#inches away from doing this to r***** ****** and e**** ******** . i need to get them out of there now !!

[wuntrum]

honestly love when artists draw copious amounts of fanart for a character and then start adding more and more personal touches or headcanons to how they depict them and then just change their name and adopt them as an original character. its like watching nature heal in real time

#personal #like its simply the best option. theyre yours now! #inches away from doing this to r***** ****** and e**** ******** . i need to get them out of there now !! #think i may infuse some of their Themes and Narratives into augusts story #we'll see idk. i love talking about things and then not following through. gotta have some whimsy yknow #oh to be clear i havent drawn fanart of r***** or e****. they are just on my mind always

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

#geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #𖤐 ── lxnarblabs. #𖤐 ── lxnarworks. #💎 ── satoru. #🔮 ── suguru. #i am insane !!

[gold-dustwomxn]

safety net

summary: reader says safe word for the first time.

request here based on brat tamer!ellie

cw: smut mdni

fingering (r + e receiving)

flufffffffy sex it’s about to get real romantic up in here

ellie had been edging you for what seemed like an eternity, flipping you into every position. your legs were now pressed to your chest as she thrusted into you and your body felt exhausted. this wasn’t something that was new for yours and ellie’s relationship, but tonight, for some reason you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

ellie immediately halts her movements once she hears you utter the word, her face changing quickly from lust to concern.

“okay, everything’s okay baby.” she says calmly and gently places your legs down. “can I pull out?” she whispers, stroking her thumb over your knuckles. you let out a shaky ‘yes’ and she slowly pulls out of you, undoing the harness.

“can I touch you?” you nod and she carefully places her arms around you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. you bury your face into her neck while she brushes featherlike strokes on your back. “are you okay? can you tell me what happened?” she keeps her voice low and soft. you can feel her nose brush against your cheek as she tries to look at you, but you dig your face deeper into her neck.

you wrap your arms around her tight and take a shaky breath before speaking. “I’m okay.. I-I couldn’t handle it anymore.. I was too tired and- and I just couldn’t take it being so rough. I’m sorry.”

ellie feels your hot tears on her neck and she pulls her head back, “baby, can you look at me please?” you lift your head and she feels her own eyes welling up with tears, seeing you so upset. she swallows the lump in her throat.

“you have nothing to apologize for, okay? I’m proud of you for telling me and.. and for listening to your body. I’ll never be upset with you, ever.” she kisses your fingertips “I love you and I just-“ she takes a deep breath, “I just wanna take care of you, okay?” she wipes away your tears, gently cradling your face.

her expression is full of immense care and it’s exactly what you need right now, to feel her comfort and warmth. the ellie that shows her undying love for you on a daily basis.

“okay, I love you too.” you whisper and lean in to peck her lips.

she brushes her nose against yours, “what do you need right now? do you want me to get you some water or run you a bath?” you shake your head, “can you just lay with me?” she nods and kisses the corner of your mouth, “yeah, of course. I’m here honey.”

as you both lay there and share gentle touches, you gaze into each others eyes, tracing over every inch of your faces as if you’re seeing each other for the first time. this new shared experience just further proves how much you trust ellie, how secure and safe you feel with her, and her you.

“you’re so beautiful.” she whispers. you smile, “so are you.” and lean in to kiss her. her lips move slowly against yours, the kiss soft and gentle, intent with love. ellie’s letting you take the reins, wanting to give you what you need and when she feels your tongue swipe against her bottom lip, she gladly lets you in. she meets you in the middle, her tongue slowly massaging yours, and you let out a small moan into her mouth. she sighs and tugs gently on your hip, needing you to be closer to her, pulling your naked chest against hers.

gradually, the kiss starts to become fervent with need and desperation. you run your hands all over ellie, brushing against her nipples and squeezing at her waist and arms. she lets out a shaky breath as you slowly move your hand down her stomach to her v-line.

“what are you doing?” she pants, smirking.

“can I?” she nods and opens her legs, moving one of them between yours.

you slide your hand down, meeting her slippery clit and rub it in small circles. she lets out a soft moan into your mouth before placing wet kisses along your jaw to your neck.

“god, you’re so wet ellie.” she nods slowly and whispers into the shell of your ear, “yeah baby, feels so good.” she kisses her way back to your lips. you slip two fingers inside of her and she grips hard onto you, breath trembling.

you can tell ellie is being tentative with her touch, not wanting to overstep boundaries as her hand is kept stationary on your hip. you grab her hand and slide it down between your legs. she pulls away from your lips to look at you, brushing her thumb below your navel. “are you sure?” you nod, "I want you so much. please." your words are barely audible above the the pulsing in your ears.

ellie’s breath gets heavier as the two of you move closer together. she runs her fingers over your wet folds before sliding two fingers into you. you moan softly, as the sensations flood through your body.

ellie watches your face carefully, “feels-“ she closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a shaky breath, “feels good baby?”

“mmph.” you nod and she leans in to kiss you. you’re both trapped in your own little world of bliss. nothing and no one would be able to break the intensity and passion you’re emanating through each other.

your lips slot perfectly against hers and she can’t get enough of you. she feels like she can kiss you forever. she wants to kiss you forever.

“I love you so much,” she whispers against your lips between the kiss. “so fucking much.”

“I love you ellie.” she sucks on your lip and you moan. your tongues slide together messily, panting down each other's throats as you grind into each other. each press of your lips feels like it's setting your whole body ablaze, the room being filled with the sounds of wetness, the rustling of the sheets, and soft moans.

“I need you.” you whine into her mouth pulling back for a moment to catch your breath.

"I'm right here baby," ellie rasps out, her eyes locked on your face. each thrust and each breath in synchronicity with each other, a perfect harmonic exchange.

your curl your fingers, rubbing against her sweet spot and she gasps, eyes rolling back. “right there, right there.. mmfuck.” she lets out a whimper into your mouth followed by quick, shaky breaths. her neck extends upwards, hips bucking wildly into yours. her movements push her fingers deeper and harder inside of you. “fuck, ellie” you moan, grinding back into her fingers.

“w-with me, please.” ellie's eyes lock onto yours as you beg her to cum with you. she responds to your plea and pushes faster into you, grunting. each thrust driving you both closer and closer to the edge. she watches your face screw up in pleasure and she groans, “so fucking pretty.. jesus christ.”

she feels you start to clench hard around her fingers, “gonna cum for me baby?” you nod and she brushes her lips against yours softly before completely consuming you. both of you are barely able to keep up, just whining and panting into each other.

“f-fuck fuck ellie!” your legs start to shake, gasping as warmth spreads throughout your entire body until you completely seize up. ellie watches you in awe, “good girl.. that’s it. nngh shit.” her eyes roll back as her hips sputter against your fingers.

you both ride out your highs together, panting and moaning into each other mouths. and in this moment, there are no words that can describe the intensity of what just happened between you both. all that is left is the feeling of raw ecstasy that courses through your bodies.

you collapse into her chest, peppering kisses onto her collarbone. she looks down at you and gives you a sleepy smile, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

“how are you feeling?” she whispers.

“good.. really good.” you both laugh.

she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and traces your lips with her thumb.

you watch ellie as she looks deep in thought. “what is it?”

she leans in to give you a soft kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

@quitefaded hope I did it justice!

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x reader smut

[l3viat8an]

Ok but can we agree out feral Vampire Beel would be? Just fucking F E R A L-

He’s so hungry all the time, and seeing your perfect neck, but he holds back. Until you accidentally cut yourself/bleed and now he can smell you, and he learns you’re his favorite blood type-

Que later on he’s just absolutely railing you, going between sweet deep tender kisses, biting you wherever he can, and down between your legs.

-🥀

Nsfw content MDNI

🥀!!!! Idk what possessed me- we’re not gonna talk about how fast I wrote this jsjsjsj CW: uhhh I wish I knew- Fem!Reader (no pronouns but a pussy), biting- lots-ish Beel cums on readers tummy cuz yea- ‘n Beel says sorry a lot…. I might’ve missed something cuz it’s 2am just lemme know!!

Exactly how you cut yourself is upto you cuz idk what you’d be doing-

As you move to clean your cut you turn around and see Beel, practically bumping into him…..but he seems a little different. His eyes are darker, and his fangs more prominent, you can feel your heartbeat quicken as he leans in closer to you.

"You smell different." He whispers, his nose now nuzzled into the crook of your neck, "Your blood...it smells sweeter…." He trails off eyes still locked onto your neck.

You try to step back, but his arms move too quickly, now he’s holding you in place, gripping your hips tightly.

"What does that mean?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

"It means..." He trails off, eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in, "I…I need a bite, just one." It’s never just one with Beel-

Before you can even process what he's said, his fangs are on your neck, and you feel a jolt of pain before waves of pleasure take over. Beel's grip on your hips turns into his arms hugging you closer as he drinks from you, the sensations overwhelming your senses.

When he finally pulls away, you're left panting and dizzy, his eyes looking down at you with a mix of hunger and concern.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, and you nod, still too out of it to speak.

"I'm sorry..." He starts, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, "I couldn't resist. You smell too good and I was right, you taste so sweet.”

You can feel yourself blushing as you nod again.

"I really am sorry…..” Beel murmurs again, leaning in to give you a tentative kiss on the mouth short and sweet.

As he moves in for another soft kiss his hand starts to roam your body, and as he runs his hands over your curves, he discovers that he just can't resist touching you anymore. He wants to feel you in every way possible, to taste you and claim you as his.

He picks you up, ignoring your squeal and carries you to your bedroom, where he lays you down on the bed, his eyes filled with that strange hunger again.

And then he’s kisses you again, biting your lip softly and taking it between his teeth, licking the drop of blood away, before trailing kisses down your neck and chest.

He tugs your top off to keep kissing his way lower and his mouth finds your breasts, he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting softly, before he moves down your body, next to be pulled off are your bottoms and underwear tossed carelessly away as Beel spreads your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he sinks his mouth between them, tasting you for the first time. You moan his name loudly, the sensations building inside of you.

He's so gentle at first, his tongue teasing and exploring, but as your moans get louder, he becomes more aggressive, his teeth biting down on your thighs for another taste of your sweet blood before he’s right back to your pussy.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and as Beel moves back up to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"I'm sorry..." He murmurs again, his voice hoarse with desire, "I can't help myself around you. You're just too tempting."

He kisses you deeply, his hands running all over your body as he positions himself over you. He moves slowly, savoring every moment with you, his lips kissing every inch of your body.

You can feel the hunger in him as he thrusts into you, and as he starts to go faster and faster, your mind goes blank with pleasure. The only thing you can do is kiss him or moan his name.

He's rough and after savoring all of you it doesn’t take long for Beel’s only pleasure to catch up with him.

He pulls out and quickly jerks himself off, finishing all over your stomach while he groans your name.

“I’m sorry…I’ll clean you up. Just rest.” with one last kiss he walks off to get a towel.

When he comes back you’re sitting up a little waiting for him and he can’t meet your eyes sure he was too rough, “Beel, you don’t have to apologize so much. I liked it! hell I loved it!” You blush and your voice trails off but the way Beel looks at you is so soft….all he does is nod and move to start cleaning you up it’s a minute or two before he speaks “Then can we do it again sometime?” you laugh and it’s his turn to blush~

#obey me! #obey me #om! #obmswd #obey me smut #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel x you #obey me beel x chubby reader #obey me beel #obey me beel smut #obey me beelzebub #om! beel #om! beelzebub #om! smut #om! x reader #roro writes #obey me vampire!au #obmswd smut #obmswd beel x chubby reader #obmswd beel x reader #obmswd beel #obmswd x reader #obmswd x chubby reader #🥀 anon!

[vampgal202]

My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female reader.) P A R T O N E.

summary: When Y/n's brother's best friend comes to visit for a few nights, the ever-lasting attraction towards him only develops more. Little does she know the feeling might be mutual, leaving them both making bad decisions out of desire.

Warnings: smut, ?blood?

My hands carded through my hair as I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. Tonight my brother's best friend Dave was coming over for dinner. Nonetheless, I was excited. Ever since I was 10 years old I've always had a huge crush on Dave. I remember one time my brother scolded me for an hour straight after he caught me staring at Dave a little too hard. I was not a day over 12 when that happened, things are different now. But I can't lie and say that my attraction for him has only become stronger over the years.

"Quit looking at yourself, weirdo." I turn around to see my brother standing at my doorframe. "Ugh get out," I respond, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't much later until I heard the sound of the doorbell ring, indicating that Dave was there. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and made my way downstairs to be met with my brother and Dave, giving each other their 'bro hug.'

"Dave it's so nice to see you!" I hear my mom say, perking up from her seat. After greeting everyone Dave made his way over to me, giving me a hug and quickly pulling back to say. "Wait, Y/n, is that... Lipstick." He jokingly says pretending to act shocked. "Screw off!" I say, creating a fit of laughter between us.

***

"Goodnight mom, I love you." I gave my mom a hug goodnight and made my way to my room. For the longest time, I could still hear Dave and my brother talking but now the house is silent. The silent house was a clear indication that everyone was asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My steps were soft and gentle, trying to avoid the sounds of the creaking floorboards. But when I made my way to the kitchen I was faced with a bareback, Dave. He was wearing plaid pajama pants low on his hips exposing his deep v-line. He was wearing no shirt, exposing me to his defined abs.

He looks up from his phone noticing me."Shit, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says to me setting his half-empty glass of water and his phone down. "No, I just needed some water," I whisper back, now walking towards him. "Here." He says to me, holding out his glass of water for me to finish. "Thanks," I say, resting my hip against the countertop. Dave was now only a foot away from me, watching me finish his glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the moonlight from the windows make it visible to see.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know, your brother was telling me your little secret." He says finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, what did he say?" I respond, setting the now empty glass beside me. "He said that you have a little crush on me." A full grin now appears on his face, but not on mine. I roll my eyes, using my arms to hop on the counter behind me, now level with Dave. "Not true," I say, biting back a smile. With every word, it seems like Dave is getting closer to me. "No?" He says to me, turning his head slightly, still smiling.

He was now only a couple inches away from me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Soon enough, Dave was standing right in front of me, my closed knees hitting against his chest, stopping him from coming towards me any further. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was worried he could hear it too. Before I could even think another thought his lips were on mine.

