The woods are from our realm. Eddie and I used to hang out there when we were growing up.”

“The house is just a house. We didn’t think you’d be comfortable on the dirty forest floor so that particular home is a combination of places we’ve been to.”

“Oh? Is considering my feelings the demon way?”, you grin as your eyes begin to drift.

“It’s our way. Remember, Y/N, we’re still here to serve you. We protect and guide you while you complete your task. Plus…”, Steve exhales as his fingers caress your cheek, eyes scanning you as you sleep. “Demons usually don’t hurt the ones they care about.”

“Ah,” Eddie chuckles softly. “So, you do feel it to? How different this go around feels.”

“She’s not like the others.”

“I know but, Steven, after she kills that last person, we’re gone. We’ll never see her again.”

“I know, Edward.”, he growls. “Let’s worry about that later. I’m sure when this is all over she’s going to end up hating us anyway.”

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Based on this request . . .

Title : Chaotic

Pair : bayverse!optimus adoptive dad x human!gn reader

Summary : You and Optimus are going for a ride and you just can't stop thinking about how you ended up in this situation.

Tw : actually none , just pure fluff.

English isn't my first language so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me.

Ps. I finally published this after a week l and I'm so sorry that I was late. I hope you liked it. I personally loved it. I'm going to be out of town ( I don't know for how long ) because of some family issues. I will try to work on a new series that I was requested too.

I really tried. I hope it's good.

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He is so done with you.

He actually can not understand how you are so much energetic.

One minute you are quiet and peaceful -

and the all of a sudden you are going crazy and started doing all kinds of stuff.

At first you decided to clean the whole entire base , including the Transformers themselves.

That is how Optimus found himself - in this type of situation.

He is sitting on top of his berthroom , looking at you while your cleaning literally everything.

He looks at you and decides to give it another chance. " Are you certain that you do not need any help ? "

"Thanks again but no. I think I'm gonna go clean Ratchet's room again. " You say to him , but more to yourself.

To save you from trouble Optimus decided that the best option is to take you away from the base - maybe for ride.

Just to calm you down.

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This is how you found yourself sitting in his cabin at his alt - form driving in the night.

A podcast you both love is playing softly in the background.

You are in your peaceful state right now.

And you both knew why.

" it's quiet. I like it. " You said to Optimus , your head resting on his left window.

" How so ? " He asked you making you both laugh at his obvious joke about your personality.

" it's not funny. " You answered smiling.

When you reached your secret place , where Optimus could change into his real form , you both went quiet.

After a couple of minutes you broke the silence.

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" Do you remember the first time we met ? Wait - that was a stupid question - you remember everything. Anyways - back to what I was saying . . . I wanted you to know that I am so grateful that I was there that night. If I had said no to Sam to go out for a ride with Bee I wouldn't have met you. And do you remember when we first started to form our relationship? You are just like a father to me and I know it sounds strange , because your this - . . . You're just special you know ? " You said to him , trying to hold your smile back.

You didn't know if he was comfortable with that , but you really admired him and loved him as a father and you couldn't think about your life without him.

His silence made your stomach turn.

'I freaked him out. I fucked up. ' You thought to yourself.

"If you think that my silence after your confession is a bad thing , do not because it is not. I am grateful that you gathered the courage and tell me that you are happy that you've met me. Trust me all Autobots do. Even Ironhide - even though he doesn't show it much. But me ? Especially me ? I am extremely happy that you are inspired by me. You are a wonderful human being and we've learned so much from you. I'm proud to be considered your friend but I'm even more proud to consider you my daughter. " He answered making tears form in your eyes.

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You both remembered the moment. Hearts and sparks filled with love.

You loved your dad - even if he was a big , giant , tall machine.

Your dad loved you - even if you were a small but fierce human.

You knew everything about each other.

You told each other everything.

You were father and daughter.

You had an amazing bond.

" I love you dad. Even if your extremely bossy sometimes. " You said to him smiling.

