#what if drew was bleeding from his head would that be fucked up or what

[m-rningdew]

BLOOD UNDER CUT !!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

The danganronpa blood was just for fun I don't actually play that game lawl

#'whats the context for this' #what if drew was bleeding from his head would that be fucked up or what #tmf #tmf drew #the music freaks #tmf fanart #bye i forgot this was tumblr so you can actuallt add spaced tags #the music freaks drew #what fucking else is there idk im just posting this #WAU #WAIT #blood #tw blood

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Female Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Male Reader - Someone nice, somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

.<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Female!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when you said you’d never actually orgasmed before, everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Nerves can make holes dry like nothin’ else. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally came into contact between your legs. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and a down your pussy.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with sleeping with women, it was just usually for money or a shoot. Not his preferred flavor, but he could still get it up. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed passed your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight entrance of your cunt and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your self grip his finger, nervousness slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your clit. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your lap warm with the rush of blood.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “Not everyone needs it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“Three fingers means I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube. His long digits were fast and practiced as he rubbed your clit. “Sex math. Dont need your virgin pussy locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his fingers made your body spasm, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering walls made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Yeah, it’s starting to feel good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive bud of nerves.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“Like that? Watch this,” He cupped his mouth over your clit and began strumming it with his tongue. Fat and flat, then thin and sharp. His fingers slowed, now just bending to hit your soft g-spot again and again. 

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Feelin’ good?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I want to feel more, Angel.” It came out as more of a whine than you meant.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your entrance, fingers dipping in then out.

“You comfortable with getting on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto pussy, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, the tight coil of pleasure his mouth summoned now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your folds, swiping past your entrance. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into your walls. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, a rush of pleasure electrifying your clit.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Right there,” you whimpered, “please don’t stop, right there Angel.” You dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel a pressure building in your lower stomach. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to press at your clit, finger frantically moving. You felt something building, you were desperate to reach its climax.

Angel’s hand came down and pushed yours aside, his fingers strong and not shaking with your impending orgasm. 

“Almost- Angel pleeeease! Don’t stop- keep—” You squeezed his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowing only slightly.

"You can do it, baby. Come on. Almost there~" His words fell apart in his mouth, his own moans getting louder, your cunt tightening in spasms as your first orgasm tore through you. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation, barely ever chosen as the one doing the fucking, let alone fucking a woman. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, orgasm still rolling from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, “More than anything.” He side eyed you, “Well, not anything.”

“Right answer, toots,”  One of his hands came down and settled on your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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[rottenaero]

Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

-

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

-

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

[sweetiecutie]

🖤Fuck or Die part 2🖤

Part 1

Pairing: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, mdni, smut, non con so rape, violence, obsession, drugging, face-slapping and nose bleeding, choking, kidnapping, mention of murder. If you feel triggered by any of these warnings - just scroll past!

A/n: this took me way longer than I expected but yay, I finally wrote the second part!!! Also absolutely not me incorporating a quote from the movie bc I think it’s impossibly hot🤭

Reading part 1 is recommended for understanding the plot

Your life will never be the same. That damned evening changed you, everything around you, splitting your life into before and after.

Your memories of next few days after the murder were a sheer blur of events and conversations - numerous interrogations with police officers and detectives, psychologists trying to soothe you out of your stupor still, your mother crying her eyes out at the sight of you right after police arrived at the place of Paul’s death. And, of course, nasty journalists trailing behind you, watching your every move, invading your personal space unapologetically.

Of course, you were quite a catch - the first and only one who ever survived a meeting with König. Everyone wanted to know what he looked like - any particular details, scars or tattoos, a fucking skin colour - anything you could remember would be of huge use, giving at least any clues to a dead unmoving case. But there was very little you could help with - König took great care of covering every centimetre of his skin in black clothing, his voice changed, he smelled of nothing but earth and sickening metal of your boyfriend’s blood. Bastard was even smart enough to not cum inside nor anywhere actually, so that police couldn’t get his DNA samples.

A few months had passed since that horrific attack and there were still no traces of König.

It was midday when your parents had to leave to attend your grandma’s birthday - your mother was reluctant, not wanting to leave you all alone. You were never alone actually - a few police cars always patrolled right outside of your house, not allowing even postmen to get too close to your family’s property. It took a lot of reassuring and encouragement from your side to get your mother off your back, convincing her that you’ll be just fine by yourself and that you want your parents to have some fun. She then gave up with a deep sight, promising to be back in only a few hour’s matter.

You heaved a heavy sigh, closing and locking the front door after waving your parents goodbye, heading to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. A pile of dirty dishes stacked in a sink caught your eye, the sight of its ugly mess on otherwise clean and tidy kitchen caused an itch somewhere deep in your brain. Without second thought you rolled up your sleeves, pouring dish soap onto the sponge and foaming it up.

As you were halfway through the dishes loud trilling of your landline phone calling startled you, causing you to jump on your spot. Your head whipped around, looking into direction from which the sound came. Wiping your wet hands on the kitchen towel you grabbed the phone, tucking it in between your ear and shoulder after accepting the incoming call.

- Hello? - you said, coming back to the sink, swiping foamy sponge over another plate, cleaning it of any grease and leftover bits of food.

- Hello! Um, can I speak to Paul? - your movements halted abruptly. You stood there silently for a long while, muscles stiff and unmoving, eyes staring blankly at some invisible point in the space before you.

- Excuse me, are you still here? Do I have the wrong number? - the man on the other end of the line said, his voice sounding concerned. It seemed to bring you out of your stupor as you drew in a long breath, exhaling noisily.

- Um, can I ask you how you got this number? - you said, already sensing something weird about this whole situation. But cops were all around your place, there was nothing to be worried about, right?

- Paul gave it to me himself. Said to call here if I needed to reach out to him, - man explained. That was strange but not unexplainable - Paul often hang out at your house, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew your home phone number better than his own. - So am I calling right?

- Oh, yeah, sorry it’s just… Paul’s dead, - you said, teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek, sweet metallic taste coating your buds, but you couldn’t care less, nibbling deeper into small wound, feeling of slight pain grounding you successfully.

- Oh god, what happened? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. But who am I speaking to then? - the man said, his voice now sounding genuine and apologetic. Everyone around Y/n suddenly sounded genuinely and apologetic. She heaved another sigh, resuming her scrubbing on the plates.

- He was murdered. And I’m his girlfriend, - you said in a calm tone, free of any emotion or feeling. Paul’s death was pretty much the only thing you talked about with others - police, detectives, police again, his parents and friends, your parents and friends. It seemed like such a sensitive topic turned into a rough callous way too quickly. - Well, I was his girlfriend, - Y/n mumbled after a short pause, faint clatter of porcelain audible in the background.

- Sorry about your boyfriend, - man on the line said. There was a brief moment before he added: - all those muscles didn’t help much, did they?

You froze. Silence settled in, interrupted only by occasional electric noise humming through the speaker. You heard your own pulse humping rapidly in your ears, your breathing fast and shallow, all muscles in your body tensing in alarm, straightening your back. Your eyes shoot up, looking out of the window above the sink. There were a few trees growing shallowly - barely an orchard - separating your house from your neighbours. No one was there.

- What’s that, sweet girl? You can’t see me? - a voice taunted, erupting herds of goosebumps running down your spine. - What a shame, I can see you clear as day.

- Neighbourhood is packed full with cops, you sick son of a bitch. If you only fucking dare coming anywhere close to my ho-

- Now-now, Y/n, - slasher interrupted you unapologetically, his voice hard and cold, causing thin hairs on your arms to rise. - Control your fucking language when you speak to me.

Your eyes dropped down onto the sink, fluffy dish soap foam was sparkling, playing with all the rainbow colors under the sun rays pouring in through the window. You clasped the phone in your non dominant hand, your dominant one reaching out and grabbing a kitchen knife from the drying rack, handle still wet and a bit slippery in your grasp.

- My, my, a dangerous thing that you’re holding. Be careful and don’t cut yourself, dearie, - König taunted, making your teeth clench. All blood drained out of your face, making you as pale as paper. Your eyes were fixated upon your window, peering into the orchard, desperately trying to spot any movement.

- What are you planning on doing? Everyone will hear if I scream. And cops will get your ass into prison, right where it belongs, - you spat out, pushing off the counter; your eyes ran all around the kitchen, looking for your cell phone with detective’s number saved, trying to keep the current call going so it’ll be possible to track it down.

- Oh will they? Then you better not scream, silly, - König snorted, making your blood boil. You were frightened still, terrified even; but the remorse of what he did to you, to Paul, was fuelling into your spite, making you a tad bit braver.

Failing to find your phone you entered the living room, rummaging through cushions and blankets piled on the couch, failing to find the stupid thing.

- Looks like you lost something. What’s up sweetheart? - you threw soft cushion back on the couch violently, huffing in annoyance upon not finding what you were looking for. You straightened and turned around to head to your bedroom, stoping in the middle of your tracks, freezing to the spot.

In the doorway leading to the hall stood König - dressed in all black, with heavy leather boots and his huge dagger strapped firmly to his thigh with a sheath, white scream mask staring right back at you. One large hand was pressing the phone to his ear, the other one was holding up your cellphone - the exact one you were looking for.

- You looking for this? - he asked, his own voice reverberating on the line because of your proximity.

You threw the phone to the side clutching onto the knife tightly. You dashed to the kitchen - there was a back door you could slip through - and outside was filled with neighbours and cops. Just pathetic six or so meters. Just a bit…

A scream tearing through your throat was muffled by a huge hand clamping against your mouth, the other one squeezing your wrist so tightly that for a fleeting moment you thought your bones were snapped, causing your grip on the knife to loosen, it falling down on the floor with loud clatter. König kicked the knife away across the kitchen, folding your arm back which caused your back to arch in pain - it felt as if he wanted to tear your limb from the rest of your body.

