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Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x Best friend reader: Part 2

Summary: When Eddie finally decides to make a move on his best friend, he can’t seem to find the right words. The only way to explain how he feels is to show her.

Warnings: 18+ Smut smut and nothing but the smut. minors dni // M and F oral receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (big no no), degrading and praise kink, slight breeding kink, cursing, cum tasting, face fucking, use of y/n but still mainly pet names.. just overall filth so if that’s not your thing, this isn’t for you lol

Word count: 3.7k

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A/n: Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.. here’s part 2! No seriously tho, I am overwhelmed with the reaction I got from part 1 of this… good to know I’m not the only one who absolutely loves pervEddie! Again, still new at this so any feedback is welcomed! Please send in requests of what you’d want to see more of! Thank you again, enjoy x

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Rushing out the door to his van, Eddie’s heart was racing. He had so many questions and so much to say, but didn’t know where to begin. Why did you play along? How long have you felt this way? Is this some kind of joke? Did you really want him to make a move? He didn’t have time to question things now. He wanted you and from what he heard and saw on that tape, you wanted him too.

He finds himself back at your place for the third time, speeding the entire drive there. A drive that usually takes him ten minutes was shortened down to a mere five. I’m mean, can you blame the guy? He’s been on the edge of an orgasm all day and now he’s got a chance with the person who’s the cause of it all? Yeah, he’s definitely not wasting anymore time. Getting out of the van, he makes his way to your place. He repeatedly knocks real loud on your door which startles you.

“Jesus, what the hell?” You say as you make your way to the door. You open it quickly, only to be left standing there with confusion written all over your face when you find out who it is that’s causing all that noise. “Eddie, what the fuck? Why are you beating down my door?” You ushered him inside and closed the door. “Is something wrong? I thought Wayne needed you?”

“I lied.” He says, not wanting to get into the details of why and only wanting to hurry and make his move. He couldn’t wait any longer and any questions you had would have to wait.

“What? What do you m-” he doesn’t let you finish your sentence before he crashes his lips into yours, holding onto your face with both hands. It takes you by surprise, but you finally settle into the kiss and put your hands on his waist. You had be waiting so long for him to make the first move and here he was, doing just that.

He backs you both up and forcefully pushes you against the wall. He presses his whole body against you, practically trapping you where you stand. He’s got you right where he wants you. Breaking away from your lips, he starts to leave kiss after kiss on your neck. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“Ed- Eddie” you try saying, finding it hard to get the words out at a time like this.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time, princess, you don’t even know.”

Eddie starts to gently grind himself against you. Groaning at the feeling of friction he so desperately needed, the wave of pleasure it gave him only making him more excited. Without even thinking, his hands move up to the collar of you shirt and rips it right down the middle. You gasp at the sudden ferocious nature of him, but you don’t stop it. In fact, you want more of it. You’re left there in nothing but your panties for him now and Eddie steps back so he’s able to take in the sight of you, in person this time.

“God, you really are beautiful. So fucking gorgeous, baby.” He says as he’s running his hands over your body, admiring every inch.

He leans down and takes one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting at it while using his hand to gently massage the other. After letting your nipple leave his mouth, covered in his saliva, he starts to kiss on your body again. He makes his way all over leaving small bruises across your neck and chest, causing you to moan in his ear. He reaches for your hand and guides you to his very prominent bulge that’s begging to be released from his sweatpants. Pulling away from you, he looks you in the eyes with blown out pupils, nothing but hunger can be seen from him.

“You feel that? That is what you do to me, baby. It’s all you. All for you.” He says, out of breath.

“Yeah?” You say with a smirk on your face. “I guess I better take what’s mine then, huh?”

You don’t give him a chance to respond before you’re dropping to your knees. He looks down at you, taking it all in. You looked like a fallen angel to him, so beautiful he could hardly stand it. You toy with the waistband of his sweats and pull them down only to be met with his leaking cock already.

You look up and wrap your hand around him. You gather up his precum and slowly start stroking, causing him to hiss slightly at your touch. “No boxers? How presumptuous of you.”

He chuckles lightly, “You could say I was in a bit of a hurry.”

You smile at him, then slowly lick from the base of his cock to the tip, feeling every vein along the way. You don’t take your eyes off of him as you take him into your mouth.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Look at you, baby, taking me in that mouth of yours so well. You look so pretty with a mouthful of my cock.” You moan in satisfaction at his praises and it causes a whimper to come from him. Hearing him losing control from above you turns you on even more. You can feel your arousal pooling in your cotton panties, leaving a dark spot on them. While one hand is stroking him as you’re bobbing your head, taking him as far as you can go without choking, your other hand reaches down between your legs and starts to play with your clit.

“Shit, princess, are you touching yourself?” Eddie coos. “So needy for this cock that you just can’t take it anymore? Shit. God, your mouth feels so good.”

Without warning, you take him out of your mouth and he stares down at you, visibly pouting at the loss of contact.

“What are you d-”

“I want you to fuck my face, Eddie, please?” You say looking up at him. He could’ve came at just the sight of you like this, begging on your knees for him to fuck your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you know I could never tell you no. Especially not to an offer like that.” He says while smiling down at you.

He grabs his cock and starts smearing the precum and saliva that was already coating it all over your lips. “Open up for me, baby.” You did as you were told and he slowly slides himself into your mouth, the both of you groaning at the feeling of it all. He grabs your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail in his hand so he can have a better view of what’s going on below him. He starts thrusting in and out at a steady pace, just barely touching the back of your throat. Wanting more, you try to push your head further down him every time he thrusts.

“You want more, baby? Hm? You wanna be my cock hungry slut? Wanna choke on my dick until you can’t breathe?”

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take it as a sign that you did want all of that. You wanted anything and everything he could give to you. Luckily, he gets the message loud and clear.

“Alright, but remember you asked for this. I’m not holding back once I get started, understand?” You give a slight nod. “Good.”

Eddie begins fucking your face at ruthless speed. He really did mean it when he said he wasn’t holding back. You can feel your spit and his precum running from the sides of your mouth down onto your chest, tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes with every thrust he makes.

“Relax for me, let me get deep in there.” You do and instantly his cock is even further down your throat. You can’t help but start to choke, fighting for air, but that doesn’t seem to phase Eddie. He’s so close that all you are to him now is his little fuck toy he gets to use to chase his orgasm.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s so much to handle, yeah?” He says in a patronizing way. “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. I’m almost there, I promise. Be a good girl for me and take it, okay?”

You can’t help but moan at the sound of being his good girl. Something about the sound of it had you dripping down between your thighs and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“Oh you like that? You like being my good girl? O-oh fuck.” His hips start to stutter, a sign to you he’s so close. “You gonna be a good girl and let me cum deep down in your throat? Have you swallow every drop I give to you? Yeah you are, you’re gonna take it no matter what.”

You moan once again and the vibration of it sends him into a spiral and makes him a blabbering mess, begging to reach his climax. “Shit. I’m so fucking close. So close. Fuck, oh my god. Yes, just like that baby, being so good. F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. O-ohh fuck. Shit, shit shit shit.”

Eddie pushes and holds himself deep in the back of your throat while you swallow every drop of his cum that you could. Some of it even spilling out the sides of your mouth, joining the rest of the mess you have all over you. He gently pulls out of your mouth and groans at the sight of you. On your knees, covered in his cum, hair a mess with tear streaks running down your face. Even in a state like that, he still thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Once he pulls his sweats back up, he reaches a hand down to you.

“C’mere.” He says as he helps you up from the floor. He wipes away the tears on your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss, tasting his cum from your mouth. This one is more tender than the last, him really taking the time to express his love for you. “You were so good for me, it’s only fair I return the favor, if you’d like.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, not at him, but at the fact he thought that you’d even turn down the offer, especially after what just happened. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows at him in a suggestive look.

“Bedroom?” You ask.

“Bedroom.” He agrees. He quickly lifts you up and places you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You shriek. “Put me down! I can walk ya know?”

“Yeah I know, but after all of that, I think it’s time we give your legs a break.” He walks into your room and tosses you on the bed. “Besides, I’d rather have you on your back for me anyway.”

He makes his way onto the bed, placing himself between your thighs. Leaning down, his mouth hovers over your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna take good care of you.” His voice alone sends chills down your spine. He begins leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body, from your neck all the way until he reaches the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, asking for permission to continue.

“Please, Eddie, I need it.” You whine.

Eddie huffs a slight chuckle while pulling your panties off, “Be patient, y/n, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”

You scoff at him. “Fuck you.” How dare he use your own line against you when you wanted nothing more than for him to devour you.

“You will, I promise, but first I need to taste you.”

He lays his tongue flat across your slit, lapping up your arousal that’s dripping from you and makes his way up to suck on your clit causing you to moan for him.

“Eddie..”

“That’s my name, do you need something?” He does it again, but this time he doesn’t raise back up. He stays there, going back and forth between fucking you with his tongue and sucking at your sensitive bud, making you squirm underneath him.

“Please, I- fuck, more.. I need more..” you beg, trying to keep your legs spread for him.

Face still buried between your thighs, he takes one hand to push your legs farther apart while the other makes its way to your cunt to slowly slip his fingers into you. Hitting that spongy spot within you, it doesn’t take long before your hips start to jerk and legs shake. The sensation of his thick fingers deep inside you, alongside the sucking and nibbling of your clit is almost too much for you to handle. You begin to involuntarily clench around his fingers as your body tries to make it to the finish line.

Eddie raises his head up just for a moment, “That’s it, baby, go on and cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me. Take what you need, I’ve got you.” Instantly the rubber band inside your core snaps and Eddie keeps his fingers moving to help you ride out your high. “There you go, such a good girl for me.” Once your orgasm ends, he takes his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. Moaning with pleasure at the taste of you.

“Mmm, so good. You taste so sweet, princess. Here, try it.” He comes up to press his lips to yours, tongues dancing around each other in a sloppy kiss. Tasting yourself from his mouth was something you never thought would happen in a millions years, and now that you have, you’re not sure if you could live without it. As you two continue to kiss, Eddie begins grinding against your naked core, the only thing in the way of his growing bulge is his sweats. Desperate to feel more of you, he raises up to take his shirt off. You pause for a moment to admire him like he did you earlier. The way his tattoos decorate his body and the light sheen of sweat forming on his skin already. The pause you took to gaze upon his body in admiration was misinterpreted by him as you being hesitant to go forward.

