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"ROAD TO HOME"
"But I would walk 500 miles,
And I would walk 500 more" I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers
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Summary; While killing isn't the fun part of the job, moving is! The trips tend to be tiring as you find your way again and again.
Ft. Immortal reader x various creepypasta characters
Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2
Warnings; mentions of stalking.
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The basement was chilly.
The first smell that hit when you walk through the door was the alcohol based antiseptic that made it smell like a clean hospital room. It felt sterile. It probably would pass as one if not for the fact there were no windows. Still, they made sure the room had proper ventilation, the stench of blood clings to the walls, seeps into the concrete.
The room buzzed, a quiet blend of classical songs filling the silence, accompanying the sounds of scissors.
Gymnopédie nr. 1.
Jack worked quietly, hands moving in fluid motion.
Pick up, spread, cut, fold the rest and finally place it in a bag.
A surgeon that felt like a seamstress. The claws covered by two pairs of latex gloves dragged against the fabric. Unusual sensation, they dragged against the fabric while if he worked with skin they would glide like water.
No hair, no blood, the clothes were annoyingly clean. For the first time in his life he wished for a mess that he could check and analyse. The clothes remained the same, smelling faintly of a cheap laundry detergent and bleach.
What can he do when there is nothing to work with?
Find something, anything, the memory of Masky swims in his mind. They need a sample, they need to make sure the job is finished.
Then as if it’s a miracle, a tiny red spot caught his “eye”. Barely noticeable, a small proof.
He smiled.
Walking back after a failed mission always felt like a humiliation ritual. This time you even avoided the punishment. The word makes you shiver.
You were bare foot, muddy and with blood drying on your face. Your socks were lost somewhere along the dying and walking back. You drag your feet against the dirt.
They didn’t make much difference anyway.
The forest is quiet, if you don’t count the occasional chirping amongst the leafy trees. One of your hands taps to the rhythm against your thigh.
One, two, one.
The road stretched endlessly, what yesterday was a fun ride now feels like an unnecessarily long torture. The trees, as much as there were, barely gave enough shadow to hide from the sun.
Two, one, two.
Every now and then you scratch at the now healed wound on the temple. It’s itchy, despite it being closed and mended. The pain stayed, small, echoing. You felt as if a monkey decided your skull was a drum and mercilessly banged on it.
You stumble, little rocks and sticks dig into the soles of your feet. You are probably looking like a zombie, which is not wrong. You are a mockery of a corpse. Walking dead zombies would have been so jealous of your ability to form a basic thought. The thought makes you smile, it’s bitter, you can taste it on your tongue.
Dying stopped being fun the third or fourth time, you muse bitterly. The refreshing feeling was gone, replaced by an aching.
You smashed your head? You get a migraine.
You broke your leg? There is a faint ache every time you try standing on it. Of course this is all dependable on the severity of the injury.
You barely remember the first time you died and your first target. You swallow hard, the saliva feels like it’s molasses. It’s all so foggy now, it’s silly, because she said the first times are very memorable.
Maybe you just got lost, if you could get a hold of that knife you would surely remember but it’s gone.
That fucker stole your shit. Well to be fair, most of it couldn’t be counted as yours. The wallet, IDs and painkillers were stolen. That damned pocketknife was actually a trophy. That you remember clearly.
Yet it was all fair game, they probably did that too. Why would they even need it? What if they wanted to track you down? Curse the fact you ar
The difference, you assume, between those freaks and you is that you truly have no advantages.
Question; what would win, a bunny or a fox?
In conclusion the answer is always the fox.
Of course the latter had the upper hand, nature stood on its side.
But as we all know the prey can overcome this by camouflage. Leaf insects like phyllium can perfectly mimic a leaf, your equivalent of this would be that your face changes for others. Not drastically, but it helps when it comes to creating an identity.
Of course prey can also try and mimic the predator, viceroys mimic monarch butterflies. You could try something like this, but that would require more work. Maybe they were like puppets? Whispering sweet nothings while the mind remained empty, moved only by the one in control.
