#stay behind me and I will protect you from those bad bitches

[k-martins]

New Nobara & Megumi Illustration added in Shibuya Arc Anime Ending

[haeryna]

the purest shade of white ↪ okkotsu yuuta x reader ⸙͎｡˚⋆ 𓋼

summary: yuuta looks almost like an angel, you think to yourself grimly, as you shift on the balls of your feet. you haven't seen your best friend in a couple years now, not since he left for africa. too bad he's attempting to kill the kouhai that you're trying to protect.

tw: manga spoilers! anime watchers, do not read. mild angst but happy ending. starts at the beginning of ch. 139. naoya zenin is here and he is his classic asshole self. reader is in the same grade as yuuta, both in age and in terms of cursed energy. swearing because reader is a bad bitch. mildly suggestive. unironic use of "senpai" and "kouhai." slight descriptions of blood and injury, everyone is subjected to the author's attempts at writing dialogue and fight scenes. not proofread but at this point that shouldn't be a surprise. it is blatantly obvious that the writer also does not know how to end stories

notes: thank you for 100 new friends! :) poll is technically still up but i'm impatient and yuuta was winning by a pretty decent margin so here it is lol. divider by @/saradika-graphics!

"Yuuji!" you yelp, slicing the head off a curse with a clean stroke of your katana. Purple ichor splatters to the ground as you whirl, searching for the familiar head of pink hair. "Stay close to me!"

Behind you, Choso grunts with exertion, sending out another bolt of Piercing Blood. Panting, you weave through the curses, letting their corpses fall behind you. Yuuji, where is Yuuji?

As the last body falls, you can't but let out an exasperated huff at the sheepish grin on Yuuji's face. "Don't scare me like that," you chide. "How am I supposed to protect you if I can't even find you?" Yuuji opens his mouth to protest but you shake your head. "I made a promise," you tell him, pain rippling through your heart dully. Gojo-sensei was long gone, stolen away by one of the people he had loved most in the world. Grimacing, you sheathe your katana, mindful of the blood that stains your palms, as you try to ignore the memory of his words all those months ago.

If anything happens, I need you to protect Itadori Yuuji. I know they're going to pull something on him once I'm not there to back him up.

"Senpai, what should-"

Yuuji immediately tenses as your hand flies to the grip of your katana. "I smell a rat," you mutter, nose wrinkling as you turn to face Naoya Zenin, standing atop a bridge. He bares his teeth at you in semblance of a smile. "How perceptive as always," he mocks.

"Cut the bullshit," you snap, hand still resting on the pommel. "What do you want?"

"Fushiguro Megumi," is his rather bland response, and you shift your feet into the opening steps of Flowing River.

"What do you want with Fushiguro?" Yuuji yells, and the way Naoya's face twists makes you want to vomit.

"I think I'll have him die."

Cursed energy fills your body as you leap. Naoya's resounding cackle burns through your ears as you swing, barely grazing his shoulder. Before you can push forward off your feet, a heavy presence rests on your shoulders, locking you in place. All four of you freeze. Yuuji and Choso look horrified, and Naoya looks as though he's broken out into a cold sweat. But you know this feeling, feel it settle back into your body as if it never left.

Okkotsu Yuuta steps out from the building ledge, dark eyes unreadable. Your body sings. Yuuta, Yuuta, Yuuta! His hair has grown longer, bangs sweeping over his forehead, eyebags a little darker than they used to be. You can feel Rika's presence, swirling around you in a mass of death and decay. You're used to it. You've grown to crave it, even. His eyes meet yours, and for a split second, his facade cracks. Confusion, fear, and...regret?

Yuuta leaps, slamming into concrete and sending shockwaves deep into your bones. "Who's with Itadori?" God, even his voice is different, so different from the boy who said goodbye to you so long ago. You open your mouth to speak, but Choso beats you to it, brows furrowed.

"So you're Yuuji's executioner."

Blood turns to ice in your veins, and you can tell by the pained expression Yuuta has that you aren't hiding your emotions as well as you think you are. Naoya laughs. "I was going to tell you that, but you were being too emotional like the bitch you are."

"Who're you?"

Yuuta's voice is cold, but as Naoya babbles on, you can feel the horror settle thickly into your chest. Choso and Yuuji are talking behind you but it feels like you're underwater, you're sinking, drowning, and Yuuta must have come to a conclusion because all of a sudden he's surging forward-

You move before you can even think, steel clashing against steel. "Yuuji," you say, through gritted teeth. "Run."

A horrible grating noise fills the air as you let cursed energy flow through your body, shoving Yuuta's sword away from yourself. "I won't let you kill him," you hiss, body already shifting into Jagged Bolt. Yuuta's eyes flash as you surge forward, katana in hand.

"How would you describe my cursed technique?" you had asked Gojo, mindlessly swinging your feet. Gojo hums.

"Have you ever heard of Newton's Law's of Motion?"

You had crinkled your nose at that. "No?"

"An object in motion, stays in motion. Except you are the object. And your cursed energy is the motion." You remember how Gojo's lips curved slightly. "In other words, once you start, nobody can stop you."

You're crying, you realize with a start, as you cut a line into Yuuta's chest. Moisture seeps from your eyes as you twist your forearm into a parry, katanas sparking with each strike. Belatedly, you sense that Yuuji, your foolish, stupid, loyal kouhai has stayed, trading strikes with his fists between the precise movements of your blade. Your heart drops as Yuuta reaches for the ring on his finger.

No. No!

He twists it, and Rika appears behind you. Claws sink into your shoulder and you let out a cry of pain as she flips you into the ground.

"Be nice, Rika," Yuuta chides, as you hit the concrete. Blood spurts from your mouth as you choke, fingers clawing at the ground desperately for your katana. A piece of scaffolding is practically crushing your legs; instinctively, you know that if you try to break through it, you'll tear your limbs right off.

As Rika holds Yuuji up, you lunge desperately, uncaring of what you have to sacrifice. Inumaki's arm, the way half of Nobara's face had been practically ripped out of her skull, the remains of Nanami-san, the way that you were the one to find Maki's charred body-

I can't lose anyone else.

You scream as Yuuta pierces Yuuji's chest with his katana, cursed energy building in your legs as you prepare to shoot forward. Yuuta turns, eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion as he sees you about to tear yourself in half just to reach Yuuji.

With a wave of his hand, Rika dives for you, and everything goes dark.

Yuuta had known you were special from the day he'd first met you. That spring, when Gojo-sensei had dropped him (and Rika) into a class of unsuspecting first years, he remembers that out of the four of them, you had moved so gracefully that he hadn't processed the katana in your hand until you'd pressed it against your throat.

"Gojo-sensei," you'd hissed. "What is this?"

While Maki, Inumaki, and Panda had been subsequently bruised up by Rika, you had dodged every single one of her movements until Rika had been (barely) called back by Yuuta.

"Another Special Grade," Gojo had hummed. "Just like you, hm?"

Special Grade?

What he hadn't realized then, he realized later; you weren't just special to him, but to the entire rest of the Jujutsu World as well. Special Grade Sorcerers were rare, Maki had told him. "You only have it because of Rika," she'd scoffed, "but she deserves it."

You quickly became one of his closest friends. You were fast enough to dodge Rika's ire, even laughing whenever she tried. You'd shown Yuuta kindness that he didn't think he deserved. You broke him out of his shell enough so that when he left for Africa, he felt as though he was standing with his own strength. His first katana had been the sister blade of your own, forged from the same metal by the same hands. The way your eyes had lit up when you saw it was a memory he cherished.

Somberly, Yuuta eyes the chains encasing your wrists and ankles, each decorated with the slips of protective paper that would nullify your cursed energy. Most sorcerers required only one. You required at least twenty.

He knows you, knows the way you always take the strawberry daifuku, leaving him the red bean ones even though he knows you prefer the red bean. He knows that you push yourself hard, harder than he's ever seen anyone work. But most of all, he knows your loyalty, how once your heart finally lets someone in, you'll never let them go.

Did you miss him like he missed you?

The chains are more for your own protection. He needs you to hear him out before you attempt to end his life for a second time. Yuuta knows now that Gojo must have asked you the same thing he'd asked him; to keep Itadori Yuji safe from the whims of the higher ups. Gojo, being the forgetful bastard he was, probably didn't alert you to the fact that he'd gone to Yuuta for help as well. Crouching, Yuuta eyes your body with a sad tilt of his lips. The injuries you'd sustained were immense, and it had taken quite a bit of his own cursed energy to reverse.

Will you forgive him?

You're asleep, breath hitching every so often. Yuuta wonders what you're dreaming of, before pushing the thought away. Tenderly, he cups your face in the palm of his hand, calloused fingers stroking your cheek.

"You need to wake up now," he murmurs, as your eyes flutter open, first in dazed confusion, before sharpening into panic.

"I'll miss you!" you'd cried, as you clung to Yuuta under the shade of the large oak. You were the first person he had told about his departure to Africa, and you took it hard. Yuuta had stood frozen as the first of your tears had dripped down your cheeks. It was the first time he'd seen you cry.

"I'll be back before you know it," he'd murmured, pressing a featherlight kiss to the top of your head. You'd looked up to him, eyes teary.

"Promise?"

"I promise," he'd said, interlocking his pinky with your own. A love like Yuuta's is a dangerous thing, you know, but in this moment you feel nothing but safe.

The first sensation you feel upon awakening is the dull ache in your (miraculously still attached) legs. The second is the warmth on your cheek. Yuuta is standing above you, hand gently resting against your face. Immediately you lunge forward, teeth bared. The rattle of chains stops you, and you swear. Of course he would have taken precautions. Yuuta looks almost hurt as you violently shake off his touch.

"Don't touch me, I swear to god I'm going to rip you apart."

Yuuta says your name sadly, but you're practically trembling with rage.

"He was just a kid, with the kind of power we wield, why the fuck would you listen to the higher ups?"

Yuuta echoes your name a bit more firmly, but you ignore him, tears building in your eyes.

"You're no better than the rest of them are you, you're just-"

"Senpai!"

Your heart stops as Yuuji pokes his head out from around the corner. They must have brought you back to Jujutsu Tech, you think distractedly. Just how long were you out?

"Yuuji!" you cry out, scanning his body for any injuries. He seems to be uninjured, but most importantly, he's alive. Tears fall down your cheeks. "Are you alright?"

Yuuji appears horrified by the sudden outburst as he hastily holds up his hands. "I'm fine, senpai, really, I'm sorry for worrying you. Okkotsu-san is actually on our side, I swear! It was a binding vow, that's why he had to actually kill me, but he did some really cool Reverse Technique shit and I'm all good now!"

Warily, you eye Yuuta, whose expression resembles that of a kicked puppy. "Okkotsu Yuuta," you say, voice hard. "Let me out of these chains right fucking now."

With a wave of his hand, the papers attached to the chains fall to the floor. Yuuta looks dejected as he looks away from you. "I'm so sor-"

Before he can finish you immediate tackle him into a hug, knocking the both of you into the floor as you bury your face into the soft slope of his neck. "You're such an idiot," you sob, unable to hide the rush of emotions going through you. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tentatively, Yuuta wraps his arms around you, and you melt, pressing yourself closer to his body. "To be honest, I think Gojo-sensei is to blame. I think he forgot to mention to either of us that he asked us to do the exact same thing."

You let out a hiccupping laugh. "Of course he did. That forgetful asshole."

The sigh Yuuta lets out is shaky as he nuzzles the top of your head. "I'm so, so sorry," he tells you earnestly. "I must have scared you, and Rika's mad at me for making me hurt you like that. I think she likes you, even though she pretends not to."

You look up at him, really look at him, and see the look of adoration in his eyes as he stares back down at you. Thankfully Yuuji's escaped long ago, most likely understanding that you two would need privacy. "You came back," you whisper, and Yuuta's resulting smile makes your heart skip a beat.

"I promised you, didn't I?"

Before you can stop yourself, you pull Yuuta down for a searing kiss. He's so soft, and you nip at the plush of his bottom lip teasingly, pulling a whine from his throat. His large hands grip your hips, and in retaliation, you grab a fistful of his hair and tug. The breathy noise he makes goes straight between your thighs. You know he can feel your smile against his lips.

"I missed you," you breathe, pulling away. Yuuta looks dazed, lips kiss swollen, pupils so dilated that you can barely see the soft brown of his eyes.

"I love you," he blurts out, and your resulting laugh is airy as you press another chaste kiss to his lips.

"I've always loved you, Yuuta," you admit. "During Shibuya, I thought I wasn't going to make it. You were the only thing keeping me going."

The look in his eyes is fierce as he tugs you back into him, enveloping you in his arms. "You'll never have to worry about that again. You have my entire life. Where you go, I'll follow, and if I die, not even Death would be able to separate me from your side."

"Those sound a lot like wedding vows, don't you think?"

Yuuta's blush covers his entire face and you grin, pressing one last kiss to his lips. "Come on now. We have kids we need to protect."

As Yuuta leads you to where the others have convened, even under the dark circumstances you're in, the warmth of his hand clutching yours fills you with a giddiness you hadn't experienced in months. The sentiment is quickly dashed as soon as Maki opens her mouth.

"Fucking finally. Inumaki owes me 3,000 yen."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hear me out….tom lowkey falling inlove w a band member and doesn’t know how to say it.. but every one can see it like how he looks at her or how he protects her. basically down bad softy and over protective tom

ps.LOVE YOUR WORKS!!

(Hello! Thank you so much and of course! Enjoy!)

