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lucrativesoul · 11 months

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Roadstop

summary: your car breaks down on a deserted road at midnight. you have no signal, it’s getting colder, and you are five miles away from help; you’re stranded. a stranger offers his help to you, and you find a way to pass the time.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 7.8k

warnings: smut, oral (male recieving), bondage (very softcore), don’t trust strangers this much

a/n: i kind of hate this title and i also don’t love this one but I hope i made it work. going to immediately start one that i’m actually into. this one’s shorter than the last one, but they might all fall around the same word count from now on. again, i can’t stress how thankful i am for the love on ‘the assistant’ as well as my headcanon blurbs, 900+ notes on the fic and 300+ on the headcanons, you guys are too nice. i can’t wait to come back soon with the next fic! enjoy :3

You thought back for a brief second, clearing your head as best you could to gauge your current situation.

In the backseat of a tinted SUV, you were straddled over a thick set of thighs, that of which belonged to a man twice your build, who was bound at the wrists in front of him. The waistband of his jeans were dangerously low and his shirt was somewhere in the front seat. His breathing was shaky and he was looking at you with hooded eyelids, loving every moment of this situation.

What was the catalyst to this exact interaction? Let’s see…

–

Earlier

As badly as you wanted to scream, to cry, to blame everyone else but yourself, this was all on you, and you knew it. There were plenty of ways to avoid this situation.

Your car was toast. Literally. The steam was coming out in soft puffs, and you were thanking every deity up there that it was only steam and not smoke, because it was dead winter, too cold for even snow to fall, and you did not want to get out of your car. How can a car even overheat in 10 degree weather?

The road trip back home was close to three hours and you were nearing the second one when a light started flashing on your dashboard. Inclined to ignore it, but knowing the risks of doing so, you pulled over, hoping for a brief stop.

The road was dark. It made you a little cautious to step out, but this wasn't a common place for people to pull over, but you were unsure if you could make it the next five miles to the rest stop. It was only a two lane road, trees on both sides of you. The worst, you decided, was a deer deciding to dash out and body slam you. You should move quick enough to avoid that.

Looking behind to make sure no one was suddenly driving by, you briskly opened your door and walked to the front of the car. Finding the latch and pulling it aside, you lifted the hood, and a puff of metallic smelling steam hit your face. You backed up, letting it clear, before going in again. Well, you observed, the engine is definitely still there.

Shutting it and shuffling back to your car, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Should you call a tow service? You didn't know where you were. Should you call the police? They would probably tell you to call the non-emergency line and then tell you to call a tow service. Should you call your friend? She would probably call you stupid, then tell you to call a tow service. That one was the most comfortable, though.

It was, after all, her fault you were here. It’s easy enough to cast the blame on the friend that moved this far away that you had to plan out a whole weekend just to hang out. But, once again, it was on you for deciding to leave this late.

She answered after one ring. “Hey, I’m in trouble.”

“Of course you are. What happened now?” She didn’t sound incredibly concerned.

“I don’t know. I think my car’s overheating. I’m scared to keep driving it.”

She gasped. “It’s only been like… an hour and a half? You’re probably in the woods.”

“If darkness and trees means woods then yes, that’s precisely where I am.”

“You need to get a tow, or something.” Knew it. “Do you see mile markers?”

You leaned forward in your seat, straining to see something that isn’t there. “No, I can’t see. I don't remember passing any either. I’m a few miles away from a rest stop, but, I really don’t–”

Dial tone.

Pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the screen, you wanted to scream even more now. “Fuck!” You shouted out to nobody. No service. You wasted your last few moments of contact, and now you had nothing.

You sat for a moment, stilling your beating heart and trying to think rationally. Walking was out of the question. You nearly froze just going to open the hood. You could wait for service to come back, probably in waves, you might lose a call again. It was the only choice. The call to 911 would be quick, and if you lost service, they would know where you are from pinging you, and if they couldn’t reach you again, they would come find you. It was the best you could hope for.

Settling back into your seat, the last few wisps of orange light disappearing behind the trees, you were ready to wait.

–

You dragged your hands up and down the man’s torso, watching his muscles constrict and hearing delicious whines pour from his lips. He threw his head back onto the seat behind him, unable to look away from your body for even a second, even to blink. You could see the way his jaw tensed and relaxed, you could tell he wanted to say something, but he obeyed you, and he didn’t say a word.

You knew he was staring at the way your body curved and dipped, the way your frame was visible as you had also taken your shirt off, left in only a bra and the jacket that he had put on over you. He was probably ready to cum untouched at just the idea of you wearing his jacket alone, nevermind with nothing on underneath.

Your fingers teased at the waistband of his pants, flitting your fingertips back and forth over the button of his jeans. You could see the way his erection was pressing hard through them, twitching ever so often as you kept your eyes on him. You, yourself, were desperate to pull it out and put your mouth on it, but you couldn’t let him see that.

“It’s tempting,” You whispered into the space between you two. “I want to take it right now,” He strained again, both his hard cock and his upper body, his arms slightly tugging at the restraints. “But I need you to beg for it…” You palmed his dick hard, and his lips parted in a moan. The sound made you even wetter than you already were. His hips bucked upward, moving the both of you, but with one steady hand to the chest, he was still.

You knew well enough that he could bust out of the restraints at any second, he was strong enough to do that and probably tie you up even more securely than you had tied him. But, the mere idea that he was sitting there, being a good boy for you and letting you have him as he was, well, that idea alone had you foaming at the mouth, wanting to take control of him.

This wasn’t the first time you were making someone sit still and be a good boy for you, but it was the first time that a man had you dizzy trying to enforce those rules in the first place.

“Tell me,” You spoke, a sultry look in your eyes, you leaned in just a tad to get in his face. “Do you need it?”

He sighed out as if he had been holding his breath. “Yes, please, I need it so bad…” He nearly tripped over his words trying to force them out, showing you how bad he needed you to touch him, to suck him off, to ride him. Yes, you needed it to, but you couldn’t give it to him without a little bit of teasing involved.

“Do you now…” Your hands wandered up his torso again, fingers gently wrapping around the base of his neck, now even squeezing, and he tipped his head back with a sigh. You peeled your hands off, tracing his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, and settled your hands over his. “If you keep being good, you can be released and touch me.” You felt his muscles strain again. “Not yet, though.”

He swallowed with the implication. Moving your hips forward, you grinded down onto him, making him screw his eyes shut and groan. Your own heartbeat quickened at the action, and for your own sake as well, you were going to need to speed this up.

You leaned forward once more, mouth next to his ear, lips ghosting around the shell. “You’ll be my good boy and let me suck it, won’t you?”

A shrill whine, then, “Yes, yes, I’ll be your good boy, I promise, please, you can suck it. Please,” His voice was cutting in and out between a whisper and its full depth, you could tell he was worked up, and while you loved the chase of it all, you couldn’t help but to give in and treat yourself, as well.

Your hands fell to his jeans again, hovering over the button. You pressed a kiss into his jawline. “Good boy.”

–

Earlier

This was much more boring than you anticipated. You wanted to scroll through your phone so badly, but you knew you needed to conserve battery. There wasn’t much in the way of entertainment in your car, merely your overnight bag in the back with your clothes in it, your laptop buried at the bottom for work, and your water bottle which was almost empty now. You kept checking every 5 minutes for a service signal, watching as the percent in the corner slowly ticked down.

It was growing colder by the minute in your car, and you had a blanket over your lap trying to conserve what you could. You felt like you were trapped in the wild, stranded with no food, no communication, when realistically you were only a hair outside of the nearest civilization.

No one had driven by yet. It was odd for no one to be taking this road at this time, at least one or two people would be coming by, maybe even a freight truck, but so as your luck worked out, there was not a soul tonight.

You were getting tired now, but your nerves were too lit up to allow yourself to fall asleep. Resting your head back against the car seat, staring out into darkness, your mind began to wander.

How many deer were out in these woods right now? Probably none, with the way your eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness now, you could spot one a mile away. It would be the only movement. What was your friend doing? Was she still trying to call you? Clearly she hadn’t called anyone for help, as it’s been a rough 30 minutes since you lost service, and the nearest city was just outside of where you sat. They would have gotten there in 15 max. Was it possible to freeze to death in just a few hours within the confines of your car, even though you were nowhere near that point yet?

Just then, your head shot forward as you spotted light behind you. Finally, a person! You straightened out and pulled the blanket off of you, debating if you should step out or not. That would definitely get their attention, but what if they were in the right lane and they hit you? Surely there would be no point in waiting for signal after that.

You didn’t even need to make a decision, as you put your hand on the door handle to step out into the brisk air, the headlights suddenly swerved and became aligned with you. They grew bigger and bigger, you were sure they were going to hit you, but they stopped.

You stared, scared, but knew this was your only shot at help. You stepped out.

The car that pulled up behind you stayed running, lights still shining, and you squinted to see past them. It looked like an SUV, much bigger than your own sedan, and could definitely do this drive without overheating no problem.

The driver’s side door opened, but you only saw the silhouette of it, still trying to block the headlights. You lifted your hand to your eyes to do so, and you saw a man get out. Ideally, for safety, you would have wanted a woman, but you couldn’t be picky when this was the first person you saw for almost an hour.

He walked over to you, and placed himself in front of the headlight so you could see him. Now, backlit, you could see the bulky build of a man, donned in a leather jacket with a fur collar, long hair falling down to his cheekbones, his breaths rolling off in slow puffs. He stood a good distance away from you, probably aware of how you might be feeling in this situation.

“You need help?” No shit, you wanted to answer, but couldn’t choke the words up.

“Uh, yeah, I got stuck.” You turned briefly to look at the car. “It overheated. I lost signal to call for help.”

The man nodded, walking around you and over to the hood of your car. He bent over and lifted it, messing around in there for a few seconds. You took one step closer to him, hugging yourself for warmth, now missing the inside of your car.

He shut it suddenly and walked back over. “You probably just have no antifreeze left. I don’t have any in my car, though. Do you know if you happen to have any?”

You stood staring at him for another second. “I’m gonna guess no, considering I’m not totally sure what you mean.” You could see him clearly now, standing in front of his headlights. His face was covered in dark shadows from his hair and the contours of his face, his deep brow casting darkness into his eyes, but you could still see they were blue. He had on a dark t-shirt, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination to picture the figure underneath. You met his eyes again.

He just nodded. “That’s alright. Not something you tend to prepare for.” He walked closer to you, but you stood your ground and let him approach you. “Want to come down the road with me to get some? There’s a 24/7 convenience just a few miles away. I can have you out of here within the hour.” You said nothing. You weren’t sure if you entirely wanted to do that, but you also didn’t want him to not come back at all. As if sensing your inner turmoil, he stuck his hand out towards you. “Leon Kennedy. I work for the state. I’m on the way home from a detail.”

You slowly extended your own hand, telling him your name. His hand was warm. You didn’t want to let go. “Detail? Are you a cop?”

He shrugged. “Sort of. I don’t want to leave you here. You should warm up.” You looked back at his car, still running, positive that the heat was blasting, and you gave in.

“Okay. But don’t think about trying anything. I can put up a hell of a fight, you know.”

He laughed. “You have my word.”

You walked around to the passengers side and hopped in, hoisting yourself up into the surprisingly high cabin. You looked at the dash as he settled in, getting comfortable with the space. This was a much newer car than you were used to.

His phone was connected to the bluetooth, music rumbling quietly out of the speakers. Deftones. Maybe I can trust him for now.

You subconsciously settled into the seat, the warmth enveloping you. The ride was much smoother than your own car, and you knew you weren’t going to stop the comparisons until this experience was over. You kept an eye to the left of you, still needing to be alert, you were in a stranger's car after all, even though you knew his name and job, that didn’t mean anything.

You saw him sneak a glance over at you, and you shot your eyes back down to the display on the dashboard.

“You like them?” He hit a button on the steering wheel and turned the volume up a few notches. You could still hear him clearly.

“Of course.” You let the silence hang for a second. Testing the waters, “If it was country, I might have had to pull a tuck and roll.”

He barked another laugh. At least he wasn’t stoic. “You’re lucky you didn’t catch me on a Wednesday, then.” You giggled. After saying nothing else, he continued. “What brought you to this position anyways?”

You sighed. “One of my good friends lives out here, about an hour away or so. I was on my way home. I know I shouldn’t have left this late, but in my defense, I didn;t know my car was going to overheat, so…”

He hummed. “That’s not your fault. It happens. Can’t prepare for those things, again.”

You looked out the window to the pitch black nothingness as you rode past. You looked back over at him, he had his right forearm on the console while his left hand steered. “You seemed too prepared to stop, though. What if I killed you?”

His mouth quirked, and you couldn’t help but repeat it. “I could handle it if you tried to.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I could have surprised you. I’m stronger than I look. Men love to doubt the ones that are smaller than them.”

The smile on his face didn’t falter. “And what are you capable of against a man like me, then?”

“I don’t think you want to find out. I’m dominating, you know.” Wait… what? You truly didn’t mean it to sound like that, but you couldn’t suck the words back up. You just furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself, and blamed the lack of sleep, the cold, your aggravation, whatever you could. Regardless of the words you couldn’t take back, Leon didn’t stop smiling. He turned his head a degree in your direction, and you could still see him out of your peripheral.

A few minutes later, the convenience came into view and he pulled into the lot. You squinted at the bright lights of the parking lot.

“Hang tight, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You only nodded, watching him stalk away into the building. You decided, seeing his full body in the lights, if you had met him under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t peg him as the helpful type of guy. His gait was strong, like it said Don’t fuck with me, or else. It almost made you giddy, knowing that you were the one being helped when he wouldn’t have otherwise. Like, in a romance book, when the bad boy doesn’t like anyone, but likes you.

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had thought it would be. Maybe he was lightening up his personality so he wouldn’t scare you on purpose. If he really was just a helpful guy, the last thing he would want is to scare a young girl in the middle of nowhere at midnight.

You were getting comfortable in the seat now, the heat wrapping around you, making you dread having to go back out into your cold car. You sighed even harder when you remembered that you still had a long ride to go before you could even go to bed.

Leon walked out of the store and back to the car, bottle of antifreeze in hand, and you tensed up when the cold air hit your skin as he opened the door.

He watched you as he lowered himself into the seat. “I didn’t mean it literally. You could have moved.”

You shrugged with a smile as he closed the door again. “I didn’t need to.”

After a few minutes of chatting and listening to music, you arrived back at your car after needing to loop around to get back onto the right side of the road. You sighed and hit your head back against the seat of the car.

