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jyoongim · 7 months

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Price to pay pt. 2

Anon request:

Alastor X human!reader where she is desperate to make a deal for fame and glory.

She tries to summon a demon, accidentally conjuring Alastor. Beside her feisty facade she’s quite innocent and naive. He’s intrigued by her and toys with her, like a prey,tricking her into him, she signs the deal. He’ll come back after 1yr to collect his pretty little prize…her body and soul.

Part one

part 3

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Songs: primadonna (marina), Judas(lady Gaga ), i have nothing (Whitney !!!), cobra (Megan thee stallion), dark horse (Katy Perry ), sex therapy, material girl (madonna)

You sighed as you walked off stage. Your managers and assistants quickly surrounded you as you walked into the dressing room.

”You were amazing!”

”You’re trending already!”

”what an amazing performance!”

”What a great tour!”

You sipped on some water as you were undressed and sat on the couch as everyone buzzed around.

So much had happened in the span of a year. It honestly felt like a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream.

The necklace around your neck was your reminder of that.

You were the hottest sensation. You have signed multiple record deals and within weeks you were in a recording studio giving a demo.

It was all a blur after that.

You quickly gained popularity and before you knew what was happening, you were on tours. You had been to so many places and performed in front of thousands of people.

It was a dream come true.

Your latest album was your last gift you would leave behind.

It told of all of your love for the spotlight, the burdens you held, and your dark secret.

But of course no one knew that.

No one knew that the famous singer had sold her soul to have a taste of her dream.

No one knew that as quick as she lit up the stage, that she would never grace it again.

It was the last night of your tour; the last night of freedom.

You wanted to scream and cry, beg that you never gave up this feeling.

But a deal’s a deal, and you always kept your word.

You had smiled at all the wonderful people you had grown to appreciate and thanked them.

You sat on the floor of an empty hotel room, two bottles of alcohol empty, a third in your hand as you stared at yourself in the floor-length mirror.

You closed your eyes, the last thing you wanted to remember was how happy you’ve been for the past year.

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It was too quiet.

You had waited for the moment when the floor split open and swallowed you up.

For the red demon to pop up out of nowhere and kill you, take your soul and can it in a jar.

Your body buzzed at the thought.

Alastor.

The demon wasn’t as scary as you had thought bitch you fucking lie .

He wasn’t what you had expected of a demon…yes he was scary as shit and probably would kill you.

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Your panties grew damp at the thought of those red glowing eyes, cunt clenching around nothing at the memory of his fingers working your smoldering heat.

Your eyes drunkenly casted onto the necklace that Alastor had given you.

Ill always keep close watch Alastor’s voice rung in your head.

In your drunken state, you must have thought of it as some sort of rebellion. You parted your thighs, hand slipping between your thighs and rubbing at the heated mound.

Eyes watching yourself in the mirror, a soft moan passed your lips as your fingers flicked and pressed down on your aching clit.

“Haaaa fuuuccck” you hissed, bringing your other hand to palm at your heavy tit, pinching at your perky nipple.

Your administrations had you panting as you rapidly thrusted your fingers inside you, hips wiggling as your approaching orgasm warmed your body. Your toes curled and you threw your head back “A-Alastor” you whispered, teeth clenching as you clenched around your fingers.

so close. You were so close.

But something was missing.

Your orgasm was trying to wane, no matter how much you rubbed at your clit.

Nononononononononono!

A large warm body manifested behind you, long arms wrapping around you, hands replacing yours, as sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder.

”Hello my dear”

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robin-5-technically · 1 month

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Oops there was green pit water in the shampoo. In the hospital but fuuuccck I was hallucinating.

But somehow I feel kinda refreshed. I doubt it's the hospital stay though...

-🦇💍

🍃 anon. you have company in the hospital now.

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erii-ya · 8 months

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The Huntress’s Prey pt2

Killer x FemReader

One Piece FanFic

A/N: I originally had a different scenario in my head but it ended up like this. Enjoy! Also, if you haven't, here's Part 1.

*Triggering words/scenarios ahead* *spoilers*

**Remember that One Piece is the beautiful original story of Eiichiro Oda-sensei. Scenarios, places, and events are all fictional.**

WC: 2.4k

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Time passed for God knows how long, and you're still in that fetal position Kid left you in. Not daring to move. Your tears have long dried up, and your body's numb from all the pain.

‘How pathetic.’

‘Can’t find my crew. Couldn't help Luffy. Can't be by his side.’

“Now I'm stuck with a dim-wit and was forced to join his crew. Haaaa. What kind of a wretched person did you ask to join your crew, Luffy? Can’t even do a fucking thing!” talking to yourself, gritting your teeth.