Don't Speak But Act

I feel like this is Tom to a T

Like, he had such a crush on you

Even if you're in the band or not, you were with him for so, so long

You were with him through so much shit in his life, and I think that's why he sorta developed that crush and clung to the idea of being with you

He appreciated the small things you did for him growing up

Helping with his style, making him laugh, messing with him, just plain being around him, comforting him, holding his hand, and helping fend off bullies from him and Bill

Those things are the shit that made his heart go out to you

You guys hugged, kissed, cuddled in the denial of calling it platonic affection

So hate to platonic affection, I indulge in that shit, but you guys were hiding your feelings 1000%

And it was still so painfully obvious

As you guys grew up and got famous, the crush still stayed but grew even more

But he got more confused, and more in denial he had a crush on you

More like 'I can't like them, what if they don't like me? I don't wanna lose 'em if they don't."

Even if he had that thought process, he still was always around you and still was there for you

It was also very hard when he got with fans or models

He did it tho trying to get rid of hide the feelings for you btw

He got more confident as you guys don't older obviously

He flirted a lot more, there were more touches and he stared from afar

A lot

So many interviews he's looking at you with a smile, a longing look or anything as you could be doing anything possible

He was also very more protective but not over or overbearing

He let you do as you wanted, but a guy or girl touching you or making you uncomfortable was deemed too much and Tom to the rescue we go

He was down bad for you istg

Tell him to jump off a clip and he'll do it but he'll ask for a kiss before or to hold your hand

He always like gravitated towards you in anything, on stage, on interviews or even sitting next to you on fan signings

He was always there with you, watching out of the corner of his eye to make sure you were okay

He thought you looked good in anything, and could literally fold as you wore anything

He's a down bad little bitch

He may seem like the one in control but we all know you are

Walk him like a dog, man

He'll follow proudly

Always walking behind you with his big ass pant waddle

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Adam and lute headcanons ☆

adam x lute x black!angel reader

Summary: Adam and lute have taken a liking towards you, and they can't take their eyes off of you, and they both want you to themselves.

● Adam was attracted to you the minute you ended up in heaven. You were so gorgeous and had a pure heart even if people didn't deserve it. He favors you a lot, and I think a lot of people notice even lute.

● Adam had a huge ego, and he's self-centered, so of course, he tries anything in his power to sabotage anyone who tries to get close to you or he sees as a threat.

● He finds you wings very pretty and the way you fly so effortlessly elegant which he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

● Adam tries to get lute to like you, but she didn't she was very intimated by you and jealous how you and Adam have gotten close, leaving her left behind, which angers her.

● Adam flirts with you, a bit touchy with you, Adam finds it cute how flustered you get when he flirts with you he finds it so hot, typical adam.

● Lute would glare at you or have an attitude with you, but she dials It down so Adam doesn't get pissed. Lute doesn't really like or care for you, but she tolerates you because of adam. She rivaled her sisters, even vaggie over adam, until she had him for herself until you came along.

● Lute hated how the things she did for adam did it for him, like anything she did, you're doing it for him. Adam sees the hostility lute had been given to you, so he confronts her.

"What the fuck is your problem, lute?" Adam asked lute as she glares in anger.

"Nothing, sir," she says, deflecting.

"Really,because it seems like you're jealous and acting weird towards y/n," adam says, making lute blood boil by the sound of her name.

● "I'm not jealous of her, sir." Lute lies knowing has been jealous of y/n since the moment she saw you and Adam gotten closer.

"Yes, you are, you're jealous," adam laughs and teases her, making her roll her eyes.

"Cmon, at least try to like her for me." Adam pleads with her giving her those puppy dog eyes.

Lute rolls her eyes. She doesn't want to get along with you, but for Adam's sake, she does listens.

"Fine" lute huffs as she walks away from adam.

" Fucking yes, bitch!!" Adam smiles shouting as he leaved going to find y/n.

Lute had been following you around because Adam told her to while he's off doing whatever and keep you safe. Lute has been around you for a little while, and she thinks you're ok. She thought you would be worse than she expected, but it's not the case.

● You like to see the best in people, lute thought you were way too kind, which isn't bad, but she didn't want to see you take advantage. Lute tried so hard to dislike you, but you were hard since you were so perfect. She sees why Adam likes you.

Lute pretends to be rude to you to hide her feelings for you and her heart beating whenever you are around. Adam smirks at the way lute is around you, his two favorite girls getting along with each other it was so hot, gave him a boner.

● Adam and lute are psychopaths wanting to see hell crash and burn and rule heaven with each other.

● Lute will not hesitate to kill anyone who disrespects you or tries to harm you. She doesn't want any of the disgusting creatures from hell corrupting your purity. Lute has no problems killing or going to hell, just for you to stay in heaven where you're safe and protected.

● Adam doesn't want to kill anyone even though he really wants to, but he's doesn't want to be in hell with those losers, so he's just aggressive verbally.

● Lute finds joy torturing others but not in front of you because the last time she killed someone in front of you, you cried and were afraid of her, but she reassured you she would never hurt you.

● Adam is very obvious about his feelings with you and lute, and he wants to be in a relationship with you both. But since you love and fell for the both of them, you ended up being in a relationship with them.

● Adam and lute get jealous easily, seeing you with someone that isn't them. They have no problem threatening or having a "friendly" chat with the person to back the fuck off.

● Lute is very stubborn when you try to do something for her. She brushes off and says she's fine because she doesn't want you to worry about her and take care of you.

● Adam may be an asshole to everyone but he genuinely cares about you ever since he lost two women in his life to lucifer he doesn't want to lose you against lucifer, but you promise it won't happen because you love him and lute.

● Lute kisses you with a lot of passion and love. She wants to make you feel good and special. She just can't get enough of you.

● you get flustered anytime, adam and Lute flirts with you. Lute can get rough with you in bed, but she can be sweet and gentle with you.

● Lute love giving you cheek kisses, snuggling, she tries not giving you affection out in the open but sometimes she can't help it.

● Lute loves when you tug on her hair when she eats you out it makes her go crazy.

● Adam has a size kink. He's really tall and loves to tower over you, makes him feel powerful. he finds it hot the way you and lute kiss and make out, and he joins in pleasing both of his favorite girls.

● he has tried every sex position, but he mostly loves missionary and doggystyle.

● Lute loves fingering and eating you she finds it attractive the way you moan and gaspbin pleasure you look so innocent.

● Adam is awesome at giving head but his dick is amazing, I mean he is the "dickmaster" eve and Lilith were missing out.

● Adam and lute both have a virginity kink and were both happy to take your virginity. Adam also has a breeding kink he wants to fill you up with is cum and have a baby with you.

● Adam and lute take care of you after sex making you feel loved and safe. Adam and lute don't want to let you go. They'll do whatever it takes to have to themselves even I it put them in danger they both were madly in love with you.

[rvjaa]

TAKE IT SLOW, KID

joel miller x platonic!reader

summary; He saves you from the cruel life you’ve had but is it a mistake now after you begin to see him as a father-figure?

warnings; angst, violence, mentions of death, slight trauma?,

a/n; This is my first tlou fic so bare with me 😭 I hope the story makes sense like it did in my head and sorry if theres any mistakes, english isn’t my first language :)

word count; 2,1k

Joel, like everyone else living in this fucked up world had changed after september 26th. His cold, ruthless demeanor had developed after his Sarah had died in his arms. He had convinced to himself that the paternal part of him was long gone and what remained was just a shell of a man, he had swore himself never getting too close with too many people, or trusting them.

Until he saw you, lying on the ground while two grown ass men were beating you, a teenager, a kid. The feeling he swore would never come out again, he felt it in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he was holding Sarah, his baby girl again while she bled to death and all the memories, the painful feelings he tried to push down were coming back up again. He needed to walk away, he needed to suppress the feelings away but he just couldn’t, he couldn’t walk away because the painful screams you were letting you were getting to him.

He went to an autopilot, surged towards the men and the only goal was to save you. After he managed to scare the men and he slowly came up to you “hey kid, cmon up” he extended a hand towards you. You shook and slowly lifted your small hand in his, he pulled you up “wheres your parents kid?” he asked after he flinched his hand away from yours.

You knew you probably shouldn’t trust this stranger but he saved you from those men who have taunted you a while. His presence scared you but you felt safe. But after he asked you that question you shut down and he could probably see it. “Don’t know, probably dead. Thanks for saving me I should go-“ you said not wanting to get out of the conversation as soon as possible because you knew that the fedra people would come looking for you. But he stopped you before you could even take a step. “Slow down kid, where are you going to go then?” he asked. “I don’t know, I’m thankful but I can’t stay here” you said looking pleadingly at his eyes. He sighed “You’re a kid, should have a home at least.”

You look at your feet now, painful memories coming up how everyone you loved left you. “I don’t” is the only thing you get out

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“Tess where is the kid!” You hear Joel yell after he came back to his small home. Tess is not here but Michael is who is now holding a knife to your throat, you hear Joel yell your name and you know he’s looking for you.

“One fucking word and I kill you and the grandpa after you” you hear Michael behind you speak. Tears are now rolling down your eyes and you hope that Joel doesn’t come to the room, but at the same time you want him to save you. You want him to protect you from this man behind you but you know you shouldn’t hope that.

“This ‘ain’t funny anymore kid!” You hear his voice and you let out a sob. “Shut the fuck up bitch” you hear from behind you. Suddenly the door is being pushed open and you see him, the man who has saved you now multiple occasions and took to his home, gave you a bed and food. Something no one has done for you.

“Joel” you creek out while tears are rolling down you cheeks, you see the panic in his eyes. You never really cried in front of him before. “Look man I don’t want to fight, I only want the girl. Just let us go and nothing bad will happen” you hear Michael speak behind you. You know he’s scared of Joel but it didn’t stop him from coming for you.

Joel looks at him and sighs “fine” and he steps away from the room. What? No. No no no. He can’t do this to you. You let out a sob “I told you shut up you fucking stupid ass kid” michael says and you feel him move the knife and it makes a small cut to your throat.

He’s pushing you out of the room and you can’t even look at Joel, he’s abandoning you just like everyone else. You thought you could trust him, the times you had to hold yourself back from calling him dad after he took care of you are now haunting you while you walk towards his front door.

“What the fuc-“ you hear that man suddenly speak behind you and hes pulled off you and being stabbed by Joel. You stare at him, in shock. He had said yes- he actually didn’t mean it? You fall to your knees, the panic still tearing your insides. You start to sob, you can’t breathe. Why can’t you breathe? It feels like everything is slowing down. Suddenly you feel someone, a palm pressing down on your cheek “kid, hey everything is okay” You hear a muffled voice speaking.

“look at me, hey! Slow down kid” You finally recognize the voice, it’s dad- Joel. It’s Joel, he saved you, you’re okay. You look up to him now, you see an emotion you can’t quite understand. “Dad?” you say weakly, still not breathing evenly and immediately regret it because you see it in his eyes, the shock and you feel him physically tense up.

Joel never thought someone would be calling him that again, he does see Sarah in you. Whenever you let out a little laugh or you tease him about him he can’t help but think his baby girl. But now you’re shaking because you thought he would let them take you. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I got you” he forces out. He know that you’re smart and he knows you probably noticed the way he tensed after you called him.. that.

“I-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called you that I-“ you imminent go back into a panic mode and apologize profusely. Joel says your name softly “its okay, slip ups happen” he says and you flinch but don’t say anything else.

You get up, avoiding Joels gaze and walking back to the room you claimed as yours. You close the door behind you after you hear Joels voice call after you. You can’t, you can’t look at him. It pains you how desperately you want him to accept you as what? His daughter? You know that there was a child, his child who died and you know it pains him so why are you even thinking this? Curling to the bed and pulling the sheets up to hide from the world but you hear joel open the door and step inside.

Tears are rolling down now, you don’t know why and you refuse to let Joel see it so you just hide your face from him. He says your name again and he sits down next to your curled up legs. “Look kid- I’m sorry I had you thinkin’ that I was going to let them take you. I swear that I would never do that to you” He says to you.

You sit up now but still don’t look at his face, you know he can see the tears now, “You- You should’ve let him.” you say to him “I know” you pause and wipe your tears “I know i’m a big burden on you and Tess and-“ you continue but Joel shuts you down “Thats not true. Kid you are no where close to being a burden” he says to you. You feel your head spin and suddenly you remeber the cut michael gave you, and lift a finger to feel it and you see your blood, you look at Joel and he already has the things to treat the wound.

Hes getting up and kneeling down in front of you, “I’m going to clean it first and then bandage it up, okay?” he says and you are just nodding. He does it fast as possible and it doesn’t hurt too bad. Now he’s looking at you “Joel I- thank you. And I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head and says “You have nothing to apologize for kid, I’m sorry for not keeping you safe enough” and that is what breaks you. You crumble and start sobbing, you hide your face in your hands in shame for not being stronger to hold it in. “Oh baby girl, it’s okay let it out” You hear Joel say while hes pulling you to his arms and he hugs you “he was going to kill me and- and” you say “I know, I know, shh” he says and rocks you side to side gently “he said he was going to kill you after me I- dad-“ you sob in to his shoulder not even noticing that you called him that again, but he does.

Joel feels it in his guts, “baby shh, i’m fine. Everything is okay” and he stays there until you calm down.

He notices your steady breathing and he realizes that you fell asleep on him, he sighs and gently places you to the bed. He knows this is not a good life for a kid, he found you when you were about 11years old and he watched you grow right in front of him. You are older now but still a kid, he knows he’s attached to you but he pushes the thoughts down and quietly leaves the room after tucking you in.

——

“Joel!” He hears you scream and he’s up in a flash “dad?” you yell and he bursts in to your room to see you toss in you bed. He walks over to you “Hey kid, wake up everything is okay” he gently shakes you and you don’t wake up. He says your name but you still don’t open your eyes but you’re still panicking about something in your dream “no please no don’t hurt him please, hes all i have” you yell.

