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teyamsgrl · 9 months

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Hi guurl, how you doing? good?

SO .. as a girl who obsessed with Neteyam ! I need to request you this ><

How about reader gives birth to twins! tow boys!

they became 14 YO .. they are famous in the clan because no one gives birth to twins before and they are always in troubles and the clan used to it lol

love your writing btw 💋🫂💋🫂..

hiiiiii i'm doing well, and thank you for the request! i love dad!neteyam and i think this is such a cute idea, i'm so excited to write it! and thank you i'm so glad you enjoy my fics! 🥰

i've restructured the storyline of atwow happenings for this - when lo'ak, spider, kiri and tuk encounter recom at the old shack, i'm making it that they never leave for awa'atlu, but rather spider just gets kidnapped. it'll make sense in the fic!!

p.s: so sorry for taking forever to complete this i feel terrible 😭 life def got in the way of everything including my writing which is so unfortunate BUT IM COMING BACK I SWEAR

troublemakers ✧ neteyam

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, mom!reader, agedup!neteyam, dad!neteyam, mention of pregnant!kiri, mention of children/parenting, mention of spider being taken by recom - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

as you sit on the floor of your hut weaving a basket for kiri as a pregnancy gift, you look up as you hear someone else enter your space. "hey, love" neteyam says, squatting down in front of you and examining your handiwork. "looks great, she will love it" you smile up at him and reach for his hands, dropping the basket from your grasp. "thank you, i really hope so.. she made me such a beautiful one while i was pregnant with the boys" your eyes glance over to said basket that rests atop the table across the hut, "speaking of, have you seen them?" you ask your husband.

"not for a while, i saw them while i was visiting my mom then they headed out towards... fuck i know exactly where they were going!" neteyam shoots up from his squatting position in front of you, holding a hand out to help you up. "old shack?" you question, grabbing a hold of his hand and heading towards the entrance of your hut. "definitely... they're gonna hear it from me" you two start to walk deeper into the forest, following the familiar trail towards the old shack. "ma'teyam... don't give them too much trouble, don't you remember when we used to sneak out here too?" a purple hue fills neteyam's cheeks as he recalls your younger times, squeezing your hand tightly as if to agree with you without words.

as you approach the shack, you instantly recognize the sounds of your sons; them arguing with each other was often a common occurrence. "stop being such an asshole! give me it!" mar'ue scolds his brother, chasing him around the old shack. "no! you'll have to catch me first!" kal'el taunts back, climbing on top of the shack. once they come into your view, you and neteyam squat behind some of the large foliage surrounding the area. you start to giggle as you watch them, a giggle also escaping at the protective look in your husband's eyes. he was quite the emulation of his father, always wanting his family to be safe and therefore expecting them to listen to instruction. your boys were quite the opposite of neteyam in this sense, they loved to mess around and constantly looked for trouble.

once mar'ue jumped on top of the shack as well, the boys instantly started to wrestle each other for whatever item kal'el was holding captive. they were hissing and growling at one another, lanky bodies rolling around atop the dilapidated shack. you watch as they get dangerously close to the edge of the shack, neteyam lunging forward to make himself known. "what brings you two out here? huh?" he questions, crossing his arms across his chest. you bite back a smile as you emerge from the plants as well, watching your boys freeze in surprise at the sudden presence of their dad. "w-well-" "it was his idea!" kal'el blurts, pointing to his brother. if looks could kill, your son would've been done for. "are you fucking serious-" "hey! watch your mouth" neteyam scolds, gesturing for them to come down. you smile at them as they head towards you both, leaning to hug neteyam's arm.

"what have i said about this place?" neteyam stares them down as they shift around under his gaze. "not to come out here..." they mumble in unison. "exactly. i wasn't allowed out here, and neither are you two. you have no idea how dangerous this place can be!" you rub neteyam's arm, trying to encourage him to calm down on the boys a bit. you knew what happened with spider back then still affected him, even though his adoptive brother has been home for a long time now. "you boys have to understand why your dad is so against you both being out here..." you squeeze neteyam's arm before continuing, "you know how uncle spider was away from home for a bit when your dad was younger?" you watch as your sons nod, curious as to what you'll say. the incident was hardly ever talked about as it was hard for everyone, especially spider. "well, it happened here. the sky people took your uncle spider right here, and kept him from home for a long time. not only is this a sensitive place for your dad, but it is risky to be out here. sky people are still coming to pandora and there is always a risk, especially in places they've visited before. i know it's fun to come out here and it feels exciting to go behind your dad's back, but this can be a scary place..." you trail off as the boys' faces fill with guilt, eyes locking on their dad.

neteyam lets out a heavy sigh after your words, moving to wrap his arm tightly around your waist. "i'm sorry, dad.." mar'ue says, looking for his brother to repeat the words. "me too, we didn't know, it won't happen again..." kal'el steps closer, coming to hug his dad on his free side. neteyam pulls him in tight, "it's okay, son. you were right, you didn't know" he rubs kal'el's shoulder before pulling mar'ue in too. you smile and make it a group hug, happy that the boys understand. "now go on, there's still hours until dinner, have some fun elsewhere" neteyam sends them on their way, chuckling as they run off towards the nearby pond. neteyam then wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his front. "you're so amazing.." he whispers, lips ghosting over yours. "i could say the same to you, muntxatan.. our boys truly look up to you" you press a kiss to his lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. he hums into it, hands trailing up and down your back.

"thank you for explaining it to them.. it wasn't fair for me to get so mad at them without explaining why" he whispers, one hand coming to push a braid behind your ear. "it's okay, it's not an easy topic for you or anyone in your family for that matter, it isn't just something you can effortlessly talk about" you whisper back, leaning into his hand. he nods at your words, pulling your head close so he can press his lips to your forehead.

you two head back to the village holding hands, delightfully in love just as you were years ago.

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phyrestartr · 9 months

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HOUND pt.2 | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 2 W/C: 2.7k | Part 2 of 2

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: AAAAH ok it's done and now I can struggle to finish my other fics instead asjdkf;weiafjf

Miguel couldn’t recall what happened after that. The noises outside the door, the wet sloshing of viscera and pained outcries echoed faintly in the black corners of his mind, but nothing else. Nothing about how he got out of that room. Nothing about what had attacked him. Nothing about where you had gone.

The mystery led him to reviewing the footage. The security cameras were set in each room, only to be accessed in times where someone was suspected to be infected and other suspicious situations. He found the moments leading up to everything, the moment you pushed him against the wall, when you started taking off the vest, when you threw Miguel into the bathroom and forced the door closed with brute strength.

What followed was unbearable. The thing, now confirmed to have been one of your kind, rippled with overwhelming, excruciating power. You couldn’t square up with it fairly, but you were smart and fast, hitting when it really counted and pulling the trigger only when you knew it’d strike true. But the problem was its objective; the entire fight, Miguel realized, was a contest for the bathroom door. The monster didn’t care about you. You weren’t its target. It was going for him.

But it didn’t show you any mercy. It tore chunks out of you, shattered your ribs, broke whatever part of you it touched until you’d put it down for good with a full mag into its soft, melted skull. You staggered backwards, feeling behind you for the cool touch of the door before you collapsed against it, trying to stay standing despite it all. It was hard to watch. To see someone suffering and still fighting the good fight even though they’d already lost in order to win.

You eventually crumbled and held what was left of your stomach and chest as you heaved in air. Loud sounds, like a wooden train whistle, hissed through the gaps left between your exposed ribs and the holes in your tattered lungs time after time, breath after breath, up until the EMTs arrived; you scrambled to get up, nearly spilling your guts and breaking off a leg before a tranquilizer hit you, and put you down.

After that, you’d been carted off, and Miguel stepped out of the bathroom moments later, shaken and confused. Gabe showed up, thank God, and the thing that’d started all the bullshit was dead, but he couldn’t help the lingering tendrils of paranoia stitching the muscles taut in his shoulders. Then, and now.

He needed to see you for himself.

“Listen, listen, it’s suuuper nice that you suddenly have a weak spot for the guy, it’s really cute, but we haveta set you up with a different one for now–”

“What?” Miguel cut in while Lyla spun in her chair and fixed her obnoxious sunnies. “Why do–they heal. I don’t want any other–”

“Yep, yep, yep, I totally get it, but he’s reaaal messed up. He’s gonna take some time to fix ‘n heal and everything, yenno?” Lyla spun around again in a full 360 before coming back to face Miguel and point her pen at him. “If he’s too hard to fix, then they were thinking of scrapping him for parts and testing and everything.”

Scrapped. For parts.

“They won’t scrap him.” Miguel frowned. “He’s the best host we have. The most successful specimen the whole fucking project's made.”

“Uh, yeah, and that's why they're gonna do their best to save him.” She tilted her head, curious. “No one wants to kill a good dog, y'know.”

It was true. No one wanted to rid Alchemax of one who was dedicated enough to put their life in jeopardy for the sake of protecting their charge. He didn't expect you to go this far. No one did.

–

It took weeks for you to be reinstated as Miguel's watchdog. In the interim, he was appointed a new guard, but life didn’t feel right. He supposed that bonds and trust played into the feeling more than he'd like to admit. Sure, the two of you hadn't really spoken before that day, but you'd been with each other for years. Silently learning about one another, measuring each other's capacity to be trustworthy.

So with a new dog, Miguel felt unnerved, maybe even a bit unsteady. It had been one of them who'd snapped, after all. One of them lost their minds and went on a rampage–which was exactly what the current meeting was about.

“No one saw it coming,” one said. “We didn't think it would happen, and that's the problem, isn't it?”

“Weeell, things are bound to go awry here and there.” Olivia shrugged and crossed her arms. “It's part of science! I'd say this whole drama has given us some pretty good results on the extremes; one imploded and started eating people, and the other one exploded trying to save one of us.”

“Still think we should scrap O'hara's mutt for parts,” Aaron interjected, unhelpful and annoying as ever. “Who knows when that one'll blow too, hey?”

Miguel ignored Aaron. He wouldn’t feed into his prodding and pushing. “He's mine. I decide when he's too dangerous.”

“You sure you're not gonna be blinded by feelings, O'hara?” Aaron spat with an ugly smile. “I saw the footage. You–”

“Oh my God, don't act like you don't try to fuck everyone else's guards,” another scientist groaned. “You're probably why one snapped.”

Aaron's face blistered red. Miguel smirked, enjoying the show, enjoying the fact that no one was on the idiot's side. It was the apocalypse. Fucking mutants was the least of their worries.

Stone, exasperated, called it there, and everyone dispersed. Miguel took his time with his thoughts in the silence of the room. The lack of people around him sparked a jolt of adrenaline, or maybe fear, and sent his train of thought off the rails and into something ungodly. He hated being alone these days. He couldn't bear the thought of being the last man standing, of having to fend for himself after everything. Not that he would have to, no, not unless your replacement did him in, or–

“Sir?”

Miguel turned and nearly knocked his chair off its wheels. He clutched the desk in a panic just before his eyes landed on you.

You looked different. Streaks of faint scars painted the side of your face where an eyepatch hid away whatever wreckage laid beneath. A metal brace hugged one of your knees and dripped down into a glittering, high-tech prosthetic limb that told a story Miguel didn't want to indulge in. And you looked tired. So tired. Your voice, once something rough like sandpaper, now sounded like shattered glass grinding underfoot.

But you still had that placid, somewhat judgemental stare that told him, I'm alright.

Your brows raised expectantly, like your return didn't need to be celebrated and you'd much rather like to get on with your day of following Miguel around like a lost puppy. He could relate, and he could comply.

–

Acting normal until getting you into his new quarters was tough; Miguel had the inexplicable urge to touch you, see your skin, feel your heat singe his palms, but he wouldn't do it in the eye of the others, no. Not for his own decency, but because they didn't deserve it. You were all his.

Miguel was sure to lock the doors and initiate an armoured lockdown to ease his paranoia before he turned to you with a demand on his tongue: “Strip.”

You quirked a brow. “This didn't go so well last time.” But you complied, clearly trying to hide away your amusement.

“It's fine. We're fine.” He helped you pull the vest and the shirt off just like he did all those weeks ago, but now with more finesse and determination; he wanted his do-over, and he was going to get it. “I need to see for myself.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your shoulders once your bare skin hit the air and prickled with goosebumps. Even the lifeless spots with angry reddened scars recoiled from the sharp nip, and then the heat of Miguel's touch.

He dragged his gaze all over you, drinking in the ruined expanses of skin with hungry eyes. Every new mark was examined, every stitch and bandage touched and committed to memory, every bruise earned the softest graze of fingertips. It was hard not to be enticed with one another in that tense, long silence.

Miguel's eyes lingered on your split lip before meeting your eyes, reading whatever he could from you. But he didn't expect what you said.

“You get hurt?” You grumbled.

Miguel shook his head lightly, his attention unwavering as his hands made themselves useful and plucked loose the buttons on your cargos again. “I'm fine.” He pulled the zipper down next. The muscles of your abdomen rippled against the palm keeping you still. “Sore from you throwing me, but fine.”

The corner of your mouth twitched. “If you'd listened and moved–” your next words dissolved against the brutish lips colliding with yours. Miguel's hands slipped further below and palmed your soft cock through the thin material of your undergarments; apparently you weren't surprised by the candid dick grab, but the kiss of all things threw you for a loop. Miguel moved to leaving marks along your neck while your brain scrambled to make sense of the random affection.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You breathed, unsure of where to touch or what to do with your hands.

“Picking up where we left off.” Miguel squeezed your filling bulge again, eagerly massaging you in encouragement to get things going. His ego swelled when your hand found his shoulder after a particularly weak spot was found.

“Hah. I shouldn't be–”

“You'll manage,” he insisted, watching you like prey trying to woo its predator. “You probably haven't been touched like this in a while, si, guapo?” Your hips jolted against his hand while his husky voice drew you in. “Bed. Now.”

You didn't have much of a choice, not when Miguel's needy hands guided you to the soft sheets and forced you to lay down. You were just in the middle of a sore groan when Miguel pulled your waistband down just enough to free your hardened cock, and give you a fierce dose of whiplash between the pain of healing wounds and the bliss of hands on you.

For all of Miguel’s want, now that he was this far, he wasn’t sure where to take it. He was going to make you cum, obviously, but how would he go about it? Handjob, blowjob, actually taking it up the ass? Some were obviously more impactful than others, so–

“Christ, alright, now that you’ve played with my dick, we can put it away for today, Doc,” you grouched, sitting up to pull Miguel’s hand away. “I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Wh–no.” He swatted your hand away like a petulant child and shot you an equally childish glare. “You have to obey my orders, as far as I recall.”

Something akin to a deadpan hit your face. “You’re fucking joking. You’re gonna pull that shit now?”

“You’re my subordinate,” Miguel reminded, not bothering to hide his smug demeanor and faux innocence. “Act like it.”

Before you could bitch back, he started stroking you firmly and slowly, squeezing harder near the tip and base with every motion. You stopped complaining surprisingly fast–Miguel almost wanted you to fight him more, but, maybe for a first run, your utter compliance would serve him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold you down or fend off your grabby hands while, at the same time, trying to get a handle on how to properly please another man.

