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Cream Filling: Chapter One

Warning: Use of drugs and dubcon.

(MC is dosed with an aphrodisiac and is all too willing... But you know)

This was originally posted on A03 and is my most popular work, so I thought I'd put it here.

I hope you enjoy.

Lightning flashed overhead, lighting up pitch black streets for an instant. Elle Shepard nearly slipped on a horribly placed patch of mud. Windmilling, she caught a streetlight and came to a stop. A crack of thunder made her let go. Another bolt struck, enveloping the buildings and pavement in a brightness that was almost blinding, before a loud boom shook the windows.

Finally, she came upon a neon sign, showing a drink being shaken, then poured into a martini glass. The glass then changed to a coffee mug, the shaker into a pitcher. The words read: Ramses Brew, Bar and Café.

Pushing open the door, Elle stepped inside and pulled down the hood of her raincoat. Closing her umbrella, she stuck it in the container with the rest. Music played, pool balls cracked, conversations blurred together in one continuous hum. A bartender passed out drinks, moving with inhuman speed.

Walking up to the bar, Elle took a seat on the stool near the end. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a stack of papers and set them on the polished wood.

“What will it-” The bartender flinched at her, their nostrils flaring. Their voice sounded like many people talking at once.

“Oh, you’re the human.” They reached into their pocket and pulled out a phone. Tapping on the screen, they sent a quick message and put it away. They dropped their voice and leaned in closer to her. “Sorry, our drinks are a little too strong for your kind.”

They were most likely a demon, with horizontal lined pupils and a pair of antlers. Their sunken face showed a skeletal structure that was more deer than human, with a slight brown fuzz instead of fur. Their hands were coal black, their fingers tapering off to a clawed end.

“Can I just have water?” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart fluttering. Focus! The job was more important than a one night stand.

“Of course.” They bowed their head, before going to a new arrival at the bar.

Sighing, Elle debated pulling her hood back up when she felt the eyes on her. No, she’d have to get used to the stares if she wanted to get this job. A human woman, with dark hair and hazel eyes, wearing dress pants and a button up peach blouse. No horns, fangs, scales, or a tail. Not even markings that would signal she was a mage or tied to someone with magic.

Swinging her leg back and forth, Elle sipped at her water, looking around the bar. There was a pair of trolls playing pool. A pair of drow were in the corner, looking like they were discussing more… Intimate plans. A human looking man sat on the couch, a cane between his legs. A spread of cards were on the table in front of him, small black wisps curling around them. He seemed to be the shortest occupant, he was probably a head and shoulders taller than her.

“Ms. Elodie Shepard?” The voice made her turn.

An angular face stared at her. It was human in appearance, but black scales appeared like freckles, shimmering in the low light. A pair of ram horns curled around cheeks, the ends sharpened and looking ready to puncture anything that got near them. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and a red vest, with a black tie. He was young, appearing to only be in his early to mid 30s.

“Yes!” Elle held out her hand. The speaker took it in shimmering black hands that were very large compared to his body. They left a residue on her skin that she tried to discreetly wipe off when he turned around, looking at the loft above. "But please, call me Elle."

“Let’s go talk more privately.” He walked to the bottom of the stairs, unclipping a chain that indicated the area was closed until the morning.

Elle nodded and followed him. Stepping aside, he allowed her to go first and clipped the sign back in place. Once the links were formed, a small bit of magic rumbled through the floor, making Elle’s knees weak. Gripping the handrail, she kept herself from falling and quickly climbed up.

Once they were in the loft, Ramses clapped his hands and a few candles lit. The light was warm and calming. There were a few couches set up, with a coffee table between each pair facing one another.

Taking a seat, Elle set her papers on the table and cleared her throat. Even with the water, there was still a tickle in her throat.

“Alright,” The man sat down. “So, as you may know, this is my business. Ramses Sesbrun.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I appreciate you coming out so late, but since demons don’t do so well in sunlight…” He shook his hand back and forth like he was tipping a scale. “I still have a limited staff, so I don’t have much of a day shift.”

Elle nodded. “It’s fine. I’ve got this.” She reached into her shirt and pulled out a silver chain, with wire wrapped around an obsidian stone.

Ramses flinched at the charm, before clearing his throat. Elle quickly stuffed it into her shirt and shuffled her papers.

“Alright. So as you may have noticed, we have a bit of a uniform.” He gestured to his attire. “It doesn’t matter if you prefer skirts or pants, just make sure it’s got a white button up shirt under your apron and a tie or scarf.” Inhaling sharply, he adjusted his glasses again. “We have a very diverse staff. If you do get the job, expect to work with all kinds of people.”

Elle simply nodded. “I know it is probably a strange thing, getting a human to apply.” The thought of being around so many demons and patrons of the “other side”, it was somewhat exhilarating.

“A little. But your safety is promised here,” Ramses insisted. “I’ll do what I can to make sure that you and your fellow employees are comfortable in this environment. Everyone here is just looking for a place to unwind.” He smiled at her, showing his teeth were fangs.

Shifting uncomfortably, Elle gave a smile. Those fangs looked like they could leave some decent hickeys. Wait, no, she had to remain professional. “Erm, not to sound too forward, but the job posting mentioned pay?” Right. Stay professional.

“Oh, right.” Ramses picked up a staff of his own papers from a table next to the couch. Flipping through the stack, he left small black thumbprints on each page. No wonder he needed help with the kitchen and other places. He probably couldn’t even touch the food he served his customers.

Finally, he stopped at what he was looking for. “I know the pay is high, but that means I’ll be expecting more from you. But if what I’ve heard about humans is correct…” His cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to rely on stereotypes, but I know humans are known for getting things done faster.” He clicked his mouth closed, not wanting to insert his foot into his mouth.

“Then you’ll be happy to know I fall into that!” Elle said quickly, hoping her tone didn’t sound too desperate. “I promise I’ll be fast and get the work done!” She clasped her hands together. “I just really… Need a job.” A job that seemed to offer a lot of eye candy...

Ramses nodded, taking her papers and flipping through them. “I’ve already read what you sent me, but I just want to make sure…”

He made a couple more noises of affirmation, before setting the now spotted pile down. “I don’t know if you’ll have a uniform on standby, but I think we might have something in your size. If you are willing to come in tomorrow, then I can have Wrecks and Horac show you the ropes.” Tapping a finger to his lips, Ramses’ brows knit together. “You don’t have Arachnophobia, do you?”

*** “Welcome to Ramses!” Elle called out, bowing her head. When she straightened, she ignored the look of befuddlement from the new arrivals. “Just two?”

After seating the pair, she bid farewell to some patrons as they left. They acknowledged her, but seemed more confused than anything else in her presence. When the door closed behind them, she went to quickly clean their table.

Despite looking bulky, the maid outfit they had provided her was light and cool, with a long skirt, deep pockets in the apron. She’d brought her own tights and comfortable shoes. Her hair was tied into a pair of buns to keep it out of her face.

The morning rush was a surprise. Most demons were supposed to be unable to walk in sunlight, but that didn’t stop the clientele from coming in, carrying parasols, charms to protect them, and even wrapping themselves in bandages.

The newly arrived pair were dragonborn, who had quickly fallen into an in depth discussion about maidens and maids. When she approached them with her notepad, pencil to the paper, they quickly quieted.

“Can I recommend one of our Ashburnt Scones?” She asked. “They’ve got an arsenic glaze!”

After taking down their order, Elle quickly scampered to the kitchen and placed the paper on the counter.

“A pair of Coalpressed Muffins with Ashen Dustings!” She called out.

The Drider at the stove nodded, pulling out some blood red pancakes with a tar like topping that he set on plates, the two smaller legs at his waist doing small clean up details. A pair of triple lens spectacles balanced on his nose, which he was constantly adjusting to allow a different pair of eyes to see. Despite his name being “Wrecks” he actually seemed rather dexterous and nimble.

The second was the boarman, Horac, who was frying several cuts of meat and eggs. He seemed immune to the open flames, casually reaching across them to turn over a large slice of ham. Elle tried to not think too hard about the implications.

“Breakfast rush is almost over, rookie.” He said, his voice barely audible over the chaos of the kitchen.

“Thanks!” She took the plates and lined them up on trays, before rushing back out to the main room with the orders.

“I can’t believe a real life human is here,” A goat headed man said as she passed.

“I know. And so fast, too.” Their companion appeared human, but their teeth were too sharp. Enough to pass the line from sexy to frightening.

Just smiling, Elle passed over their food, which they quickly began to ravenously tear into. The remarks, while strange, seemed mostly positive.

By the time the morning rush was over, Elle’s feet were killing her. She collapsed into a chair once the last customer left.

“Elle, can you tell Ram I’m coming in late tomorrow?” Horac said, not giving further details as he went out the back. The bell chimed as he left.

“Sure.” She merely lifted her hand to give a wave he wouldn’t see.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Wrecks said, his voice jolting through her. He hadn’t spoken all morning, only cooked and passed the orders to Elle. The dishes and counters were clean, so she wasn’t going to complain.

Once the ache had mostly gone, she got up and went to change the menus over. The bell chimed again when her back was turned, and she quickly turned back around.

The newcomer had silvery hair, a pair of fox ears twitching on his head. His eyes were closed, his mouth pulled into a vulpine grin.

“Welcome to Ramses!” She tried to pour in the sugary sweetness that customers loved. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Hopefully, Wrecks wouldn’t mind serving up breakfast still. “So, he did have a human on his payroll.” The new patron muttered to himself. “How quaint.” A bushy silver tail waved behind him.

Elle felt herself blushing. “Can I get you anything? Our Blasterjelly rolls are a customer favorite, along with our Hadesfire Pomegranate Tea.” She reached for a menu to shove in his hands. His gaze seemed focused on her, despite his eyes being closed.

“No,” He held up his hand. “Thank you. You served my friend earlier.” Reaching into his sash, he pulled out a box about the length of his hand, the width of two put together. “He’s too shy to show his gratitude in person, so he sent me in his stead.”

Setting the box on the podium, he turned on his heel and gave a backward wave, the bell chiming as he left.

Frowning, Elle used her pen to open the corner of the box. Inside, she saw a small flat pastry, the side of one showing a beet colored paste. Picking it up, she realized they were covered with powdered sugar. Setting it back down, she closed the box and stuffed it under the podium. How odd she’d been given a human friendly dessert.

“Ready for round two?” Wrecks asked when he came back in, wiping his hands on a towel.

“You know it!” She brushed back her hair, pushing the fox man out of her mind.

The bell chimed, a trio of trolls coming through, looking like they’d gotten off a construction job. A goat headed woman burst through the door behind them, looking frazzled. By the end of the second shift, Elle was nearly laying on the table. Her feet and back ached, her hair was a mess, and the uniform was rumpled.

“And my favorite part of the day…” Wrecks said, flipping the sign to indicate they were closed until the bar opened. He laughed to himself as he went to tally up the totals.

“Count this for me to make sure my math is right.” Taking the cash from the drawer, Wrecks slid it to her. He poured himself a sludge looking coffee, enough steam and heat coming off it to fog up his spectacles. Sweat trickled down his brow.

Elle’s stomach growled, and she found herself blushing. While his lower half made her nervous, his upper half was certainly handsome.

Right. Focus.

“Oh, right.” Wrecks paused. “You can’t…” He struggled to find the words. “Eat anything on our menu, can you?”

“Not without getting violently ill,” Elle admitted, before remembering the podium. “Oh! Right!” Rushing to it, she pulled out the box. “I was going to pack my lunch, but I woke up late!” She’d actually slept in her car because she was terrified of missing her first shift. It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting for her at home. And driving nearly half an hour both ways seemed like a poor use of her time.

Sitting next to the money, she took out one of the cakes and took a bite. Powdered sugar flew around her in a cloud, sending residue all over the uniform.

Keeping the cake in her mouth, she nursed at the paste and counted out the cash, keeping notes. Once she finished, she paused over the calculations and finished eating. Then, she quickly ate a second, barely tasting it as it went down.

“Get some actual food,” Wrecks chided. “I can smell the sweetness from here. Where did you get that if you didn’t pack your lunch?”

“Apparently one of the customers really liked my service and gave me a gift.” Elle shrugged. She looked down at her tips for the day, her breath catching in her throat. How much money did this damned clientele have!? Pulling out her wallet, she quickly signed off on the amount and collected it. Looking down at her uniform, she excused herself to the bathroom.

There was no way she was going to risk getting it dirty and looking unprofessional. If she was going to be making money like this every day, she was going to take this job seriously. Going to the restroom, she did what she could to clean up her uniform. No way was she going to take a dock in her pay to pay for the outfit.

Her face felt hot. Slipping off the apron, she unbuttoned her blouse and splashed water on herself. Looking in the mirror, she saw her cheeks and neck were crimson. The blush spread even further, hidden by her shirt.

Slipping off her blouse, she stared at the sleeveless shirt, which only showed off more of her flushed skin. It was still hot, but more bearable. And she was NOT undressing more. Splashing her face again, she got her hair damp. Slicking back her loose bangs, Elle took in a deep breath.

When she walked out, she saw Wrecks looking at the cakes. Holding one between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it. The paste oozed out, dripping onto his fingers. He had his phone to his ear, waiting for someone to answer.

Elle was about to complain he’d ruined part of her gift, but his expression was serious. It sent a twinge of worry through her, followed by another hot flash. This one made her head spin, and she quickly sat down.

“Where did you get these?” His voice was sharp.

“Some guy dropped them off. Um… Foxy.” She started to recall his face, but all it did was cloud her mind with other details she’d overlooked. The way his collar bone peeked out over his robe. How veiny and strong his hands looked. His lips, perfectly glossy, the fangs peeking out with his grin.

“Shepard?” Wrecks asked.

“Hmm?” She smacked her cheeks to try and refocus. “Where was I again?”

Before Wrecks could answer, the person on the other end picked up.

“Yeah.” Wrecks tossed her a damp towel.

Wiping it across her sweaty skin, Elle began to inhale deeply. She felt hot all over, her body starting to shake. Every fiber of her clothing brushed against her, scraping her raw.

“I’m sure it was him,” Wrecks’ voice sounded like it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “Bet my first born on it. I could smell fuckery on the box.” He looked over to Elle, licking his lips nervously. “She seems fine now, but I don’t want to touch her, could you get a hold of a human doctor?” He paused, nodding along with the speaker, small grunts escaping his mouth.

“Alright.” He hung up, inching closer to Elle.

“That was Ramses. He’s on his way.” He pulled another towel off the counter and soaked it in icy water, before passing it to Elle. “Those cakes were laced with… Something.” He frowned, brows coming together.

“I guess it was Tanpopo’s way of saying hello…”

“Who?” Although Elle was sure she had a good idea who the Drider spoke of. Her insides twitched, needing to be filled. Sweat trickled down her neck and back. Slowly, she laid down in the booth, her legs facing the wall.

“An asshole who runs the bakery down the road.” Wrecks jerked his thumb behind him. “He thought it would be funny to “prank,” He added air quotes. “Some of our staff last year by spiking some cakes and tea with Hellfire Mint.” Three pairs of eyes watered at the memory. “Most of them were fine, but one of our hosts got sent into early labor and had to go to the hospital.”

Fanning herself with a menu, Elle panted. “I wish I’d been warned.”

“Well, there hadn’t been any problems since then,” Wrecks explained. “Horac was a pretty decent deterrent.”

Elle’s mouth was suddenly dry. The heat was becoming unbearable. Her legs refused to budge, each breath making another flash of arousal go through her. “I’ll get you some water.” Wrecks excused himself, quickly coming back with a glass. He passed it to her. “Now, I’m not sure how long this is supposed to last, but Ramses seemed pretty sure he knew what it was.”

Their hands touched. Elle let out a cry, dropping the glass. She shook, nearly convulsing as the need seized her.

Wrecks jumped back, his legs skittering across the floor, unable to gain traction.

Elle was on her feet, grabbing the front of his vest and pulling him to her. Their lips nearly brushed.

“No no no no no no!” He said rapidly, using his front legs and arms to push her away. “It’s flattering, but you are in no condition to be initiating this!”

His skin was scalding hot against hers. She grabbed his clothing so tight she thought it would rip. Pulling him close again, she ignored the impact of his front legs against her skirt.

“I’m terribly sorry, Shepard.” Wrecks said, before she suddenly couldn’t move.

Looking down, she saw she was covered with white bindings. Webbing kept her still, binding her legs together below the knees, and her arms below the elbows. He then pushed her back into the booth.

The bell chimed. Nostrils flaring, Elle thrashed around to try and sit up as the scent of Demon hit her.

“Oh, thank Arachne.” Wrecks backed away. “You made good time.”

“Of course.” Ramses' voice thundered in her ears. Elle’s lips parted slightly as she continued to wriggle around, trying to get free of her bindings. “Leave us. This is easier if there’s only one target.”

Wrecks didn’t have to be told twice. He picked up his scant belongings and quickly scampered out the door.

Ramses stood in front of the booth, his crotch the perfect height for-

And he was gone.

The door locked.

Then, he was back.

“You’ve ingested Asmodeus Fruit,” He explained, pulling out a knife. “Better known as Lustberries.” Looking at the blade, he set it down on the table. “Hold still.” His visible skin was wrapped in bandages. To protect him from the sun?

The order made Elle still, the only movement was her shaking with desire.

“I’m going to cut you loose. But you have to promise me you’re not going to jump on me. Okay?”

Despite the words barely registering, Elle nodded, her body still trembling.

Ramses cut the bindings, his bandaged hands brushing against her. Unlike with Wrecks, it didn’t send a jolt through her. But his scent, the way he panted with exertion… She found herself leaning forward.

“KNIFE!” He yelled, shoving her back. His hand hit her protective charm, and both of them went flying back. She hit the wall hard, and he slid into the front counter in front of the kitchen. Wincing, he slowly got back up, rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you okay?” Her legs were still bound. She started to climb out of the booth.

“Stay!” He commanded, getting up.

Elle’s legs became weak, and she nearly face planted on the floor. Catching herself, Elle held onto the corner of the table. Her charm hung low.

Ramses rushed over, cutting her legs free.

“Now. Listen.” He shook his finger in her face.

Nodding, Elle leaned forward.

“Go to the loft.”

She rose up, the charm snagging on the corner of the table, the wire wrapping coming undone and the stone falling to the ground, sliding under the booth.

Her feet slapped against the floor, she nearly tripped over the chained sign as she ran. But she was up the stairs, lungs and chest heaving. Collapsing onto the couch, she felt the heat rolling over again, almost unbearable. Clothes continued to rake against her skin so roughly she thought it would make her bleed. Her hands went to her top, trying to pull it off.

“Okay, Elle. I need you to listen to me.” Ramses said, coming up in the loft. “Normally this stuff wears off after a few hours. But it’s demon fruit, so humans suffer-” He let out a surprised noise as Elle rushed over to him.

When her hands touched his shirt, she realized he wasn’t wrapped under his clothes. Working her fingers through the gaps between his buttons, she touched her fingertips to his bare chest. The heat of his skin made her shudder.