Now he’s shaking you again but with a little more force “baby girl” he says and you shoot up and breathe unsteadily. He sees the panic in your eyes while you look at him “hey i’m here, you’re okay” he says to you and he sees you start examining him “you’re okay” you say and then he realizes, you weren’t worried about yourself at all. He has always knew you were selfless and tender hearted like many kids but he didn’t realize you were so worried about him “i’m okay baby, i’m okay��� he says and looks at you with gentle eyes. Suddenly you throw your arms around him, he didn’t expect that but hugs you back regardless.

“You know you remind me of my daugher Sarah” he starts and he feels you tense slightly. “You don’t need to talk about it Joel, I know it’s a touchy subject” you say with a crooked voice. His heart tugs and he continues “I want to tell you about her, she had a beautiful smile just like yours and- and she was a snarky girl like you” his voice cracks. All the memories flood back, his Sarah just after she was born, her first day at school and when she repaired his watch for him for his birthday.

“She would’ve liked you kid, and you would have liked her.” he says and puts his palm to the back of your head and sighs. “I would have, she seems like she was a great person” you answer him.

“I had a sister.” you start. Trying to stay calm you continue “She was my best friend, she was all I had after my parents.. She protected me from the world and I owe her everything. She-“ you can’t keep your tears away anymore. Joel gives you time to gather yourself “After we got into the QZ they separated us and put me in the fedra school and she had to work. The first time i saw her after they separated us was when she was about to leave to smuggle something for more rationcards because she was struggling. I insisted that I would come with her because she was all I had, she said yes and we went outside.” You continue while trying to gather yourself “We got stuck in a building and there were so many of them, the- the infected chased us around the building until we found a door and I stared to open it but it was jammed but I managed, I stepped outside and she.. didn’t come out, i heard her say that she loves me and get back to the QZ and I stood there, while the infected were ripping my sister to pieces I-“ you choke up a sob “I listened her screams and I fucking couldn’t do anything I- I couldn’t move, maybe if i convinced her not to go she still would be-“ you couldn’t continue, sobbing to Joels shirt while he slowly rubs your back.

“It’s not your fault.” Is the only thing he says while he tries to calm you down. “It’s not your fault” he says again.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ wc: 2.5k

⋆ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, something i wrote like...over a year ago? and just found recently, Daddy/babygirl & Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m. receiving), thigh riding, mention of cock worship, katsuki calls reader ‘slut' and ‘bitch’, degradation, hair pulling, ass fingering (f. receiving), proofread in a hurry so excuse any errors/shitty writing

“Who was that?”

“Hm? Oh, the guy that wants to buy my car. He came by to take another look at it.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. I bet he did. “Why don’t you let me take care of that shit, huh?”

“Umm…” You always got a little attitude whenever you thought Katsuki was insinuating that you couldn’t handle something on your own. “…because I can take care of it myself? Because I’m fully capable of handling my own business?”

“I never said you weren’t! I just wanna do shit for you. Isn’t that what boyfriends do sometimes?”

You realized your incorrect assumption and grumbled in agreement after all. “Yeah, the good ones anyway.”

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m gonna be the best boyfriend in the world and take care of my girl.”

You giggled and mumbled. “Mhmm and the most jealous too.”

“I’m not fuckin jealous!” he barked.

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you get possessive any time there’s another guy around. Sometimes other females too,” you teased.

“Hell yeah, I’m possessive! You’re mine! But I’m not fuckin jealous. Tch, what is there for me to be jealous of, hah? Those other motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me…Oi! Are you laughin at me, dumbass?”

Your hand was covering your mouth, but Katsuki had heard the pfft that escaped from your lips. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it! You make me laugh when you talk like that.”

He let go of you and stomped towards the living room, mumbling something about it not being funny.

You know that he’s vulnerable and sensitive deep down, and that sometimes you take it too far or you catch him on a bad day when he’s not in the mood for play fighting. You know his tells: crossing his arms and storming off, pouting, sometimes slamming the door of whatever room he retreated to in order to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself.

He usually either goes to his office/man cave, your shared bedroom, or the garage. Your compassion never fails and your nurturing mode shifts into high gear. After giving him a few minutes to himself, you went looking for him.

Katsuki had been checking his emails, but couldn’t shake the frustration of not being taken seriously by the woman that he loved. Did you not respect him?

There was a soft knock at his office door and he rolled his eyes. “What?” he said gruffly, Katsuki code for come in.

You opened the door and walked in to find him sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor.

“Hey baby,” you said in your soft angel voice.

He’d probably never admit it, but you completely disarmed him every time you spoke to him that way. You were a beautiful, defenseless creature for whom he’d always gone into protective mode on sheer instinct.

When you stood next to his chair, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, keeping his frowning face propped on his fist. You put your hands on his hard shoulders and started rubbing and massaging him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, Katsuki.”

He didn’t respond. The silent treatment was his go-to punishment whenever you poked the beast at the wrong time.

You lowered your head next to his and softly said, “Hey…” When he made eye contact with you again, you continued, “I love you and respect you very much, babe. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Please don’t be mad at me?”

How the hell was he supposed to stay mad at you when you looked at him with those sad, pretty eyes? He huffed and pushed his chair back a bit, just enough to serve as an invitation for you to sit on his lap and hug him.

“Shut up," he grumbled. "I can be mad at whoever I want." At least he’d finally spoken to you, which was his way of accepting your apology. “Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“Would it help if I do this?” You cupped his pouting face in your hand and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He kissed you back begrudgingly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he’d already forgiven you.

As long as you continued to shower him with attention and love and affection, he would secretly milk it, eat it up, and love every fucking second of it.

“Hmm…what about this?” You slinked down to the floor in front of him and rubbed his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his as they followed your form downwards. Your hands reached further up his legs and you pushed your thumbs into the muscles of his inner thighs, massaging him. “I promise I can make you feel better.”

He maintained his poker face, but shifted in his chair, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the tight quarters of his pants. You noticed the outline of his cock taking shape and bit your bottom lip into a smirk.

You slid one of your hands further upwards, dragging your fingers over his balls and over the length of his clothed penis. He clenched his jaw at the growing ache you'd created between his legs. You stroked his cock a few more times before carefully unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants.

Your movements were painfully slow, but you finally reached down into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled his rock-hard dick out, providing him with immediate relief from the discomfort he’d been biting back. The pleasure of feeling your small hand wrapped around his manhood, the relative size of which made his cock look bigger than it already was, throwing in an ego boost for good measure.

You resumed the act of stroking his cock inside your fist, mesmerized by the sensational juxtaposition of his warm, velvety sheath of skin sliding over his smooth steel-hard shaft. He could keep pretending to be unfazed by your antics, but his body betrayed him. You shifted from your haunches onto your knees and began placing kisses, from the head of his cock down along the underside of his length, all the way to his balls, licking the most prominent vein along the way.

Curious how much teasing he could endure before giving in and ordering you to stuff your mouth with his cock, you flattened your tongue and traced a slow line all the way back up before once again stroking him with your hand. You looked up at him, his mouth hidden by the back of his fisted hand, his narrowed amber eyes locked on you.

He was not going to give in and he most certainly would not beg. He’d sooner wait until you left the room and jack himself off than give you any indication that he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, silently willing you to suck him down.

Unfortunately for him, however, his body told the true story.

The flexing of his glutes, the knuckles of his hand going white around the arm of his chair, and the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock told you everything you needed to know. He was practically squirming with anticipation.

Deciding that it would be counterintuitive to further tease him while seeking repentance for doing the same, you once again brought your mouth to his sex and swirled your tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around him and slowly worked him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva as you went. You hollowed your cheeks and gave a good suck before popping your mouth off him.

He knitted his brows and you could’ve sworn you heard the cracking of plastic under his hand. You looked up into his fiery eyes as you stroked him before lowering your head, taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time. When the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, he bit his knuckles to stifle a moan.

You bobbed up and down his cock, pressing him into your throat as far as you could before gagging. You quickly pulled away from him to swallow your gag reflex, leaving a thread of saliva in your wake, your hand taking the place of your mouth until the feeling passed.

You collected the drool in your mouth and pushed the liquid out from your puckered lips, watching it land directly on the tip of his cock before sliding down his length. You began to stroke him again, your ministrations accompanied by the squishing of your saliva every time his cockhead popped through your encircled fingers.

You took him inside your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks until they burned, sucking him for all he was worth. You glanced up at him to find him with his head thrown back while white-knuckling both arms of his desk chair.

Just when you thought how impressive it was that he hadn’t made any sound yet, on one particular upward stroke, he let out a long groan. He was shameless at this point, getting more and more feral with every pass of your lips over the sensitive head of his thick cock. He pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, lightly tugging on it to guide you along at a slightly faster pace.

“Yeah, you better worship my fucking cock. Mm yeah, suck that fat dick, you ungrateful slut.”

You moaned around him, the vibration drawing him ever closer to his end. He was so close, but wanted to degrade you a bit more to make sure you knew your place as his sub.

“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock just like that, yeah? Yeah? You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Then work for it, bitch.”

Your pussy clenched at nothing, the contraction causing some of your slick to drool out and leave a wet spot between your thighs. You whined around his cock as though begging for his cum.

“Mm fuck! So…fucking close, babygirl. Let me hear you beg for my cum again.”

You gazed up into his fiery eyes and whined around his cock again.

“Hhnnn mm baby, shit! Here I fucking cum!”

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of your throat hard and thick, nearly gagging you. The second one came swiftly after and as he rode out his orgasm, he encouraged you.

“Fuck yeah, drink my hot fucking cum all the way down your slutty throat.”

You cleaned him with your mouth, making sure to get every last drop of him.

You stood, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You straddled one of his legs, kissing him, leaning into him, pressing your breasts against his chest. He pushed his tongue over and around yours, grabbing two handfuls of your thick ass.

Your dress was hiked up to your thighs, your naked sex pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. He used your round ass to guide your pelvis against his thigh, back and forth. Slowly. Deliberately.

You moaned into his mouth and he bounced his leg, causing you to slam down hard onto his thigh. You cried out, taking tight fistfuls of his ash blond hair and tugging.

He tightened his grip on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into your flesh, rocking you, using his control over your thrusts to increase your speed. He flexed his quad muscle and you rotated your hips just enough to provide more friction against your clit.

He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of his pants and against his skin underneath. His cock was hard and raring to go once again. He helped you adjust one of your legs such that you were straddling both of his, the hem of your sundress now pushed up around your waist.

His cock was nearly flat against his perfectly sculpted stomach. He pulled you closer, pressing his length against your sopping sex, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit. He reached behind you to guide his slick cock inside you.

You sank down his entire length, letting out a single loud moan as your tight hole stretched around his thick cock, filling you up one inch at a time. You needed a few seconds to adjust to his size no matter how many times you fucked him, but once you were ready, you started rocking your hips against his, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of you with every thrust. Gods, he felt so fucking good and you told him so.

“Yeah baby, fuck me slow. You deserve to ride my cock like that.”

Your elbows rested on his shoulders, your hands gripping his hair, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his large hands around your undulating hips, giving you more strength as you rode him. He knew the closer you got to orgasm, the more your legs would give out. He would be ready to pump his cock inside your pussy when the time came. He squeezed one of your ass cheeks before pressing his middle finger against your asshole.

“Mm fuck, Katsu!”

He groaned in your ear. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”

Your pace increased while your thrusts became shallower and more erratic, the heat and the friction of your clit grinding against his pubic bone.

He pushed his fingertip inside your tight ass. “Do as I say and cum on my fat knot. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.

Each of your whimpers seemed to climb an octave higher than the one before. Finally, the spring in your womb came undone and you froze, completely unraveling around him, calling his name over and over. The contractions of your orgasm massaged the full length of Katsuki’s cock buried deep inside you, sending him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Shit baby, your pussy clamping down on me like that…ah fuck, I’m gonna cum again…”

As you came down from your orgasms together, still joined as one, you began to shake. Katsuki wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer against him. Your breath was hot against his neck and he knew you were trying not to cry when you drew a ragged breath against him.

He put a hand behind your head and pressed his lips on the top of your head, sensing that this was one of the occasional times when you needed his most tender aftercare.

As much as you loved his aggression during sex, and you absolutely did, sometimes it would leave you feeling vulnerable after a particularly rough round of it.

You had more than made it up to him for giving him a hard time. Now it was his turn to hold you and give you all the love and safety he could possibly offer and as far as he was concerned, for you, that was a bottomless well.

[facelesswoman666]

What’s Bad is so Good!

summary: The Lords of the Sith catch you masturbating✨

Smut 18+ minors DNI please.

These are all one shots, no plot just pure smut. you’re welcome bitches xo

otherwise enjoy! and please comment if or what you would like to see again.

Degradation warning ❗️ and the men being cocky as per usual 👏

GIF NOT MINE!

Maul

One knees was raised, and the other lay flatly on the mattress, beaded with lustful sweat. Her fingers caressed herself, down her skin and trailed gently over the curve of her hips and dip of her pelvis. She slid those two fingers, wet tipped by saliva down to her clit, circling gently, hungrily, as though a wanton woman were touching her body for her. This was not her, this was his doing, yet he watched her. Dark amber eyes, ringed with crimson that bore into her body, her skin. He longed to touch her, though he never expressed it, it made him hard. Pathetically hard “What is this my apprentice” he interrogated, clawed hands sliding over the walls of her room. The girl never froze, faltered or showed any sign of meekness, she pumped two soaked fingers in and out of herself whilst staring him dead in the eye. “Can’t speak” he tittered, smirking at the edges of his lips, reaching a finger down to stroke her smooth legs “Let me taste you, and i will render you more speechless than you appear to be presently my apprentice” The moan caught in her throat, what did he think he was offering.