“We can stop if you want.. you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Eddie, look at me.” You sat up so that you’re able to reach up and cup the side of this face. “I want this, okay? I want you.” Your hand found it’s way back to the waistband of his pants and you tugged on it a little bit. “Now, when I take these off again, I expect you to keep them off, got it?” A smile jumped across his face and he was filled with excitement knowing that you truly did want this. “Yes, ma’am.”

You take his pants off, again, this time making sure he fully steps out of them before throwing them across the room out of the way. With the both of you now fully nude in front of each other, you bring him down to you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as a way of letting him know it’s really okay to keep going. He takes this opportunity to push you back down onto the bed, and reaches for his cock. He slid it in between the folds of your cunt to lube himself up “You ready?” He asks. You nod and he gently pushes himself into you. Inch by inch he slowly makes his way in until he’s completely bottomed out in you.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You say throwing you head back. Eddie starts to kiss on your exposed neck. “I know” kiss “I know, baby” kiss “just let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” another kiss. You give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before letting him know to keep going. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” With that he slowly pulls back then thrusts himself back into you, gradually speeding up to a steady pace.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good. It’s like she was made for me, baby, she’s just sucking me right in.”

“F-faster.” You sputter out. “Go faster for me, I can take it. I want you to be rough, please.”

With a loud groan Eddie picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you. The lewd sounds of your skin slapping together and heavy breathing takes over the room.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Wanted me to fuck you so good you can’t walk the next day? Wanted to be a good little whore for me didn’t you? Fuck, just taking me so well.”

“Yes! God, yes! Fuck, Eddie, making me feel so good, so so good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie reaches down to play with you clit, “Does my cock feel good, baby? You feel how deep I am? I’m hitting all the right spots, aren’t I? That pretty pussy of yours seems to think so, she’s squeezing me so tight.” You can feel you second orgasm coming along and can’t help but beg for more.

“Please, don’t stop. E-Eddie don’t stop. Right there, please, o-oh my god. Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been so good.”

Eddie nearly cums at the sound of you calling yourself a good girl. You had been a good girl, but hearing it come from your lips felt unreal. Pushing your legs to your chest, he’s able to get much deeper than before. “Come on, cum for me, baby. It’s okay, just let go. I’ve got you, let it happen, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Eddie! E-Eddie! Shit. I’m gonna cum. Oh my god I’m gonna fucking cum. Yes, god, yes right there. Yes yes yes.” You can’t help but hold your breath as your orgasm inched closer, and once it peaked, you moaned loudly while gasping for air. Lost in your orgasmic high, you didn’t even realized you had squirted all over yourself and Eddie. It was just the thing to bring him to the edge.

“Holy shit, you squirted all over me. Fucking drenched my cock, baby. Fuck, that’s so hot. O-oh god. Baby, I’m so close. Like really fucking close, where-”

“Inside. Cum inside of me, please, Eddie. I wanna feel it. I want you to fill me up.” Eddies eyes rolled back and he wrapped his arms around your body. Dipping his head down between your breasts, he starts to mumble nonsense. Having a one sided conversation just to help push him over the edge.

“Yeah? Want me to fill this pussy up? Sh-shit.. have you so fucking full you’re still leaking my cum in the morning? Maybe I’ll get you knocked up, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you, having my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting you to answer any of his questions and even if you had, he wouldn’t have been able to pay attention to the answer right now. He picks his head up a little bit and you can see his chest was flushed with a red tint that went up his neck and to his ears too. Eyes closed and his brows furrowed, his mouth hung open in an ‘O’ shaped manner while a bead of sweat ran down the tip of his nose, dropping onto your chest and rolling down the valley of your breasts. It felt like such an intimate moment despite how rough you were being. His breathing became heavy and uneven as he got closer to coming. His thrusts becoming sloppy and his legs started to shake.

“Oh-oh god. I’m gonna cum. Oh shit..oh f-fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. Gonna get it deep inside you. S-shit. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Here it comes, sweetheart. Here it fucking comes.”

Just a few more thrusts and Eddie came undone, shooting ropes of his cum deep inside you. Cumming so much it started to spill out of your cunt. He laid on top of you, still shaking from such an extreme wave of pleasure, face buried in your neck. Once your breath slowed down and evened out, he turned his head to look you in the eyes once again, pushing a strand of hair out of the way, and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. He pushed himself up so he wasn’t laying on you anymore. “You ready? This might sting a little.” You nodded at him and he slowly pulled out of you. You hissed slightly because it did in fact sting a little, but it wasn’t anything unbearable. Standing straight up, Eddie started to make his way out the door.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

You chuckled, “I didn’t plan on it.”

Eddie goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth to help clean you up. Once he was done cleaning, he maneuvered you both to where you were now laying with your heads on the pillows. He laid on his back while you laid on your side, one leg thrown over his body so you could cuddle up next to him. He traced shapes on your back and played with your hair until you fell asleep. He wished he could do the same, but now he has even more questions than before.

He knows all of this means something to him, and he wants to be with you romantically, but did you feel the same? Did you know that’s how he felt about all of this? Would you regret it later? Sure, during it all you both made comments about wanting this, but you didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, so you didn’t know what this was. Would it turn into something more or just be a friends with benefits type thing where you occasionally have sex? Up until that last part, he hadn’t really processed what had just happened.

Oh my god, he thought, he just had sex with his best friend.

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Mouth full, pt. 2

Aint over yet

Aged up! Billy and Stu x reader smut

PART 2 

Warnings :18+, smut, ghostface costume, thigh fucking,blowjobs, handjobs, rough, mentions of bruising and blood, knives, pet names, spit, cum, no pnv, and recorded sex (at the end), older men, female reader.

   With half opened lids and a sore, shaky body, you tried to get up from your bed. You were immediately pushed down into your back by Mr. Macher, with a grin. His gloves soft on your bruised flesh as he lightly rubbed it with a slight tenderness. Almost as if he was admiring the damage he had done, a masterpiece of bursted blood cells beneath your skin, causing a beautiful piece of work, his brush being his own hands and fingers. You winced at the pain, making him chuckle out, leaning down to kiss your equally bruised neck. “God, you’re so pretty. I just wanna fuck you again, and again, and again.” He growled the last one into your ear, making you whimper. You felt Mr. Loomis’ weight shift the bed as he sat on it, chuckling at your squirming body under Mr. Macher. He grabbed the strings of your tanktop you were asleep in and played with them. 

  “We were already missing you, so we thought we’d give you a visit. But we had the idea to show up in something a bit more nostalgic.”  He says, gesturing towards his costume. You wondered if they were both naked under it, making your legs clench, remembering the monsters between their thighs that caused you to end up like you were now, fucked out, sore, and barely able to walk without hitting one of your fresh bruises or cuts they so lovingly left on your pretty little body of yours. Each time one of them was touched, it was a reminder that you were now their bitch, their plaything. You loved it.

  “Jesus, we really did a number on you, huh?” Loomis grinned, shifting even closer to you. You gulped quietly, knowing you were too sore to do anything. “Oh its gonna be okay.” He said reassuringly, almost as if he had known what you were thinking, “We won’t go all out, we just wanted a taste.” He growled in your ear. Mr. Macher proceeded to bite against a bruise on your thigh, making you yelp out of surprise and pain, causing both men to laugh, your thigh throbbed from the new assault. Mr. Macher grabbed your ankles and thrusted your closer to him, making you instinctively close your legs. You knew it wouldn’t be hard for any of them to pry them open. They both almost took it as a challenge. Loomis moved to now sit behind you, getting ready for something, as Mr. Macher started to pull your little shorts down. “I’m genuinely surprised you didn’t sleep naked, start doing that. It’ll make it easier for us to visit you.” He grinned, a sinister way laced into his words. Once he got them off, you groaned at the feeling of your bruises hitting against all the surfaces. Mr. Macher leaned his face down to your core. “At least you didn’t wear any panties, a bit of a shame, you look cute with them on.” He was so contradicting in his words, it made you feel crazy sometimes. Not that it mattered because they drove you insane in different ways. Many different ways.

   “Stu, hurry the fuck up, I wanna hear her.” Mr. Loomis said, sliding his hands up your tank-top and to your breast. Mr. macher nodded and got so close to your dripping pussy, you could feel his hot breath already on it, causing you to quiver. He took note of that and let his tongue roam out of his mouth and connect to your clitorous. Licking and licking, with quick flicks, making you squirm and let breathy moans escape your lips. Mr. Macher didn’t waste any time as he connected his whole mouth onto your sopping cunt, and sucked away, using two fingers to enter into your little pussy with ease, making you flutter against his big digits. Mr. Loomis went on to grabbing your tits hard and squeezing your nipples in his hands, biting your neck, like it wasn’t already assaulted with bruises and hickies by them only a few hours ago. Your breathy moans filled the room as Macher brought you closer to the limit. You were so close, practically grinding against his face, begging him. 

  “Fuck yes, please sir, please let me cum, fuck let me cum.” You begged him, pleading for that release. Macher grabbed one your thighs tightly and held it away from his head so he could finish without too many interruptions of your shaky legs, as he continued to lick and suck at your sopping cunt, savoring your taste. His fingers pushed in and out of you, curling on the spot, making you see stars and he drove you closer and closer to your breaking point. You flung one of your hands towards his hair and grabbed a fistful of it, making his mouth go deeper against yourself, making you moan out, with a satisfied smile. Mr. Loomis looked shocked when you turned back to him, when he abruptly stopped playing with your tits. “Keep going..” you begged him, with puppy dog eyes as you face fucked Mr. Macher, hearing him moan against you, making you throw your head back against Mr. loomis’ shoulder. Mr. Macher had no complaints to your sudden action and rolled with it, happily, you could almost see that he was grinding against the bed, probably to relieve his aching erection. With another few long licks and delicious pumps from his fingers, you came all over his face, squirting on the bed, your thighs, and his mouth. Which he held open, with his tongue out with a sexy smile. You squealed out when you came, the hot white pleasure taking over as you came to your euphoria. 

