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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months

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Christmas Meeting

Hello everyone!

Here is a new Christmas story, based on the one I wrote recently, Hide and Seek.

I already have some ideas for others but if you have any, I listen to you gladly!

TW : None.

Hiding your relationship with Alessia wasn’t easy every day, but it at least saved you from having to make introductions with your in-laws. But now that most of your loved ones are aware, Alessia also told her family and it was with a hesitant look that the blonde arrived at your house one November evening. "My parents would like to meet you" she quickly confessed, torturing her fingers. "Oh" was your first answer, not knowing if it was a good thing or not given the worry that was drawn on your girlfriend’s features.

But you quickly realized that what worried her was a possible negative answer from you. You accepted and Alessia immediately relaxed, while on your side you stressed a little more with each passing day. The invitation was for December and a family Christmas meal. You want to make a good impression with the Russo you’ve never really met. They all see who you are, you’re still Lucy Bronze’s little sister. But it is also true that you never really spoke to them, other than informally.

So it’s nervous as a flea that you arrive at Alessia’s family home, the one where she grew up. You know by this same Alessia that you will be the last arrivals, her brothers and their families being already there. Alessia hates the train, so you went with her car.

"One last kiss" begs the blonde by leaning towards you after parking her car in the driveway.

Despite your nervousness, you smile and lean in her direction. Over time, you wonder how you managed to retain these tender gestures for so long in public. You love it when she slips an arm around your waist when you walk or when she kisses you on the cheek when she comes to meet you in the stands after a football match.

"Mmh, one more" whispers Alessia against your lips, making you smile.

A few minutes later, Alessia holds your hand as you prepare to enter the house. By habit, the blonde rings at the door before entering, throwing a cheerful "We’re here". It only takes a few seconds for Alessia’s mother to get out of what you imagine to be the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon in her hand. Her smile is resplandissant, testifying to the pleasure she has to see her daughter. After hugging Alessia, she turns to you and offers you a big smile.

"Welcome home Y/N".

After the official greetings, you find yourself sitting next to Alessia with a glass of Italian wine in hand. Her older brother, Luca is there with his wife and Giorgio also brought his girlfriend. There are also Alessia’s grandparents and discussions happily mingle with each other. You are secretly relieved to see that Alessia seems to have taken on the mission of not leaving you alone for a single second.

You are at the break between the two main meals when Giorgio and Luca come to sit in front of you, looking at you with a serious and almost cold air that makes you look at Alessia. You see her rolling her eyes at the very moment when Giorgio speaks, looking at you with a calculating air.

"AC Milan or Juventus?"

"Seriously guys?" sighs Alessia

But her brother beckons her to be silent, raising his hand, without leaving you with his eyes. Next to him, Luca did not move either.

"Uh… AC Milan?"

You turn slightly to Alessia, who shrugs her shoulders, seeming to indicate that you do not have much choice to answer.

"Real Madrid or FC Barcelona?"

"Barcelona"

"Manchester United or Manchester City?"

At the question, you see from the corner of your eye the paternal grandfather of Alessia leaning with an interested air in your direction.

"Well… my sister played in City, but I’d still say Manchester United."

You see the two brothers exchange a look and you begin to find it rather funny. With their muscles and tattoos, they remind you of the movie "The Godfather".

"Chelsea or Arsenal?"

"Arsenal, for obvious reasons" you answer, taking another look in Alessia's direction.

She laughs softly and you feel her hand on your knee under the table. You don't make yourself pray to seize it with your own, delicately mixing your fingers with hers.

"Paris or Lyon?"

"Honestly… neither of them"

An amused exclamation escapes from Luca’s lips, who lets himself go against the back of his chair. He's the first to talk after that, even though he has not spoken a word so far.

"I think I like her."

"Yeah, me too. We have to believe that little Lessi finally understood how to choose the right people" adds Giorgio maliciously.

Little Lessi coldly shows him her middle finger, making the two brothers laugh before getting up as quickly as they arrived. Alessia barely has time to apologize for their behavior as the next dish is placed on the table by your mother-in-law. At this rate, you’ll probably explode soon.

You are digesting your meal on the living room sofa after discovering Alessia’s teenage bedroom when it's Alessia’s father’s turn to sit in front of you. He holds a glass bottle with a liquid that looks rather thick with two shot glasses in his other hand

"Dad" warns Alessia, frowning.

But he just smiles at her, before talking to you.

"This is liquor my uncle make in our village in Sicily. You want to taste it?"

Mario speaks directly to you and you obviously cannot refuse him his proposal. You are relieved to see that your hand doesn't tremble when you toast with him, discreetly pressing against the hand that Alessia put in your back.

You were prepared for it, but the alcohol is even stronger than you could have imagined. You are honourably holding back a coughing fit, but the grimace on your face is unmistakable.

"So?" asks Mario, smiling.

"It’s… strong" you manage to answer, voice slightly hoarse.

Your father-in-law nods, looking like he want to say that’s what’s interesting. As you wonder how you are going to finish your drink without passing in your girlfriend's arms, you realize that Giorgio is discreetly beckoning you to pass your drink to him. Too quickly for Mario to realize it, he empties it and gives it back to you, attracting a complicit and appreciative look of his little sister.

In the late afternoon, some of the family members propose to go for a walk. But, claiming a little tranquility, Alessia takes you upstairs instead. Even though the Russos are very nice people, you are happy to have a little respite and to find Alessia’s room.

"It’s snowing again" you realize by looking out the window.

The ground is already covered with a thick layer of white snow, but with the sun setting, the view from the window of Alessia’s room is rather pretty. Alessia having positioned herself next to you to observe it, you let yourself go against her, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"Thank you for coming" softly whispers the pretty blonde while laying a kiss on your head.

"Of course" you answer in the same tone.

A few moments pass, during which you continue to look outside. As you feel your body getting heavier against Alessia as the seconds go by, she turns to you with an eyebrow arch.

"Are you drunk?"

Despite you you giggle and only that could give the answer to Alessia. Between the wine of the meal and Mario’s digestive, God forgives you, but you are indeed a little.

"Tipsy?"

Alessia smiles and puts her two arms around your waist to hold you tight. You know you’ll have to come down in a few dozen minutes, certainly, when the others come back. But for now, you are determined to enjoy the company of Alessia. You raise your face in her direction, drawing her features with the help of your eyes.

"You’re starring."

"Yes. But I have the right to do it."

Laughing, Alessia shifts her attention to you before answering. You can see her eyes sparkles and God, you are so in love with her.

"That’s right. And I have the right to do that."

One of her arms leaves your waist, to allow her to gently take your cheek in her hand and draw your face against hers. A split second her lips are on yours and you pass your arms around her neck to enjoy this kiss. That’s when you realize your fears were stupid. As long as you’re with Alessia, you know she’ll do anything to make you feel good.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo imagine

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year

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"Better Story, Improved Effects." Mickey Altieri X Reader.

Soooo I was re-watching Scream 2 last week while sick in bed and something finally clicked in my brain and I realized oh fuck, I love Mickey. So shit, here we are, his first smut! I dunno where this all came from but maybe it was just lying dormant under the surface and now it’s all out here to play and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Big shout out to @eggsandbeer for the title, beta reading and to her and ALSO @ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds for the help on his character and all the hyping up since this was my first time writing him.

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Part two now here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 7.3K. Mickey Altieri X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Drinking. Cheating. You Are Randy’s Girlfriend. Shit Talking. Rude Behaviour. Manipulation. Making Out. Grinding. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Eating Pussy. Teasing. Banter. Orgasm Denial. Extreme Frustration. Bad Mouthing Randy. Filming. Sex Caught On Tape. Dub-Con. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Spanking. Masturbation. Cuckolding. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Cream Pie.

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The last way you wanted to spend your Friday night was attending a party solo and thoroughly annoyed with your boyfriend, and yet here you were.

You had been looking forward to unwinding from a hectic week with Randy, some drinks, getting a little messy, perhaps a bit publicly indecent. Then that turning from a kind of foreplay of its own to hastily finding a dark corner secluded enough to hook up with a minimal, (but still a very exciting and arousing), risk of getting caught.

But no, sadly, instead of getting to do any of that you were walking up to the party already well underway totally alone and all because Randy had other plans he didn’t bother making you aware of until about an hour ago. He bought a ticket to go see some movie he had already seen a hundred times, a fact you pointed out quickly that had him replying with equal speed, saying, “But I’ve never seen it on the big screen!”

As if that makes it all okay and would quell your negative emotions and upsetness about him leaving you behind and kicking off his weekend without you. He made some over the top, big and grand promises about making it up to you tomorrow and you rolled your eyes with an unconfident, “Uh-huh”.

It left your lips before he proceeded to try and smooth his departure with a few kisses that you barely returned and on top of that didn’t do much of anything to smooth down your ruffled feathers. He left in short order and you finished getting ready for your night out in a huff. Did you pour some extra effort into looking good so he would feel extra bad and stupid for ditching you for some lame movie? Yes. Was that just a touch petty? Also yes but who could blame you?

Soon as you pushed your way through the bothersome cluster of assholes that were all hanging out and talking in the doorway, for some fucking reason, seriously, who does that? Your first order of business was getting a drink.

The first one went down too quickly and quietly, you didn’t leave the drink station in the kitchen and certainly didn’t talk to anyone yet. One of your hands on the countertop as you gulped down the sticky sweet mixture. You made a second drink after the first and then decided to venture out and seek something out to make you forget about Randy, at least for a little while, the living room that was filled with music and people seemed like as good a place as any to start.

He was hoping he might see you here tonight but seeing you here alone was an unexpected treat. He’d caught sight of you the second you walked in although you did not spot him right off the hop.

He’d been keeping his eyes on you for a while and if Meeks was here there was no way he would have gone this long without latching himself onto you, he is many things, loud, opinionated, and fucking clingy. He doesn’t think there is a single time he had seen you two together where Randy hadn’t been hanging off of you, like he needed to touch you in some way at all times or he would be in physical pain otherwise. To be fair he isn’t sure he would be much better if you were his. None of your other friends were about and your expression told him you were upset, about what he didn’t know, and would he be a good friend if he didn’t walk over and check in on you?

You on an average day was already a treat for the eyes but on a night out like this, when you poured in that extra effort was truly something to behold. He made his way over to you, sliding up beside you, a hand tapping you on the shoulder as he asked, “What’s with the frown?”

Your head snapped up, looking to see Mickey right beside you, hand hovering over your shoulder and smile on his lips but eyes concerned. “Is my bad mood so obvious you clocked it from across the room?” You follow the question up by taking a healthy sip from your drink.

A raise of his eyebrows as he brought up his own cup, he’d crouched slightly when greeting you but standing back up to full height and with a half shrug as he said, “Well it is kinda hard to miss when blue is very much not your colour.”

You stifle a laugh into your cup before saying, “Cute, very cute.”

A grin breaks out on his face, he already got you laughing less than a minute into him walking up, this was a great sign. “Soooo what’s up?”

“Ahhhh-” A dismissive wave of your hand as you raise your cup for another sip, and he laughs, a shake of his head as he points to you, “No, no ‘ahhhh’, something is up so spill!”

“I don’t wanna bring down your night.” You say honestly.

He scoffs, “Doubt that you could do that, and what are friends for if not to listen to whatever is eating you?”

He made a good point. Maybe if you vented and got it all off your chest you would feel better? So you give in much easier than you probably should have. A heavy sigh and you take his hand with the one that wasn’t currently holding your drink, urging him as you say, “Okay, c’mon.”

Mickey brightens at the contact that you initiated as he lets you drag him off through the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard.

Sitting on the back patio you proceed to spill your guts, the thump of the music lessened now that you were outside, much easier to hear each other and talk properly. When you finished filling him in he was less than impressed to learn of the reason for your bad mood, what kind of idiot was Randy to ditch you like this? He was of course, nothing but sympathetic to your plight and your pain but also that not so small and sick part inside of him saw this as a golden opportunity, a perfect way to hopefully do what he had been dying to for months. He just had to play it right.

He started easy, saying, “Wow, no wonder you are so upset.”

You exhaled with a nod as you leaned back in your chair and that led to him following up with, “I mean I knew Meeks was a fucking idiot but this might be one of the dumber things he has ever done.”

A small shocked laugh spilled out and it emboldens him, he wants to lean closer to you but doesn’t want to push, not yet so instead he is continuing further before you could hope to respond, “Like does carrot top have any brains at all to rather pass up a party with you for a fuckin’ movie? I bet if I cracked his skull open all I’d find is some loose un-popped corn kernels and a pool of that artificial butter schlock they serve at the theatre he is at right now.”

“Damn Mickey, tell me how you really feel.” You responded before you giggled and he said with a sure nod, “I will! Randy fuckin’ Meeks is totally fucking brain dead for doing this and you should be pissed up at him.”

“Yeah?” You ask, fingers circling the rim of your cup and he said loudly, arms outstretched, “Yes! I mean Christ! What, you don’t think he deserves just a little bit of your ire for pulling this stunt?”

He makes a compelling argument.

He had you smiling, had you laughing and more importantly, he validated your feelings. The more you both talked, the more he decried Randy’s actions and backed you up as your second drink was finished, you felt it. The annoyance, the anger, the unfairness, you ended up telling him a few more things, disagreements and issues minor in nature that Randy had done to upset you, things you think you would be over but when a bit tipsy and upset, venting, it all comes bubbling up to the surface.

It really couldn’t have gone better, you giving him those few more insights gave him more chances to plant further unrest between you and him.

You felt insanely heard and listened to, and maybe it was your overall mood, maybe it was a bit of the drink, but everything he was saying made sense, perhaps Randy wasn’t that great a boyfriend, this movie thing might be indicative of a bigger problem in your whole relationship. Your head felt confused but that was lessening, the longer you chat, the more he insists Randy’s behavior is fucked up, you find it harder and harder to deny that it held weight and made sense.

All and all the conversation was around a half hour before he was encouraging you to get up, saying, “Enough about that asshole, it’s Friday night and look around, it’s a party! He’s out having fun and you should be too.”

He was right again and you told him as such, feeling less burdened, lighter and overall excited to have fun and put those awful feelings aside for the time being. “Yeah! No more moping, fuck him, it’s his loss.”

“Hell yeah it is.” You get up and the pair of you end up marching back into the party. Another drink, talking about not as heavy topics, snacks, sitting in on a card game or two, watching part of a movie that was playing on the tv, and a few hours later you were sitting almost shoulder to shoulder watching a very spirited game of beer pong.

You’d switched to water for a reprieve and during a small lull you said to him, “Hey Mickey?”

A questioning hum that had him turning his head to look at you, “Yeah?”