"Sorry." He says pulling away. "Don't be," I said, wasting no time connecting our lips again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, moving with my tongue. The kiss was intense and needy, it felt like we were finally doing the one thing we wanted all these years. My legs spread open to let him move between them, making us even closer. His hands caressed my thighs, hooking them around his waist. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He then pulled away, kissing down my neck, on my collarbone. "Is this okay?" he whispered to me, looking up at me. I nod my head, hoping for dear god he doesn't stop.

He brought his hand down between us, making his way down to the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingers run through my slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers and thrusting them into me making me let out a gasp. "Shh baby we gotta be quiet." He says to me, now pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands quickly grabbed onto his bare shoulders, needing some sort of stabilizer.

His pace started to quicken, thrusting fast and hard in and out of me. I was biting my lip trying to not let out the sounds of my whimpers and moans. He brought his thumb to my clit and started roughly massaging it as he fingered me. Making me claw at his shoulder, still biting back my moans. I was so turned on, I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he fingered me, the obvious boner in his pants, and his reassuring looks. It wasn't long before I was coming undone all over him.

My vision felt hazy as I came all over his fingers. The feeling of wetness in my mouth hit me and brought my finger up to see blood coating it. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. Dave looked up at me, enclosing my lips in a kiss, smearing my blood on his lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and licking my cum off his fingers. The sight had me going crazy. Grabbing his face and enclosing his lips in another kiss.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our smacking lips and heavy breathing. I pulled his body close to mine, grinding my clit on his bulge making him throw his head back. My wet, openmouthed kisses made their way down his jaw and neck while continuing to grind harder. I knew he couldn't take it anymore and neither could I. We both knew fucking on the kitchen counter was risky, but neither of us cared at that point.

My hand reached down at his waistband pulling out his hard throbbing cock. I looked back up at him, his pupils blown, lips parted. His hand made its way down to my shorts, moving them to the side exposing my pussy. I still had a hold of his cock. Holding it by the base I dragged it through my wet folds making his breathing become hitched and making him let out a small moan. He was thick, I lined his cock up to my entrance, letting him do the work and closing the proximity between us. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. But even the slowest movements were causing shocks of pleasure all over my body.

He then started to quicken the pace, thrusting fast and hard out of me. He was letting out moans and whimpers in my ear making me wetter by the second. My tits bounced in my shirt as he fucked me roughly. "Fuck Dave, oh my god." I was whispering curse words and moans of pleasure under my breath, trying to be quiet. I could feel myself coming close to coming undone, and I could tell he was too. His face was screwed up in pleasure, I watched as his v-line and abs flexed as he fucked in and out of my pussy. It took no time before we were both coming. A loud whimper came out of my mouth, making Dave kiss me to shut me up. My hands grabbed at his shoulders yet again as we simultaneously came.

The kitchen was now silent. His body was on mine as we silently tried to catch our breaths. "You okay?" he says to me, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I respond, giving him a warm-hearted smile. He slowly pulls out of me, grabbing paper towels and cleaning him and me up. He put his hands on my waist helping me off the counter. When my feet hit the ground my legs felt like jello. "woah what the fuck." I say to myself, making Dave start laughing. "Shut up," I say, now laughing with him. "cmon' let's go," I whisper out, leading the way back to our rooms. Once I was in front of my door I turned back to face Dave. "Sweet dreams." He says quietly, kissing my lips delicately and walking off toward his room.

#dave franco #dave franco smut #dave franco x reader #jack wilder #smut #fanfic #james franco

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

C H A P T E R F I V E : B A T H R O O M

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: spicy scene in this chapter. I do not recommend having a relationship like reader and Levi have right now. Don't participate in toxic relationships and use condoms pls

ao3

You stare into Levi's stormy eyes as his eyes devoured your body. He looked at Jean's hand, like he was waiting for him to move it. But he didn't. 

"Boss, you okay?" Jean asked, taking a sip of his drink. 

"I'll be fine once you stop touching her." 

"I - what?" Jean looked at you with confusion. "You're dating Levi Ackerman?"

"Dated." You shoot Levi a glare. "I'm not his girlfriend anymore. We've been broken up for months." 

Jean let out a sigh of relief but still looked nervously at Levi. "Sorry, sir. I didn't know you dated her."

"Now that you know you can get your hands off of her." He said flatly. 

"You are so dramatic." You kiss Jean's cheek and turned around. "I'm going to the bathroom. Do not scare my date off while I'm gone." You push your index finger into Levi's chest. 

Once you finish up in the bathroom and unlock the door to leave, a hand pushes you back into the room. 

"I wish you would just leave me alone." You groan and look at Levi as he locks the door behind him. 

"Do you?" Levi stalks toward you. "I think it's actually the opposite. I think you want me to go crazy." 

Levi walks you until your back is to the wall. "Why the hell would I ever want that?" Your voice gets a bit louder. "I didn't WANT to let you go Levi. You gave me no choice. I'm finally okay enough to kiss a man that's not you. Please don't ruin it for me." 

Levi's eyes wander your face as he hovers only inches from your face, looking for any sign of Jean. 

"Looks like he left you something." Levi moved his thumb over the small bruise on your neck. 

"There will be more where that came from. Now if you excuse me -" 

Levi puts his arm on the wall right next to your face, his eyes peering through his jet black hair. He stared at you, his eyes softening a bit. He hasn't been this close to you in a long time. His lips are so close. 

Your breath hitches as he leans in, his minty breath gracing your skin. Your eyes meet his and you know you shouldn't be doing this. This is the man who tore your reality apart. The man who made you question your life.

Levi leans in and presses his lips against yours gently, his free hand landing on your hip. 

You should stop.

You need to stop.

You wrap your arms around Levi's neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. He paid special attention to your bottom lip, biting it gently before bringing his hand to your ass and giving it a squeeze. 

You moan at the contact and Levi brings his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting down your neck to your clavicle. His face was soon at your breasts, kissing each of them before pulling the straps down on your top. You help him unhook your top, letting it fall on the floor. 

"Who do you think you are showing these to everyone?" Levi flicks one of your nipples with his tongue before covering it with his mouth, sucking gently. You throw your head back and let a moan escape your lips as he continues to bury himself in your tits. 

You're breathing heavily when Levi brings his face back up to yours, colliding his lips with yours desperately. You hear his belt buckle hit the floor and his pants being kicked off his legs. You look down at watch as his cock springs from his boxer briefs, almost surprised by his length. You forgot how girthy he is. 

You know you shouldn't be doing this.

Your date is literally outside.

You unbutton your jeans and slide them down your thick thighs, revealing your lacy black underwear.

"And you wore these?" Levi pulls on the fabric with his index finger. "My favorites." He pulls again.

"You're going to rip them." You swat his hand away.

"I'll buy you more." He groans into your ear, pulling the underwear down your legs. You turn around and bend over, both of your hands on the wall.

"No, look at me." Levi orders as he grips your thighs and holds you. "I want to see that pretty face when you come." He whispers as he teases his tip at your entrance. His hand slides down to your pussy to take care of your clit. "How is it that you're always so wet for me?" He smirks as he rubs your clit in circular movements. 

You bite your bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. He presses just the tip of his cock into you and then retreats. A whine escapes your mouth involuntarily. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Levi huskily says into your ear. "Tell me you want me inside of you. That you want me to fuck you senseless." 

You didn't want to give in, but God did you want him to fuck you. 

"I can't hear you, Princess." Levi pressed his tip against your soaked pussy.

"Fuck me, Levi. Please." You moan his name which sounds like music to his ears.

"So polite." Levi whispers before gripping your ass harshly as he enters your body. He watches his cock disappear inside of you and feels your walls expanding around him to fit all of him. "My needy brat." He pushed his entire length into you, receiving a moan from you in return. 

Levi guides your body up and down his length, digging his nails into your back and ass. You feel intense pleasure and your walls start to pulsate. His lips attach to your neck to where he, surprisingly gives you gently kisses. Completely opposite of the rough thrusts.

"You take me so well." Levi whispers and moans your name. The sound makes your stomach do flips as you feel your climax approaching. 

"Fuck, Levi." Your walls tighten around him as you come, his cock still thrusting in and out of you quickly. He fucks you through your high as his climax approaches soon after. He covers your insides with him, pushing his entire length in side of you as he releases. 

He breathes heavily as he pulls out, grabbing his underwear and pants. 

"I didn't take you for a man that fucks in a bathroom. Especially a club one." 

"I'll be disinfecting my entire body." Levi dried his hands and looks at you. You look down and pull your pants up along with your top, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don't look too disheveled. You trace your finger on your neck and chest on all of the bruises Levi left. 

"Good thing the club is dark I guess." You sigh and grab your purse. "That was the first and last time that happens." You unlock the door and push it open, leaving Levi in the bathroom, alone.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #attack on titan #levi ackerman fanfic #aot #levi ackerman attack on titan

[bellswlw]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ burnin’ up ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x afab!reader

wc: 1.3k

part one | part two | masterlist

summary: what if… with Ellie in that greenhouse, you had let her take you?

cw: smut, fingering (r!receiving), bff!ellie, gardener!reader, inexperienced reader, some fluff, slight edging (r!receiving), making out in semi public space (?) ejaculation consumption (e!receiving) slight mention of a knife

a/n: i had to write an alternate ending for them, they are simply consuming my entire mind:,)) (i’m so normal) slightly proofread

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“Is that why you left last night? Because you were jealous?” and Ellie’s voice rose to a mocking tone, tugging on your hands in a playful manner.

“Shut up. I was not.” and you look away, the smile bolted across your face proudly.

“You were! Say it, say it please! Tell me how jealous you were. C’mon, tell me tell me tell me!”

And it's then that you smash your lips against Ellie’s to meet her halfway with just the very tip of your toes.

Her lips were warm with lust, her hands breaking from yours to find the soft spots behind your ears with a swipe. Ellie exhaled into your mouth immediately and your head met the back wall of the greenhouse with a soft thud.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance that was obviously unnecessary by how quickly you parted your lips for her. She rubbed slow circles over your jaw, and soon enough her hand was traveling down the curve of your hip and squeezing there. Just enough to express a moan from you.

Ellie smirked against your lips, drawing back for a breath before kissing you harder now, not hesitating or double checking for dominance. You were absolutely floored.

Your shirt had ridden up just mere inches, and her hand was met with the small piece of bare flesh there, causing you to let in a sharp inhale through your nose.

Both of Ellie’s hands are playing with the button of your jeans, fighting to get them undone and pulled down just below your pulsing cunt.

Once her hand finally finds the band of your underwear, it's over. You were already completely unfolding right in front of her.

Your mouth falls open, and a moan slips from your lips, a little louder now as you arch your back to be flush with Ellie. She bends back the band of elastic, traveling down to reach the very top of your pussy. She can already feel how wet you are for her.

Just then, both of your hands fly to grip her inked forearm. A silent warning.

“Your hand… ‘s cold.” is all you can make out.

Ellie pulls back to take a look at you. You're absolutely flushed. “Do you want me to stop?” It was genuine. She wanted this to be perfect for you. She wanted to get it right.

“No. Don’t. Just… I just– need a second.” and there’s that grin finding its place on Ellie’s lips as she feels your breath rise and fall against her chest.

“You sure?” and her fingers are already creeping toward your folds, the warm liquid flooding your cotton underwear.

Your inhale is sharp. Her grin grows with slow fingers making their way between your velvet walls. You were absolutely fucking dripping for her, begging for more with the buck of your hips.

“Ell…” you trail off, your eyes fluttering shut when her hand reaches for the back of your neck to pull your mouth close. She kissed you with burning lips, like a knife cutting through your melting skin.

Ellie’s fingers graze your clit as gently as she can, but it still sends a shock that makes the goosebumps freeze your whole body. You moan against her mouth.

This was so much. But you couldn’t stop. You wanted her mouth, and her hands, and her.

Ellie hums against your lips, her smile practically tattooed on her face as she dips her hand lower, slowly sinking a finger into you.

You feel full, the cord in your stomach already tightening from the feeling of her being inside you like this.

You moan in response, just what she wants to hear. The sweet sweet sound of your moans against her mouth as you take her in the greenhouse. Where if someone walked by they would see clear as day how much of you you had given to her already, and how much more of you would give before the sun had set.

Your fingers had loosened their grip on her arm, now snaking up past her shoulders and resting there with a slight tremble.

“You… holy shit. Oh–” your voice snaps.

Ellie slips a second finger in, the warm feeling of your clenching pussy making her mouth water. She wanted to take you right here, right now. She wanted to take you anywhere, everywhere.

On her couch, her bed, her desk, yours. All over this fucking greenhouse for everyone to see. She was tired of keeping you inside her head. She wanted everyone to know that she had you, and that you wanted her.

Ellie moaned against you with a thundering groan soon to follow, the heartbeat of a million butterflies breaking from their cocoons in her stomach.

“Fuck,” she breathed. She couldnt fucking believe the sight of it.

She had dreams like this, where you were quite literally wrapped around her fingers, taking what she gave you in the matter of minutes. She never even began to think it would ever come to life.

And she never thought it would feel so… electric. So static and frizzled out enough to make her to feel like she was burning from the inside out.

She was on fire now, a deep forest catching branch by branch until her fingers were pumping in and out of you with quick succession, a curl to her fingers that sent tsunami sized waves through you.

A moan etched its way out of you, so much so that Ellie’s lips failed to silence you.

You were unraveling. Now.

“Shh,” she cood, her hand coming from behind your neck to cover nearly half of your face with the palm of her hand alone.

It was hot. Her hand, you, the entire room in flames.

“Shh, shh. C’mon. You’re so close,” she murmured, her forehead resting against yours. You couldn’t look at her. Shit, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. Her fingers curled up inside you and you pinched your eyes shut with a small peep.

Silence. Utter silence.

You were falling. Falling, falling so hard that the cord in your stomach snapped and unraveled all over Ellie’s hand, the hot liquid filling her palm and causing her to chuckle at you under your breath.

“There it is,” she whispered, and slowed her pace in hopes of soon matching it with your raging heartbeat.

Your shallow breaths slowed, just enough to crack your eyes back open and move your head to rest on Ellie’s shoulder.

“Fuck. that was…” and there’s a moment of still silence before you laugh into her shirt.

You fucking laugh. A open-mouth, tight eyed laugh that makes you shake with each inhale.