   After coming down from your high, you weakly let go of Mr. Macher’s hair with a smile, him looking up at you with a grin. You look down and notice a huge tent in his costume. Well, you got your answer, they’re naked. Or at least he is. He shifted upwards and lifted the material, letting his cock fall out of it. Twitching and ready, precum already dripping from his pink tip. If you hadn’t already came, you’re sure you would’ve again at that moment. Mr. Loomis removed his hands from you and shifted out from under you, also moving the material from off of his cock too. They were both naked. That made you extremely excited. But knew you probably wouldn’t be able to handle them again, that worry bubbling back up into your stomach. Mr. Macher stroked himself and got close to your lips, just a breath away from kissing you. He grinned at your hitched breath, “stroke my cock for me, won’t you princess? Show me a good time.” He slurred a little in his words. This made your cunt dripping, and clench into nothing. Wanting more and getting zero.

   You nod your head shakily as you wrap your hand around the shaft of his pulsing cock. It was hot to the touch, ready for action. Mr. Macher’s face went straight for your neck as you started pumping his cock with your hand, oh so slowly. He let out breathy moans against your shoulder, his warm breath grazing upon your skin, sending goosebumps down your body. Your hand still pumped shading his cock, but it was getting harder to, without any type of lube, so you bucked your your hips and slid your slicked cunt against his cock, making you both moan, feeling his tip slide across your wet hot folds up to your clit. Once you started jerking him off again with a now wet dick, his moans became loader. 

   You look back at Mr. Loomis who’s eyes haven’t left you two, he was stroking his own cock, and in your eyes, he looked so lonely. All by himself as Mr. Macher used your hands. You stopped what you were doing for only a moment, making Mr. Macher whine in protest to you stopping. “What’s wrong baby? Come on, I was so close.” He breathily pleaded. You moved from under him, which you were suprised he let you, but you crawled over to Mr. Loomis with a smile, a sly little grin on your face. 

   You lifted your ass up slightly as you made your way to him, lightly shaking it. Mr. Macher had no hesitation to slapping it loudly, making you moan a little. “Want some help,” you asked “sir…?” You added a second later. He growled at that and grabbed you and jerked you upright. You yelled at this sudden movement. He turned you around and pushed your thighs together. 

   “Matter of fact, I think I can use some.” He whispered in your ear, before making you bend over, back into Mr. Macher’s lap, to finish your job with him. Your ass still up, so that mr. Loomis would use your pretty thighs to get off to. You looked up at Mr. Macher, who waited for you expectantly, you lick the tip of his dick and swirled over it with your wet tongue, to get it wet again, he threw his head back lightly as you did so. You wrap your hand against his cock, rubbing it vigorously with little moans, due to Mr. Loomis fucking your thighs, his tip bumping against your clit every time he bucked his hips. You pumped Mr. Macher, bobbing your head down to kiss against the bottom of his shaft. He grabbed your head quickly and pulled it back. Making you look up at him. You didn’t stop yourself from smiling as you continued your handjob on him. His face contorted into a sick little smile as he leaned down slightly. 

   “Baby, don’t think I won’t use your sore throat again. You already stopped once, and you’re teasing me now. I wouldn’t push it, I’m trying to be patient with you. But don’t think I won’t lose it soon. “ he growled, you nodded, leaning up to kiss him. He pushed into you as your lips connected. His tongue entering your mouth with ease as you still jerked him off. You could feel him and Mr. Loomis was close, due to the stuttering of his hips accompanied by Mr. Macher’s whines and moans. Your hands stroked Mr. Macher’s long and thick cock, feeling every vein against your wet hand, once you made it to his tip, you would slide your thumb over his slit and rub more vigorously. His moans grew louder when you started to kiss his tip, licking it and sucking at his cock. Your throat was still horribly sore but you wouldn’t let that stop you from putting on a show for these gentlemen. Mr. Macher grabbed onto your shoulders tightly, still letting you do your thing, to brace himself. Mr. Loomis had now bent over, still rutting into your pretty thighs, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed through the room. 

   “I’m so close, you wanna be painted with my cum? Want your ass to be covered in my seed?  I wanna see you painted in my white.” He groaned. He then roughly grabbed your hair and shoved your head down onto Mr. Macher’s cock. “I’d love to watch him paint your face, my little Mona Lisa” he chuckled. You gagged at the new intrusion of your throat, but the feeling that it was Mr. Macher’s cock in there did help a little with the pain. You felt Mr. Loomis rub your ass as he still bucked against your clit, getting you close to your orgasm too. Mr. Macher was the first to break, that wasn’t too surprising though. He let go of your shoulders and lifted your head up, by your hair. You gasped for a breath, his hand reaching down to vigorously jerk off his cock, and him finally releasing his thick, white seed across your face. His cum painted against your cheek and chin. You smiled and went to wipe it off, but he grabbed your hand to stop you. 

   “Oh no, no, no princess. Why don’t you show Billy how good you were to me? Maybe he’ll give you a reward for being such a obedient slut for me.” He cooed, turning your face towards Mr. Loomis. You looked up to see Mr.  Loomis smiling, his face flushed and his hair a mess. He looked so sexy when he wasn’t his usual perfect self. It was hot seeing him so out of his element, so messy, so desperate, so horny… for you. He roughly grabbed your chin and kissed you. His hips moving faster, his free hand grabbing your ass tightly. He grabbed you off of macher, still fucking into your thighs, hooked his arms between yours and kept thrusting. Mr. Macher watching, his soft dick twitching at the sight of Loomis’ cock disappearing and reappearing between your pretty thighs, every times getting wetter and wetter from your sopping cunt. Your legs shook as you got closer to your orgasm, looking up at Loomis, begging for release. He rolled his eyes with a smirk and thrusted faster, finally giving you enough friction to cum all over his cock, your moans filling the quiet little room, happy and horny. He finally came after one last harsh thrust. His seed all over the bed, and against your thighs. He was breathing heavily, a smirk heavy on his lips. He unhooked his arms, letting you fall against Macher. Your breathing was ragged, a smile spread across your face. After a minute you sat up. Mr. Loomis and Macher doing the same. Before you really realized after a second, they were getting dressed.

   “W-where are you going?” You asked dumbly, face and body still covered in their cum. You looked so cute with your doe eyes. They both looked at each other and back at you, sick and sadistic grind on their faces. Which made your stomach (and pussy) flutter. 

   “We can’t stay for long, pretty sure your roommate heard us and we got other things to do.” Macher said. You didn’t even want to know what other things was. 

   “We just wanted to make a quick stop your our favorite girl.” Loomis commented as he threw on his mask, face now the one of a distraught ghost. He faced you one last time, “we didn’t want to leave you all high and dry if we were gonna be out all night.” You could hear his smile. Once they both were dressed, they snuck through your window and disappeared into the night. 

   You laid shading your bed, still naked. You desperately wanted sleep and you curled up against your bed, throwing a blanket over you. Once your eyes started to give out and your breath started to calm down. You got a phone notification. You drowsily opened your eyes, thinking it was going to be your roommate yelling at you. But in your lock screen it showed an unknown number. You opened your phone to see a video… the video Mr. Macher took.

“Thought you’d want this for whenever you missed us ;)” said the message on the bottom. You smiled and put your phone down. You’d watch it tomorrow. For now you wanted sleep.

a.n (I’m so glad I finally finished it but I feel as if I have to defend myself now for how short it is. Yes I’m aware it is nowhere near as long as the first, and has a lot less content. I am aware of that. I would love to say I was excited to write this but really, I felt extremely pressured into making sure this was done. I didn’t expect my first pair to blow up like I did, and I’m hoping I can keep up with demands. But I have a lot in my plate as it is. I wish I could you guys what you need but I’m most likely going to be a one his wonder. It sucks but I know it’s true. To the pipeline who will stay with me and watch me slowly write more and more, I thank you for staying with me. I do have other stories I’m working on now but I’m not sure when they’ll be done. -🐸)

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[mamayan]

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

Good girls should just stay home, lest something goes bump in the night.

cw: NSFW • Implied Murder • Implied Serial Killer • Consensual Non-Consent turned Non-Consensual • Noncon • Dubcon • Abuse • Fingering (F) • Oral (M) • Deep Throating • Rough Sex • Attempted Murder • Hair Pulling • Degradation/Slight Humiliation • Dacryphilia • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • a little OOC • This story possessed me and basically wrote itself • Barely proof read tbh

wc: 7k+

Something must be wrong with you.

Or at least, that’s what you imagine the world would think if anyone knew what you were doing.

The room was dark aside from the blue glow of your computer screen. The black web browser with red lettering almost ominous as your eyes scanned the consent form again. It was a consent form just to access the full website, on the surface serving only as a dating type of situation for the BDSM community. Beneath it though were layers deeper than what the simple description actually provided. You only found out about it through a deep dive into multiple sub-threads of Reddit. It was a basket case of crazy, the majority of information or advice, but you managed to dig up one reliable looking source.

This website you were currently on. L@ce&R0pe.com happened to provide a wide variety of goodies, from sex toys to actual published books on shibari, there wasn’t much you couldn’t find. Except like all websites not swallowed up by the deep web, there was never any section like the one you wanted so desperately.

Except this one, because your mouse didn’t hesitate to shift and hover over the drop down section for MEET, where you could link up with real people for whatever your heart desired really. You trailed down to NEW FRIEND, and clicked. A new tab opened, this one themed differently than the main website. It was light blue and pink, almost like a baby shower, except the only thing on the page was a single drop down menu, and clicking it made your head ache. There were thousands of options, but thankfully it was organized alphabetically, so you could easily scroll mindlessly until you hit the C section.

You found what you wanted, clicking it as your chosen option and hitting GO.

The screen changed, this time it looked similar to a dating profile fillable. You worked quickly, efficiently even, as you typed all your information in.

Not your name or address, nothing silly like that. Just your measurements, your favorite foods or beverages, the color of your eyes, your hair color, your height, and even the style of your nails. It asked if you liked to brush your hair everyday, how often you showered, what shampoo or body wash you like. You answered them all, as invasive as they soon became, you never wavered. What brand of deodorant do you use? How often do you clip or file your nails? To what length? Do you shave your pubic area? How often? What style? How many sexual partners have you had? Where have you had sex? Which hole do you prefer? Are you a crier or a screamer? Does blood turn you on? Do you like physical or mental pain more? Have you ever been raped before?

