#fear david x reader

[dominantslasherking]

Your work is just perfection chefs kiss you're the reason I got into the community to begin with. If you can could you perhaps wright a part 2 for David Mccal please that includes smut please😆?! Your work makes me super happy so thank you soon much.😘

David Mccall with dominant Male S/o

(Pt 2)

click here for pt 1

Backstory: Growing closer, you just realize how sinister and obsessed David is with you.

Warning: Smut + Worshiping (David likes to worship you etc)

David had made sure to be in your life as much as possible, it was clear he was possessive and hated when others tried to get romantically inclined with you.

Currently, you were at Davids's house, (A house he shared with his weird ass friends) You actually had spotted David through the window, decided to knock on the door, and wait for David.

David had instantly brightened up at your arrival. "[Name] I'm so, glad, you're here, I missed you!" David said pulling your much taller frame into a hug.

David was typically this clingy and strange towards you, with his weird friends he always acted stoic and indifferent. David was indeed strange.

"Yeah, I missed you too." You muttered it's actually only been around 2 hours with you too apart from each other, but sometimes it's actually strange not having David stick to your side like glue.

But something strange has been happening recently, all your own male friends have actually been disappearing, even your sisters Nicole's friend Gary, ended up, going missing, just because you were only on friendly terms with him.

You could only assume it was David, you knew he was actually weirdly obsessed with you, he even got a tattoo of your name on his chest, not too big though.

"Let's go to my room." David had said with a gentle smile, his eyes coldly tilting to his weird friends that he shared a house with, most of them were criminals and such.

You simply nodded as David held your hand and went up the stairs, the house was rather trashed with graffiti and stuff, but the door to David's room actually looked nice.

Just as the inside. "Surprised?" David asked, showing off his actually well-kept room, but what rather distributed you the most was the giant picture of you, with what seems to be a makeshift shrine or something..

It was confirmed by David was fucking crazy for you. And you definitely didn't want to know what was in the box just below the makeshift shrine.

David was already taking off his shirt, showing off his lean body. Slowly, giving a smile. "I just can't help it [Name]..." David slowly stated, his voice cold, "I just love you too much to not worship you." David whispered seductively going in closer, as he raised his head to look up at you, his lips smashing against yours. His movements were precise, David had gotten you hard in no time, David was also completely rock solid, his lips churning as he took your clothes off, to reveal your own body. "So fucking perfect." David had stated as he started kissing down your chest, over to your pecs, and finally to your stomach. "Amazing,--fuck.." David's whispers of praise continued.

David's kisses trailed all the way to your cock, which was being eagerly stroked. Soon after David couldn't resist, and ran over to his bedside table and grabbed the lube. "I just, need you inside me." He growled out, as you watched him quickly return back over, and lube up your cock. "Sit down." He said with a grin, you complied taking a seat on his bed, as David positioned himself onto your lap. His puckering hole, slowly diving down on your cock. "Mm." You muttered out a small groan, as David's enlightened heat enclosed onto your rod. David took in a deep breath, as he descended himself fully onto your cock, as you were balls deep inside David. His hands were a bit shaky so he rested them on your thigh, as he slowly began to ride. This gave you a perfect view of David's hole devouring your entire length in all its monstrous size.

"Ohh~--I can feel you plunge into me every time I move like-" Instead of speaking any further, David sped up his riding pase, his hole tightening each time around you. the entire room was filled with the skin-slapping of David's intense riding. David's hole was noisy and messy around your shaft. David had suddenly increased harder, basically impaling himself onto your cock, David's movements slowed a bit as he came all over his chest, his puckering hole spazzing around your cock tightly, sucking you in deep, as he slowly rode.

After a while, David had calmed down from his high, and resumed his bouncing, feeling your cock twitch only made David more excited, as he threw his head back. "Yes, yes--oh fuck--that's right! Fuck all your semen into meee---" David cried out, as suddenly you splurged right inside his hole, David's body shook from pure delight as he purposely tightened his hole to keep in all of your cum.

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[kausstar]

kaus can't stop thinking about... david mccall x f! reader.

tags. talks of murder, obsession, kissing, violence, pantie stealer, eating cunt.

david mccall who’s so sweet to your parents. so sweet, they believe he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

david mccall who says “no, ma’am” and “yes, sir” to your parents with the smallest smile that barely shows teeth.

david mccall who buys you a necklace with his initials on it for your birthday and some pretty flowers.

david mccall who lets you play any song in his car you want.

﹢ who’ll watch you smile while you sing in his passenger seat, with only obsession in his eyes.

david mccall who doesn’t kiss you on your lips in front of your parents trying to give them the illusion that you’re still their sweet little girl.

david mccall who walks you to and from class at the university. walks you to his car too.

david mccall who keeps a hand on you at all times. arm around your shoulder, around your waist, whatever it doesn’t matter to him.

david mccall who’s definitely the type to lead you through a busy crowd by hand.

david mccall who hears girls whisper about how hot he is all the time.

﹢ who ignores those same girls when they try to twist their hair and smile up at him for his number. him looking down at them with disgust.

david mccall who likes how naïve you are to his psychotic tendencies.

david mccall who loses sleep when you’re mad at him. shrugs off his friends, barely eats. does anything to make you forgive me— anything.

david mccall who doesn’t mind guy friends as long as they don’t interfere with your relationship with him or hug you or try to talk you out of the relationship with him.

david mccall who you brag about to your friends. bragging about how good he treats you and how well he fucks you.

david mccall who kisses you with hunger on the brain. both your tongues sticky with each other’s saliva.

david mccall who steals panties from you every time you have sex. doesn’t do anything with them after, just likes keeping them as souvenirs.

david mccall who eats your cunt until your crying.

﹢ tears running down your cheek, legs trying to close around his head but his strong arms are keeping them open. watching you cry and feel you squirm with hungry eyes.

david mccall who doesn’t mind killing the guy who’s been begging for your number for the last month.

david mccall who dreams about fucking you in the back of his car. not caring who hears or sees.

david mccall who tells you he loves you when he’s balls deep inside. hand on your face, looking into your eyes as he rolls his hips into yours to feel your warm cunt clench around him.

david mccall who can’t live without the taste of you on his tongue- he won’t.

﹒ 2024 kausstar

@forstarkey mwah!

#ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 midnight #david mccall fear #fear 1996 #fear #mark wahlberg #david mccall x reader #mark wahlberg x reader #tw dark content

[vilentia]

Dark Charms

David McCall x reader

In the dimly lit ambiance of a downtown bar, the air was thick with the murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses. You were there, nestled between your two best friends, Sarah and Mike, unwinding after a long week. The atmosphere was lively, the kind of place that promised forgotten worries and fleeting joys.

That night, the bar wasn't just a backdrop for casual drinks; it was where paths were destined to intersect. Sarah, ever the spontaneous spirit, was caught up in a complex situationship with a guy named Chris, who, as fate would have it, was a friend of David McCall.

David, a name you hadn't known until that night, would soon etch itself into your memory. He walked in with the kind of confident stride that turned heads, a magnetic pull in his step. His eyes found Sarah and Chris, and subsequently, you. There was an intensity in his gaze, a silent promise of something more, something deeper.

You noticed him immediately. He was undeniably attractive, with a charm that seemed to seep through the very air he breathed. When introductions were made, his hand lingered in yours a second longer, his smile a little too knowing, a little too intrigued. It was disarming, the way he looked at you, as if he could see past the facade we all wear in social settings.

As the night progressed, David's attention was unrelenting. He was charming, his words laced with an edge that was both exciting and unnerving. He shared stories that made you laugh, then think, then question. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, his presence a catalyst for a rush you hadn't anticipated.

You found yourself drawn into his orbit, captivated by the duality of his persona. On the surface, he was all charm and wit, but beneath that veneer, there was a darkness, an untamed intensity that you couldn't quite decipher. It was both a warning and an allure, a paradox that intrigued you.

Your friends noticed the chemistry, a mix of concern and curiosity in their glances. Mike's protective nature was evident, his eyes often flickering between you and David, assessing, calculating. But the night belonged to the unexpected, to the thrilling unknown.

As the bar began to empty, the reality of time creeping back in, David leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "Would you like to go out with me?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It was a simple question, but loaded with possibilities, with the promise of exploring the enigma that was David McCall. You were at a crossroads, with the safe path on one side and the allure of the unknown on the other. And in that moment, you realized that you wanted to know more, to peel back the layers of this intriguing stranger.

Your "yes" was a whisper, a concession to the curiosity that David had ignited in you. As you left the bar, the night air felt different, charged with the potential of what was to come. David McCall was no ordinary encounter, and you, perhaps against your better judgment, were ready to delve into the mystery.

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[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Mature themes, use of drugs, shotgunning, intercourse, and mention of smoking and drinking.

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You went to your usual meting site, an abandoned house near the train tracks. Simon was waiting there, he texted you after you finished your school.

You were exited to meet him there, maybe he could share his cigarettes with you again or better some sweet alcohol.

As you arrived there you entered the house, seeing two figures not one, it was Simon and someone you didn't knew but looked familiar. The brunette looked awful to Sophie. His outfit was an black one with white lines and the text EA 45. The man looked at you then turned to Simon.

-I'll leave, call me anytime when you want you know.

-Alright old man. Simon said, playfully tapping the man shoulder.

After he left you asked who that was.

-Oh, Him? His name is David, he sells drugs, I wanted today you to try it out.

-Drugs? You asked with a little fear. Simon you know that it's almost night time, if my parents sees my high they -

-You can stay at my house today, I'm alone for a few days - he cut you off.

He grabbed you hand and guide you to the stairs where you two would've use them as chair. He lighted up the joint and smoked, inhaled it and then exhale it with an smirk. He gave it to you which you looked at him with fear.

-Hey, [Name ] if you don't wanna do it-

-It's not that Simon! I never did this before, I'm a little afraid...

Simon looked at you with sympathy, you, an person with good monthly income, good grades and respectful reputation. Someone like you shouldn't hang out with someone like him, yet you did it. He knew he will fuck you up, destroy you. Your parents always warned you about him. He always told himself to stop hanging with you. To stop before it's too late. He already fucked up by teaching you how to skip classes, steal, smoke and drink. Stop it before it's too late. He thought about it night and day. Yet your eyes begged him to not leave you, to teach you and maybe more fucked things.

An idea crossed his mind and shared it to you.

- You want to try - shotgunning? What's even that? Simon do you plan to kill me? You asked him sarcastically, but it was true that you didn't know what was shotgunning.

Simon blushed at the idea of explaining it, yet he got the courage to do.

-It's basically blowing smoke via the mouth into another person.

-You want us to that?

-I mean only if you're comfortable...