Kylo

He had caught her, funny thing isn’t it, the inability to keep her fingers out of her lovely cotton panties. She was stretched, lying languidly on the table where he met with the commanders of the First order navy and militia. Whore. Her fingers weren’t visible to him but it was simple to hear that they were stolen away inside her, the wet squelching of them the least irritating thing about the whole situation. Ren had to deal with this, and quickly “You are a lady of the sith, not a whore” his modulated voice consumed the space in a minute, she giggled, intoxicated on vibrant lust and burning with internal desire. He stepped closer, fingers grazing her foot at the edge of the obsidian table and one swift movement dragged her down to meet his steel visor “if you wish to be a whore, then i would take great pleasure in filling your mouth and cleansing that dirty tongue” He pressed his hands to her hips and swivelled her round so that her face could hand off the edge and began rubbing his clothed self roughly against her mouth.

Darth Talon x masc!reader

The reinforced leather collided with his cheek, all left behind was a reddened slap mark across the left side of his face “Pathetic boy, toying with your parts while i am training to fight to protect you” she spat, leaving lines of milky white spittle near your eye. Her accent was silk to his ears, she had never been a native of ryloth but her accent carried through. She lifted her leg so that her thigh was level with his eyes and her other leg left standing on the black stone floor, she wore nothing but tight leather panties that draped leather from either side down to her ankles, she was mostly exposed “is this what you want?” she taunted, pulling her panties to the side in a slow seductive movement to reveal her pussy. He nearly salivated, in a whispering plea he begged her to let him taste it, fuck it, deeply and slowly. She turned away “learn to control yourself before you fuck the most wanted woman in the galaxy my apprentice” she stripped the leather drapery from her panties and her rounded red cheeks showed, black with tribal tattoos. She strode from the room and left him hungry, left his cock exposed and dripping with pre cum but she stayed, leaning against the door, teasing her nipples and pressing her breasts together as a small show. Her smirk faded as her footsteps receded down the hallway.

Vader

The girl was in complete silence, she hadn’t uttered a word since she decided to smuggle her way into Lord Vader’s personal TIE advanced fighter, after all being the head engineer on the specialised project aided in missions of this specific danger level. Oh gods, what had she gotten herself into, but there it was, his glove, his strong leather glove that smelt of amber and a clean smokey musk. She grasped it in her fingers, inhaled a strong breath and felt pleasure wrack her senses. Her spit soaked fingers trailed down her black wool tunic and into her pants, rubbing feverishly with pleasured panic, smelling every breath of him. She lay back and allowed herself to begin to look upon stars. “What are you doing in my ship?” a voice whispered in her ear, the tone so deliciously low, she uttered an unintelligible sentence, more or less a moan. He scooped up the stranger and pressed her ass to his lap, tipping her head back against his shoulder “let me take that from you, and let me see what is underneath this plain uniform” Lord Vader tore the trousers from her legs with ease, smiling under his mask, he had never been so satisfied with a finding. He pushed her knees back against his shoulders and one leather clad finger into her at a steady pace. Her pleasure became increasingly apparent as he fucked her with one finger “you are lucky i was merciful on you, sweet thing” She had not yet realised this reality was not a dream nor a vision.

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 9: the imprinting thing

Table of contents

The guys filed out of their car and they surrounded me. “What do we have here? You lost sweetheart?'' They were all clearly drunk. “you better back off” I growled as I held my fist that held my pocket knife to my hip.

“she's got some fire boys” he got closer and that's when my knife flipped open and held it out with the blade pointing to them. “lay one hand on me and I swear I'll cut you” I snapped.

They just laughed and one grabbed me from behind making me drop my knife. The third one kicked it away making it useless. I slammed my foot on the guy that was holding on to me and threw my head back into his nose. It hurt like hell but at least I was free.

“bitch!” one grabbed my wrist and penned me to the ground. I thrashed around on the concrete and started throwing punches.

“I'm getting tired of you” he growled and penned my hands above my head making the concrete dig into my skin as I felt his hot and discussing breath on me.

His buddies laughed and encouraged him. I sighed and threw my knee up kicking him in the crotch. He fell to my side and I used that as my chance to run. “Get that bitch!” one of his goons grabbed the coaler of my hood, whipping my body backwards. The guy then slammed his fist in my lip.

It had no effect as his fit made contact he wailed on pain as he dropped me to the ground. Another pro being a werewolf I guess. Before any of them could get any closer to me and different pair of headlights moved towards us like a bat out of hell. This time it was a white jeep. Emmett Cullen's white jeep to be exact. The guy dropped me on my ass and I stayed on the ground.

He jumped out seeping with anger. He charged at the one that was closest to me. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up from the ground. The drunk pawed at Emmett's massive grip and his legs shook. He slammed him to the ground and turned to the other two. They both backed up stumbling into each other. Before they could get too far he grabbed the one that broke his hand on my jaw.

“if any of you go near her again I'll kill you myself” he growled he pushed him backwards and he fell on his ass. They didn't waste any time getting back in their car and racing off. My enhanced hearing forced me to listen to his chest heaving with anger and fear. I curled up into a ball as I heard him coming closer to me. He knelt down in front of me.

“Y/n?” he said gently. His cold hand found my chin and he lifted it up. I looked up and my eyes locked with his gold eyes. I froze in place as I felt something I never thought I would.

I could feel My heart thumping in my chest as I felt gravity move around us. Nothing else matters but the two of us. I saw what could be a happy life with him. No matter what, we had each other's backs through good and bad. We protect each other and I felt nothing but pure love towards him. His cold hand turned into something of a comfort mechanism. The vampire smell the pack always complained about well he didn't smell to me and that really explained when he didn't bother me while the rest did.

I came back to reality when I felt a single tear fall from my cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb as I leaned into his hand without realizing it. I Imprinted on a vampire. What will the pack say? What would his family say? His eyes unlocked from mine and studied my busted lip. His cold thumb gently ran across the damage and his jaw clenched. “I should go a rip those fucker's heads off”

“Emmett, stop” I said, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed and placed his hand on mine as his anger disappeared. He stood up slowly then held his hand out to me. “Come on” I took it and he carefully lifted me up off the ground.

“What were you doing out by yourself anyway?” He said his anger was slightly coming back but his voice was soft. I looked down shrugging.

“Well if you thought you had to go out you should at least had some protection” he said crossing his arms over his chest. I snapped my finger and point a couple feet away from us.

“my protection is in pieces over there and I could have handled them” I said. He slightly smirked like he was enjoying seeing me get angry.

“Oh yeah? Like showing off your little secret Short stack?” he said smirking. “one, don't call me short stack and second hard to tell a secret if your dead”

He let out a laugh this time. He threw his hand back and placed his hand over his none beating heart. That made me angry but I wasn't as angry as I expected. For some reason it was hard to stay angry at him. “yeah you don't have it in ya”

“what? Am I just a small and innocent girl to you?” I asked bitterly. He stopped laughing and sighed. “your far more but yeah I see you as an innocent person and I see your kindness”

I rolled my eyes and started walking towards my dad's bike. “Where are you going?” he asked with his arms out.

“home”

“no, I'm taking you home” I ignored him and started my bike and made a sickening sound and wouldn't turn on. I tried again and it wouldn't budge. Emmett had his arms crossed and had an amused look on his face as he watched. I sighed and grabbed my helmet and backpack. “whatever I'm walking home”

As I passed by him he snatched my helmet. I snapped my head towards him. “okay give it back”

he smirked and hid it behind his back. “come and get”

I clenched my jaw and stomped towards him. “I said give it back” he held it above his head with the same shit-eating smirk. “and I said come and get it” he whispered and swung it back and forth on his fist.

I started to jump up and down like a helpless rabbit. He was way taller than me and there was no way I was gonna reach it. “give it back you freaking polar bear!” I jumped back on my feet still looking up at him.

“You're a determined little thing aren't you, and what did you just call me?” he asked with an airy laugh.

“you heard me”

He raised an eyebrow and dangled my helmet above my head just to my reach before I could grab it. He raised it higher.

I scoffed. “whatever”

I walked past him but I didn't get too far because he grabbed my wrist and used his speed. Before I knew it I was gently pushed up against his jeep and his muscular arms caged me in.

I looked into his gold eyes with nothing but trust and affection. Everything was perfect about him and I loved every part of him. His dimples showed as he smiled at me. “you feel the connection, don't you?” he asked.

“Emmett...” I said not wanting to give in right away. He looked almost hurt when he backed away from me.

He sighed and looked down. My heart broke as I caused him to be so unsure. The imprinting thing is gonna get old, hell I didn't even know it was possible to imprint on a vampire. This was so surreal and it went against everything the pack believed in and it definitely went against the legends.

“Let me take you home, I need to know your safety,” Emmett said softly. I sighed as Emmett’s hand moved a few stray hairs out of my face. As soon as he moved my hair out of the way his jaw ticked with anger as he saw the cut on my forehead.

“Yeah…please take me home Emmett” I mumbled.

“Com on” He said softly and put his leather jacket around me as he led me to the passenger side of his jeep. He opened it for me and helped me into the massive vehicle. As I climbed in I was engulfed by the warmth of the car and his scent lingered around giving it a comforting feel.

“And i'm sorry I got so angry” he mumbled as he climbed in behind the wheel. I turned my head and smiled softly. “There's nothing to be sorry about”

I held my hand open on the console that was in between us. He softly smiled and his massive hand laced with mine.

After a moment of silence he started up the Jeep, as the headlights clicked on I looked back at my motorcycle. “Wait, we can't leave that motorcycle, it's my dads”

“I’ll have Edward or jasper bring back later tonight” Emmett said as we drove back towards my uncle’s house.

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Crap they're still awake

As soon as Emmett pulled up into the driveway the porch light went on and you could see Charlie and Owen’s shadows move around through the closed curtains. As Emmett let me out of the jeep the front door opened revealing a annoyed and worried Charlie.

“Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?” Charlie barked. Emmett closed the jeep door behind us and waved at charlie.

“It's my fault Chief Swan” he started. “Her bike broke down near the woods and she called me for a ride…then we just got to talkin’”

Charlie sighed and crossed his arms. “Well, thank you for bring her home…and you better get home yourself before your parents start worrying”

Emmett nodded. “Yes, sir” he smiled and walked towards the driver side of his Jeep.

“Thanks Emmett” he nodded with a smile. “See ya school”

He drove off and Charlie entered me into the house. As the front door closed he erupted. “I was worried sick, you know what's going on around here” I sighed and walked towards the stars.

“I won't do it again,” I said softly. Charlie sighed and pulled me into a hug. “Was just worried is all” I nodded and bid him a goodnight. I then went up into my room and curled up in bed as thoughts of Emmett Cullen wondered in my head.

<Next chapter>

[ctitan98official]

Alcina blinds Y/N in one eye and kidnaps them angst part 2

Alright, this is an insane au to write for and I wanted to return to it! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

It was a fucking nightmare. Everything in your life was just fine… Until it wasn’t.

Your house was cozy and warm as midnight consumed the tiny village. Elena was asleep on your chest and Hope slumbered in her crib at the foot of your bed. You dozed peacefully as you held your wife and dreamed of your family’s happy life together. You were all so blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. How could things turn so bad so quickly?

Suddenly, a horrible crash sounded from the first floor. Someone had broken in. You and Elena immediately bolted up in bed and little Hope began to cry loudly, startled.

Your family is in danger. You see red.

You immediately begin to make a plan and figure out how you should proceed. You need to keep your family safe, no matter what. Elena and Hope are all that matter right now. “Take the baby and get to the bathroom! Lock the door behind you!” You tell Elena. You grab the old fishing knife you keep in your bedside table, for situations such as this, and silently thank your past self for the forethought. It might not be much, but you can at least defend yourself.

You climb out of bed and move towards the bedroom door, but Elena takes your hand. “Y/N! Don’t fight whoever that is! Come with us!” She begs.

You look at her for a moment, thinking through your options, but you can hear… Something making its way up the stairs. Whatever it is… It’s not human. Harsh shrieks and chirps fill the house. You shake your head at Elena’s plea. “No, babe. I’ll hold them off,” You tell her. You’re going to do everything you can to fend off the intruders before they even have a chance to get to your family.

“I love you, Elena. I love you, Hope,” You say and press quick kisses to their heads. “Go into the bathroom and climb out of the window and down the trellis.” You tell Elena.

Elena is sobbing, but nods and does as you ask. You’re right. She needs to protect her daughter. “We love you so much, Y/N,” She weeps.

Your heart breaks at having to leave your wife and daughter. Fuck. Why is this happening? Haven’t you been through enough?

Elena holds Hope tight as she closes and locks the bathroom door. She begins trying to open the window, but it’s stuck and giving her trouble. She frantically does her best to get it to open.

Meanwhile, you burst out of your room and into the hallway, only to see… Twisted corpse-like figures swiping aggressively at you with rusted weapons. What the fuck are these things? They move relatively slowly so you begin to take them out one by one. You hack them to bits violently, making sure they stay down before moving on. Surprisingly, things go relatively well for a while. You are making progress on the undead swarm that is infesting your home… That is until you get downstairs and peer out of the destroyed entryway of your house. You see someone looming at your front door. Someone you never expected to see again.

Alcina.

You know she’s behind all of this. What’s her game? You point your knife at her in anger. “Get the hell away from my family! I’ll kill you, bitch!” You rage.