They got more personal and physiological as you answered. You felt hot and stuffy despite the window being open and the cool autumn air blowing in. You kept answering even as your throat got tighter and unease nestled into your clavicle.

Do you want to know who your new friend will be?

This time you do hesitate. Knowing would make it feel safer. Knowing would give you some semblance of control. Knowing would be the smart choice.

You clicked “no” and submitted the form, sealing your fate as your hands shook and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You set the date for October 31st. Now all you had to do was wait and show up.

A notification hit his phone, lighting up the screen as cigarette smoke billowed around him in the back alley. A quick glance was all he needed to unlock and fully see the entire screen. The leather of his jacket rubbed against the brick he leaned against.

Halloween was probably the best time for such fun, crime rates skyrocketing and parties being loud and wild really left a big gaping hole for any type of heinous activity to occur. He grinned as the information poured onto his screen. His dick already becoming painfully hard as he read all your supplied information. You liked breath play, having someone spit in your mouth, even being slapped around. He was always amazed by the lack of shortage for sick freaks like you, but then again, he was one of them too. Licking his top lip, tongue piercing flicking out to rub against his cupid’s bow, he clicked “ACCEPT” on the notification. He had all your information, the when and where, and your adorable little comment of “Please don’t degrade me.” What more could he ask for? His smile is sinister in the low light off the neon sign of the bar, casting a purplish hue on his skin as he chuckles and shoves his phone away. Flicking his cigarette butt onto the dirty ground, he cracked his neck and knuckles before going back inside to finish his beer and round of pool with his friends.

He’ll see you on Halloween. He might even dress up a little for the occasion.

It’s cold.

It’s nearly November so you hadn’t expected warm weather necessarily, but it seemed chillier than usual despite your fairly insulated dress.

You dressed up as an angel, the irony not lost on you at all but it felt fitting almost for the occasion. The pristine white looked off in your surroundings. It was nearly midnight, but despite that the sidewalk of the park was filled with a fairly regular crowd of people passing through, on to the next party or home to sleep off all the alcohol. Really, you weren’t too out of place, in your white stockings and black heeled boots, the fluffy ruffled white babydoll dress that barely covered your ass or tits and the wings which were strapped around your shoulders and jutted out behind you. On your head was a slim clip which was attached to a white shiny halo that seemed to float above you, only a thin wire keeping it up. You’d at first felt a little exposed passing children going home for the night after trick or treating, eyes of judgemental families which you ignored boring into you, but now it was time for the adults to have fun. You’d already passed a plethora of college students or older dressed even more scantily than you, making you feel better, safer, out in the park you’d chosen. You’d chosen 0300 as your designated meetup time, but specified you’d be early in case they wanted to start sooner. So here you stood, under a streetlamp that illuminated you in a yellow glow, making you seem even more angelic despite the ominous darkness surrounding you. You were busy playing on your phone, scrolling mindlessly and trying not to appear too excited. Or scared. You figured it was a combination of both, the arousal and fear bleeding into one very specific but unnamed emotion. Tapping your boot to a rhythm only you could hear, the night drew on and another hour passed. The droves of people passing didn’t dwindle, but it was always a group, never a single individual which you hoped was your new friend. It was almost 0130 when you felt watched, goosebumps rising on your skin as you realized someone must be looking at you. A quick glance around showed no one though, and after ten minutes your hope dissolved into disappointment. It seemed your friend wasn’t an early bird.

“Hey,” a raspy, deep voice speaking almost directly into your ear, startling you enough to elicit a yelp. You turned, eyes landing on a dark clothed chest and trailing up to a hooded face you could barely make out through a mess of blue hair. His lips look a bit chapped, a small scar decorating a corner, but his teeth are white and straight as he smiles a grin that causes shivers to shoot down your spine.

…maybe your friend was an early bird, just not as much as you.

You take a step back, stuttering stupidly due to your overactive nerves and the earlier shock of his sudden appearance. “H-hi…um,” the stranger tilts his head, eyes still not visible, dark hoodie baggy on his frame. He looks a bit thin, like he wouldn’t have a lot of strength, his jeans having some strange splattering of fake blood or something on them. You lick your lips, heart ready to leap from your chest but not quite ready for the events to unfold.

Or maybe you were very ready.

“You’ve been standing here for hours,” he comments nonchalantly, hands moving to shove inside the large inner pocket on his hoodie, “Aren’t ya tired of waiting for your boyfriend?” His question is a bit confusing, and when you glance around you, it dawns that there’s no one out right now. When had the crowds dwindled to nothing? “I don’t… have a boyfriend…” you had clearly stated that online too, so he already knew the answer to your relationship status. Was he just teasing? Keeping this as realistic as possible? It made you a bit pleased. You fiddled with the ends of your cute frilly dress, exposing a small portion of your skin and garter belt which kept your thigh high socks up. His eyes tracked the motion, lips pulling up even higher making his smile menacing. Dangerous. “That so?” He asks, but it doesn’t seem like he’s too interested in a reply as he steps closer, his beat up sneakers so silent on the ground it’s a little unnerving. Since he’s playing along so much, it feels wrong for you to not reciprocate.

“What do you think you’re doing, creep? Stay back,” You hope he’s not offended by the name, figuring it wasn’t too mean or odd of a thing to call him. Your firm stance and defiant gaze make him pause, head tilting again but he’s quick to recover and laugh. It’s less of a sexy and deep chuckle like you expected, and more pitched and giggly. It’s almost creepy to hear from a grown man. Like a child from a horror movie laughing. “Creep? Yeah? Guess I am, but you know what?” His head lifts, and since he’s more centered under the tall street lamp, when he looks straight at you, two red eyes flash. “I’m a lot fucking worse than your average dumbass creep,” you jolt when he lunges at you, hand outstretched to grab you. It’s instinctive how quickly you turn and run, adrenaline helping you shoot off into the park where no light but the moon shined down. This is what you wanted, you chant to yourself to stay level headed enough to not truly panic. This was staged and as safe as possible. He’s not actually going to hurt you. You’d be fine, albeit maybe a little sore tomorrow morning. You shut your mind off and focus on running, though your speed wasn’t great in such cheap and unstable boots, roots and random objects on the ground constantly tripping you up.

You looked like the dumb girl in the horror movies, tits practically out of your low cut revealing white dress, strapless white bra damn useless and more for show than any real support or push-up. You huffed, digging in your heels when you heard a few twigs snap behind you, feet carrying you faster as you realized he was gaining on you quickly. He didn’t shout and you didn’t scream. The chase was exhilarating, your mind becoming fuzzy as your lungs burned for more oxygen. You hadn’t planned a chase, really leaving it all up to fate and your new friend, but this was perfect.

Until fingers tangled tight in your hair and yanked you completely off your feet, your shoes and legs going out in front of you as you landed gracelessly on your ass. Then an intense burning in your scalp erupts, a hiss of pain and a whine escaping as you slide over cool damp foliage, senseless grumbling coming from the stranger as he drags you into a deeper more secluded section of the park, away from any and all prying eyes. Not like anyone gave a damn. “I-it hurts!” You feel childish for crying, tears pricking your eyes but the burn was worse than you imagined truly, soft hands coming up to try and pry his fingers off.

He has a grip of iron apparently, not the least bit phased as he sighs, hauling you up and tossing you in front of him. You land weirdly on your left shoulder, a shock of pain numbing your mind as you heave for air and roll over. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with him. His hood pulled off, shoulder length blue hair now tied back and up into a little bun while some stray pieces frame his face and forehead. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as they take him in.

He’s young, maybe early twenties, with pale skin and dark bags hugging beneath his scarlet eyes. He’s got a beauty mark just below his lip on the right side, the scar you saw earlier on the other. He’s not hard on the eyes, cute even, but the strange air around him makes the close proximity fill you with anxiety. His eyebrows are thin and sparse, but he cocks one with a smirk. “Not gonna scream for help, crybaby?” The nickname makes you realize tears are streaming down your cheeks, you blink them away quickly, shaking your head and trying to find your words again. “I—uh, do you want me to?” Wouldn't screaming just make it more likely for someone to call the police? You figured a little noise was fine, but screaming seemed counter productive.

His eyes widened a bit, confusion painting his features as he crouched down more comfortably on his haunches to get a better look at you.

He’d been watching you since you got to the park. A single party in this sort of place always sticks out like a sore thumb. You looked more ready for a porno than a costume party, from behind the view of your ass indescribably arousing in your short little dress. It was both a slutty and innocent look you pulled off well, at least enough to make him riled up, cock twitching in agreement within his pants. He shamelessly rubbed it through his jeans, caressing the hardening length and letting you watch with glee. Your face made him snort, amusement evident as he chuckles and squints. “You like this, little freak?” You looked like you did, he notes. Your wide pretty eyes, still a little teary and red at the ends, showed your blown out pupils. You looked to be more star struck, not terrified like any normal girl chased through a park and dragged into a little corner between some trees to be out of sight. He watches you swallow hard, lips parting before closing as if you aren’t sure what to say to that question. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he grins, “a cute little slut who stood out at night all alone as if begging for someone to come along and do something nasty.” You release a tiny yelp as he meanly shoves you back, straddling your upper chest with his thighs as he hunches over you, looming ominously above with wild eyes screaming for chaos. “Good thing that I came along, huh? Make all your nasty little fantasies come true.” He watches you gasp as he presses his fingers against your lips, confusion evident on your face but you aren’t really putting up much of a fight as you open and let him slide two in. “Nasty fucking girl, look at you, when you don’t even fucking know me.” He chuckles, and while he’s teasing you mostly, he is amazed. You looked erotic as hell right now, little angel costume all wrinkled and a bit dirty from the earth below, pretty face a bit stained with mascara that had run a little from your earlier tears. You weren’t wearing the waterproof kind it seemed. Lips bitten and chewed on, plump and glossy from whatever glittery shit you swiped on them earlier now wrapped around his digits as he dug around in your warm wet mouth. “Suck on them, slut,” he orders, his smile dropping and face becoming more serious as you hurry to obey, a strange trepidation building in your gut. He groans as he feels your tongue wiggle and swirl, pumping his fingers a bit now and enjoying the little bleats you release when he chokes you a bit with them. “Wonder if you’re soaked down here~” he hums, leaning back a bit and yanking his fingers from your lips, wiping the excess saliva across your cheek and huffing a laugh as your features wrinkle in distaste. His hand moves behind him, easy access to your cunt due to the frilly dress hiked up almost around your waist, revealing cute soaked white cotton panties he growls at the sight of. “You really suck at putting up a fight, crybaby, but I think I heard somewhere that girls get wet when scared too…” those red eyes flick back to your own, "You scared?” He asks, almost softly. He watches you breathe, chest struggling a bit under his weight but your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away. “A little…?” Is your shaky response, and he wonders silently if you’re an idiot or just a pervert. You might be both, because when he lets his thumb dig into where your pussy lay poorly hidden, you moan for him and spread your legs wider. You make it even easier to search for his desired location, your swollen bundle of nerves. “O-oh—!” Your head falls back, little halo becoming a bit misshapen as it gets flattened to the ground, he tsks, fixing it with his free hand as he thumbs your little clit and watches you mewl and writhe beneath him, pleasure clearly visible on your face. Your hips buck and wiggle, body pinned beneath his and unable to get away or closer like you desperately want for more friction than he’s providing. “P-please,” you can’t help but beg, hoping your new friend is merciful enough to make you cum and not simply edge you all night.