That would make sense, right? Then side burns seemed perfectly capable of logical thinking. You feel stupid for getting this flustered and for dying not even because of that thing chasing you through the forest. Truly, a humiliation ritual.
If we don’t count raising from the dead, which takes time and energy. Psychically you stand no chance, you clench your jaw, so all that is left are your wits.
You are screwed. You rub your temples, dry blood flakes off and you try to stop yourself from cringing.
God you are angry, face stuck in an almost permanent frown when you reach the city. You tried to walk on the edge; it’s where “your house” was located.
If anyone saw you right now they would ask questions. Killing off innocent people is not something you want or should do anyway.
The house was actually a small vacation building whose owners came by every now and then. There are some essentials left, even if the most important were in your bag..
Why would they need the whole thing? Why would they need your scraps?
What if they know? The illusion only helps with making your face only slightly unrecognisable. Hell you look like a glowing ball of light in photos.
Then again, if they knew, wouldn't they wait for you to regenerate? A light feeling bubbles in your chest, they might not know. It pushes at the anger when you reach the door. Hand swiping at the soles of your feet.
That gives you a chance and you will not waste it.
Moving was somewhat easy, some essentials packed into a less sturdy backpack. Some loose socks here, a t-shirt or two. What was left of your medication stash. Which consisted of some painkillers and maybe a sedative or two. You also managed to shower, the cold water soothing the scraps and the lingering headache.
The straps of the bag dug into your skin leaving it red and irritated.
You left the house clean, god forbid someone found out you squatted there. Now you are far enough not to be recognised but not far that you need to die to get there. Which felt lucky, it would slow you down.
You feel hungry.
Stomach rumbling painfully as you rubbed your face with your hands. Who knew longer field trips required nutrition?
The air was warm, it clung to your skin comfortably. You yawned. You are sitting on a curb in front of a smaller store, watching the sun sink down between the trees. It felt pleasant, despite your best efforts you still felt and probably looked like shit.
„You okay?” Someone asked and you whipped your head, the sudden motion made you sway and almost fall backwards.
„Woah! Okay!” The person panicked, hands already reaching for you in case you fell. „Sorry, didn’t mean to” you apologised, embarrassed.
„It’s okay! I thought you were John for a second, the homeless guy I sometimes sneak food for…”
„Yeah no I’m… Alex.” you mutter bitterly, the words coming out almost forced and not really like they belonged to you. Which is odd, lying always came so easy, what happened? Maybe you were shaken up from that monster. That would explain it.
You are not getting soft are you? That would make everything so hard.
„Vick! So..” they pulled out a pack of chips and cigarettes. „Want some?”
You looked at them and the food in their hands. „Won’t you like.. get screamed at?” They mentioned sneaking food from the store, you assume. You are in the mood for getting chased down.
Vick snorted, a proud smile decorating their features. They had slightly crooked teeth. „If they catch me, Mae is not the fastest.” they again shook the little packets.
“Ah” you nod your head, looking from their face to the stuff. Gently taking them from them, doing it so carefully. Avoiding skin to skin contact.
„I actually paid for those, since Josh is not here you can have them.” Vick hummed, „Hey have we met before?”
„.. No I don't think so” you reply, dry.
„Maybe in another life.” They laughed, shoulders shaking slightly. “Okay so just so you know, the town isn’t very safe? Like lots of murders happen and shit.. if you go straight from here..” they pointed to their phone, you squinted, the screen too bright and annoying for your liking. „You can get to a homeless shelter, If you tell them I sent you maybe they will squeeze you in.”
„Are you a celebrity?” you ask which earned another hearty laugh from Vick. Their blue hair shone in the setting sun. How pretty. Maybe you should dye your hair, too.
„Nah,” They wiped the tears from their eyes. “I sometimes help, I like cooking so yeah!”
You pressed your lips into a line „Do I really look homeless?” you mumbled dryly.
