#and she walked up to my mattress sat down and hissed

[lovelyjj]

Hopelessly Devoted

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.7k

(not my gif)

a/n: the first time I posted this it didn’t show up in the tags so i’m posting it again!

JJ has never experienced this before. His whole life he has never felt this way before. The only word that he could describe it is lovesick.

JJ was absolutely totally undeniably completely hopelessly in love with you. and you had no idea. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious. The way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

Other people noticed it too the way JJ looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. John B, Pope and Kie could tell their friend was in love.

"Does she ever talk about me?" JJ asked Kiara as they were out on the boat.

You were working and missed out on the boat day but you didn't mind you were gonna catch up with them later.

"I mean she doesn't not talk about you." Kiara replied.

"Come on Kie, I know you guys have your girls night. She has to say something" JJ begged.

"I think she loves you as a friend" Kie offered.

"You don't ask her about me?" JJ frowned.

"Not really slipped my mind."

"Well next time you see her will you." JJ asked.

"oh no i'm not getting in the middle of it." Kiara reasoned.

"You already are in the middle of it."

Kiara turned away from JJ shaking her head and looking out at the ocean. John B was driving the boat back to the château after a day of swimming and fishing.

Later that day when it started to turn into the evening you came over bringing snacks with you for a movie night.

You knocked on the door and then entered the château.

"Hey I brought snacks," you shouted hoping they could hear you.

"thank you y/n" John B acknowledged.

You walked into the living room ready for a chill night with your friends.

JJ patted the seat next to him on the couch gesturing for you to come sit next to him.

"Sit with me" JJ spoke.

You climbed over Pope and Kiara who were on the floor cozied with blankets and a air mattress.

John B and Sarah were on the couch too. The space JJ pointed to was small and so you sat down a little squished.

The movie started and everyone settled down. However, you seemed to inch closer to JJ progressively throughout the movie.

It got to the point where half your body was on top of him. Then JJ took it upon himself to haul you onto his lap.

"There. That's better huh," JJ whispered in your ear.

You simply nodded focusing your attention on the TV.

Near the end of the movie you started to grow restless. You shifted around and ended up straddling JJ's lap. Now you were facing him.

"Hi there princess."

"Hi"

"Shhh" Sarah hissed.

You then proceeded to lay your head on his shoulder, nose nudging at his neck. Eventually you fell asleep.

There wasn't that much left of the movie. JJ was shocked you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe it, your soft breaths hitting his neck. Occasionally, JJ would rub your back, soothing his hand up and down. When the movie was over and the snacks have been eaten JJ got up.

"Alright guys Im gonna hit the hay, and get this one to bed."

Your legs unconsciously wrapped around JJ's waist. JJ carried you by the back of your thighs.

When JJ made it to his room he laid you down on his bed. He brought the covers up to your neck and kissed your forehead.

"Good night angel."

JJ went to the hall closet for some blankets. Then he made himself comfortable on the floor.

—————

You woke up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had. Maybe it was JJ's scent in the sheets or being in his bed but you were unbelievably comfortable.

You started to sit up when you did you noticed a mop of blonde hair peaking out from a blanket on the floor.

He slept on the floor? You were shocked. What a gentleman. You would have been fine sharing with him though.

"JJ," you called to him.

"JJ."

When you got no response you threw a pillow at him.

JJ propped himself up on one arm and threw you a nasty glare.

"Seriously" JJ asked.

You scrunched up your nose, "You weren't waking up."

"So you through a pillow at me?"

"Yes." you laughed.

And JJ who loved the sound of your laughter grinned.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You asked curiously.

"I wanted you to have the bed," JJ spoke sincerely.

"You could have shared with me," you reasoned.

JJ hitched his throat. The thought of you sharing a bed with him had his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if you would have cuddled with him. No that he couldn't handle. He was practically blushing.

"No baby girl you just seemed so tired I didn't want to disturb you." JJ responded. He didn't even notice the pet name. It just flowed out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even notice how flustered it made you.

You buried your face in your hands hiding your flushed cheeks and smile.

When you uncovered your face and looked at him JJ was already looking at you. To him, you looked breathtaking. Your hair was messy and your lips looked plump. Your face looked ethereal. JJ could feel his blood rushing through his body. Then he got himself thinking, if he could wake up to this beautiful sight, to her, every morning he would die a happy man.

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The next day you all went over to Sarah's house to go swimming.

The boys came to pick you up at your house since yours was closest to Sarah's. You were the last stop.

You were wearing a purple bikini and some jean shorts over it. When you entered the twinkie JJ took notice to your lack of clothes and exposed skin. You looked hot and JJ was practically drooling.

Your legs were pressed together in the back of the twinkie as John B drove. Pope was in the front seat leaving Kie, JJ, and you in the back.

JJ reached over and put a hand on your thigh. This causing you to blush furiously. This action unnoticed by kie.

"Hi pretty girl," JJ whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back.

The rest of the drive over to Sarah's house was quick and you all casually conversed.

"Alright ladies, here we are," John B shared.

JJ was first to hop out of the van. The rest of you quickly followed.

After entering Tanny hill you all headed to the pool area. Sarah was happy to host everyone over.

The pool was huge and you forgot how well off kooks are.

"Here are some towels," Sarah commented.

"Thank you."

The pogues were lounging around the pool no one was going on just yet.

You stripped down into your bikini. Not even 10 seconds after you did so JJ was picking you up bridal style.

"JJ don't you dare."

JJ swung you over the edge of the pool and acted like he was going to drop you by releasing you from his grip over the ledge. Each time he would fake drop you you would cling onto him a little tighter. He would fake drop you three times and on the fourth he actually threw you in.

When you surfaced you gave JJ the stink eye.

"Your welcome," JJ offered.

John B got up and made his way to sneak up behind JJ. It only took one shove for JJ to end up in the water.

"Hey!" JJ said as he surfaced wiping his face.

"Thank you John B," you voiced.

"Anytime."

In no time the rest of the pogues joined you and JJ in the water. Pretty soon everyone was splashing each other.

You all had a good time swimming and splashing.

About an hour or two later you sat in a lounge chair working on your tan.

Kiara came and sat by you.

"So tell me what's going on between you and JJ," she spoke resting her chin in her hand and her elbows on her knees.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us," you stated shocked.

"Just admit you like him already would you," Kiara put out.

"I don't know what your talking about," you smiled smugly.

Your smile did not go unnoticed by Kiara who just shook her head and looked the other way.

JJ walked over to you and sat at the end of your lounge chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" JJ says nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you and Kiara say at the same time.

"Right we'll I was wondering if y/n wanted to come surfing with me tomorrow morning?" JJ placed his hand on your knee and uses his thumb to stroke the area.

His actions don't go unnoticed by you but you let him touch you as you found it sweet and endearing.

"Yeah i'd love to go surfing with you J," you added.

"Great. It's a date."

———————

You woke up on the pull out couch in John Bs den. It was all a haze waking up to hushed voices in the living room. The sun peaking through the window.

"Hey sleepy head." JJ's voice rang through your ears. You let out a groan and covered your head with a pillow.

JJ grabbed the pillow and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Ready to go surfing?"

JJ's eyes were bright and he had a faint smile on his lips. Truth be told he was excited to spend some alone time with you. He was deeply in love with you and you were absolutely clueless.

"Yeah give me a minute."

——————

You and JJ sat on the sand after crushing the waves. JJ had his arm around you.

"Thank you for coming out with me." JJ spoke softly, digging his hands into the sand at his place next to you.

"Yeah no problem, the waves were great," you smiled.

JJ was at war with himself. He desperately wanted to tell you how he feels about you. How he loves you so much. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops. He just didn't know how you felt and it was torture. He didn't think you liked him back but then again he didn't know for sure. Should he risk everything including you friendship and tell you.

JJ was conflicted. Right now was the perfect opportunity. You were alone overlooking the beach. And here you are sat next to him without a clue that his heart is beating faster with you next to him. JJ finally decided to do the next best thing: ask you out.

"Hey, So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?"

"With the other pogues?" you questioned.

"No it would be just us." JJ answered.

"Like a date?"

JJ panicked. "No not a date. Just two friends hanging out."

"Oh okay. Yeah I'd love to."

__________

You and JJ had your dinner and it was lovely. You guys talked and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Your legs touched under the table and you felt like you were floating.

It was three days after the dinner when you were walking to the château.

It was a 5 minute walk but you decided to stop at the store to get some beer, making your walk a little longer.

You were almost to the store when a truck pulled up right next to you. To your horror it was Rafe and Topper.

"Hey there girlie," Rafe commented stepping out of the truck.

"Rafe." You gave him a mean look.

As he got closer to you, you could see his face more clearly. He had a black eye and a busted lip.

"What happened to you?" You asked, not that you really cared.

"Your little boyfriend is what happened. But you should see him." He whistled, "Not pretty."

"I swear if you hurt him-"

"What? What can you possibly do to me." Rafe spoke.

Without thinking you threw a punch at Rafe hitting him in the nose.

"You little shit!" Rafe snarled.

"Topper grab her!" Rafe shouted.

Topper took your hands and held them behind your back holding you in place.

"That pogue really got me. Now it's time for some payback."

Topper held you down while Rafe hit you. You were able to kick him in the balls but he was beating you pretty badly.

All of a sudden the three of you herd a siren. Topper let you go immediately and tried to act natural.

Sheriff Peterkin stepped out of the car.

"What's going on here?" she questioned.

"Nothing sheriff." Rafe yelled.

"Why don't you run along and get out of here," sheriff peterkin announced.

Rafe and Topper were quick to move. They quickly drove off not wanting to get in trouble.

"You okay miss."

"I'm fine," you whispered.

Then you fell to the ground and everything went dark.

—————

When you first woke up you were confused as to where you were. Slowly becoming conscious, you realized you were at the police station.

"Oh good your awake. I'd like to see you in here please." Sheriff peterkin ordered.

You slowly got up and made your way to her office.

"Have a seat."

You sat down quickly realizing that everything in your body ached.

"Now who did this to you?"

"I think you know," you replied weakly.

"damn it!" she cursed.

"Would you like to press charges?"

"No. I just want to go home," you spoke truthfully.

"I highly advise-"

You cut her off, "I just want to leave please."

"Ok." She motioned for you to exit the room. You breathed a breath of relief.

On your way out you looked at the time. It was almost 3pm. You were supposed to be a John Bs an hour ago.

You slowly but surely made your way over to the château.

When you arrived the pogues were all out in the porch. You were anxious to face JJ because you don't know how he's going to react.

You walked up to the lawn and the pogues could see a shadowy figure. When you stepped into the light on the porch all the pogues gasped.

Your face was badly bruised.

JJ stood up. "What the fuck!"

"JJ-"

"No stop. Who did this to you?"

"Rafe."

JJ started walking. "I'll kill him."

"No JJ. Please don't," you pleaded.

JJ was fuming. How dare someone hurt his girl. JJ felt a little bit guilty because he fought Rafe a couple days ago.

"It's all my fault I shouldn't of provoked him. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know he would come after me. it's ok."

"It's not ok," JJ expressed.

JJ took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He had you hop up on the sink. He began cleaning your wounds.

"I can't believe he laid his hands on you." JJ spoke.

"I'm fine JJ."

"Look at you. No your not."

JJ dabbed at your eye and you winced.

"Sorry," JJ apologized.

When JJ was just about finished assessing your injuries he began to speak. "I can't do this. This is breaking my heart."

"JJ wha-"

"No let me finish."

"I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. My chest physically hurts and I feel like i'm going crazy because Im crazy about you. I can't pretend like i'm not in love with you when I am."

JJ's chest was rising up and down. He was breaking down over his love for you. He was ripped to shreds at the sight of you hurt. It tore him apart.

"JJ I have always loved you," you confessed.

As if he was holding his breath he let out all the air in his lungs. He gave you a bright smile.

JJ wasted no time as he leaned forward in his spot between his legs. He cradled your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and frantic.

You were surprised at the passionate nature of the kiss. Your stomach was tingly. Your mouths explored each other's. When the need for air became too strong you pulled away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." JJ expressed.

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[rafeysbafey]

✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI

summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more

warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding

word count. 1.1k

a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao

“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.

anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.

chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.

“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.

“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”

“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.

you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.

he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.

it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.

you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.

but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.

“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.

“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.

his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.

not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.

“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.

“we’re sharing a room.”

his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.

“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”

“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.

“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.

“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”

the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.

and to make things worse, there was only one bed.

“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.

“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.

“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”

“dick,” you muttered.

“what did you say, brat?”

“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.

the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.

you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.

walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.

“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.

“at least give me a pillow.”

“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.

you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.

"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.

"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.

before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.

"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."

it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.

you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.

"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.

"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.

"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."

you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.

"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.

"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."

flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"

it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.

"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"

"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.

ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.

"i'm in love with you, god damnit."

before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.

you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.

“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”

you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.

you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.

“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.

“fuck, y/n.”

“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.

ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.

his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.

he was big.

“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.

you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.

leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.

“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.

after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.

“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.

“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”

you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.

you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”

“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.

“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.

“don’t need to beg, baby.”

with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.

ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.

“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.

using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.

“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.

“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.

“im a jerk,” he added.

“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.

“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”

“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.

“i think i love you.”

“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”

“can’t you be serious?” he joked.

“fine, i love you too.”

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[rafecameroninterlude]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: dark!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝i lost myself and i lost you too.❞ — you leave rafe at the height of his addiction after a heated exchange. fast forward two years later, and you have everything rafe couldn’t give you.

warnings: addiction, mentions of drugs, domestic violence, recovery, so much angsttt

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i let my best friend read this and she told me i needed to make a second part where rafe and y/n run into each other and now it has me thinking lol. would y’all want that? let me know in the comments or ask box <3 series masterlist

“what the fuck did you do with my shit!” you followed rafe into his bedroom, tears streaming down your face as you watched him flip the mattress over. your heart ached at the sight of the man in front of you. “rafe..” you shook your head. the man you once knew was so far gone, you couldn’t wrap your head around it. “y/n, i’m not gonna ask you again.” he looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot as he grinded his jaw. terror flooded through you at being in this position once again. “i-” you sucked in a breath when he stalked towards you, his eyes narrowing, “i-” he took your arm, pushing you against the wall. “i flushed everything. every last bit of it. it’s gone, rafe.” he blinked at you, his expression blank.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” his grip tightened, the pain shooting up to your shoulder. “you’re hurting me,” your voice was small as the tears started falling again, rafe unfazed by your obvious discomfort. “what do you mean you flushed everything?” he let go with a push, running his hands through his hair as he jogged to the bathroom, looking down at the toilet bowl as if his coke would be there waiting for him. he stared down wildy, your blood running cold when he slowly turned his head in your direction. “you said you were going to stop!” you sobbed, falling to the floor as you recounted walking in on him doing a line before he tried to gaslight you into thinking you didn’t know what you saw.

he walked over, squatting down as he took your chin inbetween his fingers. “look at me,” your eyes softened at his gentle tone, the feeling of pure horror returning when he smiled. “i could kill you right now.” in a flash, his fingers went from your chin to wrapping around your throat, yanking you up with him. you thrashed against him, your hands flying over his own in hopes he’d let go. “you wanna throw out my stuff? fine. i’ll throw you out then.” he dragged you to the front door, pushing you outside before slamming it shut. you lost your footing, your knees and the ball of your hands scraping against the pavement. you hissed, your white dress adorning new dirt stains. physical pain couldn’t compare to the emotional pain you felt right now.

you stared at nothing, having moved yourself from the concrete to the grass. you couldn’t even think of any words to describe what you were feeling at the moment. empty, defeat, sorrow, grief. how is it that you were grieving someone who was still alive? you sat for a long time, just listening to the birds chirp as the sun began setting over the horizon. while the outside was beautiful and lush with green from spring, there was a storm raging inside rafe’s home that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. you thought about things, and reflected over your relationship with rafe for the past four years of your life, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that the bad outweighed the good anymore.

on sore legs, you tried opening the front door, and much to your dismay it was locked. making your way around the house, the back door opened with ease as you slipped in silently. you took a look around, your heart twisting in your chest. all the furniture was flipped over, shards of glass from shattered decor and picture frames covered the floor, even the tv was knocked on its side. you managed to walk around the mess, keeping an ear out for rafe just in case he tried to come at you again. it was eerily quiet but you made your way upstairs nonetheless. you walked past the bathroom, freezing as you noticed rafe lying on the floor.

you peeked in, examining the unconscious man. his knuckles were bloodied, along with a few cuts on his arm that you assumed came from punching stuff like a maniac. soft snores echoed through the air as you felt an overwhelming sense of flight. it was now or never. you needed to leave from here, from him, and never look back. you didn’t care about anything that couldn’t fit in a backpack, quickly packing enough clothes to last you for a few days. you were going to explain everything to your parents as soon as you got the chance, but right now your main focus was getting to the mainland before rafe could wake up. you threw your hair up in a clip as you speed walked down the hallway, not even bothering to look at rafe one last time.

as soon as you made it out the door, you ran like your life depended on it, and in a way you assumed it did. you ran until your lungs burned with each intake of breath. you glanced down at the time on your phone. 8:45 PM, the exact time of the last ferry for the day. you took a deep breath, stepping on as you handed the guy at the front ten dollars. you spent the ten minutes it took to get to the mainland silently crying, fighting the urge to go back to rafe.

two years later…

“damn! that was really close!” topper watched the golf ball fly in the air, landing by the hole. “move over, watch how it’s done.” rafe laughed, ultimately not making the goal. they had been at the golf course for about an hour now. “hey man guess who’s coming back to figure eight.” rafe shrugged, taking a sip from his water bottle. normally no one ever left figure eight, except for..

“y/n. my sister told me a few days ago that her parents gave her their estate as a wedding gift. crazy right?” rafe paused not knowing what to take in first. the fact that you’re coming back, or that the words ‘wedding gift’ just left topper’s mouth. he stayed quiet, pondering over what he just heard. “y/n’s married?” apart of rafe was hurt at the revelation, but he knew he didn’t have the right to feel anything towards you. except guilt for everything he put you through.

“yeah, my sister went to her wedding like a month ago..” topper examined rafe’s reaction, “i’m sorry i shouldn’t be telling you this, i know you two used to be serious.” he took off his cap, wiping the sweat from his forehead. rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. “nah, it’s alright. i don’t think she knows i’m still here. i gave my dad hell so i’m pretty sure the last thing she, let alone anybody else, would expect is that tanneyhill is mine now.” he sighed, his golf club long forgotten in the dirt. “we’re bound to run into each other at some point.” flashbacks of you two ran through his mind, nothing but shame and anguish flooding his senses.

“i gotta go ‘top, i’ll catch up with you later, yeah?” rafe booked it across the golf course, ignoring the concerned shouts from his friend. for the next few days, rafe felt on edge as old urges started to pick at him, his frustration only growing as he fought with the idea to pass by your place. he wasn’t going to disturb your peace or talk to you or anything, he just wanted a glimpse of you. ‘fuck it.’ rafe grabbed his truck keys, knowing he was going to regret this later.

your parents, now your house, was only a few blocks away from tanneyhill. rafe didn’t fully pull onto the street, instead he parked at the corner, your house in clear view. there was a small moving truck outside, a man with black hair carrying a box inside. he didn’t have a work uniform on. rafe’s suspensions were confirmed when the same man walked out, you following behind him with that same pretty smile on your face. as if moving in slow motion, rafe watched as your husband picked you up, his heart twisting at the sight of you two sharing a kiss.

sure enough, your boulder of a ring caught rafe’s eye, the diamond sparkling underneath the afternoon sun. tears welled up in his eyes at how happy you were. your hair was longer, cheeks fuller, you were still the epitome of beauty. he beat himself up the entire time you were gone, and he was probably going to forever hate himself for the way he treated you. blinking away the tears, he made his way back home, the house feeling even more emptier than usual.

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[texankat]

The Angel’s Demon 💋

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You let go of the kiss and looked to her, a wide smile on both of your faces “Is that what you were looking for?”

warnings: smut at the end

word count: 3.3k

Summary: You stumble onto Jenna, Giving her a great time as a apology for your behavior to her

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Jenna watched as you sat on the small ledge that overlooked the city, the sun was soft yet radiant with its warmth as you turned to look at her- giving a small smile. Jenna felt her cheeks deepen in a redder tint as you got up from the ledge and walked over to her, your tail softly swaying as you met her eyes at stopped about a foot in front of her. You gently took her hands in her own as her eyes widened as they flicked up to yours, you were still smiling at her… Jenna slowly pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, her face buried in the crook of your neck her wings wrapping around you.

Suddenly she was pulled back and out of the  fantasy, a cold silence filling her mind as she jolted up- slight panic in her breathes as she looked around the room. She had been sent back down on a mission, to protect a certain soul- which allowed her to enjoy the freedom of getting herself a hotel room to sleep in, sure she could just go back to Heaven but- something about the beds human’s used to sleep in was comforting, a safe place for anybody who just wanted to sleep or do anything else that was relaxing- albeit even the weird things. She sighed sleepy as she flopped back down on the bed, her wings hanging off the bed as the feathers from them flew off the mattress, one falling onto her face as she blew it off.