You thought about it, it's basically kising right? But maybe Simon was just nice to help you... There was always an small tension between you two but maybe it was all in your head. You nod and Simon smiled to you. He put his joint again to his chapped lips and dragged an much longer drag than usual. Damn you Simon, you want to put me in the fucking hospital don't you?

While you were thinking you gasped when Simon hand grabbed your chin, then he lowered himself to your soft lips. His cold touch making you shiver, his rough lips to your soft ones maked you go feral, hardly controlling yourself from actually kissing Simon for real.

The hot smoke blowed into your mouth and eventually into your lungs maked you immediately light headed, the burning sensation in your throat maked you tearing up tears. But overall it was an nice felling.

Simon looked down at you, smirking he then drag again from the joint, not giving you an change to adjust to the felling. His lips joining you again. His hand who rested to your chin, his thumb started caressing your cheek.

He pulled away admiring your flurstrated form. You looked like thinking, staring and making holes with your eyes into the floor beneath. Suddenly he felt an hand grabbing the back of his neck, soft lips chasing his rough one's.

You pulled away in fear when you realised what you did. He looked shocked. He didn't even kiss back. He only flinched back when you kissed him. That's it. He's gonna tell everyone that you sexual harrased him, your parents will hear about it and the worse - will kick you out.

-Simon, I'm so fucking sorry - you thought of an excuse, was this because of you being high?

-[Name]...

You feared the worst.

-I was only surprised...

Then two hands grabbed your face, lips crashing into each other, tongue already exploring each other mouth's.

You didn't knew when your bottom clothes disappeared, but the only thing you knew was your face being pushed into the wall in front of you, the brutal truths making your legs shake, your tears leaving an uncomfortable felling on the face, salty taste from the tears in your mouth.

-S-Simon please! Slow down! - you begged, over stimulation making you cry and cry.

Simon looked down where your bodies would meet , your ass cheeks being red from his hands abusing them, his palm print being so pretty there. He wanted more skin to feel so he brought you up, his chest to your back and your head resting back to his shoulder. He bought one of your leg up, the position making him enter more deeply. He stayed inside you an little, not wanting things to end too soon. His left hand grabbing your face to kiss you, which you thought it would be an affectionate gesture, which wasn't when Simon suddenly started fucking you again, more brutal than before, making you cry into his mouth, more tears wetting his face too.

He finally came inside with an grunt, your legs giving up, which he allowed both of you sliding down into your knees to take breaths. He was soo tired too that he didn't bother to pull out. Only breathing could be hear, Simon clothed body hugging you from behind, defending you from the cold night air. You wanted to say something when an train passed by, muffling any noise so you waited.

-Simon if this was only an one night stand please leave and never see me again if it wasn't stay with me.

Simon was shocked by what you've said but happy at the same time.

-[Name]... - he groaned like he was tired to talk too. What you want us to be?

-Simon, let's be lovers.

When Simon heard that he knew the he fucked up, fucked you up too. He knew that your relationship would be forbidden. He knew that someone will leave broken. He knew all. Yet he decided to risk it all and have you.

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Repost from my ao3 acc

#cry of fear #simon henriksson #cry of fear sophie #simon cry of fear #afraid of monsters #david leatherhoff #simon henriksson x reader #simon henriksson smut #smut #shotgunning #tw drugs #sex and drugs

[ladysmutwriter]

could i request something with a reader who is really obsessed with simon, like they view him as someone to be praised

I wash his feet with angel's hair

Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader

Gender wasn't specified so i went for female, if you'd like a specific gender of this lmk ;)

TW: obsessive behaviour, power play, teasing, masturbation, reader is not what we call alright, NSFW.

You felt.... in pure extasis.

You were kneeling by Simon's feet, your face looking up at him as tears ran down your face. But you weren't crying out of sadness- no- you were simply too happy, Simon had let you praise him, your throat going sore as you explained him how badly you loved him, how much you wanted him, how your whole being depended on him.

You would lick the blood out of his blade, swallow it if he asked, turn your lips a deep shade of red from the blood coating them- you loved him.

He'd sit down and masturbate as you sat by his feet, only praising him as he came over your face, it blushing as you cleaned yourself and kissed his face, telling him how good he was, how special he was. He wasn't sure if he liked you or the attention you gave him, but fuck- you were just so good for him, always knowing what to say, making him feel like a god.

He loved to see you cry as you told him how amazing he was, how you wanted his hands over your body, how your obsessed eyes traced his face with pure love, you both spending most days rotting in his room, your pretty mouth on his cock as your hands traced his scars, how your wet mouth from cum and saliva would leave kisses over them as you whispered how much you loved him.

"Simon, i need you" "Simon, i love you"

He was finally wanted by someone in his shit of a life- he finally got someone just like him -or much worse- to fill his void, with your pretty eyes, delicious lips and marvelous body type he liked to run his hands through, you were everything he envisioned in his life to need from someone.

He tightened the ropes on your wrists to the head of the bed, your whole body naked as he looked at you with hunger on his eyes.

Your pretty mouth whimpered and begged him to touch you, how good he made you feel, how much you needed him.

Only him, no one else.

His mouth went to your chest, mouth sucking and tongue playing with your nipple as his other hand massaged the other him, his hips humping in between your thighs as moans left his mouth, yours mewling as you got drunk from his attention. He went then to lick your stomach, his wet tongue tracing patterns until he got down between your legs, hot breath against your even hotter cunt as he went to suck on your clitoris, his fingers going to finger you as you fought against your restraints, the need to hold his head from the pleasure making you go blind, you only whispering out sweet nothings as your orgasm approached, Simon going faster as he felt your inner walls tighten, then fluids accumulating on your cunt, his saliva with your cum, glistening under the lights of his room.

Sitting between your thighs he moved his shaft along your sensitive vulva, his pre mixing with the mix over your lower lips, playfully teasing you by pressing his tip to your entrace, only to take it out when you began moaning his name, a small smile over his face.

He really enjoyed you.

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[slasherscream]

black girl high femme reader request here 👄💅 can we get a black!reader who's aesthetic is super girly y2k w/ crazy ass boys gang. Maybe she's got a little attitude but is sweet w/ the boys?? Thank youuuuuu 🧡

A/N: oh god yes i LOVE y2k as a black girl and i want to do a fashion wardrobe reboot when i have the money, don’t care if it’s just a trend i love it

crazy ass boys gang + black!reader who loves y2k fashion

billy loomis: First off he loves brats, he really does. He doesn’t know what it is about that little attitude of yours but it gets to him. The way you dress is what first got him eyeballing you. If we’re being frank, how feminine you were made him think you’d be the perfect victim (problematic? uhm, yeah.) Local man who doesn’t know how to separate extreme attraction from his murderous urges please stand up. He started talking to you and decided he was going to go on a few dates with you first though. You’ve gotta know someone in order to make their nightmares come true when you’re killing them! But he fell in love with you instead >:((. He’ll be angry about that for a while, honestly.

josh washington: Thinks you’re a baddie. This is the highest compliment since he’s always around baddies. He can’t help it, it’s the natural order of things. He’s rich, funny, outgoing, and popular. He attracts hot people in droves. He’s only ever got eyes for you though. Thinks your attitude is well-deserved. If he looked half as hot as you he’d have an attitude too. Likes to watch you get ready when you two go out. Also likes adding new pieces to your wardrobe. The reward is watching you look so good (plus the kisses, those are great too.)

stu macher: He likes mean people so he peeps your attitude quickly and it makes him go ‘awooga’. You’ll assume it was your looks but no, it was your resting bitch face. He really likes your makeup. Loves it when you do a lip-liner and colored gloss look. Always chases you around trying to make out with you because he likes the shine of it getting smeared everywhere. Gets you a lot of accessories and designer things. You stay decked out in baby phat and baby phat equivalent. Also, he loves to match.

jd/jason dean: Isn’t that impressed with aesthetics. He’s been all around the country and observed all sorts of cliques. Still, he appreciates your dedication to one particular look. Bonus points if where you live no one else is doing it quite like you. If you’re not afraid to stick out, that will definitely grab his attention. Dressed to impress even though you’re just going on a quick snack run to 7/11? It makes him smirk. You’re a little high maintenance, and it’s not typically what he’d go for, but there’s something about your Queen Bee attitude that keeps him locked down forever. 

kevin khatchadourian: As disrespectfully as possible, he does not care ☠️. Secretly he does like that Eva hates the way you dress (she is ever so slightly prejudiced, if not ever so slightly full-on racist.) This is something you have in common as she also hates the way he dresses. Doesn’t like it when you give him attitude but doesn’t care how you treat other people at all. Probably prefers it when you’re mean to other people. The smaller your circle is the more time you have for him. Is noticeably kinder to you when you’re being sweet to him though, so keep eye-rolls and teeth sucking to a minimum for your own sake. 

nathan prescott: Tries not to be obsessed with you but he is. You make him froth at the mouth. He takes one look at you and demands you start hanging out with his crowd so he can always have you around but pretend he’s not that interested. You see right through him and probably ignore his ass, just for a laugh, just because you can. This makes him even worse and bruises his ego. He’ll break before you do and it won’t be particularly romantic but you can’t expect much when it comes to Nathan and romance. Gift giving isn’t so much his love language as it is a compulsion because he’s miserable at showing his affection any other way. Loves the way you look but is not confident enough in his taste to buy you clothes on his own. Throws his wallet at you and demands fashion shows once you get back from your shopping spree. Some of your date nights involve him just taking pictures of you and instructing you how to pose. It relaxes him. 

sebastian valmont: What’s better than one bad bitch? Two bad bitches. You two look so good together it’s sickening. You don’t match, but the opposing styles you have wind up looking very sleek side by side. He loves shopping and always pays for the trips. Will even get you two personal shoppers that will bring clothes to you so you can have “lowkey��� dates at your mansion. You two are high maintenance together. Equally bratty. He loves that he can be bitchy with you but also loves that he can be sentimental and soft as well. Because of the circles he runs in, people have said one or two nasty things about you behind your back, like calling you a gold-digger. He has ruined more than a few people’s lives over these comments. Tells you about it too because he needs you to know he’ll take care of you in all regards. Romantic king. 

david mccall: You’re definitely not the first black girl he’s dated. He’s got “I regularly date black women” swag. He knows all the drills. Likes to spoil you rotten and get you to go soft for him. He likes your hard-ass persona too though. Parades you around because you’re literally the catch of the century. You two are attached at the hip because he’s toxic. There are no more girls only nights. He’s always playing body-guard. Upside, he looks hot when he’s staring people down for looking at you too long. You can always wear what you want because he’s always ready to fight. Sits and feeds you food while you get your nails and hair done and never complains no matter how long it takes. The only thing he does afterwards is fawn over the way you look and pay the bill. Again, he knows the drill. 

sparrow!ben hargreeves: Is very focused on appearances since he’s always lived in the limelight. He’s always put together so he needs a partner who is on the same wavelength when it comes to looking good. Knows you’re not dating him for his fame because you give nasty ass looks to the paparazzi whenever they interrupt dates. It honestly makes him laugh, which is hard to do. He loves your mean little attitude when it’s directed at other people. Do not get snippy with him or y’all will be yelling at each other anytime and anyplace. Apologizes to you with expensive gifts. You make him use his words anyways and it enrages him, but he’s addicted to you so he says he’s sorry through gritted teeth. (He thinks the thousands of dollars of Off-White clothes he got you should have sufficed as a “sorry” but he keeps his mouth wisely shut.)

