Im so tired of seeing extremely submissive FtM reader who just cries and begs whenever he's fucked it makes me feel so icky. I want to see trans man reader who isn't a whiny little puppy boy pleasseee let me have big muscular reader who's been on T for years and doesn't whine and cry every time he's in range of a dick. I want dominant trans man reader who actually tops instead of just getting penetrated all the time. Give him bottom surgery, a strap, anything, I'll do anything I'm just so tired of this bullshit.
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PLEASE PLEASE DR EASTERMAN LETTING PUPPYBOY FTM READER HUMP HIS THIGH OR BOOT
Dr. Eastermen x FTM Reader
Type: Smut Request
Author's Note: Hopefully you enjoy! First request and story in a long time so I apologize for being a little rusty lolol
Content: Boothumping, tshot injections, power dynamic. Reader genetilia terms of crotch, clit, dick, and cunt.
If there was one thing that you knew in this place. You were Easterman's how high. You were a product that fell into his delusional teachings and fed it right back out to him. You were his success. His personal "mutt" as he affectionately referred to you. Due to being held in such a position, he had an offer he knew you couldn't resist.
As if you'd ever reject any of his offers.
After a solo trial, the taste and smell of blood (though not your own) and sweat overwhelmed your senses, that fuzzy feeling of the adrenaline slowly fading away as you heard Dr. Easterman's examination of you.
"Look at you, a step closer to getting out," he says in his pleased tone. It wasn't that long ago that you were simply a failure in his eyes when you recieved any letter below a C. You revel in his voice. You wonder if it was odd that sometimes you wished you could hear it from him in person. His lips near your ears while telling you the same message, to feel his breath hit against your skin. If he was any closer, you would probably be able to feel his lips on the sensitive back of your neck-
"Are you even paying attention?"
Shit. You stopped walking through the completion tunnel, turning to look at the screen where the scientists normally work behind. Odd.
No one's there.
"Mutt." You perk up at that name.
"Go to your room. Someone will lead you to my office." he orders. You mentally wince as the thought that not listening might've just taken you back from your progress by even just a little bit.
"Yes, Dr. Easterman" you reply before steadily rushing off to your room.
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You walked through the facility halls, following the scientist that Dr. Easterman had sent out. These halls were so unfamiliar. You had grown so used to the repetition of every room, that even an extra hall felt like a drop closer to freedom.
The scientist stops in front of a door while ignoring you, reading some papers in his hand instead. There was a silver plate on the door that read "Dr. Easterman's Office."
You walk into the room that is completely enveloped in dark except for two lamps that keep the enviornment somewhat dimly lit enough to notice the decor in the room. Your hands instinctively try to turn on your nightvision goggles before reminding yourself you weren't in a trial. As your eyes adjust, you notice the man himself, Easterman, in his office chair. His eyes practically glow in this enviornment, and you know he's staring right at you.
"Dr. Easterman," You started to speak merely to break the silence but you were terrified, and he knows it, "I'm... You called me here?"
"You've been performing so well recently. Consistently. You've been doing so wonderfully."
Praise. Dr. Easterman was praising you. Your eyes widened at this, this feeling compared to his harsh tones from before where he had called you mediocre. A mutt that was incapable of being trained. Sloppy. Those words used to repeat in your head during your trials, only leading you to work harder. Maybe that was Dr. Easterman's whole plan. To break you down so you could get up yourself even stronger.
"I think you could be useful, boy." You hear the chair creek as Dr. Easterman stands up, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter from his pockets, the clicking sound of the lighter's flame settled.
"You could be very useful.. You could do something for me, while I give you something in return. How does that sound, mutt?"
Dr. Easterman was a man of temptation. He knew what made his patients click. You nodded. You were his how high, after all.
Dr. Easterman released a small hum of approval, sitting himself on his desk, and raising a singly pant leg up slightly, revealing a long leather strap boot he had been wearing. You look at him with slightly confusion, "Come here, mutt" he orders.
Fuck, that admittedly got you slightly wet, but this wasn't the time. You step closer, swallowing the excess drool that started to build in your mouth. You could feel your heart pace quicker.
Dr. Easterman reaches his hand down to the desk's cabinet, opening it and pulling out an injection.
"I'm sure there's something you desire. Something that will make you feel as whole as getting an A on trials does for the both of us." He speaks gently, "Testosterone would work wonders for you.. or at least that's what you expressed on your file before arriving here"
It was true that testosterone was being deprived in his facility, drugs and food that kept every reagent weaker. This. This was privilege. This was a test.
