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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Dulcis Part 2

Here we are everyone - part 2 - please be warned that this doesn't have a happy ending (I don't think anyone expected there to be a happy ending for this story) and I understand that this is quite toxic. So no hard feelings if you're not into that - go ahead and scroll past it. I took some liberties with Carols job, I don't actually remember whether or not her career is mentioned in the movie so it is what it is.

To everyone who took a moment to comment / reblog / message me about this story - thanks so much and I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to my ladies for letting me send you paragraph upon paragraph of my Dave filth. @frannyzooey @foli-vora @mouthymandalorian

Dave (Murder Daddy) York x F!Reader

Pairing: David York x F!Reader

Word Count: 9.5K (are we even surprised at this point)

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** NSFW 18+ INFIDELITY! (reader is engaged, David is married) language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, **daddy kink** oral (f receiving) vaginal fingering, squirting, semi-public sex praise & aftercare, heavy guilt, violence / death- let me know if I missed any!

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It was disorienting when you woke up. This was not your bed, this was not your room, this is not Charlie.

The both of you must have fallen asleep after everything you’d done. Your phone was still beeping, it was what had woken you up in the first place. You looked at the time - it was two am.

Babe? What the hell is going on? Are you okay?

Jesus Christ.

You had six missed calls from Charlie - you had your phone on silent while you and Dave did...your thing. You quickly called him while Dave slept and hoped he wasn’t on his way home.

The guilt was so intense as you laid there, naked with Dave’s cum dried and flaky on the inside of your thighs. The fact that he answered right away made it worse.

“Babe??” He sounded frantic - genuinely worried, which hurt even more.

“Hey- I’m so sorry, I grabbed dinner and then ended up passing out! I was more tired than I thought.” You laughed lightly - trying to keep your voice down so as not to wake Dave. This all felt so wrong and you suddenly wanted to be far away from everyone and everything. You could hear Jack in the background telling Charlie he was being ridiculous.

“Just glad you’re okay - we usually talk before bed and I was worried that we barely spoke today. Just being paranoid I guess.” You could hear his worry and his relief at having heard from you. Dave turned to face you and you gave him a look that said quiet,he lifted his eyebrows at you. Scooting closer to you.

“Yeah I’m okay babe it’s all good. I’m sorry I wasn’t talkative today-” Your voice hitched at the end of your sentence when Dave started kissing your neck. His hand rubbing at the soft skin of your belly, slowly making its way up to cup your breast possessively. You swallowed hard, this was too much. Charlie kept speaking but you had a lump in your throat as you tried to tell Dave to stop with a look.

He ignored you. Charlie was telling you about his day while Dave made his way between your legs, putting your them on his shoulders. You were trying to close them as Charlie's voice sounded in your ear, but he held them open. He ran a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and making a show of tasting you.

“That’s awesome babe - did you have fun?” You tried to keep your voice normal but he was kissing your thighs and spreading you open. He looked up at you through his lashes as he speared you with two thick fingers, curling them just so. It was hard to focus with him hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. You could hear the wet noises your cunt was making and the blush crept up your chest.

“Sorry babe I’m so tired, let me call you tomorrow - love you!” You were trying to close your legs and Dave let you, putting them together over one shoulder. His fingers didn’t stop however, it only made you tighter, made you feel him more this way.

You hung up as Charlie said his goodbyes and you couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when you were so close to falling off the cliff. He stopped then when you hung up and you whimpered. He shifted so he was kneeling, holding your legs together in one arm as he guided himself to your opening.

You moaned at the stretch - you’d lost count how many times he’d fucked you and even though your pussy was puffy and sore you didn’t want him to stop. Your arousal flowing freely despite how tired you were.

“Has he ever made you this wet? Does he know how to fuck this pretty pussy? My pretty pussy?” His strokes were slow and thorough, burying himself to the hilt and slowly pulling all the way out, watching himself disappear fully into your slicked cunt. His balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, a soft pap pap pap accompanying the wet sounds of body sucking him in.

How could you still be this turned on? How could you still be leaking slick onto the ruined bedspread after having him inside you so many times? How the fuck could he ask you this right now? You couldn’t answer, not when it felt so good. He didn’t like that though, you knew the rules.

He pulled all the way out and waited until you answered.

“No - no one has ever fucked me like this, no one has ever made me this wet before, please - please make me cum again, please daddy.” You tried to reach up to pull him close to you but he didn’t let you - he guided himself into you once more and set a brutal pace.

He opened your legs wide - holding them by the back of your thighs - just above your knees. He nearly folded your body in half as he pushed your legs up into your chest. The new angle made you wail, he was hitting something deep, something that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Does that feel good? Look how cock-dumb you are right now, so fucking pretty, taking my dick so well… god, I could fuck this pussy for hours..” He was snapping his hips, hitting your pelvis hard and it was too much, something huge was happening inside you, you felt it in your stomach and it was spreading, blinding you.

It was like you were floating for a moment, suspended in air as felt yourself pushing him out of your body. You shuddered violently and felt the liquid gush of your orgasm between you.

“Fuck baby, fuck that’s so good. So fucking good...my good girl.” He was stroking himself against your ruined cunt, the thick tip of him rubbing your clit as you shuddered. You felt him cum on your mound but you could barely move. He rubbed his cock through your folds, through your combined liquids. You felt tired, bone tired. You felt filthy, never having been this wanton with anyone before - it was scarily satisfying, and you needed comfort.

Maybe it was his depravity, the way he made you mad with lust but you always needed something after and he knew how to give it to you.

He got up and walked over to his bathroom and cleaned himself up, bringing a warm wet rag with him. This is the only thing Dave did gently.

He opened your legs and cleaned you thoroughly, every trace of himself, every drop of your own arousal. You winced slightly, your pussy was sensitive and sore.

“You did so good baby, such a good girl for me. You took me so well - this pussy was made for me. So perfect and pretty and just for me. You know you’re my favourite right?” He rubbed soothing circles over the soft skin of your belly and it made you uncharacteristically needy for him.

“Yes - Just for you.” You repeated softly. You wanted him closer.

He took the blanket out from under you, it was soaked and he tossed it into the hamper beside the dresser, stopping to grab another from the closet. He covered you with it and got into bed beside you. You half expected him to tell you to get dressed but he didn’t, he laid with you and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed soothing circles onto your back while you listened to his heartbeat in your ear.

“Sleep baby, you deserve it. I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He kissed your forehead - the tenderness after everything you’d done was overwhelming. “Do you need some water?” He seemed to remember how long you’d been in bed together and now that he mentioned it you were parched.

“Yes please -” Before you had finished he was up and out of the room. You looked around, felt the bed underneath you. It smelled like sex and sweat and his wife's perfume.

You should have been ashamed of yourself. The guilt was always present and you felt it now but the slithering thing had wrapped itself around it, choking the life out of it and when you saw him walk into the room with a big glass of water and a little smile you couldn’t be bothered.

“Here- drink this and then we can get some sleep.” He watched as you drank, a guilty look flickering across his face when he saw how thirsty you were, you drained the whole glass and handed it back to him. Wiping a few drops from your chin with the back of your hand.

He got into bed behind you and spooned you, you were tucked into his chest - his hand rubbing your arm while you drifted off, you couldn’t remember ever being this comfortable.

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All the softness was gone the next morning.

You saw it clearly then, there are two versions of Dave - that you know of.

The confident, cocky powerhouse with a big dick that fucks you like a god and makes you see stars through your pussy. The David that is cool, calm and collected - indifferent and laissez faire about you and your life and the destruction he’s wrought.

Then there’s aftercare David. The soft, soothing David. The one that makes you feel safe and calls you his best girl and makes you want to leave everything behind. Makes you want to worship him and do whatever it takes to hear those words.

My good girl, my best girl

But you aren’t a good girl are you, you’re a cheater. You’re a manipulator and your fiance is worrying about you while you’re getting fucked three ways from Sunday in a married man's bed.

The slithering thing has no loyalties - and it turns on you now in the cold light of day.

You think all these things and more as you get dressed, as you gather any evidence of your night with David in his room, in his marital bed and slink away to wait for him to take you home. You vaguely wonder if he’ll fuck Carol in this bed tonight. Will he think of you?

Does he say those filthy things to her? Does he make her beg and plead and call him daddy? Somehow you don’t think so, and if he does - you definitely shouldn’t care.

You’re quiet on the way home, the guilt and the shame are eating you alive. Consuming you from the inside out and every time you think about what you did, what you let him do to you your stomach roils. You want to scrape David out of your mind and out of your body. Exorcise yourself of him. You can’t even bear to look at him and yet you dread getting out of the car.

Your mind and your body are at war, and he can see it. He can see the way your thighs clench and he can imagine that you're remembering scenes from last night. Can see that you won’t look him in the eye.

Charlie texts you then and it compounds the guilt, makes it solid and gives it heft in your stomach.

Hope you slept well - going on a hike with Jack, talk later - love you xo

You text him back quickly, telling him to be careful and that you loved him too. How can you say these words to him when all you’re thinking about is the pleasant ache at your core? When you’re thinking about inviting David inside - to your haven, to Charlies space. You don’t do it though, you can’t.

When you arrive at your building he pulls into a visitors parking spot and you half expect him to say something filthy and leave you on edge all day but what you don't know is that David is excellent at reading people. He saw your thoughts splayed across your face the whole drive home. What you don’t know is that David doesn't like or love you- David is obsessed with you.

David wants to own you and how you feel about that doesn’t matter to him.

He unlocks the doors after the car is parked and he gives you a moment to collect your things, but only a small moment. He turns to look at you and when you reciprocate he leans over - slowly, watching your mouth as he comes closer and closer.

You know he’s giving you time to pull away but you can’t, even now, even after everything you’ve thought about and the horrible thoughts and the guilt. After all that you cannot pull away.

Instead you lean in too, meeting him halfway and he kisses you roughly, biting your lip, crushing his mouth to yours cruelly. A clashing of teeth and tongues and gasps. His kiss is a reflection of how he feels about you, it’s not soft or loving. It’s all consuming and vulgar and his tongue is licking deep into your mouth. He’s pulling a groan out of you and you can’t help but grab at his hair while he does so and it shames you that even now, you crave him.

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David didn’t know when the switch had happened.

There were things he knew for a certainty, first was that his marriage was a sham. Maybe he had felt something for Carol long ago, when they first met and he had married her because she was as good as any to be a cover. With the way he made a living, he needed his home life to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Second was that he was fond of his girls, they were the good parts of him and they were to be protected.

Third was that he needed more of you. He’d had a taste of your heat, of your whimpers as he drove into you. You were so responsive and pliable, you took everything he gave you and you still wanted more.

He needs more.

“All good on that cellphone you asked me to trace.” His colleague dropped off the files on his desk as he finished typing up his report. Now he would know where you were at all times. Would be able to see everything you did on your phone. He could read every text, every email - could see every call.

There was a little part of his brain that genuinely tried to tell him this was wrong. That you were going to get married to someone else - that he had his own family; but then he could see you writhing underneath him, could hear you begging for him to fuck you harder. Telling him you were his and his alone and he couldn’t give that up.

This was better.

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It was easy to focus on work the week after. You could make the argument that your weekend with Dave made you better. Yeah right.

You planned so many activities for the kids you barely had time to think about anything - including your wedding planning commitments. You had venues to visit, you had cakes to taste and a rehearsal dinner to plan. You decided to throw yourself into that too.

You walked through the grocery store slowly, it was early enough in the day that it was still relatively empty. Your mind bouncing from one trivial thing to the next, going over your list, reminding yourself to do a load of laundry when you get home.

Maybe I'll make pork chops tonight, I really have to clean out the fridge.

It starts out as a prickle across your skin, heavy eyes on you; tracking you through the grocery store. You try to find the source but you can’t so you try to focus on the aisle in front of you. What did you need again?

Peanut butter - that’s right- but it doesn’t go away, it persists until you’re slightly alarmed and you don’t know why.

Your phone dings then and when you check your heart races- it’s Dave.

I want you.

There’s no preamble and you can’t deal with this right now, you can’t just drop everything whenever he messages you; so you ignore it. You’re busy.

When you go to pay the feeling hasn’t gone away, there is something at play here and it’s making you uncomfortable, enough to rush out to your car and look out for your surroundings when you hastily shove your bags into the trunk of your car.

“Why did you ignore me baby?” His voice startles you as you’re closing the trunk. Was it him that had you so keyed up?

“Dave… what are you doing here?” You were a little relieved that it was him, but only a little.

“I came to do some groceries, saw you and texted but you didn’t answer. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were ignoring me, but you aren’t right honey?” He moved closer to you, pinning you with his gaze. There was something cold in his eyes but you felt the arousal burning in your belly regardless.

You’d never know why, but there were warning bells going off in your brain; they were screaming at you to get away as fast as you could but he was staring at your lips and your legs wouldn’t move.

“No, I was just busy. I c-can’t just drop…” your back was curving to get away from him but there was nowhere to go. “I cannot just drop everything when you message me David. I have a life.” You put a little steel into your voice. You were in the middle of the grocery store parking lot for goodness sake.

He didn’t say anything, as he put his hands on your waist - grabbing onto you when he dipped his head to place a chaste kiss on your exposed collar bone. It flustered you and you had to bite the soft sigh but it came out anyway. You were lost then.

He led you to the backseat of your car and opened the door, sitting you inside with your legs still outside the car. The words were at the back of your throat, stuck behind your molars, coming forth to the tip of your tongue but never further. Your mind tried desperately to rebel, to shake you like an unruly child and snap you out of your madness but your body was pliable, changeable to his proverbial wind.

Instead you sat with him crouched in front of you just outside the car - his hands undoing your jeans and bringing them down along with your panties to leave you bare to anyone who happened to look inside your car. It was exhilarating and terrifying the way you let this man expose you this way.

“This pretty little pussy has been on my mind since our special weekend.” you could only open your legs slightly with your jeans around your knees. Enough for him to glide his fingers along your puffy lips, your arousal just bleeding through your folds. You watched him touch you, your body doing absolutely nothing to stop him. “It’s mine isn’t it?” He asked and you vaguely registered yourself nodding as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Look how hard you make me baby, constantly craving this wet cunt.” You could see the heft of him when he palmed himself. The outline of his dick pronounced enough to make you groan. He leaned forward to taste you, parting your seam with his tongue, gliding it against your clit. You moaned out and ran your fingers through his hair, the rest of the world and your surroundings forgotten with the action. He couldn’t get enough, pushing his face harder into your mound to get deeper but it wasn’t enough.

Instead he told you to move into the car so he could sit in your backseat, moving your driver's seat up to make room for his legs and you rushed to obey.

That was the word wasn’t it? That’s what you make me do, obey.

The thought came to you but it almost felt like it was someone else in your mind - explaining it to you as you struggled to get at least one leg free from the confines of your jeans. When he finally sat in the backseat you frantically pulled at his zipper, grasping his cock in your hand and lowering yourself onto him as quickly as you could.

You shared a groan when he was fully sheathed by your wet heat. He bucked up quickly, the both of you so close already; the knowledge that anyone could look in and see you riding him at any time only served to make you leak onto his lap. It made his cock twitch to think that you wanted him enough to let him take you like this - out in the open.

You were just as frantic as you rolled your hips, your fingers clutching at his shirt, his hair, his shoulders; whatever you could reach. His hand snaked up and he wrapped it around your throat, applying the barest amount of pressure and you moaned.

“Fuck baby, you like this? Does my good girl like when I grab her throat?” He squeezed a little and your body answered him by dripping more arousal onto his lap. Your cunt definitely liked it.

“Look at how wet you get, fuck. Are you mine baby?” He asked as he put a little more force into his movements. His feet were planted firmly as he bucked up, you moaned a yes daddy as he held you tightly. “Rub your clit, make yourself cum on my big dick.” He moaned into your ear and once again you obeyed. When your pussy fluttered with your orgasm his thrusts became erratic along with his words. Ramblings about owning you, about you never being able to get rid of him, words whispered fervently onto your skin as he painted your insides with his release.

You came to your senses before he did and you wanted to get dressed.

“I have to go Dave let me get dressed.” You tried to get off him but he held you tightly.

“What if I don’t want you to go? What if I want you to sit on my cock all day? Keep it warm for me.” He was kissing your neck, pulling your shirt down to kiss the tops of your breasts.

“Stop David, I have to go home and so do you. Playtime is over.” You were getting a little braver now that the fog of lust had cleared. He looked at you then and any softness was gone - his eyes grew cold and his hand came to your throat again.

“You said this pussy is mine. Were you lying?” His hand held your throat possessively and you felt him hardening inside you once more.

“What are you talking about? When we fuck you own me, but outside of this I have a life, I’ll be married soon and you have your wife and kids. This cannot continue no matter how much I enjoy it. You know that right? We have to be realistic here.” His eyes narrowed in a way that you didn’t recognize, he had a faraway look and you had to bring him back to you. “I meant what I said before. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, no one has ever fucked me the way you do and I lose my mind around you but you have to know it cannot continue.” You gently pulled his hand away from your throat, and kissed him as softly as you could. You were chasing the comfort he usually gave you.

For a moment it seemed like he wouldn’t be swayed, but what you soon realized was that you affected him just as much as he affected you. You pulled him close, whimpering into his mouth. There was a heady feeling in the power you felt, at being the one to calm him and you took it as far as you could.

“You know it’s yours daddy, my pussy is only for you. We had a lot of fun, you made me cum so hard. I’m going to be feeling your cock for hours. So big and hard inside me.” You kissed his neck, relishing the feeling of his dick twitching at your words. His hands held you almost violently, as if he couldn't get you close enough.

“It is mine isn’t it.” He spoke into your neck, making you bounce on him again, chasing the friction so he could cum again.

The second time was slower, you were fucking him now. Your hips a slow grind on his cock, his cum and your arousal making it so slippery, so much better. He was whining into your neck and you felt so fucking powerful. You weren’t thinking about the implications of your actions. You weren’t thinking how he would perceive this as your admittance to his ownership over you.

You didn’t realize the mistake you were making.

“It’s mine, you’re mine baby- tell me - fuck - tell me you’re mine.” He groaned the words.

“I’m yours, only yours. My cunt, my tits - my body. Yours all yours.” You whimpered as you came again, clamping down on his cock almost painfully tight. It triggered his own release and as you sat there slowly stroking each other, he was calculating his next move.