Just when you sounded like you were about to object again, he took you into his mouth, and shut you up. At that moment, Miguel was glad you were touch-starved. Otherwise, the inexperienced gags and hefty strings of saliva connecting his lush lips to your throbbing length would’ve surely shortened Miguel’s lifespan. He was supposed to be good in bed. He was good in bed. And he’d make damn sure to continue being good in bed with another man.

Your hand fisting in his well-kempt hair had him growling with warning, thinking you were going to try to make him stop, but one glance up at you through teary lashes washed that thought away; your eyes were shut, bottom lip caught between your lip and welling with the faintest bit of blood from those elongated canines of yours. A kinder shade of crimson painted your cheeks and the bridge of your nose a sweet summer colour that seemed to darken more when Miguel bravely slipped you down his throat and up again.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” You let go of his hair with a pathetic whimper and collapsed onto your back, hands reaching back to claw into the wall and headboard to try and expel your rattling energy someway, somehow. The grating of metal and long, deep marks left in your claws’ wake would piss Miguel off any other day, but right now, your destructive praise fed his ego until it threatened to burst.

But a slight shift from the scientist and a misplaced hand on the convergence of flesh and metal shook up the easy rhythm. You hissed and sat up, reflexively snatching his hand away from your leg with barbed fingers. Miguel pulled off of you with a choked yelp rattling in his throat as your hold drew blood, and like a dog who'd bit another too hard, you let go.

“Shit, I didn't mean to–” you stopped yourself, though, and instead took Miguel's hand with a less-lethal touch. You looked at the wound before leaning down and running the flat of your tongue against the wound once, twice, thrice. The pain subsided quickly after, leaving behind a tingly, sparking feeling. “Doesn’t look too bad.” Miguel watched your nostrils flare and pupils dilate–clearly, his blood was having an effect on you. And that fact was having an effect on Miguel, in turn.

The apology for hurting you was long forgotten by the time Miguel leaned up and kissed you, holding the side of your face with his wounded hand. He pushed hard against the tip of your fang until spongy flesh gave way, and the vile tang of blood pooled in his mouth, and now in yours.

You moaned, or maybe growled, and Miguel’s hips jerked. He worked on slipping his weeping tongue around your mouth while his good hand continued his work on your stiffy, eager to finish you off while you were distracted. Your hands clutched at him again, claws still nipping into his skin and clothes, but more like a cat kneading its owner rather than a lion latching onto prey.

But those barbs sunk deep into him when you came. Your hold on him tightened, and the low growls reverberating through your body crescendoed into a few, cherished moans when your lips left his as rapture hit you. Miguel spared a look down at the mess you’d made, but too quickly his gaze returned to the bobs of your Adam’s apple, the muscles pulsing and tensing in the aftershocks, the sheen of red coating your cracked lips. It was enough to make him come undone, untouched by you, only fulfilled by the rub of cotton on his hardened cock.

And of course, you noticed it right away. Ugh. “You’re a freak,” you scoffed out between breaths. “Fucking–cumming from, what? Getting your pet off?”

Miguel rolled his eyes to betray his embarrassment, and squeezed you hard at the base to pull one last mean, choked groan out of you. “Callate. You could try being grateful, hm?”

“Don’t think that’s in my programming.” You leaned back and looked down at the mess. “Who’s gonna clean this up, Doc?” You prodded looking up at him through your lashes.

Miguel’s intrigue piqued. “Here I thought you were too tired,” he mocked.

“Might change your mind tomorrow. Oughta cash in while I can.”

“Hm.” Miguel let go and leaned back, shaky fingers working on his own clothes. “Guess I can give you another treat.”

But, as fate would have it, one more go of it turned into five, and left him half-alive come the morning.

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lil-quinnie · 1 year

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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

part i part ii part iii

Stepdad!Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (Eddie's midles 40s and Reader is middle 20s), lil angst, penetrative sex, oral sex, dom!eddie

Summary: After all these months you're over Eddie, aren't you?

w/c: 5977

picture of Eddie by: @edzmunson86

Eddie rushed inside the house, he swear he have climb the stairs in just one step trying to avoid a close door, trying to reach that fucking key, trying to reach the ticket of his freedom.

His fists were the first thing to bang at the door, loud and scary was the sound of Eddie's knuckles smashing against the thin wood of the door.

"open this damn door Nadia, i swear to god! this is crazy, even for you!!" the man shouted with all lungs, twisting and pulling the door knob.

"I give you the key and what? you are gonna run after my fucking daughter? MY HUSBAND AND MY DAUGHTER? What is wrong with you Eddie?" she shouted back, angrily.

"YOU!" he shouted louder, his head resting at the door while his fists slid through the cold wood of the door. He could feel all his muscles trembling inside his body, the hot anger crawling up his throat. The small hallway felt cold, felt big, felt crowded and empty at the same time, everything was turling around the man;

"I can't Nadia, I can't do it anymore, you took everything from me." he said with tremble in his voice. "My pride, my dignity... what else do you want?" His body still glued to the door, pushing with all the strength his slender body had. "I give you everything, anything you want... just let me go, please Nadia, i beg you"

"WHY HER? YOU FUCKING PSYCO! WAS IT SOME KIND OF SADISTIC REVENGE FOR THE TIME I CHEAT ON YOU?! FUCK YOU EDWARD, YOU ARE DISGUSTING." The woman opened the door, making Eddie fall inside to the bedroom's floor. "I hope you and that little whore burn in hell for all the harm and humiliation you are making me pass."

The woman walked past her (ex)husband, looking on with disdain as she dropped the key into Eddie's lap. "Tell her that she doesn't have a mother anymore". Eddie jumped up off the ground, consumed by the rage and hatred stored in his chest from so many years of abuse, his hand circled the woman's wrist, handling it like a doll, tucking her against the thin bedroom wall. "Like she ever have had a mother before that" he spad

"Leave her out of this" "Let me go your bastard" Nádia screamed full lungs now "if it weren't for her it would be anyone else who spends even a little time with me." he admitted "This was all your fault, your fault you hear me!? I tried SO hard to be who you wanted me to be…" Eddie pauses his words, thinking carefully about his next words. “I tried everything for you but in the end Nadia, any other man willing to get in your pants was better than me.”

Eddie let go of his wife's arm and walked through the living room , taking one last look at the house he called home.

Nadia remained static, pressed against the wall without any reaction. She didn't try to deny it or justify herself, she just let the tears flow as she listened to her ex-husband going down the stairs. “I will send the divorce papers, don’t worry, I don’t want NOTHING from you” . That being said, he slammed the door and turned the car on, driving as far as he can from the bad memories.

Four months, that was the time it took for Eddie to begin to act like the man Wayne always wanted him to be, he thought. In four months Eddie hasn't allowed himself to think about you, even when the fresh smell of your shampoo clung to the pillow he took the night he left.

He didn't think about you when some old car passed on the street and made the same noise as your car, he also didn't think about you on lonely nights, where he went over and over again the last time he saw you.

Eddie didn't allow himself to think about you, but it was the only thing he did outside of automatic.

Now, four months later in some other small town not so close to Indiana, Eddie was starting to feel at home again.

He got up every morning at 6 am, smoked a joint while still making coffee in his boxers, a cold shower and a cigarette before driving to tom's shop, some maintenance and oil changes, on a busy day, a flat tire perhaps...

Eddie liked the peace, the calm that this unknown city brought, it almost felt like home, almost...

Every night before going to bed, Eddie would try to occupy his mind with whatever hobby would keep him from thinking about you, strumming a few notes on his guitar, wasting time at a random bar, watching some bad movie... but as soon as his body snuggled into the mattress the tightness in his heart appeared.

The image of your pink face, flushed from crying flashed in his head, the sound of your trembling voice echoed in his ears.

He could taste the gall of your kiss burning on his lips every night before he went to sleep, Eddie's last thought before his body shut down was always you, you and where you were, if you were okay and if you thought about him as much as he thought about you.

The older man needed a new hobby, one that took longer than an evening to bore him.

"back to reading" he thought as he went through his morning routine.

Across town, you weren't doing much better than your ex-stepdad.

After that night, you drove nine hours back home, through the sea of tears that fell from your eyes.

You didn't believe that someone could die from having a broken heart but you could have sworn your whole body ached, your head was spinning and you could feel every piece of your heart breaking with every good memory that popped into your head like pop-up in a website of dubious origins.

You could understand why Eddie chose your mother.

Damn!! they've been married for years...

The most frustrating thing of all for you was that you let the fantasy go so far, "too far" you think.

The nights since then were all sleepless, you were lost in a tornado of feelings, anger, fear, hate, loneliness...

Loneliness, on nights like this you dreamed of being in the arms of your abominable stepfather.At the same time you wanted to grab the collar of that stupid leather jacket and shake it until he gave you an answer, a way out of the whole situation he helped create.

Anything to feel his touch, one last time. Between sighs and tossing and turning in bed, sleep came and took all your sadness with it.

10 AM, the warm morning sun broke down in rays as it met the windowpane, you could see specks of dust look like confetti dancing in the sunlight and instantly disappear into the icy shadow of another shelf.

The greatness of small things began to be part of your day-to-day life, the coffee smoke and the way it clouded just the left lens of your glasses, how the roof tiles creaked in the wind…

Today's distraction was an old oak floorboard right under your foot that made an irritating noise every time you made any movement. Convinced that fixing the squeaky floor was more important than actually doing your job, you didn't bother getting up to answer the gruff voice coming from the other side of the counter.

"Science fiction and fantasy?" the voice asked prolonging the last syllable of the sentence, "aisle 7, teenager left shelf and adult right, although I can't see the difference" you said and he could feel your mocking tone "a hard-ha" the voice said from further away from your counter.

You couldn't have cared less for the tone of the grumpy customer, too focused on the loose floor, well… the fixed floor now.

You pushed your cart full of boxes with new books by the corridors, this was the most anticipated moment of the week for you. Discover the new titles that will grace the shelves for the next few weeks.

Lately the task has become more and more difficult, your back started to hurt whenever you squatted down, your energy seemed to have been drained and the wobbly legs were part of the routine by this point.

Lost among the books, sorting boxes by genre and author, a forced cough diverted your attention to the back of a customer who had already gotten on your nerves. With a box in your arms you hurried to meet the tall man "Sorry sir, sometimes I get stuck on my own..." the sentence died in the back of your throat when you saw those same brown eyes already burning through your skin.

"Oh! fuck no!" you said throwing the box on the floor and running behind the nearest aisle of shelves.

Your head was spinning and the air wouldn't enter your nose, you could physically feel your throat closing with the urge to cry. Ringed fingers circled your wrist, drawing your attention back. Those big brown eyes reflecting your own expression through his glazed eyes.

No words were exchanged for a few moments, tears running freely down your face, out of shame and guilt. You tried to release your arm from his embrace "stop" he pleaded low, holding you tighter.

This just made you pull his arm away more fervently "let me go Eddie" you shouted, causing him to speak louder "I SAID , STOP", making you stop immediately, never having seen him angry.

"What the fuck? I'm not a monster, you don't need to run from me" Eddie said, letting go of your arm slowly, never taking his gaze away from yours.

"I don't know if I agree with that" you said under a sigh, making the man step closer. His perfume was just the way you remembered without the usual weed smell, hair in a loose bun and the typical work suit, you miss him.

Every part of your body was drawn to his body heat, and like a moth you found yourself orbiting in the light that was Eddie Munson in your life.

"Let's talk,'' he pleaded with his eyes, but his voice was always firm. "Let me tell you wha…" "No eddie'' you said, cutting the older man's sentence in half. “I have to go back to work."

The look in his eyes made you feel like a prey, he walked to the front door and locked it, flipping the sign to “close”.

"I'll deal with your boss later if I have to," the man's voice was gruff, sending shivers down your spine.

"So…" he said, leaning his elbows against the counter that barricaded you from him. "Let's talk?" throwing that smile of someone who knew he had won the first battle.

"Okay" you said between sighs, "but not here" you looked around the bookstore, without a soul inside "I can't lose this job" you finished the sentence with your eyes glued to the piece of paper you were fiddling with fingers.

Eddie felt a sharp pang in his heart, seeing you so vulnerable and scared like that, reminded him of that look.

The look that has haunted him for the last who knows how many days.

"Sure, sure babe, I mean…sure, yeah"

Eddie wrote down his new address on a piece of paper lying on the counter, touching his fingers to yours as he handed it to you. "What time do you close?" he asked, not looking away from your face.

You brought your hand back close to your own body quickly, pretending not to notice how his warm touch on your skin made your heart burn;

"6 pm"

"deal"

he said, turning his back and walking away without giving any explanation.

The rest of the day dragged on without you knowing if that had really happened or if it was just your mind playing another trick on you. It wouldn't be the first time.

In the first few months after he broke your heart, you saw Eddie everywhere… in the market, in the movies, between the shelves of endless books and in your deepest dreams, he was always there.

A few other customers, books lined up alphabetically bringing that kind of instant peace, the rumble of cars driving down the busy avenue and soon the sun had almost gone down.

You followed your routine religiously, as if a certain metalhead didn't exist, like you had all these months.

5:20 pm You put on your jacket and took your hair out of the bun that trapped the blood circulation in your head.

5:30 pm You turned off all the lights and turned off the computers one by one. adjusting the chairs and some magazines in the children's area.

5:50 pm you played with the paper that your stepfather gave you, you looked in the mirror, fat tears ran down your tired face, remembering everything you went through because of such a forbidden love, deciding that you would not go through with it again, deciding to go home. Nothing he could possibly say would change the course of this whole situation.

6:10 pm three blocks away from your work, walking through that freezing early evening wind making the sensitive skin of your face flush and all the lights turning into rays by the refraction of your tears, making it even more difficult to see ...

The familiar roar of Eddie's pick-up engine rumbling caused you to stop in your tracks, the weight of his ringed hand was what made you turn around, looking directly into those deep brown eyes for the first time since back that night.

"Sorry I'm late, sweetheart", his husky voice snapped you out of your trance, everything in that moment happened slowly, his hand guiding you to the passenger side of his pick-up, the warmth of his touch radiating down your waist everytime he squeezed your exposed skin, the smell of his perfume making you feel dizzy, the soft skin of his tattooed forearms against your cleavage as he fastened your seat belt.

The music faded in the background as Eddie drove down the small town's dimly lit road, pulling deeper and deeper into the outer part of town, stopping in a clearing that could see all the lights of the small town. He turned off the car and sighed deeply, before going down and opening the door for you

"I..I thought a neutral place would make you feel more comfortable but halfway I realized it wasn't such a good idea a...neutral place like… that" he said in a sheepish tone.

Nothing, no reaction, not bewilderment or relief or anything, nothing was what you offered the older man. Seeing that he couldn't even make a crack in the wall you created against him, Eddie decided to get straight to the point.

The city lights made his jacket buttons glow in a yellowish hue, the same hue made his eyes burn whenever your gazes met.

"Vulnerable" he thought when he saw your figure huddled in on itself whenever the wind blew a little colder.

"I fucked up" he said over a sigh "I know I fucked it up", his work boots squeaked against the stony ground, with each step he took towards you "I know I have no rights to ask you anything" he stopped in front of you, his hands slid over your crossed arms, causing your posture to relax a little and tense up even more a mere seconds later.