Dropping to her knees, she started to unbuckle his belt.

“Elle!” He said sharply. “Hold on!” Grabbing one of her buns, he held her head in place. Lips parted, she looked up. Panting, she reached for him. Despite denying her advances, his erection was growing quickly.

“Here.” He pulled out a vial, a white liquid inside. “Drink this first. I know it’ll be nasty, but-” As he spoke, the white liquid suddenly yellowed and seemed to become crusty.

She grimaced.

“I know. But the other cure is… Not ideal.” He offered her the vial. Uncorking the top, he pressed the glass to her lips.

Slowly, he tilted it. Once the liquid touched Elle’s lips, foul gelatinous sludge tried to worm its way into her mouth. Pulling back, she sputtered and coughed. Eyes watering, she shook her head.

There was glass breaking, and the liquid spilled all over the floor. The fog was gone, but Elle suddenly felt so hot she started to claw at her clothes.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Ramses grabbed her arms, straddling her. His erection dug into her as he pinned her to the floor.

“Elle, listen to me.” His breath was warm against her skin, caressing skin, the wetness from it sliding down her body.

Closing her eyes, Elle thrust against him. Ramses let out a distressed yelp, before gripping her tighter.

“Fuck me…” She moaned, rubbing against him. A wet spot was left on Ramses pants, although she wasn’t sure if it was from him or her.

It was getting so hot she felt like she was going to pass out, black spots filling her vision. Her clothes felt like they were tearing large chunks of her skin off.

“I’m… So sorry.” Ramses picked her up off the floor, setting her down on the couch.

“For what?” She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down. Their lips almost touched, but he turned his face so she kissed his horn.

“You’re in no state of mind…” He knelt between her legs. “Just let me try something.” Taking her tights, he clumsily pulled them down. Catching the waist of Elle’s panties, Ramses left her completely bare. At the sight, averting his eyes, Ramses cheeks turned crimson.

“Yep…” He struggled to find the words. “That’s certainly Asmodeus fruit.”

Elle touched herself, spreading the soaking lips wide. Grinding against the couch, she felt herself drenching the fabric.

“Okay.” Ramses draped her legs over his shoulders. “I’m going to try something. If it doesn’t work, then we have one option left.”

Elle nodded, but her mind was buzzing. Grabbing Ramses by the hair, she shoved him into her drenched folds. Whatever response he had was muffled, making her shiver.

His tongue began to trace her lower lips, before he slipped it inside. Ellen held his head in place, biting her lips as he continued to lick. Reaching up, he seized her thighs and spread her legs wider. His breath made her tingle.

Closing her eyes, Elle focused on the sensation, the heat now concentrating in her lower half. Ramses’ head bobbed back and forth, the sounds of licking and sucking so loud in the empty loft. She let out several moans, trying to lock her legs around his head.

Keeping her legs open, Ramses continued to lick, before exposing her clit and swirling his tongue around it. Elle moaned, releasing his hair and grinding against his face. “Come for me, Elle.” He groaned into her, his breath so warm. “Come for me, please.”

Letting her head lull back, Elle moaned and grabbed the couch tight enough to feel the fabric start to rip. She felt the orgasm start to build, each lick eliciting another cry from her. Eyes watering, she nearly screamed when Ramses plunged his tongue inside.

But before she could release, it was like slamming into a brick wall. White filled her vision as the heat became a searing pain. A scream escaped her and she shuddered, falling to the side.

“S-stop…” She panted, tears streaming down her face. “It… It hurts.”

Ramses pulled back, his bandages around the lower half of his face now loose. They were soaked with Elle. Small bits of skin were visible. Despite the pain in her lower half, Elle grabbed Ramses by the shirt. She then climbed on top of him, rubbing her aching groin over his crotch.

“Fuck me, please.” She begged, continuing to grind against his hardness.

“Hold on.” Ramses pushed the table to the other couch, his glasses askew. Picking Elle up, he placed her on the couch. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to the ground. His fully erect cock came forth, beads of precum dripping from the tip. Elle leaned forward, wrapping her lips around it.

Ramses let out a surprised moan, knees nearly giving out as Elle sucked. Once the few drops of precum were swallowed, the heat drastically reduced. Panting, Elle pulled back and let her tongue swirl around the tip.

Then, she felt herself blushing. The reality of the situation began to crash around her. Pulling her head back, she quickly let go of Ramses cock and put her hands at her side.

“Um…” The wetness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I’m… Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Ramses panted, sitting down on the table. “It wasn’t your fault. I understand if you want to leave now.”

Elle stared at his cock, swallowing hard. It was glistening with her saliva. She should leave. This was not only inappropriate, but they were both in a bad spot. But her body was literally hurting with need.

“Ramses.” Her face was probably tomato red. What had she just done? Ramses probably thought… “This wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But I should have warned you.” He was attempting to put his dick back in his pants, which seemed to be a challenge.

“Erm…” She prodded her forefingers against one another, biting her lower lip. “This is super inappropriate. But is the antidote for this fruit…” Her voice trailed off as she became more flustered. “You know, demon semen?”

Mutely, Ramses nodded. “I didn’t want you to either get too excited or too disgusted.” He looked up at her when she stood over him. “Because I’ve been told it can be rather potent.”

“So, are you sure you gave me enough of a dose?” She lifted her skirt, showing him her wetness. “Because I would, uh, prefer not to go back to how I was.” Her legs shook, the blush filled her entire body.

Ramses’ eyes went wide, and he took off his glasses, setting them down on the table. “I’m not sure. It’s not an exact science. But…” He was cut off when Elle kissed him, straddling his lap.

“Oh.” He kissed her back, looping his hands around her waist.

“Elle,” He said, his voice muffled by her mouth. His pupils dilated slightly, the blood vessels thickening.

“Hm?” She pulled back, her arms around his neck.

“If you want to wait, the lust will wear off.”

Elle thought about it, but shook her head, “I want to do this.” She nibbled at his exposed skin, hands running up and down the nape of his neck.

“Very well.” He stood, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist.

Setting her back onto the couch, Ramses straddled her, pinning her arms above her head against the armrest.

“Are you still hot?”

She nodded.

Taking Elle’s shirt, he slid it off and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her skirt.

“Aren’t you?”

“Sunlight.” He gestured to the windows.

“Oh.”

“Consider this… Paid overtime.” Nudging her legs open, Ramses lined himself up, prodding against her slit. Each touch made Elle gasp, grinding against him.

Then, he slid inside. Elle gasped, instantly clenching around him. Ramses gripped the back of the couch, letting out a surprised whimper. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust. Once her arms were free, she let her hands explore him.

The touch seemed to encourage him further and he hilted himself.

Elle screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into Ramses’ shirt. Covering her mouth with his, Ramses began to pound into her, each thrust making her see a flash of color.

“God,” He said between thrusts. “You’re so tight.” His breath was warm against her face and neck. Leaning down, he nibbled her neck. “I…” The blush returned to his face.

Elle pulled him back, their lips meeting again. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she let them dance as he found his rhythm and continued to pump back and forth. Each moan encouraged him, and he went harder.

As the thrusts went deeper, Elle cried out, her back arching. She ran her hands down Ramses shirt and vest, the fabric chafing against her skin. Unlike her own clothing, it pushed her closer to the edge, but she felt herself hitting the wall again.

Her breasts began to bounce, and Ramses groaned, his legs and buttock suddenly clenching.

“Please!” She begged, squeezing him tightly. “Finish inside me!”

“Fuck!” Ramses yelped, before he released, the fluid spilling out of Elle. Panting, he shuddered, placing his hands on either side of her head. Sweat trickled down his face. Clenching, he thrust against her as he emptied everything inside.

The orgasm finally came, and Elle clenched, wrapping her legs around his and pulling Ramses close. Shivering, she panted and closed her eyes.

“I think… That’s enough.” He slipped out of her and sat up on the couch, his softening cock still shimmering with her wetness.

Elle shuddered, then slowly sat up, rescuing her shirt from the floor and holding it up to her chest. She was covered with the strange black residue from his hands.

“I am very sorry about that.” Ramses zipped his pants up and buckled his belt. “I completely understand if you want to quit.”

“Umm…” Elle worried at her lower lip. “You see, I didn’t exactly dislike it and I really need this job.” She couldn’t even look at him without blushing.

“I could tell.” Ramses eyes went wide and he put his glasses back on. “Although I’m not sure how much of that was me or the Fruit.” He rubbed his face. “I’m going to kill that fox the next time I see him.”

Elle swallowed hard, thinking of the cakes. “Um, before you get all worked up, shouldn’t you get ready to open the bar?”

Ramses rubbed his face with a sigh. “I’ve got some time.” He looked her over. “I know you live farther away, but do you want to get cleaned up at my place? Er, not that I’m inviting you back over for...” He let the silence hang in the air.

Sighing, Elle nodded. “One thing at a time. I need to get this ‘antidote’ off me before it leaves a stink.” The scent of sex was already making her dizzy and flushed.

Helping her up, Ramses helped her dress and helped her back down to the main gathering area, collecting the charm from the floor. Stopping at the umbrella holder, he pulled out a parasol and opened it. When he took a few steps outside, he suddenly staggered.

Wrapping his arm around her, Elle helped him walk.

“It’s not too far," Ramses explained. “Erm, so, about what happened.”

“My lips are sealed,” Elle mimed locking her lips and throwing away a key. “As long as you don’t tell the others about me trying to blow you. And everything else.”

Ramses stifled a noise and looked away. “It’s fine. Just erm… Expect a bonus on your first check.”

“A bonus?” Now she was starting to feel like it was some sort of hush money.

“I take… Very good care of my employees.” Ramses frowned. “It’s hard to keep them on.” Swallowing hard, he sighed. “Elle, what I did back there, I promise I’m not normally like that. I know demons have a reputation for being sinners, but I don’t want you to feel I took advantage.”

“Too bad, I had a lot of fun.” Elle blushed at her words. “Sorry, was that too much?”

Ramses bit at his lip. “No, but I am your boss. I don’t want rumors to spread.”

“I understand.” She felt the rest of the heat finally leave her body, leaving her head clear. “But don’t… ever be afraid to ask. I um, headed after this job for a reason. Not just for the pay.”

Ramses hid his face and nodded.

If every day was going to be like this, then this new job was going to be interesting. She’d have to apologize to Wrecks tomorrow.

At least there was hazard pay.

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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

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Part: 8

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Authors Note: I don’t know why but I can’t tag some people even though I’m spelling their users right. I’m sorry for that, I have no idea how to fix it. Anyway, thank you for all the love and support from the other parts! <3 I also apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes, I tried to proofread but I’m not sure if I got everything.

You chug the rest of your beer, rolling your eyes at the obnoxious scene in front of you.

“Tell me more! Tell me more…” Jeremiah’s and Cam’s voice fades the more you walk away, turning the corner to find the nearest bathroom.

Noticing the long line that probably hasn’t moved in 10 minutes you make your way upstairs.

After your little pity party earlier, Conrad arrived. It was strange for him to be here since he’s been all “moody and quiet” as Belly would put it, but it made sense since Nicole was here.

“Hey, you see Jere anywhere?” He asks you, looking at you for split second before looking around the yard.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Probably in one of the rooms hooking up with someone.”

Conrad looks at you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “That’s Jere. If you see him, can you tell him I’m staying the night here?”

You purse your lips, really wanting to be petty and say something along the lines of “oh he’s probably going to be staying the night at his one night stands place as well” but you decide against it.

“Sure.”

Conrad thanks you, entering the house.

Staring at the liquid inside of your red cup, you realize you shouldn’t be outside because you were avoiding Jeremiah and Taylor. You should go in there, make new friends and have fun.

You bounced your leg up and down, anxiously.

Screw it. You probably look like some weird loner out here. Even Conrad’s inside and he’s supposed to be the anti-social one.

And after many drinks and socializing with many people, you somehow ended up in the living room where karaoke was going on. Leaving almost immediately after Jeremiah and Cam started singing their hearts out.

You made no effort in trying to tell Jeremiah what Conrad said. You avoided him all night, the moment he walked in the same room, you walked out.

Placing your cup somewhere, which most likely will never be found, you make a beeline straight to the stairs.

You may have had a little too much to drink that night as it took all your strength to not eat shit on the stairs. Finally making it up there, you try every door only to be met by some random couple either in the midst of making out or ripping each others clothes off.

“Sorry.” You say loud enough for the third couple you walked in on to hear. You close the door, your eyes drifting to the last door at the end of the hallway.

Oh please be a couple free zone.

If not, you can just wait in line. Or find a bush outside.

You hold your breath as you peek your head in, grinning as there was no couple on the bed. Just a flower crown.

You walked in, slamming the door behind you and flinching hard when you heard the two gasps coming from beside you.

“Ew, what the hell you guys! You couldn’t have done that in the car?” You complain, throwing your flower crown next to Taylor’s that was on the bed.

Steven and Taylor were frozen in horror, staring at you with wide eyes.

You scrunch your face up in disgust, walking by them to get to the bathroom. “Wha—“

“Oh my god!” Belly shrieks, pointing at the two in disbelief.

Before Belly could even confront the two, Steven dashed out of there.

“Steven—“ Taylor starts, trying to grab his arm before he could leave but he already did.

“You’re hooking up with my brother?”

“I swear, It just happened!” Taylor excuses, shrugging as she look between you and Belly.

Belly makes a face, “Wha- What you got bored? He’s dating someone! You know, someone he actually likes.”

Taylor scoffs, pointing to herself. “You’re saying he couldn’t like someone like me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying—“

“Ohhh, shittt! Steven has a girlfriend!” You say out loud, finally putting two together.

Belly spins to look at you, her eyes narrowed. “What? Did you know? Jesus— how long have you guys been hooking up?”

“I just got here! Like a second before you, maybe half a second before you…” You say, starting to ramble before Belly cuts you off.

“This could get so messy, Steven, he’s taking her to the deb ball and all those girls are her friends!”

Taylor rolls her eyes, “Oh my god! I’m so sick of hearing about this fucking deb ball. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Taylor looks her up and down, using her hands to elaborate.

“Why? Because I’m not just going along with everything you wanna do? Is that why you threw yourself at my brother? So, that… you can get back at me?”

“Y’know, you act so innocent Belly. Like you’re the victim.” Taylor hisses.

“Victim?” Belly repeats.

“I think you’re the self absorbed one, Belly. How do you not know I’ve had a crush on Steven for years. If you weren’t so obsessed with Conrad—“

“What is wrong with you? People are going to hear!”

“Who cares! There’s more than one story happening here but you seem to only care about the one where you’re the main character.”

There’s a pause before Belly excuses herself, rushing out of the room.

You stand there awkwardly, watching Taylor pace the room as she buries her face into her hands.

“Starting fights with everybody tonight, huh?” You sarcastically say, stopping when Taylor looks up to glare at you.

“Mind your own fucking business.” She snaps, snatching her flower crown off the bed before storming off.

You shrug to yourself, rushing to the bathroom.

“Okay but think about this… what if we are all dead but we just don’t know it? Like when we die, will we know when we are dead? Will it just be a void or what?” Your new friend slurs, explaining with his hands to prove a point.

You nod quickly, “That makes so much sense! I wonder if I’m dead.”

“I wonder if I am too.”

There was a pause before the two of you broke into fits of laughter, snorting and not giving a damn since pretty much everybody in this household was drunk.

“I wonder if vodka and apple juice taste good.” You ramble, putting your finger to your chin as if you were thinking.

Whatever his name is scoffs dramatically, shaking his head way too fast. He stops, looking like he was going to puke before going back to normal. “Y’know what’s good? The cherry mountain dew and vodka. That shit is chefs kiss. You ever see Gordon Ramsey?”

“Gordon Ramsey? Oh. my. gosh. Like JonBenét Ramsey?”

“No, that’s different. I’m talking about the old guy.”

You think for a moment, taking a sip of whatever you had in your cup before responding. “Oh the british guy.”

“I think he is! You know how to talk in a british accent?” He speaks in a accent, raising his eyebrows up and down.

You had no idea what his name was. But you bumped into him on accident and the two of you just started talking. Who would’ve known you guys would have a lot in common?

“Yes, hello sir.” You speak in a terrible accent that wasn’t even british, frowning as the guy broke into a laugh.

You flinch at the sudden weight around your shoulders, turning to look at the one and only, Jeremiah Fisher.

“Heyy look, it’s playboy!” You chirp, shrugging his arm off you.

Jeremiah ignores your comment, doing some dumb handshake with your new friend who now wasn’t your new friend because apparently he knew Jeremiah.

“Oh great.” You mumble, drinking the rest of your drink.

They make some small chat while you awkwardly stand there, swaying on your feet as you thought of ways to get out of there.

I’m gonna go use the bathroom!

I’m gonna go find a drink!

I’m out of here!

Adios!

“Oh right, I came over here to take this little fire cracker home.” Jeremiah announces, pinching one of your cheeks teasingly. You smack his hand away, glaring at him.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you around then?” The guy asks, hopeful.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah.”

He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, hesitating, “You, uh, you think I could get your number or something?”

Your eyes widen, your cheeks burning. Oh god, did he just ask you for your number? You heard that right? Right?

“Ye—“ You start, already searching your pockets for your phone before you get cut off.

“It’s actually been a crazy day, think we’re just gonna call it a night. Let’s go, Y/N.” Jeremiah states, staring at you expectantly.

You glare at him, sending an apologetic look to your new friend. “Whatever. See you around.” You managed to say before Jeremiah led you through the house and to his car.

Jeremiah opens the door to the backseat, impatiently waiting for you to get in.

You don’t. You just stand there.

“You couldn’t have waited till after I gave him my number? You’re such a cockblock.” You complain, looking back at the house.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes. “He’s a player anyways! You wouldn’t have been the only girl on his phone.”

You scoff, sarcastically smiling at him. “Says you!”

He groans, letting go of the door to rub the bridge of his nose. “Just get in the car, Y/N. I’m tired.”

“I’m tired.” You mock, begrudgingly getting into the car. You reach out to close the car door before Jeremiah could.

You look through the window and watch as he stood there for a moment, seemingly contemplating on something before walking back to the house.

You waited until you couldn’t see him anymore to kick the seat in front of you out of anger, which was barely a kick as your leg felt way too heavy to even move. Same thing with the rest of your body.

Stupid Jeremiah.

Always ruining everything. Ruined Belly’s dinner for you, ruined the party for you, what else is he going to ruin?

It’s funny how fast he changed from the moment you met him to now. When you first met him, it was like, it was too good to be true. He was practically a golden retriever just in human form. Everything about him was perfect, everything. His hair, his eyes, his lips, oh dammit, why didn’t you kiss those lips—

You stop, holding your breath in realization.

Did you have a crush on him?

Pfft, why would you, have a crush on Jeremiah Fisher?

But I mean, who wouldn’t?

No. Stop it.

The car door opens, making you jump.

Jeremiah tosses a napkin at you, “There. You happy?” He closes the door before you could even react.

You pick up the napkin, flipping it over to see the number written in pen ink. You feel guilty.

