Redamancy Iii

Redamancy  iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return

pairings: mirio togata x female reader 

@sweet-but-yandere asked:  Could you do a part three of the yandere mirio x reader “redamancy” or maybe a sequel to it? ///   anonymous asked:Part 3 of Redamancy where he try’s to get the reader pregnant out of jealousy but she does not want a baby still Mirio forces him self on her.

warnings: nsfw, noncon, breeding kink, mirio being a scumbag. all characters are 18+

a/n: ok so this gotta be the last in this series lmao. i didnt really think people would be into mirio that much but ya all the love for sunshine daddy.  

word count.: 1948

Mirio’s gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, “Mirio!” your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, “What are you thinking about?” Mirio felt his cheek heat up.

‘I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?’

“Nothing, we should get going. Lunch’s bout’ to get over soon.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, “Hey! Slow down!” You bump into his chest, which was hard as a rock. “You’re a klutz,” he laughs. “It’s your fault!” he pats your head and continues laughing, he finds him self thinking how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened him to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, how your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn’t you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he’ll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he’s the one for you, the one and only.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You coming?” His hand rested on your shoulder as gripped on it a little tighter. He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio’s face dropped and he rushed to you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your upper half to his chest. He rubbed your head, “It’s okay now. I am here,” he whispered into your ear shushing you. “What happened?” he asked after you had calmed down. “Why are you still here?” “I came to get you, now, what happened?” you gulped before answering, you feel the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. “Why?”

Mirio was confused, what were you about? “Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?” tears fell to your cheeks again as you breath hitched.

Of course, you were thinking about him. Mirio felt something in him snap. He pulled away from the hug and stood in front of you, grabbing your jaw squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled your face closer to him, his elbows rested on the desk separating the two of you. He looked down on you, his eyes bored into yours with malice and anger, “Mirio you’re-” “Shut the fuck up.” he snapped. “Do you know why he left? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?” you were too scared to answer, you didn’t get to anyways, “Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?” Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?” he asked again.

His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared.

“Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!” You started whimpering, Mirio had never talked to you this way before. A weak no left your trembling lips, “It’s because you’re mine.” he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn’t believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no, he was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp, successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You are so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

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Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: You and Steve go to the Hydra base to save the captured platoon. Warnings: Period typical sexism, Gore, Threats of Non Con CHAPTER 4: Defend American Freedom! It’s Everybody’s Job!

The second you got on Howard Stark’s plane you realised you hated heights with a passion. You were looking down at the ground thousands of feet below you and you felt ill.

Steve was chatting with Peggy about the mission around Krausberg and messing around with his Captain America shield. You don’t know how he was so calm when you felt like a bowl of Jell-o.

“You ok, Missy?” Steve asks, noticing your green face.

“Swell,” you mumble. “I’ll be fine when I’m on firm soil.”

“Chin up,” Peggy smiles warmly at you. “We’re nearly there.”

You take a deep breath and look out of the window again. Maybe if you concentrated on the landscape you would feel less sick. The rolling greenery underneath you was extremely marred with the gouges of trench warfare. You felt quite sad at seeing how much the war had ripped apart Europe. This country must have been beautiful once upon a time.

Steve broke you out of your reverie with his awkward stammering.

“Do you fondue?” he stuttered, looking from Peggy to Howard.

Oh gosh, he thought they were trying to go steady….

Stevie you couldn’t be more wrong.

Peggy just gives you an exasperated look and you have to stifle your giggle. Steve was one dime short of a dollar sometimes.

“Here is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and we’ll find you,” she says, giving you a gizmo which you stash in your knapsack.

Before you know it, Steve is grabbing your arm and pulling you to the door of the plane.

“What in the Sam heck are you doing?!” you cry.

Steve ignores you and turns to Peggy, “The second we’re out, turn this plane around and get out.”

“I’m sorry?” Peggy says in surprise. “You can’t give me orders!”

“The hell I can’t, I’m a Captain,” Steve smiles. “And Missy’s a Sergeant.”