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[filthforfriends]

Chapter 1: Checking In

The Sun is the Center of Everything

See Author's Note (CW: addiction)

Word count: 3.5k

Damiano David x Y/n

His family and his friends, mutual and otherwise, made tepid comments about Damiano’s wellbeing. They knew they didn’t have the right to ask anything of you, not anymore.

“Just checking in! I know the breakup was tough.” Tough. The word choice made you outright laugh. It was something you’d say to a child who just lost a football game. I know that was tough, buddy. 

“Hey, checking in, hope you’re doing well.” 

“I wanted to check in and see how you’re doing, y/n.”

“I know I checked in on you earlier, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” I was forced to choose between my sanity and my relationship, but God granted me neither.

“I’m doing fine, all things considered.” “Checking in” was their excuse to call, it was a transition to statements like, “We all miss you alot. Hope we’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” “Well, I’m glad you’re doing well, since I know Damia has been struggling.” “Have you heard from Dami? I was gonna call and ask how he’s doing as well. I heard he’s not coping well.” “You were such a force for good in his life. I think he really needs that.” “I wish I knew how to get Damiano closer to being fine, too.” That last one earned a real life eye roll. At least his friends had the etiquette to feel guilty for dragging you back into it. 

You were certain that your heart couldn’t bear to love someone hellbent on self-destructing. You were certain that Damiano wasn’t going to get sober of his own volition. He’d lose his temper when you’d bring up those two years of not drinking. Articles, books, podcasts, speeches, YouTube videos, TV, movies, therapy, support groups, doctors, even a sobriety coach. You spent more time on resources for his addiction disorder than you did self-care, or hobbies, or some days, even work. Your life revolved around stopping this behavior before he became a tragic stereotype and left a black hole in your life. Damiano’s life revolved around Maneskin’s unrelenting schedule. 

He’d do anything to reclaim his autonomy, but the options were slim. The documents from Sony US hadn’t been translated with nuance and you wondered if that might void some of it. Hoped, really. He’d signed his life away to realize his dream. Now all he could do is show his handlers that they’d bought a faulty machine. In fact, he was self-destructive enough that he’d do it just to spite them. 

The first time Damiano was hospitalized with alcohol poisoning, you found about a dozen ways to reassure yourself that everything wasn’t falling apart. He’d been sober for two years so his tolerance was low. Damiano was probably drinking the same amount. Then you found out it’d been hard alcohol, no mixers. Now the excuses were he didn’t remember when to stop. He had to relearn how to self regulate when drinking. 

Ethan had been the one to call the first time, when they’d managed to contain it. The second it was his head of security, Ronnie. In a totally normal and healthy way, you combed through Twitter for an hour. The knot in your stomach said the news would break and it did. Splashed across tabloids was a haggard looking picture of Dami that you tried to date based on his outfit. Your therapist called your behavior “obsessive,” but followed it up with a surprising amount of empathy.

“Tough love can be equally painful on both sides.” You’d never told her you still loved him. It was obvious. For the first time, carrying around all Damiano’s secrets felt like a burden. You’d never betray his confidence, despite how poisonous he’d been towards the end. SME had you sign a non-disclosure agreement in early 2021. You’d insisted it wasn’t necessary, that there wasn’t enough money in the world to pay you to talk to the press. Sony had simply said, “for now,” prompting Dami’s stereotypically Italian temper to flare.

Ronnie was more concerned with you telling Damiano that he’d relayed this information, clearly against your ex-boyfriend’s wishes. 

“Be honest with me, are you breaching contract by calling me?” There’s a very long sign on the other end of the line.

“Technically, no. He hasn’t taken you off his emergency contacts. I’m more concerned about the disruption it would cause.”

“Disruption?”

“Explosion. Whatever he’s ingesting has made him volatile, constantly on edge. The edge of rage, that is. We’ve stopped hoping for good days and started hoping for some good hours every few days, ideally around showtime or interviews.” 

“Wow, okay. I know he has a temper –”

“He’s never not angry. It's always simmering under the surface.” Through the silence, you can hear the sounds of the hospital. Layers of anxious voices and the constant beeping of some machine.

“You didn’t do this.”

“I know,” you respond automatically.

“Y/n, you didn’t do this. He did this to himself.” Dami had violated boundary after boundary as you set them. He became less recognisable, until he wasn’t the person you fell in love with. Full of creativity, light, good humor, who loved art and comradery more than he did any substance.

“I mean, I don’t think the breakup is why he’s so angry. The depression is probably from the alcohol. That’s actually why I’m calling.” Ronnie has the same tone of voice as those who are “checking in.” “The decision has been made, that he’s going to rehab.”

“Good.” With your back braced against the wall, you slide down onto the floor with relief.

“That decision has been made without Damiano’s consent.”

“Can’t you consult him?”

“No,” Ronnie says firmly. “Addicts aren’t rational.” It was the first time you’d heard someone call Dami an addict. Before now, that word had only existed in your own head.

“I can’t believe it got to this point so quickly.” Your cat, Princess, senses your anxiety and rubs against you. Dami had picked her out as a tiny kitten. When would she start wondering where her dad was? Maybe not yet, he was gone for long stretches of time on tour. Princess doesn’t know he isn’t coming home, and that thought both makes you jealous and sob hysterically. 

“Y/n? Y/n? You still there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you sniff, eyes burning.

“SME is using the full weight of its influence to force Dami into rehab. He might call you and say anything he can think of to get out of it. Don’t believe him. You can’t trust him right now.” The thought of Dami calling and begging you to fly him home, only to go on a bender makes you sick.

“Should I block his number and Whatsapp?”

“That's up to you.”

“You called to tell me it's up to me?”

“I called you to warn you. So you could steal yourself. So you’d know about it before the tabloids.”

“I suppose now that Dami’s hospitalization is public, someone is also gonna leak that he’s going to rehab. Cover their own asses?” Ronnie falls silent. “You know, going to rehab in privacy would be a fuck load more effective. Let them wonder.”

“I wish they would.” Here was the impasse you always reached. Damiano treated as a doll to be flung around for profit, as if he didn’t have a soul. 

“Fine. Thanks for calling me.” Each time, you tried to tell them not to update you in the future, and each time your tongue refused to form the words.

“Y/n, I have a feeling that something is really not right with him. That it could get much worse before it gets better.” Now, he’s managed to tick you off.

“Ronnie, I tried everything in my goddamn power to keep him from crashing and burning. More than anyone else! I devoted hours to –”

“Y/n, I know.”

“I couldn’t stop him from self-destructing. I tried!” The sound of tears creeps into your voice. “I couldn’t stand to watch it anymore. I don’t know if he was refusing to get better or was unable to, but either way I…tried.”

“No one questions that. I mean that Damiano might need for things to get worse for them to eventually get better. He’s stubborn and short-sighted. I want you to be ready.”

“How much worse?” you whisper.

“He might need to bruise his ass on rock bottom to stop idealizing self-destruction.”

“‘Live fast, die young’ sounds a lot like I’d rather stick it to the man than grow old with you. My ego is bigger than my love for you”

“I don’t know that that’s true, y/n. For some people it's a matter of time before they become addicts when they’re put into this pressure cooker. I’ve seen it before.

“And?”

“Only Damiano can pull himself out of it.”

“So I just wasted my time,” you respond bitterly.

“Showing Damiano how deeply and unequivocally you loved him might save him still.”

“I thought he had to save himself.”

“You’re telling me that after five years he’s not a part of you and vice versa?”

“No.” No, I’m not telling you that, because I know the opposite to be true so viscerally that it has almost destroyed me. The part of Damiano that lay in your heart should be withering in his absence, but it remained very much alive. How do you move on from someone you hadn’t broken up with? The version of Dami that caused you to end it wasn’t truly representative of his character. He was still in there, progressively buried under the rubble of this revolt. The man you loved was unreachable which also made it impossible to move on. Every day he held you in his hellish limbo. 

Damiano did his 30 days. Then 30 hours after discharge, he overdosed in Milan. You started buying a train ticket as soon as you saw Ronnie’s contact on the screen. 

“Is he alive?” 

“Yes, but he’s on a ventilator.”

“God damn it Dami,” you whimper, doubled over and on the verge of screaming into your hand. “What's happening?”

“That's literally all I know. Someone found him in the bathroom of a bougie nightclub and gave him Narcan, thank god. His lips were purple, so…” For a moment Ronnie’s voice is drowned out by a sob. “It’s gonna be messy. The ambulance was photographed.”

“Christ.” This would make international celebrity news. Every asshole who’d typecast Dam after Eurovision would be competing for the most public validation. 

“We don’t think it was intentional.”

“But how bad was it? Like would he think he was gonna die in the moment? Was he alone? How long was he conscious? What – what about organ failure. What if –”

“Y/n, I don’t know,” Ronnie says slowly. “I will call when I have more information.” You’d been on the train for 20 minutes before your phone rang. He was going to be okay. You balled up your coat and screamed, using it as a gag.

“Turns out, to compensate for the hangovers, he’s been doing cocaine.” Never has irony been more painful. “He wasn’t testing his drugs. The coke was laced with fentanyl. Another line might have killed him.” Only then does the possibility that Damiano could end his own life become apparent. It swallows up every other aspect of your reality, until you’re standing in the doorway of his hospital room. 

Thomas’ girlfriend Mia sees you first and runs in for a hug. Ethan and Vic were sleeping in their hotel rooms. Ronnie’s jacket is crumpled in a chair, forgotten after drifting off to sleep probably.

“Hey! Ronnie said you might come, but…” But I’m not Damia’s girlfriend. Perhaps he’d found someone new, and you were encroaching on their territory.

“Shit, I just thought that, um…is he dating –”

“No.” The amount of relief that provided was just evidence of how damaged you were. “He’s been in a coma for almost three hours, lots of good brain activity. He should wake up soon.”

“Coma?” you squeaked. In Tom’s eyes you saw how taxing this new Damiano had been. You weren’t the only one that loved him unconditionally. 

“Yeah.” Thomas rubs his face and sighs. “Fuck. We have so much shit tomorrow.” SME had scheduled a press tour as soon as Damiano was discharged, to make up for lost time. Everything was pushed back because the band couldn’t release something they hadn’t done publicity for.