- Where do you think you’re going, Y/n? - König growled next to your ear, picking you up effortlessly and dragging your kicking form back to the living room.

Hauling you onto the floor König hooked one meaty thigh over your squirming body, putting bigger part on his weight down onto you, momentarily halting all of your struggle. One huge hand took ahold of both your wrists, pinning them to the floor above your head with frightening ease, his other hand was clasping your mouth still. He crouched down, scream mask was mere fifteen centimetres afar from your face as he seethed:

- Now you shut the fuck up and listen closely to what I have to say, and no one will get hurt, you get that? - he said, waiting until you gave him any sing of agreement. But you offered none. - You get that?! - König growled impatiently, bumping your head against the hardwood floor, causing black spots dance in the corners of your eyes for a long minute. You gave a weak nod, feeling hot tears running down your temples, getting lost among your hair.

- I’ve been thinking about you. A lot, - König sighed, hand that was on your face squished your cheeks together painfully, making your lips pucker out. - About this gorgeous mouth and pretty lips…

König crouched down, barely leaving a few centimetres between your faces.

- A this tight little cunt of yours. Remember how you clenched around me? How good my cock was filling you up?

- What do you want from me? - you weeped quietly, voice barely audible, broken by faint sobs and hiccups.

- Very little, dove. Just be an obedient girl and do as you’re told and no one will get hurt, - König tutted, taking in the sight of your crying face. Gosh, he was a sick fuck - his cock was already getting painfully hard, straining against his pants.

Letting go of your face König reached behind his back, withdrawing something from the rear pocket of his jeans. Just as you opened your mouth to cry out for help he shoved that thing inside of your cavity, slapping a hand over your lips so you won’t spit it out. The thing momentarily dissolved on your tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste; you tried to struggle against killer’s strong hold, thrashing violently, but it led you nowhere.

Suddenly you felt hot - as if you had a really bad fever. Your mind clouding up rapidly, thoughts muddling, muscles becoming weaker by the second. You huffed out in frustration; moving your limbs a few centimetres seemed like impossible labour. World was spinning around you, blurring sharp and distinguishable features of König’s mask into a white haze.

König let go of your face once again, his now free hand slid down your body, cupping your sex through numerous layers of clothing separating you two. Sudden pleasure surged through your weakened body upon the contact; a loud moan that rolled off your tongue startled you - and suddenly you realised just how aroused you felt.

- Jeez, that dude didn’t lie about this shit, - König laughed out excitedly, watching your eyes widen in terror. You could barely move by now, not speaking of trying to fight off a man twice your size. His size. In a blur of all events, words and pain you never came back to just how fucking huge he was. You never mentioned that in any of your interrogations. How fucking stupid, huh?

Killer let go of your wrists cautiously, watching you closely - you rose your hands, resting your palms on his chest and pushing with all the might you had left, but it wasn’t enough to even push a cat off the chair - so that was the limit of your strength in this state?

König barked out another laugh - he was going to have so much fun with you! His hand never stopped massaging your crotch, noting a small wet patch forming on your shorts - you were soaked through your panties and now soaking your shorts? Gosh, he better buy a few dozens of these aids. Psycho’s eyes shot up to your face upon hearing a sob - tears ran down your eyes like small diamonds, turning your eyelids a pretty shade of red. König shifted forth so that his mask was almost touching your nose:

- Oh baby, I’ll be much gentler with you this time, I promise, - König cooed, pressing cold plastic of his mask against your flushed wet cheek, as if giving you a comforting peck.

Slasher shifted a bit, changing his position from sitting on your thighs to being in between them, yanking you towards him by your knees. He did quick job of taking your shorts and underwear off in few fluid moves, impatiently discarding them somewhere to the side. König felt his heavy cock twitch inside his jeans at the sight of your puffy cunny, all shiny from slick that practically oozed out of your fluttering hole. He swallowed hard, saliva was practically pooling in his mouth, having to restrain himself from tearing his mask off and devouring your cunt, exposing his face too early. You whined out something unintelligible, still trying to pry his fingers off one of your knees.

Your skin felt hot even through thick fabric of his gloves, so when König took one off and plunged two of his thick fingers inside of your tight hole he was surprised at how hot it was inside of you - one of the drug’s effects, he guessed. You couldn’t help but mewl at the pleasant feeling, your brain barely functioning, controlling yourself was beyond hard.

- That’s it, sweetness. Lemme hear all the pretty sounds you make, - König encouraged, plunging his fingers in and out of you, increasing the pace. Rough thumb coming to circle your slicked clit, causing your whole body to jolt softly. Scent of your pooling arousal was strong and prominent, seeping even through König’s mask, making him throb in his pants.

He couldn’t wait any longer. König was dreaming about your pussy being spread around his cock since that first night, he needed to be inside or else he’ll lose the remnants of his mind. Slasher slipped his fingers out of you, quickly undoing his pants, sliding them down as much as knife holster on his thigh would allow. Your breathing increased as you tried to close your legs, man’s bulky form making it impossible for you to do so.

- No, no please.. not again, - you begged, tears rushing down your temples, your voice meek and barely audible, so König just ignored it.

Pulling his girthy cock out König pumped it a few times with gloved hand, aligning pink swollen tip with your leaking entrance. It one smooth movement he bottomed out half of his impressive length, your body - flushed and pliant - taking him inside without any resistance. Low groan rumbled through his broad chest; König’s head fell backwards, hands gripping soft fat of your thighs, leaving pale marks of his fingertips on your skin.

You hated every second of it. Hated how his hips collided with yours with every thrust, how you felt him throb and twitch inside of you; hated how his hands wandered up and down your sides, rubbing your waist and palming your tits. And you hated how fucking good it felt. Hated how your body, despite all your attempts to resist, to fight off the effects of the drug, gave into the pleasure.

- That’s it baby. Just take what I give you, - König breathed out, his words slurred with pleasure. - See? See how good it can feel when you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to? Just be a obedient little girl and feel good, I’ll take care of everything else yeah?

It felt as if a ball of bile got stuck in your throat; your face scrunched up in disgust as much as your jelly muscles allowed it:

- Fuck you, - you barely managed to choke out, your tongue struggling to form right sounds.

For a few moments you were sure König didn’t hear you, given the lack of any reaction nor acknowledgement of your words. But the next thing you knew was searing pain in your left cheek, the impact of man’s wide palm with your face jolted your head to the side, sudden change of its position made you felt dizzy. Now world was spinning around you even more so, you felt something warm trickling down your cheek - blood from your nose, you figured. Killer’s fingers roughly gripped your chin, yanking it back so that you were facing him once again.

- You wanna say that again bitch? Come on, I fucking dare you, - he spat out, movements of his hips halting completely, leaving his cock buried deep inside of your rippling warmth.

Your head shifting so harshly once again made you nauseous; you could barely see anything, dark purple circles were dancing all around, changing their shapes and giving way to greens and yellows to flood your vision.

- That’s what I fucking thought, - König gritted out. His hand let go of your chin, coming lower to wrap strong fingers around your neck. His hips started working with even more vigour, forcing his dick in and out of your drugged cunt on the pace that was almost inhuman.

Firm clasp of maniac’s hand around your neck made it nearly impossible to breathe. Both your hands wrapped around his mighty wrist, too weak to actually get him off you. Your vision started to darken rapidly, white noise trilling in your ears, barely allowing any other sounds to filter through.

- From the very moment I laid my eyes on you I fucking owned you. And I own you right now, and forever will. This is my fucking cunt, and I’ll use it whenever I want to. And I need you to fucking. learn. it. - König growled out, emphasising each of his last words with hard deep thrusts of his hips against yours, his cock making your stomach bulge, surely bruising your cervix.

- Oh but I’ll train you. Mould you into my personal cocksleeve, ready to be used whenever I feel like it, - his pace was quickening, thick cotton of his denim pants muffled filthy sounds of his mighty hips snapping against your ass. The grip of strong fingers never eased; König shifted part of his weight onto his hands which were wrapped around your neck, white mask hovering right in front of your face - milky white of it was a harsh contrast to blackness pooling in the corners of your eyes.

With that your conscience started to slip away. You felt your body jolt with every ferocious thrust of man’s hips, his cock buried deep inside of you, bruising your insides with its persistent bullying. Acute lack of oxygen burnt your lungs, and you prayed to all gods that König held your neck a tad bit too long - just enough for you to not wake up the next time. And just before you slipped into heavy delirium, your mushed up brain picked up König’s growl, penetrating through thick noise humming in your ears:

- You’re mine. Forever and ever.

Street was filled with all kinds of noise - sirens from police cars were going off triggering dogs from nearby houses, neighbours were crowding a bit afar, frowning and shaking their heads, everyone having their own theory of what happened. Loud cries of Y/n’s mother shook the air, putting everyone further on the edge. She is such a sweet girl, she’s never done anything bad! Oh god, why is this happening to her of all people?!

Some people were saying that the girl simply snapped, breaking under the pressure of events and finally fleeting the country without telling anyone to not give any clues about her whereabouts to the killer. Some said she just went out to unwind from being constantly watched by police and have some alone time - she’ll show up anytime soon. But everyone knew that it was one of murderer’s deeds - he did something to her. And everyone knew, deep down, that they’ll never see Y/n again - alive, at least.

A young lanky policemen, obviously green and not experienced in his job, was babbling out his report to the superior, all the other cops that were patrolling with him as well stood around silently, too scared to pipe in.

- Sir, I swear we were patrolling the area all this time, there was literally no one but the neighbours, but they were staying at their pro-

- Then you were not doing it well enough! - city commissioner barked out, his mighty vice silencing everyone around for a short moment. His face was red, fuming with rage; nostrils flaring with intensity of his heavy breathing, angry vein popped up on his temple, pulsating in tandem with his rapid heartbeat. His heavy gaze shifted between all the poor officers, their faces pale as chalk.