Both the driver and passenger doors open, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Isn’t Conrad staying the night? Didn’t Taylor leave with Cam and Belly?

“Taylor, you better not crash my car.” Jeremiah complains from the passenger seat.

God dammit.

“Relax, Jeremy. I’m actually a excellent driver. Plus, I’m not the one who chugged a beer in under a minute for what? 5 dollars?” Taylor giggles, starting the car. She moves her seat forward along with fixing the rearview mirror.

“Hey— it’s money. You would’ve done the same!” He says defensively.

You don’t bother with putting your seat belt on, too exhausted. Leaning your head against the door, you close your heavy eyes. Their argument fades into the background, your head pounding.

“THAT’S TOO CLOSE!” You jolt awake, scanning your surroundings before realizing you were still in the car. Jeremiah and Taylor still in the front seats, arguing.

You rub the side of your face that was against the car door, looking out the window to see that you guys were outside of the familiar beach house.

“Gosh, you’re so dramatic!” You hear Taylor say, putting the car in reverse before slamming on the breaks. The breaks sends you forward, not enough to hurt you but enough to fully wake you up.

“Excellent driver” my ass.

Jeremiah sarcastically groans, “I’m never letting you drive again.”

“Good! Your car smells anyway.” Was the last thing you heard before the two of them exited the vehicle, their argument being muffled.

You looked around the backseat, searching for your phone along with the napkin. You spot them on the floor, snatching the both of them and shoving the napkin in your pocket.

You squint your eyes as the light from your phone nearly blinded you, checking the time and missed messages from earlier.

Belly

Left early 11:25

Jeremiah said he would give you a ride 11:25

Perfect for some alone time if you know what I mean 😏 11:26

Oh yeah how should I ask Cam to the deb? Do you think he would want to go with me? 11:28

Smiling, you shake your head. You type out a quick response but before you could send it the car door opens, revealing Jeremiah.

He holds the door open, rubbing his eyes before motioning for you to come out. He holds out his hand. You take it, shoving your phone into your pocket.

Silently, he wraps his arm around your waist before closing the door. He helps you into the house, then up the stairs and to your bed room.

He finally let’s go, sitting you down on the bed.

Crouching down to your level, he scans your face. “Are you wearing makeup?”

You realize how close he is, your breath hitching. You looked into his eyes, those eyes, getting lost for a moment.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod.

“Where’s your makeup remover?”

You point to the vanity. He gets up, unzipping your makeup bag before he stops. He holds up wipes, “This?”

“Yeah.” You muster out. Your heartbeat quickens as he comes back, stopping to crouch in front of you.

You reach your hand out to grab the wipes but he stops you, grabbing your chin with his other hand and softly pressing the wipe to your face to get rid of the makeup.

Your cheeks heat up at the gesture, feeling the cold wipe on your face as you dropped your hand. He takes his time, making sure to get everywhere.

He tosses the wipes in the trash can, going back to his crouching position to take off your shoes. You don’t stop him, your whole body felt like it was burning. You’ve never felt like this.

It felt like you were going to explode. Or puke. You didn’t know if it was because there were too many butterflies in your stomach and they needed a way out or just the alcohol you had tonight.

“Your hands looks better.” He mumbles, grabbing your hand to examine it. He flips it over a few times before letting it.

You stare at your hand the bruises looking more of a yellow-greenish color, “It’s pretty sore though.”

“I’m surprised it didn’t break.”

“What, after you guys ditched me?”

He’s quiet, frowning. “I came back for you.”

“Pfft, because you knew your mom would kill you if you didn’t.” You say, dropping your hand into your lap.

“I came back for you, not because of my mom.” He affirms, making eye contact with you so you could know he was telling the truth. You break it, your cheeks feeling hot.

There was silence for a moment but he breaks it, suggesting that you should lay down. You agree laying down as he shimmies the comforter out from underneath you. He tucks you in and fixes your pillows, making sure you were comfortable before he wishes you goodnight, leaving.

“Jere?”

He stops, turning back around to look down at you in concern.

“You okay? You need anything?”

You shake your head, staring at him. “No… I just…”

You felt so weird. So tingly. You were exploding with so many different emotions. You’ve had crushes before, silly crushes… but this was different.

You wanted to tell him. But, was it too late? What if Taylor was right? Would he really just hook up with you to leave you the next day?

“Thanks.” You finally settle on saying, facing away from him. You bury your face into the covers, mentally cursing at yourself but also just wanting to sleep.

He doesn’t respond.

And before you know it, he’s gone.

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joshlmbrt · 7 days

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🔪 YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES, BUT YOU CAN’T RECOGNIZE MY FACE (BUT YOU BELONG TO ME). |

CONTENT WARNINGS; based off of scream - no correlation between the actual stranger things plot besides some characters, longer than usual oneshots by me, one use of y/n - but it was needed, mentions of weird phone calls, murder, talks of blood, puking, no happy ending (sorry folks).

beginning beta read by; @madelynraemunson & @littlexdeaths

an; was too proud of this to let it just go to waste, i have uploaded again with some added details:p.

“The gruesome murder of Hawkins High School cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, has instilled fear into many Hawkins residents. What was a normal day for this teen girl, had taken a turn for the-” Your finger presses down on the remote, tossing it onto the coffee table that was piled with your school work.

Your eyes stare at the small black print, teeth biting at the loose skin around your nail. A murder? In a town as small as Hawkins?

You suddenly feel sick, the churning in your stomach causing you to press your palm over your mouth when you close your eyes. You think about Chrissy’s last moments. How frightened she must’ve been. How she tried to scream with no one around to help.

You wonder how fast she bled out. If she had to suffer the injuries that only someone sick and twisted could do to another individual in such a gruesome way.

You flinch when you hear the shrill ring coming from the phone in the hallway. You stare down the dark path before slowly standing. Your eyes dart towards the door - it’s locked and chained. Thankfully you remembered.

You flinch again when you hear the ringing again, slowly walking down the hall and picking the phone up from the receiver, pressing it to your ear.

“Hello?”

It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear breathing. Your fingers wrap around the cord and you peek around the corner at the window above the sink.

“Who is this?” Your brows pinch together. It’s still silent on the other end. You shake your head, pulling back. “I’m hanging up.”

You drop the phone back onto the receiver, turning away from the phone. You stumble in your footsteps when it rings again, looking over your shoulder.

You sigh, walking back quickly, yanking it up from the receiver. “This isn’t funny.”

“Woah. What’s up with you?” The voice on the other line is smooth and sounds like honey would if it were a person - Eddie Munson.

Your eyes shut as you shake your head to yourself. “Nothing.”

“I just called. You couldn’t hear me?”

“That was you?” He hums on the other line. “No. I didn’t hear you, all I heard was breathing. Anyway, what’s up?”

“I was seeing if you’ve been captured by that mushy boyfriend of yours or not.”

You laugh and lean against the wall. “Steve is a nice boy once you get to know him, Eds. Leave him alone,” He mumbles something on the other line. “But he’s about to come over. We’re supposed to watch a movie together.”

“Oh,” He says dejectedly. “Alright, then.”

“You wanna join us? He’s picking up pizza and beer.”

“No thanks. I’ll stay here, all by my lonesome. You have fun, but not too much.” Eddie’s voice had gone up with a teasing lilt that has you rolling your eyes. You push yourself from the wall.

Your head lifts when you hear a knock. “Alright, loser. He’s here. I’ll see you later?”

“You know it.” The line goes dead and your dropping the phone back onto the receiver, walking towards the door and opening it.

“Pizza and beer delivery.” Steve grins goofily, lifting each item.

You let him step in and set the stuff down before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a couple of kisses against the cluster of freckles on his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

Steve’s shoulders wiggle under your arms as he tries to slide the jacket he wore off, laughing softly causing a puff of air to hit the side of your cheek. “We just saw each other this morning.”

“Still too long,” There’s a glossy print in the shape of your lips. You pull away, nudging your nose with his. “How was work?”

His hands finally slip into the back pockets of your jeans, causing you to giggle and stumble forward more. His smile is lopsided when he stares down at you. “Good, I guess. Keith was such a-” He pauses, taking a breath as he shakes his head. “He was more than what he usually is.”

You pout softly. “I’m sorry,” Your head tilts, fingers sliding into his hair, scratching at his scalp. “Let me go change. Then we can snuggle on the couch and watch a movie, yeah?”

Steve nods and presses one, two, three pecks onto your lips. You smile against his, pressing one more on to his lips, before walking away.

“Oh, by the way,” You call from your room. You hear a creak outside that lets you know Steve is outside your bedroom door. “I got a weird phone call.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You let out a small laugh, slipping on some shorts. “All I could hear was breathing. But Eddie said it was him.”

“Munson?”

You roll your eyes, slipping on Steve’s old faded gym shirt, walking out. “Yes. Eddie Munson. You both gotta hash, whatever it is that makes you both act all tough, out. It’s getting tiring honestly.”

“Maybe I just don’t like him around you.” He follows behind you, brows pinched slightly.

“He’s my best friend.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.” Steve’s voice had lowered slightly, but you could still hear the raspiness - the strain - in his voice.

Your brows lift and you slowly turn to face him. “Are you jealous, Steve?”

“Why would I be jealous of someone who doesn’t have you, hm? He’s the one who should be jealous.”

“Well, he’s not,” You sigh a bit, shaking your head. Your arms reach out and land on his biceps as you step closer. Your fingertips drag down Steve’s arms slowly - you smile when you feel the goosebumps raise and notice the slight heaving of his chest - he always gets that way from the smallest of touches from your fingertips.

“You’re the only one I want, okay?” He nods quickly. “No. I want you to say it back.”

“I-I’m the only guy you want.” Your lips spread out into a grin as you nod.

You pat his cheek softly. “You’re so right, Stevie,” You nudge your nose against his, eyes fluttering down to his lips before looking back up towards his mossy greens. “You’re the only one I want.”

🔪

The sound of the toilet flushing causes you to wince as it echoes off the walls. You button your pants, unlocking the stall and stepping towards the row of sinks, flipping the cold water on.

You watch as the bubbles slip down the drain, eyes flickering up to the mirror. Bags had made a home under your eyes - not even concealer could hide that you hadn’t been sleeping.

There was another murder. Nancy Wheeler.

She was one of your friends, acquaintances at best since she would be at the mini hang outs Steve would host. Her and her boyfriend, Jonathan Byers, would show up with mini snacks that she had made and Jonathan wanted to capture moments with his camera.

She was sweet, nice, and caring. Always asking if you needed help with anything, or even saying hello as you both passed one another in the hallways of the school.

Jonathan hadn’t been present at school and he wouldn’t want to be present. Rumors of him ‘breaking’ finally and doing something terrible had made the poor guy seem crazy.

You know there would’ve been judging stares thrown at the boy.

The sound of another toilet flushing catches you off guard, your head turning quickly to look at the stalls. They seemed to be all empty.

You look away, turning the water off and reaching for a paper towel. You dry your hands off quickly, before looking back towards the mirror.

You pause, head tilting when you notice black combat boots from the gap.

You turn back again, blinking once, twice, three times before hearing the stall door unlock, the sound echoing off the walls making your heart drop and alarms go off in your head.

You turn quickly, rushing out of the bathroom, looking back once you finally make it into the hallway - your breathing hitches when you notice a figure in the mirror, your own body stumbling into someone else’s. Rough palms grip your arms causing you to swat them away.

“Hey! What’s- Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your chest heaves with heavy breaths as you realize it’s just Eddie who you’d bumped into and was not gripping your arms trying to keep you calm.

“S-someone… There was…” Your mouth feels dry and you still feel panicky, the feeling of eyes on you making your head turn and look over both shoulders. Your chin quivers as you shake your head. Eddie shakes you slightly by your biceps, his brows pinching with confusion.

“Hey, eyes on me,” Eddie’s rough palms leave your arms, landing on your cheeks and navigating your head back towards him. His eyes are wide slightly, rounded and soft as they stay on you, never once looking away. “Let’s try again. Deep breath…” He watches your chest as you inhale, the small S pendant sinking in between your collarbones - his heart skips a beat and there’s a weird feeling in his chest.

It should’ve been a different initial that rests in the hollow of your collarbones.

Blinking, his eyes dart back to your face quickly before you could even notice and decipher the look etched onto his face.

Eddie nods, curls bouncing with the motion and tickling at his cheeks. “Good… Good job,” He whispers, thumb wiping away the tear that runs a wet, salty track down your cheek. You are suddenly aware of the smell of weed and the overwhelming scent of spicy cinnamon cologne trying to cover the pungent, sweet smell. “Now tell me what’s wrong?”

“There was…there was someone in the bathroom.” You shudder on a breath.

Eddie lets out a small chuckle. “I’d figure. It’s a-”

“No! It…” Your eyes squeeze shut. “I think it might’ve been the killer,” Your eyes slowly open to see a spectacle look on Eddie’s face - pursed lips and his brows slightly furrowed. “Just.. forget it. Never mind.” You shake your eyes. He grabs your wrist before you can walk away.

“I’ll check.”

“No, Eds. You’ll get in-”

“Trouble?” His brows lift slightly, finishing your sentence. You nod. “When has that ever stopped me? I’ll just poke my head in, peek around, and pull away. I won’t walk in fully.”

Your eyes dart back towards the bathroom and you find yourself nodding again. He smiles softly, stepping towards the bathroom, opening the heavy door and peeking inside.

“Hellooooo? Any killer in here?”

“Eddie.” You warn through gritted teeth, shifting on your feet as you look down the hallway quickly.

Eddie then pulls away, letting the door slowly shut behind him. “No ones in there, sweetheart. Have you been sleeping?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “What does that have to do with anything?” You defend. “I know what I saw.”

He quickly puts his hands up in defense, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just asking. I’m worried about you. With…everything going on. Now, you’re saying you are seeing things. You need to get some rest.”

“I know what I saw,” You repeat your words. “And if you don’t believe me, that’s fine.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” He walks towards you slowly. “I…” He looks like he’s contemplating something and it makes your shoulders slump a bit as you stare at him.

“You what?” You tilt your head.

“I’ve been getting these weird phone calls,” He rubs at his temple. You frown, arms dropping by your sides. “I don’t think it’s anything to be worried about though. I just- have you gotten any weird calls?”

“A while ago…” You nod. “What do they say?”

“Nothing. It’s just breathing. Really heavy breathing,” Eddie looks down at his feet. “I think I might know who it is though.”

“Who?”

“Steve.”

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. “What? Why do you think it’s Steve of all people?”

“For one, he hates me —”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

He ignores you. “Secondly, when I asked if it was Steve, he hung up.”

A laugh slips from your throat and you shake your head. Eddie frowns. “You think it’s Steve - my boyfriend - who’s been behind the weird phone calls that you’ve been receiving and the killings.”

“I never said I thought he was behind the killings,” He tilts his head. “What, are you thinking it’s someone you know?” He asks.

Your lips purse together at the question and you quickly look away - because you have thought about the possibility of someone close to you being capable of these things.

“Oh,” It’s a teasing whisper from Eddie that has your eyes shooting back towards his face. “You have, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie, sweetheart… I know you better than yourself. Maybe even Stevie,” There’s a small hum that leaves Eddie’s throat. “It’s kind of weird, though, isn’t it? His ex being murdered, stabbed multiple times. Sounds personal.”

“Yeah, well, Chrissy - a girl who had no interest in you besides buying - was stabbed multiple times too,” You snap. “Sounds personal, doesn’t it?”

You immediately regret the words that spill from your mouth when you notice Eddie’s face go blank of emotion. You sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not-”

“I said, it’s fine,” Eddie snaps. Your head rears back from his forceful words, blinking quickly as you tilt your head. “I gotta get to class anyway.” He pushes past you in a rush.

“Eddie!” You watch as he turns the corner, a sigh leaving your throat as your shoulders slump. “I’m sorry.” You mutter to yourself.

The walk back to class is filled in silence besides the sound of your feet against the linoleum floors that had light bouncing off of them.

Slipping back into the dim classroom, the teacher sending you a look you ignore as you slip into the chair beside the window.

Immediately, your fingers pick up the pencil that rests in the carved dip that it rests in, doodling small little flowers on the side of your page, cheek resting on your palm.

There’s a muffled scream and a dull thud that comes from outside, catching the attention of other students, chairs scraping against the floor in a quick movement, catching you off guard.

Gasps fill the room along with some screams and girls who turn away, running out of the classroom. Your brows pinch together, standing as you slowly push your way through the some of the remaining students who seemed as if they couldn’t pull away.

Your mouth parts when you see a body laying outside - Jason Carver. His arm seemed like it was bent in an awkward position, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and blood staining the back of his polo shirt.

Back-stabber.

Your eyes dart up, noticing something move behind the trees. It comes to a stop, turning and staring at the window. Bodies bump into your shoulder but you can’t seem to move away from the window, breath shuddering from the mask that was shaped as if the ghost is permanently screaming.

Who would’ve thought that a plastic mask could bring so much fear?

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“I’m sorry,” Steve says over the loud music bouncing off the walls of his suburban home. You glance at him. “I didn’t know this many people would show up!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have told Tommy!” Your brows lift slightly. Steve nods because he knows you’re right.

If he wouldn’t have blabbered to Tommy, of all people, there wouldn’t be people he barely even knew throwing about antiques of his mothers and pulling out old wine that his father invested in that cost more than the prices of their houses put together probably.

The music suddenly lowers and Billy Hargrove, the newest boy of Hawkins, presents the idea of watching a horror movie since Stevie-Boy had such a lovely collection.

You stumble on your feet a bit when you feel someone bump into your shoulder. Steve grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. “Watch where you’re going.”

“My bad,” It’s Eddie. You quickly look over your shoulder at the boy who had his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk on his face, the metal lunch box he holds squeaks slightly by the black handle. “Didn’t mean to brush against your precious luxury, Harrington.”

“Who invited you?”

“Steve.” You mutter under your breath, hand reaching out, placing it flat on his back.

“No, I seriously want to know.”

“Billy. Getting paid handsomely, I must say.” Eddie grins - a conniving and teasing smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.

“I want you to leave.”

“I have deals to make. No can do, big boy.” Eddie turns and starts to walk towards the patio doors. Steve’s hand shoots out, gripping his wrist. Eddie smirks, dark brown orbs dancing down towards the fingers that wrap around his pale skin.

“I’ll call the cops.”

“You’ll also be getting in trouble,” Steve’s brows pinch in confusion, fingers loosening around his wrist. Eddie pulls his arm away. “Curfew, remember? You’re basically putting people in the line of danger. So I’d rethink your statement if I were you - but that’s just me.” Eddie grins, patting at Steve’s shoulder before continuing his walk towards the patio door.

Steve flinches at the sound of loud music, but this time it’s theme music coming from the television speakers - Wes Craven's Nightmare On Elm Street playing.

He sighs and rubs his forehead, turning towards you. He frowns when he notices the far off look on your face. “I’m sorry… I know he’s your friend but he just… he gets under my skin.”