How could someone she was supposed to hate and despise be so good at making her want more of them? It was so unfair and frustrating…! Jenna Groaned and threw a pillow at the wall, pouting furiously as she glared at the poor wall- she then flipped onto her side letting out a soft sigh, eyes softening at the thought of you. She covered her face with her hands as she squirmed about, she didn’t understand it at all- was this some cruel joke played by Cupid?!- She had to just ignore it now, there was no way it would work out at all in the future, she would just have to learn to stop falling face first into your tempting flirts and grow a spine of her own.

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You had just got thrown out of the local bar of the city, the bar owner yelling at a few locals as you were thrown out- hitting your head on the cold pavement as you groaned. 

“AND STAY OUT!” One man hissed as you glared at him, standing up and dusting yourself off as you then flipped him off and muttered to yourself under your breath. You walked off still pretty pissed off, usually you could easily beat a mortal but for some reason you had gotten ganged up on so you- ehem… let them win… As you continued to walk down the street your tail flicked side to side angrily, you let out a deep sigh as you stopped in front of a small store. Looking inside there was a younger woman who was quite beautiful, you stared at her for a few moments before snickering to yourself softly and walking inside. The woman looked up and offered you small smile, you returned the smile before walking over the register she was at and leaned onto the counter. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing working my here so late?” You snickered as the woman giggled softly “Trying to make enough money to feed and cloth myself.” She replied, you have a genuine smile as you chuckle softly. 

After a few minutes of back and forth you walked back out, tail and horns gone as you had of course- possessed her, you weren’t gonna let the opportunity pass you up. You looked through her pockets and found a small key possibly to the shop, you paused for a moment before turning and locking the door behind you- sure you were a demon but you weren’t that evil… You had probably spent all the money that girl had available to her as you continued your midnight mischief, then a familiar face stared at you as you walked down the street, Jenna. You rolled your eyes with a smirk as she approached you with a small cocky grin of her own “Say- do I know you? You seem really familiar.” She cooed out as her wings twitched. You put a finger to your chin, pondering the question “I don’t think so…” you replied slyly, Jenna raised a brow at you as you try to keep yourself from laughing. “Come on let the girl go.” She finally said as you groaned, releasing the poor woman from your possession as she fell to the floor. She softly panted as she looked up to both you and Jenna, You leaning down to look at her.  

A angel and a demon- looking at both of you… the panic this girl felt as she quickly stood up and ran off, your eyes following her as your tail curled. “What’s up with her?” You snort as you looked over to Jenna with a small toothy grin, Jenna returning it with a smile of her own as you cross your arms at her. “Am I in trouble oh powerful one?” You snicker as Jenna softly chuckled “Not this time don’t worry, just had to make sure you didn’t kill another person for the what- 15th time this month?” You gave a sheepish grin as you shrugged “Who’s to say…?” Jenna gave a roll of her eyes as she giggled “Whatever…” She began to walk off which honestly surprised you, you waited a few moments before quickly following after her “Wait wait wait-“ 

Jenna turned to look at you as her wings ruffled a bit in anticipation as you slowed your pace and met her side “where are you going? Don’t we usually like- do the back and forth…?-“ you asked in a bit of a embarrassed tone, you weren’t completely sure why you were being so- concerned with why she was leaving, usually you didn’t get two shits… “I didn’t know if you were up to it.” Jenna shrugged with a small smirk before giggling “What? You wanna be around me?-“ “Hey- what?” You were puzzled in her sudden boost of confidence, but then it made sense- she was attempting to toy with you the way you did. You gave a light chuckle as you slowly began walking as you made your way behind her, your fingers likely trailing her neck “Maybe I do…. Maybe I’m just starving for you…” you whisper with a giggle- those few words made all of that confidence Jenna had built up disappear in a instant as her wings unconsciously fluttered from the sensation of your fingers, making you chuckle. “Cat got your tongue?” You tease as Jenna’s face turns red with embarrassment, turning her head away from your hand, which you respectfully allow.

Your Tail flicked as you tilted your head to her, snickering softly. Jenna crossed her arms as you yawned and stretched out, shaking your head as you looked over to her “So- what are you doing here? Protecting a soul from me and my friends?” You scoff playfully “Actually I am, I don’t need you possibly interfering.” You roll your eyes at her as you smile and shake your head “you think so lowly of me, I’d never do that to you…” you coo slyly with a cheeky smile, Jenna’s cheeks warming a bit at the sight.

You both walk for a little bit before you meet the entrance of her hotel she had been staying in “Okay- this is the only time I’ll let you possess someone so they don’t ask why you have horns and a tail-“ Jenna suddenly spoke up.

“Oh the Angel is allowing me to do mischief! My god are you turning against the Heavens?!” Jenna covered your mouth with her hand suddenly with caught you off guard, causing you to look up at her eyes “I’m not letting you do it because you’re getting to cause problems, I’m doing it because they can’t see my wings and halo- but, they can see your- features…” you gave a unamused look as you roll your eyes and push her hand off your mouth “okay okay…” You look around and see a small black figure moving in the alleyway right next to the hotel, you lean your body to the side to look over and see what it was- a small black cat. Almost instantly you took possession of the cat, trotting up to Jenna as you sit by her feet “Is this acceptable Miss?” You purr out, Jenna trying to hold back her laughter as she nodded, then picking you up- which you hesitantly allow. She walked into the Hotel lobby and up to the front desk “Just checking back in.” She softly told the man at the counter, him giving a nod as he looked at you “We don’t allow pets-“ “oh they’re my emotional support cat…if that’s a- thing…” You gave a fake meow and climbed onto Jenna’s shoulder, kneading at it as you curled up and snuggled into the crook of her neck.

The man nodded even though he didn’t seem the slightest bit convinced and motioned towards the elevators, Jenna thanked the man as she made her way to the elevator and pushed the button, waiting a moment as it opened and walked inside- pressing the top floor. Once the door closed you hopped off her shoulder “What was that for?!” She barked out as your head flicked up to look at her, the little ears on your feline’s head pinning back “Making it believable?” “You can’t just do that out of no where!-“ “why not?” Jenna opened her mouth to speak but stopped her self, her mouth agape for a moment before she shut it. She couldn’t tell you what she really felt about you, you’d make fun of her- it’d ruin the mutual respect you had for each other, or at least the respect she thinks the two of you had. The rest of the elevator ride was filled with a looming silence, the ding of the elevator reaching the top floor scared you and Jenna both, the doors opened and you followed Jenna to her Hotel room.

She unlocked the door as you squeezed through the door, hopping onto the bed as you unpossessed the cat, the feline letting out a soft meow as it crawled into your lap. Jenna softly smiled as she let her wings and halo been visible again, looking over at you as she grabbed herself a complimentary water from the mini fridge in the room.

“So- Why did you tag along?” Jenna asked out of the blue, making you look up from the cat on your lap “Oh-“ you weren’t really sure to be honest, you weren’t sure why you followed her. “You know- just to figure out what an Angel does in her free time, normal Demon stuff.” You shrugged with a sarcastic tone filling your voice as you flop back on the bed the cat meowing again as it hopped off the bed and walked over to Jenna, and hopped onto the counter she was next to. “Uh huh…” Jenna rolls her eyes at you with a small smile then looks over to the cat who was getting a bit close, the only reason why she had allowed the cat on her in the first place was because it was you- but now? She was kind of scared of it…

She was more of a dog person anyways- as she backed away from the cat it kept following her, meowing constantly before Jenna tripped over her own foot- falling onto the bed- well more so, on you. You and Jenna laid there in an awkward silence for a moment or two as Jenna’s face heated up drastically as you on the other hand were just- incredibly flustered and baffled by this. “Uh- are you… comfortable?-“ you awkwardly chuckle as you pushed Jenna’s wing out of your face, “sorry- I didn’t mean to crush you-“ “oh you will never crush me, your waaaaaay to small for that.” Jenna turned herself over as she still laid on top of you and glared at you “I’m not small!- I’m only 5’1-“ She muttered as you burst out laughing “Stop it’s not even funny!-“ She Barked as you continued laughing, your tail moving in a somewhat awkward version of a wag. You finally calmed down, still giggling a few moments at a time “Jenna- 5’1 is as short as you little Angels come-“ you snorted as her face turned red, a small smile spreading across your face as a result. 

Your hand gently began picking at Jenna’s wings as you both laid in a comfortable position, neither of you bothered to move or make those awkward as you continued to preen at her feathers. “You know- this is pretty nice, not having to worry about the- ‘rules’…” You softly mumbled as Jenna lifted her head from your chest “I guess-“ she replied as she let out a soft sigh, seeming to prepare herself for something- “Y/N…?-“ You give a small hum in response as you met her eyes with your own “Do you think… it’s weird for Demon’s and Angels to be in love…? Like it’s that a normal thing?…” You thought about her question for a bit, pondering it. “It’s not something that’s normal but there’s no rules against it in the underworld- but Angels that do fall in love with demons usually turn into Fallen Angels.” You lightly shrug as you continued to preen her wings. Jenna sighed softly as she laid her head back down on your chest,   It was comforting…Nice…Quiet…Warm…

Jenna had two options, just let this be a normal “Just friends but cuddling and stuff” or a proper- relationship… You look up to her with a bit of confusion “You okay Jenna?” Jenna perked up and sighed before pulling her hands up to your cheeks and gently grabbing them, you looked at her with confusion before it all disappeared within seconds.

Jenna kissed you on your lips with passion, her lips were tender and soft in nature but they held so much meaning in those few moments, you felt yourself almost instantly leaning into the kiss as your arms wrapped around her neck pulling her closer. Your tail curled as Jenna’s Wings opened up a bit in relaxation before cupping around the both of you, it felt as if time had stopped for the two of you, the loving nature of Jenna’s lips being pressed against yours made your heart soften almost as much as it grew for her. Air didn’t matter to either of you as the kiss continued for a little bit before Jenna pulled away from it before she had made herself pass out, both of you panting. “Is that why you asked me about Demon and Angel lovers?” You snickered as Jenna rolled her eyes with a smile “maybe…” before you could even respond she kissed you again, you, happily returning the favor. This continued for a little bit longer as the kisses got more intense, both of your bodies pressed up against each other, Your nails gently clawing into Jenna’s shoulders sparking small whimpers from her. 

You giggled at her as you then flipped her onto her back, She didn’t complain or even dare pull away from the kiss, this is what she had been wanting for so long… “You know, we’re kinda doing that thing that humans do.” You chuckle as you pulled away from the kiss, Jenna looked up to you with a confused smile “Doing what thing?” “What do they call it?- hooking up?” Jenna gave a mix of a giggle and a hum as you leaned back down and kissed her, meeting the same level of passion she had given you. Jenna was giggling to herself as she continued to kiss you, unable to control herself from giggling. “Can we do anything more than just kissing…please..?” She whispered between kisses and giggles that the two of you shared as you look to her eyes “I suppose, but promise me your not gonna freak out and push me away or anything-“ Jenna nodded her head as you then moved her shorts and underwear slightly to the side, sure she was a Angel but that didn’t mean she wear human clothing, you included.

Jenna let out a soft groan as your finger gently pressed up against her entrance she was a bit wet already, causing a soft giggle to erupt from you as you placed a soft kiss on her cheek before your finger gently crawled up to her clit then back down to her entrance before slowly pushing inside, a soft whine spewing from the angel’s lips as you gave a cocky smirk to her. “God whats got you so tight?” You teased as Jenna gave a small pout, before smirking “Waiting for you to make the first move, but obviously I had to do that…” she snickered as you roll your eyes at her “I could always stop-“ “no!- okay fine sorry, I won’t be a bitch-“ you mumbled as you chuckle, leaning her head forward as you place a soft kiss on her lips “that’d be nice, and a first.” Jenna was about to snap back at you before she felt the strap on you had someone managed to slip on without ever even knowing push against her walls, a deep needy moan was heard from her as you leaned forward and on top of her, pushing in as far as you could at the moment.

Jenna whined at the pleasure as you laid on top of her, her walls aching from having to be forced into relaxation. “don’t just- lay here… please-“ Jenna whimpered “anything the little Angel wants…” you whisper as you then lean back a bit and began to give her gentle thrusts as she groaned softly, still not satisfied with the current pace as her hips bucked forward in a bit of neediness and frustration as you raise a brow at her before giving more forceful thrusts as another moan escaped from her, throwing her head back into the mattress as she bit at her lip. You continued for a few minutes before leaning down at softly biting at her neck, adding to that already overwhelming pleasure Jenna was feeling. Her wings twitched softly as she tried to keep herself quiet and disturbing anyone else on the floor, albeit she already was being pretty loud- “fuck…” she softly whimpered as you began to thrust deeper and rougher, small tears forming in her eyes from the amount of pleasure and happiness she was feeling- her hips seemed to buckle as you stopped biting her neck, leaving trails of hickeys on her skin as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. You pulled her into a deep kiss as she finally let out a loud and long moan as you fucked her through her orgasm, hips slowing gradually before coming to a stop.

You let go of the kiss and looked to her, a wide smile on both of your faces “Is that what you were looking for?” You giggle, Jenna laughs and shoves your shoulder “oh stop!-“ as you both laid there comfortably something seemed to change the energy of the room, the happiness and lust still filling the air but a faint hint of something wrong…

As the two of you joked around for the rest of what little of night you had left Jenna’s feathers seemed to slowly fall off…

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[lostfirefly]

I will lay it at your feet, and I won't hold back anything, 'cause what you are is all, what you are is all of me

I dedicate this fic to everyone! But this is also my little gift to my manager @gingernut1314 :) She reblogs every chapter of my story with Buggy and OC and supports my crazy ideas in writing fanfiction! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and Fem.Reader (also fits for GN reader) - Masterlist is here.

Description: You haven't seen Buggy for several days, he's throwing you a candlelit dinner. Fluffy fluff!

WC: 1619

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “All of Me” by Ashes Remain.

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You hardly saw Buggy for several days. About the fact that he generally appears in your shared cabin, you understood when in the middle of the night his tired body fell onto the bed, the mattress sagged under his weight, and you instantly rolled into his arms. In the morning, you woke up, but saw only an empty bed and his scattered things. 

“Someday he’ll learn to put his socks away,” you mumbled, standing in your pajamas in the middle of your shared bedroom, looking around the floor. “At least it’s clear that he was here.” You chuckled, picking up your socks and tossing them on the chair.

You went into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee and sat down at the table. Suddenly, Mohji rushed into the kitchen to get a basket of apples for Richie.

“Hey, Mohji! Stop!” You called out to him. He stopped abruptly, and several apples fell out of the basket.

“Yes, Y/N.” He asked, picking up apples from the floor.

“Have you seen Buggy today? I’ve hardly seen him for four days. I understand he’s busy with his captain’s things, but I don’t even see him in the kitchen. Or hanging upside down somewhere in the mast area.” You giggled, imagining this picture, and took a sip of coffee.

Mohji, finally collected all the apples, tightly clutching the basket, came up to you. “I didn't see him.” He winked.

"What was that?" You asked, narrowing one eye. "You winked. Do you know where he is? Have you seen him?"

“I didn't wink. And I don't know where he is.” He winked again.

“There! You did it again! Do you know where he is? Tell me. I won't tell him it was you. I just.. I don't know. I miss him.” You became sad and began to twirl the cup in your hands.

From the moment you fell in love with Captain Buggy and stayed with him on the ship, you and Mohji became very close friends and sometimes spent time chatting. You told him how to communicate with girls, he helped you make friends with Richie.

“Sorry, Y/N, I don’t know where he is.” He winked again.

“Oh, go to hell! I hope Richie eats you this morning.” You waved your hand at Mohji.

But still? Where's Buggy? Maybe while you're waiting for him, he's hugging one of the girls on his team right now. No, no. He can't do that. You decided to wait for him tonight at all costs.

In the evening, while the team was having dinner, Captain Buggy did not appear again. You were about to open a bottle of wine, but suddenly grabbed it in your hands and walked along the deck.

“Fuck this! I’ll find him and tell him everything.” You muttered under your breath. As you walked past his office cabin, you noticed Buggy's shadow. “Gotcha!” You looked out the small window. You raised your hand to knock, but Mohji stopped you.

“You can't go there!” He said in a half whisper.

“Why?” You asked in surprise. “Does he have someone there? God, does he have someone there?” You felt like your head was spinning

“Don’t talk nonsense, Y/N, since you appeared in his life, he has no one. And you know it very well!” He hissed at you.

“What's all the noise here?” A deep voice was heard next to your ear. You and Mohji slowly turned your heads. Buggy's head was sticking out from behind the slightly open door.

“I.. I’m sorry, Captain! It’s Y/N’s fault!” Mohji lowered his head in shame and pointed his finger at you.

“Bastard!” You muttered through your teeth. 

Buggy left the cabinet and closed the door behind him. “Get out!!” He barked at Mohji and he quickly disappeared.

“Well, Y/N.” Buggy crossed his arms. “What's all the commotion? Is someone attacking us?” He asked rather dryly.

“What? No! I just.. Just. I haven’t seen you for several days. I miss you. See, I even brought wine with me. Let's consider this an apology gift.” You raised the bottle higher and smiled.

“You could have waited another hour and not started a race all over the ship.” Buggy smiled back, cracked the door to the cabin, looked in and closed it again. “Alright, okay. What difference does it make... Everything is ready. Close your eyes.”

You looked at him with round eyes. “What?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, my marshmallow, close your eyes. Is that too much to ask?” He growled. 

“OK.” You shrugged and closed your eyes.

“And so that you don't peep.” Buggy stood up behind you and covered your eyes with his palm.  “Let's go. Carefully. Step one. Step two. Step one. Step two. See, we're almost dancing.”

“Yeah, but where are we dancing? You'll feed me to the sharks for my curiosity, right?” You put your hand on his hand.

“What? Of course not! If I feed you to the sharks, who will I warm at night?” Buggy carefully led you somewhere and removed his hand from your eyes. “Now, my marshmallow, you can open your eyes!”

You opened one eye, then the other. “What is this?”

In the middle of the cabin, in the twilight, there was a round table covered with a red and white striped tablecloth. Candles, wine, snacks and two chairs.

“This? This's the table.” Buggy answered calmly and shrugged, not understanding your question.

“I understand that this is the table, Buggy. But that’s all. What's this?” You pointed your finger at snacks and wine. 

“Oh! I was preparing a surprise for you. For several days in a row, I sent someone from the crew to the nearest island to buy all the ingredients for your favorite dishes, and then made Cabaji cook it all.” Buggy put his hand on your back and gently walked you to the chair. “Sit down.” He pulled out the chair and helped you sit down.

“Really? Did you make Cabaji cook?” You started laughing, placing the bottle of wine on the table.

“I’m the captain of this ship, Y/N. I can force whoever I want to cook. I walk where I want, I order what I want. And now I order you to enjoy the evening.” Buggy took the wine you brought and easily opened the bottle, pouring the drink into your glass. “We drink to you, my marshmallow!”

“To me?” You were surprised, making yourself more comfortable in your chair. “Why?”

He blushed under all his clown makeup. “Well... You came into my life by chance…”

“Yeah, crashing into you with a bike was weird.” You took a sip of wine and crossed your legs.

“Hey! Not only did you crash, you also wanted to steal my money! No one dares steal from Buggy the Clown.”

“I wasn’t trying to steal. My hand just slipped under your coat, Buggy.” You shrugged one shoulder and narrowed your eyes.

“Liar!” He put some snacks for you. “So. I'm glad you came into my life.” Buggy blushed with every word he uttered and was already becoming like a beetroot.

You finished your wine and set the empty glass on the table, Buggy moved it toward you to refill it. “So, Captain. You cooked all this for me? Why didn't you just say so? I was honestly starting to think that you were... Well, uh... Cheated on me with someone.”

He froze and spilled wine on the tablecloth. “What?” He asked in surprise. “What did you think?”

“Buggy, the table! You spilled the wine.” You grabbed the napkins and quickly wiped up the drink residue.

“Fuck the table and fuck the wine. How could you even think that?” He froze with the bottle in his hand.

“I don't know. I'm with your team and on your ship not too long ago. How long? A month? So I was wondering.... I'm sorry.” You started running your finger across the table.

"A month and four days." He muttered quietly.

"What? Are you counting?" You asked in surprise.

“No. My memory's good.” Buggy blushed even more under his makeup and set the bottle on the table. “But Y/N, my marshmallow.” He took your hand and pulled you into his lap. “You have nothing to worry about.”

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. Buggy immediately put his arms around your waist. 

“I actually...this whole dinner thing. Well. I did. To say. Well. I love you.” He looked into your eyes. 

You froze for a second, feeling a slight chill run through your entire body. “You what?” You asked, starting to stroke his bandana.

“Damn. It's early, right? I said it too soon. I knew it. That's it, forget it. I don't love you. I was joking. I'm the clown. Clowns always make jokes.” Buggy became nervous. 