"For every trial that you get an A on, I expect you to find your way into my office. You will pull down your pants and underwear, and allow me to order one thing from you. After that, you may have your reward." He inserts the needle into a small vial, filling it with a clear liquid, "Is that something you can do, mutt?"
Pull down your pants?
That stuck out to you, but Dr. Easterman didn't let that question go unanswered for too long. You felt him press the tip of his boot against your crotch. It was almost a light tap against your clit which left you shocked and frozen at first.
He wanted you to hump his boot.
Get praised for getting an A on a trial, walk into his room to get questionable sexual relief from this man that stalks your dreams, and then get injected with the one thing that you've desired since your youth?
"Of course, Dr. Easterman" you smile, if you had a tail it would've been wagging ferociously by now.
"Get to it then" He grins.
You eagerly pull down your pants and underwear, already noticing the growing wet spot that had formed. Getting on all fours, you crawl over, hovering your cunt over the leather boot. You look up at Dr. Easterman in hopes that you're doing the right thing. He put the injection down and moves his hand to your hair, "Start, puppy."
You almost whimper at that name, settling your wet cunt on the boot. It's been far too long for this. You haven't had urges like these in so long, and now that you're divulging... you feel greedy. Your brain is practically mush. The slow grinding, enjoying every light moan that escapes you. You can hear your own wetness on his boot.
"That's a good mutt" he praises, tugging at your hair gently.
"Thank you Dr. Easterman"
You proceed, happily feeding into the growing feeling of giving your dick pleasure. The repeated humping, your desperate gaspy moans while the man above you just stares coldly and praises you in this silent room. It's humiliating.
If only he was inside you, if only you could fill that carnal pleasure-- but not right now. This was enough. This was what a mutt like you was meant for. To be used in such a compromising position like this.
That build of pleasure starts to bubble up, your whimpers become into louder moans,
"Look at you. So desperate for a dose. This is what good puppies do for a treat" He chuckles, placing his hand under your chin, "I want you to keep your eyes on me. I want you to see the only man who's allowed to make you feel this pleasure."
Fuck.
He lifts his shoe up slightly and harshly, pressing the part your were grinding on even harder onto your dick. You moan in surprise, but he begins to move his boot along with your movements. He was going to force you to cum like this.
"Such a wet puppy cunt" he mutters, "testosterone is only going to make you so much more desperate"
"Please, Dr. Easterman" You shiver, "I need this. I need to cum, I can't-"
Dr. Easterman keeps the same pace, driving you insane as your legs quiver. His silence in this moment is torturous, knowing he's just staring at you to study your reactions.
"Do it then. Cum on my boots, puppy" he ordered.
A loud whimper slips from you, your hands holding Dr. Easterman's leg closer to you while you grind your clit against the smooth surface of his boots, you can feel the build of your wetness all over the leather.
"Dr. Easterman! I-" Your eyes are stuck up on him, his hand still harshly holding your chin before feeling your clit throb, your whole body shivering as you cum on his boot. You could barely speak. You haven't cum in so long.
"There we go.. look at you" he hums, pulling his boot away, "Normally, I'd make you lick this clean.. but I've decided to be nice as it's your first time"
You sit weakly on the floor, your whole body still feeling the pleasure that overwhelms you. He gets off the table and kneels to reach your level, the injection back in his hand.
"Stay still"
You barely even register the poke of the needle, but it was welcome regardless.
"Thank you Dr. Easterman" You mumble, regaining at least some semblance of dignity.
"Of course Mutt. I'm excited to see your scores from now on."
This is based off of this post I made where I mention how you get flirted with at a skywars tournament by one of Avery’s competitors and then he hunts the guy down when the competition starts.
I think it’s a fun concept so here’s a little Drabble about it!
Spoilers for SFATDE/DAWTDE
Uuuuh A/B/O dynamics? Kinda? A bit? Not sure.
MDNI
Masterlist here!
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Avery hadn’t been this peeved in a while.
He couldn’t be with you and Derek right now, off to the side as he was interviewed by a pushy reporter and his wet-blanket assistant. He was asked a bunch of nonsensical questions that had obvious answers or had nothing to do with the competition about to take place. Annoyance crawled up his non-existent spine, a prickle that made his one-word answers come off harsher than he should’ve let them.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you and Derek standing by the concessions, a man Avery had fought (and beat) before laying the flirting on thick. It was obvious how it was mostly directed at you, Avery’s beautiful, handsome, one of a kind, human boyfriend. Avery watched the prick kiss your hand and get a bit too close before Derek showed up to create some distance, glaring through his helmet. His larger stature and intimidating aura doing little to deter Avery’s competitor from asking you on a date.