It’s the pouty expression which makes him nearly feral, his grin spreading wide again as he keeps working his finger on your clit but his face closes the distance between your own. His lips just barely graze yours, and you are all too happy to part your lips and give him a sloppy kiss back, his own tongue finally slipping into your mouth where you suck. The smooth muscle in your mouth and the saliva dripping from it drive you wild, hands now dragging him closer and trying to make him do more for you. The heat spreads slowly however, his pace not changing, and despite his slim build he’s much stronger than you. You aren’t able to take any more than what is given, huffing in exasperation and groaning when he places more force before easing off. “S-stop teasing…” you whine against his lips, which were much softer than they look. He smirks, airy chuckle felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh, “how can I not, you’re such a rare find, I plan to take my time with you.” He kisses you hard to silence whatever whines you planned to release to make him give you more. Instead he forces you into a slow building orgasm that leaves him having to pin your wrists above your head lest your clawing rip his skin open. He works you gently and cruelly into it, loving how you gasp and choke for him, eyes rolling back while you shake almost like you’re possessed and soak through your panties. “There you go, heh, normally I wouldn’t bother to take my time with whiny bitches, but you’re more obedient and sweet than I first assumed.” He whispers into your ear as you come down from the mind blowing high, body limp and pliant like dough now. The insult from him brings out a little whine of protest, teary eyes looking at him with almost something akin to betrayal.

“I-I don’t like being called mean names…I said so online too,” he pulls up finally, the chill of the night attacking full force on your now exposed cunt as he brings your panties up to his nose to inhale. His eyes narrow, almost into slits as he pulls them back and shoves them into his hoodie pocket. “Oh yeah? You post that shit on your social media or something? Sorry, I don’t really use those trash platforms. I have a Twitch stream though,” he acts like this is the time for a regular conversation, even as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, yanking them down his hips to pull his cock free. Your eyes go wide, mind a bit blank and missing something, in favor of looking at him pump his length lazily. A trail of blue curls like on his head travel from his navel to his groin where it spreads out a little, the color a bit darker as it goes lower. He’s not one to shave it seems, but your eyes focus on his cock, average in length but girthy with a tip that curves up almost perfectly. It looks like a cock someone would sell as a dildo at a sex store. It was pretty, admittedly, as a few pearls of pre-cum dotted the tip and spilled over as he slowly worked it above you. “Hungry?” He jokes, but when you nod he grits his teeth and bites back a moan, the night truly more unexpected than he thought. “Open up then, crybaby.” He thankfully didn’t call you a bitch again, crybaby the less of the evils and more acceptable of a petname for your preference as you open your lips and awkwardly lean your head forward. “No need to lean up,” he mumbles, shifting until his knees now rested by your shoulders, tip just in your mouth and his forearms on the earth above your head. He’s looking down at you, and you lay back down as he works his cock in your mouth. He’s going to fuck your mouth, you realize a bit late, the position so easy for him to hit balls deep in your throat and prevent you from running just from his weight alone. You’re pinned to earth, the scent of crisp autumn becoming mingled with the musky masculine odor the stranger had clinging to him. Something smelled of iron too, but it was fainter and didn’t bother you too much, not when he seemed determined to suffocate you with his cock. You jerk a little, teeth accidentally grazing his cock and his hiss of pain alerts you that you’ve hurt him. He pulls up and out of your mouth, glaring ferociously as he looks down at you with contemplation. “Sorry—! I’m not used—,” the words leaving you mouth go unfinished as you’re suddenly looking away and down, confusion wracking your mind before white hot pain erupts across your face and you cry out in agony.

He watches with a cool nonchalance as you whimper and cry, holding your inflamed cheek and looking at him with teary eyes filled with questions. The sight doesn’t help his hardness, your face swelling a bit from the force of the blow already, but it was still arousing how you cried for him so easily. “Don’t bite my fucking dick and I won’t hit you, clear?” He’s grabbing you roughly by the hair again, yanking you up and no longer in the mood for that awkward position as he stands and pulls you to your knees. This position at least gives him a good eye full of your tits, shaking from your little trembling as you’re made to look up at him. His angry reddened cock next to your injured cheek is a sight for him, his hand gripping his shaft and slapping you lightly on the cheek with it, his hand in your hair preventing you from turning away even as you whimper in pain. “Okay, we’ll try this again, crybaby. Open.” You do, even as tears run like waterfalls down your face, mascara smeared and making a pathetic sight for sore eyes of you, you let his cock enter your mouth once more.

Because you’ve never been more aroused.

Your stranger isn’t nice, pushing hard and deep into your throat immediately and gagging you. You’re careful with your teeth, jaw already burning and aching as he locks his arm and hand, strands of hair tearing out as he works his hips into your face at an uneven pace. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, stepping even closer, blocking any and all exits and forcing you to take it. His cock didn’t seem so scary when he’d pulled it out, but in your throat it was a plug to your oxygen and felt too big for your poor mouth. It hurt, feeling him go too deep and leaving you coughing and sputtering and even still he wouldn’t pull out, groaning and pressing impossibly deep like he truly means to suffocate you. “You got a good little mouth pussy, crybaby. Fuck—take my cock, just like that.” He moans, watching as you struggle on his dick to breathe or swallow, slobber and tears coating his cock as he makes a mess of your pretty face. He doesn’t care that your eyes are starting to roll back, hands which had previously been clawing at his legs going limp at your sides. You acted more like a hole for him to fuck when you were limp like this, and it drove him wild as he grunted like an animal and rutted into your mouth like he held a grudge against you. Both hands dug into your hair, hands pulling you back onto his cock when his hips bucked you away. “Never fucked a—holy shit—ah, mouth so damn good before—, ah fuck, fuck,” he’s getting breathier as time ticks by, his own eyes rolling back as his balls draw up tight. “I’m going to cum, ready for me crybaby? Want it in your tummy or on your face?” He’s being condescending on purpose, but it’s a bit useless considering he’s rendered you nearly unconscious on his dick. He shrugs your lack of response off, pumping his cock down your throat until he sees stars and yanks himself free just before the first spurt misses and hits the grass below, he grips the base, pumping and shooting his next shot right onto your face. He yanks your head against his thigh, delirious face dazed and coughing softly as he finishes on your glitter and mascara run cheeks, using the tip to smear it well into your ruined makeup as he sneers at you from above.

“Hah…” he catches his breath, sucking in oxygen along with you as his gaze turns calculated.

“Wake up, I’m not done with you yet.” He’s more gentle now that he's cum at least once, tapping your uninjured cheek with two fingers as your eyes roll around before opening and looking at him.

He swears, your face making him hard again instantly, blood pooling to his groin at the messy sight of you in your white ruined angel costume. “You really are unlucky I was out tonight, I don’t think I’m gonna let you go.” His dead serious comment caused something cold to hit your veins, chills running through you as you gape in shock.

“W-what…?” He reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a foot long serrated hunting blade. He snickers at the blank look of shock on your features.

“What’s wrong, crybaby? No tears for me right now?” You’re shaking, getting paler by the second as you realize no, it’s not a costume, and yes, there is still dried blood on the blade. There’s dried blood all over him, his spree tonight ridiculously fruitful and his body still high on the thrill. Imagine his luck finding you. “T-this wasn’t in my profile, wh-what are you doing?” Now you look alert, now you act like a regular civilian, he notes cooly. “I only con-consented to the sex and stuff, I said I didn’t like—like blades or blood play.” Your eyes are wide as saucers and you have a cold sweat now forming and dotting your skin, shaky like on too much caffeine as your body dumped chemicals to help you run.

His head tilts, a few more strands of hair coming loose from his tie as those red eyes watch you without any emotion in their depths.

“Ah~ I get it now. Are you some kind of freak who links up with people online for this kind of shit?” He laughs, eyes not matching the manic toothy grin. “Sorry to disappoint slut, I ain’t your tinder or whatever match. Did you do it anonymously?” He’s beyond amused, thrilled by the horror dawning on your face as reality sets in. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He sneers, but he’s joyful when you book it, heeled boots caked in mud as they dig into the ground and you take off for real. True intent to get away now because he’s not your new friend, he’s a real stranger and his energy is nothing but malevolent.

You’re going to die.

It’s a sick thought that twists inside you as you push the hardest you’ve ever, scream bubbling up and out as you cry for help now. “HELP! Please! Someone! Anyone!” It’s more broken and hoarse than you want, his earlier abuse to your throat having taken a number on your ability to vocalize.

It’s empty. This damn park is empty.

Not a soul around and you can’t hear him coming for you anymore, and it only makes the tears fall harder as you drive your body to a breaking point. If no one is around you can at least aim for your car, your phone will take too much time to look at and dial the police, you’d be too open and that would mean—

Something—someone—smashes into you, your body thrown sideways by the brute force and flung roughly to the ground where you roll several feet.

It hurts—!

Your body and mind scream as pain lights up your shoulder, a previously dull ache now hounding for your attention so much it left you lightheaded. You twisted your ankle too or maybe broke it, already so regretful for the evening and your life choices that your shoes hardly broke the bank. It all hurt, and yet you still tried to crawl to get away, still eager for another deep breath of air in your lungs even if it hurt to do that too.

