Hey! This is all of my information and requirements for if you'd like to request a fic and which characters I write for. I write majorly x reader fics since I kindly ask that I only get requested these! I also do not write about minors (characters will have to have a aged-up version of themselves), kinks involving certain bodily functions that involve the bathroom, and anything that involves abuse of children or animals as its main plot point (because I will cry). I also don't write for male readers smut-wise since I'm inexperienced in doing so and don't wish to write anything incorrect. I write smut, platonic, fluff, and angst! These are the fandoms and characters I write for:
Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, and Karl Heisenberg.
The Walking Dead
Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, Lee, Daryl Dixon, Eugene Porter, Michonne, Maggie Greene, Glenn Rhee, Tyreese, and Rosita Espinosa. If there is a character you didn't see and want to ask about, just ask.
Znation
Murphey, Warren, Doc (platonic only), 10k, Citizen Z, Addison Carver, Sarge, and Javier Vasques.
Left 4 Dead
Nick, Francis, Coach (platonic), Rochelle, Ellis, Louis, Zoey, and Bill (platonic)
Uncharted
Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, and Sam Drake
The Wolf Among Us
Bigby Wolf, Jack, and Snow White.
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, and Eddie Munson
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Hey beautiful people! I just wanted to let everyone in my Gachiakuta taglist know that I have a full length Gachiakuta x reader story on both Wattpad and Quotev and I would love for you all to check it out!
Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/17315186/Vibrant-Compassion-Gachiakuta-Various-x-Femreader/1
Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/407758263-vibrant-compassion-gachiakuta-various-x-fem-reader
It's called Vibrant Compassion and I would really love to see your guy's opinions and comments on it!
(This also helps me add to my tag lists as I go lol)
Heya!!! Sorry if this is too much, but can I ask for an August x Giver!Reader?
Like, the Reader first is a supporter who has a crush on August and when given the full face mask that August makes, the said mask becomes their Jinki?(Sorry if this is weird wording lol)
The teasing that the reader gets for that would be RELENTLESS😭😭
It’s okay if you don’t want to write this, no pressure! Just a funny thought. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your morning/afternoon/evening!!<3
Oh sweetie! Oh cutie! You are a beautiful human after my own heart now! ;)
Of course your wish is my command!
(Sorry this took long lol)
A Gift From One Beloved (August Stilza x Reader)
Warnings - None- It's all mostly fluff and a summary of a fight!
Summary: Supporters weren't meant to get creative full faces but August so inspired by you he made you one as a gift. When it becomes your Jinki everyone is only confirmed that you liked the resident designer... He has something to say about it!
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Supporters usually just got regular gas masks and it was just that. Cleaners that were Givers were the only individuals who got given creative full faces that matched their person, giving them an identity.
So when August gave you one you were confused.
But when you questioned it he loudly shook the question off, stating how you needed one and how you inspired him. You didn't know that he made you one by accident because he was so head over heels in love with you that he just couldn't get you out of his head. So he made something to take his mind off it.
It didn't really help... He just thought of you more.
Hence then, when you were about to leave for a mission he came running in, insisting you take it.
And how could you say no to such a handsome face?
So you took it and looked after it like your life depended on it. It was your first and only gift from August after all. They guy you were crazy into, completely unaware of how your feelings were reciprocated.
Everyone else could tell though. It was painfully obvious.
How he would offer to do touch ups on your uniform or try and sneak snacks into the infirmary when you got injured.
How you would linger outside his workshop in hopes to start a conversation or how flustered you got when he got close.
It was adorable. Enjin, Semiu, and Riyo being the main three to slyly tease the pair over it.
So the mask was important to you. It was insanely beautiful and clearly made with intent and care. It was a mix between a fox and a wolf, white in base colour and had its teeth and other such details painting intricately with shimmering gold. It was decorated with pink flowers and dangling pieces similar to jewellery.
August had Eisha swear to secrecy on how long he saved up for this jewels. Not that she would have enough courage to spill it anyways.
You would polish the metal pieces of the mask and dust the artificial fabric flowers with care every night. If a piece broke off you would sulk until someone offered you the equipment to fix it.
Eventually you constructed your own little repair kit for the mask, taking pride and importance of its care.
A couple months later you were with Team Akuta on a mission to get rid of a few trash beasts on the outskirts of a small city. It was nothing really.
Or well it wasn't meant to be a big deal.
But Rudo just had to get too ahead of himself while the others were occupied, leaving him approximately five seconds away from becoming a new part to a trash beast.
You stepping in was all it really took, the faint glow in your eyes, the mask falling from your face, said mask beginning to drench itself in anima as it grew.
It had transformed into a robotic wolf of sorts, white and a rusty pink shade colouring its appearance. It stood tall with golden chains and jewels dangling from its pointy ears. It's detailing were soft yet sharp, holding a sense of abstract whimsy.
It growled before biting the trash beast clean in half, the creature fading into ash.
You blinked.
Everyone blinked.
And from that point you didn't hear the end of it.
"Awwwwww~ Someone really liked their boyfriends gift, huh?" Riyo poked her cheek as they rode the jeep back, you bursting red from their comments.
"Shut up! He is not my boyfriend-" You had stumbled over your words due to your embarrassment.
Rudo was just confused as Zanka was bustling with barely contained laughter before jumping in. "You say that like you two don't swoon at the sight of each other."
"Shut up, plunger boy!" You bit back with a pointed finger, Enjin dying of laughter in the front seat.
"Aw is our sweet little supporter getting embarrassed over their crush~" Enjin teased, earning a smug look from Gris, who sat in the passenger seat.
"I'm going to die..." You muttered, facing forward with the expression of doom as Enjin pulled into HQ.
. . .
The next week was torture, you getting teased left and right until August got wind of it. He felt very flattered at the news, trying to cool his neck down from the flush that greeted him.
He tried to find you but you seemed to be pretty talented at avoiding him. Every time he'd catch sight of you you'd be gone in a flash. But today...
Today he had you cornered.
You were trying to sneak past his workshop to get to reception but a gloved hand had grabbed your arm and pulled you in. "What!? Oh- Hey... August what's up, man. I haven't seen you in a hot minute." You tried to be casual but the red on your face had given you away in an instant.
"Ya coulda just told me ya liked me, ya know!" He started boldly, stepping closer. He kept his hand on your arm but loosened it. "Everyone in HQ has been telling me about it all day! I'm kinda sick of the teasing."
You looked down, feeling a little guilty. You didn't know he was getting teased for it too. "I'm sorry. I should've been more upfront. I didn't want to embarrass you-"
You were cut off by him, his face spread into a wide grin. "NAH! I ain't embarrassed! I dig ya! In fact I really do wanna date you! I'm just sick of hearing how we haven't already gotten to that part yet!"
You simply looked up at him. "Oh."
"So..." He leaned down, peering his face closer to yours. "Does my muse want to be my partner?"
. . .
If you want to check out more of my Gachiakuta works I have a long form x reader story that I am writing on both Wattpad and Quotev.
It's called Vibrant Compassion (Gachiakuta x Fem!reader)
Warnings - Mentions of Death, Poor reader has a bit of a crisis.
Summary: The Cleaners try to support you and your brother as you both figure out your old lives are long gone. They didn't expect your vital instrument to act up too...
A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVEEEEE!!!
PT1 - - - PT2 - - - PT3
"This prank isn't very funny..." (___) spoke darkly, her face darkening as she glared up at Enjin.
"I'm sorry, doll, but you've somehow been out for 150 years tops." He seemed just as confused as everyone else but accepting of the absurdness of the situation.
"N-no you're lying." The girl shook, losing herself in her thoughts as her shoulders shook. "But what if they're not..." She whispered almost pathetically to herself, shrinking up as he brother now lay on her lap, concern etching his features.
"What if everyone's gone... My old apartment..." She just muttered, her eyes flicking over her brother as her fingers reached to clench her hair tightly. "What am I going to do... Where are we going to live... I promised to watch him... I promised to look after Domi." She began to spiral the world feeling like a cold and empty voice around her.