"Well I have to be , considering that I have to deal with bots and humans like you. " He answered making you gasp and laugh.

"But I love you too. " He finally said to you.

You loved your dad and your dad loved you.

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Until next time . . . Enjoy summer : ]

@unimportantbabymilksharkte

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 6 ✦ 」

↳ The heat was unbearable, a whopping 98°. So, what better idea than to go and enjoy bathing some cool refreshing water?

Tags: @jaguarthecat

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The sun's rays seemed to follow both anywhere and everywhere you go. The heat spread throughout your whole apartment—even Qíji was sprawled across the cool marble floor, panting like she's in heat!

"How do you mortals live like this.." Xiao groaned, flopping back onto the couch. Within a few months, the adeptus started to become more comfortable as the days passed, allowing him to let down his protected guard at times, well, more than how you first started out.

You weakly shrugged, "that's because we don't." You sighed, picking yourself up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen. Taking out two glasses, you went in the fridge and poured two semi-cold ice tea's with extra ice.

Making you way back, you handed the adeptus one of the glasses before chugging yours down with a somewhat satisfied sigh, Xiao following in suite.

"Even the fridge isn't fridging.." You furrowed your brows at the seemingly useless drink, it's only reason for existence of cooling you off, not doing it's job.

Both yours and Xiao's heads turned over to a 'meow', your attention glancing at the cat who pawed at the TV.

"Dreamy~! carefree~! Adrien, the fragrance!"

You looked dumbfounded at the TV before turning your attention to Qíji. "Qi, I don't think fragrance will help in this case." You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. The cat meowed, walking off to who knows where.

"Right. Why are we watching this again?" Your head turned to Xiao as he stared blankly at you, motioning to the screen. You only shrugged. "It's a pass time."

Both your guys' attention is then brought to a small bounce sound.

Looking over to your right, you see Qíji with a bottle of water that tipped to the ground. How did he get it? You don't know. (You learned not to question things after learning dimension hopping existed) You watched dumb-struck as the cat went around the apartment, grabbing sunglasses and sunscreen.

You glanced at Xiao for answers though he looked just as dumb-struck as you.

"I don't understand." You spoke, looking at the piled items, squinting to try figuring it out easier.

"I think he's referring to the beach." The Adeptus answered. You made a 'o', before looking at the items in thought as Qíji sat cutely.

"Well...it doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Plus the sun is blistering." You hummed, turning to Xiao, "how does a beach day sound?"

....

"I don't understand why there are so many people in such...clothing.." Xiao grumbled, setting down towels onto the sand. "Well, I don't think people enjoyed having their casual clothes wet and ruined, plus fashion changes." You spoke, setting down a small beach bag that included all beach-necessities.

"Here, sunscreen." You held out a small white bottle for him to take. Xiao shook his head. "No need, Adeptus' aren't affected by sun radiation." You nodded in understanding, applying it to yourself.

After setting everything else down and up, you took your swim-cover up off and ran towards the glistening water, unknowingly laving a blushing Xiao behind.

You let a relaxed moan of pleasure as the cold ocean water overtook your form. Turning around, you waved over to Xiao "Come on!" You yelled, swimming more into the watery plain.

Xiao mumbled something before shaking his head, sitting down.

You frowned but brushed it off, enjoying this time to relax.

You hadn't realized the time as you soon felt another presence. "You need to drink." Looking over, you saw Xiao, holding out a drink that you brought in your beach bag. You honestly didn't realize how perched you were until now. Thanking him, you gladly took the drink and chugged it.

"How long do you thi-" Unfortunately the Adeptus' words were cut short as he hit the watery surface.

You raised a brow before cracking a small smile which then turned into a laughing fit and soon on wheezing.

Xiao quickly got up, wiping the sand and water from his face with the back of his hand before looking over to you then to the thing that bumped into him.

