#bunny bo x reader

[void-detective]

Superficial Movie Star ⭐

(GIF IS NOT MINE!! dividers by cafekitsune!)

Author note: the lack of Miz fics is atrocious, especially if the man is rightfully taken. I had the biggest crush on the man growing up so I thought it was only fair giving him a fic to show my love. This is based off 2018 Miz!

Summery: The reader finds themselves falling for The Miz for his charismatic attitude and the fact he's a heel? It doesn't deter you from going after him. However their friend express concern for you, telling you Miz is nothing but fake. You didn't think anything of it in the beginning.

Ignore any mistakes or if this bad, it's my first reader x!

[Previously privated]

You had been drafted from Smackdown to Raw after months of clawing to the top and now here you are. In the main roster and finally reunited with one of your old friends, Sami Zayn. He's one of the best people around with a great personality and supportive nature. No wonder fans loved him so much.

You were chatting backstage with Sami one night on Raw when you saw him for the first time since you were drafted to the main roster. The Miz. The A-Lister. One of the best heels in the locker room in your own opinion, even if you were biased to his looks and mic work.

He was in his more formal attire for this Raw though and it did not help your racing heart one bit as you watched him saunter past with his entourage close. His eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses and one hand holding the Intercontinental championship on his shoulder snugly like his baby. Miz valued that title and gave it the worth it deserved and you wondered why so many thought he wasn't worthy of it. The man was rich and talented, not only that but he had worked his way to the top like everything else.

You snapped back to reality when you heard Sami calling your name then wave in front of your face. “Huh? What is it?” You looked over at Zayn with raised brows trying to focus back again.

“You're..staring Y/N, are you okay?” Sami frowned, looking concerned and somewhat confused as he looked between you and the bow departed Miz.

“Uh, yeah I'm fine! Don't worry about it.” You chuckled anxiously but you knew that Sami could see through your act. He gave you a skeptical look and quirked an eyebrow at you.

“I'd be careful y'know, lots of people think Miz is..well y'know? Fake. He's an egotistical jerk and all..” Sami shifted his weight from foot to foot as he looked off to the side. You knew he was looking out for you but it still didn't deter you from giving a small glare.

“I know Sami, I'll be fine.” You shrugged and looked away towards the way that Miz had disappeared. Only seeing the backs of his entourage behind him.

“He's nothing but trouble, just stay away from him, okay?” Zayn warned with a deepened frown while he put a hand on your shoulder. His tone concerned and his gaze fixed on you worriedly.

But you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you bit your lip at your own thoughts.

Hm..maybe.

—

Later on in the night you felt yourself growing anxious as you tried to work the courage to go up and speak to the man. It was known that he was a charmer and charismatic, unbridled with his talent for someone who came off the indie and movie circuit. You exhaled and fixed your gear as you eyes yourself in the mirror and nodded to yourself, here goes nothing.

You slipped through the crowded yet busy hallways backstage and peered around the corners for Miz. You frowned to yourself as you tried to zone into the voices and hear his distinct voice among them.

“And that's why I'm one of the best Intercontinental champions this company has seen!”

There he is.

You moved past some more superstars and crew members to look over at the Miz who had just concluded an interview backstage. His Miztourage standing at both sides of him as he spoke to them in a hushed tone sounding a bit frustrated himself. You exhaled, feeling your nerves racking again as you slowly approached him, trying to work up the confidence that he had.

Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel just peered at you silently from Miz’s side while you walked up to him, neither of them saying much but just watching you. “Hey Miz, I uh..just wanted to say I really love your ring work and how talented you are on the mic. I haven't heard anyone talk so passionately in a while.” You gushed much to your own embarrassment but you couldn't help how excited and nervous you felt.

Miz gave a smug smirk and chuckled softly to himself as he nodded looking rather amused but also prideful. “Well thank you, it's been long overdue that someone recognized my talent.” He scoffed like the idea no one saw his potential was impossible and the Miztourage nodded along.

“Yeah I always admired your work..you're one of my favorite heels and there's also uh..” You paused as you rocked on your heels taking a not so subtle look over Miz which you knew he caught. Your face heating up at your own stupidity to just check someone out like that.

“Oh really? Well..I already knew that part about myself, but thank you.” The Miz's smirk seemed to only widen as you continued to feed his ego. He reached up and removed his glasses so you could see the icy blue eyes hidden behind them.

Oh your stomach fluttered.

“Y'know I could use some..backup out there, management told me I'd look good with a girl on my arm.” Miz raised a brow as he pulled the title over his shoulder some more and gave you a look over too. “And I see potential in you too.” He added more quietly with that smug smirk yet again. Oh he had you where he wanted you.

“I.. I'd be honored.” You had to stop yourself from stuttering as your heart hammered in your chest like a drum. It all felt like a dream and you couldn't believe it. Your eyes went wide as you smiled like a kid on a candy store, this felt to good to be true.

“Of course you would!” He laughed out and patted your arm with a nod. “Welcome to The Miztourage, I hope you're ready..” He placed his glasses back on and kept that smirk plastered on his face. Most people wanted to punch that arrogant look off his face but you couldn't help but stare at him till the words he spoke dawned on you.

Ready?

“Ready for what?” You asked with a puzzled expression as you peered up at Miz wondering what he meant.

“To turn heel, duh.” Miz scoffed again and waved at you like he was trying to shoo you away but more was just doing it as a gesture. His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned down toward you with a tilted head. “I sure hope you aren't too close to Sami..I would hate to break apart a friendship.” His tone was nothing but condescending and smug as he leaned back, giving a nod toward Bo and Curtis.

Your heart sank in your stomach as you swallowed and stepped aside to let Miz move past you. You couldn't think of turning on Sami, never in your life had you thought you'd have to do such a thing. He was your closest ally and friend..were you really to turn on Sami for him?

You could only hope for what next Raw had in store.

#bunny writes #fanfic #wrestling #the miz #the miz x reader #x reader #wrestling fanfiction #bo dallas #curtis axel #fanfiction #sami zayn #writing #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic

[shuichisweave]

costume party

riddler x (sort of bimbo) reader part one

halloween fic

suggestive

“Edward”

Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck.

You did not call him Edward unless he had truly fucked up. What was it now? Had all of his plans of eventually letting you in on knowing who he truly was gone awry? He froze in place, unable to move or even look in your direction, as if he had been plastered down onto the cushion of the loveseat in your shared apartment. 

No. Impossible. It couldn’t be- he had done everything absolutely perfectly, everything falling into place just as it should have, slowly introducing the idea of him being more radicalized than he had let on when he first met you. It was going to be sublime. He realized that by now he had not responded to you for nearly a minute. Better late than never.

“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He looked over his shoulder to see you behind him tapping your foot on the ground. Looking impatient, disappointed even. “Eddie, baby, what day is it?” His eyes swatted from you to the calendar on the fridge. October 26th. 

“Uhhhh… the twenty-sixth?” You softened your gaze slightly, realizing he had no clue how close the upcoming holiday was. “Eddie, we have a costume party coming up on the twenty-ninth of this month. There's only three days left counting today to get our shit together and put together some costumes. We’re going costume shopping today and that’s final” You turned back into your shared bedroom to get ready for shopping without another word. Edward let out a heavy sign he didn’t realize he had been keeping in.

-

The Halloween surplus store luckily wasn’t too bare bones for it being the end of October. A few shelves were sparingly stocked however most were full. Unfortunately for Eddie that just meant more for you to browse through and drag him into trying on. “Eddie, look at this! How cute! A playboy bunny costume! Isn’t it so pretty!” You showed him the vinyl wrapped costume package with a scantily clad woman with bunny ears on. He audibly gulped at the thought of having to share your presence with others while you wore that.

Even after having been together for over a year he still didn’t know how to respond to you in a situation like this. “It’s er- lovely sweetheart but don't you want these to be matching costumes? That means I’ll either have to be Hugh Hefner or a playboy bunny too, and I don’t know how I feel about having to wear that around some of your coworkers…” You took a moment to think on it, and placed the bagged costume back on its proper hook. “Good idea you’re so right! Plus Hugh Hefner is just ugh you know? I don’t want to think of you as a gross old guy” You went back to peruse some of the stocked costumes, taking your time to look through them carefully. “AHA! It’s so perfect, Eddie look! Look, look, look!” In your hands you held a skimpy little bo-peep costume, complete with thigh highs, a garter, and a baby pink shepherd's crook.

“So what do you think? Should I get it? That way you can be a cute little sheep and we’ll look perfect together! He nearly came in his work khakis at the thought of you, practically nude in that little get up and dragging him around the party like your sex slave. “Y-yes absolutely. I think you’ll look … so so pretty” You grinned and searched for a way to make him have a not too embarrassing sheep costume.

-

Finally making it home you squealed in delight at the thought of Ed seeing you in this costume and making his jaw drop to the floor. Although to him he just thought it was a shriek of happiness from finally having a cute outfit to wear for the party you would be holding. “Alright, I’m gonna go try it on! No peeking okay?” It was then that he realized it would have been a great idea to bug the bathroom, he would have made good use out of the pictures and videos that a hidden camera in there would produce. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of plastic bags and shuffling, the bathroom door opened and you appeared, donning the frilly costume. Your tits nearly spilled out the top of the corset top and the soft pink skirt left nothing to the imagination. You frowned slightly and said “Eddie? I’ve called your name three times by now. What do you think? Too much?” He nearly shouted “No! No no it’s perfect. Truly it’s perfect, you look perfect”

You strolled back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you like it Eddie, I absolutely adore it” You gently wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hanging off of him. “So now that I know how you feel about it- do you want to try it out?”

“Try it out? What do you mean?” He looked at you utterly confused. “C’mon Eddie baby” You said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your shared bedroom. 

“Oh!”

Oh.

#fanfic #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #bimbo reader #riddler #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #the batman 2022

[marvelfanfics1]

For Little Troublemakers -

While coming back from Peter's and Strange 's house, the Little!Reader can't help but take one of Little! Peters hoodie because he smells so good 🥹

Daddy Tony is very disappointed that she stole something and when he tries to return it to peter, he tells that it's okay for Little Reader to have it because she gave him her bracelet 👉👈

And the bigs can't help but see how cute their littles are 🥹

Little Lovers

Little Troublemakers Au

Pairing: daddy!Ironstrange x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, flufffff

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Tony was just casually walking past your playroom and had to make a double-take of you. You were sitting on your fluffy carpet with various toys laying around, but what actually got his attention was the big sweater you were wearing.

He did not recognize that one!

Tony knows exactly what's in your closet because he dresses you mostly every day, there's also a drawer with some of his t-shirts and a few hoodies because he knows you love how they smell like him.

The thing is he can't remember a pastel blue one where little paws were splattered on the back.

That was not one of his and neither yours.

"Baby?" he knocked softly on the door frame to get your attention.

You turned your upper half a little and waved at him with a smile.

"Hi, daddy! Look, I got my bunny dressed!" you said and showed him your bunny proudly that was wearing a purple dress.

"She looks great, but can you tell me where you got that hoodie from sweetheart?" he asked while walking over to you, hands in his pockets.

You looked down and fiddled with the end of it. You were afraid that he would get sad that you were wearing a hoodie from someone else and you don't want to hurt his feelings. You love your daddy's clothes but Peter's have such a different texture and smell so good as well, you always think of him when wearing them.

"Uhh...from Peter," you mumbled but Tony heard what you said with how shocked he looked.

"Did you take it with you last time we were visiting?" he asked.

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, that's not good baby, you can't just take something that's not yours. You will give it back to Peter at the weekend, okay?" he raised his eyebrow and you pout a little, nodding your head anyway not intending on making a scene.

"Yes daddy." you sighed and made grabby hands for him. "Up, please?"

Tony gave you a small smile and picked you up, kissing the side of your head, not pushing the subject any further.

⭒⎊🕸️۞⭒

The weekend came quickly and you were knocking excitedly on the front door. It opened a second later and when you saw it was Peter you practically jumped in his arms, giving him a bear hug.

"I missed you lots! We have so many games to play, come!" Peter told you and grabbed your hand, wanting to drag you behind him but a cough from behind you made you stop in your tracks.

"Didn't you forget something, sweets?" Your daddy said, nodding his head to the bag that he was holding.

"Oh...right." you let go of Peter's hand and took your bag, opening it you pulled the baby blue hoodie and Peter's face fell a bit.

Did he do something wrong for you to give it back to him?

"I wanted to give dis back to you." You said and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused. He thought you liked it, don't you like him anymore?

"Hello, little one" Stephen greeted you with a pat on your head and went to hug your daddy, longer than usual, then turned back to you and Peter. "What's going on here?"

"She took one of Peter's hoodies and I'm-" Before Tony could say anything more Peter interrupted him.

"She can have it! Look, she gave me one of her bracelets!" he said proudly and showed his wrist to them where he was wearing one of your self-made bracelets. Peter brought his attention back to you when you hung your head low, the hoodie still in your hands.

Tony and Stephen looked at each other and could've melted on the spot, both their littles were getting along so well and they couldn't be more happy. They watched Peter, who was helping you putting on the blue hoodie, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

He took your hand again and made you twirl around one time. "It looks gweat on you!"

You giggled and Peter now took the chance to take you to his room to finally play all the games he had in mind.

"You know, your little Casanova here is the reason she's a giggling and blushing mess every time I say his name," Tony said while crossing his arms.

"They're faster than us..." Stephen said and turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen with Tony not far behind.

"Then I guess we have to catch up on them." Tony winked at him.

Since that day they have to keep an eye on you and Peter because Stephen noticed that a lot of Peter's clothes went missing more often and he put two and two together when he found a box full of colorful bracelets. He figured out that probably every time you gift the boy something he exchanges his clothes to return the favor.

It took Tony and Stephen 2 hours to explain to you both that Peter just can't give you all his clothes.

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

slashers x child reader who just LOVES to sleep and just passes out everywhere. Also can the reader have a lil stuffed bunny that would be sooo cute!

It's like everyone is reading my mind, I was thinking about this a few days ago 🫣

I got lazy at the end I'm sorry 🫠

Slashers x child! Reader who loves sleeping

Michael

Would be lowkey concerned for you, are you not having enough sleep?