“What’s the sigh for? You get to go now.” Leon unblocked his seatbelt and took the bottle from where he left it on the console.

“Yeah, but it’s cold. I don’t want to get out.”

Leon grinned softly. “So don’t. I’ll be right back.”

You sat and soaked up the heat while he went back over to your car, popped the hood, and disappeared behind it for a few minutes. You could only wonder how cold he must have been right now. Probably not very, maybe only his hands and neck, that jacket looks warm enough. You were stupid to only put a zip up on.

You looked down at your lap, then your gaze wandered to the interior of the car. It was very clean here. Leon did seem like the type to want to take care of his vehicle, and you were afraid to make any sort of move in case you put dirt on anything.

The backseat was empty, not even an extra piece of clothing (which there was plenty of in your own backseat), and you wondered how it was even possible for someone to be this neat.

You looked back through the windshield to see that Leon was still working in your hood. Your eyes fell lower to the glove compartment.

Realistically, this wouldn’t be the worst thing you could do right now, since you didn’t know Leon, and you could pass it off by wanting to assure yourself that you were safe, but at the same time, you felt guilty even thinking about it, since Leon had been nothing but nice to you so far. He trusted you enough to leave you alone in his pristine car while he helped you out.

That alone made you shift your gaze back up, pushed the thought of snooping down, and settled in to see Leon walking back to his car.

“Alright, you should be all set now. Hopefully it doesn’t happen again for another long while.” He shut the door next to him, and you gazed out at your car, making no moves.

“How much?” You rolled your head over to look at him.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brow.

“The antifreeze. How much was it?”

He breathed out a laugh, not moving much. “I don’t want your money.”

You shrugged. “You didn’t need to do this for me, this is the least I could do for your help.”

Leon simply looked at you. “I stopped because I wanted to help. I don’t want your money.”

You stared at him. His eyes were half lidded, a small smile was gracing his features. He was lit up from the light of his display screen, still softly playing Deftones. You could see the texture of his face, his lips, his hair. He was unmoving under the scrutiny of your gaze; yet so were you.

“I can put up a fight. I’ll make you take it.”

His smile grew. “So the legend goes, as you’ve told me.” He moved his right arm to come back and rest on the console in between you two. “I’m not going to accept it, though.”

“So, what? Am I gonna have to force you to take it? Cause I’m not leaving until you do.” You settled right back into the seat. Leon kept smiling at you. “I’m defiant. And I’ll get my way. If I have to slap you around to take it.” Leon hummed and quirked an eyebrow at your words. It only added fuel to your confidence fire. “Even if I have to tie you down to prevent you from fighting.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, showing you meant business, but he remained still. “Is that so?” You nodded. You saw him tighten his grip around the steering wheel, but the action didn’t frighten you. You could hear in his tone that he was mostly relaxed. You almost felt bad for being like this– it was late at night and he, too, was on his way home, but you simply couldn’t let this good deed go unrewarded.

“Open that.” His voice cut through your thoughts, his tone light, but his voice deep. You met his eyes to see where he was looking, which was in the direction of the glove compartment. See, you told yourself, good karma can aid curiosity. You looked at it and hesitated a moment, trying to scan your brain as quickly as possible to see if this would be a trick. After a few seconds, when you thought of nothing, you reached over.

Tumbling forward as soon as you swung the compartment open was a small black bag, maybe about the size of a water bottle. It stopped on the door itself, and you made no move to grab it. You simply looked over at Leon.

He was watching you intensely, his smile had disappeared, but his look was not stern or angry. It made your stomach twist with… something, but what exactly, you couldn’t tell. You slowly swung your gaze back over to it.

“I hope those weren’t empty threats you were throwing at me.” You kept your eyes on the bag, but the pieces started falling in place around you. In a whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear, Leon said, “Can’t you show me what you are capable of?”

Ice and fire ran through your veins simultaneously as you reached out to grab the bag, noticing upon touching it that it was smooth, silky. Holding it in your hands, you rotated it to find the opening. You could feel Leon staring at you.

Finding the opening and flipping it downwards, you held onto the bag as you dumped the contents into your hands. A tightly wound bundle of black rope fell out.

You couldn’t form words for a minute, struggling to find air in your lungs. The rope was just as soft as the bag was, and you knew exactly why, exactly what the use intended for this was. You turned your head slowly to look over at Leon again. His head had rolled back to rest on the back of the car seat, but his gaze never left yours.

You found the energy to speak. “You come prepared for these types of situations?”

A slow smile blossomed on his features again. “I don’t usually need it. I guess, I never find myself wanting to use it.” He turned his head, looking back at the dash now, almost embarrassed at his words. A smirk was fighting its way through on your features. He licked his lips, then turned back to you. “I think now… maybe I do.”

You breathed a laugh, and turned the bundle over in your hands. “How am I going to hold up to my word if you want to use this on me?”

Leon leaned forward just a tad, looking you deep in the eyes. The blue light coming off of the digital display screen lit up his face, and though color was distorted, his cheeks had more hue to them.

“I don’t want to tie you up…” You tilted your head up at the sudden realization. You held eye contact.

“A big man like you? I didn’t imagine you’d be wanting me to do that to you…” You spoke slowly, not trying to give the impression that you were against the idea. Because, truly, you weren’t, at all. The idea of having him bound for you made your lungs cut the air supply short and had your knees weak. The power you felt sitting in this seat was immeasurable, hearing that the man who was twice your size wanted you to remove his sense of control, well, it had you thrumming with anticipation.

Leon huffed a laugh. He looked down, obviously slightly ashamed at having admitted this. “Well, you haven’t had much time to get to know me.”

You shifted in your seat, turning to him, bending slightly to get him to look into your eyes again. “So tell me, then. I have the time to listen.”

He attempted a shrug, and leaned back at the same time so you could see his face clearer now. Some of his hair was covering his eyes, but you left it, though you did think about moving it for him. “I’m 27, I used to be a cop, still affiliated though, I do some late night stuff at the station…” He looked over. “I did just want to help you. Even if there was no one in the car, I probably would have stopped anyway.” You nodded, listening to every word. “I…” He trailed off, looking for the words to say. “I don’t… do much else. I’m not that interesting.”

“You have no girlfriend or wife?” You whispered, and though you knew, hoped, the answer would be no, you wanted to know why he thought the answer was no.

He shook his head, as predicted. “I don’t seem to have luck.” He laughed lowly, almost in a self-deprecating manor.

“Well, I hope this isn’t always how you try to pick up women, it’s kind of scary, you know.” You laughed, and he smiled with you.

“I never particularly bothered to go looking. I just figured they would come around.”

“You can’t always bet on fate like that, it might not get you anywhere.” You shrugged.

He raised an eyebrow. “It did tonight, though.”

You nodded, seeing the irony in the night. After a second of silence, you slightly shifted your position again. “So, now what? A man like you has me in your car, holding rope, that you already had in here, by the way, and you’re telling me you want me to use it to show you what I’m capable of.”

He shrugged and leaned back, breaking eye contact for a moment. A small smile played on his lips. “Well…” He sighed. “I think it will keep you warmer than you would be in your car.”

The two of you migrated to the backseat without another word. Something shifted in the air, some silent agreement had settled in between you two, and the moment the doors shut behind you, mouths on one another, heat rising, hands slithering in between, leaving no inch of skin left untouched. Leon was quick to snake his warm hands up your shirt and hike it over your head, but you let him, followed quickly by his own. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss became sloppy, greedy, you would have succumbed to it then and there if there wasn’t a promise to uphold.

You raked your hand through his hair, soft as silk, and gripped at the base of his head, making him moan into the kiss. The hand he placed on your waist gripped the flesh, and with one swift movement, you swung your leg over his to straddle him. It was already like he was at your mercy before you even took anything away from him, and it only made him look all the more desperate for you.

The kiss broke, and for a second the two of you were just staring at each other. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, which you had discovered with your hands before even seeing it, that it was incredibly toned, and you almost didn’t even want to stop touching him. HIs hands rested on your hips, holding you in place on top of him, eyes full of lust.

He shook his head slowly, forming a thought. “Are you sure you weren’t in charge of fate to make me find you tonight?”

You grinned, running your hands up his torso, you just couldn’t stop yourself. “If I was, don’t you think I would have made it a little more convenient for us?”

He sighed at your touch, head rolling backwards, closing his eyes. After a low hum of satisfaction, he replied. “I guess so… What about fate the second time around?” Your hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the texture underneath your palms, all of the skin and bone and muscle. You pushed yourself down into his lap, already feeling his hardening dick through his jeans, making him groan louder, and you sigh in relief.

“We haven’t even gotten started and you are already thinking of round two…” You leaned in, teasing a breath along his neck, then gently licking on his jawline. The skin of your stomach felt the heat that he was producing, and you pressed your bodies together, the contact feeling like bliss.

“I already know I’ll need you again.” He said in a whisper, and the sheer intensity that it caused within you made you lean in and bite the tender skin under his jaw, and he moaned, gripping your waist even tighter.

Your hands kept running along his skin, desperate to get even more contact between you two. Your mind was getting foggy with desire, needing to be as close to Leon as possible, as much as the small space in his backseat would allow. His fingers were starting to dip below the waistline of your pants, and while you almost let him slide them past, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled it out, remembering the reason you were in the backseat in the first place.

“Don’t forget why we’re here…” You mumbled into his ear, where you were still pressed up against him. You heard him sigh, as well as felt it, and finally pushed yourself off of him.

He looked up at you from under his half-lidded eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do, then. I’ll do anything.” His voice was breathy and low, and his hands came down to rest on the top of your thigh. You sat up as straight as you could, feeling all of the control get handed over to you in that one second. Involuntarily, a chill ran through your body. Cold air had hit your heated skin as you parted, as well as the added sensations that Leon was contributing to. He pushed himself up, leaned past you to the front seat, one hand steadying you on your lower back. When he fell back, he put the shoulders of his jacket over you.

He sighed as he leaned back, examining your frame as it rested over him, straightening your posture as the warmth fell around you. “Looks better on you anyway…”

You stared at him for another moment before your brain kicked into action. “Hold your hands out,” You whispered, and he obeyed. You reached behind you and grabbed the bundle of rope. “You’ll behave if I tie you up like this?”

“Yes…” He breathed out, watching your hands as they wrapped and knotted the rope around his wrists, not too tight, but he couldn’t slip out of it too easily. You felt a surge of confidence at the mere premonition of you tying up a huge, muscled man, submitting to your dominance. You felt heat pool in between your legs as his head fell back, his chest flexed, and the feeling of his hard cock poking you through his pants. You were suddenly glad your car gave out on you on this random night.

This brings you to your current position. Everything playing an equal hand in getting this man in his own backseat underneath you, staring up with sinful eyes. You weren’t sure what to do first, you wanted to do everything to this man, and let him do everything to you.

He had already professed his need for you to take him in your mouth, and you were itching to keep teasing him, but as a reward for not leaving you stranded, you were going to play nice with him.

HIs breathing was ragged and his eyes were locked on you, not daring to look away as your hands snaked closer and closer to the button on his jeans. Your fingers flitted over the tent in his pants, the sensation barely registering with him, and he bucked his hips up, but you pressed them back down by his hips.

“Patience… patience baby…” You murmured, not looking up from where your hands were dancing around letting him loose. He whined, and the sound traveled straight to your core, making you all the more desperate. As a second reward for obeying your command, you pressed your palm fully into his hardened cock, and he groaned and threw his head back. You smirked in response, now needing the skin on skin contact.

Your hands made quick work of the button and zipper, and he lifted his hips when you pulled down his waistband of both his jeans and underwear. His erection sprang out, slapping his toned stomach, and you felt saliva pooling in the corners of your mouth, slick gathering in between your legs, and Leon was almost shaking with anticipation.

You wrapped a delicate hand around his dick and he whined again, his chest shuddering with shallow breaths, sighing out profanities at the contact. He was so warm and hard in your hand, and even just the ginger strokes you were delivering had him crumbling under you.

The other hand that wasn't wrapped around him came up to brace yourself on his chest, and his skin matched the temperature of his throbbing girth. His tip was leaking profusely, and you brought your thumb up to press through it and spread it, which elicited another whimper from within him. The friction was dry, and you were sure it didn't feel the best for Leon, but there were no signs of pain in his expression, and if you kept this up long enough, he might cum from this alone.

He was of average length, but you were never one to complain, especially not in a situation like this, and it was a benefit when the attempt to deepthroat him came along, knowing it would make it easier. You couldn’t wait any longer, and even though watching him writhe under you was more pleasure than you expected, you needed more.

You leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You made a brief note of how hot it was in the car now, probably all from him, and though it was completely dark outside, you were sure the windows were foggy. He sighed at your lips on his skin.

“Thank you for being so good to me,” You spoke softly to him, and you lifted your head to press your lips together, which he hungrily accepted. Your body fell forward slightly, your hand still balancing on his hard chest, and you could feel his arms in between the both of you, but he was not protesting.

You pulled away, but hovered over his face and pressed your foreheads together. He whispered, “Need you so bad…” heavily breathing onto your lips. You grinned, seeing he was quickly reaching the brink of his patience.

“I got you baby,” Another quick kiss, but you pulled away before he could deepen it. “You’re being a good boy for me.” He quietly moaned at the praise, and let you remove yourself from on top of him. You hopped off his lap and sunk to your knees in between his legs, looking up once last time to see his pretty face before ducking your head, and licking a thick stripe up the length of his cock.

His groan was louder than it had been before, and you felt his whole body shudder with his breaths. The saliva that had been gathering in your mouth coated him easily, and when your tongue met the tip, with a swipe to collect the precum (which resulted in another sharp whine), you let all of your spit pour over your lips and leak down the sides, which you hastily swept up with your hand, and continued to pump his dick with.

Every breath that he released was paired with some sort of noise, whether it be a groan, a whine, a whimper, anything that you were doing to him right now was causing him to quickly become unwound, and just seeing him fall apart under your hands was causing your strokes to become harder, quicker, and you stopped refusing him to buck his hips in your hand because you loved seeing how desperate he was becoming. You could see the veins in his forearms and biceps, the flexing of his arms against the rope around his wrists, and it made you weaker to know he was the only person keeping him within those restraints, and he could flip the power dynamic at any moment if he wanted to. But, he didn’t, and he let himself be dominated.

With another lick from base to tip, your lips closed over his head, our tongue dipped and swirled around the soft skin, the tangy salt of his precum coating your tastebuds, and at once, you took his entirety into your mouth. A rough gasp came from Leon as you swallowed him whole, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling every ridge and bump. Your hand continued to work below where you could reach, giving gentle squeezes, and your other hand occasionally worked his balls, causing him to throw his head back every few seconds.