His eyes narrowed as he caught the little crap; a boy around the age of 9 who looked at him, blowing a raspberry.

Xiao looked taken a back by such behavior but quickly glared at the child, making the kid panic before screaming and running off to wherever their parents were, if they had any.

Xiao furrowed his brows before his attention then turned towards his historically laughing companion, you.

"Sorry..sorry!" You apologized between dying laughter. "Well, since your already wet, why not join?" You smiled, patting the spot next to you but quickly made a face as you realized your wording. "Eh-em, anyways.."

Thankfully the Adeptus didn't seem to realize as he made no comment while reluctantly making his way into the water.

With a sigh, he turned to you, "There, are you hap-" His words were cut off with a splash of salty water to the face.

A moment of silence overcame the two of you as you both stared at each other, a small smirk on your face. Though it soon faded as you saw Xiao turning to make his way to shore.

Your heart dropped, fearing you had upset him. "Wait, i'm sor-" Though your words were cut by, too, a splash of salty water to your whole being.

You blinked a couple before looking at a back-turned Xiao, his arms crossed as if he was a simple-innocent bystander.

With a wave of relief, your dumb-struck face turned into a grin, "Oh it's on."

...

Throughout your time at the beach, you both had ended up drenched and sandy. You just had finished up making a sandcastle which Xiao reluctantly joined in after a long pleading session.

"I say it looks pretty good!" You smiled proudly at your guys' work. "I say it looks like a messed up turtle." Xiao commented, a raised brow.

You rolled your eyes before glancing at your bag, a glimmer of light catching your eye.

Quickly, you jogged over and picked up your phone, getting an idea.

Jogging back over, you raised your phone up. "Say cheese~!" You smiled. Xiao glanced at you just as you took a picture, then another and another as he chased you.

"Ok, ok, i'm sorry again!" You chuckled, taking a breather as Xiao crossed his arms with a small frown before looking towards the horizon. "It's getting dark, we should start heading back." He stated, as you looked at the sky before agreeing.

...

Once you both made it back, the two of you (mostly Xiao) had received a warm welcoming by Qíji before you headed to the bathroom to freshen up and rinse away the dehydrating water.

Once you were finished and changed, you exited and look around to see Xiao once again outside, leaning against the balcony.

You quietly made your way over, trying your best not to disturb the silence. The night was peaceful as the stars gleamed in the night sky, giving a sense of tranquility.

"Today was...something I had not experienced in..years." Xiao spoke, his voice soft. "It..almost reminds me of..." His words came to a halt as he seemed to look down in thought before shaking his head. "Nevermind."

You watched as he pushed himself off the balcony rail before walking towards the door to inside. "Thank you..for today." He whispered before teleporting to who knows where.

You smiled lightly, your heart warming at those words. Your mind drifted back to earlier events and eventually recalled your picture-chase.

Taking out your phone, you went to the camera and opened up the gallery.

Your lips tugged into a smile with each picture present before clicking one.

It was of you and Xiao. Just before the two of you left, you had managed to snap a pretty clean photo. You were smiling with the peace sign as Xiao was on the side, standing by the turtle-castle with his arms crossed as he glanced at the camera. Behind the two of you was a pretty scenery of the beach and a colorful sunset sky.

Though your smile grew as you chuckled, seeing a faint hue of red near the adeptus' shoulder.

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A/N: Whooo! Part 6 is done! I'm quite proud of this one, it's a fluff chapter and it's prettly written if I say so myself.

Thank you for those who are still following this short series!

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 8

“We need to talk” you heared Gibbs murmur directly in your ear on your way back to the office. At the sound of his voice and his closeness you had goosebumps all over your body. You could even smell him and he smelled like coffee and sawdust…your heart was racing. 

But you had no time to talk, because as you entered the bullpen the first thing that happened was DiNozzo reporting to Gibbs, that they had a new case to solve. Parallel to that you had to develop a concept of user rights for a specific group of commanding officers. 