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You didn’t think about the interaction much, your ability to compartmentalize this part of you - the part you willingly gave to him should have shocked you; but even that was tucked away. When you were home with Charlie - it was a daydream. You never actually did those things? You didn’t open your legs like a whore every time Dave looked at you- that had to be someone else.

It was easy to be distracted with the rehearsal dinner coming up, the two of you finally agreeing on a really nice restaurant downtown. It felt better to have the invitations sent, felt like you were finally doing something to contribute to your own wedding. It made you guilty to think you’d barely done anything in that department but say yes. Charlie had taken care of all of the arrangements up until now, that had to change.

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You should have felt guilty that all you could think of while you got ready for the rehearsal dinner was the fact that Dave hadn’t reached out since the morning in the parking lot. You should have been relieved, the... indiscretion had run its course and now you were where you were supposed to be. With Charlie… Right?

You could hear him rummaging in the closet, his movements becoming more and more erratic and his voice was rising.

“Babe - have you seen my tie? I could have sworn I hung it with my suit but it’s gone.” He looked through his garment bag furiously and you took pity. You assumed it must have fallen somewhere but you were soon sharing his frustration. It was nowhere to be found.

It was too late to do anything about it now, he wore another tie and you quickly made your way towards the restaurant.

It was nice to see everyone there, you had reserved a few tables near the back and your wedding party and close family had all come out to celebrate the two of you. Charlie was in a good mood, his hand finding a way to touch you and keep you close. The slithering thing however - raged. It was thrashing and screaming inside you, seeking out Dave as you drank your wine. You imagined how it would have been if you’d been marrying him instead. You imagined him meeting your family - your mother might have thought you were a bit young for him. Your father might have been impressed that he was well established, a secure job - a good future for you. You could almost feel his hand gripping your thigh under the table - whispering filth into your ear as you tried to eat.

“I’d let that man crack me open like a walnut.” Your best friend and maid of honour broke you out of your daydream to point out a man walking with his family towards a table not far from yours. Had he heard your thoughts? It felt like your stomach fell out of your body when his dark eyes locked on yours.

“Oh god.” It came out involuntarily. Your friend took it as an agreement to her statement.

“Right? What a dilf.” She was swooning - he was so fucking handsome.

Alice caught sight of you then and waved excitedly. You gave her a small wave back.

“You know him?” Your friend grabbed your arm excitedly.

“Yes - that’s my student Alice, her parents Carol and Dave.” It felt wrong to say his name out loud. Like everyone would know all the things you’d done once it was out in the air. You saw Carol smile at you then - saying something to Dave whose eyes had never left yours. Your blood ran cold when they walked over to your table.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. York, how’s your evening going?” You smiled as naturally as you could when they each shook your hand. Both of them smiled and made small talk.

“Hey babe who’s this?” Charlie came over and put his hand on the small of your back.

“Mr. and Mrs. York - this is my fiance Charlie. Charlie, these are the parents of my student Alice.” He shook hands with Carol, and then David. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck seeing them shake hands.

“Please, call me David - I feel like I know your fiance so well - Alice talks about her all the time.” He smiled, the very picture of friendliness. Charlie was all smiles.

My little golden retriever. The slithering thing was cruel tonight.

David smiled at you, while Carol prattled on about what a lovely couple you were - how gorgeous your children would be and how excited she was for you. David smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You could see the cracks in it, especially as Charlie tucked you into his side.

When the incredibly awkward meeting was over and you were sitting with your maid of honour again she was reeling, asking you questions about Dave. You had to gently remind her - and yourself - that he was married.

“Yes yes I know - but it’s fun to imagine right? God I bet he has a big dick. I just know he does. Would probably fuck you into the mattress, look at those hands.” She was almost drooling and you really couldn’t blame her. You knew the truth.

As the night went on you were getting more and more flustered as you felt David's eyes on you, he was suffocating you. What the fuck were the odds that he would be here tonight? You thought he might have done it on purpose but that would be insane. How could he possibly know? There was no logical way the knowledge could have gotten back to him. You briefly thought about him surprising you at the grocery store; just a coincidence, right?

You had to get away all of a sudden. With everyone enjoying themselves, with the wine flowing along with the conversation it was easy to slip away to the bathroom. You weren’t alone for long though, someone knocked on the door and kept knocking no matter how many times you said it was busy so you hurried to finish, not wanting to hold up the line.

David pushed you back in when you opened the door and before you could register what was happening he was kissing you. If anyone had asked you later on you would have denied it, but you were just as frantic.

You pulled at his hair and yanked him closer, and then somewhat came to your senses after the initial passion. You were in the bathroom at your wedding rehearsal dinner.

“David - stop, we can’t. I have to get back - Carol and Charlie…” He was hiking up your dress as you spoke and although your words said one thing, your actions said another. You were helping him, opening his belt and pulling down his pants to wrap your hand around his cock.

“Charlie?” His tone was mocking as he ripped your underwear, almost burning your thigh with the force of it. You moaned -

Charlie doesn’t make me feel like this. You couldn’t even summon up the guilt, not with how you were dripping, glossy and wet for him. Not with how hard his cock was for you - not with how he rubbed it through your folds as he hiked your leg high on his hip.

“Charlie doesn’t make you this wet does he baby, doesn’t fuck this wet little pussy like daddy does” He wasn’t gentle, he buried himself to the hilt and it knocked the air out of you. He held onto your throat with one hand as he snapped his hips forward hard and fast, your cunt practically sucking him in. His hand tightened slightly when you didn’t answer him.

“No, no he - fuck - no he doesn’t.” His pace was bruising, it was rough and you didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t enough for him though.

“You have to remember who this fucking pussy belongs to… I’m going to make you cum while Charlie is outside. You’re going to feel me while you’re with him.” He pulled out and you whimpered, he stood off to the side and put your leg on the toilet then he slid two fingers into your swollen cunt, curling them and hitting that spongy spot with a brutal speed. The pressure was so intense you couldn’t even scream.

“There it is - going to squirt for me?” He was whispering in your ear as his hand almost blurred between your legs. You left your body as you felt the wet gush of your orgasm. It was all over the floor and dripping down your legs.

If he wasn’t holding you, you would have slid down the wall.

“That’s it, what a good girl.” He was back between your legs, slamming himself back into you - your arousal wetting his pant legs but he didn’t care. “Open your fucking mouth.” He snarled into your face, his hand ever present at your throat and you did. He spit into it - “Swallow.” You felt depraved, you felt disgusting, you were wetter than you’d ever fucking been and if he stopped you would have died.

His thrusts were becoming more and more erratic.

“I’m going to cum in this pretty mouth, and then you’re going to kiss Charlie.” He pulled out and you scrambled to get onto your knees. He held you by the hinge of your jaw and stroked himself onto your tongue. You swallowed as much as you could, reaching up to catch whatever dripped out.

“Kiss him when you get to the table, daddy’s watching.” he spoke calmly as he put himself away. He didn’t even bother washing his hands before he slipped out; leaving you to clean up the mess.

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You looked in the mirror when he left and it was like you were looking at a stranger. Who was this woman looking back at you? With the red marks on her neck, with the ruined underwear that had to be thrown out. Red knees and lips.

That’s you, that’s always been you

The slithering thing was sated and happy, basking in the afterglow of the violent orgasm Dave had ripped from you.

No one noticed you when you went back to your table, the red lips were assumed to be wine stains. The red flush the alcohol. David’s eyes bored into you as you kissed Charlie, terrified he’d know but he didn’t. The slithering thing cheered while you wilted, your conscience finally convincing you that this might have gotten out of control.

The guilt was building and building as they came to say goodbye, Carol congratulating you once more and David shaking Charlie’s hand.

“It’s so funny, I didn’t notice before but I was going to wear a tie just like that tonight.” Charlie was smiling. Even the slithering thing stilled - no longer celebrating as a terrifying thought crept into your mind.

“What a coincidence.” David smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

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There was an impenetrable fog that obscured every and all thought. A cumulonimbus cloud thick enough to swim through. It covered everything in a gauzy haze and made it so difficult to focus on anything; it caused basic tasks to be completed almost instinctively.

You got home, but didn’t remember how. You took a shower, washed your face. You were in bed with Charlie; comfortable in clean pyjamas and yet still, you couldn’t understand how.

Had David broken into your apartment somehow? Getting into the building - unfortunately - wouldn’t be too hard you could understand that. He could charm his way in, or happen to catch someone as they walked out but how did he get into your unit? Your locks still worked. Neither of you had come home to a broken down door.

How would he even know which unit was ours?

You kept going back and forth within your own mind, wrestling yourself with the logic of it. On the one hand, there was no fucking way he had done this. It was absolutely insane. David York did not break into your apartment just to steal your fiance’s tie. The implications of it were too big for you to handle. It would have meant that he knew about your rehearsal dinner, which logically speaking - he couldn’t. You hadn’t told him.

He would have had to know which day Charlie bought his suit and tie, which again - you knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t know that the dinner was scheduled for tonight and that it would be at that specific restaurant. Were you actually considering that he would somehow manage to find out all of this information and then proceed to use it by wearing the tie - he somehow manager to steal - just to fuck with you? You sighed heavily - thankful that Charlie was blessedly fast asleep.

You were then forced to consider the alternative, which was that he had done just that. Found a way to keep tabs on you. You thought back to all of your interactions with him, painstakingly running through the events through your mind to a time where he would have access to… to what? What could he possibly do? You knew he had some sort of office job. Government? Police? What did he even do? You were startled to realize you didn’t actually know.

The question remained, and multiplied - growing from simply how, to when? His only chance would have been when you were in his home, but even then - what could he have done, the two of you had been together, busy.

You fell asleep

The slithering thing whispered, seeming to make amends and changing its tune with the fear you felt now, along with arousal at the thought of Dave. You’d both been asleep though, hadn't you?

Your phone flashed then - a text message from your best friend - congratulating you and stating how excited she was about the wedding, about how hot that dad had been with some smiley faces. You looked at your phone curiously then. Could this be how?

All of the information about the dinner, about Charlie's shopping trip - it was all here. The invitations had been sent through email. Anyone with access to your phone would know all of the details Dave would have needed to do the things you were -only a little seriously- suspecting him of. It still begs the question though, how could he have access to your phone?

You didn’t fall asleep until very late, looking at your phone with fearful suspicion.

——

It was difficult to concentrate.

Even after a few days, your mind was still clouded with doubt; you didn’t know what to think. It was hard to quantify all of the implications of your mistake and at this point you had no idea what to do about it. There was no way out that wouldn’t be messy.

You never had a choice

When did the slithering thing start sounding like Dave?

The startling realization hit you then, you’d never had any control over the situation; he had successfully invaded every part of you.

The situation had become so dire, so panic-inducing that Charlie had taken notice of your far off expression. You were unusually quiet, lost in thought and guilt alike more often than not.

You tried to reassure him that it was just stress, not getting enough sleep, anxiety over the upcoming wedding but you knew he imagined it was cold-feet. You were ashamed to admit that maybe it was. Maybe after all this, this taste of the forbidden fruit had soured everything else.

Charlie’s optimism became naivety. His willingness to compromise had become a weakness. Dave had poisoned every aspect of your life, ruining you for other men and for what? He’d made you no promises, no assurances of what would happen as a result of your indiscretion but he demanded everything from you; no regard for your life.

The worst part was you knew all of this, you were well aware of exactly what his terms were and you took it with your greedy little hands and your greedy little cunt.

You have no one to blame but yourself

—-

One week until the wedding

Things hadn’t gotten better.

The cure for a guilty conscience however, in your opinion, was working yourself to the point of exhaustion. Throwing every ounce of energy into teaching your class, activities and creative exercises left no room for Dave.

The side effect however was no better, Charlie hovered - borderline berating you for working too hard. You vaguely wondered to yourself if you wanted Charlie to catch you. Maybe he didn’t pay as much attention to you as he should have, maybe you should have been paying more attention to him?

No - this was your guilty conscience trying to deflect your abhorrent behaviour; this was the slithering thing changing it’s tactic by turning you against Charlie. The truth was that Charlie was giving you the benefit of the doubt, he was convinced that this was all pre-wedding jitters which to be fair, it should have been.

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Five days until the wedding.

You should have been finalizing plans. You should have been excited and jittery and planning your honeymoon - which you hadn’t. You hadn’t said a word about the upcoming ceremony, and if Charlie brought it up you quickly changed the subject.

“I spoke to the florist, everything is all set. All we have to do now is show up.” He said it almost tentatively. Approaching the subject like a bomb technician. You responded with an mhm as you flitted around the kitchen, gathering your supplies for the school day.

“Babe, are you okay?” He faced you head on now, a little grown on his face.

“Of course, just running late.” You didn’t look him in the eye and while this would have worked a few weeks ago, it didn’t today.

“Stop, give me a second- please.” He stood in front of you, holding you by your shoulders so you were forced to confront him. “I’m not sure what’s going on, whether it’s stress from work, or nervous about the wedding but i'm here, it’s me, it’s us.” He was holding you, trying to connect with you on the same level you’d always been connected to each other but there was a wall; it’s name is David.

“Charlie, I’m fine. It’s all good - I’m stressed from work and this whole big wedding thing is giving me anxiety and frankly I don’t have time for this.” You gently pulled away from him, and much to your annoyance - he let you go, sighing heavily.

“You know I love you right?” His voice pulled at your heart, for a moment you were yourself- remembering the sweet boy that made you laugh. The lovely man in front of you who did everything he could to make you happy - but then you imagined David. He wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

“Yes, I know - I love you too. Everything will be fine I promise.” You kissed him quickly as you ran out the door.

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Four days until the wedding

You stared at your phone while you waited for the steady trickle of parents, you wanted to smooth things over with Charlie but you didn’t know how to. Worst of all you didn’t actually know whether or not you even wanted to at this point. The thoughts jumbled together maddeningly before being interrupted by the soft knock from the first set of parents for the night. It went smoothly, until it was Carol's turn.

When Carol York walked into your classroom your heart fell into your stomach.

She sat and chatted with you, asking about the wedding and your fiance. It was difficult not to feel awkward - not with all of the truly filthy things you'd let her husband do to you. You studied her while she prattled away about Alice’s grades and home life. Her wedding ring drew your attention first, it was ostentatious. A huge rock on her delicate finger - her bag was designer, so were her shoes.

What does she do? What does David do?

You let her talk, trying to subtly gain some insight into her psyche - maybe you were trying to understand why David was so relentless in his pursuit of you. Maybe you wanted to compare yourself to this woman.

“What do you do Mrs York?” You asked her, trying not to jump onto the subject of her husband right away.

“Oh please, call me Carol! I work for a design firm, mostly commercial buildings and offices. Corporate design you could say.” She smiled, so friendly; you wondered whether it was blissful ignorance or a mutual understanding that it was all for show that kept her and David together. Neither one would have been preferable.

“That’s lovely, and what about Mr. York - what does he do?” If your face had given anything away, she didn’t mention it.

“Oh David works for the government. It’s all terribly bureaucratic and boring. I swear though sometimes it’s like the man works for the CIA with how secretive he can be about his work, like I need to know everything that happens. An office is an office and they’re all the same aren’t they?” Her laugh was soft.

Blissful ignorance the slithering thing decided.

You thought about her a lot after she left, lingering on Davids job and what he could have access to. Was he really CIA? That was a slightly terrifying thought.

Your thoughts circled back around however and the truth of the matter was that neither Carol or Charlie deserved to be treated this way. The knock at the door startled you - your head snapping up to see who was here. The school had been empty with Carol being your last appointment.

“How was the meeting with my wife?” Dave was leaning against the door frame.

Your stomach dropped.

“What are you doing here? Carol just left - did you see her in the parking lot?” The audacity of this man was perplexing, how could he show up here and risk his wife seeing him.

“I saw her leave, she didn’t see me.” He walked over to you but you held your ground - looking up into his handsome face. The shame hit you like a bolt of lightning when he looked into your eyes, it hit you because all of the contemplating - all of the regret and the shame at having done all you had went right out the window.

“So where does Carol think you are right now?” You had to know.

“Same place Charlie thinks you are. At work.” He couldn’t keep the mocking tone out of his voice when saying Charlie's name. It was curious that he could seemingly hate Charlie - he was just your Carol.

“What do you do?” The question bubbled out of your mouth almost of its own volition and you saw his eyes narrow slightly.

“I work for the government.” He didn’t elaborate and his expression said the matter was closed. You had an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach along with the all too familiar ache of arousal his very presence seemed to inspire.

“I’m curious.” You didn’t think you could say more than that, there was a voice in the back of your mind, quieter than the slithering thing but much stronger.

Don’t ask too many questions - he won’t like that

You listened.

“I missed you baby, didn’t you miss me?” The flip had switched when you backed off, this was what he was here for. You couldn't lie to him.

“Yes - I did.” You stared up at him, at his mouth. The plush bottom lip you liked to bite because it made him groan. The tawny skin of his neck - it made you want to stand up on your tippy toes to kiss him there.

“What are you thinking about?” It came out almost playful, was it so obvious?

“Your neck.” There was no point in lying to him. “I want to kiss it.” Your body carried you closer to him and he made space for you in his arms, hugging you close to him. This was uncharacteristic of him. This kind of comfort usually came after he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure and decency from you and it felt so intimate. It felt more vulgar because he was showing how he felt about you. How he wanted to feel about you.

You couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled. How your face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck. Even though the knowledge that this could not last, this could not end well, this was the best part. Feeling close to him and even more so - feeling wanted by him.

Utterly enveloped by him.

The mood shifted however as it always does when in his presence, and now his face was in the crook of your neck. Seeking out your warmth and your scent and your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much - think about you constantly.” He spoke between fervent kisses that burned you. “Think about your mouth, your tits, your sweet little cunt and I get so hard for you baby.” He was leaving a blazing path with his mouth. His words searing you just as ardently.

“Tell me, tell me how much you want me.” You needed to hear it, maybe it would all be worth it, the pain and the destruction this would invariably cause in your life as well as his. All would be worth it because he wanted you so badly.

“I want you so much, every minute of every day. I can’t focus, I have to have you. You belong to me.” He was crowding you, his hands seeking out every part of you available to him and he pushed you onto your desk to stand between your legs.

The heat was in your belly now, spreading from your skin into your blood and running through your veins. His words were a forest fire and you couldn’t control it so you let yourself burn for him. Your cunt was weeping and you needed to hear more - everything. You needed him to tell you everything, all of the thoughts, all of the suspicions and the fear were lost when he touched you like this. In these moments with him none of it mattered. Nothing mattered.