“I’ll sit with him for a while,” you reassure. Mia helps Tom up out of the chair. After exchanging appropriate greetings, they exit the room, whose door remains open. Now you had to look at him. The ventilator emits rhythmic rushes of air, so your eyes find the source of the sound first. Then you follow the tubing until it enters Damiano. He’s gray, sickly looking like he had COVID again. Surely they already tested for that. 

The concern had been damaging his voice, like the tobacco and weed hadn’t already put his vocal chords on the edge of irreversible harm. How damaging is a plastic tube shoved down your throat? Alcohol caused esophageal cancer and coke eviscerated your sinuses. What would those do to his singing voice? 

You’d refrained from watching his gigs, but now you have the compulsion to find a video of this morning’s interview. It was just the talking portion, no performance. That was Sony’s idea of easing back into the public’s eye. In the thumbnail, he doesn’t look like an addict. Damiano’s skin had aged backwards while in rehab. He was beautiful, pale from so much time in doors, but healthy. The fact that he’d managed so much damage in a matter of hours made you nauseous. 

You sat in the bathroom while the feeling passed. The pale green tiles were cold. Should you leave? You couldn’t even work up the bravery to touch him. But if you left, Dami could wake up alone with a tube down his throat, confused that he wasn’t dead. Meanwhile, the fluorescent lights illuminate details in the reflection of the mirror that you’d prefer not to be made aware of. After pondering some adult acne, you decide that you aren’t the type of person to abandon someone, just because they abandoned you.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you startle the nurse at Damiano’s bedside.

“Geez, I didn’t know you were in there!” She brings a hand to her ample bosom while taking a deep breath.

“Shit, sorry. I was just…having an existential crisis.”

“Ah, so you must be the girlfriend, then.”

“Yep,” you answer automatically. After five years, that response was ingrained into your frontal lobe. This would have been the first time you answered no.

“I’m Maria and I’m gonna be your nurse this morning.”

“Morning?”

“It is…” she checks her smart watch, “5:04. So early morning.” Her chipper tone gives you cognitive dissonance. “I’m just gonna take some blood, just to monitor how his organs are functioning. Unfortunately a tiny amount of fentanyl can wreak havoc.” 

“His organs are failing?”

“No,” she answers firmly, going so far as to round the bed and pat you on the shoulder before putting on latex gloves. “He’s young and it's his first OD. He could bounce back quickly, but a coma is the body's last ditch effort at keeping itself alive. He’s lucky.” She gives you a knowing look. “I can recommend some great treatment programs, now that he officially has his Substance Use Disorder diagnosis.”

“Um.”

“Maybe we’ll tackle that around breakfast time. Now why don’t you hold onto his hand.” She ties a purple tourniquet around his bicep on his left arm while you gingerly take a seat. “Mhm, go ahead,” she permits, completely oblivious to the war raging inside you.

“Does – does it help?” Your left hand quivers, half an inch above his, close enough to feel the heat.  For some reason, you expect Dami’s skin to be cold too, like a corpse. 

“It can be difficult to find a good vein after an overdose.”

“Are his veins damaged?”

“We didn’t find any evidence that he was using intravenously. Unfortunately hypoxia, A.K.A. oxygen deprivation, is a result of –”

“Will he have brain damage?”

“You’ll have to ask the doctor that question.” 

“Does Narcan hurt?”

“No, but he’ll probably have a headache.”

“Does overdosing on fentanyl hurt?”

“It’s heavily sedating.”

“Would he know that he was overdosing?”

“Depends on how experienced of a drug user he is.”

“I’m pretty positive that this is his first overdose.”

“Then probably not.”

“Would he be scared then?”

“You’d have to ask him.”

“Would he be afraid of dying?”

“Honey, hold his hand.” Maria pats you on the shoulder as you finally set your palm against Damiano’s. His skin is warm, as always, and he feels sturdy. The sensation of his hand in yours brings back so many memories that you’re fighting not to drown in them. It's strange, him not responding as you squeeze down. Dam loved to talk about marriage, how the ceremony would go, the reception. You’d debated matching rings. Now you watched the blue line of his heart rate on the beeping monitor.

“Okay, all done,” Maria announced, smoothing adhesive labels over vials of blood. “The doctor will be in shortly and – oh.” She freezes, then presses the call button.

“Is he okay?” Your heart falls from your chest to stomach, out your ass, and lands on the linoleum floor. 

“Yep, looks like he’s coming out of it, actually. Stand up,” Maria requests, pulling on your arm. “Make sure you’re in his line of sight. Waking up on life support can be quite disorienting.” Damiano’s face looks the same, but then his pupils move under his eyelids. You’re the first thing he’ll see and that pressure is impossible to bear. 

“I can’t! I’m so sorry.” You rub your eyes then stand up, grabbing your purse and overnight bag. Maria doesn’t protest. She lets you leave in a flurry of movement and tears, throwing the door open so forcefully that it hits the wall. Once outside of the hospital room, you immediately feel compelled to go back. Dami had never done anything to warrant being left alone at such a pivotal, terrifying moment. You knew with absolute certainty that if the roles were reversed, he’d have never left your side.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath upon re-entering the hospital room, holding Dami’s right hand in both of your own. “Okay, I’m here. What now?” 

“We wait,” Maria answers, as a doctor enters the room. There's the medication given, vitals taken, brain activity analyzed. The waves on the monitor become closer together, then more drastic. Medical personnel may be accustomed to it, but the rapid beeping elevates your anxiety.

“We’re bringing him up out of it gradually, so he doesn’t hurt himself,” narrates a young doctor. “Mr. David will have regained a level of consciousness by now. Probably thinks he’s dreaming.” How would a person not startle while waking up with a tube in their throat? It’d been almost three months since you’d last seen him, but if you thought about it that way, you’d just run. Instead, you imagine that you’re waking Damiano up from a bad dream, even though it was typically the other way around.

“Will he recognize your voice?”

“Of course.” The response comes out defensive when you didn’t intend it to be.

“Talk to him.”

“I…okay.” You lean down, getting closer to his ear. “Dami, it’s y/n. It’s y/n, I’m really here. It's me, baby.” That last word gets stuck in your throat. It’d be so long. How many messages had you missed? He must have tried to contact you.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t answered. I don’t know the right things to say. I don’t know if saying something is the right thing.” Maria and the other nurse in the room are looking at you with a bit of judgment, but the doctor is focused on the monitors.

“Great. That’s great.” You raise a shaky hand to Damiano’s cheek and brush your thumb back and forth.

“As soon as I heard, I got on a train. I still think about you everyday, even more than when we were together. Hopefully you won’t remember any of this, me babbling on. I’d call it pathetic, but you wouldn’t like that.”

“Page whatever respiratory therapist is on call this morning, please. Thank you.” For another couple minutes you wait for improvement, signs that your boyfriend still existed in this body. The doctor is enthralled in what appears to be unchanging information to you, and administers another dose of something. 

“I always thought it was kind of sudden,” you confess. “Damia, if you can hear me, come towards the surface.”

“He can definitely hear you. I’m Dr. Williams, by the way, or just Paul.” The young physician never breaks focus. “Common misconception. If waking up from sleep isn’t instant, why would waking up from a coma be,” he chuckles. Damiano’s hand twitches at the wrist, like a muscle spasm.

“He just moved!”

“Mm-hm.”

“Is everything okay?” Ethan exclaims, having walked in while all your focus was elsewhere. Someone herds him into the hall and closes the door. Then Dami squeezes down on your hand, properly, like he intends to. His eyes flutter and you feel his presence enter the room.

Notes: Chapter 2 posted on Sunday. Let me know if you find this fic interesting/compelling so far. I'll be posting two short chapters a week, word count ranging from 2.9 - 7.3k. Hello to the new members of my taglist!

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Reprieve

Kino Loy finds reprieve in his memories every night while lying in his prison cell.

Wake Up, Look Me in the Eyes Again | 3.2k | Kino Loy x M!Reader

Alone in your cell, you have to do something to get Kino Loy out of your head. Unfortunately, he catches you. Or rather, very fortunately, as luck would have it.

Wants, Needs, and Clerical Errors | 22.9k | Kino Loy x F!Reader

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You're only on Narkina 5 due to a mistake on your transfer paperwork and no one in charge seems to care. The work is horrific and being the only woman there is a nightmare, but Kino Loy is... intriguing. Okay, he's hot. He's very hot.

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You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

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It was so easy to develop a crush on Liam Black. He's sweet, handsome, funny, and all of your conversations feel effortless. How could you not? Maybe it was too easy because you're starting to fall a little deeper and you can't stop calling him whenever you need a taxi.

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First: I just want to say that I think you're awesome and wonderful, and this Halloween/horror themed event is SO COOL. 🖤 Such a brilliant idea.

Second:

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - David Robey going apple picking 🥺

🕸️ Caught - You were in Liam Black's taxi when a zombie outbreak hit. Could take place in the beginning or a few weeks/months after and you're still together (😏). Dealer's choice, I just want to put that man in a Situation. 😌

📼 Scary Movie - 😁💕

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will make you a moodboard! 🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words) 📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!

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Thank you, Tara 😭🥹💕💕 I think you're just amazing as well!!

Ok, I've actually never been apple picking and now I want to go!! I won't lie, I was listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey while making this, specifically "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" and "Say Yes to Heaven". I wanted this dreamy romantic vibe especially since David might be so reluctant to be affectionate 🥹🥰

For a movie, I am nervous because I feel like you're such a horror connoisseur 😂 I want something I know we both can deep dive and analyze because I know we both would.

OF COURSE we'd watch Luther and I want to rewatch the Menu with you because I know we can swap details throughout the film 🥰💕

The movie I'd watch with you is-!

A psychological horror that I feel you appreciate/would appreciate! This movie scared me the first time I saw it, it was so creepy and eerie, I thought about it for a few days! Again, I can see us both offering our own commentary on the film and theories!

Now for the last bit!

Zombie Outbreak with Liam Black

Tags: mentions of gore, stalking, allusions to p in v, f!reader

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Steam from the heat of your bodies fills the car. You rest on top of Liam in the backseat of his vehicle, his hand on the small of your back holding you to him while the two of you catch your breath. The flimsy throw blanket covering you two.

The world went to shit so fast and when it did you were in the backseat of Liam’s taxi.

It’s been about a month now and it was only a matter of time before you discovered the truth about Liam; about how he had been following you in the days leading up to the outbreak. He watched you, managed to steal from your purse when you weren’t looking, and found out intimate details of your life. You learned he was using these to get close to you and yet, in the midst of your anger, frustration, and hurt after finding out, you still slept with him.

In the backseat of his taxi.

Not like you had anything better to do.