You open your mouth but Billy is cutting you off by roughly slapping at Steve’s shoulder causing him to stumble forward a bit from being caught off guard, narrowed eyes sending the blue-eyed boy a look. “Where’s the beer, Harrington?”

Steve sighs. “Garage.”

Billy grins and looks at you, blue eyes dancing up and down. “Nice pants.” He walks past you, turning his head once again a lopsided smile on his lips that has Steve clenching his fist at his side.

“I’m just going to hang out in your room.” You shake your head, walking past Steve and towards the steps, jogging up them. Steve turns to watch you, sighing as he leans on the counter.

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The sounds of screams and howling laughter that are coming from downstairs are muffled. Your eyes look around Steve’s bedroom, humming to yourself softly, sliding the pendent back and forth on the chain.

You’ve been in here multiple times, but now you really take the time to stare at the posters and photos that are lined up. You sit up when your eyes land on a frame that’s hiding behind another, head tilting.

You glance towards the door before pushing yourself off the fluffy comforter before walking towards his messy drawer, moving the photo frame that had a photo of Steve and yourself, heart dropping at the one in behind.

Nancy and Steve. There was still a photo of Nancy and Steve on his dresser. One where Steve was looking like he was really in love with the girl, eyes focused on her face. Your brows furrow together, lips pursing together.

There’s a small part of you that was happy the photo was hidden by yours and Steve’s photo - but the other half was angry. You didn’t mind him keeping the photo. But maybe somewhere hidden in a box under his bed where you wouldn’t even think about looking.

You needed to go home before Steve caught you looking at the photo. You turn away, yanking your sweater from where it was thrown onto the chair, slipping it on and quickly making your way down the steps.

It’s quiet now, you notice, the television at a low volume and the laughter gone. You slowly walk towards the archway that leads into the living room. There’s red solo cups left on the coffee table, popcorn kernels on the couch and carpet, and crumbs.

You’d clean, but, again, you’re on a mission to leave without Steve noticing. You turn away from the mess, walking towards the door.

Your body collides with someone else’s, sending you back onto the floor, hands catching you. Your eyes widen when you finally see what you’d run into - a bloody Billy Hargrove.

“Help,” His voice is strained and blood spills from his mouth and between his fingers, that were pressed to the wound on his side that stains his shirts, drips onto the hardwood floor.

Your breathing gets caught in your throat when he stumbles on his own feet, falling to his knees. Your wide, tearful eyes shoot to the side when you watch someone emerge from the side.

It’s a tall figure, the black robe covering their clothes and the mask hiding their hair and face - but the combat boots. They’re wearing the same combat boots from the other day.

The masked figure stands behind Billy, leg lifting and boot pressing against the back of the boy, knocking him down. Billy’s hand shoots out, trying to catch himself from falling face first into the floor - which proves to be useless from the crimson stain on his hand, smearing across the floor and making him slip.

He cries out in pain when his nose hits the floor, a sickening crack sounding out through the room, a small gasping noise coming from his nose as his head lifts, blue eyes connecting with yours. His shaky hand slowly reaches out, begging silently for help.

You're frozen in fear, shaking on the ground as you watch the fingers of the killer twist the knife, gloved hand swiping the blood from the silver.

Billy lets out another gasp when the knife swipes down, puncturing in between his spine. You finally stand from the floor, stumbling as you run towards the patio door.

You look back, hand on the knob as you try sliding it open, letting out a loud sob when you notice the figure was gone and nowhere in sight.

You scream when you hear something from outside hit the other side of the door making you reel back, watery eyes widen as you stare at Steve who hits the window, a bloody smeared handprint slides against the wall.

“Let me in! Please!” Steve hits at the window. His hair was mussed, blood soaked the front of his shirt. “Baby! Please!” His voice is raw and brows furrowed.

Your eyes leave his own, trailing down to look at his shirt. He looks down quickly before looking up. “Th-that’s not what it looks like! It’s… I saw Billy in the garage! I tried to help him but he told me to come call for help!” His voice catches at the end as he shakes his head. “All the doors are locked… I can’t come in, please, unlock the door.”

You slowly walk towards the door, fingers tracing over the lock before switching it over and pulling the door open. “W-we need to run to your neighbor’s house,” You whisper, voice shaky with a sob caught in your throat. “He’s inside.”

His eyes glance behind you, landing on Billy before pushing in and walking towards the body, staring at the blood that slowly turns into a puddle.

“Steve! What are you doing!?” You turn towards him.

“It’s not everyday you get to see a dead body.” Steve shakes his head as he slowly kneels down, fingers gripping at Billy’s hair and lifting his head up as he slowly tilts his head.

Your eyes squeeze shut when you watch the blood that travels down the young boys face, a feeling of vomit threatening to crawl its way up your throat.

“You…you’re scaring me. Please, let’s just go!” You beg, looking back at Steve only.

Steve hums and slowly stands from the ground, turning around as he looks at you. You look over your shoulder when you hear a soft click.

Your eyes widen when you stumble back, your back hitting the mini bar, hands gripping at the wood.

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t as exhilarating as the last.”

Your eyes widen when curls slip from the mask and it drops to the ground, the velcro ripping and robe sliding from his arms.

“E-eddie?”

“Look at you…” Eddie’s boots leave bloody footprints as he slowly makes his way towards you, pointing the bloody knife in your direction. “A smart one, Harrington. You got lucky.” He cages you in, a deep laugh erupting from his chest as he stares at you, teeth on display.

“You’re telling me,” Steve makes his way over. Your eyes widen when he leans against the bar beside you, pushing some of your hair back. “I’m surprised she didn’t piece it together sooner. Though, I was worried she would have,” He then pouts slightly. “It would’ve ruined our fun.”

Your hand blindly reaches for a glass, arm swinging and breaking it against Eddie’s noise, a curse slipping from his mouth as he turns and holds his face, blood dripping down.

You turn to run away, but there’s a sharp tug on your hair, pulling you down onto the ground roughly, the feeling making you cry out and gasp in pain.

Heavy weight drops onto your waist. Your hands reach out, trying to knock him away, hips twisting under Steve’s weight. You let out a scream, hoping someone is close enough to hear.

There’s a stinging that spreads across your jaw before your hands are gripped between rough palms. Steve slips each wrist under a knee, pressing down roughly.

“Now why did you make me do that, hm?” Steve’s voice is condescending and mocking as he stares down at you.

“Please…” You whimper, eyes sliding closed, when you feel his fingers trace over your neck to find your pulse point - he smiles when he feels it jump under his calloused fingertips. His fingers then trail towards the charm around your neck, tracing the letter S. “Please, let me go.”

“No can do, angel.” Steve pouts when he hears your heightened cry. Eddie walks around and stands at the top of your head, spitting blood beside your head, staring down at you. He’s upside down when your eyes open to look at him. Blood stains his white teeth when he smiles down at you, kneeling slowly.

“It’s such a shame, Stevie,” The sharp end flicks at your cheekbone, causing your face to screw up at the burn that follows soon after. The knife slowly drags down the vein that protrudes out from the side of your neck. “She was so pretty.”

“No… No, no, no,” You start to wiggle under Steve’s weight again, shaking your head. “No! Please.”

It’s as if you aren’t even there, Steve and Eddie not acknowledging you crying and shaking underneath them. Steve’s hand opens and Eddie grins, placing the handle onto his palm.

Steve’s fingers wrap around it, looking down at you, pressing a finger to your lips. “Shhh…Shh, I know… I know,” He whispers, lowering his head.

Eddie’s knees press against your temple to stop your head from moving, causing a pounding in your head from how hard he squeezes them. “It won’t hurt as much if you just stay still…”

He lifts up, arms coming up over his head as he stares down at you. Your fingers had become fuzzy from the lack of circulation caused by Steve’s knees, the pounding in your head growing worse from Eddie’s knees encasing your head.

“No! Steve, don’t!”

A gasp gets ripped from your throat, a pain shooting up your chest. Blood hits against Steve’s cheek and heaving chest, a squelching sound echoing through the room.

Steve shares a grin with Eddie before his eyes drop down to yours. “This was fun.”

— @joshlmbrt 2024

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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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Pairing: subby!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Prompt: Toys

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cockring, public tomfoolery, cum in pants (ofc) (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.0k

A/N: i blacked out (not proofread)

He shouldn’t have let you convince him to wear this. He should’ve known you’d abuse your power, but he didn’t think this far ahead, he didn’t realize the potential, all the possibilities he was giving you to humiliate him. Now it’s too late.

Joel is trying desperately to listen to what Mary Beth is telling him. She’s talking about her son… or maybe a sports team? He’s not sure. All he can focus on is your burning gaze from the corner of his eye, your hand that rests in your pocket, and the gentle buzzing of the ring around his cock.

You brought it up because one of your friends had given you a cock ring as a gag gift. However, upon realizing it vibrated and came with a Bluetooth remote… you suddenly thought it was the greatest gift in the world. You knew about this upcoming cookout and begged Joel to try it out then. He spent a week and a half denying you, laughing you off or just ignoring your question but eventually, he gave in, as he always does. He grew nervous on the day, hard as a rock while you put it on but once people started shuffling in, all his blood went to his rapidly beating heart, leaving his cock flaccid against his thighs.

Once you turned the vibrations on though? His knees almost buckled, his legs nearly giving out beneath him from the overwhelming pleasure. You’d kicked it about as high as it could go; 8/10, just to test how he would react but you quickly turned it back down with a shocked smile when his legs lost their strength, dropping him into a small squat for a split second. His eyes snapped to yours, wild and aroused and he shook his head lightly, a warning. You smirked and walked out of sight.

It’s been around 25 minutes since then and Joel’s grown comfortable. He’s had a beer to loosen up a bit and is now drinking his second one. He’s getting a bit too loose, however, because now he’s okay with the way these women are throwing themselves at him. He’s no longer flinching away when they run their hands down his arm, when they lean in, obviously just trying to get closer to his gorgeous face. You know it doesn’t mean anything to him. Hell, half the time he doesn’t even notice and you trust your boy, you know he’d never, ever hurt you intentionally. What’s bothering you- What’s causing you to seethe where you stand, is the disrespect.

The fact that some of these women think that they could get with Joel at all, let alone take him from you. Now, to clarify, you’re not a self-centered, or self-absorbed person by any means… You just know your worth, and the fact of the matter is, you’re worth more- at least to Joel- than any of these women. Yet they still have the audacity to try and get at Joel, in your presence.

So this whole cockring situation is more to keep them away than to keep Joel with you. You’re hoping at some point Joel breaks, he can’t hide his reaction and ends up muttering your name like he does. When he’s on the brink and you’re feeling too good around him; he lets your name out like a grateful whine, a prayer, or a giving of thanks. You’re hoping he can’t help but let remnants of you fall from his lips, alerting whatever wife he’s entertaining that there is someone else on his mind, someone who’s always going to be in his head, no matter how desperately she flaunts her tits.

You’ve been watching Joel, watch him relax back into his chair, talking with multiple wives. You’re waiting for one of them to do something, to cross a line, for you to remind him, that they’ll never know the power you hold over him, currently and constantly.

It’s Tara-Lee that does it. She’s standing next to Joel, one hand on his shoulder- already on thin ice- and a drink in her other hand. She’s started talking about Joel’s hair, how soft it seems, how beautiful his curls are, all good points, you can’t help but agree. Unfortunately, her fingers are starting to reach up, as if she thinks she’s actually going to touch your man's hair, play in his curls, and admire them like you do.

Wrong.

You turn on the ring, setting it to 6 after being off for about 30 minutes. Joel jumps in his seat, knocking her hand away and his head whips around, searching for you as you watch his tummy convulse. The women are staring at him a bit frantic as they ask what’s wrong. They’re putting their hands on him, rubbing his arms up and down, trying to soothe him like you do.

Wrong!

You kick it up to 8, the highest you’ve gone today and he stands, stuttering out an apology to them as his head stays on a swivel, not noticing you in the corner. You drop the vibrations to 5 and watch him sigh out a breath of relief and run his fingers through his hair until his eyes land on you. His eyes flutter as his eyebrows furrow for a moment before he starts toward you. You’re wearing an evil smirk as he makes his way over, his pace stuttering as his legs weaken in pleasure.

You feel as though you can see him leaking into his briefs, you know he is. Joel’s always wet for you. “What-” He comes in a little too hot for your liking, starting off with a very accusatory, very angry tone. You sedate him with vibrations, setting the remote back to 8 and smiling as his hand reaches out for you, gripping your bicep as he whines and folds over himself. His hand is tensing around your arm, trying to pull away every once in a while but his legs almost give out every time he lets go. He wants to touch himself, he needs something, anything at this point to make the vibrations more bearable. He feels like he’s floating aimlessly in a pool of pleasure.

Your scent is surrounding him, and through his blurry eyes, he can see an adorable smirk on your lips. He loves it when you take charge like this, make sure that everyone knows he’s yours. It turns him on beyond belief. So pairing that with the cockring is sending him to heaven- or hell. “I’m sorry.” He rushes the words out of his mouth, cutting them off as a whine tries to escape his throat. You turn it down to 6 and begin to walk to the house. “For?” You prompt as almost pass him, pulled back by his hand on your arm. You turn towards him and try not to coo at his expression. His eyes are wide and hazy, unfocused as they flit over your face. His mouth opens and shuts, gaping like a fish as he keeps trying to speak, nothing but rebellious moans slipping from his mouth. You mercifully turn the ring to 4 and let him breathe for a moment.

“The- the wives.” He clears his throat and removes his hand from your bicep. “I know sometimes they’re too much. I don’t- I never notice though. You- You know that, right?” Joel’s concern is too heartwarming, you smile gently and pull him in for a kiss. You have to ignore the way a fire burns in your stomach at the groan he lets out when your lips meet his. “I know you’re not flirting the the wives.” You run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and behind his neck. “My problem is that they’re flirting with you.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, gripping hard enough for him to feel the pull but soft enough that no one else would notice.

You watch his features fight the urge to contort in pleasure as he lets out a little whine before clearing his throat, trying to play it off as you let go and walk toward the house. You turn the ring back to zero and figure you’ll turn it on when you get back if Joel is talking with a wife. A playful smile spreads over your face and the heat in your belly rages at the thought.

You grab another drink and only then do you realize Joel followed you into the house, he’s been standing behind you silently, patiently as you put your drink together. “Joel! You scared me..!” He’s silent for a moment, his eyes now hooded and unfocused, and he licks his lips slowly before speaking. “M’ sorry. You- I just missed you.” He walks to the island, leaning against the countertop. “Someone tried to talk to me but all I could think about was you, I’d always rather be with you.” Joel’s eyes are shut and his head is hanging low as he speaks to you, his arms crossed over his chest making him look erotically broad.

You’re beaming at him, you’ve never seen him so delirious. “Really? Always?” His head rises quickly, his brows furrowed in what looks like slight anger? “Yes.” His tone is firm and demanding, he didn’t hesitate in his answer for even a second. You’re making strides to him before you realize, crashing his lips to yours and moaning at the way his arms wrap around you instantly, pulling your body against his as tightly as he can. He’s moaning against your lips, forcing you to kiss him every time you try to pull away. His desperation is the best thing you could ask for, it’s the biggest turn-on, but you can’t breathe and he won’t let you pull away.

You reach blindly into your pocket and turn the cockring on. You have no clue how high you set it, you just need it to be enough for Joel to pull away, and he does. You’re still pressing the button, cranking it higher and higher as Joel’s knees give out, crashing him to the tile with a groan as you look around quickly. You lean back to get a glimpse of the backyard as Joel moans at your feet, spewing garbled nonsense from his mouth as his hips twitch up. You don’t see anyone making their way over, and the sliding door is completely shut so you’d hear something if it opened. You focus back on Joel and turn the vibrations back down, earning a grateful but pained whine from Joel.

He’s gazing up at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s love- definitely but so much more somehow. You feel like you can see right into his soul with how vulnerable his gaze looks. He’s gripping the backs of your thighs with both hands, stroking them up and down, almost reaching your butt but he refrains from grabbing. He’s resting on his thighs, almost in a wide seiza position. He’s looking into your eyes as you smile down at him and bring a hand to his hair, stroking gently as his eyelids flutter and his face rests against yours. “You okay, baby?” You ask him with no tease in your voice, genuinely asking because you’ve never seen him like this before, so soft, just for you. He whimpers against your thighs and brings his hips forward, pressing himself against your shins for just a moment. “Need.”

That’s all he says, his eyes closed and brows furrowed as your fingers scratch his scalp. Your smile is almost splitting your face as you lower yourself to the ground, pushing him back slowly so he’s fully sitting on the ground, legs spread for you. His breathing speeds up as you crawl toward him for a moment. Your hands place themselves on his knees once you’ve sat and they apply pressure, pushing them down slowly so you can fit yourself between them. You sit in front of him, between his legs but not in his lap, and reach for his pants.

He sighs out as you unbuckle them, you can hear his head smack against the cabinets with a groan as his hips rise, pressing themselves into your hands and a broken whine leaves his lips at the stimulation. You reach your hand into his boxers and he moans, loud and unabashed despite the multiple people currently at your residence. You just smirk and place a quick kiss on his exposed neck, you don’t care if anyone hears, not when he’s saying your name like that.

Joel is ready, excited, and waiting for you to touch him. He feels your fingers wrap around the cockring and he can imagine the relief he’ll feel when you take it off. He gasps when your fingers leave, trailing along his cock until you’re able to get some precum and wet his entire shaft with it, pumping him slowly as you coat the cockring in his juices. He’s whimpering for you once you get ahold of the ring again, but all you do is twist it around his cock and pull your hand out. His head rises from the cabinets quickly, eyes frantic and sad as they take in your mean smile. “Sweetheart.” He means it as a warning, a demand that you either touch him or explain yourself but instead, it comes out like a whine, a beg for you to do something, to make him feel good. So you do.

You turn the vibrations back on, immediately jumping to five and you kiss Joel to conceal his shouting moans. He hadn’t realized, he didn’t know your reasoning for flipping the ring around. He assumed you wanted to tease him, get revenge for all the times he’s teased you. The real reason though, was so the ring could vibrate against his balls. His hands come from where they’d planted themselves on the ground to your arms, his fingers pressing into your skin painfully as he tries to cope with the new pleasure. His eyes are clamped shut, his entire body shaking as you turn the vibrations up to seven. “You’re so incredible, Joel. So perfect for me. Look at you.”

He releases a strangled, desperate moan of your name before his head falls back again and one hand leaves you to palm himself roughly through his jeans. “Letting me own you the way I do. Letting me stake my claim in front of the whole neighborhood, without them even knowing the hold I have on you.” His hand comes from your shoulder to your face, pulling you into his waiting, whimpering lips. He’s frantic with the kiss, licking into your mouth, moaning against you, and gripping your hair so hard it hurts before mumbling an apology and stroking over the same part softly.

He’s all over the place. His hand is over his cock, massaging himself, pressing the vibrations into his balls. “I- baby.” He can’t even get his words out, cutting himself off with a bite of his lip, trying to hold his sounds in as he nears his peak. His hips are starting to thrust up into his hand, putting on a pretty show for you, letting you admire the utter need in this entire scene. “I’m gonna- fuck, gonna cum.” His voice is breaking on every other word, letting out little mewls and rough sighs against your lips. “More- need more.”