Therefore there was no time to think too much about a certain co-worker and anything that had happened. Both of you were completely lost in your work. But surely you were agitated because of what happened between you and Gibbs and what the talk of you two will bring. 

Eventually you heared Gibbs cussing. Shortly after he was leaning on the thin room divider between your desks “get my user account reactivated, please. I've had it blocked mistakenly.”

You looked up at him and simply asked “do you have the confirmation of Jenny?”

“No, why should I?” he was slowly getting annoyed. He said “please” goddammit! 

“Because I am not allowed to reactivate accesses if there is no confirmation of the director” you explained to him calmly. 

This was getting on his nerves so he stepped in your personal space trying to intimidate you and get the access done immediately. 

But you simply held his gaze and began to adjust his jacket collar. 

Everyone held their breath and awaited that he exploded every second. To be honest usually he would have exploded in anger, but this was you. 

When you were finished you looked back up directly into his eyes smiling sweetly to him.

After a few seconds he turned smiling to himself, marched to his desk and called Jenny asking for confirmation, which he got. 

Now you had everything you needed so you unlocked his access that he could work again. 

Of course Tony noticed all this, laughed and asked “hey boss, you're getting old and soft? Allowing yourself to be bossed around?” This earned him a well deserved head-slap and angry stare from said boss.

In fact not only Tony noticed this, but the whole team. Gibbs saying “please”? That was never ever happening - until now. They didn't even know that he knew this word. That was very interesting for sure. 

The next days the case and your concept were getting nowhere, so everybody were on edge and very strained. 

The tension in the office was rising constantly, especially between you and Gibbs. You still had this thing between you, but there was no chance to be alone and much lesser chance to have the much needed talk, which added to the tension immensely. 

You also noticed that Tony, Tim and Ziva where whispering with each other about something, but you didn't understand a word of what they were saying and they stopped chatting as soon as they saw you so you ignored it. 

After all they whispered grinning since the incident with the commander, so what? 

You were all working away, but stopped as a young good-looking colleague from the IT-Department showed up and asked for you. Tony motioned to your desk where you were sitting and looked very interested and full of questions for you. 

As the man was nearing you the whole team stopped working and watched very interested what will happen. 

The man, Simon, was standing at your desk and cleared his throat. He was holding flowers in his hands and was obviously very nervous. “Hey, Y/N” he said. “We work so much together and seem to get along very well, so….I would like to learn to know you better….and I… Would you go on a date with me?”

The whole office were stunned into silence including you. 

“Well, Simon…” what should you answer to him? To this day you never thought about him in this way, but he seemingly was a nice guy, so why not? At the moment you were a free woman and a date with Simon could be very nice and would maybe take your mind off of a certain silver haired “not co-worker”...so you said “yes, I would love to” smiling at him. 

“What about tomorrow at 8pm? I now a new restaurant which we can check out” Simon suggested. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” “Great! I'll pick you up at 20:00 sharp” he grinned and turned to leave. Then he remembered that he had forgotten something - the flowers! He turned around and walked once more over to you “sorry, I've forgotten…these are for you” he said handing you the flowers. “They are really beautiful, thank you” you answered. Then Simon left. 

As Simon was gone, Gibbs looked thunderous in your direction and everybody fled the bullpen. He was tense and his eyes were like a thunderstorm that was brewing up. He was really angry and his jealousy was showing up, but no, you didn't get it. 

He couldn't take that you agreed to go on a date with this…this…morron! He stepped very close to you and stared in your eyes. You thought he could see right into your soul and you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“Honestly? This boy who has nothing to show you? What is so interesting about him?” he wanted to know and got so close that your noses were nearly touching. Your heart was racing in your chest as was his, too. 

Once again you two shared a staring contest, but after a few moments you couldn't take it anymore. So you took his head in both hands, closed the distance and planted one hell of a kiss directly on his lips. He responded immediately and kissed you back soundly. 