You were reveling in his taste at this moment, every bead of precum that spurted out of his tip was lapped up instantly, mixing in with your spit as you took him in your mouth, your tongue studying and memorizing his shape and size. You sucked him down like it was your last moment to ever be with him, hoping you would be able to find yourself in this position with him again.

“Fuck… fuck, you feel so good…” Leon couldn’t contain the words spilling out of his mouth, he was losing sanity it seemed with every movement you made with your tongue, every stroke your hand delivered, and every time you opened your throat to shove him as far back as you could. He would whimper every time you stifled a gag at trying to deepthroat his length, loving the way you worked past pain just to have more of him.

You could feel so much heat and wetness within yourself, and as much as you wanted to relieve your own pressure, you knew you wouldn't be done with Leon after you made him cum.

After another hit to the back of the throat with his tip, you heard him whine out, “I’m so… I’m so close, fuck–” paired with more gasps and whimpers. His fists were balled up so tight, the rope was straining against his flexing, and his mouth hung open as he watched you take him all.

Your hand that wasn’t on his cock was gripping his thick thigh, feeling it twitch underneath your palm. You gripped it tighter, deciding against an urge to want to edge him, not able to fight your own need to taste him.

After another lick, you released him from your mouth and resorted to stroking him so you could talk and breathe for a moment. “How close are you, baby?” Your breathing was heavy, and you could feel the spit hanging off your lips, still connected in thin strings to his tip.

He gasped again at the feeling of cool air touching his wet dick. “So… so close,” He bucked his hips again into your hands and you let him, liking watching him chase his own release.

“Where do you want it, huh? I’ll let you decide.” You kept working his dick while he tried his hardest to contain himself.

He groaned, clearly struggling to speak through all of the sensations. “I… I, oh, god, anywhere…” His head was back against the seat again, and this time it seemed to stay there while you kept touching him. Underneath his arms, you could see his torso tensing and relaxing with the way his whole body was pulsing, and even through the darkness you could tell he was toned, insanely so, you could see the rigid outlines of ab muscles where his arms weren’t blocking them. Sharp lines contoured his hips where they dipped into his pelvis, akin to a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end that you currently had in your hands, dripping with precum and saliva. You couldn’t take it. You needed to see him blissed out.

You moved your hand back down to the base and planted your flat tongue on the underside of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip. “Come on, cum for me, I’ll let you…” With quick movements and the occasional lick to his tip, you brought him closer and closer to his release, and you could see it written all over his face whenever he put his head back up to look down at you. His brows were furrowed, his mouth open, and you could see the glint on his face from sweat.

“Shit, oh, fuck, I–I’m coming,--” Leon rasped out as much as he could through his thick breaths, body convulsing the second he hit the threshold of his release. You felt it the same time you saw it, his dick throbbed under your palm and a rope of hot white cum spurted upward, landing on his stomach, some on his hands, and yours. You hastily pressed your mouth to the tip, feeling it coat your tongue, the roof of your mouth, drip to the back of your throat. You kept your tongue pressed to the underside of the head, feeling that, too, pulse with his orgasm. He was groaning in tandem with this happening, and you lapped up everything he had to offer, the salty, hot, viscous liquid sitting heavy in your mouth. You choked back a gag with the swallow, but it made it down, and you cleaned your hand, his twitching dick, and wherever it landed on him by licking it up. He whimpered at the feeling of your tongue on his hands.

“You looked so good for me,” You whispered into the air as you slowly rose from your position, and hovered over him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me like this…” You looked down at him, spent, panting, eyes lazily making eye contact with you, but you could see so much more in his gaze.

A second passed before either of you spoke again. Without moving too far, you brought a hand down to untie the rope, and his hands came to rest over your thigh once they were free. The rope lay discarded on the floor.

“We still have the rest of the night… don’t we?” Your stomach turned at his implication, he still wanted you, and he was still ready to keep going. Your hand came up to gently touch the side of his neck, thumb tracing the edge of his jawline.

“We have however long you want. I’m not done with you.”

He grinned, his eyes opened a little further this time, and his hands left your thighs to hold your face as he kissed you deeply, blissfully ignoring your phone incessantly ringing, abandoned in the front seat.

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Kenma, Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto x Reader

TW: Non con, fisting, anal, double penetration (Front and back), knife play, blood, carving into skin, If i missed anything please let me know!

AN: Unedited for the most part. Sorry It's been a while guys! I was writing a jjk fic but then I just thought of this and wanted to write it dhbvshdv

Word count: 3.8K

Y/n ran through the house slipping on the rug. She tripped a little but was able to gain her footing again as she ran once more. She saw the door in her vision as she picked up her pace. As she was unlocking all the locks, she was pulled back by her left shoulder. She was slammed into the ground as the man laughed.

“You can’t outrun me.” He said with a devious smirk.

Y/n’s first reaction was to start screaming. The man with black and blonde hair covered her mouth. Y/n instantly bit down hard on his hand drawing blood.

“Ow you bitch!” He yelled.

“Kenma, are you okay?

“No, that stupid bitch bit me!” He yelled at the black haired man.

“Fuck.” The black haired man sees Y/n getting up and rushing for the front door. “Y/n, if you know what’s good for you you will stop right now.” He said in a stern voice.

“It’s too late to give up now, Akaashi!” She yelled as she began to unlock the seven locks on the door. Akaashi rushed to her side as she turned with all her force and punched him in the nose. He fell backwards with a bloody nose/. Kenma rushed up to her other side as she used a swift kick to hit him in the balls.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he fell down holding his crotch.

Y/n unlocked the last lock as she ripped the door open. She began to run down the long driveway of the private house on the outskirts of Tokyo. Around the house was nothing but trees, but she figured if she ran through the forest she would be safe from Kuroo and Bokuto, who were probably on their way home.

Y/n started to run through the forest as she heard a car pull in the driveway. She turned back to see Bokuto rush to the front door. Akaashi was standing on the porch holding his nose as he pointed to the forest where Y/n was.

She turned as fast as she could on her feet and ran for her life. She knew if she went back to the house, she’d be screwed, maybe even dead.

It wasn’t long after Bokuto had begun his hunt, like she was a deer and he was the hungry mountain lion. He ran at full speed as she kept running.

It wasn’t always like this, Y/n actually used to work at the 24 hour convenience store. Kenma had come into her store many times to buy energy drinks around 2 or 3 am. It was just Kenma at first, harmless soft Kenma. Until he started to bring in his friend, Kuroo. Kuroo started to stalk Y/n, figuring out she was a university student at Tokyo U. Their friend Akaashi happened to go there as well. He started off casually following her around for Kenma… and then for Kuroo. He then began to take photos, stalking her more intensely. He learned her schedule, he learned everything about her and he claimed it was all for them.

One Friday night, Kenma went into the convenience store with Kuroo.

“Hey Y/n.” He said monotone as usual. “I am having a party this weekend at my place. Figured I’d invite you since I always see you around.”

“When is it? I most likely will be working so I probably won’t be abe to make it.” She said upset.

“Monday.”

“Oh, I have classes on Tuesdays, I shouldn’t.”

“C’mon Y/n!” Kuroo said, “Have some fun! We always see you here. You must not even sleep at this point.”

“I sleep a couple hours after I get off at 6.” She laughed. “But maybe.”

“Say you’ll come, please?” Kenma asked.

She couldn’t resist Kenma.

“Okay… What time should I get there?”

“8pm, Oak Tree Rd, 175. See you next week, beautiful.” Kuroo smiled at her.

She smiled as the two walked out the front door.

Timeskip to Monday….

Y/n grabbed her bag and checked herself in the mirror again. She smiled as she looked at her black clubbing dress. She never had a chance to wear it as she always worked.

Y/n began to walk outside to her apartment lobby. She looked at the time and saw it was 7:24pm. She began to walk. The party was only 34 minutes away, ust on the other side of her work.

Y/n arrived at a house, there was no noise coming from the house. She walked up to the door really slowly. She knocked on the front door.

“Hey Beautiful! You made it!” Kuroo said as he opened the door.

“Um… I thought it was a party.” She tried covering up her chest a bit.

“It actually starts at 9:30pm. We just wanted you to meet our close friends first.” Kuroo said.

“Oh makes sense I guess.” She murmured.

“Come in.” Kuroo stepped aside for Y/n to walk inside. She looked around the mansion astonished. “Nice, huh?”

“Hey Y/n.” Kenma said. “Glad you could make it.”

“Hi Kenma.” She looked around the large room with 3 couches in it. There was a large projector style tv on the wall.

“Hi I am Bokuto!” A man with silver and black roots said.

“Hey, I am Akaashi.” The black haired man said from behind Bokuto.

“These are our best friends.” Kuroo said.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Y/n.” She said.

“Come have a seat.” Bokuto motions her in between him and Akaashi.

“So tell us about yourself, Y/n.”Akaashi smiled.

“I go to Tokyo U. I work at a convenience store. I met Kenma and Kuroo from said convenience store. That’s about it.” She said with a nervous laugh.

“You go to Tokyo U? I do as well.” Akaashi pretended not to know.

“Oh what do you study?” Y/n asked.

“Editing and creative writing.” Akaashi said. “And you?”

“I’m in med school. Hoping to be a Neurologist one day.”

“Wow you must really never sleep then.” Kuroo said.

“I study and do homework at work.” She laughed.

“Impressive.” Kenma said.

“How about you three?” Y/n asked the rest of the guys in the room.

“I’m a professional Volleyball player for MSBY.” Bokuto spoke up.

“I work for the Japan Volleyball Association in the sports promotion division.” Kuroo added.

“I’m the CEO of my own company and a streamer.” Kenma said.

“Oh wow.” Y/n said.

Just then the doorbell rang.

“Looks like the party arrived early.” Kuroo said as he walked out of the room.

Y/n stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Hey sexy, did it hurt?” A man said from behind Y/n.

“If you ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven, I’ll scream right now.” She said, The guy laughed.

“I’m Atsumu. What’s yer name, Angel?”

“Please leave our guest alone, Atsumu. She’s not looking for you to dick her down, I promise.” Kuroo said from behind Y/n.

Y/n sighed in relief as she turned around. Kuroo passed her a red solo cup full of Vodka. She took one sip and made a face at him.

“What is this? It’s disgusting.” She said as Kuroo laughed as he took it back and chugged down the cup's contents.

“Let’s make you something mixed then.” Atsumu rolled his eyes as he walked away from the two. Bokuto came into the kitchen and bumped into Y/n making her turn as Kuroo slipped something into her drink. He dumped coke on top of the rum in her cup and passed it back to her. The pill vanished into nothing as she took her first sip. Kuroo looked at Bokuto with a wink as he walked away. In 15 to 20 minutes their plan would take course.

The two talked as Akaashi came up to them. Some time passed as Kuroo checked his watch.

“Hey guys, I am not feeling too hot. Do you know what time it is?” Y/n asked, feeling herself fade out of consciousness.

“It’s 10:30 pm, Y/n.”

Y/n blinked and suddenly she was on the balcony with Bokuto’s hands on her waist.

“Wha-what time is it?” She slurred, reaching up to grab her head in hopes to calm her throbbing headache.

“1:45am baby, why?”

“What?” She felt herself grow dizzy as she fell into Bokuto’s chest.

“Are you okay? I should take you home. Sit for a second let me get some water.” He placed her down on a chair as he walked back into the room. He texted the others “Code red.”

He slipped two roofies from his pocket and into the bottle of water. He took one sip before doing so so it wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Here Y/n.” He passed her the water bottle as she began to chug it back. “Let’s just wait here a few minutes so the world stops spinning for you.”

She gave him a thumbs up as she continued to drink. The more she drank the dizzier she felt.

“Bo….I don’t- I don’t feel good at all.” She tried to stand up as she fell into his chest once again. “Help me.” She whispered as she felt her eyes grow heavy and her body go limp.

Bokuto smiled at the limp drugged up body in his arms as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully. Kuroo busted open the door and looked at the scene before him.

“Thank god, What was code red about?” He asked Bokuto.

“She became conscious again. I gave her a couple more roofies and knocked her out.”

“Well she’s going to feel like shit when she wakes up.” Akkashi said from behind Kuroo. “Kenma is clearing out the party now.” “Good, that means it will be easier for us to get her out.”

“How are we doing that again?” Bokuto asked.

“Kenma got me to park in the garage so we could throw her in the trunk.” Kuroo said.

“Okay. Let me go be our eyes and ears downstairs.” Akaashi said as he left.

Bokuto looked at the unconscious Y/n on the bed and smiled.

“She’s almost ours, Kuroo.” Bokuto said with a smile.

“She is, Bo.”

A few minutes later Akaashi walked back into the room.

“All clear.” Akaashi said to the guys. Bokuto lifted her unconscious body off the bed. He began to carry her bridal style down the stairs.

Bokuto walked into the garage as Kuroo popped open the trunk. He lightly places Y/n’s unconscious body in the trunk.

“Let’s head out. It’s a long drive to the cabin.” Kenma said from the door behind them.

Bokuto and Akaashi got into the back seat. The four headed out.

It wasn’t too long before Bokuto began to get antsy.

“Are we almost there? I want to be there! How much longer?” Bokuto’s legs started to shake.

“Bokuto-san, we will get there soon, don’t worry.” Akaashi said as he put a hand on his knee.

“I want to hold her though.” Bokuto huffed.

“How much longer, Kenma?” Akaashi asked.

“About 20 minutes.” Kenma said.

“Awww but I want to be there now!” Bokuto whined again.

"Bo, how are you this excited for someone you haven’t met before tonight?” Kuroo asked with a laugh.

“Kaashi has told me all about her, he shows me her pictures too. Sometimes he shows me the videos he takes for you guys. She is so pretty and beautiful and she's just so perfect for us!”

“Seems like someones in love.” Kuroo laughed again.

The car was full of Bokuto and Kuroo talking about their favorite things about Y/n.

Kuroo pulled up into the parking lot of a two story house surrounded by trees. Bokuto practically jumped out of the car. He ripped open the trunk to see a still passed out Y/n laying there surrounded by pillows.

Bokuto lifted up her unconscious body and carried her to the door where Kenma was unlocking it.

“There's a door to the basement in the pantry.” Kenma said as he motioned for them to go inside….

Y/n woke up with a splitting headache. She couldn’t remember much from the party, or how she even got home. She went to move her hands to rub her eyes, but something was restricting her hands. She looked up and saw her hands tied to the above bed post. She began to feel her heart beat increase, she pulled down on her arms and began to panic.