“I think about you too, keep telling me- please.” You yanked him by his hair to taste him, forestalling your request by licking into this mouth - as if wanting to taste the truth in his words. He pulled at your leggings and your underwear all at once, leaving you bare for him.

“This pussy owns me as much as I own it, I want to see it dripping in me. My cum sliding out of it - I have to taste it.” He kneeled in front of you and seeing him looking up at you through dark lashes and hooded, lust blown eyes was almost too much. The slick pooled at your entrance and he groaned at the sight of it.

You could feel the flush creeping up your chest at the way he looked up at you. It was almost blasphemous the way he devoured you. His hands were insistent in the way he held your thighs open for him, draping them over his shoulders. You imagined what you looked like then, with your legs spread for him, your heels digging into his back as you ground your hips into the wet heat of his mouth.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and you almost screamed, the coil in your belly winding itself tighter and tighter as he forcibly dragged you over the edge and into oblivion. He hummed onto your skin as he slid two thick fingers into your silken heat. The stretch of his fingers pumping in that maddening rhythm with the wet glide of his tongue over and over and over- It was too much and you grabbed at his hair violently as your orgasm flooded out of you and into his mouth.

—-

Two days until the wedding.

You were meant to finalize a few things today and Charlie had left early in the morning, mentioning a last minute errand he had to run. That had been hours ago and he hadn’t even called.

There was a knock at your apartment door - Charlie must have forgotten his keys again.

“David, what are you doing here?” You felt the colour drain from your face. He pushed his way inside the apartment.

“I needed to see you.” His voice was level but the bile was rising in your throat. Charlie could walk in at any moment.

“David, now is not the time and this is definitely not the place - how did you know where I lived…?” The hairs on the back of your neck were standing on end - his job came to your mind unbidden. He didn’t answer you.

“I need to touch you, I need to fuck you in your bed - in Charlie’s bed.” He had a violent glint in his eye and it startled you just as much as it aroused you.

“Are you crazy? David..” He crashed his lips into yours, giving you no choice.

You wanted to fight him, you wanted to push him away and demand the answers you needed, but you didn’t. You never fought him. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck to get closer. You sighed into his mouth when his tongue plundered yours.

“Take your fucking clothes off now, be good for daddy.” The words almost came out in a growl and you almost ripped them in your haste to obey, the shirt and bra you had been wearing were now a discarded heap on the floor. Your leggings were wrenched down leaving everything but your calves exposed to his touch. He turned you around roughly and pushed your face into your dining room table, your ass on display for him while he undid his belt.

This was how Charlie found you. Naked and panting for a fully clothed man.

“What the fuck?” His voice wasn’t angry, he was too confused for that. His brain hadn’t registered the scene in its entirety until you were scrambling to get your pants up. Apologizing and telling him it wasn’t what he thought it was, which was a lie. It was exactly what he thought it was.

You were about to get fucked by someone else, in your shared apartment, two days before your wedding.

“This whole time, I thought it was nerves. How could you do this to me? Who the fuck are you?” He spoke to you and Dave and while you tried to explain, tried to get your bra back on - David was silent.

Charlie stormed out before you could do anything and David told you to get dressed, that he would go after him.

You had your bra back on, and were just about to run out the door when David burst through your apartment.

“Call an ambulance. Now.”

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“You say you were both going to grab some lunch and he fell down the stairwell?” The detective was talking to David who had you tucked into his side, a hand rubbing your back in what he imagined was a soothing gesture.

“That’s right, he slipped and fell when we were making our way down. His shoelace must have been untied.” He didn’t even flinch.

You said nothing while David spoke, but you tried to communicate silently to the detective that something was wrong but he barely looked at you. David had handled everything and you knew then that there was nothing to be done. When the interview came to an end, the detective shook his hand, told you how sorry he was and that they would release the body back to you soon.

All you could do was think about all the time David had said you belonged to him. How he would never let you go, and now the only thing keeping you from him was gone.

You were all his.

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: nsfw! (literally) stalkerish themes. dark!bucky x dark-ish!reader. cybercrimes being committed. f & m masturbation. sex toy (vibrator mention). this is kinda meta, tbh.

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Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.

Bucky barely woke up when he caught you masturbating with a rabbit vibrator on your bed—laying on your stomach. The towel you thoughtfully laid on was folded halfway. He assumes that you’re a squirmer too when you come. The Friday night show was his favorite though, shame that he didn’t get any footage of it.

His dick is already hard but he’s got no time to waste just yet. Clicking open a screen recording app, he gets to work. Bucky’s already got some footage of you sleeping, cleaning up, and tidying your sheets. In his little mind palace, he’d never let you do any of these things—he’ll be the one to change the sheets, he’d tuck you in bed too.

Bucky let the program run on the desktop as he went to get his breakfast. His mind keeps drifting back to you in his office.

How do you like your coffee?

Do you even like coffee?

You look like a tea kind of person.

Maybe he’ll ask you for breakfast, as soon as he learns how your morning routine goes.

When he came back to his desk, the bed was already made up (again). He got worried for a second until your face came into the frame, your glasses fogged up with vapor.

You bring the laptop with you to the living room, along with a big mug of… something.

He’s gotta learn what you like so he can like it too.

On his side of the things, he sees that you keep your word processor running in the background. More work, perhaps? He hadn’t had the chance to check out your files just yet. He kept himself busy with your pictures and candids. Bucky had his favorites all printed out—he, of all people, knows that technology can’t be trusted, so why were you uploading these pictures of yourself?

There were ones taken in your bathroom, he presumes. On your bed. In the kitchen. By a fucking window, for crying out loud.

He wants to be the one to take these pictures, to imprint them into his memory. Seared in his brain. But not yet.

For now, he just needs to get back at making sure you’re safe in your apartment.

You’ve been staring and smiling at your phone for a while now.

What are you up to?

—

Turns out Mr. IT Guy isn’t very social-media savvy.

All his pictures are out in the open for everyone to see. You wonder what he’s like in private, then.

Maybe he likes posting candids of his new girlfriends and deleting them when it’s over? For a man who has a face of a god, you’d expect to see at least a girlfriend within the past few months.

But he doesn't. No corny pictures, no hashtags of anniversaries, no tagged photos.

You spent your morning working up yourself with your trusty vibe, the image of him fucking you by the kitchen sink fresh on your brain.

Holy shit, does he have that effect on everyone?

What if you wander into his office after a shift and you’d find him stroking his cock? Would you close the door and never speak of it? Maybe you’d smirk and walk over him, sinking down on your knees to suck him off.

God, now you’re all worked up again. Horny, hot, and bothered. That’s good though, then you’d have the energy to finish the chapter you left a week ago.

—

So you’re a writer by choice. Bucky knew that much.

What he wasn’t expecting though, is you write the most explicit things.

The all-white collar girl he met last week likes to get fucked roughly. Overstimulated. Choked. Gagged. Slapped. Spit on.

He’s gotta show you how to make love. Slow, sensual love. Preferably after the roughhousing, that is.

Oh, the things he’d do to you—how he’ll worship your body, head to the tip of your toes. Bucky wants to bury his cock between your lips and praise you for the good girl you are. He wants to let you know that you don’t need to be degraded in order to come.

You just need him.

Bucky’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, still painfully hard. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft protrudes, waiting for him to just fuck something warm.

His hand will do for now.

By the time he got his hand gripping the base of his cock, he’s got you in fullscreen. The recording app still running in the background.

You’re busy. Typing. Researching. Looking for words to replace ‘say.’ Your sleep shirt is loose on your soft frame.

Bucky focuses on you, then. Imagining you on your knees, right here in his apartment. You’d be wearing those glasses you have on. He knew he had a thing for girls with glasses.

He closes his eyes to indulge himself in his own movie.

Your tongue laying flat against his girth, drooling all over the thick base of his dick. He’d let you take your time licking, all the way from his balls to tip. Your lips would close around his leaking head, teasing and tasting his precum.

One of his ties would be around your wrists so you’d learn how to use your mouth.

Bucky swears to God that he felt your mouth closing in on his cock as he pistons his fist faster. A guttural moan spills out of his mouth as his toes curl, the carpet gripping the pads of his feet.

“God, fuck—Y/N.”

Bucky forgoes any kind of underwear last night, only dressing himself up with baggy sweatpants. It was for the better too. He doesn’t think he’d come so much from watching someone—well, not just someone—on the screen.

He sighs, wiping himself clean on the underside of his pants. He needs to do his laundry soon.

Bucky looks at your face longingly from his side of the screen; God, is this how long-distance couples feel?

Maybe he’ll shoot you a text later.

—

Unknown Number: I hope you’re doing well.

Unknown Number: How's your laptop?

Unknown Number: Shit, sorry, it’s Bucky from IT. :)

Your head spun in three different directions as the texts came in.

Hey, Bucky! I’m doing well. The laptop is too.

Was it too curt? Well, you didn’t want to come off too strong. It’s not like he’s been on your mind for the better half of your weekend morning.

Your stomach made a worrying flip as the message status turned Read 10:44 AM. But there was no typing bubble.

Whatever, you’re fine. You’re a busy girl. A strong, independent woman who—

IT Guy Bucky: Good! Just checking on you. We had some downtime due to system maintenance last night.

Oh, it’s work.

No problems on my end! You type in quickly, sending it. To be fair, all you had in common was a band.

Hey, I have a question. It’s not work-related.

—

Oh.

Oh, he fucked up, didn’t he?

Y/N: Do you know any restaurants near the office? I’m sick of eating take-out food. Other than the hipster hideyhole you told me.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of fucking relief when he read your text. He chuckles mostly at himself and composed a reply.

Yeah! I have a non-hideyhole spot a block away from the office. You wanna check it out sometime?

You already got inside jokes.

Is 11:30 good?

Yeah, Bucky types, a smile forming on his lips, 11:30 it is.

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atlafan · 4 years

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Boo!

a/n: alright, I think this is the last Halloween fic I’m gonna due, I had one more in me. Thank you to everyone who sent me requests. I tried to sprinkle them all into the four different fics I wrote. This one was mostly inspired by someone who asked for a scared neighbor, and someone who asked for one of them to work at a haunted house! Reblogs and feedback are always helpful! Enjoy! (not proofread)

Warnings: pining, fluff, and smut at the end

Words: 6.6K

Y/N was a scaredy cat, plain and simple. She loved Halloween, and the fun that came with it, she just hated the things that absolutely made her skin crawl like jump scares, fake blood, movies that were made with the sole purpose of scaring you, and haunted houses. Never has she once wanted to go to a haunted house in her life. She went when she was a little girl, and she ended up being one of this kids that just screamed and cried the entire time. She somehow made it through both It films, but had nightmares for weeks, so she just stays away from these things.

She was a recent graduate, just starting her master’s program, and living on her own for the first time. She loved her flat a whole lot, getting to decorate it however she wanted, and only having herself to blame if the dishes got stacked up or if the bathroom needed tidying. Another reason she loved her flat? Her very cute next door neighbor. She wasn’t sure if he was also in grad school, or was just from the area. She learned his name was Harry one day as they were both checking their mailboxes, and from there they would exchange pleasantries in the elevator or if they saw one another coming or going.

Harry was a tad mysterious in that he was quiet, but his smile always let Y/N know she wasn’t a bother. She had no idea if he was single or not. His apartment was often quiet aside from the occasional person he might bring back with them. She only ever heard muffled giggles, and the sound of his voice lowering an octave, but her bed wasn’t pressed up to the wall they shared, so she really didn’t pay much attention to it. It did make her more mindful for when she brought someone home, though, not wanting him to hear her.

Y/N always liked the little interactions she’d have with her sweet neighbor. It made living alone a little more exciting. She’d have her friends over when she could, and sometimes they got a little glimpse of Harry, and then they’d understand why Y/N couldn’t help but word vomit about him sometimes.

One day, a couple of weeks before Halloween, Harry spots her in the hall just as she’s keying into her place. He grins and comes up behind her.

“Boo!”

“Ah!” She turns around and nearly decks him. “Jesus Christ, Harry!” She clutches her hand to her chest.

“Shit, I didn’t think you’d be so jumpy, I’m sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“No offense, but you’re a large man coming up behind a small woman to scare her on purpose…I think anyone would be scared.” Her face flushes with embarrassment.

“When you put it like that…yikes.” He clears his throat. “Um, I’m glad I caught you, though.”

“Oh?” She perks up a bit. He had genuinely wanted to talk with her?

“Yeah, I work seasonally at this haunted house downtown every year, it’s a lot of fun.” He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I’m supposed to give out some coupons, if you bring a group of five you get a discount, see?” He hands her the coupon and she looks it over.

“You…you work at a haunted house?”

“Just seasonally as a side gig, it pays pretty well. Plus, I get to dress up as different things and scare people.” He smirks.

“Well, I can see you definitely enjoy doing that.” She chuckles slightly.

“I really am sorry about that.” He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s a charity thing, so half the proceeds goes to UNICEF…if that persuades you at all.”

“I’ll, um, I’ll see if my friends want to go, thanks.”

He smiles at her and nods.

“Well, have a good one.” He says, and continues his way down the hall and to the elevator.

Y/N goes into her flat, and sighs heavily. She was fucked, absolutely fucked. She knew her friends would be down to go, but she more so worried about needing to wear a pair of depends or not because she was sure to wet herself at a haunted house.

“Why didn’t you just tell him you don’t like haunted houses?” Billy asks her over coffee.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Niall says to the group. “It’s the first time the guy’s said more than a few words to her, she wasn’t going to turn it down. Isn’t that right, Pet?”

“On the nose, Ni.” She sighs. “I looked like enough of a wimp when he scared me in the hall, I didn’t want to look like a total baby by telling him they scare me. Maybe we could go and I could just putter around outside.”

“Why don’t like you like them again? They’re harmless.” Sadie says as she sips on her tea.

“I don’t like the jump scares. I wanna see everything clearly in front of me. I also feel bad for clowns.” Y/N pouts.

“Clowns?” Rob questions.

“Yeah, like, clowns are supposed to be sources of joy, and they’ve been turned into these scary monsters for no good reason.” She takes a bite of her lemon-poppy scone, and swallows. “So…I mean, I have the coupon, would you all come with me? At least he’ll know I have friends.”

“What’s his name again?” Sadie says, taking her phone out. “Harry Styles?”

“Yeah, don’t bother looking him up, he doesn’t have any social media. Or if he does it’s all super private.” Y/N says.

“Of course you’ve tried to look him up before.” Niall teases her.

“Well, he is my neighbor, I wanted to see if I was living next to a creep or not.”

“I think we should go.” Billy says. “We haven’t done anything spooky this season yet.”

“That’s because you’re all too grown to come carve pumpkins and bake cookies with me.” Y/N huffs.

“Tell you what, you roast the seeds from the pumpkins and I’ll come bake with you.” Sadie says, throwing an arm around her friend, and they both giggle.

Later that day, Y/N happens to get into the elevator at the same time as Harry, and she was excited to give him the good news.

“Hey.” She smiles at him. “Um, I talked to my friends, we’ll be at the haunted house this weekend.”

“That’s great! I’ll be there Saturday night for sure.”

“What will you be dressed as? Will you be walking around outside, or will you be inside doing the real scaring?”

“If I told you any of that it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, now would it? No built up suspense.” They both get off the elevator and head down the hall. “See you then.” He winks at her, and she stands by her door a moment going over the interaction in her head.

She just wanted to prepare herself as much as possible. She knew half the fun for the stuff was to actually get people scared, but there was a difference between jumping and laughing at something, and genuinely screaming to the point of tears. Would she actually survive this?

Saturday evening, Y/N and her friends head downtown for the haunted house. There was a lot to do outside, so they stop off for candied apples before getting their tickets. She shows her coupon to the cashier, and the group gets their discount. It was just starting to get dark outside, and there were tons of people in costume walking around outside. Some people were taking pictures with them after getting spooked, and Y/N started to feel herself getting nervous.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” Niall throws his arms around her shoulders. “Bill and I are gonna make a little sandwich with you so you’ll be right between us to grab onto while we walk in.”

“Thanks.” She says.

“Do you see him anywhere, or do you think he’s inside?” Rob asks.

“He wouldn’t tell me when I asked, so I have no idea.” She sighs.

“Well, let’s go get in line, it’s starting to fill up.” Sadie says, and they all head to the line to get inside.

There was someone dressed up like a witch scanning the tickets, and reminds everyone it is single file as you enter the house. Everyone nods, and Y/N grips onto both Niall and Billy’s hands as they form their line.

Harry was outside at the front of the line scoping out the scene. He was taking a little fresh air break before he needed to get back into his room. He was dressed like a dirtbag with a fake chainsaw in his hand. As he scans over the crowd in line he spots Y/N. His eyes widen as he practically sees her trembling. He watches as one of the boys she’s with raises her chin with their finger and says something to her. She smiles at him, and kisses his cheek. Harry furrows his brows in disappointment, and goes back inside.

It’s dark as they all step inside, and her death grip on the boys grows stronger.

“Y/N, close your eyes if you need to, we can guide you in.” Billy says to her as he grips her shoulders.

“Yeah, don’t feel like you even need to-“

“Ahhh!!” She screams when a few ghouls pop out at them. She nearly jumps on Niall’s back from it. “I should have just stayed outside.” Her bottom lip quivers.

“We’ve got you, just keep going.” Sadie says from the rear.

It really was just the jump scares and the darkness. The rooms they were walking in weren’t that scary. Some of them have flashes of lightening and rumbles of thunder, creepy music and floorboard squeaking. Harry’s room was up next. All he had to was pretend to saw into someone’s neck, and let some fake blood out. The only thing was, his room was pitch black, so no one could what was happening until he ripped the cord for the chainsaw.

He recognizes Y/N’s pitiful scream instantly. Usually he gets a kick out of it, from anyone, but when he glances over at the group, and sees her cheeks stained with tears, he feels terrible. The scene is supposed to last a little longer, but he gives a signal to the lighting crew and they make it go dark again. His room was last, so Y/N practically gasps for air once she’s back outside.

“I’m sorry if I ruined it for you all.” She sniffles and wipes her cheeks. Niall sighs and helps her clean her face up.

“You didn’t, Lovie, it’s fine.” He says to her.

“You actually did a lot better than we thought.” Rob says.

“Are your panties dry?” Billy asks.

“Well…yeah.” She giggles.

“Then you did amazing!” Sadie says. “I have to say, I’ve been to my fair share of haunted houses, and that one was fucking scary.”