In her moment of mental torment Gris was the first to try and take action, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Miss, are you oka-"
Vines burst from the coffin, flowers wrapping around his hand almost painfully so as the girl turned and gave him a glare that sent a chill down his spine, her eyes glowing bright as anima surrounded her shaking form. "Don't touch me!" She screeched like an animal in pain as she grabbed her brother and held him close to her.
Everything she knew was gone
Gone...
Gone.
She wasn't going to let anyone touch her brother. She swore it.
She'd kill them if they even tried...
Her brother, as though it were instinct, grabbed his bear. Anima burst around him and the vital instrument as he tried to reason with his older sister. "Hey calm down, woman! We've made it this far!" He spoke bluntly with worry lining his tone. His anima travelled up his sisters arms. "Plus they're here to help us! Stop getting so stuck in your head!"
Her mind blanked, every though vanishing. She felt herself relax.
Everyone else in the room was fascinated at the sight. A vital instrument that calm others down was truly a new sight within HQ. And they were already thinking of what else this misfortunate duo could do.
"Sorry..." (___) eventually whispered slowly. The vines travelled from Gris's hand and smacked against the side of the new givers head, as though it were scolding her. She flinched, rubbing her head with embarrassment. "I get stuck in my own head sometimes." She admitted solemnly.
"No need to worry, little lady. It's a good thing your brothers vital instrument is so useful." Gris spoke confidentially, shaking of his hand to get his circulation back.
"Plus, if I was in your situation I think any of us would lose our minds." Bro gave his input, trying to be as comforting to the woman as possible.
"How did I do that...?" (___) questioned suddenly, looking at the coffin. "Why does it do that..."
Ah... that's right. Vital instruments weren't exactly a thing before the trash fell, since all that anima hadn't sunk down yet.
They were going to have to explain it to you...
Everyone sweat dropped, looking around and pointing fingers as each other to see who should explain. Rudo scoffed from all the noise, not seeing why everyone was so lazy about this.
He walked forward before he began explaining. "It's your vital instrument." He started confidently. "Vital Instruments, or I think some people call it Jinki, are powerful weapons created when a "Giver" gives cherished, everyday objects with their own life force, known as Anima. By pouring love, care, and memories into these items, you awaken them. They are the only things that can kill trash beasts." He was surprisingly good at explaining it, you nodding along with an owlish expression that a few people in the room could only label and wholesome.
"So my coffin is my 'Jinki'. And Toffee is Domi's?" She asked, referring to the bear by it's given name.
"Exactly. Although I've never seen a coffin as a vital instrument before." Enjin spoke with a proud grin, ruffling Rudo's hair.
"She cleaned the stupid box every day! Always mumbling about how precious life is!" Domi burst out cheekily, growing nervous when his sister glared at him. "She also said it reminded her of Snow White or something about a prince charming." (___) burst into a bright shade, her face feeling hot as she covered his mouth quickly.
"Nonsense, boy!" She denied, although her expression of horror gave her away easily.
"That might explain why you've been alive this long then." An authorative voice entered the room, everyone turning to see Corvus, who had a pleasant smile on his face.
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TAGLIST (You're all so cute!!! xxx ):
Warnings - Mentions curves (it's once but it just means in general), your outfit is described (cutie, hear me out I had a vision for your beautiful self), Fluffy, mentions of sexual content, August is down bad lol!
Summary: Rudo is confused as to why August has finished all of his tasks so quickly and has been so quiet recently. Enjin only smirks, dragging him outside as a car rolls in. Looks like August's girlfriend is back home...
PT1 >>> PT2
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August was a lot of things...
Quiet was not one of them.
That's why Rudo, the poor newbie, was so confused as to why August had one gotten every single job he had been asked to and more done and two had been so quiet you could've heard a pin drop in his once messy workshop.
Yeah, that's right. August had even cleaned up his workshop to the point it was sparkling. Honestly, it freaked Rudo out but everyone seemed to not pay any mind to it.
"Enjin, why is August acting weird?" Rudo asked him in the lounge, sounding genuinely concerned. Riyo began laughing just a few meters away.
"Wait no one's told him?" Riyo spoke up with a grin, her words vague and only confusing poor Rudo more.
Enjin looked up at the clock before throwing on his usual cocky smirk. "Well, since it's almost time I might as well just show you." With that he stood, Umbreaker in hand.
That's when the three made it down the halls of cleaner HQ and into the reception. "You're just in time. She's pulling in now." Semiu spoke with a smile that looked almost relieved.
Other people began entering the reception shuffling in excitement. Zanka, Follo, Gris, Tomme, and Eisha were all gathered, Eisha looking the most excited anyone's ever seen. Then the boss walked in, Corvus standing proudly.
The doors opened as a bright orange car spread into view, anima seeping brightly from the vehicle. No way... Rudo's jaw dropped as he watched. The car was someone's vital instrument!
"I'm home!" A voice called cooly across the space between the now messily parked car and the crowd. "Ooh cute! A welcoming party!" The woman sat casually in her car with a certain flamboyant edge to her. She just looked naturally cool.
"Welcome home, girl!" Riyo called out first out the crowd, waving her arm wide to catch the newcomers attention.
"Sup, lil Red!" The woman called with a toothy grin, pulling her bright orange sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to reveal e/c eyes. "Didn't miss me too much right?!"
She stepped out the car and Rudo couldn't help but wonder how she just got cooler and cooler. She wore a cleaners jacket with shorts much like Riyo but with a black bodysuit underneath, revealing the skin on her hips. Her boots were even cooler! They were thigh high heels and were a mix of orange, blues, and browns. She unclipped her ponytail, letting her hair flow behind her.
Corvus stepped forward, polite smile on his face. "I take it your mission went well? It's nice to see you home safely after so long."
"It went totes great, boss! And it was only four months solo don't sweat it!" She laughed off his worry, before catching sight of Eisha. "Hey, lil sis. How's it going?" She quietened her voice down considerably, speaking more softly as she addressed the bashful girl.
"I-I've been doing okay-" She was cut off by a large shout, everyone being shoved forcefully out the way as slender arms hurried around her waist.
"(___)!!! BABY!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I ALMOST DIED WITHOUT YOU!!!" It was August, hugging her dramatically as she lit up significantly.
"AUGGIE-BABY!!! I MISSED YOU TOO!!!" She gave back the same energy, squeezing him just as tight as he picked her up by the waist, spinning her around joyously.
He planted a fast onslaught of kisses on her face. "I DID ALL MY WORK LIKE I PROMISED!!! AH I MISSED YOUR CURVES!!! YOUR SMILE!!! EVERYTHING!!! IT'S BEEN SO HARD WITHOUT YOU, MY MUSE!!!"
"We get it already. You missed her. Just drag her to your workshop and screw her already." Semiu groaned from the sudden noise.
Rudo was stuck frozen. "That's why he's been so weird? She's his girlfriend? Her?" Rudo questioned in disbelief.
Enjin smirked. "Yep. That's August's girlfriend (___)." He seemed to have expected that reaction.
"How!? Thay guy is such a creep! He broke into my room and measured me while I was asleep!" Rudo's face contorted into one of horror, making Enjin laugh his head off.
Suddenly an 'ow' was heard, everyone turning to see that (___) had slapped August around the head.
But he honestly looked like he couldn't be in a better place. He did worship the ground she walked on. "What have I told you about doing that?" She spoke scoldingly.
"But he-" She gave him a sharp and unimpressed look. He simply rubbed his neck. "MY BAD, MY MUSE!!! FORGIVE ME!!!"
Everyone laughed. August was back to his normal self again.
He really did adore his muse.
Summary: The Cleaners are tasked to go check out hauntings going on in a trash-packed area. They find a souvenir that's about to be woken up.
A/n: I might make this a small series but I'm still uncertain! Also I hope my dialogue is okay! I like to keep the characters as genuine to themselves as possible.