- You had one fucking job. ONE fucking job - to keep the girl in the sightline - and where is she now, huh? I’m asking you motherfuckers - where is Y/n?! - Mr. Lindner barked out, his heavy voice making everyone jolt. Younger officers stared down on their shoes blankly, not daring to meet eyes with their boss.

- You may consider yourselves lucky if you’ll still have your licences by the end of the week, - commissioner Lindner tsked, spitting onto the ground in remorse. Turning around, he headed to his police issued car, shouldering all those nosy ones who were brave enough to approach him in this state. Getting inside Mr. Lindner closed the door with a loud bang, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway onto the main road.

Commissioner Lindner drove in full silence, blue eyes fixated on the road ahead; it was barely past midnight, but the darkness hung thick all around, being slit by two yellow rays of his car’s headlights. He gripped steering wheel tighter, one hand coming to comb back his grown out hair out of his eyes, a small smile played in the corners of his scarred lips.

Soon he’ll be home - maybe the effects of drugs will wear off by that time and he’ll watch Y/n wake up slowly, those pretty doe eyes of hers gazing up at him drowsily. He will cook her dinner - all of her favourites - and maybe even spoon feed her, if she’ll allow it. Then he’ll bathe her and tuck her in her new bed, locking up the door for the night and watching her sleep through the cameras.

Everything was going as smoothly as ever. No one has accidentally seen him dragging unconscious Y/n out of her house and hauling her into the backseat of his car. No signs of struggle or fight were found - kitchen sink was still half-filled with soapy water and dirty dishes, clean ones drying off on the countertop, a knife with all the fingerprints being drowned among other dirty utensils. Y/n’s parents approved that everything was on its original place - as if the girl just disappeared, dissolved into thin air.

No one suspected a thing. And, of course, no one suspected a respectable city commissioner Lindner with years upon years of experience, a veteran with impeccable reputation, a person no one could speak badly of.

This was the beginning of your new life, life in which everything revolved around König, causing you to cling onto him as if he was some kind of goddess. Life in which you no longer belonged to yourself, but to your abductor. Life in which you finally understood that you don’t need anyone or anything else because you had König, understood that König was your life itself <3

Slasher! König Masterlist

A/n: I apologise for giving König a half assed name, but I thought it’d be really cool for the plot😌

Once again, feedback is highly appreciated! I’m making this a series so feel free to send in your suggestions for more slasher! König content<3

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[trappolia]

YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS ── blade + gn!reader, 918

blade hates the sick bay.

the fact that it’s called a sick bay makes him want to scoff. with the sort of crowd the stellaron hunters are, they hardly get sick. blade isn’t even susceptible to any sort of mortal illnesses or afflictions since that incident, couldn’t even come down with a cold if he tried.

but even then, there is something discomforting about the sterility of it all, the scent of unfamiliarity and something chemical. there’s the anxiety he hasn’t felt since the days of being mortal, stirring an unsettling feeling in his gut that makes blade want to take his sword and swing it, tear down this godforsaken sick bay and whoever else is unfortunate to go down with it.

it’s so unlike him, to be driven to such urges by a mere— a mere sick bay, of all things. but blade cannot deny how much he hates it; this constant reminder that even when cursed by immortality, he is still mortal. his skin is too easy to cut through, he bleeds the colour red, and his heart — this wretched thing that keeps his cursed body alive — still beats.

“with how often you try to slip away from your cot, i’d think you hate me,” you hum mindlessly, drawing him out of his pathetic state of mind.

blade's vermillion eyes glance up at you while you wipe a smaller cut on his palm with disinfectant. he does not grace you with a response, the same way you do not grace him with your gaze as you continue your duties.

it astounds him sometimes, how gentle you are with your hands despite the ferocity you wield them with on the battlefield. rarely does elio ever involve you in his scripts, for a reason only destiny's slave is privy to, and so blade often sees you haunting the hallways of the stellaron hunters' headquarters. you've seemed to have grown fond of lingering by the sick bay, tending to silver wolf's cramping hands while chatting with kafka and sam, with elio occasionally coming in with you to exchange words in hushed whispers. blade only ever comes in when you practically drag him by his ear to have his wounds treated, your scoldings directed at him forgotten the next time he bleeds red.

(is it an act of submission or a defiance? truly, it’s neither. blade doesn't want to put a name to whatever this is, doesn't want to think about it. it’s simple enough, him and you.)

he watches as you bend your head kiss his bandages, once on the left wrist and another on the right. there’s the searing heat of your soft lips on his skin even where the bandages are wrapped tightly over his wounds. the lightest pressure makes the areas where his skin has been cut sting, but some masochistic demon in blade sings when he feels the pain. his expression does not betray his emotions though, as he watches you bring his wrists towards you all while maintaining eye contact.

“not going to say anything?” you ask. blade’s eyes furrow when he sees the beginnings of a smirk playing upon your lips, his mouth opening to snap a retort at you— but all words die in his throat when he watches you tug lightly at the bandages with your fucking teeth, scraping hard enough to be felt, but lightly enough that it’d all remain intact.

it hurts— and blade realises what he feels isn’t the pain of his wounds under his bandages. it’s the heat of his skin, flushing at your touch, his heart racing rapidly under the wrappings on his chest.

“you little shit,” he snarls, his voice strained.

you just laugh, a smile of all teeth and canine, and blade wonders what he must do to face the same aggression your foes meet when you face against them in the battlefield; to have your mouth sink into the flesh of his pulse and devour him raw.

(he's died a million times before, but this time he wonders how it would feel to have you take his life for once. whether the heat of your mouth as it tears his flesh would be better than the cold metal of a spear, whether kissing you is enough to kill him already.

if you consumed his flesh, would he still be able to come back? or would he be finally be laid to rest, festering in your gut like a disease that never goes away? he wonders, and he yearns.)

blade shifts uneasily. you’re not normally this affectionate, this forward and precise. subtle nuances have always been your style, and blade knows this better than anyone else– but he is flushed. embarrassed, mouth parted and pink. he's weak, and he wants to kill you for it, or be killed by you– it doesn't matter anymore, because it's hard to tell where he ends and you begin.

your lips trail down the column of blade's throat, ghosting over his collarbones before you return to the bandages on his wrist, once, twice. your eyes meet his through your lashes, and something in blade whispers to him:

oh.

oh.

blade lets out a shaky breath, and the wretched creature that was once human allows his head to bow— lowers himself so his forehead touches yours. he’s here, he’s here, he’s here. and when your lips meet his and his veins are lit aflame, blade thinks he can live, even if it were just for this moment.

© trappolia 2024

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[wisteria-blooms]

*NSFW* strawberry wonderland (ii) (bill weasley & reader)

*MINORS DNI!*

PAIRING: Bill Weasley/You SUMMARY: Unbeknownst to you, you have more of an effect on Bill than you could ever imagine. And he can't stop thinking about all the things he wants to do to you in Nice. WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, unprotected sex

A/N: To get me out of a writer's block, I present you this. I've only read it over it once so I'll fix any mistakes as I go. I hope this doesn't ruin long hair & tattoos for you... it doesn't need to be part of the original series if you don't want it to be. It's set after Bill and Reader arrive in Nice.

STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND (II)

Strawberries.

That’s what you smelt like to Bill Weasley. And very much overwhelmingly so as you nestled into his arm, preparing to disembark the ship that had just docked the nauseatingly rocky French shores. He attributed it to all the fresh strawberries you crushed up at the bar. 

“What kind of liquor do you reckon goes well with this?” you asked, holding up the bleeding purée to his face. 

‘Anything that would get you to kiss me,’ a voice in his head willed him to say. He swatted that thought away and instead replied, “Rum.” All his family recipes and all his female cousins’ favourite girlish drinks came to mind.

“Hm.” You turned away from him and perused the shelf for the highest of top-shelf rum. “And what else?”

“Maybe some simple syrup, a dash of lime and—,”

You slammed a bottle of rum on the table and twisted it open. Bill closed his mouth and let you speak. “Keep rambling and one might think you’re an expert at cocktails or something of that sort.”

“You asked me!” Bill said in defense, a chuckle erupting from his lips. A lush haze was concentrating in your eyes from the wine you’d inhaled the moment you boarded the ship. Bill figured his taller and heavier figure was better in diffusing the alcohol than your smaller one. 

“Whatever,”—you slid the cup of strawberry puree towards him—“let’s just drink.”

And now the scent of fresh strawberries, lime, and wine lingered on your person, stuck to it like summer honey. It was the most heavenly of scents. He imagined it would be most concentrated on your lips and tongue, and he would risk everything—a lot—to test that hypothesis. And what if that old saying were true? ‘You are what you eat.’

Would you taste like strawberries elsewhere, dare he dream, on another pair of lips?

“Do you think we had too much?” you asked him, snapping him out of his dirty reverie where he was in between your legs. “I might be sick.”

“I’m sure the sea made it worse,” he reassured you, letting you grip him tightly. He looked back at the relentless waves. Merlin, if you kept touching and squeezing his arm, he wasn’t going to make it until after you left. “And you best recover before your dinner tonight.”

“Right—ooh.” You drew the last vowel, lips rounding, which sent a chill up Bill’s spine.

Then when you let out a deep sigh into the crook of his arm, he found himself at war with himself. He looked down at your eyelashes, fluttering down to cover your eyes and traced your pouty pink lips. You were the sweetest, most innocent thing at twenty-three years old. And he didn’t realize how much desire had stirred up inside him in the past few months that he now really wanted to kiss you—Oh, what was he sugarcoating his own private thoughts for? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

He just wanted to know what your innocence would feel on him and his experience. But he couldn’t. He was much too old, much too tainted compared to the likes of you. What he wanted was above any voice of reason. 