Before long you two were full on making out with tongue and all. You only stopped shortly to take a few much needed breaths. While he pulled you against him his hands stroked your back and neared your ass. You on your part were pressing yourself into him and playing with your hands with the short hair on his neck. 

Suddenly someone cleared their throat a few times right beside you. Slowly your foggy brains realized that you were still standing in the middle of the bullpen and were kissing each other madly. 

Begrudgingly you let go of each other and were looking cautiously who were the one disturbing you. It was none other than Jenny herself. Judging by the way she looked at you she was not amused. 

“I want to see you two in my office, now” she ordered, turned and went away. 

You looked at one another and shared the same thought “oh, oh”. 

(To be continued...)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story and the other stories I've written to date.

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[livsateez]

what is love, if not light? (jedi!seonghwa x jedi!reader)

seonghwa had never known a life that hadn’t revolved around the jedi order. he had also never known a life that didn’t include you. from younglings, to padawans, and now jedi knights — you and seonghwa had always been by each other’s sides.

knowing the jedi code prevents jedi from falling in love, seonghwa tries to suppress his feelings for you because he knows what it could lead to. except daily you are there to remind him — what is love, if not light? what is light, if not love?

warnings; small mention of death

seonghwa knew three things, protect the peace, trust in the force, and keep you safe. the clone wars were dangerous and the last thing he wanted was to lose you to them like he had lost so many other people. countless times he had seen many friends and comrades lose their lives to a war that seemed to have no end. he couldn’t let that happen to you, his best friend.

best friends — that’s all you ever could be. the jedi code prevented him from feeling anything else or looking at you in any other light. then why was it when he looked at you, his heart swelled? why was it when you laughed, he felt like he was hearing an angel sing? he didn’t know what he was feeling, but he knew it could get him in trouble.

day by day seonghwa felt a fondness growing for you. he felt as if his day was ruined if he didn’t see you. you had been assigned an apprentice recently, which meant training had taken up most of your time. whatever free time you did have, you spent planning missions to find the closest separatist base. needless to say, his days were ruined more often than not.

however today, you had a rare free day. no training, no missions, no planning, nothing. and you intended to make up for lost time with seonghwa. you woke up early, got ready and headed straight to seonghwa’s quarters — the walk almost made you feel nostalgic of your youth. remembering the nights as padawans where you and seonghwa would sneak around the temple just to see each other before bed or the days where seonghwa would help you train for your trials. you smiled to yourself as you remember how he would teasingly remind you that he outranked you, seeing as he was knighted first.

you turn the corner and see seonghwa already waiting for you outside of his door, his head perked up at the sound of your footsteps. he felt that familiar warm feeling in his chest when he saw you, still not understanding what it was. he pushed his confusion aside as you approached.

“it’s been too long!” you exclaimed, smiling up at the taller man. he smiled back down at you, agreeing.

“that it has. how are you? how’s training?” he asked, you both begin to walk so you could start your day.

seonghwa wishes he actually paid attention to your answers to his questions. instead all he focused on was how perfectly your hair framed your face, or how you scrunched your nose while trying to remember part of the story you were telling. he focused on how you used your hands to emphasize certain words, and how your eyes would light up when you mentioned how quickly your padawan was learning. he thinks about how special you are, not just to the jedi order or your padawan — but to him. he thinks about the war, and how he fears how he’d lose sight of himself if anything were to happen to you.

he realizes that this is what love must feel like. the forbidden feeling that he had been warned about since he was a child. he realizes that everything he had felt up until this point was love, and it scared him. he didn’t know what to do. what he did know was, you didn’t feel the same way. even if you did, there was nothing you two could do about it. so he decided to let it go.

seonghwa couldn’t let his realization go as easy as he’d thought. it had been exactly one week and three days since he realized he was in love with you, and as the days went on the more helpless he felt. he wanted to tell you, he wanted to know how you felt, even if it wasn’t the same.