“Just wanted to say thanks for this. I was feeling really fucked up earlier and if you hadn’t stepped in I woulda had a totally shit time tonight but you completely salvaged it. So uhm, thanks.”

He smiles, a shrug before he says, “Least I can do, I sure as shit wasn’t about to let you sit around all dramatic and morose.”

You laugh before trying to defend yourself, “Dramatic and morose, huh? I don’t know if it was that bad.”

His silence speaks volumes.

You speak his name in a questioning and warning tone and he holds up his hand, a wishy washy and wavering hand motion as he said, “Ehhh-”

A scoff of mock offence bracketed with a laugh and you playfully punch him in the shoulder, “You dick! I thought you were saving me from my shitty boyfriend for the night! I didn’t know I was just trading one asshole for another.”

He plays up the impact, rubbing his shoulder as if it actually hurt and he says, “I��m just being honest, I thought you liked me when I was honest.”

“Honest or mean?” You fire back with a grin and he says, “There’s a difference?”

“For the average person, yes.”

All the back and forth was very fond and fun. You were feeling much better than you had been earlier by now and you suggested, “Wanna get out of here? Go for a walk?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You had no destination in mind. Just fresh night air and more conversation. As you meander about the topic, unsurprisingly considering you were talking with Mickey, the talking turns to movies.

“What do you mean you haven’t seen Stab?” He asked dramatically aghast, way too loud and head up towards the sky as if God themself would have the answer he seeked and you laughed, “I just haven’t!”

“Well we can fix that, no, we should fix that.” He insisted, a wave of his hand encouraging you to follow as he changed course, you turn to follow, a small jog to catch up to him, “What is it that good?”

“God no! It’s garbage.” He said with a look over his shoulder towards you as if you were nuts for even suggesting it was good. You laughed, “Right, so it’s garbage and so I have to see it?”

“Naturally.” He said with a confident nod, hands sliding into his pockets as you fell in step beside him and you say, “Isn’t it not out of theatres yet? I doubt a show is gonna be happening past midnight.”

“No worries about that, I got a bootleg.” He assured and you asked incredulously, “A bootleg of this garbage movie that you don’t like?”

“Do you not own bootlegs of movies you hate?” He asks and you say, “No because I’m not a fucking psycho unlike my present company apparently.”

He laughs the comment off and soon you are at his place, you had never actually been here before. It was late but you weren’t in a rush to go back to your own abode alone, leading you to step into the door he was holding wide open. Wasn’t a bad place at all and you had it to yourselves, it was slightly cluttered but clean and no off putting smells or gross dishes or garbage so hey, a big win and a leg up on many other college living spaces you’d seen in your time here.

Your eyes wander over the space, posters littering the walls, books scattered around and other items as he puts the tape in before coming to flop down beside you with a smile, “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The couch wasn't half bad, there was more than enough room on it for you and him and yet you didn’t stay far apart for long. As you watched and talked, Mickey pointing out flaws and inaccuracies, jokes and riffing you and he scooted nearer, until this moment right there, where you were just about shoulder to shoulder. One of his hands was on his own knee, the other one gesturing to the tv screen as he said, “I mean have you ever seen organs look faker? The colour is totally off, the blood spray should have been bigger and this is supposed to be outside! Where’s the steam?! The inside of a freshly ripped into body should be hot.”

It wasn’t like horror was your favourite genre and you are sure it isn’t his but you could appreciate the passion he held for the craft, for authenticity of film making, you keep the mood light tease, “Oh yeah because you know just what a murder scene looks like, right?”

He laughs, hardly managing to stifle it before he says, “You don’t know everything I’ve done, I could have all sorts of life experiences you are unaware of but besides that it doesn’t take a killer to know that based off the body's internal temperature if sliced into like that-” Another point to the screen, the mangled torso with the mess of red and innards on display, “-it would steam up in the fall evening air.”

You hum with a nod and then a line read on screen was so bad he started up again with another joke that had you laughing in a way that made it hard to breathe. He was piling on, you leaning into him fully now and then that is when his hand makes contact, again only after you touch him first.

A simple move from his own knee to yours, both cracking up and as you come down his hand doesn’t move, instead a simple squeeze as his gaze shifts from screen to you and back again. He is wearing that sideways grin that before tonight sure made your own stare linger a bit longer than it should for a person with a boyfriend, but now? It was having a different effect.

You’d thought about it, mostly before you got with Randy, but Mickey was a really attractive guy, you got along absurdly well and tonight he treated you amazingly, was here for you in a big way when you needed him. You weren’t even tipsy any longer, you can’t blame the feelings he was giving you on the alcohol. You were only human and him encouraging you to feel your emotions, validating them, the close proximity and clear chemistry you both had wasn’t helping this either. You were positive he was into you.

Were you seriously considering this?

He interrupted your thoughts, “You having a good time?”

The question startled you. Not just because he spoke but what he said, Mickey was a pretty self assured guy, the question might sound insecure in nature but it wasn’t spoken in a tone that lended to that. You play along and respond, “Yeah, yeah I am. Why do you ask?”

“Oh just know that what we got up to tonight probably wasn’t what you were initially planning to.” He responded with ease, not insecure, just concerned and you sighed, he was a really good guy wasn’t he?

“Yeah it wasn’t but that isn’t your fault it’s Randy’s for ditching, besides what we did almost all of what he and I would have anyway plus some extra stuff.”

You gesture to the screen and the movie you certainly wouldn’t have seen were it not for him. He asks next, “Well glad I could help give you a good Friday night but that almost all has me curious, what exactly did you miss out on?”

You were painfully aware of the fact that his hand was still on your knee, your eyes drew down slightly at the maintained contact, your shoulders still pressed together, your thighs touching, you leaning into him has created multiple points of contact that you were only just paying attention to now. His body was warm, he smelt good and the question he asked made your mind run back to your intentions at the start of the night, of that semi public risky fuck you wanted to have with Randy.

A subdued shrug, so small that if his eyes weren’t locked onto you and your shoulder on his he might have missed it, “Nothing two college kids in a relationship wouldn’t normally get up to post-party.”

“Ahhh.”

The silence that followed was heavy and tension filled and he said, his eyes moving over you in a way that could be read as more than just ‘friendly’, “Shame I can’t help you out with that.”

Fuck it.

“Couldn’t you?” The question was spoken with your gaze raised, gaging his reaction, the slight raise of his eyebrows and confusion on his features meets the small uptick of the sides of his mouth, “What about Randy?”

“What about him?” You bite back with a casual shrug.

This was too perfect for him but he still had to play this right. An amused exhale before he reminds you, “He’s your boyfriend?”

“And yet I am here with you, alone in your place and on your couch with him nowhere in sight.” And any remaining gap was closed by you, leaning that last bit, one hand meeting his cheek and you tugging him closer to kiss him. As soon as you made that final move, as soon as your lips met his all bets were off, this was happening, patience and hard work pays off and he can take.

The response you draw from him is immediate, a soft groan, his hands moving, finding your waist, shifting his body and adjusting his posture to better return your sudden affection. You move with him, allowing him to do what he wants, take more of the lead, something he seemed to do with a startling amount of ease, as if he expected you to not only bend but to be into it.

You were very much into it.

It wasn’t like what you had with Randy was bad but he was relatively inexperienced when you got together and still wasn’t the most confident without some major prompting and praise. He was a good kisser but more than that you had a great rhythm off the hop, found a solid groove with a natural give and take that seemed to feed into one another beautifully. His hands feel good on your waist, they are grounding and it drives you to want to touch him further. The thumb on your hand still cupping his face swipes over his cheekbone and you tilt his face to be closer still, a move he permits along with your other hand starting on his side before wandering up the expanse of his chest through his shirt.

His hands slip lower, you feel a rough press of him over your hips and then his hands on your outer thighs and he tugs, a further adjustment so you are underneath him, he is leaning further forward, his body starting to cover yours as the make out hastily progressed. The need overwhelms you first, he breaks the kiss and his lips drags down your jaw and further still, kissing over your neck and you arch, squirming your hips, grinding against him and he smiles against your throat from how well this is going so quickly.

Your fingers hook in the neck of his shirt, tangling, twisting, you pull, desperate for more contact as you grind again, he nips lightly at your pulse and you moan again, softer and so sweet, addicting for him to hear. Another few passes of tongue and of teeth that have your thighs hugging his hips and the next grind that happens is mutual, as is the breath that is caught in your respective throats. “Fuck, you’re better at this than I imagined.”

The smile on his face shifts to a grin that is outright cocky, one of his hands on your hip he pulls, makes you grind on him in a way that has your head falling back with a sigh and he asks, “Have you imagined me like this a lot?”

Your hands don’t stop wandering his body, feeling him and when you don’t respond right away, more concerned with the next move of your hips and the subtle rush of pleasure, he continues, “Thought about me being the one doing this when you’re with your shitty little boyfriend?”

A shake of your head, but you don’t stop, you start to tug, a silent plea for him to take off his shirt and one he gives into as you say, “He’s not that bad.”

He is sitting up on his knees, the lack of contact makes you want to complain but the fabric is peeled away and thrown to the side and any possible complaining is forgotten about. A scoff, “Sure, yeah, he’s a real great guy, hence why you were just grinding yourself all over me with your tongue down my throat.”

A laugh that is too light all things considered, “Shut up.”

He listens. Your hands on his shoulders yanking him until he is against you once more, your mouth crashing into his. Your body was warm and soft, you were talking about this being better than you imagined but he was stuck with the same realisation, you were a good kisser, had amazing give and take and of course the mental aspect, you were in a relationship but ready and willing, touching him, kissing him, it had him aching in his jeans. He started to tug on the bottom of your top and you broke the kiss in a hurry to free yourself of the constraining material. The sight of you in your bottoms and the pretty lace framing you up top turns him on so much more.

It progresses quickly after that. You spread below him on your back, your tongue parting his lips allowing his into your mouth, an action he completes with a small groan his wandering hands choosing to settle, particularly one finding its home between your thighs and you arched into his touch with a hushed, “Fuck yes.”

He lets out a pleased hum, your hands work with his, removing the remaining clothing to give him better access and when there is the last layer between you and his touch he asks in a tone that is as humorous as it is sickeningly sweet, “Am I allowed to speak?”

A hurried nod as you squirm, his fingers brush over you more firmly and he says, “You’re fucking drenched. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone get this wet from just a little making out, how hard up for it are you?”

“Very.” Your breath hitches and he knows he’s found the right spot to focus on, fingers swirling over your straining clit through your damp panties. “Is he not doing what he should be?”

Your brain feels foggy, you are far more concerned with the sensation starting to wash over you, limbs feeling heavier, eyes half lidded and rocking your hips with the movement of his hand, “Who?”

He laughs, “Who? You already forgot all about him? That tells me everything I need to know that poor ol Meeks isn’t satisfying you.” Before any protest or defending of your boyfriend could leave your mouth he is tugging the crotch of your panties aside and feeling the bare heat of his fingers against you makes you gasp, head falling back against the arm of the couch.

You try to push out what you wanted to say, try to tell him, “I-I didn’t forget M’ just, ugh, distracted, you-you’re distracting.”

“Awe yeah, I’m a really big distraction, do I make it hard to think?” He asks as his fingers pick up the pace, pressing more firmly you moan and nod, “Yes! You do.”

“I could make it worse.” He teases and he moves quickly. Still shirtless, in just his jeans he is on his knees and tugging you further down the length of the couch, underwear half on, your legs over his shoulders his head dips down and his strong but soft tongue licking that first stripe over your clit has you crying out with an arch of your back.

He did make it worse. You couldn’t think properly as soon as the make out started, your mind was far too busy with him and the taste, feeling, the pleasure, it stole all logic and sense. With his lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, cradling your clit and sucking indulgently, pretty mouth latched on and tongue lathing over you between his lips, fingers digging into your hips and ass as he held you where he needed, you felt like you were threatening to fall apart in less than five fucking minutes.

Panting out his name, heels digging into his well toned back, fingers scrambling against the corduroy like material of the couch cushions as the feeling built, if he kept this up you’d be cumming against his talented tongue in about two more minutes. Thighs squeezing his head as well as your erratic breathing clues him into how close your end is and he pulls back, the wet strand of spit, the leash connecting his mouth and your clit breaks as he moves back, his fingers take over, messy circles drawn and you whine as the edge backs off from the change in pressure and technique, “How are you doing up there?”

His own voice sounded rough with arousal, the knowledge that he is into this, getting off on eating you out makes another wash of arousal soak into your brain, heart still pounding as you tell him, “Good, so good, please Mickey, keep going.”

“Keep going?” He asks, his head resting on your inner thigh as his fingers continue to dance over your pulsing clit, your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip, a nod as your eyebrows draw together, “Yeah, please? I was getting close, an-and your mouth is, fuck, amazing.”

He preens under the praise, “Oh is it?” He is playing dumb as his thumb comes down and he pulls your clitoral hood up, nerve dense tissue exposed and vulnerable, he blows gently and you shiver, body tensing, Christ, how were you so sensitive that even air passing through his lips felt this good?

“Ye-yeah, I wanna cum, please, please-” And he decided to tease you further still, he leaned in, tongue out and your eyes are wide, teeth tugging on your bottom lip, desperate to feel him again, for him to keep going, to push you over the edge. Less than an inch from contact he pulls back with a sigh, “I dunno-”

Your head tips back with a loud groan as you roll your eyes, “Fuuuuck, Mickey, c’mon, I’m dying over here!”

“Yeah? Does it hurt, yet?” He asks and you do notice a distinct ache along your swollen walls, a throbbing pain of denial in your clit steadily building and how awfully empty you feel at this moment.

“Starting to, yes.” You bite out and he says, “Maybe I should be nice and help you out.”

“Yes, please, please be nice to me.” You beg and with your head still back, staring up at the ceiling you are unprepared when he licks over you again, the yelp that leaves you makes him snicker before he says, “Sure, I’ll be nice, I’ll get you off.”

You ramble, babble out your thanks and his mouth is back where it should be, lips locked over your clit, licking, sucking, one of his hands sliding between your thighs and two fingers delve inside to aid further, you clench around them with a stuttered moan of his name. It takes about three minutes for you to be on the edge between him working your clit and his fingers fucking in and out of you, curling just so in and out again and again. “God, Mickey, don’t stop, don’t stop, M’ almost there-”

And then he does just that.

He stops, his fingers stay lodged inside of you, fingers pressed to that sweet spot he’d found with ease but no longer moving and you want to cry, you ask in completely frustration, “Mickey what the fuck?”

“I know, I know, I told you I’d help you out and M’ gonna, soon as you give me something.” You are looking down the length of your body to him between your spread thighs and are just about ready to agree to anything so long as he’d make you cum. “What is it?”