Ellie begins to chuckle into your ear, her head falling back dramatically.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she says.

“Me too.”

Soon, Ellie is taking a step from you with her hand completely soaked and glistening with your cum. She looks to you, almost for approval before taking her fingers and dipping them into her mouth. A watered down sweet hue bounces on her tongue.

You suck in a breath, moments before reeling back and playfully throwing a punch at Ellie’s arm.

“Ow!?” she screams, her hand flying to the bruising part of her bicep.

“Stop it!” you say, looking away from her. You were still smiling from ear to ear.

“What?! I just wanted a taste…” and she throws her hands out at her sides in defeat. She knew what she was doing, and now that she knew how easily she flustered you, she would make it her job and title. Her only main mission.

You button up your jeans with shaky hands, grabbing the clippings that had suddenly become your last priority, due to Ellie. “C’mon. Let's go.” you can’t even look at her.

“Let me take those,” she says, reaching toward you to take the glass jars that were prepped and ready to go, your scribbly handwriting showing itself to Ellie from the lid.

You hand them over and make your way over towards the door. You give it a tug, and to your surprise it pops open with little force. Hm.

Ellie follows you out, the sun casting right over top of the greenhouse and causing you both to look up at it as you see the snow slowly start to melt in small patches. Like an unfinished painting.

You begin to walk back toward the dining hall, and you feel a small pinch in your back pocket.

You look back at Ellie just as her hand flies back up, supporting the jars. You smirk.

English lavender, in the back pocket of your jeans.

Jesus, she was losing it.

#burnin’ up #the last of us #bellswlw #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou 2 #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x you #tlou smut #ellie tlou2 #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou

[raythekiller]

nsfw alphabet w/ Jeff mayhaps?

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer

#Notes: i have other like 7 nsfw alphabet requests and half of them are asking for ej LMAO

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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A - AFTERCARE 

Terrible at it. Will just turn his back to you on the bed and doze off after a while, not even cleaning either of you up. Most he'll do is ask if you're okay cause he knows he can get a bit rough.

B - BODY PART 

He's a thighs dude. Will definitely want to fuck them at one point or another.

C - CUM 

Either all over your face or down your throat.

D - DIRTY SECRET 

Will rather die than admit it, but he kinda wants to try out being submissive. Not that he'll ever tell you that.

E - EXPERIENCE

Most he's ever done was make out with some girls from his school before he got turned into a human barbecue, so not much experience with sex.

F - FAVORITE POSITION 

Reverse cowgirl, doggy or (surprisingly) missionary.

G - GOOFY 

Definitely serious. He wants to be seen as a big bad dom, so humor just isn't allowed in the bedroom. Boring.

H - HAIR 

Doesn't have much body hair, so he doesn't bother much with shaving. At most grooming every few months.

I - INTIMACY

Jeff isn't the most... Romantic, let's say. Even if he does love you, he won't really show it when fucking you.

J - JACK OFF

Does it pretty regularly. He's got a lot of pent up anger, what's a best way to deal with it than taking it out on the socks?

K - KINK

Here's a full post for his kinks.

L - LOCATION 

Literally anywhere. His bed, bent over on a table, the kitchen counter, bathroom sink, you name it.

M - MOTIVATION 

Loves teasing. Just a few touches from you and he's rock hard. Just don't do it too much or it backfires.

N - NO

Refuses to be submissive or vulnerable because he has some issues to work through, which is why he's not very romantic. He wants to keep his emotions separated from the act.

O - ORAL 

Absolutely receiving. It's one of the only times he gets a bit subby, thrusting up desperately and grabbing your hair while, surprisingly, whimpering.

P - PACE

Fast and messy and rough. Christian Grey style, he doesn't make love, he fucks.

Q - QUICKIE 

Super big fan. Will bend you over the nearest surface and just go to town with you whenever he feels like it.

R - RISK 

Into breath and knife play, so he's quite risky. Doesn't mind the thrill of almost being caught either.

S - STAMINA 

About 2 rounds, but he holds back as much as he can so they usually last for a while.

T - TOYS 

Doesn't own any and if you do he's throwing them away. Thinks that his cock is the only thing you need to satisfy yourself. Reacts almost like you're cheating on him.

U - UNFAIR 

Impatient, so not much teasing or foreplay. He just wants to be inside you already.

V - VOLUME 

More of a grunter than anything, but when you're giving him head he'll moan quite loudly.

W - WILD CARD 

Will spit on you. Either on your sex or your mouth.

X - X-RAY 

About 8 inches, very skinny. Curves to the right.

Y - YEARNING 

Horny all of the fucking time. You'll just be chilling together and he'll ask if you wanna fuck. Nasty.

Z - ZZZ 

Falls asleep pretty fast afterwards. Since he's the one doing most of the work, he gets pretty tired. Definitely hugs you in his sleep.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #ray.writes #jeff the killer #jeff the kiler x reader #creepypasta smut

[emobabeyy]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. Aaron Hotchner x Reader <3

Just a quick little idea I had based on a dream last night, and a conversation with @jethro-mcgee-tony. Hope y'all like it!!

*consider this post a manfiestation circle, tickets go on presale for england in 2 days ahhhhh*

Taking Aaron to a concert doesn't go as smoothly as you had hoped...

You had been planning it for months, but Aaron being whisked away on a case just a few days before the concert had your hopes dashed. You had been texting your best friend, trying to convince them to come along with you, and to let you make them an outfit. You had made a t-shirt for Aaron to wear soon after having the ticket confirmation, but you had never dreamed fate would be so cruel as to keep him away from the show. Your friend was being stubborn, saying they didn’t fancy going out, not even for a concert. The idea of wearing a costume was the opposite of their idea of a fun night out and you hung up the phone with a sigh.

Since dating Aaron, you understood the job took priority over almost anything, but you had never dreamed you would have to go to a Taylor Swift concert by yourself. He had promised he would be with you, after seeing how excited you were when he managed to get you tickets. You had been in the queue for hours, so you begged him to watch the laptop for a little so you could shower, and when you got back, he was smiling proudly, credit card on the table, a pair of tickets secured, much better ones than you could’ve afforded on your own card. You had squealed and practically jumped into his arms when you realised that he had got the tickets and made him pinkie promise to be there.

As the hands on the clock inched closer to the time to leave, you sulked while you slid into your sequinned dress and heels. Not even the glitter makeup palette you had bought brought a smile to your face, and the butterfly clips in your hair were too frustrating without Aaron to put them in for you. Just as you were snatching up your clear bag filled with friendship bracelets and paracetamol for the inevitable pain from the heels you would feel by the end of the night, you hear the click of the front door being unlocked.

You turned so quickly you stumbled, and a pair of strong arms reached out and caught you. Aaron was home! As your mind was worrying over his outfit, not wanting to be in an uncomfortable suit all evening, you noticed he was wearing the t-shirt you had made him. You couldn’t hold back your grin as you looked up at him.

“I took the shirt in my go-bag, I couldn’t risk not having it for the concert, didn’t wanna let you down,” he mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug. The soft blue fabric caught a tear that threatened to spill and ruin your makeup, so you sniffed and pulled away so as not to ruin your handiwork.

“C’mon silly, don’t cry! We gotta get on the road, car’s all ready,” Aaron beamed down at you, before noticing your hair missing its adornments you had so carefully selected.

“Couldn’t do it,” you muttered, starting to blubber a little, and he pulled a carefully wrapped gift for you from his back pocket.

“Let’s go princess, you got everything you need now.”

He escorted you to the car, carrying your little bag, secretly sneaking a bracelet for himself. He had seen you making them, and had become enamoured with a little blue and pink bracelet with butterfly charms you had made, spelling out L-O-V-E-R. He tucked it into his pocket and climbed into the driver’s seat.

You opened your little gift when he was parking the car, having spent the rest of the car ride fiddling with grippies and ties to make your curled hair resemble some sort of style. It was half pinned back, with a pair of braids hanging beside your face, making you look a little childish, but deeply cute. It worked perfectly with the glitter and sequins of the rest of your outfit, your cheeks blushing when you saw Aaron admiring you.

You pulled the paper off to reveal a little hair comb designed to look like a tiara, with the word “Princess” across it. It matched your outfit perfectly, the silver and pink plastic jewels glittering like your eyelids, and Aaron gentle slid it into your hair. The semi-updo you had created in the car was the perfect support for the tiara design to stand up perfectly, and he took a second to admire how perfectly the pair of you’s ideas fit together to perfectly.

It was a perfect night. Aaron took over the video camera you had brought swiftly, allowing you to scream and dance to your heart’s content. He was so focused on the camera, making sure it was perfectly focused on Taylor as she danced around the stage, ensuring he would make the night as perfect for you as possible. Your digital scrapbook deserved only the best videos, so he tried extra hard. He was so glad he had made it home to be with you tonight, you looked radiant under the bright lights and the glitter surrounding you turned his princess into an ethereal fairy. He had never really understood your obsession with going to concerts, but now, he would never question it again. Hell, he would take you to every concert you could dream of, just to see you as happy and free as you were in that moment. He had never been so sure of how much he loved you. Best night of his life.

*heehee this is so self indulgent but yeah*

#taylor swift #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner one shot

[batsipumkin]

A/n:I've been watching this new series called Blood of zeus, AND DAMN. apollo is looking too good. Anyways, I thought I'd do a smut alphabet (cause why not.) Also about my requests, they'll be open again after valentines Day (I need a little break) BUT LETS GET TO IT

Btw this is with a chubby!fem , I'm sorry

NSFW UNDER THIS

A-aftercare

As soon as you guys are finished with your intimacy, he asks, "Are you ok, dear?" And asks if you need something to eat or drink, and showering is always an offer for u and him. He cares so much about you and makes sure you have the best care of all time

B-body part

You~I reckon he'd go for your breasts or thighs , idk

Him~ his arms due to them being able to hold you and keep you secure (and hyacinthus)

C-cum

He really enjoys seeing your beautiful body in his seed, but if he had to choose, he would definitely face and inside, just depending on his mood

D-dirty secret

He sometimes thinks of you having a three-way with hyacinthus and being fucked dumb, but he's only imagined that 10 times, cause instead of them taking turns they'll just have you at once. But you're not there yet

E-experience

He's a God, he's had plenty

F- favourite position

He's love Missionary and the face-off but also the pretzel dip one ( I call it that )

G-goofy

During intimacy, he tried being serious, but there were times he had giggled due to something you were doing (either doing it wrong or just being silly)

H-hair

This man has luscious locks and beautiful blonde hair on his beautiful brown skin, but his situation downstairs is not too hairy, but hair enough

I-intmacy

He's a bit of a sucker. I mean, he's a little teaser and will rile you up that you become a mess,but don't worry, he's gonna enjoy it

J-jerk off

Sometimes , but he has you and hyacinthus, so why would he. But if you aren't available to and hyacinthus is away doing something, he'll make sure to take care of his situation, and when you guys get home, you're in for a treat.

K-kink

Bondage, maybe spanking, breeding, *possibly lactation* , he likes to warm up his body from time to time(cause he's the God of sun)

L-location

He likes it to be private, but if you wanns try it and he likes it, good luck to you hun cause you'll be doing it in his chariot as well

M-motivation

When you become cocky or showering and he comes in unexpectedly. But there was this one time you were seeing if you liked any of the tunics he had seen one day strolling and he saw one and when he saw ,OH LORD

N-no

Not really bringing pain (besides spanking), he just doesn't find it hot

O-oral

This man loves to devour your fat pussy, and he likes it when you 69 cause then there's the 2 of you having pleasure

P-pace

Steady, not too quick or slow, just right bit from time to time he likes to go quick then slow just for the thrill

Q-quickies.

Gods and goddesses having a meeting? Do if quickly and leave

R-risk

He'll find it cute when you think your about to get caught in most situations when your in the chariot

S-stamina

He can go for whatever rounds he wants, cause of that God speed shit

T-toy

Due to it being based in ancient Greek, I don't think there's much, but there's rope, and that's all he can offer (sorry 😭)

U-unfair

This mf is cocky and will tease and then leave you helpless when you're the edge, but then there are times when he'll overstimulate the shit out of you

V-volume

Moans and grunts loudly judt to see how good your doings are and to see how much he loves it

W-wildcard

One time you asked if you can have hyacinthus in your plump cunt and have apollo in your mouth, he was severely shocked is to say

X~x-ray

I think he's quite large , so at least 9 inches soft and then 11 when he's hard ,NOT ONLY SIZE BIT THE GIRTH IS LARGE

Y-yearing

Big fat romantic and lovely dovey side all the time , like coming to you with flowers and mew songs he has written and telling people your his and hyacinthus

Z-zzz

Once he has finished cleaning both of you and himself, then asleep , he has nothing to do. He's fast asleep

I HOPED EVERYONE ENJOYED THAT

I'm sorry if it seemed like I gave up half way, I'm judt burnt out

#blood of zeus #apollo #apoolo x reader #smut #blood of zeus smut #im just a silly little guy #front page #thankyou #apollo smut

[kjack89]

Oceans Apart

Watched Ocean's 11 last night for the umpteenth time and this popped into my head as I watched the scene where Danny and Tess reunite.

Should probably be part of something larger but like. Context? What context? I don't know her.

Modern AU, E/R, post-breakup. Angst because it's been too fucking long.

Enjolras peered through the windows of the tiny, nondescript restaurant, his heart doing double time in his chest as he saw the back of the man he was looking for. He’d know the hunch of those shoulders anywhere, the way the man’s shirt stretched across a deceptively well-muscled back. Once upon a time, he’d known every inch of the skin beneath that shirt.

But that was years ago. Now…

Now, he straightened, pushed the door to the restaurant open and walked inside like he was supposed to be there, skirting the hostess stand and making a beeline to the man in question, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to lightly rest a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Grantaire froze before slowly reaching up to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own, and then—

“Fuck,” Enjolras swore, as Grantaire gripped and then twisted his fingers.

Violently.

Grantaire let go without doing any lasting damage, and Enjolras cradled his hand against his chest for a moment, his pride far more wounded than the hand. “Hello to you, too,” he grumbled, even as he drank Grantaire in with eager eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

But Grantaire wasn’t amused. “What are you doing here?” he said, in lieu of a greeting.