Tears start to form again, and you can't help but feel sorry for yourself. Thoughts begin to run rampant inside your head. Remembering Ace’s death brought you back to a past you had long buried. Whatever Luffy's going through right now wasn't foreign to you. You know how it is to lose a family, to lose someone too dear to you. It’s like being stabbed in the heart by thousands and thousands of needles every. freaking. day. And whatever you do, wherever you are, the pain is still there. It doesn't go away. You just learn how to live with it.

You're too depressed to notice someone entering the kitchen. Killer returned to start dinner and didn't expect to see you still there. He knows how rough Kid can get, especially since he's not the most patient person alive.

He didn't interrupt you and proceeded to start with dinner. Making sure he moves as quietly as possible, although he doesn't have to; he thought you needed this moment.

You tried to move and stand up a little while later, but your body was so sore it was almost impossible. Killer, seeing you struggling, was quick to his feet. He scooped you up, bridal style, as carefully as he could, and he did it so smoothly, like you're weighing nothing. Surprised, you unconsciously hook both of your hands on his neck so that you won’t fall.

“Relax. I won’t throw you out,” he assured.

“How long have you been here?” you asked, wide-eyed. You turn pale at the thought that Killer heard your self-pitying rantings.

“Long enough to entertain me,” he answered.

‘Fuuucck. These tears won’t stop!’ you scold yourself.

Today has been exhausting for you. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. The last thing you want is for him to see you in this state. Watching you getting beaten to death by Kid was already too much.

Then you laughed. Pathetically. “Was it fun to watch my emotional breakdown? Ha! I guess it is since it entertained you.”

Killer didn’t answer and just continued walking through the ship’s corridors. You covered your face with your arm and let the new set of tears flow freely down your face, silently whimpering. You don’t care anymore. All you want to do is empty these tears so you can cry no more.

You feel yourself shift in Killer’s arms and a door opening. Then, you were laid in a firm bed. You took a peek behind your arms and saw Killer closing the door and then locking it.

“Hey, this isn’t the stock room.” you quickly said. Killer ignored you. He was looking around, trying to find something. “I said. This is NOT my room.” trying to get his attention.

Again, silence. When he found what he was looking for, Killer took the chair by the table and placed it in front of you to sit down. What he got with him was some bandages, needles, thread, and a bottle of liquor. Without a second thought, he ripped your shirt.

Dumbfounded, you have forced yourself to sit down on reflex, causing you to writhe in pain. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuccck!” you cursed.

“This won’t do.” he stood up and went to open another door inside the room, which turned out to be a bathroom. You heard him opening the faucet and, after a while, went back to scoop you up again, bring you inside the bath, and place you inside a tub softly. Everything happened so fast that you couldn’t even react properly.

The bath water was warm and soothing. Killer continued ripping your clothes, tossing them at a corner. Rip. Toss. Rip. Toss. Until you’re completely bare. You didn’t cover yourself because you can’t.

“Can you at least move your hands?” he asked. You shake your head. “Right. With those injuries, it’ll probably take a week or so for you to recover fully,” he said matter-of-factly.

“What’s your deal?” confused with what he’s trying to do. “Is this your way to kiss and make up out of guilt? You’re not even the one who did this to me.”

You can feel him staring back at you. “I’m cleaning you up. I can’t patch you properly with all that dried blood. Your wounds might get infected also.”

“Ha, so your captain breaks, and then you’d clean up after his mess? Are you sure you’re supposed to be here? Why don’t you go to your ‘Kid’ and tuck him in bed while singing some lullabies? Kid-sitter.” you snickered.

Killer answered by grabbing your neck, pushing you into the water, keeping you under for 5 minutes. When you rose, you choked on all that water you inhaled and swallowed. Breathing was almost painful, and you coughed out all the excess.

“Even though he’s not here, I won’t let you disrespect my captain.” you can’t see the expression he's making, but it gives you chills. “Don’t try me, little babe. I know perfectly how to shut a brat like you.” Although threatening, his words didn’t scare you; instead, they turned you on. ‘Did I just discover my kink?’

You failed to hide it, but Killer saw how you blushed at his words, making the atmosphere awkward around him. He was trying to scare you and not the other way around. Killer sighed in defeat. “You’re driving me insane.” was the only thing he could say.

There was no answer from you. He thought you malfunctioned. So, to get things done quickly, Killer begins to wash you up, and you don’t even protest. Your head still on cloud nine.

Same thing as how he got you there; he scooped you up, still naked, and set you in bed. He put you on one of his shirts, which looked like a dress on you, and boxer shorts. After looking around, it was only then that you realized you were in his room. It seems small for him but spacious for you. Clean and smells manly; however you describe manly. You didn’t expect it to be clean and organized, as well as the bathroom. Quite opposite to the man’s quarters in the Sunny where it reeks of sweat.