“Hck, please, please—help—!,” you’re a sobbing pathetic mess, and he couldn’t be more turned on by the sight. He dusts himself off like he hadn’t tackled you like a linebacker for a major league football team, his lanky form sinewy with muscle and his agility nothing to scoff at. He swirls the enormous daunting blade with a whistle, smiling more genuinely as he strolls towards your shaking form crawling away.

“Where do you think you’re going, crybaby? I said I wasn’t done with you,” he lands a solid hit to your middle, dirty sneaker smearing mud on your cute little dress, looking less and less white as the night wears on. The blow is not hard enough to damage anything, he’s sure, but you act as if you’ve been disemboweled by how you howl and heave. He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, settling one foot between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you’re left immobilized.

Your vision is blurry, going in and out of focus as you try, and try, and try to get away, cute nail polish chipped and ruined as you claw at the dirt floor for leverage.

He admires your tenacity. “You think you can get away? That anyone is coming to save you?” He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face as he laughs, the urge to gut you strong as he savors your useless little struggle. “Crybaby, look around! No one is coming! I said look,” he grinds out, dropping to one knee while his other leg remains planted on your back, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up to see what he meant.

There’s a fence. A metal chain link fence, and it had a sign your vision was too blurry to read through your tears.

“You ran yourself straight into the worst possible area, this is sort of your game over,” He leans down to look at you, yanking your head back and forcing you into an uncomfortable arch. He raises up the blade, fully intending to slit your pretty throat and watch your eyes as the light fades, but you blubber out a sentence which halts him.

“Y-you didn’t finish! E-earlier, hck, earlier you didn’t finish—!” Your eyes squeeze closed in pain as he yanks your head to the side. Confusion burned in him, and curiosity kept you breathing for now.

“Didn’t finish what, crybaby? Fairly certain I finished all over your face, if I remember correctly.” He has a sharp edge in his tone, something metallic fills your mouth and you realize you’ve bitten through your tongue in your panic. A few drops spill past your lips, catching his attention.

“S-shouldn’t you also f-fuck me too? I-it’s why I came out tonight, wh-why I, ah, d-did this,” it’s a long shot by any means, and he’s no fool, but you did make a good point.

He was still hard.

“Smart little crybaby, aren’t you?” He mutters darkly, setting aside his blade in favor of smashing your face into the dirt, keeping your head down as he presses against your back and yanks your hips up. Your knees are skinned from the rough handling, socks torn open and stained with blood and dirt while his calloused hands slip beneath your dress. Your breath hitches. You needed to think of some way out of this, some kind of plan to escape or incapacitate him.

He’s busied himself with your still dripping cunt. Two fingers roughly filling your hole and uncaringly stretching your tight entrance. “You really are a freak, wet even though you’re going to die, crybaby.” He felt a bit strange as you whimper and mewl below, hand slowing as he tried to place the feeling.

He shrugs it off, instead easily yanking down his jeans which were still unbuttoned and pulling out his cock once more, stroking his shaft a few times before he lined himself up with your puffy lips. “Fuck—,” he swears, eyes seeing stars as he pushes just his tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, mouth opening as licks his lips and stares down at you. “Never had pussy so good…” he giggles darkly, cracking his neck as he pushes each inch inside of you, stretching you out deliciously until you’re speared on his cock with his hips flush with your ass. “Who knew you’d be the best, crybaby.” He muses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, your little dress flipped up and over your ass so he can watch it bounce as he leans back on his knees to fuck you deeper. You need to think straight but it’s difficult with how good your body feels, the pain from earlier seeming to go away with a numb buzz as he fills your pussy, hitting perfectly against a spot that has you arching harder for more.

You really are a freak like he says.

You can’t help relaxing further, eyes dumbly looking to the side where your head rests as he pounds into you from behind, the coil in your gut growing tighter by the minute.

The clouds blocking the moon seem to part just for you, the full moon’s light no longer blocked and illuminating the little patch of grass he’d tackled you into. Something gleams, in perfect reach too as your eyes widen.

His knife.

He’d already proven you can’t outrun him, but what if he was injured? There’s a major artery in the thigh, if you hit that, wouldn’t you be able to get away?

He yanks back roughly, moaning as he feels you squeeze even tighter around him, velvet walls massaging his dick while he tries to fuck himself as deep as possible inside of you.

It hit you despite all your intentions not to, because this wasn’t safe and he wants to end your life and everything is wrong, but your body doesn’t listen. You cum with a shaky cry, and with an awkward turn of your head you watch as his head goes back and he moans, eyes closed in bliss as you coat his cock in even more slick.

You’re louder than you intended to be, but your fingers close around the hilt nonetheless, trembling with the heavy weight in your grasp, you use every ounce of energy inside you to swing it back into his thigh.

“Cute,” you scream as he catches your wrist, hand clenching so tight you feel your bones grind together as the knife falls from your grip. He twists your arm around and pins your wrist behind your back, holding it in place while his other hand remains at your hip.

“So fucking cute, crybaby. Did you cum just to distract me or was that because you couldn’t help yourself?” He’s getting a high from this, from fucking you and turning you into nothing but a toy as he bounces you on his cock, hips still but arms pulling you back and forth with ease. Scarlet eyes drink you in with undisguised sick glee, and he’s finally able to place the feeling from earlier.

“A pretty little slut trying to get her rocks off and getting shown why she should’ve been a good girl and stayed home,” he grunts, releasing you and leaning over, pinning you with his weight and nearly knocking the air from your lungs how deeply he hits you inside from this angle. Dirt fills the underbelly of your nails, your fingers digging into the earth just for some semblance of stability.

You had none. It was a sick and horrifying realization. You have no control. You can do nothing to stop this. As deeply as it made your gut sink, another odd emotion rose to the surface.

A bubbly sensation that tore through you as your tears became less from fear and more from overstimulation.

His hips piston in and out of you, bullying your cervix in this position as he ruts into you like a hound, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he moans and grunts.

You break again, spasm and cinch down on his cock like a vice while you wail as if in mourning. Maybe you are, for yourself at least. “Oh fuck—! s’too much—, please, I can’t—, f-feels good, hah,” your nearly incoherent babbling sends him over the edge along with you, his own dull nails finally drawing blood as he holds you for dear life as he releases deep inside you, tip kissing right up against you womb as he cums. You can feel it too, his cock twitching inside as the night seems to still for a moment.

He holds you for a while. Breathing you in, nuzzling his face into your neck and licking you. He holds you until his cock fully softens and it hurt to be gripped so tightly inside your wet heat, regrettably pulling away.

He stands, putting his sticky limp cock away inside his underwear and pulling up his pants, looking down at your ruined figure that had slumped over to the side.

“Y’know, crybaby… you really resemble an angel now,” he smiles, red eyes almost glowing as the moon blankets his back and shadows his face. His hair seems almost white like this, your tired eyes note. You don’t move or even flinch as he grabs his knife and yanks your limp figure up by your hair. Even now you’re still crying, face lax despite the rivers flowing down your dirty swollen cheeks. You make no effort to stop him, having given up completely.

He crouches down again, mostly eye level now as he makes you look at him.

“You got any last words?” He’s being dead serious. He feels strange looking at the almost glazed over look in your eyes.

“W-what…” your voice is barely a whisper, but the night is so quiet he catches it, “what’s your…name?”

An unexpected question.

His eyes gleam, smile ravenous as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers it.

“Tomura, what’s your name, crybaby?” He asks, gently, almost like he’s actually interested.

You hoarsely whisper it, your last time ever saying it after tonight. He hums, like it pleases him, before he brings down the knife swiftly.

Your vision goes dark, the strike mercifully painless. Your last thoughts blur as you drift into soft nothingness.

He releases your hair, grabbing your limp figure up in his arms as he chuckles and sheaths his knife properly on his hip. “Dumb crybaby” his voice almost singing the words as he whistles and walks away, the park dead silent but even if someone had seen you in his arms, he could just play the good boyfriend taking his sweetheart home safely. It’s not entirely a lie either, his eyes glancing down at your unconscious form, pretty neck unmarred but a bruise would likely form on the back where he struck you tomorrow. Tomura had never felt compelled to allow a victim to live, but then again he’s never fucked a victim either, so you’re the first for a lot. He supposed it made you quite special, his legs carrying him in the direction of his car in the parking lot about a mile south. Obsession and possessiveness swirled in those red depths as they looked at your figure.

“Good girls should just stay home…” he continues his sardonic little tune, his smile gruesome and foreboding.

Vibrant blue orbs check his surroundings again, noting once again his friend was a no show. Rolling his eyes, he knew it was too good to be true. Your profile screamed inexperienced and cautious, despite you clicking that you’d like him to remain anonymous beforehand. It didn’t matter, he’d just go enjoy some sorority girl pussy instead, figuring at 0330 that most parties would be winding down. Drunk girls dressed like sluts were his second favorite.

Dabi clicks the notify option on his app, letting the website staff know you never showed up.

Though, he muses if something did happen, the police wouldn’t be notified until it was too late. Halloween weekend after all meant you could be missing for quite a while before anyone noticed.

Not his problem though.

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Hi :D

I saw you're taking requests and was wondering, can you please write fluff with Bo Sinclair x GN reader where he sees the reader being really mad and breaking shit? (Preferably comfort at the end?)

Have an amazing day/ night,

PhantomCat 💜

BET!

A vase

A Bo x gn! Readership 

Fluff!

Warnings: fluff! Reader cuts hand,  blood, Bo and reader argue. Comfort and confession 

It all started when Bo kept flirting with some of the newcomers in town. You tried not to take it to heart until you saw her give him her number in front of you, while you worked on ‘finding’ a new fan belt for her and her friends car. You tried your best not to let it bother you, you really, really tried. But when they left to go explore the house of wax, which Bo so charmingly suggested, you two were left in silence. It kept that way for a bit until you finally said something.

   “You shouldn’t flirt with them..” you commented, as you cleaned up the garage, head looking down and focusing on your work. You heard him sigh loudly, as if annoyed that you were saying something stupid. 

   “ I think I’ll be just fine with what I do. Why does it matter?” He spat out, his southern drawl mixing in with his words. Your grip on the broom, now tighter. 