Without a word he pulled you out of the plane and you’re not ashamed to say you screamed like Fay Wray in King Kong the entire way down. You were sure you were going to smash onto the mountainside and die but you were mildly surprised when Steve wound an arm around you and grabbed onto a fast approaching tree, slowing your descent as the branch bended. When you finally touched the ground, you sank onto the grass and had to take in several shaky breaths.

“Missy?” Steve says in concern.

“I’m alright,” you say, scrambling to your feet and trying to regain some of your dignity back.

You look up to see Steve flashing you the widest amused grin you’d ever seen on him.

“You got a set of lungs on you, you know that?” he laughs.

“Can it, Rogers,” you hiss, brushing off your Lady Liberty suit. “You ever tell anyone about that I swear you’ll be wearing that goddamn smile on the side of your goddamn face.”

“Such terrible language from a dame,” Steve smiles. “Come on, Missy. We’ve got people to save.”

“Yes, Captain,” you say sarcastically before moving forward through the woods.

The both of you sneak forward until you hit the road. When an armoured vehicle arrives, you hurriedly duck down but Steve just jumps into the back of it and knocks out two guards.

Since when did he get so brave?!

You leap in after him and hide yourself under some tarpaulin whilst Steve drives into the Hydra base.

“I’ll distract them, you get in and find the men,” Steve whispers to you once you’re inside the confines of the compound.

“Be safe, Stevie,” you whisper back.

You sneak out from under the tarpaulin and ensconce yourself behind a truck as you wait for guards to go past. Your heart is hammering wildly as the adrenalin takes over and you sprint like the wind into the compound, diving behind a set of pipes and shimmying up to the catwalk above. 

Holy cow, you can move so quickly since the serum! Even climbing was little effort.

You stalk over the grated walkway until you’re over a bunch of cages with soldiers in that you presume to be the missing platoon.

“Howdy guys,” you say, smiling at them.

“Sweet Jesus!” one of the men catcalls. “Hey darling, you look mighty fine. Have the Fritz decided to give us a gift?”

“It’s your lucky day, boys,” you say, jumping down into the area. “I’m here to save your asses.”

“A dame?” another man scoffs. “Geez, the army must be shit outta luck if they’re sending women after us.”

“You hold your goddamn tongue,” you spit before wrenching the cell door open so hard the lock splinters into pieces.

“Well holy shit,” the man breathes. “I take it all back, sweetheart.”

Steve catches up to you, noticing the stunned faces of the soldiers who haven’t made a single move to get out of their prison.

“Just who the hell are you guys supposed to be?” another guy calls.

“Captain America,” Steve replies, busting another cell open. “And this is Lady Liberty. I wouldn’t give her any sass now. She’s got a fierce right hook.”

“Does she have a fierce kiss too?” an unfortunate soldier pipes up.

Steve grabs the guy by the scruff of his shirt and bodily throws him out of the cell. All of his fellow platoon members start snickering.

“You say anything like that again and you’ll have her to deal with,” Steve growls. “And she hits harder than I do.”

“Woah, alright buddy,” the soldier says.

“Now….we’re looking for James Barnes,” you interrupt before the situation gets too ugly and you draw attention to yourself.

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory but no one’s ever come back from it,” a guy offers.

“All right. The tree line is Northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I’ll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else I find,” Steve orders. “Come on Missy, let’s scram.”

The both of you race on and you hear the sound of explosions behind you as the ground rumbles beneath your feet. You don’t find any more soldiers along the way but you knock out a few Hydra guards which makes you feel a little better.

“Missy look!” Steve hisses quietly and you see someone who’s obviously high up in the chain of command racing away with a briefcase.

You’re about to run after him when a voice makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Sergeant 32557…”

“Bucky,” you breath and Steve’s head whips round.

“What did you say?” he almost whispers.

“I heard Bucky,” you murmur and walk almost like you’re in a trance towards the voice.

“Sergeant 32557….”

You move into an experiment room and you see him. Your heart stops completely as you take in his state. He’s strapped to a gurney and muttering intensely to himself.

Oh Buck…

Within mere seconds you’re by his side and Steve is not far behind you.