Enjolras jerked a shrug, flexing his fingers to make sure they all still worked before dropping his hand to his side. “I got out.”

“You got out,” Grantaire repeated, something incredulous in the three words.

“Of prison,” Enjolras supplied helpfully. “You remember, the day I went for beer and never came back. You must have noticed.”

“You don’t drink,” Grantaire said shortly, followed by an exasperated, “Don’t sit—”

But it was too late, as Enjolras sat down across from him. Almost as if on cue, a waiter appeared at the tableside, looking at them expectantly. “Can I get anything for your…”

He trailed off. “Husband,” Enjolras supplied.

“Ex,” Grantaire corrected. “Or didn’t you get the papers?”

The waiter glanced between them, eyes wide. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and Enjolras gave Grantaire a long, measured look. Despite everything, despite, especially, the acrimony that was rolling off of Grantaire in waves, it really was good to see him.

Even if the feeling was, seemingly, not mutual.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire repeated.

Enjolras sighed and leaned forward. “They say I paid my debt to society,” he started, but Grantaire snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Funny, I never got a check.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “But I felt I owed you a little bit more than just time served,” he continued, and Grantaire scoffed and looked away. “Hence the drop by.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet his eyes as he reached out to trace a finger through the condensation on his water glass. “How’d you even get parole anyway?” he asked, deliberately casual. “I’d’ve thought domestic terrorism would be an automatic life sentence.”

“I wasn’t convicted for domestic terrorism,” Enjolras said.

“Right, just indicted.”

Grantaire gave him a sharp sort of smile that didn’t remotely reach his eyes, and it was Enjolras’s turn to look away. “So you did keep up with my case,” he said, aiming for levity and missing by a mile. “I wasn’t sure, considering…”

Grantaire jerked a shrug, his smile disappearing. “Well, I did try to visit you once. Turns out I wasn’t included on your approved visitors list.” Enjolras winced, but Grantaire didn’t let him interrupt. “You know, I always told you that you needed to work on your communication in our marriage, but that one I heard loud and clear.”

“That wasn’t—” Enjolras broke off, not sure where to even start explaining why he hadn’t wanted Grantaire to visit him without explaining the rest. He huffed a dry chuckle, running a hand across his mouth before telling Grantaire, a little wryly, “You don't know how many times I played this conversation out in my head the last five years.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow. “Did it always go this poorly?” he asked coolly.

“Yes.”

That sharp smile was back, twitching at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Sounds frustrating.”

“You were never easy,” Enjolras told him, honestly. “You were always worth it.” Again Grantaire’s smile disappeared, and for just a moment, he looked—

He looked as heartbroken as Enjolras had never in a million years wanted him to be.

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away. “Okay, I’ll make this quick,” he said, trying to steer back on subject, if only to try to alleviate the pain in his chest when he saw Grantaire looking like that. “I came here because I wanted to explain.”

His attempt working perhaps too well, as Grantaire’s expression instantly hardened. “What explanation could you possibly have that will matter one iota?”

Enjolras wet his lips before telling him, his voice low, “You may not believe me, and given everything, I don’t blame you for that, but I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as shit pulled it off with aplomb.” He leaned in, his eyes dark. “So by all means, Apollo, tell me, what were you trying to do?”

Enjolras met his glare evenly. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

Enjolras shook his head. “It’s not. I didn’t want—”

“And did you ever stop to think about what I wanted?” Grantaire interrupted, his eyes flashing. “Because I didn’t want to be protected, not if that’s what you’re calling the last five years of my life. I wanted us to be together.”

“Pretty hard to be together from a jail cell,” Enjolras said flatly. “As the divorce papers you sent pretty clearly demonstrated.”

Grantaire shook his head. “We could’ve figured something out if you had just, I don’t know, involved me literally once—”

“Involving you would have implicated you,” Enjolras said, his voice tense, “and I couldn’t let that—”

Grantaire barked a laugh, scrubbing his hand across his face. “You think I wasn’t already implicated?” he asked, incredulous. “Tell me, do you think I’m stupid? Or naïve? That I didn’t know what you were doing all that time?”

“I—”

“Because the FBI agents who interrogated me after you were arrested didn’t seem to think so.” Grantaire let that statement sit for a moment before continuing, “We were married. We were living in the same house. Just because I don’t believe in the same Causes you do doesn’t mean I’m a complete moron.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I never said you were,” he said quietly.

Grantaire’s lip curled. “No, you just decided to cut me out of everything.” He laughed again, dry, humorless. “I mean, hell, I wasn’t even your one phone call when you were arrested.”

He hadn’t been, but it wasn’t because Enjolras hadn’t wanted to call him. But there were multiple moving pieces that needed to fall into place, and— “I didn’t have a choice,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “You did have a choice, Enjolras. You had a choice, you made it.”

“Fine,” Enjolras snapped, “I made a choice, and I didn’t pick you, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean—”

“It was never about picking me!” Grantaire burst. “Three years of marriage before your arrest and you don’t think I had already figured out where I ranked?”

Enjolras had the sudden realization that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice as he told Grantaire, with every ounce of sincerity he possessed, “And you don’t think I know that if I was in trouble, or in danger, you’d firebomb the fucking Hague to keep me safe?” Grantaire met his eyes evenly, and didn’t bother trying to deny it. “I didn’t want that for you.”

“And all I wanted was to be part of the decision,” Grantaire said tiredly, all of the fight leaving him in an instant, his shoulders slumping in what Enjolras recognized all too well as defeat. “Even if there wasn’t a thing I could say or do to change your mind, I just wanted you to care about me enough to ask.”

With that, he stood, and Enjolras stared up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Grantaire said shortly, grabbing his coat. “You did it, you should recognize the gesture.”

Enjolras scrambled to follow, trailing after him out of the restaurant. “Grantaire, please, I—”

“You what?” Grantaire asked, stopping so suddenly that Enjolras almost ran into him.

“I still love you,” Enjolras said. He said it simply, starkly, hoping the quiet declaration would reinforce that he meant it. It had been all he had come to say tonight, after all, and even if Grantaire didn’t believe anything else, didn’t believe in anything else, Enjolras needed him to believe this. “You think my choice was about me not caring enough to involve you, but how could I possibly involve you? How could I possibly tell you what was going on knowing that you would immediately put yourself at risk, and all because of me?”

Grantaire shook his head, but Enjolras didn’t let him interrupt. “The only way that I could do what I did was by knowing that you were sage. So even if you never forgive me for it, I did what I had to do to protect you.”

For one long moment, Grantaire just stared at him, and Enjolras held his breath, hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, Grantaire might find a way to forgive him, even just a little. But then Grantaire shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek with the heel of his palm. “Yeah. Well. Right back atcha,” he said his voice hoarse. “Goodbye, Enjolras.”

Watching Grantaire walk away from him hurt more than Enjolras could possibly have anticipated, all the more so when he saw Grantaire meet up with a dark-haired man halfway down the block, grabbing his arm and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Enjolras wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understood what heartbreak felt like before that moment.

He was staring so intently that he didn’t even notice as Combeferre joined him, squinting after Grantaire. “Why is Grantaire with him?” he asked.

Enjolras shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s who he’s seeing now,” he said dully.

“No, I get that,” Combeferre said, glancing sideways at him. “I told you this was a fool’s errand from the get, after all. But why is Grantaire with a Serbian arms dealer?”

Enjolras stared at him. “He—” Grantaire’s parting words replayed in his head, and for the first time all evening, for the first time, if he was being entirely honest, since he’d gotten the divorce papers mailed to his jail cell without so much as a note, he felt a spark of something flicker in his chest: hope.

“He’s doing what he has to do to protect me.”

#exr #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #riffing off of ocean's 11 but this really has nothing to do with that #former relationship #post break up #angst

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S   P A R T   S E 7 E N

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

Suddenly, just as you felt the man pressing his blade on your skin, you remained with your face turned to the side, eyes winced shut, bracing yourself for the excruciating pain to hit you…when the door opens…even with the locks still intact. You remained with your face away, but the group turn over as they watched a young man enter, dressed in black as well, yet was elegant and lavish with his expensive fabric and fiery copper hair. “Who are you?” “Oooh trust me…you don’t need to know that. Especially you..” Hearing that familiar voice, you turned your face to see Sunoo standing a few feet away as he points over to the man who had his knife in hand, ready to slice you up. “I demand that you-“…………… ……………….

The clanking sound of the ka-bar knife landing on the floor is the only sound heard in the room as the man suddenly disappears, literally in a blink of an eye. “W-where did the Governor go? What happened?” The men look around before turning their gaze to Sunoo. “You! This is your doing?! What have you done?” Sunoo merely smiles as he stands with his arms crossed. “Governor? That’s too funny…you people seriously think you’re something special…all because you’ve discovered something that no human should be meddling with.” Propping up a hand, he admires his fingernails. “Well sorry to tell you, but your ‘governor’ crossed the line…I mean you all did but…”

With a momentary pause as he focused on admiring his nails, he continues as he blows on his fingers. “I’m afraid he went too far. I’m pretty sure my elder brother is getting veeeeeery creative with him by now, and by the time I return, he’ll be nothing more than fertilizer for the flowers he’s growing for his bride, which so happens to be the dazzling beauty you have in your disgusting hands. Get them off her before I chop them up to pieces.” The men lure a series of insults as they all narrow in towards Sunoo, one of the members remained gripping on to you, pinning both your arms behind your back. “Oooh.” Sighing, Sunoo merely stands, recrossing his arms as he looks at the men with amusement. “Every time when I gain hope because of someone like her…” nudging his nose of in your direction, he continues on as he flares at the man who harshly had you in his grasp. “I am reacquainted with disappointment because of idiots such as yourselves.” Without entertaining his words, the men lash out as they lunge over to him. With the same hand that he admired a moment ago, Sunoo merely places his hand up, palm facing the group and his fingers remained all spread apart. Much like the meaning behind the sign language he displayed, the men that were nearly inches away from him all stopped…their bodies straightened and completely perpendicular, much different than how they were just a second ago as they were leaning and rushing in to attack. Curving his fingers in towards his palm, he balls it up into a closed fist as he shifts it over, displaying all the fingers to face the ceiling. With a tight grip of the air that lurks within his empty grasp, he merely chuckles as each time he tightens and squeezes, the men all scream in immense pain.

The only one who didn’t seem to feel the effects of Sunoo’s display was the one behind you, yet you could tell he was panicking as he screamed out trying to reach into his fellow members as they remained standing yet squirming violently in pain. From the exterior, there was nothing that seemed to be causing the horrendous screams that were eluding out of throats. You then started to wonder… ‘Is he doing something to them from the inside?’

Just as suspected, you watched as each man suddenly drop down in a harsh thud as blood oozed out of their ears, mouth, nose, and eyes. “W-what…what have you done?!” The man behind you shouts out. “Looks painful, doesn’t it? I suppose having your heart exploding in your chest cavity would be.” Sunoo calmly explains as he glares at the man, taking steps forward towards your direction. “Now for you…since you don’t like to listen, I believe i specifically told you all…to get your hands off her….” His gaze became sharp and beyond fearful as he took on a dangerous tone towards the man. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you how to listen…” Sunoo softly states. Suddenly, the man releases your wrists, yet it wasn’t willingly as you slightly turned and saw his expression of fear and confusion when it dawned on you and him, that he had no control over his body. Pulling you away gently as he leans your back against his chest, his large overcoat draped over his shoulders, he takes the large and long sleeves, and cradles them around your exposed breasts as he issues for you to hold on to them. The moment your hands pinched on to the fabric, he cups your breasts, slightly caressing and pinching your nipples softly in between his fingers. Whispering in your ear, he asks you… “Darling, would you like to know my real name?” He kisses your cheek as you slightly whimper from his touch as he continues to massage your breasts in the most tender manner. “Would you like to know who I reeeeeeally am?” He kisses your ear. “To see how I handle shitheads like him?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “To see how I punish those who don’t want to listen?” “Yes….I do.” Your answers and eagerness to see these men do their worst was more confidant f and accepting as you started to find comfort in seeing them holding the cult members accountable for their hidden display of hypocrisy. With another kiss, this time on your lips, issuing his tongue inside your mouth as he gently bites your lower lip, he whispers to you… “Fucking Queen…you were made for him.” Looking at the man once more, Sunoo begins to calmly speak towards the regulator. “Look at her….you want her don’t you? Don’t deny it…I know you do. You desire her…” The man gazes at you, beads of sweat dripping down his brow, he struggled but reluctantly answers…it came out as if it was forced out of him. “Y…yes….” “I know you do…you desire to grab her hair….feel her skin…..to put yourself inside her…don’t you?” Sunoo remarks as he taps his fingers along your breasts. The regulators breathing becomes heavy and deep, unable to speak, he clenched his jaw shut. “Oh I know the answer…there’s no use in hiding it. You’d do anything for the sake of your lustful state to be appeased…wouldn’t you?” Once again, the man struggles as his eyes begin to roll towards the back of his head as Sunoo continues to speak out an hypnotic tune of sultry words. “You’re so weak…men like you become weakened flesh upon the sight and sound of a woman. Those like you, who are weak become the pinnacle of disgrace and a poor definition of your kind…you touched her, you enjoyed placing your filthy hands on her. You watched as that man was going to cut into her, and worse than that…you were going to enjoy it….enjoy hearing her scream out of anguish and pain…” Sunoo’s tone began to get deeper, it reached a level of darkness that was similar to his brothers before him. “So let me teach you, and send you back to your leaders so you can show them, just what happens when you don’t listen….and when you touch her.” Observing, you watched as a ring of red appears around the man’s wrist. Emerging from the clean lining, blood overflowed and drips down, coating his forearms as he begins to screech out in pain. “Now….hear me you pitiful soul…hear me as I speak loud and clear, and forever know just whom you attempted to defy this very night….” Sunoo’s voice grew to a roar as he held you close against him. Licking up and down your neck, he announces his identity as both you and the tormented regulator hear of his true name….

“In the abyss of your hearts, your crown, and your wandering soul,

The impurities of your weakened mind, takes on its toll.

Though you were free to choose, evil versus good,

I watch as you strip and taint virgin flesh, from whence they stood.

You yearn for the waves and motions, the screams of pleasure…

To your own advantage, you reach limits beyond your measure.