“What? No!” You kissed his red nose. “I just didn't expect that I wasn't the only one. You know… Who has feelings.” You said, looking intently into his green eyes.

He looked at you blankly.

“For those who don’t understand, Buggy the Clown. I love you too. Since I saw you for the first time. A fucking pot-bellied naked kid named Cupid hit my heart with a blue arrow.” You giggled and took his bandana off. “Here, it’s much better with your hair down.”

“So, we both love each other, right?” He asked, looking into your eyes and stroking your arm.

“Well, it turns out like this.” You shrugged and slowly brought your lips closer to his.

“Say it again.” He whispered against your lips.

You smashed your lips to his the moment he stopped talking. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” You kissed him again.

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy live action #one piece live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy fic #opla buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader

[xcaptain-winterx]

Heyy! I wanted to make a request and I was thinking if it can be something fluffy with aftercare?

with Andy?

List

Andy Barber x reader

summary: above

warnings: bit of smut, fluff, aftercare

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic.

Main Masterlist Andy Barber Masterlist

“Oh fuck, Andy!” you scream as he hits your sweet spot again. “I’m going to come!”.

Andy slams into you faster from behind, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Come, baby” Andy says, rubbing your clit with his finger, which is the last push you need to come. Your scream echoes around the room as you milk his cock in your cum.

Andy groans at the warm feeling of your cum and follows soon after. He shivers as he empties his load in you while slowing down his thrusts.

Your head falls forward, too exhausted to keep it up. You hum as Andy slowly lets you two down on the mattress, being careful not to crush you under him. The softness of the mattress against your cheek makes you close your eyes.

Slowly Andy slides his dick out of you, careful not to hurt you, but you still hiss. He says he’s sorry before walking over to the bathroom, leaving you alone to draw a bath.

Once he’s done, he walks back into the bedroom and goes over to your side, shaking you awake. You slowly blink your eyes open and lazily look at your boyfriend.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you into the bath” he says and carefully picks you up, bridal style. You let out a quiet chuckle as he carries you to the bathroom.

Since you started your relationship, he has always been a gentleman in every slightest way. From opening the door, getting you flowers after work, booking you a spa day to cooking dinner after a long day at work. You already thought this was lovely, but that was before you two had sex for the first time.

The first time you two had sex was after he slept over at your apartment for the first time. He drove there right after work and you two had dinner. Once you two were done and washed the dishes together, you got some wine and sat down on the couch. Soon your soft touching started to turn into more and the next thing you know, you two are in your bedroom naked.

That night you first ever realized how shitty your exes treated you because Andy made you feel like you’re in heaven. The first thing he did was finger your sweet spot, followed by eating you out. He almost came on the spot as you screamed his name as you came. Oh boy, and you weren’t ready for his dick.

Not only did you have the best sex in your entire life that night, but also the best aftercare. This man knows how to give some good aftercare.

Andy told you he made a list with everything a lady needs after she finished after you asked him how he’s so good at giving the perfect aftercare. You laughed before realizing he was serious. Andy really googled what are the best aftercare things and made a list based on those informations.

Oh, how you love this man.

“Do you want me to get with in?” Andy asks you as he carefully lets you down in the tub. You let out a sigh as the warm water swallows your body.

“Yes, please”

Andy smiles and nods as he carefully maneuvers behind you. His hands rest on your stomach, while your head rests against his chest.

“I love you” Andy whispers into your hair. “I love you so much”. You smile lazily up at him, seeing his face upside down.

“I love you too, Honey” you say back. His fingers caress your leg under water, running them over the prints he left on you. A whine leaves your mouth as Andy pushes you off his chest carefully to get out of the tub.

“I’ll just quickly grab you something to eat” Andy says, kissing your hand that is reaching for him. He laughs as you pout.

“Please, hurry then” you say and he nods.

“Don’t miss me too much” he jokes as he walks out of the door, his naked ass being the last thing you see.

It only takes ten minutes before he’s back, carrying a plate with bananas, blueberries, dark chocolate and almonds. He crouches down beside you, putting the plate on a little stool next to the tub. You sit up and look at everything.

“You really know how to spoil a woman. This looks so good” you grab an almond and place it in your mouth “mhmm”.

“I’m happy you like it, baby” he says, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world because you are to him. The moment he met you, he knew you were his forever. There wasn’t a moment of doubt that you two weren’t meant for each other. Andy wants to wake up next to you every morning till forever.

“I think it should be a law” Andy says, after some minutes of silence.

“Huh?”

“The list” he answers, “that everyone has to give their partner an aftercare which includes the things on the list”.

You chuckle, “You want a law that says that?”.

“Yes, only the best for the best” he says laughing, but not showing any signs that he is kidding.

“Well” you lean over the side of the tub to grab your boyfriend’s face and kiss him passionately, “I would follow that law”.

#chris evans #andy x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x female reader

[spidercookie18]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Biting, smut, oral, mutual masturbation, creampies, choking, degradation, praise, slightly possessive partner, mentions of blood, general violence, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her. Warnings: This chapter is basically mostly porn, barely plot. MINORS DNI Summary: David returns from his rampage. The fleeting feeling of rage leaving an emptiness in him that only bonding can fix. Word Count: 7k ish Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Six

David stumbled down into the cave, his spurs jangling as he walked. He groaned, his belly too full of blood and liquor. His boots scraped along the ground as he walked, too drunk to care to walk properly.

As he made his way into the cave, he saw Dwayne sat up in Paul’s beanbag chair, reading a book. He was keeping Paul company as he worked on his art project in the early hours; more waiting up for David than anything else.

The sound of bones clunking down to the ground echoed softly. Paul was determined to get the right look without duct tape ruining his vision. David looked over to the roost. Marko had already gone to bed; tuckered out from his excursion with the two of you earlier that night.

David stood halfway between the roost and Paul’s alcove; he swayed in his boots. The thought of hanging upside down made his stomach churn.

He walked over to where Dwayne and Paul were, and drunkenly pulled a beer can from the plastic six-pack rings. He burped and handed the few remaining cans to the brunette. Dwayne looked up at David, an uneasy feeling crossed his mind. He wanted to ask how he was doing, but the blood and sweat that ran slowly down his brother’s face warned against that. So, he took the cans from David, a half grin across his face, and set them down between himself and Paul.

From the corner of his eye, Paul quietly watched David.  He was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid, a snide remark to David right now would surely end in Paul finding out what his teeth tasted like. He just hummed quietly and pretended not to notice his ornery brother.

David popped the tab on the can, the hiss was louder than it should have been over the uneasy silence in the air. He swayed a little bit more before turning towards where you were, stumbling over the weight of his own feet as he clumsily pulled the curtain back. The liquid in his belly and the can sloshed around as he moved, the droplets of beer staining the ground and David’s glove as it flowed. He stood over you and watched as your chest rose and fell with your breath. He watched your silent, sleeping form for a moment, your stillness bringing a smile to his face.

David turned his pocket out and the shells he picked up tumbled to the ground by his boots. You heard the shuffling and clinking on the ground by the bed and stirred from your sleep.

“Mmm, David?” Your eyes sleepily fluttered open, just enough to make out who it was. You smiled up at him and your soft hand reached out to his own.

You let your eyes close shut and gently closed your fingers around his gloved hand, inviting him to stay with you in the bed.

He sat down on the mattress next to you and began to take off his boots. With the tip of his right boot, he pushed against the heel of his left, the boot came off with a thud.  He tried the same with his other foot, but his sock just slid down against the heel; he had to lean down to pull the other off, and he spilled the rest of the beer as he did so. David grumbled and let the can fall to the ground with a clank and a rattle as it rolled away.

Maybe I overdid it, he thought as he felt the burp in his throat come up with an acidic liquid. He swallowed hard and fought back the urge to throw up. Luckily, vampires didn’t stay drunk long, but he’d have to ride it out till then. David sat up and took a deep breath, he let his head fall back and his eyes close.

Why couldn’t anything just be easy for him?

Even in life everything was hard; and now, in eternal unlife, everything was more confusing.

He sighed and looked down at you. His dead heart ached watching his sleeping mate. He wanted nothing more than to be with you, for you to be with him, forever. He felt the ache in his bones, in his being; wherever his soul had gone, he was sure the ache was there too. You squeezed his hand in yours, and he smiled down at you. He brushed some hair from your face and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

You groaned, “David, you smell like blood,” crinkling your nose you pulled away from him.

He smiled against your skin, “yeah?”

You nodded groggily, “mhm…and beer,” you rubbed your eyes, “where did you go?” His appearance shocked you; he looked like he waged a war… against himself. You sat up next to him and pulled the blanket around your shoulders. “David?” the worry in your voice asked everything you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“I’m fine sweet thing,” he slurred, “you should see the other guys,” he chuckled, trying to ease your nerves.

“Oh, David…” you licked your thumb and tried to wipe the blood off his cheeks.

“Sweetness, I’m FINE,” he jerked his head away from you. David grabbed your wrist and held your hand away from his face.

Your sweet smile faded. You pulled your arm from his grasp and pulled the blanket closed around you. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but you shut him up. You put your hand in his face to keep him from getting up to follow you, “STAY.”

David scoffed, “excuse you?”

“I said, STAY, David.”

He bit at the air, warning you that he was annoyed. David watched as you stood and walked over to where your bag was on the floor. The blanket clinging to your body as you moved. You pulled out a bottle of water and twisted the cap off. You picked your shirt off the ground and poured some water on the sleeve.

You walked back to him and placed your hand on his nape. “Don’t move,” you warned, and dabbed the wet cloth along his cheek. He nipped at your hand.

You stared at him, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me gag you,” you scolded.

David raised his eyebrow at the thought, and you wiped down his neck, trying to clean as much blood off him as possible.

He tried to pull away from you, but you held him firmly by the back of his head, “you don’t have to baby me…” he grumbled.

You looked down at his hands and noticed the splatters of blood that came up from under his leather gloves. You slowly, and delicately pulled them off his hands, and turned the shirt over to start cleaning his knuckles with a fresh part of the cloth. You picked his hand up in both of yours, he hadn’t realized until then how small you actually were compared to him, and his hands. He smiled drunkenly at this.

You guessed at some point he took his gloves off to fight, but you weren’t sure why. You swiped the wet cloth gently against the back of his hands and knuckles and he hissed lightly. His knuckles were split, you were sure it was painful to the touch, but he needed to be cleaned. The cloth let out a squish as you squeezed it to get more of the water on his hands.

You could hear him growling now. “I’m not babying you,” you said gently as you wiped the dried blood off him. “I’m loving you…” you turned his hand over and wiped the dirt and blood from his palm. He stared at you in awe, he didn’t know what to make of you cleaning him off, but this certainly wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind.

David was used to licking his wounds for himself and his brothers, hell, sometimes they did it for him; but this felt different. It was much gentler, much more… human. There was something about the way you gingerly held his hands that made him feel odd; not weak, but incredibly strong.

He felt powerful watching you clean the blood off him, taking special care to make sure he was okay. You moved to his other hand and looked back up at him, his eyes watched you intently.

You smiled and went back to cleaning his knuckles, “you really did a number on someone, huh?” The backs of his hands were deep red, especially around his knuckles where they were cut up. The bones in his hand must have been broken earlier in the night, and the skin was already beginning to bruise green in some spots; one of the perks of being a vampire you thought, fast healing.

He chuckled, “it was just some assholes, no big deal.”

“Did ya have fun?”

“Mhm,” he hummed softly.

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re okay….” You smiled down at him, and he turned to hide his drunk blush. “I should take you on one of my hunts next time,” you giggled.

You tossed the bloodied shirt to the ground, and you turned David’s hand over, you kissed his palm, and he cupped your face in his hand. He could have sworn he felt his heart beating quick at that moment. He loved how sweet you looked, how kind you were, how happy you made him in that moment. You put your hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead, he winked up at you.

This new feeling felt like warm blood flowing through his veins, it excited him. He pulled your face to his and kissed you gently. You felt warm against his lips, and he felt cold against yours. You pulled slowly from the kiss and held him, his ear falling against your chest. David loved listening to your heartbeat. If his belly wasn’t so full of blood at this moment, he'd want to taste yours. He nuzzled his face against your breasts, you felt so soft, and good against his cheek.

David wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, “oh sweet thing,” he kissed up your skin, “I missed you.”

He heard the laugh come from your belly, “David, you were gone for only a few hours, it’s not even morning yet.”

“And I missed you every second,” he moved the blanket aside so he could kiss down your shoulder.

“Dork,” you laughed at him.

“M’ignoring that,” he nipped at your flesh, “I want you again,” he whispered. He licked along your exposed skin and let his teeth graze ever so lightly against you.

“Oh, David…” you whimpered.

He loved when you moaned for him, he loved more how good you made his name sound.

“I’m still sensitive from earlier,” you protested, only half-heartedly.

“Don’t worry sweet thing, I can fix that,” he drunkenly kissed further down your arm, then down your hand. His tongue lapping at the wet blood on your fingers and palm. It was an odd feeling, but it made the warmth pool in your belly.

A small moan came from your lips, “but Daavid, I’m so sooore,” you whined.

“I’ll be gentle my sweetness,” he turned your palm over and kissed it eagerly. His beautiful blue eyes looking woefully up at you.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and the iron from the blood on his coats. You weren’t entirely sure you could trust his word at this moment, when he said he would be able to control himself. Maybe you didn’t do your best to close yourself off to him as the sleep still crept through your bones, maybe you just had a look on your face that said what you meant, but he read it.

“Y/N,” David spoke softly, he placed his hand under your jaw and brought your gaze to his. “I promise I’ll be gentle… d’you trust me?”

His words made a blush come up through your chest and cheeks, it was like a fire under your skin. Your heart raced and the ache in your loins turned into lust as you stared at him.

Oh David…

David giggled, “you even make that sound good from your mind.” His grin was devious, his toothy smile made you nervous; and more importantly, it made you excited.

You nodded meekly and bit your lip; you were sure he could smell your want again. David kissed your open palm, “tell me what you want, my sweet thing.” Your eyebrows furrowed, the pathetic look on your face made David’s pants tight. “Well sweetheart?” David kissed your palm again, the blue in his eyes turning amber around his pupil.

“I…I want…” your eyes flickered from his gaze to his lips, your hands gripping his coat gently, “I want you to love me.”

David stared up at you. He stood, his expression softening, “Y/N, of course I love you…” He put his hand back on your cheek and pulled you to his face. He let his forehead come to yours, nose to nose, “you’re my mate,” he spoke softly against your lips, “you’re mine. I’ll always love you.” David kissed you, deeply. Holding you in his arms as you let your body relax and fall fully into the kiss.

“Even if you try to run away,” he joked.

“Shut up,” you snorted.

Vampires bonded through various ways, feeding on each other, fighting each other, and fucking each other. It wasn’t just a simple act as it was for humans, it was more complex, more intense, it bonded them more than emotionally or physically. It was a spiritual connection; it was deep and life giving. For vampires, it was a way to protect and nourish their kinships. So, when the boys pawed at their partners, it wasn’t purely out of lust, it was also a yearning for intimacy beyond human comprehension.

He laid you back down on the bed, and you let the blanket come off your shoulders. He slowly pulled it off of you and growled excitedly as your body was exposed to him. He bit his lip and began kissing down your stomach. He let his hands trail along your soft, warm body, savoring every inch of you.

“Ohh darlin’”, the southern drawl coming out lightly, he licked his tongue out at your naval, and let it drag as he trailed down towards your love.

David put his hands under your thighs, his thumbs on the inner part and pushed your legs open. He loved the way you blushed when he did that, you would probably never stop being embarrassed at the hungry look he gave you. He kept his eyes trained on your gaze as he kissed your thighs.

David relished the look on your face; the soft red blush in your parted lips, your lidded eyes, the way your brows scrunched up in anticipation, the pretty gasps that came from you as you panted. He left soft nibbles and licks as he made his way from one leg to the next.

His nails gripped into your skin as he pushed your legs further apart. You squeaked at the feeling.

David eased his grip; it was going to be hard not to ravage you the way he wanted, when he had just promised to behave. He kissed gently up towards your weeping cunt in an apologetic hum. His eyes locked onto yours and he gave a cute grin as he waggled his tongue out at you, hovering ever slightly above your mound.

That devious look on his face, he was cute when he wanted to be, and you clenched in anticipation for him. As you watched his tongue loll out it changed, it turned from a normal human tongue into a long, slender, forked one. It worried you, how foreign it looked. You gulped and he chuckled. He let his tongue graze against your slit, tasting your love. You whimpered at the gentle feeling, and he pushed his cool tongue deeper into your folds.

You felt his tongue flick inside of you, “fuck,” you breathed out.

He lapped up your love as it flowed, pressing his forked tongue against your walls. It twisted and wiggled inside you, much deeper than you would have expected it to go. He tasted your arousal on his tongue, and his eyes rolled back in drunken bliss. As he kept licking you, he tasted his come, it made him smile a bit…then he tasted Marko’s. That annoyed him. He thought his come had pushed out all of Marko’s, sadly, it had not. So, he decided to lap the rest of it out while he was prepping you for his cock. His tongue pressed hard into your walls, you could feel it writhing over your ridges as he coiled it in and out.

“David!” You wailed.

He snaked his hands under your thighs and grabbed your hips, keeping you in place. His eyes watching your hips buck up against his hold, and your hands grip at his hair. He kept the tip of his tongue wriggling inside you while he pulled slowly out, the back of his tongue sliding up towards your clit. He bobbed his head up and down gently to let the back of his tongue rub against your nub. David kept the bulk of it inside you, savoring you, your taste, and your moans.

You tried to keep your legs open, but the pleasure that he was giving you made it hard, your thighs started clamping around his head. “Ohh please don’t stop!” You begged him to give you what you wanted most. He hummed with his tongue inside of you, pleased at your desperate reactions.

David twisted his tongue inside you, he loved the way you tasted; his eyes rolled up in his skull as he lavished your warm wet cunt squeezing against his tongue. He pushed more of his wriggling muscle further into you, and lapped the tip against your cervix; the forked edges creating a pressure that was new to you. You squirmed against his hold, and he pushed the length of his tongue back against your gummy walls. He angled the thick part of his tongue upwards against your sweet spot. You bucked against his mouth, “fuck, David! I’m almost there!” He smiled against your cunt with his tongue inside you, he pulled the back of his tongue out again to fold it up against your clit. His tip pushed against your sweet spot and the rough back part of his wet tongue rubbed against your nub.

He moved the back of his tongue quickly against your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach snap, and you spasmed around him. You screamed and bucked your hips against his mouth, your hands gripping into his hair and your thighs squeezed around his head. “Daaaavid!” You moaned his name as you spasmed around him. He lapped up your come as you finished bucking against him. The moans and squeals that came from you sounded so loud in your ears, and you could barely hear anything else over it.

You felt your vision go dark; he knew just how to make you come undone for him. He relished in pushing you over the edge, he loved more how you squeezed around him, whether it was his cock, his fingers, or his tongue.

David let his tongue lap up the last bit of your love and slowly pulled out from your warmth, when he smiled up at you his tongue was ‘normal’ again. “Fuck,” you panted out and let your arms cover your flushed face. David started kissing atop your mound and his fingers rubbed your hips gently, you could feel him smiling into your skin. He let you stay laying on your back with your arms covering your face, you needed to catch your breath after all, and watching you like that stroked his ego something fierce.

Your chest rose and fell sharply; you tried to slow it to calm yourself, but something startled you before you could. You felt David grip your hips and pull you diagonally in the bed, he was hissing loudly now. When you looked up, he was crouched over your lower half, growling at something behind the curtain.

You looked over, Dwayne and Paul were watching the show, and you laughed, “how long have y’all been standing there?” The boys shifted their stance from one leg to the other, too nervous to look at you; they were eyeing David, who was still growling. His possessive stance over your body a clear indication he had no plans of sharing you this time.

Paul was the first to speak, “Can we-”

“No.” David said, in a low, firm tone.

“We just wanted to watch…” Dwayne spoke softly. Normally the boys had no problem challenging David for a piece, but he was serious this time.

“You can watch from over there,” David said as he licked at your thighs.

He didn’t mind an audience; he was used to the boys being around all the time, but he wanted you solely to himself this tonight. You stared at David, and he watched as the boys sit on the other side of the curtain. Paul took no time to spread his legs out and start rubbing himself through his jeans.

David turned back to you, his expression one of annoyance. You smiled down at him to reassure him that they wouldn’t be a bother and reached your arms out to him. Your fingers grasping at the air, calling him to you. He crawled over your body and his knee rested between your legs, one of his arms snaking behind your head to pull you into a kiss. You moaned into his mouth.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and you smiled. David moaned softly into the kiss. Your body was on fire, you had been ravaged earlier and were still covered in bruises and bites, but the licking David had just done on your lower half made the pain turn into pleasure. Whatever David did down there had taken all the ache away and made you grind your hips into his thigh.