“They’re coming again,” Liam says with a sigh.

The growls and gurgles of the undead shambling in your direction can be heard in the distance.

Clumsily, you two maneuver in the backseat to redress and then climb into the front seats. Liam starts the car and drives off to get you two away from the horde of trudging corpses. You look behind you and through the rear windshield; a few strays can be seen, some without arms, others with internals spilling from their bodies, and some that are…just unrecognizable.

You and Liam make it to the countryside where you locate a few abandoned vehicles. The two of you make quick work of siphoning the fuel from them.

You lean up against his car as he fills it up with the fuel gathered. “So what was the goal?”

“What?” he asks.

“Were you going to sleep with me and then dip?”

He sighs. He understands that you’re upset with what he’s done and doesn’t expect you to forgive him. He isn’t sure if he forgives himself. “No, it wasn’t like that,” he explains. “I just…I knew you wouldn’t have liked me if…you knew who I was.”

“And who were you? Hm??” You give him a pointed glare.

“Nobody,” he replies softly.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Liam packs up the supplies for the fuel. “That should last us awhile,” he says.

The two of you get back into the car and resume driving.

“I wish you had given me a chance,” you say as you turn to Liam. “To know you, the real you, not the person you pretended to be.”

“Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have given me that chance,” he replies.

“You don’t know that,” you quip. “Stop being afraid. Not like we have anything better to do so you might as well drop the act.”

There’s the hint of a smile on his face.

“….you don’t actually like Turkish Delight do you?” you ask, referring to one of the things he learned about you.

Liam sighs. “Does anyone?”

You chuckle. “Not many people do, I suppose.”

“You may very well be the only person left alive that enjoys it,” he chuckles. “More for you.”

You laugh.

The two of you continue the drive getting to know each other; no lies and no more subterfuge. Only the truth.

I hope you liked it!!

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Aaron Hotchner - Oneshot (Criminal Minds/Grimm Crossover)

“Can we just go over what happened again?”

When you were called to Aaron Hotchner’s office, you didn’t think it was for another report. Earlier that day the unsub they’d been tracking had made a bold move. He’d infiltrated the BAU. Unlucky for him, he’d decided to take you hostage. When they found him he was unconscious with a claw mark across his face.

You’d confessed to striking him, after all it was self defense. But you insisted that the mark was not your doing. No one asked questions. No one but Hotch it seemed. You worked in another department. The meeting was purely coincidence. So now why did the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit want to run through the events again.

“I don’t mean to be rude sir, but I spoke to the agents earlier. I defended myself. That was all. “

“You don’t seem affected, most people have a harder time dealing with an attack like what you experienced. “

“I’m well adjusted. This is the FBI after all.”

“Those marks, they were already on his face.”

“That’s what I said.”

You were getting a bit agitated.

Hotch closed the folder in front of him, and when he stood, shutting the blinds, you could feel yourself becoming a bit tense. He was now standing at the door, facing you.

“Let’s not waste each other’s time. You’re wesen.”

You flinch, instinctively woging. Hotch barely reacted when the white fur took over your skin. The glow of your green eyes is now prominent.

“A Pflichttreue, that explains a lot.”

You jumped back, changing back.

“Y-You’re going to kill me.”

You looked terrified, and Hotch shook his head. He moved back to his desk, and you backed up into the wall.

“I was just curious. I need to know you aren’t a danger to my team and anyone else here.”

“That’s rich coming from a Grimm!!”

He understands the reaction.

“I’m not some unhinged vigilante if that’s what you’re worried about. I have no reason to come after you. Not unless you give me one. “

That was definitely a threat.

“That’s all. “

Hotch sat back down, and you barely moved. A part of you really thinks this is a game. Maybe a test.

“Is..is that it?”

“What were you expecting?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe you, jumping from over your desk and chopping off my head.”

“I don’t walk around with a machete. You should stop reading those nursery rhymes. “

Now he was mocking you.

“Have a nice day.”

That’s all he says, and you send him a look before carefully moving to the door. The second you’re outside, you pace, not before sending a look in his direction.

Of all the places you could have encountered a Grimm, why did it have to be at your work.

You weren’t exactly looking forward to meeting him again.

~~

“Hold the elevator!”

The call makes you smile, and you hold it open as Penelope runs over in her usual floral outfit.

“(Y/N)!!”

She’s wearing that bright smile.

“Good morning Garcia, beautiful outfit as usual.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She gives a little curtsey, and right before the elevator begins to close again, a hand stops it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you.”

You’re quick to apologize. Whoever it was had dropped their briefcase, and you kneel, picking it up as you send them a smile.

“Here you g..” When you straighten, the male is not who you expect. You swallow. It’s almost a reflex.

“Thank you. “ You backtrack, and he steps in.

“Good morning Hotch!”

Garcia greets, then goes on a rant about something or the other. You barely hear it. You only process it when the conversation ends.

“I’ll see you up there boss. Bye (Y/N)!!” Garcia waves and you try to step out with her.

“Garcia, wait!” The door closes in your face. Hotch isn’t standing that far behind you. You step to one side.

“I already told you I won’t hurt you. “

“Sorry if I don't have absolute faith in a killer.”

That apparently has struck a nerve, because he turns around and you back into the wall when he gets closer. He’s so much closer, and you have to hold your breath.

“I’m not a killer.”

You want to bark another retort, but his eyes, there’s sincerity. Not something you thought you’d ever see from a Grimm. You can’t look away. Truth is you’re just surprised by it all. Because you knew what he did. He saved lives. Had you never found out about his true identity, you would have still admired the profiler. He was a hero. In more ways than one.

But his legacy, that’s what scared you. Seeing him on a daily basis was alarming. It felt like you were tempting faith every time you came into work. Every other wesen in their right mind would have immediately put in for a transfer, or simply quit. Money wasn’t worth losing your head over.

The ding echoes, and Hotch takes a step back.

“Have a good day Ms. (L/N).”

When he’s gone, you finally release your breath.

“Mothertrucker.”

He may not have been a killer, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

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“(Y/N).”

The call from your boss makes you turn.

“Yes sir.”

“Aaron Hotchner has requested your assistance. Their tech analyst is currently unavailable. A family matter.”

“That’s right.”

She’d gone back home to visit family because of the passing of one of her relatives. You’re sympathetic, but then his request runs over in your mind.

“I’m sure there is someone more qualified.”

“He specifically requested to work with you. Apparently Ms. Garcia thinks very highly of your skills. “ Your boss sounds proud. The last thing you want to do is let him down, but you’re not exactly ecstatic.

“I’ll do my best sir.”

Getting a request from the BAU of all departments is every tech head's dream. You excuse yourself, moving to gather your stuff. You know Garcia was just trying to be helpful, but Hotch, he knew. Yet he still asked for you.

“He’s either a sadistic moron.”

Or..someone is in real danger.

Both options make you a bit queasy. You step into the elevator, and the second you’re in there, you have a little mantra to get through the day. The ding alerts you that it’s time to get to work. You step through the door, and you search for Hotchner. The familiar dark haired female is who you run into.

“(Y/N), I heard you’ll be running the case with us.”

Prentiss' smile is inviting, and it helps to calm your nerves.

“Yes. Mr. Anderson was really excited when your boss called for me. I think I almost saw him crack a smile.” Prentiss laughs as she guides you to the round table. When you get there the case files are already laid out, and JJ has the remote, about to start the briefing.

Hotch is standing, eyes moving in your direction the second you’re inside.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’ll be going with us until Garcia gets back on Friday.”

They all nod, giving little introductions. For the most part you know all of them pretty well. Garcia was always very descriptive when talking about her friends. You’ve met most of them at least once. You take a seat, and JJ begins.

As she’s running over the case, you fail to catch the look Hotchner sends you.

It's fleeting.

Gone in a blink of an eye.

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“Something you want to tell me Hotch?

Rossi thought he’d imagined it on the plane ride, but spending two days on the hunt for a killer in the streets of New York, he was sure about it now.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hotch’s focus is on the map.

“That new Tech analyst. You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she came. You’re either concerned she’s the unsub we’re looking for or..”

Hotch didn’t reply to the insinuation.

“I’m just being careful.”

“Of course.”

Rossi didn’t sound convinced, and he left the room when the detective they’d been talking with entered. Hotch looked down when he heard the buzzing of his phone. He flipped it open.

“Hotchner.”

“I know where he’s holding them.”

That was all he wanted to hear. Hotch gestures to Rossi and they all head in the direction of the office you are working in. Prentiss and Reid are strapping on their vests.

“Hotch he has a stream going. We need to take it down. He lives for the attention he gets.” Morgan explains.

Hotch’s eyes turn to you.

“Can you disable it from here?”

You shake your head. He’d caught the slight tremble in your hands as you worked to try and remove the feed. The views were increasing with each passing second. It’s clear that the graphic video is not what you’re used to. But you’re doing a decent job of holding it together.

“Whatever he’s using is doing a good job of rerouting my connection. Just watching this right now is a task. He’s streaming through a very sophisticated program. I..” You let out a breath.

“I need to access his computer, or at least be in the same room as his router.”

He was afraid you would say that.

“We’ll find another way.”

“NO!”

They all turn at your yell.

“People are…they could die if I don’t help. I have to help.” Hotch exchanges a look with the others.

It looks like there isn’t another choice.

“We need to get you a vest.” You nod, and they begin gearing up.

You swallow.

“I can do this.” You need the mental talk, because this wasn’t cleaning a computer virus, or uploading software. You were about to encounter a real killer. Whether you liked it or not.

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“We have the area surrounded. He’s not getting away.” Hotch nods.

“Morgan, Reid JJ, take the back. Rossi, Prentiss you’re with me and Ms (L/N).” Your hand tightens on the laptop in your hand.

“Are you ready?”

Was anyone ever really ready to face a serial killer.

“I’m ready.” They begin to fall out, and you follow closely. The plan was simple. Hotch’s group was tasked with protecting you. Morgan’s squad is handling the unsub. They know the moment the feed is gone, he would come looking, and they would have an opening.

Everyone spreads out. Sneaking into the house is easier than you expect. But you supposed the team knew that too.

“Narcissists are overconfident. He thinks he won’t get caught.” Hotch is watching your back as you work through his program, and you nod at the explanation. You’re clicking at the keys, and when the green bars pop up, Hotch recognizes the way your shoulders relax.

“Almost there.” You whisper.

“Overconfident?”

The new voice makes your body stiffen, and when you hear a gun cock, your fingers stop their tapping. Hotch has his gun aimed in the unsub’s direction. He’s on the opposite side of the room, a grin on his face, gun in his hand. You don’t move an inch, and Hotch stands in front of you protectively.

“They wanted it, all I did was give them what they wanted.” You clench your fist, your eyes glow, teeth gritted. Hotch can hear the low growl behind him.