Fuck it, he was tempted by the thought of ruining you. 

Bill Weasley had to wonder how he got himself in this tricky predicament as he settled into a bed miles away from home. With age came maturity and emotional growth, right? At thirty-one, he had years to leap over and meet his milestones. Clearly, he missed a couple landmarks because he felt as if he was trapped in the body of a fourteen-old boy who’d discovered pornography à la Wicked Witches Weekly for the first time.

Everything in his mind was just wrong, wrong, wrong. 

After the whole debacle with you walking in on him mid-shower complaining that your own room had flooded and him checking that it really had, you’d insisted on taking the couch in his own room. He pulled off his shirt and shut the lamp off. Then, he laid on his left side and tried to make out your figure on the couch.

He shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with you as you were peacefully asleep a few metres from him. He was supposed to be the epitome of your older, more mature (pretend) boyfriend who could will away an inopportune erection at any time. But what was consuming his mind right now was, well, the fictitious scenario where you did agree to share a bed with him tonight. There wouldn’t be a cold and empty space beside him. You’d be right up against him, unknowingly grinding up against his aching nether region as you combed through a bad dream, and teased out his erection further as a result. The fantasy echoed in his mind again and again until sleep finally caught up with him.

“Ngh, Bill,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. 

You nestled into the cove of pillows, trying to chase away your bad dream. Your body followed suit. Your ass was turned towards him, giving him full permission and the ability to grind against you. He meant to be gentle, but his thrusts—like his breathing—were growing more rapid and frantic.

His hands weaved their way past your loose cotton top and landed atop your naked breasts. He was grateful that your shirt was cut so loose and short. His hands latched onto your breasts tightly, mainly out of lust and secondarily to find an anchor for his writing body. His calloused fingers began their usual routine of teasing your nipples. He pinched them occasionally as he continued to rub his stiff cock on your behind. You were responsive, both in the soft moans that left your lips only to be subdued by the pillows, and the wetness collecting in your cunt.

Your panties were fucking soaked. Bill could detail your folds through the slickness, and feel your spilling entrance through the thin fabric. And that thin fabric was the only thing preventing him from thrusting his full length into you. You writhed harshly when he pinched your left nipple again. The nub was standing at full attention for him. 

“What do you think?” asked Bill, voice husky as he asked in your ear. “Can you take my cock or will I have to stretch that tight pussy out?”

You responded with nothing more than shaky breath. You grinded against him, trying to shove your panties aside. “....want… your big cock inside me, Bill.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. 

One of his hands hastily left your breasts in pursuit of your panties. He shoved one side to join the other which gave him freedom to trail the head of cock against your cunt. How much better you felt without a fabric barrier was indescribable. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock met your own wetness. He felt like he was being enveloped in silk. And your opening swelled as if inviting him in, begging him to fill you up with his endless cum and impregnate you.

He dove two fingers straight into you, just to really confirm you were ready. He immediately began curling his fingers inside you, feeling the engorged, sensitive area inside that drove you wild.

“Your cock, Bill,” you whined.

His hand was drenched when he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he replaced the emptiness with his cock. With one thrust, he entered you. You let out a sharp gasp. He knew his size was hard to take, and it always took you a minute or two to adjust to him. But he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you, begging him to fill you up to the hilt. And he could only oblige in those moments, watching as your eyes rolled back every time your orgasm washed over you. 

“Please,” you begged through gasps. “I need… need all of you inside me.”

Bill flipped you over so your face was pressed against the pillows. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart. He could see the tight ring of muscle that was clenched around his thick cock. He was really stretching you out. And as much as it hurt him to do, he pulled out.

“No,” you whined, your hand flying back to find and guide him back into you. 

“Patience,” he commanded. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering enough lubrication to meet your increasing demands. And when he felt it was sufficient, he slid himself back into you, pushing past the drier spot that was cutting him off halfway.

“Yes, that’s it, ah—,” you moaned, meeting him halfway for the last couple inches. Your ass raised in the air, desperate for more of him. You held yourself up with your elbows, using them to anchor yourself as you pushed back on him. You worked through the part of him that was thicker than the rest. It was always tricky, but how fast you got there depended on how horny you were, and tonight, you were insatiable.

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself being enveloped by more of your sweet cunt. You were so helpless and needy for him. When he looked down again, he realized he was completely sheathed inside you. He began thrusting, the first couple of seconds working at a steady pace. He earned a few moans. Then, he pulled himself all the way out only to fill you completely again. 

“Bill!” you screamed. Your legs trembled as you clenched around him. He did it again, and again, so hard and fast, aching to hear those delicious screams. Wetness dribbled down your thighs and onto the sheets as you lost yourself in the pleasure. 

“Stop, Bill, I’m going to cum—”

Bill woke up with a jolt. His chest heaved up and down and his breathing was significantly laboured. When he grew accustomed to where he was—the Malfoy summer house in Nice—he looked over to you. You were buried under your covers, blissfully unaware of the lewd positions he held you in in his dreams. He hoped you didn’t hear his breathing, or that he hadn’t said anything weird in his sleep. 

He felt a severe ache between his legs. He had feeling this was the most intense erection he’d had in ages. He already knew he was intensely red and swollen. 

Maybe he needed to have sex with someone, anything that wasn’t his own damn hand, but he wasn’t fond of an anonymous hookup.

Curiously, he reached past the waistband of his briefs, looking for some sense of relief. He was pulsating hard and it was barely what, seven in the morning? He gave himself a stroke, gripping hard at the base and letting go near his wet tip. He suppressed a moan. An image of you, edging him with your tongue, came to mind. 

No, he couldn’t do this with you in the room. It would be most improper and he had to hold himself to a higher standard. Instead, he grabbed a newspaper on his nightstand. It was two days out-of-date, but he figured he should get up to speed with what was going on in Egypt. He was certain that reading about excavations and pyramids and uprisings would take his mind off things. 

Not more than a few minutes later, he heard some ruffling and kicking about on the couch.

“Morning,” Bill greeted.

“Good morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” he responded. A fucking bold-faced lie. “You?”

“I slept well, too.”

You were all bed-headed, doe-eyed innocence in the white sheets and he was corrupt was hell.  

You got on your feet and pushed open the curtains, letting the sun fully stream in. Bill gulped silently, watching your legs sway around the room. Fortunately for his sanity, you had on some white shorts. Unfortunately, they were so short that any unplanned movement could reveal your panties, and he wouldn’t be able to stop there. 

“We usually eat breakfast together downstairs," you yawned, covering your mouth, “but maybe some caffeine is in order first. I’m still waking up.”

“A morning swim is the best way to do that,” Bill suggested. He was really treading a fine line with that suggestion; he was adding fuel to his own wildfires. He really loved the idea of a morning swim, he really did. But there was the bonus aspect of you having to be properly suited for the occasion, and you weren’t going to do it in those itty-bitty shorts and a tank top.  

“It’s one of the things I miss about Egypt that we don’t have back home. And it helps quell the heat, too.” He, honest to Merlin, did do this in Egypt. But not for any underlying reasons. 

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do that.”

When you arrived at the private stretch of beach, Bill watched as you slowly unwrapped yourself from the shawl you had on. When you found the will to submerge yourself, even if it was just a toe, he approached from behind you.

“Gently grazing the water isn’t the definition of a swim, you know,” he said, lightly tapping the inward curve of your bare hip.

“I know,” you mumbled back, a tinge of pink on your cheeks. 

He jumped in without thinking and you soon followed suit. He submerged his whole body into the pristine waters of the French Riviera. When he resurfaced, he was treated to a view he was sure he didn’t deserve. 

The wet, white material of your bikini clung onto the skin of your breasts like it was a matter of life or death. Drops of water dotted down your cleavage, slowly, tantalizingly so. The weight of the water dragged your bikini straps down, giving him an expansive view of your breasts. And was that an erect nipple poking through? The cold water must’ve teased it out. 

Yeah, the swim was a bloody awful idea. 

“You’ll never catch me, (Y/N),” he teased. He sent another wave of water towards you to stall you, laughing as you squeezed your eyes shut and sputtered.

“This means war, Bill!” you cried. You outstretched your arms to pull him back towards you. You were aided by a little current that carried you closer and your fingers finally made contact with his strong shoulders

“Ha!” you exclaimed, your fingertips getting a grip on him. “You’ll be sorry!”

He held his breath as he fell back into the water with you on top of him. When he felt sand and little pebbles dig into his back, he knew you’d both arrived on shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw you directly on top of him. Your wet hair grazed his cheeks and—

It wouldn’t be technically wrong to say you were grinding on him, not with the way your legs were splayed on both sides of him and the pressure you were putting on him. Your breasts were planted on his chest, and he could appreciate the clothed erect nipple on his skin. And as he looked down, there was more to see of your breasts than before. One wrong move and he would have a full view of the girls. It would be such a shame if your top came undone. But never mind that, he had to resist to urge to plant his hands on your hips and—

“Bill, it’s too deep,” you whined.

Bill’s hands were planted firmly on your hip bones, holding you down, forcing you grind on him with his cock deeply planted in you. You’d enveloped him to the hilt before, but you’ve never had him like this before, not in this position, and it was becoming too much.

“I think you like it, (Y/N),” he said with a chuckle. You looked down, embarrassed at the sudden spurt of wetness that ran down your thigh from your sex. As he began thrusting, you lost any sense of speech besides the ability to give a silent moan. When one of Bill’s hands loosened their grip on your hip to tease your engorged clitoris instead, you threw your head back.

The moment you’d realized how you’d fallen, you yelped immediately and apologized. 