He continued tending to your wounds and patched you up nicely. Not a pro, but decent enough to stop the bleeding. You stood up slowly. It’s still painful for you to move, but it’s more tolerable now. Killer stopped you, “Where the hell are you going?”

“I’m going back to the stock room,” you answered, confused. You stayed in the stock room you found yourself in after gaining consciousness. It is dark, and you’re all alone, but it gives you peace of mind.

“You’re not going back there. You’ll stay here.”

“This again? Why the hell do you people decide everything for me?!” you fumed and continued to the door… slowly.

Killer blocked the way and stood before you, arms crossed on his chest. The height difference is so overwhelming that you need to look up to meet his eyes. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” you utter.

You hear him chuckle, then tilt his head in amusement. “Getting shy now, are we? I practically just saw your all a second ago, yeah?” That made your face turn into a tomato, and it feels like he’s enjoying teasing you.

Avoiding his gaze, you whispered, “Not all of it, though.” primarily to yourself, but he still heard it. Killer uncrossed his arms and started to walk toward you, “Oh, so you want me to examine you a little more?” closing the gap between the both of you, “check every inch of you?” he continued to tease.

You try to back away further from him, but your legs bump the edge of the bed, making you lose your balance and accidentally lie down on the mattress. Giving Killer a chance to get on top of you, his hands situated on both sides of your head, locking you in place under him. One of his thighs in between your legs.

With a flushed face and a terrible heartbeat, you feel like you’ll soon be having a heart attack. ‘Too much emotions in one day.’ You prop your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he’s too strong.

Or rather, you're getting feeble due to him being Killer, and whatever he’s trying to do to you doesn’t help your mental state at the moment…

“A-are y-you for real? You tried to c-choke me to death earlier, and now you’re going to take a-advantage of me?” flustered but striving to compose yourself.

“Would you like me to choke you a different way then?” ‘Stop saying that in a low voice!’ If you’re somebody else, you probably short-circuited already. You can’t even think of a good comeback because you’re struck dumb. Instantly forgetting about the day’s drama and everything you went through. Dirty thoughts are invading your brain. ‘Killer…choking me…’ you gulped on all the different scenarios you see yourself in.

His amused laugh brought you back from your fantasies. “Told you I can shut you up.” he was proud. He moved away from you and got up, which disappointed you. You’re lying if you say you didn’t hope for it to escalate.

“Don’t worry. I’m maybe a pirate, but I still have a bit of decency,” he says while walking out the door. “Stay here until you recover. I’ll sleep elsewhere.” you just listened while staring at the ceiling. Still in the same position he left you.

“Don’t think about the clean up. Kid won’t force you to work sporting those injuries. You’re part of us now, so you can rest easy.” before he could fully exit, you finally said, “I’m not one of you. I am and will always be a Strawhat.”

You heard him sigh, “I, too, don’t like the idea of forcing someone to join our crew, especially since you came from a rival, only because I don’t want them ending up betraying Kid.” he said without looking back. “But he’s right. It’ll be a waste to kill you. However, I’ll be watching you. One wrong move, and I’ll cut that pretty neck of yours.” and with that, he’s gone.

With an annoyed groan, you cover your face with your hands because of the lingering embarrassment. Mentally smacking your head. The only thing that registered in your brain on what Killer said was ‘that pretty neck of yours.’ and your heart is fluttering.

“Y/N, you hussy. He’s an enemy…” criticizing yourself, “but he’s too fuckin’ hooooot.” you squealed. Being in his room, lying on his bed, and smelling him on every corner doesn’t give you the peace of mind you sought. Despite that, the physical and emotional exhaustion pulled you to sleep.

Meanwhile…

Killer went back to the kitchen to carry on with dinner. He saw Kid inside, holding a jug of beer. “Where’s the runt?” Kid asked.

“In my room.” Killer answered unconcerned.

Kid’s eye twitched. “I thought I told everyone to leave her alone.” slamming his jug on the table.

“You did, and I heard you.” Killer, still unfazed, cooking pasta. “Are you seriously considering letting her join the crew?” changing the topic.

Kid’s expression changed to smug. “Why not? She has some balls. Why let her stay in a goodie ol’ crew when she can go unrestrained with us? Saw that unwavering look in her eyes? Gave me chills.” he grinned, chugging down his beer.

“Are we now snatching potential people from another pirate’s crew? Not that I’m complaining.”

“We’re not snatching her. They're practically disbanded now. I don’t know why that warlord sent her here if whatever she said was true, but I’m not letting go of that potential of hers.” Kid explained. “Also, she can’t just barge in and leave like nothing.”