The grin on his face is positively wolfish, he licks again over your clit and you inhale sharply, “Nothing big.”

“No?” You ask and another lazy lick combined with a rock of his fingers he says, “No. I just want you to tell me I’m better than Randy is and I’ll make you cum your brains out.”

Your heart drops, you shake your head, for some reason, that wakes you up, makes the heat inside you cool, you feel like that is the line, that is too far, you say, “No, I-I can’t do that.”

He tsk’s, “Shit, guess you don’t want to cum that bad then.” He didn’t stop though. He didn’t pull away, far from it, he goes back to eating you out and fingering you he just kept fucking stopping before you could cum and he kept on posing that question, your juice painting his chin.

“You wanna admit it yet?” And you kept on telling him, “No-no, I-I don’t ha-have anything to admit.”

It made him laugh. He had two fingers three knuckles deep inside you, right now and felt your clit pulsing in pure frustrated need in his mouth less than two seconds ago but sure, you had nothing to admit. “I can feel how hot and worked up you are, how many times have I edged you already? You are a really, really bad fucking liar.”

“M’ not lying!” You attempt to assert but your voice wavers, “No? So I’m not better than Randy? He makes you sweat and tremble like this before he’s ever even made you cum once?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and refuse to meet his gaze. You want to thread your fingers in that stupid sexy messy hair and grind on his tongue until he makes you cum, not have this stupid battle of wills.

“Mmm, yeah that is why you aren’t able to look at me, because I am so far off base.” He sounds unbearably smug and he slides his fingers out of you and you almost break, you want to sob and plead for him to continue but he is sucking the mess that had coated his fingers and you again feel your mind going blank at the visual.

He is getting up and his erection pressed against the denim looks like it has to hurt, he was starting to undo his pants and said once he was standing at full height, “How about you return the favour though and see if your tune changes?”

That sounds way too appealing to you especially because you could pay him back with some torture of your own and torture you do. After taking in the sight of him bare, your mouth is practically watering, he looks frankly delicious and you intend to dine happily. Your hand locks around the base and you lean in, eyes staring up at his face as your tongue makes the first pass, intent on taking in his expression and how he reacts to the movement. It is positive to say the least, the slight inhale, the tensing of his muscles, and the small curse that spills out. Your tongue flicks over his flushed tip, tasting the ample pre-cum that he had been leaking, your lips close, a chaste kiss before you begin to move down one side of his shaft, he is impossibly hot and throbbing in your grip.

This is going to be too easy.

Is what you initially thought but you would also be very wrong, because even as you let him breach your mouth, even as you begin to suck and take more of him in, you don’t feel in control or empowered. You feel weaker and hotter, he made you feel so fucking good with seemingly such little effort that you being able to do the same, to pull such reactions out of him makes you want consider his previous offer more seriously.

You try to push those thoughts away as you blow him.

You gag yourself, choke on him and it makes him groan your name, his hips buck, he fucks in and out of your lips stretched around him and drool slips out, slides down your neck as you hold his hip with one hand, the other around the base of him still, hand working him in tandem with your mouth. You look up again, his eyes are still on you, on the length of him sliding between your slick lips, his neck and chest blooming red, flush from pleasure painted over his features as he pants and you squeeze your thighs together.

All in all you used your mouth on him for around five minutes before you break, pulling him out you ask, out of breath and needy, “Fuck me?”

Randy is coming inside after going to get himself some breakfast, it’s around ten AM, sun shining and he is carrying a stack of mail and thinking about giving you a call soon to make up for him bailing last night. The movie was a good time but he missed you, he didn’t do much after the movie, came back here and went to bed basically, he thinks you will probably be up soon. He is about to sit down on the couch when something catches his eye, namely, a tape half in half out of the VCR. He comes forward, he pulls the tape out and there are no markings whatsoever on it, odd.

He is curious enough that he thinks why not, he shrugs and pops the tape in, he walks back around the coffee table and is flipping through the mail again but what he hears gives him pause, makes him stop.

Hearing a very familiar modulated voice greeting him, “Hello Randy. Been a while. Seems like some stuff has changed for you, like the cute girlfriend, she’s new. I like what I have seen of her, how much I have seen of her, thought you’d be interested to see what she was up to last night that I managed to catch on video.”

And the voice over cuts out and instead he is hearing your voice, gasping out, “Mickey oh my fucking God-”

He pauses flipping through and looks up and what he sees playing out on the screen makes him gasp.

The video shows a well lit apartment, the main focus of the shot is a couch, the view is from the side and bent over the arm of the couch pointing at the lens is you, not a stitch of clothing on, fingers digging into blue fabric, open mouthed and moaning, with who the fuck else but Mickey Altieri behind you. He was fucking you and seemingly you were loving every second of it, your face twisted in bliss and rocking back onto him, “Yes, yes, yes-”

“Good?” He asked with a laugh and your head pitches forward, a shaky nod and you hum the affirmative, “Mmhm!”

“Yeah it is, fuck you’re tight.” His hand reaches out, he grabs your hair, wraps the handful around his fist and he tugs hard, you cry out and clench down on him making him suck his own teeth from the sharp jolt of pleasure, he is pulling your hair so your head snaps back up, making sure he is showing off your gorgeous expressions for the camera.

Little did you know that when he passed by the camera set on the counter earlier to grab his bootleg he turned it on, that it had been running this whole time. It didn’t take much to edit it, or to add the voice over or for him to sneak it into Randy’s apartment either, honestly it was too easy if anything.

Randy had dropped the mail and was slowly sitting down, he can’t stop watching as you rock yourself back, helping impale yourself on Mickey and moaning the whole way. His hand that wasn’t pulling your hair is sliding down and the cry that tears from your throat makes what he is doing obvious, fucking you doggy style and toying with your clit at the same time has you telling him in a few more thrusts, “Shit, oh, ohh Mickey, fuck, I-I’m close again, fuck-”

“You gonna give it up? You gonna say what we both know is true?” He prompts and you shake your head, “I-I cah-can’t, Mickey, just, let me cum, please-”

“Not till you say it.” His hand is out of your hair and laying a hard hit onto your ass that makes your back arch and finally you can’t take it any longer, your confession pours out, “You’re better than him okay?! Fuck, fuck! You’re so, so much better tha-than Randy, make me feel so good, he-he’s a joke next to you, God, don’t stop!”

“Oh there you go, see? Doesn’t being honest feel so, fucking, good?” Those last three words are bookended by a brutal thrust, another strong move of his fingers and finally you break, nodding along, agreeing as you cum chanting his name over and over like some broken and fucked up prayer, trembling the entire time as the pleasure tears through you and threatens to make you collapse.

“What the fuck…” Randy asks quietly as he continues to watch the scene unfold, watch as Mickey keeps railing you totally dumb and you agree with all the fucked up things he asks, drooling and telling him, “You’re so good, so much better, keep, ah, keep fucking me, please!”

“You think I’m able to stop now? Not a fucking chance.”

He can’t bring himself to turn it off. Even as you continue to insult him, even as Mickey makes you parrot back that Randy is quote, “A shit fuck-ing boyfriend who doesn’t deserve you.”

When you say it though it sounds a lot more broken and pathetic, "He-he's a shit fu-fuck-ing boyfriend who-who doesn't deserve meeee-"

Randy gets shamefully, embarrassingly, painfully hard as Mickey fucks you harder and harder, fucks you through another two more orgasms and a few more good position changes. Watching you ride him while he has a hand locked around your throat is hard to take, but the worst has to be when Mickey has his arms wrapped around you, fucking up into you and you are just trying to take it, legs shaking and too weak to do anything else but cling to and kiss him as he has you, as he holds you. That sloppy kiss is broken, your eyes squeezed shut as you are telling him for the fourth time since the tape started, “Mickey, I’m close again, God, yes!”

And not only do you cum, not only do you sob out his name as Mickey’s hard dick slips in and out of your well fucked hole, no, you end up squirting too, something Randy didn’t even know your body was capable of. Your moan bleeds, cracks at the edges and the man fucking you laughs, a blissed out joyful sound of disbelief, “Holy shit!”

The amount that comes out of you is impressive, he watches as the camera picks up the rivulets of liquid as they race down Mickey’s shaft and his sac and the quickly darkening stain under the pair of you as he doesn’t relent even for a moment. Mickey kisses you, deeply, sloppy and to add further insult to injury, after you are coming down from your orgasm, he breaks that same kiss he initiated and asked, “Randy ever make you squirt like that?”

And you laugh, eyes rolling back and a shake of your head as you breathlessly admit, dumb and cock drunk as you tell him, “No way, not once.”

The tape doesn’t even stop there, it goes on until Mickey is the one warning you minutes later of his impending orgasm and it is like you become possessed, your hands lock behind his neck, a burst of energy, motivated, you ride with abandon and Mickey doesn’t even have to ask, you are too far gone, you are the one who begs, “Cum inside, don’t pull out!”

He should get up.

He should turn off the tv.

He should take out the tape and smash it to bits but no, he does none of those things. He watches helplessly as Mickey’s hands grip your hips so hard Randy bet’s they will bruise as he holds deep and unloads inside of you. Mickey let out a groan of your name and you shiver and Randy is sure you can feel every pulse of him as he fills you.

The come down is sickeningly and stomach turningly intimate, he feels as if he is intruding on a private moment even though you are his girlfriend. He watches the kisses passed back and forth, the soft touches and he is about to wonder when the tape WILL finally cut when he hears that mocking voice of Ghostface again, “Pretty hot, huh? I think they make a good couple, what about you Meeks? You enjoy the sequel?”

And the screen goes black.

He sits there staring at the tv set for all of thirty seconds before he gets up and goes over. He doesn’t hesitate to hit rewind. He should talk to you, confront you about what happened, what this means, what you did but when the tape finishes rewinding he doesn’t do that.

He takes his original seat and frees himself from his pants and guilty enjoys the second of what is sure to be many viewings with his dick hard and hot in his palm.

#HOOOO BOY #HERE IT IS #Mickey Altieri X Reader #Ghostface x reader #BHF writing #Thank you again to Riri and Ace for all the assists!#I loved writing this so fucking much #Randy Meeks X Reader

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"...at the Chateau, we'll be alright."

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional inpso from Joe's college theater performance as in Spring Awakening.

Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst, angst, angst. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Hurt/comfort. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.

Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France. This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate. He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.

Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good. Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise. A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer. The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality. Yet.

Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants. Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical. A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet. Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.

Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.

But here, together at the chateau, you'll be alright.

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There was something about the way you twirled in your sundress that reminded Steve of the bible.

He wasn't religious, nor did he think any god truly loved or believed in him. But here, watching you exist in your garden of eden at the Chateau, the good book almost seemed real.

You resembled something otherworldly. Heavenly, sent straight from above. Innocent, yet wise. Kind, yet strong. Powerful and delicate at the same time. Your laugh was soft, feminine and pure. Your spirit was whole. Your smile blinded him with joy. Your beauty was divine, angelic and overwhelming. You were too much…and yet, you could never be enough.

But that wasn’t because you yourself weren’t enough. No, rather it was because Steve would never be able to get enough of you. He could never be close enough. He could never be near you enough. He could never tell you enough words that would accurately describe the way that you made him feel.

The word ‘enough’ simply did not apply when it boiled down to you.

And yet, as Steve swept you up into his arms — discarding his books and his education down onto the lawn, much more driven to study you — holding you felt like that was all that he would ever need for his life to be considered enough. The feeling of your waist in his grasp, his strong arms circling your petite torso as your hair flew in the wind of the circle he spun you in, felt like a tornado. A cyclone, sweeping you both off your feet so that it could take you far away from everything and everyone. You were this fragile flower in his hands, yet unbreakable. Real, but too good to be true. A true story, but a fairytale of the mind.

Jonathan saw you this way — but from a more niche, almost platonic point of view. It was just as codependent, yet approached with more independence and the ability to exist on his own two feet. He’d do whatever it took to keep you, no matter what the hell that took. And he knew that to some degree, a pretty scary degree, that he needed you too. But he was content with the need. Satisfied, at peace. Completely grounded, secure. Unlike Steve, who smiled out of fear and loved with his whole heart on the line. Because Byers knew how to be alone. He knew how to rely on himself, fill his own cup even when it was empty — which was all the time. Byers was the epitome of “I walk alone.” The human embodiment of solitude. He preferred your company, your grace and your presence. It made him better, and stronger — because he’d known prior how to operate without it.

Harrington didn’t. Harrington needed someone, all the time. As an only child, the loneliness had suffocated him in his big house with no parents. He’d had no one to shush the nightmares away, no one to hold him whenever the monsters felt near. No one to run to and trust with any secret that he had. No true friend who would listen to his most intrusive thoughts without casting him away. No girl that wanted him in the ways that he so desperately sought to be loved, not just lusted after. Until you came along, sheltering him from all his deepest and darkest fears, childhood traumas and the ever-looming possibility of rejection. He had been a threat to himself, and you put that threat to rest with just a soft brush of your lips against his knuckles and the touch of your tender hands.

Whereas with Byers, you made him feel seen but not disturbed. You allowed him to be present without needing to overcompensate. You granted him refuge, earning his trust with your actions instead of your words. He didn’t need your touch to calm him. Rather, he felt steadied by just knowing that you were here. You knew that touch was never a friend to Jonathan, which is why you never pushed yourself in. Instead, he found himself drawn to you. He didn’t recoil at the physical contact made between the two of you. A hug, a warm embrace that lingered just an extra second or two. A gentle squeeze of a hand as you shot him a wistful smile. The most feather-like of kisses pressed to his cheek to say hello, good morning, good evening or goodnight. It felt…nurturing. Assuring, fostering.

Out on the outstretched lawn in front of the Chateau, acreage upon acreage, Jonathan watched your hair gleam underneath the golden glow of the setting sun. He let the Marlboro in his mouth dangle between his teeth, the curriculum resting upon his lap as the scent of nicotine and fresh air filled his senses. The mixture of it was perfect for the scene laid out before him: Steve spinning you around, his white collared shirt unbuttoned just enough to wear his tie swung in the breeze as he continued swirling you around like a princess. And when he’d placed you back onto your feet, he peppered every single inch of your face with an obscene amount of stolen kisses as you giggled like the darling that you so effortlessly are. Jonathan felt his lips tug upwards at the corner, unable to help himself when it came to the two of you. His shoulder angel and shoulder devil.

He turned the page of his literature books, revealing his unfinished letter that he’d begun writing at lunch in response to his mother. Joyce had written to him, asking him to tell her everything about the summer. How was it in France? What was it like? Were the hosts kind, was he being polite towards them? What about you? Were the two of you getting along, as well as the other student?