Despite the man not caring much about his himself he is worried for you.

he sees you sleep like almost every time he sees you and then starts to calm down. But he wonders why you don't get extremely hyper after sleeping all the time.

But he never saw you full out pass out before so when you did he got really scared. He thought you died. 😭

It was a long day, you got yelled at in class by your teacher for sleeping in and you were forced to stay awake which you almost failed after five seconds but you didn't want to be embarrassed in your whole class again.

You wanted to sleep so badly you started yawning so much even the others around you started yawning.

And when class ended you immediately went to the myers house instead of your parents and the sight of the couch made you passed out, unfortunately you missed the couch but fortunately the bunny you were holding saved you from heading head first onto the ground.

Michael who just witnessed all this was quite distraught, what happened? Did you die of exhaustion??

He tried nudging you but that didn't work you didn't move. So now he was getting really perturbed. He holding you now and shaking you a bit and you still didn't wake up and he was almost close to throwing you out the window because you wouldn't wake up. But then he started hardly gripping on you and that's when you shot up to the sudden pain you felt on your shoulder blade.

"Dad what happened-"

He just squished you in his arms and stomach. Which made you pass out again and it became a cycle like a few more times.

Your teachers body was also found on the news.

(Ps your parents were later questioning why you smelt like dirt and blood)

But it's a win win for both of you since he won't disturb you when you sleep and you don't disturb him when he goes out killing.

sometimes decides to watch you sleep when he's bored and doesn't have the need to kill. Creepy or cute? You decide although he isn't going to stop whatever your opinion on it is.

Sinclair brothers

Bo doesn't mind it much except when you just fall wherever you feel is sleeping on worthy and also when there are tourists and he has to use you because you are perfect when luring them in especially with your cute little bunny. You make victims want to drop on their knees and beg for you to like them. (not in a weird way 💀) but he also feels the same way too. Don't be fooled if he doesn't show it. He has a smol room with the most comfortable blankets and sheets he can find just for you. 🥹 he also lets you snuggle up to him whenever you want to. His face is a bored annoyed looking expression but inside it's "oh my god, this precious baby oh you gorgeous thing *sobbing*"

Vincent slightly worries at how much you sleep and how fast you do but won't question it much. You are welcome in the basement anytime and he lets you sleep in his room when its cold outside, you three (your lil stuffed bunny too) sometimes end up cuddling. He likes having company occasionally but you don't make your presence known that much except for your slight snoring and breathing but that's okay. Atleast you won't see the naked bodies while he does his sculpting.

Lester doesn't mind at all. Actually encourages you to. His thoughts on it are basically "they're just a baby! They need sleep to grow!" He takes you on a drive around the town and sometimes out of town if you like sleeping in his car with your little bunny. If Bo ever catches him in the act of doing this though he may lose his driving you around privileges. He naps with you along with jonesy too. You three four are the cutest trio there can be it makes anyone wanna cry out of cuteness overload.

Bonus: jonesy! She follows you 24/7 to ensure you're safe because what if you're napping outside and there comes a random pedo Or kidnapper in town and they try anything on you. They wouldn't have lasted long anyways because lester and Bo have their eyes everywhere you are in but just to be safe.

Hannibal

That's one of the many things he immediately noticed about you. Your never ending love for sleep. He lets you sleep all you want yes. But he wonders if you're sleep deprived. But he learns that you just really like sleeping and stop wondering.

Gets disturbed everytime you just fall anywhere though, if you're feeling sleepy just tell him and he'll so generously carry you to your comfy luxurious room.

He sketches you sleeping with your bunny and shows it to you when you wake up and chuckles a bit if you get a little weirded out and sketches you even more if you express your love for it but if you're truly uncomfortable by it then he'll stop.

Also will also watch you sleep from time to time. He just loves you and your sleeping face. If your bunny gets old and worn out he'll buy you a new one but he'll adjust it to look more like your old one because he's thoughtful just like that.

He schedules and learns at what time you mostly sleep at and how it takes for you to wake up so that when you wake up you are greeted with fresh warm food and a smily motherly hannibal.

He may or may not send pictures of you to Will... Will shows up at his house to visit you and just watches you untill you wake up so that you three can play together. Yay 🎊 🎉

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[swagatron9]

You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Pairings: Michael Myers, Art The Clown x fem!reader, Bo Sinclair

Michael Myers:

When Michael finds you in a vampire costume with everything a little too short and tight, he stares. That’s what he does at first, with his head tilted to the side, his eyes follow your movement.

It was almost like he was assessing you, the way that he stalked close to you with slow, taunting steps. You felt like prey being hunted by a predator with the way that Michael circled you. "I thought I would go trick or treating tonight." You said quietly. "Do you like my outfit?" You asked with an exaggerated smile.

Michael didn't allow for any other words to be said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. It wouldn't take long for Michael to get to your bedroom, where you were thrown down onto the bed. A night trick or treating and a night hunting could wait for another year. You're also going to need a new costume.

Art The Clown:

Art is a man of absolutely zero words, but his expressions are enough for you to know what he's thinking. You had been planning your outfit for a while now and today was finally Halloween. In a black and white clown costume similar to Art's costume, you admire yourself in the mirror. You start with the heeled black boots that come up to below your knees, paired with black fishnets. A garter could only be seen beneath the almost completely see-through black skirt made from lace. The body suit you wore was skin-tight and showed enough cleavage to appeal to Art. You wait quietly behind Art as he was distracted at his bench; when he doesn't realize that you are there, you call out his name. "Art." His head whips around, and immediately, his eyes are widening. His jaw drops as his gaze lands on the costume you are wearing. "What do you think?" You ask as you give him a twirl.

His face morphs into one of excitement as he smirks at you. You chuckle as he begins to do different poses that he expects you to copy.

You can't help but smile as you mimic the poses he's doing, and he pretends to take photos with his fingers.

Bo Sinclair:

You went for a little less scary and a lot more seductive with the costume you decided to wear this Halloween; you figured since nobody actually lived in Ambrose, it didn't matter what you would wear. You knew that Lester was out in some other town collecting the necessities that you needed and that Vincent would be spending the next few days working on his future projects in the basement.

When you heard Bo downstairs, you touched up your lipstick before walking down the steps. The sound of your heels alerted Bo, who was playing a game of pool on his own.

Bo let out a whistle when he turned around and saw the playboy bunny costume that you were wearing. Everything was perfect, from the all-too-tight bodysuit paired with fishnets. "Now, this is what I like," Bo mumbled as you spun around to show your entire costume.

"I figured since I can't actually go trick or treating, I could wear something a little bit..."

"Fuckin' sexy." He placed the stick down and approached you; his hands were on your body in an instant.

Bo turned you around and pulled your body into his as he pushed your hair out of the way to place sloppy kisses against your neck. "You got any other costumes like this?" His words came out slurred as he wouldn't allow for his lips to leave your skin for too long.

#Michael Myers #Michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown smut #terrifier #terrifier movie #terrifier art #terrifier 2 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #house of wax #halloween

[dokoni-mo]

Crave: Part Seven || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: the honeymoon

mild NSFW

word count: 5177

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 william is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, willy is obsessive, possessive too, and a little creepy, and a hypocrite, and narcissistic lol, and a little bit of a yandere, mentions of divorce, dysfunctional parent-child relationships, secret relationships, swearing, gaslighting, manipulation tactics, dom/sub undertones if you squint, willy is VERY egotistical, allusions to corruption kink, sir kink, smoking, sensual touching, dirty fantasies, praise, lying, erections, dirty fantasies, kissing, allusions to past unhealthy relationships

minors dni // please read warnings !!

part one // two // three // four // five // six

a/n: helloooo everyone!! welcome back!! thank you for all the support thus far, it really means a lot!! this chapter was originally going to have MULTIPLE parts, but that's gonna be saved for part 8!! just so i don't overload you guys :)) taglist is still open, enjoy!!

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The car ride to the hotel was much quieter than William expected. But he found it hard to care.

It hadn't been quiet because it was awkward or boing, no. That wasn't it at all. It was only quiet because you really had ended up falling asleep during the ride. Despite professing earlier how good you were at staying up. For the brief bit of time you had stayed awake, you were actually a lot chattier than William anticipated. He hadn't even noticed you nodding off until he asked you something, but didn't get a response. He had glanced over to see if you were okay, and found you slumped against the window, pretty little eyes closed with pretty little parted lips.

It was adorable.

Though he did want to spend the few hour long car ride talking to you more, William could never be disappointed by watching you sleep. You were just so adorable and peaceful when you did. His sleepy baby bunny. He was glad you felt safe enough around him to let your guard down like that. Not that he was a danger to you, of course not. It was just... nice. To see you in such a relaxed state.

Almost as nice as how your thighs felt.

William had gotten most accustomed to them during the trip. His right hand never left your soft flesh the whole way there. He would rub soft, loving circles against your knee every now and again, despite knowing that you wouldn't feel them. At least, not now. When he first put his hand there when you were awake, you definitely felt them. He could see it in the way the heat rose to your face, despite you not saying anything about it.

It made him smile.

Sweet little rabbit. No need to be shy around him. Not anymore, not after what the two of you had been through. As adorable as it was, you didn't need to have any shame around him, sweet thing. William loved every part of you and every version of you to bits. There's nothing you could do to embarrass yourself around him.

Perhaps you'd learn that by the end of the trip.

In the spirit to not living up to Mr. Afton's expectations, the hotel was a bit of a surprise as well. William knew that the place was secluded, but damn. There was hardly anyone there. From the looks of it, and the few other cars parked in the lot, there was only one or two other sets of people, not including the staff. But the staff seemed to only account for about three more people.

Not that William cared. The emptier, the better for you and him. That just meant that he could waltz you around the place even more so than he anticipated. The brit wasn't clueless. He knew how it'd look to outsiders. And older man with pretty little you on his hip. It's not that he gave a shit about it. William didn't give a fuck. He was just worried how you'd react. To peoples judgmental stares, the potential looks you would get and the comments. He hoped you wouldn't be insecure about it, if you caught onto it and/or cared. William knew that you were somewhat sensitive. If it caught you at the wrong time, you'd be a little insecure about it. And that was the last thing he wanted this week. For you to feel anything other than loved and cherished and confident. Because you were all of those things to him. All of them and more.

So, so much more.

Keep it together, William. Deal with it as it comes. Worrying about it now isn't gonna solve anything. Just focus on your little bunny. They're all that matters.

To let you sleep a little bit longer, William left you in the car with your door locked while he checked in for the both of you, and while he lugged all the bags up to the room. The hotel was one of those old-school ones with the doors facing the outside, with a dingy concrete staircase connecting the ground to the second level. The room was fortunately near the stairs, so it wasn't too hard for the brit to carry it all up there by himself.

Not that he'd ask you for help with it. But, still. Cut him some slack.

Once he was done getting everything prepared, he was finally ready to wake you up. He had turned off his car before unlocking your side of the door, and you seemed to somewhat aware again just from the loss of the noise of the engine alone. It made him feel less bad about waking you up, but he still felt bad nonetheless.

Maybe that's what compelled him to carry you up the stairs, and not take no for an answer.

"Will, please, you don't gotta do this if you don't wanna. I can walk just fine by myself!" You had mumbled into his shoulder, gripping onto the front of his sweater-vest for dear life. William's hold on you was more than secure, in a nice bridal-style fashion, but you were still a little freaked out by it. Didn't like heights, he figured.

William chuckled at your little plea. Who knew you'd still be this cute when you were scared?

How interesting.

"Bunny, I told you already, love." He responded to you, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek, "Consider this my apology for disturbing your little nap, yeah?"

He saw how you peeked over the edge of the stairs, your fingers digging further in the plush cotton of his sweater, "A-Apology accepted! Okay, you can put me do-"

"No can do, bunny. We're not even to our room yet, silly."

"William!"

The brit chuckled again and pressed another kiss to your cheek as he reached the top of the stairs. The grip you had on his vest finally released as you breathed a silent sigh of relief. The older man could feel your heartbeat slowly start to settle down.

"See, love?" He said, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"No. It was somehow worse than I imagined."

"I thought you liked being carried."

"I do! But not on a tiny little staircase so high up!"

William laughed at your protests, "Fine, fine. Noted that my bunny doesn't like heights. Come on now, love. Hold on tight, yeah?"

You gave him a little nod as you leaned up a bit, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest close to his. William could feel your heartbeat even clearer now as he shifted your weight to his left arm, supporting you with just the one limb while he used his spare to open the door. Once it was open, he returned to holding you with both arms as he stepped inside, kicking the door closed behind him. In his peripheral, William could see how you turned in his arms so that you could get a better look at the room.

For it being such an old hotel, it was actually rather nice. At least, the furniture was. The room itself (that being the walls, ceiling, and floors) was most definitely dated. But, anyone could tell that the hotel owners made at least some attempt to spruce up the place. There was plenty of well-placed art on the walls, and lots of lamps for mood-lighting. The bulbs were warm-toned too, giving the place more of a home-away-from-home feeling. There were fake plants as well, but the fakeness didn't take away from the charm. The bed looked soft, not plain and hard like a normal hotel bed. The white sheets were fitted with green accents that matched the aesthetic of the room, with lots of pillows and extra blankets. The phone on the bedside table looked fairly new as well. Not even a rotary one. Classy.

Looking around a bit more, it looked like William already took the liberty to unpack just a little bit. Some of his nicer clothes were hanging up in the closet, revealed by the slightly ajar door. Your toiletry bag was no where in sight, so it seemed like he took it into the bathroom already along with his. Nonetheless, both of your suit cases were neatly placed at the foot of the bed, waiting to be used.

It was cozy. And cute. Not anything like the Four Seasons or Ceasar's Palace, but it was cute. Had charm to it. A nice get away for a quick whim. Perfect for your purposes.

William had been studying your face as you looked around the room, a small smile on his lips as he studied your features. He liked being this close to you. Holding you close like this.

"What do you think, bunny?" He asked, after a brief pause, "Do you like it?"

You tore your gaze away from the expanse of the room, smiling at him with a little nod, "I do. It's, like, cozy. And a good size."