“She's awake!” A voice yelled from across the room.

“Perfect.”

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked, confused. “Where am I? Who are you?” Her voice began to shake.

“Y/n! It’s just us!” Bokuto exclaimed. “You’re safe here, okay?” Bokuto sat on the side of the bed. He placed his hands on her bare stomach.

“Where are my clothes?!?” Y/n was freaking out as she noticed she was only in her lingerie.

“Your dress was so tight, we thought we’d let your body breathe baby.” Kuroo said from behind Bokuto.

Kenma walked in the room with Akaashi as Y/n tried to pull away from Bokuto’s hands.

Bokuto’s hands trailed up Y/n’s side.

“Baby, don’t pull away.” Bokuto said.

Kuroo reached around Bokuto and started to untie Y/n’s hands.

Y/n was quick to pull away from Bokuto and pulled her knees into her as she braced herself into the Headboard against the wall.

“Baby, don’t back away.” Bokuto sighed as his hair deflated. He reached his hand out to touch her again.

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed.

Bokuto was taken aback by her shouting. He looked at Akaashi.

“Y/n, I know you’re scared, but there's no need to shout at us.” Akaashi said calmly. He moved over to the edge of the bed and reached for her.

Y/n slapped Akaashi’s hand away.

“I said don’t touch me!” She screamed again.

Akaashi looked back at Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo pushed past the two of them and grabbed Y/n by the ankles. He pulled her down the bed. She began kicking and screaming as Kuroo raised his hand to slap her across the face. She reached up and grabbed her cheek as she cried.

“You are going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” Kuroo said.

He was quick to place his hand on her throat as he began to apply pressure. She reached up and tried to pry Kuroo’s big hands off her throat.

“Kuroo, careful.” Kenma warned.

“She’s being an ungrateful bitch.” He spat back. He ripped down her underwear as he shoved two fingers inside of her pussy.

“Kuroo! I wanted to be the first one to fuck her.” Bokuto whined.

“Then get over here before I change my mind.” Kuroo said.

4 ½ months later…

That's how they got into their current situation, y/n running for her life through the woods in nothing but Bokuto’s shirt and underwear.

Y/n was giving everything she had into running away. She heard footsteps catching up to her. She tried her best to speed up as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was pulled back and thrown to the ground.

“Fuck! Let me go!” She screamed.

“Baby, calm down! You’re just confused.” Bokuto’s voice cooed at her. He picked her up as Kuroo arrived at the scene.

“Stupid bitch thought she could escape.” Kuroo laughed. “Here.” He passed Bokuto a pair of Handcuffs.

“No please! No! I just want to go home!” Y/n cried.

“You were home.” Kuroo snapped.

Bokuto and Kuroo fought and put the handcuffs on Y/n’s wrists. She was crying and thrashing her wrists as Bokuto carried her back bridal style.

“Bring her back down stairs. I have a surprise for her.” Kenma said manically.

“On it.” Kuroo said as he led Bokuto through the house.

Akaashi went behind them and began to lock up the front door again. Kenma walked past him and into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife.

“Woah what’s that for Kenma?” Akaashi asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled a devilish smile.

The two walked down the stairs where Bokuto and Kuroo had tied Y/n down to the bed.

“Kuroo.” Kenma spoke. “Do you want to go first?” He asked, holding out the knife.

“You deserve it. She did bite you after all.” Kuroo said. Bokuto just finished tying a rag in her mouth.

Kenma grabbed the shirt on her as he sliced it off in one quick motion. He was quick to repeat the process to her underwear too.

“Woah Kenma, careful you don’t cut her.” Bokuto said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kenma smirked once again.

Kenma pressed the tip of the knife into her soft thigh. He began to apply pressure as Y/n began to cry harder. Kuroo grabbed hold of her ankles as she tried to kick him off.

Kenma pressed hard into her skin as he carved two letter K’s into her left thigh. He passed the knife over to Akaashi. Akaashi smiled as he pressed the knife down into her right thigh. He carved out AK before passing it to Kuroo. Akaashi and Kenma held down one leg each. Kuroo took his own sweet time to carve on the left side KT. He passed over the knife to Bokuto who looked a little uneasy.

“Cmon Bo, you can do it.” Kuroo encouraged him.

“It’s hurting her though.” Bokuto said all sad.

“She hurt us Bo, she tried to leave us. We gave her everything and she repays us by leaving? This is just a reminder to her she's ours.” Kuroo said.

Bokuto smiled as he looked down at her right thigh. He carved out a BK as he smiled. The blood was running down her leg. Bokuto tossed the knife aside as he pulled his shirt off.

“Seeing her like this…. Is making me feel some way…” He said with a devious smirk.

Bokuto began to get naked in front of the other guys as Kuroo laughed.

“Looks like Bo got turned on after all.” Kuroo said.

Kuroo took his shirt off as Akaashi placed his hand on Kuroo’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He asked him.

“There’s enough room for all of us after all, remember?”

Kenma smiled as he began to strip down too. Akaashi didn’t take long to follow through.

The guys all turned to face Bokuto as they heard a loud muffled groan leave Y/n’s mouth. Bokuto had shoved himself inside Y/n’s pussy dry. He began to frantically pump inside her.

“Woah Bokuto, wait for us will you?” Akaashi said with a laugh. “Who’s taking what?”

“I call dibs on her mouth.” Kenma said as he climbed onto the bed.

“I’ll take her ass if you are okay to share with Bokuto this time Kasshi?” Kuroo asked.

Akaashi nodded as he Approached the bed.

“Bo, can you turn her on her side. I want to make space in her tight little asshole for me.” Kuroo smiled.

Bokuto smiled back as he moved her on her side. Kuroo grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He opened it up and dropped a few drops on Y/n’s tiny butthole. He began to rub it in slowly as she begged for them to stop.

“Kenma, shut her up before I do.” Akaashi said.

Kenma laughed as he climbed to the top of the bed. Bokuto pulled her down a bit as Kenma got above her.

“You bite me now, I’ll slice you up. Got it?” She shook her head in agreement. Kenma quickly shoved his member down her throat. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take all of him. It was Akaashi’s turn to join the fun. He put lube on his member as he lined it up next to Bokuto’s. Y/n was unable to do anything as her hands were still tied up. Kuroo now had 3 fingers shoved up Y/n’s asshole.

“Bokuto, can you shift a little. I want to join you inside so we can all cum together.” Akaashi said.

As Akaashi was forcing himself inside as Kuroo pulled his fingers out. Kuroo opened up the bottle of lube again and dumped it all over his hand. Kuroo smiled to himself as he slowly started to work his large fist into Y/n. She cried out as Kuroo and Akaashi fully pushed in at the same time.

“Fuck! Do that again.” Kenma moaned as she gasped and moaned out around his cock.

Kuroo laughed as he pulled his hand almost all the way out, then quickly slammed it in at full speed once again.

“Yeah fuck just like that.” Kenma moaned.

“Fuck!” Bokuto and Akaashi yelled in sync.

“Feels good huh?” He smirked.

“Keep going,”Bokuto said. “She’s getting tighter with every thrust.”

The two in her pussy picked up the pace as Kuroo remained fisting her ass.

“I’m close.” Akaashi moaned.

“Fuck me too.” Kenma said.

“Just cum inside her. I’ll buy some plan B tomorrow.” Kuroo said.

Just like that, Akaashi and Bokuto shot hot ropes of cum inside Y/n. Kenma wasn’t too far behind as lets his hot load out down her throat.

Kuroo pulled his fist out as he replaced it with his cock.

“Fuck, she’s so stretched out.” He said.

“I want to try fisting her too!” Bokuto whined.

“Take her pussy. Her ass is mine.” Kuroo said.

Bokuto looked down at her cum dripping pussy. He shrugged his shoulders as he began to force his massive fist inside her.

“Stop! Please! It hurts!” She cried out.

“You deserve this. This isn’t for your pleasure, it’s for ours.” He said as his fist slowly slipped all the way inside.

Kuroo groaned out as he felt Bokuto’s fist through the thin wall.

“Fuck Bo, I can feel you on the otherside.” Kuroo moaned.

“I can see my fist in her stomach!” Bokuto exclaimed excitedly.

Kuroo was quick to release hot strings of cum inside her ass.

“Fuck that was to good.” Kuroo breathed out.

Y/n laid there crying silently as she begged for it to be over.

“Well that’s not fair to Kenma or Akaashi, now is it?” Kuroo smirked.

“Please- please no.”

“Cmon, let’s not play favorites, okay?” Bokuto said.

Akaashi grabbed the lube as he lined up to her front entrance and Kenma at the back entrance.

Y/n was screaming in pain as the two who had finished sat back and watched.

It wasn’t until hours later they all stopped. Constantly fucking her between their fists and their cocks. She was laying there, completely fucked out when they finally stopped. She was covered in cum and it was dripping from all three of her holes. There was even some blood in other places then her thighs.

“Let’s get washed up. Let her rest for a little bit.” Akaashi said.

“We shouldn’t leave her out. I don’t trust her on her own anymore.” Kenma added.

“Bring the dog carrier.” Kuroo said.

#tw dark fic #tw noncon #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu dark content #haikyuu noncon #haikyuu yandere #kenma smut #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #akaashi smut

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Oh, oh! I got one!

okay okay, so, don’t feel pressured to write this if you do t want to, but what about slashers (Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, anyone else you wanna add) with a s/o who gets really distracted? Like, in the middle of doing something that should be simple, they zone out and forget what they were doing. (I have really bad ADHD so that’s why I’m asking-)

like, they even have to remind their s/o to take medicine and just nudges to get them back on track-

idk, do what you will with that idea, and again, thank u for ur time!!

btw, u look amazing today!!

You too look amazing today! Thanks for request! Why is everyone so spooked of requesting, the worst thing I can do is not answer🥰

Slashers with s/o that gets distracted A LOT

Sinclair Vincent

Imagine, s/o is in Vince workplace first time, he probably wants to turn them into wax figure, he leaves room for one second to grab some tools. Boom s/o is just walking around judging his wax figurines

Mans gonna be like 🧍in corridor when they are just amused by how cute and pretty some of those lil figurines are🥰

After they get along, Vince really enjoys slow walks thrue gallery or just near area, cuz its very pretty and there's no Bo screaming like child

He saw some pretty leaves, he went to pick them up so he can show them to s/o. He turn around... where.. where are they??!?!? Huuh did they leave him?? Dude will be overthinking hard. But after few minutes of looking for them, they just kinda spawn behind him "hey vince look i found this cool as rocks and then I saw deer's and I kinda fallowed them to this dope river come see!"they just grab his hand and lead him :(tbh vince was this close to mental break down, now he always holds hands

Myers Micheal

My dude is about to buy one of those backpack leashes that some parents have. He's like 80years young, ain't no way he's going to run around city looking for some guy who just saw pretty butterfly and almost got hit by a car 5times.

To be honest they should be ones making sure he won't just walk of and get lost in Forest judging by his age

When he notice that s/o didnt take their daily medicine he just takes it and slams it on desk/table next to them or just throws it at them! Take the pills dummy!

S/o calling him 'heya mickey im lost pick me up' happends twice per week. Really s/o be more careful pls

Voorhees Jason

If you thought that Vincent panicked? Oh this guy will have mental breakdown, cry and then search whole place

In forests signal sucks so they can't call him and screams won't do much cuz echo and Jason is mute so he cant yell back anyways

He won't buy leash but he will hold their hand 24/7 nuh uh you cant go run after those deers, no you can't go swimming we know what happend in 1957

Now he has ptsd and evertime he wakes up and doesn't see s/o in his eyesight he instantly thinks that she's in difrent country or dead

Heelshire Brahms

This dude knows the whole mansion no way he loses them here right?

Jokes on you brahms they are already on the other side of it

Even tho they are in closed space, which is safe and very known to Brahms it doesnt stop his abandment issues and... idk he has a lot of issues tbh. No matter how long he knows s/o he's is 100% sure that they are trying to leave.

He will probably speed run thrue corridors screaming their name and he just stubbles across them just watching paitinings on walls "this you? You were ugly ass baby" "WHERE WERE YOU" "I saw funny rats and i wondered where they have secret cheese hideout" "rats?😰" (its a reference to my old fic where brahms was beaten up by rats and now hes spooked of them)

He has calendar with highlighted date everyday they have to take pills and how many so every morning when s/o wakes up they see his face like few centimetres away from theirs, with aggressive eye contact holding pills "it is time my love" " oh :("

I added brahms cuz hes goofy, have wonderful day person reading this!! And never be spooked to ask for headcanons! We love that

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vibratingskull · 4 months

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Mermaid!Thrawn chapter 8

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

You look up to the ceiling of your room, wide awake. Tomorrow morning will be a torture to wake up but you can’t stop thinking, your memories playing on repeat.

You roll on your side, covering yourself with the cover and your eyes find the necklace with his decoration laying on your bedside table. You take it to observe it under the moonlight. You can only think of the merman and how he played you. He looked stoic and stern but you’re convinced you heard smugness in his voice.

Or maybe not…

You’re having a hard time imagining him actually being malicious, but you can’t forgive him for lying to you like that. You purse your lips, making the bracelet roll between your fingers. You sigh deeply, thinking again at that fateful night.

You remained silent, mouth agape and eyes wide open. He tilted his head to you, patiently awaiting your reaction. You were just frozen, your little board and book in hands, like a deer in front of headlights, stopped mid movement.

“Why… You… You can speak my language?” You finally manage to ask after your words crashed several times. “I learned it with fishermen.” He casually responded, seemingly uncaring for your inner turmoil. “But you… I…” All your prior interactions came back to you with full force like you've been run over by a car.

All the intimate secrets you thought would be safe with a nonverbal sea creature, all your quirks and darkest shades and desires, he understood them all? He knowingly let you reveal your soul, barren before him, and never once tried to stop you?!

“So you understood me when I revealed…” you asked on the verge of dizziness, he slowly nodded and you shivered, shocked. “Oh my god… I think I'm gonna puke.” you muttered, “Rest assured I revealed none of what you told me. I take pride in the trust you have placed upon me.”

You felt vertigo seize you, your head getting foggy. Oh he never revealed anything? What a Grand Prince, really, you can’t be mad at him now, right? “But why?! Why didn’t you stop me?! Why hide that fact?!” You shouted, baring your teeth as madness took you, “I awaited to know if you were trustworthy.”

Oh? So he has the right to retain infos from you but he will let you reveal your secrets to him no problem? You can’t believe what you're hearing!