Jonathan glanced up from his scribbled cursive, back at the two of you. Steve was cupping your cheek, placing a flower in your hair with his free hand before moving to cup your other cheek so that he was cradling your face. His perfect, sharp nose nuzzled to the tip of yours sweetly. Jonathan felt his heart swell as the two of you turned to look at him with pure love. Your arms stretched out towards him, along with Steve’s, beckoning him. Come play with us. He grinned at you both wholeheartedly, holding up a hand — which you both knew meant he would, just a little longer. You’d all learned each others’ love languages by now, along with how to communicate through gestures and expressions. Body language was all of your specialty, in a multitude of ways that no one else could ever possibly understand. Jonathan didn’t mind that. It was only meant for the three of you.

Flicking his cigarette, he glanced back down at the incomplete letter he was ready to finish writing for his mother. He took his pen, letting the ink spill onto the parchment. He'd already written down things earlier, telling her that your parents had taken them in as their own. He wrote about how much your father made him adore his studies in ways he never had before, and how he'd been inspired to help Steve study alongside him as an assistant tutor of sorts. He wrote to her about an Aperol spritz had somehow become the drink of the summer, using fresh citrus from the gardens of your estate, and how it made uncharacteristically sappy. How you and Steve made him that way too, even without the poison coursing through his veins.

Something about them makes me feel like I can, Mom. I keep asking myself if this all just a dream. Or maybe, it’s the past? Not sure. Either way, just thought I’d ask. Not because I am seeking the answer, from you or the universe. Rather, I’m simply existing and letting it all just happen. C’est la vie. I know…so very French. Perhaps I'm running a fever. A lovesick sort of fever.

Jonathan grinned down at his writing with wry amusement at himself. At his life.

He turned over his shoulder, glancing back at the majestic chateau behind him. Chateau Chalamet. Your childhood home. His new home, as of that summer…which was dwindling away, day by day. Every day that passed meant that he had less time. All of you were losing time. He sighed, resuming his writing.

I’ll turn back the time whenever this all ends. In my mind, this will always be a home away from home. Which is something I never thought I would say. I’m not really sure what my future holds. But it doesn’t really concern me at the moment. Now right now. Right now, I'm at the chateau and I feel alright. Love, Jonathan

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It’s been six years since the horror you experienced while camping with your friends just after college graduation. Six years since a maniac tore through the campground killing everyone they encountered and in the end only you and one other remained. You don’t remember what exactly happened towards the end, your therapist says that you blocked it all out, but when the authorities finally arrived they found you and your girlfriend barricaded in one of the small cabins half starved and huddled together to fight the cold.

It took years of therapy before you managed to finally put the worst of it behind you and move on. Unfortunately your girlfriend was not able to manage the same and was sent to a psychiatric hospital after she attempted to kill her neighbor. Since then you have not heard anything from her being blocked from seeing or speaking to her for both your sakes.

Now, six years later, you have moved to a small town hidden away deep in the mountains after acing the interview of a lifetime. Your new employer has big plans for the small town of Rock Gate and it is up to you as one of the new locations heads of staff to help see it through. For almost four years you have helped to oversee the massive expansion into the area, but it’s starting again. People are dying.

Overnight the town is cut off from the outside world, the murder rate skyrockets, and the town panics. Friends and neighbors turn on each other as they seek someone to blame. The residents see danger in every shadow and everything spirals out of control. While everyone around you panics, something inside you solidifies and you realize that you are not afraid, you have survived before, and you will again.

Play as a Cis or Trans woman, with full customization over your physical appearance, your wardrobe, which kind of vehicle you drive, and even what kind of weapon you use to survive.

Explore a town driven to darkness by a killer and try to survive the chaos.

Discover the supernatural world hidden beneath the skin of civilization as the madness drives its inhabitants from the shadows.

Find romance amidst the insanity with one of several ROs.

Learn the truth about what happened six years ago.

Fight, Kill, Survive

Jannie Smith | Your Ex 🚩 The only other survivor of the massacre six years ago, you haven’t seen Jannie in five years, not since she was locked away from the world after attempting to kill her neighbor during a flashback. So when she shows up in Rock Gate working as a barista it comes as the shock of a lifetime. Despite the time apart she seems to still be infatuated with you and you quickly learn that despite her pleasant exterior something much darker is lurking within her soul, something that may be your undoing. Appearance: Jannie is rather tall for a woman coming in at 6’5” and now has an athletic physique, whereas she was very lanky six years ago. Naturally dark blond she prefers to keep her waist length hair dyed a deep, almost blood red. Her green eyes always seem to twinkle when she sees you, but remain dead when she has to interact with others, and you only ever see her smile when you are close, her strangely long canines prominently visible when she does. Tropes: Second Chance, Bad Girl, I Have a Secret, Red Flag

Kory Kane | Your Boss Rigid, cold, and uncompromising, your boss is regarded with fear at best, and hatred at worst, by most of your co-workers. Kory never has a nice thing to say for a job well done, expecting every employee to simply do their job. She tends to keep her life outside of work private from everyone else but after a chance run-in with her outside of the bounds of your job you learn that she is a caring, if somewhat restrained individual. Appearance: Coming in at a diminutive 5’2” Kory is easily the shortest of your co-workers, which probably contributes to her workplace attitude. Her make-up is always perfect, her shoulder length salt and pepper hair is always immaculate and held in a tight bun when at work, and she always wears perfectly fitted suits on the job. Her beautiful hazel eyes rarely show any emotion but when she gets the chance to talk about her hobbies they seem to light up the room. Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Fucking the Boss, Forbidden Love

Devon Low | Your Co-worker The bane of your existence, your worst enemy, a never ending nightmare. Devon Low has been nothing but trouble for you since the new office opened. It seems like she hated you from the very moment you met and has done little to change that impression in the four years the site has been operating. Normally a sweet, good natured woman when interacting with everyone other than yourself her attitude turns completely frosty as soon as she notices you in the room. Appearance: With her curvy build, bright smile, and hip length pink hair Devon is the office darling. Her deep, ocean blue eyes seem to take in far more than others can see and she sometimes appears distracted by things you can not witness. Devon tends to wear more casual attire that hugs her 5’11” body and despite your bosses repeated attempts to have her appear more professional Devon has resisted every attempt. Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers, Opposites Attract, Childhood Sweethearts

Laura Kingston | Your Neighbor 🚩 Born and raised in Rock Gate, Laura has been your neighbor since you moved to town for work. From the moment she showed up at your door with a smile and freshly baked cookies the two of you have been the best of friends, spending nearly every free moment together. It’s not uncommon for one of you to simply walk into the other's home without knocking, or to pick the other up from work for lunch. You have yet to tell Laura about what happened to you six years ago but she has witnessed several of your issues with PTSD and has guessed that something happened, but has yet to ask. Appearance: Laura is one of the more unique people you know with her pin-up sense of style, odd eyes, tiny frame, and pointed ears. Standing at 5’7” Laura is always ready with a smile and a kind word to cheer you up. Her heterochromatic purple and blue eyes seem to be constantly twinkling with mischief from behind the fringe of her bright blue pin-up hairstyle. Laura has more tattoos and piercings than anyone else in town which sets her apart even more. Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Forbidden Romance, Paranormal Romance

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diorinhiseyes · 2 years

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“Keep Quiet!” – Vinnie Hacker x Reader

SUMMARY: When your friends want to play hide and seek at an abandoned hospital, your friends don’t have to convince you. Vinnie on the other hand is not as eager as you. However, you help him ease his nerves.

In other words: Sex in an abandoned hospital while you are playing hide and seek with your friends.

WARNINGS: smut ➔ unprotected sex, vaginal sex, some dirty talk, praise kink, cockblocking, cockwarming; language; mention of death; English is not my first language.

WORD COUNT: around 2,000.

“KEEP QUIET!”

You weren’t necessarily an easily scared girl. You loved horror movies and enjoyed playing horror games. So when one of your friends shot you a message asking if you want to explore some abandoned building, you were overjoyed, which couldn’t have been said about Vinnie.

“The others want to meet up,” you stated as you get up from his bed and strolled closer to his wardrobe, “at the old hospital.”

“That’s cool,” he hummed, his eyes still fixated on some TV show about cars. “Do you want me to take you?”

“Yeah,” you answered before fishing out a black t-shirt and threw it against his chest, “I mean you are invited too.”

“No thanks.” The words casually slipped from his lips as he cast a short glance at your features. A frown was sitting on your mouth.

“Please, Vinnie,” you begged before pressing a short kiss against his neck, slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. His breaths became heavier as he tried to hold back a moan. “It would mean a lot to me.”

“No, babe.” He wasn’t giving in, he learned his lesson the first time. “We were almost caught the last time... and fuck, I don’t wanna get possessed by some ghost.”

“Vin, you’re twenty. Are you really gonna be afraid of some spirits?” you asked with raised eyebrows, a teasing grin appearing on your face.

“Fuck you, I’m not afraid,” he huffed as he pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall against his heated skin. “But if I get possessed that’s on ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we go now?” you hurried him before grabbing your bag and his personal belongings.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I just need my license.”

“It’s right here.” You hold his wallet up, slightly shaking it. He gently grabbed and slipped it into his jeans’ pocket before turning to face you.

“Let’s leave then.”

𓆩♡𓆪 • 𓆩♡𓆪 • 𓆩♡𓆪

The gravel loudly crunched under your sneakers as you got closer to the old hospital. Your friends were already there, their figures illuminated by the dim light of the phone screens.

Vinnie’s hand was tightly hugging your waist as you kept walking at a steady pace. It was quiet, only the distant voices of your friends could be heard. The silence was eerie, and you were wondering if it was really as good an idea as you thought.

The phone’s vibration snapped you out of your mind. You quickly reached into your purse, your boyfriend’s fingers still grasping onto the thin fabric of your tee as you accepted the call.

“Are you coming or not, babes?” Laila’s high-pitched voice welcomed you from the other side.

“I’m already here,” you answered.

“Oh, that’s you and lover boy in the distance?” she playfully questioned, a short chuckle following her words.

“Yep.”

“Thank God, I was afraid that we have to run again.”

“Didn’t you say that there’s no security?” you asked, your voice filling with dread. Maybe Vinnie was right and hanging out in an abandoned building wasn’t the right idea.

“There isn’t,” she started, “but you can never know.”

Her answer didn’t ease your nerves.

“Anyway, see ya soon.”

“Yeah, bye.”

The line went silent before you locked your phone and slipped it back into your purse. Not long after the call, you reached your friends, earning a bunch of ‘hellos’ and ‘heys’.

“Can we go in now? I’m getting rather cold,” Laila asked impatiently as she rubbed her arms.

“I told you to wear a t-shirt, not a tank top,” her boyfriend reminded her as he glanced at her, slightly judging his girlfriend’s clothing choices.

“Whatever,” she murmured with a slight scoff on her lips. “Can we go in now?”

“Actually, what do you guys want to do inside?” Vinnie’s question came.

“I don’t know... play hide and seek, truth or dare or explore,” Vivian shrugged her shoulders.

“Vivian, we are not a bunch of fucking ten-years-old. We are not gonna play hide and seek,” Martin remarked. His twin sister’s cheeks heated up due to her brother’s scolding.

“Then let’s raise the risks. The first one to be found will have to spend an hour in the morgue...” Laila suggested.

“That’s not so bad,” Carl cut in.

“...without a phone and alone.”

“Yeah, no thank you,” Vinnie remarked and turned around, ready to leave. He wasn’t in the mood to hide in a creepy, abandoned hospital where hundreds of people could have died. It was the reason why it was shut down after all. There were too many suspicious deaths and missing patients who were never found until this day.

“Vin, please. We can hide together, can’t we?” you asked your friends, your eyes pleading them to say yes.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” One of the boys agreed.

“Fuck, alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Carl was the first one to step into the old building with his girlfriend beside him, and then the twins followed them, leaving you and Vinnie the last ones to get inside.

“So, are there any rules?” Your question softly echoed through the room.

“Seeker waits a minute before starts looking for the hiders. The basement is off hands,” Laila explained. “I’m not in the mood to go down into the morgue just yet.”

“Me neither... Who is gonna be the seeker?” Martin inquired.

“Me,” Vivian was quick to grasp onto the opportunity not to have to hide alone in a dusty room.

“Alright then. The one minute starts now.”

While the others mostly went in the same direction, you and your boyfriend made your way up to the second floor before finding a hiding place behind a hospital bed.

You slowly sat down, pulling Vinnie with you as you got more comfortable on the concreted floor.

“You okay?” you asked as you leaned against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to it.

“Yes, I’m just a little nervous,” he awkwardly chuckled as he played with his fingers.

“Well, I have a few ideas to help you ease your nerves,” you teased him as you grabbed the hem of your panties before pulling them down and tucking them into his jean’s pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” you mischievously asked, a sly grin making its way onto your lips.

“I’m not fucking you, babe. No way. What if somebody is watching us?”

“I thought you were into that... and it’s not like somebody is actually here.”

You straddled his thighs before you soft sucked on his neck, the sensitive skin turning red under your lips. A soft groan left his mouth as he grabbed onto your waist, his fingers gripping onto your flesh.

Your hands wandered to his pants before you pulled his zipper down, his white boxers peeking out from the dark fabric. Your digits sneaked inside and softly grabbed onto his shafts. You could feel his growing erection as you kept caressing it. Soft moans and whines left his lips as you rubbed against his thigh, your wetness damping the material.

“Fuck, babe. You are so fucking hot. Rubbing against me like a damn kitten. I wanna see you cum on my thigh.”

“I don’t think I can go on for that long without you fucking me,” you whispered into his ears before you took your shirt off and let it fall onto the concrete floor. “I want you to touch me.”

“Does my kitten want me to touch her?”

You only nodded which gave Vinnie the permission, he so desperately wanted.

His touch cooled down your heated skin as he played with your breasts. His hands gently kneaded the tissue, earning small cries from you.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, babe.”

Your nipples hardened with every stroke of his fingers.

“I want you inside me, Vinnie,” you whined as you pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. You lined yourself against his shaft and carefully descended down his length. Your arms found a resting place around his neck, steadying yourself in his lap.

A soft hiss left your lips as your walls stretched. The burning sensation slowly died down as Vinnie’s grip on your waist guided your movements.

“Fuck, Vinnie. You make me feel so fucking good,” you whined into his ear. A groan escaped from his throat at your needy sobs, his Adam’s apple slightly moving up and down. One of his hands sneaked down to your clit, his thumb gently drawing circles on it.

“You are so fucking hot when you are riding me, babe,” he hummed softly, his voice barely audible. “I lo –.”

His words died down as he felt your body tense. He knew you enough to know that it wasn’t because you were close to cum.

“Vivian is here,” you noted. He took a glance at the entrance as the flashlight peeked through the gap between the door and the wall. “What should we do?”