“Time for breakfast?” you offered impassively, carefully looping your other leg over and rolling yourself off him. Sand stuck to the side of your wet legs. You offered him a hand.

“About time for it,” Bill responded as you pulled him up. 

“That was fun,” you commented, wrapping the beach towel over yourself and slipping into your sandals. “Better than my usual idea of a swim.”

Bill hummed in agreement, saying, “your idea of a swim isn’t much of a swim,” and followed you back into the house.

When you were back in your room, you’d dried off hastily, saying you were going to be late to breakfast.

“Is there a set time for breakfast?” he asked, eyeing as you flew around the bathroom looking for a comb.

“Not really, but it’s always at eight, and I was already chastised for being late yesterday.”

He had suppressed a comment about how beautifully haphazard you looked. Your hair was half-tamed, your cheeks flushed. You looked like you’d just had a good long romp in the sheets. 

“Then I’ll join you in a second,” he promised. “I’d like to look a little more presentable for your parents.”

“You look fine,” you commented. “But that’s alright, I’ll let them know.”

When you’d left the room, Bill headed straight to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and removed his clothes. As he felt his hardening cock spring loose, his frustration grew tenfold. He shouldn’t have suggested the swim; he was going to lose circulation to his brain if you kept turning him on like this. He stepped in the shower and placed his left forearm on the wall. His right hand reached out to stroke his uncomfortable erection. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Drops of cold water ran down his back as he leaned over. He was so close already and thinking about your body atop of his, your wet cunt pushing down on him, begging to be fucked, was really expediting the process. “Shit.”

In no time, he felt the intense pressure break. He bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ropes of cums spurted out of his cock, falling into the shallow water that’d accumulated in the shower base. He heaved, his heartbeat rapid, as his strokes slowed.

When he looked down at the mess he’d made, he could only think: ‘what a waste.’ It should’ve gone into some orifice of yours instead. Maybe your mouth, where his hold on your head would be iron-clad, and he’d make sure you swallowed every single drop. Or even better, your cunt, where it would all spill out on the sheets the moment he pulled out because it was just too much for you.

When Bill felt himself harden again, he cursed the higher deities. He’d never recovered this quickly before. Again, not since he was a teenage boy. And there was what, another two weeks of you frolicking in bathing suits and sun dresses? 

You were slowly and surely going to be the death of him.

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley smut #bill weasley imagine #harry potter smut

[xxblairexxss]

Jealousy (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst / fluff

I tried ending it in 2 parts but failed miserably I’m so sorry 😭 What’s the best remedy for this week’s GP. That’s right. Another angst. Enjoy!

“Where are you going?”

Charles turned around and drew in a breath, his hands were shaking. “I– I need to go and find Y/N, I’ll be right back.” He strode away, sidestepping the invited guests who called out his name and found himself back to the bar that he had seen you earlier.

You were not there.

Fuck. He trod to every corner of the area, ignoring every crowd because he knew you wouldn’t be in any of the groups but still, nowhere in sight.

“Charles!” Ocon came and sauntered closer, resting his hand on the lad’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

“I just saw Y/N. She was walking out through the back entrance if I’m not mistaken so I never thought I would see you in here as, you know, you guys were always together. So–” Ocon had his mouth opened and was going to start on a different topic when Charles made himself scarce, rushing steps towards to the back entrance.

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“Asshole!” You crouched down to pick up the small stones and hurled it towards a random direction. “I hate him!” Another small stone hurled in front of you.

“I can’t believe I’m ruining my makeup for a dick.” Hurled another one.

You were going to throw another small stone when a sound of footstep put your next actions into an abrupt halt.

“Who’s there?”

Your heartbeat went louder and faster, it felt like you could hear every lub and dub outstripped every other sound. A sharp click sound came from your heel as you took a step back. How you wished you were inside of the building with neon lights flashing all over your face than being in here at the moment.

“I’m gonna throw this at you if you don’t come out now! I’m really good at throwing things. Don’t challenge me!” You lifted your arm in the air and shrieked when you were greeted by a man.

“Chill, girl.”

“Who are you?” You muttered, as if you weren’t shouting your throat out few minutes ago.

“I’m a photographer. I take pictures of those rich folks inside.”

You too another step back when you saw him moving another step closer, too close for your liking.

“Sure. I think I’m gonna head back inside.” You said, trying to leave the situation right away.

“Hold up.” He clutched your arm and drew you back, causing you to bump your body against his chest. “I could use a company.”

“But I– I mean– I really need to head back. My boyfriend might be looking for me.” You jerked your hand away from him, the grip he had on you was so tight that you were so sure it would leave a bruise.

“I don’t think he would mind sharing you for a minute.” He trailed his palm across the side slit of your dress, causing the hair on your back to stand up.

“Leave me alone, you creep!” You walked away after pushing him on his chest which made him stumble back as he lost his balance.

“Dang, you are a trouble. Where are you going, sweetheart.” Another yank from him which took you by surprise, causing you to fall on the pavement. The sharp-edged of the small stones piercing through your palm, making you winced in pain.

“I’m gonna scream if you don’t leave me alone. I’m serious.” You scooted backwards, one hand pulling your dress away so your heels wouldn’t step on it as you tried to stand back up.

“Bitch.” He yanked your hair which made you scream as you fell back on the pavement, flinching as the pain on your palm shoot through your body again.

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“Leave my girlfriend alone, son of a bitch.” Was all you heard before you grimaced and turned away, gathering your dress to be on your feet again. You didn’t see clearly happened but whatever it was, it had assuaged the fear you had when you were facing the stranger. It was when you turned back that you saw Charles had his hand on the man’s shirt collar, one hand ready to pound on the face again. The man’s nose was bleeding and you knew right away it was from the first blow Charles had given earlier.

“You are fucking disgusting.”

“She’s a fucking dog. Keep her on a leash if you don’t want me to pound on her.” Charles’s fist had met his face before he could blink and you heard him groaned in pain.

“Say that again and I’m gonna smash your fucking face, bastard.”

“She’s—“ He winced, expecting another rush of pain to come.

“Charles! Stop!” You pulled him back and he ended up letting go of the grip on the shirt. The man immediately scurried away, tumbling on his knees a couple of times before he was gone, leaving you and Charles alone.

“I am so–“

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?!” Charles’s voice was too loud, too harsh that it made your breathing went shallow as you stepped away from him. “I told you to never leave the venue, didn’t I?!”

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” You were struggling to breathe and let out a series of hiccups while your tears started to continuously fell, wetting your cheeks. “It was suffocating in there.”

“And look what happened to you?!” He bellowed, veins in his forehead popping. You had never seen him this infuriated it made you trembled in your spot. You hated to admit but this was similar, if not, way scarier that what happened earlier.

“Why can’t you just listen to me, Y/N!” Charles yelled again, feeling the blood roaring in his ears. “What if something worse than that happened to you and I wasn’t here? Can you just fucking listen to me for once?! What’s so hard for you to do that? Do I need to be on my fucking knees and beg for you to listen?! I wasn’t even asking for anything, I just asked you stay inside and you promised! You promised me, Y/N! We made a promise.” Charles was tired. He was so, so tired. When he walked out and saw you on the ground with a man who looked like he was salivating over you, he feared of the worst. He couldn’t understand what made you so hard to heed his words, the words and promises he made between both of yo in order to protect you.

You didn’t say anything. You were looking down, your trembling hands went back to fiddle with the ring, the birthday ring. Few of your tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin, down to the pavement. The blood from your palm was seeping through the fingers but it didn’t hurt. The fear had numbed the pain from the wound.

“Get in the car. We are going home.” Charles strode away, leaving you behind and you rushed after him, one hand holding your dress so you wouldn’t trip. You were so glad that you didn’t bump into anyone because you were so sure you looked horrible. Those hours spent in front of the mirror were just a waste of time.

Charles slammed the door as you got into the car but it didn’t shocked you anymore. Your heart was still thumping and you were sobbing in silence along the car ride. The ring you had been twiddling were stained with some of your blood from the cuts but you still, didn’t feel any of the pain. Your wrist was red from the force that the man put on you when he yanked you earlier which you had just realised when you had yours hand on your laps.

Charles had left you, again, once both of you arrived home. When you walked into the apartment, you saw him laying down on the couch and didn’t even bother to spare you a glance as he went on to play with his phone. You went straight to the bathroom to freshen up and finally saw yourself, how you looked all this time in the mirror. You looked dreadful. Your cheeks were red, not from your blush but from all those tears. Your eyeliner is gone. Your mascara was smudged that it made your eyes looked like a pair of panda eyes.

“Waterproof my ass.” You cursed under your breathe and pumped the makeup remover oil onto your palm, the other palm and began smothering it all over your face, wincing once in a while when the oil seeped through your cut and washed it off once all the makeups were melted. You went on to take a shower and changed to an oversized t-shirt with a pair of plaid printed sleep pants.

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Charles had fallen asleep and woke up hours later by a sudden ring of notification coming from his, no, your phone. The one he had snatched away from your hand and forgot to give you back. It was with him this whole time. He groaned, fingers pressing onto his temple from the sudden movement that jolted his awake from his slumber. “Why is it so loud.” He sat up and threw his phone back on the couch, making his way into the master bedroom.

You were asleep, the quilt was draped up to your chest with your hand dangling off the bed. Charles had sat at your side of the bed when he walked in. A picture of you and him flashed up when he placed your phone on the bedside table. A 4 x 6 photo of both of you taken when you accompanied him for Japan Grand Prix.

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flash

“Let’s try that!” Charles was going to devour the baby kasutera cakes when you pulled him by his arm, causing the cake to drop back into the packet.

“Try what, baby?”

“This!” Both of you stopped in front of a baby pink coloured photobox.

“What is this thing?”