Alcina adopts a rather neutral expression. She calmly clasps her hands in front of her. “Draga… It’s time for you to come home now. You’ve had your fun out on your own, but you belong to me,” She says. “Plus, I think it’s time for me to meet my new daughter. Don’t you?” She asks with a predatory grin.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Her new… Daughter? She can’t possibly mean Hope. “What the fuck are you talking about?” You sneer.

Alcina smirks before turning to one of those mangled creatures to get its attention. “Bring me the woman and the baby,” She commands.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “NO! No, leave my wife and child alone!” You howl. You quickly run to try and attack the creature before it can get to Elena and Hope, but Alcina easily picks you up by the collar and slams you against the side of your house.

“Ahh, fuck!” You cry out in pain. “Stop!” You plead, tears streaming down your face.

Alcina sighs. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Y/N,” She says, actually seeming somewhat sad about what she’s doing to you and your family. But… She also has a resolute gleam in her eye. She believes this is necessary for her to get you back. Forever.

You’ve got the wind knocked out of you and your vision becomes blurry as Alcina harshly presses you up against the wall.

Eventually, you hear Elena shriek from the house and you try to keep your eyes open, to figure out a way to fix all of this.

The horrible creature from before shuffles out of the house, maintaining a tight grip on Elena’s shoulders to keep her from running. Elena had just managed to open the bathroom window and began to climb out when the creature took her. She was so close… Her heart aches with guilt that she couldn’t get away and save her baby.

“No, please! My baby! Don’t do anything to my baby!” Elena sobs.

Alcina purses her lips as she sees the woman who stole your heart. She’s jealous. She looks back at you and growls. How could you choose this simple villager over her? She loses her temper. She once again slams your head against the wall of the house, effectively dazing you. She seethes for a moment before she finally releases her hold on your neck.

You slump to the ground, too dizzy to get up.

Alcina makes her way over to Elena, who is still weeping. She towers over her small, prone form. “Shut up, girl!” She spits and scoops Hope right out of her arms.

“NO!” Elena cries as she struggles against the creature still holding her tightly. Hope… Her precious baby… “Help! Somebody help me!” She yells, wanting nothing more than to hold you and Hope again.

Alcina scoffs at Elena’s tears. “Nobody can help you now, girl,” She says quietly. She looks down at Hope, who is loudly wailing, and gently bounces her in her arms. “It’s alright, draga,” She whispers. She then looks up and snaps her fingers. All of the remaining creatures circle around her at the sound. “Do what you will with this woman… Just make sure that I never see her again,” She orders.

Alcina turns back to you and sees that you are almost unconscious. You don’t know what’s going anymore as your vision continues to fade. Your head is bleeding badly and you need medical attention.

Alcina goes to pick you up in her other arm and begins taking you and Hope back to the castle. She doesn’t want either of you to be present for what’s about to happen to Elena.

Hope is still crying her little eyes out, but Alcina shushes her and talks to her calmly. “You’re alright, my love. Mama’s here,” She tells her and leans down to kiss her nose. Alcina can’t help but marvel at how much Hope looks like you. She is smitten with the little girl.

Despite the circumstances, Alcina’s maternal actions actually soothe Hope and she relaxes a bit into the vampiress’ hold, feeling warm and safe in her presence.

As Alcina takes you both back to castle Dimitrescu, Elena’s screaming is eventually cut short by a sickening snap.

Alcina smirks. This part of her plan worked perfectly. Now onto the next phase…

Note: Why, Alcina… How very villain of you T^T I chose to have Alcina use the Moroaice instead of the girls because I didn’t want them to do those horrible things lol. I hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

[aro-pancake-writes]

@fangbangerghoul, it's here.

I have way too many brain rots that need to pay their rent.

I also still have Kinky Boots floating around in here, and decided to continue on my previous one.

NSFW, so minors DNI.

AFAB NB Dusty, goes by they/them.

And I still cannot name my stories.

[Read beneath the cut]

The walk back to the hotel was charged and rushed.

Sam's jacket covers my body from anyone who wants to take a peek, and I feel protected by it.

I never really minded the looks, catcalls or anything like it. But the way that man touched me, pressed me against his body, that was a stark reminder of why I haven't dressed like this in a while.

However, the way Sam jumped in to protect me, to save me when I froze, felt good.

The elevator opens on our floor, and Sam is already pressing me against the nearest wall to kiss me, while trying to find the door and get us inside.

I shrug off his jacket as soon as the door closes behind us, giving him access to my body. I watch as his eyes turn dark in desire while I walk towards him.

“How do you want me?” I ask, wrapping my hands behind his neck.

“Just like that.” He says, turning me to face away from him, a hand making its way up my legs and raising my dress. “I want you to trust me, and let me fuck you until I'm done.”

I have to bite back a moan. I trust him. With my life whenever we're out exploring, so this isn't that far off.

I lean forward, offering him a view of my ass. He slaps it, making me moan out loud.

“Darling, you're gonna make me cum in my pants if you continue to make those lovely sounds.” He says, wrapping a hand around my neck and the other on my hips, finding my dampened underwear.

“Would that be so bad?” I ask, feeling bratty and defiant. It was a great choice.

He rips off my undies, falling on his knees and making me turn to him.

Before I can react to the way he manhandles me, his lips take my heated core. His beard is scratchy as he feasts like a starved man. And I love it.

He places one of my legs over his shoulder, giving himself better access and placing his hand on my lower back for support.

I'm so close now, looking down at his blue eyes, full of love and worship, and…

He stops. Letting go of me completely and getting up. I almost fall, if not for him holding on to my waist for stability.

“Brats don't get to cum.” He says with a tone of command. And I want more. “Now, darling, get rid of this dress. Don't hide from me.”

I do as he says, removing the dress and allowing it to puddle at my feet. As I go to sit and remove the boots, he stops me.

Those stay, then.

It's hot to look at his eyes without having to crank my neck up. But the hot press of his skin on mine had me wondering when he had the time to strip.

The feel of his pants tells me that he's not fully naked, stabilizing his dominance further over me.

I want more. More of it, of him, of being taken care of.

He makes me get down, sitting on my heels with my knees apart. He takes his sweet time running his fingers on my lips and opening his pants ever so slowly.

I'm not prepared for the way his cock almost hits me in the face when freed, the desire already leaking off the tip. I want to taste it, feel it.

One look at his face, and the permission in his smile is all it takes for me to wrap my lips around him and let it go in as deep as I can.

It's not everything, but he's pleased. I know he'll respect the limits of both my body and my mind.

I suck on him, enjoying the grunts and moans he gives me. It's not doing much to help my edged and denied state, especially when he cums in my mouth. I freeze for a second, looking at him for instructions when he slips out of my grasp.

“You're a good lil bitch, aren't you?” He asks, placing a hand under my chin. I can only nod, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Then you know what to do, love. If you want to earn your release.”

I swallow and open my mouth to show him. The satisfied, cocky grin he gives me makes me go weak.

Sam pulls me to my feet, and before I can take a step on my own, he has me facing the nearest wall, one with a massive mirror on it.

I was a mess. My makeup is smudged, my lipstick is completely gone, my hair wants to fall back to its natural position. The reflected person was one who was pleasured and guaranteed the night was not over just yet. Sam pulled me to lean forward for him.

I have to put my hands in the mirror for support as he enters my body. It's too much to take in after being denied so long. I'm panting and begging as he makes me arch my back so he can have access to my neck as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Please,” I say, not even knowing what I'm about to ask for.

“Please, what?” He asks me, slowing down his pace. It's tortuous, denying me once again my release. “What do you want?”

“I want you.” My words come out cut and breathless, with his movements becoming harder. “I want you to make me cum. Please, Sam.” My pleas feel like it's falling on deaf ears, as he stops completely and takes a step away from me, taking me to the bed.

“You'll have to work for it.” He sits on the bed, comfortable and naked, pulling me to his lap. “Now, sit.”

And I sit, placing him back where he belongs and riding him.

There's only the sounds of our moans and our lovemaking echoing in the room, turning me on even further.

I'm so, so close, that one flick to my clit and I'll collapse.

And Sam knows it, holding my hands back and making himself my only source of pleasure.

“When I said you'll have to work for it, I meant it.” He whispers in my ear. “Now, imagine what I can do for you if you cum for me, right… now.”

It's like magic. When he says it, my whole body shakes, letting out everything. There's wetness between my legs, and I can only see the sky blue of his eyes.

Sam takes over, fucking me through my orgasm and dragging another one out of me. And another.

It feels like being on the beach, and having wave after wave hit you, in a way you can't even stop to breathe.

There's warmth inside, and it's taking me on another high.

I have no strength to move when we both come down from our high.

“I'm sorry.” Is the first thing I hear, making me look up at him. “I'm sorry if I was too rough on you.”

“You weren't.” I say, falling back to his neck and enjoying the scent of leather and bourbon. “It was great. There's nothing to apologize for.”

“Love, look at this.” He says, placing a hand on my hips. I look, finding light marks matching his hands. It'll be bruised by morning, but they make me smile. “It's not a laughing matter.”

“Not laughing.” I shrug, going back to nuzzle his neck. I love being like this, basking in his scent and warmth. “They make me happy. I want to bear your marks, and I do it with pride.”

There's a deep breath, and he hugs me, pulling me closer to his chest. It's still not close enough. I want closer, more, mine.

But tiredness takes over, and I only want to take a shower and sleep for the night.

Before I can say or do anything, I'm turned on the bed, with Sam removing my boots, that I had all but forgotten I still had on. He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, where we take a long and steamy shower.

Back to the bed, I'm curled up to his side, drawing circles on his chest as my insecurities finally pop up.

Is… is this a one time thing? Or will we be able to do it again? Does he want something more, a real relationship with me, or just the sex?

“We can't do this,” he starts, and I hold back from sitting up. My heart skips a beat, and I move to look at his eyes, “on the ship.”

“Why?” I hold back all my dark thoughts, sending them to the pits of my mind.

“Because you're too loud, love.” He laughs, coming in to kiss me. I don't avoid it, but don't reply either. “The whole ship would know when we're fucking. And I'd rather keep those noises for myself. We don't need anyone else knowing that you can sound so lovely with my dick inside of you.”

I stare at him blankly while processing.

“You want more?” I blush, and he looks at me like a lost pup.

“More?” He smiles, pulling me to sit on his lap. “Darling, I've wanted you since the moment we first met. I've wanted to know your taste, your sounds, your warmth since the day you first walked into the Lodge.”

Just sex, then. I try to keep my heartbreak from showing, but it's too much to hold in.

“Then I got to meet you.” He continues, giving me a glimmer of hope. “And I fell in love with you. I've been scared that you didn't feel the same way I do. That I'm not good enough…” I can't hear him talking about himself like this, so I interrupt him with a kiss.

“I do. I feel the same way.” I'm finally able to smile again. My broken pieces are put back together. “And you're worthy of love, Sam. Hell, I'll give you the galaxy if you ask it of me.”

There's a hearty laugh, and he kisses me again.

“I can already hold my whole world in my arms, love. There's no need for more.”

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Six

Next Morning

I helped anyone who needed help the next morning. I took notice right away that the women did most of it. The cooking and washing of clothes, taking care of the kids, was all the women's responsibility. I helped take the clothes down to the lake to be washed and was about to help wash them when Shane called for me. "Hey, yn!" I smiled at Andrea and excused myself to go over and see what he wanted.

"Wanna come with me to do a sweep?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow in question. "A sweep? Of the perimeter?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, just to make sure there aren't any walkers roaming around. Makes everyone feel safer." I hummed and looked back at the women behind me, washing clothes, talking and laughing together. I wasn't much for girl talk or being in groups. When I looked back at Shane, he averted his eyes right away and cleared his throat.

"No. I'm going to stay here and help those women over there since none of you men seem to know how to wash your own fucking clothes. That's the role here, right? Women do all the work while the men sit on their asses." I saw his jaw tick and his curled into fists. "Is that everything Office Walsh?" I looked him in the eye, daring him to say something. He just sniffed, turned around, and walked back up the bank to the camp.

Later on in the day, after I helped the girls with the wash and got to know them more, he stopped me and asked if we could talk. I agreed and followed him to where the cars were sitting. "I want to apologize if we have given you a bad impression of us. Look, the women here don't know how to protect themselves. They don't know how to shoot a gun. Andrea acts like she does, but she doesn't know how to properly use the gun she has. They rely on us to protect them. Me, Dale, Jim, Morales, and two who are out hunting are the ones who know how to properly use a gun."

"So why don't you teach them how to protect themselves?" I asked. "They're too scared. They know if they do get into trouble that they need to go for the head. When they go out into the woods, they know to stay in the perimeter we set and to carry a knife at least. Someone is always keeping watch at all times."

I hummed, "Well, they should still be taught how to protect themselves a little better. But you're the boss so…" I pushed past him and back up to the camp to help get dinner cooking. It wasn't that late in the day, maybe only three or so, but it took a while to gather fresh ingredients, stuff that was safe to eat that we found in the forest. And then the fact we had to cook on an open fire and the number of people we had to feed, it would take a while until it was done.

I was sitting talking to Amy, she was a little younger than I was, she had just graduated college when everything happened. Her and Andrea were going on a road trip to have some sister time together when Dale found them on the side of the road. Their car had broken down on the side of the road when Dale came along and saved them from a group of walkers.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when there was a sudden rustling in the woods. The kids stopped playing, running to their mothers, and hiding behind them. I stood up from where I had been sitting and looked over at Shane. He had his shotgun in hand, and I pulled my own gun from the holster on my belt. More rustling came before two people, men, walked out carrying a string of squirrels each. My jaw dropped at who I was looking at.