You were nervous. What if Vivian found you like this? Half naked while you were riding your boyfriend.

It was your idea to have sex, but fuck, you didn’t really think this through...

“Just keep quiet, alright?” he whispered, “It’s gonna be fine. She’ll leave...”

You did as Vinnie asked and kept quiet. However, once you heard Vivian’s footsteps close to your hiding stop, your body tensed once again and your pussy tightened around his dick. A low hiss left his lips at the sudden feeling.

“Stop moving, babe,” he winced before his hands grabbed onto your hips, keeping you in one place.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

Vivian was close to the door, you were sure of it. You didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when you could hear the creaking of the floor. You just hoped that your shadows weren’t going to betray you.

“Is somebody here?” Her high-pitched voice filled the room as she scanned her surroundings.

You were sure you were fucked, until a loud bang hit your and seemingly her ears. She quickly left the room in search of the source of the noise.

“Fuck, it was close,” Vinnie sighed as he caressed your cheeks, a tear meeting with his finger. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing,” you answered as you swept the salty drops away from your eyes. “I was just fucking nervous...”

“Well, it was your idea to fuck,” he reminded you cheekily.

“Yeah, turns out I don’t like the thrill of it as much as I thought I would,” you explained. “I’m sorry about it.”

“It’s fine. I actually liked it. It was quite hot,” he smiled at you.

“Could we stay like this? I don’t really feel like continuing it,” you confessed as you let your head fall against his chest.

“Yeah, sure.”

His hands hugged you around, pulling you even closer to his body. His heartbeat was like a lullaby to you, slowly lulling you to sleep. His fingers caressed your hair as his lips met your forehead from time to time.

“You feel so cozy around me,” he muttered, his hot breath sending pleasant shivers down your spine. “So warm. You fit me just perfect.”

The warmness that bloomed in your stomach, spread through your whole body. You were getting aroused again. His praises always had this effect on you. He knew what to say and how to say... he knew you way too well.

“And you feel so good inside me, Vinnie,” you moaned before kissing his lips. “Filling me all the way.”

“Fuck, babe, keep talking like that and I might just cum inside you.”

“Hmmm...”

The vibrating off your phone made you glance at your back, a frustrated sigh leaving your lungs. You reached for your bag and fished out your phone. You left Vinnie’s lap with a soft whine before accepting the call.

“Where are you, babe?” Laila’s voice rung out from the speakers.

“In the hospital?!” you answered slowly, not sure why she asked.

“Are you guys fucking?” she chuckled slyly. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realised that your friends were probably around her. “You freaky girl. Couldn’t wait for us to get here, huh?”

“No, what the fuck, no,” you quickly responded, only realising what she said seconds later, “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I don’t understand...”

“Did you guys just get here?” you questioned warily. This whole situation was getting freaky.

“Yeah, I mean it’s just still me and Carl... Vivian can’t come though, she got sick,” she explained.

Your head was spinning. You just fucking saw everybody an hour before, and now apparently, Vivian was sick at home.

“Laila, please, tell me you are lying to me,” you pleaded, hoping she would confess and say she was just fucking with you.

“I’m not lying, babe,” she claimed. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck, no, I’m not,” you cried out, “We came in together guys, we played hide and seek and Vivian was the seeker. You even call –, Laila, are you here? Laila?”

The line went silent and you dropped your phone back into your purse before standing up.

“We need to leave, Vinnie,” you uttered.

You quickly tug your shirt on while your boyfriend pulled his boxers and trousers on. Once you were both dressed, you grabbed his hand, leading him out of the cursed hospital room.

“What’s going on?” he asked as you descended the stars, your fingers still interwined.

“I don’t fucking know, but we need to leave,” you breathed out, the air slowly leaving your lungs. “Something’s not right.”

You hastily reached the door with Vinnie close in your heels. You turned the knob, yet it didn’t nugde. You tried it one more time, and still nothing, it was stuck.

“We are trapped, Vinnie.”

“Babe, Vinnie,” your friend’s words filled the hallway. You looked around, searching the hospital in the hazy moonlight when you caught a glimpse of her brown hair in the open window. “You can come out of here.”

You get to the window before Vinnie helped you out with Carl’s help. Your boyfriend followed your movements and finally left the creepy building.

“Are you guys okay? I tried to call you back, but it kept taking me to voicemail,” she started and stole a glance at your naked arms. “What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your body, it’s full of scratches and Vinnie’s too.”

What the fuck had just happen?

NOTE: this fic was inspired by an asmr, but fuck, I can’t find it. I totally forget the name of the YT channel. If I ever come across it, I will be sure to drop the link for you guys.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, please leave a comment or reblog it. Your support means a lot!

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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Halloween Series: Special

Words count : 3,5k

Pairing : Yandere!Yeonjun x female!Reader

Rate : 15+

Genre : Dark romance (?), Strangers to lovers.

Warning : SUGGESTIVE, mentions that reader is a female, Yeonjun is full of himself and delusional (?), harsh words, swearing, please let me know if I should mention anything that I should put as a warning.

synopsis:

Yeonjun is a famous playboy among his peers. He really wanted to make you fall in love with him to prove his friends that he was capable to steal your heart. You were sweet to him, but that doesn't make him a special guy. So it hurt his ego and he was determined to have you all to himself.

***

There was no single soul who didn't know how famous Choi Yeonjun is. He was good at sports and his academics. All of the teachers really saw him as all of the students' role in his school.

He was kind and nice to everyone. And also, he knew how to crack funny jokes. Everyone loved his presence.

But nobody is perfect, right? Yeonjun was an ace in his school, he was attractive and desirable. That's why he could play with anybody's feelings to his advantage.

He knew he could get what he wanted. Which could mean everything.

He wanted it, he got it.

That was until his friend asked him an easy challenge. For him. At least Yeonjun thought so, and his friends also thought that Yeonjun could do that.

"Make Y/n fall in love and confess to you."

"Well?" Yeonjun raised one of his brows, "that's it?"

"Yeah, she took advantage of me. I want you to serve what she deserves."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Why can't you serve it by yourself then?"

"You got that player title for a reason. Even though she was hard to get, I knew you could make her fall in love with you in less than a month."

The evident smirk now slowly faded on Yeonjun's face. He knew his friend was now trying to get him. His friends knew that he was taking pride in being loved easily by people.

"Well, what do I get from this?"

"This one?" His friend threw him a key. A cottage key in the exotic beach to be exact.

"Deal."

When Yeonjun suddenly came into your frame, you wouldn't be surprised at all.

He suddenly greeted you when you walked past him through the school gate all of sudden. All eyes now on you. Thanks to him for ruining another peaceful day.

You weren't popular in your school. But many students know who you are. You were actually quite active in the organization and loved by your juniors, because you always stood up for them when one of your seniors bullied them.

Yeonjun has been your classmate ever since your first grade. But now, as if you were in the spotlight, Yeonjun suddenly noticed you.

"I didn't know we were in the same class."

"I know, I just wonder why you suddenly greet me and even ask my chairmate to switch with you. Do you want something?"

"Yeah, your heart," he winked at you.

You scoffed, "Woah, calm down there Mister. My heart is mine, I'm not planning to give it to anyone yet."

"I'm sure I can wait for that," he laughed.

If you didn't know about his reputation of being a casanova, you might find out that his laugh was attractive. Maybe, you would confess to him the next day.

But thanked God, for giving you the ability to see through people's intention and connecting the dots. Aside from being a heartbreaker, you also knew that Yeonjun did revenge for his friends.

Last time you could remember, a guy named Wooyoung—one of Yeonjun's friends—suddenly approached you. He only wanted your connection so he could join your club. And he did.

But what cost? His ex came to you, paid you a big sum of money if you could sell his girlfriends information. Yeah, he had more than one girlfriend. So you did, and let all of his girlfriends give him a lesson.

You knew Wooyoung was the one who asked Yeonjun to seek revenge towards you. You weren't stupid.

So, you decided to have a little fun. Because Yeonjun seemed to make an effort in order to make you fall in love with him.

Every morning, you would find him in front of your house to pick you up at school. Then after school, he would bring you to his favorite cafe and sometimes to have some study dates too.

On weekends, he would ask you to hang out together. He would bring you to his favorite place, like an art museum, amusement park, his apartment, you name it. He even made a romantic dinner just for you as well.

You didn't mind him bringing you chocolate or your favorite dessert or some gifts at your school. Making all of the entire school assumed that both of you were dating each other.

"Y/n?"

When you walked at school's corridor with Yeonjun who had his hands on your waist, you suddenly stopped. You heard a familiar voice called your name.

And you were right. Right after you turned your body, you saw Choi Beomgyu—your old friend and also your old crush.

Well, you and him used to attend the same high school. He was your chairmate back then and you developed a crush on him since that happened.

Who wasn't he was the only one who saw you when everyone didn't. He really cared for you to the point he always asked you to join him for studying together with his friends.

And because of him, you managed to attend the college that you really wanted.

But after graduation, you lost contact with him. He was studying abroad.

"Beomgyu?" Your eyes widened as you gasped.

Nothing really changed about his features. He was still as ethereal as ever. His black hair that used to be short, now became longer with wolf cut style. He looked more mature and insanely attractive.

"I thought I called the wrong person," he chuckled before smiling warmly at you, "turned out I was wrong, looks like you have become—no, you've always been beautiful. But now you know how to look more beautiful. No wonder, you have a boyfriend now."

"A boyfriend?" You realized that Yeonjun's hand was still on your waist, you quickly freed yourself and walked towards Beomgyu.

"Nope, he's just one of my colleagues. Nothing special between him and I," you clarified.

Meanwhile, since your attention was fully on Beomgyu, Yeonjun didn't like the uncomfortable feelings inside his chest. The way you told Beomgyu that he wasn't special pinched his heart.

"Y/n, we have to go. Our class will start soon," Yeonjun poked his cheeks as he crossed his arms on his chest.

You rolled your eyes, "You go first, I still want to catch up with Beomgyu for a little bit."

"Fine!" He huffed before he left you and Beomgyu alone as he felt annoyed.

You didn't give a damn about about Yeonjun and decided to give your attention towards Beomgyu.

For you, men aren't worth it to be loved. But Choi Beomgyu was an exception.

Maybe those unsettling feelings that you left years ago are still there. You didn't really forget him. Especially your heart still longing for him.

"Why are you here? Don't get me wrong, I really like seeing you here now. But, aren't you studying abroad?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I had a project here. Also, my brother is working here. Just want to know about his workplace. Turns out he's working in a decent place," he answered, "but that's not the main reason why I came here. It's because I want to see you."

You blush like crazy because of his statement, "It's been a long time, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and I want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"You said that man isn't your boyfriend, so are you single or?"

"I've been single since birth," you answered without thinking.

"So I still have my chance now?"

You frowned at his sentence. Not that you didn't know about his obvious intention. You just didn't know how to respond when your crush likes you back. It was your first time. Heck! You even never got into a casual date with someone you genuinely liked.

Beomgyu laughed as he patted your head, "well, are you free after class?"

"I am, but why are you asking?"

"Nothing, just want to ask you for dinner," he grinned.

"Yes, of course."

"And I will pick you up after your class. Now, go to your class and stay pretty—no, forget it. You always look pretty in everything you do," he shuffled your hair before you left him.

Right after you entered your class, you saw Gaeul—your friend greeted you. She already saved your chair.

"The last time I checked, you act like a girl falling in love was years ago because of Beomgyu. And now, are you so desperate that you even fall in love with Yeonjun too? You know he is a jerk, right?"

"Who said I fell in love with Yeonjun? And how do you know I 'act like a girl falling in love'?

"Simple, because you look stupid," she answered without thinking, "but wait, if it's not Yeonjun, then who?"

"I've met Beomgyu earlier," you said with the brightest smile on your face.

Gaeul gasped, "No fucking way."

"Yes way, young lady. And you better help me too," you said as you were biting your lips nervously.

"What for?" Gaeul arched one of her eyebrows.

"Since he asked me for dinner tonight," you whispered.

But you were too excited to notice that someone probably heard what you said.

All of the things he did, Yeonjun never felt this angry before. He was sure that you would fall for his charm in a week when he treated you as a special girl. He gave it all for you and would do anything for you.

But yet, he never got any special treatment from you. He even saw with his own eyes when you greeted that "ordinary" guy. Yeonjun knew that guy was actually less of him. Yet, he saw how you slip those hair behind your ears, how red your cheeks and ears. Then you smile shyly but genuine at the same time.

He never saw you like that when you talked to another, even to himself. Being with you made Yeonjun realize that he observed too much about you. He cared too much for your well-being to the point he no longer didn't care about the prize anymore.

He wanted you. All for himself. You have to be his, and not anyone else. If he couldn't have you, then he would rather see you dead than with somebody else other than him.

***

"Hey Y/n," Yeonjun walked towards you while you were still packing your things inside your bag before you got out of the class.

Your classmate eyed you for a while before you nodded at her and gave her signal to leave you alone with Yeonjun.

Now that you were alone with him, Yeonjun smiled at you, "So, caffe date as usual?"

"Hmm, yeah. And I want to go somewhere, I think I need your help for something too," you said.

Yeonjun's smile couldn't get wider than this as he felt his chest swell because of his pride. You need him. It really fed his ego right now.

"Anything for you baby," Yeonjun said as he patted your head before he placed his hand on your waist as his way to claim you and to show others that you were his.

Different from what Yeonjun's thought, you started to enjoy Yeonjun's company. Despite that Wooyoung asked him to approach you, you could consider him as a good friend.

Yeah, he was fun to be around with. He was cool with everything. He was really smart too and also great with helping you study. No wonder almost everyone fell for him.

Yes, "almost everyone".

Except you, of course. Someone permanently held captive your heart since your high school. And now that you have a chance, you're not gonna let go of that chance easily.

After "the study date" session you had with Yeonjun, more like a study session for you and meanwhile for Yeonjun was still a study date, now you asked Yeonjun to bring you to a cloth store.

"Why do you want to go here?" Yeonjun asked.

"Well, I want to go buy something that might need your opinion since you're a guy and have a really good taste in everything. So the point is, I need your help," you are seriously staring at Yeonjun.

"If you thought I would help you because you just complimented me earlier, well it works. Let's go," Yeonjun got out of his car and opened his car's door for you as if you're a princess.

His princess.

"Thank you, Jun."

The way you called him made the whole butterfly inside his stomach. And it didn't seem to bother Yeonjun at all. No, he liked it.

You entered the store and met some workers that already knew you. Well, you have often gone to this place before. Even the workers treated you as if you were their friends.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a long time. Did you come here with Beomgyu? Gosh you changed so much, I wonder if Beomgyu would change a lot like you or not. Oh wait, did you two are dating now? Because I already knew that both of you had a thing for each other," Hoseok—the owner of the shop greeted you like an old friend.