You looked uncomfortable, crossing your arms and cocking your head, eyebrow lifted in annoyance, “uh- no. I’m taken.” You gestured up at Derek, who looked a second away from stomping the guy’s face in. Avery felt an odd satisfaction at your reaction, a warmth inside his slime at how fast you shut the guy down.
“Well, if you change your mind, you can come find a real champion.” He waved and turned with a flourish, walking off to one of the interviewers. Derek’s arm tightened where it was wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his side, “are you okay?” His voice was annoyed, staring after the guy to make sure he didn’t decide to come back.
“I’m fine. Dude’s just annoying. Is Avery done yet?” As if on cue, Avery managed to get away from the insistent questions and rush over to the people he held dear. He immediately scooped you off your feet, crushing you against him and rubbing his face against the space between your neck and shoulder. An embarrassing sound left you as you clung to your boyfriend, stomach flipping as you let him indulge in getting his scent all over you.
Something about half mob people being obsessed with their significant others smelling like them? You weren’t too sure.
Avery grumbled angrily as he held you tighter, arms wrapped around your waist and back to keep you flush against him. He wanted to scrub your hand clean where the guy kissed you, bathe you to hell and back, dress you in his shorts and Derek’s hoodie, literally wipe the smell of the guy out of existence.
“Ave..I’m okay. He’s gone.” You tried to soothe your boyfriend, running a hand through the slime locks tied into a low-ponytail on the back of his head, but it didn’t do much to settle his annoyance. He continued to grumble, causing a bit of a scene as Derek ushered all three of you away from the crowds and looking eyes.
“You’re ours.”
“I know Avery, I have no doubt in my mind about that. He’s just a dumbass. I have all I need right here.” That seemed to settle the slime down, but not before he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder and sat you back on your feet. You were almost dizzy with how much of Avery’s scent clung to you, but it wasn’t unwelcome in any way.
Derek cupped Avery’s face in his large hands, kissing the slime man in a way that grounded him back into a calmer, more comfortable reality. Avery sighed when Derek pulled away, lovingly scenting the knight like he’d done to you.
“ALL SKYWARS COMPETITORS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TOWARDS THE STADIUM. THE 2026 SUMMER TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN IN THIRTY MINUTES.”
Avery cursed into Derek’s shoulder, reluctantly pulling away, “That’s my cue.”
“Ours too; we’ve gotta find our seats!” You kissed Avery’s cheek, “knock em dead! We’ll be cheering you on!”
“Love you guys.” Avery waved as Derek led you towards the seating meant for the competitor’s family and friends, “love you too!”
Oh- he wasn’t only going to win, he was going to demolish these amateurs.
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Derek and you sat down in your assigned booth, a perfect view of Avery’s starting point. The two of you watched him be dropped onto one of the many floating islands, cheering and shouting as he quickly began gathering scattered equipment and supplies. He was one of the first to bridge to the middle of the map, gathering the rare items piled around. He was clad in diamond armor, wielding an enchanted diamond sword, equipped with plenty of building materials, and tons of distractions like snowballs and cobwebs.
Oddly though, he ignored every chance to take out other competitors, beelining across the map to where the man who had flirted with you earlier was still collecting himself. It was almost like your boyfriend became possessed, a gleam in his eyes as he used an ender pearl to teleport behind the man. The two engaged in an intense sword fight for a moment, but Avery crouched, swiping the guy’s legs out from under him and sending him to the ground.
He leered down at the man, face morphed into a snarl as he raised his sword above his head, “stay away from my boyfriends.”
“What?-“ the man barely had a chance to answer, taken out of the game in record time. It was maybe the worst timing anyone had ever gotten at this high of a point in their career. The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling in the stands around you and Derek. The knight beside you shared a shocked look with you, knowing exactly what that had been about.
“AVERYTHEMAYO TAKES OUT FAKENAME2026 IN RECORD TIME! TO TAKE SOMEONE OUT SO EARLY IN THE GAME ISN’T UNCOMMON, BUT GOING ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE MAP TO DO SO?! UNHEARD OF!”
The commentator wasn’t wrong, it was a crazy move, but damn, he went through all that trouble for you? You felt fuzzy and warm the rest of the tournament, leaning against Derek as you both watched your boyfriend demolish the competition.
You were gonna kiss the hell out of him later.