   “Because, why flirt with someone you’re gonna kill? Is it some sick game you like to play? Or just giving you her number would be enough to save her and her friends life?” You asked, with a sneer. Finally looking up at him. He scoffed at you and shook his head.

  “I suggest you mind your damn business about how I do things. You don’t see me bitching when you make comments about some of the guys that come in.” He commented, with sass. You laughed and and stared at him incredulously. 

   “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t bitch? Well here’s the difference smart guy,” you start, placing the broom against the wall and turn around to look at him once more. “ I don’t flirt with them, I barely talk to any of the people who come through. I just act like an innocent bystander in you and your brothers fucked up world that you’ve created. I don’t ask for much, nor will I. But when I do ask for the bare minimum, which is to NOT flirt with your victims, maybe just don’t. It’s creepy.” You finished. He walked toward you, only a step or two, a snear painted on his face. 

   “Don’t be jealous no one wants to get in your fucking pants. Not even Lester would try. Just because you aren’t pretty enough to get attention from me, doesn’t mean you get to tell me on how to act with girls who are.” He snided. You felt his words sting against you. They hurt, they were mean. Simple as that. He wanted to be mean.

   “Fine, you wanna be like that? Fuck you, have fun cleaning the fucking garage by yourself. Maybe I’ll prove you wrong and fuck that guy she was with.” You threw the broom at him and started to walk away. 

   “Don’t sell yourself too short now! Maybe he’s not into bitchy people!” You turn around to tell something else, but before you could, the group had already came back. Apparently the place was locked. You bit your tongue and walked away. Scolding the unknowing girl and her friends before walking back to the house. 

   You tried to keep yourself calm when you got back home. The place was cleaner, (thanks to you), and you went into the kitchen. You were gonna do something to get your mind off of the whole situation. To cook, maybe clean. Something, just something to calm yourself down. While you looked through the pantry for anything, his words kept replaying in your head. You hated how he would make fun of you when he was mad. He never liked losing arguments so he would reside to insults very quickly. It was never simple ones either, he’d go for insecurities or past mistakes you’ve made. He got personal. 

   You couldn’t find anything to do, so you just leaned against the counter, trying to calm yourself down. You felt your chest rising up and down, and your eyes watering. You wanted to stay calm, and not let his words get to you. You didn’t want him to win, yet here you were. Crying and angry, over his comments, again. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest thing towards you, and smashing it against the wall behind you. It was glass or porcelain , you could tell by the sound of it shattering. Your breath was heavy as you looked down to the smashed bits of a vase Vincent had made. The piece now laid into bits on the floor. You looked over to your hand and noticed it was bleeding. You had no clue as to how that happened. You didn’t care either. You were gonna have to clean this up. And apologize to Vincent. You went to look for a broom, but before you even made it out of the kitchen the door opened, the sound of boots creaking the floors of the house. You turn your head to see Bo, walking in. You try your best to ignore him and kept looking for the broom.

   “Thanks for leaving early, I got to talk more to the girl, her name’s Amanda. Pretty little thing. Sucks that the garage wasn’t clean.” He commented and you looked quicker, trying to just get it done. “You didn’t haft’a be such a bitch about it,” he started. But before he could even finish, you started.

  “Shut the fuck up! I don’t care, I don’t care that you wanted to get laid! I don’t care that you wanted help! I don’t give a fuck about what you want! Why the fuck should I care about you, or your opinions! I slave around this fucking place making sure that everyone can come home to a clean house. Not even a thank you from anyone besides Vincent! AND HE DOESN’T TALK! I try so hard to appease you and your brothers, to make sure everyone is happy and yet no matter how hard I try. You don’t care! It’s never good enough. You are never satisfied with what I do. You haven’t liked me since I got here, or have even tried to get to know anything about me!  So I don’t care, I’m done. You can clean up the broken vase in the kitchen.” You finished. Your eyes stung with tears, you had your hands out as you expressed with anger about how you felt. That’s when he noticed your bloody hand. He looked like he was going to comment on it, you cut him off holding up said bloody hand. “Don’t. I don’t care what you have to say.” You tried stomped off into the bathroom to clean your hand. Before you could even walk away, he grabbed your wrist, you try to twist your hand away but his grip was stronger. You looked at him through hazy eyes. You tried jerking your hand away again, to no avail. 

   “Stop. Sit down. You probably wouldn’t clean it right anyways.” He muttered, annoyed. You scoffed at him. 

  “This is exactly what I mean. You don’t care, I don’t need your advice on how to care for myself. If I did take it, I’d probably end up with an even worse infection, let go.” You ordered. He didn’t though, he instead started to lead you towards to couch, you try to jerk your hand away again. Making his grip tighter as he jerked you foward. He tossed you toward the couch, you hands instinctively went infront of you. Your bloody hand smashing against the hard arm rest of the chair. You curse out and grab your hand in pain. “You fucking asshole! The the fuck is your deal?” You yell out. You turn to look at him but he’s already walking away. “Where the fuck are you going?!” You yell at him.

   “Getting the gauze and peroxide. Just shut the hell up for a moment, you’re giving me a fucking head ache..” he groaned. He came back a moment later with said items and a bandage. You were still holding your hand in pain. He got on one knee in front of you and tried to take your hand, but you pulled it away from him. He rolled his eyes at you. 

   “Don’t touch me.” You hissed. You were still pissed off. 

   “I don’t want to, you’re lucky I’m even trying to help you.” He grabbed your hand, softly. He then took the gauze and placed it on your palm, gently swiping the drying blood. It was silent when he wrapped your hand up, not a word spoken once he tied it. You looked up at him after he was done. He let go of your hand, expecting you to jerk it away from him instantly. But you didn’t, it kept in his. You were still upset, of course. You wanted to kick his ass still, yell at him for being rude. Anything just to let off steam that he created, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight anymore. 

   “Thank you..” you finally said after a long moment. He nodded his head curtly and began to stand up. “Where are you going?” You asked again. He shrugged and looked over at you from his shoulder, a small yet comforting grin on his face. 

   “Cleaning up the mess I caused in the kitchen.” You felt your face drop a little after he said that, it felt like he was making fun of you again, like the little progress you made was nothing now, blown in the wind. “Sit down for a bit, you deserve to just chill out for a while…” he muttered something at the end you couldn’t pick up “darlin’…” 

  “What?” You asked, still sitting on the couch. He shook his head and looked for the broom. Somehow he Magically found it in a place you had looked previously. You rolled your eyes at that, he was always hiding things to piss you off. But I guess it came in handy for things like this, no pun intended. 

After he had finished, he sat down at the opposite end of the couch. He grabbed the remote to the tv and put something on. Not like you two were actually watching it.

  “Vinny’s gonna throw a fit over that vase…” he muttered once more. You lightly chuckled at that, knowing it was gonna be true. You felt horrible for the broken vase, you were gonna have to make it up to him later. “If you want, I can take blame for it. I wouldn’t want him thinking that his ‘best friend’ broke it in a rage.” You winced at the words slightly. You already felt bad, but hearing that out loud wasn’t feeling any better. “He’d probably be more willing to accept I broke it, having a bitch fit or something. Yeah, he’d believe that.. I don’t mind getting yelled at by him.” He noted, shaking his head lightly and laughing to himself. He looked over at you, noticing you weren’t really saying anything. He felt kind of awkward, so he Scrooched a little closer to you. You immediately noticed and made a face. He held up his hands, in a way to show you no threat. “Look… what I said back there was…” he struggled for words. You lifted your eyebrows in curiosity. Was he finally gonna admit he was being an ass? His face looked as if he was struggling for words so you helped him out.

   “Rude, bitchy, unnecessarily mean?” You suggested. That got you a small laugh. He nodded and looked up at you again, taking off his cap and throwing it onto the coffee table in front of him. His hair a slicked back mess, you liked it like that. 

   “Yeah, we’ll go with whatever you feel like…” he said… a small moment of silence followed. He took a deep breath and released it with a long sigh once more. He placed his big hand onto your thigh, it caught you off guard but you didn’t flinch away. That gave Bo enough confidence to keep going. “I wanna say…” you didn’t make eye contact with you as he kept talking “I’m sorry..” damn him and his pride. This was the first time he’s ever apologized to you and he couldn’t even look you in the eye. But you didn’t care, you felt your eyes sting with more tears, and with s wobbly voice..

  “Look at me..” you asked softly. He did after a few long moments. “Say it again. I wanna hear you say it to my face.” You said, with a grin, eyes still welling with tears. He rolled his eyes, but looked at you once more.

  “I’m sorry.” He said again, the grip on your thigh tighter. You smiled and nodded your head. 

  “I might forgive you, if you get rid of that chick’s number.” You suggested with a small laugh. Bo quickly reached into his pocket and took out the piece of paper with Amanda’s number on it. Crumbled it up and threw it somewhere away from you both. You gave him an annoyed look. “I’m gonna have to clean again.” Wiping away the small tears that had snuck out.

   “It’s a piece of paper, you’ll live. So.. am I forgiven.. darlin’” you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away from him. His hand never leaving your thigh. 

   “Maybe..” you muttered. He tsk’ed at you and grabbed your chin with his other hand. Pulling your face towards him. 

  “Nah, we ain’t doing that. You wanted me to look at you when I talk.” His grip on your chin, now a little tighter, pulling you every so closely, “ I’d like the same treatment. So,  do you forgive me?” You nodded your head, the burning in your cheeks now even hotter. He let go of your chin and flashed you a grin. “Good! Then I’m glad we’re on even ground. Vincent will be back in a bit, if he asks about the vase blame me. “ you nodded again and sighed.

   “I feel horrible for breaking it.” You mentioned quietly. Bo shrugged and looked over at the tv,       “he’ll be fine. It wouldn’t be the first thing you’ve broken in this house.” You look at him questionably. He looked back at you, his grin still painted on his face. 

   “What else have I broke in this house?” You asked Bo. You both heard a car pull up, assuming it to be Lester about to walk into the house. He looked back at you as he started to walk away. 

   “A pact that me, Vincent and Lester made when we first brought you in.” He confessed.

  “What pact?” You asked

   “A pact not to fall for your dumbass.” You felt your heartbeat faster at his words. 

   “Well how did I break that, if I wasn’t even involved in it?”