„Well, you want an honest answer or…”
„Hit me,”
Vick shrugged, sitting next to you. „You look like you have crawled out of hell.”
You sighed. „Yeah, I can imagine.”
„Do you um, need medical assistance?” They asked.
„No, I just got jumped, happens.”
„I can give you some money?”
„Dude, I am a stranger.” You finally say.
„Ahh I just..” Vick played with the hem of their polo.
You glance at them and hug your knees. So human. Fragile, desperate to help and for what? „You are a good person.”
„I try.” They don’t look at you, head turning towards the golden sun. A small smile playing on their lips „Maybe a little too hard sometimes, I make mistakes. That’s very human.”
„Yeah, human.”
You heard someone stumble and curse in the store. Both of you look at the cause of the noise. Another employee, you assume Mae is rubbing their head. You can hear Vick snorting.
„Okay! Break time is over, Mae will accidentally kill themselves and I ain’t cleaning that.” They got up, stretched and dusted off the invisible dirt off of their jeans. You can’t help but look up, fingers crushing the chips still in the bag. Before leaving Vick spared you the last glance.”Please stay safe and come back soon.”
You watched in silence as they left.
Human. You clench your jaw, the pressure soothes the itch beneath your skin.
You are still human right?
The inside of your mouth feels bitter. Of course you are.
That’s all that was left of you. You stare at the cigarettes, Marlboro golds.
Shit, you don’t even have a lighter. You groan before getting up.
Hear me out on this idea/request... Reader just came back from a rough day out in the woods from a mission, and they're miserable + covered in mild to severe wounds. So, what their partner does (can be any creep, whichever you think fits best or all of them in different situations) is maybe help patch them up... and its all fluffy but also angsty? /nf
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Ouchies! That needs stitches!
Pairings; Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Jeffery Woods
A/N; I hope you don't mind I did three creeps!! Each has exactly 509 words lmao. Please enjoy!!
Small warnings: Mentiones of blood and wounds and slight suggestive themes
Requests are open!!
You couldn’t believe it.
First solo mission, go in and go out. Quick and easy. Instead the man almost got away and in the meantime hurt you. Bad. It was amazing really, fucking up this badly probably requires some weird talent you apparently posses.
Your hand cups the bigger wound on your stomach, the warm blood seeps out from the cracks and you curse. Dragging one foot in front of the other, you need to get patched up. The mansion comes into view and you hold your breath before continuing onwards.
Jack;
The first thought that popped in was the infirmary, surely nurse Ann or X would be somewhere near, if you wait long enough.
You sit on the small sterilized bed, your blood staining the white sheets. Where normally you would have loved to see Jack today you wanted to avoid him. You felt like shit and the disappointment boiled under your skin. Worrying him would just make your day worse.
The door slammed open and you jumped back.
Jack heaved, like a wild animal before looking at you. You swallow, hands gripping the stained sheets. You try to look away as he walks up to you, breath heavy, footsteps rushed. Which was so unlike Jack, he was usually so calm and collected.
You swing your legs back and forth.
“Hi.” You wave stiffly still looking anywhere but him. At first Jack said nothing, only embraced you, the wool texture of the sweater bit at your cheeks as you nuzzled into it. Then he squeezed, pressing his talons into your lower back, you felt the air being squeezed out of you. “Ow ow, my ribs, Jack you are gonna pop me.”
Jack grumbled, the sound low, similar to a growl. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “I was worried sick, what happened?”
“I tripped and fell” you lied, hands waving dismissively.
“Let me get the gauze and I will need to stitch those” he grazed the wounds on your stomach and you shivered.
The warmth, or something closer left your grasp when Jack moved away to grab the tools. He returned swiftly, you noted the lack of latex gloves he usually wore. You blinked once and twice. “Is the boss mad?”
“You were not careful”, he pressed the alcohol soaked cotton to your cheek. You hissed. The tail swished behind him. “Yes, I suppose he is.”
“I was just…” you try, “I wanted to..”