“Oh darlin, you’re so needy for me,” David smiled into the kiss. You could feel his hand move from behind your head to grip your chin. He lapped at your tongue then slowly began to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. His other hand came up to knead your breast, David pulled away from you and looked over your body. “Oh sweetness,” his thumb came to rub over one of the bite marks the curly haired blond made on your plush mounds. “Marko really did a number on ya didn’t he?” His cool thumb soothing the sting of the deep purple bruise.

“Mmhm,” you nodded softly, eyebrows scrunched up with a whine.

“Damn shame,” David clicked his tongue in his mouth, he started licking at the various bite marks across your chest, neck, and shoulders. His tongue felt wet, and slick as it moved across your skin. The dark marks starting to fade to light purple, then vanished before your eyes. David looked up at you, slowly pushing himself up on his arms, a satisfied look on his face,” there we go.”

You smiled up at David, his knee pushing slowly up to crotch. He could feel your wet arousal through his pant.

“David,” you whispered, sitting up on your elbows to look at him.

“Ah-ah,” David pushed you back down on the bed, “I’m not done with you.” His hand came up around your throat and gently pressed you into the mattress. “I’m not gonna let Marko outshine me,” a deep chuckle left his throat. You couldn’t see him very well from where you were being held on the bed, and you squirmed under his hold. You could hear the wet of his mouth as he opened it, still chuckling, his mouth came down to your side by your ribs and bit down.

You screamed, his bite was painful, but not enough to make you bleed.

He gently clamped down to make sure the mark was nice and deep, and after a second, he pulled away to admire his work. “Heh,” he smiled, and leaned back down to put another bite on your breast. His teeth came down around your areola, and you could feel him lick and suck your nipple as he bit.

You mewled and fidgeted against his hold. Your pulse thumping beautifully against his ungloved hand. “David!” You bucked wildly against his thigh, trying to get some release.

He half growled; half chuckled against your flesh as he twirled his tongue around your stiff peak. David unclamped from you and looked up, still lapping at your breast. “Y’all right darlin?” He relaxed his hold around your throat.

You nodded weakly and gasped for air.

“Need more,” you whined. His fingers and tongue felt wonderful, but you wanted his girth more than anything. Rutting your hips against his thigh was not enough, “please,” you begged.

David groaned; looking down at you in this pathetic state, eyes glossed over, whiney, panting, pawing at his arms, grinding against him. He loved how much you wanted him. How you mewled under his tough, begged for him, came undone for him, how pliable and fuckable you were, he loved that in his mates. “Sorry darlin, I can’t hear you, what was that?” He leaned down, hand to his ear, amused by his own antics.

You mewled, embarrassed that he was going to make you beg in front of the others. Your eyebrows scrunched up, and you half turned to look at the two vampires sitting on the floor, rubbing themselves through their jeans, when one of them rustled their belt buckle.  Your cheeks flushed a deep red and you gulped against David’s hold. You could feel him squeeze gently on your throat.

The vampire above you spoke, not looking at the others, he licked his lips, “you two can either leave, or you can shut up.” David hissed; that was the last time he’d let them interrupt you two without getting violent.

Dwayne looked over at Paul and scowled, he would be damned if he had to leave because Paul couldn’t get comfortable in silence. Dwayne nipped at the wild hair blond as he pushed his jeans further down, not making a noise. They exchanged looks, and Paul continued to undress while holding his belt buckle in one hand.

David squeezed your throat to drag your attention back to him, his thumb rubbing over one of your veins. He pressed his nose to the underside of your jaw and took a long deep inhale of your scent, “keep your attention on me, y/n.” His claws digging lightly into your neck, “I won’t say it again.” A gold ringlet flashed through the blue of his eyes, then was quickly gone.

“M’sorry David,” you could feel the tears prick the sides of your eyes. You started gasping against your lovers hold. Your hands instinctively shot up to paw around his wrist when his grip tightened again. You wanted to push him away, but with the last bit of strength, you kept yourself from doing so, worried at the punishment he would think up if you did. Your nails gripped lightly into his jacket, and he pressed his knee up into your cunt.

“I’m still waitin’, darlin’.” His tongue licked under your jaw.

“I… need…” You breathed out, you could feel your heartbeat quicken. “David…pleas-” the edges of your vision started to go fuzzy, and David eased his hold on you. You gasped against the vampire’s grip, “please David, I need you.”

He growled against your skin, and you could feel him smiling as he peppered kisses down your neck. His fingers danced across your hips, and he licked the pulsing vein on your throat. The cool wet muscle flexing across your skin.

His belly no longer cramped with blood and liquor, now he wanted to be full of you. His greedy hands scratching up your stomach and down your thighs. He eagerly undid his belt while he continued to bite marks into your neck and chest.

He fumbled with the leather as you mewled under him. You arched your back to let him bite further into your skin, loving the way the marks looked on you. Like badges of love, you wore with pride as he claimed you. David finally managed to get his belt off, and his pants down, and he quickly held himself around the base to stroke himself on your slit. He thumbed over his tip and angled himself to rub through your lips.

David gently thrusted up through your slick folds, the underside of his tip kissing your clit as he rubbed past it. You could hear the wet sucking noises as he slowly dragged himself along your cunt. “F-fuck,” you bit your lip to keep from moaning and gently rutted your hips against his length.

He chuckled at your reaction, how easily you melted for him. How adorable you looked trying to get some release from his freed cock. “You like that y/n?”

You nodded, panting so hard you could almost see your breath in the cool night air.

“You want more?” David asked, teasing himself through your folds and over your clit again.

“Yes,” you whimpered, and David eagerly slipped into your warmth. Your breath hickuped in your throat as he pressed into your heat.

His length stretched you so good. Your mind went hazy as he slowly inched himself through your warm, gummy walls. It probably didn’t matter how many times he took you, you thought, it would always be a feat to take him.

David groaned atop you, his fingers gripping around your waist as he gently thrusted himself further into you.

“Ohh, wow,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.  

David chuckled. “You ok?” He asked, looking over you, calm enough now to have his bearings.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, your breathless moans echoing in the ears of the other boys that sat nearby.

To say they were envious would be a gross understatement. Damn him, they thought. He was being too covetous of his new mate, but in the back of their minds they still knew better than to try something. So, they sat in their jealousy on the floor and rubbed their painful erections. Their own hands not being enough to satisfy the lust that filled them from your mere mewling.

Your attention was bought back fully to David as he finished pushing himself into you. He stilled as his hips fell flush against yours. Both your eyes rolled back at the feeling. David bent over you, forearms on either side of your head, and he kissed you.

You could still taste the come on his lips and could smell the iron and ash on his coats, but you could only feel how full you were of your vampire lover. Your walls ached at the stretch, but it still felt divine.

“You ready?” David asked, kissing under your jaw.

“M’ready,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

David started a gentle pace, his cock slowly dragging out of you. You could feel each vein as he pulled his hips back, and they felt even more electric rubbing against your ridges as he pressed back into you.

The moans that left your lips were sinful; David was infatuated with the noises you made, and knew the others were growing bitter watching the two of you. You noticed this too and tried to turn your head to look at them, but David pushed your jaw with his thumb to keep your view on him.

“Ah-ah,” he tutted, and gave a particularly hard thrust. The smack of his hips against your skin was loud, and the feeling made you yelp.

David had that devious grin on his face again. He licked his lips and picked up his pace. A steady stream of moans and gasps fell from your lips; you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

He was switching between making faces of euphoric bliss, and sneers, as he wanted to fuck you harder. He eagerly rutted his hips against yours. The PLAT, PLAT, PLAT that came from his skin hitting yours sounded like sweet-talk to the other vampires.

Paul had quietly pulled his belt out of his pant loops and discarded his jacket. He moved to his knees to stand up and join you both, but Dwayne put his hand out to stop him. He knew his companion didn’t have the will power he had, and he knew if the blond tried to interject it would not go well for anyone.

So, he stopped him. Dwayne silently shook his head ‘no’ to remind Paul that was a profoundly stupid idea. Paul angrily went back to his seat on the cave floor and gave a pouty look to the brunet.

‘I know,’ Dwayne silently mouthed to him, unwilling to talk through their bond, unsure if David would be able to pick it up in the ‘state’, he was in. Dwayne patted his lap, and Paul eagerly scooched over to the other vampire. You heard the rustling of Paul’s clothes as he crawled over Dwayne.

With David’s eves shut in pleasure, you looked over at the boys. Paul was sat atop Dwayne’s lap; you could see their heads bobbing as they kissed. As you watched them, Paul stood, his hips up in Dwayne’s face, and you could see the brunet pumping into his fist. He was helping himself, and Paul. You scrunched your eyebrows up in ecstasy, the sight before you was obscene, and the sucking noises you could hear coming from them made you buck your hips up to David’s.

Your lover moved one of his hands to grip your hip, he pulled you up to him as his thrusts slammed down against your flesh. “Oh fuck!” You sucked in air through your teeth, you were close, and David could feel it.

“Come on y/n,” David dug his nails into the skin on the side of your ass, pushing deep into you. His chest pressing on your ribs, his breath becoming hot on your neck, his groans sweet and surly in your ears. With force he pistoned into you. You could feel your walls clamping down around your mate’s length, the knot in your stomach tightening again. “Come for me,” he gave a quick bite to your neck, and you spasmed around him.

“Ahh, oh, fuck,” your legs clenched around his waist as you pulled him to you; he kept thrusting. David lapped at the bruise he made on your neck, his eyes looking up at the expression you made. He cupped your face in his hand and pulled you into a kiss.

“You look so pretty like that,” he whispered against your lips.

David gently pushed his fingers into your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue as he continued to fuck into you. Your warm wet cunt squeezing around his length, sucking him in, enticing him to keep going. His tip dragging against your sweet spot, making you bite his fingers gently. He chuckled lightly at your teeth in his skin, “easy there, sweetness.”

You eased your bite on him, and he pulled his fingers from you. Watching you bite your lip gave him an idea in that sick little mind of his. He brought his hand back to your face and pressed the web of his hand into your mouth. He wanted you to bite down on him, trying to get you to break the skin and drink his blood.

David fucked you, long, and deep. His thick cock splitting through your heat. “Mmrhph,” you moaned into his hand.

Feeling your soft squishy pussy clamping down on his cock made him thrust harder, “come on darlin’, bite it.” He was coaxing you into biting harder on his flesh. His cock pounding against your cervix, the PLAT, PLAT, PLAT’s throbbing against your ears.

Harder, David's mind screamed.

“Bite it darlin, you’re almost there.” He wanted his blood inside you, he wanted you to fully belong to him, he was done with you being tied to another. David pistoned into you, trying to get you to do what he wanted.

Harder, harder. David angled his hips up, “just a little more, sweet thing.”

He pressed his hand further into your mouth, he could feel your teeth sink into his skin, it was almost painful now. You whipped your head side to side, trying to get him out of your mouth. Before you could bite down hard enough to puncture the skin, you pulled away. His hand still partially in your mouth, “Dawid, you pwomised,” you breathed out, big doe eyes staring up at him.

David grunted, angry that you knew what he was trying to do. He eased his pace, gently rocking you now.

“David…I’m sor-” you didn’t want him upset with you, it made your heart ache.

He sighed, “it’s okay sweet thing,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. Pressuring you to do something you didn’t want to do was not the way to keep you. He gave you his word, and in his heart of hearts, he knew it was wrong. If he learned anything these past few days, it was that gaining your trust through kindness was the way to keep your heart.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, and he pressed his forehead against your own, “it’s okay baby.” He kissed you, his nose pressed against your own. The pleasure of him was too intense; you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes and flow down to your ears.

“David…” you whimpered, your other hand coming up to grip his hair. You leaned up to kiss him back, his facial hair scratching you lightly. You chuckled and scrunched your nose up at the feeling.

David stared down at you, his heart ached badly. The fact that he couldn’t turn you was killing him. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. Worried that if he stopped touching you, you’d disappear. His free hand pushed yours off his head and down to the bed. He laced his fingers through yours and his weight shifted to your abdomen. The pressure of his forearms on yours was heavy, he gripped your hands tighter, and his thrusts turned long and slow.

“You’re mine,” he grunted against your ear, his cock pressing through your walls. “You’re mine, you got that?” His hips slapping eagerly against yours.

“I know,” you mewled, face scrunched up in pleasure.

“NO!” David looked down at you, his demeanor serious. “You’re mine, forever.” He stared down at you, studying your expression, “d’you understand that?”

You looked up at him, “I…” you hesitated. You knew from that night up on the hill he wouldn’t let you go, he’d never let you go, and you understood that fully. “I know,” you whispered simply, smiling up at him.  You squeezed his hands in yours.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, gripping your hands with all his might. David pistoned his hips against you. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, and his thrusts became quick and sloppy. “M’gonn- fuck,” you whimpered against his ear, the pressure in your stomach growing. Your eyebrows scrunched up in ecstasy. David chuckled against your ear, not slowing down, “come with me.”

“David!” Your legs twitched, still wrapped around his waist, you could feel the knot in your stomach snap. Your high-pitched whines filling David’s ears as you came around his cock.

With a grunt, David pressed himself as deep as he could manage, and pumped you full of his come. His cock pushing your cervix further into your stomach as his hips stilled against you. You winced at the pain and gripped his hands tighter. You could feel his throbbing inside you while his cock continued to spurt and paint your insides white.

You squirmed under him, but the weight of his body kept you still. Your breath hiccupping in your throat as you tried not to think about the discomfort of him pressed so deep.

David looked down at you when you started to whine, “oh, fuck, sorry.” He pulled himself out a bit, and you felt the pressure start to ease. You breathlessly chuckled and hid your face in his chest.

“You okay?” He asked, worried he’d hurt you.

“M’okay,” you breathed deeply, and smiled up at him.

David tried to finish pulling himself from you, but you kept your legs wrapped around him. “Wait, I just wanna stay like this for a bit,” you smiled a soft smile at him.

He smiled back, his dead heart warming at the sight of you, “Y/n…” he whispered. “I…”

David’s confession was interrupted by the two vampires off to the side, finishing their excursion, loudly. You could hear Paul moan as his hips stuttered against Dwayne’s face, the brunet’s fist pumping his cock fiercely. They both moaned for each other, forgetting that they weren’t the only couple in the room.

David looked over at them angrily, his face scrunching up at them, and you could hear a low growl from his stomach.

You giggled, “stop it David,” from where he was connected to you, you could feel the vibrations. You pushed your hands to his chest a little and eased your hold on his waist.

“What’d I do?” David asked, sad that you’d released him from your embrace.

“I can feel you…” you waggled your finger at his abdomen, where the growl was coming from. “I can feel it in my…” you giggled.

“Oh, is that all?” David said cockily, nuzzling into your neck and beginning to growl again.

“David!” you shrieked, pushing your hands to his hips. “Get out of me,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes at him.

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he pulled from you. Immediately, you could feel his love seeping out of you. He always made a mess of you, and you could imagine the bruises he left along your body. The ones you could see were bright red, his teeth marks deep in your flesh.

David was sat up now, with his legs over the side of the bed. He was putting himself back in his jeans. He leaned back to button them, and you could hear the zipper as he pulled it shut.

You watched your lover walked over to where the other two were, still panting and licking each other.

"Hey, Paul," David called to his brother. Paul turned to look at the other blond, and David raised a hand and smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What the fu-!” Paul began.

“Don’t touch her without her permission again,” David pointed his finger in Paul’s face.

Paul rubbed the back of his head, irritated, “fuck, damn, okay! Fuck.”

Dwayne eyed David silently from the floor, his hands still on Paul’s hips as David turned to walk back to you.

You were sat up in the bed, holding the sheet in one hand above your chest, “you okay?” You asked David, who’d walked through the curtains.

“Mhm,” he hummed softly and got back in the bed with you. He sat next to you on the bed, criss cross. He had a cute, ‘innocent’ look on his face as he swayed gently side to side.

“What, David?” You asked, suspicious, he was only had that look on his face when he wanted something.

He cocked an eyebrow at you, his innocent look turning into something new, as he bit his lip.

“Uh-oh,” you chuckled, and David threw his arms around you and pushed you to the bed.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 8: Creampie 🎃

Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Requested by anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me. @allelitewrestlings

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Swearing.

WC: 561

"Eddie, Eddie, oh my fucking," I pushed her head into the mattress to stop her screaming. Knowing that it would this all end to fucking quickly.

"Be quiet." I hissed. "You want someone to walk in on us? See how you look with my cock stuffed inside your pussy and you moaning like a slut for me?" This ended with me slapping her ass cheeks. I could hear the muffled moaning.

My hand went back to her hips to pull her back against my thrusting.

The only sounds in the room now were my grunting, her quietly moaning and her pussy as I pounded her into the mattress.

Her face was now turned, and looking into my phone that I have set up to record us for when we don't get moments like these.

I already knew what her face looked like. A lazy smile, eyes half closed. Almost cock drunk, but not quite, but I know how to get her there.

I know her body better than I know my own.

I suddenly stopped, my cock buried deep in. She whined my name. "Fuck yourself on me sweetheart." She knew better than to complain.

I watched as she slowly started to move back and forth, enjoying the view of her ass cheeks jiggling for me. "Just like that. If you want to cum, you have to work for it."

Her pace changed and she was moving faster, making the both of us moan. Her pussy was fluttering around me, letting me know she was close.

"You feel like heaven. So tight, so warm. I can feel your close baby. Go on, let go for me." That was all she needed. She bit her hand to stop herself from moaning so loud and I had to bite the inside of my lip to do the same, when I felt her squeeze my cock so fucking tight, trying to make me finish with her, but I held on and didn't. I wasn't done with her yet.

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I am once against thrusting into her overly sensitive pussy, this time looking down at her. Her throat was hoarse from me fucking her face. She wouldn't stop screaming after her third orgasm, so I had to quiet her somehow and fuck, it was worth it.

Her looking up at me, her head against the bed as she sat on the floor. Her watery eyes stayed on mine as I enjoyed her throat for my own personal use.

But I can't hold back anymore. I am practically rutting into her. I am barely pulling out her now, but I needed her to cum once more for me.

I reached down between our two bodies, and started to play with her clit.

She was about to protest when I captured her lips in mine. It didn't take long for her to have the fifth and final orgasm of the day.

One, two, three, hard thrusts, and I was falling right behind her. My grunts are muffled by our kiss as I came in her.

I waited a few moments and pulled out of her, watching as our combined juices leaked out of her, down her ass and onto the bed. I grabbed the phone and made sure to get all of this.

"Fuck, you always look so damn pretty with my cum leaking out of your pussy."

Day 7: Sex Toys - Liv Morgan ● Day 9: Double Penetration - Cash Wheeler

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[idolatrybarbie]

lbs!marcus masterlist

pairing: marcus pike x fem!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit - minor free zone!

summary: marcus loves you. you love him.

warnings: smut - oral sex (f receiving), sweetness, it's pretty straightforward. thee final installment of you and marcus in fairfax county, va.

You unstrap yourself from your shoes before you even get out of the car. Heels in hand, you pad across the still-frozen ground to the front door. It’s already unlocked, letting you twist the knob and open the door easily. The low buzz of a power drill whines from the shadowy living room, lamps casting a white-yellow glow down the hall to make up for the lack of an overhead fixture.

You left Marcus this morning with a couple pieces of unbuilt Ikea furniture. He decided that a Wednesday in mid-January was the perfect time to use a vacation day and build it all for you. Clearly, he’s still at it. You leave the skyscraper stilettos on the floor beside the coat rack, walking down the hall as a smile paints itself across your face. He is still in his Houston Astros shirt, grey sweatpants shifting as Marcus moves from sitting to kneeling over the small shelf he’s working on.

The floor creaks beneath you, alerting him to your presence.

“Hey babe,” he says, turning to look at you.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

“Almost done with this. I’ve got a few more screws, and she’ll be all done.”

You love that Marcus refers to things as if they were some grand sea ship, calling everything from the air fryer to this cheap hunk of plywood ‘she.’

“How was work?” Marcus asks.

“Fine. Same old.” Taking another step towards him, you wince. Marcus’ face morphs into a look of concern. “Those heels did a number on me, though.”

You haven’t worn much other than athletic footwear for the last nine months. Comfortable sneakers, supportive running shoes. High heels are the exact opposite of both those things. Not to mention, that specific pair is on the brink of falling apart. But they look so cute, you couldn’t help yourself.

Marcus stands, taking you into his arms. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Let me make you feel better,” he says.

“Marcus, you’ve been working all day,” you say.

“I sat on my ass for two hours watching that political fixer show of yours, which is why I’m not done yet,” Marcus tells you, shaking his head. “I’m fine. You’re not.”

“I’m fine, too.” Yet when you step back, a hiss slithers past your lips.

“You’re not,” he says again. “It’s no trouble. I want to.”

He’s already in your head, reading all the thoughts that pass through. You don’t want to hassle him. It’s no big deal. So on and so forth. He gives you a heart-melting stare, eyes round with softness.

You say, “Okay, yeah,” and he’s practically scooping you into his arms.

Marcus leads you up the stairs to your room with instructions to get on the bed. Laying flat on the mattress takes the pressure off your spine, your body flooding with relief. Marcus gets on his knees, kneeling at the end. He takes one of your feet into his hands, resting it in his lap before he starts to rub at the skin.