"It is, isn't it?" He leaned in closer to you, giving your lips a quick peck, "Do you know what the best part is, though?"

"What?"

William's smirk grew just a hair, "It's all ours. And we are completely and utterly alone."

You giggled at the brit's sentiment, "You were thinking of that line the whole ride here, weren't you?"

"Is it a crime if I was?"

"No, no. It's cute."

"Not nearly as adorable as you, my baby bunny."

As your giggles filled the room again, William leaned in closer to you, capturing your sweet lips into a kiss. He pulled your body closer to his as he walked you over to the bed, your arms still firmly around his scarred neck. The kiss was starting to deepen as he gently laid you down on the hotel bed, but the older man had to pull away. But only just long enough for him to climb on top of you, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist with ease.

Once he was steady, William dipped his head down to kiss you again, but didn't stay there as long as before. Instead, he tilted his head down more so that he was greeted with your neck. The hickies he gave you earlier were just starting to form, but where dark enough to where he could see them. He made sure to find new spots on his bunny's skin to latch on to, giving you soft, sweet, and reassuring little pecks in between.

Your fingers found their home in his hair right as he was laying the third bruise into your flesh, soft groans escaping past your throat every now and again. William's left hand was starting to wander past its original spot near your head, making its way down your chest and stomach to your hips and waist. You could feel his calloused fingers rub gentle circles into your skin every now and again.

"Mmmph," You groaned quietly, the brit already working on the fourth mark for you to adorn, "Will... I missed you."

William let out a low chuckle, the bass of which vibrating gently against your neck muscles, and even in the middle of your chest.

"Sweet bunny," he whispered to you, peppering your jaw with a few short, soft kisses, "I missed you too, my darling. So so much."

His hand was palming the hem of your shirt now, his fingers slipping just past the cloth. William could feel his pants growing tighter as he nipped at your collarbones, hoping to elicit more of his cute bunny's sweet sounds out.

Your little fingers slipped out of his hair, sliding down to his shoulders instead, "It's embarrassing but... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just... I wanted you."

William had to choke back a deep, low groan as he stopped his kisses to look at you, sitting up so he could look down at your blushy face. He could feel how devilish his smirk was as he looked into your half-lidded, sweet little eyes. His fingers were slowly sliding up under your shirt now, ghosting over the soft, smooth skin of your waist and tummy. He wondered if you could already feel his hard-on, because damn did he fucking feel it.

Precious bunny. His sweet baby rabbit.

You liked riling him up like that, didn't you?

"Did you now?" He teased you, raising one his brows as he stared right into your eyes.

He could see how your cheeks heated up even further as you nodded, much to his dismay. He tutted your actions, stopping the smooth, loving strokes of his fingers under your shirt.

"Silly bunny," he said, just loud enough so you could hear, "Don't tell me you forgot already. I need to hear your words, darling. Remember?"

You nodded again, "R-Right, yeah... I'm sorry."

"There's my good bunny. Now, let's try that again, alright?"

"Yes sir."

William had to choke back another groan, "Did you really miss me that much, little one?"

"I did... Yes sir. I missed you so much..."

A deep, low hum escaped the back of the brit's throat as his smirk regrew, his fingers under your shirt resuming their movements.

"Oh, my baby bunny." He hummed, "If only you knew just how much I missed you too."

William leaned down to you again, peppering your jaw with kisses as he whispered in your ear.

"Let's make up for some lost time then, yeah?" He said, "Would you like sir's help with that, little rabbit? Since you missed him that much?"

You couldn't help but let out a little whine, "Y-Yes, sir. Please..."

A low chuckle escaped past the brit's lips, "Good bunny. Now, just relax, yeah? Let me take care of you."

Giving your sweet, puffy lips one last quick kiss, William shifted downwards towards your stomach, gently pushing up your shirt on the way down. Now exposed to your belly underneath, William's hands found their home on either side of your hips as he pressed his kisses into the skin, holding you squarely in place. The older man could hear your soft whines as his hands shifted down to the hem of your pants, biting small little red marks into your skin. He could tell that you were getting antsy, from the way your legs would twitch every now and again beside him.

It was adorable. You were so so cute. He loved you so fucking much. This was only the second time, and you still wanted him this much? Fucking god. It made him so hard just thinking about it.

His kisses were starting to go lower now, his half-lidded stormy grey eyes stealing glances up at your face every now and again.

"Someone's a little impatient this afternoon it seems." He teased you with another smirk, making you whine again.

"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked, "I can't help it..."

William chuckled again, "There's no need to apologize, love. I-"

Before William could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by a low yet loud grumbling noise that cut through the silence of the room. A little confused, the brit sat up a little more to get a better look at your face. Your eyes were wide with your face beet-red, your lips in a thin, long line.

"Was..." he said, "Bunny, was that you?"

You nodded after a brief pause, letting out an embarrassed groan as you hid your face in your hands.

"Yesss," you hissed, "I'm sorry! I'm just really damn hungry. I haven't had anything since, like... yesterday or something."

William shifted his weight around to sit a little more comfortably, his brow knitting in concern, "Love, why didn't you tell me? You know that's not good for you."

You removed your hands from your face, but your gaze faltered a little, "Because! I-I thought I could make it to dinner, and... I liked where this was going..."

The older man couldn't help but breathe out a tiny laugh, leaning back up from his place on the bed to sit in front of you. He took your cheek into his palm and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"I'm certainly a fan as well," He said to you, rubbing soft, reassuring circles to your face, "But I can't have my baby bunny going hungry now, can I?"

"I-I'll be fine! I promise..."

William tutted you again, but this time not as teasingly, "No, no, love. These sorts of things come before, yeah? You need to keep up your energy, little one. And I want my bunny to be healthy, right? And happy?"

"Yeah..."

He leaned in to give you another kiss, "Exactly. Now how about we go and find you something to eat, alright?"

Your gaze dropped down to the side as you gave him another nod, placing your little hand on top of his own that was still nestled on your face, "I'm sorry... I totally killed the mood."

The brit shushed you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then another one to your lips.

"You didn't kill anything, love," he said, "Don't apologize. Your health and needs always come first. Besides, we have a whole week together, yeah?"

William saw your little smile creep back into the corners of your mouth, "Yeah."

"Exactly, love. So don't feel sorry for anything. It's alright. Sir isn't going to go anywhere, alright? Let's just find you a little something first. You'll need it for if you want to continue this later."

~~~

Fortunately for William, he didn't have to search too far to find you something to eat. The hotel had a small deli offset from the main lobby, and it looked decent. He didn't feel too uncomfortable with having you get something from there, since it looked clean and fresh enough for his standards. He didn't want you eating some sort of junk, not if he couldn't help it.

You were better than that.

The sun had started to creep down the horizon when the two of you entered the deli. William didn't think that he had kept you in the room for that long, but turns out he did. That was fine though, he certainly did enjoy the short bit of fun the two of you had. Sure it didn't go all the way, but it was more than fine. It was only day one of seven, there'd be plenty of time for him to play with his bunny later. What was important now was keeping you fed. So you didn't keel over in the middle of him having his fun with you, and (more importantly) so he was doing a good job of taking care of you. Like he promised.

William didn't much feel like interacting with the people working behind the counter, so he stayed behind while you ordered for yourself. Of course, he kept you within his sight while you did, but you seemed to be doing fine. You had a little bit of social anxiety, but it was manageable. His bunny was capable. And you seemed braver with him around. Perhaps you unconsciously knew that he'd swoop in to save you, if you ran into trouble.

Of course he would. He promised that to you, too. He was your hero.

The brit was standing next to the entrance door while he watched you order, feeling the low Utah sun creeping down his back through the window. Thankfully it was a smoking zone, so he was able to enjoy a cigarette for the time being. Far enough away from you to keep you from breathing in the second-hand smoke, but not far away to where he had to be away from you. A win-win.

The older man took a puff from his cigarette as he watched you walked up to the register. He had given you his wallet to pay for your food, and it seemed like they weren't having any issue with you using a credit card that didn't have your name on it.

Not that they would, but still. He was a bit paranoid when it came to his bunny.

After double checking that you were okay, William turned around and put his free hand in his pocket, looking out the window to the scenery outside.

He had to admit; the location of the hotel was actually quite nice. For Utah, anyway. There were lots of nice trees and wildflowers, and a cool breeze that liked to roll through frequently. It was much better looking than he had remembered. When coming here with his family long ago, he remembered it quite differently. More drab and grey, not nearly as much color as he was looking at. Perhaps it was just because of the different contexts. When his family still all lived together under the same roof, it was one of the most depressing times he remembers in his life. So fucking boring. And a non-stop headache of three children constantly screaming, crying, and running around. With that bitch always nagging him to pay attention to her and the children, like he gave a damn about any of them.

William took a long, drawn out inhale of the nicotine.

God. He did not fucking miss that.

But, with you, it was so much better. You were a thousand times better than his family ever was. You weren't fucking annoying, for one, and you weren't loud either. You were soft and quiet, and sweet and caring. And you were very much in love with him, much like how he was in love with you. You were smarter than any of his family was, and it didn't feel painful to have to explain things to you. When you listened, you actually listened, and cared about what he had to say. Giving you kisses and other forms of affection didn't feel like a chore. He was happy to do it because he wanted to do it. He couldn't get enough of your body next to his. Much different from what he felt for his ex and the little brats he made with her.

That was the biggest difference, he figured. William loved you, and you reciprocated. He never fucking loved his family. Not even for a moment.

He was glad to be so close to never having to speak to them again.

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to you, William made sure you were still okay as he tamped out some of the ash from the cigarette. Once he had his confirmation, William shifted his gaze back out the window, inhaling another puff of nicotine.

His eyes were scanning over the few cars that were in the parking lot this time as he stared out the window. Not that he was that into cars, but he did think a few were good to look at. There was of course his own, which was probably the most expensive that parking lot had ever seen. There was a few other nice cars, but not much to bat an eye at. A green ford. A blue Volkswagen. A red convertible. A...

...

Wait.

William blinked his eyes to try and readjust his vision. Not that he had much issues with his sight, but surely he had caught something in there. He even went to the extra measure to rub them with his free hand. He opened his eyes again to scan the parking lot again.

He felt a snap of cold wash over him.

No.

God please fucking no.

There was no fucking way. He had to be seeing shit. He had to be. He knew that fucking red car. He knew it all too well. Even though the last time he saw it was-

"Will?"

William nearly flinched as he heard your soft voice behind him, turning around a bit too quickly at the sound. Smoke was still pluming out of his cigarette, and he could feel his grey eyes were a bit wider than they should've been. You didn't seem to notice, though, or at least didn't care. You were smiling up at him so sweetly, holding up a brown paper bag to show him.

"I'm all done." You said, "I got you one too, I hope that's okay."

William gave you a little nod of approval, trying his best to reciprocate your smile, "Yes, that's fine, bunny. Thank you, that was very..."

The older man didn't finish his sentence, taking another hit of nicotine as he looked outside again.

It was gone.

Thank god it was fucking gone.

"Um, Will?" He heard you say, "Is everything okay?"

William dropped the remainder of his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it to put it out, turning back to you with the best smile he could muster. Fuck, was he sweating? He couldn't tell.

Keep it fucking together, William.

"Y-Yes, bunny, of course." He said, clearing his throat, "Sorry, I just lost my train of thought. Let's get back to the room, alright?"

Before you could agree, William grabbed you by the hand and nearly drug you out of the deli. He could hear a little cry of protest from his quick actions come from you, but he didn't pay attention to what it was.

All he was focused on was getting back to where it was safe. Before everything got fucked up.

~~~

The sun had rapidly started setting faster and faster once William got you back into the room. You seemed to be much hungrier than you had realized, since you hadn't said anything since you had sat at the corner of the bed with your sandwich in your hands, munching away without a care in the world. You had turned on the TV to some local news channel to have something to watch, your eyes glued to the screen as you ate.

William, however, hadn't joined you by your side. At least, not yet.

He was too occupied gazing out the windows every few seconds and pacing around the room, only broken up by him taking a seat in one of the chairs every couple of minutes. He hadn't said much since he got back from the deli, and he knew it. But he just... couldn't.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this paranoid.

He wanted to start smoking again, but not with you in the room. He wouldn't want you to breathe in the second hand smoke. Never. But fuck. Did he fucking want to.

It was a balancing act made in hell. Trying to be calm for you, but also quelling his own worries. He stood up for what felt like the 100th time that afternoon and pulled back the curtains, looking out to be greeted yet again with an empty, poorly-lit parking lot.

William felt his brow knit together. How the fuck would he have been found out this early? About you? About everything?

It didn't make any sense. Those idiots couldn't have found him out this fucking early on. He covered his tracks. He fucking lied where he had to. He planned every fucking thing town to the most minute detail. Dotted the i's. Crossed the t's. There was no way they got that smart. No fucking way.

But then why was that goddamned car outside?

William sighed to himself annoyedly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He was going to drive himself crazy. This wasn't how he wanted to spend this week with you. Not in the slightest. All he fucking wanted was a nice, peaceful time away with his bunny. But no. He didn't fucking get that either. He didn't ever get shit he wanted. He has you, but that's it. But where was the fun if he couldn't play with you like he wanted? Having to dart from place to place like this? Maybe he needs to step up his game. Do more. Take you further out of town. Change his name perhaps. It's not fair to you, but you'd have to change yours as well. Maybe when you were at the courthouse, he could-

"Will?"

Over the sound of the hum of the TV, William could hear you calling out to him. He opened his eyes and turned away from the window, closing the blinds again as he did. He was greeted with the sight of you still perched on the edge of the bed, your cute eyes filled with a twinge of worry. Your sandwich wrapper was balled up and thrown beside you. How long had he been at this?

"Will," you said again, "are you okay?"

William cleared his throat at your question, putting on the best smile he could muster, "Of course, bunny. Why?"

"You just seem, like... paranoid."

Shit. He forgot how smart you could be.

"No, no, I'm not paranoid, love." He said, "Not at all."