“It takes pictures of us! Let’s go in!” You swept away a curtain that was hanging at the small entrance of the photobox, revealing a small seat with a camera lens in front of it along with a screen that looked like some sort of iPad.

Charles listened attentively to your explanation while munching on the mini cakes and quickly placed it away when the machine started counting down to 3 seconds. You hugged him by his neck, taken him by surprise and camera flash went off. “Oh! Another one!” Let’s make a funny face!”

“Funny or ugly face?”

“Both!” The camera flash went off again and started counting back to 3 seconds. Charles went on to grab your chin, facing him as he mouthed the words “I love you”. He saw your radiant smile, the one that instantly lighted up your entire face with joy, making his heart warm as he felt that tingling feeling in his stomach.

“Last one!” You squealed with excitement and his hands went to the side of your face, gently yet firm as he brought his lips to yours. A kiss that was full of tenderness. You felt his fingers tracing a line down to your jawline. The camera flash went off again.

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“Why do you have to be so stubborn.” He heaved a sigh and gently propped your hand on his lap. The cuts on your palm were no longer bleeding but the skin around it was still red.

He had taken a healing cream from the first aid box as soon as he got into the room. He saw your hands were bleeding when he shouted at you earlier. He saw the way you kept playing with your ring in the car on the way home, too scared to do anything, to say anything. He wanted to pull you into a hug, wanted to tell you it was all fine but his heart was hit by a wave of fury whenever the image of the guy, the sight of you on the pavement, the blood, the bruise on your wrist flashed into his mind. He was mad at you, but it was more directed towards himself for allowing that to happen to you and to hear the guy talked down to, the most important girl in his life, like an animal. He softly smeared the cream onto your wound, hand circling on the bruise on your wrist gently and stopped every time he saw you frowned and winced in your sleep.

“I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, precious.” He whispered, feeling a lump in his throat as he blinked away the tears.

“I’m sorry I went too harsh on you.” He brushed the back of his fingers against your soft cheek and pecked on your forehead, leaving your side as he went to freshen up.

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Charles woke up next morning, more like afternoon as the sun seemed to be way brighter for it to be early in the morning. He was stretching his arms with a yawn and turned to the side when he was then greeted by an empty side of the bed.

An empty bed, a handwritten note, and a ring. The birthday ring.

‘I need some space. I’ll be at my parents’ house until then. Please don’t call or text me. Good luck on your upcoming race.’

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✧.* tags! @i83andrew @cltrlne @buendiabebeta @needtokeepfeelingsincheck @ironmaiden1313 @teenagedreams-cl @sheslikeacurse @love4lando @be-your-coffee-pot

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagines #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

[talaok]

I love your fics so much! Could you maybe write one where reader is very insecure about being on her period because her past boyfriends were grossed out by it but Pedro is just being the sweetest. Like maybe bleeding through on his bed and freaking out and apologizing but Pedro is just being sweet about it?

I think I got this request a while ago also for joseph quinn, which makes me wonder how many awful men you have encountered in your life babes

The sun shined through the open window as a gentle gust of wind tussled your hair, waking you from a peaceful sleep.

You felt something on your chest, and as you opened your eyes, found Pedro's hand and arm shamelessly extended on it.

He always wanted to keep you close, even in the middle of summer.

You soaked in the feeling for a moment, breathing in a slow breath as you let your eyes travel over to his figure.

A small smile involuntarily drew itself on your lips as you took in his puffy eyes and gaped mouth as he slept like a baby.

A smile that grew wider as you recalled how he once told you that he had always had trouble sleeping, but since he slept in bed with you, he had never had that problem again.

he had told you so casually, like it was nothing, but each time you watched him sleep, his words came back to melt your heart.

You wiggled under the thin blanket, trying to get rid of it as the heat started getting to you, but just as you did, you couldn't help but freeze as your eyes focused on the white blanket covering the mattress.

There was a red stain. Right between your legs. right on the fucking bed. His fucking bed.

Shit.

shitshitshit

No this can't be it, your period wasn't supposed to come for another three days, what the fuck?

"fuck" you absentmindedly cursed, as your eyes filled with panic.

What the fuck am I gonna do now?

"good morning to you too" Your boyfriend's voice startled you.

Nonono

You turned around to find a lazy grin on his lips.

"g-good morning" you gulped, your mouth suddenly dry.

He must have still been a little asleep because he didn't notice your tone as he leaned up to give you a quick kiss, but once you didn't reciprocate, too much in your head to do anything but wish to disappear, then he asked:

"what's wrong?"

Oh god

To say you wanted to run away was an understatement.

"I-" you squeezed your eyes shut, praying to however was listening to make this all disappear.

"what? What happened" his eyes wrinkled with worry.

"I just..." you let your eyes set to where the stain was, and he followed your glare.

"I'm sorry" you whispered, suddenly not able to talk in more than a thread of voice "I'm-I'm so sorry baby, I'll clean it up right away- I just- It wasn't supposed to come already" you muttered "I'm so sorry, please don't be mad"

His silence was killing you, and once he raised his head to look at you again, your heart began to race as you waited for his inevitable disgusted reaction.

"mad?" 

Why did he sound genuinely confused?

"I-yes, I just... I know it's kind of... gross"

And there it was again, a confused frown persisted on his face.

"What are y- Baby what are you talking about?" he asked, his tone gentle, like he was honestly asking "It's not gross, and I'm definitely not mad" A smile pulled at his lips "Why would I be? It's normal, it's-human"

what?

Your brain couldn't comprehend his words

"w-what?"

His smile got wider as one of his hands reached up to stroke your cheek "Sweetheart why would I be mad that you got your period? It doesn't make any sense"

A breath got caught in your throat "A-are you being serious?"

"yes" he promised, smiling "Of course I am baby"

"oh" you breathed "I just- I thought you would have been grossed out by it"

"I could never be grossed out by anything concerning you, angel" he promised, his eyes boring into yours "I love you way too much for that" he smirked, kissing your cheek.

"Now let's go have a shower so I can help you get cleaned up" 

"b-but what about the bed?"

"I'll worry about the bed later. Let's go" he continued, getting up from the bed and settling in front of you.

"c'mon" he urged with grabby hands

You accepted his invitation and got up with his help.

"thank you" you said

"for what?"

"Just...for being you"

And to that, he laughed softly

"anytime, sweetheart"

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[dark-fics-4-you]

In Crocodile Tears; after Coryo rapes the reader, what would his reaction be when he found out she actually was a virgin?

This inspired me so enjoy this blurb

warnings: implied noncon, implied oral (m!receiving), slut shaming, choking, discussion about loss of virginity, violence

“Oh fuck.” Coriolanus’ voice reached your ears, muffled by the fuzziness of your hearing. “Hey Y/N.”

Your cheek was against the floor, tears still pooled in the creases of your eyes and trickled down your nose. You hadn’t moved a muscle since he pulled out of your sore cunt. You flinched when he drew closer to you again and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Y/N, I’m talking to you,” he hissed, gripping your chin tighter.

“What?” The sensation of speaking felt strange to you, like you were both talking in a foreign language you could barely follow.

“You’re bleeding, why are you bleeding?” His words didn’t make any sense to you and you didn’t understand what he was asking until he held up his fingers which were strained with crimson.

His assault had broken your hymen, you realized with a shiver. And based on the amount of blood you could see, you realized that he had been so rough with you you were bleeding from more than just your hymen.

Your skin crawled as you remembered the feeling of him forcing himself inside of you for the first time and you felt like you could be sick.

It seemed to dawn on you both at the same time and Coriolanus looked at you in shock, “you’re a..?”

“A virgin?” You answered, voice trembling. Creating sounds felt like rubbing two pieces of sandpaper together, your throat was so dry. “I was. But, Coriolanus, you took every single one of my firsts tonight,” you quietly admitted.

His eyes widened at that, mouth falling open in surprise as he looked at you through a new light for the first time.

If you were a virgin and you had never given any professors sexual favors how had you been ranked so far above him? Could it be possible that you had passed your classes on your own? That you actually were just smarter than him?

The thought enraged him. It just couldn’t be possible. He didn’t want to accept it.

You could be trying to deceive him, but the look in your broken eyes told him the truth.

Not to mention he couldn’t forget how tight you felt when he pushed himself into your cunt, you were gripping him like a vice.

“You’re-” he cut himself off, quiet voice quivering with rage. “You’re lying, Y/N, you’re just trying to get in my head!”

“Why would I lie about this? What the fuck do I have to gain?” You were looking at Coriolanus now, but he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Shut up, you’re not going to make me feel guilty for any of this-”

“If you’re feeling guilty maybe that’s just your conscience,” you whispered under your breath, but Coriolanus finally looked up at you, fire burning in his eyes.

In an instant he was on top of you again, straddling your waist and pining your arms down with one hand while the other wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe.

“What the fuck did you just say to me? For a supposed virgin, you’re a real fucking brat, Y/N.” The blond hissed above you as you thrashed against him. Your nails clawed at his hand, but Coriolanus was relentless, choking you harder the more you fought back. “So what if you really were a virgin? You still acted like a whore once I had my cock down your throat, I mean, no one buys your little school girl act, Y/N.”

Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at your classmate in terror and disgust. He eased up on his pressure before releasing you and you gasped for air when he did.

Coriolanus smirked as he looked down at you, enjoying your pathetic sniffling and the redness that lingered around your neck.

He didn’t want to acknowledge what he now knew, he couldn’t face the fact that he had been wrong about you. It was scary how fast his rationalizations of tonight changed inside of him.

It didn’t matter if you were actually a virgin until tonight because you still forced his hand by threatening to speak up about him cheating.

He didn’t have any choice.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, do you understand?” He threatened you lowly. “Because if you do, I will find you and make you regret it, Y/N. You’re not getting in between me and the Plinth prize.”