"Holy shit! Would you look at that little brother, it's the bitch who put me behind bars!" I looked at Merle fucking Dixon with a glare. Everyone had backed up into a group and watched us. "Merle, I see you're still alive. I thought you would have overdosed by now or gotten yourself killed." He walked towards me and as he did I caught Daryl's eye. He looked at me with shock before it turned into hatred. Merle got in my face, "you little cunt, I outta kill you!" I pushed him back, "back off Merle."

"Or what…" he looked down at my badge and scoffed. "Detective." He turned to Daryl and scoffed out a laugh. "You believe this, little brother? Your little girlfriend here is a detective now." He turned to look at Daryl, but he had walked away to start on the squirrels he had. Merle turned back to me. He went to poke a finger in my chest, but I grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and kicked the back of his knees, making him drop to the ground.

"If you ever try to put your hands on me again, Dixon, I will not be afraid to feed you to the fucking walkers. Honestly, I'm surprised these nice people have agreed to let you join their group. I'm sure by now they all know what a racist, sexist, drug addict scumbag. Do they know that you were a suspect in a murder case? Hmm?" I looked at the group, the woman had shocked looks on their faces, pushing the children further behind them.

"Do maybe the charges of sexual assault, public indecency, armed robbery, car theft, drug, and DUI charges you have? No? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm sure they know you're an asshole, but I don't know what kind of person you really are." He tried to get out of my hold, and I twisted his arm more. "They let you in because you have the skills to hunt, which means that helps fee's people. But I'm not afraid to bet that your plan when you came by these nice people was to rob them blind overnight." I let go of him, pushing him forward into the dirt.

Shane looked at me with his brows raised, "You will know each other?" He asked. "You could say that, yeah. We all lived in the same town. Haven't seen them in years, though. The Dixon family doesn't have a good reputation. They were really tight with the police in town. Isn't that right, Daryl?! I'm just some pig!" Did I have a lot of hate and hurt in my heart right now at Daryl cutting me off the way he did? Yes. One hundred percent absolutely yes!

[twicesserafim]

"Back the fuck up."

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, alcohol, blood, smut and mentions murder.

(The japanese school system: Ages 15-16 (Hs1) Ages 16-17 (Hs2) Ages 17-18 (Hs3) So i'll use those terms)

...

You weren't.. new. But you definitely weren't one of the originals here, there's a group of 3's you've never seen around, but you've definitely heard about them. You've always been told they're the most attractive yet dangerous people in the school.

The group are most protective about their girls, so not only can no one join their group, everyone who has asked out or talked to one of the girls in that group was found dead the next morning.

You got to school later then usual, and it was the first time you saw them, there was no other way, you had to walk pass them. You hesitated but a girl looked over and raised an eyebrow. They were in the parking lot.

So they ride motorbikes, huh? "go ahead, darling. We dont bite, just don't look for too long, then maybe we will" Her voice was so.. you didn't have time to think, only rushing past them. "what was that?!" Another voice yelled as the girl from early.

She only puffed out a cloud of smoke and shrugged. "Come on, she's a 1. And i've seen her around, she's.. sweet." She's seen you around? You though. You've never seen her though.. Who was that?

You caught a glimpse of her license plate, or at least the motorbike she was leaning against.

"M. Kkura."

Kkura? was that her name? probably not, you thought for a bit as you sat down in class, her name was probably something like sakura. You've heard that was one of the names of the girls in their group.

But for some reason, you couldn't get her out of your head. So you asked one of your friends during break. "hey.. one of the 3's name is sakura, right?" They immediately panicked, placing a hand on your lips.

"no one other then her friends are aloud to call her that. You call her miyawaki and that's it." "is that her last name?" "no bitch it's her fucking- school id!" Your friend said back sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.

"how bad could they be?" "if you ever run into her, she always has a gun. They all do. That's how bad they are" "i had to walk pass them today, it was fine." "huh?" "yeah they-" "they let you walk pass?" you nodded.

"who let you?" "miyawaki..?" "she let you pass?!" "yes?" "she's never.. that's so weird?" "she said i was sweet.." "she what!?" "what! you keep whisper yelling and you're stressing me out!" "what did you say to her?!" "nothing!" "but she- try talking to her." "are you crazy? do you want me dead in a ditch tomorrow?"

"take your chances!" "ahem.." You heard a voice call out from behind you. Your friend immediately dropped everything she was holding and ran from dear life, as a hand made contact with your shoulder. "talking about me, darling?"

You didn't say anything as she raised an eyebrow. "you can talk, baby. i promise." she whispered, it was soft. Different, almost. "please? the rumours aren't all true i-" "kkura!" A yell was heard from outside the room.

Sakura immediately frowned and removed her hand, "i'll talk to you later, stay safe, okay?" You only nodded as she ran out, seemingly looking for her friends.

What the fuck is happening..

...

"ah! there she is." You were confused, it was people from the friend group you were talking about. The 3's. "you talked to sakura today, right?" you shook your head. "i didn't say anything" you mumbled.

"She touched you.. what did you do to her?" "i didn't do anything?" Someone grabbed your jaw and it wasn't a light grip, wincing at the pain. "you do know we have a rule, right? no one, talks to our girls, let alone touch them." "i didn't touch her" you managed to get out.

But quickly, you felt a sharp pain hit your stomach, okay woah, they weren't kidding, these people are strong. You heard a gun click before hurried footsteps. "stop it! what are you doing!?" You only whimpered.

She quickly removed the dude hand from your face. "what the fuck do you think you're doing!?" another voice entreated as sakura scoffed. "she didn't break any of the rules, didn't even open her mouth once. let her off." "what?"

"you got lucky." Another voice scoffed, hearing them walk away as you let out a cough. "breath, darling. are you okay?" you nodded, sakura pouted once more, rubbing your back, "i'm sorry i wasn't here sooner"

"i- can talk to you right?" She smiled, "you have a pretty voice, yes, you can." "are you 18?" "mhm" "ah.. i'm 16" "cute" "hm?" "your smile" Your eyes widened slightly, you've gotten that compliment a few times but it felt different coming from her.

"you know.. i've heard a few things about you, here and there. You can fight cant you? why didn't you try and fight your way out of that situation?" "uh.. they had guns, many of them." "oh right.. should i let you go? school was over like 30 minutes ago?"

"i mean i don't really have anything important so it doesn't matter?" Sakura nodded, pulling out a cigarette, placing it in her mouth and lighting it, you let out a small cough and scrunched up your nose in disgust. "sorry, sorry" she laughed.

"i don't mind it, it was just random and out of nowhere" "oh? you don't mind it?" "no? i don't really care, as long as you're not forcing it onto me, i don't mind." She looked at you for a few seconds. Rubbing the end of the cigarette on the floor before putting it back in the box.

"i can tell you don't like it, you don't mind but you also don't love it, do you?" you nodded. She hummed, putting the pack away and grabbing a vape instead. "wanna try?" you shook your head as she chuckled.

"you really aren't into what i'm into.. it's interesting.. yet refreshing. I like it" "what about-" "all the girls in this school have vaped, smoke and drunk at least once, and yes. Even your friends" "is it because you do this to them too?"

"no, of course not." "then why are you doing it to me?" Sakura sighed and just shrugged. "do you have a ride home?" "i was just gonna walk-" "hop on then, i'll take you home." "are you sure? i can just-" "please?"

You just complied, but before you got on, sakura stopped you, putting the jacket on you as well as her helmet. "now, if anything happens, the jacket will stop you from getting scratched, and the helmet obviously saves you" "what about you?" "im okay, trust me."

Did she really just give you her helmet and jacket?

...

You took the helmet off, placing it on her head, making sakura smile. "thanks, baby.. keep the jacket, you look cute in it" "but you-" "i have a lot more, don't worry about it" "what if you-" "it wouldn't be the first time i get scratched, plus i'm pretty good at driving this, don't worry."

You hesitated but she nodded, you were surprised, sakura waited for you to fully get into your house safely before leaving.

Why was she doing this so suddenly? And why couldn't you get her out of your head? why did you not want to leave her? Why do you keep smiling when you think of her, sighing. You put your hands in the pocket of the jacket.

Pulling out a piece of paper, thinking it was garbage but you paused and read it. "looking through my stuff, darling? kidding.. here's my number, text me, i probably miss you"

You just decided to take a shower before texting her.

...

y/n 🫶: hello?

Kkura: hii

y/n 🫶: you wanted me to text you?

Kkura: mhm, i miss you

y/n 🫶: you saw me like an hour ago

Kkura: are you doing anything right now?

y/n 🫶: nope

Kkura: can i pick you up? let's go to my place!

y/n 🫶: you live in a dorm, no?

Kkura: on weekdays, yes.

y/n 🫶: it's a wednesday

Kkura: i know?

y/n 🫶: your friends are gonna kill me :c

Kkura: fine, fine.. we can just go out?

y/n 🫶: you're not one to go out are you?

Kkura: when it's drinking, i'm down.

y/n 🫶: why don't you come over?

Kkura: what would your parents think?

y/n 🫶: you're pretty, take advantage of it.

Kkura: fine, fine.. i'll just wear sweats, no makeup.. act like i'm a good girl.

y/n 🫶: pft.. good girl and bad girl.. you still use those terms?

Kkura: shut up, y/nnn

y/n 🫶: you know my name?

Kkura: i said i heard about you a few times, no?

y/n 🫶: creep..

Kkura: baby, i can get you killed in seconds, watch it.

y/n 🫶: hey! >:c

Kkura: sorry! sorry, sorry.

y/n 🫶: meanie

Kkura: you're really cute

y/n 🫶: gonna cry in a corner now.

Kkura: no! i was joking, i'm sorryyyy. You don't get killed, no one's gonna touch you, ever. You're okay, trust me.

y/n 🫶: bleh :c

Kkura: im on my way, darling.

y/n 🫶: >:(

Kkura: im sorryyy :((

...

"y/n?" "yes?" "your friend is here!" you peeked outside your room, almost mesmerized by sakura. She wasn't lying, no makeup, sweats, and a smile on her face. You gulped and opened your door as she stepped in, immediately laying down on your bed.

"do you have cigarettes with you?" "no, i already made it look like i'm a good person, i'm not gonna mess it all up with cigarettes. I bought a vape with me, though." "of course you did" you laughed, locking the door.

"so.." "what do you wanna do?" "do you have games?" "you game?" you asked confused as sakura chuckled, "of course, darling" "then i have a few.. we can play"

...

"ah! hey! this is unfair" you huffed as she laughed, "let me win.." you whined as sakura smiled, "work for it, darling." "i've been trying! also.. can i call you something other then miyawaki?" She raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"call me anything you want" "well.. i guess i should say the same to you then" "and what if i wanna call you mine?" "what?" "there's a reason i'm nice to you, you know" "woah, wait. can you.. go at a slower pace? we just started talking today and i-"

She shushed you and nodded, "i knew you would say that, so it's okay-" "saku-chan, it's like 10, it's dark outside now" "can i stay here? please?" "overnight?" "yeah" "i.. fine.. but what clothes are you gonna wear tomorrow?"

"i always have jeans in my motorbike like the compartment area, i'll just take one of your t-shirts and you have a leather jacket right?" "i do but isn't like the biker style one" "yeah, it's just a straight jacket kinda, right?" you nodded.

"i'll wear that, i want you to keep my jacket." "okay"

...

You were watching a movie, sakura looked over at the time, it was nearing two in the morning, she suddenly felt a weight on the side of her body, you fell asleep. She held back a smile, pulling you closer, feeling the warmth of her body, you cuddle in close to her.

She rubbed your back comfortingly, drifting off the sleep after you. But before she did.. she didn't forget to take a picture of this moment.

...

You whined at the alarm as sakura groaned. "i fucking hate school" she mumbled as you chuckled. "can i go to the washroom first?" she asked as you nodded, you grabbed a spare toothbrush as she smiled. "thanks, doll."

Once she came out of the washroom, you went in, quickly changing, brushing your teeth, doing your hair, and washing your face.

You walked out to sakura already changed, doing her makeup. "how are you that awake to do your makeup" you muttered making sakura giggle. "i'm not sure, i guess i'm just used to it" "i just concealer, mascara and call it a day" "i've seen you with makeup before though, like fully."

"have you?" "yeah, i ran into you at a store once" "oh?" "anyways.. want me to do your makeup too?" you shook your head. "i'm good" "okay, suit yourself.. wear my jacket" sakura muttered. You grabbed her jacket, putting it on, zipping it half way up and putting a few chains as well as rings on.

You placed a hat on top of your head and airpods in, you put your bag on too as sakura smiled, getting up and grabbing your jacket, putting it on as the two of you walked out of your room. "should i walk to school? your bike-"

Sakura immediately shook her head, "no, get on" "but-" "get on, y/n" she whined as you held back a smile and got on, "hold me" she whispered, you complied wrapping your arms around her waist, she started the bike and immediately started riding it to the school.

A few people noticed but didn't realize who you were, once the bike was parked, sakura made sure you got off properly before getting off. She took her helmet off and took the one of your head off too.

"go to class, you're gonna be late" she muttered, you nodded, going to your classes without hesitation. "baby, don't be scared. okay?" sakura whispered to you softly as you hummed. "you have my number, if you feel threatened, text me."

"okay" "good, now go"

...

"why are you wearing a racer jacket?" "uh.. fashion?" "pink, white and black.. pink? i've never seen you wear pink before." "it's a change" "mhm..?" you friends hummed unconvinced as you sighed.

"plus it looks really familiar like-" her voice was cut off by a voice from behind you. "hey" you jumped slightly and stopped your friends from running away. "you really need to stop scaring me" you whispered, leaning your head back against sakuras stomach.

She shrugged, putting her hands on both sides of your face and lightly scratching your neck with her nails, you eyes closed shut as you mumbled. "that feels good" "does it?" she whispered back as you nodded. She only kissed the top of your head.