As you relish in the forbidden desires of the Sin City,

Succumb to the depths where I, Asmodeus, King of Sodom, Lord of the Nine, shall pierce your flesh, without any pity. “

Your eyes widened as you looked over to the side, shifting your sights over to Sunoo’s side profile. His face resting atop your shoulder, which allowed him to be so close in distance, that your lips grazed over his cheek as you glanced over.

‘Asmodeus…the Prince of Lust…’ You didn’t process how it happened as it came about so quickly, within a blink of an eye, the man’s hands were both twitching on the hardwood floor as he screams and clashes into the walls of your hallway. Shifting both your bodies off to the side so casually, Sunoo holds you by the waist, the door opens on its own. You continued to observe as the man begrudgingly walks out. Looking like a puppet, his moves weee choppy, coerced, and sloppy. “Tell all your friends now. They should be mindful to stay away from here…I would if I were you all.” At the last bit of this words, the door slams shut. Turning you around gently, he looks you over. “Darling, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks in full sincerity. “N-no…I’m fine…thank you….thank you for saving me.” You remarked as you reached up for his chest while staring at the door. “Of course. Now…I was given strict orders to remain here for the night.” He takes both your hands and kisses them. “So that means…” he kisses your hands once more. “We have all night to continue our lessons.” He smiles as he holds on to your hands. You nod as you gazed into his sharp eyes. “Um…yes…I just…” “What is it darling? Tell me, what’s on your mind?” Just as you were going to remake the mess inside, with the pools of blood and the bodies lying on around you both, not to mention a pair of stray hands, still twitching nearby your closet, you looked down to suddenly find that everything was all gone.

The bodies, the blood, the hands, and even the knife…everything was all gone and had disappeared. “What is it darling?” “Oh….nothing.” “Oh that s good. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything. Now….are you ready to learn a thing or two?” His finger drags down your chest in between your breasts. “Yes….I’m ready..”

“Because that she had been married to seven husbands, whom Asmodeus the evil spirit had killed, before they had lain with her. Dost thou not know, said they, that thou hast strangled thine husbands? thou hast had already seven husbands, neither wast thou named after any of them.” Tobit 3:8

C H A P T E R 5 I V E

Taglist: @deobitifull; @solstramaii; @vampiregirl215; @nshmrarki; @enhypen14; @iamliacamila; @lisaaannna; @nikstrange; @jaehaki; @luv-enhy-skz33; @silcry @honeysjae; @crackedcameraa; @stinkmonkey ; @baekxo07

#enha x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #sunoo smut

[allandoflimbo]

I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  13

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary: 

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on. 

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High. 

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet. 

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this. 

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P R E V I O U S   C H A P T E R

Song this chapter is based on is Red by Taylor Swift, but the Tyler Ward Version. (Because it's Bucky's POV)

This chapter is more angst than usual BUT this isn't the angst part I was warning about yet lol. I apologize for any typos. I just got back from vacay and I wanted to push this out for you guys ASAP.

Enjoy!

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EVERYTHING still felt so surreal; and in the best way possible. The rest of the trip at the Cabin had gone well. Bucky was becoming even more comfortable with your friends, even almost calling them his friends at this point. Everyone except Murdock. You and Bucky ignored him and his brooding energy the rest of the stay there. After confirming everyone’s suspicions that you were in fact now dating, you both stayed glued at the hip. You ended the last night cuddling on the couch watching some action movie.

The next morning, Bucky had picked you up in his car for school. You shared a quick kiss as you buckled yourself in. The ride there had gone great as you both shared sweet words and hand squeezes. Sometimes even a thigh squeeze from the other.

You should’ve known it was going too well to be true. You and Bucky had gone separate ways for just a minute to go into your own locker to grab your things. On your back way to meet him at his, since you finished first, you had walked in on the altercation.

You felt your blood run cold as you watched Matt towering over Bucky. Bucky’s back up to his locker as he stared back at Matt angrily. There was already a little audience. Not big, but two or three other girls that were getting their own things in the locker next to Bucky’s.

“You think because you’re so quiet, Barnes, and because you put up this act that you don’t think I know what you didn’t do. That’s what.” You could hear Matt say.

There was something about Matt’s tone and words that set you on edge. Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“You need to stay the hell away from me.” Bucky says back, confidently.

Matt’s lips twitch and his eyes squint.

“Finally grew the balls to use your mouth properly?” He moved up even closer to Bucky, their faces now only inches apart, “That disgusting rapist mouth of yours.” There was a collection of gasps from the small group of girls and Bucky’s nose flared. You felt your own blood boiling now as you ran up to them, “I saw her damn neck. Hell, I heard her crying that night. You don’t deserve to be anywhere. Only place you deserve is behind a damn jail cell.”

You were disgusted by what you heard him say, and as you pushed a hand to Matt’s chest pushing him away from Bucky, you couldn’t help your temper.

“Get the hell away from him! Now.” You say through clenched teeth.

“Don’t worry, I have this.” Bucky says quietly, grabbing your hand and holding it in his. Matt’s jaw clenched. Bucky took a step closer to Matt, “I’m going to ask you politely once, and only once, leave me and leave her the fuck alone.”

You looked briefly at the girls who were still looking and you shook your head.

“It’s not true,” you say. You then look at Matt, “He’s right. Leave me alone. Leave all of us alone. I was willing to put up with it, but what you just said to him has crossed the line, Matt. He’s my boyfriend. Bucky is my boyfriend. I care about him. And about my hickeys? You want to grow up and ask my about them to my face next time since you’re so curious about being in my business?”

“You know I’m just trying to protect you.” Matt says.

“You’re doing everything except protect me or be my friend right now. Bucky didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. I don’t know what your problem is but you need to stay away from us.” You say with finality.

Matt shakes his head to himself, that fiery anger still in his eyes. He then moves at a speed that takes you a second longer to comprehend what he’s doing. He has Bucky’s collar in his hands and he’s pushing him up against the locker.

“Really, dweeb. You? You?”

“Fucking, stop!” You shout, pulling Matt off of him. Matt drops his hand like it’s burned and he steps away from you and Bucky abruptly. 

He’s breathing hard as he looks between you and Bucky and then he storms away. You and Bucky try to ignore the new stares from the hallway and you turn to face him. Bucky’s is still watching Matt walk away as you nuzzle your face into his chest, his right hand going to the back of your head.

“The hell is his problem?” Bucky asks quietly, completely confused.

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Bucky was nervous. He was also so excited and anxious. As he rolled his black dress shirt up to his elbows, he looked at himself in the mirror. He also looked all those three things. His blue eyes were brighter than usual and for the first time in a long time he felt comfortable in his own skin.

It was all because of you.

His heart skips a beat as he feels the little note in his pocket move around along with his ticket.

“Well, don’t you look sharp.” The sweet feminine voice comes from behind him and he turns around to meet his mother’s eyes. 

She was smiling at him knowingly, her arms crossed over her chest.

Bucky blushed. He walked up to his desk and grabbed his phone, sliding it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, mom.” He says. He walks up to his mother and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “You don’t think I’m overdressed for a play?”

His mother looked up at him and smiled. 

“Not at all. You have the note?” She asks.

Bucky nods.

“Yeah. Just like how dad did it.” He says with a chuckle.

His mom reaches up and kisses his cheek this time.

“She’ll say yes,” Bucky knows. He was sure of it, too. Him and you just…clicked. This wasn’t high school sweethearts. This was something else. Something stronger, “Drive safe.”

Bucky nods and grabs his jacket. He double checks he has everything he needs.

“Tell Y/N we say hi!” Bucky’s father yells out, just before the front door closes behind him.

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When Bucky parks at the school, he doesn’t hesitate one second after the car’s off to run to your side and open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You thank him softly.

He closes the door behind you. His eyes meet yours as he pushes one of your hair strands behind your ear and you swallow hard.

“You look gorgeous,” his eyes drifts down your nose, “You always have.” He adds quietly.

“Bucky.” You say.

His gaze returns to your own. You’re the one to initiate this kiss. Your hand goes to his peck and up his shoulder as your lips meet. It’s a sweet kiss. Innocent and PG13. He returns your kisses and you pull away with little smiles.

“Yeah?”

You could feel a tightness in your throat as you imagined yourself with him, many years from now, happy.

“Promise me that you’ll take me with you when you visit New York City?” Your question stuns him for a moment, and because of that he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. He observes your face, dragging the backs of his fingers over the skin of your temple and cheek, “Please.”

He leans forward until his forehead is against yours. He brings his left hand to your waist and pulls you in closer to him. Both of your eyes close at the same time.

“I promise, Squirmy.”

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The play was adorable. You and Bucky loved every moment of it and you held hands the entire time. You didn’t let go of his hand once.

After the show, Carol meets you both at your seats and gives you both a hug, thanking you for coming to see her.

The night is a Christmas fairytale. 

Bucky tickles your waist from behind as you reach his car and you laugh out loud.

“Bucky stop!” You shout, giggling.

He does once he has your back against the side of his car and he’s staring intently down at you.

He leans forward and kisses you on the tip of your nose.

You giggle again. He kisses your right cheek, your cupids bow, and then your bottom lip.

“I’ve never felt like this. With anyone.” You say, dragging your fingers over his neck. He can feel the cute little ring you’re wearing on your pinky dragging over his skin and he loves the way it feels.

“Me either,” he whispers back. When he looks into your eyes this time there’s an intense look in them, “I want to ask you something.”

You feel your hear skyrocket.

“Okay.” You whisper back.

He smiles so sweetly as he looks down at your lips that you absolutely melt into your short red heels.

“Will you go to the Winter Ball with me?” You melt even more if possible and you smile back at him just as wide.

“Of course I’ll go with you.” you say quietly. You rub your nose against him and chuckle, “Yes. I’ll go with you.

Bucky nods and licks his lips. You watch as he reaches down into his pocket and holds something in his hand. Curiosity eats away at you.

“One more question,” he says. You nod, “Go to prom with me?”

You get so happy and ecstatic. So much that your hand wraps around the back of his neck and you let out a little noise of excitement. Prom. With Bucky. You’re forming your lips to say yes, duh, when you remember your promise to Steve.

Bucky’s looking at you, waiting for your yes, when he watches you dramatically deflate and your face falls. He feels his own dark pit in his stomach grow bigger as he realizes you’re not saying yes and you’re actually looking like you’re about to say no.

He frowns, swallowing the hard lump in his throat. 

“Y/N…”

“I—“ your voice cracks and tears bloom in your eyes. You wanted Bucky. But your promise, “I—” he catches on quickly and he lets out an exasperated sigh, through no fault of his own. Your hand drops his neck.

He didn’t expect thing. He doesn’t know what he didn’t prepare for you to say no. Maybe it’s because he was so sure it’d be a yes.

It’s prom for fucks sake. He’d remember that night for a very long time and he really wanted it to be with you, and now here you are, shutting that fantasy/dream down.

“I understand.” He says hoarsely. He didn’t expect his voice to sound so broken so he clears his throat.

“Bucky—”

“It’s fine,” no it’s not, “you don’t have to explain.”

“But I do. And maybe you can help me.” You say desperately, putting a hand up to his chest. He stares at you confused, and so emotional. He furrows his brows at you and shakes his head.

“Help you?” “Help me decide.” You clarify. He looks at you for a half a second longer before scoffing. It hurts, but you expected no less. So you continue, “Steve. I went out with him for years. He’s been my best friend for longer. We’ve always talked about going to prom together, we promised each other. A pact so to say. I can’t just break that, even though — fuck — even though I’d much rather go with you because what I feel for you—” your voice is the one that breaks this time and you sniff away tears that are starting to build up.

“Steve, the guy who cheated on you?”

“That’s not fair. You don’t know the story. You don’t know our story.”

Bucky nods, looking away from you.

“Right. The high school sweethearts.”

“Bucky—”

“Seriously, you don’t have to —” there’s a certain malice to his tone and you cut him off again.

“I feel stronger things for you than him. I want to go with you more than him. I want this with you. I want to say yes.” You say seriously, not looking away from his eyes once.

You and Bucky are both looking at each other heartbreakingly. He gnaws at his bottom lip.

“Then —” he starts and stops, “If you have to even think about it, I think my answer is already there.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I know it’s not,” he sighs and grabs your hand and holds it to his chest right above his heart, “but you said you made a promise, right?” His voice cracks again and you both hate this, “I feel the things you’re are feeling, too. About me, I mean. I also feel them for you,” he laughs humorlessly, “so much.”

You whimper.

“I can speak to him.” You say.

Bucky doesn’t know what to suggest or think about right now. Yes, he’d love for you to say yes and come with him as his date, but he’s surprised to a certain level that you’re even comparing what you feel with him to what you felt with Steve. Even if you did make a promise. He feels a frustration he can’t explain.

Which is why he pulls your hand off his heart and squeeze it once before letting go. It’s then that you feel the little paper in your hand. 

Your tear filled eyes look at the little white folded paper in your hand. You start to unfold it.

“Don’t,” he stops you, “you don’t have to read it now. Later, please. I know you didn’t say yes, but you did say yes to the ball, right? I still want you to have the note,  because I still mean everything in there. Your answer didn’t not change anything.” You nod your head, “Let’s take you home, Squirmy.”

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The car ride is mostly silent. Occasionally one of you will say a comment that makes the other chuckle, but it’s short lived. 

You know you just need the night to just let it all sink in, but everything would be alright.

When you kiss him goodnight, he kisses you back just as deeply.

Bucky watches as you walk to your front door. His head rests on his left hand, left elbow on his car door, and his right hand stays tight around the steering wheel.

He feels a sadness, jealousy, and anger he had never felt before yet in this relationship. Hell, he knows it’s only been a few days, but he could not take the feelings boiling inside of him. 

When he gets home and slams his own front door closed, his dad’s already yelling at him.

“Hey! No slamming doors, Buck.”

Bucky knows his father is right, he was raised better than that, but he was upset. He doesn’t even acknowledge him as he rips off his jacket and hangs it up on the mini coat rack.

Bucky walks into the kitchen for a cold water bottle out of the fridge.

“How’d it go?” He hears his mother ask from the living room. He knows what she’s asking. He’s also a bit disappointed because she should be in bed resting. She’s been out of her bed, which the doctor told her she should stay in, more often than she should be.

He uncaps the bottle and downs a few ounces. 

It helps only a little.