“They did huh.” You challenged.

You woge, and his eyes grow wide, he falls backwards dropping the gun in the process and Hotch rushes forward, dropping and cuffing him quickly. You roll your neck, changing back, but the unsub is still screaming. His yells draw in the rest of the team. When Morgan enters he’s a bit confused at the fearful cries.

“We found them, all safe. We made it just in time.” You release a sigh, and Hotch begins leading the killer out the room. Your eyes follow him all the way out. Morgan walks over giving you a pat on the shoulder as SWAT begins falling inside.

“Good work. Not bad for a rookie.” He gives you a little grin, and you nod.

This was not what you expected at all, but at least his victims are safe. That’s all that matters.

The ride back is fairly quiet. Not much is said. Hotch notices the way your eyes are directed out the window.

You’d been evaluating a lot.

After getting off the jet, everyone had pretty much called it a night. You were at the round table gathering your tablet and computer. Hotch’s gaze stays planted on you as he stands by the door.

“You’re not at all what I expected. “

You finally turn to him.

“I’m sorry for what I said. You’re not a killer. Not even close.”

Seeing the way he’d saved not just you, but all those victims, it was incredible. You’d spent so many hours behind the safety of your screens. A barrier you suppose that kept you protected from the part of the world you rather not see.

“If you ever need my help, I’m here.”

He respects that declaration. Hotch knows what it took for you to even work the case with them. Although the seriousness of the situation outweighed your personal views, you still could have refused. But you took it regardless. Even after finding out he was the one that requested you.

You hold out your hand, and Hotch moves closer, shaking it.

When you pull back, you smile.

“In the future however, I’d advise against boring holes in the back of my head. Your coworkers think you have the hots for me.”

Hotch couldn’t hide his surprise at the observation, which just made your smile widen.

“I may not be a profiler, but I’m not stupid. I can tell when someone is marking me.”

Your eyes glowed, and you let out a soft growl, chuckling. Heaving your bag on your shoulder, you blinked the light away.

“See you later sir.”

There was a bit of mocking in your tone, and Hotch himself smiled when you left.

#grimm #Criminal Minds #oneshot #care #trust #fear #boss Hotch #bau #david rossi #spencer reid #derek morgan #Penelope Garcia #jj #family #secrets #wesen #unsubs #crime #aaron hotch fanfiction #hotch x reader

[dominantslasherking]

David Mccall with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You're Nicole's big brother adopted of course, What happens, you meet David? He seems to be a little bit obsessed with you...well a little bit would be an understatement... Heres part 2:

"So first you met him at a bar...then at a party?" You mutter to your sister who seemed to be lost in a daydream, "I mean yeah- you were at the bar with me?- didn't you see him?" She slowly asked turning her attention towards you.

"No, I was just making sure no creeps slipped anything in yours or Margo's drinks..." you muttered sipping on your water, "Oh, he kept asking about you, once I met him at the club-" Nicole suddenly hummed while walking over to you.

She went over to you and giggled before poking your cheek in a teasing manner, "He seemed more interested in you than in me...I also think he was ogling you at the bar..."

"Nicole! Your friends here!" Our mother Laura yelled from outside, most likely working on gardening.

Nicole gave a peck on your cheek while smiling, "I'm going to see if they would like to stay for a bit." She told you before yelling out to our mom, "Coming!" Nicole quickly jogged out of the room as you set your water down.

"Guess, I'll see what dad is doing..." You muttered boredly, making your way to his home office.

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"You could ride the bumper cars..." You could hear Margo's faint voice trail off as you enter the room to see her bending down in front of your father, to give him a view of her ass.

"Margo, stop trying to flirt with my dad-" You speak out looking in disgust at her antics. Your eyes snap to the other male in the room, Once Davids's eyes land on yours, he was surprised before he was almost too quick to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm David it's a pleasure to meet you!" David held down his excitement, as he reached his hand out for you to shake.

Taking Davids's hand and giving it a shake you then smiled at him, surprisingly he didn't let go of your hand until you spoke, "My hand..please." You bashfully spoke, as he slowly nodded his head.

Nicole suddenly walked in with a coke as she gave you a smile walked over and handed the soda to David. "Thank, you...are you almost ready, I was thinking we invite [Name]." He suddenly spoke out your name, you were confused about how he knew it, since you didn't tell him.

Quickly brushed it off thinking Nicole just told him. "Okay, I need to go get my jacket, ask [Name] for me will you?" Nicole asked David as she jogged out of the office, David turning to you in an instant.

"Would you like to go to the carnival with me--Us...-Sorry-- us?" David politely asked slipping on his words for a moment, his eyes intently staring at your handsome face.

"Yes.." You groan out with a smile, "I thought I would be stuck here all day, bored out of my mind." You laughed watching as Davids's face turned slowly red at your groan...

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Since the car was rather packed after picking up Davids's friends, It somehow came down to him sitting in your lap, after a bunch of chatting on who goes where, but you didn't mind, and it seemed David didn't either as he was leaning close into your chest a large grin on his face.

David's movements were giddy and it was hard for you to focus with all the moving around in your lap he was doing, so you firmly placed your hands on his thighs, which quickly halted his movements.

"So-" One of Davids's friends was looking at you seemingly trying to start a conversation with you but was quickly and harshly shut down by Davids's jealous glare.

"Nevermind.." The friend muttered puffing on a cigarette, as Nicole tried to blow it away from her face.

"Sorry, is the placement of my hands bothering you?" You ask, about to move your hands from Davids's thighs. "No, it's fine," David spoke with a smile grabbing your hands swiftly and placing them back on his thighs.

The care came to a halt as Davids friends voice rang from the front seat, "We are here!" He yelled opening the door. Margo was the first to exit the car, then another of Davids's friends who was in the back seat.

David got out, holding the door open for you, as you got out and looked at the scenery. The dimly lit sky also caught your view.

Once you snap back to reality you realize how close you were to David, your shoulder was pressed against his as he stared at Nicole and Margo chatting.

"Cmon, let's get our tickets," You spoke out to David, as he nodded while muttering an 'alright,'

All of you quickly headed to the entrance of the carnival

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"Ah, shit where did everyone go?" you looked around the somewhat crowded place as you stood by the bathroom, You spotted David jogging towards you, as he held out a wrist band for you to take.

David handed you the wristband before speaking, you noticed he also had one, "It's one of those wristbands that let you ride all rides and play all games..." He spoke, as you smiled, "You bought one for me?"

David nodded his head as he helped you put it on. "Ah thanks, Guess we're carnival buddies now hm?" You spoke out tilted your head to the sides, "Let's, go ride the roller coaster together." You offered, as you assumed your sister was probably having fun with Margo and you didn't want to intrude.

"Sounds like a plan," David spoke before boldly and grabbing your hand, as he made a swift excuse, "So we don't get lost in the crowd..."

After that, the both of you made it in line which was practically empty other than the people just finishing the ride and getting off, David insisting he doesn't let go of your hand.

The person working at the Roller coaster let you both in after setting your wristbands.

Both of you got on and the mental bar came down to hold you both in. "Rather desolated huh?" David spoke as the ride suddenly but slowly started.

"Do...I have something on my face? You've been staring...a lot.." You suddenly broke the silence as David spoke, "Sorry, You're just handsome." He boldly spoke as you gave a chuckle while turning your head towards him, as he gently stared at your lips.

The wind began to slowly halt as the ride went up a steep part of the ride. "I could say the same to you," You gently spoke as David pulled you into a kiss, you quickly accepting as his hand made it towards your clothed genital.

"Let, me~" David purred out slowly rubbing his hand on your growing groin. As it began to ache considering it was being held back by your pants.

David let your cock free, as he stared at it in awe, "You're so big," He smiled spitting on his hand as he began to jerk and tug at your cock, using your pre-cum mixed with his spit as lube.

You looked up at David to see him focused on your face and your reaction as you let out a small groan at his fast pace of jerking your cock.

Being rather surprised at the softness of his hands and how carefully and inventive he was with your cock as you could hear him mutter to himself as he was worshiping your cock.

The roller coaster came down a deep steep, the wind quickly picking up, David having to grip the metal bar around him, his other hand focusing on pleasuring you. Once your orgasm came near, David tried to lower himself down to your cock the best he could with the roller coaster metal restraints, He felt your cock pulsating in his hand while admiring your girth and size, until your cum splatter all over his face, much to his amusement as he let go of your cock and helped you put it back in your pants.

David wiped the cum off his face with his hand, before bringing his cum filled hand to his face and licking it all up with a groan.

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"Thanks! It was fun!" You yelled exiting the car and helping Nicole out, as you opened the door for a second and looked at David, "Have a nice night, David.." His name rolled off your tongue perfectly as he gave you a smile at your words, "Ah, here's my number," You pulled out a piece of paper that had your number and he eagerly took it.

"Good Night, [Name]." David spoke shutting the door of his car, waving goodbye as you walked over to Nicole and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Did you have fun?" You asked as she nodded making her way to the door, and pressing in the door code.

As both of you entered she stopped in her tracks and spoke, "I was with Margo and Davids's friend...I think I saw his friend threatening Margo..." Nicole worriedly muttered, "You talk to her about that?" You asked Nicole shaking her head.

"Dad and Laura are supposed to be leaving tomorrow, Which would leave me, Toby, and you..." She hummed out giving a little smirk, "You gonna invite David over?" Nicole asked before quickly shutting up once our parents came over and welcomed us home.

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It was the next night, you stared up at your ceiling, you didn't do much today, Nicole went to school as did your little brother Toby, and Mom and Dad left for a few days.

Sitting up from your bed, you grabbed the phone from your bedside and dialed Davids's number which Nicole gave you, she was a life saver.

"Hey David," You spoke to him on the phone, his eyes lighting up on the other end, as he looked at his friends and spoke, "[Name] how are you?"

"Well, I'm alone in my room...Parents are out of town-" Getting suddenly cut off by David speaking, "Well, I promised some friends I would help them out with something tonight.." He trailed off as you stayed silent, "I could...come by afterward..."

After he told you this, you told him the pin to the keypad, now all you could do is wait, bored in your room, not realizing soon you drifted off to sleep.

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David entered the keypad, as he looked around the house, only taking notice of the pictures of you hung up, other than that he brushed it off, and searched for your room.

He slowly opened your room door, observing the decor and your shirtless sleeping figure...David slowly strutted forward, catching sight of your drawer opening it, he looked around for a bit until he found a little box, taking it out, and opening it.

To reveal a box full of things, he grabbed the picture of you, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket, He also grabbed the necklace which had your name on it in cursive.

After doing so, David looked at you, and took his shirt and shoes off, before making his way over to your bed, he stared at you for a bit, until you suddenly woke up and groggily opened your eyes.