“Can…can we go get some pizza or something? Maybe some hard ciders? I need a fucking drink.” She jokes, and everyone agrees. She wished she had Harry’s number so she could at least text him that she actually showed up. “Wait! I just wanna go inside and leave a note for Harry.”

Everyone waits outside as she goes back up to the ticketing register. She asks if she can leave a note for him, and the girl at the register all but squeals, and says yes.

Made it through the house, just wanted you to know. Thanks again for the coupon!! – Y/N xx

“I’ll make sure H gets it.” She smiles at Y/N.

“Thank you.” She says, and out the door she goes back to her friends.

Harry felt even more gutted when he received the note. He had been part of the reason she was crying. Why would she have gone if she really didn’t like being scared? Did she go just for him? No way, that other guy she kissed had to be her boyfriend, right?

For about a week Harry contemplated knocking on Y/N’s door. He even thought to slide a note underneath, just to be cute, but he chickened out. One night he was getting some studying done when he heard a loud yelp. His head turns in the direction of the sound. Did she have someone over? He’d occasionally hear the squeal of her bed, but in all honesty Harry had a feeling Y/N wasn’t exactly getting her shit rocked. Either that, or she was just one of those really quiet girls. Not a minute later does he hear a quiet tap on his front door. He gets up and pads over to it to look through his peephole. It was a shaking Y/N.

“Y/N?” He says as he unlocks and opens his door. “Are you alright?”

“N-no, I…I don’t know what happened, um, I think something short circuited, and I…I feel so stupid for saying this but I don’t know where the breaker box is.”

“Oh, Pet, you’re not stupid. Took me forever to find mine, do you want some help?”

“If you don’t mind.”

He follows her out into the hall, and into her place.

“Gave you a bit of a fright, didn’t it?” He asks softly.

“Y-yeah.”

Poor thing must have been embarrassed. She was in a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt, clearly not wearing a bra. He thought she looked adorable, and just wanted to scoop her up, but he couldn’t. He uses his flashlight on his phone, and she involuntarily latches onto his wrist.

“I’m sorry, I’m petrified of the dark.” She tells him.

“It’s alright.” He shifts so he can hold her hand. “The breaker box should be in your pantry, that’s where mine is anyways.”

He heads her over to it, and she lets him open the door. She had a tidy flat, nothing to hide. He opens the box, looks away, flips the switch, and the lights all come back on. She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god. I thought I was going to be without heat! Thank you, I have no idea what happened. I don’t have anything overly plugged in.”

“No problem at all.” He smiles at her. “Sometimes it happens at my place, it’s not exactly the newest building, Love.”

“Right.” She swallows and lets go of his hand. He looks in the direction of her kitchen and sees she has a couple of pumpkins on the table.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, well, I was going to get some cookies in the oven, and then carve some pumpkins. My friends aren’t really into it, but I like it.”

“So you don’t totally hate Halloween then?”

“No, not at all! I…I’m just not a fan of the scary stuff.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Would you…would you care to join me?” It was bold. He probably had plans, or probably just didn’t want to hang out with her.

“I’d love to! Can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin.”

“Oh! Well, alright then.” She smiles and leads him into her kitchen. “I have those sugar cookies with the pumpkins and black cats on them. I was about to slice them up before the power went out.”

“I love those, can I help?”

“Sure.”

She preheats the oven and gets a baking sheet out with some parchment paper. She lets him slice up the roll with the black cats as she does the ones with the pumpkins, then she pops them in the oven. She grabs a couple of bowls to place on the table and he raises an eyebrow at her.

“My friends like when I roast the seeds, so we need one bowl for all the guts, and then one for when we separate them.”

“Gotcha.” They each grab one of the little carving knives and cut open the tops of the pumpkins. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t like the scary stuff then why did you come to the haunted house?”

“Oh…well…I didn’t want to disappoint you. You invited me, and…well….I’ve always wanted to get to know you better, so I thought that would be a good start.”

“You have?”

“Well, yeah, I think you’re the only other young person on our floor.” She laughs. “Are you still in school?”

“Yeah, I’m in grad school.”

“Me too!” She says excitedly and starts scooping the guts out of her pumpkin. Harry does the same.

“You could have just told me, you know, I was using the coupon as an excuse to talk to you.”

“R-really?”

He nods and starts separating the seeds. She watches as his fingers work nimbly. She frightened when she hears the timer go off for the oven.

“Jesus, Y/N….I feel terrible that you’re so jumpy.”

“I think I’m just still a little worked up from the power going out.” She takes the cookies out of the oven and puts them on a cooling rack.

She comes back over and sticks her hands in the bowl of guts along with Harry’s, and they brush together. They look at each other and blush.

“Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

Everything sort of happens quickly from there. Without caring about the mess, Harry cups her cheeks and pulls her into a tender kiss. He backs her up against the wall next to the fridge, and she groans into his mouth. Her messy hands tug at the collar of his shirt to pull him down more to her so she can wrap her warms around his neck. He smiles against her.

“Were you eating some of the cookie dough earlier?”

“M-maybe.” She giggles. “Why?”

“You just taste really sweet.” He leans down and sucks her bottom lip between his teeth, and lets it snap back. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, to be honest with you. You just seem like such a nice person.”

“I’ve…I’ve wanted to kiss you too.” Her heart was beating like crazy. Her eyes glance over at the pumpkins. She really did want to carve them. “Um…would you…would you like to get the pumpkins carved? And then maybe we could watch a movie while the seeds roast?”

“I’d like that.” He steps back from her. “I got your cheeks covered in guts, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She chuckles and grabs a paper towel, wetting it under the sink faucet. She wipes her cheeks and continues to separate the seeds with him.

Harry begins carving his pumpkin while she lets the seeds rest on some paper towels. They munch on cookies, and giggle as they make horrible designs with the pumpkins.

“Okay, hold on.” She says and grabs two little lights to put inside the pumpkins. “Aw, they look so cute.”

“How come your friends don’t like doing this? I had a great time.”

“It’s a lot of work to them.” She shrugs. “Kinda glad they’re not here, wouldn’t have needed you to rescue me.”

“Guess it all worked out for the best.” He smiles at her.

“Go get get comfy. I can make us some tea while I ge the seeds in the oven if you like.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

It was a Wednesday night, Harry had class tomorrow, but he truthfully didn’t care. He was enjoying getting to know his neighbor, and he was hoping to get to know her a bit more.

“Alright.” She sets the mugs on the coffee table and grabs the remote. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to watch Halloweentown.”

“A classic, throw it on.”

She feels almost giddy at his willingness to humor her. She flips the TV to Disney+, and puts on the movie. Just as she’s biting into another cookie after the opening the credits, she asks him the question that had been rattling around her brain over the last week.

“So, are you going to tell me who you were dressed up as at the haunted house?”

“Oh…I was the chainsaw guy at the end…”

“Oh.” She says quietly.

“I had them end it quicker when I saw how scared you were, I felt terrible.”

“Great, so you saw me crying like a baby.” She sighs.

“Hey.” He smiles at her. “I think it’s really brave that you went through the whole house.”

“You’re just saying that.” She pouts at him.

“No, I mean it.” He lifts a hand to stroke her cheek.

“You never responded to my note.” She says, just above a whisper.

“I…I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if one of the guys you were with was you boyfriend or not, and I didn’t want to just slip a response under your door.”

Her body relaxes under his touch, and she smiles softly at him.

“The guy who willingly scares people to the point of tears was too shy to slip a note under my door?” She smirks, and he lets go of her with a scoff.

“I resent that. There’s a crazy amount of confidence you get when you dress up like someone else”

“Sort of like stage presence?”

“Yeah, sort of.” He puts his arm around her and pulls her close to him. “Be quiet and watch the movie, would you?”

She giggles but listens to him. After she pulls the seeds out of the oven to cool, they get especially cozy on the couch with him laying behind her to spoon her. It was incredibly cozy, and everything she could have hoped for with him. The kiss earlier was nice and all, but she was hoping this was the sort of guy Harry was. One to be okay with staying in and watching a classic movie with a plate of cookies close by.

He was reluctant to leave, giving her smooch after smooch at the door, but he didn’t want to be groggy for class, and she had class too, so it was best for them to part ways. He did, however, ask for her number so he could ask her on a proper date some time and she happily gave it to him.

Y/N told her friends about the previous night, and they were really excited for her. They couldn’t believe the two had kissed over pumpkin guts, but hey, whatever works, right?

“You should invite him to my Halloween party.” Sadie says.

“He probably has to work at that stupid haunted house.” Y/N sighs.

“You won’t know unless you ask. Besides, it’s not like that place will be open super late. He could meet up with you.”

“That’s true. What if he thinks my costume is lame? I’m only dressing up like a witch.”

“The cutest witch as that, he won’t be able to resist.” Niall winks at her and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll text him.” Her eyes grow wide as she takes out her phone.

“What is it, Peanut?” Billy asks her.

“He texted me this morning and I missed it!” She scrambles to open the message and text him back.

Harry: morning, beautiful, I had a lot of fun last night. Can’t wait to do it again…8:09AM

Y/N: so sorry for just responding, I’m horrible at texting! I had a lot of fun last night too. Do you have plans on Halloween??...11:17AM

She sets her phone down with a sigh, taking a sip of her tea as her friends continue to chat about Sadie’s party. She sees her screen light up and she smiles.

Harry: lol no worries, I’m sure you’re a busy person. I have to work the day shift at the haunted house, don’t worry, we tone it down for the kids, but I’m free in the evening, why?

Y/N: oh, well, maybe I should have gone during the day then haha my friend Sadie’s having a party and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? It’s okay if you don’t…

Harry: don’t be silly, I’d love to go! I’m assuming it’s a costume thing?

Y/N: great! Yeah, it’s a costume thing, but it’s not like over the top, I’m just going as a witch

Harry: bet you’ll be the cutest witch there 😉

Y/N: oh stop 😳

Harry: I mean it! I definitely have plenty of costumes, so I can pull something together. What time’s the party?

Y/N: I was hoping to get there for 9

Harry: works for me, see you then!

Y/N: see you then

“Oh my god.” She giggles to herself.

“What?” Sadie asks. “Is he gonna come with you to the party?”

“Yup?” Y/N grins. “And he thinks I’ll be the cutest witch there.”

“Oi, I literally just said the same thing to you!” Niall says.

“Yeah, but…I’m interested in him romantically so it means more.”

“Piss off.” He says with a glare and it makes her laugh. She throws her arms around her friend and kisses his cheek.

“Don’t worry, Ni, you’re still my number one man.”

“Mhm, sure.” He scoffs, and everyone else laughs.

Y/N never really fretted over a Halloween costume before, and she felt silly for being so nervous, but she just wanted to look…sexy? She sighs as she changes her outfit about three different times. She also wanted to be comfortable. She slides her legs into a pair of black slacks that come up just over her belly button, and had a slight flair at the bottom. She pairs it with a black lace bralette so only a sliver of her torso was showing. She curls her hair and brushes it out to look wavy, and applies some fun makeup to make her eyes pop. Last, she puts on her small witch’s hat, and waits for him. When she hears the knock on her door at ten of nine she takes a deep breath, grabs her purse, and opens it.

“Oh, Babe, you look amazing.” He says almost immediately, giving her a hug. She smiles up at him when she sees he’s dressed like a casual vampire. Donning similar black attire (slacks and a button up), along with some fake blood painted at the corners of his mouth.

“Thank you, is that what you wore today?”

“Yeah.”

“Way less scary.” She chuckles, and locks her door.

“Do you wanna wear my jacket?”

“Maybe later? I’m okay right now, but thank you.”

He nods as they step into the elevator. He casually takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. The walk to Sadie’s doesn’t take too long, and Y/N lets herself in when they get there. It was the usual group, plus some other friends from school and work. She introduces Harry to all of them, and get the two of them some sherbet punch.

“It’s spiked, is that alright?” She says to him.

“Yeah, thank you.” He takes the small cup from her and takes a sip.

Harry gets on with Y/N’s friends way better than she expected. It eased a lot of her anxiety because it wasn’t often she brought a guy around them so soon, but she talked about the him enough that they all already felt comfortable around him. He was also really funny, so that helped.

It was a great night all around. Y/N won a couple of round of Cards Against Humanity, and partnered up with Niall for a game of beer pong. Somewhere between midnight and one in the morning, Y/N and Harry decide to call it a night, he had worked all day after all.

“Care to come to mine for a nightcap?” He asks her as he shimmies his jacket off his shoulders and onto hers for the walk home.

Normally she wouldn’t yes so quickly, but they lived right next door to each other, and they had already gotten the first kiss out of the way, so she agrees. She was also curious to see how he had set up his place compared to hers. He leads her inside, and she stays wrapped in his coat as she goes to sit on his sofa. He comes back shortly with two glasses of red wine, only a little in each.

“Thank you.” She says as he hands her a glass. He sits down next to her, and grabs two coasters for his coffee table before setting his glass down.

“I had a lot of fun with your friends tonight. They seem like really nice people.” He sits with one leg underneath himself, and an arm slung over the back of the sofa.

“They are! I couldn’t ask for better friends, honestly.”

“Maybe you could meet mine sometime.” He blushes. “I don’t have as big of a circle as you do, but the friends I have are great.”

“I’d like that.” She smiles at before taking another small sip and setting her glass down. “I can’t believe I’ve been living next to you since June and it’s taken us this long to get to know each other.”

“Feels silly now, doesn’t it?” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.” She inches closer to him, and looks up at him with wide eyes. “Would you kiss me again, I really liked it last time.”

He smiles at her and leans in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes flutter closed as she tastes the sweet red wine pass from his lips to hers. He tugs her onto his lap to create a more comfortable position, causing his jacket to slip from her shoulders, but neither seem to care. She laces her fingers into his hair, and opens her mouth for him. He licks into her as his hands splay on her back, not wanting to be too grabby too soon. Their tongues swirl around each other, and she moans softly into him. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone already, so it was easy enough to kiss from his jaw to his neck. He holds her close to him as she mouths at his sensitive skin. She moves to his collar bone, and bites down, sucking on him. He groans and squeezes at her back. She moves to look up at him, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Would you…like to see my bedroom?” He asks, clearly testing the waters.

“Yes.” She says, much to his surprise. She was full of surprises tonight. He pecks her lips, and lets her get off of him. He takes her hand and leads her to his bedroom. “It’s nice in here, Harry.” His bed was made, and his desk was tidy. A few clothes on the floor, but that’s much to be expected.

“Thanks, the, uh, comforter is new.”

“Looks comfy.”

“It is.” He cups her cheeks and kisses her. Her hands go to his love hands and she squeezes him.

They make their way over to the bed, and they lay down with him hovering over her. She wraps her legs around his waist while he kisses on her neck. His lips move down between the valley of her breasts, and nipping at the parts of her that were spilling out of the lace.

“This is such a sexy outfit.” He says, hot breath against her skin. She groans and pushes her hips up towards his to feel his growing bulge.

“What, um, what do you feel like doing, Harry?” She runs her hands through his hair.

“Honestly, I’d like to fuck you, but-“ She yanks his face up to hers so she can kiss him. He chuckles as he pulls away. “We can, uh, wait if you want.” He clears his throat.

“Do you want to wait? I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me.”

“Well, look at you! The girl who’s so bloody afraid of the dark and haunted house and all things spooky is up for a little shag?”

“I may be scared in the streets, but that’s not how I am in the sheets.” She grins at him and his eyes darken a little.

“Alright, then.”

He sits up and takes his shirt the rest of the way off. She gazes up at him and runs her hands up and down his stomach. He was toned, yet soft, the perfect mixture. She reaches to undo his belt, and unzip his pants. He gets them the rest of the way off, and then kneads her breasts through the bralette. She arches up into him, and moans when he sucks on her nipple through the fabric.

“Can I take this off?” He breathes.

“Please.”

She sits up a little to help him, and he tugs it off of her. His large hands cup her breasts, and he goes back to sucking on them, leaving little love bites behind. He works his mouth down her stomach, and his hands work to undo her pants. He looks up at her and she nods, lifting up her hips to help him get them off. He leaves her underwear on for now, kissing on her hips, and opening her legs up. He sucks a bruise on her inner thigh, and she gasps. He kisses her over panties before hooking his fingers into them, and dragging them down her legs. She blushes as she opens herself up for him. She had done a full body shave, and now she was regretting it because she must look like a child to him even though she was the same age as him.

“I…I’m sorry, that must look weird.” She chokes out.

“What?”

“M’like a little too smooth, don’t you think?”

Harry runs his fingers over her folds and up her pelvis.

“Listen, whether you look like this, have a full bush, or something in between, I wouldn’t really care. It’s all about comfort, right? Does being shaved like this make you more comfortable?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Okay, so, no problem, Babe.” He smiles. “It’s actually kinda cute.”

“Harry.” She whines and runs her hands down her face. “Will you get on with it?”

He nods and lays between her legs. He uses his thumbs to spread her apart, and starts by licking at her clit. She gasps as he flicks the tip across the bud, and then laps around her folds. He licks over her center, and presses circles with his thumb into her clit. He dips his tongue inside her, only for a moment, before looking up at her. He runs a fingers around her wetness before pushing it inside, and putting his mouth back on her clit. She watches him with her mouth hanging open.

“God, that feels so fucking good.” She praises him, and he moans against her in response.

He gets a second finger inside her and makes the ‘come here’ motion over and over, petting over her front wall and pushing against her g-spot. His tongue continues to work her clit, and she starts to feel her orgasm approaching.

“Oh, oh my god, oh my god, Harry, fuck, I’m gonna come, ugh, don’t stop, I’m…I’m, fuck!” She all but screams as she releases around his fingers.

He fucks her through it, removing his mouth, but still pumping her slowly with his fingers. She was unraveling for him, and he loved the sight. He retracts his fingers and cups her cheek with his other hand.

“Liked that, huh?” He smirks.

“Felt amazing.” She smiles up at him dreamily. “Do you want me to, um-“

“As much as I’d love to get those pretty lips wrapped around me, I really just wanna fuck you, is that okay?”

“Works for me.” She chuckles, and watches him reach into his side table for a condom, which makes her smile grow more.

He slips his boxers off, and her jaw drops as he rolls the condom on. She was definitely thankful he fingered her first. He gets back between her legs, and runs his tip between her folds. Her hips buck up towards him, just wanting him to put it in already.

“Want me to fuck you?” He says.

“Yeah.”

“How bad?” He says as he just presses his tip against her and then pulls it away.

“R-really bad, Harry.” She nearly begs. “Please, fuck me.”