he could never read you. when it came to everyone else around him, the force helped him read people’s feelings and true emotions. but with you, it was like the force blocked him off. he never understood why that happened, but it drew him closer to you. it made him curious about how well you actually hid your thoughts and emotions, especially the ones that pertained to him, if any.

on this particular night, the hours slowly starting to turn into the early morning, seonghwa had decided he had enough. his realization of love made him realize other things about the jedi order. their idea of love wasn’t true. love was not a path to the dark. how could it be when you existed? how was he expected to help keep the peace and stay on a certain path, when it felt like the order was taking the light away? in this moment, he came to another realization — he needed to leave, and it had to be with you.

with that, seonghwa immediately got out of bed, got dressed, and threw whatever he could fit into a small bag. he didn’t know where he was going to go, or what he was going to say to you. all he knew was that he couldn’t be in the order anymore, and he wanted needed you to go with him. he finished packing and hurriedly walked toward his door and opened it. what he didn’t expect was to see you standing there, with your own bag packed and a nervous look that he was sure that matched his own.

“leave with me.”

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Tripped and fell into VerDi brainrot and, this is the result. Had this in the drafts for awhile now and I was initially going to post another piece before it but, I want to work on posting works in chronological order from when I start them. Honestly, this might be my favourite piece that I've written so far. Enjoy the filth.

Lee Chan x Fem! Reader x Hansol Vernon Chwe, Chan and Reader are in a relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Vernon watches Chan and Reader have sex, praise kink (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, spanking (f. receiving), creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), Dom! Chan, Switch! Reader, Sub(ish)! Vernon and Chan being an overall menace to both Reader and Vernon.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When your boyfriend first suggested this, you were more than a little uncertain. Not that you had any issues with Vernon, quite the opposite actually. You two got along incredibly well, much to Chan's relief, and have become relatively good friends in your own right. However, being good friends with your boyfriend's best friend doesn't magically equate to being comfortable with involving him as a third during sex. Vernon is a good looking man, to put it simply. You weren't blind to that. It also didn't help that you found his more shy and reserved personality endearing. Sometimes wondering how he became best friends with your loud ass boyfriend. The two of them feeling like complete opposites at times. Regardless, while you were attracted to him, you did had your reservations about including him in your sex life when your boyfriend brought it up.

"I- what brought this on?" You asked Chan, completely bewildered by this suggestion to let Vernon watch the two of you. Chan's ears are a bright red as he explains what his friend confessed to him one night after one too many drinks, "He thinks you're hot. Always has. He said one night he overheard us fucking in the dance studio and, got off on hearing us. He said after that he's been curious about what watching us would be like." All of this information hits you like a truck. Learning far more about Vernon's sexual interests than you ever expected to in your lifetime. While you can see the appeal for yourself and Vernon, you do wonder what's in it for Chan. "Why do you want to do it?" You finally ask when you remember how to formulate words. Your brain still reeling from all of this. Chan just smirks before answering, "I thought you'd notice by now, I like showing off."

That's how you find yourself thighs spread wide with Chan fucking into while Vernon sits across from you two on a chair, watching. Chan's hands grip your thighs tightly to make sure they stay open. Making sure Vernon can see ever movement of his girthy cock inside of you. His chest is hot and sweaty against your back, his breaths against your shoulder and neck giving rise to goosebumps. A particularly hard thrust from him has you throwing your head back and, moaning long and loud for both men to hear. "Isn't she so pretty?" Chan asks the older man over your shoulder, moving one of his hands to toy with your hardened nipple. "Yeah, so fucking pretty," Vernon responds completely transfixed by the sight of the two of you.