PT1 >>> PT2 >>> PT3
"You have got to be kidding me." Semiu spoke up as she stood in front of her desk, rear against the desk as she looked at the freshly returned cleaners.
The scene before her was nothing short of absurd. Enjin stood holding a heavy chain, glass coffin wrapped within the other end of it. "You brought back a dead guy?" The receptionist spoke up, gesturing to the coffin with a concerned expression.
"Aye aye, hot chick, slow down! It's a woman and kid in there. And they aint dead." Enjin pointed down to the top of the glass, indications of breathing marking the glass. "See they're breathing."
"Now we just have to get them out but we don't know what's going to happen." Tamsy spoke up as he looked down at the coffin.
"You're right. For all we know the thing could shatter or they might die when it opens." Zanka spoke up. "Either way if they are alive they're gonna need a lot of catch up. I think they've been in here a while."
"Well you should probably take them to Eishia. She'll check their health." Semiu finished waving her hand as if to say 'the exit is that way'.
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"I-I might need help getting it open..." The young platinum blonde girl spoke shyly as she inspected the box. She kept her head down, afraid she was already being some kind of burden.
"No problem, missy, just let me handle it." Gris stepped forward with a smile, his hands reaching to pull the side hatches open, lifting the heavy glass with ease.
The flowers around the boy and woman grew rapidly at that moment, sprouting into huge flowers that encased the inside of the coffins lid. The smell that filled the room was nothing short of sweet and earthy, like a warm embrace within a spring field. Delmon thought he died and went to heaven.
Everyone kept still for a moment, unsure what was going to happen next but what they didn't expect was the young boys eyes to open. "My head hurts." Was the first thing to fall from his mouth, his demeanour oddly relaxed. "Where am I?" He pulled the bear closer to him, a small green bow around its neck.
"Hey, kid... You okay?" Bro spoke up first, crouching down next to the coffin that was still glowing.
"Huh? Who are you? Where's my sister- hm?" He cut himself off when he felt his hand drop onto a familiar warm fabric. He looked back at his sister, who was still seeming unconscious, her breathes slow.
"Hey! Wake up!" The young boy stood up in the coffin, reaching down to shake her. "This isn't funny, idiot!" He called out. He paused, noticing the small scar on her forehead. "Huh... That can't be fine already, it was bleeding real bad when we got in here. How long..." He shook his head, trying to shake her again.
"C'mon let Eishia check her, she'll be fine. We need to get you out of your clothes and in something more comfortable." Riyo went to reach out and help him out of the glass as Tamsy spoke up. But before her hand touch him it was stopped.
"What the heck?" Her brows furrowed as she looked at her wrist, it now in the confines of plant stems. When she pulled her hand away from the boy the stems fell with ease.
"How strange..." Tamsy spoke up. "Seems we'll be unable to touch the boy until he removes himself from the coffin."
"Like hell I will! I-" The boy pauses when Rudo sticks his hand out, a piece of candy in his hand. "Is that candy?" The young boy with no known name pauses, the air still.
"I know you're scared right now but we are here to help." Rudo spoke up, determination deep set in his tone. "If you don't get out of that box we can't help you or your sister." The crimson-eyed boy finishes as the young boy doesn't speak for a second, slowly reaching out his hand to grab the candy and step out the box.
"My sister couldn't afford candy..." He spoke softly, unwrapping it and staring at it like it was a forbidden object. "The priest only ever had liquorish. I hate liquorish." He stated, popping the small chewy delicacy in his mouth.
After that everyone simply sat around on the infirmary beds and waited for the woman to wake up. The young brother soon found out to be called 'Domi' was sat with Rudo and Guita eating candy on one bed, the young boy sharing stories about his life before the box. No one pushed him about the coffin, since the boy said he had no recollection of how even even got in there.
Then she turned, moved to lay on her back with a pained huff. The room became alert and cautious as her eyes burst open, the same light that surrounded the coffin, filling her irises. "Well we know Rudo was right about her being a giver." Zanka spoke up. The light died down as she coughed, clutching both sides of the glass confines before bringing herself up into a sitting position.
Her hair covered her face as she lurched forward, clutching her forehead. A groan emitted from the back of her throat as she took in deep breathes. "This isn't... where am I?" She looked up from the ground, {e/c} eyes shining in the light. "D-domi?" She questioned as tears filled her eyes. She began shaking like a leaf.
"Brother, where are you?" She questioned in a panic as the young boy rushed to her with his bear, his eyes lighting a bright green. "Here!" He called out, unaware his bear was glowing. He stumbled into the box and fell into her arms, crying in relief.
Green light merged around the two as her shoulders relaxed with him in her arms. "Scratch that... looks like the kid's a giver too." Enjin spoke up with a smirk.
The mysterious sister turned her head at the voice, noticing so many eyes on her. She looked eerily beautiful, like the harsh scratches of the world moulded her into a form of untouchable perfection. "Who are these people?"
> > >
They all had introduced themselves, clearing off an infirmary bed for her to sit on, her brother sat on the edge of the place she resided, lingering in her space.
"Okay..." Enjin spoke, leaning arm on his knee as he moved his form at a closer angle. He was at least trying to be patient with the situation. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I was singing in the church choir. I got paid to do that, clean the coffins, and fix up the floral arrangements." She spoke carefully, her voice filling the room with a fragile calm.
"Yeah. By that creepy priest." Domi murmured under his breathe, catching your attention.
"Domi! That's rude..." You lean forward, accidentally startling Eishia, who you quickly turned around and apologised to.
"You know I'm right. He was a creep." You sigh in agreement nodding your head at your brothers words.
"Anyways... I had just finished a solo and then we heard screaming outside. We obviously looked and there was trash falling from the sky... Killing people. They were just getting buried and hit over the head and people were being squashed. It was so loud." She spoke as her brother simply nodded, now keeping his head down.
"I was on the upper balcony and the roof fell through, trash fell and hit me on the head." She reached up her hand brushing the small scar on her hairline. "I fell from the second floor and onto the ground... I grabbed onto Domi and I hid in the coffin b-before."
"A huge pile of trash fell. It buried us in the coffin." Domi spoke up now, hugging the bear closer to his chest as he crawled upon his sisters lap, needing her comfort. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him.
"Then you guys found us." She finished, rubbing a gentle hand over her brothers hair.
The room was quiet for a moment as everyone processed the story told to them. Gris stepped forward, sitting on the chair next to the bed. "So Miss..."
"(___). My name is (___)." She interjected kindly to help his thought process run smoother.
"Miss (___), when did this happen?" He asked, slowly resting a hand on her shoulder as to not startle her.
"There wasn't anything on the news about it?" She asked almost offended, not by him but the mere thought. "It's only been a few days surely."
"Uhm... news? Sorry, lady, but we don't really have this place filled with working TV's here. So could you tell us the date of when this happened?" Enjin spoke up, now lazily laying across one of the beds.
"Uh..." She looked down at her brother, who had fallen asleep. "The fourth of December, 2025." She spoke assured of herself, smiling down at her brother.
"T-That was..." Tomme sputters in shock as she wrote down notes.
"150 years ago when the trash first fell." Riyo finished, twirling her scissors around her fingers.
"Jeez lady... how are you still breathing?" Zanka looked at you with shock, everyone looking at you now as though you had grown an extra head.
"What do you mean..." Her voice fell like a shattered bell as she looked at everyone fearfully.
"What day is it?..."
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Summary: The Cleaners are tasked to go check out hauntings going on in a trash-packed area. Thinking it was just trash beasts, they weren't expecting what came next.
A/n: Idk if anyone wants a part two! This was based off of the Ballad of Jane Doe song!
"Are you sure there's anything worthy of note at this so-called church?" Rudo questioned as they all walked through the rubble of an old, trash buried city. Old lampposts stuck out from the ground like a warning the closer they got to the checkpoint.
“Sure there is, kid! Just lighten up a little. This’ll be an in-and-out job. The place is already smashed to pieces anyways. We’ve just been hearing that a few people have been getting spooked in here recently. Not a big deal, just go check it out, see if there are any trash beasts, and if there aren’t, we leave.” Enjin reassured with his usual cocky grin, umbrella loosely within his grip.