He went rigid, one of his hands tilting your chin to look at him. “To what? Prove yourself? These,” he gestured to your stomach. “Are lethal, you are lucky you are no ordinary human, little lamb.”
You sigh and close your eyes. “Are you mad at me too?”
“I would think it’s obvious. You didn’t even come to me, you..” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep doing that.”
“Do what?”
“Run away, like that, trying to prove something and then get hurt so badly in the process.”
“It was a mission-”
“Not a solo one. I am not stupid. Do you realize what could have happened? How much shit Tobias would get for this?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows. Despite the lack of eyes you can still feel the burning gaze on your skin. He returned to cleaning your wounds, fingers still delicate and through.
You bite your lips, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah you better, If I was petty I would make this hurt.” he sighed. “You are lucky lamb, very lucky that I hold you dear to my heart.”
“Love you too Jack.”
Toby;
The infirmary is close, you hum, trying to sneak past the kitchen to get there without being caught by anyone. Unlucky for you, you slammed into the person you wanted to avoid. Toby. You groan in pain, your free hand rubbing the spot on your forehead. Unlike you, he quickly recovered, hands immediately finding your shoulders.
“D-Dove! I have been looking–”
You hiss, when his fingers press into the bruises. “Not now Toby.”
“Did Ma-asky do this or–”
“I said don’t fucking-” You start, almost losing patience, then he hugged you.
You swallow the lump in your throat, angry tears bite the corner of your eyes. Toby nuzzled into you, wrapping his strong arms around your poor beaten up body. “I w-was worried, when M-Masky came without you.”
“I can’t even do one job right.” you grit your teeth. You inhale the scent of his, like you would expect he smelled like the forest. Or maybe the forest smelled like him.
“C-Come on, I c-can help.” he let you go, taking a hold of your hand.
Toby’s room was one of the closest, messy, you sit on his bed achy. While he rummaged in his desk. “Do you even have something for this?”
“J-ack can’t always check me so I have t-to do it by myself. H-He would kill me if I was unable to w-wuh-work.”
Ah that made… sense. Though you still didn’t expect that, he is horrible at keeping himself clean let alone mentally. Jeff doesn’t fall too far behind but it’s mostly because he is lazy.
“Y-You didn’t want to see me, did you.” He suddenly asks, back still turned back to you.
“It’s not like that Toby, you know that.” You say, shoulders slumping. The guilt crawls up your spine, slow, painful.
“A-Am I just that bad?” He twitches, head leaning left with a loud crack. Still he didn’t turn to face you, hands frantically searching the desk. “I-Is the f-freak of the house too much for you?”
“No Toby it's not that.” You muttered “It was my first solo mission, I was hesitant to even let Jack see me.”
“B-But why did you-”
“Because I feel like I am unworthy right now. I can’t even do something as simple as fucking kill a guy.” you hiss, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. „You know what happens if he considers someone useless.”
Finally he turned back to face you, shaky hands gripping the gauze and bandages. Instead of bringing them to you he placed them next to you before again hugging you so strong you swear you felt your spine pop.
“You d-did great anyway.” Toby mumbled into your hair. “You stayed alive, you just need to t-train more”
You sigh, weak hands rubbing his back. “I love you.” You whispered against his chest.
“I love y-you too.” He chuckled.
“You are oddly soft today” you laugh, small and breathless.
“I m-may have smoked before you barged in.” He admitted.
“Doesn’t that work the other way around-”
“I am a special breed.”
You chuckled.
Jeff;
“You look like shit.” Was the first thing Jeffery Woods managed to throw at you when you barely passed through the front door. “Can’t even sneak past, you heave like a fucking animal.” he snorted, amused.
You press your lips into a thin line. Hands still clutching the wound, it throbbed against your fingers. Instead of going to the “infirmary” you decided to stay outside for a little while before finally deciding on going inside.
“God what the fuck is your problem Jeffery.” You hiss through the gritted teeth. „Couldn’t find a bitch to suck your dick or what?”