The older man saw how you frowned at his response, prompting you to stand up from off the bed. He watched as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found their home on either side of your waist, feeling how his muscles relax at the feeling of your touch. You even stood up on your tip-toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. In waves, he could feel his pent-up stress wash out of him, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly. Your warmth was comforting to him, it seems. Just having you in his arms was.

Sweetest little one.

"Will," you said to him, "Its okay. You can tell me if something's bothering you."

William felt himself smile genuinely this time, lifting up one of his hands to rest on your cheek.

"Oh, my darling bunny," He mumbled, just loud enough so you could hear, "noting gets past you, does it, my love?

You smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his large palm, "It's had to miss when you're pacing around like crazy."

William couldn't help but chuckle, breathing a sigh of out his nose afterward.

"I apologize, bunny, I just..." William rubbed small, loving circles onto your cheek with his thumb. He had to think of a way to put this so you weren't scared, but that proved to be challenging. He settled on telling you part of the truth, "It's been a while since I've had time off. I think I'm just getting used to not having anything to do, yeah?"

"Yeah, I get that. But you should try to relax, Will. Pacing around and being all, like, fidgety isn't gonna help. You're working yourself up."

William let out a hum at your words, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

You were right. Worrying isn't helping anything. He needed to chill the fuck out. He was scaring you. You wouldn't ever admit it to him, but he was. He could tell. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted his bunny to be happy. And feel loved and safe. And him being so paranoid wasn't going to accomplish that. He was probably just tired after a long drive and a few restless nights. A red convertible was a popular car. It didn't necessarily mean what he thought it was. He was just worried about things going wrong, even though he was the one telling you it'd all be alright. Oh, poor bunny. He didn't mean to frighten you like that. He was just being a fool. He hoped you could forgive him. He was just glad to have you there to pull him back to reality.

His had slid down your waist, latching onto your hip and pulling you closer to him.

His perfect bunny. The love of his life. HIs darling little one. His.

Just as the kiss was starting to deepen, William pulled away from you with a smirk, his lips hovering just inches away from your own. He could feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks onto his as he looked into your eyes. The older man's hands were deft, one expertly caressing the side of your body, the other the side of your face. He could tell you were already enjoying yourself, your tiny fingers digging into the back of his sweater-vest. Perhaps you were feeling pent-up from earlier. There's no shame if you were, sweet thing. Hell, he was probably more in need of you then you were of him. Heaven knows how much he tried to relieve himself in your absence.

But, even though you were right there in front of him, William liked to take his time with you. Feel you. Touch you. Savor you.

"You've been so so good for me, bunny." He mumbled to you, his thumb dipping down to feel your rosy, swollen bottom lip, "Did you know that? You've been a perfect bunny for me."

William watched you swallow and nod before you said anything, "I... I like to think I'm good at following the rules..."

The brit chuckled, "It seems you are, love."

He paused briefly to give your lips another quick kiss, finding it too hard to resist.

"And do you know what happens when you're a good baby bunny for sir, darling?" He asked you after pulling away again.

You took a little breath before you said anything. He could tell that you were getting shy again, but knew he wanted your words. You were learning. Good. He barely had to teach you a thing.

"I... I-I get a reward." you mumbled.

William let out a pleased hum, giving a kiss to your temple, "Good bunny. That's right, you get everything your pretty little heart desires, yeah?"

"Yes sir."

"And tell me, little one. Who gives you all those nice things, hm?"

"Y-You do, sir..."

"Good bunny. And who is the only one that gets to give you those things?"

"Sir is."

William's finger dipped under your chin, lifting up the bone to make sure you looked him dead in the eyes.

"And whos bunny are you, little one?"

Your cheeks were burning hot now, "Y-Yours, sir... I'm yours."

Sir let out another pleased hum, pressing another quick kiss to his bunny's sweet little lips.

"Good, bunny, very good. Now, how about you tell me what you'd like for your reward, yeah? Anything your little heart desires, love. It'll be yours."

He watched you wet your lips before you spoke, barely above a whisper.

"You."

~~~

It was really fucking cold when you woke up.

It didn't help that the blankets were already halfway off of you, and that you were butt-ass naked underneath, except for your lower underwear. Maybe that's what woke you up to begin with. You couldn't think of any other reason why.

When you cracked your eyes open, you were luckily facing the bedside table, the digital alarm clock's red light shining in the dark void of the hotel room. Probably the only light source within the room William had gotten you. It took you a few rubs of your eyes to finally read it.

2:47 AM. Tuesday morning.

You rubbed your eyes a bit more as you felt your body start to wake up along with the rest of you. After moving around a bit, you were already starting to feel warmer than you did earlier. You knew that you should've put on pajamas. Around this time, Utah got freezing at night. It was practically the desert out here, but damn. It made you grateful to live in a time with heater systems being invented. But, still. The best heater in the world wouldn't do shit if you were butt-ass naked.

Coupled with the fact that you were freezing, you also felt a little hungry. The sandwich from earlier was filling, but after tonight you knew you had spent a lot of energy.

You took a glance over your shoulder at where that energy had went.

Of course, William was sound asleep behind you. Now that you were a bit more woken up, you could feel his arms wrapped snugly around your middle, your back pressed against this large, scarred yet toned chest. You knew that he had missed you while you were away. You missed him too. But turns out, oh god did he fucking miss you. He didn't want just one round. He wanted two. Then three. Then four. Then almost five, if you hadn't been nearly passing out from exhaustion by the start.

Not that you were complaining. Sex with William was amazing.

He was just amazing in general. He was kind to you. Understanding, too. And so so loving. You could tell that he really cared. Although he had some... odd ways of showing it.

But you didn't mind. It's what you signed up for. It's what you wanted. You couldn't help but think back to the days where you had a bit of a crush on him. Blushing whenever he said hi to you. Getting him to talk just to listen to that smoking accent of his. Did that make you a bad person? Crushing on your best friend's dad? Maybe it did. But, you couldn't help it. He was just so... charming.

Who knew you'd end up like this? With him? After all that time?

It was a bit hard to believe it was all real, at times.

Like it was too good to be true.

All you wanted was to just cuddle back up to William and drift back off. Wake up to him kissing you good morning, with a nice breakfast like he did before. But, no. You were too damn cold. And too damn hungry to do that, to wait until the morning. You needed to put on some pajamas, and find something to eat before you starved or froze to death. You couldn't imagine the horror your boyfriend would have if he found you dead next to him in the morning, all because he was too needy to let you put on a fucking shirt the night prior.

You'd save him the heart-attack. With all those damn cigarettes he smoked, he needed to be saved from it.

Slowly, you started to peel yourself away from the older man, careful not to go too fast. You still weren't too sure about just how heavy a sleeper Will was or not, but wanted to be careful in case he wasn't one at all. After a lot of wiggling and shuffling around, you were finally able to get out of your boyfriend's hold without incident. You shifted your legs out from under the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed as you rubbed your eyes one last time. They were pretty adjusted to the dark now, so you were able to see what was around you.

At the foot of the bed, you saw the discarded white t-shirt William had thrown off earlier. He used it as an undershirt, but it still looked clean enough. It'd do for the time being.

Picking up the article of clothing, you pulled it on over your head, letting it fall down your body. It was a little big on you, but you just found that to be more comfortable. And it smelled like Will. A win-win.

Scanning the ground again, you were able to see your sweatpants from earlier, though a little farther away this time. Reaching out with your leg, you were able to catch the pants on your toe and bring it back closer to you. You reached down and grabbed the pants off the floor, loosely holding it in your hands.

You were just about to stand up to put them on, but suddenly felt a large, heavy hand grab onto your wrist.

A gasp escaped your lips as you quickly spun around to see its source, only to be greeted with a familiar sight.

Him.

"Oh my god, Will!" You mutedly exclaimed, your voice barely above a whisper, "You scared the shit outta me!"

He asked, his voice low and laced with sleep, "What are you doing?"

"It got cold," you explained, "so I'm putting on some clothes. I was also gonna go look for a vending machine. I can bring you-"

"No."

You blinked at William's interjection, feeling your lips part as you did. Even in the cover of darkness, you could see the seriousness in his grey eyes. Feel it in the way he grabbed onto you. He didn't want you to get up.

"Just..." he continued, "come back to bed, bunny. I'll hold you to make it warmer."

You smiled at his request. It was late. Will just must be tired. You could understand his clinginess.

"You were already holding me, Will." you explained to him, standing up to pull on your pants before sitting down again. William's hand returned to your arm as you did so.

"It'll be warmer with your clothes." He said, "Come here, bunny. I don't want you to leave."

You breathed out a little laugh as you leaned forward to him, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'll just be gone a few minutes. I'll come right back. I promise." you reassured him, sliding your hand down to give his hand a squeeze.

"You promise?"

"Yes, Will."

"...Fine. Just don't be too long."

"I won't, I won't. Just a few minutes."

You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before standing up, putting on your shoes, and slipping out of the door. You felt bad leaving your boyfriend after he asked you to stay, but you were starving. But, you knew you could make good on your promise. You already knew were the vending machines were, and what sort of thing you'd want from them.

You padded your feet down the small staircase as you felt the chilly air wash over you, hugging your arms tight around you. You had to go slow down the stairs, since you were still sore from earlier, but tried to hurry as best you could. Once you were at the bottom, you turned the corner into the small area which housed the ice and vending machines. The whir from them was almost hypnotic, and it made you yawn. After scanning through the array of items available to you, you realized that this was gonna be a tougher choice than you thought.

The quietness of the night made it easier for you to think as you leaned against the wall. But, it also made you more aware.

After a few minutes, you could hear the sound of footsteps padding over to you in the distance. By their pitch, you could distinguish that whoever it was, they were wearing heels.

Heels? At this hour? Maybe someone coming from a party. Or someone's plane just landed a few hours ago. Who were you to judge?

Your eyes still on the vending machine, you listened as the footsteps drew nearer to where you were. Weird, but...

The staircase was right behind you. They were probably just going up there.

Why were you so nervous?

The heel-clacking was getting louder now.

Shit.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the source of the footsteps. A woman had come up to the vending machine too, standing a good amount of feet away from you.

Shit. Should you just ignore her? Or was that rude?

It had to be rude. No to at least say hi.

Picking up your gaze from off the array of snacks, you looked over to the woman. You were a bit surprised to see she was already looking at you.

Or, at a minimum, you think she was.

The woman had a beautiful strawberry-blonde colored head of long, feathered hair, a red bandana holding some of the sides away from her face. She was wearing sunglasses (odd, for this time of night), but you could see the freckles that lined her cheeks underneath them. Her dress was long and flowy; a nice pastel-pink color with small, red rosettes lining the knee-length skirt. Her purse was tucked neatly into the crook of her arm, balancing on the top of her wide hip. Her heels were red too, as well as the lipstick she wore.

Should you be creeped out? By someone so casual this late at night?

Only one way to find out.

You gave your best polite smile to the lady, internally cringing at the awkward feeling it gave you.

"Cold night, yeah?" You asked her as some form of greeting. Not your best work, but hey. You weren't good with this sort of thing.

"Definitely, sugar." She told you in response, allowing you to hear her deep, rich southern accent, "much too cold for that get-up you got here."

You tried to laugh as polite as you could, "Yeah, well, I'm not staying out here too long. Just needed some air."

The woman nodded, "I understand. I wouldn't want to be around him too much, either."

It took you a second to process what the lady said, but you felt the chill run down your body once you understood.

What? No, there's no way...

She must be mistaken.

"I..." you stammered out, "S-sorry, I don't... I-I think you got the wrong person."

The woman's small smile grew, but not out of amusement. She seemed... sad. You watched as she took off her sunglasses, neatly placing them on top of her head to rest on her bandana. She had gorgeous green eyes. The type you'd only seen in movies before.

"You are (Y/N), right?" she asked.

You felt another chill run down your spine. If your legs weren't so sore, you knew you'd be running by now.

"H-How..." you mumbled, "H-how do you know my name..?"

The woman's brow bent downwards now, her eyes full of sympathy.

"Oh, don't be frightened now, mudbug. How rude of me. My name's Clara, sugar. But you probably know me better as Mikey's momma."

~~~

It was sad. It was sad, but painfully true.

The second Clara looked at you, she could tell exactly why her ex-husband wanted anything to do with you.

You were a cute and timid little thing. Young, and so full of life. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for what the world had to offer you. You had to be smart too. William wouldn't tolerate you if you weren't. Skittish, but she couldn't blame you for that. She had come up to you in the middle of the night. You were probably tired, and god knows what kind of shit William put into your head by now. She figured it had to be a good amount. It was obvious you were wearing his shirt, and the hickies covering your neck were even more so. And he had drug you all the way out here. You were probably so naïve and kind. She could see it in your eyes.

She wondered if you already loved him.

How tonight went would tell her.

She watched you as you continued to back away from her. She knew that you were trying to make a break for the stairs, but weren't trying to be rude at the same time. Clara could feel the sympathetic smile on her face.

You poor, poor thing.

"L-Look, ma'am, I..." you stammered out, "I don't want any trouble, I just-"

"No, sugar, no," Clara said back to you, keeping her voice low and calm to not frighten you any further, "I'm not lookin' for trouble either."

You looked at the older woman for a moment, eyeing her up and down in silence.

"Then what do you want?" you asked.

Clara shot you another sympathetic smile, shifting her purse down to rest in the crook of her elbow. She reached inside and pulled out a manila envelope, folded if half to fit in her bag.

"Now, I know you must be really confused, pumpkin," she explained, "but Mikey and I are just... we're a little concerned for you. And I just wanna ask you for a few minutes of your time to show you a few things, okay?"

The woman saw how your brows knitted together, partially in confusion, but partially in anger.

"Concerned for me?" you questioned, "Why? I'm sorry if this is rude, ma'am but... you don't even know me."

"Trust me, darlin', Mikey's told me plenty about you before."

"Then he should know that I'm fine. I'm not in any danger, so if he set you up to this just... please tell him that I'm okay."

Damn. You were smart.

"(Y/N)," Clara said, "I know you might feel like you are, but trust me when I say-"

"Why should I trust you? S-Sorry, I know that's rude but..."

"Because I've been in your shoes before, pumpkin. I know all of that man up there's tricks to keep you were he wants."