He presses his bulbous head into her, and she moans out from the stretch. He feeds her, inch by inch, and bottoms out. Her nails dig into his forearms.

“M’gonna move.” He says and she nods.

He rocks his hips in and out of her at first, letting her adjust, and then he grabs one of her ankles to throw over his shoulder, and he drives it in deep. Her mouth falls open, but no noise comes out. No one had ever filled her up like this before. He grips the head board with one hand and continues fucking into her. She moans out, maybe a little too loudly, but it wasn’t like his neighbor was home. No wonder she could hear whoever he brought home sometimes, he really knew what he was doing. With a stroke of boldness, she slides her hand up to his neck, and grips him lightly. He looks down at her, a little shocked.

“Is this okay?” She pants.

“Yeah, do it harder.”

She groans and does as he says. He grunts and moans as he starts to hit her g-spot again. It was quite the hot sight, seeing her small hand around his thick throat. Her other hand moves to rub her clit, and he almost loses it watching her.

“Y/N, I…fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can go, I’m s-sorry.” He bites his bottom lip to try to focus on something else.

“I’m almost there, almost there! Just keep going, please!”

Her back arches as he gives her a sharp thrust and she comes around his cock. He spills into the condom not too long after and collapses on top of her. She hugs him to her chest, and runs her fingers through his now damp curls. He lifts his head to kiss her, licking into her mouth. She welcomes it, molding her tongue to his. If he wasn’t so sensitive he’d probably grow hard again. She winces as he pulls out, and he quickly goes into his bathroom to get a warm rag to clean her up.

“You don’t have to do that, I can just use the bathroom.” She says as her legs lay limp. He chuckles as he runs the rag over her.

“I know you can, but I thought I’d help out a bit.” He knees back on the bed to lay next to her. “Will you stay the night?”

“You really want me to?”

“Yeah.” He runs his fingers up and down her torso, raising goosebumps over her body. “I don’t know about you, but in about ten minutes I for sure could go again.” Her head turns to him and she scoffs. “Or…not, we could also just cuddle if you like.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that.” She rolls over onto his chest, and he kisses the top of her head.

“Did I go a little too hard?”

“Maybe, but I like it like that so it’s fine.”

“You’re full of surprises, I like you a lot.” He blurts out, and she looks up at him.

“You do?”

“Mhm.” He smiles.

“Good, because I like you too. I’m glad you’re not a proper dick and didn’t kick me out.”

“Couldn’t do that to you, Babe. In fact, tomorrow morning, I’m gonna make you a big breakfast.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and then we’ll get cozy and eat it in bed. Have a nice lazy day…you know, if you want….”

She giggles and moves to straddle him. He grips her hips and looks up at her confused.

“You’ve sold me, I can go again.”

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dolcezzasfantasy · 3 years

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lost and found - the epilogue

set in the lost and found universe - catch up on the rest of the series here!

the last part of the series

hi hi !! i can't believe this series finally got over lol i still remember writing the first part

thank you so much for all the support on the story, i am eternally grateful <333

i have two headcanons scheduled to go out in the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned for that!

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the car stopped in front of the shop.

bucky eyed the front door nervously.

‘bucky,’ you said, rubbing the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone, ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’

‘i don’t know.’

‘look, you need the company. you can’t just sit at home, all alone, watching the television.’

‘i read too!’

‘it’s not enough,’ you said. ‘don’t you feel alone?’

‘no,’ he said in a small voice, looking down at his lap.

‘bucky…’

‘well, what do you want me to do?’

‘i want you to come in with me and choose a dog to bring home!’

he rubbed his temples. ‘what if the dog doesn’t like me?’

you chuckled. ‘the dog is gonna love you.’

‘you don’t know that.’

‘trust me.’

he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘fine.’

the two of you headed back inside the shop. with you regaining your degree and starting work as a professor at a nearby college, bucky was left all alone at home. he was doing an online course from a community college so he could get a job soon, too, but he was still alone. and no matter how much he said it didn’t bother him, you knew it did.

and that’s what brought you to the decision of adopting a pet. back when bucky and you were dating, he had loved dogs. surely one couldn’t stop loving dogs, for whatever reason.

the door made a chiming noise as you pushed it open. bucky looked around the shop from where he was standing in the doorframe.

‘hi, there!’ the woman at the counter said.

‘hey, we’re the barnes? we called ahead,’ you said, pulling bucky into the shop.

‘right, of course. feel free to take a look around,’ she smiled.

you gave bucky an excited grin, and he tried his best to return some of your enthusiasm.

you walked over to the golden retriever that seemed pretty excited to see you. he was trying to get his snout out through the bars of the kennel cage, and when you crouched down, he seemed to be going ballistic over trying to lick your hand.

‘hey, boy,’ you said, caressing his snout, and getting your fingers licked in the process, ‘what’s your name?’ you fiddled around for a name tag on him.

bucky kept his distance. it wasn’t that he didn’t like dogs, it was just that they could be a little unpredictable, and they had so much energy. it scared him a little bit.

but he stared at you, and he felt a small smile grow on his face. he would never be able to get used to the fact that even though you had been put through hell and back in the distant past, you still were happy almost everyday, about the littlest things even.

as he softly laughed to himself, he felt a little bit of pressure on his shin. when he looked down, he noticed a white entity.

it seemed to be curling and twisting around him. a cat. what was a cat doing in a rescue shelter for dogs?

the cat stopped rubbing herself against his shin, and started pawing at his knee, almost as though she wanted to be held by him.

bucky stood there for a minute, in confusion, looking around the shop to check if anyone was watching. then, gingerly, he picked the cat up.

she meowed softly, and jumped onto his shoulder. bucky froze a little bit, but he didn’t take the cat off.

he could hear her purring.

‘buck— what?’ you said, laughing a little. ‘is that a cat i see there?’

‘uh,’ he craned his neck the best he could, ‘maybe.’

‘wow. i didn’t know cats were here.’

‘dear lord,’ the woman he had seen previously at the counter said, bustling towards them. ‘that’s alpine. i’m sorry about her. she causes a lot of trouble here.’

the woman proceeded to the take the cat, alpine, off of bucky’s shoulders. bucky found himself missing the light weight.

you stood up and walked towards the woman. ‘i didn’t know there were cats up for adoption here too.’

‘oh, no, there aren’t. but she’d always been lingering outside, and didn’t seem to want to leave, so we took her in.’

‘oh,’ bucky said. there was a strange, alien instinct in him that made him want to ask for the cat so he could cuddle with her again. her fur was very, very, soft. ‘is she up for adoption?’

you gave bucky an amused look.

‘with the influx of new animals coming in every day, we wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of her getting a new home.’

bucky turned to look at you.

the woman smiled knowingly, and started walking away from the two of you. ‘i’ll come back in a minute.’ she then suddenly stopped in her tracks, placed alpine in bucky’s hands, and walked away again.

bucky’s mouth moved to a lazy smile as he played with cat.

‘what are you doing?’ you said, a laugh lingering in your words.

‘we could get a cat,’ he said. ‘what’s the difference?’

‘i didn’t know you liked cats.’

‘i like this one,’ he said. he then redirecting his attention to you. when you narrowed your eyes at him, he said, ‘oh, come on. you’re the one who said i should fix my loneliness or whatever.’

‘i— i did. i just didn’t know the fix would be a cat.’

bucky looked at you, his eyes glimmering with hope. ‘please. look at her. she’s adorable.’ the cat looked up at you, almost as though she could understand what the two of you were talking about. her pupils dilated until there was nothing but a thin blue rim, and a relatively wide black circle. ‘how can you say no to this face?’

‘for the record, i do know what you’re doing.’

bucky held the cat up, and moved her paws around. he started talking in a high pitched voice, ‘please, please, please?’

‘how dare you,’ you said, amused. ‘i can’t believe you would use a cat to lure me into your trap.’

‘well,’ bucky said, lifting alpine so she could rest on his shoulders, ‘i am. whatcha gonna do about it, y/l/n?’

‘evil. sheer evil.’ bucky smirked.

you walked back to the dog — lucky. ‘i kinda wanted to take this guy home.’

‘you can take ‘em both,’ the woman said. she had appeared suddenly. when she registered the look of surprise on your faces, she clarified, ‘it’s just a suggestion. we don’t really have a limit on how many animals you can take home.’

you looked over at bucky. he shrugged. ‘anything you want, doll.’

you grinned. ‘alright, then.’ lucky must have understood your conversation, because he let out a little howl and started pacing around restlessly in excitement.

‘he likes you,’ the woman noted.

🕰 🧺 ☁️ 🐇 🗡

~ a few weeks later ~

‘i’m home,’ you called out. it was late afternoon, and you expected bucky to be sitting in the living room, on the couch, watching television.

you walked into the kitchen, because what if he’s making dinner early? empty.

you walked into the laundry room. nothing. slowly, you walked up to the bedroom.

pushing open the door gently, you saw bucky sleeping on the bed, his mouth slightly parted. alpine was cuddled on his chest, and lucky was sleeping next to him, tongue slightly peeking out.

at the sound of your footstep, lucky sat up.

you tried to shush him, but bucky’s eyes opened up rapidly at the shuffling beside him. consequently, alpine woke up too, and hopped off of his chest.

‘hey,’ you said. ‘what are you guys, uh, doing?’

‘jesus christ,’ bucky said, as he wiped the corners of his mouth. he must have drooled a little in his sleep. ‘what time is it?’

‘um, five in the evening.’

‘i promise i didn’t mean to sleep for that long.’

‘how does something like that happen?’ you chuckle, sitting beside him.

‘well, you see,’ he began, ‘i was going to take a small nap after lunch, and as i was waking up, alpine sat on my chest. i sure as hell couldn’t take her off, because she was sleeping, and then—’

‘—and then you fell asleep waiting.’

‘yep.’

‘wow. good for you, barnes.’

he laughed, and then released a small sigh. ‘i like this.’

‘you like what?’

‘the normal-ness. i never get used to it, ironically.’

you chuckled, and leant forward to place a small kiss on his nose. ‘boop,’ you whispered, as you lowered your mouth towards his.

he kissed you. ‘boop indeed.’

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thank you so much for reading! feedback is so, so appreciated! <3 please do not repost my work on any platform. reblogs are fine!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #lost and found

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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Preference: Reservoir Dogs.

First Date.

CHARACTERS: mr. orange/freddy newandyke, mr. white/larry dimmick, mr. blonde/vic vega, mr. brown, mr. pink + nice guy eddie

TAGS: mentions of drinking + smoking

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’m trying this new thing by writing preferences in point form!! leave a like/reblog + feedback and send in requests (check my blog highlight to see what’s open!!)

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy probably takes you to a diner he usually eats at

it’s always at night, and he picks you up in his car, which isn’t the nicest car out there, but he doesn’t really care

looks at himself in the mirror and gives himself a pep talk before walking out the door

“shit... to think I looked good tonight”

eating whatever you two wanted at the diner

giving you a bite of his food by spoon feeding

he’s blowing smoke rings in front of you

oh, and he’s definitely paying for you

he tells you he takes his job very seriously and kinda exaggerates his work stories just to impress you

he’s such a nerd when he rambles on about anything Marvel related

you ask him one question, he gives you the entire analysis of a comic book character

MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

the finest five star restaurant downtown

he opens the car door for you!!!!

you call him Lawrence at first, but he insists you refer to him as Larry

he combed his hair a lil too much gel just to look good for you

and he’s wearing cologne - like he showered in it that its hurting your nose

offering you a smoke (only if you do)

he drinks a glass of champagne or wine and the two of you clink your glasses, toasting for a good night

he insists on paying for the dinner!!!!

he would want to take a stroll with you down the streets, holding onto his arm, and he lets you buy anything you want with his card :((((

soft and passionate kissing once he drops you home

a literal textbook gentleman 101 <333

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

you guessed it: a guy like vic vega? an expensive restaurant that’s nearly impossible to book a reservation at

you dunno how he does it, he’s so cool and smooth the entire night

just charming and confident all the way

he doesn’t overdress, but he’s caught too much attention and special treatment from the waiters

mr. blonde definitely pays for you

and his voice when he talks to you uggghhhh lord

one thing’s for sure - he’s kind of mysterious, like he holds a dark secret but you can’t put your finger on it because you’re too mesmerized by him, as if he casted a hypnotic spell on you

MAKING OUT IN THE CAR

then he’ll drive you home

he’s kept a tissue with your lipstick stain on it or your phone number or something to remember you by the next time he sees you

MR. BROWN

movie date!!! and snacking on everything that it distracts people in the theater

he’s so excited but nervous :(((

mr brown’s most likely taking you to see a movie he’s seen already

he’ll whisper character anaylsis and break down each scenes in your ear while getting shushed at by the audience

giggling with each other

listening to madonna in the car

"lemme tell you what Like a Virgin’s about”

“dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick!”

“how many dicks is that?”

“alot!!”

he drives you home and kisses you on the cheek before you get inside the house, and he’ll be smiling to himself so confidently when he drives off

MR. PINK

Mr. Pink won’t even bother deciding somewhere nice, his default option is a coffee date, but you suggested a movie and hang out at his place afterwards

he doesn’t like the idea of being in the comfort of his own home on the first date, so he settles on just the movie

Pink complains about how corny and unrealistic the characters are and how the scenes are so predictable

“jesus christ, you call that acting?”

“shhh!!!”

in the middle of the movie he tries to smoothly put his arm around your shoulder

you two bickering over his opinion on tipping automatically. you try guilt tripping him about it, too, but he won’t forfeit

hand holding the second half of the night

kissing him goodnight

he’s so chill about it, but once he drives off, he’s flooring it down the road, drumming the steering wheel with joy to “Heartbeat, It’s A Lovebeat” on K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the ‘70s

NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

eddie takes you to a bar/a club

and of course, it’s a club owned by his dad

he always refers to him as daddy and always brags about him just to impress you

when he opens the door for you or hands you a drink he just smirks at you and you’re playfully rolling your eyes

he’s too overprotective omfg

he’ll play pool with you and throw darts

holding you from behind whenever it’s your turn

eddie will ask if you listen to k-billy’s super sounds of the ‘70s weekend

it doesn’t matter what your answer is, he’ll tune in to that station on the radio

and yes - he’d be your personal body guard and wait until you’ve entered your house before driving home and he’ll call daddy and tell him the date was a success

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painted-piggy-ships-archive · 2 years

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another nightmare fic

Ash Williams x clownlord

Word Count: 720

Tag List: @the-rocknroll-cryptid @fangedwife @heavenshipped

Summary: Boy I do love my stories where characters are comforted after nightmares don’t I. Told from Ash’s perspective!

Warnings: Anxiety/nightmare mentions (Nightmare is not talked about in detail)

COMMENTS > REBLOGS > LIKES - Thank you for reading!

I awoke with my heart pounding against the inside of my ribs like an intruder at the door, sweat pouring out of my skin and soaking everything around me. My lungs heaving as if I had been running, Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, running my hand over my dampened face. Blinking against my man-made waterfall, I desperately reached to my left until my fingers interlocked with my partner’s.

“Baby. Baby please,” I whispered in the dark. The way my voice quivered made me grit my teeth. They slowly began to wake up, squeezing my hand to let me know they were conscious. Once he felt me shaking beside him, he lifted himself up onto his side to look down at me.

“What is it, Ash? Are you alright??” Scott asked worriedly and quietly, his cool, free hand coming to my hot cheek and making me look up at him. I blinked hard before meeting his blueberry-hued eyes in the dark of our room.

“Nightmare,” I croaked, two silent tears, one for each eye, making their way down my face.

“Oh…” Scott dipped down and kissed my lips, then my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, my brow bone. He let go of my hand and scratched his nails along my scalp, and slowly my panic dissolved to exhaustion and yearning, but not completely. Scott had helped me visualize it; I was a soft peach, with a cold, hard pit, at my center. In moments of fear and vulnerability, it grew, and would consume me and shut me down if I didn’t shrink it down to a manageable size. A peach without a pit does not exist. Some people’s pits are more vile than others.

Scott helped me sit up, then slipped out of bed. “Let me get you some warm milk. We can talk about it if you want.”

“Mmh…” I couldn’t bring myself to respond with solid words. Instead, I turned to the bedside table to put on my prosthetic hand as I waited for my boyfriend to return. He was lucky he hadn’t had to deal with the things I dealt with, or see the things I had seen. But he had his own demons, too… hated talking about them as much as I did my own, and he was much harder to coax into talking, too.

Scott returned with the milk, turning on the bedside lamp as he handed it to me, and I softly thanked him as I took it. He climbed back under the covers and rested his hand on my knee as I took a cautious sip of the drowsy, white liquid.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked after a pause.

“Better. I’d rather go back to sleep.”

“Okay.”

I finished the milk, took my hand back off, and laid back against the grossly wet mattress, almost immediately shooting back up and grumbling.

“Could you put down a towel? You’d swear I was a squeezed sponge.”

I smiled. Scott smiled, getting up again.

“I love you.” I spoke genuinely, softly, when he returned and put a dry towel under my back.

“I love you more, Ash.”

We kissed briefly and I laid back down once more, Scott beside me and reaching to turn out the light. He snuggled into my side, tracing shapes into my chest… the contact made my eyes slowly heavy before shutting. Still, I found it difficult to sleep. Scott could tell.

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’ll fight it off.”

“You’re so small,” I murmured.

“But I’m mighty.” Scott huffed and I chuckled.

“Alright. I trust you.” I yawned as I spoke and I could picture Scott smiling.

“The yawn that speaks a thousand words.” He kissed my shoulder. “Please, please, try to sleep… for me?”

“Mm-hm… okay, darlin’.”

And I did. I dozed off a bit after Scott had sunk back into his own unconsciousness. And instead of being thrown back into the claustrophobic grip of the darkest corners of my mind, I was dropped gently into a field of tall grass and warmth. No essence of danger lurked here. Scott called out in the distance to “come get him.” I threw my head back and laughed, the sun cupping my face before I chased after him, his own laughter making me feel like I was walking on air.

#clownie writes #self shipping #self shipping community #the evil dead #ash williams #self x canon #q'd

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jungshookz · 3 years

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What the hell? How the fuck does this work?

Testing, testing… 1, 2, 3… [microphone feedback] okay, ow- Oh! There we go.

Hello, all of you ghouls and goblins! Welcome to Cee’s House of Horrors 2020!