He gently works his fingers over your foot, thumb digging into your arch. You sigh at his touch, relaxing further into the pillows. Marcus soothes the ache in your first metatarsal with easy pressure. Standing at an incline for almost ten hours has done a number on your joints, the pain melting away as he continues his massage. You roll your ankle when he moves onto the next foot.

Opening your eyes, you’re quick to notice how Marcus stares at you. Your legs, specifically, thighs wrapped in sheer brown nylon. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, enraptured, ready to tear you open.

“Like what you see, handsome?” you ask.

“Hmm?” Marcus hums, eyes back on your face in an instant.

“You’re staring at my thigh highs.”

“A man can’t appreciate his girl’s excellent taste in fashion?” he asks.

You remove your foot from his grasp, pressing your toes into the center of his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Marcus Pike has a bit of a stocking fetish.”

At your words, Marcus’ ears grow pink. His whole face is flushed, eyes crinkling as he smiles awkwardly. Realization dawns on you as he reaches to scratch the back of his neck, the conversation effectively dying. He does. You’ve caught him in a net of terrible awkwardness, laying here at an impasse.

“Marcus…”

“I know it’s weird,” he says.

“What? No,” you say. Sitting up, you shake your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You’re alright.”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” you assure him.

“Seriously?” Marcus asks.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

Both kneeling before each other, you take his hand and drag it to the side of your leg. The synthetic fabric slips under his fingers. Feeling the texture of the nylon and your soft skin just beneath it stirs something in him. Pressing closer, you feel him hard against your hip.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deep and slow. His hands take their place at either side of you, sliding from the stockings up beneath your skirt. Marcus squeezes your ass, palming at you for a moment. Then he slips a finger beneath your underwear, pulling the elastic away from your body only to have it snap in place again.

“What do you want?” you ask, lips right by his ear.

“You,” he whispers. Hands at your waist now, he hugs you impossibly closer. Marcus ruts his hips into yours, breathing heavy. “Fuck…please.”

“If you want me, you have me,” you say.

Marcus pushes you back onto the bed with a little force, following you down. He meets you at the mouth, kissing you before trailing off to your cheek. He presses his lips against your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone. Through the material of your top, he kisses at your chest. Marcus bypasses your torso to mouth at the place where the bottom hem of your shirt and the cotton waistline of your skirt meet. He pulls your shirt up where it’s tucked against your stomach, kissing your belly. You giggle when he licks at the skin, tongue warm.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your new job?” he mumbles into your stomach.

“Hmmm. A little bit,” you say. Marcus nips at the skin over your ribs, making his way up your chest. You gasp quietly, continuing, “Said something about…you like seeing me happy at work.”

“Only part of it,” he says. Marcus has your shirt pushed up to your throat, bra on display for him. He slides a hand beneath you to unclasp the back. It releases from your body easily, letting him push it up and away from your breasts. You’re sure you look ridiculous swamped with clothes at the neck, but Marcus doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s mesmerized with the pattern of your skin.

“What’s the other part, then?” you ask, trying to keep a straight face as he gently pinches at one of your nipples.

“You wear all these cute little outfits…the skirts, the stockings, the heels.” Leaning over, Marcus takes that nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly.

“You like the clothes?”

“You look so good. I can’t help myself. Just wanna—” He interrupts himself, resting his face in the valley between your breasts. Marcus takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you. “Just wanna bend you over the kitchen counter when I see you get home, take you right then and there.”

“Yeah?” you ask. Rubbing your thighs together does little to relieve the growing ache between them. Picturing your cheek laying against the cool countertop as Marcus hikes up your skirt at a moment’s notice is dangerous. “We should try it out sometime.”

Marcus pauses for a split second, brain registering what you’ve said.

“You’re going to kill me,” he says.

His fingers work to find the clasp of your skirt, unlatching it. Marcus pulls down the zipper at the side of your hip, bringing your underwear down with the other fabric. He follows the line of your leg with his nose as the bottoms slide off your body, getting all the way off the bed and onto the floor with your discarded clothes.

You sit up, both to watch him and to rid yourself of your shirt and bra. Fully undressed now, you note the contrast between his clothed body and yours, starkly nude. Heat creeps through your tummy, wetness reaching the inside of your thighs. You feel like a gift freshly unwrapped; a gourmet cake too good to eat as he regards you with that look. Marcus stares up almost reverently. This man would worship at your altar. You wouldn’t even have to ask.

He leaves your stockings on, nosing against your tibia. Light licks against the skin of your ankle make you shiver. Marcus kisses his way up your left leg, nuzzling the crook of your knee. He rests his chin against your kneecap, eyes focused as he watches you watch him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Today, or in general?”

“Every day,” he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “All day, all of the time.”

His hands inch closer to the middle of your body, fingers feather-light across the swell of skin. Marcus rejoins you on the bed, kisses getting firmer as he reaches level with your cunt. He leaves another kiss to your pelvis, readjusting to drag his tongue against your cunt.

You rub at his shoulders absently, one hand moving sidelong up his neck before fingers twine in his hair. You gasp when he nips at you, catching you off guard with a hint of teeth. You pull at his dark brown strands; Marcus groans against at the feeling. He pushes you further with the slip of a finger inside, gentle but insistent alongside his laps at your clit.

It doesn’t take long for him to have you twisting in bed, gasps stuttering as you tighten your thighs around the sides of his head. He brings you to the very edge before pulling back. Marcus noses at the crease of your thigh, finger smearing against the outer part of your hip as he holds you.

“I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better,” you sigh.

“What if I just like to take my time?” Marcus asks.

“Then I’d have to tell you to hurry it up.”

It’s all in fun. Any sense of pain from earlier has disappeared, Marcus’ soft touch drawing it from you easily. Still, your words spur him on. His finger slips back inside you, middle finger joining Marcus’ index. That little bit more, the faster pace he sets along with the slide of his tongue has you at the edge again in minutes.

He stops when you push him away, thighs twitching, breath ragged. In the time you’ve been with Marcus, you have learned that this is his favourite part. Still hard in his sweatpants, sure, but sated and satisfied. He mouths gently at the slope of your stomach, your hand at the nape of his neck.

Marcus sticks his tongue in your belly button, making you groan.

“You’re so weird,” you say.

“You weren’t complaining like, three minutes ago.”

“Different. You know it’s different.”

“Hmmm,” Marcus hums. He keeps his head halfway between your gut and your lap, breathing slow. “I love you.”

“I know.” He flicks you, hip smarting with the scratch. “I love you too.”

“That’s good.”

He’s right. It is.

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[lovelyjj]

do you think you could write something where jj is in love with the reader and constantly needs to touch her but it’s like quiet (legs touching under the table etc.) lots of angst because the reader doesn’t know that he likes her. and maybe when he tells her he’s like breaking down over it? fluff!! i love all of your work btw it is so good! :)

Hopelessly Devoted

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.7k

(not my gif)

JJ has never experienced this before. His whole life he has never felt this way before. The only word that he could describe it is lovesick.

JJ was absolutely totally undeniably completely hopelessly in love with you. and you had no idea. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious. The way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

Other people noticed it too the way JJ looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. John B, Pope and Kie could tell their friend was in love.

"Does she ever talk about me?" JJ asked Kiara as they were out on the boat.

You were working and missed out on the boat day but you didn't mind you were gonna catch up with them later.

"I mean she doesn't not talk about you." Kiara replied.

"Come on Kie, I know you guys have your girls night. She has to say something" JJ begged.

"I think she loves you as a friend" Kie offered.

"You don't ask her about me?" JJ frowned.

"Not really slipped my mind."

"Well next time you see her will you." JJ asked.

"oh no i'm not getting in the middle of it." Kiara reasoned.

"You already are in the middle of it."

Kiara turned away from JJ shaking her head and looking out at the ocean. John B was driving the boat back to the château after a day of swimming and fishing.

Later that day when it started to turn into the evening you came over bringing snacks with you for a movie night.

You knocked on the door and then entered the château.

"Hey I brought snacks," you shouted hoping they could hear you.

"thank you y/n" John B acknowledged.

You walked into the living room ready for a chill night with your friends.

JJ patted the seat next to him on the couch gesturing for you to come sit next to him.

"Sit with me" JJ spoke.

You climbed over Pope and Kiara who were on the floor cozied with blankets and a air mattress.

John B and Sarah were on the couch too. The space JJ pointed to was small and so you sat down a little squished.

The movie started and everyone settled down. However, you seemed to inch closer to JJ progressively throughout the movie.

It got to the point where half your body was on top of him. Then JJ took it upon himself to haul you onto his lap.

“There. That's better huh," JJ whispered in your ear.

You simply nodded focusing your attention on the TV.

Near the end of the movie you started to grow restless. You shifted around and ended up straddling JJ's lap. Now you were facing him.

"Hi there princess."

"Hi"

"Shhh" Sarah hissed.

You then proceeded to lay your head on his shoulder, nose nudging at his neck. Eventually you fell asleep.

There wasn't that much left of the movie. JJ was shocked you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe it, your soft breaths hitting his neck. Occasionally, JJ would rub your back, soothing his hand up and down. When the movie was over and the snacks have been eaten JJ got up.

"Alright guys Im gonna hit the hay, and get this one to bed."

Your legs unconsciously wrapped around JJ's waist. JJ carried you by the back of your thighs.

When JJ made it to his room he laid you down on his bed. He brought the covers up to your neck and kissed your forehead.

"Good night angel."

JJ went to the hall closet for some blankets. Then he made himself comfortable on the floor.

—————

You woke up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had. Maybe it was JJ's scent in the sheets or being in his bed but you were unbelievably comfortable.

You started to sit up when you did you noticed a mop of blonde hair peaking out from a blanket on the floor.

He slept on the floor? You were shocked. What a gentleman. You would have been fine sharing with him though.

"JJ," you called to him.

"JJ."

When you got no response you threw a pillow at him.

JJ propped himself up on one arm and threw you a nasty glare.

"Seriously" JJ asked.

You scrunched up your nose, "You weren't waking up."

"So you through a pillow at me?"

"Yes." you laughed.

And JJ who loved the sound of your laughter grinned.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You asked curiously.

"I wanted you to have the bed," JJ spoke sincerely.

"You could have shared with me," you reasoned.

JJ hitched his throat. The thought of you sharing a bed with him had his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if you would have cuddled with him. No that he couldn't handle. He was practically blushing.

"No baby girl you just seemed so tired I didn't want to disturb you." JJ responded. He didn't even notice the pet name. It just flowed out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even notice how flustered it made you.

You buried your face in your hands hiding your flushed cheeks and smile.

When you uncovered your face and looked at him JJ was already looking at you. To him, you looked breathtaking. Your hair was messy and your lips looked plump. Your face looked ethereal. JJ could feel his blood rushing through his body. Then he got himself thinking, if he could wake up to this beautiful sight, to her, every morning he would die a happy man.

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The next day you all went over to Sarah's house to go swimming.

The boys came to pick you up at your house since yours was closest to Sarah's. You were the last stop.

You were wearing a purple bikini and some jean shorts over it. When you entered the twinkie JJ took notice to your lack of clothes and exposed skin. You looked hot and JJ was practically drooling.

Your legs were pressed together in the back of the twinkie as John B drove. Pope was in the front seat leaving Kie, JJ, and you in the back.

JJ reached over and put a hand on your thigh. This causing you to blush furiously. This action unnoticed by kie.

"Hi pretty girl," JJ whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back.

The rest of the drive over to Sarah's house was quick and you all casually conversed.

"Alright ladies, here we are," John B shared.

JJ was first to hop out of the van. The rest of you quickly followed.

After entering Tanny hill you all headed to the pool area. Sarah was happy to host everyone over.

The pool was huge and you forgot how well off kooks are.

"Here are some towels," Sarah commented.

"Thank you."

The pogues were lounging around the pool no one was going on just yet.

You stripped down into your bikini. Not even 10 seconds after you did so JJ was picking you up bridal style.

"JJ don't you dare."

JJ swung you over the edge of the pool and acted like he was going to drop you by releasing you from his grip over the ledge. Each time he would fake drop you you would cling onto him a little tighter. He would fake drop you three times and on the fourth he actually threw you in.

When you surfaced you gave JJ the stink eye.

"Your welcome," JJ offered.

John B got up and made his way to sneak up behind JJ. It only took one shove for JJ to end up in the water.

"Hey!" JJ said as he surfaced wiping his face.

"Thank you John B," you voiced.

"Anytime."

In no time the rest of the pogues joined you and JJ in the water. Pretty soon everyone was splashing each other.

You all had a good time swimming and splashing.

About an hour or two later you sat in a lounge chair working on your tan.

Kiara came and sat by you.

"So tell me what's going on between you and JJ," she spoke resting her chin in her hand and her elbows on her knees.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us," you stated shocked.

"Just admit you like him already would you," Kiara put out.

"I don't know what your talking about," you smiled smugly.

Your smile did not go unnoticed by Kiara who just shook her head and looked the other way.

JJ walked over to you and sat at the end of your lounge chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" JJ says nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you and Kiara say at the same time.

"Right we'll I was wondering if y/n wanted to come surfing with me tomorrow morning?" JJ placed his hand on your knee and uses his thumb to stroke the area.

His actions don't go unnoticed by you but you let him touch you as you found it sweet and endearing.

"Yeah i'd love to go surfing with you J," you added.

"Great. It's a date."

———————

You woke up on the pull out couch in John Bs den. It was all a haze waking up to hushed voices in the living room. The sun peaking through the window.

"Hey sleepy head." JJ's voice rang through your ears. You let out a groan and covered your head with a pillow.

JJ grabbed the pillow and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Ready to go surfing?"

JJ's eyes were bright and he had a faint smile on his lips. Truth be told he was excited to spend some alone time with you. He was deeply in love with you and you were absolutely clueless.

"Yeah give me a minute."

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You and JJ sat on the sand after crushing the waves. JJ had his arm around you.

"Thank you for coming out with me." JJ spoke softly, digging his hands into the sand at his place next to you.

"Yeah no problem, the waves were great," you smiled.

JJ was at war with himself. He desperately wanted to tell you how he feels about you. How he loves you so much. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops. He just didn't know how you felt and it was torture. He didn't think you liked him back but then again he didn't know for sure. Should he risk everything including your friendship and tell you.

JJ was conflicted. Right now was the perfect opportunity. You were alone overlooking the beach. And here you are sat next to him without a clue that his heart is beating faster with you next to him. JJ finally decided to do the next best thing: ask you out.

"Hey, So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?"

"With the other pogues?" you questioned.

"No it would be just us." JJ answered.

"Like a date?"

JJ panicked. "No not a date. Just two friends hanging out."

"Oh okay. Yeah I'd love to."

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You and JJ had your dinner and it was lovely. You guys talked and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Your legs touched under the table and you felt like you were floating.

It was three days after the dinner when you were walking to the château.

It was a 5 minute walk but you decided to stop at the store to get some beer, making your walk a little longer.

You were almost to the store when a truck pulled up right next to you. To your horror it was Rafe and Topper.

"Hey there girlie," Rafe commented stepping out of the truck.

"Rafe." You gave him a mean look.

As he got closer to you, you could see his face more clearly. He had a black eye and a busted lip.

"What happened to you?" You asked, not that you really cared.

"Your little boyfriend is what happened. But you should see him." He whistled, "Not pretty."

"I swear if you hurt him-"

"What? What can you possibly do to me." Rafe spoke.

Without thinking you threw a punch at Rafe hitting him in the nose.

"You little shit!" Rafe snarled.

"Topper grab her!" Rafe shouted.

Topper took your hands and held them behind your back holding you in place.

"That pogue really got me. Now it's time for some payback."

Topper held you down while Rafe hit you. You were able to kick him in the balls but he was beating you pretty badly.

All of a sudden the three of you herd a siren. Topper let you go immediately and tried to act natural.

Sheriff Peterkin stepped out of the car.

"What's going on here?" she questioned.

"Nothing sheriff." Rafe yelled.

"Why don't you run along and get out of here," sheriff peterkin announced.

Rafe and Topper were quick to move. They quickly drove off not wanting to get in trouble.

"You okay miss."

"I'm fine," you whispered.

Then you fell to the ground and everything went dark.

—————

When you first woke up you were confused as to where you were. Slowly becoming conscious, you realized you were at the police station.

"Oh good your awake. I'd like to see you in here please." Sheriff peterkin ordered.

You slowly got up and made your way to her office.

"Have a seat."

You sat down quickly realizing that everything in your body ached.

"Now who did this to you?"

"I think you know," you replied weakly.

"damn it!" she cursed.

"Would you like to press charges?"

"No. I just want to go home," you spoke truthfully.

"I highly advise-"

You cut her off, "I just want to leave please."

"Ok." She motioned for you to exit the room. You breathed a breath of relief.

On your way out you looked at the time. It was almost 3pm. You were supposed to be a John Bs an hour ago.

You slowly but surely made your way over to the château.

When you arrived the pogues were all out in the porch. You were anxious to face JJ because you don't know how he's going to react.

You walked up to the lawn and the pogues could see a shadowy figure. When you stepped into the light on the porch all the pogues gasped.

Your face was badly bruised.

JJ stood up. "What the fuck!"

"JJ-"

"No stop. Who did this to you?"

"Rafe."

JJ started walking. "I'll kill him."

"No JJ. Please don't," you pleaded.

JJ was fuming. How dare someone hurt his girl. JJ felt a little bit guilty because he fought Rafe a couple days ago.

"It's all my fault I shouldn't of provoked him. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know he would come after me. it's ok."

"It's not ok," JJ expressed.

JJ took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He had you hop up on the sink. He began cleaning your wounds.

"I can't believe he laid his hands on you." JJ spoke.

"I'm fine JJ."

"Look at you. No your not."

JJ dabbed at your eye and you winced.

"Sorry," JJ apologized.

When JJ was just about finished assessing your injuries he began to speak. "I can't do this. This is breaking my heart."

"JJ wha-"

"No let me finish."

"I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. My chest physically hurts and I feel like i'm going crazy because Im crazy about you. I can't pretend like i'm not in love with you when I am."

JJ's chest was rising up and down. He was breaking down over his love for you. He was ripped to shreds at the sight of you hurt. It tore him apart.

"JJ I have always loved you," you confessed.

As if he was holding his breath he let out all the air in his lungs. He gave you a bright smile.

JJ wasted no time as he leaned forward in his spot between his legs. He cradled your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and frantic.

You were surprised at the passionate nature of the kiss. Your stomach was tingly. Your mouths explored each other's. When the need for air became too strong you pulled away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." JJ expressed.

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[rafeysbafey]

✮ my bitch tonight — rafe cameron

summary: rafe finally lets reader take control

warnings: language, dom!rafe in beginning, dom!reader/sub!rafe, slight degration, smut MDNI

word count: 0.7k

request: Can you please do a smut with dom/reader and sub/Rafe where reader has been asking to be dom but Rafe kept brushing it off until one day when they’re making out and she brings it up again and he finally gives in

rafe grunted in your ear before spilling inside you, your body shaking from the third orgasm he seemed to pull from you.

as he pulled out, he rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, deep pants leaving his lips.

“that was fucking great,” he mumbled, leaning over to kiss you sweetly as you smiled into him.

“you know what would be ten times more great?” you asked, fingertips dancing on his arm as he hummed in response.

“letting me take control.”

immediately he shook his head, causing you to frown as you pouted—“please, rafey, you never let me.”

“i just don’t see the point,” he shrugged before getting out of bed, walking towards the bathroom completely naked.

‘damn he has a cute butt.’

about a week past before you brought it up again, rafe taking you from behind as he pounded you into the mattress.

“you like that slut?” he spat, pistoning his hips at just the right angle to reach deep inside you, “being my little fuck toy.”

“fuck!” you moaned, letting your head drop to the pillow as you cried into the fabric.

after you both released, you cuddled into his side, his arm wrapping snuggly around your waist as he kissed the top of your head softy.

“ready to take a bath, baby?” he asked, running circles over your exposed waist as you hummed in response.

“speaking of baths,” you mumbled, trailing off with a small smile etched on your lips, “can i be in control some time?”

“how does that relate to baths?” rafe snorted, detaching himself from you before pecking your lips.

“and the answer is no.”

a few days later you and rafe were watching a movie, keyword were.

you were straddling his lap, hands cupping rafe’s face as his own were placed on your hips, his fingertips digging into the skin every time you’d move against him.

your hands made their way to rafe’s hair, tugging ever so slightly causing him to moan into your mouth.

this caused you to perk up, a smirk on your face as you tugged again.

“i want to take control, rafey,” you mumbled against his lips, your fingernails scratching his scalp softly as he peered up at you.

“y/n-”

“rafey,” you whined, your bottom lip pouting as you pulled away—only keeping a few inches between you two.

he seemed to notice the way you sat still on top of him, hating the way you stopped moving your hips and scratching his head.

“fine,” he grunted, smashing his lips back into yours before mumbling against you, “brat.”

you smirked against him once again before pulling away, a frown on his lips as you pushed him back against the couch sofa.