You thought about saying how much harm he did to you, you wanted to say that he broke your heart so badly that you could feel every day the physical effects that broken heart caused you.

You wanted to say that he ruined everyone else for you, that no one made the butterflies in your stomach fly as high as he did, that you couldn't trust anyone anymore because you were afraid that in the end you would be sent away again and again, just like he did, but you stayed quiet.

The months of remorse and rehearsed lines were silent when noticing the wet glint in the older man's eyes, he squeezed your arm lightly, trying to get your attention, without success. "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"I" you started the sentence as a whisper, months thinking about what you would say and here you were, holding on so you wouldn't sink into the arms of the man who hurt you so badly "I can't do this Eddie, you hurted me so much"

your trembling voice betrayed you, it was SO hard to say it as was for the older man to hear such harsh words coming out of your sweet mouth.

"Please. let me fix things"

Your gaze never met his, not on purpose at least. It was too humiliating, too painful to look at him. It had been months since his face haunted all your dreams, you lost several nights of sleep wondering what you would say when you were facing him again.

Eddie's hand was now caressing your cheek, wiping away the tears you were reluctant to let fall "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I didn't know what to do at the time, I panicked" , his hand tightened on your hoodie sleeve, as if you were going to bolt at any moment.

"Please. let me fix things" he said, pulling your body closer to his, "I left her" he said, still moving your bodies closer together "on the same day, I mean" he said with his eyes glued on the floor, avoiding your expression of confusion.

“I wanted to apologize on the same day, that look you gave me... damn love, I can't get the way you looked at me out of my head"

"Eddie, take me home please" you cried

"Babe, please I..."

"Please eddie" you managed to speak between your cries, he just nodded.

The drive back to your small apartment was silent, except for sniffles from both you and the older man. Only the porch light illuminated the great darkness around your house, before going out of the car, you looked one last time at the man

"You know, eddie" making his eyes stick to yours, without a shred of hope “I could've forgiven you, if you had come after me,at all, you never came”, you could no longer control what you are feeling, it was a self-control that you still didn't have, the words were curling up in a high tone that you started screaming at him

"You let me think I was just a FUCKTOY to you, that I was a WHORE for…"

you sobbed "For loving you, and believing that deep inside your black soul, you cared about me either, and I was ok with it, I’m SO stupid" you said jumping out of the parked car without saying goodbye.

Your keys jingled against the locked door ‘cause of your trembling hands.

You just wanted to get inside your house and escape that nightmare. The sound of the door unlocking brought you relief, so focused on getting out of the cold air, you didn't hear Eddie's car door slam shut, the quick steps against the dew-wet grass, the labored breathing as if he had forgotten how to do it.

You opened your door enough for your body to fit through the gap, Eddie's heavy hand opened the door all the way, pressing you against it as he closed "What did you say?" his face contorted.

Hands pinning you against the wall, blurred vision due to tears prevented you from seeing the pained face of that man who held you as if his life depended on it "What did you just say? please sweetheart"

his hands let go of your arm, you knew his fingerprints would be all over your sensitive skin the other day

"I... I could have forgiven you if, if you"

you started to say still choking on the words

"Not that, not that part" he interrupted you

"oh..i said i said… it doesn’t matter what I said anymore” your voice sounds weak on the older man’s ears “you’re losing her again Munson” “look at her eyes, is the same look as that fucking day” “you’re losing her, you’re gonna lose her again, man up man up man up, shit shit shit”,

Eddie's thoughts were running in circles in his head, he was scared, frustrated, nervous...the words were out of his mouth before he realized what he said. His eyes widened, you could feel your mouth going dry, your knees were shaking and you could pass out at any moment “I loved you”, he said softly “I still do”.

You could feel the older man's slight discomfort as he let those words slip out, the vulnerability caused Eddie Munson physical pain but he decided you deserved to know how much he missed you too, how much he thought of you every day, how he searched for you through every town he passed.

He knew you lived nine hours away from the house of horrors, but he didn't know which city, which state... so for months he searched for you to no avail, and as a sick joke of the universe, when he stopped looking for you... the universe sends you with your cute glasses and ponytail holding a box of several copies of lord of the rings, so for this gift from the universe, for you, Eddie has decided to be vulnerable.

Eddie decided to be vulnerable.

"I know you felt it too" he said in a broken voice, your heart shattered knowing exactly what he was talking about "Before it happened..before Nadia walked into the kitchen" the man walked across the room from your grip as if he already frequented your house for years, stopping at the window and lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply before continuing.

"We made love" his voice shook when pronouncing the word love.

The word that hadn't been part of Eddie's vocabulary for months, used so many times in the short time you've been around "I know you felt it too, i know you did" he swallowed again, resting his free hand on the window sill, his curls making a curtain , hiding the tears that shyly rolled down Eddie's icy face.

"Damn, I never felt whole again after that day" he threw his cigarette butt out the window "I love you, I loved you that day and I still do." The eyes that avoided yours at all costs now burned holes into your skin "say something babe, anything" he begged with a trembling voice.

“Fuck it” you said.

Your steps started slow and evolved into a run towards the older man, in a jump your legs passed by his waist, while you held the man's face with both hands, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world, your eyes filled with tears. matched yours.

The little lines at the edges of Eddie's eyes crinkled as he smiled. Kissing him was awkward, her forehead meeting her forehead harder than intended, nose brushing his, lips hurried and hungry chasing his "I've missed you so much, beautiful." He whispered every time their lips met in awkward kisses.

His shirt rose a little more each time his ex-stepfather's hands explored a part of his body that had not been touched for so long, that trembled for him.

His hands trailed down your exposed skin to your hips, giving you enough security to step off his lap. Eddie's lips traveled down to your neck, sucking your pulse between his teeth, leaving galaxy marks across your sensitive skin. "I missed those little noises you make for me…just for me, right?" his possessive tone made a puddle of excitement in your panties, you could only moan in response "good girl" he said. You could feel his smile against your exposed neck.

Eddie guided your bodies to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh, he could feel the heat radiating from his crotch causing the older man's heavy hands to press you against his hard cock.

"Fuck" he whispered as you rubbed your desperate little pussy on the man below you "Eddie...please, need more"

"oh! poor little thing" he laid his back gently on the sofa "so needy for daddy" he rolled his hips against yours causing you to moan desperately "please Eddie I miss you so much" he got between your legs open, forcing his cock against her wet lips "Please what girl? Use your words for Daddy, will you?" his mouth trailed kisses down the plumpness of her breast, nibbling her nipple through her thin T-shirt.

"I want you to make me feel good daddy please" your hips ground into Eddie's thigh causing delicious friction where you need it most "So desperate for my cock" the man's hands gripped tightly around your waist helping you to build up a rhythm until you’re moaning in his ear just from rubbing your covered pussy against him.

"I can't wait to fuck that little pussy of yours," he said, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you so deep and slow you saw stars every time his tongue slid over yours, Eddie had a lot of addictions and he just found the most intoxicating one of them all:Your taste.

Your hands roamed the broad back of the man you dreamed of so many nights, Eddie's thin waist served as a passage for your hands to reach the man's chest, which was hitting hard against your soft hand "are you sure ‘bout it, baby girl?" the low voice at the foot of your ear brought you back to reality.

All of reality and the burdens of such a forbidden romance started to fall on your back, like a piñata you could feel your heart being crushed by the harsh and sad reality again.

you were about to turn your back and run as far as you could , when the older man's gentle hand cupped your face, bringing your gaze and full attention to him "Because if you're… you’re sure, I'll never let you slip through my fingers again"

Eddie's eyes never left your face, time passed slowly as your head spun around the words he so passionately offered you "I will never let you slip through my fingers again".

Your fingers tentatively tucked some of his curls behind his ear, "so pretty", you said as your hand brought the man's face closer to yours.

Spellbound by your touch, he relinquished his power to you, tired of fighting the urge to be yours.

Your lips lightly brushed against his, testing to what extent the command was truly you.

Your full lips kissed Eddie tenderly, asking for more access each time he deepened the kiss. Eddie's hands, once rigid on your body, now caressed you with love.

The kiss was without prey, unlike all the others you've had. Your hands caressed his face and he embraced you.

Eddie was a mess underneath you, his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The man was afraid it was another one of the dreams he's had all these months and that you were going to run away from him at any moment.

"Can I take care of you, Daddy?" you asked in your sweetest voice, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as if he was swallowing the words before answering you "you...you don't have to" he said, admiring you on your knees in front of him, eyes almost begging for Eddie's dick. "please daddy i missed him"

Your fingers wandered through the zipper of the Man's pants, squeezing his erect member every now and then, drawing hisses from his mouth. You didn't wait for him to answer, letting his pants fall free to the floor.

Your icy hands on Eddie's warm skin made him shiver as you slowly ran your fingers through the man's leg hair to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down at the same speed "fuck, you are so big daddy" , you said jerking off the length of his cock, giving light cat licks in his tip, tasting all his precum.

"Oh! fuck. No teasing doll" he would mutter as you played with the tip of his cock, alternating between licking and sucking. His eyes were glazed over your face, "you are so pretty with your mouth full" he said, taking his hand to your hair, stroking it "my pretty girl" hand now behind your skull, fingers pressing your head against his extremely hard member.

“shhh, i know i know, you can take it, open wide for me baby” he slam his dick further down your trough, you whined around his big cock while he fuck your mouth in such delicious way. “oh! fuckfuckfuck” his contorted face made your thighs clenching together “such a good girl for me” his hands holding firmly around your neck, he could feel his bulge on the beginning of your throat with his thumbs.

He pulled his dick out of your mouth still circling the tip around your rosy plush lips. Your cunt was aching, screaming for attention from the man who had you in his palms.

“Please, please daddy, i need more” you cried, already cock drunk, all dumb and needy and Eddie loved it.

Eddie stroked your face and smirked "look at you" he pinched your face lightly "all dumb for my dick" he forced your mouth into a pout, forcing your lips open and spitting into your mouth "swallow" he said , the demanding tone in his voice had you moaning low before swallowing, "such a good girl for me, a little bitch who needs daddy's dick."

Eddie pulled you up, gently sitting you down on the couch.

"Daddy" you almost cried for the absence of his touch "shh shh shh, daddy is here now" he kissed your neck "I'll take care of you" his hands grabbed your body, slowly kneeling down in front of you.

He pulled some of his hair back into a loose bun, placing several kisses on your inner thigh, the heat in the pit of your belly increasing each kiss closer to her center. He sniffed your pussy over your panties "I missed your smell baby girl" he said before ripping off your panties like a wild animal.

He sank his full lips to your pussy, placing several kisses before sinking his tongue between your folds, collecting all the arousal on the tip of his tongue. Your hands scrambled through Eddie's curls, forcing his face against you "fuck daddy, just like that".

Eddie sucked your clit frantically, eliciting the most beautiful moans from your mouth, his eyes rolled back when you felt the first finger enter your tight hole, entering easily with the second finger "fuck, you’re so tight sweet angel" he said between sucks on your clit, "that's...to much daddy, I'm going to come" you moaned rubbing your pussy desperately on the older man's face

"Do that, cum all over my face" he praised you while increasing the pace of his finger thrusts, "cum for me princess, give it all to me", you pulled Eddie's hair hard, pulling him away from your pussy swollen, feeling the orgasm washing over your body.

Eddie took his fingers out of your tight pussy slowly, bringing them to his mouth lapping up all your juices before giving you the deepest kiss you'd ever shared, you could taste your sweet on the man's tongue.

Despite your wobbly legs, you kneel down in front of the man. Two of your hands went up his thigh until they reached the zipper of his pants "what are you doing, honey?" he asked, bringing his callused hands up to your face, forcing your gaze into his "returning the favor" you said weakly.

Eddie's fingers circled your lips, forcing his thumb inside your mouth "as much as I miss that mouth of yours" he removed his finger causing a "pop" noise from your lips "I need to be inside you".

In one movement he pulled you off the floor and laid you down on the couch again, quickly undoing his pants and boxers. You could feel Eddie's hard cock against your soft skin, his mouth attacking your neck and cleavage "can I take that off you?" he said holding the hem of your shirt, you just nodded and he pulled the shirt tight, leaving your perfect breasts exposed to him.

He watched your figure for a few minutes, admiring every part of your body completely exposed. "Look at you" he whispered contouring your body with his fingertips "so beautiful for me", you felt your cheek burning at the same intensity as your center burned.

"Please Daddy" you begged.

Eddie forced himself between your legs, spreading them gently with his hand on your knee. With his free hand he jerked his length, collecting your arousal with the pink head of his cock.

He slowly thrust inch by inch of thick cock inside your pussy, the sensation of enlargement was deliciously burning your walls, once all inside you, Eddie let out a brutal moan "oh! holly...mother of god fuckfuck", the man's lack of movement had you buckle your hips against his cock "greedy, huh?"

He started to fuck you, his body all over yours, your world felt complete with you connected.

His cock slowly fucked you as Eddie whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You became a puddle in the hand of the man who months ago broke your heart.

His cock assaulted your little hole with fervor. you could feel the head of his cock opening your walls, creating space to accommodate his thick cock. You could feel it, just like that night, Eddie was making love to you.

No rush or fear of someone opening the door, and for that moment, that love didn't seem so forbidden. He pulled you out of your thoughts with his thumb on your clit, massaging in the same rhythm as he was fucking you "cum for me again baby I know you can" he kept abusing you until you smeared his cock all over with your cum "fuck, hot as fuck" he worshiped you as he fucked you for your orgasm.

Eddie sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, your back against his sweaty chest.

He kissed your neck and nibbled lovingly "Do you want to return the favor, baby girl?" he whispered in your ear, you stupidly agreed, "sit on daddy's cock" he guided you to his cock by the waist "make daddy cum" and sunk your pussy into his cock.

You moaned loudly, starting to sit awkwardly on your ex-stepdad's cock trying to adjust the position, looking for more support.

He held you by the waist giving you all the support you needed to fuck your pussy on his dick, Eddie was already a mess underneath you "where...where can I come?" he cooed "inside I want to feel you oozing please daddy" you sat more fervently as he writhed trying not to come yet "fill my pussy with cum daddy" you kept begging.

Eddie slammed into you, spilling all of your mingled fluid down his quivering thigh.

You settled into the older man's lap, hissing as his cock left a void in his pussy.

You held his face with both hands, in a tender way. His eyes examined every mole, every wrinkle on the face of the man who had his heart full. Dipped in those brown pools that were Eddie's eyes "I love you" you said, Eddie just kissed you back "I'll never get tired of hearing that".

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modanisgf · 5 months

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5. I WISH

wc: 1.1k

danielle wished what she had experienced that morning was a dream, but she knew it wasn’t. the past couple of days already didn’t feel real, so this did nothing to ease her anxiety.

dani picked up her school bag, putting it on her back as she unlocked the front door to leave. the loud noises of the city being nothing but background sound to her as she put her earbuds in.