   “Oh you were,” he looked back at you. “Since you’re the reason I just broke it, like how I’m the reason you broke that vase.” He added. “Things come full circle Darlin’…” he walked away before you could ask him any more questions. Lester walked in with the dog, and you smiled to yourself. 

(This isn’t perfect but I’m not usually one to write fluff! So I hope this is good!)

#bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair fluff #come get y’all’s juice

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky verse

He runs a finger tip over your cheek bone, all the way back over to trace over your ear. Your face contorts slightly, but you don’t open your eyes. He holds in a giggle at the way your lips purse and your brows pull in.

“So grouchy,” he whispers, mimicking your tone when you tell Gwen she looks upset. It’s been a while since he’s stayed up and watched you sleep. He felt like such a weirdo the first time he did it, laying next to you in your queen sized bed in your little studio apartment. The glow of the street lights coating your face in blue and orange light.

He just couldn’t turn his mind off — work stress, upcoming travel, checking in with Steve, falling in love with you — all whirring in his head. But the softness of your face, your gentle snores, the way you buried your face in your pillow when you’d turn around; it was comforting to watch you at peace. To feel so safe with him.

You tucked in early. Your stomach hurt, your body ached, you’d been up since 4:30 wracked with nerves for a work project.

You made Gwen dinner and then kissed them both goodnight. Eddie spent a few minutes explaining to Gwen that sometimes Mommy goes to bed early and that Gwen still had to go to bed at her bedtime. It was a mini battle to get her put down, but he always wins — earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek before he left the room.

Feeling like husband of the year, he came to the bedroom with a mug of peppermint tea, only to find you asleep with your phone still propped up in your hand — snoring even though you always argue with him that you don’t snore.

Quietly, he places the mug down on your bedside table tucking your phone next to it when he eases it out of your hand. With a quick click, the lights are off, save for a starry night light in the corner for when Gwen rushes in when she has a ‘scawy dweam’ or needs her daddy to ‘check fa munstahs’ under her bed.

You hardly stir when he crawls in next to you, fine to just read on his Kindle while you lay there — and it’s then that he remembers how long it’s been to just have you like this to himself. At ease, quiet, no baby on your chest, not just ‘resting your eyes’, but asleep and safe — safe with him.

After your grouchy face you adjust onto your stomach, half your cheek buried in the pillow. A crack of a snore leaks out and he holds in a bark of a laugh in its place. With one hand he grazes his fingertips back against your hair line, thumb rubbing your temple in slow circles. The other clicks his Kindle on to settle back into David Cullen’s Columbine that he finally decided to read so many years after your first date.

He wonders if that version of him knew he’d be lying next to you while he read it after putting your daughter to bed. Rings on both of your fingers. Wedding photos in custom framing.

He thinks he always knew. He’s sure he did.

After another rumble from your mouth and nose rises you with a jolt. You blearily look around and squint at the brightness of his e-reader.

“Whaddime-izzit?”

“8:14,” he says quietly, “You wake yourself up?”

“Hm?”

“That was a loud snore, I think you—”

“I don’t snore,” you say, flipping to your other side to face away from him.

“Of course not,” he replies calmly with a smile. Eddie’s eyes go back to the Kindle when he feels your hand reach back in search of his. A warmth fills his chest, reaching up to squeeze your bicep and go back to running his fingertips by your hairline the way you like. Your little delighted ‘hm’ lets him know you’ll be back asleep in no time and he doesn’t mind.

He loves this. He’s so glad he chose this.

#orange colored sky #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #OCS EDDIE GIRLS COME GET Y’ALL JUICE!

[susielesbianism]

I love it when girls are in love!!!!

(Reblog, don’t repost)

#I. spent. SO long on this one. #and it wasn’t even the lineart I spent so long on! if anything that was my favorite part of the whole process #(I’ll save y’all the lineart rambling for now but just know I was SO happy with how it turned out) #the hardest part was actually figuring out how I wanted to render this #there were SO many attempts at rendering that I just. trashed #ANYWAY. suselleheads come get y’all juice #always ALWAYS thinking about them. lesbians <3 #susie #noelle holiday #suselle #deltarune #safeutdr #art i made #(WOO!! FIRST TIME USING THAT TAG IN A WHILE!!)

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve very rarely gets sick. He prides himself on it.

But when Eddie spent three days in a row in bed with a fever, puking every time he got up, and coughing everywhere he could reach, Steve had no choice but to stay and take care of him. Which meant he spent three days in direct contact with whatever virus decided to leave Eddie bedridden.

Halfway through his shift at Family Video, he turned to Robin and said he was going to pass out.

She didn’t believe him, laughed it off like he was being dramatic. “You’ve been hanging around Eddie too much lately.”

So when he passed out five seconds later, she panicked. He opened his eyes to her frantically trying to move him onto his side.

“Robs, ‘s not a seizure.”

“Right, but what if you puke?”

“I’m just dehydrated.”

He wasn’t just dehydrated.

He was dehydrated and feverish and exhausted.

He was sick.

Robin called Eddie to come pick him up, rambling nervously over the phone about his symptoms. Steve couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but he knew Eddie was probably laughing at the situation.

“He’ll be here to get you in 10 minutes. Can you please not pass out again because I don’t think I can handle it.”

“Sure, I’ll just tell my brain to hold off until Eddie’s here.”

“Thanks.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he settled on the floor behind the counter. Robin wouldn’t let him stand up again in case he fell and hit his head, which was actually probably a smart move.

When Eddie arrived, he took one look at Steve on the floor and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I warned you, Stevie! I said ‘you’re gonna get sick, you shouldn’t stay’ and what did you do? Mommed yourself right into the flu.”

Steve didn’t dignify that with an answer, mostly because it would take too much energy to give one. He stood on shaking legs and made his way to the door.

He felt so weak, he barely registered when his knees started to buckle. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and held him up.

“Jesus, Steve. Were you feeling this bad when you left home?”

Steve shook his head and let out an embarrassing whine. His head was throbbing, a dull ache set in shortly after he got to work, and only got worse after he passed out.

“Can you make it to the van or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can make it, just…help?”

Eddie kept an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist, supporting most of his weight as they walked to his van. He opened the passenger side door and helped Steve get seated and as comfortable as possible.

Steve let out another small whine when he realized he would have to move to buckle himself in.

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie was so nice. Maybe he could buckle him.

“Belt?”

Eddie wordlessly reached for the belt and buckled Steve in, his hair brushing along Steve’s cheek and chest as he pulled away.

Steve repressed another whine, though for a different reason, when Eddie’s hand brushed against his thigh.

His thighs were sensitive, even in jeans. Sue him.

Steve nodded off during the drive to his house, barely aware of Eddie singing along to something on the radio.

When they arrived, Eddie unbuckled Steve’s seatbelt and helped him out of the van. He was saying something to Steve, but his brain wasn’t processing any of it.

He could barely keep his eyes open while Eddie got him upstairs and into bed.

He could feel Eddie’s rough hands gently pulling off his jeans and shirt, but couldn’t offer much help.

Passing out really did a number on him.

“Yeah, I think it did.”

Oh. Steve said that out loud. Interesting.

“You don’t do anything halfway, do you? Get sick and it’s like your brain’s melted out your ears.”

Steve let out a giggle before relaxing against his pillow.

Eddie started to tuck him in, pulling his covers up to his chin and brushing a piece of hair away from his face.

“I’m gonna get you some water. You hungry?”

Steve felt his stomach turn at just the thought of food touching his mouth. He used all of his remaining energy to shake his head.

“Be right back, Stevie.”

**********

When Steve opened his eyes again, it was too dark to even recognize his own bed. It’s been so long since he slept with no light, he felt disoriented and scared that the power had gone out.

Just as he was struggling to sit up, he heard a grumble from the floor followed by a groan.

“It’s okay, Stevie. I’ll get the light.”

Before Steve could process who the voice belonged to, his bedside lamp turned on and covered him in a golden glow.

Eddie.

The room started spinning around him before he could say anything. He closed his eyes to avoid the disorientation, but it only made it worse.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve got ya.”

And he did. Eddie’s arms were wrapping around Steve and pulling him against his chest, solidifying his presence in one place despite everything else in the room moving.

Steve melted into Eddie, breathing in the faint leather and smoke smell that never failed to make him feel safe.

“You just have no filter when you’re sick, huh?”

Eddie laughed softly, brushing his lips against the top of Steve’s head.

Steve didn’t give a response, not able to actually produce words when he wants to, apparently.

“You’re burning up. I got some Tylenol for you while you slept. You should take some now and try to rest.”

“Stay?”

Eddie didn’t respond, just moved to grab the water from the table and hand it to Steve. He watched as he took the Tylenol, telling him he did a good job before putting the water back on the table.

Just as Steve settled against Eddie’s chest again, he was moved away by strong hands.

The whimper he let out stopped Eddie in his tracks.

“Are you in pain? Robin said your migraines get so bad sometimes you can’t move. Is that happening?”

Steve shook his head, immediately regretting doing so when the room started spinning again.

“Stay.”

It only took a moment for Eddie to adjust them both so they could lay down together. Steve wasted no time in curling into Eddie’s side, and Eddie’s hand found it’s way to Steve’s hair.

His fingers gently pulled through some of the tangles, smiling to himself when Steve couldn’t hold back a shiver.

“Feel okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Can’t believe you let me get you sick.”

“‘S worth it.”

“You’re ridiculous. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

Eddie only hesitated a moment before dropping a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Promise.”

They hadn’t acknowledged the way Steve had acted when taking care of Eddie. They hadn’t talked about the cuddling and small kisses to his hair or cheek or nose. They hadn’t even been around each other since Eddie was feeling better.

But this felt like a turning point - no more ignoring the way they felt about each other. If Eddie was reading things right, Steve wasn’t just like this because he was sick and slightly delusional.

They’d have a talk when he was better, but for now, Eddie let Steve suction himself to his side and take the comfort he needed.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #ao3fic #shout at me about steddie #my fic #tumblr drabbles #sick fic #I actually started writing this one before I did the Eddie sick one with no intention of doing an Eddie one #but then I ended up liking the Eddie one more so that’s what got posted #I still don’t like this one nearly as much #but y’all are hoes for sick fic like me so come get y’all juice