"But hasn't it been like, years since y'all split up? Maybe he's changed."

"People like him don't ever change, sugar. In all the years I've known him, he hasn't changed not one bit."

Clara could tell that you were getting annoyed, and defensive too. She couldn't help but wonder if her ex was starting to rub off on you in that regard. Were you like this before? She'd never know.

"Look, ma'am," you said, starting to back away to the staircase, "I appreciate the concern, but I am not in any sorta danger here. I am perfectly fine, and I know what I'm doing. So, please, thanks and goodni-"

"He calls you his bunny, doesn't he?"

That certainly got your attention. You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes wide open to the size of dinner plates, all the color drained from your face. Clara smiled to cover up the anguish inside. That's what she was hoping to avoid. That's the one thing she wished he spared you from. But, deep down, she knew. Clara knew that he'd want nothing to do with you unless you were that.

Clara watched you take a few steps closer to her, your eyes till wide open as you looked up to her face. She saw you were trembling, but wasn't sure if it was because you were scared, or because of the cold.

"H-How..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, "How did you know that?"

The woman shot you another sympathetic smile, "How about we find a place to sit down, sugar?"

~~~

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[buckys-little-belle]

Hi, I’ve been going through somethings and would like to request a Gareth x little reader, maybe him comforting the little during a heavy crying fit or something like that, I hope you have a wonderful day-

Bun

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Three and a half) (Blurb)

Meanie Bo-Beanie

Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Crying, mentions of bullying (Jason), protective Hellfire Club, protective gare bear, food mentions, eating of lunch

Notes - Been A while <3 This is pretty short!

Notes Two - Hope this helps bubba, and I hope things are looking up!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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"Gareth!" Dustin yelled as he rushed into the drama room, the group, sans Dustin and Bunny, were already digging into their lunches when the boy yelled for Gareth. "Bunny -"

"Bunny what? Dustin!" Gareth stood up, already halfway to the door by the time Dustin could continue.

"They locked themself into the bathroom, and I can't get them to come out." He admits. "They're, they're crying, I don't know why." His voice grows sad as Gareth and him walk towards the bathroom, the rest of the group slowly following behind, not sure what to do.

"Little Bunny?" Gareth's tone is soft, his words already comforting although his face was still contorted in fear and confusion. "It's Gareth, can you come out?"

"Really?" A loud voice booms from down the hallway. "I though you losers would have dropped baby juice box already." Jason laughs, two basketball guys on either side.

Lucas clenched his jaw hard, his fists balled at his side. "Jason, Y/n has nothing to do with this." The group looks to him in confusion, Jason's eyebrows furrowing.

"They have everything to do with this, you told coach I "Bullied" them and he believed you!" Jason laughed.

"You what?" One of the guys next to him speaks up.

"I didn't do anything too mean." Jason laughed. "But Sinclair's got it out for me, probably wants my Team Capitan position or something." The teen scoffs.

As Jason and his guys argue over Jason being a bad guy, something everyone could see, Gareth drowns them out and turns back to the door. "It's okay Bunny, if you want to wait in there that's okay."

"Don' wan' to bear." Y/n cries loudly.

"Jason is leaving now, why don't you come out and we can go eat some lunch?"

"'m scared." Y/n admits, another cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

"I know, but I promise I'm here to protect you, and so is everyone else."

The door lock clicks and Y/n peaks their head out, tears still rapidly falling down their cheeks, a huge frown on their face. "It's okay cheesy, I'll protect you." El speaks up.

"Everyone will." Will bumps El's shoulder.

Gareth squats down, pulling his long sleeve over his thumb and patting away some of Y/n's tears. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you, Bunny."

"Jus' wan'ed to give you 'his" Y/n holds out a juice box to Gareth, the straw missing, but the label reading "Fruit punch". "Said you li'ed it."

Gareth smiles, his own tears threatening to spill. "Yes, I do like fruit punch. Thank you Bunny." His hand land on their back and rubs in circles, their tears slowing, breathing calming down.

"You li'e it?" Y/n's lower lip wobbles.

"I love it, Bunny."

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #hellfire club #hellfire club x reader #hellfire babysitting club #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club x little reader #gareth x little!reader #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #stranger things

[fluffy-little-demon]

Birthday Love

Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Fluffy birthday thingy I wrote for myself with a bit of implied smut at the end I love this gif 💕

The sun coming through the curtains, filling the room woke you up. In an attempt to ignore it you turned to go back to sleep only to find you were alone in bed. You let out a small grumpy noise but decide to get out of bed anyway. With half closed eyes you grab your husband's t shirt off the floor and make your way downstairs.

Once you were downstairs and in the kitchen, you see Bo standing over the stove in nothing but boxers. You were more awake now, Bo saw you before you had the chance to speak.

"Yer supposed to be in bed baby doll" wagging the spatula at you.

You went to wrap your arms around him from behind nuzzling your face into his back a little. "I'm sorry bunny, the bed felt empty without you. I could go back upstairs if you want."

"It's alright darlin, we can just eat down here. Go sit down baby." With a kiss on the head you go sit on the couch. You didn't turn the tv on like you normally did, instead you turned to watch your favourite cooking show.

Couple minutes later Bo came over with a tray holding a cup of tea, a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, waffles and a card.

"Thank you baby, this looks delicious."

"After you've eaten I can give you one of your presents."

"Oh you mean that thing you do with your tongue." Raising a eyebrow

"You know it baby" winks and smirks in a playful way.

You kiss the tip of his nose "Sounds like a plan"

"Happy birthday darlin" Bo says as he pulls you in for a very passionate kiss.

#i had no clue what to title this #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x afab reader #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair fic #bo sinclair imagine #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #house of wax x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #my husband #kim's writing #my birthday

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Wolves Eat Bunnies: Rusty Nail x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: dubcon, PinV, spit. (Anything else I missed)

A/N: Yesss I haven’t written Rusty in a second!

Haunted Hoedown day Seven!

Hoedown Masterlist

Previous: Moonlight Madness: Bo Sinclair x werewolf!gn!afab!reader x Vincent Sinclair

Next: Vincent x past victim!reader

“Come on Rabbit. You’re the one who wanted to play these games with me!” Rusty’s voice echos through the trees. You let out a sob but continue running through the forest trying to avoid branches and roots.

Your friends are such idiots, all of them. All they do is fuck around and you end up being blamed too when all you were was a witness, begging them to stop. Now all of them are dead somewhere out in these woods.

You dodge a tree branch and quickly turn into a clearing when you hear his footsteps catching up to you quickly. You stop and roll out of the way letting him trip and fall as he tries to catch himself.

You pray that God didn’t let your friends into heaven. Not after this. Not after you breath is running out. They put you through this goddamn hell they don’t deserve heaven.

That’s when you feel a giant hand wrap around your throat and push you into the dirt.

Your knees and hands sting and you let out a loud sob.

“Please! Please I didn’t do anything! I told them to stop I didn’t want them messing around with you or anyone! I was so pissed! Please just let me go!” You beg, your body wiggles and writhes under Rusty’s grasp. Tears soak the floor of the already damp forest.

“Can’t let you go bunny rabbit.”

“W-why?! Please! I don’t wanna die..” snot and spit come from your nose and mouth as your lips quiver.

“I ain’t killin’ ya. You’re too good for that. Just gonna take you home for me to use.” Rusty explains, your eyes almost shoot out of your head. You struggle against him further and that’s when your ass hits something hard.

“No, no no! NO PLEASE!”

He turns you around and unzips his pants. Rusty’s cock springs out and you let out a whimper.

“Please no, it’s too big! I can’t!”

“Shh. Come on don’t you wanna live? Just relax Bunny.”

You try and take multiple deep breathes. Feeling as he pulls your shorts down.

It’ll be okay, you can take it. Then you get to live and maybe running won’t be for nothing.

You watch as a giant glob of spit falls onto his cock, he jerks himself a few times, getting it nice and wet.

The tip of his cock touches your cunt and you feel as he stretches you out. Your fingers dig into the dirt as you’re split in half.

“God you’re tight.” Rusty comments as he looks over you. Your lip trembles and through the corner of your eye you see his arm move and you grip his jean jacket covered bicep with one of your hands.

“So big. Hurt.” You whimper, he notice a smirk on his lips, he takes the thumb of his other hand and wipes your drooly bottom lip then licks his thumb.

Rusty pulls out and you feel your hole gaping open, only a small bit of relief comes before he thrusts back into you, making you let out a yelp. Your eyes squeeze shut and you grip onto his jacket harder. His hips smack rapidly into yours as he grinds his cock in and out of you.

You let out repeated screams of both pleasure and pain every time he thrusts into you.

“You’re such a good Bunny. You’re all mine.” Rusty groans, you can’t help but nod and smile a bit at his cock tarting to feel so good.

“I am! Fuck! You feel good!” You cry out as you start to grind down wanting more and more of his cock. He bites down on your shoulder and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You feel like nothing yet everything as he continues to use your cunt up. Every part of you is numb. His small grunts can be heard just slightly as your moans and sobs take over the woods.

Then you feel it. His chapped lips kiss yours and you open your mouth asking for him to play with your tongue. You taste tobacco and smoke on his tongue and groan as his saliva becomes addicting so quickly.

Through your shirt he pinches your nipple and you let out a squeak, pressing into his mouth more aggressively. He lets out small grunts and bites down on your lip.

Your pussy tightens around Rusty and you let out a little squeal as you cum around his cock, bucking and squirming when he doesn’t stop fucking you.

You feel warmth flood your hole and let out a soft groan. He smiles and kisses you again.

He then swiftly lifts you up, his cock slides from your hole, he grabs your shirts and walks you back to his truck. You wrap your arms around him and and start to drift off to sleep.

#rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail #joy ride #joyride 2 #joyride #joyride 3 #hauntedhoedown

[thewriterg]

♡︎mockingbird♡︎

Pairing(s): Bo Sinclair x Fem!reader, Lester Sinclair x Fem!reader, Vincent Sinclair x Fem!reader

Summary: You had known the Sinclair’s since you were at least eight unknowingly that they had killed your mother But Bo were always protective of you most he would give you a mocking bird if you wanted. —flufftober; day 6–

Word count: 700+

Warning(s): Fluff, Reader is 8 when this first starts and then ages up to about 14-17, Protective Sinclairs, and NO SWEAR WORDS GUYS 🤭

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— This is so rushed but had our homecomings game we lost 🤭

GIF by @sweeetestcurse

The last time you’d seen you Mother was when you were eight years old, let’s just say Your father wasn’t the best and your Mother Just packed you both up one day leaving without another word.

You came across Ambrose when your mothers fan belt snapped completely in half with no way of salvaging it on hand that’s how you met the first Sinclair brother Lester

He was nice and funny even though the roadkill scared you at first you warmed up to him decently fast he offered to take you and your mother back into town where his brother worked on cars and such while your mother agreed with little to no hesitation

When you all finally got to the gas station Lester or ‘The Easter bunny’ you called him introduced her to Bo before encouraging you to go pick out a few snacks before explaining your situation to the tall Brunette missing the glaring looks he’d sent to his brother

“Well I don’t have any that’ll fit here but I just got new stock up at the house” The man offered while the women sighed in relief agreeing and thanking him without a thought of hesitation calling out to you before you simply returned behind her with ritz cheese crackers and a caprisun

“Alright honey, how much for the cracker and the caprisun” Your mother questioned beginning to pull her wallet out of back pocket before the man who’s name you had yet to catch stopped her

“Oh, Don’t worry about it”The man and your mother continued to go back and forth about paying for the snacks the rested in your hand before she’d finally given up and allowed you both to leave the store without paying for the snacks

“House is Just a quarter Mile from here I could get Lester here to take your little squirt here to the wax house real nice figures” For the first time in the day your Mother was hesitant openly declining the idea while Bo continued to persuade her thought of interest at the time

“Half an Hour that’s all” The man reassured the women before she finally nodded while Lester couldn’t help but tilt his head at his brothers. abnormal behavior

“I’ll see you latter little lady I love you” You’ll never forget how she Squatted down to your level so her eyes could meet yours kissing just above your forehead where her lips met with your hairline

That was the last time you’d ever seen your Mother.

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You were lying around on the couch jonsey’s head in your lap while you finished up your homework more tired than you ever could’ve been you’d just barely survived finals week and you couldn’t be more exhausted than you already were your hair had stayed in a ponytail, your diet consisting of coffee, monsters, and ritz crackers and you’ve never Felt your hands go so numb

“Hey lady, finish up with your homework dinner be ready soon if a catch you eating another cracker I’ll skin you” Bo stated walking back further into the kitchen while you giggled softly you don’t know if you were laughing at Bo’s grumpy tone or you were just so sleep deprived you start to become delusional

Either way you begin to sit up causing Jonsey’s ears to perk up slightly before she hopped down from the couch making her way over to sit in front of the fan her tongue sticking out while panting

You’d made your way into the kitchen sitting down at the table Lester was already there but Bo nor Vincent were seen meaning Bo had probably made his way down the steps into the basement alerting his twin there was food on the table which your mouth couldn’t help but water at the chicken pot pie in front of you

It wasn’t long before the two brothers came back into the kitchen in a pair before you all began to eat

“You’re awfully hungry today y/n/n are you alright?” Lester questioned looking at you with a soft gaze to which you just nodded with a finger held up mouth stuffed with pie crust

“I’m Fine bunny, it’s just finals week I’ve been living off of Monsters and crackers” You sighed beginning to slow down your eating as you got more full and satisfied

You’d all had occasional small talk explaining things that happened during your week while you missed the way Bo looked at you proudly so. Stressing over test and grades, spending time with your family, he couldn’t ask for a more perfect kid

Bo Sinclair would give you the world if you asked for it but knowing that would take time he’d settle for a mocking bird