“HEY, THIS IS RADIO STATION W S K E E. WE'RE TAKING CALLS ON THE WISHLINE; MAKING ALL YOUR WACKY WISHES COME TRUE."

danielle scrolled through her phone as she walked, texting y/n quickly that she was on her way. she smiled once she saw her response, something along the lines of y/n being excited to see her.

dani shut her phone off as she reached a crosswalk, not noticing the eyes fixated on her as she walked down the road. moments later dani felt a weird tingling sensation, something she hadn't felt before. she felt hyper aware of her surroundings now, holding her breath when she heard a loud bang behind her.

danielle quickly ran to hide, trying to get her footsteps to be as quiet as possible. she hid behind a trash bin in an alley, not even taking the time to consider how this only put her in more danger. all she could do was hope that whatever was alarming her like this wouldn't walk down the alley.

the same feeling danielle had gotten minutes earlier came back, her heart sinking when she heard loud footsteps going her direction. a voice danielle didn't recognize perked up, the girl listening further to see that the person was using a voice changer making their pitch lower.

"are you sure you saw her go down here?" the original voice dani heard spoke, letting her know that wasn't one but two people that might be after her.

"i'm sure." a second voice said firmly.

"why are we even after this girl again? how do we know that she has our--" the third voice quickly got shushed by their companions, danielle was listening carefully now noticing the trios tone lowering.

in a hushed tone now they spoke again, "we know that she has it because there was reports of unusual activity in her house. people are saying her abilities enhanced over night.”

“and how do you know that? what if they’re just bullshitting and we’re bothering some poor girl?”

the one who dani assumed to be the leader paused, before letting out a sigh.

“i don’t care who it is. she took the damn spider obviously so she’s gonna learn what happens when someone steals from us. and you know how boss is gonna get if we don’t find who has that spider.”

‘oh.’

that was all danielle needed to know that she was their target, she was either about to pull out some undiscovered fighting skills or it was over for her. danielle wasn’t even sure what they meant, why would she want their radioactive spider? it was their fault they didn’t watch after it with more care, i mean who lets an experiment like that loose?

danielle zoned back into the trio in front of hers conversation, noticing that they were now arguing loudly. a loud ding from her phone alarmed her immediately, cursing under her breath at whoever texted her. taking her phone out, the text made her realize just how much time she had wasted here.

“shit.” she mumbled, the shouting coming to a close soon after the ding.

“we know you’re here.”

the footsteps only got louder, danielle’s senses enhanced again making her realize they were there to inform her of danger. the feeling made her uneasy, knowing that these people wanted nothing but to harm her.

shortly the trash bin slammed against the ground, the three standing in front of danielle now ready to swing. dani dodged the first attack from the leader quickly, moving the trash bin back as a shield as she backed up.

she used her webs to hold the bin in its place as she caught her breath, not noticing the shock in her enemies faces.

“the spider already bit her.”

the leader seemed extremely angry at this, as he jumped over the bin protecting danielle lunging at her again. dani blocked the attack stunning him as she used her webs to block his vision.

danielle got up quickly, grabbing her school bag she lost while fighting and ran away never turning back.

finally reaching school, danielle ran through the opened doors as someone else was walking in. making her way to hide in the bathrooms.

she unlocked her phone seeing the surplus of notifications from y/n, quickly replying to her texts.

danielle laughed at how you texted her on every app, choosing to disregard it was probably you who gave her away.

danielle received a call from hanni, picking up ready to be scolded.

“dani?!” hanni said, panicked.

“hello?” dani says.

“where the hell have you been? it’s like when you got bit you haven’t responded to any of us in an hour!” hanni whisper shouts, the girl obviously being in class.

“an hour?” danielle says, heart dropping when she saw the time.

first period was already done, she knew she would never hear the end of it from y/n.

“yes an hour! anyways i have to get back to class, you better tell us later what happened because i have a bad feeling.” hanni says, hanging up without saying anything more.

danielle sighed, taking a moment to calm down after the last hour being absolute hell. once she felt somewhat safe, she left her hiding spot and headed to the hallways.

the bell rang for lunch, danielle grimacing when she saw her little cousin walk up to her.

“dani!” liz says, waving to her.

“where have you been? auntie’s been texting me all morning asking if i’ve seen you.” liz asks.

“um, i got caught in traffic.” danielle says.

“don’t you walk?” liz questions.

“the cars blocked the cross walk.” dani says.

liz rolls her eyes, “i don’t think that’s even legal, but whatever. have you heard from your girlfriend?”

danielle hated the way liz never called y/n by her name, it was always her girlfriend.

“yeah, we’re going to go eat lunch together with our friends.” danielle responds.

“can i come pleasee? rei and wonyoung both left me alone today.” liz whines.

“sure.. just don’t embarrass me.” danielle says, opening the cafeteria door for the both of them.

the two make their way over to the tables that the group combined to make room for everyone, liz noticing the glare y/n gave her.

“welcome to school dani!” hyein teases, making danielle roll her eyes.

“this is liz,” dani starts, “her friends aren’t here today so she needs somewhere to sit.”

the group nods, the two taking a seat liz sitting next to her cousin.

"so did you guys see the new txt comeback?"

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a/n: if it looks like i didnt tag u istg it says i did in the draft 😭😭 also this was literally cut short goodbye.. i probably should've mentioned way earlier that a good bit of this series will be written, imo its just so much easier to convey the story

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britcision · 1 year

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Happy WIP Wednesday friends! Not a huge deal for you today, but I figured I’d drop the Flashback and give you the last piece in the “Bruce Puts His Head In His Butt” for the night!

(Bruce is tranq’ed by Alfred minutes after the call ends and is put to bed. In my heart. He might actually walk himself up but we all know it’s Alfred’s glare that makes it happen)

Just a taste of chapter 14 of Dead and Loving It, you can find the fic on AO3 or from my pinned post which is the latest chapter, but links to the first and all subsequent chapters are in each post!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence

Jason was actually on his way to bed on time for once in his life, the early end to patrol and lack of crime lord duties giving him a chance to get a full five hours sleep.

He should have known he wouldn’t get lucky two nights in a row; Constantine wasn’t around to distract Bruce anymore.

He’d contemplated not answering. Contemplated trying not to shoot Bruce in half an hour if the fucker showed up at his window.

The pit growled.

It was the worst thing he’d ever heard. The worst thing he’d ever felt. And he did feel it, vibrating in his very bones.

It sent shivers creeping up and down, muscles tensing as if to run away from something inside him.

He answered the call, hoping it wouldn’t show in his voice.

“What.” Flat, unfriendly. Not encouraging conversation.

“You didn’t come to the cave.” B’s voice was equally flat, but in his case it sounded like a condemnation. An accusation.

Jason gritted his teeth.

“I have shit to do in the morning. Make it quick,” he snapped, giving his bed a glare it definitely didn’t deserve.

His pillows had never done anything to hurt him.

There was a momentary pause before B audibly decided not to push it.

Good.

Jason was in a mood to bite.

“We have intel on the Infinite Realms. I’ve sent the report. You need to stay away from Danny Fenton, for your health,” B said, still cold, still clinical.

Like he didn’t care. Like what Jason wanted didn’t matter.

Jason’s grip tightened and the phone case cracked.

“Yeah, no. Fuck off.” He spat the words, adding “get new phone” to his list of chores for the morning.

He’d been doing so well with this one. Of course Bruce had to ruin it.

At least the old man didn’t seem surprised by his reaction.

“Jason. It… he. His abilities may affect your condition,” he said slowly, sounding tired. Old.

The pit snarled, sensing weakness, and Jason kinda wished he was still lost in its rage. Back when he was, it was easy just to hate those moments.

B showing signs of humanity fucking hurt.

“He is. He’s making it better,” he shot back, brooking no argument.

“We don’t know that, Jason. Please, just… just for a few days. Until we can talk to the League, understand what he’s doing to you.”

Was.

Was that Bruce begging?

It froze something small and soft in Jason’s chest, stuck him in place. And did nothing to stop the flood of icy rage from filling him up.

Filling his chest, crushing his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Because of course, anyone and everyone else’s judgement was worth more to the man than Jason’s.

Begging Jason to listen to him, when he would never, ever, fucking ever listen to Jason. When it didn’t fucking matter if Jason begged.

“And why the fuck would the League know better than a doctor from the Realms?” He finally snapped, ignoring the way his throat tightened.

There was a long silence.

“A doctor?” Bruce asked softly, his voice still so flat and emotionless that only his kids could have read the confusion. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Danny brought me to a doctor. I’m gonna be fine,” he ground out reluctantly, part of him resenting Bruce’s constant insistence on knowing everything.

But… well. If it got the guy off his fucking back.

There was a long silence, one that Jason was fully aware B was likely spending working this new information into his latest paranoid fantasy.

Jason seriously considered just hanging up and going to bed. He was about to do it when Bruce spoke again.

“Would this doctor be willing to speak to the League?” And there it was again, Batman voice, clinical and distant and always, always fucking suspicious.

Jason rolled his eyes harder. With emphasis. Willing to be interrogated by first the Justice League and then separately also goddamn Batman.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure B wouldn’t get anywhere with Frostbite. Frostbite took his work seriously and was, yeah, king of a full realm of yetis.

None of Bruce’s pointed silences, menacing looming, or vague growls would bug the guy who got Danny through Fucked Up Ghost Puberty.

(And would probably be helping Jason through his own Fucked Up Ghost Puberty… joy of joys.)

It might actually be fun to see him try. If just being here wouldn’t put Frostbite in danger, because hell fucking no that wasn’t happening. The guy may not be his king but Jason would still die first.

But of course, in all his paranoid bullshit about the Realms influencing Gotham, B had somehow conveniently missed what America was doing to the Realms.

Like Jason hadn’t even done the full write up.

“Not while the fucking League are required to hand him right to the US government for torture and experimentation. Which, by the way, did you read my report on the Anti Ecto Acts?” Jason asked sarcastically, doing his very worst fake concern.

And again he was met with silence. Fuck, maybe Bruce hadn’t read it. Jason had dropped it in the day before all this gala bullshit had started, and it had been a busy two days since.

Maybe B deadass hadn’t put the pieces together. Might as well hammer it home for him.

“You know, the one that says you, me, Cass, and Damian are all non-sentient because we’ve been exposed to the pits?” Jason added, eyes narrowing.

Which wasn’t technically true, since it was the resulting liminality and ability to process ectoplasm that made them count, but Bruce didn’t need to know that yet.

Finally he spoke again, voice gruff and clipped.

“I’m looking into it. But for now, Jason, please-” he said again, the cover of Batman beginning to slip.

But Jason was done. No fucking chance Bruce was giving him orders when he hadn’t even bothered asking for Jason’s opinion.

He wanted to spout off about dangers of the Infinite Realms after talking to some wet paper bag of a man who hawked his soul like it was a pokemon card. Hard pass.

And even after hearing that Jason knew what was going on a damn sight better than Bruce did, he still wanted to push him around?

Fuck that.

“Sorry B, legally non-sentient, guess I can’t be blamed for my actions,” he drawled, then turned his phone off and dropped into bed.

He had a lot of shit to do before picking Danny up in the morning.

——————-

Jason will be using “legally non-sentient” as an excuse long after the laws themselves are repealed, and just you fucking wait until Damian hears he can try it too 😏

Sorry Bruce, Damian can’t socialize today, he’s legally non-sentient and can’t be blamed if he bites someone

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What are you watching? - Part 1

a/n: Poolverine :3 Pairing: Logan X Wade - @deadpool-wade-wilson @wolvie-peanut Summary: Wade walked in on Logan doing some questionable things. Of course he's gonna tease him. Warnings: MLM, porn mention, violence w/c: 2,082

Wade had been around the city all day, chatting to strangers and petting aggressive dogs even pulling his guns out a few time for fun. Wade strutted through the bustling city streets, a confident swagger in his step as he made his way through the crowded sidewalks. Every now and then he would strike up a conversation with a passerby, his charm winning over even the most reluctant listener.

As the day went on, Wade would occasionally pull out one of his guns, twirling it in his hand or aiming it at a distant object with a cocky smile on his face. He would jokingly point it at the occasional aggressive dog, much to the dismay of their owners.

Wade approached Logan's place and took out a small knife from his pocket. With a few skillful flicks of his wrist, he managed to pick the lock of the front door and enter the house.

Wade entered the house, closing the door behind him, and called out, "Peanut, where the shit are you?" The words echoed through the quiet house, but there was no response.

Wade paused at the sound of soft whimpers coming from Logan's room. He crept over to the door and listened carefully, trying to make out what was happening beyond the wooden barrier.

Wade couldn't help but giggle at the sound of Logan's muffled moans behind the bedroom door. He quietly moved closer, listening to the faint sounds of pleasure coming from the room, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Wade pushed open the door, his masked face revealing a smile as he called out, "Hello Peanut~"

His voice was low and amused, the sight of Logan's state of pleasure sparking a sense of mischief in him.

Logan's face flushed with embarrassment as he frantically grabbed the blanket and covered his lower half, tossing his phone aside in an attempt to hide any evidence of his recent activities.

Logan's voice raised in embarrassment and annoyance, "God dammit, Wade! Ever heard of knocking!?”

Wade chuckled at his reaction, leaning casually against the doorframe and giving him a sly grin.

Wade smirked as he taunted, "What were you doing, baby girl? Jerking and getting kinky?"

Logan's face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he scrambled to come up with a response, clearly embarrassed by the playful tease.

Wade stepped forward, his hand reaching out for Logan's phone as he continued his teasing.

"Let's have a look at what you were watching, shall we?" he said with a smirk.

Logan's claws extended out of his hand angrily, "Fuck off you shittin cum bucket! Don't touch it!"

Wade smiled, "Woah there peanut, no need to get so angry. Just a bit of show and tell."

As Logan's claws snapped menacingly, Wade quickly pulled back his hand, holding up his palms in a gesture of surrender.

"Oh, okay, Bub. Didn't mean to rile you up," Wade said with feigned innocence, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He glanced down at the phone still clutched in Logan's fist, his curiosity piqued despite the other man's clear discomfort.

"You know, I could just ask you straight out," Wade mused aloud, taking a step closer to peer at the screen. "Or... I could use my super cool detective skills and snoop."

Before Logan could react, Wade snatched the phone from his grasp and brought it up to examine the contents, his grin widening as he found what he was looking for.

"Holy shit, really? That's kinda hot,"

With a swift movement, Logan lunged forward, attempting to reclaim his phone from Wade's grasp. His muscles tensed under his skin, veins popping out as he fought to control his anger.

"You're such a fucking perv!" Logan spat, glaring daggers at Wade as he tried to pry the device loose from his grip.

Wade held onto the phone tightly, his fingers wrapping firmly around its edges. His smirk never faltered, even as he felt Logan's claws pressing into his palm.

"Hey, no I'm fucking not," Wade replied nonchalantly, his voice laced with amusement. "Just saying, it's not every day I catch you being kinky."

Logan growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and humiliation. He yanked harder on the phone, determined to regain possession of it.

"Give it back, you nosy bastard!" Logan demanded, his voice rising in pitch.

Wade chuckled, a deep, mocking sound that seemed to enrage Logan further. He tightened his hold on the phone, digging his fingers into the metal casing.