“Hi doll,” Bucky grins at you with an almost delirious expression. “Damn, have I died? I gotta be in heaven to have a gal this pretty staring at me.”

You’re not great at hiding your furious blush. You rationalise it by thinking that Buck’s state of mind was not grand right now. He would say anything, it didn’t mean anything.

“Oh my god, Bucky, what the hell did they do?!” Steve says, starting to unbuckle the straps.

“Steve?” Bucky says in surprise.

“Yeah it’s me, Buck. God, I thought you were dead.”

Steve manages to unlash the last leather belt and pulls Bucky to his feet. It’s now you notice exactly how tall Steve has gotten. He practically towers over your friend now.

“I thought you were smaller,” Bucky says, not really comprehending the change in Steve.

“We need to go,” Steve urges.

“What happened?”

“I joined the army,” Steve smiles. “So did Missy.”

He nods to you and you’ve never seen Bucky so flustered.

“That’s Missy?! Steve, you gotta stop pulling my leg, you punk,” Bucky shakes his head furiously.

“It really is me, Buck,” you smile. “You look like shit.”

“Well holy hell, that is you isn’t it?” Bucky’s eyes widen as he catches your familiar cuss words. “Goddamn, doll…”

“Close your mouth, Sergeant Barnes,” Steve chuckles in amusement. “We’ve got places to be.”

“But…I mean….wow,” Bucky stammers, his ladykiller demeanour completely gone as he can’t seem to believe the sight before him.

“Buck, come on,” Steve sighs, pulling him out. “Missy, you too.”

A large explosion within the factory shocks you to your senses. There’s no time to revel in the fact you found your friend again. This whole place was going to go up like the Fourth of July.

All of you start rushing towards the catwalk again, haring down as your feet slam onto the metallic floor, sending harsh echoes around the compound. You feel elated, you feel vindicated even. You couldn’t wait to rub this in Colonel Philips’ face. Bucky was alive and he was unharmed.

The sight of two Nazi officers to the side of you makes you skid to a grinding halt.

Oh damn, they look important. Maybe this is a good opportunity.

“It’s Schmidt,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

So this was Johann Schmidt, the man Erskine had warned you about. He certainly didn’t look that strong but you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. He definitely gave off an air of dangerousness mixed in with some maniacal fanaticism. You didn’t have to be a psychological expert to know this man was very unhinged and that was all but confirmed for you when his face split into the most terrifying smile you’d ever seen.

“Captain America! How exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive. Oh and you brought your sweetheart along with you. Miss Liberty, or shall I address you as Lady?”

“You can address my fist if you want to,” you hiss.

Schmidt chuckles to himself, the sound reverberating in his chest, “And this is why Erskine was a fool. Women have no place in war. You are the weaker sex and always will be. I shall greatly enjoy showing you your place in this world, Miss Liberty.”

Your anger took over as you stepped forward so you were almost nose to nose with the madman before you delivered a punch so hard it knocked him back across the gangway.

“Allow me to show you yours first,” you say, mockingly courtesying.

“You’ve got no idea what we’re capable of,” Steve says, coming to stand next to you and the two of you form a barrier, shielding Bucky away from the fight.

“Haven’t I?” Schmidt smiles before he launches himself at Steve who brings his shield up just in time to deflect the man.

The trade of blows is vicious. You don’t have a shield like Steve does so you have to duck like a boxer as Schmidt’s fist comes barrelling towards you. The kick you deliver to his stomach in retaliation winds him momentarily but you’re not fast enough to get away as he grips your suit, flinging you back. 

You go flying over the railing and wildly grab onto the walkway. You pretty much almost let go in pure fear as you looked down at the raging fire of explosions beneath you.

God I really really hate heights.

“Missy?!” Steve calls for you, ready to turn around and save you but Bucky scrambles to the edge of the gangway.

“I got her, Stevie, keep fighting!” he yells as he pulls you back up with great effort. “Holy cow, doll, you got heavy!”

“Ain’t nobody teach you manners, Barnes?” you fire back. “It’s rude to say that about a lady.”

“Darlin’, you ain’t no lady,” Bucky grunts as he manages to get you back over the railings.