“She said no.” Bucky mumbles, voice wavering as he makes his way up the stairs and to his room.

He lets his door close quietly behind him, but he’s still feeling the same way.

He places his water bottle on his desk and stretches his arms out onto it. He takes in a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

He was being dramatic. 

It’s just a stupid high school dance.

It’s just a stupid high school dance.

Feeling his nerves relax just slightly, he blindly reaches for his bottle, but the edge of it catches on his notebook, causing it to fall to the floor.

“Shit.”

Loose pages had fallen out at his feet. He bends down to pick it up and puts them properly inside. 

It’s when he lifts the last paper than he sees the beautiful rose from all those weeks ago that he had found at the rink. The one he had stored safely in the notebook.

Its color has faded now and it was dry. But preserved.

With delicate hands, he picks up the rose and places it back inside the notebook.

It’s then that he sees one of the pedals had fallen off.

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You regret opening the note the second you fall back behind your front door, thankful your parents had the graveyard shift tonight.

I’ve always hoped to live wishes and dreams I’ve only ever heard about 

To know I’m living that right now with you is the best gift i’ve ever received

I hope to keep living out my wishes with you and dreams if you let me

You’ll be my princess at the ball and prom, and I’ll be your prince.

I knew you’d say yes, because you and me, this is real. 

I’m not living a dream, you’re my dream.

You break down into tears.

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N E X T C H A P T E R

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[l0sercat]

wesker for the nsfw alphabet plss

Y'all the amount of requests I have rn are crazy and I'm so fucking tired so I'm going to be slow to update and just do he asks I feel like doing so I dnt burn out. Hope y'all understand :')

Albert Wesker NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There is aftercare if he has been rough. He will prepare a bath and get you whatever you need.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his eyes. They are just so cool and makes his look intimidating. And they always seem to make you shiver when they pierce you. He loves you ass. That's all I need to say.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't like messes so he prefers to cum in you. Also because he wants to breed you..

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You came to his work wearing a small skirt and it got him really distracted and hard. So when you left and he could slip away he jerked off. The image of you in that short tight skirt plagued his mind and he moaned our your name.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hardly has experience but what he lacks in experience he makes up in confidence.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl but he's still dominant. Or doggy style. I can't pick 😮‍💨

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He more serious. What's so funny about sex?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's all nice and trimmed. What else did you expect a bush? No not from this god. Nothing is messy or sloppy. It perfect.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be romantic. It usually is but sometimes it's not. He can be really sweet and gentle. It's kinda rare.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He hardly masturbates he just doesn't feel the need to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes gags. Especially gag rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom. You guys have privacy and it's easier to breed you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you all dolled up for him. Seeing you in your best clothing and hanging onto his arm it's gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. You are his and his alone.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give. He just loves tasting you and having your juices coat his face.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It's depends. Most of the time the speed is n between fast and slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really like them. You don't have them that often. He prefers proper sex so he can properly breed you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn't take a lot of risks and he's okay to experiment as long as it's not too risky or bad.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last for hours. With uroboros he has so much stamina.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys he doesn't need to. He will never bring the into the bedroom. He has himself and his tentacles so toys are not needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease but doesn't do it a lot

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts a lot and here and there he moans. If your sucking him off and catch him off guard he'll whine.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to be edged. Idk why but I feel like he'd just love you to tease him back and try to take control.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's 8 inches long and 3 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's not that high. But when he's horny oh boy...

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits till you fall asleep then he'll fall asleep a little after.

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[strangerstilinski]

SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter five

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 7,830

chapter notes; amber forces a reluctant stiles to help her in the fight to keep derek alive after he's attacked by hunters.

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c h a p t e r   f i v e

magic bullet

Nearly a week passes without incident.

The end of the school day was drawing near and Amber found herself at her normal desk in World History sitting in front of Scott. The whole class was waiting as Mr. Browning dawdled around at his desk before passing out the graded tests they'd taken on Friday afternoon.

Scott was pinned between his friends, sitting in front of Stiles and behind Amber. He was being hounded from both directions with the questions that were eating away at them.

After the ludicrously brief recap Scott had given the two of them at lunch, summarizing the conversation he'd had with Derek several days before, they were desperate to know more. For reasons which remained unknown, Scott had kept the information to himself for nearly six days before he told Stiles and Amber what he knew about the mysterious and powerful Alpha that was desperate to get Scott to be a part of its pack.

"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles leaned forward to whisper at the back of Scott's head.

Amber turned around in her seat to be a part of the conversation and rested her arms at the edge of Scott's desk as she peered back at her friends.

"I don't know." Scott answered briskly, avoiding eye contact with Amber even though she was hovering only a few inches away from him.

"So, did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Amber asked quietly, tapping her pencil rhythmically on Scott's desktop.

"I don't know." Scott mumbled again.

Amber watched Stiles fall back into his seat with an adorable pout. The girl's eyes were drawn to his pursed lips as he drew his eyebrows together in a frown. He paused for a moment in thought before leaning forward again, "Does Allison's dad know about the Alph-"

"I don't know!" Scott shouted at his friends, drawing attention from the rest of their classmates.

The three teens all shied away from the sudden attention and shrunk back slightly in their seats. Mr. Browning raised an eyebrow when he made eye contact with Amber while dropping Stiles' test down onto his desk, continuing forward to pass out Scott and Amber's before moving on.

Amber looked down to her desk and smiled at the little red A at the top of the paper. She turned back around to face her friends and frowned when her eyes caught on the D- that marked the top of Scott's own test. She craned her neck to read the note their teacher had written to accompany the grade.

Not like you! See me after class.

Stiles seemed to do the same and he leaned forward in his seat with a grimace, "Dude, you need to study more."

Scott flipped his test over with a miserable sigh and slapped it facedown on the top of his desk. Amber took pity on him, patting his knuckles while she reached for the paper with her other hand. She flipped it over and skimmed through the incorrect answers to try and pinpoint what her friend was struggling with.

"That was a joke-" Stiles insisted when he noticed how upset his friend was, "Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up." Stiles reassured him, glancing up to where Amber was still skimming through the pages of Scott's test. "Do you want help studying?"

"You should study with Stiles and me," Amber said immediately, "Seriously. We're a force to be reckoned with when it comes to flash cards."

"No," Scott said, pulling his test from Amber's fingers and placing it facedown on his desk again, "I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles raised his eyebrows at the information and grinned, "That's my boy."

"We're just studying." Scott insisted.

"Uh, no you're not." Stiles countered incredulously.

Amber frowned in confusion at Stiles but his attention remained focussed solely on Scott.

"No, I'm not?" Scott repeated in question, finally turning his head to glance at the boy behind him.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you." Stiles pressed, "If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I-I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

Amber laughed quietly, "What, are you going to castrate yourself, too?" She asked, tucking her pencil behind her ear.

"Huh?" Stiles asked dumbly, finally looking past Scott to catch Amber's eye.

"Well, I mean- We study together all the time, and you've never made a move on me." She pointed out.

Scott coughed quietly to cover a laugh and Stiles spluttered, "Wh- Well, that's different. Right, Scott?" He asked, leaning forward and punching Scott in the shoulder.

"Sure, dude." Scott agreed unconvincingly, "Just- Stop with the questions. All right, guys?"

"Done." Stiles acceded, "No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek-" He finished quietly, "Who still scares me."

Amber was still frowning from Stiles' previous comments and she avoided his eyes as she turned to face forward in her seat again. She was aware that Stiles wasn't attracted to her — Of course the two of them were different from Scott going to study with Allison.

The girl felt silly for having attempted to make the joke at all.

She shoved her test into her folder dejectedly and pulled out her notebook, moving to write the date at the top of the page and pausing to frantically search her desk when she couldn't find her pencil. Amber huffed, shuffling her things around in frustration for a minute before Scott leaned forward, gently touching the hair tucked behind her ear. She turned slightly in surprise and deflated when she saw him holding her pencil out over her shoulder.

"Right," Amber sighed quietly, grabbing the pencil from her friend's outstretched hand. "Thanks."

Scott patted her on the shoulder, giving her a soft squeeze in understanding before he retreated. Amber took a deep breath. She seriously needed to get her feelings for Stiles back under control.

The weather was unusually warm for the end of January, even in central California, so Amber had told Stiles earlier in the day that she planned to walk home after school. Having cut out of class a few minutes early to go to her locker and pack up her bookbag, she was pulling it over her shoulder and making her way through the deserted hallways on the main floor when she heard familiar voices talking around the corner. She slowed and waited just out of sight, frowning in confusion when she heard Derek's voice.

"-I asked you politely, and I only do that once." He was saying in a low voice.

"Mm, okay, tough guy," Jackson's voice said smugly, "You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him? What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Huh? HGH?"

"Steroids." Derek huffed when he put the pieces together from Jackson's tirade.

Amber thought back to the argument she'd overheard the tail end of between Jackson and Scott in the hallway before tryouts a few weeks before. She was finding it hard to believe that Jackson was this desperate to get some sort of boost for something as simple as high school lacrosse.

She deduced it had to be Scott that they were looking for, but she couldn't imagine why Derek would show up at school in order to find him.

"No, girl scout cookies." Jackson snapped sarcastically, "What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Oh, and uh, by the way, whatever it is you're selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked."

There was a moment of silence before Derek spoke quietly, "I'll find him myself."

"No, we're not done here-" Jackson started before there was a loud bang of something slamming against the lockers.

Amber jumped and rounded the corner to see what was going on. Jackson was leaning up against the lockers, breathing heavily and gripping at the back of his neck with a terrified look on his face. They made eye contact for only a moment before Amber rushed past him to where Derek was moving down the hallway.

"Derek! Wait-" She called out, catching up quickly and moving to stand in front of him. He slowed and leaned his weight into a corner wall that was hidden away slightly by another set of lockers. When she saw his face, her heart dropped. Derek's skin was sickly and pale, his face covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look deathly ill. "Jesus, what-" Amber reached up to touch his damp forehead and flinched at the heat radiating off of his skin. She'd never felt a fever running so hot.

"Need to find Scott." Derek said shortly, blinking slowly and swaying on his feet, pressing himself more firmly against the wall.

"Okay, yeah, I-I think he's still here- Can you like, use your wolfy hearing and figure out exactly where he is or something?"

Derek closed his eyes and breathed deeply, furrowing his eyebrows as he focussed. Amber was silent for a long minute as the werewolf listened but the bell signaling the end of the day suddenly rang out loudly directly above their heads. Derek recoiled and scrunched his face up in pain, reaching his hands up to cover his sensitive ears.

Amber winced in sympathy and when the noise ceased, she took his hand, frowning at the dampness that suddenly coated her fingers. She glanced down and found that not only were his hands clammy with sweat, but there was blood dripping down from beneath the sleeve of his jacket and it covered their interlocked hands.

"What-" She started to ask but was interrupted.

"Find. Scott." He said simply, holding her hand tight enough that it hurt for a moment before his grip loosened.

"Okay, okay." Amber acquiesced, quickly pulling him through the growing crowd of students and toward the front entrance.

Derek stumbled when they stepped out into the sunlight, reaching up to block his eyes and nearly tripping over his own feet. Amber repositioned him so that his arm was draped over her shoulder and she gripped his bicep and waist tight as they stumbled down the stairs and toward the parking lot.

Amber looked up from where she'd been watching their feet for tripping hazards and swore under her breath. A familiar blue Jeep was whipping out of a parking spot and began to drive away just as the two were breaching the row of parked cars.

"Stiles!" Amber called out as she dragged Derek out in front of the moving vehicle.

The tires of the Jeep squealed as Stiles slammed on the brakes and Amber couldn't help but flinch. She jostled Derek in the process and sent them both toppling over and crashing to the ground when she refused to let go of him.

The car behind Stiles in line to leave the parking lot began honking their horn loudly and Amber struggled to tug her arm out from underneath Derek's back. When she finally freed herself from beneath his weight, she gripped his upper arms and pulled him to sit upright, settling a hand at the top of his spine between his shoulder blades.

"What the hell?" Scott's voice called out to Stiles through his open window as the tanned boy ran up to the scene.

Stiles and Scott both rushed around the front of the car where Amber was watching Derek's pained breathing worriedly.

"Thanks for not running us over," Amber panted in exhaustion from carrying the werewolf. She looked up at Stiles as Scott dropped to the ground in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked Derek.

"I was shot." Derek breathed out, brushing Amber's hand off the place where it was resting on his left forearm.

"You were shot?" Amber squeaked, reaching out to his feverish forehead again in a panic. A fever meant an infection, and an infected bullet wound didn't mean anything good.

"He's not looking so good, dudes." Stiles observed slowly.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked frantically.

"I can't." Derek said, breathing heavily, "It w- It was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked with far too much enthusiasm for the situation.

"No, you idiot." Derek glared.

"Hey, you didn't exactly give us notes on werewolf weaknesses-" Amber started before Derek's glare turned on her, "But now's definitely not the time to be thinking about that. Right."

"Wait, wait-" Scott cut in, "That's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours."

"What?" Derek and Amber both said at the same time, "Who- Who said forty-eight hours?" Derek asked breathlessly.

"The one who shot you." Scott replied.

"You knew Derek was shot?!" Amber asked angrily, glaring at her friend.

Derek suddenly gasped and flinched back, blinking his eyes rapidly. Amber's own widened in surprise when she saw his eyes glow a bright, luminescent blue.

"What are you doing?" Scott scolded worriedly, "Stop that!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you- I can't." Derek hissed, fighting to control his shift.

"Derek, get up!" Scott demanded.

"Yeah, we've been trying that, Scott." Amber snapped, "He's pure muscle and weighs about seventy pounds more than me. So, a little help would be appreciated."

Scott sighed and moved quickly to stand at Derek's back, "Help me put him in the car." He told his friends, putting his hands under the injured boy's arms and beginning to lift him up.

Amber went to Derek's front to steady him once Scott got him to his feet. The two teens moved him toward the passenger side of the vehicle while Stiles hovered close by. Amber climbed across into the center seat and waited as Scott lifted Derek's limp body to fall into the spot beside her.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek told Scott once the car door was closed.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"She's an Argent- She's with them." Derek told him.

"Why the hell should I help you?" Scott asked angrily.

"Scott, what the hell is your-" Amber scolded, leaning over Derek only to be held back by his arm as he interrupted her.