“I thought… I thought YOU were trustworthy! I thought we had a connection, something! A bond of mutual trust, but you lied to me!” you exploded, “I understand your anger, but those were parameters outside of my control.”, “You’re disgusting! I thought you would be better than land people, but you’re just as bad!” You threw the book at his head but he evaded easily “Eli was right! You are a monster!”, “I am sorry.” he said softly, maybe conscious he really hurted you. “Sorry won’t cut it! You didn’t even try to stop me when it started to get personal, you let me talk fully knowing I thought you wouldn’t understand!”, “I needed you to trust me.”, “WHY?!” You screamed.

He suddenly became silent, like he hesitated to tell you. “You can’t do much more damage now, why?!” you gritted your teeth. “We have unfinished business on land, I needed a human to trust and rely on me.”

Oh so he could do much more damage, doesn’t he? “Get out…” you finally let out, “(Y/n).” he tried to appease you, “GET OUT!” you shouted, out of yourself, refusing to look at him.

He slipped out of the bark without any other words, you heard his body enter the water but he stayed here for a second, maybe he wanted to add one last thing, maybe he wanted to change your mind, but you heard him dive into water and disappeared.

You took back the now soaked book and paddled back to the shore, fuming.

It was supposed to be a magical night, your two friends meeting and laughing all together. But instead you shock one deep in his core and may have lost the other…

You were so mad you slammed all the doors of the house, not caring for your screaming mother demanding what you were doing outside at night like you weren’t a fucking adult! She demolished you the next morning, but it felt sweeter than the feeling of betrayal you felt.

And now, 2 months after, you didn’t come back to the beach, too mad to meet him again. Eli didn’t speak to you since and you didn’t have the heart to come see him at his boat. He will come to you himself when he will be ready, no need to press him.

But you feel the sea calling for you. Each night, as the wind blows it is like a voice is trying to reach you. You bury your head under the pillow but hear a persisting chant, so much you lose sleep.

Tonight is no exception, you open your eyes suddenly as the first notes reach your window. You pass on your nightgown and go to the garden where you can see the sea shine under the moonshine far away, ocean spray invades your nose and the salt of the sea rubs on your skin. You unmistakingly hear a chanting voice, or rather several as feminine and masculine tones harmonize in the night. Why are you the only one awake? Surely you can’t be the only one hearing the chants?

You advance to the limits of your garden, binoculars in hands and observe the surface of the ocean. It is still and unmoving, no movement, not even waves. Dead calm. You turn back to your sleepy house, where your parents sleep in different rooms. You go back inside, grab your coat and get on your bike.

It’s 2 am and dead at night, you pedal under the moon and stars, looking at them reflecting on the water. Your slippers slip on the pedals but you keep going forwards, hurtling down the sinuous road along the cliff. You pass in front of the church and realize lights are on. You look at the illuminated vitrails as you fly by, curious.

You soon reach the beach and let your bike fall, walking on the sand with your bare feet, you walk past the barks, past the lighthouse, walking on the damp sand. You pick up little flat rocks and enter the waters, up your ankles. You take your ukulele and start to harmonize with the invisible voices.

They suddenly stop. But not you. You keep playing the melody you heard each night for two months. You do not enter the body of water, if he wants to see you he will have to come to you himself.

Your fingers scrape the cords of your instrument, playing those charming melodies that haunt you. You play for a long time, deciding to sit your butt in the freezing cold black water.

You pest against yourself. You could not help yourself. Despite his treason you come back to him wanting more, craving his presence. Sometimes you’re too malleable for your own good. But you can't help but crave the sense of adventure rubbing shoulders with a mythical creature give to your life…

You’re so focused in playing the melody you do not notice the blue head with fins-ears slowly piercing the water, its red eyes fixed intently on you, maybe awaiting your consent to approach. When you let your gaze wander you finally notice it and jump off your skin.

Jesus christ!

“You’re a dumbass! Do you always creep on people like that?!” You shout for him to hear. He dives back his head under water only to reappear 5 meters closer to the shore. You frown and shake your head, tutting.

He carefully swims closer to you, like you could explode in his face at any moment and stops at a respectful distance, looking in your eyes with a silent question.

“Ugh…” You groan and you extend your hand to him and he closes the gap, extending his claw to graze your palm as per usual. He then silently sits next to you, facing the moon shining on the ocean.

“I did not forgive you…” You warn, not even looking at him. “You played me a sick stunt.”, “I am sorry.” He simply responds, “That was necessary.”

You groan again, pressing your legs to your chest, eyes on the placid water. “Did you make amends with your friend?” He finally asks after several minutes of silence only listening to the ocean. “No.” You admit, “I think he’s avoiding me, now.”, “A shame.”

You purse your lips, biting the inner of your cheek. “So you do chant after all.”, “Do the humans not chant too?” he asks puzzled, “Yes, but mermaid chants are part of legends on land. I was starting to think it was just a fairytale.”, “We indulge in music as many creatures, even if I am not especially fond of it.”.

You let your gaze travel to his profile, his haughty features fixed on the moving sea, his blue skin shining under the moon and his red eyes burning with a terrible determination. “And what are you fond of?” you ask with a voice shaken with anger. You are still so mad, but you’re also desperately curious about him, but you refuse to appear desperate or eager. “Art.” He responds clearly, like it was an evidence “I am fascinated by art in all its forms. Especially human arts.”, “What?” you snort, “You sack wrecked ships to grow your collection?” you ask sarcastically. “Well, sack is quite a crude word, I prefer to say I gather art pieces that you did not come back to reclaim with your strange machinery.”

Your eyes open wide. Did he just say that? “So you do steal from wrecks? Oh my god, those are tombs! You can’t do that!” You exclaim incredulously. “I never touched a ship with a corpse inside, nobody does. We let them rest in peace.” He defends with a calm voice. “We?”, “My people.”, “You have a people, you’re an entire species?”, “Did you think I was unique?” he asks with a lopsided small grin, giving you a side glance. “Listen buddy, a year ago you were a Legend creature for me. You made me reconsider a lot of things I took for granted, so cut me some slack. Next week I’ll learn that Bigfoot exists.”, “Bigfoot?”,” A cryptid.”, “I do not know this term.”, “Maybe I will teach you someday.”, “I would appreciate that.” he says softly, your hands almost grazing “All new knowledge is profitable.”, “I will think about it, when I won’t be mad at you.” you hammer down.

Silence came again, but this time it was more comfortable. You feel your indignation is justified but you can’t help but want to forgive him; he’s just so fascinating, it’s a whole ass mermaid after all! You berate yourself! ‘Stop it! You have every right to be mad!’

“Why did you need someone on land?” you finally ask. “We have some unfinished business that requires our attention.”, “And you need the help of a human.” You complete, “When I freed you from the nest months ago, that is what you were searching for?” You look at him but he keeps looking straight ahead without responding. You sigh, “Listen, I will help you.” He turns his head to you, with a stoic and calm expression, eyes resolute, “But! I have two conditions” You demand with a raised finger. He simply tilts his head at your words, waiting for you to finish your request. “First off: No more lies, if I discover you have hidden something from me again I’ll drop you off and you’re on your own.”, “I may receive orders contradicting this demand.” He warns, “Then I forbid you from hiding info that would put us in danger mentally or physically or that would soil or dignity!” You insist, remembering all the secrets you revealed to him. You feel your cheeks heating up at that simple thought, “Second : I want to see where you live !”

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decimalpointed · 1 year

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Eddie's dad drags him along to steal his first car at age 13. Eddie's excited, nervous, but eager to please his father. He knows his mother wouldn't approve but she's passed out drunk again, so her opinion hadn't been relevant when his father had barged in and swooped him up.

His father takes him to a nice end of town, filled with mansions that are strung up with extravagant Christmas lights to display their wealth and holiday cheer. Eddie doesn't go to these neighborhoods, never has occasion to. They breeze by the residential area and wind up near shopping centers, boutiques with fancy polos and knick knacks.

When they pull into a packed parking lot, filled with last minute holiday shoppers, Eddie can feel nervous sweat dripping down his skin.

"We're gonna have a damn good Christmas this year." His father mumbles, greed in his eyes and breath sour with the stench of alcohol as he scans across the lot for fancy cars. He spots his mark. "There. That one Ed. Do you see it? No cameras pointed towards it. Snow still melting on the hood so engines still warm. Good solid Beemer, real nice car. Will sell for a pretty penny."

Eddie just nods, his fingers shaking as his eyes flit around the lot. There are people going to a from their cars. Its dark, with a gentle flurry of snow but anyone could see them in the well lit lot.

They get out of their own car, the doors sqeaky and rust blooming across the old metal. Eddie cringes at the sound. Its so loud. It feels like eyes are watching all around him. The air feels cold and thin, like its not reaching his lungs right even though he's practically panting.

His dad sidles up to the car, his tools in his pocket and it takes him less than 30 seconds to jimmy the driver side door open and he hits the unlock button so Eddie can scramble into the passenger side.

"Now look here son." His dad takes his tools out, lays them across his lap and gestures to the console. "You see these new fancy cars, there's a little latch right here. You gotta tug it till that snaps and it'll pop right out." He pops the plastic off, revealing the mess of wires beneath. "See easy as that." And then he hands the pliers to Eddie, who fumbles and almost drops them to the fancy floor mats.

"Now you cut this one here and we are gonna cut this other one here. Then we just need to spark em" Eddie follows the instructions, slow and unsteady because all he can register right now is his heartbeat slamming against his ribs.

He strips the wires back and his father takes over, grabs them and clicks the exposed metal together until the car roars to life. He gives a woop and Eddie can't help but give a shakey smile.

"That's it?" Eddie asks, because it feels too easy.

"That's it son." His fathers crooked teeth shine yellow in the streetlight as he grins.

His father puts the car in reverse, backing out and driving nice and easy. He gets them onto the main road and Eddie can finally feel his nerves start to calm.

"Now we are just gonna get this beauty over to Johnny's. Then-" his dad is interrupted by a sound, a small sleepy groan from the backseat and they both freeze.

"Dad? Are you done shopping alread-" The voice cuts off and Eddie swings around and his gaze finds a boy roughly his age, sitting up and looking like a deer in the headlights as he realizes it's not his father driving the car, but Eddie's. Fuck. Shit.

Eddie can feel the tension, flits his eyes to his father who is looking in the rear view mirror, his face shuddering into panic and then swiftly schooling his face into blankness.

"Who are you?" The boy asks wearily.

His father plasters on a fake smile. "Hey kiddo. Ran into your dad in the store with my boy here. He was saying how he was buying you Christmas gifts and didn't want you to see em before the big day. So he asked if I would run you home real quick."

The boys eyes narrow suspiciously and Eddie knows before he opens his mouth that he isn't buying the bullshit his dad is trying to sell him one bit. This has gone sideways and Eddie knows that his dad can't get caught again or he will go away for a long time and then it's just going to be Eddie and his mom who barely was a person these days, drowning herself in booze and pills and powder.

The boy lunges quickly to the door and Eddie hears the click of the locks as his dad beats the kid to it. The car swerves precariously as his dad is distracted.

"Let me out!" The boy yells, a tremor in his voice and the sound makes Eddie want to curl up and hide. This is so fucked. They are kidnapping him. This is a kidnapping.

"Dad-" Eddie begins to plead, to try to reason that this is too far, that he wants no part in this. Fuck the money. Fuck Christmas. He wants to go home and let this kid go home too.

His dad doesn't let him finish, just whirls around with like a cornered viper and lashes out. His fist hits the other kid right in the face and the sound is stark and violent. The boy cries out, immediately gushing blood from his nose. He's letting out terrified whimpers. Eddie is terrified too.

"Shut the fuck up!" His father screams at the boy, the car swerving dangerously and someone honks at them. Hot tears track down Eddie's face and he hiccups out a sob. His father rounds on him next, "Shut the fuck up!" He repeats, this time lashing out towards his own son.

The boy is cowering against the backseat, blood and tears on his face as Eddie shrinks into his own seat. What thw fuck is happening?

"Jesus fucking Christ. Shut up shut up shut up." His father is losing control, panicking. Eddie knows to keep himself scarce when his dad gets like this, violent and unpredictable, but he can't run while trapped in a moving car.

Eddie can't run away. His throat feels like its closing, like there's no oxygen in this stolen little car. Maybe the other kid sucked it up for himself. He can't run away. The doors are locked and they are kidnapping someone and he can't get away.

His father is shouting, rage in his tone but the words become jumbled and lost in the ringing thats taken over Eddie's ears. The other boy is crying, the sound of alarm like battery acid along his nerves, tingling and burning and awful.

Eddie doesn't register what he's doing until he has his hands on the wheel, trying to wrench it from his father's hold. There's screaming, and the blair of car horns, but Eddie just wants to make this night stop, wants to make the boy stop crying because it's making something primal in Eddie terrified, wants his father to just pull the car over because this is too fucking much.

The world goes sideways, crunching metal and glass and then Eddie feels the cold gentle snowfall against his face. There's warmth dripping from his hairline, and lights blur in and out of focus. Sound is muffled, and his brain sluggish when he turns to look around.

His father is there, head pushed against the shattered windshield at an awkward angle, red stark against his pale skin. His eyes are closed, his body still. Pain laces through Eddie and he cries out as he shifts away from the sight. The world is sluggish and slow. He smells pine and salty tangy blood.

He hears another whimper and turns and behind him the boy is still there, still huddled down and trembling with wide brown eyes in the backseat. Glass glitters in his hair. It looks kind of magical Eddie thinks in a daze.

A siren cuts through the fog he's in, snapping the world back into focus and it's like a dip into fridge waters. There's so much at once. Eddie can see the flash of red and blue, drawing closer.

Cops. Oh God cops. He can't be here. He looks to his dad, still unmoving and slumped against the steering wheel. He will never be able to drag him out in time. He won't be able to stop the cops from finding them like this.

He hears the boy shifting in the back and then the crunch of metal as he shoves the door open. Eddie scrambles out of the car right after, adrenaline punching through his veins.

The boy stands, legs trembling and puts his arms around himself to stave off the cold. The lights draw close, bathing him in the colors and once again Eddie's brain fizzles just a bit, caught off guard at the sight.

He doesn't have time to think, can't come up with a plan or a story to get his dad out of this. But he can run now. He can get away. The forest looms dark ahead of them where they've wrecked the car up against a row of pines.

Eddie stumbles up, worn out shoes sliding in the snow and he heads for the tree line. He stops just at the edge when he hears the boy again, a soft scared sound warbling out of his throat.

Fuck his father for getting them into this mess. Fuck his father for hitting the poor kid. Fuck his father for making another little boy cry. Eddie's used to it. Eddie can handle it. His heart bleeds to hear it come from someone else.