"I don't think so, peanut," Wade said, his grin turning wicked. "I've got a right to know what kind of dirty thoughts my old man has running through his head."

With a sudden twist, Wade managed to wrench the phone free from Logan's grasp. He held it aloft, examining the screen with a lecherous gleam in his eye.

Logan's expression darkened as he watched Wade inspect his phone, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He glared at Wade, seething silently as he contemplated his next move.

"Don't you dare look at that shit!" Logan warned, stepping forward aggressively. "That's none of your business, you perverted piece of shit!"

Ignoring Logan's warning, Wade continued to scroll through the content on the phone, his interest piqued. He let out a low whistle, impressed by what he saw.

"Damn, this is good stuff," Wade remarked, his gaze locked on the screen. "I didn't know you were into that sorta thing, peanut. You should send me some of this shit."

Logan's cheeks flamed with a combination of anger and embarrassment, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at Wade as he kept scrolling through the phone.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Logan snapped, his voice edged with barely contained rage. "And don't you ever say anything about this again."

Wade raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smile as he kept reading. He couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, especially given Logan's obvious discomfort.

"What, you don't want me to know what gets you off?" Wade teased, his voice filled with mockery. "Come on, Logan. Don't tell me you're shy."

Logan's face flushed red with fury and embarrassment. He lunged forward, grabbing Wade roughly by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The phone clattered to the floor, forgotten.

"You're pushing your luck, asshole," Logan snarled, his face inches from Wade's. "I'm not gonna warn you again. Stay the fuck away from my phone and my personal life."

Wade laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that echoed in the small room. Despite the aggressive stance, he didn't seem intimidated in the slightest.

"Oh, come on, Lo," Wade retorted, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Don't be like that. It's not every day we get to see each other's dirty laundry."

Logan's grip on Wade's collar tightened, his claws digging into the fabric as he struggled to maintain control over his temper. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across Wade's face.

"You're playing with fire, Wade," Logan growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Back off before I lose my shit entirely."

Wade merely scoffed, rolling his eyes at Logan's threat. He pushed himself away from the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at Logan defiantly.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Wade taunted, smirking knowingly. "But I'm not scared of you, peanut. Not when you're acting like a cookie little bitch."

Logan's eyes flashed dangerously at Wade's words, his body tense and coiled like a predator ready to strike. He took a menacing step forward, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Wade," Logan growled, his jaw clenched tight. "Keep pushing me and you'll find out real fast."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken animosity and something darker, more primal. They stared each other down, neither willing to back down from the confrontation.

Wade met Logan's gaze with a challenging stare of his own, his smirk never wavering. He cocked his head to one side, studying Logan's fierce expression with an amused glint in his eye.

"And here I thought you were all stoic and shit," Wade quipped, his voice filled with mockery. "Turns out you're just as petty as me."

Logan's nostrils flared, his chest heaving with restrained fury. He balled his fists, the knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his rage.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, Wade," Logan snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I may not be as flashy as you, but I can take you down without breaking a sweat. I'm not some joke for you to play with."

Wade chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound that belied the danger simmering beneath the surface. He took another step closer to Logan, until they were nearly nose to nose.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm dealing with, Lo," Wade sneered, his eyes narrowing. "A big, tough, grumpy bear who's all bark and no bite. You're just mad because I called you out on your hypocrisy."

Logan's eyes blazed with raw, untapped power, his muscles tensing as if preparing to spring into action. His grip on Wade's shirt loosened slightly, allowing him to breathe easier.

"Hypocrisy?" Logan spat out, his voice laced with contempt. "You're the hypocrite, Wade. Pretending to care while you poke around in my private life."

He lunged forward, stabbing his claws deep into Wade's flesh.

Even as blood began to seep from the wounds, he only laughed, the sound echoing around the room.

"Bloody shit, peanut," Wade gasped, clutching his wounded arm. "Did you really think that would stop me? You've got to do better than that."

Logan snarled, his teeth bared in a savage grin. He grabbed Wade by the throat, squeezing tightly as he pinned him against the wall once more.

"I'll show you better," Logan hissed, his voice a low rumble. "How about this, Wade? How about I rip your damn throat out and end this stupid game of yours?"

Despite his threats, there was a certain desperation in Logan's actions, a hint of vulnerability that betrayed his usual stoicism.

Wade let out a surprised giggle as Logan's claws tore into his skin, fresh trails of crimson blooming where his flesh had been pierced. However, instead of backing down, he pressed forward, the knife still held firmly in his hand.

"Shit, Lo," Wade cursed, though his voice lacked any real pain. "You always this rough in bed?"

Logan's eyes narrowed, his anger reaching a boiling point. With a roar that shook the walls, he thrust his claws deeper into Wade's flesh, aiming for the vital organs beneath.

"Don't push your fucking luck," Logan snarled, his voice filled with raw, unchecked fury.

Wade stumbled backwards the claws not affecting him. He reached out for Logan's hand.

"Oh, c'mon, Lo," Wade teased, forcing a smirk onto his bleeding lips. "Just admit you want me."

Logan ripped his hand free from Wade's grasp, his claws retracting with a sharp hiss. He stepped back, panting heavily as he tried to regain control over his emotions.

"Wade..." Logan growled, his voice strained. "You're playing with fire. This isn't a game anymore."

Wade grinned, blood trickling down his chin from the cuts Logan had inflicted. He took a step toward Logan, closing the gap between them once again.

"It's always a game with you, Lo," Wade retorted, his tone mocking. "Admit it. You're just as into this as I am."

Logan's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and desire, his resolve weakening under Wade's relentless teasing. He closed the distance between them, grabbing Wade by the shoulders and pulling him close.

"You think this is funny?" Logan demanded, his voice ragged. "You think you can toy with me like this and get away with it?"

Wade leaned in close, his breath hot against Logan's ear as he whispered, "Oh, I know I can. After all, I just wanted to cuddle."

Logan's grip tightened on Wade's shoulders, his claws digging into the fabric of Wade's shirt. A low growl rumbled in his chest, betraying his attempt at restraint.

"If you wanted to cuddle, why didn't you say so?" Logan snapped, his voice laced with barely concealed longing.

Wade shrugged nonchalantly, despite the pain radiating from his wounds. "Because then you'd know I was using you for your body heat."

Logan glared at him, "Fine you kinky shit."

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 4~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: WHOLE PART IS NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, pet names not from ML (doll, ), SA!! NOT BY ML, assaults, NON CON NOT BY ML, Murder, gore, possibly angsty?, fingering, p in v, pet names (pretty, good girl, pretty girl, ) creampie, praise, lots of consent checks! long azz smut, probably my favorite work so far…👉👈

“Thank you all for coming again!!! I had so much fun tonight! we’re gonna stream again tomorrow and if not then the next day I promise!!! See y’all later and shower this next person with love!!!” You type out a raid message for everyone to copy, and click raid now.

You sigh as you take off your headset.

At least you feel tired enough to sleep now.

*loud knocking*

“C’mon!!! Seriously??” You know who it is before you even answer.

“Hello, Jared.” your voice is deadpanned and your expression unimpressed.

Although… You haven’t had a good fuck in a while…

Not that Jared is a “good” fuck. He’s at least got the equipment for the job.

“Doll, you know, I’ve been thinking about you again, just let me in to explain,” He says seriously and tries to push past you to inside your apartment.

You immediately block his path. “Excuse you. I don’t care what you’re thinking about. And I was gonna let you in, but now that you just tried to barge your way in, I’ve changed my mind. Get out of here.” You slam the door hard toward the frame.

His hand comes up, “Listen to me, bitch. I said I was thinking about you. Listen to my explanation.” He demands, his foot in the way of the blue painted wood.

Your heart races… No. Not this again.

You didn’t even notice at first the smell of it on his breath.

He’s been drinking.

You aren’t surprised or disappointed.

You are however, afraid.

“N-no… I-I don’t have to listen to you. Not now, not ever.” you remain firm. “Leave, o-or I’ll… Call the cops.”

“Hah. Like that’ll save you, doll.” He pushes the door open and throws you against a wall.

Your skull hits it with a loud *THUD*

shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

what do you do?!

Your cat runs and hides under the bed in the other room.

Thank goodness, at least Opal won’t get hurt by this maniac.

You struggle and put up as much of a fight as possible, but he over powers your every attemp.

You eventually just stop.

You turn your face, he pulls you back.

You squeeze your lips shut, he slams your head back so you gasp and let his tongue violate you.

He strips you, and throws your body, stomach down, onto the couch.

You try and crawl away, and he just pulls you back.

“No! PLEASE!!!!!” You cry out, your voice not even sounding like your own anymore.

Flashbacks to your time in the pit resurface again, forcing their way into your head while he forces his way into your body.

You cry and plead, he just punches and bites you where ever he can.

All you can do is cry now.

“Bite the pillow, bitch!” he yells into your ear.

You wake maybe thirty minutes later with his weight on top of you.

You manage to roll out while he’s in his drunken coma.

You hope while you’re at work he just… leaves…

He usually does.

The shower you take doesn’t help you feel any cleaner.

Tears don’t even threaten your numb body anymore. You’re embraced once more by the hollow feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to.

Do you even remember feeling safe only a day ago?

It feels like it was simply a dream at this point.

Jasper opens the unlocked door you left and sees the naked man on your couch.

His pupils once again blown with a familiar rage.

He drops his bag loudly onto the ground.

The man sits up, covering his exposed lower half “Who the fuck are you? You, freak! Get out!” He yells.

Jasper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.

“W-what the fuck man, what is that?!”

Jasper steps forward, and Jared jumps up to meet him.

“Get away! Freak! I’m warning you!” Jared lunges, knocking the syringe from his hands

Jasper then kicks his legs out from under him.

He falls to his knees, seeing the syringe near the coffee table, he reaches for it.

Jasper stomps down onto his veiny hand, breaking bones.

He screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the HELL do you think you-”

His sentence is cut off as Jasper crunches his hand, grinding it under his boot. “AHHHHH!!! OOWWW F-FUCK!!”

He grasps his scalp with fist fulls of sandy blonde hair next, and hovers it up over the corner of the coffee table.

Jared tries to pry the black boot off of his hand, as his eyes widen in fear looking at the metal edges.

“What the FUCK man!!!! This isn’t a joke! STOP!!”

Jasper smiles grimly, leaning down closer to him, “Oh, you want ME to stop? What about Y/N? Didn’t she ask you that?” he hums sinisterly.

“Th-That’s different! chicks always say-” he’s cut off again.

“Say what? Say No?” He barks out a cruel and unforgiving laugh.

He’s tired of this animals voice.

“Bite the metal, bitch.” He slams his face repeatedly into the corner of the table.

He gurgles and coughs, as his face swiftly becomes a bloodied, unrecognizable pulp.

You sigh. Climbing the stairs grudgingly.

You threw up at work again and they forced you to go home.

You’re so emotionally stressed, your body has started to try and rid you of it physically again.

You hear something strange, but you can’t yet tell what it is. You’re too worried how your gonna pay for next months “protection” and make the rent on time…

Your door isn’t locked still. No point, you thought.

Jared leaves it unlocked after he leaves anyway.

At least he doesn’t have a key.

The noises are coming from inside your appartment though… Is he… Hurting Opal??? You burst through the door, “Jare-” Your eyes widen, as you study the unknown man hovering over a bloodied Jared…

You go to scream, and Jasper rushes at you covering your mouth with his hand.

“Wait! Y/N!”

You’re trembling, but you recognize him by his voice now.

He removes his hand, and you speak quietly, “Jasper?”

You slowly close the door behind you…

“W-what is…” You don’t need to finish that, you know what’s happening.

“Wait! Y/N, I’m not… uhg… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” he doesn’t move anymore toward you, he just looks over the body.

He’s not attacking you.

Your brow furrows, maybe you don’t know…?

“What are… You doing? why? I’m so…” confused, but you can’t speak anymore, before tears start falling again.

Jasper wraps his arms around your shaking form, in a loving embrace, not like one of someone that wants more.

You squeeze back… You don’t know why, or how, but you know he doesn’t mean you harm.

“Jasper, whatever you’re doing, please stop… You’re.. Going to get into so much trouble for… This, a-and I’m not worth the trouble…” You shakily push through the tears.

He holds you tighter. “You are, Y/N, you are.”

“You don’t understand, I’m in a lot of deep shit right now… People are… after me. People are using me. People are-”

He kisses you.

Nobody’s ever tried to protect you before.

How did he even get here?

Maybe one of the questions you should be worried about…

How did he know where you are? Is another.

But your too overcome with emotion to think any rational thoughts right now.

Your arms travel upward, twisting around Jasper’s neck.

He picks you up by your sides, your legs hook around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom, and lays you gently on the bed.

You’re still crying, and you continue to embrace him.

His hands wander down to your crotch, he pulls away to look into your eyes, “May I?”

Through blurry eyes you nod, and push forward to kiss him again, harder than he did.

His lips push back into yours, he sighs through his nose.

His fingers hook under your panties and pull them down your legs.

You help kick them off.

He finds your slit and slowly strokes up and down, covering his fingers in your slick.

You moan into him, nothing has ever felt this good, and he hasn’t even started.

You might come already…

Your legs snap shut, locking his hand in place.

He pulls his face back again, studying yours, “It’s okay, just relax, and let it out, pretty…” he coos, his face burying into your neck now.

You shiver, feeling his tongue and his hot breath against your skin.

He smells so nice.

like fresh air.

You slowly try and relax your legs, opening just enough for him to move again.

He tweaks your sensitive bud.

“Mmmm!” You bite your lips hard, your brows so tight together your face almost hurts. You’re holding your breath too and you don’t even notice until your lungs burn.

“shhh. Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he shushes you sweetly. “You’ll be okay. let it all out, f’me”

“J-Jas-perrr…” Your body quakes with your first orgasm.

Nobody’s ever made you come before. It’s almost painful it feels so good.

Your legs snap shut again, and he chuckles quietly. “There, there, Y/N, you did so good, you’re such a good girl,” you feel his smile against your neck. “Can i have my hand back though? I need to do this for you, I wont be able to fit, and I don’t want to hurt you,”

You relax as much as you can, straining yourself as you do. He waits patiently, smiling as you try. you manage to open wider for him than last time, your body still shaking.

From the orgasm yes, and also from fear.

Not from fear of him…

You’re just…

Afraid.

You feel so safe right now, you actually feel fear. You’re terrified. and you don’t know exactly what of.

Maybe you’re afraid of letting your guard down for the first time.

Tears are streaming down your face more rapidly now.

You choke out sobs, “Jas-per… Jas…p-per…”

“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay, i promise, it’ll be okay, pretty, pretty girl.” His thumb oh so gently circles your clit, barely touching you, he can tell how sensitive you are and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He kisses your neck, and dips a finger into your quivering hole. You fight the urge to once again, snap your legs shut, instead trying to spread wider.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kisses you again, even more gently than the last time. “I’m so proud of you,”

You’re biting your lips harder, as more and more tears and sobs leave your body.

He very slowly dips another finger in.

Even after last night the stretch is hard to take at first.