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #sinclair brothers #house of wax #slashers x reader #slashers #thewriterg #flufftober #kinktober #romance #fluff #i love you #SoundCloud

[visceravalentines]

His

Bo Sinclair x Victim!GN!Reader

3k. Reader is a captive in Bo's dungeon falling prey to Stockholm syndrome and this means dubcon under duress. Forced multiple orgasm, praise & mild degradation, blood & pain kink, bondage and vibrator use. Bo is hardcore manipulating the reader because this is not soft Bo, this is worst Bo.

You're almost used to it by now, the way he takes and takes from you no matter how little you think you have left to give. But today marks a new milestone in your relationship, and today he is going to give you something. Companion piece to Date Night.

Your ears were ringing, the fluorescents blown bright and blurry in your eyes, all but blinding you. Someone was whimpering. That someone was you. 

Your head fell forward and you met his eyes. He grinned at you, your slick on his chin and your blood smeared across his cheeks. “Well wasn’t that special,” he deadpanned, drawing a thumb across his lips. 

Your hips jerked helplessly. The vibrator he’d shoved inside of you was still kicking away, tightening the claws of pleasure around you until they pierced and ached. Every clench of your thighs sent a fresh, warm tickle of blood creeping across your skin. The slicing had come after the vibrator. 

“C’mon, one more,” he said. “Y’got one more, I can see it.” 

You shook your head violently. Language was slippery. A monstrous climax was building fast behind the pain, beating against the door. “N…nah – “ 

“Y’need a little more help?” 

Your heart was a frightened bird. “No!” 

“Think y’need some help.” 

“No – ohhh.” 

He touched you, just a nudge, just one knuckle of his pointer finger sweeping over your most sensitive spot, still wet with his spit. The dam broke. All the air whooshed from your lungs as the tide swept over your head, sucked you out head over heels, you had time for half a breath and then you were screaming, straining against your bonds, collapsing beneath the pressure beating relentless through your fragile form. 

“There it is,” he said, almost to himself, because you certainly weren’t listening. “What a slut.” 

You moaned loudly, twitching, caught in a perpetual state of orgasm, everything gold but for the scarlet pain in your thighs, but even that was exquisite, and he knew it, and you hated him. 

“I’ll be damned but you are a treat.” 

Agony, sharp and white, lanced into your brain from your right side as he licked up the length of one of the cuts. You inhaled sharply and felt a fresh set of tears burble over your lashes. He made a sound of approval and stood up suddenly. You jerked and it hurt and it felt so good. 

“Doin’ so well, bunny.”  You met his gaze the best you could, his face out of focus. He touched your cheek and you gasped. “Sweet thing,” he murmured, and locked his lips over your open mouth. Your body, disloyal, betrayed you again with a whine when his tongue slipped over yours. Your blood on his breath was salty and rich. The heat in your pelvis was roiling. It was going to consume you; you were going to combust underneath him. 

“Wish I had time to fuck you proper,” he said, chucking your chin, reaching down between your legs to ease the vibrator free. You let out a wavering cry of relief, shaking violently as the waves finally receded. “But we got a big day ahead of us.” 

The vinyl beneath you was slippery with your sweat and other bodily fluids. You sat limp, a broken toy, frayed and quivering. You stared blankly ahead and tried to remember how to think coherent thoughts as he buzzed around the room, cleaning his tools, putting them away. 

Hours. It had been hours. And to think you’d almost been glad to see him this morning. 

You’d had a dream. Nothing vivid, nothing cohesive. Just the feeling of safety, contentment. A strong arm around you, a hand in yours. It was blissful and bright. And when the sensation coalesced into pictures, when the dream gave you eyes, you turned them upward and found yourself looking at him. That proud, angelic face, square and sloping. And there was no fear of anyone or anything, because he was the most terrifying thing in the world, and you were his. 

But dreams weren’t for you anymore, were they?

The ringing in your ears faded. He stepped back into your field of vision, hands on his hips. “You’re a mighty fine mess, darlin’,” he remarked. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”  He started to undo your restraints, paused. “Almost forgot. What d’we say?” 

You hadn’t forgotten. The words had been heavy on your tongue, just waiting for the signal. “Th-thank you.” 

He smiled, and in spite of it all, he was so handsome it hurt. “Welcome.” 

Once your left hand was free, he offered you a cup, and despite your trembling you gulped the water with gusto. Your lips were sticky and your throat was sore and the water was like a healing balm. You stopped to breathe and he peered inside. “Whole thing, c’mon now.”  You obeyed. You were good at that. 

When he took the cup back and set it on the workbench, you realized you were unbound. You didn’t move; couldn’t, maybe. He slipped his arm around you and lifted you out of the chair onto your unreliable feet. He’d left your hands uncuffed. You slumped against him. Your thighs stung something awful. 

He half-carried you to the shower, turned it on for you, chuckled when you sank to the ground without the strength to stand. “Gotta do everythin’ myself around here. Hold tight, sugar.” 

The water pelting your back felt like forgiveness. You let it comfort you as you watched him strip down, hanging his clothes on a hook on the wall. His chest and his groin were shadowed in dark hair. He was stronger than he looked with his narrow waist and hips. He was still half-hard from the morning’s activities. You saw the scars on his ankles, a matching set to accompany his wrists. Absently, you wondered how it would feel to touch them. He knew your body so well, but you were barely acquainted with his. 

He caught you staring, cracked a lopsided smile. “Like what ya see?” 

You stiffened as he stepped into the shower, but all he did was adjust the showerhead and lower himself to a seat behind you. He laid his legs out long on either side of yours and pulled you back against him. You were snagged somewhere between panic and exhaustion and your breath came labored. Your nerves were frazzled with heavy pain and weightless pleasure. The tiles were changing shape before your eyes, expanding, contracting. You could feel his dick against your tailbone. 

“Relax, honey. Relax.”  He trickled water from his hand down your front, caressed your hip, wove his arm around your middle. “Ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” 

This was comical. You laughed, and it was only when he didn’t react that you realized it was only in your head. Your psyche was sore and throbbing like a bruise. A thick sob lodged in your throat. You were broken, you felt broken, this is how broken feels. You tried to take a deep breath but it crumbled into a whine and then you were weeping. 

“Aww, shhh, why you cryin’, baby?”  He gave you a gentle squeeze, nuzzled your ear. “Didn’t I make you feel good?” 

You nodded reflexively. You were so spent, sagging against him, head lolling into the crook of his neck. 

“Gonna clean you up, then I got somethin’ for ya since you been so good. Think you’re gonna like it.” 

His words gripped your stomach like a vice. Incredible that the tang of fear still sprang to your mouth at the slightest provocation. Incredible that he hadn’t run out of games to play. 

You were compliant as he worked up a lather and then washed you with his hands. He was tender, touching you like a lover, not an inch of skin left wanting. He stroked the length of your arms, laced his fingers through yours, squeezed gently. He kissed your neck as he rubbed your chest, one hand sliding over your stomach, the other dipping carefully between your legs. 

His touch was soothing and you had held on so tightly for so long you couldn’t bear it anymore and impossibly, you relaxed, a little at first and then all at once. You released a soft sigh, let your eyes waver shut, let your fists uncurl. 

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Good.”  He tilted you forward and ran his hands down your back, massaged your shoulders. You groaned, rolled your neck, arched your back as he worked out the knots he had put there. “Y’like that?”  You made a sound in the affirmative. His hands were big and his grip was strong and it was a different kind of pain they caused now, blunt and welcome. 

“Lemme clean those cuts, sugar. ‘S gonna sting.”  You opened your eyes, furrowed your brow. He sensed your tension returning, kissed the back of your neck. “Has to be done.” 

You leaned back against him, hesitantly placed your hands on his thighs. He never let you touch him; your wrists were always bound anyway. He hooked his feet beneath your ankles, pried your legs open, and with fresh soap he scrubbed careful circles over your wounds. There were six of them. It hurt like a motherfucker and your breath hissed through clenched teeth. 

“I know,” he said. “Be brave for me.” 

You wanted to be brave. You had been so brave. But it was so hard. You dug your nails into your palms and bit your tongue, didn’t make a sound, watched the lather turn pink and melt down the drain. 

“All done. Y’did good.”  He kissed your cheek, squeezed the unbroken flesh of your thighs. His praise made your heart sing and your stomach roil. You did good. Doing good kept you alive. You had to stay alive. You wanted to be good.

“Get up,” he said, tapping your ass. “Let’s get you dressed.” 

Dressed?  Dressed in what?  You’d been naked for so long you couldn’t even remember what you’d been wearing the day he wrestled you down those stairs. You remembered it was bloodstained when he tore it off of you, and that was enough remembering. 

Some of your strength had returned. Your sex was numb and swollen, and there was an insatiable muscle twitch in your bottom lip, but you dug your fingertips into the seam of the tile around the outside of the shower and wobbled to your feet like a newborn fawn. 

His hands on your hips stabilized you, and then he was up behind you, turning off the faucet and brushing against your back as he leaned over you to grab a towel. He tapped your arm and you raised them both so he could wrap the towel around you. You clutched it like a security blanket, shivering. He snuck past you, dried himself off quickly and pulled his clothes back on, then flashed you a smile. 

“Alright, kitten, c’mon.” 

You pinned your spasming lip between your teeth and followed him cautiously around the corner, clutching the towel like a shield. He had brought a bag with him this morning, and from it he produced a pair of plain cotton underwear. Immediately the sight of it brought you to the verge of tears. 

He tilted his head, regarded you with amusement. “Here, I’ll letcha do it yourself.” 

You took the underwear from him, unwrapped the towel and set it in his waiting hand. Careful not to brush your cuts, you pulled the garment on and the second it settled against your skin you felt like a person again. It was like Cinderella in the fucking moonlight. It was magical. You looked up at him, wide-eyed, and he was smirking. God, you hated him, and you were so grateful, and your mind was dissolving, and you thought maybe you needed him.

“I got more if y’want it,” he said casually. 

“Please,” you said in a hoarse and wavering voice. 

His smirk widened. “'Course, baby, anythin' for you.” He handed you a large black t-shirt, soft with wear, the Nine Inch Nails logo cracked and peeling on the front. “This used to be mine.” 

Your breath snagged within your lungs as you pulled it over your head. The hem fell just above your wounds. Never had you felt anything so comfortable, so reassuring, as the ringspun cotton of that t-shirt. It smelled fresh and clean and like a world that existed somewhere outside of your hell and you pulled the collar up and tucked your chin to inhale the scent. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and you meant it. You felt the tears spill over as you stared down at your body, covered for the first time in weeks, and you didn't even try to stop them. 

“C’mon now.”  He reached toward you, hooked the hem of the t-shirt with two fingers and tugged you closer, looped an arm around you and squeezed your ass. “Don’t start that again, they’re jus’ clothes.”  He pressed his lips to your forehead. “You want a smoke before we go?” 

You furrowed your brow. “…go?” 

“Mmhm.”  His finger slid down your cheek along the track of your tears. “’S a big day, darlin’. Bringin’ you home to meet the family.” 

His words hit your brain like bullets. Home. Family. Visions of the Sawyer house, furniture made of bones, one thousand corpses in underground tunnels materialized behind your eyes.

You searched his face for clues, for some expectation, something like reassurance from the man who had managed to reduce your world to him and him alone and was now about to yank back the curtains and let something back in. You didn’t notice the way your fist gripped his shirt like a lifeline. But he did, and he smiled.

“Think you need a cigarette. We got time.” 

He drew the pack from his pocket, flipped it open for you. You removed two by default, placed them both in your mouth without thinking, your mind still hung up and struggling on his words. You caught him eyeing your lips around the smokes like he was watching you doing something dirty. The way he lifted the flame of the lighter to the tips made you feel like you were doing something dirty.

He held your gaze as you pulled his cigarette from your mouth, offered it to him; he opened his mouth and his lips and his tongue stole your attention and obediently you placed the butt in the corner of his mouth and when he took a drag you knew he was savoring the smoke and the way it mixed with the taste of your spit.

His grip around your waist relaxed but you stayed pressed against him, hand unclenched and resting on his stomach. His warmth had become familiar; the shape of his body was known and understood. You supposed that as long as he was with you, you could transcend this tiny basement room, venture out somewhere else. As long as he was there to guide you through the unknown.

Yeah, you were pretty sure you needed him.

The idea of escape flickered frantically like a choking ember in the deepest, darkest part of your brain. Escape. You supposed you would like to escape. But the size of that undertaking grew with every passing day even as you shrunk and assimilated into the grime on the concrete floor. The thought of it alone sapped your strength—the running, the woods. And escape meant taking something from him, and you knew he wouldn’t like that.

You turned your head to blow smoke away from him and rolled your most important question around on your tongue before spitting it out. “If your family likes me…what happens next?” 

He raised one eyebrow, looked thoughtful like he hadn’t considered that far. “Well, they’re a pretty particular bunch. But I suppose, if you mind your manners, they might just let you stay up at the house.”  He squeezed your hip. “Let you eat at the table…get you some real clothes….”  The words fell from his lips like gold, like fairy tale promises. “Y’have to earn your keep,” he said. “Help out with the chores and such. Think you could do that?” 

You nodded slowly, then faster. You could do that. You could do anything if it meant you didn’t have to spend another night in that chair.

“I been tellin’ ‘em you’re real well-behaved and polite. Y’ain’t gonna make me a liar, are you?”  You shook your head. “Good.”  He threw down the stub of his cigarette and you mirrored him. He stepped on the pair of them, dragging his boot across the floor to add to the filth. “I like you, bunny. Break my heart if they tell me I gotta get rid of you.” 

He must’ve caught the fear in your eyes because he cooed reassurances, wound his arms around you and cradled you to him. “You’re safe with me, darlin’. I won’t let ‘em touch you.” 

He had never held you before, not like this. You trembled inside as you laid your head on his chest. His heartbeat in your ear scared you, ensnared you; how he could be so all-consuming and invincible and still run on the same engine as you did.

Slowly, your arms found their way around his waist and you clung to him like a frightened child. He was everything to you, held your life in his grease-stained hands. You looked up at him and the fluorescents were pure and white like a halo behind his head. You knew he would keep you safe. He wouldn’t let them hurt you. Because you were his.