“I thought you liked that about me,” you joke as you stumble back to your feet, warily looking towards Steve who seemed to be handling Schmidt quite well.

“Sure do, sweetheart,” Bucky laughs. “Now go help Steve. Somehow I don’t think I’m gonna be useful here.”

“Just stay and look pretty,” you smirk before running towards the two grappling men and leaping with the ease of an acrobat over the brawl and landing behind Schmidt, kicking him fiercely in the back of the head.

There’s the sound of grinding gears as Schmidt’s partner starts retracting the walkway and a gap forms between Steve and Schmidt. Oh holy hell, you were definitely on the wrong side right now but Schmidt seemed to be blocking your route back.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success! You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” Schmidt monologues before peeling his goddamn face off.

You’d never seen something as grotesque as the display before you. It was almost like Schmidt was ripping his skin off down to the muscle tissue and bone. It glistened slightly like wet leather and you really wanted to hurl about now.

“Then why don’t you fight me if you’re without fear?” Steve shouts back, flicking his eyes to you, trying to say something silently.

“Because I have other plans, Captain,” Schmidt smiles before you hear the click of a gun behind your head and turn to see Zola holding a revolver tightly. “Erskine may have been a fool to use the serum on a woman but it presents interesting opportunities, no? Imagine the child of a super soldier pairing! The possibilities! An army of pure strength, of pure power, the next generation and the new dawn!”

“You come near me like that and you’ll regret it,” you spit, mentally trying to calculate how you could get out of this.

“You are not of Aryan blood but I will make an exception for you,” Schmidt chuckles horribly. “This is not to say you’re displeasing Miss Liberty. On the contrary, you are a fine example of womanhood and I shall breed fine heirs with you.”

“The hell you will!” Bucky growls from across the gangway. “You touch her, you’re dead! You hear me!”

“Gentleman, I grow weary of this talk so I will bid you farewell. I should thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me,” Schmidt says, turning on his heel before he holds his own gun to you. “Now walk.”

There’s nothing you can do. You have two guns trained on you and no hope of dodging the bullet. You may be faster but you’re not that fast.

“We’ll find you, Missy!” Steve calls, panic evident in his face.

“And we ain’t gonna stop until we do!” Bucky yells.

Schmidt just laughs to himself as he escorts you into an elevator and you take one last look at your friends before the doors close.

“Understand this is nothing personal,” Schmidt says, taking a lock of your hair and inhaling the scent in way that makes your skin crawl. “Those enhanced by the serum shall be the gods of the new world. I am giving you a grand opportunity, despite your….American heritage. Do not reject this in haste. You shall be Eve to all.”

“Never gonna happen,” you growl, stepping as far back as you can, away from the two Nazis.

Schmidt’s face changes and you know you’ve annoyed the heck out of him, “Foolish girl! If you do not willingly give yourself, you will be taken by force. I told you I would put you in your place and I have extended more than enough courtesy to you but I have little patience for a woman’s hysteria.”

“I’ll rip the rest of your goddamn skin off if you try,” you snarl.

Schmidt tuts at you before turning to Zola, “And this is why the Americans need to be brought to their knees. Their women are lax in morals, swear like common soldiers and practise violence.”

“Quite,” Zola nods, almost fervently.

The lift stops and the doors open to a one man plane. You’re very confused for a second before Schmidt tosses some car keys towards Zola, “Not a scratch, Doctor. Make sure our guest is adequately restrained beforehand.”

You get the impression Zola’s just as perplexed as you are as you both watch Schmidt get into the plane and take off. Not a moment before Zola regained his composure, you socked him straight in the face. Unfortunately for you, his finger closed around the trigger of his revolver and the gun went off, sending a bullet punching into your shoulder.

There were not enough cuss words to adequately describe the pain you felt as the bullet tore deep into your muscles but you weren’t going to waste your chance. You ran to the edge of the platform, not daring to linger for too long in case you chickened out and you just leapt into the unknown.

The ground came rushing towards you faster than you expected but luckily for you, a Hydra guard broke your fall as you crash landed on top of him, breaking his neck in the process.