You stared up at him for a few moments, bottom lip trembling and tears spilling past your lashes, before finally lowering your eyes and nodding.

If these were the lengths he was willing to go to just because you threatened to report him, you didn’t want to find out what might happen if you actually went through with it.

“That’s a good girl,” Coriolanus purred and your stomach turned with nausea at his teasing tone.

You flinched when he grabbed your hair and dragged you up to him roughly. He towered over you as you kneeled on the ground. When he thrust his hips forward and his dick poked at your lips you felt that familiar terror rising in your chest again and his next words confirmed your fears.

“Now, why don’t you be a doll and clean me up?”

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow noncon #dark!coriolanus snow #crocodile tears #coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games tbosas #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[giorno-plays-piano]

Broken Boy

Pairing: soft!yandere!Midoriya Izuku x reader

Warnings: obsession, manipulation, past bullying, violence (against bullies), unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied stalking, one mention of hypothetical noncon, Izuku being a cinnamon roll and a menace at the same time, hurt/comfort.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: "Is someone... giving you trouble?" You ask cautiously, actually afraid he's going to say yes. You can't stomach thinking someone is bullying Izuku again. Sure, he bulked up considerably and is now so tall he literally towers over you, but he's still that shy compassionate boy inside, and he doesn't know how to stop people from being mean to him.

P.S. Just giving some love to our best boi.

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When you see him, it's almost like every other Friday night when you grab a pizza from that corner cafe and come home to Izuku choosing a movie for you two to enjoy. It's been your favorite tradition ever since middle school, and you can't imagine spending the evening anywhere else.

Though maybe you should, given the circumstances.

Midoriya keeps chatting about work and the new equipment in his gym while you struggle to keep the conversation going. There are a lot of things on your mind, but your best friend's mental health is on the top of the list. Has been for a long time when you two had been younger, but you actually thought he got better with time. That is, until your work friend pointed out how unnaturally clingy he seems to the point when it's almost creepy.

He'd bark for you if you asked, she huffed, but, to your horror, you couldn't even find it in you to argue. In the end, she was right. When you look back at it, Izuku has been getting more and more possessive and insecure despite nothing seemingly changing in the relationship between you two.

Has something happened to him, and you missed it completely? You are confident it isn't his mom - your friend would often FaceTime with you around, and nothing at all hints at Midoriya's mom being distressed, you know her well enough to be sure. Is it work, perhaps? Personal issues?

Has someone started bullying him again?

You shiver from anger at the thought, clenching your fists. You would fucking end anyone who's troubling your ray of sunshine - like you had nearly done in middle school.

When you first met him, he was a new kid in your class, all skin and bones, awkward and shy and with no communication skills whatsoever. Took him about a day to become a target of delinquents you school was full of. They mocked him, drew on his desk, and threw a bucket of water at him once, but, as always, teachers didn't pay any attention to the bullying. You feel bad about it now, but since you had never seen it happen with your own eyes, you didn't think much of it either.

However, when one of the kids punched Izuku in the face to the point his nose started bleeding right in front of you, something in you snapped at the view of blood trickling down Midoriya's face. He was crying, hands up to prevent the kid from hurting him more, pleading the bullies to stop as if they'd listen. To this day, it infuriates you that someone would beat up a child this defenseless and lost: he was like an injured puppy, sobbing and trying to hide in the corner with his arms up to protect himself.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you flew to the bully and strated throwing punches at him like your life depended on it, repeatedly hitting him in the head and chest and everywhere you could reach before the other kids intervened. You were so enraged, though, you ended up fighting them, too, despite getting kicked in the ribs hard. The pain didn't stop you: it was like you turned into a whole different being whose only purpose was to hurt the bullies of a crying kid.

The teachers barely got a hold of you before you grabbed a chair to smash it against the back of one of the other children.

To this day, you wonder how Izuku awoke this raging beast inside of you: you had rarely gotten into fights, and, given your politeness and overall sweet demeanor, neither you nor anyone else had suspected you had it in you. Nevertheless, from that point on, there wasn't a day when you weren't there for Midoriya to kick the ass of whoever had the gall to torment him. Hell, the next time someone punched him, you went batshit crazy and almost pushed the guy off the stairs. Worse, you aren't the slightest bit sorry even now when you think of Izuku's swollen eye after he got punched again.

Gradually, it became better after you showed every stupid boy around what would happen if they did anything stupid to that awkward skinny kid, and Izuku was finally left alone. Naturally, it was no surprise he got so attached to you he spent nearly all his time somewhere around, going to the same after-school activities, picking same clubs, doing same things as long as he was able to stay close to you. You felt sorry for Midoriya: he was so nice it alone was enough for people to pick on him. How was he supposed to find friends? He'd stay a loner forever if you didn't do anything.

He wasn't hard to be around. Getting to know him better, you realized he was genuinely a very gentle and smart kid despite his antics and a weird addiction to superhero movies. Izuku was sweet and polite, holding a door for you like a gentleman, carrying your books, always laughing at your jokes, and even giving up his rice pudding he claimed he didn't like just to give it to you. How could you not like him?

It's been years since you both graduated from college, and he is still bringing you a rice pudding whenever you feel sad. You heart clenches as you think of him going through hard times again when you have no idea what's happening.

"Are you alright?" He suddenly asks, and you realize you've been staring at the wall for a minute, not replying to anything he just said.

God, this is gonna be painful.

"Are you alright?" Turning your head to face him, you ask, equally guilty and concerned.

Even though he tells you he is, giving you his brightest smile, you don't believe it. Izuku is very good at hiding his emotions when he's hurt.

"Talk to me," you ask, grabbing his palms in yours, and he visibly reddens at the sudden touch like a schoolboy.

You aren't fooled by this as you patiently wait for him to open up like always does when you want him to be honest with you, but Izuku just shrugs and says he's unsure what you're implying. Things are the same. Nothing has changed, nothing at all.

"Is someone... giving you trouble?" You ask cautiously, actually afraid he's going to say yes. You can't stomach thinking someone is bullying Izuku again. Sure, he bulked up considerably and is now so tall he literally towers over you, but he's still that shy compassionate boy inside, and he doesn't know how to stop people from being mean to him.

Midoriya smiles and shakes his head. "No. My colleagues and my boss are very nice. You don't have to worry."

"I can't NOT worry!" You exhale, rubbing his hands in yours like you always do when you get nervous. "You seem so... alone. I don't even see your gym buddies anymore. Has something happened? Did you have a fallout or something?"

There it is, this gentle, heartbreaking smile he always gives you whenever you are worried. Izuku has never once told you that you are pushy and overbearing despite the fact that you were all that many times in the past. He just smiles at you like he's happy someone cares, and it makes you tear up at the thought. How could he be so sweet and kind and yet so unaware of his own worth? It feels like the world is so freaking unfair to him.

"I just don't spend that much time with them anymore," he says as he gets a little closer to you, cheeks blushing because he's such a pure soul, unspoiled and shy, "because you are my best friend. I wanna hang out with you. I thought you'd be happy about it."

It's nearly enough to make you freaking sob. What did you do to deserve this sweetheart? How could he stay such a warm, kindhearted guy after the treatment people gave him?

You draw a breath and look him dead in the eye. "Izuku, come on, I'm not going anywhere. Why on Earth do you think if you have other friends, I'll stop hanging out with you? Having more friends is a healthy thing! We can hang out together if you'd like."

It seems Midoriya doesn't like the idea, giving how he shakes his head, his expression darkening. You don't know what to make of it until he starts talking, not meeting your eyes, "No. What if you'll like my friends more than me? I've always felt like you liked those gym guys more than me. I hated it. Like they're better than me, and if they ask you to stop spending time with me, you'll choose them over me."

For a second, you're unsure if you've just misheard him. It takes you a moment to process his words. What the actual fuck?! Did he just suppose you like his gym bros you only ever met a couple of times more than him, your best friend who's been with you for years?

As you blink, a thousand questions form in your head in response to his accusation, but one thought prevails over others: Izuku is battling some serious demons inside his head. There is no way a sane person would ever suggest anything like that. He's really, really insecure. Insecure in a dangerous way. You can't believe you haven't realized it earlier, just blaming it on his weird social skills when Izuku clearly hasn't been alright. When did it even start? Has it always been like that, and you simply didn't see the signs? Is it because of his childhood traumas?

Of course, it's his fucking childhood traumas. Why else? You were literally the only kid around him. Of course, he's terrified of losing you, and that's why he's still glued to you like a child.

It hurts you thinking your best friend is struggling that much. He's such a good person. He could have been so much happier if not for the things he had to endure as a kid that damaged him.

"Izuku, I think you need help," you whisper quietly, heartbroken, clenching his hands in yours as he watches you with that soft smile on his face that only makes you more anxious. "Things you say, they're just... wrong. I'd never abandon you for someone else, but it's not normal to depend on anyone that much. You need help. What can I do for you?"

You are completely honest with him when you speak, wishing to do anything it takes to help him get better. Clearly, Midoriya needs therapy. You'll have to ask around and find him an adequate specialist, maybe even pay if Izuku's low on cash, but you can do it. He's your best friend. Even if your colleague is right and he'd do anything for you, you'd do anything for him either. That's what friends are for.

When Izuku lights up, you hope he'll accept your help, but instead, he says, "Just stay with me like this."

You blink again and sigh in frustration. Of course, he'll pretend like he's ok. He has always had.

Reaching out to him, you envelop him in a hug and bring his head to your chest despite how much bigger he is now compared to you. Izuku doesn't fight, eagerly wrapping his hands around your core like he waited for it to happen. You're fairly certain touch is his love language because he used to hug you almost every day when he was a kid. Sure, he did become more self-conscious once you turned older, but it didn't stop him from occasional cuddles.