You draw blood from your lips, and his other hand leaves your body to find your mouth, “here, bite me ‘nstead, pretty. I don’t wanna see you hurting’.”

You clench your teeth before you give in, you don’t want to hurt him either, so you instead use your hand to angle his fingers to your lips… You start to suck gently.

“haaaaa” he sighs so contently into your neck, the air tickles and you smile around him. You actually smile!

“I’m so, so proud of you, you’re doing so well,” his voice never raising more than a soft whisper.

Your hair is soaked with your tears now, and your wetting the pillow.

“hmmm” you hum, sucking and licking his fingers.

His other ones remain occupied gently scissoring your open.

Your body shakes as you come again.

“mm-mmmm!”

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, come f’me again, pretty,”

You open wider still, his thumb pulls away so you can come down without over stimulating you, while his fingers continue to work you’re tender quim.

Your brows peak and you squeeze your eyes shut.

He pulls completely away from you, and licks the fingers that where just inside you.

“Here” he says softly, “lemme help you, one second, pretty,” he rips the bottom of his shirt, pulling around his torso.

The sound scares you a little, but you trust him.

“May I?” he hovers it in front of your face looking deep into your eyes for your permission again.

And again, you nod, a little more eagerly this time.

He gently ties the black fabric around your eyes, careful not to pull your hair, or get it stuck in the knot.

You strangely feel more comfortable and your legs relax more easily now.

Your eyes also relax, and you sigh out, You breathe better surprisingly.

“I’m going t’ touch you again, okay?” He waits for you to nod before running just the tips of his fingers all the way up your legs.

They slowly caress you going up to the hem of your shirt, and you feel them tug gently. “m‘kay, pretty, I’m gonna take this off of you too, will you let me see you?”

You ferociously nod this time, trying not to but your lip, remembering before.

“so precious, thank you, pretty…” He slides the fabric slowly up, his fingertips still brushing against your soft skin.

He takes it off of you without touching the blindfold.

You still have a bra, and a skirt on. “W-wait!” you speak up, and he halts completely, a little surprised, but not at all upset.

You sit up so that you can reach behind you and unhook the bra. You cover yourself as you remove it, and your face heats up as it sets in that you’re willingly exposing yourself to someone.

“You’re wonderful,” he whispers awestruck, “So very wonderful. Will you let me look at you?”

Slowly you nod your head, and slowly you remove one hand, then the second. Your fists are clutched so tightly your knuckles have turned white. You turn your head, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, c’mere,” he gently takes your chin into his hand and turns your face back to him, his lips capture yours.

The love he feels pours freely into your soul.

One hand now cups your bare breast, and massages you tenderly.

“mm,” quiet moans leave your body for his.

He continues to kiss you and fondle your skin, his fingers move further up and stop to pinch your nipple.

“Mmm!” you’re surprised by the feeling but it’s so good… Your core heats up to extreme levels.

You rub your legs together this time for more friction, rather than to hide.

He pulls back with a smile. “You’re so perfect.” he says breathily, enraptured by you.

The hand under your chin moves back down ghosting over your body so you know at all times where it’s at.

“Haaaa” Your body twitches as he moves over some spots. “mM!”

“shhhhh, shhhhh, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make everything all alright.” his already soft voice gets even softer with every one of his guarantees.

“O-mmm!-kay” you breathe out effortlessly, finding your voice, and still feeling the pleasure building in your core.

His fingers split into a “v” as they encase your clit and push down, then close slowly as they slide back up with the same force.

Your hips buck up, “Ahh!! mmmm! oh no! no…” you whine.

His smile softens, “do you want me to stop?”

“No! P-please… D-don’t…” you shake your head and grab his arm with both hands.

He dips back inside of you before dragging them all the way back up and he repeats this until you climax again.

You shudder out a sigh, “Th-thank youu…” You whimper.

“Thank you, pretty, you’re givin’ me s’much”

He repositions you both so that your legs fall on either side of him.

You feel him lift your thighs and press them not too uncomfortably closer to your body.

“I’m going to enter you now, is that okay?”

You nod vigorously, “Mmhm! p-please…” You cover your lips with your hands, he lets you, smiling as he admires your every move.

You feel his hot, spongey tip press against your hole. You brace. then he slides it up your slit, before he taps it to your clit. You jump a little and smile back while biting your lip gently this time.

“Good, you’re doin’ s’good f’me” his hips roll, sliding his burning cock up and down your folds.

Your hole twitches around nothing as you come again, as you do he guides the tip into you with an almost *pop*

You inhale while he exhales, both moaning at the sudden sensation.

You squeeze him as your pussy twitches involuntarily. He holds himself there, and presses his hand to your stomach, resting his thumb over your clit.

As you come down he rubs in circles, he slides in at the same time, letting you adjust to his size as he goes.

He bottoms out and you feel fuller than you ever have in your life. “Such a good, good girl.” his voice is a little more strained now, he’s feeling the pleasure just like you are.

His tip kisses your womb.

Gently he pulls out a little bit, before pushing back in, kissing your womb again.

“I’m-gonna cum inside you. Do you want that?” he circles your clit at an even pace.

“Mhm!”

“Use.. Your words, pretty,” he sighs blissfully.

“P-please, Jasper! Cum inside me!” You’ve never wanted anyone to until today. And you want it right now more than anything else in the world.

“Of course, I’ll—fill you up, pretty” He leans down over you and grabs the headboard for more stability.

You feel that he’s closer to you and you reach up blindly to hold him as best you can.

He starts a steady and easy pace to follow, you meet every thrust with your hips.

Every time he enters the pressure against your insides turns hotter and hotter, spinning a coil inside you so tightly you see stars.

He speeds up when he feels you can handle it, and slows down when you get too high.

His dick twitches inside of you and he presses the hardest he has into you yet, you come more powerfully than all the times leading up to this and you cry out his name, “Jasper! oh! oh my, Jasper! Jasper!”

He continues to thrust in a couple more times until you feel his body shudder and your womb is filled to the brim.

“Jas-per! Jas-!” His lips crash against yours he holds the headboard with both hands now, regaining his senses while he remains inside you.

“I love you, Y/N”

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 2 months

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FOUND YOU IN A PLACE OF CHAOS: CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Eric (AQPDO) x Mary (OFC)

Summary: Eric met Mary on the ferry that was taking them away from New York. What would the future holds when you are living the end of the world?

Warnings: Any mistakes are my own. Language.

A/N: Words in italics is a dream.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Remember reblogs do more than likes. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1941

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Eric opened his eyes when the metal walls of the boat cracked. He looked around and remembered where he was, he took a deep breath and let his head fall against the wall. His sight was stuck at a point on the opposite wall, not really paying attention to his surroundings.

“What are you looking at?” A man who was sitting in the direction he was staring at spoke to him, “HEY!” Eric blinked and now really looked at the man, “What are you looking at?!”

“I…” Eric said a bit confused at the man’s tone.

The man stood and walked towards him, grabbed him by his collar and pushed him against the wall. Eric let go of Frodo and the cat ran away. “Stop Fucking staring at me!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t…”

“Do you have a problem?” Eric could smell a hint of alcohol in his breath.

“No, please. I don’t want any trouble. I wasn’t staring, I promise.”

“You listen to me, you fucking…”

“Leave him alone!” The man who helped him get on the boat spoke, “Let him go. I won’t ask you twice.”

“Oh really? And what are you going to do about it?”

“Just leave him alone, he wasn’t doing anything. He is in shock, just like most of the people in this fucking ferry. So let him go.”

The man let go of Eric, who tripped and fall in his place, the man walked pass the black man.

“And cut it with the drinking.” He said to the man as he passed by him. “Are you ok?” Eric nodded tearfully. “Here.” He gave Eric his hand and helped him stand, “I’m Henri.”

“I’m Eric.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”

They walked another level up and headed to a group of people surrounding boxes.

“This is my wife, Zena.” The woman smiled to Eric, “He hasn’t eaten.”

Zena nodded and open one of the boxes. When she turned she handed Eric a plastic bag with piece of bread, an apple and a bottle of water.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He rapidly opened the bag and bit the bread.

“Easy there. You’re gonna chock on yourself.” Henri saw Eric drank from his water, “You’re not from around.”

“No, sir. I’m from England.”

“Well, you are certainly far from home.”

“RUN!” The voice of her mother was filled with fear and just as she stood in the middle of the living room, her mom disappeared in the middle of a cloud of dust making Mary fell in her place.

The screams of hundreds of people on the street filled her ears, the sound of car alarms going off, sirens of ambulances and police cars, everything was loud.

“Aunt Mary!” The voice of her niece caught her attention.

“NO!” her sister screamed and just as her mother, her sister and niece were dragged out of the hole that was now on the side of the building.

Mary watched in shock and covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She moved as fast as she could to get to her room and hid in her closet. She tried to calm her breaths, her family was gone and she had no idea what was going on.

Once the noise died down, she left her hiding spot, walked carefully to the living room and scream.

“Mary, wake up!” Lucy shook her, “Wake up!”

Mary opened her eyes and took a breath that made her lungs hurt.

“Easy, you’re ok. It was a nightmare.” Mary’s breaths were short and panicked. “Look at me, you are safe.” Tears were streaming down of Mary’s eyes.

“I…” She kept breathing, “They’re gone.”

“I know, darling.”

“I was about to be with them.” She cried and Lucy hold her.

“Shhhh.” She swayed her side to side. Lucy’s hand rubbed her back and soon after Mary began to breathe normal and Lucy helped her lay down.

Mary look at the ceiling. “What time is it?” she said above a whisper.

“Eight o’clock. You’d slept for 3 hours.”

Mary tried to sit down and hissed when she felt the sting in her right thigh. Lucy helped sit with her back against the wall of the boat. Mary lifted the blanket and saw the bandage.

“Where’re my pants?”

“We had to cut them.” Lucy lifted the material that was bunched next to them. “I’ll find something for you to wear I promise.”

“How bad is it?”

“It was just a bit deep but long. You’re lucky it didn’t cut in a major vein.”

“But the kid is alive.” She smiled tiredly looking at the black kid sitting among others survivor kids on the opposite side. “I should be dead.”

“Yeah, but you’re not. I was not going to leave you there. Your mom…”

“My mom is gone. All my family is gone and so it’s yours.”

“Your mom was my best friend and you are like a daughter to me, I was not going to leave you to die.”

Mary’s eyes soften and watered. “I’m so scared.”

“I know. I am too.”

Mary sniffed and clean her tears with the back of her hand.

“It’s getting cold.” Lucy said, “I’ll help you put your sweatshirt on.” She took the item and easily put it on Mary.

“Where do you plan to get me some pants?”

“I don’t know, I’ll figure something out. What kind of lady would I be if I let you walk around in your underwear?” She laughed a bit. “Besides you have a hole in your panties.”

“What?” Mary looked down, her black panties were dusty but not ripped. Lucy fulling laughed this time, “I’m glad you are having fun at my expenses.” She smiled lovingly to Lucy. Mary grabbed her tote bag and took out a bag of cookies. She opened it and offered it to Lucy. “Do you know where we going?”

“Some island, you know those things can’t swim, so.”

“When are we getting there?” she bit her vanilla cookie.

“I don’t know. They don’t tell me much. But I hope when the sun rise we will be somewhere safe.”

They kept eating quietly when a soft meow made them turned her heads around.

“Hey!” Mary said with a full smiled on her face. Lucy’s heart fluttered when she saw Mary smiling. “Who are you?” The cat got near and jumped on her lap. “Oh! Hello!” Mary scratched its ears and the cat purred. “Oh you like that, don’t you?” The cat rubbed its face against her chest, “How you get here?”

“That´s the cat from the last man that got here.”

“What?”

“There was a man that swam from a pier to the ferry.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No! We don’t know who help him to make noise to distract the creatures so he could get here. He almost got caught, I saw it. He was really lucky.”

“You actually believe everyone in this boat is lucky when most of us have lost our families and friends.” She said as she hug the cat.

“I like to be optimistic. It was not our time to died, not yet at least. We have the chance to start over.”

“And how are we starting over when is the end of the world?

“How is my favorite survivor?” They were interrupted by Henri. He had found them on their way to the ferry and stayed by their side.

“I don’t have pants on.”

“Lucy told me. We are trying to find something for you. I will be forever in your debt for saving Osahar.” He smiled lovingly to Lucy and then to her, “How you feeling?”

“Sore and tired.”

“Frodo!” Mary turned when she heard an unknown manly voice. The man stopped on his tracks when Lucy, Henri and Mary turned to see him. “Sorry.” Mary locked eyes with him. He had the biggest and softest eyes she had ever seen in a man. “That’s my cat.” He said shyly.

“Oh!” Mary said and lifted the cat, “He just got here.” She smiled as Eric got closer and took the cat in his arms. He recognized her as the girl who was sleeping when Lucy was curing his hand.

Lucy and Henri share a knowing look, and then Henri cleared his throat.

“So, Lucy; Zena was telling me if you’d like to help her with some stuff upstairs.”

“Why? Of course! Do you think you can keep an eye on her?” She said looking at Eric.

“Me?”

“Yes, you…Eric, right?”

“Yes.” He thought for a moment, “I can stay while you come back.”

“Perfect.” Lucy stood up, “We’ll come back later.”

Eric stood in silence while Mary stared at him. When he turned he saw her giving him a tight smile.

“Hi.” Mary said.

“Hi!” Eric’s voice shrieked, he cleared his throat, “Hi.”

“Eric?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Mary.” She extended her hand towards him and waited until he took it. “wanna sit?” She patted the floor next to her.

Eric looked around as if he were waiting for someone to tell him not to sit, but eventually he sat down. Mary reached for her cookies and gave him one.

“So Eric, I’m going to assume you are the last man who got in the ferry.” He nodded, “Lucy told me about you, he said you swam.” Eric nodded again, “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Sorry, I… my friend helped me get here.”

“And where are they?” Eric remained silent and blink his tears away, “You don’t have to tell me, I understand.”

“Do you?”

“My whole family is dead. I saw when those things took them.”

“So Lucy is not your mom?” His voice was clearer and louder this time.

“No, she was my mom’s best friend. We lived in the same building.” She took a deep breath, “When the noise died down she went there to check if there was any survivors and she found me in the kitchen putting food in my bag.” She lifted her cookie. “I like your accent.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, “I like yours.”

“How about you?” She bit her cookie. “What’s your story?”

“I’m… was a law student.”

“Wow! You must be really smart then. I heard it’s difficult to get in.”

“And expensive.” Eric added, “I was in the subway and some pipes exploded. Next thing I know I was coming out of the water and finding Frodo outside the subway station. He took me to his owner, the woman who distracted the creatures so I could be here.” Just in that moment Frodo jumped from Eric grip to Mary’s lap and purred, “He likes you.” Mary turned to see him and his eyes were shining.

“What part of London are you?”

“Kent. Have you been?”

“No, I was studying to be a nurse. But you know it was in the plans after I finish. Travel the world… Now there is no place in the world where those creature aren’t.”

“Well, let’s hope that wherever we going, it’ll be free of those things.”

Both of them stayed in silence for a moment. It wasn’t awkward, it felt peaceful.