You smile at his request, kissing his neck with prideful praises falling from your lips, rewarding him for telling you what he needs. You turn the vibrations up slowly, stopping at nine when Joel slaps a hand over his mouth. It doesn’t do much to muffle his screaming groans, his eyes snap open to meet yours but roll back at the proud look on your face, the uncontrollable smile, and the subconscious grinding of your hips. His hand comes down from his face to palm himself again, eyes still shut tight. “Tell me, baby-”

His words cut off with a grunt as his hand falters over his bulge, losing its pace. You lean forward and press your hand over his, helping him massage his cock with a moan. “Tell you what, honey? How good you’re being?” He’s shaking his head before you even finish your sentence. His mouth is gaping again, like he wants to say something but can’t, all he manages out is, “Yours?” You have to actively bite your lip to hold in a moan of his name, you become aware of your grinding because your hips stutter as arousal shoots through your entire body like electricity.

“Y-Yeah? Want me to tell you all about how I own you? How everything you do, everything you feel is dictated by me?” He nods his head frantically, ragged moans tearing from his throat as his hips thrust into both of your hands with renewed vigor. “You’re all mine, Joel. You know that, right? You could never belong to someone else.” His eyes open slowly, hazy and unfocused as they try to meet yours again, locking in and holding your gaze with his mouth hanging open. His muscles start to tense, pulling tighter, his biceps beginning to bulge as he almost curls in on himself, eyelids fluttering, trying to break his gaze.

You turn the ring to ten and pull his face into your neck, letting him muffle his shaky, raspy, moans of your name in your skin. His hips stutter and thrust violently into your hands as he cums, soaking the inside of his pants for you. You’re whispering possessively loving words into his ear the whole time, stroking his hair softly as he moans incoherent things for you, mumbles how good you make him feel, how much he loves you, and more.

He’s fucked out afterward, it takes the threat of one of the wives coming in to get him off the floor and you have to walk him to the bedroom. He’s clinging to you the whole time, telling you how good you smell, how much he loves you, and how he loves that you love him. You put him to bed after cleaning him gently and go to excuse your guests when he grips your forearm desperately. “Yours?” He asks with an uncharacteristically uncertain tone. You bend down and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Mine.”

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bucksdoll · 4 months

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just droppin a barry thought

cw : flirty but nothing overall inappropriate. jus teasing barry with nicknames.

yk how he calls rafe country club? imagine him having those little names for everyone, and when you first meet him you don’t know it’s his ‘thing’, and you think he’s jus bein cute or wtv, so you come up with a nickname for him too and it just drives him insane (in a good way). maybe you two have a pretty flirty relationship, you’ve never done anything about it, but whenever you see eachother you can’t seem to stop. having some conversations here and there, but the friendship is mainly handsy touches and flirty whispers.

smth like bear. like not too much thought behind it, but smth that makes enough sense. bear, kinda short for barry, also just callin him bear as just a beefy guy kinda thing would prolly drive him out of his mind.

imagine you’re at party, and he’s mingling with other people (trying to sell shit), and you just breeze up to him. probably in a short ass flowy dress that you can barely excuse as a swimsuit cover up. you’ve got alc or weed in your system, so everything is jus a little fuzzy, but with that peaceful buzz that just makes you feel sooo good. enough buzz to take the weight off your shoulders and give you a burst of confidence, but not quite enough to start making dumb decisions. the party is pretty loud, there’s a ton of people, so you have to shove a couple shoulders to get to him, but eventually you do.

he’s leaning against the white marble counter, gabbing some group of guys ears off, his words slightly slurred, and the men (clearly on way more shit than he was) were just nodding along absentmindedly. if the house was empty it would feel weird for him to be in such a pristine white kook environment, but considering on the other end of the kitchen island you could see someone snorting a line, it seemed like he fit right in. he was standing towards the edge of the island, the side facing the rest of the crowded room. he held onto the corner of it for support, rafe definitely having convinced him to have a few more claws than he normally had whenever he tries to sell shit at parties.

you walk behind him, grazing your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly following his vline up before continuing to trace his shorts waistband around back to where you stood, then pulling your hand away. he lightly flinched, instantly relaxing when he noticed it was you, but knowing barry he probably would’ve relaxed if it was any girl feeling him up.

“hey bear.” you whispered, your hand traveling up his back to his shoulder, where you then rested your head. he turned his head to the side, meeting your face on his shoulder, not even inches away from each other.

“what’d you jus call me?” his brows furrowed a little, and he let a little cocky grin slip before biting his lower lip. his eyes stared into yours, pupils blown, and it was impossible to determine whether it was from the alcohol or how close you two were.

“nuthin.” you reply, your eyes blown too, but yours was definitely from how close you two were. you bit your lip too, very awfully hiding a smile, which still perched at your cheeks. your hand gave his bicep a squeeze, and just as he went to turn around to drill you further, you wandered off towards the backyard. your eyes following him for just a moment, before you turned your head back forward, flipping your hair over your shoulder. you drug one hand delicately down the island as you walked towards the open doors, admittedly swaying your hips a bit more than they normally did as you walked. you breathed in the fresh air as you finally met the open doors, finally out of the atmosphere of the stuffy party, and you just continued your trek. probably going to find a friend to chat with for a bit before barry inevitably catches back up with you later. and who knows what he has in store then.

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scekrex · 21 days

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Hurt/comfort anyone? 😌

We all know Adam's "big and tough" act, how he gloats before anyone that he's the absolute best since he's the og dick and he's the reason the rest of the mankind was created, but what about Adam just being Adam like anytime else, especially the scene in court and Sera just talking his ear off about him acting irresponsibly and just revealing the exterminations to everyone in the worst way possible, just giving him a good ol' talk, but not in a nice way, nope. She crushes his ego in a way before leaving him alone in the room, saying she has stuff to attend and he's just standing there, all deflated and his mask glitching from how many conflicted feelings fly over his face, he's resignated, he's even sad a bit, but also angry. At Sera, at Heaven, God even, but mostly at himself since he knows he fucked up another thing in his life that he was trusted with.

He goes back home to unsuspecting of anything reader and just passes by him, not saying a word, even tho reader tried to greet him and hug him, but was unable to since Adam just brushed past him quickly. There was a heavy air surrounding reader's husband and he grew concerned, so he went to check up on him, seeing Adam just curled up on the bed, wrapped up in his own wings, shielding himself away from the world, not a sound coming out of him, but reader knew something shitty happened and just gets behind him, hugging him tightly and gently petting his wings, not saying a word to let Adam calm down and speak when he's comfortable enough to do so. Adam just smashing himself into reader and asking quietly if he was actually so bad at everything that he didn't deserve anything good in his life, if that was why everyone he cared about before left him and even now no body cares in the slightest bit about his existence. Basically just Adam having an existential crisis and reader being his anchor, trying to tell and show him how it actually is and not what his mind is telling him.

This sad, wet cat bitch needs validation and love like no one before 😞🤘

Muah ❤️

Adam might be an insecure piece of shit underneath all that narcissistic bullshit act of his but he's my insecure piece of shit and I love him.

If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt (with comfort)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Adam,” the older seraphim raised her voice against the first man loudly, it echoed through her office with much more power than the first man had expected it to, he flinched a little at her tone, his wings dropping to their lowest. “Sera, I-” Adam wanted to explain, wanted to turn it into the stupid joke it had been, but the older seraphim had enough of it. She had enough of Adam, she had enough of his behavior and she was about to let him know. “You’re behavior is no longer accepted by us,” she started what would turn into a monologue, Adam made himself appear a little smaller at her words. “You walk on heaven's holy ground, eat the food our Father provides and whenever someone does not show you respect, your first argument is that you're the first human,” all of the things Sera had listed were true, well they had been the most obvious ones but that didn't make them less true. “And yet you behave like one of them sinners,” that however caught Adam's attention. He was what? How dare she insult him like that, he was very much not acting like a sinner. Or was he?

“You walk heaven's streets with curses on your lips, you dirtied your own purity by sleeping with so many women and men, you behave like a total child and don't know when to stop and where to draw the line and I personally am under the impression that we let your behavior slide for way too long,” she stared Adam in the eyes, giving the first man the most serious look he had ever gotten from the seraphim. The brunette lowered his head in defeat, Sera had often given him shit for being too loud, too much of this, too much of that, she had told him he wasn't behaving like the pure first human should - but it wasn't Adam's fault, not really, because how was he supposed to behave ‘normal’ when God had given him two wives just to take them from him again when he was alive? How was he supposed to fit in and act like everyone else when all that would bring him would be pain?

“Maybe divine judgment failed you. Maybe you should have ended up in hell amongst the other sinners. Father certainly wouldn't have liked it, not after Lucifer's fall, but it would have been the correct decision.” And that made Adam crumble into pieces - at least mentally. Because deep down inside he knew she was right, that no angel other than him dared to stain the name of the Father above, no other angel dared to behave as reckless and merciless as he and his exorcists did. And yes, no other angel than him had slept with so many women and men - a thing he used to be proud of. Before he had met you, before you had become his lover, before he had committed himself to you and only you. Before you, he had been different.

She smoothened out her hair, straightened her back and looked down at Adam, “I have to attend an important meeting. You shall leave and overthink your actions, Adam.” And with that she left him there, leaving him as she had shattered not only his ego but the last piece of confidence he had held inside of him. It took the brunette a while to realize that Sera was not coming back to comfort him, to tell him that she had been too harsh, why should she? She was right after all, Adam was a horrible person, he knew that, had known it ever since.

When the door to your shared apartment opened and Adam walked through it, you were quick to get up and greet him with a warm hug, expecting your boyfriend to be just as excited to see you as you were to see him. But he wasn't, in fact he didn't even look at you as he crossed the living room in order to get to the bedroom, no ‘sup babes’, no ‘Fuck I've missed ya stupid ass' no fucking nothing. The tips of his feathers were dragging on the floor as he walked, a sign that something wasn't right - Adam always made sure that not a single inch of his beloved wings was touching the dirty ground, even in your apartment. The brunette clearly wasn't in the mood to talk, yet you went after him to let him know that he wasn't alone, that you were there no matter what was wrong.

You opened the bedroom door quietly and what you saw shattered your heart. Adam was laying on the bed, his body looked like a ball made out of feathers, he had curled in on himself, his wings shielded him from all of reality, from whatever was hurting him right now. Yet you saw how his body shook, the first man was crying.

Wordlessly you closed the door behind you, trying to do so as quietly as possible. Then you walked over to the bed and cuddled up behind him, one of your hand gently found its way into his hair, petting it just the way you knew he liked it whenever he was feeling upset about something, the other hand of yours smoothened out the feathers covering his wings, gently rubbed the little gap between where the wings grew out of his back - you were very aware how sensitive that area of the angelic body was given that you yourself had experienced it before.

For you it was ridiculously hard to keep quiet, you wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask what was upsetting him so much, why he was crying, what there was for you to do to make it better, but you didn't. You remained quiet, Adam had made it clear that he preferred not talking about it at the moment - or maybe he simply found himself unable to do so, you weren't quite sure which was the case but either way you respected it.

A small smile appeared on your face as the brunette leaned into your touch, he tilted his head backwards, sad, puffy and reddened eyes watched you as you continued to pet his hair without a single comment, if Adam wanted to talk, you would listen. If Adam wanted to stay quiet and enjoy your presence in silence you were fine with that as well. For you it simply was important that the first man knew he wasn't alone. You were there to provide comfort and a safe space he desperately seemed to need.

“Am I as fucking terrible as people tell me I am?” there it was again, his unnecessary cursing, fuck Sera had been right. He rolled himself over, buried his face in your neck and pressed his body against your own. Your body warmth calmed his nerves, made his mind quiet down for even just the tiniest moment, but it did cause it to quiet down. “Is that why I only have Lute and you left? Because I'm fucking terrible? Because I don't deserve damn good things to happen to me?” his voice was really just a whisper yet you understood every word perfectly fine, even if it was mumbled against your skin. Your hands remained on the gap between his wings and in his hair, giving Adam the stability he craved. He needed someone to cling onto, he was too unstable to hold himself together so you did that for him. “No,” your voice was soft and warm, yet serious, it caused Adam to blink in confusion. “I don't deserve you,” was the next thing he said, and that was where you drew the line, you gently tilted his head upwards, then placed a soft, loving kiss onto his lips, “Bullshit Adam, you're wonderful and I love you.” “But I’m not. I curse a-fucking-lot, I can't keep shit together, for fucks sake I can't even do the simple things like telling you I fucking love you every day.” And yes, that was true, but that didn't cause you to love him any less, if anything it was things you loved about him especially. “I don't care about all of that, I still love you.” “Will you leave me too? Like Eve? Like Lilith? Once you finally fucking find someone better?” You shook your head lightly, placed another kiss onto his forehead, your lips kept resting against his skin as you spoke, “No, dummy. To me there's no one better than you are. You're the best for me and you'll always be.” Adam didn't answer you.

He clung onto you even tighter, wrapped his wings around you and held you close. He didn't believe you, simply couldn't, not after what Sera had said. But at the same time the first man trusted you with his existence, so why would you lie to him? His inner conflict was silenced as you pulled him into another gentle kiss. You couldn't help but hum a soothing melody, “You’ve already changed so much, so many things you've done,” you felt as Adam's eyes fell shut and as his body relaxed underneath your touch. “So many songs you've sung, and in the end, they will still hold their grudge,” you felt him nuzzle against your skin, felt how his breath evened out. “There’s something I've been dying to say, more than anything,” you smiled as you sang the last part, feeling Adam's fingers digging in your skin as he tried to pull you even closer - not that it was nearly enough though. “More than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.” The first man pressed a sloppy, lazy kiss against your jaw before he fell asleep, from his lips fell a quiet, “More than anything.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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Ranking the top 10 most pathetic SJM men

10: Ithan Holstrom Come on, if you didn't think him simping for Bryce after knowing her for like 5 seconds was pathetic then idk what is. Also, him being mad about the Fendyr heir being enslaved and stealing fire sprites for revenge will never not be hilarious

9: Fenrys Moonbeam Bro was so desperate to escape Maeve that he almost killed himself. Then he had that "You'd rather my queen die than your king" line. Like bro is Aelin's dog at this point.

8. Eris Vanserra Thanks to @kateduchessofdolittle for making me see how pathetic Eris is.

-Fiancee goes to *great lengths* to get out their engagement. After all that, bro still bailed her out by dealing with her father Keir in ACOSF

- Got to be a passive little bitch to monster father

- seems to be a surrogate father to the *worst* people

- he's giving mama's boy

- his allies taunt him with another engagement and she laughs in his face too

At least he has his dogs.

7. Hunt Athalar Not sure how to explain this one. It's just the *vibes*

6. Tarquin Poor Tarquin. I felt so bad for him during that Feyre-Tarquin scene in ACOMAF (one of these days I shall write the Feyquin fanfic and rectify Feyre's mistakes here).

5. Ruhn Danaan You may be surprised Ruhn is so high up on this list. But bro, Hypaxia duped him so badly. Also, he was so desperate to get back in his sister Bryce's good books. Here are just a few examples from the book:

Ruhn bared his teeth at Maximus as the glowering vamp headed toward the golden steps. “Riso called me a few minutes ago and said you were here. With that fucking creep.” “Excuse me?” Her voice sharpened. It had nothing to do with the fact that she highly doubted the diplomatic club owner had used those terms. Riso was more the type to say, She’s with someone who might cause the dancing to cease. Which would have been Riso’s idea of Hel. Ruhn said, “Riso can’t risk tossing Tertian to the curb—he implied the prick was being handsy and you needed backup.” A purely predatory gleam entered her brother’s eyes. “Don’t you know what Tertian’s father does?” She grinned, and knew it didn’t reach her eyes. None of her smiles did these days. “I do,” she said sweetly. Ruhn shook his head in disgust. Bryce leaned forward to grab her drink, each movement controlled—if only to keep from taking the water and throwing it in his face. “Shouldn’t you be home?” Ruhn asked. “It’s a weekday. You’ve got work in six hours.” “Thanks, Mom,” she said.

She just opened the door. “If you hear anything about the Viper Queen, call me.” Ruhn stiffened, his heart thundering. “Do not provoke her.” “Bye, Ruhn.” He was desperate enough that he said, “I’ll go with you to—” “Bye.”

She flinched as Ruhn said at her ear, “You don’t need to see this.” This was another murder. Another body. Another year. A medwitch even knelt before the body, a wand buzzing with firstlight in her hands, trying to piece the corpse—the girl—back together. Ruhn tugged her away, toward the screen and open air beyond— The movement shook her loose. Snapped the droning in her ears. She yanked her body free from his grip, not caring if anyone else saw, not caring that he, as head of the Fae Aux units, had the right to be here. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Ruhn’s mouth tightened. But he looked over her shoulder to Hunt. “You’re an asshole.”

Ruhn was in the apartment lobby when Fury dropped her off. Tharion left them at the docks, saying he was going to help haul in the seized synth shipment, and Fury departed fast enough that Bryce knew she was heading out to make sure the Viper Queen didn’t abscond with any of it, either. Ruhn said nothing as they rode the elevator. But she knew Fury had told him. Summoned him here. Her friend had been messaging someone on the walk back from the docks. And she’d spied Flynn and Declan standing guard on the rooftops of her block, armed with their long-range rifles. Her brother didn’t speak until they were in the apartment, the place dark and hollow and foreign. Every piece of clothing and gear belonging to Hunt was like an asp, ready to strike. That bloodstain on the couch was the worst of all. Bryce made it halfway across the great room before she puked all over the carpet. Ruhn was instantly there, his arms and shadows around her. She could feel her sobs, hear them, but they were distant. The entire world was distant as Ruhn picked her up and carried her to the couch, keeping away from that spot where she’d yielded herself entirely to Hunt. But he made no comment about the bloodstain or any lingering scent. 4. Lucien Vanserra (or Spell-Cleaver? Vanserra sounds better)

Ah, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. My poor baby just wants somebody to marry him. Does it get any more pathetic than "I'm a mated male now?" My man prepares for rejection every holiday without fail. He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. 3. Chaol Westfall I don't think many people remember Lithaen, but Chaol was in love with her and she fucked Dorian's cousin instead. Also there was this:

Babe, ily but wtf. You ran into a different fucking dimension to save your ex-girlfriend's DOG??? Talk about pathetic. 2. Lorcan Salvaterre Bro abandoned the queen he served more loyally than any of the rest of the cadre the moment a tiny little human with witch blood showed a little cleavage and bossed him around. Bro wanted to be someone's bitch SO BAD. He RIPPED his shirts up for her periods even after she refused to even speak with him and said she hopes he's miserable and spends the rest of his life alone (and threatened to gut Rowan and Gavriel if they ever told her it was him). He swore a blood oath to his greatest enemy just to protect her and lost the will to live when she called him a monster. Absolutely fucking pathetic and we love him for it. 1. Tamlin It was a close fight to first, but nobody can beat Tamlin in the pathetic category. For one, of all the love interests we have seen, he is in possession of the least rizz. Negative rizz, actually. Lucien actually roasted him so badly for his negative rizz, and Lucien personally backed off so Tamlin and his negative rizz could rizz up Feyre. Bro sacrificed all of PRYTHIAN to keep Feyre safe, bartered with his enemy to get her back, only to have her destroy his court. Even after that, he saved her life at the Hybern camp and revived her mate. And unlike the others above, he didn't get the girl, and probably won't get any girl, actually. We could always put him up for adoption and one of the members of the fandom can take him? Maybe??? Maybe @kateduchessofdolittle will take him.