Semiu, I had sent Team Akuta, Team Child, and Team Eager along with some supporters to investigate a series of supposed hauntings that have been going on within the cathedral and the nearby broken-down town. The area had been long shut left due to it being a primary location for trash rain. Zanka looked around, trying to inspect the destroyed ghost town. "If this is a place often hit with trash rain, why does everything look like it's only been hit by one storm?"
"And why haven't we encountered any trash beasts yet?" Gris speaks up bouncing off of Zankas own input. Everyone was in their full faces.
"Stop sweating, guys! Like Enjin said, it's an in and out job." Riyo butted in, bumping against Rudo, who turned beat red upon the contact.
"Well it doesn't matter anymore." Everyone turned to look at Tamsy. "Because it looks like we're here." The air felt thick all of a sudden, everyone gaping at the large, stone structure.
"It looks basically brand new." Follo spoke up, sticking close by Gris. "It does..." The older man agreed.
"Except the ceiling." Someone interjected, that being Tomme, making everyone look up.
"Alright, Dear, Guita, stick close to me. We don't know if we're dealing with anything here." The two kids nod, although the young boy looked rather annoyed at being told to stick close like he couldn't handle himself.
"Woah, that is an oddly placed pile of trash." Rudo speaks up, his hands wiggling with the want to rummage through it. It was in the centre of the room, large and ominous as the light shone through some of the shattered stained glasses and upon it.
"Slow down, kid. We still need to look around more before we go getting comfortable." Enjin spoke, pulling Rudo back by his collar. He cupped his hands over where his mouth would be before calling out loudly. "Yo! Any ghostly chicks out here wanna spill the tea for us so we can go home?"
"That's not going to get us anywhere." Gris sweat dropped at the scene with an awkward expression.
"IS THAT A FLOWER!?" Delmons voice boomed across the room as he pointed at a flower at the bottom of the pile. "IT'S A DAISY!" He proclaimed proudly with surprise etching his tone.
"But growing flowers down here is nearly impossible." Tamsy spoke up softly, but before anyone could say anything another voice spoke up.
"Neat a fully intact piano!" Riyo spoke up, her hands brushing grime and dust off the top.
A melancholy tune began playing from the piano as Riyo’s hand brushed it, her jolting back and bringing both her hands up as if to say ‘I did nothing!’. Then there was a voice, enchanting and calm that filled the damaged stone walls. “Some might say we're released. Pushing daisies, deceased~” A ghostly woman appeared in a white dress above the balcony that loomed over them. She had no eyes, dark holes into the abyss being the only thing that remained on her shaky expression. Her (h/c) hair flowed softly behind her as the sun shone through the stained glass behind her.
“But we all know the worms must be fed~” She gestured her hand at the trash pile solemnly as if to emphasise her point.
“There's just one lingering fear. Oh my soul, is it here?~” She jittered, looking around as though she was looking for the very thing she was singing of, her hands pattering across the splintered mahogany of the banister with a soft desperation.
“Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?~” She brought her hands up as she clutched her head as though she was checking it was still attached to her neck.
“Oh my soul oh my soul~ Oh my soul oh my soul~” Her head tilted as she looked to each side, hopeless and lost. “Ooh ooh~ Ahh ahh ah~” She sat upon the balcony, looking for something to hold her chest but it was futile, the thing she was looking for was nowhere near. A single piece of trash fell from the sky, falling through the hole in the ceiling and knocking onto her head. She fell back from the impact, singing sorrowfully as she did. She lay there for only a second before crawling back onto her knees.
“Oh no soul, and no name~ And no story, what a shame~” She balanced herself but remained on the floor, her flats scraping against the floor as she shuffled.
“Cruel existence was only a sham?” She patted around on the floor, one hand holding where the trash had hit her head. She then looked up, everyone following her gaze as it landed on one of the stain glass windows above.
“Oh Saint Peter, let me in!~ You must know where I've been~” She clambers further forward, hands clasped together as though she were pleading. “Won't you tell me at last who I am?~” Her head bowed in anguish as a small tear fell against the grime below her.
“Who I am who I am~ Who I am who I am~” Lifting herself from the ground, she stuttered and stumbled, searching the pews with impoverishment. “Ooh ooh~ Ahh ahh ah~” As she sang ghostly, faceless figures filled the pews she searched, joining in quietly. The music now shifted, the organ now looming its way into the tune like a bad omen.
“And from the ground, beneath my feet~ I hear the anguish of the street~” And the ground shook gently, as rubble from the cathedral shook with fervor, she stumbled as the others looked around. Cusping her ear with a quivering hand as she emphasised hearing the deaths of people in the streets of her home. She looked fearful.
“A choir never complete~” The faceless ghosts sang eerily as the main ghostly girl grasped onto anything she could so as to not fall.
“And like an old forgotten tune~ A song that no one knows forgot how it goes~” She clutched her head again as she tried to rack through her mind for some kind of memory, as though she was stuck in a pointless and pitiful loop. She sounded almost panicked, her lips trembling as she smacked her head with her palm.
“Just John and me forever eternally, Jane Doe” As though her vision honed in she caught sight of Dear, the young boy looking relatively calm at the sudden attention. She fell back onto her knees, dragging herself onto the pile of trash slowly.
“And I'm askin' why lord~ If this is how I die, lord~” Her fingers pulled her further up the heap, Dear climbed up. He didn’t know why, he just felt it was right. As he wordlessly did so Bro stood anxiously to one side. He trusted Dear and all of his decisions. Maybe he realised something the others didn’t. Before the others could try and reach out Bro stuck his arms out, muttering something about trusting his son. “He’s my kid. I trust his judgement.”
“Why be left with no family and no friends?~” The ghostly girl speaks depressingly as Dear finally reaches the peak alongside her. “I've got no celebration~ Just this consolation~” She turns, grasping his hands in her own, her touch feeling like a watery mist. She looked to the sky before her eyes, or lacking there of, met the ten year olds face once again. “Time eats all his children in the end~” One piece of discarded filth falls from the sky, falling beside the two, this time everyone noticed it wasn’t real but misty just like the woman, as though they were watching a memory.
“Ahhh Ah AH aH Ah AH AH AHHH!~” Her independent choir song became panicked as though she was screaming in terror, she brought Dear close to her chest with great speed, protecting him with all her might. “A melody floats through the air~” She bowed her head over the young boy's form as he looked around confused. She lifted it, her hand sat over where her head once rested, still shielding the boy.
“When silence falls, does no one care?~” She looked around, large pieces of trash ranging from broken TVs to crates squashing the ghostly figures before leaving nothing but their voice in the wake of the empty space.
“Does anyone care?~” The choir sang as the object zeroed in before dissipating entirely, explaining the pile now resting in the center of the hall. Her song, however, did not let up as she gently released Dear. “Another sad, forgotten tune~ Another song that no one knows~”
Suddenly, she looked down again as though she had remembered something. “So that's how it goes! Just John and me~ Forever eternally, Jane Doe~” She began her usual pattering around, her hands seeming as though they were trying to reach something.
“And she's asking "why, lord?"~” The choir sang again as she began trying to dig through the trash pile, but with one small issue. “Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?~” Her song became that of haunting empty cries as her hands did nothing but phase through the garbage.
"This is no way to die, lord!"~” The choir joined in once more as skeletons materialized into view of where the ghosts were squashed, flowers and grass growing from them.
“No one to sing, no one to sigh~ Now that all is said and done~ Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am?~” Her question lingered in the air as though it were forgotten long ago.
“No singing songs of celebration~ (Ah ah ah ah) just this sorry speculation~ (Aah ahh)~” Her ghostly friends sang the words as her wails came out in musical distress, Dear already making his way through the top layer of trash.
“Like John I'll be eternally~ A forgotten name, some lost refrain~ Just "Jane "Jane~ Doe!~” Her song ended sadly as she lay next to Dear, floating away into a disintegrating mist.