You settled your head back over his heart. “That’s it, baby.”  He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “Be good for me an’ I’ll take care of you.” 

And he would, you knew he would. He always did.

He nuzzled your temple. His lips found your ear. “Tell you what,” he whispered, and his voice sent goosebumps over your skin. “I’m really lookin’ forward to fuckin’ you in my bed.”  

He gripped your thigh, hitched it around the outside of his leg, pulling you in tighter, breaking open the tentative clots of your wounds. You winced and then he was kissing you and your soft squeak of pain was transmuted into something desperate and hungry and pleading and lost. He was chewing you up and spitting you back out and it was okay, maybe.

You kissed him back, because you wanted to be good, and you wanted to survive, and damn you but you wanted to kiss him back, because that made it feel like something else. Something better. Something good.

You clenched his shirt in your fists. You felt him smile against your lips.

Your blood soaked into the cloth of his jeans.

Thank you to @leatherfaceologist for beta reading for me! One last note: the discarded title for this piece was Love Languages, because Bo does indeed employ each of the five love languages in this and yes I know we are his captive but come oooonn I'm so fucked up we're all fucked up he's so toxic I need him send hel-- *I am dragged away from the grocery store intercom microphone*

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfiction #slasher x reader #my writing

[yanderelovlies]

💙DachaBo Masterlist🐶

Updated: Jan-31-23

💙Headcanons/Fics

🔞+ With a virgin s/o: Bo x Reader

If you ever manage to get away: Bo x Reader

🔞+ s/o already has a kid: Bo x reader

🔞+ Head then breaking the bed: Bo x Reader

SayTell's down fall: Bo x Reader

🔞+Catch me if you can: Bo x reader

Choosing someone else? Yikes: Bo x reader

Lots of pups: Bo x reader

Bo body comfort: Bo x Reader

Bo Vs Tate Frost

🔞+ what a care taker: Bo x Reader

🔞+ what a good puppy: Bo x Reader

🔞+Hypersexual babe: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Bruised and scarred babe: Bo x Reader

Family issues: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

You're almost like a bunny!: Bo x reader

Tw: hits of domestic abuse: Bo x Reader

The death of his world: Bo x Reader

Role reverse: Bo x Neko!Reader

Something to keep safe: Bo x Fairy!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Fairy!Reader

To save the world!: Bo x Magical girl!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Magical girl!Reader

Under the sea!: Bo x mermaid!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x mermaid!Reader

Death has never been so beautiful: Bo x Reaper!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reaper!Reader

The song of a siren: Bo x siren!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x siren!Reader

The cure to being touch starved: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Domestic fluff: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Feeding off the right person: Bo x Incubus/Succubus!Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Incubus/Succubus!Reader

One sided heart break: Sunny day Jack x Reader, Joseph x Reader, Bo x Reader

The dragon's mate: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Let's go home: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

I will always be there: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack

Dante beat him to it: Bo x Reader, Dante x Reader, Joseph x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Fellow hybrid: Bo x Reader

Gotta take out the trash: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

🐶Submissions

🔞+To be ruff or not to be ruff with anon: Bo x Reader

🔞+ Can hear in the device au with pickaxe anon: Bo x Reader

🔞+ Can hear you in the device au pt2 with pickaxe anon: Bo x Reader

🔪Question Headcanons

Would Bo like a shy submissive s/o?

💙❤️Demon Au

The beginning of the end: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Too late: Bo x Reader, Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Star crossed hell: Emily x Bo, Alan x Reader

Another timeline another hell: Bo x Reader, Demon!Emily x Bo

Emily lore

How Bo feels about Alan and Mc's kid

When he realizes he has been tricked: Demon!Emily x Bo, Joseph x Reader

Would Bo punch Joseph?

The name of Bo and Demon!Emily's pups

Could Bo win Mc back?

Can Joseph make peace with Bo?

What does Emily have against Mc?

How people feel about each other

How old are Bo and Demon!Emily's pups, and are they homeschooled or have Jobs?

What would happen is Bo ran into MC alone?

Bo's instincts towards Demon!Emily and Mc

Would Bo still be there for Mc?

How does Bo feel about Joseph and Mc's kids?

Role reverse turns into a bloodbath: Bo x Reader, Imposter!Bo x Reader

Demon!Emily's punishment

What if the kids found out? ft Galaxy anon

💙Royalty Au

Rejection before the new meeting: Bo x Reader

Does Bo still love the queen?

How did Bo and the Queen meet?

What if the queen had the king's baby?

A baby?!

I trust you. More than anyone: Bo x Reader

💙❤️When world's collide

No: Bo x Reader x Sunny Day Jack

#x reader #yandere x reader #dachabo #bo x reader

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

For the sake of being in the Halloween spirit, and also inspiration from your name-

Vampire!Bam x gn reader where Bam and reader are already together, and reader thinks it’s funny to make Bam dress up as Dracula for a Halloween party. 🤭 I could literally come up with more Bampire scenarios lmaoo I just feel like younger skater boy vamp Bam would be so cute 😭

Bite Me!

Bam agrees to go along with Y/N’s costume idea- on one particular condition.

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, alcohol, drug mention, biting, hickies,

An: Aaa happy early Halloween!! I’m not sure if you can tell from how I write this but I don’t go to too many Halloween parties XD I really liked writing for Bam early on in his Jackass career in this one, but yet again I like writing for Bam in general. I’ve never been super into the whole vampire romance type thing but I think writing this changed my mind! ;)

“Come on, Bam! One couple’s costume isn’t gonna kill you.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of your boyfriend groaning, you smeared on white face paint in the bathroom mirror, the sink below you crowded with containers of various products. “Its fuckin’ stupid! I mean,” He reluctantly peeled himself off of his spot on your bed, walking to the bathroom to squint over your shoulder at your reflection, “A ‘Bampire’? Really?”

You turned to him, your faces so close you swore you got makeup on him, “Yes. It was either that or Lamb Margera, and I didn’t feel like being Little Bo Peep. So there.” Not to mention, you thought he’d look adorable in the whole cape and puffy shirt getup. Planting a peck on his cheek, you went back to your makeup before you felt his hands snake around your waist as Bam leaned in towards you, mumbling against your neck, “Fine…but on one condition.” God, it was so easy to get to him. You nearly giggled as he continued, his teeth grazing your skin, “I get’t bite you tonight.” Oh, there was no way you could say no to that. “Alright…” You feigned annoyance, “Just not too hard?”

A Halloween party the two of you went to would be a good way for you to meet some of your boyfriend's new friends, you thought, gazing out the window as you drove along dim streets. As of one month prior he was a tv star, which you still hadn’t gotten over yet, but all you knew about what he did was the new and progressively grosser injuries he came home with. When you imagined his co-stars, you pictured a room full of cool extreme dudes that wear lots of baggy jeans and listen to edgy music.

So when you opened the door, you were kinda surprised. “Hey, sexy!” A man who could have been the real life Tarzan clad in the tightest patent leather playboy bunny costume, complete with satin bunny ears and black high heels, grinned at your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe. Woah. You couldn’t deny, this guy pulled it off. Turning to lead you in, he shook his genuinely impressive ass a little, showing off the fluffy white tail he had on, “Bam has been telling us all about you!” Your boyfriend played it off like it was nothing but you nodded, trying not to make it obvious what you were staring at as you filtered through the crowd towards the kitchen. He chuckled this charming stoner laugh, leaning against a countertop cluttered with half empty liquor bottles, “I'm Chris, by the way.” You smiled when he shivered a little as his skin felt cold marble, giggling.

Talking over the loud music, you chatted with him and Bam for a while about the show and how well everything was going with the show- they might even be getting renewed another season in a few months! Oh, you were so excited to hear you leaned over and planted one on your boyfriend’s cheek. He rolled his eyes childishly, keeping up his tough guy exterior as you giggled. Suddenly, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye- a rainbow blur followed by a fireball from the far side of the marble counter that lit up the dim, crowded room in a hot orange glow before, just as quickly, flickering out. You could hear Bam, and everyone else at the party, cheering for the guy in the multicolored clown costume as he landed with exaggerated bravado. One the applause died down, he made his way over to you and Bam, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. Your boyfriend grinned, taking one from him, “That wath, like- theriously gnarly dude.” As much as he tried to downplay the lisp, you really found it kind of cute, but he’d kill you if you said that in front of his buddies. Bam threw his arm around you, “Thith ith Y/N. ” His huge pupils almost looked like a part of his clown makeup as he fist bumped you, speaking with a voice that sounded like he gargled tacks, “Hey, dude! Wanna beer?” Before you could answer, one was already in your hands, but it’s not like you would deny a beer from a clown. Bam chuckled as the clown left as soon as he arrived, “And that wath Theve…”

The party buzzed hotly around you, just so many people doing so many substances- a hotbed of sweaty activity. Not really listening to whatever you were saying to him at this point, Bam glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he gestured to someone just out of your line of sight to come over. A few moments later, you felt a broad shoulder brush against your arm and you turned. God, he looked straight out of one of those old westerns, especially with the way he tipped that black cowboy hat as he smirked, leaning down to you and drawling sweetly, “Howdy.” God, why does your boyfriend have so many hot friends? You chuckled as Bam took to introducing him, “Thith ith Johnny, n’heth probably the cooleth dude here bethideth mythelf.” Johnny chuckled, cracking a crooked smile, “Aww, you flatter me.” Thinking of something, he turned to look towards the living room, “Hey, me’n the fellas are settin’ up ‘Pin The Dick On The Jackass’ over there. Wanna join?”

That’s how you ended up holding a brass tack with a giant red construction paper penis dangling from your hand. You nervously stared at the bubble butt in front of you, not wanting to stick Chris and probably give him tetanus. “C’mon, c’mon- just do it!” He giggled, looking back at you with an unexpected level of giddiness. The people around you laughed and cheered as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands shaky as you slowly moved them closer, until…

You felt Chris jump, his little bunny tail bobbing as he patted his chest, giggling, “Ooh!!” The room went wild at the sight of the paper dick swinging as he bounced on his toes as he chuckled, still managing to smile despite the tack in his ass, “Usually that feels pretty good, but that stung a little! Somebody get me a beer!” You couldn’t help yourself but to smile a little- these guys know how to have a good time.

“Really? A couple’s costume? Cute.” Ryan stood with his arms folded, leaning against one wall on the sidelines of the action. Bam rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? N’whatre you thuppothed to be? Evel Kinevil?” Propping his helmet up on his hip, Ryan turned to him, grinning, “First off, I’m a motocross dude. Second of all,” He pointed to you in the center of the circle of people, “Y/N’s hand’s gettin’ pretty damn close to asses that aren’t yours. ‘You gonna do anything about that?” Ryan knew to play on Bam’s jealous streak concerning you, bored and wanting to see something happen.

Johnny gazed into the water of the big tin bucket, “Jesus…if you’re that bad with your mouth, I’d worry for Y/N…” Yanking his head up, water dripped down Bam’s forehead as he shot a glare at the cowboy, “Yeah, tho I’m gettin’ the damn apple!” It had been five minutes. Dunn chuckled, his teasing from earlier seeming to have done its job in making the party more interesting. You found it kind of cute to watch him frantically searching around for an apple, the fangs stuck to his teeth in no way helping him bite one. After what felt like forever, he whipped his head up, water spraying everywhere as he emerged victorious with the crisp apple wedged firmly in his teeth. “Alright dude!” Steve came up all smiles, patting him on the back with a gloved hand, leaning in, “By the way, I totally pissed in that water.”

“Are- are you theriouth?” Bam received a nod. Laughing, Steve got punched in the arm by your reasonably pissed off boyfriend (no pun intended), leading you to imagine this sort of thing was pretty routine for them. Gross. You could only wonder what other bodily fluids have been on him. As he stormed off to the bathroom, you felt a familiar hand grasp yours, leading you away from the hot crowd. Oh. Oh? Ducking down a dark hallway, you trailed behind Bam, not even thinking about how wet his hand was as the liquid dripped down your fingers.

Closing the door behind you, it was like you had just stepped into your own little world away from the chaos of the party. Music thumped through the walls softly, making your whole body vibrate as you leaned against the wall. You watched your boyfriend rinse his hair off in the sink under half burnt out vanity lights. Bam ran a hand through his soaked, dark curls, now half plastered to his forehead as he looked at you from the porcelain with those piercing blue eyes.

“Tho…” He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hands finding their place on your waist. Your noses nearly touched as he leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your skin as he raised an eyebrow, whispering against your ear with a fanged grin, “How ‘bout that bite now?” Heat rose from your toes all the way up to your cheeks as you blushed, flustered. He turned his head to the side, spitting the fangs out in the sink before dipping his head and closing in on your neck. You held your breath, but he seemed to hesitate for a second, watching your tense reaction with a smirk. He was playing with his food. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.

You let out a whimper, not even noticing when the unlocked door to your side creaked open. Hell, you didn’t even pick up on it once the snickers started pouring in, too consumed by the purple, throbbing hickey Bam was presently biting into your neck. It took Chris leaning in, asking, “Hey, can I get one next?” To shake you out or your trance, whipping your head around at the crowd as they childishly giggled and gaged in mock disgust. Your face somehow turned redder than before, but Bam didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, chuckling, “How much’a that did you guys catch?” Johnny grinned, leaning against the door jamb, “Just enough.”

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #chris pontius #steve o #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader

[swissboyhisch]

My Jersey

Pairing: Nikita Zadorov x Reader

Summary: After a little rain comes sun... And thunder. Thunder in the form of a six foot five Russian defenseman.

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Shitty Bruins fans, harassment, some puck bunny comments, borderline sexual harassment, but also hinted sexual stuff at the end!

A/N: I love Zadorov and there is NOTHING on him anywhere. He's so cute as well. Easily the best dressed player in the league. Have you seen him in those suits... WOW. If anyone has any fic recs for him... PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME! Or even just to talk about him, feel free to send in something or message me. I'm always happy to discuss him.