“you’re going to regret that babe,” you cooed, before taking the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down to his thighs, his cock straining painfully against his boxers.

“fuck,” he groaned as you palmed him softly, maintaining eye contact as you dragged your fingertips along his length—a hiss dropping from his lips.

“just hurry up and suck my cock,” he spat, forgetting who was in charge as you tsked softly.

“you’re my bitch tonight, rafe,” you spat back, pulling away before dragging down your pajama shorts—your underwear following quickly.

you took hold of his cock and took it out of his boxers, the instant relief causing rafe to sigh in pleasure as you squeezed him gently.

before he could process what was happening, you lifted yourself up on his lap before sinking down on his length.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, hands flying to rest on your hips as you quickly smacked him away.

“no touching,” you cooed, a whimper falling from his lips as you started to move up and down.

you were moving at just the right pace, squeezing his cock the way he liked it as you leaned back and held yourself up with his thighs.

“and no touching.”

“what?” he asked, a groaning leaving his lips as you circled your hips around his length, lifting your hips up to let him slip out before sinking back down.

“like i said,” you mumbled, trying to keep your composure as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend, trying to suppress your own whimpers.

“you’re my bitch tonight.”

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[brunchable]

Poisonous Touch || Sinister Strange x Reader

Word count: 4.2K Summary: Stephen wakes up binded with magic on a chair and finds you tied up and gagged on the bed, right in front of him. Warning: FILTHY, SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. *NONCON?* vouyerism, domineering acts, degradation, praising, fingering, spanking, unprotected p & v sex, creampied. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else. A/N: Inspired by Katy Perry's song E. T. I pray that my family never sees this- i felt so dirty i had to take a shower after T_T

“Stephen! Stephen! Please wake up!” The muffled sound of your voice echoed in his ears. You sounded terrified for your life, and it instantly triggered his brain to wake up.

How did he end up helpless and tied up to a chair? Stephen asked himself that question as well. Everything happened so quickly that his ‘intelligent’ mind needed time to process things for once. Once he slowly regained consciousness, he heard his own voice speak over your cries. Ah, that’s right—he got knocked out fighting another version of himself.

“Look who finally decided to wake up.” Stephen’s sinister self spoke in a slow, deep rumble, his chilling cackle sending goosebumps all over your body, “I must say thanks to you, love. I was getting really impatient, but I wouldn’t want your Stephen to miss this.” His ghostly fingers trailed your sternum from the side of the bed where he sat. His touch got you hitching a breath.

Stephen thrashed in his chair as he found you on the Sinister man’s bed, wrists tied on the bed frame, gagged with a black cloth that sat between your lips, hot tears falling from your eyes as you sat there relieved of every piece of your clothing.

“Don’t you fucking dare lay one more finger on her. I swear to fucking God, I will break every bone in your body—” Stephen threatened Sinister Strange as he tried and tried to at least loosen the hold of the spell binding him to no avail.

Sinister Stephen widens his eyes and a dirty, mocking laugh erupts from his lips, filling the voided space with it. He got up and left your side, undoing his black tunic leaving trails of the fabric behind him as he walked towards himself who was glowering at him, calculating his every step and every move.

Sinister Strange stood tall and shirtless in front of himself and stooped down with his glittering eyes and mocking smirk, coming face to face with Stephen, “Empty threats don't scare me. If only looks could kill, huh Stephen?”—His vile grin became wider on his bearded face to see Stephen get so worked up—“Now, now. Don’t tire yourself; the fun hasn’t even begun.” He patted Stephen firmly on the cheek before using his heels to turn around.

Sinister Stephen leered at you as you tried your best to hide your centre by crossing your legs together and looking away. Stephen firmly clenched his jaw, swallowing the guilt he was feeling for being so helpless when he was supposed to protect you.

“Usually, I would’ve killed you by now, but I wanted to try a different kind of torture—our little wife here, is very…” He fondles his belt. You could feel his penetrating gaze burning against your skin. "… enticing.”

“Dirty fucking bastard." Stephen mutters under his breath, "Just hurt me and leave her alone.”

"Well… I am you,"—Sinister Strange shrugged, matching with a head tilt—“No, let’s make her decide.”

You felt the end of the mattress dip down as the weight of Stephen’s knees fell on it, coming towards you like a predator. You automatically begin kicking at him, which he didn’t appreciate. He hissed at you, grabbing your ankles with a bruising grip as he now positioned himself between your legs.

“Haven’t you always fantasised about how you'd love to tie her up, tease her, punish her when she resists, and then reward her when she does exactly what she's told to do?" — Stephen admired your naked body like a piece of art. It’s been too long since he last saw a woman’s body in front of him—“But you’ve gone soft, so you’re going to watch me fuck your wife, like how you’re supposed to.”

The rising and falling of your chest became obvious as you breathed harder. Your eyes widen at the mention of him fucking you, and though he is an exact copy of Stephen, he wasn’t your husband. You shook your head defiantly and kicked your legs, but with a body showing muscles formed from years of combat training, of course he wouldn’t budge.

Muffled whimpers came through your gagged mouth. Sinister Strange hushed you and brought a hand over his mouth and gave it a long lick before forcefully opening your legs. His wet palm cupping over your already wet cunt, cocking his head to one side, “Hm, your body doesn’t lie princess. Kick and defy all you want, but you can’t hide the fact that you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“I hate you!” You tried to say it the best way you could so he could understand. When you felt the cold touch of his palm against your slit, the muscles inside you throbbed, and you hated how much your body was reacting to him.

“For now, but trust me when I say that you’ll be begging for more later.” He craned down and whispered against your ear with his hot breath that tickled the sensitive nerves in your neck. Sinister Strange laid himself by your side, his elbow propping his upper torso up, “If you don’t do as I say, I will choose a different form of torture and he won’t make it out alive, so you choose. Open your legs or I’ll hurt him instead.”

You turned your gaze to Stephen as a tear trickled out of the corner of one of your eyes. It appeared as though he knew which option you were considering and he shook his head in response. However, since you did not want him to be harmed, you have decided to give your body to the evil doppelgänger of the person you were protecting. You shut your eyes and opened your legs, revealing your cunt to your husband, who also shut his eyes while releasing a heavy sigh.

“Good girl, show your husband that pretty cunt of yours.” Husky tones inflicted an order-like tone on his bold declaration. The man was beaming with pride, as if he had already guessed your final decision and was looking forward to it. Stephen's calloused, veined, and almost sandpaper-like hand glided over your smooth stomach, past over the curves of your waist. He pushed his hands deeper into the velvety interior of your thighs in order to spread your legs even further apart.

Two of his long fingers gingerly stroked the outer folds of your sex, his middle finger circled around your opening, occasionally parting your lips, and grazing upwards with a deliberately slow stroke but not penetrating you. He could feel your heat radiating off of him, and he could sense the moisture that was building up in the folds of his fingers. Naturally, he didn't forget about your breasts, which were bared for all to see; he gently rubbed one of the pink nubs on your breast with his thumb. His limp cock that was prodding on the side of your thigh had grown in size just by touching you, and the little jerks you made as you tried to suppress the pleasure he was giving you was so arousing to watch.

You’ve coated his digits slick with your fluids as he touches you in such a perverse way, you kept your eyes on your Stephen, imagining that it was him touching you. Two of his slender middle digits burrowed themselves into your hot core and secured you firmly against his body. This was followed by his fingers pistoning into you, first slowly, then gradually increasing in rhythm with his penetration and friction. The wet smacking sound of his drenched hand as it slapped against you was obscene.

You writhed as a lewd moan escaped your throat. A low groan came from Stephen against your ear, “Hm, you like it right there?” His head hung over your shoulder, panting with his hot breath hitting against your skin. The veins that are mapped under his skin became more prominent while he worked his fingers in your channel. He was dead silent for a few seconds as he focused on hitting you at the correct spot, but the silence was broken by a deep guttural moaning, like pleasing you was also his own pleasure.

Your Stephen’s nose flared as he watched you powerless, so helpless to stop the attack, and yet he felt himself becoming stiff inside his trousers. He could feel that his evil counterpart had a cunning smile on his lips. Stephen followed Sinister Strange’s hand as it left your breast, grabbing a handful of your hair and raising your head up, keeping it in place with his hand that was bigger than your face, “Look at your husband, princess. Look how hard you made him.” Below, his fingers wringed inside you while he explores the uniqueness of your cunt.

Meanwhile, Stephen's hard-on was starting to get uncomfortable, and the sweet lewd noises that came from you didn't help. He felt angry, confused, and turned on all at the same time. He looked at you dead straight in the eyes, the gag falling from your lips as it was removed, his name instantly leaving your lips, “S-Stephen.”

Blood rushed to both their centres the moment their names left your lips. For Sinister Strange, it was electrifying, your effects on him were slightly tipping him over the edge of losing self-control. He needed to hear more of your sweet moans, he knew that you were referring to your husband, which made him more eager to turn you into a moaning mess and show you what he's made of— and he will make sure that you’ll be referring to him instead.

He quickly found your clit in his explorations, and he circled it and rubbed over it firmly. Pleasuring you in front of your husband sends him thrills; his mouth caressed your neck, licking you, tasting you—nibbling on your skin until he reached your ear, "What a naughty slut you are, making your husband watch while you get finger fucked by another man." He murmurs into your ear before licking your earlobe, working his way back over your neck, kissing and sucking at the hollow of your throat.

Sinister Strange looks like a devil who wants to take advantage of your greatest weakness, making the scene in front of Stephen look like pure sin. Stephen watched as your lower body was slowly rotated, your hips rising and falling in a soft circle spurned on by the sensations flowing outward from your agitated, excited clit. This was indeed another level of torture, the fact that he wasn’t the one making your body contort in dirty ways like that, left him frustrated. He almost prefers being beaten to death.

It became increasingly challenging for you to keep your eyes open for any length of time, and you were aware that the moans that were emerging from your open mouth were becoming increasingly audible.

Slowly, so very slowly, Sinister Strange’s adventurous fingers became more aggressive, more dominant, and you couldn’t help but fold your legs to your chest since you couldn’t spread your legs any wider. Your thoughts slowly followed your body as it descended deeper and deeper into the realm of his gifts. Now, you were pretty much just a gelatinous mass that trembled and reacted to every bit of friction and every nuanced twist that he made with his fingers inside of you. When his hand sank deep into your cunt, you could almost hear the juices gushing out of your body, all over his hand.

"U-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h, f-uck, S-tephen." A vulgar sound slipped quietly out of you and your hips did a wide circular rotation. The pressure, the speed of his abuse on your swollen little hole increased in pace.

Stephen was in excruciating pain as he sat there because he was all too familiar with that sound, and he knew that you wouldn't be able to hold back for very much longer. Your orgasm was picking up speed, and he had enough previous encounters to know that when it did occur, it would tear right through your body and come out of your mouth.

You wanted to suppress it, to muffle it with your arms, you didn’t want the enemy to feel like he’s succeeded in hypnotizing you with his poisonous touch—though it felt so fucking good. You might be able to lower the volume of your guttural noise, but you were well aware that there was no way you could hide the undulations of an out-of-control body that was already beginning to tremble with anticipation and was about to explode.

You experienced a surge of ecstasy that started in the very depths of your stomach. It rips through you, forcing a scream out of your throat as your pussy clenches tighter on his fingers. It continues to move through you, over and over, until it finally stops, at which point your chest will have arched upward into the air while your eyes have been squeezed shut.

When you look over at him, you see that Sinister Strange is smiling to himself. When you see the satisfied smirk that is curling his glistening lips, you can't help but feel a surge of self-loathing.

“Our wife always comes so hard after a good tease, huh?” He appeared to be very proud of himself. When he licks his fingers clean, you can't bear to watch any longer. The thought that you let that happen or that you screamed your pleasure loud enough for your husband to hear makes you sick to your stomach.

“Fuck you.” Stephen growled and thrashed from where he sat again, he didn't think he would be able to watch any longer.

“Fuck me?”—Sinister Strange chuckles, “I’m not that conceited, but I’ll definitely fuck your wife.” Stephen didn’t find his deranged humour very funny. Never in his life did he think about wanting to smash his own face in.

Sinister Stephen knelt over your body as he untied your arms from the bed frame. You looked away from his cock that was aimed pointedly towards your face and you quietly assessed the situation and the area to look for a weapon. How were you going to get away from this man?

As soon as your other arm fell to your side, you shoved him on the chest to get him off balance, and you made an attempt to roll off the bed and try to escape him, but he catches you and slams you back onto the bed, holding you as he leans down, his eyes angry now.

“Don’t hurt her!” Stephen shouted at the man but was ignored.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Get off of me!” You scream while kicking and struggling to get free from his hold. He grunts and pushes you back again, trying to hold you still.

“You don’t have that authority here, princess. I’m the abductor, I tell you what to do.” Stephen said through his gritted teeth, grimacing as he reminded you of who’s in charge.

“I hate you,” Despite your desperate screams, he only returned with his laughter, which was mean-spirited.

“Do not fucking lie to me, darling. You know, that you loathe the fact that you enjoyed it. The moment I put my fingers into your pussy, you began to scream, and you resent that you enjoyed every fucking second of it.” Angry at his obscene language, your hand automatically slapped him. It is loud in the silence, and as his head snaps to the side, you draw in a deep breath and hold it.

Slowly, he turns back to face you, “You shouldn’t have done that,” he warns, his voice low and rough.

Your chest heaved, you were scared shitless, but you did feel bad enough to let him have a taste of you. There was no way you’d let him go all the way, “Fuck you!” You screamed at his face and lunged your head forward. The two of you groan in unison as a sharp pain shoots through each of your skulls.

As you kick at him, he gives you a low growl, grabs both of your hands, and slams them together above your head. You despise the raging fire of desire that burns inside of you as well as the fact that you secretly want him and the fact that the sight of his pulsing cock makes you wetter than you’ve ever been.

He presses and strokes his tip against your opening and forces you to watch as you breathe heavily. "I was going to be kind and come outside of you, but now?" He makes a shaking motion with his head and then leans down to lick your lips. "I don't have to," he said, "you're mine."

Releasing his cock, he grabs your thigh and hoists you up. You glare at him and struggle to break free from his hold so that you can strike him once more. You scratch at his hands with enough force to draw blood.

A sigh of exasperation escaped him as he asked, “You want to act like a fucking animal? Fine, then I'll fuck you like one,” he growls at the corner of his mouth.

He yanks you up to spin around, and then he shoves you back down into the bed before you have a chance to respond. He stays behind you, pressing against your back with his cock nestled against your ass while his hand works its way through your hair as you struggle to get yourself up. You scream as he pulls on your hair, and as you do so, you pull your head back until the only thing keeping you upright is his hand. He grabs your hip and pulls you backwards while simultaneously kicking your legs apart.

“Get off me!” You yelled in demand, “Stephen, please.” You called out to your husband though you're fully aware he’s got no way of helping you out.

He glanced at Stephen, whose anger was boiling quietly at the way he was handling you, “No, you made your choice now, remember? Either you give yourself to me or he dies.” His hand slides between your thighs and discovers that your cunt was soaking wet. “Darling, you can’t deny it. Your body tells me that you want this just as much as I do, and I’ve had enough of your attitude. I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

You start struggling again, continuing to fight him even as you press your pussy against his hands with more force. The foreign roughness of him, his foul mouth was so new to you, it had you so needy that when he lines his cock up at your entrance and slams inside, you scream. Not in pain, but in pleasure.

A sinister laugh elicits from his lips as he pulls back, fighting the clinging pussy around his cock, and slams inside again. “Good girl,” he purrs, as he licks your neck before biting your shoulder, leaving a mark on you and makes it hurt as he thrusts back into you, setting a hard, brutal pace.

Your hands grip on the sheets as you felt for the harshness of each thrust he gives you, his hands digging into your skin as he impales you with his cock over and over. Your breasts rub against the bed as you cry out, tightening your walls around him. The way your original husband was not saying anything and just watched you struggle made you livid—it gave you the impression that he was enjoying this.

Stephen’s gaze darkened in desire, watching you take his other version’s brutal pounding. He feels jealous that you’ve never reacted that way towards him when you make love to him. If both of you were to make it out of here alive, he'd make sure to remove every filthy mark that this man was leaving on you.

You turned around unnoticed by him because of his concentration on you and his infatuation with fucking you. You yank your hair out of his fingers, but you let some strands remain in his grasp. As you spin and strike him in the face, his cock slides out of you, “I’m not yours, you fucking psychopath!” you shouted.

He seizes you and throws you on the mattress. You slapped him and pushed him away before you flipped over. He yelled at you, “You are,” as he was being pushed away. You make an attempt to get away by crawling, but he puts his hand around your ankle and roughly drags you back to him. You let out an angry screech as you skittered across the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets, taking it with you.

You fight him off, and yet you never say no when he fucks you out of your senses, because deep inside, you like this. And you hated that.

His hands are pretty nimble. They grab your hips and pull them up, and then he grabs you again and pulls you back onto his cock. You can't help but let out a moan. It's incredible how much bigger he is now. He doesn't play around either when he smacks your ass cheeks. He didn’t spank you for fun though; rather, it’s a kind of discipline and you take pleasure in the fact that he made it hurt.

You let out a scream as you fight back against his quick thrusts, the sound of your skin smacking against itself loudly as he growls from behind you, “U-gh, a-asshole!” You insulted him even while you brought your hand down between your legs to touch yourself.

His hand reaches down there before you and pushes your hand away with a smack. He grabs your hair once again, twists it into a ball, and uses it like a leash as he arches your neck to hiss in your ear, leaning over you at this point, "I didn’t give you permission to come.” He proceeded to push into you with increased urgency, going deeper and more deeply, his tongue all over your body. Once again, the pleasure and the pain were intertwined until the whole experience was muddled into a white heat.

Stephen prodded his tongue against the inside of his cheeks, seeing how much you were enjoying the roughness the other was inflicting on you. He watched as Sinister Strange quickened his pace and looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out of you and grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, pulling his hips back and shoving forward, fucking you like Stephen has never had. He's never been so turned on by the sight of you as he was then. He had admired and stroked every inch of your body, but seeing you like this was an excitement he had never felt before.

He growls at you while running his fangs over your shoulder, and then he says, “Admit it, you love being fucked like this, and I'll let you come.” You can't help but crack a smile when you hear how gruff and strung out his voice is; clearly, he's not as unaffected as he believes he is.

“Fuck off.” You firmly snap at him.

He raised his hand and smacked your ass over and over while his cock slid along those nerves, and the pain emanated through you. You felt the same rush at the pit of your stomach but more intense this time around, but you tried to fight it—Stephen reached down and flicked your throbbing clit with his thumb, which urged you to release, instantly shattering you, "Fuck– Stephen—"

Stephen heard the sinister one almost cry out as you reached your limit and this time he was pretty sure that you thatthe Stephen you were referring to was not him. A loud groan like he was in pain came from the other man; and then he fell on top, the length of your back, holding your hips firmly and plunging the depths of you, his cock engorged inside of you as you clamped down on his cock and writhed beneath him. His hips stutter, moving in shorter and harder thrusts, then he powers into you twice more before stilling, infecting you in with his hot poison, grunting with his lips pressed to your shoulder.

His cock slowly slipped out of you and his white essence followed and you felt it seep out slowly. You lay there panting, feeling exhausted after using all your energy on him, you felt like you were floating. By the time you looked up at your husband’s sinister version, he was already fully dressed in his black tunic, circling Stephen, who was watching the other's every move very closely.

“Now that you've got what you wanted, let her go back to our own reality.” Stephen demanded his evil self to let you go.

The Sinister one hummed, “I don’t think so.” he wagged his finger.

“What the fuck do you mean, you don’t think so? That’s not what we talked about!” Stephen argued, raising his voice at the man, tried to push his arms out to break the binds, and as if it was elastic, it forced him to tuck his arms in.

“We never talked about anything, or made a deal,”—Stephen almost snorted at the other’s claim— “She’s going to stay here, with me. And as for you…” He trailed off.

“Have you ever had a dream that you are falling as if pushed off a tall building? That was probably me.” A sadistic smile curled at each corner of his lips, revealing a third eye in the middle of his forehead.

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TWO - WONDER DUMMIED

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [3.9k] A case of mutual pining and suggestive innuendoes plus a thrilling trip to Universal and a food-truck adventure lead our two resident fools in (secret yet, not so secret) love to end the day with cuddling and a movie, leaving Y/n slightly more confident in how JJ may or may not feel about her.

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, brief mentions of vomit/throwing up, mentions of food, suggestive comments, mutual pining

A/N; You get more of Y/N and JJ's dynamic in this (and just how oblivious yet not so oblivious they are) and some cute moments that I personally love. I hope you enjoy!