Everyone was stuck frozen besides Dear, who was already trying to continue making his way further. Bro snapped out of his stupor, moving to aid his son as quickly as possible. "Holy shit!" Zanka was the first to call out. His voice uncharacteristically loud and shaky. "That was an actual ghost!" His face was glued into horror.
"So cool!" Guita spoke up, rushing over to help the rest of team child. Rudo also decides to make his way over, carefully simmering through the garbage, placing promising looking pieces within his bag.
"She was hot!" Enjin spoke up with his usual grin now returning, receiving a swift slap over the back of the head from Gris.
Delmon quickly stomped over. "CAREFUL OF THE FLOWERS!" He yelled as he tried sampling as many as he could, wandering around the cathedral to collect as much of the plants as he could.
As they dug further they saw a faint glow. Bro was the first to speak up. "Is that a light I'm seeing?" Dear nods, continuing his pursuit. "Alright then, kid. Whatever you say." Bro went back to helping.
Then...
"Hey guys..." Rudo spoke up. "Maybe I ate too much sugar but I think we've just found a Giver inside her vital instrument with someone else..." Rudo looked up. "They're breathing." He finished, pointing at the moisture on the top of the glass.
"Alright. Let's clean this sucker up and take a proper look." Enjin spoke up as they did. And when they finished everyone peered over.
"Well, I'll be damned." Gris spoke up. What they were looking at was a glass coffin, glowing a bright yellow around the edges. Inside was a young woman wearing the exact same white summery dress as the ghostly form from before, a healing scar sat on her temple. In her arms was a young boy around Dear's age. Around them inside were flowers.
"Well looks like it's time to haul ass and head home!" Enjin calls out, nodding at Delmon to pick up the coffin. "Looks like we're bringing a souvenir..."
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PT2
18+ MNDI!!! or I will sell all your Pokémon cards! <33333
Warnings - Smut with heavy plot, fluff, feelings, L-bomb, painfully obvious crushes, P in V, oral mostly female receiving, a lot of giggling, just romantic slop, car smex, and maybe slight mentions of angst but the comfort is HEAVY
Summary: You're Dustin's sister and have to assist with his ridiculous Dart situation. This is the first you've heard of the Upside down and now you also have to content with your crush, THE Steve Harrington, getting dragged into help. The tension is on.
"And you're saying that this weird, alien, freaky thing is what killed Mews? Dustin, you can't be serious! I don't believe it and mom certainly isn't going to!" You question as Dustin is leading you to your car in a rush. He never had lied before so this new revelation surprised you and you had started wondering if he had been watching too many movies and playing too much of that Dungeons & Dragons game that he liked so much.
"You've gotta believe me! I'm not lying! Just get into the car and go buy a gun." Dustin seemed slightly panicked but was trying to keep his cool, he seemed to continue walking off away the car once you stopped by it.
"I already own one, Dustin!" You call out in a huff as he doesn't seem to really listen. You open the car door and retrieve it from your glove box. As you pull away the sound of a car pull up to the road near your house catches your attention. You look up, seeing Steve Harrington get out of his car with a large bouquet of yellow and white flowers, daisies and roses sticking out the most to you. Your heart did a flip but your stomach also dropped, the odd combinations of feelings making you somewhat nauseous.
The sight of The Steve Harrington carrying flowers and heading somewhat in the direction of your home looking nervous and rambling to himself made you nothing short of star struck. But then there was the horrid thought that with one swift turn away from your house he could knock on the door of another girl from our school.
So assuming his presence was probably for someone else you went to change your line of sight to your brother, who was currently making a beeline to Steve, confusing you even more. How did he know the Steve Harrington and why was he rushing to him right now?
You were hoping he wouldn't continue spreading his crazy story and embarrass you in front of the guy that you made lovey eyes toward whenever he passed you in the hall. Yes, you did talk and you had worked on class projects together. But you had never really sat and really talked. A small part of your nosey self wanting to pick at the thoughts of Steve and see what was under that King of Hawkins High exterior.
You were cut off from your thoughts when you saw Dustin swiftly snatch the beautiful bouquet from his hand and start walking toward his car. That was when you decided to cut in, rushing over and taking the flowers from him and holding them gently to assess any damage. "Dustin! You don't snatch things! What are you, five?" You scold as he shrunk back slightly.
"Sorry, but this is important!" Dustin exclaimed, opening the car door. "Come on, I'll explain it on the way." He swiftly went to shut the door but you grabbed the top of it with your free hand.
"Dustin, you're worrying me. These monsters you are talking about are not real!" Your face falls into one of full concern. "You don't even know Steve-" A hand fell onto your shoulder, a thumb rubbing gentle, comforting circles that almost made you melt.
You turn to look at Steve who seemed both awkward and understanding. Awkward because you didn't know what was going on and understanding because he knew Dustin needed help that he could give. "Just hear him out, okay? Don't freak out." His voice was calm and soft and instantly inclined you to at least try a little harder to understand what on earth was happening.
"Okay, fine." You started, moving to hand the flowers back to Steve. "Here, you can have these back. Sorry my brother-"
"Keep them."
And before you could even respond he got into the car, leaving you to get into the back.
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Now leaning forward in the back of Steve's car, you listened to the ramblings of Dustin, trying to comprehend what on earth he was trying to say. Monsters? Upside Down? Demogorgon's? Labs? You knew he had been acting odd back when Will Byers disappeared but you were too distracted doing journaling segments, asking people about the missing boy, conducting searches, and school work on top of that.
A part of you kind of hurt knowing Dustin went through all of that without telling you but judging by how you did react earlier when he told you, you couldn't blame him. But you still wish he had confided in you. You were his big sister after all.
Of course, before you could fully grasp at all of this old news without any knowledge of this new situation, the car had stopped and the doors were opening back up. Of course Steve had made stops until this point on the way here, but you were too out of it to notice.
Steve noticed though, his expression falling into one of slight worry and sympathy as he would look in the review mirror and see the way your brows pinched together and how distant your gaze was. He felt bad, realising how you had been out of the loop all this time and now suddenly thrown into it. He wish he could make you feel better. As the drive went on he found himself admiring you, flitting his eyes back to the road every two or so seconds. You were so... pretty. He always thought that... he always knew that.
He thought you might not even like him, heck, he was a jerk at times and was always in a different scene from you like parties and with his friends at lovers peak. You were the mellow he craved in his crazy life... the softness... the loving nurturing presence.
Rain had began to pat harshly against the windows as Steve pulled up to the Henderson house. Dustin picked up his bag and turned to look back to see if you were moving to get out the car but was greeted by the sight of you curled up in the backseat, staring at your knees in a whole new world. A small cut sat on your brow and a bruise had begun to bloom on your cheek from when you took a hit from a demodog for Dustin.
He looked back at Steve, not sure what to do, and was met with Steve gesturing his head for him to head on home. It was a quiet and simple understanding between them about what needed to be done.
She needed the work of 'King Steve' to cheer her up.
It was a small joke between the two boys how Steve could practically light a room up and bring a smile to someone's face. And Dustin could already tell how much Steve liked you and he trusted him. He simply got out the car and gave him a pointed look that read the very last thing Steve wanted to do.
'Don't hurt her.'
The door closed and Steve waited and watched to see when Dustin went through his front door. And once he saw that door close he started up the car again, sliding a cassette in the player.
"Why are you driving away from my house?" He heard you speak up from the back of the car, voice soft and sweet. He continued to dive as the music flowed through the air in the car.
"You clearly just went through something shocking and I figured you needed some time to decompress." He had one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting against the passenger seat next to him.
"Thanks..." That was the only word you said for a while as he continued driving, before pulling up at the gas station.
"You want ice cream?" He asked, looking back you with a patient, almost knowing smile that filled your gut with a comfort you had never experienced before. "Cause' I could really go for a tub of chocolate swirl right now."
"Chocolate swirl sounds nice." You nod softly, shifting to sit normally, leaning forward slightly.