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That’s it for now! A lil silly but ugggghhh love a possessive Avery you have no ideaaaa RAAAAAH
Hope you guys enjoyed! Have a nice day and stay safe!
Happy Trans Day of Visibility! Let’s pretend I got this out on time.
The routine was the same every Tuesday: right after you got out of the shower, you taped your chest and then Wanda helped you with your weekly T shot. You sat on counter next to the sink, watching as she carefully drew up a syringe and switched the needle.
"Alright, baby. Take a deep breath for me," she instructed, pinching the skin on your stomach and pushing in the needle on the your exhale. She quickly capped the syringe and threw it into the sharps container before placing a bandaid over the small bit of blood on your abdomen. "Perfect. 'T is for Triceratops'," she giggled and kissed the bandage. "And now my big strong triceratops has got his T too." She stood between your legs and kissed your forehead, wiping your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek with her thumb. "My handsome boy."
You leaned forward and rested your head on her chest, letting her arms envelop you.
"Mmm you're still so warm from the shower," she hummed, pulling your half naked body flush against hers and resting her head on yours.
"Tuesdays are my favorite days," you mumbled against her chest. "You always make it so special.”
"It is special," she said, pulling back to get a better look at you. "My sweet little boy is… becoming the man he was always meant to be. I love watching you grow and change and…" she paused and then rubbed your chin, "grow little beard hairs. And a mustache. And get all big and muscley." Her hand wrapped around your bicep and she squeezed your muscles.
You subtly flexed, trying to impress her. She noticed, but didn't point it out directly. Instead, she just smiled and said "you're getting so strong. I think I'm starting to see some abs too. And-" She froze as her eyes traced down your chest and stomach to your boxers. There was a slight bulge between your legs she'd never seen before. "Oh. He's new."
Your face went red when you suddenly realized what she was looking at. You opened your mouth to explain, but Wanda already had her fingers under your waistband, sliding it down. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you simply raised your hips off the counter, allowing her to pull the underwear off your hips.
Wanda's mouth fell open as soon as she saw it. She knelt down in front of the counter, resting her head on the inside of your thigh. "Oh. Well look at you," she whispered, clearly no longer talking to you. "Aren't you the most precious thing I've ever seen?" A shiver ran up your spine when her knuckles lightly brushed against your swollen cock.
"I-it gets excited after my shot. I think the testosterone makes it-" You were cut off with a sharp inhale as Wanda took you into her mouth, running her tongue lightly up the underside of your shaft.
"Mmm," she hummed, "you've gotten so big, baby. Look at this handsome little guy." She bumped her nose against you, then pressed a gentle kiss to your sensitive tip.
You buried your hands in her hair, holding tight as she traced your length with her tongue. Your knuckles were white as you threw your head back, pushing it against the mirror. Almost subconsciously, your hips started to rolled in rhythm with her mouth.
"My sweet baby," she cooed. "All this time you've been getting so worked up after your shots, and mommy's left you all alone to take care of it yourself, hasn't she? My poor little boy's probably been humping his pillow, haven't you?"
"N-no I… I tried but… I had to… I used the arm of the couch," you confessed
"Aww," she frowned, rubbing her hands soothingly against your thigh. "Poor thing. So desperate you had to go to living room where anyone could've seen you, yeah?"
"Y-yeah," you breathed. "I-I can't help it. The medicine. It just makes me so…"
"It's okay, sweetheart. I understand," she assured. "How about from now on, whenever we do your shots on Tuesday, mama can give your special little guy some attention, yeah? I bet it will help him grow even bigger too."
"You think so?" You asked, looking down into her big green eyes.
Wanda answered by sucking you back into her mouth and flicking her tongue against your swollen tip. The sensation made your body spasm, leaving you twitching and gasping for air.
"Such a sensitive little guy," she whispered, more to your dick than to you. "Aww look at him twitching for me. He knows his mama, doesn't he?"
When she started bobbing her head up and down, you couldn't help but hold her in place. "Mama! Mama, I'm gonna…." You twitched and tensed before going limp against the counter.
Wanda pulled away, watching with awe and fascination as your dick weakly pulsed, exhausted from your orgasm. She wanted nothing more than to keep going, but she thought better of it. This time she would give you a rest.
On instinct, you curled in on yourself, allowing her to gather you up into her arms.
"Alright my little triceratops," she whispered, lifting you off the cool counter. "You got your T and your O. Now I think it's time for the B E D."
You laughed, curling your hand around the strap on her shoulder. "I love Tuesday. Tuesday is my favorite day."