"Hey.." You quietly muttered out as David whispered your name and went onto the bed, He slowly got on top of you and looked at you before whispering seductively in your ear, "[Name], can I ride you?" after you accepted he couldn't help but bring you into a kiss as the night was filled with passion and really rough skin slapping.

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Your eyes fluttered open with a groan, as you lifted your blanket up slightly to reveal David slobbering all over your cock, his mouth already dripped cum as he continued to suck on your cock, "David- Fuck---" You muttered out his eyes lit up at your reaction as he pushed his mouth further down until your cock was prodded deep into his throat.

Your door suddenly opened unexpectedly to reveal your dad as he spoke to you, "[Name] Can you drive your sister to school---" His eyes make their way over to your bed and your flushed face.

What you didn't expect was David to exit your cock from his mouth and peek his head through the covers.

"Hello, Mr. Walker," David spoke gulping down the excess cum in his mouth and giving a knowing smile.

Your father let out a sigh letting a hand run through his hair before speaking, "Get cleaned up and make sure David is gone by then-!" He huffed out shaking his head in annoyance, as he made his way out of your room and slammed the door shut.

"And, here I thought I was gonna drain you dry-" David whispered to you, as he got out of bed in all his naked glory.

You laughed and smiled, "Well, maybe next time..." You spoke to him and stood up from your bed and stretched your arms, as you looked at David before he pulled you into a kiss, that you leaned into.

"I'll see you later..." David spoke out, getting his clothes on. Doing the same before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After David had left and you finished, you made your way downstairs to see Nicole smiling while ready. "Alright, cmon..." You muttered out still slightly tired.

Grabbing your keys, Nicole followed behind once you made your way out of the house and to your car.

Starting the engine, and making your way out of the drive-through, Nicole suddenly asked, "So, what happened in your room, dad came downstairs looking all angry and stuff..." She trailed off, as you focused on the road before speaking.

"I'll tell you when you're older," You joked out as she rolled her eyes, "Well, David might have been in my room--" Nicole gasped, "David?" She giggled.

A little while later, there was an awkward silence, as you pulled up to the school, "I'll pick you up...after school," You promised as she kissed your cheek like she always does when you both part ways.

"Kay, See ya later big bro!" Nicole waved goodbye.

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You leaned against the school tree, considering you had to walk since your car was having trouble starting. However, you called David to pick you and Nicole up...I mean you did promise, Nicole, you would pick her up...so here you were, waiting for Nicole-

"Hey!" You suddenly jump at your sister's voice, as she looked around for the car. "Yeah..about that---" You awkwardly laughed, "No need...Its been having troubles huh-"

"Hey [Name]!" Nicole's friend Gary, smiled greeting you, "Oh, hey Gary." You greeted back as you suddenly spoke to Nicole, "David is supposed to pick us up..." She bobbed her head.

"Haven't seen you in a while." You spoke to Gary, and pulled him into a friendly hug, not noticing Davids's car pulling up, as he stared in complete jealousy as he made his way out. You pulled away from the hug and ruffled Gary's hair.

Your eyes snap towards the angry David, and before you could even greet him, he threw a swift punch at Gary, and started to repeat the actions, until he had him on the floor, crying out.

"Holy- Shit---David!" You yelled out, tugging David off Gary. You grabbed Davids's face and made him look at you. David tried to pry from your grasp and get back to hitting at Gary.

David halted, as he stared at you, grabbing your wrist harshly and tugging you to his car, he threw you into the front passenger seat, and hopped into the driver's seat, before driving off.

"David--" You muttered out staring at him angrily driving, "Are you cheating on me?" He seethed on giving a hit to his steering wheel.

"No- It was just a hug--He's a good kid- I wouldn't..-" You stopped your words, as you began to register what David said...I mean you didn't even know you were that close yet.

You realized how fast David so going, so you gulped down your saliva and spoke, trying to make David calm down, "I wouldn't do that...----" You thought for a moment before speaking, "David, I love you.." Was it true? No not at all, but it seemed to calm him down.

"Really?" His driving got slower as he stared at you.

Little did you know, after you told him that, David wasn't going to let you go because his love for you was far beyond the brink of an obsession. And he was most definitely going to pay that Gary fellow a visit, he can't have anyone that close to you...

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[kausstar]

˖ 𝓶list ˚⊹ ⠀fear ( 1996 ) !

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ headcanons/blurbs.

so sweet — some blurbs on how david mccall would treat you in a relationship and some stuff he would do.

#˖ ﾟ✶ ݁. navi #david mccall x reader #fear 1996

[helplesslytheirs]

random character rambles </3

♱ Tip For the girlies, listen to Hotel, 2 seater, Bathroom or Altitude by Montell Fish

x Female reader <3 - smut !!

Simon Henriksson who has you laid down on the bed, shaking and crying, knees weak, thighs shaking— your ass up high as his thick shaft drives into your swollen puffy cunt, his thrust sloppy and lazy yet he still knows how to hit at the right spots—his cock throbbing especially that thick vein at the side of his dick, it pulses against your tightening walls. You softly whimper and let out whined breaths as his seed drips down from your slick and to your thighs, the sight and feeling makes him chuckle lowly and makes you shiver from the spine up.

“C’mon älskling…want more of ya— want more of your tight cunt wrapping around my fat dick.”

David Leatherhoff who has his big fingerless gloved hand clasp over your lips as his teeth bites at the back of your neck, his thick fingers thrusting at a fast pace in and out of your wet pussy, your soft moans and breaths muffled from his gloved palm as monsters groaned and moaned for your attention to grab at your body—to be your next problem to deal with but the only problem you have right now is the monster of a man that has his thick fingers pumping into you, His hard strained cock against your ass as he continues his assault on your poor cunt.

“Oh F-fuck..d-don’t make to much noise now baby, don’t wanna get caught cause I’m finger-fucking you so good..”

(Aged up) Kenny McCormick who has his cock inside of you, stretching you out while his hands lays dormant on your hips—holding you on his cock like a pretty little doll as he makes you sit on his cock and warm it up for him, just for him. Your thighs tucked beside his as you straddle him, sitting on his big dick while you squirm and plead for him to move, but you only get a low hum as he holds you in place a cocky smirk on his face. Occasionally having him thrust up into you just to see you let out a shocked moan, that’s followed by a soft whimper like cry as you plead for more.

“Don’t be such a needy lil’ whore now hm, pretty ? Now be a good girl and warm my cock.”

(Aged Up) Craig Tucker who has you pinned up against a wall in the closet room of the school, his hot breath against your ears as his grunts and breaths grazes against them, while he does no effort to keep you quiet, fucking you hard inside of the closet room of the school—you clasp your hand over your lips as you try to muffle yourself not wanting to attract anyones attention, and when you do a small growl like huff admits from his throat as his hips abruptly stops snapping against yours, that pleasure in your body slowly fades which makes you whine and clench around his dick earning a small hiss from him, his breathing still hot and heavy. His yellow eyes slowly trace up towards your eyes as he stares into them with those familiar cold eyes you were so familiar with.

“Do that one more fucking time and I’ll fuck you in the principals office with the mic in your throat.”

Jason Todd who has your lips wrapped around his pretty cock, you’re only 1/4 way on his dick and you can’t press yourself to take up more in fear that your jaw is going to sore—but on the other hand you want to be a good girl and pleasure him, you’re a people pleaser after all. You breath in a deep breath through your nose as your hands prod themselves on his thick thighs—a loud impatient sigh leaves his lips and not long after you could feel yourself gag and choke, your breath cut short as your throat tightens, tears prick at the corner of your eyes, you let out a chocked whine before it was rudely interrupted by a sudden snap into your poor throat— you gag and tears slip pass your eyes as he crudely smiles and grunts as he uses your mouth as a flesh-light. You chocked your pleas and whines but it was no use, his hips kept its speed while his cock throat fucks you.

“Hah-…M’baby, so scared to take in my big fat cock down her throat— Fuck, so good for me— such a good fuck-toy”

Dick Grayson who’s so pussy hungry for your sex, his tongue slowly moving up against your slick, sucking on your sensitive bud his big calloused hands steadily holding onto your inner thighs squeezing at the flesh as he groans and huff out hot breath against your needy cunt—his tongue tongue flicking against your pussy as his lips starts to kiss and groan into your slick as he eats you out like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks—his groans sends vibrations towards your spine which makes you try to squeeze and close your thighs but with how strong his hands were holding onto them your attempts were futile—only giving you a small growl of warning to your attempts.

“Keep your legs open for me baby..you taste so fuckin’—..goood...gonna make you sit on my face sweetheart’..”

Tim Drake who has you riding him, his big dick entering and exiting your sensitive sex your soft praise and his whinny groans fill the room but his eyes burning—as if he was holding himself back. Suddenly his hands slowly wrap around your hips pinching at the fat wand flesh there, gently holding you before he lets out a soft groan which makes you stare at him before your face contorts into pure pleasure— he didn’t like being below you, he wanted power. He wanted to fuck you so good your legs were sore at the thought of him—he thrusts up against your cervix hitting all the good spots, while you slowly hold onto his pelvis moaning and begging, he gives out a soft smile and praise as he watches you get fucked from the bottom.

"O-Oh...F-Fuck s-sorry baby— wanna f-fuck you for so fuckin' l-long now—..wanna r-ravage you—...wanna..wanna manhandle m-m'pretty girl..."

Wally West who has you edged, overstimulated and coming all over for the 7th time, his hips slowly rolling against your wet cunt grinding the tip of his cock to stroke that specific spot inside of you—and when he does you’d be crying and squirming as his tip rubs and massages your insides, you whine and sniffle as your brain fogs and suddenly his hips would start thrusting against that spot at high speed—using his power to kiss at your bullied cervix with the mere tip of his cock.

“Oh Doll-..C’mon one more..o-one more for Daddy...Didn’t m’good girl say she could keep up… Hm ?”

Hal Jordan who has his bulge against your clothed sex, grinding your needy pussy over his clothed bulge making him groan and sigh as you whimper and whine for him to fuck you, to manhandle you— but he only keeps on denying you as his big hands grab at your sides pinching at the fats around it, toying it in between his fingers while his hips thrust up. You let out a soft hitched breath, shaky breaths escapes your lips as the ball music and chatter outside sounded so muffled inside whoever’s bedroom you both have locked yourselves in. His hips greedily grind and jut against yours, tilting his head back as low breaths escapes his parted lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby be patient, yeah ? Let me enjoy your begs—, sounds like music in my ears..”

Bruce Wayne who has you on his big cock while he works, sitting there prettily as you beg for him to move or at least do something—he only responds with a low chuckle his hands rubbing slow circles around your lower back, his other hand on his desk signing a his agreements and disagreements about his work, reading over the complains and problems while his throbbing hard cock was inside of your walls—you clench and try to grind on him but he puts his hands on your hips and gives you a stern glare.