Even still, there's something inside him that knows he can't let his dad get caught kidnapping some kid.

Eddie whirls around and sprints to the boy, grabbing his hand tightly in his own. "Come on." He hisses to him. "We have to run now." And then he tugs him along into the dark safety of the forest as the lights pulls up, the cop car skidding to a stop.

"Wait, but-" the boy protests, but doesn't stop keeping pace behind Eddie.

"Please." Eddie pleads, because he doesn't know what they are doing, but he knows cops are bad news and he knows his dad will go to jail again but maybe it won't be so long if he doesn't have a fucking kidnapping charge to add to the car theft. "Please just trust me."

They lock eyes, brown mirrors of terror, and there's no reason to trust him at all, but he feels it, the chance that maybe he will.

And he does. The boy nods and goes quiet and picks up the pace, his chilled fingers squeezing onto Eddie's like a lifeline as they stumble through the woods.

They can't see the lights or hear the sirens anymore when they finally slow down. Their breath visible in the cold night air, both panting and shivering from the temperature and the nerves. Eddie can't find it in him to drop the warm point of contact between them.

Eddie doesn't know what he's going to do. He could go home to his mother, probly still numb to the world around her, but the cops would be there soon enough. He can probly stay at a friend's but then there's the problem of the kid he's dragging around that has a bloodied face and a quickly darkening bruise on his eye.

"Where are we going?" The boy asks him, loud in the quiet of the night.

"I-" Eddie stumbles over his words, grasping for an answer. "I dont know." He hears the resignation in his own voice, the lost quality.

The boy squeezes his fingers and its grounding. His tears have all dried. "It's okay. I dont know where to go either." He runs his other hand through his hair and some glass tumbles out and he giggles. Eddie smiles at him. Its an adorable sound. He knows its probly just the high from the adrenaline making they giddy but. Its nice. "Your dad is kinda scary. Is your mom nicer?"

"No." Eddie says automatically. "Well yeah, but not really. She doesnt say much"

"My parents don't say much either. To me. I mean they say alot, just not like. To me. " The boy trails off. "I'm Steve by the way."

"I'm Eddie." This is weird. Small talk with a boy he and his dad had unknowingly kidnapped. Really weird.

"My dad will be pissed about his car. He just bought it." Steve says and Eddie cringes.

"I'm sorry." That doesn't feel like enough. "I'm so fucking sorry. He, my dad, we just wanted to have a good Christmas. We didn't know you were there."

"Its okay." Steve says easily, like he wasn't just a sobbing mess. "I mean it sucks and my face hurts but. Well my dad probly didn't even remember I was in the car either. So. " He shrugs. "Is your head okay?"

Eddie had forgotten about his head, but he reaches up and feels the blood, sticky and congealed and clumping itchy. It hurts when he presses in tentatively, but not the worst he's ever had.

"I think its okay. It doesn't hurt much. Is your face okay?"

"Does it not look okay?" Steve looks a little panicked again, reaches up and touches his nose gingerly.

"No! No it looks good" Eddie tries to reassure. "Pretty as a peach Stevie. Just a little bruised. " and then he cringes because did he just say that?

"Oh." Eddie can't tell what kind of tone that is. Waits for the other boy to get angry, but he doesn't. Just keeps pace as they walk along.

"So should I just take you home?" Eddie asks, because they kinda need to make a plan. They can't keep wandering the woods all night.

But Steve's face kind of scrunches, then winces when there's pain at the movement. "Where are you gonna go?"

Eddie isn't sure. His mind scrambles to think of a place to go. Uncle Wayne lives in the next state over. He could probly stay there until things cool off a bit. His mother will come out of her daze to come get him eventually.

"I think im gonna go to my Uncles? He lives in Indiana."

"How are you gonna get all the way to Indiana?" Steve asks, eyes wide and brown and curious.

"Hitchhike? Or there might be a train that goes that way i could hop on." Its winter and cold, so maybe the train isn't the best idea. But well, he doesn't have much of a choice.

"That's so far away though." Steve's got concern glittering in his eyes. "Is that safe?"

"Safer than going home. The cops will see our footprints in the snow. They'll probly go to my house soon as they lock up my dad."

"Can I come?"

Eddie stops walking, sways in place. What? Steve stops beside him and turns to him.

"Why would you wanna come with me to Indiana? We just kidnapped you!"

"Well your dad kidnapped me technically, which apparently was an accident. You tried to stop him. You tried to protect me." Steve looks so earnest. He looks pretty in the moonlight, soft snowflakes falling around them. "And I can return the favor if I go with you. Protect you till you get to your uncles. Then I can call my parents to come get me."

And thats such a crazy leap of logic. Steve isn't any bigger than Eddie is, all gangly teenage limbs and hadn't really put up any fight while they were in the car. Its such a stupid idea.

But there's warmth blooming in Eddie's chest because yeah, it might be kinda nice to have some company. Safer for sure, and if they did take the train they could huddle together to keep warm instead of risking getting the wrong kind of trucker pulling over to give them a ride. Maybe they could even be friends.

Thats stupid. A rich boy being friends with trailer trash who tried to steal his car and then wrecked it with him in it. But no matter how stupid, it's a nice thought. Maybe they could just play pretend for a few days. They weren't too old for that yet.

"Okay. Yeah okay." A laugh bubbles out of him because its rediculous, but Steve laughs too. "You can be my knight in shining armor, escorting the runaway rogue after a heist gone sideways."

"You're weird." Steve says, but there's no malice in it. Just mirth tinged with confusion.

Eddie tightens his fingers around Steve's and turns them south, towards the rail yards where they can hop on a train.

(I just started typing and then this happened. Feel free to use this, expand on it, whatever. I just loved the idea of the boys being young runaways together, hopping trains and getting into rough situations and becoming codependent and ending up with Wayne taking them both in and them growing up together and pining since they were kids. I might continue this. I might not. We will see.)

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"A Walk on the Dark Side" J2 Interview

The following are snippets from the "A Walk on the Dark Side" interview from the Supernatural Magazine, Issue 11 (pages 10 to 17).[x]

"You never know what to expect when you’re on the Supenatural set with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. In some cases you'll find yourself empathetically mouthing “ouch,” while in others you'll be crinkling your nose and reaching for a gas mask. Either way, you’ll soon be laughing.

During the filming of Lucifer Rising, Ackles had to run at full tilt and ram into some church doors that Genevieve Cortese’s Ruby had slammed shut upon seeing him. Over and over again he threw his shoulder into the doors, but he always held his ground. Then, on the last take, he bounced off the doors and the impact knocked him to the floor. Ouch, If that had been an accident, it sure would have been painful - but the grin on Ackles' face belies the truth; it was just one of his premeditated goofs. “Yeah, sometimes I just do it for fun," he admits later in his trailer. “Nobody knew I was gonna do it, but I knew we had it in the take before, so I figured I'd just throw something funny in there.”

“There’s a lot of flatulence, especially in the Impala. Ill look over and Jared's just smiling at me. I'm like, 'What? You didn't!' And then I’ll have to get out of the car…” It's no wonder Ackles has taken up golfing - to get some fresh air! “I’m doing a lot of golfing these days," he says. “I've always kind of played golf, fiddled with it every now and again, but for some reason this year I’m getting more into it. One of the things I love about golf is that you can get out there for four or five hours and not think about anything else. There’s a course up in North Vancouver where you’re sitting on the tee box and you’re looking out over the city from the top of a mountain. There are deer running across the fairways and stuff! It’s just gorgeous. When you’re out there, you’re not thinking about, ‘Oh, what do I have to do tomorrow?’ Or, ’Where am I going this weekend?’ Or anything like that.

You just set up the ball and try to hit your next shot."

"Some people refer to walking out in nature as being in God’s Country, and golfing might be the closest Ackles gets to being near God on Earth, because he doesn’t expect the Lord to make an appearance on Supernatural anytime soon. “I don’t think so, but that's just my prediction," he said. “I think it’s kind of like God's the president and he’s sent his generals to Earth to take care of the mess. I don’t think he’s going to come over here and be like, 'Hey, what seems to be the problem?’" Maybe Dean will have to talk to a burning bush? “Ah, no, I don’t think so.”

Killing Lilith Jared Padalecki always puts great effort into the heavy emotional scenes on Supernatural, and perhaps his most intense scene yet happened in "Lucifer Rising" when Sam battled Lilith. First he had to choose between listening to his brother (who was trying to stop him), and listening to Ruby, who was pushing him to kill Lilith- Then he had to deal with the implications of Ruby’s deceit, which led to Sam inadvertently freeing Lucifer. “That was such a hard day for me," Padalecki shared. “I felt like I had a hangover for days from going where I had to go emotionally when I found out I'd started the end of the world and brought on the Apocalypse. It's not like you read the script and go, 'Oh, cool! Well, let's chase butterflies! Everything is all happy and good…' You really have to commit, and you have to go deep. That’s also where the excitement of being an actor comes in; it's committing and finding new things, and creating. It's discovering those kind of things that you didn't think would happen, where you go, 'Wow, I didn’t know I'd feel like that.' That's just so cool."

"The presence of the angels has already shaken up the Supernatural universe pretty thoroughly. “It's really upped the ante," concurs Ackles. “We've gotten into some real big epic storylines, and it’s cool because it introduced some really unique characters, like Castiel and Anna, and obviously it got Ruby and Lilith more involved, which was great. We're dealing with things on a much larger level, and it takes the guys to an interesting spot, because now they're feeling like this is all way bigger than them and they don’t know how to handle it It’s a situation that they’re not used to dealing with. They’re usually killing vampires and taking out ghosts and shapeshifters and stuff like that. To deal with something on a biblical level added a nice twist to the storyline. Hey, go big or go home, right?"

You can't get much bigger than Lucifer! Which begs the question; 'Where do we go now? How soon will the boys come face -to-face with Lucifer? Can they ever even go back to chasing ghosts and Chupacabras when The Prince of Darkness is loose on Earth? That’s a great question, and I have no idea," Padalecki admits. “I don't know what to expect from Eric Kripke and the other writers, so I just roll with the punches. I'm really anxious, as a fan, to see what happens. I'm really excited about season five, and I cant wait to see where the writers take it.”

Ever since we learned that Sam had demon-given powers, fans have been wondering Just how far the writers will take his journey to the dark side. Not that long ago, many people - including Padaleckl himself - assumed that Sam and Ruby would never hook up. He said he didn't think that storyline would pan out. Of course, the writers did go there. "I thought it was interesting," Padalecki reflects. “Supemalural is not, and never has been - and hopefully never will be - a show about sex and lust and all of that kind of stuff that you expect on teen melodramas.

I think the most important thing about the relationship is that Sam is needy and he’s searching for something, and It’s out of this weakness that he starts going down that path with Ruby. Obviously we know now that he wasn’t hooking up with her just for sex; she was also providing him with demon blood and he's become addicted to her. It shows Sam's strength in keeping on the [hunting) path he set out on years ago.

While it's true that Sam hasn't truly gone dark side (yet), after drinking copious amounts of demon blood, he told Ruby in the season finale that he’s changed for good. Will he continue to change into something less than human? “I hope Sam has changed for good," Padalecki insisted. "I think it'll be more interesting to see him struggle with that than if it's: ‘Oh, well, I haven’t drunk demon blood in a while and I'm okay now!’ That kind of loses where we are in the story, so I hope Sam has turned that corner. It's a much stronger storyline, a much stronger character arc to say, ‘No, it has changed me and now I have to fight that battle.’ It makes it more complicated, and it'll be interesting to see him fight that."

And Sam versus Dean… "I think the fans don't like it when Sam and Dean light,” Padalecki notes, "but it's part of the story. It’s necessary to tell the story of redemption, the story of destiny, and the story of good versus evil, so we really had to flesh it out. You have to hit rock bottom to climb back up to the top. I think Eric has a game plan. Eric is the king of Supernatural, and where he decides the show goes, the show has got to go there."

Of course, the question is; What is rock bottom? Drinking demon blood from your demon lover’s arm? “No,” Padalecki asserts. That’s just a step along the way. “I knew for Sam to change, it had to be something more than just, ‘Hey, hold the demon’s hand and all of a sudden you have demon powers!’ I never wanted it to be a montage of me exorcising demons and doing push-ups and standing on my hands and stuff like that, because that would’ve been a bit cheesy. It was nice that it was something a little more risque, a little bit more sexual and dark and dirty and seedy. There's a whole mythology that goes into drinking blood, and what happens when you drink somebody’s blood is that you take on that person’s attributes. I think it was a nice touch." A nice, dark touch."

So how far is Sam from hitting rock bottom? How dark is too dark for the fans to accept? “I think he’s getting there," says Ackles. “I think he's going to go to a place where he can't get back from entirely.

I think it's going to change the dynamic of the characters, which is cool. To have a show with characters and a storyline that are ever-evolving is always much more interesting than having the same thing week after week after week. Jared's character is taking a dramatic turn that could change the facade of the whole character, and the way he’s written and the way he thinks and talks and acts and walks, so I'm interested in seeing how far they'll take that in season five. Obviously there’s gotta be that brother connection, though.

It's the true [backbone] of the show. I don't think they're going to take it so far as to sever that connection. I think that there’s gonna be this long journey of re-strengthening that brother bond. Td like to see Sam try to get back to a common ground where they can be brothers again."

"Did the writers jump the shark by introducing a third Winchester brother? "No," said Padalecki, “because I think when the Fonz Jumped the shark on an otherwise realistic show [Happy Days], it really ruined it, but Supenatural is so wacky anyway, I think throwing in something like that probably didn’t surprise people.”

So what would surprise people? Having the series finale be a final confrontation between the brothers where good Dean has to kill evil Sam? ‘Tb be honest, I don’t know," said Ackles. “They just might take it that far!"

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authored-vanessa · 2 months

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“Why do you have to be such a freak!” Mom screamed.

I felt my eyes burn with shame, guilt, and total rejection.

“Go take off the eyeliner and put on some real clothes, now!”

For a moment I couldn’t even move. Then, I bolted up the stairs, tears flooding my vision and ruining my haphazard attempt at makeup. I somehow managed not to slam my door in my rush. I ripped and tore at my clothes desperate to escape them. Escape all this shame and guilt. I grabbed an oversized hoodie and jeans, then just kind of stood there. I had always known I wouldn’t be accepted but, it’s one thing to think it, and another entirely to feel it, to hear it, to be confronted with the reality. My head was spinning. I collapsed on the ground, and slept.