Heya! Could I please get Longan x Dragon reader? Fluff Please and thank you!
[Longan Dragon Cookie x Dragon!Reader]
[one shot] [fluff]
Longan Dragon Cookie petted your head affectionately as you both gazed out across the ancient landscape. The ivory dragon had revived the island of the past, and you admired the sight of dinosaurs flying past the window and the lush jungles that had sprung up under the pale moonlight. You were so close to the return of the age of dragons. You would follow Longan Dragon Cookie anywhere and do anything for them. Unlike some other dragons, you knew where your loyalties lie.
"You can rest. I will be staying awake for a little longer." Longan Dragon Cookie said. You turned to them and nodded with a sweet smile. Trotting off to your bed chambers, you left Longan Dragon Cookie alone to stare out at the scenery.
Instead of sleeping, you decided to make yourself even more useful to Longan Dragon Cookie and clean the palace a little while they thought about their next move. You knew they wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, they were too fixated on the world outside.
After some light dusting, you wandered into the seldom-used kitchen and got out a kettle. Perhaps a cup of tea would help calm Longan Dragon Cookie. You boiled the water and poured the steaming liquid into an elegant teapot to steep. Your tail lashed from side to side impatiently as the tea steeped. Once the tea was ready, you poured the dark liquid into a delicate tea cup and set everything neatly on a metal serving tray. The aroma of the tea wafted past your nose, and the lavender scent made you feel sleepy. You picked up the tray and carried it to Longan Dragon Cookie's study, where you found them standing in the same spot where you left them hours ago. They were ruminating on their vision, wondering and endlessly meditating over the other dragon's alliances and where their allegiances lie. You brought the tray to them and smiled warmly.
"Still pondering about Cookies, Longan Dragon Cookie?" You asked. The Ivory Dragon turned to you in surprise, as if they had just realized how long they had been standing there. Their gaze then fell to the metal serving tray in your hands.
"I did not order you to make this." They said slowly.
"I know, I wanted to make you some tea. Maybe it will help you sleep." You said. Longan Dragon Cookie blinked and took the small teacup in their claws and inhaled the soothing scent of lavender and honey. They tentatively took a sip while gazing out at the landscape. There was a pause.
"It's good. Thank you." Longan Dragon Cookie said quietly after a moment. You giggled and gently grabbed their chin, turning the Ivory Dragon's head to face you, and surprising them with a kiss on their forehead, right below their horn.
"When you're done, come and join me in bed. Try not to stay up all night, ok? You need rest." You murmured. The Ivory Dragon stared at you with wide eyes, taken aback by your sudden display of affection. You felt your heart flutter nervously at the look on their face, but before they could scold you, you turned on your heel and made your escape back to your room.
"Good night, Longan Dragon Cookie!" You called over your shoulder.
You got comfortable in your bed, piled high with soft pillows and numerous blankets all woven into a nest. You yawned and curled up to sleep when the door to your room opened. Longan Dragon Cookie slipped inside silently, their gold, piercing eyes studied you. They approached you slowly and climbed into your bed. Your heart jumped into your throat and you scooted to the side to make room for them. The Ivory Dragon settled down and snuggling against you. Your arms instinctively wrapped around them, holding them close to you. You sighed happily. Your heart melted as you basked in the warmth of the embrace.
"It's been some time since I have done something like this." Longan Dragon Cookie admitted.
"It's nice." You agreed, nuzzling closer to the larger dragon.
"It is... nice." They replied. Longan Dragon Cookie closed their eyes and breathed deeply and you watched them relax into your embrace. Sleepiness overcame you and your consciousness drifted away to blissful dreams.
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While it may have started in the back hallways of the IT offices, the situation between you and your hybrid coworker had ambled its way into something more after hours.
The office had long since emptied out, leaving you and your coworker in a messy tangle of limbs, he'd given you multiple chances to back out or pull away, endless moments where you could have told him no and ended this on the spot but here you are. Your button up is ruined, binder now in desperate need of a wash, sweat soaking through the pits and drool staining the edge of your collar as you can feel the strain on your neck from looking down, from watching as your coworker ruts himself between your thighs, hands keeping them pressed together as he frots against you, grunting loudly as he calls you a 'little bull'.
The shadows cast by his antlers are heavy, shadowing out most of you bison as you finally look up at him, fingers digging into his cheeks as you pull him down into a kiss. The noise of shock he lets out is worth it, sure he is bigger than you, strong from his hybrid nature, but as you nip at his bottom lip and slip your tongue into his mouth you know you have control in this moment.