Jeff's wide smile tightens, but he crosses his arms and doesn’t give up. He comes closer and you back away. „Well if you weren’t such a pussy it could have been you and not some rando.”
One of his hands gripped the one your side with before bringing it to his mouth and licking the already crusting blood. You shudder, cheeks warming up. „For a fucking dick you taste good.” He laughed dry, like nails on a chalkboard. A pleasant chill runs up your spine.
„What the fuck is wrong with you?”
„Wow, are you fucking stupid or are you pretending?” He asked, his face getting closer. He smelled like cheap cologne, cigarettes and now blood.
„Jeff I am bleeding the fuck out, if I wanted to answer questions I would have gone to Masky.” you growled. The man hummed, satisfied with whatever was going on inside that head of his. He still didn’t let go of your hand, in fact he just pulled you closer, you winced upon the contact. Raw bruised skin aching. “Dude what the fu-” His lips, scarred and rough, met yours. You whined, unsure if it was from pleasure or pain, it only made Jeff snicker.
You tasted yourself on his tongue, one hand sneaking up his chest to push him away.
When you break the contact you heave. “What the fuck?”
Jeff smiled, again and simply said, “Guess.” before adding “Jack should be in the basement, want me to hold your hand when he stitches you up?”
“Why would you even-?”
“God you are a fucking idiot, I like ya, that’s why I am rough with ya. I know you like me too.”
Your cheeks burn, the feeling spreads across your face. Face twisting into a grimace. “That’s not true.” you mumble.
“Suuuuure we can both pretend like you didn’t jack off to my hoodie.” he said and you felt like you burned brighter. It amused him a lot. He still kept you close, despite you trying to create some distance. You thought he didn’t know that. You prayed he wouldn’t find out.
“So? Want to bleed out or you want me to help?
“You are annoying as fuck.” You say and he licks his teeth shrugging.
“You fucking love it.” he purrs and pulls you closer and you feel dizzy with pain.
“Fine! But I am not done with you.”
“Yeah yeah, love you too.” He said before his lips met yours again.
OFC!! I hope this was okay!!! I really enjoyed writing this!!!
Requests are open!!
Ft. Toby x Scene reader
Oh his hands will be ALL over you. Toby will call you emo the first chance he has because he sees no difference.
You gotta explain it to him, after the third or fourth time he will remember. Or maybe he just does it on purpose so you will want to spend time with him.
He is of course interested in the music in the clothes. It’s a part of you, so it's only natural.
Maybe it’s the colors or the jewellery but he wants to pick and touch EVERYTHING. Do you have more than one necklace? Oh, consider it picked and prodded. Shaky hands picking and tracing shapes.
He will admire the hair, maybe touch it. You can swat his hands away and tell him it took your hours to style it but he will only chuckle and do it again. Laughing about how the shape stays. Probably asks if it’s a wig at first 💔
When you try to show him any music he will probably pick one favourite song that scratches his brain right and play it non stop.
Probably follow you anywhere with it.
Toby WILL ask for you to do his hair the same as yours. No matter how much hair spray you put on that bad boy he will find a way to ruin it in less than 10 minutes. He won’t apologise, probably won’t realise he had done something.
Will he try on some scene outfits? Yes! Will he pick one and wear it all the time? Yes! He doesn’t sweat so why would he worry about it? I mean it’s not like he still can get covered in someone's sweat and blood. Who would even pay attention to that? Not him!
Generally Toby is very eager because again, it's you and your style is a part of you. Man if he had a tail it would be wagging so much.
Lets say there are cameras in the house, YOUR house, but like you dont know about them and he just stares and watches and like when you bend over Brian literally loses it
Feels so bad about it but his hand is pulling out his cock and he feels nasty but so so good and he keeps doing it.
When he doesn’t have a chance to look at you through the cameras he probably has a box full of polaroids.