"Hi Hoseok," you chuckled, "no, I'm with my friend."

"Your friend?" Hoseok frowned when he saw Yeonjun walking behind you and didn't hesitate to place his hand on your waist.

If you thought he was fine, no you were wrong. The fact that you only consider him as a friend? He was pissed, to the point his grip on your waist became more tighter than usual.

Your eyebrows arched as you snapped at Yeonjun, "Yeonjun?"

Of course you were uncomfortable because of him. But you tried to hide it, you didn't want to make Hoseok worried over something small. Even though you clearly felt that something was off from Yeonjun.

"Hmm?" Yeonjun looked at you as his grip loosened up.

The uneasiness came easily inside you from the way Yeonjun stared at you. It was like he was dead inside and there was someone else instead.

"This is Hoseok, he is my old friend and the owner of this shop. Hoseok, this is my classmate, Yeonjun."

"Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you," Hoseok awkwardly smiled.

Yeonjun stared at Hoseok with his blank face and didn't say anything other than nodded.

You decided not to overthink what you just felt earlier. Maybe you were too tired to the point you started to imagine things.

So you started to choose some dresses that you wanted to buy and some guys clothes.

"Jun!" You called Yeonjun when he was busy with his phone.

But when his nickname you gave rolled from your tongue, he immediately had all his attention on you. He quickly scooted to you.

"What is it?"

"What do you think if someone buys this shirt for you," you showed Yeonjun that guy's shirt towards Yeonjun.

Is she going to give me a present? How cute.

Yeonjun chuckled.

You frowned, "What? My pick isn't literally terrible, you know."

A pout appeared on your face. Yeonjun couldn't help as his hand now reached the top of your head before he messed with your hair.

"Jun!" You ripped his hand from your head by slapped it.

"Sorry babe, it's bad. Actually it is quite the opposite, you clearly have a taste."

Your eyes directly glared at Yeonjun, you couldn't believe him. Maybe he tried to mess with you again. Who knows?

"No, really. If I receive a gift like this, I will be over the moon. Especially if it's from the girl I like—no, I mean the girl I love. Literally going to confess to her right at the moment," he said confidently as he saw that rose cheeks of yours.

Aw—now you're shy. How cute! It must be because of him, wasn't it?

No, you were imagining Beomgyu's reaction when he received a welcoming gift from you. He must be just like what Yeonjun said, and even confessed his feelings for you.

"Hoseok, I want to buy this," you said to Hoseok.

"Oh hey, I actually had a new design for a dress. I think you should have it," he said as he showed a flowery dress that actually looked beautiful.

You were stunned, "It's beautiful."

"I know, a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, you know?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"Oh Hoseok, I really want this dress, but I don't have much money. But can you keep it? I'm going to buy this after I save up money this month."

"Oh forget it, you don't have to pay. think of this as my welcoming gift for you, and I know what you did girl," he winked at you, "you should wear this, Beomgyu might go crazy over you when he see you in that dress."

"Wa-wait, for real?"

"Yeah, but you have to tell me first when both of you are official."

"Sure!"

"Oh my God! Hoseok, thank you so much!" You happily hugged Hoseok.

***

"Here is the key," Wooyoung threw a key towards Yeonjun who was fond of his phone right now. His eyes were literally attached towards whatever it was inside his phone.

"What are you watching?" San—one of his friends scooted over as he tried to peek, but Yeonjun immediately locked his phone.

"Mind your business," he said as he put himself inside his pocket.

San scoffed, "What's wrong with him?"

Wooyoung shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know. All I care about is now I'm happy."

"Happy because Yeonjun rejected that girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and now she is sick because she can't keep up with the reality that Yeonjun is only playing with her feelings," Wooyoung smiled happily.

"Well, you win."

On the other side, Yeonjun heard his friends' conversation. His smirk was visible on his face.

What his friends didn't know was, everything was twisted. And so he was.

Yeonjun took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It showed a video of your unconsciously slept on his bed from his real-time cctv inside his mansion. Too tired from crying.

Your tears were still visible on your face as he still remembered how you cried beautifully, wanting to get your freedom.

But no, of course he couldn't do that. You were his and would be forever his.

So he walked to towards his car and drove to his mansion as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see you as fast as possible.

He really missed you.

And he knew that you also missed him.

If not now, than he was sure in the future you would miss him just like what he felt right now.

You just needed time.

As he arrived at the mansion, he immediately walked inside his bedroom and kissed your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened when you felt something soft touched your lips. Oh, how gross it was. You wish you could wiped that kiss from your mouth.

Vibrant with your reaction, Yeonjun was actually quite the opposite. Those red and glassy eyes glaring at him looked so beautiful for him.

"Hi sleeping beauty, so you have a nice dream, huh?" He chuckled before he kissed you again, but this time was longer than before. Even the tongue involved.

He smiled when he saw that red and swollen lips of your still connected to his by the saliva.

"You gorgeous thing, how can I not notice someone gorgeous like you from the start?" he whispered, but you didn't answered anything other than a few tears came out from your eyes.

"Such a Goddess," he murmured as he licked your tears, "The medicine still didn't wear off yet. So I called the doctor to put an IV on you."

You silently cried. Your tears kept coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, this is just for a while until you behave, okay. You can't do anything on your own now, because you need me. You will always need me."

That fucking bastard.

After you bought Beomgyu a gift, you were supposed to go home with Yeonjun. Even your best friend already waited at your home.

But instead, Yeonjun drugged you by putting something inside your drink that made you fainted. He kept you at his house and confessed that he loves you for a while now.

Of course you rejected him and asked him to free you away. But instead of freed you, he put a syringe inside you with whatever substances inside of it that you actually didn't like it.

You lost your consciousness after that.

That's wrong of you if you thought that substance inside that syringe only made you unconscious. Other than that, your whole body was paralyzed. You even couldn't talk!

And that bastard literally took advantage of it.

"Sweetheart," Yeonjun's sickening voice made you snap back at the shitty reality, "before the doctor came, how about shower? You looked dirty, I will definitely help you to take a shower."

You only stared at him who looked at you as he grinned widely.

"Let me take your clothes off, yeah? Don't worry, you don't have to be shy. I already see everything," he kissed your neck as he slowly removed your clothes from your body, "I promise, I'll be gentle with you."

- end

#tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun #yandere txt #kpop yandere #yeonjun x reader #imagines #kpop imagines #yandere yeonjun #yandere kpop #yandere au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween

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Sartan

Still from Return of Ultraman accessed at the Ultraman Wiki here

[I am coming to the Ultra franchise pretty much cold, and am watching it in isolation from its fandom except for my girlfriend @abominationimperatrix. One of the things that I gather from her is that the monsters that stand out to me from these series are rarely fandom favorites. Like, I'm not planning on statting up Black King or Gudon or Twintail from Return of Ultraman... but this ratty anthro Snuffleupagus was immediately on my list. Part of that is how grody and gross he looks. Part of it is he has an interesting power set, one that led to my conception of the flavor text. It seems that Tsubaraya Studios thought the idea of a ninja elephant was worth exploring long before it was a joke on RPG.net about D&D 3.0's skill system]

Sartan CR 17 CE Monstrous Humanoid This creature is as tall as a building. Its features are lumpy and misshapen, with bulging eyes and sparse, bristly hair growing from its head. It has a long, elephant-like trunk, clawed hands, and a short tail.

A sartan is an interplanetary thrill killer. They travel from world to world, using their powers of invisibility to spy on people and learn who their heroes are. They then seek these heroes out and kill them for no reason other than to challenge their abilities and to cause other people emotional suffering. Sartans are cruel and enjoy collateral damage in these assassination attempts. Some powerful entities attempt to hire sartans to work for them as assassins, but sartans care little for money. Only if a target interests them, or if the employer resorts to charm spells, will they take on one of these jobs.

A sartan usually only enters combat if it suits them, whether because they have found their target, they want to lure that target into the open, or if they just feel like committing some cruelty for fun. Their supernatural abilities are mostly defensive—a sartan is invisible unless it chooses to appear, or is actively locked in combat. They can become incorporeal, which they often do in order to have mundane weapons pass right through them. When it comes to actual violence, however, sartans do it the old-fashioned way, by getting their claws bloody or grabbing a foe with their trunks and squeezing it to death. Sartans value their own hides too strongly to fight to the death. They will usually attempt to flee a losing battle, but may come back for a rematch on their own terms.

Sartan CR 17 XP 102,400 CE Colossal monstrous humanoid Init +13; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +24, scent, see invisibility

Defense AC 32, touch 12, flat-footed 32 (-8 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +20 natural) hp 261 (18d10+162) Fort +15, Ref +20, Will +14 DR 15/magic; Resist electricity 20, fire 20 Defensive Abilities evasion, ghost form, natural invisibility, uncanny dodge

Offense Speed 60 ft. Melee 2 claws +23 (2d8+13/19-20), slam +23 (4d6+13 plus grab) Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft. Special Attacks constrict (4d6+19), leap attack, strangle, studied target (+4, swift action, up to 4 targets) Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +22 Constant—comprehend languages, see invisibility 1/day—find the path

Statistics Str 36, Dex 28, Con 29, Int 11, Wis 17, Cha 18 Base Atk +18; CMB +39 (+43 grapple and sunder); CMD 59 (61 vs. sunder) Feats Dodge, Greater Sunder, Improved Critical (claw), Improved Initiative, Improved Sunder, Mobility, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Stealth), Spring Attack Skills Acrobatics +27 (+39 when jumping), Perception +24, Stealth +28, Survival +24; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth Languages Aklo SQ meteoric starflight

Ecology Environment any land Organization solitary Treasure standard

Special Abilities Ghost Form (Su) A sartan can become incorporeal as a swift action. In this form, it loses its natural armor but gains a deflection bonus to Armor Class and CMD equal to its Charisma modifier. It cannot make attacks in this form, but does gain a fly speed equal to twice its land speed with perfect maneuverability. It can resume corporeality as a free action. A sartan can remain incorporeal for a number of minutes up to its Hit Dice in a day. Leap Attack (Su) As a full round action, a sartan can launch itself an impossible distance, traveling up to 1000 feet in a single bound. This movement can be vertical or horizontal, and the sartan lands on its feet unharmed regardless of the height it travels. It can make a single melee attack against an opponent in its reach during any part of this movement. A sartan can use this ability once every 1d4 rounds. Meteoric Starflight (Su) Over the course of 1 minute, a sartan can turn itself into a Medium sized hovering rock-like object, then blast itself into space. In this meteoric form, it has hardness 8, can make no attacks, and requires no food, water or air. In this form, it can fly at a speed of 300 ft. with perfect maneuverability, and can survive in the void of outer space and fly with incredible speed. Although exact travel times vary, a trip within a single solar system should take 3d20 hours, while a trip beyond should take 3d20 days (or more, at the GM’s discretion)—provided the sartan knows the way to its destination. Natural Invisibility (Su) A sartan can become invisible or visible as a move action. Its invisibility is broken when it attacks. Strangle (Ex) Due to its enormous size, a sartan can only strangle when it is grappling an opponent of Huge or larger size. Studied Target (Ex) A sartan gains the studied target ability of a slayer with a level equal to its Hit Dice. It does not gain other slayer class abilities, such as sneak attack or slayer talents, unless it takes levels in the slayer class.

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nellasbookplanet · 10 months

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Book recs: vampires

Listen, vampires are a classic for a reason, but they have also been done to death (pardon the pun) to the point that finding books that are creative with the premise can be a bit of a slog through tired old tropes. Hopefully this rec list can be to a bit of help for all vampire fans out there wanting something fresh!

For details on the books, continue under the readmore

Previous rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding

Really cool sci-fi worldbuilding

Dark sapphic romances

Mermaid books

Sci-fi vampires:

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

Octavia Butler my beloved, literally you cannot go wrong with one of her books. Fledgling follows what at first seems to be a ten-year-old amnesiac girl, who finds out she is in fact a decades old vampire on the run from others of her kind. The vampires here are a separate species from human, not supernatural, and are as a whole very fascinating and unsettling. Come in prepared for fucked up power dynamics.

Blindsight by Peter Watts

Vampires and aliens and questions of the nature of consciousnesses, oh my. Not a vampire novel so much as a scifi novel about aliens in which there also happens to be vampires (one of which is captain of a spaceship sent to explore an alien ship just entering the solar system). Another example of vampires as an entire separate species, but more horror focused than Fledgling. No, seriously, this book will fuck you up, highly recommend if you're okay with a lot of techno babble and existential horror.

Peeps (Peeps duology) by Scott Westerfeld

Young adult. Vampirism as a sexually transmitted parasite that turns most people into bloodthirsty monsters. Cal is an asymptomatic carrier working to find other infected before they hurt people, including his own former girlfriends. But there is something else lurking in the dark, an ancient enemy of the vampire parasite...

Post apocalypse vampires:

The Hallowed Ones (The Hallowed Ones duology) by Laura Bickle

Young adult. Katie is an Amish girl eagerly awaiting her rumspringa, when she gets to try out the outside world. But before she has the chance, something happens to the Outside; a nearby town is wiped out, and something evil stalks the night. To protect their community, the Amish elders decide that no one can leave and no one can enter the sacred ground that makes up their home. That is, until Katie finds an injured young man and decides to help him.

The Company of Death by Elisa Hansen

Wild mix of genres, where a zombie apocalypse has struck and vampires gather up humans to keep their food source from going extinct, a robot travels across America with a young man she's tasked to keep safe, and former-vampire-hunter-recent-zombie Emily teams up with Death himself to stop the apocalypse. Features bi and ace characters! Bonus rec: the author also runs the youtube channel Maven of the Eventide, where she talks about various vampire media. Check it out!

The Immortal Rules (Blood of Eden trilogy) by Julie Kagawa

Young adult. Another zombie apocalypse (well; feral vampires) scenario in which vampires gather humans up to keep their food safe. Allison Sekemoto hates vampires, but when she ends up on the brink of death and is offered a way out, she has no choice but to take it. Hunted by a mad vampire and forced to flee the relative safety of her city, Allie must enter the post-apocalyptic outside world and team up with the free humans roaming there, seeking a cure for the undead plague that ravages the world.

Urban fantasy vampires:

Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Queen of fucked up gothic horror, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, comes for vampires in this gritty novel following Domingo, a garbage collecting street kid in a Mexico City where vampires walk the streets. His life gets turned upside down when he meets Atl, a vampire descendant of Aztec blood drinkers who’s on the run and needs all the help she can get.