Clenching your thighs together you push forward, finger tangling in his hair and keeping him locked in the kiss, each attempt to pull back is met with a snarled 'no' as you tug his lips back against your own.
The two of you might not be able to fight for dominance in the more traditional idea, locking horns and pushing at each other, but as you push him back into his chair grinding against the length of his cock, kissing him breathless, you know that this is a far better solution for the both of you.
You can feel him moan into the kiss, pulling back to pant as he shudders, it's a few moments more of your hips rocking and grinding before you feel it. Wet, heavy spurts that practically dribble down your chest and his shirt as he cums, you can feel each pulse and throb of his cock as you keep humping against him, working to get yourself off as he pants and whimpers softly below you.
This is a short second part to this drabble
Once again feedback is always welcome, especially as I want to be able to more confidently write for trans readers at some point.
As the seasons changed Will eventually came to accept that his feelings aren't going away.
He liked men and although he knew his mom would accept him for that he wasn't sure if you would feel the same way so he kept it to himself.
"Earth to Will" you waved your hand in front of his face. He got lost in his own head again it seems.
"Oh uh sorry" He apologised,his face turning red.
"It's okay" You reassured with a smile. "Robin was just saying-"
You explained Robin's plan in a hushed voice. Joyce would be upset if she knew you were taking Will with you.
"Yeah that sounds good" He tried to avoid looking at you for too long because he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to pry his eyes away from your face that seemed so effortlessly perfect in every which way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vecna managed to infiltrate the military base and the soldiers were dropping like flies.
You faught off the creatures with Steve's baseball bat that was wrapped in barbed wire in hopes of the spiky metal doing more damage.
It took more effort and time with this weapon but you didn't know how to operate a gun.
You used the bat to bash in he already writhing and injured monster's skull in.
Will's cries of pain made you pause in your actions. You saw him writhing on the ground. His body curling itself into a ball as if the pain would stop if he somehow just looked smaller.
"Will?" You feet moved on instinct and before you could even register you were crouching down by his side. "What's wrong? What hurts?" Your hands hovered as you scanned him for any injuries,afraid that by touching him you'd make things worse.
Your brother was dead and Max was in a coma. You couldn't stand the thought of losing him too.
"E-everything" he muttered in between broken sobs. Your heart ached for him and you tried to soothe him but you felt helpless. No matter how much you wanted to you couldn't stop the pain he was experiencing.
"It's okay. It's okay"
Will felt two strong hands wrap around him as he was slung over your shoulder.
Your right hand held onto the bat as you ran to get him to safety. The truck near the gate might be a good place for Will to hide until the monsters were dead.
After all he wasn't bleeding from what you saw so hopefully the Demogorgons wouldn't be able to find him easily there.
Unfortunately there was one problem. One of the monsters strayed from the main area and emerged from the spot you were heading to.
It screeched and ran right towards you two. "Shit"
You had to drop Will and use your bat to keep the creature away from your friend.
It didn't do much damage unfortunately but you managed. A second creature emerged from behind you. It's long claws sliced at your back and made you cry out in pain.
You stumbled. That small mistake would've cost you your life. The creature lunged again,it's claws about a hair from your face.
You closed your eyes and braces for impact but for some reason it never hit you. When you looked again the creature was still in the same position with the monster floating in the air. It's bones snapped and it dropped dead.
You saw Will standing with white eyes and a bleeding nose and finally you understood that he was the one who saved your life.
As the pain got worse Will felt like this was the end of his life. He saw snippets of his life. His mother,brother,friends and most importantly you.
In the distance your groans of pain made him snap out of his dazed trip down memory lane. His vision was blurry but he could see that you were in danger and suddenly he felt this new motivation to try to get up.
He was used to being called a coward. He remembers those times he failed to protect you against not only Vecna but against the bullies at your school. Afraid to intervene for he knew that meant you'd both end up with targets on your backs.
He saw the creature reach out to maul you. "No!" reached out with a strong sense of desperation brewing inside him. He can't lose you. He just can't.
He didn't fully register what was happening. His vision went white and there was a loud crack as the Demogorgons fell to the ground like they were nothing.
He was levitating in the air. He wiped at the warm liquid that he felt dripping from his nose,unable to even register that it was his own blood.
Only seconds after he fell to the floor and passed out.
...You guys broke me down. I found out that the pretty man... has an English accent... but then I didn't have time to watch because of the move... I making time now so... here you go.
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[minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.]