“C’mon baby, be a good girl for daddy…yeah ? Daddy needs to work, now be a good lil’ slut and sit still…”

Matt Murdock who has you bent over his desk who has his large hands over your soft breast, kneading them, pinching at your nipples his free hand nestled in between your thighs—his fingers digging and toying with your bud as he finger fucks you, your slick dripping down to his knuckles as he grinds his hard cock against your ass occasionally thrusting his hips against yours to get any sort of friction to ease his need for you. He chuckles lowly as he starts to spread your walls with his fingers and add a third finger as he starts to pump you with his thick long fingers, your slick starts to leak down even more as you cry and moan.

“Don’t be too loud now darlin’… keep your voice for me when I fuck you good and hard..”

I wanted to write more but I got lazy HDGHJD anyways, time to eat y'all if the grammer bad it aint my fault Ladies !! Wrote this with one hand !!

Edited note : I thought people would know Kenny and Craig were aged up but nvm !

#simon henriksson x reader #cry of fear #david leatherhoff x reader #afraid of monsters #south park #south park x reader #Kenny Mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #Dc #dc comics #dc x reader #Jason Todd x Reader #RedHood x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Nightwing x reader #Wally west x reader #Kid Flash x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Hal Jordan x reader #Green lantern x reader #Bruce Wayne x Reader #Batman x reader #Matt Murdock x reader #DareDevil x reader #smut

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Lucky Girl Syndrome!! / theodore nott x fem reader

playlist : lucky girl syndrome - illit

summary : y/n has always been just a lucky person , in her acedemics , looks , friends , family and even in her general day to day. however she wasnt so fortunate when it came to her love life...but maybe it wasnt luck chasing love away , but instead someone close to her?

y/n , slytherin reader , fluff , swearing , arguing , jealous theo, anrgy theo and reader

a/n - as an extremely unlucky person- this fic gave me inner peace LMAOO

thats that me espresso! (another theo fic)

you walked happily though the halls , narrowly missing a prank set up by the weasley twins as their failed trick of a water bucket soaked them and left you completely dry. how lucky!

"i swear there is something wrong with that girl like she has some kind of force feild!" george sighed in frustration , their 3rd prank of the week failing to actually get you.

"God has favourites georgie, he has favourites ," fred patted georges back as they both sulked away to dry their now drenched clothes.

of course you were olbivous to the whole thing! your stroll down the hallway continued , the sun hitting your face in just the right way as you reached the great hall , practically skipping to the slytherin table.

"hi guys!" you exclaimed excited as you sat down at just the right time to ignore the apple that had just come flying at your head.

hearing the apple crash to the ground you turned again , confused seeing the apple roll around on the ground.

"shit , sorry y/n i was aiming for harry but he dodged!" ron shouted apologetically across the room.

"dont worry r-" you started until you were interuppted by your best friend theo besides you, who held a cold glare at ron.

"do that again and it wont be an apple flying at your head weasley!" theodore shouted at him as ron awkwardly looked away.

"dont theo , it was an accident," you said putting a hand on his arm as he immediatly softened.

"youre too kind y/n you shouldve been in hufflepuff," pansy said with a sigh.

"green suits me more," you smiled at pansy as she giggled ,"besides i can be quite mean when i want to be."

"youre not wrong about that , you nearly broke my ribs with that bludger in quidditch!" draco complained , still not letting go of a quidditch incident from 2nd year.

"draco i really wish you would get over that , it was my first match i was nervous and thought you were on the other team," you sighed starting to eat your food.

draco grumbled in response until the whole table turned around to look at something behind you, in confusion you turned too and saw a ravenclaw boy in your year.

"hi y/n i was just wondering if maybe you would-" the boy , named david, started to speak until catching his eye on something besides you. waiting for him to carry on he instead shuddered with fear and backed away instantly , practically running back to the ravenclaw table.

"david!" you tried to call after him , but instead he walked faster , sitting himself down and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"the fuck? what...what did i do?" you asked your friends frantically , knowing that he intended to ask you out before he suddenly stopped.

"you didnt do anything sweet y/n ," matheo started before shifting his eyes to theodore next to you, "maybe a greater force got in the way?"

confused by his choice of words you looked back at david , a look he didnt return. in frustration you held your head in your hands and groaned , "im so unlucky!"

"i wouldnt say that," blaise scoffed as the whole friendgroup nodded , knowing luck was not your lack.

"no i mean unlucky in love! david was clearly going to ask me out but just like the gryffindor from last week he couldnt even finish his scentence and ran!" you sighed , venting your anger to your friends.

"yeah well you can do much better," theodore remarked in a cold tone , his eyes still peircing where a shaking david sat. as you watched theodore stare and david cower , everything seemed to click into place.

"theodore!" you snapped at him , making him finally turn and look at you , "yknow sometimes i think that you drive them away!"

"you think!" lorenzo scoffed as pansy smacked him on the arm , quickly shutting him up.

"i havent done anything, its not my fault he ran off , what could i have done?!" theodore argued back as the rest of your friend group watched him in disbelief , knowing he drove david , the guy from gryffindor and every guy ever, away.

you scoffed ,"oh really so you didnt death stare him? he clearly looked at you before running!"

"wow i didnt know you would get so touchy about david the ravenclaw!" he said in a mocking tone as you both seethed with anger.

"read the room theodore for fucks sake! maybe i do want to go on a date , maybe i wouldve said yes! i didnt notice at first , how every guy just bolted as soon as he looked at some mysterious thing next to me , now i realise it was you probably doing a cut throat gesture!" , you ranted at theodore as draco tried to hold in his laugh.

"maybe he had an epiphany about you or something!" theodore tried to argue back , all of you knowing he couldnt really deny anything you said , it was all true.

"what- you think its me driving them away? stay out of my love life theo its none of your fucking business!" you harshly shouted your final remark before getting up from the table and stomping out of the great hall.

"there goes that mean streak i was just talking about," draco mutters , shaking his head and continuing to eat his food.

the table sat in silence for a few second before mattheo spoke up again, "you kinda deserved that."

"fuck off!" theodore snapped as he jumped up and strode after you , and out the great hall.

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walking into your dormroom you threw your robe off of you and loosened your tie , trying to lose some of the heat from your argument.

pacing the room your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open , theodore walking in and standing in front of you , keeping a fair distance as you stared back at him.

"what do you want now theo!! do you want to control my friendships? maybe throw a glare and a threat at enzo and draco and maybe they'll stop talking to me aswell!" you shouted at him loudly now, as venom dripped from your words.

he stepped towards you quickly , as you tried to back away- he grabbed the sides of your face delicatly.

"i want you," he said , his voice just above a whisper as your heart burst into flames , the heat dispersing itself across your cheeks.

"d-.. theo dont say thing you dont- that you know you dont mean," you said avoiding his gaze , shaking your head as your voice had dropped to an insecure mumble.

"y/n i have only ever wanted you , i glare and i threaten and i hate the boys that ask you out because i want you. i need you." he said softly , pulling your face closer to his , forcing you to hold eye contact.

"theo i-" you started as he cut you off quickly.

"please if youre going to reject me just know....know that ill tell david to ask you out , ill never do anything to intercept love for you again. i promise , just please... let me down easy.." he spoke quietly , insecurity and sadness seeping though his words.

this time it was you that softly garbbed his face and lifted his eyes to meet yours , "theo...maybe i didnt realise it until now but...i have always liked you."

his sadness faded as he looked at you with shock , his silence allowing you to continue in a lighthearted way, "maybe ive glared at a few girls too , unknowingly of course!"

you both laughed at this as he looked at you like you painted the stars into the pitch black sky , "im sorry for pushing those guys away...well not really but more like im sorry that you got sad about it"

you laughed again before allowing yourself to get lost in his eyes , the green like that of a four leaf clover- rare yet so beautiful , "maybe im not so unlucky in love afterall , it was right there in front of me the whole time."

he smiled at you with adoration before pulling you into a sweet , loving kiss. fortune was on your side today , as it brought you your luckiest pull yet , theodore nott.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott imagine #slytherin #hogwarts #harry potter imagine #hp fanfic #lucky girl syndrome #illit #fanfic #theo #theo nott #theo nott x reader #draco malfoy #matheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #weasley #x reader #x y/n #x you #x you fluff #fluff #lucky

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Somnophilia & Creampies

Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader // for simonmiamor on AO3

TW: somnophilia (consensual), oral sex, fem reader, scents, creampie.

artist @/ quennal4

You simply looked too good.

Shirt up your chest, no bra underneath, your legs spread wide open as your panties stuck to your skin, pressed against your lower lips giving him little to imagine.

He was a man, and he had needs after all- your body being his only need at the moment. He began by tenderly sucking on your breasts, switching from one to the other as you softly snored, his tongue making your nipples erect as he humped the covers underneath, his dick twitching inside his pants as he felt he was about to cum, over sensitive from waking up with a morning wood.

In his mind he re-played when you woke him up with as blow-job, he woke up tensed, only to cum instantly as your eyes met, your pretty eyelashes, soft lips around his cock and tongue teasing his tip- it was like something out of a porno.

He couldn't help but to moan softly, scarred thighs hugging your own as he began humping the soft flesh of your upper leg, leaving a wet spot over your skin from his copius amounts of pre-cum. Leaving both your breasts wet with his saliva, he moved your panties to the side as he moved down onto you, his nose burying in your cunt as he breathed in, his body shaking as he felt lust invade him- his tongue diping inside your folds as he began toying with yout clit, then once you were wet enough his tongue went inside you, making wet noises as he penetrated you with his wet muscle, your own wetness and saliva running down your lips to your ass, same thing that he smeared over his fingers as he began fingering your ass, the tight ring closing on his finger as he set a relentless pace.

You must have been dreaming, little meowls leaving your mouth as your legs began shaking, tears running down your pretty face from overstimulation, you probably came a few seconds ago but he wouldn't stop now, would he?

Separating his face from your cunt he desesperately slipped out of his boxers, his tip leaking pre-cum and his tip red and swollen from the dry humping.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he guided himself to your entrance letting out a big sigh as he became engulfed in your warmth, your cunt hugging him in the right way, your wetness allowing him to slide in just like he loved it, your pretty sleeping face turning him even more on.

After a few sloppy thrusts, he came, thick white ropes of cum coming out of his cock inside your gummy walls, going straight to your cervix as he penetrated you as deep as he humanly could, moaning so loud you woke up, your face red and sweaty, taking your time to see what was going on, only to grab Simon by his hair and kiss him deeply, feeling his cum run down your thigh.

#cry of fear #cry of fear smut #cry of fear x reader #david leatherhoff x reader #simon henriksson x reader