That wasn’t so bad.

You sprinted across the exploding compound, dodging pieces of shrapnel being flung from the factory innards. You wanted to be in the war, well you certainly got your wish. 

As you take out Hydra guards left right and centre, you scoop up their ident tags and place them in your knapsack. Your fighting is fierce as you’re of one singular mind. You just want to get back to Steve and Bucky.

The blood from your own wound is beginning to be outdone by the blood spray of the men you kill. Your Lady Liberty suit is completely stained and ripped in places. You look like one of the monsters in a silent film. Maybe you are at this point. After all, these men are just like the soldiers in the US army, following orders. You’re pretty sure not all of them believe Schmidt’s mad ideas.

As you break past the final barrier of the compound, a last explosion rocks the factory and the structure crumples into melting metal and flames. It’s almost strangely hypnotic in a way.

You grab one of the motorbikes that’s sat outside and turn it on, racing off into the night.

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It takes you a long time to return to the US camp. Your motorbike ran out of fuel a while ago so you’ve been walking the rest of the way since. The transponder had also ended up getting smashed to pieces when you jumped off the roof so that was a no go either.

The bullet hole in your shoulder has long since closed and you’d marvelled at how your skin pushed out of bullet and had knitted itself back together. You guessed this was an effect of the serum.

You get water from the rivers, eat fruit from wild trees and sadly have to hunt a rabbit or two but eventually the familiar tents and the sound of singing assaults your senses.

You stride into the base without a goddamn care in the world, despite the many shocked looks you get. Two lines start forming around you and the sound of clapping starts.

Immediately the Colonel comes out of his tent to see what the noise was followed by Peggy and finally your two boys.

“Missy?!” Steve almost screams as he runs towards you but stops a few feet away as he takes in the sheer amount of blood splattered all over you.

“Sergeant,” the Colonel says, striding towards you also. “I’d just sent off your death report to your daddy. You’d better start explaining yourself.”

You take off the knapsack and pour out the many many ident tags onto the dirt in front of you.

“How’s that for a chorus girl?” you challenge. “Happy to report that Hydra’s army is a bit low on force right now.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” Colonel Philips mutters.

“So I’ll take that disciplinary with pride, sir,” you say, standing up straight.

“That won’t be necessary, Missy,” the Colonel smirks. “Welcome back, Lady Liberty. Keep that torch shining or I might change my mind.”

“Yes, sir,” you grin and look around you to the smiling soldiers. “Now will somebody get me a goddamn drink? I just walked all the way from Krausberg and I’m mighty thirsty.”

That set everyone off into roaring laughter and cheers erupted around you as the troops clapped you on the back and shook your hand. You swelled with pride at having been accepted as one of them. You’d made it. You were officially a soldier, not just a title in a damned spandex suit.

Steve closed the distance and hugged you tightly, “God Missy, I was worried. I was just planning your rescue mission.”

“Looks like I can take care of myself,” you snort.

Steve breaks away and ruffles your hair before realising how much blood was still matted in it and he grimaces slightly, “You need a bath.”

“I would love nothing better,” you giggle.

Steve breaks away and Bucky looks at you, almost shyly before hugging you too. He surprises you with how tightly he’s holding on.

“Ain’t nothing killing you, huh sweetcheeks?” he chuckles.

“Not today, Buck,” you reply, savouring the moment. “Had to stay alive just so I could kick your goddamn ass for getting yourself captured.”

“Oh come on,” Bucky huffs, pulling away. “Give a guy a break!”

“Alright, just this once but only because I’m happy to see ya,” you smile which Bucky returns wholeheartedly.

“Glad to see ya too, doll. Now Stevie’s right, you need to wash up. Can barely see you under all that Fritz blood.”

“You can’t order me around, Barnes,” you stick your tongue out childishly. “We’re the same rank. Get used it.”

With that you walk past them both, heading towards the communal washroom.

As you leave, you can swear you hear Steve mutter to Bucky 'Well just ask her’. You wonder what that’s all about but as soon as you’re sinking into some hot water, you don’t really care. Right now you were just glad to be back and you were glad you were back with your friends.