I hope you’re ready to piss your pants. Or projectile vomit. Or both! Actually, I hope both, because I would love to see it. I’m your host - everyone’s favourite demon - obviously, Cee decided to make me the host of this exciting event because… well, you see the pointy red horns, don’t you? I don’t usually have them out because they’re a little tacky, but, t’is the season, am I right? Some of you may know who I am, and some of you may not! I’m Yoongi! Or, I guess my official title would be demon!yoongi. The point is, I’m Yoongi… and I’m here to ruin the next week of your life.

Since all of your brains combined are about the size of a single pea, I bet you’re all confused right now. You’re probably thinking to yourself: ‘What the hell is going on?’, ‘Where’s Cee?’, ‘Oh, god - is this another fic drop? Jesus Christ. Why does she have to make these things so dramatic all the time? Can she just drop a fic for once and not do anything else?!’ I’ll ask you to save your questions for the end… and then just keep them to yourselves for the rest of your pathetic little lives because I won’t be answering any of them.

Anyways, I guess I have to read off this dumb script…

‘Here at Jungshookz Headquarterz, your entertainment is our top priority…’ god, seriously? That’s the company policy? No, no. Now that Cee’s not here, my priority is to freak you out so much that you start to wonder if the pile of clothes sitting on the floor is really just a bunch of sweatshirts or if it’s a mangled, bloody-mouthed demon about to pounce on you and feast on your face. With that being said… Welcome to the very first choose-your-own-adventure tale! Ta-da! Did you enjoy the promotion for it? I certainly had fun. I’m the guy at the crossroads! You should’ve seen your face.

The thing is… Cee’s technically already set up a whole story for you guys and all the bits and pieces are ready to be posted and she told me that all I’d have to do is post one part every day but… I read it over and it was the blandest thing I’d ever read in my entire life, and if I could go back in time and un-read it, and then pour bleach directly into my eyeballs, I would, which is why… I’m going to rewrite everything. What Cee doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? And I know you guys certainly aren’t going to tattle-tale, because if you do, I’ll make sure that the presence constantly looming over your shoulder manifests into its physical form right as you’re about to fall asleep tonight. And, while I’m at it, I’ll throw a handful of spiders into your mouth while you’re asleep. The point is - shut your trap.

Here are the rules. Read ‘em.

Our tale will be broken down into seven parts - each part will be posted every day at midnight starting on Sunday - and the final part will be posted on Halloween, marking the end of the event. I know, it sucks. I wish everyday was Halloween.

Each part will end with two different options for you to choose from, and in order to contribute your vote to the story, you must a) like the post (don’t accidentally ‘forget’ to like the post or I’m going to ‘accidentally’ drop you into a vat of lava), b) reblog the post to spread some Halloween joy, and c) head on over to Cee’s twitter page to place your vote. …She did mention to everyone that she had a twitter page, right? Because the success of this event depends on those polls. I wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot, seeing that she’s an idiot and all- Oh, also, sending your vote in via Cee’s ask box and spamming your vote does not count. Cee probably wouldn’t want to come back to see her inbox cluttered with a hundred A’s and B’s floating around everywhere, and if that happens, I’m going to get shit for it, and she’s not going to let me host anything ever again. Don’t do it. Don’t be an asshole!

The voting period will end an hour after it’s been posted, which is definitely more than enough time for you to read and make a decision. After the hour ends, that’s when I’ll swoop in and tally up the results. The poll closes automatically, so if you miss the deadline, you miss the deadline. And complaining about it or whining about it isn’t going to help any of us in any way, you big crybabies.

The less popular option will not be posted and will immediately be scrunched up and tossed into a fire, so don’t bother asking about it.

Cee’s not here. And she won’t be here for the next seven days, which means no regular asks will be answered. That’ll disrupt the whole vibe I’m setting up here, you know? Character asks will still be answered, but I’ll be monitoring everything this week.

Speaking of Cee, I sent her off to an isolated cabin in the woods. Don’t worry about it. Unlike the promotion event for La Vie En Bonsai - which, by the way, was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever read in my entire life - there will be no direct hotline to her phone. Now, with that being said, I encourage you to continue to send Cee messages every day just so she doesn’t go crazy in the cabin. You know, give her a little something to scroll through while she’s climbing up a tree to get away from a grizzly bear. Long story short - it’s just going to be you and I, my friends.

Here’s a list of a bunch of different time zones because I know one of you is going to bitch about having to figure it out and I don’t have the energy to listen to your shrill voices for more than three seconds. And don’t get pissed if you have to be up at a weird hour. Deal with it.

PST: 12:00AM

EST: 3:00AM (The perfect time because that’s when my friends and I are most active!)

CDT: 2:00AM

BST: 8:00AM

AEST: 5:00PM

ACST: 4:30PM

JST: 4:00PM

CST: 3:00PM

WIB: 3:00PM

IST: 12:30PM

MSK: 10:00AM

CEST: 9:00AM

GMT: 7:00AM

ART: 4:00AM

HST: 9:00PM

AKDT: 11:00PM

Okay, that’s it.

See you tomorrow at midnight.

#You're telling me I have to tag things too?#Is this thing on?#choh2020

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everlastingdreams · 4 years

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John Constantine x Reader : Heaven And Hell Chapter 3

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Summary: The reader has been travelling alone for a while now, running from her demons. When soon she finds herself dealing with real ones. At first she appears to be just a psychic, but as time passes John finds himself wondering if that is all she is. The rising darkness is coming closer everyday, what part does she come to play ?

Chapter summary: You’re now staying in the safest place you can think of, with the man who clearly knows his way around the things haunting you. John starts to realise that perhaps you are not just a psychic when they find a creative way to attack you. Can he reach you in time before they get their claws in you ?

Notes: I really hope you like this chapter. Let me know and feel free to reblog.

Chapter: 3/?

Word count: 4056 words

You spend most of the day getting settled in the Mill House. John showed you around and most importantly he showed you what not to touch or where not to go.

There was so much to see in this place and more then once John had to take a book out of your hands while informing you that you weren't ready for those.

Chas came back when it got dark outside, he had brought take-out for the three of you. You talked a bit to him and learned that he and John had been friends for a long time.

Chas was the first to excuse himself as he went back to his room to sleep.

You sat at the table when you realised John was staring at you.

“What ?” you looked at him a brow raised.

His eyes stayed fixed on you before they went lower then your face.

You unconsciously touched your pendant as you waited for him to speak.

His eyes narrowed, now focusing on your hand before walking closer to you.

You looked up at him and he reached out to you.

“Can I see that for a second, luv ?” he looked at you for a second asking for permission.

You realised he was talking about your necklace and you nodded “Sure.”

He carefully held the pendant between his fingers and flipped it over a couple of times. Before letting go of it.

“Looks old. Where did you get it ?” he looked pensive.

You shrugged your shoulders “Somebody gave it to me when I was a kid. I guess it's my weird lucky charm or something.”

“It looks familiar..Some of it seems to have worn off, it's hard to see the engraving.” he shrugged his shoulders after a moment and you yawned.

A laugh escaped him “I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep recently ?”

You scoffed at that “I guess demons cause insomnia.” it was meant as a joke but both of you knew exactly what it was like dealing with this stuff.

“You're safe here, y/n. Nothing's getting inside of this place.” he reasurred you.

A small smile played on your lips “Thank you, John. For all of it.”

He squeezed your hand “No need to thank me. You should get some sleep. If you want to tag along you need a clear head.”

“You're right.” standing up to go to the room that John had prepared for you “Goodnight, John.”

“'Night, luv. Gimme a shout if you need anything.” he winked at you and you smiled and shook your head at his horrible flirting.

The room was small and there were some boxes that were just tossed aside to make space, but you were still happy to be here. You felt safe and it didn't take long to fall asleep this time.

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Not long after you went to your room John went to his as well and fell asleep soon after. It just past midnight when he woke again. A sound inside the mill house had woken him, it took a few seconds for him to realise what it was and then he sat up instantly, swinging his legs out of bed in one go.

He listened, focused on the noise.

It can't be ? Could it ?

The awful, familiar noise was faint but he knew what it was.

The place was secure, no way that it was possible the demons could enter the mill house. Not with all the spells and traps he had set up to prevent it. Yet still, here he was, walking through the place sensing them. Sensing them as they moved. He froze in place for a moment. The air around him was cold. But the thing that shocked him was that he could feel a breeze, as if he was outside. He could smell the fumes of cars and hear the rustling of leaves. Then the smell of sulfur. He drew a sharp breath before he sprinted towards the room you were in and didn't bother knocking. The sound of the door flying open in your room did not wake you and he moved to you fast. He shook your form to wake you, to pull you from whatever trick of hell was happening to you. "Y/N !!!! Y/N !!!! " he shook you desperately to try and wake you up "Come on, luv, you've gotta wake up !" Chas bursted into the room as well having woken from the commotion "John ! What the hell is going on ?!" John stopped shaking you and tried a spell to wake you up. He chanted the words over and over again, but he could feel something blocking his magic. "DAMNIT !" He exclaimed desperately. Chas stepped closer "JOHN !" This time John looked at Chas "I can't wake her.." He walked out of the room and his friend followed him as he picked up some candles and other materials not even his friend could name. "What do you mean ?" Chas inquired as John pushed some of the items in his hands to carry. "I don't know how it's possible but I sensed demons in this place, their stence woke me right up." John pushed another book in Chas's hands as he grabbed what looked like a bottle of blood from a shelf before walking back to the room you were in. Chas's eyes widened in shock "Demons ?! In here, in the Mill ? How is that even possible ? Nothing's ever come through here before." John placed the items down and moved quickly to prepare it all as he drew symbols on the ground around your bed before standing at the feet of it. He was already out of breath as the adrenaline rushed through him "Because they didn't come through the Mill, mate." John watched you as he spoke "It's her." Chas's eyes darted to you, and he was now starting to feel the breeze as well "Are you saying she brought them in here ?" "Yes." John swallowed, he couldn't believe it himself. Whatever was happening inside your 'dream' was leaking into this reality. The car fumes, the sound of leaves, the breeze.. all of it. "They'll come for her. I have to get to her before they do." He explained before drawing a circle around himself on the floor with the blood from the vail. "Someone's preventing me from waking her up." "Demons ?" Chas asked as he handed him the book. John clicked his tongue and shook his head "Whoever is doing this is no demon. Not powerfull enough. But it's her they're after." Chas took a few steps back when John waved at him to do so "Why her ? She's just a psychic." John looked up "I'm not so sure of that. Can you feel that ?" "The breeze ?" Chas nodded. John nodded as well "Wherever she is in the dreamworld, I bet it's windy. And it's where those demons are." "So... this dreamworld is just another reality leaking into ours ?" John nodded again as he sat down on the ground cross legged and rolled up his sleeves. "Exactly, a reality build by her subconcious. Pretty much a lucid dream, but one where if you die, you actually die in reality." "Jesus christ." Chas let out a breath and scratched his neck "If they catch her there..." John pushed away the thought of what would happen if they got to you before he did "I'm going to get her out of there. If something goes wrong.." "I know what to do." Chas gave him a reasurring look. John closed his eyes and started to chant the words from the book.

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A cool breeze brushed against you. Leaves rustled in the trees letting some moonlight pass between them. You were standing on an abandoned street. All there was were houses, it looked like any friendly neighbourhood but you knew that wasn't what this was. You knew this was a dream. You recognised the feeling. But something was wrong. You have had many lucid dreams before, but none like this. You could feel the cold air as you walked through the street. The only familiar thing was that it was night, as it always was when you dreamed like this. You walked towards a house and tried to open the door, it didn't even budge. And that's when you knew that even though you knew you were dreaming, you were not in control of it. You swallowed hard, this hadn't happened before. You walked to another house and tried to open the door, nothing. A door creaked on the other side of the street, and when you turned around you saw that a door was open. Your breath quickened and you tried to calm yourself down whilst you walked towards it. Looking up, you saw a light on one the first floor through the window. Something was drawing you to it. As you walked inside you noted how much darker it was in here then in the dark street outside. The stairs were right in front of you and you went up to the first floor.

A door was creaked open at the end of the hallway, a dim light escaping the room.

It's still just a dream.

You tried to reasure yourself before walking towards it.

You pushed the door open a little and found a man standing inside. Well dressed, and a youthfull appearance. But your instinct told you that there was something sinister about this man..no.. not a man.

The man smiled at you and a chill ran down your spine, his eyes did not display the same emotion. In fact, the way he looked at you made your stomach turn. Something inside of you tells you that if you were to run, he would surely chase you. Something you truly hated in nightmares.

You swallowed hard “Who are you ?”

His tilted his head to the side to the point that you could hear his neck crack “We've been expecting you, y/n.”

The man stared at you, never blinking, not even once.

You didn't step further inside the room, staying in the doorway “Why ?”

“To retrieve you.” he stated it as if it was something obvious to everyone.

You wanted to take a step back but he was looking at you so intensly that you feared it might cause him to make a move of his own “I don't understand. What do you want from me ?”

He stretched out his hand and his fingers started to tick on the table that stood between you and him “You are important. You will be retrieved to serve your purpose.” his fingers stopped ticking against the wood instantly. He made it sound like you were a golden pig up for slaughter.

You never moved your eyes away from him, wondering what you would do in case he would move “Important how ? What purpose do I have ?!” you snarled at him.

He didn't answer your question “Oh y/n, if only you knew. Fire will rain upon the world and we will have you to thank for that.”

His words hit you hard, but you tried not to show it. Was this the truth ? You always felt like you were cursed with this gift, maybe this was never a gift. Maybe this was indeed a curse. But one thing was for sure, you would do everything to prevent this from happening.

“I don't know who the hell you work for, or what crazy cult you're into. But let me be clear, asshole. I'm not going to serve your purpose. I ain't going anywhere with you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched “I'm afraid that you are no match against what is coming for you.”

“Who the hell are you ?! What is coming ?!” you snapped at him.

His eyes changed right then and there, they turned completely black.

“You cannot hide from us. We are always with you.” his voice was deep, so much deeper then it had been this entire time.

Both fear and anger were clawing at you “Who the fuck is we ?!”

“We are legion !” The words came out of his mouth, but it sounded like multiple deep voices all at once flowed through it.

The sound of scratching along the walls towards you was what made you bolt out of the room, you ran as quick as you could. It was as if the deep voices followed you all the way until you got outside and slammed that door shut.

The words echoed in the air as you backed away from the house.Then you heard the sizzeling of electricty. You looked up and saw the street light above you starting to flicker.

This wasn't good. Not good at all. The feeling of dread crept up on you, you looked further down the street and saw the street lights flickering out one by one. Bringing darkness closer to you everytime one went out. It's okay.

You told yourself, but deep down you didn't believe it. Just walk the other way you thought, just a nightmare. Soon you'll be in control of this dream. You turned the other direction but the lights started to flicker out over there as well. Darkness was starting to close in now. You stepped backwards, closer to a house that had lights on the porch. Breathing erratic as the darkness came closer towards you, then you heard it. Wings. That's what you told yourself at least, but you didn't have to have your gift to figure out that it wasn't cute little birds approaching. Your back hit the door of the house and you tried to open it without looking as you kept your eyes in front of you. The door didn't budge and you cursed under your breath. The lights continued to flicker out, leaving only the street lights a few feet in front of you on, and the porch light. If there had been any doubt in your mind that this was just a nightmare, it was gone now. You were not in control this time, but who was ? Or worse, what was ? The rustling of wings was loud now and the last street lights went out now. You held your breath, there was no escape and whatever was coming, you were no match for it. You wished John was here, he would know what to do. The porch lights began to flicker. You made yourself small and covered your head with your arms, as closed your eyes. The lights dimned out and you were shaking in fear.