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I JUMPED UP IN THE BED I SHARED WITH JJ AT THE SOUND OF THE BEDROOM DOOR SLAMMING OPEN. “Why are you two still sleep?!” John B hissed from the doorway looking mildly disheveled. “Get up before Sarah kills you both.” JJ was beginning to stir awake next to me, groaning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

I was half-awake and mumbled a reply to John B, assuring him we’d get up before falling back into the mattress with a thump, closing my eyes for just a few more seconds. I didn’t get those few seconds before a soft object was hitting me hard. “What the fuck?” I groaned. I sat up once more and glared at the puppy-eyed brunette standing in front me, pillow in hand. I snatched it from his hand and put it back on the bed.

“I’m serious!” He whisper-yelled. “Sarah thinks we’re going to be late. And before you ask, I don’t know how you could be late to an amusement park but- just, get up before she blows a fuse. Now.” He urged us both before leaving the room.

JJ was sitting up, hunched over trying to shield the light from his eyes. I pat his shoulder before sliding off of the bed. “I’m gonna get us towels and stuff so we can shower.” He gave a hum of approval and I went to exit the room, walking the short distance to the closet down the hall that held all of the toiletries and such. 

Things were moved around on the shelves, assuming the rest of our friends woke up before us and already finished their routines. I grabbed a bottle of body wash, a small tube of toothpaste and a couple of rags. I looked up and down the shelves for the towels and when I spotted them, I sighed.

They were on the top shelf, which was abnormally high to be considered even remotely accessible. I sat the things I had retrieved on the very bottom shelf, which was empty. Of course it was. Looking around, I spotted a tall kitchen stool. Moving it in front of the shelves, I used it to retrieve two towels for JJ and myself. Coming down, I kicked the stool back to its original position and grabbed the things I previously put down, stacking them on top of the soft, pillowy towels in my arms.

Exiting the closet, I nudged the door shut with my heel. “Do not tell me you are just now showering.” A high-pitched and rather agitated voice spoke behind me. Turning I was met with Sarah’s annoyed expression. I gave her a shy smile and shrugged. By the looks of her pinched eyebrows and curled lips, she was ticked off.

“Sorry. John B woke us up late.” I’ve come to learn that Sarah was a very strict planner. She needed things to go according to plan otherwise she felt off-balance and frustrated at times. She rolled her eyes and ran a hand through the top of her hair. She set off down the stairs, grumbling almost inaudibly. 

“You are all unbelievable….’s ridiculous…..gonna be so late.” I had to hold back a small giggle. It wasn’t funny that she was upset but seeing Sarah almost in the state of a disapproving mother was amusing.

ENTERING JJ AND I’S SHARED ROOM, I noticed he was no longer on the bed and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I don’t know why he didn’t just wait for me to come back with what he needed but I figured I would just sit it on the sink counter for when he hopped out.

Knocking on the bathroom door, I announced it was me with what he needed and he gave me the okay to come in. Turning the door handle and pushing it open, I expected to see his blurred silhouette behind the noisy glass shower doors, but I was met with a shirtless JJ with a towel wrapped around his waist.

His clothes were discarded on the floor to be dropped into the hamper in the actual room later. “Oh, shit. I thought you'd be in-”

He laughed and came closer to grab the items in my hands, his palms closing over each of mine. “Are you nervous?” I tried to send him an eye roll, a glare, or even a snarky comment but it was like seeing him half-naked and knowing that towel was the only thing obstructing my unjust fantasies sent me into a frenzy. My brain short-circuiting and unable to send signals to my body and I could feel myself staring at him, more specifically his chest and his blonde hair that was falling slightly due to how steamy the enclosed space was becoming. “Y/n?”

Shaking my head to clear it of whatever the hell I was fantasizing about, I averted my gaze back up to his face where he was making no effort to hide his smirk, lips parted and eyes wide with my cheeks on fire.

“You plan on joining me?” He teased.

“What?” I asked, shocked and frozen in place. Did he just-

“Well, considering you have a death grip on the towels," He used his head to motion to the bundle of shower essentials clutched in both our grasps. "I just assumed you planned on staying.” It was clear that he was making a joke, or so I assumed.

Heat rose to my face as I looked down at our hands clutching the objects, my knuckles visibly a shade lighter than the rest of my hands. I quickly loosened my grip, allowing him to take the towel from the bottom, handing him a rag and the bottle of body wash.

“Right, sorry.” I muttered shyly, avoiding eye contact as if the walls of the plain white bathroom suddenly became the most mesmerizing thing in the world.

“Don’t be.” 

I looked up at him and he was staring at me so…intently. Like he would pounce on me at any given moment. And I could’ve taken the opportunity to do it myself. Make a move. But what do I do? None of that is what.

Instead, I broke our stare and stumbled over my words before setting the small tube of toothpaste on the sink and telling him, “I’m just gonna leave that here and wait out there-” I said, jabbing my thumb in the direction of the bedroom that was still visible as the bathroom door was open.

Turning around quickly and closing the door, I tried to calm my racing heart beat and will the heat in my cheeks to subside. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the door, careful not to thump against the wood and letting my own towel and rag fall to the floor.

“Well that was painful to watch.”

My eyes shot open to find Kie in the doorframe. Why do all of my friends appear like ghosts? I grumbled inaudibly and pushed my frame off of the door, picking up my belongings off of the floor and tossing them onto the queen sized bed. “How long were you standing there?”

Kie entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “Long enough to hear JJ give you a potential invitation for shower sex.”

I groaned and turned away from the curly-haired girl, making my way over to where we sat the bags the night prior in search of an outfit for the day. “He was not inviting me to have sex. And would you keep it down? He’s literally on the other side of that door.”

“He was totally inviting you to have sex. Can you blame him? You’re hot, Y/n. Embrace your inner-”

“Kie.” I spat out. Dropping the shirt in my hands and craning my neck to face her, “I will literally tape your mouth shut. Quit playing matchmaker and help me pick out an outfit.”

WE WERE STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARK AS SARAH AND POPE TRIED TO READ THE MAP. Well, more like figure out where to go first. It was more crowded than we anticipated but we were already here. 

“What about this ride that’s literally in front of us?” John B said as if it was the obvious course of action, gesturing in the direction of the Minion Mayhem attraction.

“Dude,” I started. “It's like an hour and a half wait.”

“Plus, it’s not even a real ride. It’s like a simulation type thing.” Sarah added.

“I don’t care where we go as long as we make it to Diagon Alley.” Kie affirmed, She’d been talking about it the whole car ride. I didn’t peg her as one to be into Harry Potter but she was so anxious to make it over there. 

“I second that.” Pope added.

“Let me see the map.” JJ requested, Pope willingly handing it over. He looked it over for a minute and then spoke. “Let’s just walk forward. It’ll take us in a full circle so we’ll pass everything.”

“Look at Mr. Helpful. Maybe we should recruit JJ as our tour guide.” John B teased, ruffling the blonde’s hair before his hand was swatted away.

WE WERE IN THE NEW YORK SECTION OF THE PARK NOW, it was mainly food stops with a ride or two. We’d all collectively agreed to get on Revenge of The Mummy, JJ and Pope hesitant. We’d been standing in line for a while but we were nearing the front now, the ride carts in view as the previous passengers got off.

Walking ahead a couple more steps, the park employee said “How many?”

“Six.” Since there were 4 seats in a row, she put 3 of us in one and 3 in the other, strangers filling in the empty seats at the end of each row—Kie, JJ, and I to one row, Pope, Sarah, and John B to another. We were in the front row with the other 3 behind us so we were still close. We were instructed to pull down the lap-bar as an employee came by to push it down, doing a final check. Once the ride operator was given a thumbs up, the cart was strolling forwards.

“Why is it so damn dark?” JJ asked.

I chuckled. “Because it’s no fun when you can see what’s up ahead.” He let out a deep and semi-shaky breath and I dropped the jokes, seeing that he was actually nervous. I sat a hand on his forearm. “Hey, it’s just a ride, alright?” I assured, removing my hand and putting my palm flat out for him. “You can hold my hand if you want.”

It was only a half-joke to ease his tension but when his warm palm met mine with a tight squeeze, fingers threading in between mine - I froze a bit before relaxing. 

The ride continued and when the voices started to play and get frantic, a machine came out, giving a spiel about ‘ruling the earth for eternity’ or whatever. 

“Holy shit, I thought he was real.” Spoke Kie, a bit loudly considering the speakers muffled our voices a bit.

The cart turned a corner, getting closer to a talking head and some statues when all of a sudden, the bowl like structure in front of us emitted an uproar of flames and JJ jumped a little. “What the hell, man?” He said whipping his head toward me. “Was that real fire? Can they do that? Is that allowed?” 

He was still nervous but I thought I spotted a hint of amusement in his face, like he was easing up. Sometimes, I had to remember that JJ was very sheltered in the Outer Banks. We all were, truthfully. But sometimes he just needed a little extra coaxing.

Just when he spoke, the ride sped up and he leaned back in his seat. “Woah-ohhh, my god-”

I laughed out loud and gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze. The ride came to a stop in front of a wall then suddenly descended backwards, now it was my turn to be a little frightened. It felt like we were spinning back and forth but it was so dark that you couldn’t tell. Then rapidly, the cart went uphill and fast. The other riders were screaming, cursing, and laughing and I swore I could see Kie gripping the lap-bar for dear life. I could hear John B letting out a string of curses behind me and Sarah and Pope laughing.

A glimpse of light came through allowing us to see the rails on which the cart was moving and they were slanted. “Are we- Are we fucking sideways? Oh shit, oh shit-” JJ rambled, gripping my hand tightly. I giggled and squeezed his hand just as tight.

“You’ll be fine. At least if we fall, we’ll fall together.” I joked.

I caught a glimpse of his smile in the passing lights and couldn’t help but send one back. “You gonna take me down with you?”

“Not if you come willingly.” We both let out light laughs that could barely be heard by one another as the ride leveled out and slowed down, sending every passenger slightly forward as it abruptly stopped. JJ’s hair was flown back and I reached a hand up to ruffle it back to its effortlessly messy state, never breaking eye contact. “Not too bad, huh?”

JJ chuckled and shook his head, catching his breath a bit. “Not too bad.”

WE DECIDED TO SKIP SAN FRANCISCO IN FAVOR OF GOING TO DIAGON ALLEY. Something Kie was ecstatic about. I never mentioned it but I was kind of into Harry potter. Not like know all the spells, read all the books—into it. But I thoroughly enjoyed the movies and found it interesting.

“Uh, I don’t see an entrance. It’s just this…train station?” John B noticed.

Pope and Kiara sent sly smirks each others way and walked off behind a wall. I’m assuming they put some kind of pieces together and knew where to go. We followed them, sending each other shrugs and confused expressions. I was beyond concerned until they stumbled upon a brick wall and it all clicked as we walked through.

“No fucking way.” I looked up in awe. I wouldn’t say it was exactly like the movie but it was impressive enough and so pleasing to look at. There was a crowd of people just standing under the dragon statue on top of Gringotts.

“Welcome to nerdville.” John B muttered, though even he couldn’t deny that this was cool. Sarah muttered a ‘shut up’ under her breath.

“You know, I think I understand the hype around Harry Potter now. I kind of like it here.” Said JJ.

“I’d have to second that.” Sarah agreed.

Just then, the dragon statue let out a gust of fire. The people recording and letting out cheers as they got what they wanted and continued to explore this division of the park or walked off to discover the others. “Now that was cool as shit.” JJ spoke. “Remind me to record it next time.” He nudged me, to which I nodded. 

Kie and Pope began walking further into the hidden area, the rest of us following in tow. We came to stand in front of the entrance to a ride, Harry Potter and The Escape from Gringotts. 

“3 hours?! Guys, we are not standing in line for 3 hours.” Sarah exclaimed, reading the red-lit sign at the entrance signaling the 180 minute wait for the ride, not to mention that was just an estimate.

“It won’t feel like it. Those signs are so inaccurate.” Pope pleaded.

“Plus, I’ve watched videos. It’s so worth it. Back me up, Y/n.” Kie begged. They looked so helpless and actually excited to ride this thing but 3 hours for a ride that would last less than 5 minutes? I wasn’t really up for it.

“Sorry, Kie. 3 hours is a little out of my comfort zone.” I hated how their faces fell like children who were told they couldn’t get ice cream. We were here to have a good time and I wanted to leave with good memories. “But hey, I think I saw something better.” I spoke towards two of my best friends, their faces twisting in confusion and curiosity.

ENTERING MADAM MALKIN’S ROBES, IT WAS LESS CROWDED THAN I THOUGHT. Kie gasped and Pope had a huge smile on his face. JJ, Sarah and John B opted to wait outside the shop, not being too keen on coming inside. Plus, JJ was waiting for the dragon to breathe fire again so he could record it for himself, he promised he’d send it to me. 

Kiara immediately made a beeline for the small backpacks and novelty robes, while Pope roamed in the farther end of the store where the more casual clothing items were held—hoodies and zip-ups and such.

I stayed near the front of the store, close to the the register, eyeing the small trinkets like keychains and necklaces. I wanted something simple and cute. I spotted some lanyards that had the school tie patterns in each of the house colors, a smile making its way onto my face as I plucked one off in the colors of my favorite house before I heard name being called.

I made my way towards Kiara who was twirling in the mirror with a robe on, checking herself out. “Honest opinion; should I get it?” She asked, not even moving to face me, enthralled with the robe adorning her frame. 

“How much do they want for it?”

“One-hundred fifteen. Before you say no, I have the money for it.” She shrugged, moving her gaze to me. “My dad put money on my card after I begged for it. I wasn’t leaving this park empty handed.”

I laughed and tilted my head. “In that case, you should. It could be fun to have.”

“Then it’s settled.” She smiled. Just then, Pope skipped over to us, sporting a gray, red, and black patterned jacket with a Hogwarts emblem in the corner. 

“What do you guys think? It’s not too nerdy right?” He asked with a bright smile that was slightly worried. I smoothed the arm of the jacket and took a step back to examine it.

“Nah, I think you’re good. But you do know JJ and John B are gonna rag on you either way, right?” I asked, half-joking. Pope sighed and groaned.

“Of course, but I want something to take home. I’ll keep it in my closet most of the time, anyway.”

“Then if everyone has their items, let’s go.” I prompted, leading everyone to the counter. We put our respective items on the counter one after the other, Kie offering to pay for everyone and headed out to meet back up with the other half of our group.

WE HAD LEFT THE PARK A WHILE AGO. The temperatures were rising and we were hungry, not too fond of eating park food. Pope mentioned that he spotted a couple of food trucks on the way there so we followed his guide.

Pulling into an empty space, it was more like a large patch of grass and trees decorated with picnic tables and a handful of food trucks. It was quite pretty though. The space was littered with people, both eating and waiting in line. At this point the sun was starting to set, casting a nice orange-ish hue over the area.

“I think I’m gonna go for the tacos.” John B pointed towards the colorful truck with the menu full of various tacos.

“Yea, I’m gonna try out the kabobs over there.” Kie stated. Everyone chose from their options and went to retrieve their meals. I chose a wing truck, they had some odd flavors but I just stuck with a classic—buffalo.

I spotted my friends at a table already eating, me being the last to get my food. Making my way over, I sat in the empty space next to JJ, across from Kie, Pope, and Sarah. Sarah had a huge salad, Pope had some sliders and fries, John B munching down on some crunchy tacos without a care in the world for the mess he was making on his plate, Kie had some kind of kabobs that I couldn’t deny looked delicious, and JJ had a bacon burger with potato wedges.

“These are so good.” Kie groaned in satisfaction, her shoulders slumping. “And, oh! Look,” She said, holding up her drink cup and shaking it. “Paper cups and paper straws.” She smiled, causing us to laugh a little. “Laugh all you want, you turtle killers.”

Meanwhile, I spotted a tanned hand reaching for my food. Quickly swatting his hand away, he shook it off in mock pain. “I haven’t even touched my food yet and you have half a burger left.”

“But yours smells so good. Just one, c’mon. You have 12 of them.” He whined.

I rolled my eyes and picked up a wing, biting off a piece. “Uh-uh. You have your own, you’ll live.”

JJ sighed and shook his head, “Can’t believe this.” He muttered. We all chuckled and finished our meals before loading back into the rental car and heading back to the house.

WALKING INTO THE HOUSE, EVERYONE WAS ALREADY HEADING OFF TO THEIR ROOMS. Mumbled ‘goodnight’s and yawns could be heard. I, however, was nowhere near tired for some odd reason considering I was typically one of the first to doze off. As everyone went off to their rooms and JJ walked into ours to sleep, I assumed, I trudged over to the living room and clicked on the TV.

They were streaming Corpse Bride on some random network and I grabbed the throw blanket, settling in to watch the movie. That is, until I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and JJ’s tall frame entered the space, dressed in sweatpants and shirtless.

“I thought you were gonna go to sleep?”

“The bed felt weird without you in it.” He spoke through a yawn as I willed a smile not to break through. He drug his frame over to where I was on the couch and slouched down next to me, taking some of the small blanket to drape over himself as he allowed his head to fall on my shoulder. “What’s this?” He asked, referring to what was playing on the screen.

“Corpse Bride.”

“It looks like the last movie you made me watch. The one from a couple of weeks ago with the talking cat.”

“Coraline?”

“Yeah, that one. It was weird.”

“...Don’t ever say that again. I feel like I should push you off of me for even letting something like that fall from your lips.” He laughed sleepily but he was still looking at the screen. 

We were a couple minutes into the movie at this point and Victor was telling Emily how he could never love her. “I feel bad for her,” JJ started. “Saying he would never marry her is one thing but reminding her that she’s dead is just cruel. Why does she like this dude?” 

I shrugged, careful not to move his head around too much. “She sees something in him, I guess. I think she just wants to be loved.” JJ hummed in contemplation, continuing to stare at the screen. He was a bit more awake now, the movie actually capturing his attention.

We had arrived at the near-climax of the movie, revealing that Emily and Victor’s marriage wasn’t exactly proper. “What does he mean their marriage isn’t real? That Van Dart dude basically brought her back to life.” The blonde complained.

“Van Dort.”

“What?”

“His name is Victor Van Dort, J.”

“Same difference.” I scoffed and shook my head. The movie continued, not without JJ’s never ending questions and commentary. He didn’t seem to be a fan of Victoria, no matter how much I tried to explain that she didn’t really do anything wrong. He was really rooting for team Emily and Victor. 

We reached the end and JJ’s eyebrows furrowed as he witnessed Emily walk into the moonlight and vanish into a swarm of butterflies. “What- Don’t tell me she died.” He said in a flat tone that held a hint of disappointment, looking up at me. Though, my eyes were starting to close.

I shook my head ‘no’. “She went back to the land of the dead. Her home. At least I think so. She couldn’t stay in the land of the living, forever.” I spoke tiredly.

“Is there a second movie? Does she ever find love?”

I shrugged my shoulders lazily, sleep getting the best of me. “I don’t think there is. But hopefully she found love. In herself or someone else.” My sentence ended with a yawn.

JJ sat up but my body felt heavy, so his shift in position allowed me to slump against him. “Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked gently, wrapping his lean yet muscular arms around my limp frame that was snuggled against his chest, head against his heart. I shook my head ‘no’ and wrapped my arms around him. 

“Seems too far.” I mumbled, a small laugh bubbling in his chest. But he didn’t move away or leave me to rest alone. I vaguely remember him making movements to change the channel before sleep overtook me and the now prominent drum of his heart lulled me to sleep.

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Complete Bliss 💕

p2!

Warnings: Lanuage

Summary: A rough day at work turns for the best

word count: 2k

Some people may call you crazy, which is completely understandable but how could you not be a little crazy for being in love with this girl? She seemed perfect, sweet, quiet, put together, knew how to take a stand for herself… The kind of girl who would put you in your place if necessary, your kind of girl. You always wanted to try and talk to her after class or even in class but- you just couldn’t, that little interaction all those weeks ago was all you could manage for a little while- which was pretty sad for anyone who was watching from the sidelines, but you didn’t care- maybe watching from afar was better than actually trying to do anything and accidentally ruining it.

But of course, some people wouldn’t let that slide- “You're STILL not talking to her?! Not even saying hi and bye in classes or the hallways?!-“ Your friend screamed through the phone speakers, making you jerk the phone away from your ear- You two had been friends for a while even though neither of you had even met in person, you two were like best friends. “It’s not even that serious-“ “IT IS!-“ she squealed, making you lower your phone again, rolling your eyes with a soft scoff before placing the phone near your ear again “Your insane.” “You're insane for letting opportunities like that slip everyday!” She hissed through the phone as you chuckled softly “Piper it’ll happen when it needs to…” “Well it needs to happen sooner Y/N, i'm getting hella inpatient. If you don’t make a move yourself I’m gonna fly my ass over and MAKE something happen!-""OKAY BYE PIPER I HAVE WORK-“ You hung up the phone and sighed,rolling your eyes before groaning. You knew Piper was right about you needing to make a move but you just weren’t sure if it was the right time.