"Because you need me." He told the boy outside the vehicle.

Stiles finally rounded the Jeep, climbing back behind the wheel and getting the car started again as Scott answered, "Fine. I'll try." He looked across the car toward Stiles, "Hey, get him out of here."

Stiles scrunched his face up in annoyance, his eyes flicking between Amber and Scott, "I hate you both for this- So much." Despite his words, he reached for the gear shift and put the vehicle into drive, stepping on the gas pedal and speeding out of the parking lot.

The three drove in silence for twenty minutes before Amber spoke, turning toward Derek beside her, "So, why do you need Scott to figure out what kind of bullet it was?"

Derek took a deep breath, leaning back against the headrest, "Because I can't heal unless I know exactly what was in it."

Amber nodded, tapping her fingers against her thigh. "Let me call Scott and see if he's found it yet." She clicked on her friend's contact and waited as it rang through to voicemail. "Let me try again," She mumbled, furrowing her eyebrows as she glanced toward where Stiles was driving with a scowl on his face. The phone rang several times again before Scott's voicemail sounded through the speaker.

"Just text him." Stiles suggested, glancing down at the girl beside him and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

Amber did as she was told and sent Scott a text message to ask him if he'd found the bullet. She tapped her phone rhythmically against her thigh as her nerves swelled. Both Derek and Stiles reached out to stop her movements at the same time, Derek's hand landing on her right knee and Stiles' covering her fidgeting hand with his own.

The girl watched in amusement as Stiles glared across the car, flicking Derek's hand away before taking Amber's hand in his own again and muttering something about werewolf paws under his breath. Derek growled quietly but remained otherwise unmoving.

They drove several more minutes in silence before Derek began to shift in his seat, struggling to remove his leather jacket. Amber pulled her left hand free from Stiles and dropped her phone into the seat between them. She reached over to help slide the jacket down over the injured boy's arms, tossing it into the backseat when they had successfully gotten it off.

Derek sighed painfully and leaned back into the seat again as Amber's phone pinged with a text message. The girl jumped as she fumbled for her phone and went to read it.

Need more time.

Stiles read the message over her shoulder and they both sighed in frustration as Amber tucked the phone into her pocket.

"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Stiles sent an annoyed glare at Derek.

"Huh?" Amber questioned, looking up at the boy beside her in confusion.

"Almost where?" Derek asked with his eyes closed, looking as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Your house." Stiles stated as if it should have been obvious.

"What?" Derek finally looked up and opened his eyes, "No, you can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles clarified in disbelief.

"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek explained obviously.

The Jeep suddenly swerved, veering to the side of the road. Amber reached out to steady herself by gripping the knees of the boys on either side of her. Stiles slammed on the breaks and parked the car on the curb, turning the car off before turning to face them.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hm?" Stiles demanded, "Are you dying?"

"Oh, god. Are you dying?" Amber asked again, turning to Derek with wide eyes.

"Not yet," He told them with a shaky breath, "I have a last resort."

"What do you mean!" Stiles shouted in frustration in the small car, "What last resort!"

Instead of answering, Derek slowly pulled up the long sleeve of his shirt and revealed a deep bullet hole in the flesh of his left forearm, still oozing a slow stream of dark blood.

"Jesus." Amber gasped at the wound, reaching out to his arm before she caught herself and dropped her hand into her lap.

"Oh. My. God!" Stiles yelled before gagging, "What is that? Oh, is that contagious?" He asked, flinching away and closing his eyes, "Y'know what? You should probably just get out."

"Stiles." Amber berated, peering closer at the wound and the dark veins that were creeping out along Derek's skin.

"Start the car. Now." Derek ordered.

Stiles scoffed, "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Amber's head whipped around to scowl at her friend but before she could say anything, Derek spoke.

"Start the car. Or I'll rip your girlfriend's throat out."

"I don't have a girlfriend-" Stiles corrected in confusion.

"I'll rip Amber's throat out." Derek clarified.

"Hey!" Amber cried out in offense, turning to face the werewolf fully and leaning back to press herself up against Stiles' in the tight car.

Stiles ignored Amber and paused. He put a hand on her arm and turned in his seat, narrowing his eyes in scrutiny at the sickly werewolf before responding, "No you won't."

"Fine. I'll rip your throat out." Derek amended darkly, "With my teeth."

Amber turned her head and watched as Stiles' eye twitched before he seemed to decide that Derek would, indeed, be willing to rip his throat out with his teeth. Stiles made a face, releasing Amber before he proceeded to turn the key in the ignition and pull away from the curb.

After several minutes, Amber looked around them and perked up slightly before she spoke, "I spy something dark and depressing."

"Derek." Stiles guessed immediately and without enthusiasm.

Amber narrowed her eyes at her friend until he glanced over at her and saw her glare, "No."

Stiles sighed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I don't know, was it one of the, like, ten abandoned businesses we've driven by?"

"I- Yeah," Amber slumped into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as her eyes flicked around the vehicle, "Oh! Okay, I spy something orange."

Stiles' gaze moved to her for only a couple seconds before returning to the road, "It's your nail polish- Which is not orange, by the way."

"It's orange-ish," Amber defended, looking down at the peachy shade of fingernail polish she'd painted over the weekend.

After twenty seconds, Stiles sat up in his seat excitedly, "I spy something-"

"Will you two. Shut. Up." Derek said slowly with a sigh, not bothering to open his eyes or lift his head from where it was resting against the side of the car.

Amber and Stiles both shrunk back into their seats with a sigh. The girl shifted her body until she could comfortably rest her head against Stiles shoulder as he drove without impeding on his ability to reach the gear lever. She quietly alternated between watching the road and watching Stiles' fingers as his hands moved along the steering wheel.

After that, they drove around town in silence for a long while before Amber suddenly had a realization.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news on an already bad day but, uh- We should probably stop driving around downtown where someone could see us."

"I'm no longer a murder suspect." Derek said quietly, eyes closed again as he took deep breaths.

"Oh, no, it's not that- Just, Allison sorta thinks you and I broke up, so if someone were to see you and me and Stiles all piled inside the Jeep-"

Derek's head snapped up with a murderous expression as Stiles spluttered incoherent noises on her other side.

"I'm sorry- Let's back up- Allison thinks you and Derek were dating?" Stiles asked incredulously, a look of dismay on his face.

Amber grimaced, "Well, not dating so much as hooking up-"

"What." Derek spoke darkly.

Amber sighed, bouncing her leg nervously, "It's not as bad as it sounds, I just- After we got the ride home on the full moon, Scott told her the two of you weren't friends, right? And instead of being terrified, she managed to put these puzzle pieces together in her head and she thought that we were hooking up and so I just- I didn't tell her she was wrong?" The expressions on the boy's faces didn't improve and she barreled on, "I told her I wasn't going to see you anymore after that and she just sort of dropped it- So, I figured it would be fine-"

"I changed my mind," Derek said breathlessly, eyes closing again, "I want to rip your throat out too."

"I'm sorry!" Amber wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, "I honestly didn't think it would ever come back to bite me in the ass- Or, in the throat, I guess."

Derek's face twitched in what might've turned into a smile before he schooled his expression again. "Go to the south side of town," Derek commanded quietly, "Warehouse district- Just, avoid any roads near the preserve."

Stiles muttered something about not being a chauffeur but still flicked on his turn signal and took a side street that would lead them south.

"Let me see your arm again," Amber said, pulling her right leg up underneath her and turning to face Derek fully. She took a good look at his face and noticed dark circles beneath his eyes that had emerged at some point in the last hour.

Derek hesitated with a frown before he pulled his sleeve back up and held his arm out toward her. The dark veins that trailed out from the bullet hole seemed to have grown in size where they curled up his forearm.

"Okay, it definitely looks like it's getting worse." Amber announced, brushing her fingers featherlight over the darkening skin around the wound. "We- We should tie it off or something to slow the infection spreading, right? Like a tourniquet?" She asked, looking back and forth between the boys.

"I have no idea what could possibly treat-" Stiles glanced over at the wound again and gagged, "-that."

Derek's only response was a grunt that Amber decided to take as a sound of approval. She leaned over the back of the seat to rifle through the mess behind them and re-emerged with a dirty tshirt that had been in the backseat for an unspecified amount of time.

"Hey! That's my shirt-" Stiles protested.

Amber turned her head with a glare, "Stiles, I swear to God-"

"Uh, I was kidding- It's totally cool- I-I don't like that shirt anyway." Stiles feigned nonchalance, glancing over at them briefly before returning his eyes to the road, "In fact, I hate it. I would like nothing more than to see it covered in- Whatever the hell that is, leaking out of him."

"Great." Amber smiled sarcastically before turning back to the passenger side of the vehicle, "Any chance you can wolf-out and rip this for me with a claw or something?" Amber asked, shying back when Derek gave her an unimpressed look, "No? Okay, that's fine. I can totally rip it myself."

Amber pulled at the fabric at the bottom of the shirt as hard as she could and only succeeded in stretching the material. She went with another approach and bit down on the edge of the fabric between her teeth before tugging, but the cotton remained relatively unharmed.

"Okay, they make this look unrealistically easy in movies." She sighed, flexing her sore jaw and continuing to pull with all her might at the fabric in her hands.

Derek lifted his head and reached across with his right hand to claw a small hole into the fabric before taking a shaky breath and dropping his head back against the metal doorframe.

With the shirt torn, Amber managed to rip a strip away from the bottom easily until she had a long strand of the cloth. Placing it around Derek's forearm just below his elbow, she wrapped it around a couple times. She pulled the fabric as tight as she could manage, apologizing when Derek winced in pain, and tied it off in a knot.

The group continued to loop around through the abandoned roads and alleyways on the southern edge of town. They drove long enough that the evening light gave way to darkness without any sort of update from Scott.

Amber sighed and reached up yet again to place the back of her hand over Derek's sweaty forehead, "You keep getting hotter." Amber pointed out worriedly.

"Figures," Stiles mumbled, "Even on the brink of death he's attractive."

"His fever, Stiles." Amber said in exasperation.

"Oh, right, yeah."

Amber rolled her eyes and settled back into her seat again, reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone. The screen was bright against the dimly lit car when she clicked it on and she put the call on speakerphone as it rang through to Scott. It had been hours — He had to have found something by now.

Stiles pulled the Jeep over to a stop at the side of the road and leaned against the driver's side window as the phone rang.

"Yeah?" Scott answered the phone casually.

"Scott, Jesus Christ. What is taking so long?" Amber asked frantically.

"What. Are we supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked their friend loudly, glancing over at Derek who was looking paler than ever.

"Take him somewhere- Anywhere." Scott's voice cut through the phone speaker.

"And, by the way, he's starting to smell." Stiles announced, scrunching up his nose on an inhale.

Derek lifted his gaze to scowl across the car and Amber frowned at her friend's comment, but she couldn't deny that it was true. Even with the windows down, the smell of rotting flesh was starting to spread throughout the confined space.

"Like-like what?" Scott asked in confusion.

Amber took the call off speakerphone and brought the phone up to her ear to speak quietly into the device, "Like death."

Stiles grabbed Amber's hand and moved to hold the phone out between their ears, pressing their heads closer together so they could both hear through the speaker.

"Okay," Scott said after a moment, "Take him to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?" Amber asked.

"He's gone by now." Scott assured her, "There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster." He told them.

Amber sighed and Stiles blew out a breath, "You're not gonna believe where he's telling us to take you." Stiles told Derek, relinquishing the phone to Amber.

Derek opened his eyes when Amber held out the phone and brought it up to his left ear for him. He took a shaky breath, "Did you find it?"

"How am I supposed to find one bullet?" Amber heard Scott hiss quietly through the phone, "They have a million. This house is like the frickin' Walmart of guns."

"Look," Derek said, "If you don't find it, then I'm dead. Alright?"

Amber gulped, biting down hard on her lower lip as she watched Derek take a few shallow breaths.

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing-" Scott muttered down the line and Amber's face pinched tight in anger at her friend.

"Then think about this," Derek cut him off, "The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive- You need me." He said slowly between breaths, "Find the bullet."

The call ended abruptly and the car was silent for a moment before Stiles started the engine again and headed in the direction of the Animal Clinic.

When they parked at the clinic, Stiles went ahead of them to search for the key hidden behind the dumpster. Derek threw open the passenger door and tumbled out of the car clumsily, cradling his left arm to his chest. Amber followed after him and hovered at his right side with a hand on his back, leading him toward the metal roll-up door at the back of the building.

Stiles unlocked the latch at the bottom of the door and pushed it upward, revealing the storage room as his phone pinged with an incoming text message.

As soon as they entered the room, Derek threw himself down to sit on a pile of dog food bags. The feverish sweat on his face glistened in the fluorescent lights of the back room and the purple smudges under his eyes appeared darker against the white paleness of his skin.

Stiles pulled out his phone and read the message on the screen before addressing Derek, "Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" He recited.

"It's a rare strain of wolfsbane," Derek announced with a sigh, "He has to bring me the bullet."

"Why?" Stiles asked, handing over his phone when Amber reached for it to read the name of the poison written on the screen herself.

"'Cause I'm gonna die without it."

Stiles and Amber both looked up at Derek with wide eyes before glancing at one another. Amber chewed on her lip, handing Stiles' phone back to him and moving to help Derek stand from his makeshift bench. She resumed their position from earlier in the day, throwing Derek's uninjured arm over her shoulder this time and supporting as much of his weight as she could while Stiles unlocked and opened doors for them.

Pushing into the main exam room, Amber stumbled and Derek's free hand reached out to Stiles' shoulder for support as they tumbled through the doorway.

"Okay-" Stiles said, shaking off the werewolf's hand and flicking on the overhead lights.

Derek pulled away from Amber and began peeling his shirt over his head. He swayed over to the metal exam table in the middle of the room and rested his injured arm across the top. It was still bleeding and the dark purplish-black veins trailing from the wound were thicker, but they had only spread a few centimeters past where the tshirt was tied tightly around his arm.

"Y'know, that really doesn't look like something some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles joked nervously from the opposite side of the table.

"Yeah, I'm sure some herbal tea will fix it." Amber said sarcastically, slapping Stiles on the arm when she reached his side.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek panted, beginning to search around the room for something. He pulled drawer after drawer open and shut in his hunt.