*CLICK*

The sound made your eyes snap open again. You'd recognise that annoying sound everywhere. It was so dark that you couldn't see a thing. Pitch black. "John ? " you looked in the direction of the sound. A combustion of fire right in front of you made you snap your eyes shut again at the brightness of it. You covered your head again as you heard loud shrill shreiking and rustling of wings. It was gone within seconds. The street lights went on again as if nothing had happened. "Ah bollocks !" John cursed as he shook his hand. Your eyes snapped open and you looked up at him "John ?!" You couldn't believe it, he was here ?! He looked at you on the ground, a mixture of pain and relief in his eyes when he saw you. In two steps he was kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face and checking for any damage "Alright there, luv ?" You nodded and your eyes got watery, you placed a hand on his cheek. Still not being able to believe he was here and had just saved you. You threw your arms around him, hugging him so thightly as if he was your lifeline. He responded immediately, wrapping an arm around you and placing a hand on the back of your head as you quietly sobbed "It's alright, they're gone." He stroked your hair "I'm here. I've got ya." You leaned back to look at him "What was that ?" shaking your head "What is this place ?" He kept his hands on your arms "Some lower class demons. I got rid of 'em." John looked around "We're in another version of the dreamworld, if we die here, we die in our reality as well. Someone's using your subconcious, testing you." You noticed the serious look on his face "Who's testing me for what ?" He sighed deeply "Someone with a lot of skill or something that ain't human." He stood up and helped you off of the ground "Think someone's testing your powers. I tried to get to you earlier but something was blocking me getting to ya." You looked at the now lighted street "So this is a dream.. like a lucid dream ?" He gave a reluctant nod "Sort of, only someone's manipulating this version. We're just puppets in a theater now." You narrowed your eyes and poked him in the chest "But you're really here right ?" John grinned "That's right. It aint your imagination that's taking a leap." You rolled your eyes "Can we focus on getting out of here ?" He let out a chuckle and took a few steps until he was standing in the middle of the street "Just one of us should." You raised a brow at him "What does that mean ?" A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked so pleased with himself. "This might be another version but this is still your dreamworld, you created all of this." He pointed a finger up and twirled it around "You lost control of this dream, or better, something made you lose control of it. And is now using it against you." You stepped onto the street as well "I rarely lose control when I have a lucid dream. That's how I knew something wasn't right." You let out a heavy breath "It happened maybe three times in my life." "And what made you lose control in your lucid dreams?" He asked you, eyes scanning your features. Then it clicked in you "Fear. It was when I let my fear get to me. I always lost control of what happened in my dreams then." John thought for a second as he worked with the information "And when you lost control, did you ever regain it ?" You quickly nodded "Yeah. I did." "How, luv ?" He knew that the information you shared now could be the way out of this thing for you both. "It was when I saw someone in my dreams that made me feel safe.." your voice became quiet... Now you realised why John had been able to get to you in this dreamworld. He was the only person you had left. The only one that made you feel safe. You wanted him to be here because you knew he would know what to do. You wanting him here in the dream was the necessary bridge for him to get to you. You looked at him shyly and you knew he knew. "Couldn't have gotten to ya in time if you didn't want me here.." he spoke quietly "That's what was blocking me." He let out a laugh and took a few paces "You're still in control of this place. No one comes in unless you want them to. The minute you thought about having me here.." he snaps his fingers "Right on time to send those bastards back to hell." You crossed your arms over your chest "If I can control who comes in, why are there demons here ?" John looked at you warily "That's the big question. Could be send by the one causing this. Or there's something about you that i'm still in the dark about." "You think they got here because of me ?" You narrowed your eyes, tone defensive. "All i'm saying is that it shouldn't be possible. Them attacking you like this.." he shook his head and rubbed a hand through his hair "There is something about you that's drawing them in." He looked at you now as if he was trying to solve a really hard 'Where's Waldo' page. Then the lights flickered again, both you and John glanced up right away. "Time to get out of 'ere." He grabbed you and made you stand in the middle of the street. He stood behind you and held your shoulders "Listen, lass. Whatever's doing this is powerfull. It will toss all kinds of horrors to us unless we get out of here." Panic took over and you wanted to get off the street "I don't know how to get out of here !" He squeezed your arms "Yes you do, y/n. This place, this world, you build it. It's yours, it's every inch is build from your imagination." The lights started to go out again and you didn't have to look behind you to know that it was the case there as well. You could feel John getting nervous. He leaned close to your ear "You were strong enough to bring me here. Now let's get us home, luv." He was right, you did bring him from reality to this place. This world you had build inside your dreams. As you glanced at the houses, they slowly became familiar to you again. Houses you had once visited, inhabited by lovely people. Not the houses this darkness was making them look like. No. These were fragments of your memories of places you loved, tainted by whatever was manipulating this dream. The darkness came closer quickly, but now you just knew that there was something different inside of it. You could feel it. You took John's hand in yours before looking at him and smirking "Wanna get out of here ?" It sounded like something you would say to him in a bar, not in a life threatening nightmare world. He grinned widely "Love to." You focused on the darkness and you could feel the control return to you. You were not alone in this. You stepped closer to whatever it was in the darkness, John tensed when he saw you nearing it. Trying to stop himself from interfering and maybe causing you to lose your newfound faith in yourself. "This place is mine. Here I am a god. And you, you've overstayed your welcome !" You directed your words to the nearing darkness, and then you barely had to focus to make the lights come back to life, one by one. You walked towards it as it disappeared "This is my world. Basically, I rule." The last lights flickered on. It was still night, but now the whole atmosphere felt different. This was yours. All of it. Whoever tried to take it from you had failed. You were safe here and it was because of John reminding you of your own strength. Footsteps got louder as John stopped next to you. You looked at him and could see that he looked baffled "Impressed ?" He gave a neutral nod, before breaking out into a smile. Failing at looking unimpressed "Not bad. I've got a friend who can control worlds like this as well, but he practised for a very long time. You're a born natural." You hummed and looked around one last time "It looks so beautiful now." "It does." John agreed, appreciating the soft warm lights emiting from the houses. "Tell me. Lucid dreamers often have a trick to get in and out of the dreamworld. What's yours ?" You smiled warmly and tilted your head in the direction of a house before walking over. John followed you and you stopped in front of the door. "Ah the classic doorway one. Door opens and you just step in or out." He said approvingly. "Ever since I was little, the doors were really the entrances." You confessed and held up your hand to him. He wrapped his hand in yours thightly "See you there." He winked at you and you didn't let go off his hand when you were able to open the door this time. One step and you were through.

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ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co · 3 years

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A Rebuttal

Ok so I really did not want to make this post. I would’ve loved to have left this whole thing behind because I’m aware I made some mistakes and would like to atone for them, but it seems I’m going to have to go over this one more time. For anyone seeing this post who somehow doesn’t know, I said some regrettable things about Aidan Gallagher here. I later made another post here summarising the entire situation that resulted, so I would suggest you read that first.

I’m still getting people telling me what I said was fucked up, which is entirely justified. However, I have just now realised that the person who took it upon themselves to ‘correct’ me about my opinions of Aidan Gallagher (something that has not changed, I still strongly dislike him) later made several derogatory posts about me. I was not aware of this because after the first rude post they made about me, I blocked them to save myself the additional stress.

I have done my best to deal with this whole thing as calmly and politely as possible. When this person was downright evil towards me, I didn’t bother to argue with them, I just made an admittedly-snarky post with a screenshot of what they said, and then blocked them because I had no desire to begin an argument. When I realised that what I had said about Aidan Gallagher had been fucked up, I apologised, accepted my mistake and did what I could to fix it. But I am out of patience. I don’t take kindly to being treated the way this person has treated me, I don’t think anyone does. So here I am, about to break down everything they said about me bit by bit to show you how much of a lying scumbag they have been towards me (as well as possibly others).

warning: this post is incredibly long

tw: su*c*de mentions

My first interaction with this person was when i got an anon ask who wanted to know what Aidan Gallagher had done to make me dislike him. I responded with a brief list, excluding most of my evidence because it was late at night and I didn’t have the energy to go down the rabbit hole of all this. The following day, the blog this post is about reblogged my post, attempting to disprove everything I said. I will not include screenshots here, because it was a long post, you can find it in my archive if you so wish. I read what they said, took everything into account, and responded with my proof for things I hadn’t previously included the proof for, as well as explanations for why certain things he’s said annoyed/upset me. I expected a polite response, as we had both been courteous so far.

Instead, I received the following:

Now, lets break down some of what they said.

‘stop saying things you can’t prove, because it’s fake’ - I provided my proof. I am not trying to lie to anyone, or perpetuate rumours. All I aimed to do was explain my point of view and why I personally dislike him.

‘some of your screenshots are fake’ - That’s just blatantly untrue, especially as they have at other points said things along the lines of ‘well yes but he apologised/he didn’t mean it like that’ for everything I have provided screenshots for. Make up your mind.

‘you’re so gullible’ - For... having an opinion? That I researched before forming? And which is based on something other than my blind faith in a 17 year old? Right.

This was when I blocked them.

I thought that was going to be the end of the situation. Then, I got some asks.

I saw this and, being a minor, was a little creeped out. I had assumed this person was a teenage fangirl because that’s who the majority of Aidan Gallgher’s fans are so this information was surprising.

This one scared me. I did what the anon suggested, created a backup (i won’t tag it here because I get the feeling some of the aforementioned ‘army’ are going to see this) and reported the other blog. Once again, I thought it was over.

It was at this point that people started telling me how fucked up what I said in my original post was, and I realised they were right. As mentioned at the start of this post, I apologised, and did everything I could to fix it. End of, right?

Until today, where I started thinking about what the above anons had said and decided to fact check, mainly out of curiosity. I unblocked the blog, only to discover they had made 3 posts about me that I hadn’t seen.

This was the first one, as you can see they began it with a screenshot of my original post. Let’s talk about this.

“but you wishing him dead is ok?” - I never wished him dead, to start with. Stabbing does not automatically equal death, but I know that’s nitpicky of me. I also did not wish he was stabbed. I said in that exact tag that I didn’t, because of TUA. However, I know that this ‘joke’ was really shitty of me, and I have already apologised multiple times.

“what kind of a low life do you have to be to have nothing better to do, but talk shit about a kid?” - Why don’t you tell me? As I’ve said multiple times, I am a minor. That doesn’t excuse what I said, but that does make it incredibly hypocritical of them to say that given everything.

This was the second post they made about me, beginning with the same screenshot as in the first post.

“they’re spreading false rumors” - I’ve already covered this one.

“they want a reason to be mean, even if it isn’t true” - I would never be mean to someone if they hadn’t done anything to deserve it. I’m a strong believer in the moral philosophy of respecting everyone until they give you a reason not to. Aidan Gallagher has given me more than enough reasons to lose respect for him. And, honestly? I still respect him as an actor, even if only that.

“you can’t say you’re a decent human being and wish someone dead. you can’t say you’re anti-bullying and want to prevent suicide and then bully someone” - That is some big talk from someone who claimed they were ok with what Aidan Gallagher said about mental health because they’ve had their own experiences with suicide, before immediately telling me to rot and burn in hell for disagreeing with them. And, wait a second, wasn’t Aidan Gallagher the one supporting women’s rights and feminism who then turned around and made gross comments towards a bunch of girls? Hmm. Also, wishing someone dead is too wide of a blanket statement to actually measure whether someone is a decent human being with.

“i tried to be nice” - I didn’t know telling someone to rot in hell, calling them a stupid hoe, was being nice. I didn’t know lying, and telling people to report someone because they disagreed with you was being nice (notice how they never said anything about my stabbing comment until I disagreed with them.) I guess we have very different definitions of nice.

“if they really cared, they would kindly ask a fan if the rumors were true” - And that, ladies gentleman and variations thereupon, is a brilliant example of how not to perform unbiased research! I based my opinion on actual evidence, and neutral articles as well as arguments from both sides. Not on one fan who’s likely to deny everything.

“they said it themselves, they have no proof” - That is so incredibly cherrypicked. What I actually said was “supposedly used the f-slur although i can’t find proof“, one of the many points on my list of reasons I dislike Aidan Gallagher. You know why I said that? Because I found a screenshot of him supposedly having called someone that slur via Instagram but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and decided it was probably edited. I included the point on my list in the hopes of people doing their own research. And I certainly did not say I had no proof for anything, as you would know if you saw my original response to this blog, where I provided proof.

“threatening him and bullying him is wrong” - I am fully admitting of the fact my stabbing comment was in poor taste but it was very clearly not a threat and not even close to being bullying. Furthermore, I would say making four posts harassing and telling others to harass someone because they disagree with you is a lot closer to being bullying than anything I did was.

“defamation is a crime” - I live in the UK, so let’s use those defamation laws. A statement is not defamation unless it ‘ has caused or is likely to cause serious harm to the reputation of the claimant.’ Less than a hundred people are even aware my blog exists. Nowhere near enough people have seen anything I’ve said to count as defamatory. Not to mention that a statement is not defamatory if it is a statement of opinion.

“you’ll get karma for lying and playing the victim” - Ohhh the irony. I have not lied once. I have provided all the necessary proof for everything and I have owned up to my mistakes. And yet, they, who have repeatedly lied about me, twisted my words and oddly enough, avoided including proof outside that one screenshot of my original post, are the one accusing me of playing the victim. Classy.

“hi to your little follower that you cry to” - This one’s just hilarious to me. I’m happy to have people on here who will let me know when people are, you know, harassing and bullying me. And, what the hell do they mean by ‘cry to’? Do they mean ‘mentioned that this situation was stressful once’? Wow.

“I promise you misery for the rest of your sad little life” - Honestly just re-read the other screenshots after seeing they said this. Jesus Christ. And, as someone who already struggles with depression and other mental health issues I’m interested to know what they’re intending to do that’s gonna be any worse.

“you’ll pay! that’s not a threat it’s a promise” - Are they planning on tracking me down? Or are they just going to keep sitting on their throne of yes men and echo chambers acting as if they’re actually affecting me?

I would say this is the last post I plan to make about this situation but I’ve said that over and over again throughout the last 12 days and it’s never the last post. This whole situation has honestly been very emotionally taxing, and combined with some real life things, it’s been a bad week or so. Hopefully this post is enough to end this whole thing.

#WOW this post got long #the aidan gallagher debacle #long post

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wheelersdealer · 5 years

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Little Devil

Request: Hey, I have a Steve Harrington X reader request... U know when eleven gets bitten by the ST3 monster and then that weird thing comes out of the bite on her leg, could u possibly do it so it's the reader who gets bitten and Steve is helping them. I hope this isn't too much to ask for 😊 - @nerdy-collector-festival Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings: STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 SPOILERS! Profanity, descriptions of blood and gore. A/n: I reblog all gifs I use under #gif.

“Y/n? Y/n — hey hey hey hey hey—!” Steve grabs you when you try to walk away. You don’t get far but regardless you keep trying, even when his arms. You’re burning up yet feel so cold, and his warmth does nothing to help you feel good. You can’t even think of his comfort or why he’d be worried, you just try to get out and on your own. But that quickly your energy is all gone and you’re still, limp against him.

“Y/n, what’s…?”

That look he first thought to be scorn on your face for all the things Dustin described the two of them doing…with a deeper look, Steve realizes it’s much more pitiful. You’re in pain.

He looks over his shoulder where your eyes are crossed over, looks at El and Mike in a loose grasp, Jonathan hugging his brother Will tight, even Lucas and Erica bickering admits his reunion with Dustin, but he can’t help but give his little sister a faint hug no matter how hard she pretends to be disgusted by it.

It’s all so sweet. And you huff, forcing a smile. But as your eyes go back over one person to the next, you can feel a terrible throbbing and hear a sickening buzz inside of your head. You gently push away from Steve, just a step or two, breathing quicker than your lungs can keep up with as the world starts spinning and this pain in your leg — in everything — gets worse and worse and—

He just took his eyes off for a second or two. For you, it was much longer than that. A second out of his arms and you collapse onto the floor.

“Y/n?!” He yelps, attempting to lung forward and catch you. He barely saves your head from meeting the hard ground, but his grip begins to slip and he yells “Guys?!” As he lowers you completely and comes to kneel around your head.

He leans forward, dropping both knees to the sides of your head to make it easier for him to get in your face.

“Y/n? Y/n?!” He shouts while shaking you.

And then you begin to stir and he reels back relieved, chuckling madly. Until you begin to groan and that strange uncomfortable smile you had from before makes much more sense as you violently kick your leg forward and grab onto him.

Steve looks on slightly clueless and with his jaw slack as Jonathan thinks to hold your leg still and peel off the bandages that were applied earlier.

Back then it was just a cut.

A collective groan at the entity that’s embedded itself into your flesh.

“What is that?” Erica scoffs while Dustin gags into his fist.

Then Steve knows what’s up. He hugs around your shoulders and neck, pulling your upper half into his lap as though he can somehow drag you away from your own, hostile leg. He keeps his hands on your cheeks as best as he can despite the painful twisting of his wrist, and dips his head to keep his lips against your forehead.

He presses rapid kisses and does you the favor of wiping beads of sweat from your skin as your chest rises taller and taller faster and faster.

Mike is by your side, holding his hands on the floor right by our stomach. “There’s something in there.” He says in a hurried breath and gesture for El to come over, but she’s stuck staring at your leg in disbelief as whatever is in there begins to writhe, the swollen flesh no longer just pulsing.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin mutters. He looks at Steve and tries getting into a position where he’ll even bother to look at him.

“Uh k-keep her talking.” Jonathan is up off the ground, his only moment of hesitation being when he sees Steve’s complacency. He’s hugging you, comforting you, but getting comfort from you. Before he leaves he kneels by Steve to get in his face. “Keep her awake, okay?” He nods along witH Steve, only able to hope that he’s listening.

And then he’s up and gone, running from the group and gathering any tool and utensil he can at nearest food stand in the court.

When he comes back around he drops to his knees with a damn butcher’s knife in hand and Steve wonders if he’s lost his mind.

“J-Jonathan? Jonathan?!” Steve holds his hand out to try and stop him but Jonathan looks at you. You squirm in pain but ultimately nod, giving him the go ahead. Then you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation and Steve feels your nails begins to dig into him.

“No no no no no! Jonathan what are you doin—AH!” He hisses as Jonathan pushes the knife into your wound. That’s when you hold your tongue and dig your nails into Steve’s flesh even deeper. “Jonathan STOP you’re hurting her!”

Jonathan holds his hand out to the wound, bloody and full of pus. His voice is raspy and seems to hurt when he raises it so high but Steve can’t deny that the urgency in his words is justified. “I have to! I have to get it out!”

You grit your teeth and nod as best as you can.

Steve reluctantly leans down again and presses a kiss to your forehead. He stays with his lips against your skin and takes one of your hands away from your face so he can hold it down by your stomach where it’s a more natural position for you. Your squeeze alone hurts like a bitch.

“We’re gonna get it out. It’s gonna be okay, okay Y/n?” He coos.

Then Jonathan pushes his fingers in and you start screaming instead of letting out those organized grunts you managed you hide your pain behind previously.

Steve starts to backtrack on his thought process, really unsure if there’s any way to help you.

God, he doesn’t know how to help you.

He watches with tears brimming his eyes before he forces them shut, letting you squeeze his hand tighter and tighter. The way he stretches so you can hold his hand lifts your head up just enough to also watch as Jonathan struggles with the little devil inside your leg.

“Jonathan hurry up!” Looking to Steve Jonathan can see his brows low and thick, his whole face heavy with anger. He sees Steve’s uneven breath as he tries to steady them for you, to make you feel comfortable in his lap despite the circumstances.

And then you choke out “St—OP! ST—“ your voice getting lost halfway. “STOP!” You shout desperately with strain.

But Jonathan keeps going. He understands your pain but he just needs to get the damned thing out of your leg.

Steve leans forward and tries his best to flick at him. “Jonathan! She said stop!”

He does again. But before he can start up for what he considers the grater good, El nudges him.

She looks at you, she looks at Steve, she looks at Jonathan and Mike too. She gets the nod from you and Mike and Jonathan but Steve just stares in disbelief.

Then you’re pouting and whimpering and whining up at him. He sees your lips trembling as the discomfort of the situation still gives you an uncontrollable smile.

Steve nods.

And Eleven focuses herself.

And you scream louder and louder.

It hurts her to go so far, without the doubt the worst pain you’ve ever had the misfortune to feel. And damn if the Russians can’t hear you right now.

Everybody’s screaming with you. Either to cheer you on, cheer Eleven on, or out of disgust when she gets just the tail-end of the create out before it slithers back into the cavity its made. When you get a look at the damn thing you scream even louder out of fear this time knowing it’s something so, so disgusting.

Focusing her brows, the veins on her head popping out, Eleven stretches her fingers as far out as she can muster before ripping the sucker from your leg with a gush of blood coming out where it blocked and attached to your blood flow. The glass of the store behind you completely shatters as she screams, and without a thought, she throws it a good distance, absolutely heated. It lands with a weak plop as it hits the linoleum, and she gets on her knees to hold your feet and coo while you finally get a chance to breathe.

You swear you almost have a heart attack when there’s a loud thump in the direction where she threw it. You all look back…and there’s Hopper having killed the thing under his boot.

You’re mildly relieved.

But there’s still blood. Lots of blood.

Steve was biting on his thumb the whole time in between kissing your temples. He’s relieved too and lets out a shaky laugh. It’s soft and only between you two, so you laugh too from relief that the damn thing is gone.