You sat up on your bed, rubbing your head before setting your phone down on your mattress and getting up and walking to your closet grabbing a random shirt off its hanger and slipping out of your school clothes and into the older shirt for work. You walked over to your dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts before grabbing your phone off your bed and checked the time- you were late. “SHIT-“ you quickly shoved your phone into your pocket and stumbled over your feet, hitting the floor with a light thud- groaning out of pain and frustration before grabbing your shoes and pulling them on. Sure you were terrible at keeping track of time, courtesy of Piper- but you knew how to hurry when necessary. You rush out of the door and find yourself running half a mile and bursting through the back door of your work- panting heavily as you let your head hang, before looking up and meeting the eyes of one of your favorite coworkers- Sam.

“Geez what’s got you practically dying?-“ Sam questioned with a small chuckle as you groaned.

“I was running late- I had to run over here again…” You mumbled as Sam gave you a small sad smile.

“If you keep showing up late you know Rachel is gonna fire you right?-“ Sam questioned as she set down the box she was carrying and walked over to you and tried to help you fix the mess of yourself you had made in your hurry to get over there.

“Yeah, but Piper kept me longer than I was expecting-“ You responded as you face scrunched at Sam licking her finger and wiping away some of your leftover mascara that had smeared, earning a chuckle from her.

“She seems to do that a lot.” Sam replied calmly, as you gave a light nod, putting your hair up in a lazy bun and sighing softly.

“She’s my best friend Sam, we live too far apart for me to just not talk to her one day-“ 

“Your being too sweet.” Sam replied as you roll your eyes.

“We’re practically married okay? I have to give her some sort of attention.” You retorted with a small whine, as you clipped on your name tag and put on the stupid apron you were required to wear.

“Yeah yeah, since you were late you can go reorganize the shoes for me.” Sam said as she picked up the boxes she had put down earlier.

You almost wished you didn’t run all the way from your apartment to work- you hated reorganizing the shoes… but you gave Sam a nod and walked out of the employee break room and over to the shoe aisle- your eyes widening in the amount of dread and horror you were feeling. The aisles were in complete disarray, shoes on the floor, shoes mismatched, just about everything that would need to be fixed, needed to be fixed. You groan and swear under your breath before you begin to pick up all the shoes not on the shelves and in their boxes. It was gonna be a long afternoon…

What felt like 3 hours of picking up after all those inconsiderate people you were finally done, sweating a bit but satisfied with yourself. Sam walked past and saw the large smile on your face and snorted softly, walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Surprised you actually did it, looks a lot better.” You gave a nod and continued to smile and your work before turning around to look at Sam.

“I’m gonna go work at the register.” Sam gave a nod as you walked off to the register, flipping up the slab of wood that closed off the register to customers and took a seat at an open register, sighing softly. Most of the customers were manageable for the rest of the day, you were getting ready to leave for the day but one woman walked up to your register to set down her basket, you turned to look at her before biting at the insides of your cheeks but you began to scan her items. Down to the last few things you stumbled onto an unmarked bag, raising a brow as you grabbed it, looking on every side and even on the inside of the bag for a price tag but you couldn’t find it. You looked over to the computer at your side and looked up the bag’s brand- it wasn't there, which either meant it was new in stock hadn't been put out or she had put her bag in by accident. But it couldn’t be a accident- 

“Ma’am I can’t check this out for you…” You turned to look at her, as her brows narrowed.

“Yes you can!” She hissed, her voice was extremely bitter and made you flinch back a bit.

“There’s no price tag, and I can’t find it in our stock…” you mumbled, making the woman even anger, raising her voice even more.

“Then just give it to me!” “That’s against our policy, you went into the back and grabbed this bag. I'm going to have to ask you to leave…” You whimpered.

The woman seemed even more furious as she slammed her fist on the counter “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!-“ She growled, you were going to respond but she kept going. This continued for the next few minutes before Rachel,your manager stepped in. Luckily she was able to get the woman to leave but you weren’t able to leave early which was incredibly unfair. But you had to suck it up, you were muttering to yourself and cussing out Rachel for making you stay as you set the bag under the counter then- 

“Hello?-“ that sweet and familiar voice rang out, you immediately shot up- slamming your head on the bottom of the counter that sat the register on top, making you groan in pain as you lifted up completely- rubbing your head. Meeting Tara’s eyes, ones filled with worry for your voiced pain. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!-“ She yelped as you tried to laugh off the pain, wincing at the new bruise forming on your head.

“Yeah I'm okay… uh- if you could just hand me your basket I’ll get that checked out for you..!” You nervously squeaked up, Tara nodding and handing you her basket. You took out the various pairs of sweats,hoodies, crop tops, and a bunch of other clothes and scanned all of them, your eyes trying to peer up to look up Tara but your mind refused to allow it. You finished scanning her items and bagged them up before leaning over to the register and reading the number out loud for her-

“135.45$, Uh cash or credit?” You looked up from the register and offered her a smile, which she returned to your surprise and spoke up with a soft giggle. 

“Credit, my sister works here so I should get a 15% discount.” Your eyes widened a bit as you turned the card reader to her for her to stick her card in.

“Oh really? W-well who’s your sister?” You questioned as curiosity ran through your voice, as you watched her hand move over to Sam- your eyes widening.

“Sam, you know her right?” You glanced back to Tara as she was smiling at you, making you give a nod.

“Y-yeah!- she’s a good friend of mine actually!” Tara hummed in response as you grabbed her recipient for her, looking for some way to try and keep the conversation going.

“Say, you're in Film Study right? We should compare notes sometime, i-i struggle with the class a little bit.” You're lying, you love that class more than anything when it comes to taking note of the small details, but it was an excuse nonetheless. Tara glanced up to you as she grabbed her bags of clothes, shrugging lightly.

“Maybe, I mean it’d be good for both of us.” You tried so hard to hide your smile as you give a nod.

“Yeah! Maybe tomorrow in class or some other time? I get off of work at 6-“

Suddenly she cut you off- “I said maybe.” 

You felt like you had overstepped a boundary you didn’t even know existed yet, you kept your smile to try and seem un-bothered but the hurt was clear in your voice.

“O-oh yeah- sorry, Makes sense.” You chuckled as you handed her recipient to her,Tara taking it in her own hand as your fingers grazed her, sending butterflies through your body. You swallow nervously as you get ready to leave for the day, another coworker walking up to take your register before Tara called out to you.

“Hey, maybe isn’t a no. I’ll think about it.” You turned your head slightly as she walked out, a wide smile spreading across your face as you tried to keep yourself from squealing, practically skipping back to the break room. You took off your apron and name tag, stuffing them both in your locker as Sam walked in, making you freeze in your tracks. 

“What’s got you all excited?” She scoffed, looking you up and down, as you turned around.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!- anyways I’ve gotta go! See you tomorrow Sammy!” You bolted out the back door, before quickly coming back and grabbing your phone.

“Sorry I forgot this-“ before Sam could even get a word in, you slammed the door again- she didn’t get what sparked your sudden change in attitude but she was sure it was for some good reason. You walked down the street to your apartment,smiling the whole way as you blew up Piper’s phone- sending a text every other second as you tried to get home as quickly as possible. You rush to the elevator of your apartment building and rush in, quickly stepping in as you continue to blow up Piper’s phone, praying to god she hadn’t fallen asleep. As you stepped in your apartment room Piper finally responded, giving you the go ahead to call her- she sounded groggy and pissed off.

“Why did you send me 186 texts….. this better be good-“ she muttered.

“It is! Remember how we were talking about Tara earlier today? Well something happened-“ you were about to drop the bomb that you had gotten a date of sorts with Tara but Piper’s idea of what happened was completely different from what you expected…

“DID YOU TWO FUCK?!-“ She practically screamed as your face flushed a deep red.

“PIPER!-“ You hissed, covering your face with your hands. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!-“

“Wait was I wrong?” She squeaked.

“WELL DUH-“

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Enemies with Benefits

No, not those kinds of benefits. Get your minds out of the gutter ;) 

This was a request from a commenter on AO3, but unfortunately I lost the comment so I can’t paste it here. 

(Chishiya x fem reader/OC) - unnamed female character, so it could be either. 

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It couldn’t have gone more wrong. 

Right from the outset, he had been dealt a poor hand. A Nine of Spades - it was hardly a place for a Diamonds specialist. 

Chishiya had barely scraped out of the venue alive, with a gash along his shoulder blade and a graze in his side. His entire group had wound up dead, including the driver, which turned out to be a rather fortunate turn of events for him. It meant that he had been able to slink across Tokyo’s darkness without been seen by a soul. There was nobody left alive to witness his injuries. Nobody to take advantage of him in this vulnerable state. 

Well, aside from just one person.  

In the early hours of the morning, Chishiya had crept back into the Beach through the fire escape, only to find himself standing outside of a particular hotel room. Her hotel room. It wasn’t his first choice, but what choice did he have?  

He held up a hand, hesitated, then knocked three times. There was a grumble from deep inside, followed by a creak of bedsprings. A pad of feet. A long sigh. Finally, the door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a simple blue camisole and shorts. As soon as she laid eyes on him, her face fell and she folded her arms across her chest. 

‘What do you want? Can’t you see how late it is?’ 

‘Let me in.’ 

‘Why should I? People might get the wrong impression.’ 

He really wasn’t in the mood for this entitled act of hers. He slowly unzipped his white hood to reveal the bloodstained t-shirt beneath. ‘Let me in,’ he hissed. 

Her lips parted in realisation, and she craned her neck around the doorway, checking the hallways to ensure that they were alone. One never knew who was lurking by the stairwells. Satisfied, she held the door open and whispered, ‘Come on in.’

Chishiya ducked past her into the room. It was scruffy at best, with clothes carpeting the floor, loose makeup strewn across the dresser, and an unmade bed that was nothing more than a large tangle of cotton sheets and blankets. It was still warm when he stroked the mattress. 

‘Hey, don’t sit there yet.’ She gestured for him to move aside. ’I don’t want blood everywhere.’ 

He complied, too tired to come up with a clever response as he waited for her to lay a towel on the mattress. He sat down on it as she scowled and fretted around him. He briefly wondered whether it was worth walking out and just dealing with the pain. It would certainly be less headache inducing than having to listen to her snappy comments. But it was too late; he had lost his chance. She was already rooting through the contents of a small red box. 

‘I can’t believe you actually came to me for this,’ she muttered, plucking items out one by one. ‘This would kill my reputation if anyone found out.’ She paused to wave a dressing strip at him. ‘You’re going to have to take off your hoodie.’ 

Groaning a little as his shoulder blade stung, he shrugged off the hoodie as best he could. ‘Believe me, this was the last place I wanted to come.’

‘Yeah, sure it was.’ 

‘It really was.’ 

‘I didn’t ask for your opinion,’ she retorted, seating herself on the bed behind him and pinching the material of his t-shirt. ‘You realise this has to come off too, right? I’m not a miracle worker.’

Reluctantly, he began to remove his t-shirt, but only got half way before grunting in pain. He mentally cursed. Never in his life had he felt more uncomfortable, being injured and at the mercy of someone he couldn’t stand. The only silver lining was that Niragi wasn’t around to see this. 

‘Here.’ She tugged at the edges of his shirt, helping him peel it off. ‘The blood is kind of stuck to the fabric.’ 

Her fingers brushed his bare ribs, and he flinched. Chishiya hated the idea of being so exposed like this, and every swipe of her cool fingers left him more and more unsettled. With a harsh tug, she finally managed to remove his shirt, eliciting a grimace from Chishiya. 

‘Be careful,’ he reminded her. ‘I didn’t come here for you to make it worse.’ 

She balled up the bloody shirt and threw it into the bathroom. ‘Keep being snarky with me and I’ll kick you out.’ 

‘I’d like to see you try,’ he murmured, only to recoil as she pressed a handful of wet gauze to the burning gash on his shoulder blade. 

‘Stop moving,’ she instructed, digging her nails into his arm to keep him still. ‘You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.’ 

‘I don’t feel lucky,’ he said, as she poked and prodded, cleaning each of the wounds in turn. 

‘Well, you are. You don’t need stitches, so that’s lucky in itself.’ Having cleaned his wounds, she removed the plastic wrapper from a dressing pad. There was a brief silence, before she laughed dryly. 

‘What?’

She placed the dressing pad on his shoulder blade, arranging it carefully with her fingertips. ‘I just had a thought. If we switched places, you wouldn’t have even opened the door.’ 

He considered it for a moment. ‘I would.’ 

She unwrapped a second dressing pad. ‘Don’t even try and lie to me—’

‘I’d open the door.’ 

Her fingers pressed the pad against the wound in his side, lingering there for a few seconds longer than necessary. ‘Wait? You’re serious? I thought you hated me.’ 

‘I don’t hate you,’ he said quietly. 

Even with his back to her, he could feel her confusion. ‘But then, why…?’ 

‘You become more interesting when you’re annoyed.’ 

‘Hey!’ She flicked his head lightly, causing him to flinch. ‘I’d like you more if you weren’t so rude.’ 

‘Hmm…’ Her comment stuck out to him. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed her little slip-up. He smirked and half-turned his head to look back at her. ‘Does that mean that you already like me a little?’ 

There was a sharp intake of breath before her palm crashed into the side of his head with a loud thwack. His ear stung with the impact, and he cradled a hand to his cheek. The bed shook as she shimmied out from behind him. But it was only when she grabbed his hoodie and his dirty t-shirt from the floor that he noticed the light scattering of a pink blush across her cheeks. 

‘The door’s over there,’ she said, holding out his clothes. ‘Take these and go.’ 

‘And if I don’t want to?’ 

‘Then tomorrow night I’ll sneak into your room while you’re sleeping and tweeze all your eyebrows off.’ 

It was pointless threat. Not to mention empty. ‘And what exactly would that achieve?’ 

‘Ultimate humiliation.’ She waved the bundle of clothes at him, still waiting for him to take them. ‘It’s your choice.’ 

Sighing, he took his clothes from her and stood up, somehow managing to slip his hoodie back on as he made his way to the door. With one hand on the brass doorknob, he spoke quietly, ‘I was never here.’ 

She made a noise of irritation as she came to stand behind him. ‘Obviously. I wouldn’t be seen dead helping you.’ 

‘I’m serious,’ he said firmly. ‘Nobody can know about these injuries.’ 

‘Yeah yeah,’ she said, waving her hand dismissively. ‘I get it, you know. I’m serious too. So, you’d better keep your damn mouth shut Chishiya Shuntarou.’ 

He stifled a smile as he exited her room and trudged back down the hallways towards his own.

She had always been an interesting one — someone to watch, with her brash nature and curt manners. Although it caused him more trouble than good, he quite enjoyed their sparring. It kept things mildly entertaining, at least in this hell-hole. And it pained him to admit it, but when she wasn’t borderline drunk, stressed over a game, or spitting verbal venom at him in public places, he actually found himself enjoying her company. But he would never say it out loud. 

It would just have to remain his little secret. 

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x reader #chishiya x oc #aib #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu #chishiya

[ribb6ns]

Dream

pairing: wanda x reader

word count: 1335

warnings: dark!themes, dark!wanda maximoff, lazy ending

summary: what you had originally thought to be dreams turn out to be something way more real.

a/n: kind of unfinished, might write a part two if requested

Screams escaping your throat, you thrashed uselessly against your restraints, tears sliding down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from the hours of begging and pleading the witch to let you go. Your attempts were futile, and it had done nothing but amuse Wanda more.

You weren't even sure if this was Wanda. This couldn't be. Wanda wasn't like this. She wasn't a monster.

But one look at the witch's satisfied face made you beg to differ. She quirked an eyebrow, before walking over to you purposefully. 

"Quite a fighter, now, aren't we?" she lulled, her Sokovian accent dripping through her words. 

You bit back a sob, trying to stabilize yourself. Panicking wasn't going to get you out of this mess.

"What do you want?" you hissed. 

Wanda tilted her head slightly, taking in your body in front of her, completely at her will to do whatever she pleased with it. "Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. You shook your head, chuckling sourly at her words.

"Then explain this," you spat, gesturing towards your restraints. Wanda sighed, circling the alter she had placed you on. 

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just couldn't resist. I was dying for a preview." 

A smirk tugged at her features as she placed the tips of her fingertips over your face, caressing your cheek gently. "Oh, you have no idea what I've done just to get to you. It took so long just to find a universe where I wasn't here for you," she hummed. "It was all worth it."

She leaned over you, her cerulean eyes boring into yours, mesmerized, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now, hush, darling, this is nothing more than a mere dream."

"A... this is a - a what - I don't -"

Wanda pressed her lips together, a look of disappointment washing over her features. "Quite disappointing, hm?"

You shook your head, trying desperately to cling onto the bits of information the witch had just told you. You weren't sure which state you were in, but it definitely wasn't a sober one. 

"Aw, don't worry your pretty little head over it," Wanda said gently. "All you have to do is wait."

She sighed once again, glancing at her wrist. "I'll see you soon."

You started thrashing against your restraints again, confusion flooding your mind. "What do you mean?" you yelled. "I - I don't... I don't understand."

Your surroundings started to glitch, and you watched in fear as the stone walls became concrete white, your back suddenly pressing against a soft mattress. Panting, you sat up, and found yourself in your bedroom.

"It was a dream," you whispered to yourself, cradling your head in your knees, tightly wrapping your arms around them. "A dream. It wasn't real. It - oh my god, I'm truly going insane."

You reached for your phone, sending a text to your therapist scheduling an appointment for later today, before rolling out of bed. It was still dark outside, the only source of light coming from your lit up phone screen. 

You dragged yourself over the the bathroom, feeling the tension in the air dissipate as the cold water hit your back, thoughts racing through your mind in a crazed frenzy.

You shook your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You weren't crazy. Your therapist believed every word you said, taking concern in your recurring nightmares.

Calm down, you admonished yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. She'll understand. Your therapist will understand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It turned out that your therapist, in fact, did not understand.

"You have to believe me," you said, "she's coming after me."

You were well aware of how crazy you sounded, but you needed closure. You needed someone to tell you that you weren't going insane, that it was all real.

"Y/N," Dr. Lee said, a pitiful look on her face, "if you want, I can prescribe you meds. All I can tell you right now, is that all of this is in your head."

You crossed your arms, leaning back on the sofa. "You know, I'd have thought that you'd be more understanding," you snapped.

Dr. Lee looked taken aback. You were acting completely different today, and your usual soft demeanor had almost diminished entirely.

"It's the best I can do. I can see that these... nightmares are affecting you. It's a common trauma response, imagining things that aren't real. But Y/N, we both know that Wanda's dead. She died whilst fighting Thanos."

"Yeah, but what if that's what they want us to think. What if - you know - she's manipulating my mind?" you exclaimed, waving your arms around in exasperation.

Dr. Lee placed a hand on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "Look, Wanda's dead. She's not coming back. No matter how hard you try to believe that she's alive and coming for you, she's not."

You groaned, pushing the therapist's hand off you. "Whatever. I'm leaving."

"Y/N, please -"

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door. 

You were going to find out what was going on with you.

But before you could do that, you needed to collect the keys that you had accidentally forgotten in the therapist's office.

"Way to ruin the dramatic exit, Y/N," you mumbled, walking back to the room. "Hey, Dr. Lee, I seemed to have -"

You were caught off guard by the dead body that was laying on the floor. Dr. Lee was crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping out of her head, her eyes rolled back, a gun in her hand. Your breathing quickened, panic rising in your bones. 

A yellow sticky note that had been stuck to the floor next to the therapist caught your attention. You cautiously walked over to it, tears burning at the back of your eyes, trepidation looming over you. On the note, in gorgeous calligraphy, were possibly the most terrifying words you had ever read, written in what seemed to be your therapist's blood.

I'm coming for you <3

You swiftly swiped the note of the floor before crumpling it and tossing it into the bin, your attention still fixed on the dead body on the floor. Plus, it wasn't like the heart that she drew at the end of the note made it any better. 

You grabbed your phone, your fingers jamming against the buttons desperately as you dialed the police. The sound of ringing filled you ears, only managing to contribute to the sudden overload of emotions and noises.

"Hello, 911 speaking?"

You physically relaxed at the sound of the telecommunicator's voice, sighing in relief.

"Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I'm calling to report a dead body," you said. "I - I found my therapist dead. I'm at Sunset Room therapy center. Please, please send help."

Your words were met by static. 

"Hello?" you yelled into your phone, your eyes scanning the room frantically.

More static.

"Please, hello? I - hello?!"

"Yes, ma'am, sorry, there seems to be a disturbance in your -"

The telecommunicator never managed to finish his words, cut off by screaming. 

"Are - are you okay?" you asked.

"Hello, Y/N."

You dropped the phone in shock at the voice. Her.

You instantly bolted towards the door, only to find it jammed shut. You shut your eyes, bile rising to your throat. Your breaths were now ragged and short as you scrambled across the floor.

"It's okay, darling," Wanda cooed. You slowly crawled towards the phone, your hand clasped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. "You'll be safe and sound with me."

"What?"

The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you could hear the witch chuckle on the other side.

"Like I said, don't worry about it. I love you, and I'll see you soon."

"What - I - Wanda -"

Before you could get another word in, your phone exploded, bursting into flames. The door swung open, and you ran outside, as far as you could, before sliding down against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You knew she was coming for you, and you knew that when Wanda truly desires something, she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.

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