Vernon is yet to do anything other than sit there and watch, in nothing but his boxers. Both men agreeing to let you take the reins in that regard. Honestly, he's just happy you both agreed to let him watch. You're quite literally making one of his wildest fantasies a reality. He wasn't going to get all greedy now. Trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his profusely leaking cock in his boxers, he struggles to choose where to focus his gaze. One part of him desperately wants to watch the way your tight pussy eagerly swallows his best friend's (kind of intimidating) cock. The other part of him wants to watch your tits jump and bounce and jiggle with each of Chan's precise thrusts. The final part of him wants to watch your beautiful face. Eyes lidded in pleasure, lips bruised and swollen from how thoroughly Chan had kissed you and, every little noise you make shooting straight to his cock. Vernon would never tell Chan this because the younger man's ego is enormous enough as it is but, he thinks he finally understands why you're so willing and eager to spread your thighs for him, any and everywhere. Chan is nothing if not thorough at making sure you're fucked out.

He settles on alternating between looking at every part of you but, he finds his eyes wondering to your pussy more than anywhere else. You may be becoming too dazed to notice but, Chan notices and he pounces.

He fucks into you particularly hard, biting back a groan at how you tighten around him and dig your nails into the skin of his arms as he holds onto you firmly. "She's so tight. I can barely move," he tells Vernon, enjoying the way his words wash over his friend. His grip on the arms of the chair he's been sitting for what feels like hours tightening slightly as he swallows thickly. "Chan," you whine out in embarrassment at his words, turning your head in an attempt to hide from Vernon's scorching gaze. Chan won't be having any of it, however. The hand that had been toying with your nipple moves to cup your jaw, turning you back to face his best friend, whispering in your ear, "There's no need to be shy, baby. Look at how hard Vernon is from watching us. From watching you."

You shyly let your eyes wander to Vernon and are immediately struck with how delectable he looks. His brown locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his cock straining against his boxers with a noticeable wet spot. The sight of him causing you clench around Chan's cock and moan out far louder than you intended to. "Y-you look so pretty, Ver-Vernon," you stutter out, taking great pleasure in watching his blush darken and spread down to his neck. "She means it. I almost came from how hard she clenched around me just now," Chan adds over your shoulder, moving his hand from your jaw to your clit.

"Th-Thanks," comes Vernon's bashful response, his cock throbbing from the praise. He watches intently as Chan makes quick work of your clit, still fucking you incessantly while encouraging you to cum on his cock. Cum while Vernon watches.

"Don't you want to show Vernon how much of a good girl you are? How beautiful you look when you cum?" Chan asks loud enough for both of you to hear clear as day, his fingers and his cock not giving you much of a choice. You hold Vernon's gaze as you cum. Insides tightening around Chan like a vice while your juices gush down his cock and his balls onto your shared bed, mouth open as you cry out for both men to hear.

Vernon has never cum untouched but, he thinks he just might from watching how hard you cum. You're arching and squirming so attractively, all your sounds of pleasure making his boxers even more of a sticky mess. Chan was right, you do look beautiful when you cum. Speaking of the younger man, this is probably the first time he isn't running his mouth all night. His own moans mixing with yours from how hard you try and milk him for his cum but, he resists. He still has other ideas in mind for how he wants this evening to go. Steeling his resolve to not fill you with his cum, he does keep you steady against his chest as you ride out your climax. Slowing his thrusts down as to not completely overwhelm you and, cooing encouragements and praise at you for how well you did, how pretty you looked and how good you were for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?" Chan asks you softly, hands now rubbing your thighs soothingly. Once you finally start to regain the ability to formulate words you respond, "No, I don't want to stop. I have an idea actually. I want you to fuck me while I suck off Vernon." It's a desire of yours that's been building as you've watched Vernon squirm in that chair while Chan makes you take him. You want to touch Vernon, to taste him. You'd even be okay with letting him fuck you too but, you know Chan probably wouldn't be comfortable with that. Atleast for now. "That's if you're both okay with that," you add hurriedly, giving both men ample opportunity to back out. They seem to have a silent conversation with one another for a moment. Communicating through eye contact and nothing else. You try not to squirm too much on Chan's lap, his cock still very much rock hard inside of you while the two of them communicate. Finally, Chan's hands gravitate to your hips and he kisses the side of your head before say, "I'm down and something tells me Vernon is too. How do you want us, baby?"