Sunshine by Robin McKinnley

Urban fantasy on a level of its own, where dangerous magic exists alongside humans. It keeps you guessing and much is left unexplained; if you want clear answers and explanations to everything you might be disappointed, but if you want a world that feels mysterious and dangerous and lived in you'll probably like it. It follows a baker who, after getting kidnapped by vampires, gets embroiled in a dangerous struggle and has to team up with one of them to survive. The vampires here are really inhuman and unsettling.

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black

Young adult. After vampirism swept the land, special Coldtowns were built to quarantine anyone bitten, whether they have turned or not. After having survived a massacre at a party in which her ex-boyfriend got bit, Tana sets out with him and mysterious vampire to reach the nearest Coldtown, not knowing if she’ll ever be able to leave it again.

Modern vampires:

Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

Swedish literary novel set in the 1980s. Follows twelve-year-old Oskar, a troubled and bullied boy who befriends his new neighbor, Eli. But there’s something strange about Eli, such as her only coming out at night. Also available as two separate movie adaptations (I highly recommend the Swedish original; the American remake is perfectly adequate standard horror fare, the original is a masterpiece).

Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda

Literary novel following Lydia, who’s grown up as a vampire under the thumb of her mother, who’s been obsessed with self-hate over their existence as blood drinkers. Finally on her own for the first time in her life, Lydia moves to London hoping to make it as an artist. But surviving alone as a vampire is harder than expected. Slow and fairly light on plot, but utterly captivating.

Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde

Young adult. After Kerry saves a young man from three attackers who claim he's a vampire, she's drawn into a dangerous game and forced to work with a manipulative vampire. Pre-cursor to the modern ya vampire genre, Companions of the Night utilizes many of the same tropes but in very different ways, making it a unique experience.

Historical and fantasy vampires:

A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson

Dracula inspired novella, following Constanta, who’s turned from a medieval peasant to an undead bride. As time passes the relationship between Dracula and Constanta grows all the more strained and potentially dangerous. Teaming up with his two other consorts, she seeks to unravel her husband's secrets. Sapphic and polyamorous.

The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez

Having escaped from slavery in the 1850s, young Gilda is taken in by a vampire, and eventually finds herself turned as well. Consists of a series of novellas following Gilda throughout the centuries, from the past to the present to the future. It’s also sapphic!

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

In a world where the rich drink blood to preserve their health, Marion applies to a position as bloodmaid in a notorious noble house far from home. Suddenly showered with luxuries and debauchery, Marion soon gains the interest and favor of Lisavet, countess of the house. A fresh take on the idea of vampires and deliciously dark sapphic romance.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

The Hunger by Whitley Strieber

Ancient vampire is on the hunt for a new partner, none of which tend to last long.

My Soul to Keep (African Immortals series) by Tananarive Due

I keep seeing this one described as a vampire book, and once stumbled on the description "almost a vampire book" and listen by now I'm simply curious to see what it's about.

Team Human by Justine Larbelestier & Sarah Rees Brennan

Young adult. As far as I can tell, a satire on typical ya vampire romances.

The Madness Season by C.S. Friedman

*chanting* vampires in space vampires iN SPACE

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl

Young adult, sapphic. Three vampire girls turned and abandoned by the same vampire get together to stop him from turning yet another girl.

The Balance of Fates by Raquel Raelynn

Young adult, sapphic. A girl enters a competition against vampires and werewolves, complicated by her feelings for one of her vampire competitors.

#hello new critrole followers! i sometimes write book recs!#vampires #book recs #nella talks books #portal fantasies next time!#might be longer than a week tho #there are a couple of books i want to check out first to see if they qualify #(just gave up about nora roberts the awakening; it does NOT qualify)

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deliciousangelfestival · 6 months

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Frosty Affection request - The first time Bucky had to ask Y/N for help.

Please, thank you and feel free to take your time on this!

-Zombie

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Frosty Affection || Drabble 2

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The first time Bucky asked Y/N for help: Because of the education he got since childhood, Bucky is an ace in academics and sports. With his good looks and his brain, he's a perfect guy.

But God is fair; He didn't make Bucky perfect in everything.

Bucky is clueless about art.

Whenever there's an assignment to make a slide presentation, he always gets harsh comments from the Professor. The professor said, "Your material is good, Bucky, but the design looks dead."

As a perfectionist, it doesn't sit well with Bucky.

The frustration grew until he decided to seek help from an unexpected source—his girlfriend, Y/N. She's creative and also part of the photography club at the university. (Before she got together with Bucky, she took a picture of him in secret. 😉)

One evening, Bucky approached Y/N with his laptop, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Y/N, I need your help with this presentation. I can't seem to get the design right, and it's driving me crazy."

Y/N, who was always supportive, chuckled at his admission. "Don't worry, Bucky. Art is my domain. Let me take a look."

As they sat, Bucky explained his ideas while Y/N navigated the design world with finesse. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, a dance of creativity and logic. Bucky found himself fascinated by the transformation on the screen and how Y/N's eyes lit up when discussing artistic elements.

"You see, Bucky," Y/N explained, "it's not just about the information; it's about how you present it. Let the design complement your brilliant ideas."

In the next class, a rare smile broke across the professor's face as the professor reviewed Bucky's improved presentation. "Barnes, this is a significant improvement. Well done."

With a newfound appreciation for the artistry Y/N brought into his life, Bucky shot a grateful glance her way. It wasn't just about the perfect score; it was about sharing a part of his vulnerability with someone he trusted.

The second time he asked for help from Y/N: Bucky grew up in a household where affection wasn't explicitly expressed among siblings, yet he deeply cared for each of them, especially his younger brother Nicholas.

This time, faced with selecting a birthday present for Nicholas, Bucky sought Y/N's assistance.

"I want to get him something he'd really like, but I have no clue where to start."

Y/N, with a warm smile, reassured him, "Don't worry, Bucky. We'll figure it out together. What does Nicholas enjoy? Any hobbies or favorite things?"

Their conversation unfolded into a delightful exploration of Nicholas's preferences. Y/N suggested a few thoughtful gift ideas, and together, they settled on something that combined fun and practicality.

With Y/N's guidance, Bucky confidently selected the birthday present, and as they wrapped it together, he couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N's knack for thoughtful gestures.

On the day of Nicholas's birthday, both Bucky and Y/N attended the celebration. Nicholas, beaming with joy, couldn't contain his excitement when he saw his sister Y/N, who participated in the party and brought a special gift just for him.

Bucky, with his present in hand, approached Nicholas.

The nervous anticipation lingered until Nicholas, in a surprisingly mature gesture, pulled Bucky closer and whispered, "I knew sister Y/N helped you. Nonetheless, thank you, brother."

With those words, Nicholas embraced Bucky, creating a touching moment between the two brothers.

Seeing Nicholas' joy made Bucky realize how the gift, with Y/N's help, had strengthened their bond.

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MERA 🙏🙏 I NEED TO KNOW WHO U THINK IN TWST IS A VIRGIN AND WHOS NOT

Virgin - Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Jack, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, Neige

Not a virgin - Cater, Leona, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Rook, Lilia, Che'nya

As for my reasonings:

Riddle, Azul, Idia, Malleus, Rollo - do you truly think these losers (affectionate title) are reaching the bed any time soon? You hold their hand once and they are ascending.

Deuce, Trey, Jack, Kalim, Silver, Neige - they're waiting for that special someone to lose their virginity with.

Jamil & Sebek - too busy with their work (looking after Kalim and looking after Malleus) to think about losing their virginity (i.e. getting laid is not their top priority).

Vil - he is not going to tarnish his fame and image just because he wants to get his dick wet. That, and he has more important things to focus on (i.e. his modeling and acting careers and his academics).

Ace & Epel - currently in a competition to see who can lose their virginity first. Ace has done other stuff with his girlfriend (mostly making out and lots of wandering hands, but he's never had sex before. Despite this, he still brags that he was close to getting laid to everyone in his friend group. he was not close at all).

Cater & Ruggie - Cater has most definitely hooked up and had one-night stands before; either that or if you count e-sex as losing your virginity (e-virginity?). Ruggie will fold himself into any position so long as there's money to be earned.

Jade, Floyd, Rook - you cannot tell me they do not fuck. It's in a mer's instincts to breed and seek out mates. The twins have definitely experimented with their fair share of partners in the Coral Sea, though nearly all were just quick flings, and nothing was ever permanent or deeply emotional. And Rook is just Rook. If he isn't releasing pent-up energy during his hunts, he is 100% fucking. <3 but he will still view himself as a virgin because he wants to lose it with his true love. There is beauty in all types of sex, no matter how loveless it may seem, so to Rook even carnal lust is something beautiful. If you ask if he's fucked, he'll just smile deceptively and say something cryptic about how he's a hunter who has honed his experience and technique (yes, he has fucked. many times).

Lilia - with great, ancient age comes a lot of experience. Where do you think all of his pent-up energy went before he became a dedicated father? :) that, and having traveled a lot he has seen many sights (both in and out of the bedroom). Besides, even a war general needed to have his fun back then.

Leona - he has probably fucked some servants before because they're accessible but also so that he won't be trapped in an arranged marriage. Leona's logic is that you can't stick him in a marriage where he's supposed to be loyal if he's fucking servants. :)

Che'nya - cats get around.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

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theworldofotps · 11 months

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Memories (Sequel to Tomorrow)

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 849 Description: Y/n looks back on her relationship with Damian and reflects on the life they had. Warning: Toxi relationship, arguing, cheating accusations

Part One Thank you to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for some of the details and your help with grammar, she’s truly a gift to me and I don’t know what I’d do without her. _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsmunsonx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ It’s been four months.

Last night was the first time she’d seen Damian in four months, after he had slipped out of her place in the early hours of the morning and never looked back. He’d been with friends at a local club where she’d gone with some girlfriends after work. Her eyes had followed him throughout the night, lifting her hand in a slight wave when he nodded in her direction. Y/n managed to turn her attention back to her friends and before she knew it she’d lost him in the crowd.

It was for the best she knew but Y/n couldn’t help but still hurt. She had loved Damian more than anyone. These last four months she did her best to try and get over him. For the most part Y/n had managed to do just that, of course she still thought about him often. Wondering how he was and what he was doing, she couldn’t help herself.

After getting home Y/n showered then laid in bed just tossing and turning as her sleep was once again plagued with dreams of him. Now sat on the train heading to the next city for work since she couldn’t be bothered to drive. Y/n stared out the window thinking.

The beginning of their relationship had been beautiful, full of fun and passion. Just like the sun shining on the green fields that the train sped past Y/n’s life with Damian had felt warm and perfect. Like the grass couldn’t be greener anywhere else.

Y/n giggled softly as she slipped around the tree stalking her boyfriend. Damian had spent the last ten minutes trying to find her in their game of hide and seek. He’d been calling her name and trying to find her with no luck. Waiting until he was by the pool y/n ran over pushing him in the pool laughing as he came up spitting water.

“I win I win!”

She cheered laughing as he pushed the hair from his face. Damian chuckled in amusement as he swam towards the edge.

“Yeah yeah now help me out.”

Reaching down she took Damian’s hand screaming as he pulled her into the water with him. Coughing and sputtering when she arrived at the surface, y/n wiped her eyes.

“That was mean.”

“You started it mi amor.”

Damian smirked as he pulled her into his chest, Y/n wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“I couldn’t help it though it was too perfect not to.”

She hummed softly as his hands cupped her ass.

“Yeah it was good now since you won the game, how about your reward?”

He smirked as he pressed her back against the side of the pool, Y/n but her lip as she pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Sure they’d had occasional spats here and there that was to be expected. However, she knew that sometimes even those things and people that seem to be the best thing for us could also turn out to be the most awful. They were both jealous, especially when he was away on the road so much. At first it wasn’t a big deal, but then things took a turn.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you y/n there is nothing going on between us! I got a ride with her and Dom that was it, she’s more familia to me than anything else.”

“Oh please I’m not stupid Damian! I’ve seen the way she looks at you.” “How does she look at me?”

“The same way I fucking do!”

Y/n snapped as she paced their living room, this was the third fight they’d had in the last two weeks. She was convinced that Carter was trying to fuck her over and take Damian. She couldn’t stand it especially since she couldn’t drop everything to go on tour with him.

“¡Estás loca! You’re getting paranoid over a friend, you should be able to trust me! I thought that was an important part of our relationship.”

“I do trust you, it's those whores I don’t trust.”

That was the first night they called it quits. They were split for about a month before they came back together again. And the cycle repeated. Everything was going well for a couple months then something would happen, and they would split again. It went that way for almost three years before Damian finally said enough was enough.

He packed his stuff up while she was at work one day, left her a note to call him and he ended it. There were a few times they’d crawl back to each other for a night of passion but this time it seemed like they were really done.

Y/n stared out the train window as the landscape suddenly seemed to turn bleak and miserable. Sort of like the way she was feeling; it was hard not having Damian in her life in any way or form. But she knew that this was needed this was the only way to keep them from destroying each other.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest fanfiction

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Holiday Fics Sneak Peek

I'm working on a bunch of holiday fics, so I'd give a little sneak peek. It's too late for a Sunday Six, but rules are for breaking! 😊

🌟Art credits: Top row and first photo on the bottom row - @/artbyainna (IG), second two on the bottom row @rosefuckinggenius 🌟

Open Heart - Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, Jess x Casey Crimes of Passion - Trystan x Carolina Wake the Dead - Eli x Zoe

Casey & Jessica

Casey watched as her girlfriend furtively gnawed on her pen from across the room. The tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree atop her kitchen table not providing the cover Jess had hoped for.

“Babe,” Casey called out, but Jess was far too lost in thought to hear.

Before the week ended, she needed to ace three exams and pack for their Christmas getaway. While that sort of pressure would get to most people, Jessica Philips wasn’t most people; Casey knew there had to be more on her mind. Crossing the room, she placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate before her girlfriend, then whisked a strand of her long red hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Are you going to tell me? Or do I need to tickle it out of you?”

Tobias & Casey

“Casey!” Tobias yelled from the end of the hallway, his arms flailing wildly to get his wife’s attention. “Case!”

The smile on her face broadened as she raced toward him. “You’ve got a spot!” she beamed.

“I do! We have never used this spot in hide and seek... not once! Are they all down for naps?”

“They are! I figure we have at least twenty minutes before one of them wakes up.”

“Then you better get moving.”

Tobias & Casey 2

“Can you believe this,” Casey beamed as she pulled a sweater over the giggling little girl on her lap. “A holiday Christmas card... a family holiday Christmas card!”

“Are you disappointed?” Tobias asked with a sarcastic grin.

“Nope. But sometimes, I’m still shocked. How did we end up here?”