He is shaking, dare i say tears are biting the corners of his eyes
The photos are stained with so much cum that they wrinkle around the edges but he keeps going, images of you flashing in his mind when he unravels again
Heaving like an animal, he doesn’t wipe the cum off the photos
He lets it dry before putting them back into the box
Toby's emotions are big. Overwhelming. In a way it’s what you would expect by looking at him.
He loves you, clings to you like he is afraid he will die or suffocate when he is not around you. It’s a lot. It only gets worse when he is jealous though. He breaths you in and doesn’t want to let go, the feeling makes him almost high.
He talks so much that truly there is no break or quiet when he is around but when he is angry or jealous? He goes quiet. Glaring daggers at the person who got too close for his liking, jaw painfully clenched shut. His fingers dig painfully into your hand, blunt nails living crescent marks that will probably bruise. He would never be truly angry at you, what he does instead is.. designed to make YOU feel bad.
When you go home, he explodes, falling to his knees hugging your legs. Whispering and moaning about how you must hate him. That you would have loved him more if he was normal. He hiccups, big fat tears stain his cheeks. He will choke on his saliva if that will make you feel worse.
If that doesn’t work the anger will return, boiling under his skin. He will grab you by your face, maybe kiss you. Roughly. It lacks the warm feeling of love, instead it’s replaced by ownership. He will dare you to go to whoever “caught” your attention, or maybe threaten you that they will die and it will be your fault. When you start crying he shifts, yet again. Wrapping his arms around you, sniffing your hair. Mumbling about how he only does this to protect you. That there are so many bad people just waiting to hurt you.
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Habit x Goth Reader
Let's start with the fact that this will be a somewhat nicer form of habit, since I write him very very mean.
Habit would like goth reader. Though the “liking” something in his dictionary basically means owning it. If that makes sense. You amuse him, from your looks to your behaviour.
If you look intimidating, especially to the point of people avoiding you he feels somewhat satisfied. He doesn’t need to go out of his way to “protect” what’s his.
If, and the word is in capital letters, the make up is easy to remove he might let you practice on him. Again, if it’s easy to wipe off, if not you are forced to sit on his lap and wash it off yourself. He might grind his hips occasionally but when you squirm or ask what the fuck? He just grins.
The best part is when you sometimes decide to spice up your look with fake blood, because then you won’t question what he is doing down in the basement for so long. Or why is there blood on his shirt. He can just lie he wanted to help you out.
And you believe him because he is your boyfriend, he wouldn't lie to you. Right?
Ft; HABIT x Reader
SUGGESTIVE CONTENT MDNI.
Warnings; suggestive themes, abusive relationship dynamic, habit because he is a warning himself.
Summary; As a prisoner you need to adapt, which means sucking it up and following rules, they can't be that bad though right?
A/N I finished my exams guess what that means.. COOKING NIGHT AND DAYYY
Requests are open!! pls request pspspsppspslslss
It’s probably been months since you saw real sunlight, or was it weeks?
You lost count after week three.
The basement was dingy, smelling of dust and something metalling. It was cold, it clung to the back of your throat. You didn’t get a privilege of a heater, nor anything warmer than a thin wool blanket and a white night gown.
No underwear, no socks.
Habits rules.
You scratch at the metal cuff attached to your ankle, the skin around it raw and bruised from constant prodding and pulling. Habit seemed to adore the new look, smiling and digging his fingers into the bruises. Laughing and purring the moment your eyes started to gloss over.
The small space was engulfed in bright white light, kept on day and night. It made the sleep shallow, almost see through.
Habits rules.
He liked to grab your face the moment you wake up, brain still foggy with sleep. He made sure his nails dug into your cheeks. You would whine out only for him to coo and call you names while you tried to sputter and try to understand what’s happening.
You miss your clothes, the warm hoodies, bright colored t-shirts. Instead you are sitting in a white night gown. Lacy, almost see through. He liked to add splashes of colour, red being his favourite. It spilled so pretty from your lips he said once.
You asked, once, twice. It was polite, as much as polite you can be in a situation like this.
“Please just- just one shirt. I’m so cold.” you would whisper.