"then i'll do it more later, did you buy food yet?" you shook your head. "are you hungry? let me get you something" sakura said, your friend and the whole cafeteria watched in shock at how soft sakura was for you.

"i'm okay" "are you sure?" "mhm" Sakura finally looked up, glaring at everyone, making them turn their head back to their food. "start talking again and mind your own fucking business." "be nice." "sorry, baby" she pouted.

"i have to go, i'll text you after lunch, okay? can i take you home again?" you nodded. "good, see you!" "bye, saku-chan" "bye, darling."

"since when the fuck.." "that's where the jacket came from!" "you're dating miyawaki?!" "we aren't dating" "she isn't that soft with anyone." "so?" "oh my fucking god, y/n.."

...

You were just at the basketball court with your friends, only sitting on the bleachers and laughing. Until you were pulled down, a guy started trying to convince you to go out with him. Your friends were gonna step in, just realizing he not only had a knife, but also a gun.

They couldn't. You gulped and pressed a few things on your phone, since you had your airpods in. You just had to pray you were dialling the right person. "baby? i'm busy right now can i-" She stopped talking and listened to the man talk to you.

"hum if he's armed with a gun" you let out a small hum as sakura groaned. "shit. where are you?" "basketball.." "our school?" you hummed again. Sakura sighed, "i'm on my way, but if something happens, please be ready to fight."

You gulped as the line went dead, the guy was getting closer and closer, until another guy showed up, both of them cornering you before you heard the voice you were hoping to hear this whole time. "back the fuck up."

They were 2's, they knew that voice. Not even hesitating, the dropped their weapons and ran. Sakura pulled you into her arms, your friends watched in shock. "are you okay? they didn't hurt you right?" "what took you so long.."

"i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry.. i was.. doing something" You looked down and your eyes widened. "your hands.." Sakura gulped. "why are the covered in blood?" "you know what i do, why are you asking?" "why?"

"they.. it was revenge" You let out a shaky breath as she pouted. "are you mad at me?" you shook your head, "no, i know what you do and i don't know why i wasn't expecting this day to come this early.." "i'm sorry, i wasn't expecting it either.."

"can we go home?" Her heart skipped a beat. 'we'? 'home'? whose home? "of course, baby." she whispered, pulling you to her motorbike. You turned to the group that was laughing and talking about you and sakura on the bleachers, you rolled your eyes and smiled.

"i'll talk to you tomorrow" "yeah, yeah, just focus on your girlfriend for now" "not my girlfriend!" "yet" sakura mumbled, placing the helmet on you, as you got on.

...

it's been a few months since then and sakura's friends have finally come around. And you're now officially dating The whole school knows about it and no one dares to mess with you either, but everyone has also realized how sakura had gotten nicer.

So i guess it was a positive change. "baby" sakura whined as you turned around. She kissed your cheek and muttered, "i missed you" "i was only gone for a week, it was a one week field trip" "so? i missed you." she mumbled, connecting your lips.

You laughed against her lips making sakura smile. "can you come over?" "and get killed?" you joked as she giggled. "sure. i'll eat you alive" you raised an eyebrow as she smirked. "looking forward to it.. now go to your last class" She muttered.

"horny" you mumbled back, making sakura shrug and roll her eyes, "only for you" "good"

...

You broke one of sakuras gaming controllers while she was out but you had already bought her a new one, the latest one that just dropped. But before you could tell her you got her the new one, you knew she would be mad.

Sakura spotted the controlled broken into pieces as she gasped. "why is my controller on the ground?" she asked, picking up the piece and walking out to the living room, where you were doing the school work.

You were doing it for both you and sakura, so she wouldn’t fail, although she's a 3 and you're a 1, so it was pretty hard for you but you tried and she always appreciated you for that, because she would never do her work.

"the cat did it, she yelped and then i heard your pink controller fall off" "how can it be? i didn't even say which one it was, how do you know?" "because i saw- no, i heard it just now" "the cabinet is so high! how did the cat get up there?!"

Sakura's voice changed as your eyes widened slightly, "don't be so angry, i didn't do it" which is partially, true. The cat did knock it off, so it already broke, but you hit it while walking, breaking it further.

"if you did it just tell me, for christ sake, y/n! you broke my controller! i got this like- 4 months ago! it's my newest one!" "it wasn't me" "you know i hate people that lie right? liars are the worst." "i didn't lie, mimi (the cat) broke it, not me"

"this was high up and it's pretty heavy, how did mimi move it? did she grow wings and fly up!?" she raised her voice a little more then she didn't earlier, keeping her voice at a pretty loud volume. "even if you didn't do it, you should still pick it up when you see it! why won't you look me in the eyes dammit!"

"you're mad! i don't wanna look at your eyes when you're angry." "i know it wasn't the cat, so why are you lying to me? just tell me the fucking truth, you idiot" "it wasn't me!" "wether you broke it or not you should at least pick it up! just put it on the ground like this? jeez."

She walked out of the room where the controller was broken and looked at you, realizing you were teary eyed, "what? what's wrong?" but her voice was concerned, it was still scolding. "i'm sorry"

"no, i'm not like- it's not-" she sighed before rubbing her hands over her face. "i'm angry because i think you're lying, and it's my newest one, i don't make much and it cost a lot, you know?" she mumbled.

Sitting down next to you, her voice was slightly quieter but it was still quite stern. she used the back of her hand to wipe your tears, "listen i'm not mad- i just- you're making this hard for me." Sakura said before pulling you into her arms.

You cried into her neck as she sighed, rubbing your back a bit, "i don't blame you anymore, okay?" You pulled away and reached down to the side, grabbing the new controlled you had bought, you passed it to her.

"i bought you a new one after i broke it, i didn't wanna make you angry i just-" her jaw dropped at the controller. A huge guilt hitting her as she frowned. Putting the controller beside her and pulling you back in her arms.

"shit, i'm sorry. it's my fault, okay? it's my fault, don't cry, i won't raise my voice at you again, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i won't yell at you ever again, don't cry, baby please. i won't scold you again, i won't be angry with you anymore, okay?"

You nodded as she pulled away, kissing the top of your head and caressing your cheek, "i'm not mad, okay? i'm sorry for yelling at you" you nodded and mumbled, "i'm sorry for breaking your controller" "did the cat really do it?"

"yeah, she hit it off the desk" "im sorry for not trusting you" she muttered, "don't yell at me again" "i promise, you have my word." you nodded again as she looked at the controller, "this released like 2 days ago, you got it for me?"

"yeah" she sighed again before holding you tightly, kissing the top of your head once more, "i really don't deserve you. i love you more then anything" sakura whispered, before leaving a kiss on your lips, "and i'm very sorry for yelling at you, it won't happen again"

You hummed against her lips as she continued to kiss you. "i love you" "i love you too"

...

You were just scrolling on social media and showed sakura a photo, "baby, let me do this to you" "no way" "yes way, red or pink?" "red, whatever" you chuckled as put on a red lipgloss, leaving small kisses all over her face and neck.

Sakura ended up just holding onto your waist and letting out a shaky breath, moaning when you kissed her soft spot on her neck. "yes.." You pulled away and chuckled, wiping the rest of the lipgloss off of your lips and looking at the kiss marks all over her.

"cute" you mumbled as sakura shrugged, "whatever makes you happy" you chuckled and pointed at one of the shirts in her closet, sakura nodded, "it would look good, so sure."

You did the same thing with the shirt, leaving kisses here and there, one of the collar, a few on the front, one or two on the sleeves, and some on the back. "good?" you asked as she nodded. "yeah, now i can wear your kiss whenever" "ew, never say that again"

Sakura laughed and nodded, "yes ma'am" "love you" "love you more, baby."

[localcryptidinthewoods]

what songs do you associate with each of the Divine Warriors?

i have playlists for all of them but i’m only gonna use the ones that remind me of them the most (and a reason why)

also i do talk about cannibalism and some other gruesome + toxic stuff in this post so read at ur own discretion :3

Irene - Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Like I mentioned in my last post, Irene is fucked up, and she knows it. She knows the things she does are not okay and down right awful in some cases, she knows shes not a sweet girl like many thinks she is, and she dosent care. Shes a walking red flag telling you shes a red flag. I feel like everytime she meets someone that she gets intrested in (example, the divine warriors) she always comments how she will ruin them if they stay, warning them of who she really is but they never really lisent till it’s too late.

enki - Cassandra by Florence + The Machine. Enki is full of tragedy, thats not even a question. She exists in the cursed form that he is in order to pay for her mothers sins of cannabalism. Not only that but Enki has the ability of being able to look into the future aka being an oracle. No one believes Enki because they(the mass populace of where he lives) think of them as a monster born of evil. Enki has these haunting visions of the darkness in the world, the good, the bad, and no one belives them because of the fact they were cursed. The entire song is just so aaugh and reminds me on Enki so much.

shad - I, Carrion (Icarion) by Hozier. Shad in my rewrite has been becoming a very melancholic person. Someone who wants and longs but cannot give in to those feelings. Someone who is curious from a place of genuine intrest, unlike irenes often cruel curiosity. The song is a love song, its about finding someone who seems to change the world for you, in Shads case it being Irene and then the divine warriors, and wanting to lean on that feeling but knowing that you could also fall because of it, but willingly to balance both possibilities and taking the risk, which is when the start of Shads ‘downfall’ starts, with taking the risk for the sake of love.

esmund - Wait by the River by Lord Huron. from the start of the song, it talks about waiting for someone till you are dead and gone. Esmund is an incredibly loyal man, he lisents to orders and obeys them because of the love he has for the divine warriors. They are his family now. In my rewrite he gets asked to stay behind and protect some people, and he does, but the only person who comes back is Enki.

kul’zak - rule #14 - Fiddler’s Heart. Kul’Zak is, ofcourse, a nomad. He’s never really settled down anymore, not even after he first met irene. The two of them would travel from place to place, Kul’Zak playing his fiddle and instruments like the bard he was and irene joined in, singing with him or dancing to his music all while exploring the different sides of humanity and learning about people and what makes them tick. Kul’Zak is a bard and a flirt, the type of guy who would never willingly settle down with anyone because he would much rather continue to explore till the end of his days.

menphia - burn your village by kiki rockwell. menphia is, for lack of better word, a bad bitch. she is deadly, she is precise and she does not mess around. she is not your martyr, she is not the sacrifical lamb and she makes sure that is clear. menphia is a highly trained killer, and a ruthless one too. she fights for what she wants to fight for, and she’s just as much as a wild card as irene when it comes to trying to figure out her true intentions.

[thefandomdirtymind]

The nostalgia of the half-fox

Part 1- part 2

ee Rang 

Tales of the Nine Tailed

A/N IMPORTANT: The story happen few years before the event of Tales of the Nine Tailed, Rang have rescued Yu-Ri but nothing from the show had happen yet. 

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.   

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Fate is a bitch, a twisted, cruel, vengeful bitch and she likes to play dirty.

Your fist lifted in the air at only a few inches of the metal panel, you hesitated, asking yourself for the thousandth time, time you didn’t have, why, of all the safer places in Seoul you could’ve ended up, you did find yourself in front of that door.

It wasn't a good place for you, not a friendly space where you could lick your wounds in peace. But, as your blood was dripping on the floor, staining the gray carpet of the hall you knew you didn’t have much time left to decide and you had to make your move before fate decided to do it for you.

And like an asshole she outplayed you.

“ Will you bleed to death in front of my door or will you ask for my help ? “ A masculine voice demands.

“ I’m still undecided, dying here or inside, it’s the to be or not to be questioned all over again” You respond, your gaze still trying to stay focused as your vision slowly becomes a blur.

Lifting your gaze to meet him, you sigh at the realization that your legendary sharp senses were starting slowly to betray you one by one.

Standing casually in the frame of the door you didn’t hear open, Lee Rang was looking at you, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

“ How will you get out of this situation now ? Foxes aren’t like cat Y/N, don’t confuse your tails with your numbers of life. Choose, come in or stay outside”

But the darkness welcomed you first.

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                                                          -1-

You knew it was a trap.

Bad luck spirits would never leave a crowded place where they can eat bad energy as much as they want, or use the protection of the public's eyes, to wander suddenly in a deserted construction site.

After three hundred years as an agent of the underworld, you should have trusted your guts and called some help, but like the big nine tailed fox you are, you didn't.

A group of spirits wasn’t so uncommon but,  as much as you had hated to admit to yourself, the varieties of spirits who had surrounded you were clearly at your disadvantage and they knew it.

Even armed with your underworld sword. The fight, for both sides, had been hard, making you use a fair amount of technique and expertise. Atlas, as you watched the last member of the gang run away, your wound already hurting like hell and the poison of the snake spirit rushing in your veins, you knew that battle didn't truly have a winner.

Because a winner didn't leave a battle with an enemy to knock on the door of another.

You didn't know what you were thinking when you ended up on his doorstep. Only that, as much fate is a bitch, nostalgia has also his part to play and you wanted, for your death, one last venomous exchange with the brunette, no more no less.

As the cold embrace of darkness hugged you, you had the thought that, for once, Fate was in a good mood as she agreed to those few last words. But, like the life guideline cosmos, you didn't think that is sister, Destiny, would like too, to play his part.

—-

The sun was filtered by the hundred leaves above your head. The wind, delicate like a touch, was carrying the fresh scent of the waterfall and your favorite flowers. Behind you, you could hear the sound of his footsteps as he purchased you, making you scream and laugh as his arms finally reached your waist, promising you to never let you go.  

Your head was hurting, your body too warm to be comfortable and the light in the room way too bright.

The light ?