“Eric?” he hummed, “Can I do something?” He nodded. Mary got closer and he moved backwards a bit. Her hands land on her tie. She gracefully undo his tie and another button of his shirt.

“It was a present from my mom. She gave it to me before I came to the States.”

She smiled, took the tie, folded and put it in her tote back. “It will be safe there.”

By the time Lucy came back she found Mary with her head on Eric’s shoulder, both of them sleeping peacefully.

#eric a quiet place x reader #eric a quiet place #eric a quiet place day one #eric x reader #eric aqpdo #chocolate button eyes #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn #aqpdo #a quiet place day one

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obanais-koibito · 2 months

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~Falling For Him~

Bodyguard Giyu x Singer Reader P7

Tagging: @kimetsu-chan @larz-barz (Inform me if you wish to be added/subtracted from this tag list for this series)

(Art is NOT mine and belongs to its rightful owner)

Warnings: Mentions of gore yandere themes, do not read if this triggers you.

Your breathing hitches and your blood runs cold as you stare at Haruto, specifically at the gun he holds tightly in his hand.

“Haruto, w-what are you doing…?”

You whisper as your body begins to freeze up and your heartbeat increases. Haruto smiles but it is no longer the smile you once knew, this smile is sadistic and his eyes are filled with obsession and possessiveness. He chuckles darkly as he cocks his head to the side in a creepy manner.

“What I should’ve done long ago…ever since I became your manager, I’ve been obsessed with you and your looks yet I never did anything about it.”

He steps closer which provokes you to step back to get away from him. Haruto lunges at you and grabs your arm tightly before flinging you behind him and away from the door.

His sudden action causes you to gasp and stumble around. He shoves you away from the door and stands in front of it, his gaze darkening and his grip on the gun fighting.

“Why do you think I’ve been so protective of you? I don’t want anything to happen to my darling.”

He says with a small laugh, the sound sending chills down your spine as you tremble.

“W-why are you doing this?”

Your voice wavers from the tears that form in your eyes as you back up more. He grins and slightly lowers the gun.

“I want you to be mine, all mine! You don’t know how hard it is to see your fans fawning over you, taking pictures so close to you or even touching you! I wanted you to get a bodyguard so someone can protect you when I can’t!”

His body begins to shake as he laughs and steps closer to you, hearts glowing bright in his eyes.

“You see, even when I found that bodyguard for you, I still didn’t trust him. So I hired an assassin to try to kill you at the mall as a little test run and to my surprise and relief, he protected you. I was put at ease for some time, but then when I saw and heard him getting so close to you…calling you sunshine and hugging you-“

He makes a disgusted expression at the thought and your eyes widen.

“H-how did you know-“

“I bugged your whole place a longgg time ago, that’s why I called that very moment and told you not to get too close to him. But what did you do? You got closer to him!”

He grits his teeth and seethes as his tight grip on the gun causes his hand to tremble which makes your stomach twist and turn.

Who is this person? The guy-the friend you have trusted for so long is now your worst nightmare. The thought of Haruto watching and listening to your every move for so long makes you sick to your stomach.

“That Giyu Tomioka is bad news, and I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t touch what’s mine again! He’s only gonna hurt you-and I would NEVER hurt you darling!”

He laughs again as he approaches you and you quickly shoot back. Your back hits the wall and tears fall down your face as you watch him draw closer to you.

“S-stay back! Don’t come any closer!”

Your shout causes him to grin as he licks his lips, the sight making you want to gag.

“Oh do you not believe me darling? I would never hurt you, watch.”

He puts the safety on the gun and tosses it aside before holding his hands up, his sadistic smile never faltering.

“See? Earlier when the red dot was on you, I was never gonna actually shoot you, I love you too much to do that! When I was studying Giyu’s abilities when he protected you, I saw how he pushed you behind him so I knew he would get in front of you. I planned to kill him but he turned and instead of hitting him in the heart like I planned, it went in the right side of his chest.”

He then lets out a groan and rolls his eyes before looking back at you with crazed eyes.

“Y/n, my darling, come with me and we can run away together.”

His breathing becomes ragged as he walks closer to you at a faster pace and he begins to drool, not hearing the click behind him.

“We’ll get married far far away, have many children, live in a big house, it’ll be perfect! Absolutely per-“

A shot rings out and a bullet flies through the air, passes through his head and exits out his eye all in one blink. He drops to his knees before collapsing to the ground, revealing Giyu and some other security guards.

Giyu breathes heavily as a string of smoke rises from his gun and he looks at you with concern and worry. He drops his gun before rushing over to you and hugging you.

You hug him back tightly as you sob out of relief and you bury your face into his chest to avoid looking at Haruto’s corpse which is now leaking out blood and brains. You cry as you tremble and shake while Giyu rubs your back.

“Shh, it’s okay sunshine, you’re going to be okay…”

The security guards get out of the way of the door before paramedics come in to check you for injuries. Everything begins to muffle as your vision spins and the last thing you see is Giyu’s worried face before everything goes black.

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captainwans · 2 years

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BLUE FUNK.

— A. GRIEZMANN

pairing: antoine griezmann x fem! reader

summary: the couple face the horrors of a bombing attack in paris. the only solution to cease some of the pain away is by being held by their lover.

warning: traumatized reader, lots of angst, cursing, mentions of death and loss, mentions of anxiety disorders, ptsd, and fluff at the end.

word count: 2,7k | ( gif not mine! )

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… A VIOLENT SOUND OF EXPLOSION ECHOED THROUGH THE STADIUM, causing the football players to freeze at the spot as their eyes frantically searched for their teammates and coach. Their faces were painted with confusion, their eyebrows furrowed along with a thumping heart that was beating rapidly inside their chest. The crowd held their breath, their heads turning to each other for any reassurance, but they all mirrored the same reaction — fright. Another explosion was fired outside the stadium, causing a haywire of people screaming blue murder as the commentator ordered an evacuation.

Antoine’s body became impossibly still, the loud blaring of alarms echoing inside his ears as his eyes darted around manically, searching for his family. He just stood there, his feet glued to the grass while his eyes were transfixed with horror. His chest prickled, squeezing his lungs making him unable to breathe properly. His heart thumped loudly, hammering violently against his chest.

He seemed to snap out of his daze, his feet going on autopilot as he followed the rest of his team toward the dark tunnel. A rough hand patted his back reassuringly, causing his head to snap towards them, his glistening blue eyes locking with theirs. A pulse roared in his throat, making his jaw tremble with fear as the blood drained from his skin. The sound of cries and screams filled his ears, making him dig his fingers into his friend’s arm, his lips opening and closing without making a sound.

At the periphery of his vision, he noticed two people walking toward them. His eyes were clouded with tears and he squinted his eyes, moving his head to the side to catch a clear view. He drew a breath he didn’t know he was holding and burst into a frenzied run, collapsing into his parents’ arms. He hid his face into his mother’s neck, his trembling hands clutching her jacket while listening to her soothing words.

“It’s alright, son. It’s gonna be okay.”

Just as he took in his mother’s words, another wave of panic settled inside his chest like a tidal wave. His mind wandered to his sister and girlfriend, who were unable to watch the match. He remembered begging [Y/N] to come for his match, expressing how she’s his lucky charm. His sister, Maud, whined about how much they spent time together and wanted a girl’s day, shamelessly snatching her away from her brother to watch a concert instead. Guilt churned into his stomach, the knots tightening every time he breathed.

Antoine quickly pulled away from his mother’s embrace, his eyes bulging from their sockets. “What about Maud and [Y/N]?” he managed to let out, his voice hoarse while clutching her jacket into a fist.

His parents shared a worried look before looking at him, making him frown. “Maud is fine, she’s safe. She called us, but [Y/N] wasn’t with her. Maud said they separated when the bombing happened. We tried calling her, but-” Antoine violently shook his head, interrupting his father. “Well, try again! W-We need to get out here, we need to get them.” he snapped, running a hand through his sweaty locks as his mind went through endless scenarios.

“They’re gonna be okay. How do you even know if they’re bombing at the concert?” His father genuinely asked, his eyes softening. He inched closer to his son and rubbed his back comfortably.

Antoine clenched his jaw, his chest pains making him draw a shaky breath. He opened his mouth, licking his lips before voicing his thoughts. “They told us where the bombing is, dad. It’s near the concert and we need to get to them-” he stressed, his voice trembling with fear.

His father shook his head, making his son furrow his eyebrows with confusion. “We can’t leave the stadium, not until we know we’re safe,” he said in a calming tone, trying to ease his nerve, but it seemed to worsen his state.

Before he could let out a word, the guards evacuated the players into the dressing room, including Antoine, who peered about wild-eyed and looked at his parents, who told him they weren’t leaving his side. He walked with wobbly steps, clutching his chest, his hand turned into a fist as he took a few pats on his chest to cease the agony.

Antoine was hunched at the bench, his shaky hands dialing his sister’s number. He squeezed his eyes shut, his legs aggressively bouncing as he waited for her voice. A stab of anxiety creased into his gut, making his heart stumble over its own rhythm. His pounding heart was the only thing he could hear and he didn’t notice his sister calling his name on the other line.

“Antoine?”

He jumped reflexively, a long sigh escaping from his lips. His hand clutched at his shirt, rubbing his chest with a scowl. He painfully swallowed a lump in his throat before speaking. “M-Maud, are you okay?” he said in a quiet voice, squinting his eyes repeatedly.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. It’s [Y/N] I’m worried about. She doesn’t answer any of my calls.”

Antoine’s mind went spirally out of control, stuck on his thoughts about his girlfriend lost somewhere in the massive crowd. His eyes moved to the door, his frown deepening at the sight of security guards blocking the entrance. He bit the insides of his cheeks, looking back at his teammates. “We’re not allowed to leave.” he lamented, swallowing his fear as he gave his teammate, who was in the same situation as he was, a reassuring smile.

“Good, we don’t need another one getting lost. Stay where you are, okay? Don’t do anything stupid, brother. I’m sure she’s fine, I promise you we’re getting out of here alive.”

Alive. A chill went down his spine, prickling his skin like needles as he let out a shaky scoff, shaking his head at the choice of her words. “Please be careful, Maud. I swear to God if you-” he began to lecture, making his sister cut him off.

“We’re getting out here, Antoine.”

The line got cut off and the French man was left in his own thoughts, his mind going a hundred miles per hour. His body grew tense to the point of shaking and he clutched his phone into his hand before placing it beside him. He sniffled, grabbing the side of his head, feeling a headache forming through his skull. He leaned his body against the wall, his eyes closed as he rocked back and forth.

While Antoine was slowly losing his sanity, [Y/N] was crouched behind a metal staircase, her legs becoming numb as her eyes frantically darted across the screaming crowd. Tears slid down her crimson cheeks as her lips muttered a prayer. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the screams of terror erupting inside the stadium. As much as she tried to hold it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her.

A choked sob emitted from her lips, her hands covering her chest as though trying to stop her heart from escaping. Hard knots formed in her throat, making her unable to breathe. She silently cried, her trembling hands covering her face. Her purse was nowhere to be seen, which meant she couldn’t phone anyone. On top of that, she lost Maud when the first bombing happened. Guilt prickled inside her chest, violently cursing inside her mind for not sticking by her side.

[Y/N] remembered the sound of the explosion, her life flashing before her eyes as the bomb dropped. She kept Maud close to her side, their hands intertwined as they pushed through the body mass with fear. But somehow, they happened to separate due to endless people pushing and trying to get the hell out of there. She could only pray. Pray that she was safe and sound, away from the horror she was witnessing.

She sniffled, drawing a deep breath before shakily exhaling. She shifted to the side, moving closer to the stairs, her bloodshot eyes darting across the area. She did a double take, her eyes finally landing on a person laying on the muddy grown, blood surged from his mouth as they held a tight hand on his side.

She let out a gasp, her chin trembling like a child. She sobbed, praying and hoping it wasn’t Maud. Her body violently shook as she tried to stand up from her painful position. Her unsteady legs managed to pull her up and before she knew it, she was on the muddy ground, holding the stranger’s injury with a loud sob. “I don’t know what to do, I’m so sorry.” she gasped between her cries, looking at the stranger with panic.

Her hands were stained with blood, pooling underneath her clothes as she wrapped her scarf around their side, adding pressure. She sniffled, her nose red and runny as she tried to keep them conscious. She hiccuped, inching closer to grab a hold of their face. She noticed their eyes were trying hard to stay awake and she slapped their cheek, earning a wince in response.

The stranger grabbed her hand, a firm but gentle touch making her pause. “Y-You need to get out of here.” they croaked out, their voice raspy and hoarse.

[Y/N] frowned, her tears trailing down her cheeks. She shook her head, squeezing the man’s hand. “We need to get you to a hospital, sir.” she wavered, her voice cracking. It felt like a fist was closing over her heart, watching the color of the man’s face turn grey.

An explosion outside the stadium snapped her out of her state, making her quickly turn her head to the arena with dread. She whimpered, her head turning to look back at the man but instantly regretted it when she noticed his eyes closed shut. “No, no!” she cried, shaking him with her blurry vision.

She cursed, cupping his face with her hand. She clenched her jaw, her trembling hand reaching for his pulse. When she couldn’t find one she broke down into tears, her scream of rage devolved into a sobbing mess.

“[Y/N]!” She gasped, her body jerking towards a familiar voice. It was hard to see past the tears clouding her vision, but she knew it was Maud. She sat slouched, unable to pull herself upright as she saw her falling to her knees in front of her, grabbing her face before wrapping an arm around her.

“Thank God, I found you! We’ve been looking for you. You didn’t answer your phone..” she stressed into her ear, gently caressing her hair before pulling away. Maud’s face turned into concern, noticing the blood on her body. Her eyes went wide, her hands searching for any injury. “Oh my, are you hurt?”

[Y/N]’s eyes blinked slowly, taking her in. She slowly shook her head, her brows shot up with disbelief. She looked down, noticing the dried-up blood etched on her hands. She placed a trembling hand on her shirt, feeling the blood itching her skin. Tears welled inside her eyes at the thought of a stranger dying in her arms. She let out a sharp breath, “He died, Maud. I couldn’t–I didn’t-” her rambling led to her losing her voice.

She felt Maud’s warm hands cupping her face, her hand pulling her face toward her. “Hey, sweetie. We need to get out of here. Antoine’s already having my head.” she said in a gentle tone, helping her up on her feet as they walked toward a security guard.

She grabbed onto Maud, her hands clutching her sweater as her eyes were looking down at her shoes, not wanting to watch the horrors of the night haunting her mind. She thought of Antoine, her sweet, loving boyfriend, who was probably worried sick. She longed for his touch, wanting his arms around hers, shielding her from her pain. Worry grew in her stomach, “A-Antoine,” she rasped out, earning Maud’s attention.

“He’s fine, physically. Mentally? He’s scared shitless.” Maud told her, her face turning into a worried expression, watching [Y/N] shaken form. The pair neared the exit with the guard, who helped them guide them into the car that was waiting for them. Maud let her get inside the car first, placing a blanket around her in the process to keep her warm.