Steve breath hitched at the closeness, internally scolding himself for his racing thoughts before speaking up. "You don't have to have the same as me. I can totally buy you any other flavour you'd like for yourself." He was nothing short of comforting in a way that made your heart swell and feeling grow exponentially more than they already were earlier today.
Then, to Steve's pleasant surprise, your lips rose into a smile as you teasingly joked. "You just want a whole tub for yourself."
That plastered a grin on Steve's face, a laugh falling from his lips as he reached out to pat your hair in a more than friendly way. "Maybe I do." He hadn't quite realised the actions he had done until he got out the car, rubbing his face with his hand as you heard him mutter 'nice going Steve'.
The scene confused you but you shook it off, moving until your eyes caught on the flowers beside you in the car. Then the whole world tilted as all your thoughts finally connected. Him walking toward your house with the bouquet, him letting you have it, him staring at you when talking to Dustin, and whatever the hell what just happened was.
Steve liked you. Maybe as much as you liked him.
The thought sent a giddy glee straight to your chest that made your stomach flip and cheeks tingle. You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself though. It could've just been your imagination after all. But as you slowly admired the flowers he entered the car again but in the backseat next to you, two tubs of ice cream in his hand with wooden spoons.
"I got you this one since I forgot to ask which one you would want." The tubs were littered with a few drops of the rain, much like his usually voluminous hair which was now slightly weighed down by all the water. He noticed your gaze on the flowers as he handed you the tub. "You like them?" He questioned, his voice almost too vulnerable.
You placed the flowers down and opened the tub, beginning to make your way through it. "Yeah, they're pretty. Yellow is such a perfect colour for flowers." The car was filled with the smell of damp rain and Steve's cologne.
Silence ensued after that. It wasn't uncomfortable just peaceful. When you both finished your ice cream you spoke up once more, the question nagging at your mind and begging to escape your lips. "So who were they for?"
Steve seemed apprehensive to answer at first, contemplating whether he should or not. But with the risk of all of the Upside Down nonsense, the risk of one of you not making it until the end of the school year, he said it.
"You."
The silence echoed around the car and Steve, now panicking, spoke up again. "Look sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I can drive you home if you want. I just didn't want to wait until it was too late-"
His lips were warm. That was the first thought that sprang to your mind as you gripped his collar and dragged him into a kiss. The small hum of surprise emitting from him nearly pulling a chuckle from you. His fingers reached up as he got comfortable running the tips of them carefully through your hair. They were a cold contrast to his lips but it was soothing and helped ground you.
You pull apart as you both just looked at each other dazed and practically high from the rush you both just received. "I've been wanting to do that since our first project together." He blurted our first as he kept his eyes on yours, often darting down to your lips as you both caught your breathe.
"Biology? Or was that English?" You pretend to not remember manging to emit a laugh Steve's right hand reaches down to your waist, just under your shirt, and his left resting on your cheek. He leaned in to kiss you again.
But he stopped just a hairsbreadth away from your lips, his breathe heavy. "Can I?" He sounded practically desperate as his fingers itched to hold you tighter. And with a soft nod from you his lips crashed into yours again. It was messy, passionate, needy. It was an addicting feeling that you both couldn't get enough of after waiting so long.
After some time the kisses got lower and lower down both of your necks, hands wondering aimlessly to wherever you could both reach. You felt his hands grab your hips and hoist you over onto his lap as you both continued kissing. He would often part from you and trail his eyes over your face for a second before muttering how pretty you were and closing the distance again.
He pulled back, but said nothing for a moment this time, his hands sliding slowly up your shirt. The eye contact causing a heat to creep up your neck as his fingers traced the bottom band of your bra. He didn't need to say anything for you to know what he was asking. Without any words needed you held his wrists and moved his hands to cup your breasts.
It was sweet how you both no longer needed words to say what you both wanted and craved. After so much waiting it was like a weight was being taken off of your shoulders while an excitement settled within you. You were about to have sex with Steve Harrington. The guy you admired in the halls and on the basketball court with no idea that he did the same to you.
The thought was cut off by him reaching behind you and trying to undo your bra... and struggling. A giggle sprung from you as you watched his face scrunch up in concentration. "Why are these always so difficult?" He asked no one in particular.
"Because you've gotta work for it." You joke, bringing a chuckle out of Steve. That resulted in a slight fit of jokes and chuckles until he finally let you help him unclasp it.
Then the fun really ensued. You had gathered that Steve would be good in this scenario but he was so much better than you could've imagined. By now you both had removed your pants and he had your shirt lifted up over your chest. He had rested you on your back across the backseat and he had thrown the flowers into the front and with you protests he simply muttered how he would 'buy you better ones' as he kissed down your front.
His lips were surprisingly soft, considering the cut he had on his upper lip. And he was gentle, surprisingly taking his time for a man about to have car sex of all things. Alongside that all he did was kiss all over your front, your breasts, your stomach, and your neck, muttering small praises and compliments. With his hands firm on your waist, his hands fitting perfectly over it, he gently sucked on parts of your skin leaving small marks in places that would be barely visible to others.
It was his way of hoping this wasn't a one time thing. His way of praying that this wasn't just a dream and that when you lifted your arms and had your sweater rose up his mark would be there. A temporary reminder that you were his even if it was just for a moment.
He did get too into it however when he began to here you giggling again. He thought he must have done something wrong which was a first for him when it came to sex. So in his slight panic he looked up at you to see you grinning so sweetly down at him. "That tickles, Steve." Those were the words that rang out from you as he looked down and realised that his hands had tightened slightly in his endeavours to keep you as close as possible. That was what was making you laugh. He was fine.
With an internal sigh of relief he chuckled at the whole scenario, taking a moment to admire the beautiful blushing woman beneath him. You were so perfect and sweet, it made his heart swell with every laugh and moan you made as he had already begun leaning back in to kiss you.
As his fingers pushed past the waistband of your underwear and started pressing carefully against your clit to test the waters you moaned, edging him to continue his loving touches. "You're so damn pretty." He mumble into your mouth as he caught your moan between his lips.
"You've said so before." The breathy words escaped your lips as your head fell back, two of Steve's fingers slowly pushing into you. "Oh, Steve..." His name fell into the air in a way that almost drove him into insanity.
"It's okay, baby. I got you." His whispered in your ear as he kept his pace at a steady rhythm. You arched into him, giving him the freeway to slot his arm underneath you and hold you closer. "C'mon, I've got you." He reassured, pressing his forehead against your stomach.
When you finally came it was as though your body was in another realm entirely, a hot flash of warmth filling your entire body as it relaxed. Steve pressing kisses to your forehead. "Do you wanna keep going?" He double-checked as you caught your breath once more.
As you nod he shakes his head. "No, I need words, baby." He voice was bringing you to your melting point.
"Yes. I want to keep going, Steve." When you finished he muttered a small 'Thank God' and used the arm underneath you as leverage to lift your hips and slide off your soaked underwear and then took off his with his free hand.
He reached over and opened the glove box to pull out a condom. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He spoke as he ripped open the packing with somewhat shaky fingers before sliding the condom on.
He adjusted himself on top of you, lining up with your entrance. "You ready for me to-" He was cut off when you spoke up, the way you were looking up at him nothing short of needy.
"Please~ Steve, just do it." And with that short plea he slowly pushed into you, muttering a small 'fuck' at how snugly you fit around his slightly above average length.
When he fully bottomed out he took a second to pull you close, moving to sit back so he was now sat and you were straddling him again. He carefully lifted you by your hips before guiding you back down again. Then he groaned and the words fell from his lips. "I love you." He seemed to have not noticed he had said it but you certainly did.
Your heart couldn't help but soar as you said it back. "I love you too, Steve." He heard that... He heard those words so clearly that they invaded his brain like hypnotic chant. He began thrusting up into you,
And he was gentle, surprisingly taking his time for a man about to have car sex of all things. Alongside that all he did was kiss all over your front, your breasts, your stomach, and your neck, muttering small praises and compliments. With his hands firm on your waist, his hands fitting perfectly over it, he gently sucked on parts of your skin leaving small marks in places that would be barely visible to others.