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You, adorning your Zadorov jersey, shuffled along the rows of the Saddledome. You had a glass ticket that was next to the penalty box for the Flames. But for now, it was time to watch their warm-ups like many of the other fans. Around you was a large group of older Boston Bruins fans already in their seats. The way they were eyeing you made you nervous. The Flames players skated out for warm-ups skating past where she now stood. 

“What are you? Some kinda puck bunny?” Someone questioned from behind you. At first, you weren’t paying attention, but a tug on the back of your jersey pulled your eyes away from warm-ups. “Hey Zadorov slut.”

You turned to them after them tugging hard enough to cause you to stumble back into the seat behind you. “I’m just a fan, can you please stop?”

“What’s the accent, huh, sweetheart?” One of the other older guys questioned. 

“Leave me alone please.”

The grey-haired guy wouldn’t let go of the sleeve of your jersey. Even though you struggled and pulled. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the brand new Zadorov jersey. No-one around them was coming to your aid. You looked around, hoping someone would help you cause it was like he wasn’t stopping. A loud sound from behind you startled them. The guys doing the harassing looked past you. You turned to see the 6’5” Nikita Zadorov standing against the glass glaring at the group. 

“Don’t touch her,” He shouted, slamming his fist against the glass.

They seemed to listen to the Flames defensemen because they didn’t speak to you for the rest of the warmups. At the end of the 15 minutes, Zadorov came over with a puck in his glove. He smiled and pointed to you. He chucked it over the glass. You flipped the cold puck over in your hand, the Flames logo staring up at you. The kids nearby got excited but were sad when you caught the puck. One thing you hated was seeing the sad kids and there was one girl that stood in front of you that was also wearing a Zadorov jersey. 

“Here you go sweetheart,” You smiled, passing her the puck. 

The young girl got so excited jumping up and down and holding it out to show her parents standing nearby. You smiled and laughed as the kids were all bouncing at seeing a Flames puck up close. By the time you looked up from the kids, the team had skated off the ice and back to the changerooms. 

“Thank you for that,” A woman’s voice spoke up.

You smiled at the girl’s mother. “It’s all good.”

Everyone started moving to their seats after warm-ups ended. After buying a coke from one of the food stands, you moved to the opposite side of the arena and found your glass seat. Right next to the penalty box. You watched on as the stadium filled with fans becoming the ‘Sea of Red’. Something that was exciting to witness for yourself. It wasn’t long before the teams returned to the ice ready for puck drop. You were ready to watch the Flames win.

Marchand knocked into Markstrom making the ref call goalie interference. But that wasn’t enough. You watched as Zadorov skated to drop the gloves with Marchand. 6’5” vs 5’9”. Not exactly fair but that didn’t matter to a defensemen protecting his team. He screamed something in the Bruin rat’s face as he shoved him away from the crease.

“Get him!” the guy beside you shouted.

The ref stopped and sent them both to the sin bin. You watched as Zadorov skated to the one right beside you. He was pissed off and helmetless from the fight. He looked… sweaty. And sexy. He caught your eye and smirked at you. Whether he remembered you from before the game or not didn’t matter.

Calgary came onto the ice, waving thank you to the fans still in the crowd. The final score was 5 to 3 with Flames winning. Each player had something they were throwing to the fans. Some had pucks, t-shirts or hats. Many kids were back down against the glass but you just stood at your seat. Making sure to take pictures before you leave. 

Zadorov spotted you in the crowd once more. Paying no mind to the people around you. He grabbed a puck and skated across the ice. Standing before you, he held up the puck once more and made sure you knew to keep it. After you nodded he flicked it over the glass. 

You flipped the puck over in your palm again. Just like before the game. This time, on the other side of the puck, was an instagram handle. One that you didn’t recognise written in silver marker. 

“Me?”

Zadorov smirked and nodded. Tyler Toffoli bumped into him, the pair sharing a laugh. The other members of the team were heading off the ice. Zadorov sent you one more smile before the pair left the ice. You sat back down, knowing the three stars were yet to be announced. While you waited, you pulled out your phone and opened instagram. You searched the handle and a simple account popped up. A private account to be precise. As you requested to follow him, the announcers started the star presentation. Toffoli, Zadorov and Lucic were the three stars of the game which was awesome to witness. 

You followed people out of the Saddledome and continued your path down the street into the city where you occasionally went for post-game drinks. After a win like tonight, it seemed like many people had the same idea as you. You ordered your drink and found an empty table to perch yourself at. People watching was the entertainment for the night. Drunk girls dancing like nobody was watching. When in reality everyone was watching them twerk. Guys arguing over something stupid. It was like most of your solo nights out at the bar. 

“Well I didn’t think I’d see you out tonight,” A voice spoke up over the music. It was the certain Russian accent you’ve heard only in interviews.

The seat across from you was pulled out and Zadorov settled himself into it. Over the music the hollers of his already tipsy teammates could be heard. If either of you looked in the back corner of the bar, his friends were posted up. All celebrating tonight’s win against the Bruins.

“Well I decided to stop by on my way back to my place,” You respond.

Zadorov holds out his hand, “Nikita.”

You slipped your hand into his and shook it, yelling your name over the music. “So, Z…”

“A nickname already?”

“There are like 5 other Nikita’s in the NHL,” You state, “I need to differentiate them all.”

The smirk that came across the Russian’s face should have been illegal. “Yet, my name is the one on show across your back.”

“Is that how it’s gonna be?”

Zadorov chuckled, “It’s definitely a sight for sore eyes. A sexy woman wearing your jersey… It’s something most men dream of.”

Two drinks were placed on the table between the pair of you. Both looked up to see Toffoli already retreating back to the corner. Upon closer inspection, they had gotten your order correct. Zadorov was drinking what looked like stereotypical Vodka but anything was possible. Knowing athletes, a majority don’t like to drink during the season. 

“Well…” You smirk, “I originally wanted Tkachuk’s jersey but he was traded to Florida before I could buy it. Don’t you think it would have looked good on me?”

Upon hearing your words, Zadorov slid his hand up behind your neck. Gently pulling you closer over the table so he could whisper into your ear. “How about we go back to yours and I’ll make it so the only name you say is the one across your back?”

“Hm… Try me,” I retort, sending him a sly smile.

“Let’s get going shall we.”

“Sure thing Tkachuk replacement.”

On the way out of the bar, once out of curious eyes, Zadorov pulled you close and hand settled on your ass. Giving it a squeeze. “Just you wait baby. The only thing you’ll be wearing is my jersey as I make you forget everything but my name.”

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[wispyhearts-heaven]

Smut prompt 21 and 36 with lester and AFAB reader? except for 36 instead of being in a work meeting he was around his brothers-

21: “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

36: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB reader, modern AUish (smartphones), sexting, nudes, bareback (wrap it before you tap it)

Pairings: Lester Sinclair x Reader

Not my gif!

It wasn’t the first time you had had to wake up alone, doesn’t mean you like it. Lester was definitely a snuggle bunny, and feeling his warmth when going to sleep and waking was comforting even in the Ambrose heat.

But you didn’t have either of that. Not since Bo had rapped on your door at fuck o’clock last night and told Lester that there was work to do. A couple had come in last night and camped just off the road into Ambrose. And of course, Bo can’t do shit by himself, so he needed Lester’s help.

So here you are, alone and horny, in a bed without your boyfriend to make sweet morning love to you. And that’s really not your fault. It’s not Lester’s either but that doesn’t stop you from feeling a but naughty.

Getting Lester to understand how Snapchat works, you refuse to even think about the initial learning of a smartphone, was a challenge that you knew would pay off on days like this. You’re pyjamas consisted of one of Lester’s old shirts and you underwear, which Lester had stated many times how hot he found that. You grab your phone and open the app to take the photo.

You arranged yourself artfully on the bed, shirt pulled up slightly as your hand not holding the phone pulls your underwear down slightly. You bit down on your lip, smiling with half your face in the photo.

You smile as you send it to him, you’re heart beating fast. You see the arrow change and Lester almost immediately sends you a message, you open it.

I’m with Bo.

That’s not my fault

You respond back with a smile on your face. He doesn’t respond. It’s then that you decide to do probably the stupidest thing you’ve done in a while.

You open the camera again before you put your phone in the bed and stripping yourself out of Lester’s shirt. You lie back down, phone in hand as your reach your hand down your panties and start playing with your pussy. You moan as your fingers barely touch it.

As you take the photo, you leave your other hand in there as you type. 'I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then.'

You send it, continuing to rub and play with yourself in a way you haven’t had to since you’d been with Lester. You see the photo is opened.

A minute passes,

Another two,

Eventually, ten minutes have gone by with no response. You sigh and throw your phone down on the bed and figure you should get up and make yourself something to eat. As much as you would've loved to actually get off, you miss Lester and wish he could be there to take care of your problems.

You decide on ceral when you hear a car pulling up, slamming on the breaks. You furrow your eyebrows, leaving the bowl on the counter as you walk towards the window just in time to see Lester pulling stepping out of the truck, only barely closing the door behind him.

A smile graces your face as you move away from the window and walk towards the door, meeting him as the door opens.

"You sent me pictures of you NAKED while I was with my brothers!" He doesn't yell at you but it's a near thing.

"Well, I wasn't actully naked-" You start to argue before his hands come to your hips and pull you towards him. Your hands come up to his shoulders as he presses himself against you. You feel his cock grinding against you through your pants. "Hey, big boy."

"Shit, baby." He mumbles as you allow him to rock against you. "You drive me crazy." Lester pushes you back until you both land on the couch. "Nearly punched Bo."

"Hold on, you nearly what." You say as you push him back sightly as his hand comes down to your panties. You moan as he slides them to the side and pushes a finger in.

You see Lester's ears flush as he pushes in and out. "Made a joke about you- wasn't funny."

You smile at him and kiss his forehead as he pushes another finger in and you clench around him. "My hero." You move your hands down to his jeans to find the button. You pop it open and pull the zipper down as Lester kisses you.

You cup his erection and squeeze as you pull it out. He makes a noise akin to a whimper. "Please, fuck, baby."

You kiss his neck as he ruts against your hand and smile into his neck. "I can't be the only one having fun right now." You mutter into his ear. You take your hand away from his clothed cock and he whines. “Shh, baby. I just wanna get you out.” You grab his boxers and pull down realising his hard cock. “So hard for me.” You purr as you lightly pump him.

“Please let me fuck you.” Lester moans into your neck. You smile and the kiss the crown of his head.

“Of course baby. You just gotta loosen me up a bit more.” He slides another finger in. “Like that.” He sucks on your neck and your eyes flutter at the pressure along with the pleasant feeling of his fingers inside you.

“I love you. I love you.” He mutters into your neck as he slowly pushes another finger in. You hiss slightly. He moves away from your neck and looks at you.

“I love you too baby.” He curls his fingers and hits the spot inside you, shivers of pleasure running up your spine. He continues to murmur into your ear as he adds another finger into your pussy.

"Please, just put your dick in me, Lester." You whine.

"Don't wanna hurt you," Lester whispers.

"Please." You wrap your legs around Lester's waist. "Please fuck me, Lester."

"I've got you, baby, I've got you." He pulls his fingers out of you, which is quickly replaced with the feeling of Lester's heavy cock against your pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Don't tease me." You say.

"Sorry, darlin'," he says as he thrusts into you. Your pussy tightens involuntarily around him. "You feel so good."

Your hands tighten around his arms and you can feel your nails digging into Lester's skin, but if he minds he doesn't say anything. He continues thrusting into you and you moan when he thrusts right at your spot. "Lester." He responds with a moan of his own. You can feel his balls slapping you as he reaches a hand down and starts to play with your clit.

"Let go, darlin'" He mumbles into your ear as you feel your legs start to shake. He starts kissing you, using his tongue to open your mouth to him and you push back, one of your hands running up and into his hair.

It comes over you quickly, a shiver running up your spine as you clench down around Lester. "I love you, Lester!" You shout as he falters and comes inside you.

For the moment, it's just both of you huffing and puffing, with Lester nuzzling into your head. "I love you too. " He lays a kiss on your forehead. "But if you ever send me a message like that-"

"Please." You snort, "you can't threaten me. I'm too precious."

It was Lester's turn to snort. "Much too precious. Do you really want Bo seeing your nudes?"

"I mean..."

"No, absolutely not."

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[emmysinni]

Why Hello There, Old Sport !! ^_^

emerson (or rose's) writer blog kiddie strangler intro V1! :)

about me, before writers

most importantly, starting with the name.

i am EmersonGem, or just Emerson! (or Rosalina)

now for regions/about me.

minor, taken, 🇯🇵🇲🇽, catholic, 4'6. and i wish to be a doctor or surgeon, i am a artist and a editor, too

favorite music artists.

Soddiken, Cigarettes After Sex, Alex G, Cavetown, Mitski, Beabadoobee, Rio Romeo, Beach Bunny, Clario, Kero Kero Bonito, TEMPOREX, yungatita, Steve Lacy, Mr.Kitty (i dont support him) Sohodolls, Pastel Ghost, Eyedress, Marina, Toby Fox, Weezer, LUCI4, Odetari, Tally Hall, Lemon Demon, Bo Burnham, merrliee, Kikuo, SEGA SOUND TEAM, The Living Tombstone, Graham Kartna, Oliver Buckland, Fishcracks, Zkevin, Metaroom, Tupperwave, Tv Girl, Vacations, Salvia Path, Datfootdive, Goreshit (i don't support him)

and now, fandoms.

DSAF, dialtown, FNAF, deltarune, undertale, sonic the hedgehog (all games and comics), sonic.exe, JJK, homestuck, ranfren (i don't support the creator), little witch academia, mystic maze, days union, Soddiken song meanings, Deltarune: Chapter Rewritten, CRK, CR: OB, Phighting, TF2, Murder Drones, Regretevtor, cry of fear, sugary spire, pizza tower, cuphead, BATIM, vocaloid, valorant, south park and hellpark, overwatch, underverse, Laws Of Talos, Endzone, HJFONE, BFDI, BFB, TPOT, and lastly mad father!

comfort characters.

matt virginia, dave miller, jack kennedy, steven stevenson, peter kennedy, roger jones, Uzi Doorman, Scout/Jeremy, Spamton G. Spamton, Jevil, Scampton The Great, Phone Guy, C.C (crying child) The Chimbley Sweep, Karl, Climber, Steffi, and lastly Boombox!

now, time for writers!

what i will write:

fluff, normal, yandere, platonic, doomed, angst !! :3 (and X reader)

what i won't write:

incest, nsfw, or even slightly suggestive

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