Opening your eyes, trying to acclimate your vision to the sunlight coming by the large windows, you slowly lift yourself, unsure of your exact location, neither of how you could have ended up in a room looking like a luxurious hotel room.

The last memory you had was delivering your last breath and the voice of Lee Rang close to your ear calling your name.

So where, since you were supposed to be dead, did you wake up ?

You were pretty sure too that Ms.Taluipa would never use her influence to change something as important as the date of your death. It wasn't that the old lady dislikes you in any form, more like she knows that her duty is more important than her employer and poor husband. Or at least, it is what you like to comfort you with when, after a hard mission, she simply gives you another task and screams at you about being hurt like a newbie.

" You're awake, wonderful."

Jumping in the bed, scared by the fact that you didn't hear any footsteps coming, you stare at the young woman who, with caution, approaches you with a steaming bowl of soup and chopstick in her hands.

" Who are you, no where am I, When did I…No why I didn't hear you coming ? " You couldn't help yourself to ask. Being scared wasn't in your nature, not anymore, but as the confusion was clouding your mind, the fear was also making you curious and clumsy.

" Oh, he told me that you might be confused, irritable,or even mean when you wake up. But that's okay, I had been there too. My name is Ki Yu-Ri. Nice to meet you. " She replied. " Mister Lee Rang said that your senses had been affected by the poison, you will recover them gradually."

So, it was where you are. You didn't enter on your own will but he had decided for you, and apparently succeed to keep you alive.  

" Lee Rang saved me… of his own initiative ?" You asked, unsure if you should trust her or should run as quickly as possible. If it was true that Lee Rang helped you, it was probably not by generosity.  

"Yes of my own initiative, I am still in debate with myself if I should make you pay the price of my ruined shirt or kill you myself after bringing you back from the dead. That snake spirit, apparently, couldn't die and let me take his antidote pouch without bleeding on my suit. I hope you had some emergency fund, it will cost you"

Lifting your gaze to meet his casual form standing against the doorframe. You forced yourself to stay still, all your functional senses in alert, taking small but deep breaths.

" I’m truly sorry if my survival ruins one of your suits, send me the bill and I will refund you with a thank you note" You reply sarcastically, pressing your hand again your forehead trying to calm the heavy headache " If you excuse me, the meal look delicious but I will go now "

Trying to exit the bed without questioning yourself about the large shirt you were wearing instead of your previous clothes, and without knocking down the bowl, the clearly mixed emotions Yu-ri had brought you. You sadly managed to make only a few steps before falling on your knees, your blurry vision focused on Lee Rang, clearly unimpressed.

" Here you are again, pushing yourself too hard. '' He said in a murmur, lifting you in his arms, returning you to the warm comfort of the bed. " I will not be nice forever, I want to have my bed back, so stop being stubborn, eat, sleep and heal fast"

Closing your eyes, ashamed of the weak state of your body you softly curse, unable to believe the situation you had put yourself into.

"You should have let me die" You finally said.

" I only do it because it seems like a good way to pay that old debt I owe you" Rang said, heading to the door, Yu-Ri on his heels.  

" I never ask you to repay that " You replied, your traitor heart now joining your head in a devilish hurt duo. " You were the one who insisted "

" I know. We were young and now I have to pay for it " He coldly answered, his hand resting on the door knob, a flaming fox promise ring burning on his finger. A promise he made to you long ago.

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[fastlikealambo]

link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

link to chapter three.

link to chapter four.

link to chapter five.

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 6 

who’s ready for a tragic backstory? see if you can spot the  not obvious at all cameo and as always, thank you for reading! 

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence,  gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink,  childhood trauma,  smut to end all smut,  hawkins indiana is a warning to me.  

minors dni, I check.

Somehow in the middle of his explanation of another dimension, you fell asleep, a good thankfully dreamless sleep, the kind that leaves marks on your face and drool on your pillow.  Any idea you had of sneaking out and leaving a thank you note for Eddie evaporated with the smell of breakfast and the sounds of Headbanger’s Ball on low in the background. 

You’re definitely feeling the effects of yesterday’s escapades, everything aches before you even open your eyes but politeness has you sitting up with a groan, folding up the blankets and collecting pillows.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Eddie’s head pokes from out of the kitchen.

“Eddie thank you for everything you’ve done for me but-

“How about you finish that sentence after you’ve eaten and not pant less in the back of a Hawkins cab?” 

You had forgotten about that part of the equation.

“Your clothes had blood and bat guts on them and are in the dryer. It’ll be another fifteen minutes which gives you plenty of time to think of another excuse to leave that I'm going to pretend not to hear so why don’t we do that over eggs?” He asks, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, spatula in one hand, cigarette in the other.

You give in, yet again.

Why the hell is it so hard to say no to this man?

“Can I help at all?”

“Yes, by sitting back down.”

And you’re back down again as he brings in two plates of eggs and bacon, sitting one down in front of you.  You devour it, listening to him finish his explanation of the upside down, and a strange feeling washes over you, it’s a solid and warm feeling throughout your whole body, and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Comfort.

A feeling you should definitely not be having while not wearing pants in the presence of one of your students’ parents.

“So what happened to the openings, these gates to the upside down?”

“They were closed by Eleven and any trace of them disappeared after Vecna died. If someone’s in there now it’s because they reopened the gates themselves which is bad or Vecna has come back and taken them which is also very bad.”

“And the people who cleared your name? Can they help?”

“I wouldn’t know where to find them or if they’re still around.”

“ Well that settles it, you and Rosie pack up and leave town. I’ll need a map of where those murders took place and if these gates are open, I will get whoever’s in there out and close them.” You said quite simply. Eddie drops his fork and stares at you in that way you’re not supposed to like again.

“What?”

“You just learned of another dimension, the monster that runs it and the monsters that guard it two minutes ago and you want to head into battle, alone, right now?  Rosie was right, you are brave.”

“I’m a teacher, there’s nothing I can’t handle. So I’m going to need my pants and a map Mr. Munson, preferably in that order. I’ll help you pack, it’s the least I can do.” You say, standing to your feet, only to groan and crumble back on the couch.

“While I don’t doubt you could make Vecna your bitch, maybe you should rest up first. And if you think I’m going to let you go up against this by yourself, then you don’t know me very well.”

“I um, don’t you know very well.”

“I’m not running away this time. If Vecna is back, nowhere is safe for my daughter.  This needs to end once and for all so whatever it takes, how ever long it takes, I’m will destroy him, I will make him-

A ding interrupts his epic speech.

“Laundry’s done!”

He runs out of the room,returning with your clothes, clean, folded, and lightly stained pink.

“Sorry, I was washing some of Rosie’s things with yours. I’ll just turn around here.” He mumbles, turning around, hands over his eyes as you achingly slip into your pants.  Your shirt is half way on before you stop.

“I can feel you staring at me, Eddie.”

“I’m sorry, I just-

He’s behind you now, breath hitching, hands hover your scars on your back.

“Who did this to you?”

You slowly back into him and he hugs you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

“If I tell you the truth about me, will you keep it a secret? If I tell you everything, will you keep it safe? Is my truth safe with you?” You whisper.  

He gently turns you around to face him.

“ You’re safe with me.”

“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You’re wrapped back up in a blanket on the couch, nervously picking at the threads but an encouraging look from Eddie makes you take a deep breath and begin.

“ I guess I should start by saying that the name you know me by isn’t my real name. I don’t know my real name, where I was born, anything like that. All of that was taken from me by a woman, a scientist I’ve only known as Mama.  She was a part of a research group that sought to develop mind control techniques but when that experiment went south, she stole several children from her research partner to begin her own trials into creating the perfect weapon.”

“Do you know who her research partner was?”

“No, she never said it.  Within a year of leaving her research partner, most of the children died as a result of her experimentation methods or were killed when her research partner finally caught up with her.  She needed new subjects that she could mold in her image, that were untainted by her research partner, that would be completely dependent on her.”

“ You.”

“I don’t know how she got me, all of my earliest memories are with her. There were ten of us in total, raised in isolation in the mountains. She told us that our powers were a gift from God and that only with her guidance, her love, could we fulfill our purpose. And I believed her every word.”

“You were just a kid.”

“But I didn’t question it.  She did horrible things to us, broke our bodies to find the limits of our powers and push past them, and I thought she did this out of love.  By the time I was sixteen, she no longer had the money to keep the place she held us in as secure as it once was and those of us who couldn’t stand the physical effects of her work got sick and died. She was growing desperate, her hold over all of us started to break, and then one night, the outside world finally caught up with us.’

“How?”

“ A hiker had gotten lost and somehow ended up near us, all he needed was directions and he would have left us alone. When she asked me to kill him, I refused, so she killed him and made me watch.  She was so angry, distracted by the hiker, she had forgotten to put the security system in place. While Mama buried the body, we escaped. Or rather they escaped, Mama caught me and- “ You don’t finish the sentence, hands shaking and it’s Eddie’s turn to hold them.

“Is that how you got those scars?”

You nod.

“She must have pushed my body too far because all I remember is waking up to our home on fire, her on fire. I couldn’t stop it, I just ran.  Started over, went to school, never stayed in one place for too long. Somewhere I  found out a certain off brand pain med could suppress my powers and I could live something close to a normal life. Hawkins Elementary School was down a kindergarten teacher and that’s how I got here.  This is the part where you sneak into the other room and call the FBI.” You finally finished.

 This is it, you’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop since you ran.  You don’t blame him, he has Rosie to think of and a town that already hates him for no reason, he doesn’t need your mess.  Maybe you can find a way to close the gates before the government or Mama gets here.

“Is it okay if I hold you?” Eddie asked, arms open, nervous.

You’re not sure how to do this, you knew how to comfort your students when they were sad or mad or confused, you knew how to resolve conflict in classrooms, but this kind of wanting, this outpouring of kindness, solace in the aftermath of suffering is foreign to you.   You used to wonder when it would be your turn for a sliver of true peace and here it is right in front of you, ready and waiting.

All you have to do is surrender.

And you do, turning yourself over to Eddie, letting him settle you in his embrace, his voice low and soothing in your ears. Nearly three decades worth of tears are shed right then and there on this poor man but he doesn’t falter, just cradles you that much closer, rubbing circles in your back. 

“ You’re okay, you’re okay, whatever you need, I’m right here. Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m-

A banging on Eddie’s apartment door makes you both jump apart.

“Open the door you fucking freak! I know you have something to do with this!”  The voice screams, rattling the door handle for good measure. 

Wait a minute, you know that voice.

Principal Carver.

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I want some Tim angst. Like break my heart after a bad break up.

Oki I tried my best I hope it works❤️🫵

TIM(masky) X READER

The break up

During one fight,you try to leave,masky decides that no h don’t

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He was always a short tempered man.

Nevertheless you stayed,helping him, this time it was different.

The fight was loud echoing the the house, you grabed your phone and some easy noodles and stuffed them in to a bag,knowing you were not comback this time, he hated confrontation yet he loved confrontating you about everything,didn’t take the trash out? Your fault

You had to tell him off, he never paid attention to you like he did before,before he was sweet,loving,but after he started smoking and drinking, you got more and more alone,there were no more cuddles,no kisses and the intimacy had disappeared.

You knew it was over when “baby💋” called his phone at 3 in the night, you knew there was no more excuses,no more lies and no more love,your relationship died

You knew about him It was a hush hush topic,nothing do discuss or talk about,you didn’t know much,but you did know,he did not like you,you were the last thing keeping him from having full control of Tim,the last bit of humanity in that man’s body.

His last hope

Slamming the door behind you you walk out in the pouring rain,standing on the porch in the rainy woods,the smell of cigarettes and booze was present in the air,this was his smoking area,right outside the kitchen window,he loved to watch you cook,when you used to.

Tim followed after,cigarette in hand,the look in his eyes were a mix of anger and frustration,in those eyes you once loved was a hint of fear

Of losing you, the last person who loved him more than a Comrade or a friend,you were more than a fling and more than a friend you were-

A partner, a lover, something to be protected and cherished.

You were more than that even

You were his lover

Throwing your bag in to the car,the smell of old car and slight blood creeping in to your nose,the radio stoped working years ago,starting the car and getting ready to leave you turn your head one last time,to the place you call home,the place that was your home, the door to the cabin was closed he was gone

You start driving down the street surrounded by forest and the echoes of birds,the muddy ground making the car slower,suddenly a man in the middle of the road makes you step on the breaks, a man in the rain with a crowbar looks up at you,you recognise that mask anywhere,that was your man wait-

no this was not Tim

This was masky

He held a crowbar and walked towards the car ,you tried backing away but the car got stuck in the mud ,masky went up to the window

Looking in to his eyes all sincerity,all love, all Tim’s feelings were gone,the window shattered and masky grabed your hair and dragged you out, the splinters of glass from the window ripping through your skin.

Laying on the muddy ground you look up at you lover,your beautiful man, his hands shaking holding the crowbar over his head.

In his eyes thru the mask you promise you could see a bit of Tim looking back at you with guilt in his eyes,trying to keep masky from going to far.

“He won’t let you live,I’m sorry”

Your paniked eyes quickly searched for an explanation to his words, looking in the woods,the tall faceless man explained everything you needed,your eyes relaxing you breath out a small breath and you murmured a quick but love filled

“I love you”

With a fast motion he brung the crowbar down on your head,your lifeless body,cold and unbothered

“I love you too”

The place you called home,now your forever home

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Sorry if this was bad ! It’s my first writing angst and I hope ur Oki bc this shit made even me cry(idk I’m a sensitive bitch) plz give feedback!❤️❤️❤️ and as we say in Sweden

Jag älskar er alla och tack för era fina ord❤️❤️