#ithan holstrom #fenrys moonbeam #eris vanserra #hunt athalar #tarquin #ruhn danaan #lucien vanserra #chaol westfall #lorcan salvaterre #tamlin

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tojikai · 1 year

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Permanent Mark X: Loss

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, implied miscarriage

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“We all experience the pain of losing something. Or someone.”

“You. Film it.” There’s no way in hell that I’d let you fool my daughter again.

Your mother was furious at the sight a couple of meters away from her. Just when she was thinking about reaching out and helping the two of you with your issues, she sees this. The man who was swearing to take care of you and her grandchild just a week ago is here meeting someone else.

Your mother partially blames herself for your poor decisions in life. Not being able to look after you, talking to you only to nag you about the company, and not paying attention to your bad habits are only a few of the things that she started to regret when you yourself started to face the consequences. Your mother isn’t clueless about you, though. She already got a feeling that that woman isn’t just anyone or someone that piqued your curiosity. Not by the way you ran after her and definitely not by the way you avoided your mother’s gaze when she asked why you were asking about her.

You’re not interested in people who don’t show interest in you and it’s always been like that so why would you suddenly wonder about a random employee from another company? It turned out that your mother was right. She watched as she took half a step closer to Satoru, something he didn’t even flinch at and it only made her blood boil. This woman with an angelic face is the devil who almost got her daughter killed in an accident and your mother has no plans of letting it slip.

“Move the meeting’s schedule.” She turned to her assistant as the girl scrambles to get her notes all while holding her phone, “I need to go to Mr. Takahata’s place right now.” They passed Satoru and the lady while he held her by the shoulders and it took everything in your mother not to ask the driver to stop just to smack her across the face. Is that why she started hanging around the building longer than the time needed? To see the father of her daughter’s child?

Your mother took a deep breath, reminding herself not to assume things so carelessly. If she happens to be wrong about what she saw, she might end up ruining, not only your plans for yourself but also for your child. She needs to think everything through before acting upon it. For now, she needs to know who that errand girl is and the best place to get information is her working place.

Reaching Mr. Takahata’s office, your mother was greeted by multiple workers who already knew her because of the joint project of the companies. She walked over to the desk, letting her assistant speak for her as she looked around for people who might know the woman who was with Satoru.

“Ma’am, Mr. Takahata is in another meeting at the moment and has no free schedules today.” Her assistant talked to her, and the woman behind the desk gave a small smile. “It’s ok, I can wait in his office. I just have to ask him something.” She ignored the employee and head towards the elevator. The silence inside the small space made it easier for your mother to think about all the right questions to ask.

If possible, she’d want to ask you about your break up with Satoru in a more detailed way but she’s also aware that you probably wouldn’t tell the truth about it to her. Especially now that your perception of her is a villain, trying to take away the future that you are planning for your kid. There’s no way that you’d let her know anything that could give her a valid reason to step in and take actions that would obviously contradict those plans.

If what your mother saw is the truth, she wouldn’t stand idly by.

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“I’m about to meet a client.” Satoru spoke, “Something about franchising.” There was a rummaging sound from the other side of the line before a string of curses rush past his lips. “It’s the key, ain’t it?” You bit on the apple as you leaned on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, I was so tired yesterday so I kinda forgot where I threw it at.” He clicked his tongue before you heard the jingling of keys, indicating that he found it.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” You said with a little scoff, ignoring how Satoru tried to defend his ways but you were too distracted trying to remove the seeds from the apple. “Are you not going to your mother’s office?” He asked just as you bit again causing you to reply with a hum, finishing chewing as you processed his question. “No. My mom suspended me for a whole week but dad said that she only said it because she thought I wasn’t feeling well because of what happened last time.”

You believed your father about that one. You know your mother wouldn’t let it show that she’s trying to take care of you. She just has her own little, annoying ways to do it. “Yeah, your dad probably told her why we had to leave earlier last week because of that.” You remembered how you faked feeling unwell to avoid the truth from spilling out. Had your father found out, you wouldn’t be talking to Satoru right now. “You think so?” You said nonchalantly as all the possible outcomes for the situation flowed to your brain.

“She’s your mother, Y/N. she cares about you. No matter how angry she gets at you.” Satoru sighed heavily as you heard him close the door. “I know.” You replied curtly before adding, “I’m going to cook. I’ll see you when I see you.” You stood up straight to walk to the cupboards, checking if you have the ingredients for today’s cravings.

“And that is later. I’ll be going there later.” He stated and you furrowed your brows as if he can see you, “You don’t get to decide that.” You retorted, pulling out cans of milk before proceeding to the fridge. “Yes, I can. I miss you. And that little bean.” You found yourself smiling at Satoru’s words accompanied by his chuckles. There’s been tension between you and him ever since that night and you had to remind yourself that that is not how this relationship is supposed to be. Plus, it’s just your hormones. Right?

“No. I’m dropping the call.” You told him, getting annoyed at yourself for your thoughts. “Alright, bye. I love you.” Despite the situation, Satoru has never hesitated to say the words to you. Actually, It started to become normal. Just like when you were dating. The only difference is you don’t say it back anymore. “Call me if something comes up,” Satoru added just before you abandoned the call.

Ever since Satoru found out about your conception, he’s either texting, calling you, or at your apartment. In other words, he has been present at almost every moment of your pregnancy. You could only imagine how he’d probably never leave your place when the baby finally arrives. Just as he said some nights ago while you were having a conversation in your bed, “We’d be living together. Basically." You told him that you’d just let him have the child for some days but he insisted that the baby should be close to both parents at all times because it’s better for them.

“You know, that’s not how co-parenting usually works.” You tried to reason out with him, but you know that it won’t convince him. “Not usually, but it could be like that.” He spoke as he flips himself to his stomach, looking at you with a serious face as he nods slowly, knowing that he was outsmarting you. “What if I don’t want you around me at all times?” You looked away from the television to check his reaction.

“Then that would really hurt.” His voice turned soft and you know that you really hit it where it hurts. It made you feel guilty as you bit your lip, watching him exhale a sad laugh as he looks down, leaning on his elbows. “But it’s fine. As long as it makes you comfortable, it’s okay.” He looked up to smile at you, though his eyes remained lightless.

“I was just kidding. I just want what’s best for the baby.” You looked away again, swallowing. You know that he was really hurt by your question. Some people would probably say that he deserves it, for everything that he made you go through. But you just don’t do that to people you love or even the people that you used to love. You don’t go around doing things that could hurt them just because you called it quits.

It’s never ok to step on someone’s heart just because you’re healing your own. Causing them chaos won’t grant you peace. You learned that the hard way.

Silence enveloped the two of you for a good half an hour, your eyes stayed glued to the television but your mind was still circling around the conversation that you had with Satoru. You turned to look at him, ready to say sorry when you found him asleep. He was on his side, with his palm on your stomach, snoring lightly. You never took notice of it before but he looked so exhausted. When he was not here doing everything for you— cooking, cleaning, driving back and forth to the store, or whatever you want—he was at work.

You watched his face closely, holding his hand in place as you slid down from leaning your head on the bed frame to fully lying next to him. If there’s something that you want your child to take from him—aside from his eyes which are definitely the most noticeable part of his face—is his hair. He looks so angelic with his long lashes which made his eyes more breathtaking.

Your hand found purchase in his locks, pushing them back and running your fingers through them until he started to stir in his sleep. You quickly drew your hand back, ready to pull the blanket over you to turn away from him but he caught your wrist. He held it gently as he put it around him, pulling your body closer to his. The warmth coming from his skin made it impossible for you to pull away.

So, you stayed there, looking up at him as he locked eyes with you. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, which he answered with a tired smile, mouthing “It’s alright.” before kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You buried your face in his neck, letting your breath fan over it as the warm palm of his hand rests on your lower back.

You don’t understand how and why you’re letting yourself become this comfortable around him again. You can’t remember when you started letting him hold you like this again but there’s one thing you are sure and aware of.

You missed being here.

Blinking, you continued preparing your food, shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts. You’ve been having conversations with yourself lately about why you’re letting yourself enjoy all of that again when you know damn well that you have no intentions of letting him back in your heart again.

Have you changed your mind about that? Definitely not. But there’s a part of you that says that Satoru was being sincere. Apart from telling you how he’d do literally anything for your child, he never forgets to remind you that he’s doing all of this to show you that he wants to win you back and make up for all he’s done.

Lately, he’s been going to meetings about their business, you remembered him telling you that one of their employees quit and now he has to fill in for their space until they finally find someone capable. You yourself have also been calling Kento, asking about the situation in the office, and to your relief, he’s handled them all for you. You know you’d have to go back there to work. You could work at other companies but you’re afraid that your mother already probably called them not to take you in just so she could tie you down to the company.

You don’t know how the road will be during this stage of your life. But you’re determined to restructure yourself and your life.

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2 Days Ago

“The boss’ daughter is pregnant.” Rie’s looked up from her plate to her friend who was continuing to casually sip away at her milkshake. It was Sunday and they decided to hang out. Despite only meeting the woman at your mother’s office, they became close in no time. She’s a very friendly person.

Rie didn’t answer, letting her friend, Shaina, talk about how they’re suspecting that Satoru was the father. Thoughts flow in Rie’s mind as she tried to connect the dates. Well, it’s not impossible, depending on how long you are into the pregnancy and the day that you slept with Satoru. It could also be someone else’s considering how you were apart from each other for a while after you healed from your accident.

“That gorgeous man with white her, A.K.A her ex could be the father, considering how he’s the one who accompanied her. Or it could be someone else, like the hot guy with long hair and tattoos that also brings food for her in the office from time to time.” Shaina gossiped, and Rie was suddenly thankful that she accepted her invitation to eat out.

“It couldn’t be that. That’s their friend. Plus, Satoru wouldn’t be following them around if that’s the case.” Rie reasoned out, trying to look as uninterested as possible but curious as to your real situation. It’s not like she’s looking for a chance to swipe Satoru from you. But this is something that involves him—the man she loves. “How did you guys even know that she’s pregnant?” She inquired further, leaning back on the chair.

“Someone saw her and the white-haired guy stepping out of an OB clinic. It could mean other things, but they said that she was cradling her stomach.” There was a moment of silence as Rie tried to process it. Did Satoru get you pregnant when he slept with you that day? Or did you sleep with someone else before or after it happened? There’s no way for her to find out because there are no other people close to you who aren’t also close to Rie.

She’s not even one bit worried about you, but she’s worried for Satoru. The sound of her fork scraping on her plate made Rie clench her teeth. There were too many scenarios running through Rie’s mind as she completely shuts out her friend’s voice. Rie has thought about this before. Why would you let Satoru sleep with you so easily after all that he’s done? Was that your plan when you both went to your apartment that day? Get him under your sheets so he has a reason to keep going after you even when you’re putting him through just to get you back.

“They probably told the boss the day that we saw them there.” She looked at her friend again, pretending to listen when all she’s been thinking is how you’re possibly making Satoru own up to a kid that’s not even his. Is he so blinded that he didn’t even consider if it’s really his or not? You could’ve slept with someone else around the same time.

“I don’t really know much about Miss Y/N. But I heard that she used to be a bit of a rebel and that’s why she’s only starting to work at the company now.” Rie nodded her head as she thought of how she’d open the topic to Satoru. It’s not that she’s trying to get back at you. She just doesn’t want Satoru to put his life on the line for something that isn’t even his doing. Plus, it’s not impossible that you’re really fooling him.

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Satoru stood outside the building where he was supposed to be meeting his client. He arrived earlier than he expected and was informing them through text. He’s also thinking about sending you a photo of the bake shop in front of the said building just to ask if you’ve been craving some cakes. He smiled at the thought of his child taking after his love for sweet foods. Satoru was about to go in but a familiar voice called out to him and before he can even turn his head, Rie was already running toward him, holding on to him.

“Rie?” Satoru furrowed his brows and was about to step away when she tightened her hold on him, with worry and stress painted all over her face. “Y/N’s pregnant, right? Is it yours?” She asked right away and Satoru’s eyes widened at her question. First is because he has no idea how she could’ve found out when the pregnancy has been kept between you, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. Satoru is a hundred percent sure that she couldn’t have heard it from your parents; there’s no way that they’d announce that their daughter got pregnant by her ex. The second is because of why Rie is asking if it’s his.

Satoru is not obligated to give her an answer to all of this. He’s not even supposed to entertain her like this. What if someone sees them together? He can’t afford to lose the tiniest trust you have in him right now. Not to mention that that little amount of trust was only given to him because you got no choice.

“I shouldn’t be talking to you, Rie, you know that. Okay, I’m sorry for what hap—” Satoru shook his head as he tried to step away from Rie but was cut off by the slight raise in her voice and how she tugged his arm, stepping closer to him. “Are you sure that it’s yours? Don’t do this to yourself, Satoru.” She almost begged him as she desperately tried to hold his hand, letting hers slide down his arm. Satoru’s eyes widened at her question, denying himself that he even heard it. He found himself tugging Rie away.

He shouldn’t even be interested in this. Y/N won’t do that to him.

“Someone might see us and I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression, Rie. Why are you doing this?” Satoru whispered harshly at her the moment they reached a narrow alleyway. “I told you we’re over, Rie. I’m sorry but we’re over.” Satoru breathed out, looking around to see if someone followed them. As if they’d let him catch them if this was really a setup. Satoru made sure that he was covering Rie from anyone’s line of sight. His back was turned away from the street as he stared at her with frustration in his eyes.

“I just- Satoru, you have to listen to me. Did it happen because you slept with her that day?” Her hand went back to gripping his shoulders and arms as she again, steps closer to him. Satoru could only look at her with pity and exasperation in his eyes. She’s obviously panicking; probably rushed to him just to talk about whatever this is because she was still trying to catch her breath.

“You might be overlooking some things, Satoru. I’m not hating on her, I’m just worried about you.” She looked up at him. Her hands are cold and she’s trembling under her skin while she miserably fails to pull him into her. She hadn’t been this close to him since the day that he broke up with her. The nearest that she has been to him was when they ran into each other at her mother’s company building. Even then, he didn’t even let his eyes linger on her.

“She could’ve slept with someone before or even a day after you, Satoru.” Satoru’s thoughts overshadowed Rie’s voice as he looked back on that day.

You were comfortable enough to be topless in front of Suguru. You were healed enough to move around. Satoru doesn’t know what you have been doing until that time just to move on from the pain he caused you, just to forget him. And as much as Satoru hates to visualize it, he could see you getting on the bed with a faceless man when you’re too drunk to care. What if it really happened to be like that? It could be any day close to the day that you had sex with him. it is possible, it is-

Satoru shut down the voice in his head. This isn’t helping. Not after he found out that Y/N and Suguru did something together. This doesn’t put his mind at ease and he doesn’t want that to push him to do, say or even ask things to you that could cause stress. He already told himself that he was over that. Satoru closed his eyes tightly, reminding himself that you wouldn’t lie to him like that.

“Rie, calm down. You listen to me.” Satoru grabbed her arm after making her drop her hold on him. “Y/N wouldn’t do that to me.” He said it so firmly, that Rie let out a whimper of defeat, shaking her head, letting him know that she knows that she got a point. “She has every reason to deny me that baby. Even if it was mine.” Satoru was firm on his decision to not let this get to him. It couldn’t be true and Satoru has cold, hard proof to ensure that.

“You don’t understand, it could be someone else’s—” That did it for Satoru as he held her arm tighter, gritting his teeth and panting as he calmed himself down. It took everything in him not to scream out at Rie, “Listen to yourself, Rie. You’re not making any sense. Do you even know how much she fucking hates me?! If Y/N could pick a father for her baby right now, it wouldn’t be me, Rie. So, what makes you think that she’d lie about it being mine?” A shiver run down Rie’s spine as she stepped away, covering her mouth as she let the tears stream down his face.

“Stop this, Rie. I don’t want to do anything like this anymore. I’m trying to fix my life with Y/N.” Satoru stepped away from her, looking at her shaking form as she tried to apologize. “I’m trying to be better for her and my child, so please…” Satoru shook his head as he turned to walk away, fixing his shirt as he took a deep breath, leaving Rie as she cry out his name. Satoru sighed in relief as he remembered all the things he said.

Those were the truth. You wouldn’t lie about him being the father because you despise him too much. It kills him to even think of it. Satoru could bet his life that if you were ever given the chance to turn everything around, you’d probably choose to never meet him ever. But if he was given a chance to turn things around, he would have gone straight home that one night. Then none of this wouldn’t be this hard right now. You could be shopping painting the baby’s room or writing down names.

If anything, you’re the one who has a reason to suspect him. You have every reason to accuse him of baby-trapping you. Satoru blinked a tear away as he mentally punched himself for doubting you just because of what happened with Suguru. Now he’s getting all answers that he needed. One good thing came out of that encounter with Rie.

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3 Days Later

“Harder,” You whined as you lightly kicked Satoru’s legs, chewing on your unpeeled apple. You kept your eyes on the screen as you heard him apologize. It was another rainy day and you were spending it on the bed as Satoru massaged your feet. It doesn’t really hurt considering how early you still are in the pregnancy but you read about it and now you want it too.

Satoru slept over the night before due to the very heavy rains. You were angry at him for the whole night for not going home earlier before the weather got worse but now, not so much anymore considering how you want a foot massage. “I wonder how you’d be when the baby weight starts really making your foot hurt. ” He giggled at you making you scowl at him before pulling your foot away from him harshly.

“Sorry, I’m not making fun of you. You’re just adorable, right now. What more, when you’re already round.” He giggled even more and this time he really got a kick from you, making him yelp. You fixed your position to turn away from him as you placed your apple on the plate in the middle of your bedside table.

“You think this is fun. You think this is funny.” You partially got up to pull the covers over your head, attempting to put something in between you and Satoru who’s still smiling even as he rubs his thigh. “Look, it’s not like that. You’re just cute. Don’t be mad.” His voice sounded muffled as you covered your ears with the thick fabric of the sheet. You get sensitive when you think about how much you’d change when the baby gets bigger and bigger. And although you understand that that would mean meeting your little one sooner, it still makes you self-conscious.

“Come on, now. Sorry. “ Satoru managed to get under your covers, wrapping a strong arm around you which you tried to swat away but failed. Albeit not kissing—you could still feel his lips on your shoulders as he tangled his legs with yours. It felt nice. Having a warm body to press yourself into is nice, you thought as you stopped struggling under his hold. You tensed when he peppered light kisses on the shell of your ears as he pulled the covers down.