Kid has a point, Killer thought. You didn't lose your spunk the whole time he was with you. Killer did see your depressed state, but regardless, you still bite back. The only time you lost your cool was when he was teasing you.

Your face pops out of his head. The flustered look and your bare skin. He remembered noticing some scars around your stomach area, sides, and back, the most prominent one being on your chest.

Your chest. For some reason, his thoughts trailed down on how your breast fits perfectly in his hands. Not that he was able to hold or touch it, but he knew when he saw them. They’re not overly big and not that small, either, but he knows his hands can fully cover them.

Killer was lost in thought when Kid spoke, “Are you trying to burn our dinner?” which brought him back to his senses. His pasta almost burnt.

“What’s up with you, buddy?” Kid asked with genuine concern, although his facial expression was serious.

“Just tired.” He can’t obviously say he was lusting over you since he’s one of those opposed to you joining them.

“I can take over if you wan-...” Kid wasn’t even finished when Killer snapped back at him.

“Hell no! Abso-fucking-lutely no! The last time you did, we almost died of dehydration because of diarrhea.”

Kid’s face turned red in embarrassment. “Be thankful I offered help!” he shouted.

“No, thank you, and just stay back! I’ll handle it.” pointing at Kid to sit down. Kid didn’t answer but sat down, still protesting though.

Killer shook his head, stressed. Thinking of you gives him trouble, so he decides to ignore you the next time. He wasn’t even sure why he helped you. He indeed cleans up after Kid’s mess most of the time, but he never shows sympathy to the people Kid lashes out at. For him, Kid’s action is appropriate for a captain and will follow him until the end of his captain’s dream, for better and for worse.

A sudden idea comes up to him and it explains why. Your loyalty to your captain was the same as his, so perhaps he helped you because he saw himself in you. Then he lusted on you because he’s a man and you’re a woman. A normal reaction. Nothing special.

Killer was satisfied with that conclusion. Starting tomorrow, he’ll act the same way he is. He doesn’t need to be bothered by you. You’ll be part of the crew, and he's your vice-captain, that’s it.

Well, at least he hoped that was it.

Part Three...

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spotsandsocks · 1 year

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @panbuckley @wikiangela @prince-buck-diaz @heartbeatdiaz then inspired and encouraged by @rogerzsteven @mandzuking17 (consider self tagged) who were chatting about kisses and I butted in 😉 to say I did that kiss once so here it is - part of 12 months 12 Kisses where Eddie kisses Buck 12 times and then it’s partner fic Let me Kiss You again and again and again the kisses again from Buck’s pov

Eddie pov Let me Kiss You again and again and again

“You know, I can do that for you, it’s no trouble.”

Eddie had offered casually.

Buck had reacted like it was the biggest deal ever.

“You’re kidding? You really don’t mind?” Buck sounds like all his Christmas’ have come at once.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I minded Buck.” Eddie replies matter of factly without lifting his eyes from the book he’s reading.

“Aww, seriously, you are the best person I know.” Buck’s enthusiasm leaks into the room, “I could kiss you.”

That gets Eddie's attention. He starts to turn, to say he’s fully aware he’s the best when clearly carried away with enthusiasm and gratitude Buck swoops in and smacks a loud kiss onto his lips.

Buck bounces back, clapping his hands together, thrilled with his good fortune. Eddie blinks at the blinding grin on the younger man’s handsome face as he walks away, dancing backwards and grinning. He points his finger in Eddie’s direction.

“You are the best! Love you man!”

Buck was long gone before Eddie moved again.

Buck pov Let me Kiss You again and again and again

Later as he lay in bed blushing at the memory he could see how it had happened, how his enthusiasm had gotten the better of him and led to one of his top five, maybe even top three most embarrassing moments.

Buck had needed a favour and he didn’t really like to ask, but Eddie being the amazing man he was had volunteered and literally saved Buck’s life.

Just before it happened he remembered being overwhelmed with how lucky he was to have Eddie in his life and that he really was the best and then…. oh god, then he’d kissed him.

Buck rolled over in bed and buried his face in his pillow, with a groan.

The memory was still vivid. It hadn’t even been a small respectable kiss like Eddie had given him last month; no this had been a great big kiss on the lips.

He’d made it to his jeep before what he’d done hit him and glued his feet to the floor in horror. Eyes widening he looked back over his shoulder half expecting to see Eddie charging after him demanding an explanation for his inappropriate workplace kissing.

The only coherent thought running through his head at that moment had been Fuucckkkk!!

Even now hours later, in his own bed, time and distance separating him from the mortifying event, the same thought still ran through his mind on repeat.

Fuuuccck!

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