It was his way of hoping this wasn't a one time thing. His way of praying that this wasn't just a dream and that when you lifted your arms and had your sweater rose up his mark would be there. A temporary reminder that you were his even if it was just for a moment.
He did get too into it however when he began to here you giggling again. He thought he must have done something wrong which was a first for him when it came to sex. So in his slight panic he looked up at you to see you grinning so sweetly down at him. "That tickles, Steve." Those were the words that rang out from you as he looked down and realised that his hands had tightened slightly in his endeavours to keep you as close as possible. That was what was making you laugh. He was fine.
With an internal sigh of relief he chuckled at the whole scenario, taking a moment to admire the beautiful blushing woman beneath him. You were so perfect and sweet, it made his heart swell with every laugh and moan you made as he had already begun leaning back in to kiss you.
As his fingers pushed past the waistband of your underwear and started pressing carefully against your clit to test the waters you moaned, edging him to continue his loving touches. "You're so damn pretty." He mumble into your mouth as he caught your moan between his lips.
"You've said so before." The breathy words escaped your lips as your head fell back, two of Steve's fingers slowly pushing into you. "Oh, Steve..." His name fell into the air in a way that almost drove him into insanity.
"It's okay, baby. I got you." His whispered in your ear as he kept his pace at a steady rhythm. You arched into him, giving him the freeway to slot his arm underneath you and hold you closer. "C'mon, I've got you." He reassured, pressing his forehead against your stomach.
When you finally came it was as though your body was in another realm entirely, a hot flash of warmth filling your entire body as it relaxed. Steve pressing kisses to your forehead. "Do you wanna keep going?" He double-checked as you caught your breath once more.
As you nod he shakes his head. "No, I need words, baby." He voice was bringing you to your melting point.
"Yes. I want to keep going, Steve." When you finished he muttered a small 'Thank God' and used the arm underneath you as leverage to lift your hips and slide off your soaked underwear and then took off his with his free hand.
He reached over and opened the glove box to pull out a condom. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He spoke as he ripped open the packing with somewhat shaky fingers before sliding the condom on.
He adjusted himself on top of you, lining up with your entrance. "You ready for me to-" He was cut off when you spoke up, the way you were looking up at him nothing short of needy.
"Please~ Steve, just do it." And with that short plea he slowly pushed into you, muttering a small 'fuck' at how snugly you fit around his slightly above average length.
When he fully bottomed out he took a second to pull you close, moving to sit back so he was now sat and you were straddling him again. He carefully lifted you by your hips before guiding you back down again. Then he groaned and the words fell from his lips. "I love you." He seemed to have not noticed he had said it but you certainly did.
Your heart couldn't help but soar as you said it back. "I love you too, Steve." He heard that... He heard those words so clearly that they invaded his brain like hypnotic chant. He began thrusting up into you, each thrust filled with a rough passion that was intentionally slow enough to let you feel all of him.
You were pretty sure that anyone who walked past Steve's car would instantly know what was happening due to how much the car was probably rocking. But you were too lost in the pleasure to even care anymore. You both were too lost in the feeling of each other, calling each others names and spouting out 'I love you'.
After a while Steve's grip tightened on your waist and his breathing got heavier, as his pace became uneven and unsteady. "You're close right?" He questioned with a groan. When you do nothing but moan a small 'yes' Steve understands and keeps his pace the same as you both finish.
He slows done but still keeps moving to ride you both out of your high as your body goes completely lax. He holds you in his arms, not wanting to move and just soak in the moment. After a while of holding each other the position, although comforting, gets slightly uncomfortable so he assist you in moving off of him and into the space next to him.
He looked toward you and once again admiring your glow as he spoke. "You okay?" His cheeks were flushed much like your own.
You nod, moving to meet your eyes with his. "Yeah, you?"
"I'm good... good." You both took a moment in the silence to register what had just happened. The air thick yet still comfortable. Steve realised you might have been cold and without thinking grabbed his shirt from the pile on of clothes you both had created on the drivers seat and handed it to you.
You put it on anyway and began reaching for your pants to put them on. Once you were fully covered and Steve was back in his pants he pressed a kiss on the side of your head before climbing into the front seat. "You should get home and get some sleep. Today's been a long one." And with that he began driving.
18+ MNDI!!! or I will kidnap your tooth fairy! <33333
Warnings - Smut, heavy explicit smut, mentions of blood/mutations, normal resident evil warnings, non-con, anal, slight choking, masturbation, exhibition, porn with a plot, fluff at the end.
Summary: Leon can't do anything but watch through security as a tyrant has his way with the woman he's trying to escape Raccoon City with. (ICL THIS ONE IS CRAZY ToT But it was a Kofi request-)
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Leon knew that something was different about you the very moment he found you in the Raccoon Citys police station with Marvin. He noticed how the infected seemed to flock to you when you helped him around when finding the medallions he needed to leave with you and hopefully Marvin, who had passed out from his bite.
He first realized their strange behavior around you when you were walking through a hallway of lickers after you made it evidently clear that they were something you did not want to be near. He watched as you sped off ahead without making even a sound. But somehow, to Leon's surprise, they knew you were there, their horrid and slimy tongues finding their way around your thighs under your skirt as Leon watched anxiously.
He had expected them to attack you and pulled out his pistol to at least try and aid you against the practically indestructible creatures. There was an eerie silence as you stood there covering your mouth with your hands to hold in a scream. But something even weirder happened... the infected muscle just traveled up and up until tried to worm its way into your underwear which was now almost fully exposed to a very confused Leon.
You managed to wiggle away from its grip and rush over to Leon and hide beside him. He had his gaze landed on your saliva-covered thigh and he grabbed your hand gently in reassurance. Were these things into you? His eyes met yours as he gave you a sympathetic glance and stuck to you during the rest of the way.
After that whole experience, Leon is looking through a few notes left behind by previous survivors but soon reads something interesting...
That girl with the h/c that just waltzed in here, the only survivor from the outside... I noticed there was something weird about her so I did some digging and found out something weird. She seems to be a patient under that Umbrella company and they seem to have found that she has a strange pheromone... apparently, it affects one of their 'medicines'.
I call bullshit though. We all know Umbrella started this mess and she obviously has some kind of weird reaction with this virus. These monsters won't even harm her. If anything they look at her like some kind of mate...
The note connected some dots for Leon... these things were into you like you were some kind of mate. The thought of one of those things trying to reproduce with you made him very ill. No wonder you were so scared of the lickers...
Eventually, you made your way back to the main hall, unaware of Leon gazing at you. He wanted to keep you safe, you were pretty and had been nothing but a great help to him throughout this whole mess.
But not everything goes his way... you both walked over to the statue to place the second to last medallion for your ticket out of there before the power went out the only light source being Marvin's laptop that was running security feed and Leon's flashlight.
"Shit," Leon muttered in frustration, barely able to see. "What the hell do we do now?"
"I know how to get the backup power on... Marvin showed me where it is and how to use the switch!" you chime proudly as you grab the flashlight from him. "It'll be quicker for me to go alone. So just stay here and I'll go sort it." You suggest sweetly with your tone trying to stay level...
"Are you sure? I don't want you going on your own... what if you get hurt?" Leon responded promptly in disagreement. He attempted to take the flashlight from you but you were faster.
"Look, Leon. I'll be okay! It's only in the chief's office which is not far away. Plus you already cleared all the infected in there." You gesture to his gun before pointing at the security feed. Besides you can always keep an eye on me through there." Comfort lacing your voice, which started to relax his nerves.
"Alright, fine. But I don't have any ammo left so please be extra careful..." He pleaded slightly, moving to sit in front of the laptop.
"I'll be right back!" Your voice echoes as you walk off and out of the main hall.