That's how you find yourself with your face in Vernon's lap while Chan gradually fucks into you from behind. His hands holding your hips while he thrusts into you slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the new angle and focus on Vernon with minimal distractions. Vernon watches you in a mixture of fascination and shyness, your face centimetres from his still covered cock. You slowly reach for his boxers, giving him the chance to stop you if he wants to. He doesn't. You watch through half-lidded eyes how his lengthy cock smacks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin. Chan's grip on your hips tightens for a moment when you clench around him at the sight of Vernon's cock, picking up the pace behind you gradually. "Is it o-okay if I touch you now?" You ask him, hand hovering just above his cock that is flushed a rather angry looking red. "Yeah," he breathes out and, it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when you finally do touch him. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly to become accustomed to the weight of him.

Vernon is a little embarrassed at the noise he makes when you experimentally lick him, his taste a little salty but, otherwise not unpleasant. "You can touch me too, okay?" You tell him softly with a smile before easing your mouth onto his cock, feeling him pulse violently against your tongue for a few beats. Vernon's shaky hands find themselves in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard as you begin to well and truly suck him off. "You can be more rough. Not only can she take it, she loves it. Isn't that right, princess?" Chan asks you, giving your ass a harsh slap to prove his point. Your answering moan with a mouthful of Vernon's cock and attempts at nodding make Chan smirk before he focuses his attention back on making sure you're fucked thoroughly. Watching the way your pussy takes ever bit of his cock and your ass kisses his abs with ever thrust have him steadily heading towards his orgasm. Vernon isn't fairing much better. Even while partially distracted by Chan, you still try your utmost to make sure the older man is enjoying himself. Taking him as far as you can, swallowing around him and deliberately slowly easing off of him until his tip rests against your tongue once more. He thinks he might just lose his mind with how much of a tease you're being. "I- please" he begs hoarsely, grip tightening on your hair as you ease down onto his cock once again. At his plea, you meet his wild eyes, stilling your mouth momentarily while you stare at him with a glint of amusement. He knows what you want him to do and Vernon has never been too proud of a man to beg for what he wants. "Please. Please l-let me cum. Please," he whines, trying his best to stay still and behave for you.

Chan groans from behind you at how you clench around him at Vernon's words, fucking into your faster. His grip on your hip and ass bruising now. You wouldn't be surprised to find indents of his fingers on your skin when he was finished with you. Deciding to treat Vernon with a little kindness since he asked so nicely, you continue your ministrations on him. This time not slowing down or taking it easy on him in the slightest. Your bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you gagging on Vernon's cock and the moans of pleasure from the two men.

To the surprise of everyone, Chan is the first to cum. You know before he informs you based on the way his cock pulses incessantly inside of you and he keeps you still against his hips that he's going to cum. His cum is warm and familiar inside of you and, the vibrations from your moans at being being filled up by your lovely boyfriend quickly send Vernon over the edge as well. You do appreciate his attempts in trying to warn you but, you were more than happy to swallow his cum. You try your best to swallow all of it but, there's just too much of it so bits of it dribble past your lips and down your chin. You lap at him softly until he moans from the oversensitivity so, eventually you stop and give him some time to catch his breath. Vernon watches you scoop up all his cum that made it past your lips with your fingers and push them into your mouth until they're licked completely clean.

God, you're so hot.

Chan gently eases out of you. Both of you shuddering at the feeling and, he takes a moment to admire the view of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Honestly, you don't think you've felt this full of cum and well-fucked in your life. Which is really saying something because your boyfriend is an extremely thorough man when it comes to sex. Even on the verge of blacking out, you're so glad you decided to say yes to this idea.