Authors note: I write most of my reader inserts as badasses but this one is one of my favourites

l’ incendie

Pairing: Hal x Reader

Summary: You grew up as witness to the atrocities committed under the British crown. Lord Grey is your father and newly pledged councilman of the royal court. Now, England has a new boy king, one who is set on keeping peace in Europe. You are determined to see England burn, even if it means corrupting the lionhearted boy of Eastcheap.

Word count: 10k+

Warnings: explicit smut, strong violence, sacrilegious imagery a blowjob in a chapel lmao

A/N: l’ incendie ; French translation for fire

..so..I watched The King back in November and have had this idea in my brain for the past 2 months now?? It literally consumed me. All throughout my last few weeks of classes and final papers, this is honestly all I could think about, like I’ve been bumping the soundtrack and rewatching the film to plan this, I looked at Lord Grey’s true lineage (he aint Scottish btw I made that up..but he really was related to King Edward lol)…….I’ve just had to get this out of me for so. long. and I’m so happy that I finally have! It feels like this huge weight is gone, but I’ve enjoyed this creative process so much, like it’s so exciting when you hyper-fixate find a new piece of media that you enjoy so much that you dive completely and utterly into everything about it that you can get your hands on, and this is my piece for this!

And my boy Timmy?? Had no fucking clue who this guy was before I saw the film, now I’m writing fics about him a;sdkfjskj but you’re here reading this so. we’re both guilty.

I love story arcs like this where you see a character’s slow descent into corruption and having it revealed that someone was talking in their ear the whole time….i eat that shit right up. Reader’s character is heavily inspired by Lady Macbeth. Using wiles, using sex, etc. Ooh baby. I had fun with this. 

gif credit to @michonnegrimes​ 

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just found out that shindo has a gf </3

Out of Darkness

Chapter 14

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, cock warming Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

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“What are you doing out here?” You squinted in the bright midday light, the sun reflecting off the snow.

Yona smiled up at you as you joined her and Jacob on the hill. From there you could see the cave, see everything. Rolling hills of white. Had they both been here for the last couple of days?

“Is this where you two have been?” You’d stayed with Rachel and Harvey the last few days, looking after Eva. You’d noticed that Yona and Jacob hadn’t been around much the last couple of days.

None of you had been entirely sure the girl would survive the poisoning. Harvey never left his daughter’s side and neither did Timmy. You and Rachel took turns staying with them, getting them whatever they needed and sleeping in turns.

“How is Eva?” Jacob asked, hazel eyes peering up at you from under the hood of his parka.

Sitting next to Yona, you smiled. “Better. Rachel made an egg for her and she’s actually hungry.”

“Thank God,” Jacob muttered. “Curtis is in enough of a snit.”

Caring for Eva had given you an excuse to put some distance between yourself and Curtis. And you needed it. Your mind played a constant loop of what Curtis had told you, what you Rachel and Jacob had told you. What Nick told you. And Leo…

Your heart hurt because it was difficult to reconcile the man you knew now and who Curtis must have been those early days on the train. Rachel and Jacob had told you how bleak the situation had been those first days. David and Rachel’s daughter had died when her medication was taken. None of them had been given food or water. Fear and panic reigned in the tail-section, the strongest taking what they needed to survive. Taking from each other. Killing and consuming each other.

Even the babies.

You hand drifted to your swelling tummy, the thought that anyone could be pushed to such an act chilling you. The fear Edgar’s mother must have felt…

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Sway Me (Todoroki X Reader) NSFW

Summary: Shouto Todoroki is a lot of things, but the most prominent traits that come to mind are annoying, aloof, and ridiculously good with his mouth. 

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki X fem!reader Word Count: ~2.5K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, semi-public shenanigans Author’s Note: This is, like, 100% inspired by @spicyness drunkenly posting that Todoroki would eat pussy “like it’s his day job”. Characters are aged-up, and this takes place in a quirkless, college setting. Also, I wrote this in, like, an hour, so sorry if it’s trash (also explains that dumb ass title, don’t roast me)

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