Leon intently watched the dark security feed as he watched your silhouette walk down the hall. He loved the way your hips moved and your hair swayed with your movement like silk being pleated. "If only I could see clearly," Leon mumbled to himself mindlessly as he began looking through the dimly lit buttons. He noticed that the laptop had been muted... he switched on the sound to be greeted by the sound of your footsteps.
You soon made it to the office and rushed over to the switch. "There you are!" You say excitedly to yourself, making Leon smile at the adorable sight. You pull the switch as the power goes back on. Leon watches you glance around before noticing an ammo box. "Oh, Leon could u-"
Leon watched in horror as your body was roughly pulled back against a large almost inhuman figure. He heard you yelp as you screamed out. "Shoot! Who are you?! What are you d-" The tyrant pulled down on your shirt with a dangerous strength, revealing your bare chest. The exposed skin felt cold and your nipples stood prominent on your soft chest. The tyrant's hand was wrapped around your neck to hold you back against him.
Leon watched the monitor with his empty pistol in hand. What should he do?! He wanted to swing in there and save you from the monster. It looked like some kind of superhuman. Purple-tinted skin and an insanely large form. It reminded him of Mr. X, the thing following him around since he got here. But this one was different. It looked stronger. Surely he would get the both of you killed if he aggravated it with no way of defending himself.
He watched carefully for its next moves, his eyes drifting to your tits as they sat proudly on your torso. Your skin looked so soft and he was so distracted that he almost missed your panicked cries of asking what the creature wanted.
The tyrant pushed you down onto your knees and tore off the fabric covering its being with one hand. The other holds your head in a tight, vice-like grip to keep you in place. Your short skirt sprawled around your thighs on the floor and your abdomen is completely bare. Leon felt wrong for drooling at the sight and the feeling of his pants tightening.
Your eyes widened at the sight of the monster's shaft lining up with your lips. It was inhumanly large and made you gulp. Leon sat as his anticipation grew. "I don't think I can get out of this one..." He heard you groan sadly. "Leon... where are you- MPHM!" You were cut off by the wide tip of the monster's dick being shoved between your lips.
A strange feeling of panic rushed through you as its large hand pushed behind your head and forcefully moved your head to fuck your face. Leon grew more uncomfortable in his jeans as he watched your lips get spread as well as your hands hold the base of the shaft and listened to your arousing gags. He couldn't do anything so why not enjoy the show...
'No, Leon! She could get hurt...' he internally scolded himself but kept his eyes glued to the screen. 'But they don't seem intent on killing her... maybe it'll leave us alone once it gets what it wants... god she's so pretty.'
Soon it pulls your head back, and strings of saliva and pre-cum connect its dick to your glossy lips. The rest of your clothes are quickly ripped away from your body as you now kneel there naked and embarrassed. The strong arms wrap around your waist and throw you onto the table, forcing your head down and your ass up.
The rookie finds himself panting out as his chest feels heavy, his bulge even more restricted. He finally gives in to the urge to palm his jeans. He hisses out from the friction as he hears your voice again. "Make this quick, okay! If I do this you have to leave us alone!" Your voice drives him wilder as he teases himself by pressing gently on his bulge with the pad of his thumb in an odd pattern.
The tyrant soon grabs your hips and forces his dick into your ass. The pain causes you to squeal as it begins moving, giving you no time to adjust. The thrusts are at a somewhat normal pace but are so deep that they brush your G-spot each time. Your tits graze the table each time it pounds into you, causing your now-sensitive nipples to send a shot of unbearable pleasure to your core. You let out almost pornographic moans as your hole gets stuffed. "Why do I always find trouble..." You whine out pathetically.
After about five long minutes, the tyrant changes its angle and picks up the speed. You scream out from the pace as it grabs your hands, holds them behind your back, and uses them as leverage. Your moans get faster as you pant out desperately, "S-Stop! That's too fast!" You call out desperately. "I'll be a good girl! That's enough!" The monster was unrelenting, the sound of skin slapping against skin egged Leon on further.
You were soon picked up with one hand and forced to weakly stand with your hands against the wall. Fingers spread wide against the cold, painted wall. The chill contrasts with the heat in your body, which is filled with arousal and one again being pounded into by the creature.
Leon couldn't take it anymore and unzipped his jeans. He felt slightly guilty for his actions, but the feeling was becoming impossible to handle. He pushed down his boxers and pulled out his hardend dick. The tip was pink and weeping with pre-cum... he brought his thumb and began massaging his slit. He threw his head back with a sultry groan.
He looked back at the screen with warm cheeks and saw that the monster seemed to be thrusting at an incredibly slow pace. It was teasing you. He heard you whimper from the loss of speed and began moving his thumb faster.
"Ugh! Fuck me properly! I hope Leon can't see this..." You shouted in annoyance, now feeling more exposed. Leon felt his body warm up as if he had been caught. He was watching. He was enjoying it. His hand started to slowly pump down his length from the thrill of watching the most gorgeous woman he's ever met be used just a few rooms away.
At your words, the tyrant released your hips with a grunt. Your hands met the floor as your legs buckled weakly. A thud echoed in the room as the tyrant forced you onto your side and harshly pulled your leg up. Leon found himself switching the camera to get a better view of the wetness seeping out from your delicate pussy lips. He would give anything to taste it... feel it. "So pretty..." He groaned as he threw his head back again and began pumping faster.
Soon, your ass was bouncing from the immense amount of force you were being pounded into with. "I should have kept my mouth shut..." You whine as your moans continue to echo. The mutant man forced the side of your head against the floor, making your breast bounce sensually. "You must really like my- ah! Ass!" You giggle from your body relaxing and your brain becoming numb.
Leon began pumping himself faster as he felt pressure building through his whole lower half. He took note of how your skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, how your face flushed like a cherubs, how your moans sounded like a forbidden melody, and how your eyes rolled back in ways that should be photographed and put into a museum. He felt as though you were perfect, radiant, a goddess from the stars. He wanted to worship you, get on his knees, and praise you...
"Oh! Don't stop! I'm starting to love this- ah!" This only encorouged leon to go faster as he watched your hole get stretched to its limits. He wanted to walk down there and stick his own cock in your soaking pussy while the tyrant used your ass... filling you to the absolute brim.
The pace got impossibly faster as your legs trembled and your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. The knot in your core tightened as you felt your orgasm approach. "Ah- Ah! I-I'm gonna cUum!~" your juices squirted out across your shakey thighs as the monster released inside your behind.
Leon's dick lay limp in his hands, and his hand and police vest covered in strings of sticky ecstasy. He watched in surprise as he saw the monster pull out of you with a large puddle of semen pouring from your gaping hole and onto the wooden floor.
You were pushed on your back as you grunted in confusion but soon began screaming as the tyrant stuck two of its ginormous fingers into your pussy and placed his other index finger at on your clit. "Ah~! Wha-! I thought we were finished! Tha- hurts- Ah!~" Your over stimulated body shook violently as Leon could clearly see a bulge appear in your stomach from the shear size of the mutants fingers. He felt his dick hardening again as you endured a forced orgasm.
You lay there covered in sweat and arousal as the tyrant grunted and stood up. It seemed to stare you for a moment before walking away. As it did, you glanced over at the box of ammo you tried to grab before. You smiled and wrapped your hand around it. Then you turn your head tiredly to your clothes, which now consists of shreds of fabric. You huff. "Great..."
Leon decided to go and help you in your uh... predicament. He ran down the hallway and burst the door open. He couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight of you but also felt bad.
"Hey... you okay?" He asked awkwardly as he walked over and knelt down beside you.
Your eyes drift to him nervously before you mumble, "You saw all that, didn't you?" They linger even further on his bulging and damp crotch. "You definable did..." You say embarrassed as you crawl into a ball. He rested a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, come on. Hop on my back, and we'll go get you cleaned up with some tissues or something. I'm sure you can wear the old clothes that I left in the locker. Relax, you did amazing." He said gently as he bends down for you to clamber onto his back. With your legs around his face and arms lazily over his shoulders. He shifts you up and begins walking.
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