It was dark out when I woke. The faint fuzz of what would, horrifyingly, someday become a mustache was starting to grow back yet again. My whole body ached with the need to cry more, but no more tears would come. I was dehydrated beyond that. I caught sight of my alarm clock, 8:42pm. I stilled and listened, straining my ears like a deer who just heard a twig snap. The house was quiet, maybe they were gone?

I carefully pried open the door and moved stair by stair, my heart pounding so loudly I was certain the neighbors could hear it. When I made it to the bathroom, I locked the door and proceeded to wipe off all the makeup on my face, now a ruined smudge of blush, eyeliner, and caked foundation. My face was red and raw 15 minutes later, but maybe I could blend in again, go back to afternoons spent locked in my room playing at being her. The girl I shouldn’t ever want to be. It’s disgusting and perverse, right? I’m just a teenage boy going through a weird hormone phase. My friends are just better at hiding it that’s a—

“David, we’re home!”

My mom’s voice sent me into overdrive, suddenly the air was thinner and my heart was right back to thundering away. When I tried to reply, nothing came out at first. I held my breath. One. Two. Three. My mind stilled, she wasn’t yelling angrily. Not this time. I took another breath and held it for another triplet and this time I replied in my most gruff voice I could manage “I’m upstairs!”

It came out hoarse and fatigued. I left the bathroom and marched downstairs. I would apologize for being such a freak, let her and my siblings know it was just a phase and that I was done with being such a freak, a creep, a disgraceful deviant. Mom was placing bags on the counter and without turning to look at me just said “Go help your siblings bring the food in.”

So, I did. My guilt forcing my head down and my mouth shut. After getting settled again, Mom went to the living room and turned on the TV, I opened my laptop and logged back in to messenger. The usual family routine back in place.

dmon4763: How’d it go, gurl! I’m dying for the deets?

jesst_k1dngg: not great, i dont wanna talk about it

dmon4763: That great huh? Do you need a place to crash or?

jesst_k1dngg: ...

What could I even say!? Oh my parents just think I’m a freak? I’m just going to keep living a lie? Call me David again? I glanced at Mom hoping somehow she didn’t have the ability to see whatever was going on from the other side of the computer screen, impossible as it might’ve been.

jesst_k1dngg: i dont wanna talk about it, talk tomorrow?

dmon4763: Okay... just promise me you’ll actually be there tomorrow?

I closed my laptop without responding, walked out the door without saying a word to anyone. The cool, night air of spring instantly helped center me. I knew things were bad but I also could just keep doing what had been working for the last 16 years and everything would be fine. Sure, I’d keep feeling worse and worse, logically I knew that. But like anything, you could get used to it right? I longingly watched the cars on the highway, knowing that their destinations were anywhere far from here, far from this highway pit stop of a town where no one wanted anything too queer.

———

I recently finished reading Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan and it unlocked some of my own spark. Instead of hiding it away in my obsidian or a notebook though, I figured I’d post it and see if people like it. It’s definitely part of a larger story that is burning a hole inside of me so follow along if you want more, and if not, well I’m sure you’ll find a way to let me know. じゃあ、また今度ね！Until next time!

Authored: Vanessa

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authoresswillowraine · 11 months

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Shadow Soul

What. The. F…?!

The curse died on my lips as my foot damn near found its way through the floorboard of my mint, wild cherry red '69 Camaro. Finally, I was able to slam on the brakes.

In the middle of the road, illuminated by the glow of headlights, stood something.

At first, I thought it was a dog, but there was something off about it. It was too large, almost as tall as a full-grown deer, and blacker than the night around us. It met my incredulous gaze with a piercing stare that sent chills straight up my spine.

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. An emphatic mutter about never drinking and driving again died on my lips.

When I dared to risk another glance, I heaved a sigh of relief as I noticed its disappearance.

A dog. A big, freaking dog.

I had put my car in drive when there was a great growling sound rumbling in my left ear.

With caution, I turned towards the window, against my better judgment.

Glowing crimson eyes and bared teeth froze me in my tracks. Though its gaping maw never moved, words filled my mind.

"Soon, Corbin. Soon."

"Oh, SCREW THIS!"

I finally gathered what mental faculties I could and got the hell outta there. I never looked back or glanced in any of my mirrors.

My Camaro skidded sideways into my parent's driveway, and I beat a hasty retreat into the house. As soon as I was inside, I locked the door and checked out the window with increasing paranoia.

"Son, what on Earth?" My dad's gravelly voice rumbled from his favorite chair, half-drunk off his ass. My mother peeked over the top of her book with the same look of concern she'd been giving me for eight years. Ever since I was thirteen and had become her problem child.

"Corbin, honey, what is it?"

I swallowed once, twice, three times trying to get past the lump of terror in my throat that seemed lodged.

At the worry in my mother's voice, my father heaved himself out of his recliner and staggered over to me.

"I saw...I mean I think I saw...and it..."

"Oh, for God's sake," my father's tone rang of disapproval as he scented the air around me. "Alayna he's piss drunk and stoned as hell to boot."

I forgot my fear as anger washed over me, and a new shot of adrenaline pumped through my veins.

"Man, screw you!"

"Corbin!" My mother was always trying to play mediator and pacifier to keep me out of trouble.

"What did you say to me, you ungrateful bastard?" My dad's fists doubled at his sides, itching for me to push him once more, like old times.

"Jeff! Stop! That is your son!"

"Right. Couldn't prove it by me."

"My whole life I've watched you mess up and now it's all I do. All I've done for years. I'm exactly like you, JEFF. A colossal, perpetual fuck up."

"Enough, the both of you! Corbin, your dinner is in the oven, Jeff you finish your drink and drop it."

Whatever I had seen didn't seem so important anymore.

Halfway through my mother's lasagna, a thought worked its way to the forefront of my mind. It was like subtle drumming at first that grew in intensity.

Kill him. Kill him. He's a waste of flesh. Kill him.

It was as if it was on a loop in my brain and I couldn't change the track. Sure, my father and I had issues. He used to put his hands on me in anger often, but I'd never wanted to kill him. Throttle him, oh yeah. Murder him? No.

The thought was still thrumming through my head as I drifted off into a fitful sleep a few hours later.

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darakingwriter · 7 days

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White Crush

Soon, you hear it—the growl of a steel American Chevy, an old muscle car heavy with more than just metal.

Heavy with history and a ghost for a heart.

In the deep hours of night here in the Pacific Northwest, the Highway of Tears stretches before you, a dark ribbon through the forest.

The mass of metal slows down near a solitary figure—a woman who should be able to walk in peace.

The night air, heavy with the scent of doug firs and red cedars, shivers as the Chevy’s door creaks open.

A man with white skin emerges. In your rearview mirror, you watch them. He speaks. She reaches out, maybe to give him something, maybe to say no.

The white man's fist tightens around the girl's wrist. She’s sixteen, maybe.

He’s drawing her close to the gaping maw of his car.

In your gut, you feel it. Pulling her closer to his car than he should.

You wipe your hand down over your nose.

Her body stiffens, a deer caught in the glare of headlights, the subtle struggle captured in the tight line of her shoulders.

You've seen enough. With a determined grunt, you swing the door of your truck open, then shut it.

The heavy thud of you closing it echoes like a warning shot. Your boots touch the pavement, each step a deliberate thud.

The white boy sees you coming, and his eyes narrow then wide as he tracks your approach. You watch the play of emotions over his face—his initial smirk fades and sags into a flicker of fear.

His grip loosens slightly on the girl's wrist, and he scurries back into his car.

You halt ten feet away, letting him see you. Your chest heaves slightly from the brisk walk, the steam from your breath mingling with the crisp night air.

Your eyes lock with his, and you don't need words to tell him the reason you’re here.

He knows. He knows what he’s done—how the police let him get away with murder.

His eyes now flick from your face to your chest. Your jaw muscles on your right side flex and bulge at him. “Been looking for you.”

The steel white chevy. Impenetrable, colorless, and younger than it looks. The nightmare on this Highway of Tears.

“What you doing with my sister?”

Her eyes move to meet yours. She squints. She’s never seen you before and she's not wrong, because you’re too big to miss.

Her throat swallows. She double blinks. Now her head rises and her eyes look right into yours. Offer accepted.

You stride towards the driver’s side door, eyeing the steel. Craving it. You crave steel in a way other men don’t.

Wild. Raw. Melting under your own hard fingertips.

****

You nod to her, hold her eyes with your own, telling her without words she is safe.

With your fingertips like bird’s wings, you gently scoop her behind you. You hold her eyes, and nod to your truck.

Your truck is immaculate inside. Immaculate, because you know who your own steel beast is going to be sheltering. This is not the first time.

It should be, but this is not.

Organized in two rows in the console are peanut butter cracker snacks and apple juice boxes

“My truck is safe.” You nod again to your own steadfast vehicle.

She returns the gesture with a single, decisive nod, picks up your hoodie off the ground, and she swings open the driver’s side door of your truck. The door slams, and you like the way it sounds. Mad.

The white boy tries to throw you off, thinks he can. He tries. He shouldn’t. The arrogance is disturbing. He's trying it on you, so women stand no chance.

“You police?”

You snort.

That tells him everything.

****

You snort. At two things. At him, his attempt to derail you. At the police.

The police have done nothing about this killer sitting right here in front of you.

Just pencils, paper, reports. And girls gone missing, turning up in ways that make you want to piss hell and cry so hard even your muscles can’t hold you up straight.

“You might wish I was.” You say this from deep down in your gut. Matter of fact. “When I’m done. When I’m done, you might wish I was.” Your jaw cocks. You shake your head at him. “She’s not the only one. Is she?”

You know the answer to this. You already know. Finally, here, you’ve found it. This is the White Chevy, the white nightmare in this country.

You wrap one hand on the upper lip of his door, and the cold steel bites at your palm like it knows what’s coming for it.

White boy goes: “I got a crush on her.”

Uh-huh. As if this explains why he kills young women.

You raise one eyebrow, you cock your jaw. You slide your jacket off, slide it off slowly revealing your revving, pulsing muscles. Muscles hungry for the steel humming just inches away.

The hunger of your muscles sends your blood pumping faster, pushing up the whole roadmap of your veins. It’s already getting hard to peel off.

****

Your right pec twitches on its own, showing him what you really think before you speak.

Just what you want. It’s coming. The feast is coming, and your muscles know it.

You send your voice rumbling down through your hipbones and into the steel frame. “A crush?”

You grip and push the lip of the door above his head, nudging. The white ’67 Chevy sways and gives a little sweet metal spring squeal.

****

Nudging. Just a nudge.

This is just your first push.

****

You look down at the boy, his eyes now pinpoints. His body slowly, unconsciously leans back into the driver's seat as if the thin shell of his car could shield him from you.

His fingers scramble for the handle, and it cracks open. You thrust your thighs forward into the steel. You grunt, savoring the way the metal gives into your mass so easily.

The boy’s throat bobs, his head dips. He pushes into the door, one last attempt. It inches open, caught. You slam in again, still holding back so much. The steel shrieks, the door jam crumples, busted shut.

He fumbles for the keys. You reach in and cup his hand, oh, gently, craving the break of steel, not the break of a man’s bones.

His fist flexes into your palm.

You grunt, soft. These men who hurt women, they don’t sense the limits of their world.

You clench your fist around his, giving him a first taste of this awareness. Making him touch where this line lays.

His body shivers and clenches in the seat, sinking down, gritting his teeth. Resisting. Feeling the line, and not liking it.

The car’s keys slip into your palm.

Not done. Far from done.

Now the real pleasure begins.

In the depths of your belly, your voice finds its root—a low, guttural tone you feel with the memory of ancient forests and raging rivers. The power flows up from your abdomen, through your chest, and frees itself through your lips. Your voice envelops the boy’s vehicle, shaking every single metal molecule.

Resonating with it, saying hello—softening the metal to your touch.

Your muscles respond, rising with your guttural sound. From the inside, your biceps heat and swell, each muscle fiber engorging, pressing up against your skin. Your abs tighten into an impenetrable wall. The man inside the car stares at you, disbelief and fear replacing the predatory look he once wore.

As your growl crescendos, reverberating through the steel and the night air, the metal starts to yield.

You move stand in front of the car. Your hand digs deeper into the hood, coaxing metal to fold and buckle up. The heavy old steel with its hooded ridges and twin tips at your elbows twisting, folding upon itself like molten lava.

Oh, how the big old boy yields and yields and yields some more under your palm.

You turn your head over your shoulder.

You find the eyes of your sister. You see her, clearly. Her face like yours, her black hair still around her face, her young brown eyes sharp and scared. Sometimes, like now, the sense that these young women are your grandmother takes a hold of all your soul. A sense that makes no sense, as if they are the ones who birth themselves again into the world.

In this moment, you pause everything, and you send her a message with your eyes: You are safe. This world is yours, too.

You nod to her, and let her be.

You refocus on pushing your fingers into the steel, watching and loving the sight of your pumping forearms, pistoning the steel of the car’s hood in your fingertips, forcing the silver steel to show itself under the peeling white paint.

Now you sink your palm deeper into the car's hood, craving the mass of the engine block. When you find it, you ram into it with your massive weight, shoving down on top of the block. You release a growl, and the metal beast growls with you.

Your pecs push together, mashed skin on skin by your biceps hardening into massive, pulsating mounds of power.

Pressure and heat travel up your arms, a deep flow that feels like a thousand droplets of rain cascading on hot earth. You feel your skin tighten, your veins rising to the surface, a pulsing network of rivers fueled by an internal sun in your gut.

Your biceps and triceps quiver momentarily, as if savoring the pleasure before they too join in, surging in size and density. The hard steel under your palm softens, losing its rigid resistance, now wet earth in your hands, ready to be molded by your intent.

You breathe, a mixture of sheer power and intense focus. Your hand shakes, not from exertion, but from an overflowing reservoir of might, pulsating through you like a second heartbeat.

You nail the boy behind the glass with your eyes, pausing, letting him see your pulsing forearms, your pecs moving like slow waves, rolling up and down, up and down, wrecking his heavy metal beast.

His white skin turns whiter. Didn’t think that was possible, did you?

White boys can get whiter. You smirk and snort.

****

The White ghosts, they make other ghosts.

With your whole presence, your massive muscled body pumped up from softening his hood, you’re firing a hell of a warning shot into his gut and soul.

You turn your attention back to your hands, and press and push into the steel with your fingertips.

You know he’s watching. You know, you are the only thing that has a chance at stopping this soulless, bloodless nightmare from returning to haunt your sisters.

You know in your gut and your balls, what it means to be male. All heat and balls and bone and muscle. Throbbing life force, pulsing in thick packed muscle. Warming breath. Steam exhaling out of your mouth from your hot core where your soul lives.