With an exaggerated sigh, he took Samantha from Casey’s lap. “I guess I’ll have to explain it to you, Mrs. Carrick.”

Ethan & Kaycee

“Kaycee, I don’t know why you subjected yourself to this,” Jackie griped. “Why didn’t you just come with Ramsey? He has a car, and you wouldn’t have to worry about the run-in factor with us here.”

“I’d have to worry about a different run-in factor,” Kaycee reminded. “Remember, we’re trying to keep the fact that we’re dating lowkey until I finish my residency. Something about us strolling through the mall together Christmas shopping might tip some people off.”

“Yeah, especially with that doe-eyed look you get on your face when he’s around,” Sienna teased.

“And he has that slightly less disgusted with the world look on his,” Elijah added. “I see Kaycee’s point. A dead giveaway.”

Ethan & Kaycee 2

An hour earlier, and she wouldn’t have heard the bells chime when the door opened. But things had settled down; most people were already home with family and friends, precisely where she wanted to be. She turned around with a huff, but the look of annoyance evaporated from the pretty brunette’s face when she saw who entered.

“Well, well, well,” she sang. “What brings you in?”

The steely look Ethan shot would have terrified most, but she merely smiled.

“Shopping... of course.”

“Nothing like last minute,” she mocked.

“Yeah, well... I had no intention of being here.”

Trystan & Carolina

Trystan put the car in park. A spot right in front of Carolina’s apartment? On the streets of New York City? It was clearly it was a Christmas Eve miracle. He turned to Carolina, who had been much quieter than usual on the ride home.

“Hey,” he said, tenderly brushing her moonlit cheek. “Are you sure you’re OK with this? Staying in, just the two of us? It’s not too late for us to go to....”

“No,” Carolina interrupted, reaching to take his hand in hers. “A quiet night together... just you and me... that’s exactly what I want.”

Eli & Zoe

Eli opened the door quietly, unsure if Zoe was still asleep. Seeing the darkened room, he believed she was, so he gingerly placed the plate of cookies he managed to sneak away from Troy on top of an end table. While the sound was nearly inaudible, it was still enough to make her stir.

"Eli," she said groggily. "Why are you up here?"

Lifting the covers, he slid next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her.

"Because you're up here."

"But it's the winter celebration! You love this."

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#choices fanfic #open heart #crimes of passion #wake the dead #tobias carrick #ethan ramsey #trystan thorne #eli sipes #playchoices #tobias x casey #ethan x kaycee #casey x jess #trystan x carolina #eli x zoe #holiday fics #holiday fic sneak peek

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A Little Closer (Captain Rex x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: minors DNI, frank discussions of sex but nothing more, some chaste kissing, reader is sex-repulsed aroace, angst in regards to Order 66 (I'm sorry okay! This was getting long and I didn't know how to also make it an Everyone Lives AU also)

A/N: I wrote these headcanons for clones with ace partners and basically now I want to write at least one fic for each clone with a partner who is somewhere on the aroace spectrum. (I’m taking requests if you have any.) Ultimately the relationship in this one is going to be a queerplatonic partnership with I love yous. There is some reverse comfort. No use of reader's pronouns.

I would be remiss if I didn't say thank you @starrrgazingbunny! Your reblog and comments on those headcanons helped shape the relationship in this story.

You sat near 79’s and wanted to cry. All you could think about were those many nights with the 501st boys, laughing, eating, dancing, and sharing stories. You didn’t jump on the dance floor immediately, but it was hard to be shy when Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse all shuffled you toward the center of the room. They had no shame in their dance moves and brought out more of your fun side. You smiled to yourself as you thought of all the times you talked and took their mind off the war. You remember the night someone had pulled the fire alarm and you were all kicked out. You invited the boys home to hang out for a little while. Rex chuckled watching Tup, Dogma, Kix, Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase all try to sit on your couch followed by Hardcase insisting there was room for everyone as long as you, Rex, and Echo sat on their laps. There was not, in fact, any more room and your poor sofa creaked beneath them. You just grinned and got some extra chairs out and moved the table so everyone could sit somewhere. No one seemed to mind it being a little crowded.

It was the same night that the boys were discussing their futures. Not so much about the war, but Hardcase had met a woman he loved and disappeared to her every day he could when they were on Coruscant. Jesse was in the process of getting to know someone and Dogma had a date lined up. They had never been prepared for social relationships outside of the GAR, nevermind romantic relationships. They quickly turned to you for advice, as a nat-born.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said. “I’m aroace and will never have sex.” Each man tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows slightly, mulling over this statement. You took the time to explain the spectrum of sexual and romantic attraction and that, yes, you still liked people and platonic relationships. You even thought about having a committed relationship sometimes, but hadn’t found the right person for that. You carefully waded into the topic of lost loves and unspoken wishes when you knew a friend would only remain a friend. You told them you dreamed more about building a home and sharing a life with someone, but that didn’t have to include the things romantic movies seemed to covet.

“Are those things not important regardless of how you feel about sex, or even romance?” The question came from Rex, who up until now, had been practically silent. You looked into his eyes, and felt a spark of hope. It was quickly interrupted by a well-meaning Hardcase.

“Yeah, I love more than sex. I feel a connection when I’m with my girlfriend. She understands me. We spend time doing more than making out and getting naked.”

“Thank you for that information,” Tup said, rolling his eyes.

You smiled, getting his meaning. “I think that strong, long-lasting relationships are built on closeness and understanding. There are some people out there who have no interest in getting close to someone on an emotional level and only want the physical, sure. I think it’s pretty normal to figure out what you want and seek that out.”

“People tend to want to be understood and care for each other,” Rex added quietly. The men all nodded their heads and you couldn’t help but find a smile tugging on the corner of your mouth.

You didn’t tell the boys some things. Like how you were sometimes up front about being sex-repulsed because you knew it would weed out some people. It felt like a shield against future pain. You knew not everyone would understand and you didn’t want to waste your time, but that night you felt like they were doing their best to understand.

You now felt a pang thinking back to that night. All those men figuring themselves out in the way that nat-borns normally had years to do. They grew up too fast to fight a war, but they had the same basic needs and desires as anyone. Now that the Empire was in power, so much had changed. You didn’t know where they all were, but you missed each one of them. You especially missed Rex. That night had been one filled with hope for you. Hope that someone would understand what you wanted in a relationship and not demand you sacrifice your body and wishes for their own needs. Now you were really alone, trying to figure out how to function with so much changed.

Your old job with the GAR had been terminated and you were left to trade parts and barter your skills as a mechanic. It was in the process of trading parts that you met the Martez sisters. One night you found yourself on their platform, agreeing to help fix a ship for a friend of theirs while they were off on a job. You weren’t given a name or anything, just a description that included blonde hair and a more thorough description of the ship. They neglected to tell you that he was a clone. The ship landed and you stepped toward it as the door opened to reveal a familiar face.

“Rex?” You dropped the tool in your hand and tears came to your eyes. He was dressed more like a civilian, but that face was unmistakable.

His breath was nearly knocked out of him as he quickly covered the short space between you and pulled you into his arms.

“It’s so, so good to see you,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I wanted to find you. Find someone. After everything I couldn’t come back to the barracks. I couldn’t…” His voice was barely a whisper and he pulled you in for another hug.

As you worked on his ship, he helped, handing you tools and filling you in on what happened. You thought of Hardcase, Tup, and Fives gone. You mourned for them during the war. Now Jesse. Rex didn’t know what happened to Dogma or Kix, but at least Echo was okay. He sat, staring forward, and tears streamed down his face. You stopped your work and sat next to him, pulling him close while he cried into your shoulder.

As he quieted he apologized. “I’m so sorry. I think of them every day.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Rex. I miss them. I missed you. I never thought I’d see you again.”

That day changed your life. You did everything you could to help Rex and the network of clones. When more were rescued, you were ready with food and clean clothes. You fixed ships and saved credits. Eventually, you started going on missions that weren’t so much on the dangerous side as the practical side. Helping rescued clones start new lives in a handful of places that were as far away from the Empire as possible, expanding the network. You helped Rex find several places to lay low and a few escape routes through the galaxy. While you had offered to come on all the missions, he insisted he didn’t want you put in the way of more danger, but then one day, Rex and Gregor barely made it back. You and Wolffe were waiting after a supply run and were both practically tearing your hair out.

“What happened?!” You both shouted once the door to the shuttle opened. Gregor explained that there had been some mechanical trouble, lost comms, and they had to jump around that part of the galaxy for a while to find someone to assist.

“It was beyond our expertise,” Rex added.

You rolled your eyes. “If only you knew someone who was a mechanic,” you replied.

“It’s too dangerous,” Rex insisted.

“I chose this, Rex.” You looked between him, Wolffe, and Gregor. “Now I know Gregor and Wolffe have told me that they would appreciate the help, but you keep saying ‘no.’ Why? I’m with you. I want to do this!”

Gregor and Wolffe froze in place and silently looked between each other and Rex. Rex just rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I don’t want you getting hurt,” he admitted.

“Then help me with my blaster aim.”

He couldn’t help but grin at that. Joining the boys consistently changed a lot of things. You became better on your feet in sticky situations and since you weren’t a clone, you blended into certain scenarios much easier. It was an advantage.�� You also got to know the boys much better. Knowing someone you worked with and becoming friends that way was one thing. Living on a ship with them, sometimes for months at a time, was another. While you had become closer to all three of them, you started to feel something for Rex that couldn’t quite be put into words. It was some form of love, but you didn’t know what to make of it.

One evening Gregor and Wolffe turned in early so they could get some sleep before their watch. You stayed sitting by the campfire with Rex. You felt some discomfort from him, but waited as he formed his thoughts. Your heart dropped at the thought he might have noticed you acting a bit differently around him. Were you acting different? You couldn’t quite tell. You tried to play it cool, but that didn’t always work out. You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How do I put this?” You waited until he continued. “Many rotations ago, a few cycles ago now, we were at your place with some of the boys talking about relationships and you said you don’t feel romantic love or want to be, umm, intimate. Is that still true?”

“Wha?” The partially-formed word left your lips before you could stop it. You weren’t expecting him to be so forward. “Yeah. Yeah I still feel that way.”

Rex continued. “But you do feel love. I mean, you show us all love in some form. And I was just wondering if you… if it’s okay that I love you.”

“If it’s okay that you love me? Of course it’s okay,” you answered, much to his relief.

“I just don’t know how to go about some of these things,” he said, “But I feel such love for you. Love unlike any I’ve known. I don’t know what to call it and in many ways I don’t care.”

“I do love you,” you told him. “I am happiest with you, even on the worst days when everything breaks down. I am most content with you. My footing is solid when you’re with me.”

Rex scooted a little closer to you. “How can I show you how I feel? What do we call this?”

You shrugged at the last part. “Let’s figure it out together. Maybe we could start with this.” You held out your hand to take his and he gladly intertwined his fingers with yours. He wanted to kiss you, but asked first. You didn’t want to say no, but simply said, “Give me time.” He nodded and instead rested his forehead on yours. That felt pretty perfect.

It took time to figure out what did and didn’t work for you. You always enjoyed the idea of cuddling and started there. You invited him into your bed, first for afternoon cuddles and then to sleep. You were both asleep almost instantly once you found a comfortable position in each other's arms. You started spending time snuggling against each other and one day while sitting in the cockpit he gently started to pull you onto his lap.

“This okay,” he asked.

You nodded and sat. You rested your forehead to his and put an arm around his shoulders, whispering “I love you.”

When your ship was barely worth anything for scarp, you sold it, and were surprised to find Rex already knew what ship you’d get next. It wasn’t new, but it was still in excellent condition. When you moved your belongings inside you found that there were only three bunks, but he then showed you how a fourth extended out from the wall, giving the two of you more room in bed together.

“I love this,” you said. “Is that the only reason you picked this ship?”

He grinned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, not the only reason. There’s also more storage space.”

You looked into his deep brown eyes. He had put so much thought into it just to make sure you were comfortable and not squished too badly between him and the wall. You realized that this was the nicest bed he’d probably ever slept in and your heart danced thinking about how you’d be the one sharing it with him.

When it came time to turn in, you found Wolffe and Gregor laying in the bed, hands behind their heads, looking up at you.

“What are you two doing?”

“Who says you and Rex get this bed,” Gregor playfully asked.

“Maybe we’d like to stretch out a bit sometimes,” Wolffe added.

“Well, finish your stretching and get going because I need to snuggle with my partner.”

They both looked at you with raised eyebrows. You hadn’t put a name to the relationship before, but your heart sang at the word. Partner. Rex was your partner and that made you very happy. When he came to bed, Rex found you laying under the covers reading a holonovel. The lights were low and he felt calm as he got in next to you.

“Partner, eh,” he asked with a soft smile. You nodded with a shy smile, not realizing he overheard.

“I like that,” he said. “Feels pretty perfect.”

He laid down and opened his arms up for you. You smiled as he pulled you. You buried your face in his neck and gave him a little squeeze.

“I love you, Rex.”

“I love you too.” You both fell asleep feeling at total peace.

Life would not always be easy. Certainly hiding from the Empire was hard enough, but then there was dealing with the psychological aftermath of the war. On the eve of Empire Day, you woke up to Rex shaking in his sleep. His mumbles got louder and you shook him, whispering his name to wake him. When he woke up, his eyes searched yours in a frenzy as tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked lost and utterly devastated. You knew he was dreaming about his chip activation. You don’t know what came over you, but you kissed his forehead and caressed his face, wiping his tears away. You’d never kissed before, but it was the best way you could express that everything was okay now, you were here with him, you loved him, and he didn’t have to be afraid. The emotions overwhelmed him and he sobbed for a little while as you cradled him in your arms.

“It’s okay now,” you said quietly. “You’re here with me and I’m not going anywhere.”

As he calmed down he looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you too?”

“Yes,” you said. “I’m sorry I took so long to come around to it.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry for knowing what you need,” he replied.

“Maybe not on the lips,” you asked.

“I know. How about your beautiful cheeks?”

You nodded. Rex cupped your face and kissed each cheek. He nuzzled his nose against yours ever so gently. Your body felt a little stiff, taking in the new sensation, but it was wonderful and you soon melted into his arms again.

“I like that,” you admitted.

“So do I.”

The next morning you woke up before Rex and while usually you’d get up and ready for the day, you decided to stay in bed with him. As if he could sense you making this decision, he held you a little closer. You smiled to yourself. When you both eventually got up, you found Wolffe and Gregor around a fire, making a late breakfast. You joined them, you sat right next to Rex, arm against arm as you ate. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he instinctively put his head on yours. It was the best place in the galaxy and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

#captain rex x reader #captain rex x gn reader #captain rex x aroace reader #captain rex x ace reader #captain rex fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #reader insert #rex anon

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