"'Positivity' just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked, rubbing at his arm where the girl had just hit him.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time- Last resort." Derek said breathlessly, pulling open yet another drawer.

"What kind of last resort?" Amber asked anxiously.

Derek emerged from his search, alarmingly, holding up a small electric saw, "Stiles is gonna cut off my arm."

Amber looked at Stiles in fear and saw the look of dread on the boy's face. She reached out to grip the open end of his plaid shirt in her fist and swallowed past the lump in her throat.

Derek slid the saw across the metal worktop toward Stiles and Amber watched as he picked it up to examine it with a frightened look. The boy pressed the trigger and the saw whirred loudly, causing the two teens to jump.

"Oh my god." Stiles whined, dropping the saw back down onto the table. "What if you bleed to death?" He questioned with wide eyes and Amber nodded in support of the question, also worrying about the possible outcome.

Derek was untying the cloth around his arm, putting one end between his teeth and pulling at the other to get it secured even tighter, "It'll heal if it works," Derek told them around the fabric in his mouth.

Amber's stomach was turning nauseatingly and Stiles sighed, shaking his head in distress, "Ugh," He groaned, "Look, I don't know if I can do this." Stiles admitted weakly, leaning on the table and watching Derek re-secure the tourniquet.

"Why not?" Derek asked in annoyance.

"Well," Stiles started, voice raising in pitch, "Because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"

Amber fought to keep from gagging at the comment about cutting through bone. Her mind flashed to the image of Laura Hale's body. The way the severed opening had exposed the sliced bones, organs, and muscle inside.

Derek's voice broke her out of her thoughts, "You faint at the sight of blood?" He asked Stiles in disbelief.

"Well, he might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Amber defended, raising her voice.

"Alright, fine." Derek sighed, "How about this, one of you cuts off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." He finished, shifting his gaze toward Stiles.

"Derek, c'mon-" Amber started before being interrupted by Stiles.

"Okay, y'know what? I am so not buying your threats any-" Stiles gasped when Derek pulled him roughly over the table with a tight grip on the collar of his shirt.

"Oh my god, Derek, I'll do it! Okay, I'll do it-" Amber yelled, rushing around the end of the table and moving to Derek's side to remove his hand from Stiles' shirt.

Derek was breathing hard. His chest heaved with every inhale and Amber gripped his hand where she still held it after pulling him off of Stiles.

"What- What are you doing?" Stiles asked, eyeing the man worriedly.

"Der-" Amber started.

Derek suddenly keeled over and vomited an inky black liquid onto the cement floor, small drops splattering onto the white of Amber's sneakers.

"Holy God!" Stiles gagged, peering down at the bile covering the floor and Amber's shoes. "What the hell is that!"

"Are you okay?" Amber questioned in concern. She gripped Derek's hand tight and watched as he took in gasping breaths where he was still leaning over the side of the table.

"It's my body- Trying to heal itself." Derek panted.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it-" Stiles announced through a gag.

"Oh, god." Amber gagged as the smell of the black bile reached her nose.

"Now," Derek breathed, glancing up at Amber, "You gotta do it now."

Amber gulped, bouncing on her toes anxiously, "God, okay. Give me a minute-"

"Just do it!" Derek yelled at her, causing the girl to flinch.

"Okay! Okay!" Amber yelled back, grabbing the saw in her shaking hands. She put it against the skin just below the man's elbow with a nervous whine. She felt Stiles move to stand behind her and grab her hips, hiding his face in her hair at the spot between her neck and shoulder.

"Here we go-" Stiles said loudly into her neck, tilting his head up a fraction of an inch to peek through the curtain of her hair.

Amber looked at the way Derek's face pinched in preparation for what was about to happen, his jaw clenched tight. The girl yelled out a loud whine one final time, her finger twitching on the saw's trigger just as she heard Scott's voice calling out from the front of the building.

"Stiles? Amber?"

"Scott?" Amber croaked out in a shaky voice, looking up toward the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing!" Scott yelled from the front of the room as he took stock of the situation.

Amber gasped a relieved breath and dropped the saw from her shaking hands and onto the metal worktop with a loud bang.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles informed him, rubbing his hands up the girl's waist and smacking a kiss to the hair at the back of her head.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked from where he was still sprawled across the tabletop.

Scott reached into his pocket and handed Derek a large bullet for a rifle. Derek held it up under the light and looked at it, eyes blinking heavily.

"What are you going to do with it?" Amber asked, leaning closer to examine the ordinary-looking bullet.

"I'm gonna-" Derek started, swaying on his feet, "I'm gonna-"

Derek's legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground, the bullet hitting the floor with an echoing clink.

"No! No, no, no, no-" Scott rushed after the bullet as it rolled away across the floor.

Derek hit the ground on his back and Amber rushed to kneel down beside him. His chest didn't appear to be rising and falling with his breaths and Amber whined in distress. She leaned over his face and placed the shell of her ear to his lips, both feeling and listening for his breathing. After a long moment, no air had exited his mouth to puff against her ear and the girl cried out, interlacing her fingers together and pressing the ball of her hand into the center of his chest to begin compressions.

Stiles immediately kneeled down beside her, "What are you doing?" He asked worriedly.

"I don't think he's breathing," Amber choked out, her eyes heating up with warm tears as she thrust her body weight down onto her hands. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Derek's pale, lifeless face.

"Derek?" Stiles called out to the man uselessly.

After a round of compressions, Amber reached down to tilt Derek's chin up with one hand, plugging his nose with the other before bringing her mouth to his and blowing in two hard breaths. When the werewolf didn't immediately move, she began compressions again, sniffling as she pressed into his chest as hard as she could.

"He's not waking up!" Stiles called out to Scott, reaching out a hand to rest on Amber's lower back as she rhythmically thrust her weight down onto Derek's limp body, "I think he's dead!"

"Just hold on!" Scott yelled back.

Amber leaned down and repeated the next step, bringing their lips together and blowing into Derek's mouth twice. On the second breath, Derek spluttered and coughed, tilting his head to the side to choke on a choppy breath.

"Oh my god." Amber cried in relief, pulling at his naked shoulders to get him sitting upright.

"I got it!" Scott called out from across the room.

Stiles helped Amber pull Derek up from the ground and release him to lean his weight heavily onto the worktop again as Scott handed over the bullet for the second time. Derek clenched the shell casing between his teeth and separated it from the bullet, tapping the shell against the tabletop and pouring out what looked like tiny dried bits of herb.

They all watched as Derek pulled a small lighter out of his pocket and lit bullet's filling with the flame, causing it to spark violently and sizzle for a few seconds before burning out. Derek collected the ash, sweeping it into the palm of his right hand. He clapped his hand over the open bullet wound and groaned. He dug his finger into the small hole to press the ash inside with a pained scream.

Amber flinched and her hands shook, wanting to reach out and help. She watched with wide eyes as Derek continued to yell out in pain, collapsing back onto the floor. The muscles in his body tightened and flexed as he writhed in agony. Amber took a step forward, moving to kneel beside him but Stiles wrapped a hand around her shoulder to stop her, pulling her back against his chest.

Derek's next scream turned into a low animalistic growl partway through as he arched his back in pain. He fell silent after the growl subsided and they all watched as the dark veins receded toward the bullet hole before that slowly healed and disappeared as well.

"That- Was. Awesome!" Stiles yelled from behind Amber, "Yes!"

Derek slowly began to pull himself up onto his feet again and Amber moved toward him freely this time, helping him to his feet. She gripped his arm in her hand as she examined the place where the wound had been a few seconds before.

"It's gone." She whispered, brushing her fingers over the smooth skin.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked in surprise.

"What, except for the agonizing pain?" Derek said while sending a scowl at the boy and gently pulling his arm out of Amber's grip.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles said playfully, flinching back when Derek sent him an unimpressed glare.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone! You got that?" Scott suddenly yelled at Derek.

"Scott-" Amber cut in defensively.

Scott continued, loudly speaking over her, "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything-"

"Oh, you're gonna trust them?" Derek asked, "You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott snapped.

Derek looked between Scott and Stiles in genuine surprise before nodding, "Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are." He told Scott.

Scott seemed to deflate a little, "What d'you mean?" He asked in confusion.

"C'mon," Derek commanded, nodding toward the door and grabbing his shirt from the counter behind him to pull it back on.

Scott and Stiles stormed out of the exam room but Amber hesitated, "Derek, wait-" Amber pleaded with a frown, "You're really just, okay now?"

"I'm fine." Derek agreed, "I'm healed."

"I- Okay," She let out a breath she felt like she'd been holding for hours.

They moved out of the room and toward the back entrance where they'd first come in. When the two reached the rolling door that led outside, Derek reached up a hand and rested it on her shoulder.

"Thank you," He told her quietly, applying pressure as he squeezed her arm.

"I was scared," Amber admitted under her breath in the hopes that her friends wouldn't be able to hear her from where they were standing beside the parked Jeep. Her mind flashed back to the image of Derek's lifeless face as he layed on the cold floor of the exam room.

"I know," Derek said softly, "But you did good."

Amber smiled a small, grateful smile at the man in front of her, flinching when Stiles threw a dark object between them. Derek caught it easily before it could hit him in the face and he fisted the leather jacket in his hands for a second before pulling it on. He turned toward Scott, nodding his head to the side in a signal.

"I'll talk to you guys later on." Scott promised them before turning to leave with Derek.

Amber and Stiles climbed into the Jeep and the girl began to buckle her seatbelt, listening to the sound of keys jingling as the boy went to start the car. Just as she clicked her buckle into place, Stiles' voice suddenly cut through the quiet.

"Y'know, for the record- I don't think you should kiss Derek ever again."

Amber sputtered, "W- Stiles, I didn't kiss him."

Stiles glanced at her with pursed lips as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, "You were lip locking, open-mouthed," He shivered exaggeratedly, "It was kissy-enough."

"I was giving him CPR- He wasn't breathing!" Amber laughed incredulously, turning to lean against the window and face her friend in the dark car.

"Yeah, yeah." Stiles dismissed, "No more of that either, then. Next time Derek stops breathing, just let me punch him in the face or something."

Amber laughed, "In literally what universe would that be helpful?"

Stiles shrugged, "I think it could've worked."

Amber snorted and reached across the car to shove at his face playfully.

"Hey! Hey- No hitting the driver!" Stiles laughed, slapping her arm away, "If I crash this car, you're explaining to my dad that it was all your fault."

Amber rolled her eyes, "Deal." She agreed, tilting her head back to rest sideways against the seat as she watched the calming motions of Stiles driving her home.

"So, what top secret information did Derek want to give you?" Amber asked from where she was dangling off the edge of her mattress. Stiles was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed and her head hung over the side to rest on his shoulder.

Amber eyed Scott's upside-down form where he was still hovering in the doorway to her bedroom.

"Derek thinks the Argents set the fire that killed his family." Scott told them, entering the room to flop on his back on the bed beside Amber.

"Wait- What?" Scrambling to sit up, Amber kicked Scott in the shoulder in her haste before settling on her knees to look at her friend with wide eyes.

Stiles turned to face Scott in intrigue as well, leaning to rest his arms on the mattress, "He said what, now?"

Scott sighed, "He brought me to see his uncle, the one that survived the fire." He explained, eyes glued to the ceiling, "He was awake but like, completely comatose- In a wheelchair and covered in these burn scars-"

"So, he's not a werewolf?" Stiles asked, "He couldn't just heal?"

"He was," Scott corrected, "At least that's what Derek said. I'm not really sure why he couldn't heal, he didn't explain it. Just- Insisted that the Argents were the ones who started the fire."

"Oh my god," Amber mumbled, sitting back on her heels, "That- That's awful. His whole family... Died."

"Derek said some of his family that died in the fire were human, too. That the Argents were trying to kill all the werewolves but they just killed everybody, regardless."

"Well, shit." Stiles said miserably.

"You guys, what am I supposed to do?" Scott asked in a whine, "I really like Allison- And I don't think she knows about any of this- She couldn't."

Amber and Stiles looked at one another with matching frowns. Neither of them had any idea how on earth they were meant to deal with the fact that Allison's family murdered ten innocent people.

#stiles #stilesfic #stiles stilinski x oc #selenophiles #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #dylan obrien fanfic #dyaln o'brien #1x04 #teen wolf fic #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf season one #*

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Could we get some Abraham Grantchester NSFW alphabet.. not feeling anything particular for that character (?) But like .. I need to know everything? Does that make sense? 🥸

You are gonna kill me with these! Abraham is only in one episode and doesn't feature particularly heavily, so this is gonna be a stretch.

Abraham NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Don't be ridiculous - won't even wait for them to pull their skirt back down - he's off once he's pulled out.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Very proud of his ridiculous quiff.

A sucker for a pretty smile, and a massive pair of tits.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Respectfully, not even King Arthur himself could pull Abraham out of his partner - it's going inside.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Has likely found himself in situations in the past where consent is dubious at best.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Abraham gets around - he knows what he's doing.

F= Favorite position

Doggy or against the wall - whatever scratches the itch quickest, basically.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Is very flirtatious and charming in the lead up, but is all business once he gets down to it.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

If the hair on his head is anything to go by, then he definitely manscapes.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Rough and dirty. He's all about a quick fuck.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He's a traveller, so would rather pick up a random from the nearest pub and get his end away.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Enjoys choking his partners. Has a spit kink, obviously.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Where ever. Will just bend his partner over the nearest surface, or push them up against the nearest wall.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Cleavage. A cheeky smile flashed at him from across the room. Suggestive eye contact.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Clinginess. Asking to see him again.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

If his partner wants to blow him he's game, but he won't return the favour.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Has good stamina, considering the fact he jackhammers.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Abraham only does quickies.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He doesn't keep the same partner long enough to experiment.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He's a one and done type of dude. 20 minutes tops.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He'd have to get to know them for this to apply, he won't do that.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Once he knows it's a sure thing he's all business.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Grunts, grits out a "fuck!" as he cums.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

If his partner's underwear are difficult to move to the side he'll just tear them off completely.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

8 inches. It's a monster. He rarely takes the time to properly prepare his conquests, so their eyes will water upon entry if they aren't sufficiently wet.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

High, but he's not gagging for it, because he's confident he can get it when he wants it.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

There's no way he's spending the night or allowing his partner to - the moment he cums he's gone again.

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