You know what you are here for tonight.

You know, as you feel the pleasure of crushing and changing this steel, you are his terror in the night.

You dig in.

Your whole body shakes, but it's not a tremor of effort—this is your power humming in harmony, reverberating from your fingertips through your arms, across your engorged pectorals, down to your unyielding, pulsing abs.

It's as if every fiber of your being is vibrating at the same primal frequency, resonating with the land, the sky, the pines and cedars. It's the intoxicating scent of wet earth after a storm; it's the river carving through millennia-old stone—persistent, unstoppable.

The car lifts.

You didn’t plan this. You’re getting into it. Your body is responding, waking.

Your body rocks forward and back, your muscled fists grip the steel bar in the front. Lifting and dipping, lifting and dipping.

Your biceps heat and bulge, your pecs mash together and engorge with hot zinging warm blood.

Your thighs, doing the real lifting while your biceps savor their hard peaked show, crave more.

“More,” you hear yourself grunt, your voice coming up from a deep place inside your rocking, heaving body.

Grunting, pleasure pouring up through your feet, the pleasure licking and spiraling around your thighs, all your muscles join in, trapping the steel white beast in the air.

The front rubber wheels spin backwards, slowly, slowly, gravity pulling.

The skinny white man, all thin bones, shouts at you, “Jezuz, man! Are you humping my grill?”

“That what you think this is?" You send your deep voice through your hands on the engine block and grip the whole chassis with your power. "Got a crush on your ride.”

The pleasure of manhandling massive steel shoots through you from your gut to your pumped chest to your fists gripping the metal. “Mmmmf.”

You rock forward and lift higher to chest level, reveling in the weight rising in your hands.

“Fuck off, asshole.”

No. I’m not done. I’m not done here.

He fumbles for something in his console. You watch. You can’t wait to see what he thinks will stop you.

His eyes dart from you to the thing in his hand.

A knife.

****

A knife.

Pointed, gleaming like black oil in the night.

Long as his short forearm.

You recognize this tool. Instantly.

Hard not to. There’s nothing small about it.

The wounds on one of your sisters you found in a ditch—they match. The knife so big you wondered if the killer thought he was a butcher, and not a man.

A burning, fire-fast urge to flip this car blazes inside your gut, shoving power into the muscles of your legs, making your back muscles quiver and bulge out like heavy, pumped wings.

You resist the urge to give him what he gave.

Shit. Game over. Fun’s done.

You drop the car, you open your fingers and let the old muscle tank fall.

Keeping your breathing steady, your gut grinding with heat, your voice silent like thunder and rain waiting to burst in your throat, you look him dead in the eyes.

He swallows.

Mmhm. Good.

Your teeth gritting against themselves, you sweep around the side to where he sits in the driver’s side.

He has killed and his people haven’t played fair for centuries. You don’t know why you do it, but you give him fair warning: “You understand? Steel is a metal my body craves.”

His eyes rove up to you like little white pockmarked golf balls swinging wide and high into the trees.

“You’re a myth.” He scratches the back of his neck. His mind tries for a dismissal. His body doesn’t agree.

You lean down, way down, resting your weight on the open window. Your chest muscles mash together like men in a sweat lodge down south, pushing in his space. Muscle slides against muscle, your biceps brush against the flaring sides of your pecs.

You do this on purpose.

“How about it? You want to stab me in the heart?” The wolf of good anger lights and roars in your gut. Heat. Warm. Strong. “Like you did to her?

****

“Who?” He says with the overblown surprise of the guilty.

“Stephanie. She was sixteen.” You don’t like using the names of the colonizers, but they are the names known on the police reports. You use them because you have to, to be understood.

You put pressure into your massive forearms, letting your thighs add in the power they crave to power into your body. His eyes flicker to your forearms. You watch him swallow.

The white beast rocks towards the passenger side, the suspension scratching and groaning.

God, you are so glad you were born as a male this time. So glad you didn’t fool around with trying to be in a female body, trying to learn what it’s like.

You flex your pecs, rippling them so close to his sallow cheek flushing red, showing him the target he’s resisting.

“Like you did Bonnie? Age doesn’t seem to matter to you. She was thirty-two.”

You tap your finger over your heart, but it’s a long way through all this pulsing hard chest muscle.

Muscle women do not have.

Muscle that makes you a man, and you know in your gut just what the hell your job is.

You’re deliberately exposing your chest, a broad canvas of muscle and sinew.

You show him your heart—the same fatal mark he struck in your sisters—but yours is an armored fortress of flesh.

“What’s your game, man?” He shows a little foresight. Not bad.

You breathe in, your chest rises up more. You raise your eyebrow at him, feeling your own youngness rearing it’s head. You don’t mind. This white nightmare has earned it. “Fuck with me and find out.”

His black eyebrow pulls itself up on his incredibly white forehead. He shrugs one shoulder, “Not my funeral.”

****

He lunges, clearly confident his blade is going to part flesh, peel it, and hit blood.

But where he expects the soft surrender of flesh, you give him the hard barricade of your pecs. The steel, once a grim reaper's scythe on soft skin, is now impotent against the robust trunk of your body.

Your chest muscles grow more forward, pushing forward, mounding up like two big cliffs closing in on the proffered steel.

He watches, transfixed, as your pecs swell, reaching forward, gripping together, pushing inexorably against the steel that has taken too many lives. The corners of his mouth twitch, a nervous tic betraying his attempt to mask panic.

With every throb of your powerful pecs, his eyes widen, the realization of his precarious situation sinking in deeper.

Confusion flickers in his eyes, a dawning realization of his miscalculation. The irony deepens, rich and thick as blood.

His eyes dart from the expanse of your tensing chest to the massive swell of your relaxed but pulsing forearms. His expression flickers—a blend of disbelief and dawning fear. Each ripple of your muscles seems to draw a sharper intake of breath from him, his small chest heaving in a futile attempt to maintain composure.

As your muscles contract, bending the blade with ease deep and sweet, a growl ripples from the depths of your being.

Your soul vibrates through the metal of his car like thunder in the earth.

You are not just defending; you are proclaiming a powerful reversal of fate, transforming his weapon of sorrow into a show of strength.

You tilt your head forward, unhurried. You flex your chest. You stand there in his car window, your weight heavy and dropping the car down towards the ground, and you move nothing.

Nothing but your chest muscles.

Another grunt flows from deep inside, up from your gut, over your relaxed and pulsing abs, back into your chest and reaches out through the muscle of your pecs.

Are you growing?

Yeah. You might be.

Mmmm. Good.

****

You tilt your head down, watching. Seeing your each chest muscle reach out, breath by breath. Seeing these already large muscles of yours growing, gripping the steel blade.

As the steel tip nestles into the valley between your swelling pecs, you feel the cool hardness of the blade—a stark contrast to the simmering heat radiating from your expanding chest.

The raw pulse of your heart echoes through the muscle, thudding against the metal in a rhythm that grows more insistent, more powerful. The pressure builds, your muscles bulging with an insatiable need for dominance, dominance here that honors the lives that were stolen.

The steel, once unyielding, now softens under the relentless force of your chest.

Each breath you take fuels the expansion, your pecs like twin engines of growth, pulsing, throbbing, pressing forward. The sharp edge of the blade warps, curling inward as if cringing from the unstoppable tide of your muscle.

Your skin tingles with the rush of blood, the surge of power. The metal bends, twists, the once lethal edge rounding and dulling under the sheer force of your muscular embrace.

The car dips further, creaking under your mass, the groan of stressed metal mixing with the rasp of your breath.

The sound of the bending metal, a groan drowned out inside your own head by the steady thrum of your heartbeat, draws a slight shudder from him. He shifts uncomfortably, his back pressing against the car seat, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the force of your physical presence.

You look into the white boy’s eyes. Frozen. Still.

Boy, maybe we wouldn’t have to be doing this if your men could keep their word.

Faster now, your muscles work, the rhythm of your breathing quickens—deep, forceful inhalations followed by your potent, controlled exhalations. Your body is a piston of power, each slamming stroke played on the sinews of your expanding chest.

You give a final, forceful pulse, closing your pecs in a vise, the blade now grotesquely misshapen between them.

A growl rumbles up from your core, a sound of victory and rightness, vibrating through your chest and into the tiny cabin of the boy’s muscle car.

You ease off, your muscles slowly relaxing, but still impressively defined.

The remnant of the blade, now just a twisted piece of metal, thuds soft as it falls harmless, into his lap clothed in black jeans.

You reach in, your tricep snaking up and casually forcing him to lean away. Your fingers wrap around the softened blade. “This is mine now.” You let your voice rumble with the sound of a man talking to a small child. “It's a tool for living.”

****

You straighten, rolling your shoulders back, the night air cool on your skin hot from the exertion.

The deed is done. The steel that took so much life is now in your command, reshaped, reclaimed by your strength.

He mutters under his breath, a hint of awe lacing his tone, “Shit, man. You busted my engine block.” His words tumble out, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of your actions—your pecs obliterating the blade that tore through your sisters’ hearts.

You nod, your movement slow, deliberate, savoring the deep, visceral satisfaction coursing through you.

“I did." The pleasure in your work resonates in these two simple words, echoing around the cramped space of his car.

He shifts uneasily, jaw working side to side as he dares to meet your gaze. “How am I gonna get home?” he asks, his voice a mix of defiance and desperation.

Unexpected, fast tears well up in your eyes, heat pooling as your throat tightens in raw, hot anger.

“They asked the same question,” you growl, your sound rumbling from deep within your chest. Your massive shoulders roll with the motion of your head shake, your still-pumped pecs shifting under your skin. “Do you really think you have the right to ask that?”

He squeaks, a small, pitiful sound of realization. Finally.

Your lips harden and push forward. Your front teeth grip at each other.

Broken blade in hand, you turn, sending him a final shot--rippling your mountainous bare back at him.

You run your left hand through your hair, the night weighing heavily on you, charged with emotion. You swallow.

Striding toward your waiting truck, you catch the gaze of your cousin. Her watchful eyes meet yours.

Returning to your waiting truck, you open the door, and find her eyes. I am here. You are safe, sister.

Using the truck’s rear cab to shield your body, you reach into the front seat for your black hoodie. Sliding it over your head, your body inhales deeply, a wave of peace soothing your tense muscles, calming the pumping burn in your chest.

You hoist yourself into the cab, the vehicle swaying under your weight. Gripping the old shift stick, you engage the gear. “White men don’t have color,” you say to her.

Her eyes spark to life. “Or blood.”

Pride warms your chest, a gentle glow. She’s resilient, full of life even after everything. “What’s your name?”

“What’s your name?”

“Destiny Rose.”

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ameliahosch · 9 months

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Take a peek at Leading the Battle:

A flash of movement lunged from the side of the road, pulling my focus from my mind. Slamming on my brakes, a deer barely made it across my lane of traffic before my front end careened right where it had been. Jerked back into awareness, I overcorrected. My backend fishtailed. Shit!

Using both feet on the brake, I held the steering wheel firm. The sides of the road swapped entirely too quickly. The trees blurred, and I slammed my eyes shut. My knuckles ached at my grip. The vehicle spun beneath me before skidding to a halt halfway on the shoulder and facing the wrong way.

Slowly, I cracked open an eye. The radio filled the cabin, and the ditch blazed alive with my headlights. My body erupted in a quivering mess. Screaming at the adrenaline, I pounded my steering wheel. The eerily quiet night offered no comfort. Throwing it into park, I checked for any damage. Nothing. Good.

Forcing calming breaths into my core, I shakily checked my phone. Kian and Ryan were safely at Wolfisle. Maybe they’re in it together. Paranoia prickled down my spine. Acnos said we could trust him. It anchored in my bones and poisoned my veins despite our divine confirmation. Get a move on unless you want them to catch you. The critic added toxicity.

I guided the car back onto the lonely road. Lonely is better than company. The branches from the trees reached out at me like desperate hostages. Blasting the AC , the heat rushing through my body subsided. The shadows danced along the road, beckoning me all while the music droned on as incoherent background noise.

My erratic thoughts bounced absurdly out of control. Everything that I knew was gone. My entire life had been a lie. Everything she had said to me was a twisted version of the truth. The only reason I wasn’t killed was that I was going to have her savior baby. I shuddered at the thought. Was everyone in on it? The council never indicated any such motives. Growing up never seemed strange or out of place until recently.

Headlights popped into my rearview mirror. My heart sped up. My fingers firmly repositioned and gripped the steering wheel. Slamming on the gas, the trees again lost their detail while I raced through the mountains. They quickly disappeared behind the curves and hills. They’re catching up. You better hurry. The slime slid down my limbs, adding weight and making them difficult to maneuver.

My phone lit up in the passenger seat. Ignoring it, I whipped off the road towards Wolfisle. Another hour at the most. My tears had long dried up, leaving behind a cold exterior. Staring lifelessly ahead, another set of headlights illuminated my rearview. It’s her. Within seconds, they were close to my bumper.

A straight-a-way opened up, and the car sped around me. Slowing down, I waited for their brake lights to engage, but they continued on their journey, not paying any more attention to me. A quick scan of the car showed the critic wrong. It’s not. Now shut up and let me drive. Mentally, I shoved them aside and sent them tumbling to the back of the mind.

The road to his place glimmered like a sidequest in a video game. This is it. The car slowed, but the adrenaline pumped itself heavily through my veins. Eyes watched me from the safety of the tree line. This was a mistake. Apprehension leaked from my heavy muscles.

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babyboybowen · 1 year

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Book fair! I volunteered for the day and was able to be there when Bowen’s class came in - so fun to see him and his friends at school!! What a sweet class they are. Bowen was so excited and happy to see me at his school - made my heart melt. His teacher told me again what a kind and wonderful kid Bowen is and that she loves him! I’ve been really enjoying being so involved in the school and with Bowen’s class and hope to continue. The PTO does really great work and Bowen has a very sweet group of friends.

The sad and bad news is that later this day, on the way home from picking up Wyatt, a deer hit my car, literally jumped a guardrail and slammed into the side of my car. We are all ok, but the boys were shaken up and crying 😭. My car unfortunately sustained some damage and will need a long stay at the auto body shop. Im pretty upset about the whole thing - for the boys to go though something like that, for the poor deer (although it ran off so I hope it’s ok), and for my car which I LOVE and am so grateful to bc it kept us all safe!! But it’s horrible timing to be out my car and $$$ right around the busy holidays, and im sad I won’t have my car for a while. Remembering to count my blessings that the boys and I are all totally fine.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

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