“I’d get big.” You croaked as he pulled you to his chest, “Hm? So, what? You’ll still be beautiful.” He whispered to you kissing the side of your head. You still don’t know how you’d manage your resolve if it’s like this. You’ve read stories of how two people did almost every hurtful thing possible to each other and yet, still handled everything by the end. It’s like fighting over which piece fits a part of the puzzle and celebrating together when it finally got solved.

Some of them didn’t even have a connection to keep them strung together even through a time apart, unlike the two of you who are taking care of a developing life inside you and thus, have more reason to figure things out. Sometimes it makes you feel like a bad mother, putting yourself and your life first before the child. You know that it’s crucial for a child to have a whole family, especially when there’s no active reason to let it live with a broken one.

Satoru’s been working on himself, there’s significant progress in your relationship now. And although trust isn’t something you had fully given to him yet, that doesn’t mean that he cannot earn it in the days to come. There’s really no reason for you to act harshly toward him right now. Not when he’s been doing nothing but make you feel loved. Even more than before, if you’re being honest.

Forgiveness isn’t an issue but the pain you went through is preventing you from giving yourself to him again and along with that is your child’s future. It wouldn’t be easy to forget what he put you through but you could push that aside for your child.

If you had to risk your heart for your child’s life, you’d do it.

“I don’t care if you think I’m beautiful or not. It’s about what I think.” You retorted as you tried to get out of his grasp, stubbornly pushing his hand away. For some reason, it didn’t sit right with you that he thinks that you care about what he thinks of you. Yet, you found yourself thinking, Will he stop giving me this treatment when I get big? A laugh from Satoru, made you snap out of your thoughts.

“But I’m still letting you know. You’ll still be pretty even when you get big.” He rested his chin on top of your head as he whispered, you could only answer him with a scoff before his phone started to ring. He clicked his tongue as he pulled away from you to reach for it, he only took a quick glance at his phone before showing you the caller's I.D. which showed multiple numbers that indicate that it was from an unknown number. He leaned on the bed frame as he answered.

“Hello? Who’s this?” He ran his fingers through your hair, moving stray pieces of hair away from your face as he talked on the phone. His voice sounds strict and professional yet his eyes held nothing but fondness as he looked at you. You could hear a feminine voice from the other line and Satoru’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed; his hands stopped massaging your scalp and he sat up straight.

“Like, right now?” He looked out the window to see that the rain has completely stopped before looking at you. You wanted to lean in just to hear what was going on, you wanted to ask him why but an eased look took over his features as he relaxed back into his previous position. You’re still curious but you assumed it was nothing serious.

“Alright, alright.” He spoke before biting his lip as he dropped his phone to his side. He gave you a small smile before moving to lie down beside you. “Listen, I kinda have to go. They need me in the office.” He looked at the wall clock above the television before glancing at the skies outside again. The weather has cleared up and you didn’t even notice. Only the sad color of the sky and the silver linings remained.

“Yeah, yeah.” You flipped through the channels, trying to find something else to watch as Satoru pecks the side of your head before standing up. “I’ll call you on my way home so I can get you something, okay?” He stretched his back as he watched you look up at him with furrowed brows. “You really insist on staying over every day? Your clothes are piling up here. Take them home.” You spoke to him almost monotonously as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I don’t really want to go home. Don’t you enjoy my company?” He tried to lighten up the mood, seeing that you weren’t joking at all. He still gets this cold treatment from you sometimes and he doesn’t really know if the pregnancy causes them or if that’s how you really are with him. Either way, they are both valid and understandable reasons.

“I can do things on my own, too, you know? This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, Satoru.” You looked up at him, with real concern on your face. You’re actually getting alarmed by how close you’ve been letting yourself get with him. You already told yourself that you’d be standing on your own two feet and not relying upon others so much anymore like how you did before. You've been doing that but having Satoru around...you just can’t accept that you’re starting to feel something for him again.

“I’m sorry. I just… This is the only chance I can get to prove myself to you. I’m not pressuring you into anything, but I’m still determined to make things right. For you and for our child.” There was an awkward silence as you stared into each other. This Satoru is different than the Satoru you knew. He has grown. Even during the times that you were apart, you can tell that he has grown. Not just because of the baby but you figured that the separation really ignited something in him.

“Come here.” You spoke, and his eyes almost widened at your request. He got used to you always kicking him out, and pushing him away, and hearing those words from you left him in shock. Even so, his body moved to you as you crossed your legs. You held his face between your hands, tracing the lines of his features as he leaned toward you.

“I appreciate everything that you do for us. But some things are not easy for me.” You whispered to him, seeing how his eyes softened yet filled up with sadness and longing. He nodded as he closed his eyes before smiling at you. "I know, love. I know. I'm sorry." It was his turn to grab your face and kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling how he pressed his lips a second longer than usual. Satoru knows that your relationship is not back to the way it was. And it probably never will but change might not be so bad—Satoru figured—especially if it involves you and your child.

If he has to wait for a thousand years for you, he'd gladly and patiently wait.

Just as Satoru was about to get up, he paused when he saw you standing up as well. “Drop me off at the store, I need to get something.” You smiled up at him, grabbing his arm as you struggled to put on your bedroom slippers. “You could wait for me, we’ll get it together.” Lately, Satoru’s been the one doing all the shopping for you so, you rarely step out of the apartment. This time, you want to do it yourself again.

You whined when he held your wrist as you walked to your closet, ready to pick clothes. “No, I just need some fruits. I haven’t been out for days so, I want to do it myself.” You lightly stomped your feet on the carpeted floor, hearing Satoru sigh as you turned your back to him to open your cabinet. “Alright, let’s get dressed, then.” Satoru tried to pull at the hem of your shirt but you were quick to swat it away, hearing him laugh. “I can dress myself, thank you. Get out.” You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, making him pout as you lightly pushed him out before locking the door. You closed your eyes as your brain made all scenarios flash in the back of your eyelids had you let him dress up with you.

You told yourself ‘no’, but your heart was saying otherwise. You don’t know if this self-control of yours can last.

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Satoru didn't tell you that it was your mother's employee who called him to her office. He was shocked at first because he was strictly forbidden to tell you about it. Stepping out of his car when he reached the company was already a task. He made sure to stay alert, keeping an eye out for any setups that may come his way.

He doesn’t want to think of your parents like that. But after that meeting with them and seeing how your mother reacted, he can't cut out the possibility of her doing something underhanded just to separate him from you. It made Satoru worry about you, as well. If it's really something like that, then it also involves you. And he's afraid that he won't be able to do anything to protect you.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he thought that it could be something brighter, too. What if your mother has finally accepted your decision? What if she just called him to set some things straight and to make sure that his promises to take care of you and the baby are true?

What's getting him really curious is the reason why she didn't want you to come. He could only conclude that this is something that you cannot know about. And this makes the possibility of her having only good things to talk to him about really low. She doesn't seem the type to plan surprises. And if she does have a surprise plan, Satoru's sure that she wouldn't want to include her daughter's ex.

First, step inside the company building and there's already an employee waiting for him. "To the main office, Sir." The lady said as she bowed to him before walking ahead to lead him. "The boss sent me to make sure that you'll go straight to her office, Sir." She spoke, making Satoru's eyebrows slightly furrow. He wanted to ask why but he knew that the lady wouldn't really tell her anything so, he just nodded slowly.

Opening the door to your mother’s office, Satoru thanked the lady as she urged him to go inside. He expected to see your mother sitting on the big swivel chair reading papers but he was welcomed by Rie as she looked at him with frightened eyes, sitting on one of the chairs near your mother’s table. There were photos of him and Rie on the day of their encounter not even a week ago. All blood drained from his body as he got flashbacks of it.

“What’s going on?” He whispered, not sure if Rie could hear him and it doesn’t really matter. He needs to know where your mom is. He needs to explain all of this. Was that a setup? Has your mother found out that Rie was the reason Satoru left you and now she’s using her? Is this how your mother plans to keep you away from him? By making it seem like they met behind your back? Multiple questions were echoing inside his head all at once and Satoru isn’t sure if he should find your mother and talk to her or go home to make sure that you were not getting the wrong information.

“Oh, you’re finally here.” He didn’t even notice your mother come in or hear Rie’s explanation of the situation. "Were two talking about how to get out of this situation?” She walked calmly to her desk, pushing forward the photos of the two of them. Satoru doesn’t know where to start or how to explain what really happened without getting your mom aggravated. Her movements are calm yet the atmosphere inside the room got worse the moment she stepped in.

“What? There’s nothing to explain when there’s solid proof, right?” Satoru shook his head, stepping forward to grab one, “This is not what it looks like—” Your mother’s laugh cut him off and Satoru already knows that his words were not believed. “Of course, that’s what people who are lying always say.” She taunted, before turning to Rie, not giving Satoru time to explain. “What about you? You’re the other woman, right? What’s going on in these pictures if it’s not what I think it is?”

“I was about to meet someone else when she appeared, she—” Satoru started again, desperate to convince your mother that he isn’t lying. He badly wanted to ask her if she told you about it already, scared—no, terrified—that you might also misunderstand the pictures. “I’m not asking you.” Your mother’s gaze pierced through Satoru and he could almost see how everything would’ve turned out if she found out about his infidelity at the hospital.

“You. Answer me.” There was a long pause as Rie looked down, her eyes were already red as she clenched her hand, shaking as she took a deep breath. “I…Your daughter…she might be lying to Satoru. She’s desperate for him, she slept with him while he was with me.” Rie answered through clenched teeth as a tear escape her eye. She doesn’t like that your mother is acting like you can do no wrong when you’re the reason why Satoru left her.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Satoru retorted angrily. He shook his head in disbelief. This isn’t the Rie he knew in high school. Is she so hell-bent on getting her revenge that she’s going this far? “It was my fault that happened before I broke it off with you, Rie. I thought we were over that.” Satoru was getting desperate, things are getting out of hand and he doesn’t know how he’ll keep you in trouble.

“She still did it! What makes you think that she didn’t do it with someone else when you were apart?! How sure are you that you’re the father of that child?! She could—” Slap. Rie fell at the impact of your mother’s hand on her cheek. She touched the place with her shaky hands before looking up. Satoru looked at your mother’s furious face as she stared down at Rie.

“Who are you to talk about my daughter like that inside my building?!” Her voice boomed inside the room and Satoru was sure that anyone who passed by that door would’ve heard her. Rie could only sob as she tried to collect herself from shock. There was a pregnant pause before Satoru blinked, determined to prove himself that he wasn’t doing anything behind your back as he took the chance to explain himself.

“M-Ma’am, she thought Y/N was lying about her pregnancy and wanted to talk to me about it. I know Y/N w-will never do that. My conversation with Rie didn’t even last long.” Satoru spoke hurriedly, stumbling on his words as he tried to get his answer across. He needs this to be over so he could go home to you. He fears that your mother already contacted you about this without getting to hear Satoru’s explanation. Knowing that your mother already knows that he cheated, Satoru wouldn’t be surprised if she wouldn’t believe him.

“Your daughter is not the angel you think she is. Satoru cheated on me with her.” Rie stood up, sobbing as she took a single step back. “Satoru left me because of her.” There was a pain in her voice and Satoru could tell just how much that situation destroyed her. He felt bad, he felt sorry for her but she hasn’t been doing the right things. If this is her way of getting back at you, Satoru would never forgive it.

“I could say that you deserve it after what you did to her.” Your mother was a savage, not even flinching at Rie’s revelation to her. No one can tell what’s going on inside her head as she opened a drawer and pulls out a phone. “Don’t you think that’s your karma for ruining a relationship? You should be ashamed of yourself first.” She tapped away at the phone before placing it in front of them. A video of Satoru and Rie played. This is what Satoru was scared about. Getting the situation taken out of context.

“I tried to push her away, Ma’am. Please, believe me.” Your mother didn’t say anything as she let the video roll. It was when Rie’s face was only a few inches away from him as they stood between those big buildings. The time when Satoru almost doubted you. He wasn’t aware that it took so long. Anyone who would see the video would think that they were two lovers having a moment and Satoru prayed that you wouldn’t see any of this.

“Doesn’t look like it to me.” Your mother voiced out, leaving Satoru out of explanations. Before any of them could even say anything, the door swung open, revealing you and the confused look on your face as you dropped your grocery bag. Your hand flew to your stomach, knowing that there was something wrong judging by the looks in their eyes. “What’s going on?” Satoru was quick to walk towards you as you spotted the phone and photos on the table. Your eyes landed on Rie as she looks down, her cheek noticeably swollen. You came here in hopes to make amends with your mother. But it seems like you’re in for something more. Just when you thought everything was going great.

“Mom,” You called out just as Satoru took your hand in his cold one, “Y/N, listen to me. This is not what it seems. Let me explain—” Satoru tried to stop you from walking to the table, but you already saw the pictures. “Y-you were with her…” You slowly looked up at Satoru, not trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. Satoru shook his head as he held your shoulders, you glanced at your mother who only stood with a disappointed look on her face.

“I asked Satoru to come here alone. I was supposed to talk to him about this and I got more information than what I intended to pull from them.” There was a silent warning in your mother’s eyes. You could hear Rie sniffing behind you as Satoru, held your face in his hands to look at him. “She came to me, she was saying things, Y/N. And I tried to push her away. I was supposed to meet with a client, do you remember?” You let the tears stream down your face as you tried to tell yourself that he wouldn’t lie. You don’t really know what to believe in anymore.

“You didn’t tell me about this.” You whimpered as you held his wrist, attempting to push him away from you. “You’re saying that this happened yet you didn’t tell me about it. How am I supposed to just believe you?” It frustrated you that you had to find out like this. You turned to Rie, looking at her with furrowed brows, curiosity rather than anger. “What were you telling him?” She failed to look you in the eye as she stepped away. The hatred that you saw in her eyes during that time with her in the elevator was still there. “Are you trying to get back at me?”

“No-” She sobbed, taking a step back as she looked up at you and your mom. “Then, what were you doing?” You don’t know why it hurts so much. Despite Satoru’s explanation, you still find it hard to trust his words. This has happened before, what if he really did it again? What if he realized that he wants to be with her again and that’s why he agreed to meet with her? What did they even talk about?

“I wanted to talk to him. And he pulled me in between those buildings.” Rie straightened up her posture as she spoke. “You know why I pulled away. Don’t try to lie.” Satoru retorted as he stepped forward to glower at Rie. “Of course, you don’t want us to be seen…Right?” Rie knows what she was saying. But it’s not fair that she’s the only one going down when she’s been betrayed too. Besides, what she’s saying is still true. It’s just up to you now how you’d interpret it.

“You could’ve left her there if you didn’t want to talk to her, Satoru.” It was your mom’s voice, speaking out for your thoughts. That’s right. If Satoru didn’t want to be with her, he could’ve just walked away. What were they talking about? What’s got him so interested that he really made an effort to hide her?

“What did she tell you?” There was a crack in your voice as you watched the playing video on the phone. How his hand held her arm, how close they were to each other as he remained unmoving, how he let her hold run her hands on his shoulders. It still hurt. Seeing him with someone else still hurt. It felt like that time again, at Shoko’s party. You could almost see her clinging to him. You could almost see him pull her by the waist. It fucking hurts again.

“She was asking me if I-I was sure that the baby’s m-mine. She’s trying to tell me that you could be…lying about me being th-the father, Y/N.” You looked up at him with furrowed brows, more tears escaping your eyes as your lips twitched. You could already see why his first reaction was to pull her away to talk.

“And you’ve been having doubts?” You whispered as you bring up a hand closing your eyes as you wipe away your tears. Sobbing when you realize that he almost believed her over you. You hated that she could always have him wrapped around her fingers. You hated that there was still a chance that he’d choose her over you. Are you still not that much to him?

“Y/N…I-I had them before but-” Your cries cut off Satoru as you covered your face with both of your hands. He really did doubt you. That’s why he still went and had that conversation with her. What if she managed to convince him that time? Would he have left you in the cold again? Would he abandon you again? Would he take back his promises and run away with her again? It tore you apart thinking about how he still seems to trust her despite knowing all of you. Does he still have lingering feelings for her?

“Y/N, listen. I know you won’t do that. That’s why I came home to you that day, right? I hate myself for ever thinking that, Y/N. But I believe you.” He took you in his arms, holding your face to wipe away your tears as you try to catch your breath. This is all too much for you. Thinking about how close you were to being thrown to the side again makes you feel like there’s a thick band wrapped around your chest, trying to stop you from breathing. It’s all more painful when you think about your baby.

“I don’t know anymore, Satoru.” You shook your head as you pushed him away, stepping away from all of them as tears cascaded down your face. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Your thoughts were mixed when Satoru first left you for Rie. Now that you found out how he almost chose to believe her again, it hurts twice as much. You don’t know what to think about anymore. You just want to go home, far away, anywhere to protect yourself and your child.

You don’t care how your mother got the footage and pictures. It’s enough that you know what really went down. It was silly of you to think that your situation with Satoru is getting better.

It was foolish of you to think that you have all of him.

“I’ll have someone take you home, Y/N. It’s better for you to be at the mansion.” You hear your mother say as she walks towards you. You didn’t expect your mother to hold you as she tried to lead you out. “Stay here. Or you won’t see her ever again.” She mouthed at Satoru as he tried to get near you, before giving the both of them a warning look. Even your mother didn’t want to believe it but what can she do when she herself didn’t hear how their conversation went?

She asked them here to confront them about the cheating that happened when Satoru left you. She ended up finding out that her daughter slept with her ex when he was in a relationship with someone. Mr. Takahata’s employee failed to give her that information and she’s assuming that it’s because it didn’t really happen for long. She still has to ask you about that.

Getting her driver to lead you out, they managed to get you in the car as you sobbed your heart out. She also called a doctor on the way back to her office to tend to you. She’s not used to losing her composure and in all your life, this is the first time that she’s seen you break down like that. It almost felt like she didn’t know what to do and for that, she feels terrible. She’s supposed to be your mother.

“Do you know how I found out?” She walked behind Rie as they both remained where they were before she left. She made sure to leave someone by the door to stop because if her daughter was done with them, well she was not. It was her blood and flesh, her only daughter that got stepped all over and almost killed.

“I got people, I got eyes and ears anywhere you go. More people know about you than you know.” Rie let out a shaky breath as she looked over to Satoru who stared blankly at the table, hopeless. Is he not even one bit concerned about her? “If it wasn’t for my daughter getting involved in a car accident, I would have thanked you for making a scene at that party. You really gave your indecency away.” Rie shivered at the memory. It felt like it only happened yesterday. She didn’t even think about how the people and their friends would look at her because she only wanted to be loved by Satoru.

“I-We didn’t mean for her to—” Your mother let out a laugh as she picked up the pictures to put them back in her drawer. Satoru’s eyes followed them, breathing in as he got pulled back to reality. “It’s a little too late for you to explain or apologize. You already lost everything.” A horrified look took over Rie’s features as your mother say the words. She already knows what that means. She’s aware of how powerful and influential your mother is in their industry and Rie could only imagine herself getting kicked out of every company building she tries to transfer to. Where will she end up?