He would smile, head tilting to the side. “Is that why you are shaking so much?”
“Y-Yes please I just-”
What happens after that is pretty much what always happens when you beg. He grabs you by the hair, forcing you to look at him and simply say no.
You wear what he wants, when he wants and how he wants.
And good bunnies listen, no?
So that’s why you sit, feet hanging off a creaky bed. Hands folded across your chest to try and keep the little warmth your body produced close by. It was meal time soon, or so you hoped, the way the floor upstairs creaked and moaned meant that he was home.
Then, slowly, the door opened.
You jump with every heavy footstep. Your heart is beating faster and faster.
“Missed me?” he said.
You simply watched, eyes scanning his entire body.
No food.
“Aw, are you hungry?” he cooed, stepping closer, you tried to shrink into yourself. “Good news Bunny, I have a gift for you.”
“A g-gift?” you echo, words shaky and quiet.
“Oh. Yes.” He smiled, before pulling out a crumpled piece of purple material.
He must be fucking kidding. Panties. You beg for something warm and he brings you panties, hell they looked as thin as the gown you had on.
You swallow, throat dry “I do-don’t..”
His smile twitched, expression darkening. “You gonna bitch about it after begging me for so so long?”
You press your lips into a thin line, hands pressing into the warm skin of your chest. It somehow felt more exposing than the fact you are basically naked. “N-No thank you.” You mumbled, despite your better judgment and immediately regretted it.
“Aw, I get it, you are just a little shy aren’t ya?” he said, fingers tangling into your hair.
You yelped when he tugged your hair up forcing you to stand up, feet against the cool concrete. Your hands weakly reach out for his arm, he chuckled face getting close to yours. “Just a shy little bunny, what would you do without me?”
his other hand trailed up your body, you almost thought he would choke you instead his fingers sneaked behind the thin collar of the gown. You swallow, your hands weakly squeezing his arm mouthing small pleads he would ignore.
The rip of the material felt grating, making your skin prickle and eyes gloss over. Now you were fully naked, exposed.
“See what you made me do Bunny?” he asked, you whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the expression he made. You doubted he was smiling, but the frown and pout somewhat felt worse.
„Open your eyes before I do something I will regret.” He chuckled. „You are a good little rabbit and you listen. Right?” His hot breath fanned your face, fresh but slightly metallic. You unwillingly creaked open your eyes.
„There you go, you are not as stupid as you look.” The toothy grin came back, wide, wrong. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you nodded. Finally he released your hair and you sighed, shoulders relaxing and arms falling to your sides.
“Now.” He dangled the lacy panties in front of your face. “You know the rules. Put it on.”
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Game on loser!
Ft; Ben Drowned x Reader
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A/N; LAST DAY OF EXAMS RAAHHHHH I managed to finish this in meantime. Treated it like an English practice.
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Ben's room was probably one of the smallest out of all of the ones in the mansion. Logically speaking it was fair, he rarely manifested psychically. That is until there is someone to piss off.
There was of course a small bed, you aren’t sure if he even used it, a desk and a lot of screens. At least four of five. Every time you come to his room at least one or two are always on, engulfing the space in a cold blue light. Only then you realise how messy the space is; cans of monsters, clothes.. lots of uh, socks.
The safest option was his bed, soft, smelled somewhat okay. Gave a good view on the main screen. Still, your ass felt stiff, legs on verge of falling asleep. You tried rubbing the muscle once or twice but everytime you tried something important happened in the game.
Ben had invited you to play, which you usually declined (being a proxy means a lot of work duh..) but if Tim saw you had free time he would find you something to do. After a week of ruthless missions back to back? You avoided Timothy like a fucking fire. Cleaning duty? No thank you. You rarely took breaks for yourself. Playing games sounded fun so when Ben crawled out of your phone for the third time today you decided to say yes.
That’s how you ended up here; in a musty room with an elf that wants to get into your pants. Staring at the screen, two angry looking words glaring at you;
YOU LOSE.