Jonathan gets back up on his feet and is hesitant to either keep the job going (after all you’re bleeding out) or stop for his mother’s sake.

He stares her in the eyes as she approaches, and holds a hand out. “Bandages,” he says. “We need more bandages.”

Max goes “Oh!” And remembers the little box she smuggled out of the store and stored into her pocket. Jonathan does his best to put pressure on the wound with some of the dish towels he picked up but no way is he letting cloths soaked in the grease and sweat off fry cook’s hands wrap around your leg for God knows how long.

He mutters “Sorry Y/n,” right as he does it but it’s nothing compared to that.

Max fumbles, getting out the tightly rolled bandages from the package. It’s only as thick as her two thumbs and she worries it won’t be enough, but when you grab onto her hand before she stands back up, she feels comfortable with her contribution. You smile at her and squeeze her knuckles before letting her go.

“Uhm, rubbing alcohol? Wherever you got the bandages—did you get rubbing alcohol?”

“Yup!” Lucas slips off his bag and drops it on his knee beside you. Your eyes are not focusing and your whole demeanor is quite loopy, so you giggle when Lucas winks and smiles at you before whipping out the bottle he smuggled. He figured you’ve been at this long enough to have known you would all potentially be needing multiple trips to the supermarket.

Jonathan unrolls the bandage but is stuck. He stutters, “Uh-I uh—“

Then Steve sighs and starts to get up. “Give it. You go find clean towels.” Jonathan nods and tosses it to Steve. He barely catches it but pushes it against his palm to keep it safe. “You,” he nods at Mike, then down at you and while he gets up Mike comes around to where he once sat so he can keep your head cushioned.

Steve kneels down by your feet. When his eyes meet yours his flicker away immediately. But you’re smiling and he can’t help smiling too. He knows you don’t mind it, but he feels like an ass in this instance.

He props up your leg and pulls at the bandage to figure out which way it needs to go. It’s one of the ones with a sticky portion at the end to hold it all together and not the kind that you tuck. Lucas hands him the rubbing alcohol just as Jonathan jogs back with a towel. You can see him sniff it softly to make sure it’s actually clean and not reeking of more grease.

“Thank you,” Steve mumbles. He tries avoiding your eyes again but can’t and says “Sorry about this,” as he pours the rubbing alcohol over the bunched up towel. He holds it over your leg so of course it stings when some of it goes right through. Still, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve just been through.

“Sorry,” he says again as he puts the soaked towel to your injury with purpose.

Now that hurts like a bitch.

And apparently, your hands do too.

“Ow ow ouch ouch,” Mike seethes. Max slaps him on the arm and he yells “Sorry!” Before Hopper comes around. He nudges his leg with his foot and nods his head for Mike to go anywhere else. Hopper kneels and Mike gives him reign over your comfort, your head resting in his lap instead.

He immediately gives his hand and you squeeze as soon as you get it. Steve doesn’t miss a spot. He basically cleans your whole leg before he’s comfortable enough to bandage it up.

“You doin’ okay Y/n?” Steve asks.

You force a smile. “Never better.”

His high school and sports days have suited him for knowing how to tie a good bandage.

He finishes up and despite the sticky assistance at the end of the roll, he also remembers to tuck the end down under the rest of it to keep it extra secure.

Steve and the others get up, with Steve leaning forward and holding both hands to you to help. You grab onto him and Hopper helps even more when he stands. You stumble forward into Steve’s arms and he holds your head against his chest while whispering in your ear.

“We’re never doing this again,” he chuckles.

“Ugh.” He kisses your forehead. “I hope the hell not.”

Things go quiet and it’s like you can hear the ticking of a watch. Maybe it’s a clock somewhere overhead. With the tick, tick, tick making your head ache, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around Steve knowing his presence alone can make it better.

Then Hopper clears his throat and popping an eye open, you realize that tick tick ticking sound is him tapping his foot on the ground.

“Oh yeah…” Steve mutters. “Looks like the gang’s got some explaining to do.”

You roll your eyes and can only assume everybody else does too.

Hopper smiles. “Sure do.”

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Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: Red Lace and Roses

Intro: It’s Valentine’s day...Steve is in a panic about what to do until Katie lays down the rules because, well, it’s all a load of crap really, isn't it??

Warnings: Bad language! Smut (NSFW- no really...) NO UNDER 18s!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: So this takes place Valentines Day 2014- Their first one as a couple. I wasn’t gonna post a specific One Shot as I’ve another Chapter of SSM to work on but this kind of came to me and well, here you go! Have a good one!! Enjoy, and PLZ Reblog if you like!

Something was bothering Steve. Katie could tell. He'd been a little, well, off all evening since he had arrived at her apartment. And if she hadn't already realised, the fact he was now sat at the table pushing his food around on his plate was a dead giveaway.

"Ok." Katie said, placing her cutlery down "Baby, what's the matter?" He didn't even try to deny it. He knew he was busted. Wiping his hand over his face he looked at her and gave her a small smile.

"That obvious?" "To me yeah." She smiled "Bad day?" "No, not as such..." he bit his lip before he looked at her "Baby I screwed up" "What do you mean?" she frowned "It’s Valentine's Day in a week and I forgot so I haven't booked anywhere. I've tried a few places but they're all full and..." Steve trailed off as Katie looked at him, her head cocking to one side and he let out a sigh. He'd never had a girlfriend before to be bothered about the day. And now he did, it had slipped his mind until before when he had overheard someone in the queue for a coffee talking about what he had planned. A romantic meal, a diamond bracelet... it had sent the Captain into a spiral. An expensive gift he could do but a meal or a trip...it was too late. Katie watched him as he scratched at the collar of his white T-shirt which sat underneath his blue plaid button up. He looked utterly perplexed and then, she couldn’t help it any more. A laugh burst from her mouth and he frowned at her. "What's so funny?" "You. You're adorable." She chuckled, pushing her chair back as she stood up "Look Valentines Day is all commercialised bullshit Steve." She said softly as she walked round the table to where he was sat and and gently wrapped her arms round him from behind. "You know, you make me feel loved every day, I don’t need some cheesy over the top gesture or a fancy gift baby. I mean I'll never say no to diamonds but...save em for my birthday huh?" He laughed and rubbed his hands across her arms as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I know its just well it's our first one and..." he shrugged. "You're a romantic idiot yeah I know." She said, moving so she could perch on his lap. She looked at him and then an idea popped into her head. "Ok so as it's our first let's start our own tradition." She looked at him " $20 limit for a little present and the card has to be fun..." "Define fun..." he mused, arching an eyebrow. "A little off the wall... quirky...no romantic bullshit" she clarified "And we'll get a take out, beer and snuggle." Steve smiled, he had to admit that sounded pretty good. "Alright." He smiled, "our own tradition starts here!" She grinned and gave him a soft kiss "Love you, you big idiot"

***** Thanks to the internet (so helpful) Steve was feeling pretty pleased with his card and gift. So on the morning of Valentines Day he placed the small box and card on the table and set a pot of coffee on to brew whilst Katie was in the shower. "Happy Commercial bullshit day..." she grinned at him when she walked into his kitchen, a gift bag in her hand. He chuckled and bent down to give her a soft kiss. "Back at ya doll." She handed him the bag and he gestured to where her present was and they both sat down. "Together?" Katie asked and he nodded. Steve opened the gift bag Katie had given him and reached inside, pulling out a cushion that was decorated in different coloured squares. The words "10 things I Love About You" were printed across the top and each coloured square contained something different and he felt the smile ok his face growing wider as he read the words.

Your eyes. They way we can talk for hours and never run out if things to say. Your bear hugs that make everything. Your Ass. Netflix and chill. How you make me feel simply by looking at me. Your smile. Nose kisses. The laughter. The fact you're just a kid from Brooklyn. "Honey..." he looked at her and she glanced up from where she had been examining her gift with a soft smile "this is awesome!" He held up the cushion and she smiled. "So is this..." she grinned, holding up her gift. It was a Keyring. Silver Metal with a 3D rectangle just over an inch long, engraved with letters and numbers. And the minute she had realised they were coordinates, she knew they could really only be for one place. "The boxing gym." she smiled, it was more a statement than a question. He nodded, blushing slightly " Check the other side." She did and let out an laugh as she read the words out loud "trouble sleeping?" The first place they had met, and the first words either of them had spoken to one another. He grinned and she beamed at him "Steve,I love it!!" Placing it down she picked up her card and opened that, giving another loud splitter of a giggle. It was plain quite with red writing in the front that read "You suck less than most people" “Good to know” she laughed. So is this... Steve said, arching an eyebrow at hers to him. It was a gold card with black writing on the front that read "I love you for your personality, your charisma and your good looks...but that dick sure is a bonus" They looked at one another before they both burst out laughing and Steve had to admit, their little tradition was one he knew he was going to enjoy going forward. **** Katie finished her call to the team in DC and leant back in her chair, mulling over the proposal her editor had tabled. Before she had much chance to think about it, the buzzer to her apartment went and she picked up the phone. "I have a delivery for Miss Stark?" "Ok thanks...I'll be down in a sec." She said, pushing the button to let him in the building. She made her way down in the elevator and rolled her eyes with a soft smile as she saw what it was. A dozen red roses. She signed for them and took the card. "At least let me have one stupid, romantic bullshit moment" it read "love you baby girl" As she placed them in a vase she had a sudden idea, and with a grin she grabbed her keys and headed out. Steve was feeling pretty smug with himself. Katie had messaged him earlier thanking him for the roses. Yup, he was pleased he had managed to surprise her, even if it wasn't much. He was also looking forward to the evening too. First he had a session with Rumlow about a potential new drill for the new recruits. Just as they were about to run through it in the Training Room, his phone went again. He looked down at the message, and seeing it was from Katie he expecting it to be a question about what takeout he fancied. Instead, when he opened it, the photo that he saw instantly made his mouth go dry and his pants grow tighter round the crotch area.

There were no words with the photo, not that it needed any.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“You alright Cap?” Rumlow looked at him. He swallowed and put the phone back in his pocket and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, fine...sorry, where were we?”

***** Katie heard the elevator door open and with a smirk she walked out of the bedroom, sweats and a T-shirt covering the Lingerie she had sent him a photo of before. She stopped in the lounge area as he looked at her, arms folded, face dark.

“I suppose you think sending me that photo was clever.” he said, his voice low.

Well damned...Cap was coming out to play.

Biting her lip she shrugged “Yeah, actually...” “Well it wasn’t.” he said, “I was with Rumlow.” “Oh, did he like the view?” she smirked. His eyes flashed dangerously as he took a step towards her “That’s really not funny.” “No?” she asked coyly

“No...” he said, stopping in front of her, his hands gripping her hips. “know what else isn’t funny?” “Enlighten me...” she said, looking up at him from under her lids.

“Me getting my ass handed to me in training because I’m distracted.” he said, his grip growing tighter as he pulled her to him, harshly, her body flush to his and she could feel him hard through his jeans. “It’s dangerous. I need to be focussed.” “Well you really should learn to avoid distractions...” she said, her hands smoothing up his chest. He grabbed her wrists and looked down at her.

“And you should learn how to behave.” “That so?” “Yes.” “And you’re gonna teach me?” “Someone needs to...” he said, before his lips crashed onto hers, hungrily. He let go of her wrists and his hands moved to her hips, sliding up her sides underneath her top and as his fingers brushed the lace underneath he let out a little groan before he stepped back and raising an eyebrow.

“Strip.” he looked at her, folding his arms.

Ok, so this was new...

With a slight smirk she stepped back, pulling the T-shirt over her head leaving her in the bralette before she locked eyes with him and slid her fingers into the top of her sweats, sliding them down over her legs, stepping out of them. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around, so she did, biting her lip as she did so.

“Does it meet with your approval Captain?” she asked coyly and he gave a smirk.

“Very much so...” he nodded “But you’re not getting away with it that easily.”

He reached out for her again, this time his hands sliding down to cup her ass as he hauled her up, his fingers tangling in the lace of the briefs she was wearing as she hooked her legs round his middle. He strode into the bedroom, depositing her on the soft bed and crawled over the top of her, gripping her chin in his thumb and forefinger. He looked at her for a second, before he kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers easily and she let out a soft groan. But then he pulled back and she pouted slightly at the loss of contact.

Steve bit back the laugh that was threatening to bubble from his throat at the look on his face. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and looked at her “Stop being an impatient brat.” he instructed before he sat up, and unbuckled his belt. He hesitate for a second, this was unchartered territory for him now. Before he had chance to chicken out he gently took her hands and placed them above her head, looping the belt around the slats in her headboard, then around both her wrists. Katie watched his face intently as he avoided looking at her, a faint pink flush evident on his cheeks as he concentrated on securing her hands in place. When he was satisfied with his work, he looked down at her, and the stern expression on his face faltered for a moment.

“That ok?” he asked, slipping from Captain to Steve and she had to smile at the concern on his face. She gave him a soft nod.

“Yeah...”

He took a deep breath and then grinned as his nose nudged her jaw up so he could nip at her neck. She gave a soft sigh as his mouth trailed hot kisses up and down her throat before he moved across her collar bone and down to the swell of her chest. She gave an involuntary shudder, her wrists pulling slightly against the belt and he stopped, looking up at her.

“Stop moving.” he said, and she looked down at him, arching her eyebrow. When he was satisfied she’d gotten the message he continued, pulling down one side of the bra, his mouth teasing the sensitive skin as her nipple pebbled at his touch. He gently sucked, teeth grazing in the way he knew she liked and she let out a loud moan as his hand slid up underneath the materiel on the other side, fingers working deftly.

“Like that?” he asked, and she gave a low hum in response, and he could tell she was trying desperately to keep still. He gave a sharper nip with his teeth and this time she squirmed under him, her hips bucking up seeking some form of friction.

“I said, stop moving.” he said, and she let out a moan of frustration. “its not nice is it?” he quipped “This is how you’ve made me feel all day.” She moaned again and he chuckled. “Say you’re sorry...”

“Fuck you.” she shot back, looking down at him.

“Such a fucking brat...” he shook his head and turned his attention back to her chest. He upped the ante, sucking, tweaking, biting until she really was groaning underneath him, trembling, her arms pulling against her restraint, and then she felt the white hot pokers of pleasure lancing through the pit of her stomach and she gave a loud cry.

“Shit...Captain...” she bucked underneath him and gave a shudder as she came, the sensation shocking the pair of them as he paused and looked down at her flushed cheeks and she glanced at him, her eyes wide and the flush in her face deepened. He grinned as she shut her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe you just...”

“Made you come by playing with your tits?” he offered, his lips moving back to her neck and she laughed softly. “Trust me doll that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“No?”

He shook his head “Good to know I can though...” “God Captain America is such an ass hole.” she mumbled and he gave a low growl, nipping at her neck.

“Behave.” he said, his hands sliding down to her briefs and he shimmied down he bed, removing them, leaving her bare underneath him. Standing up he stripped off his clothes and knelt back on the bed, taking her right leg in his hands. He kissed at her ankle and then trailed his lips up her soft skin, nipping at the inside of her thigh causing her to whimper again as his mouth continued, giving one long lick over her slit and she arched her back again as he grinned, his mouth continuing up her body.

His lips crashed onto hers as he slid into her easily causing her to gasp as he bottomed out, his hands either side of her had as he supported himself.

“You came without me telling you that you could...” he said, pulling back and thrusting deeply in as she threw her head back on the pillow biting her lip. Another thrust and she groaned loudly, and again, and again.

“Sorry...” she muttered, her voice cracking “I’m sorry Captain...” “Yeah?” he asked, another thrust, his pace torturously slow

“Yeah...” she nodded

“Sorry for being a cock tease?” She nodded giving a loud cry as he pushed into her hard again, his hips picking up the pace slightly.

“Say it...” he said, and she swallowed thickly as his hand moved and gripped her jaw.

“Sorry for being a cock tease Captain…” she said and he gave a low groan and moved slightly faster, almost involuntarily, he was losing his self control slightly now

“Good girl...” he said, his thrusts becoming faster. She keened underneath him, her hands pulling against the belt which held in in place.

“Wanna touch you...” she moaned, “Please Captain...” “Seeing as you asked nicely...” he mumbled, pausing slightly to reach up and unbuckle the belt. He freed her arms and she slid them round his back, her hands gently skating the muscles and he gave a soft groan at her touch as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to kiss her.

“God I love you...” he said softly, his voice now completely devoid of any of the Captain authority it had held moments before. Steve was back and she grinned into his mouth.

“Love you too Stevie...” she said and he gave a low groan as he picked up the pace again, reaching down to hook her leg over his hip. He drove in and out, digging at that spot inside of her with his cock over and over until she gave another gasp and bucked her hips up towards him.

“Come on baby...” he encouraged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. “I got you...” “Stevie, fuck...” she gave a loud cry and tensed around him, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open as she groaned and he felt her leg tense over his hip. The feel of her tightening around him was enough to tip him over the edge and as his hips snapped forward he gave a loud groan of his own, falling forwards, burying his head into her neck as he thrust through both their orgasms before stuttering to a stop with a soft sigh.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, Katie’s hands running through his hair before he pushed himself up and looked at her, his nose brushing against hers.

“Fuck...” was all he could bring himself to say as he caught his voice and she gave a giggle.

“That was amazing.” she said softly. He hummed and pressed his forehead to hers smirking slightly. He was always slightly smug at how he could undo her in such a way, but he’d never tried anything like that with her before. Their sex life wasn’t boring, far from it, and he had on more than one occasion thrown her around the room a little, but neither of them had really broached the subject of restraints. Steve had enjoyed it, and so had she. That was clear to see. Turns out Captain America, the control freak, had a submission kink.

Who knew?

“Cap says you’re welcome.” he chuckled and she gave a laugh as he propped himself up with one arm and reached with the other to gently take hold of her hand. He pulled it round to the front and glanced at her wrist. It as slightly red but nothing that would mark. He placed a soft kiss over her wrist and she smiled at him, cupping his cheek in her palm.

“I’ll have to send you naughty pics more often.” she teased and he gave a loud groan.

“Seriously, I’ve had a semi hard on all afternoon. I was half tempted to go and jack off in the changing rooms.”

“So you don’t want me to send you anymore?” she asked, biting her lip.

He looked at her, with a grin. Who was he kidding?

“I didn’t say that...” he dropped a kiss to her lips before he grinned a her “Happy Commercial Bullshit day Baby girl.”

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