“It was a mistake, ma’am. And my work has nothing-” She tried to move closer to your mother, ready to beg but your mother was quick to raise a hand. “Save it for the employers. Let’s see if they’d let a snake work in their company.” She gave her a smile that only brought tears to Rie’s eyes. She wanted to kneel and beg for all that she said. “Ma’am, please…” Rie was desperate and she was angry. She didn’t know what else to do to get Satoru to come back to her again. She thought that if Y/N throws him away, he’d crawl back to her. She wasn’t thinking straight.

“You can try to talk me to it for hours and I won’t change my mind. I’m not your boss but Mr. Takahata gave me permission to dismiss you. So, go. I won’t spend the rest of my day looking at the woman who tried to destroy my daughter’s life twice.” Your mother was unblinking as her eyes sent daggers to Rie. She was about to kneel before her when she started to speak again, speaking of nothing but the terror that she was about to bring to Rie’s life. “Or I can call someone to help you get out?” It was a warning and Rie could only hold back her cries as she stepped back. She could barely catch her breath as she looked at Satoru, hoping that he’d even turn to look at her. But he didn’t.

Rie could only walk out in shame, mortified by the looks that she got from the employees that she passed by. There were whispers and judging looks in their eyes and even the friend that she was expecting to maybe look at her with pity is now sending her an ice-cold stare. She hung her head low in shame, thinking about how everything could’ve been different if she wasn’t being selfish, if she didn’t get involved, if she didn’t let her desires get the best of her that night.

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Satoru didn’t even notice Rie go as he thought of how he’d make your mother understand his true intentions. He knows that there’s nothing else to say about his past mistake and he’d regret all of it for the rest of his life. But he still hoping that she’d let him do his best for you and your baby right now.

“I don’t think it’s still right for you to keep seeing Y/N, Satoru. You can be a father to her child without ever getting near her.” Your mother spoke to Satoru, getting all of his attention. This is his greatest fear. “I-it’s not just about th-the baby, Ma’am. Please, I-I was trying to make everything right, to make it up to Y/N.” He tried to explain but your mother only stared at him for a long time.

“I love her. I love Y/N. I made the mistake of leaving her, and I’ll forever regret it but I’m doing all that I can to fix her, to fix all of this, Ma’am. Please…” Satoru had to pause, wincing at the pain in his chest as he thought of everything that’s been happening going down the drain. Just like how he let 5 years crumble when he broke your heart. “...Don’t take her away. Don’t take them away.” Tears were blurring his vision when he looked down.

“Do you understand that my daughter almost died because of your mistake?” Your mother spoke through clenched teeth. “If possible I wouldn’t even want my daughter anywhere near you. She’s been making far too many mistakes because of you.” There was anger, sadness, and disappointment on your mother’s face. In your mother’s head, she’s blaming herself for not seeing any of this coming. For not even knowing that her daughter was left all alone with her vices. She could’ve been there for you that time when you were trying to wash away your pain with poison. They could’ve helped if only they paid a little more attention.

“You’re not seeing her if it’s not about the child.” Satoru knows that your mother’s words are final, but despite all his pleas and explanations, she didn’t budge. “It’s better than a restraining order, Satoru.” She warned as she took a seat. It was all over for him.

“I have so many things to say to her, Ma’am. So many things to clarify…” Satoru sobbed, “...I just need her to know.” If you won’t take Satoru back then he’ll just let you know that he’s all for you. That not once had he even thought about leaving you again in the middle of it all. That your word is the only word he’d believe. He needs to let you know that you have all of him. You’ve always had all of him even when he wasn’t with you.

“If she’d let you. Only my daughter can decide if she’d trust you near her again. You said you’d been trying to work it out with her, right?” Your mother stood up, surprisingly calm after all that she has found out and even more surprising that she’s letting you decide for yourself about it. But even so, Satoru still fears that she’d push you to go through with the abortion. “You had days to tell her all about it but you didn’t. If it wasn’t anything, you shouldn’t have tried to hide it.” She spoke as she picked up her bag before walking towards the door.

“I was only worried about—” Satoru tried again but your mother was quick to raise a finger. “Only she can decide.” With that, she walked out of the doors, leaving Satoru to cry his heart out as he fell to his knees. Regret fills him as he thought of how the little things he didn’t do and the impulsive choices that he made led to all of this.

It scared him to death but he can almost see himself losing you forever.

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Five days have passed and not a single one of them went by without the maids informing you that Satoru wanted to talk to you. Your mother has met him a couple of times, and the third one she almost filed a restraining order against him. If it wasn’t for your father, you don’t know what would’ve happened. Day and night you’ve been thinking about how it’s going to be for you and your baby.

You don’t have it in you to face Satoru anymore. Flashbacks of how everything went to shit with your relationships won’t let you sleep. The scene in your mother’s office kept getting inside your mind every time you close your eyes. You really thought Satoru was being transparent to you again. You really thought that he wouldn’t try to hide anything from you anymore, but he did. Not only the meeting but his thoughts about you.

You blamed yourself for his doubt. Even if Suguru texted you not to worry about it anymore, you couldn’t help but think that if only you weren’t so careless none of it would’ve happened and all these complications wouldn’t have taken place. The most painful of it all is when you think about how Rie would probably handle him better than you.

The only reason you see for their break up is the accident between the two of you but other than that, you know that Satoru didn’t have to deal with issues when he was with her. Unlike with you. His life was never at peace with you. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for him to doubt you. Because you were broken. Maybe you’re not the solid foundation that he needs.

You remembered yourself sobbing before the tears that fall from the corner of your eyes sent you to sleep. You just wanted it all to be over now. You wished that you could already hold your baby and say that it’s all going to be fine.

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You woke up in the middle of the night with intense pain in your lower stomach. You winced as you tried to get up, guarding your it with your free hand as you struggled to support yourself with the other. You hissed as you sat down, still drowsy from sleep but you know that there was something wrong. You hurriedly turned on the lamp on your bedside table and you took your phone in the process.

It's not long before you felt wet and uncomfortable between and under your thighs. Did you pee yourself? You wondered as you pulled the sheets away from you to check. Your eyes widened in horror when you saw blood. Your baby. You don't know when you started to scream but within a couple of seconds, your mom and dad were already rushing to your side.

"Mom, my baby!" You cried as she and your dad tried to help you out. It was no use. All of your limbs felt weak no matter how much you tell yourself that you have to move to save your baby. Your father had to carry you to the car as you were quickly rushed to the hospital.

Are you losing your child? The only reason that you wake up and get up every day, ready to change the course of your life? There were flashbacks of the day you found out, you were pregnant. The fear and joy, all at once. You remembered going to your first appointment. You remembered looking up baby room ideas. And you remembered lying in bed with Satoru as he placed feathery kisses on your stomach. He would smile up at you even when he knows that you won't return it. He whispers the sweetest of things to your growing little one.

They were peaceful days that you would never be able to take back. They were peaceful days that you would never experience again.

"It's gonna be fine, Y/N." Your mother shushed you as she wrapped an arm around you. "My baby, Mom! They need to save my baby!" You wailed as you reached the hospital. The nurses are doing everything to calm you down along with your parents as you cried, begging for them to put your baby's life first. You didn't think you'd see the day your mom would cry but there she is, with tears streaming down her face and standing a couple of meters from you as the professionals did their job. Your father rubbed her shoulders up and down while he did his best to comfort you. Your vision blurred and darkness took over you once again.

In your dreams, you were holding a beautiful baby to your chest as a man kissed you on the forehead…They were your heart's deepest desires.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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i'm so in love with her help

pairing: saebyeok x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, some comfort word count: 2.4k (longest fic i've ever written :)) )

summary: saebyeok protecting her s/o when the fights break out

warnings: not exactly canon compliant but i tried, mainly based on ep 04, canon typical violence, blood, murder, violence, cussing, reader gets stabbed, reader hits someone with a pipe, deoksu is deoksu

a/n: i've been rewatching squid game and falling in love with saebyeok again so i made this. i'm thinking of writing for her so feel free to send any requests (male/gn only)

requests open !! read my rules first

your shoulder just barely brushes against saebyeok’s as you sit down next to her. you set the soda down by your feet, peeling the boiled egg in your hands. you remain in silence as you watch the other players continue shuffling through the line, each taking one bottle of soda and a boiled egg each.

your attention is stolen away from your food when a man starts yelling at the guard in front of him. “where’s my food?”

“we prepared enough food for each of the players.” the guard says.

“i didn’t get any! how can you prepare enough if you leave five people without anything?”

from across the room, a woman stands, pointing over at deoksu and his group. he seems unbothered by the sudden attention, simply taking another swing from the bottle of stolen soda. “i saw them take food twice.” deoksu scoffs, looking over at her. the man spins on his heel, walking over to him. he walks up to deoksu, leaning in so their faces almost touch. “do you think it’s funny?” the man asks. “taking someone else’s food?”

deoksu steps back, tilting the bottle in his hand. “this is yours?” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t see your name on it.”

“you asshole!” the man yells out, grabbing at the bottle. deoksu refuses to let go. they scuffle for a few seconds before the bottle slips from their hands, falling to the ground and shattering. soda spreads across the floor, mixing with the broken glass.

“you fucking idiot,” deoksu hisses, punching the man. you flinch as the man falls to the ground, failing to fight back. deoksu is unrelenting as he continues hitting him until the man lays on the ground, unmoving. he kicks the man’s stomach until he coughs up blood onto the tile floor before finally walking away.

the guards stand unmoving from across the room. dread builds in your stomach as you watch deoksu walk back to his group. you can almost feel the tension spreading across the room, a silent agreement between the players that a fight is going to break out sooner rather than later. a man walks over to the unmoving man, kneeling down next to him. he shakes him a little. “hey, are you alright?” the man presses two fingers against his neck, searching for his pulse point before looking up, confirming what you’re already fearing. the dread starts turning into fear. the realization that it may not only be the games that kill you, but the players as well, sends shivers down your spine.

a man - player 456 stands. “a player is dead!” he yells. he ignores his friend’s pitiful attempt to stop him, walking up to the guards. “how could you just let a player die?”

the guards don’t respond. behind them, the doors open. two more guards enter, carrying a box. “player 174 has been eliminated.” the announcement plays. your eyes stay glued to the guards as they kneel down to place the man’s body into the box before placing the lid on top and carrying it out of the room.

you’re brought back to reality when saebyeok gently nudges you with her knee. “are you okay?” she whispers.

after a few seconds, you reply. “we’re not safe here. what if the fighting continues?”

she glances over at deoksu and his group before refocusing on you. “hey, don’t worry, okay? i’ll protect you.” you look over at her, nodding. despite her reassurances, the fear you’re feeling remains, settling deep into your stomach. saebyeok subtly reaches over to grab your hand, stroking her thumb against your knuckles. “nothing will ever hurt you. not while i’m here. i promise.”

she stares deep into your eyes. their darkness is alluring. you allow yourself to get lost in them. the death games and murder and your suffocating debts don’t matter. at least not right now, with saebyeok holding your hand and promising your safety.

you’re stiff as you lay in your bed, staring up at the bunk above yours. “lights out in 30 seconds.” the announcement plays. you can barely see the timer on the wall as it counts down. each second feels simultaneously agonizingly slow and increasingly fast.

anxiety continues to build in your stomach as the lights shut off. there’s a few seconds of tense silence before you can hear someone leaving their bed. they creep through between the various bunks until they stop moving. his words are barely audible as he whispers something before a woman screams. the sound makes you flinch. your body freezes. the sound paralyzes you.

you aren’t given any time to react before more people start leaving their beds, mindlessly attacking each other. the overhead lights start flickering above you. you slip out of your bed before the bunk starts falling, desperate to put any distance between yourself and any other players.

you gasp when someone grabs your arm, pushing you back against the brick wall. the breath is stolen from your lungs as they pin you there. you bring your hands up to protect yourself. something slashes into the flesh of your forearm, barely missing your face.

you kick at your attacker, trying to get away. their grip falters slightly, but it isn’t enough for you to break free. adrenaline controls all of your actions. the man pinning you to the wall brings his hand up. he’s holding a piece of broken glass from a soda bottle. he stabs forwards, aiming for your chest. you desperately twist your body away from him. it pierces your shoulder instead, digging deep into your flesh.

you aren’t given any time to dwell on the pain when the man is forcefully pulled off of you. he yells out as he hits the ground, tumbling down away from you. your savior grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the group of men chasing you.

you pant as you follow them into the darkness underneath a bunk. when the lights flash again, you can finally see who they are. saebyeok. she holds your face, eyes fixated on your own. “i’m okay,” you pant, reaching up to grab her hand.

“you’re not,” she murmurs, pressing a hand against your shoulder. you wince at the pressure.

“i will be.” in the flashes of light you can see the blood that coats her jacket and shirt. deep red soaks into the fabric, staining it. “you’re covered in blood.”

“it’s not mine.” the words bring an odd sense of comfort to you. despite their connotation, you feel selfishly grateful that saebyeok’s life was spared in place of someone else’s.

your internal debate is interrupted when she grabs your hand. in the momentary break from the chaos she quickly squeezes it three times. your code. i love you. “come on,” she whispers. “we’re not safe here.” you nod, forcing yourself to stand on shaky knees. she lets you intertwine your fingers, leading you to the other side of the room.

you recognize the man she approaches. player 456. he lets out something akin to a relieved sigh, glancing over saebyeok’s shoulder at you. “you came.”

“you asked.” the shake in her voice is barely noticeable, but you can tell that it’s there. you squeeze her hand, glancing behind you. deoksu pants, gripping saebyeok’s pocket knife in his hand. you pull her with you out of the way, grunting as your injured shoulder slams against the ground.

another man steps in, swinging a metal pipe he must’ve gotten from the bunks at deoksu. you clamber to your feet as saebyeok positions her body in front of yours.

all around you, the fighting continues. you kick another man away from you, wrestling the pipe he holds out of his hands and swinging it against his temple. bile builds in your throat as his body collapses to the floor.

saebyeok’s hand slipping into your own once again spreads relief throughout your body. she keeps you close to her before the old man starts yelling from somewhere above you. “stop it!” his voice shakes. “at this rate, we’re all going to die! i’m scared!”

the lights turn on almost immediately. the doors swing open to reveal a group of guards. a man in a square mask raises a handgun, firing multiple shots into the ceiling.

the chaos stops almost immediately. you drop the pipe in your hand, watching as the guards begin to approach. you only let go of saebyeok’s hand when they raise their guns at you, ordering you to turn around as they pat you down.

your hands shake as you keep them raised. behind you, a guard leans in, his voice low. “player 456, is there a man named hwang in-ho here?”

“we don’t know each other’s names.” he responds. the guard doesn’t outwardly react, instead moving on to pat down the rest of the players.

you drop your hands back down to your side when the guards regroup in front of the door. they hold their guns over their chest. behind them, another swarm of guards approaches. they carry coffins decorated to look like a present box.

you sit back down next to saebyeok on the remains of a bunk bed. she reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in hers. you watch as the guards silently pick up each corpse, placing them into the coffins before setting the lid on top and carrying them out - two per box.

once you’re sure the fighting has stopped, saebyeok turns her attention to your shoulder. her hands are gentle as she peels your jacket out of the way before you slip your arm out of the shirt underneath to give her full access to the wound. she presses a nearby blanket against it to stop the bleeding, cursing under her breath. “i don’t think you’ll need stitches.”

you nod to yourself. “that’s good.” the words feel as hollow as they sound.

“do you know who did this?”

“no,” you wince as she increases the pressure. “it was too dark.”

saebyeok doesn’t outwardly react again, instead ripping the blanket apart into a makeshift bandage. she wraps it around your arm, checking it periodically to make sure it isn’t bleeding too much. her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks again. she leans in so her lips ghost against your neck, breath warm against your skin. it sends shivers down your spine. it always has whenever she takes care of you. “come find me tomorrow. the fighting won’t stop tonight.”

saebyeok pulls away when you give a curt nod. carefully, you guide your arm back into the shirt before pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. she reaches over to grab another clean blanket from a different bed. she places it over your lap before sitting down so close to you that your knees touch. she sits on your right side in between you and the group of men you’ve tentatively agreed to work with. you move the blanket so it rests over her lap as well. you can tell she’s grateful when her knee gently knocks into yours three times. i love you.

silence falls over you for a few minutes before player 456 speaks again. “we don’t know each other’s names.” he says.

“i know yours,” one of them points. “ssangmun-dong.”

“ah, that’s where i’m from,” the man chuckles. “my name is seong gihun.”

“i’m cho sangwoo.” another man introduces. he’s wearing a thin pair of glasses that frame his face. “what’s your name?”

“ali,” the man smiles, glancing between sangwoo and gihun. “ali abdul.”

gihun nods before turning to you and saebyeok. “and you?”

saebyeok glances at him. you keep your gaze fixated on her, waiting for her cue on what to say. “why do you need to know our names?”

“if we’re going to work together we should at least build a little bit of trust, starting with our names.”

saebyeok looks away, staring straight ahead. “i don’t trust you. especially not someone who was dumb enough to end up here.”

“you trust them,” gihun gestures to you. this time she glares at him.

“don’t talk about them. don’t even look at them.”

he sighs. “you don’t trust people because they’re trustworthy. you trust them because there’s nothing else to rely on.”

saebyeok glances at you for a second before turning back to gihun. “kang saebyeok.”

“saebyeok,” he repeats. “that’s a nice name. it doesn’t suit you, though.”

“l/n y/n.”

gihun nods in acknowledgement, turning his attention to the old man. “and you, sir? what’s your name?”

“my… my name…” his voice shakes. his eyebrows furrow. he squints as if he’s searching through his memory. a part of your heart aches for him. you wonder how he’s ended up here. “my name…”

you can practically watch as gihun’s face falls. he leans down to place a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. “it’s okay,” he smiles. “you know, sometimes when i get really stressed, i can’t remember my address or my security code.”

the man dismissively nods at him before he continues staring at the floor. “my name…” he mutters to himself.

“we should get some sleep,” sangwoo interrupts. “we’ll need it for our game tomorrow.”

“that’s a good idea,” gihun agrees. he sits down on the stairs, leaning against the metal of the bunk.

silence falls over the room once again. suddenly, without warning, the lights turn off, leaving you in darkness. apprehension builds in your stomach. saebyeok reaches over underneath the blanket to grab your hand, squeezing it three times. i love you. she coaxes you to lean your head onto her shoulder. “sleep.” she whispers. you glance up at her questioningly. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.”

you nod, letting out a sigh. exhaustion hits you hard and sudden. despite your circumstances, saebyeok’s presence next to you manages to make you feel safe, as she always does. her body feels warm against yours. her arm wraps around your waist, coaxing your head from her shoulder down into her lap. she runs her hand through your hair, twisting the strands in between her fingers. a warm feeling spreads throughout your body. overwhelming warmth. safety. love. your body relaxes until you let yourself fall asleep, safe in saebyeok’s protection.

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