The corners of your mouth twitched downward into an ugly frown. Mortal kombat, not your choice, you wanted something relaxing like minecraft but the zelda character insisted.
You, unwillingly, glanced at the elf who was already staring at you. He was smirking, proud of his achievements.
“Aw come on ma, you will win next time yeah?” He stretched, the bed dipping under his weight.
“I am if you stop cheating” you huffed, wiping clammy hands on your denim shorts.
“Me? Cheating? Oh I would neeeever!” He whined, placing one hand on his chest to emphasize how wounded he felt.
“Kitana literally froze! I couldn’t even move!” you hissed.
“Sounds like a skill issue.” He grinned moving closer, you in turn shuffled away. “I would never purposefully cheat in a game with you.”
He would, easily so actually. While others had to pay for cheats Ben easily manipulated the borders if he so chose. Freezing characters, glitching them out of the map or even frying a device were just one of the things he could do. Then he gets so smug about it, there is at least one hole in the wall from Jeff, and another, from you. The target was Ben but he demanifested.
Even without them he was very good. Normal people would give up, let it go, but you are not normal. This is war.
“Oh really?”
“Promise!” He chirped,
“Fine, another round?” You sighed, fingers already on the buttons. You were a masochist, willingly sitting through another round of torture and disappointments.
“Mmm, okay! But if I win, without cheating I get hmm.” he hummed. “You will wear whatever I want for let’s say a week.”
You looked over Ben to see if he was serious, oddly enough a delighted smile spread across. Involuntarily you blushed, internally blaming it on the heat. “You are on, but if I win; I need that fresh batch you made.”
“Fair enough!”
Alas, the game begins again. You scrunch your nose, hoping the action would help the game go more smoothly. Like he promised, he didn’t cheat, for now. Embarrassingly enough, you were losing. Curse his skills.
You shuffled closer, tried to make contact. Knee to knee. Skin to skin. You saw he froze, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. His movement stuttered, giving you not only a clear window for an attack but also an idea.
Ben was cold, the chill was welcome amongst the heat of the room. A slight bonus to what you were about to do. The small crack of the cocky person he had going on. You continued, body against his, basically snuggling up to the elf. Despite your best efforts and hopes, he probably caught on. Movement silky smooth, even if his cheeks started getting redder and redder. You smirked and leaned in.
The last resort came in clutch, leaving your pad on your lap.
“What? Giving up already? I-” The elf started, cocky before meeting your face. He choked before his upper body leaned away.
You smiled wider and almost crawled on top of him. He laughed, nervous, flushed so red that you swear his whole body will match his face. You saw his ears twitch. „Ha, okay, o-okay.” He chuckled, eyes darting towards the screen. „I can still win l-like this you know?”
„Oh really?” You smiled sweetly, body flushed against his.
He still refused to look at you, eyes glued to the brightly lit screen. Shaking hands gripping the pad for dear life.
You didn’t stop, no, that would be letting him off too easy. Instead you blew, lightly, into his ear. It twitched again, but this time a pathetic whine left Ben’s lips. He dropped his pad to the floor, it landed with a small clank. Before you even had the chance to even about a small snarky remark.
He grabbed your face, hands cold and chilly, and smashed his lips into yours. You felt electricity dance in your tongue, it tickled but at the same time felt numbing. So so nice.
You tangled your hands into his blonde hair pulling him closer, he whined, hands trailing lower and lower until they rested on your waist.
The main plan went out of the window the moment your lips touched his.
You bit his lips and he groaned, body pressing closer to yours. When you finally had time to part, you breathed heavily. The room suddenly felt hot.
You glanced at the screen, bright white letters shine across the screen.
KITANA WINS.
You smile, eyes glancing at the elf, who was breathing heavily. Face flushed and you caught the small glossy shine of his eyes.
“Ha.. I guess I win.” your eyes trailing down to an obvious tent in his pants. “But I changed my mind, I think I see something better.”
Ben swallowed, hard, before closing his eyes and spreading his legs.