[Y/N] had her knees closed up to her chest as incoherent mutters emitted from her lips as she stared at nothing. Maud let out a sigh, her heart clenching at the sight of her best friend. She placed a hand on her shoulder, gently removing dirt from her hair. She watched her shift in her seat, turning her body toward her, her lips slowly opening. “I watched a man die, Maud.” [Y/N] whispered, her trembling hands fiddling with the cotton blanket as she blankly stared at Maud.

Before Antoine’s sister could voice her thoughts, the car stopped. The car door opened, and the same guard held his hand out for [Y/N], giving her a look of sympathy. She sank into her seat, her shoulders jumping to her ears as she looked at the man with an angsty look. She looked at Maud, who gave her a comforting smile.

Taking the man’s hand, she stepped out of the vehicle. The cold wind ruffled her hair, hitting her skin and making her flinch at the sensation. Her face felt bruised from all the crying and her throat was prickling, almost like needles were piercing into her jugular making her have a hard time breathing.

Maud held her arm and guided her to her family, who were standing beside an anxious Antoine, whose body was turned away. She gave them a small smile before calling out to them, making them instantly turn their attention to the girls.

Once Antoine locked eyes with [Y/N], he broke into a fit of cries before bursting into a run. He took her into his arms, his body shaking uncontrollably as his lips mumbled incoherent things inside her neck, choking on his sobs. “I was so fucking worried about you. God, I thought I lost you.” he cried, his shoulders shaking as he felt her arms wrapping around his neck.

[Y/N] hid her face into his chest, pulling him closer to her body as she inhaled his warmth. She sniffled, slowly pulling away, and looked at him, her face turning into a frown. He mirrored her expression, his scowl deepening at her state. Dried blood was smeared on her left cheek and her mascara was stained under her eyes along with a small bruise on her left eyebrow.

Antoine cursed, tears sliding down his chin. “Oh my God, is that blood? Are you hurt? Why are you covered in blood, mon amour? (my love).” He hiccuped, his shaky hands cupping her face, trying to wipe the dried blood with his thumb.

His hand traveled to her body, his hands searching for any injury, but found none. [Y/N] grabbed his hands, bringing them to her lips and planting light kisses. She gave him a tired smile, her bloodshot eyes tinted with a slight glint. “It’s not my blood, honey. I’m okay.” she reassured, caressing his hands with her thumb.

Antoine sighed in relief, the knot in his stomach ceasing. He drew a deep exhale, blinking away his tears before taking her into his arms. He kissed her forehead, prepping small pecks around her hairline and hugging her close to his body. “I thought I lost you. I thought– you–” he wobbled with his words, shaking his head as he closed his eyes, rocking them back and forth.

[Y/N]’s stomach churned, her eyes softening. She pulled away from his embrace, but had her arms placed around his waist. Her hand drifted up to hold the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw. He melted into her touch, reaching up to cover his hand with hers. “You didn’t. I’m right here, baby.” she told him, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her nonetheless.

She wiped a tear away with her thumb, her tired eyes trailing over his features with her lips curved upwards. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before resting her forehead against his. “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re okay, Antoine.” she said in a soothing tone, planting another soft kiss on his lips as they sank into each other’s embrace.

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Come Back | Carl Grimes Fights Part 2

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

CW: Strong language

Song inspiration: It Ends Tonight - The All-American Rejects

Carl looked for you for hours, he was crying harder than before, he didn’t mean it, he didn't mean a word he said, he decided to stop looking when he noticed it was almost dark. He headed back to Alexandria, hoping and praying to god, if there even is a god anymore, that you made it back Alexandria safe and sound. He climbed back over the wall running to his house. He busted in the door coming face to face with Rick and Michonne. Rick opened his mouth to speak but Carl quickly cut him off.

“Is she here? Please tell me shes here. Please tell me she’s here, please tell me Y/N is here.” He begged to his dad. Rick shook his head. “No? The last time i saw her she was with you, whats going on?” Rick asked starting to get a little worried.

Carl fell to his knees hearing Ricks words of not seeing you. “It’s my fault! She’s gone and its all my fault!” He screamed as he cried harder. Rick sat next to him as michonne walked up to him. “Calm down Carl, what do you mean Y/N’s gone?” She asked giving rick a concerned look.

“She’s gone! She left! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean what i said!” Carl screamed as he fell over and curled up in the fetal position.

“You didn't mean what you said? What did you say to her?” Michonne asked getting scared of Carl’s reaction.

“I..I t-told her th-that i w-wish d-dad never f-found h-her!” He said causing both rick and michonne’s eyes to widen. “Why would you say that to her!?” Rick asked or well yelled at Carl.

“I w-was playing video games w-with R-Ron and M-Mikey when i started talking about m-mom, Y/N came t-to comfort me, and Enid started talking shit about mom’s death, i went over the walls and Y/N found me, she tried to comfort me and i just blew up on her! I didn't mean too! I didn't mean it!”

Carl’s explanation of why he said what he said to you made since to rick and michonne, they shared a look before turning their attention back to Carl.

“Okay Carl calm down, we’ll look for her in the morning.” Michonne said as she rubbed his back, her words only upset Carl more. “NO WE HAVE TO GO NOW! THIS CAN’T WAIT UNTIL MORNING! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!” Carl’s screams were no longer sad, they were now angry, he was angry at himself for being the reason you left, he needed to find you tonight. “If you won’t help me i’ll go by myself again, give me the keys to a car.” He said standing up and holding his hand out, like Rick was gonna give in that easily and just hand him keys to a vehicle in his state.

“No Carl, you're not going by yourself.” Rick held his hand up telling Carl to wait before he blew up on him even more. “We’re gonna go with you, just in case.”

“Just in case what. Just in case i find her and she’s dead, and she’s already turned!” Carl said as all the worst case scenarios that could happen to you are jumping to the front of his mind.

“Now Carl let’s not jump straight to conclusions, what Rick means is just in case you happen to not see her.” Michonne said trying to keep Carl from going even more insane.

Carl shook his head before running out the door, don’t ask him how but somehow he managed to find a car that still had the keys in it. He screamed at whomever was on watch to open the gates, after who knows how long of Carl arguing to get the gates opened, they finally opened. He sped out of Alexandria not really paying attention to where he was going. the only thing on his mind was finding you, and making things right.

You had ran until it felt like your lungs were on fire, you looked around to see where you were, it was hard considering it was pitch black outside, and you didn’t bring a flashlight. You saw what looked like an empty house, you looked around and listened for any walkers, when you didn't hear any you started to walk towards the house, right before you got to the steps, you heard a car. You tried to run, but the car already pulled into the driveway, you pulled out your knife ready to throw hands, or well knives at the driver.

Carl was about to give up, every single worst case scenario was already in his head, he pulled into what he thought was just another driveway to turn around, then he saw you. he shut off the car quickly and got out, he held his hands up as if he was surrendering. “Y/N baby you're okay.” He said walking up to you.

You bit your lip and looked away “Why are you here? I thought you wished your dad never found me.” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“I didn’t mean it, i was just upset baby girl. Come back with me, come home.” He said as he reached you. You nodded and looked at him. “Okay.” You said making him smile and reach for your hand. “But it’s best you leave me alone.” His smile faded at your words. “What?” He asked you, you sighed “I don’t know if i can do this anymore Carl.” You said, you swear you heard his heart break., one of the worst case scenarios he imagined happened. “A-Are you breaking up with me?” He asked with tears going down his cheek. You didn’t say anything, you just walked to the car and got in waiting for Carl.

The drive back to Alexandria was silent, except for the sounds of crying coming from both you and Carl. Once you both arrived, you went to get out but carl stopped you. “I love you Y/N so much i’m so sorry for what i said please don’t throw us away.” He said, you just once again sighed. “it’s too late to fight carl. goodnight.” you got out of the car and went to your house, the house you also shared with Glenn and Maggie.

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Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 14

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Clicking on his flashlight, Mike cocked his head sideways, entranced by what appeared to be an oatmeal outline of a butt. “So…what? Someone got wet and wild with the oatmeal machine?” he said, peering around the corner at his fellow security guard, Devin, who was in the process of checking each and every stall thoroughly.

“Looks that way. I told you we needed to double security for the testing department,” said Devin as he kicked open the last unchecked stall, disappointed and confused to find no one inside, “It doesn’t make sense. There’s no one hiding in the lockers or the stalls, and there’s no other way out of this bathroom.” Pressing his fingers to his temple, he sighed, not looking forward to reporting to his superior empty-handed. At least if they found the vandal, they could avoid getting chewed out for a security breach.

Shaking his head, Mike waved Devin back to the entrance, offering him a sympathetic smile. “Well, consider your point proven. Maybe now, they’ll listen when we say we’re stretched way too thin,” he said, patting his colleague on the back, “Tell ya what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna stand guard outside of this changing room and keep a close eye on the testing chamber while I radio to maintenance for a clean-up crew, sound good?”

Nodding in response, Devin shook off his dejection and followed Mike into the main testing chamber. “Wanna get some beers later tonight? It’s Thirsty Thursday at Mickey’s and I could use a-WOAH!” he said, cutting himself off mid-sentence as one of his feet slipped out from under him, nearly causing him to fall over. He planted his feet and stuck his arms out wide, quickly regaining his balance. Looking down at the floor, he expected to see a clump of oatmeal with a shoe print skidding through it. However, what he found instead was some kind of sticky, purple goo, “...the hell?”

“What’s up?” said Mike, attentively approaching Devin only to stop dead in his tracks as though his feet had been glued to the floor, “Dev, is this a prank or something?!” He twisted his upper body around frantically, attempting to dislodge his feet to no avail.

Shaking his head no, a panicking Devin soon found that both of his shoes were stuck to the floor as well. In his struggle to free himself, he lost his balance once and for all and tumbled backward onto his butt, landing atop the sticky surface. “What is this stuff?!” he shouted, trying and failing to remove his hand from the ground.

Suddenly, the gooey ground began to shift around them as a purple blanket of slime began to converge at a central point, rising from the ground in the process. Unfortunately for Devin and Mike, the shifting slime carried their bodies with it, sucking them in closer to the epicenter. “W-What the fuck are they working on in here?!” screamed Mike, lunging with all of his weight in hopes of unsticking his feet, only to flop down onto his belly, trapping him like a bug on a piece of fly paper.

With both Devin and Mike unable to escape, they could only watch with growing horror as the goo continued to pile onto itself until its central form was several feet taller than the two burly men. “How dare you enter MY domain?!” said a booming feminine voice, a pair of slimy eyes forming on its face.

The security guards could only shriek in terror and plead for forgiveness as they fruitlessly scrambled to dislodge themselves from the angry-sounding slime creature. “I-I’m sorry! W-We’ll leave immediately,” cried Devin, who was shaking like a frightened chihuahua. His fear became so great that he accidentally let out some pee into his black slacks, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the mysterious, sentient goo monster.

“Hahaha! Looks like someone forgot to diaper up this morning,” said the female voice, cackling maniacally at the pitiful guard. As her eyes wandered over to the two-person diaper that Crissie had presented her with earlier, a devious plot formed in her mind, “Don’t worry, I can help you both change into something far more appropriate.” Extending several slimy tendrils out from her body, the slime creature effortlessly lifted the pair of men off of the ground. She snickered at their meek attempt to wiggle out of the many tentacles she used to bind them, getting quite the kick out of how easy it was to keep them hovering in the air even as they kicked and writhed to free themselves.

“P-Please! I’m just a security dispatcher! Let me go and take Devin! He’s the one who was harassing you!” pleaded Mike, showing that he was more than willing to throw his buddy under the bus for his own sake.

Dropping his jaw in shock, Devin’s frightened state immediately swapped to animosity toward his co-worker. “Fuck you, Mike! Take him! He just sits in his office most of the day anyway! No one will even notice!” he said, hoping for any sort of mercy from the slime monster. Sadly, the only response he got was having a tentacle shoved between his lips, silencing him and filling his mouth and throat with flavorless goo. Straining his peripheral vision, he saw that Mike had fallen victim to the same fate.

“There, much more peaceful without you two squabbling,” said the slime, orchestrating her tentacles to position the two guards back to back. She then picked up the diaper with four leg holes and slowly shimmied it up the two men’s legs, quite a feat considering how strongly they were jerking their lower halves back and forth to stop her. Their efforts were tragically in vain as in no time at all, she managed to slot them into the two-person diaper, taping it on them snugly before using the built-in waistband lock to secure their conjoined undergarment.

Depositing the two men back on the ground, the slime let go of their bodies to allow them the opportunity to explore their new padding for the foreseeable future. It may have been a little cruel but it was an absolute delight to watch them fail to do something as simple as stand up without crumbling back down onto their tushies. As a finishing touch, she grabbed two pieces of Bubbly Baby bubblegum and forced them into the mouths of her two captives. They tried to spit out the sugary confection but Codi’s tentacles were relentless, keeping the gum firmly held between their teeth. After a few chomps from both Devin and Mike, she released them, watching with unabashed glee as their expressions faded from anxious to docile to giggly in a matter of seconds. “Now, you two sit here and think about what you’ve done,” she said, booping them each on the nose before rushing back toward the changing room.

Flattening herself to the floor, the slime dove under the changing room’s door and rose up on the other side, gradually returning to her humanoid form as Codi. “Told ya I could do it!” she said proudly, having completed Crissie’s latest dare.

“Yay! I had a feeling you’d have fun with that,” said Crissie, running up to Codi and throwing her arms around her, paying little mind to the parts of her that were still unformed goo, “Let’s hurry and find that key! We don’t want to deal with anyone else showing up before we-MMMMF!”

All of sudden, Crissie had her mouth filled by a long, gooey tentacle. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself growing instantly moist behind her cursed chastity belt. With her resistance flatlining, she opened her lips more and flattened her tongue to allow Codi’s slime to travel down her throat, which eagerly pressed into her tummy and rubbed up against her womb. Surprisingly, she still found she was able to breathe through her nose, letting her know that Codi was skilled enough to pull this off without suffocating her. Meanwhile, a second tentacle slithered over the waistband of her diaper, through the slots of her chastity, and into her moist slit, filling her from top to bottom. Her limbs went weak as she moaned hard, allowing for her entire body weight to be supported by Codi.

“Ah, ah, ah! It’s my turn to give the dare and I won’t have you rushing me,” said Codi, taking her fully formed hand and brushing it against Crissie’s cheek, “I Double Diaper Dare you to avoid cumming until I get us back to the nursery. If you can do that, I’ll concede and let you win.” While to an outsider, her offer may have appeared fair, both she and Crissie knew that Crissie was never going to be able to hang on for that long.

Codi had barely stepped foot outside of the changing area before Crissie felt the first orgasm overtake her. Her body quivered in Codi’s arms, refusing to let her mask how horny she had become. Part of her expected Codi to say something snarky as her climax happened but instead, Codi didn’t say a single word, deciding to comfort her with a series of soft headpats.

Watching as Codi scanned through the scattered oatmeal to find the teleport key, Crissie leaned into the crux of Codi’s arm and closed her eyes. She didn’t need to see her find the key and bring them home. She fully trusted that Codi would take care of her and keep her safe. “Ah uv oos,” she mumbled through her mouthful of slime.

“I love you too, Crissie,” said Codi, leaning down and planting a kiss on Crissie’s forehead.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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