"I'm not going anywhere, ok?" You repeat again to reassure him. "I'm here. I don't know why you're so fixated on the idea."

"But what if you're gonna meet some guy you'll fall in love with? Get married, have kids?" He mumbles, his breath warming your neck. "What about me then?"

Gently caressing his head to calm him down, you ask, "Well, aren't you gonna do the same? Don't you want to fall in love with some nice girl?"

He sighs loudly, head buried under your chin as he keeps clinging to you. "I've already had."

Eyes wide, you silently stare at him, but Midoriya doesn't stop cuddling with his face hidden from you like he doesn't want you to see him. What the hell? Is this a prank or something? What sort of a fucking rollercoaster is this evening?

You can't even believe he fell in love with someone. Seriously? And didn't even tell you? Who on Earth is this girl? Do you know her? How did they meet? Your head is ready to burst from the number of questions that only seem to multiple again and again with each sentence Midoriya says.

"But you never even hang out with anyone but me..." You start, furrowing your brows until Izuku is groaning in your chest, and it finally hits you.

He is talking about you.

You are the only girl he's ever cared about. The only person he's been close to. And he has always been nice, but also sort of exceptionally nice? Even your mom used to comment on how much he likes you, hinting at the evident crash he had for you, but you always thought it was just wishful thinking despite how much you'd liked him to be in love with you. Given how open he was, he would've already confessed, you thought. By the time you both turned into adults, you were pretty much convinced he didn't harbor any romantic feelings for you or no longer had them.

When in reality he might have fallen in love with you years ago and never fallen out of it.

It freaks you out that much your face is on fire. Fucking hell. How are you supposed to react? What are you going to say? You don't even understand how you are feeling about this. Do you like him? Sure, you absolutely do. But do you love him? Can you love him? He'll surely ask you to date now that the cat is our of the bag. And what are you going to say to that?

Instead, you try to direct your thoughts elsewhere and ask Izuku, swallowing a lump in your throat, "When did you f-fall in love with me?"

He mumbles something inaudible into your chest, and you have to grab his face and make him look at you despite how much you'd like the earth just to swallow you whole this very moment.

"When you first hit that kid for me, I think," he mutters with his face so red he resembles a ripe tomato.

Oh my god, you almost say to his face but manage to stop yourself, drawing a shaky breath instead. He's been in love with you all this time. All. This. Time. You are never going to live this moment down. Ever.

Your best friend had a crush on you for years, and you just blindly thought he was clingy for no reason aside from his loneliness. That he was just being moody when you went on a couple of dates in high school and talked to him about it. That he didn't date anyone himself because he's simply a very shy person and struggles to start a conversation with girls.

Were you being a huge moron to him all this time?

"You weren't supposed to find out this way," he grumbles, burying his head beneath your chin again. "I was preparing for a big reveal in a nice restaurant, and then we'd go on a trip, just the two of us."

You are so abashed you don't even have anything to say. Maybe you're actually dreaming right now on Midoriya's couch because only then it would all make sense. What the hell are you supposed to say? To feel? Your best friend has always been in love with you, and you had no fucking idea.

Again, not that you don't like him or anything. You do. Especially after he manned up a little, grew taller, and hit the gym, although you'd probably like him even if he still was 5"1 skinny as a rail guy with a baby face. It just feels weird to rapidly start developing these freaking intense feelings for someone you nearly considered a part of you.

While you're trying to somehow get out of this akward situation, your brain gives you the stupidest idea to make a joke, "Well, aren't we confident! Already planned a trip after confessing."

You almost feel him smile, but when he breaks the embrace to straighten and look you in the eyes, he has a sad expression on his face. "I'd try to convince you by any means possible I'd do anything for you. I was ready to grovel at your feet. I still am."

His words alarm you, and you immediately place your hands on his shoulders, causing him to smile again. You want to tell him under no circumstances he should do that to anyone at all, but Izuku keeps going before you can stop him.

"I mean it. I'd do anything. I'd let you hurt me. I'd let you rape me if you wanted to. I'd jump from the roof if you asked me. Whatever you want, I'll do."

Normally, a love confession would have made you happy, but the words he say break your heart instead, and your eyes are instantly wet before you even realize it. How could he say something like that? How could be so nonchalant about these things? Has he no regard for himself as a human being? No pride? No pity? How can he talk about being alright with you hurting him if only it meant you'd date him? How could be genuinely be fine with a thing like this?

'I'm sorry!" He apologizes immediately when tears start streaming down your cheeks. "I didn't mean to upset you, I swear! I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

You are fully sobbing now, clenching his stupid Captain America sweatshirt you got him last Christmas. This is so fucked up. How could he be okay with you doing these things to him? Why would he even go that far?

You can't stop yourself from embracing him once more, hugging him tight as your head rests on his broad shoulder. Midoriya doesn't protest, his gentle, warm hands already caressing your back as you sniffle.

"Izuku, you need help," you sob, soaking his sweatshirt, oblivious to his smile growing wide when you don't see his face.

Gently rocking back and forth like he's trying to calm down a child, he whispers to you softly in response, "Then will you stay and help me?"

It's such an innocent ask you have no second thoughts saying yes immediately because you better fall down the roof yourself than leave your friend in this state, and you don't even think about Izuku manipulating you into being with him. How could he? He's a cinnamon roll to the core. He's so good and pure it's dangerous for him to be left alone. Besides, you like him anyway, don't you? It's not like everything will change so much in a heartbeat. He's still your friend, still the closest to you. He'll always be. He just needs your help, and you can't say no when he's been so traumatized and really needs help.

Izuku knew you'd say yes, anyway.

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Tags: @yanderetodorokishoto @minshookie29

#yandere #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #deku bnha #deku x reader #bnha deku #bnha #my hero academia

[mmorw]

You can write an Ayato who behaves like a dom so as not to spoil the reputation, but in fact he is a sub? As soon as he is alone with Alpha, he becomes very submissive and begs for punishment for his behavior.

yessir 😈.

addicted | omega Ayato Kamisato.

cw: smut. afab! ayato. omegaverse. make-up sex. vaginal. knotting. dacryphilia. spanking. forced breeding. brat taming. womb fucking. spit in mouth. mentioned mpreg.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

“stop ignoring me!” Ayato's whining along with his rapid footsteps trying to get closer to you made your ears bleed, the way his attitude changed so much from outside to inside the Kamisato Clan ate your nerves.

his gloved hands took your arm gently, his moist eyes along with his eyelashes did their best to give you the worst possible feeling of guilt, thanks to the height difference, Ayato had taken advantage of making himself look small to make you feel worse.

“I was bad, I know!” he sobbed, trying to get closer to your neutral face, but ignoring it and looking to your left so as not to fall for his attempts. “I will not behave like this again, I promise!”

Tender high-pitched moans escaped his quivering lips, the grip on your arm gently tightened by the fabric tickling you.

“I-I deserve a punishment, any!” He drew your arm to his chest, the fabric of his garments making his chest look fat and voluptuous, yet it wouldn't surprise you, the many layers of clothing on top of him made his chest look puffier.

“you really are something.” you growled, nudging your arm away from his hands, listening to his louder sobs to simply beg you to give him the slightest bit of attention.

“alpha!” he sobbed, the tips of his toes lightly hopping to meet your gaze. Ayato could stand no more and let the tears fall down his pale cheeks, his hand sweetly placed on his velvet lips to hide his sweet whimpers.

he knew what he was doing.

And as if by magic, the mark on your neck began to hurt horribly, a burning mixed with some kind of deep cut enough to make you stand in place, your hands in fists trembling for the obvious forgiveness you had to grant Ayato if you didn't want the pain to even kill you.

His sweet cooing made your body turn around reluctantly, your jaw clenched with the desire to scream at him to shut up but your reasoning made you go straight to your omega and squeeze him in your arms, holding him tightly.

“ 'm sorry...” he sobbed sharply, holding onto your arms before your figure leaned over him, dipping him into your space as Ayato purred softly, tears soaking your thin clothes. “i-i'm so sorry—”

“shut. up.” you growled, your hands moving down from his waist to his voluptuous ass, lifting him onto your chest to corner him against the wall; only to hear his surprised squeals. Your breath brushed against his tender soft skin, wandering your fangs across his bonding mark once his arms tightened around your neck. “do you think that perhaps I enjoy putting up with you out there?”

Ayato's eyes moved restlessly to you, trying to see you other than your face grinding against his scent gland, taking in his sweet smell as your hands pressed into his thighs; causing soft gasps from his thin lips.

“you're lucky neither Ayaka nor Thoma were here, or they would see your face enjoying being spanked like a spoiled child.” You growled, leaving him with the feeling of wanting your teeth embedded in his skin, the great need he had to want to feel you possessive of him again, the sender desire to be able to feel your hands clinging to his waist when they went out in public, leaving in the face of who he was.

From one moment to the next, the omega was on his stomach on your legs, slight embarrassed gasps coming from him once he felt your digits brush against his smooth backside, a fierce beast setting its eyes on its hunt.

“o—one!” he gasped when your hand left a red mark on his bulging ass, his legs flexing from the sudden pleasure he felt. his head tilted down and his mouth opened shakily, strands of saliva trickling down the corner of his lips from the taste. “t-two!”

His hands tightened on the fabric of your pants with each hard slap, his high-pitched cooing and moans escaping his throat when your hand slapped his ass hard again. His cute fat ass looked like bread dough, even twitching when you slapped it so hard, tears of pleasure running down his eyes with the pleasurable tingling in his stomach, his pussy dripping and rubbing against your throbbing crotch.

still wrapped in pleasure, he kept counting the spankings like a good boy, his hands sobbing to touch your skin and not just your clothes. His eyes softly drooping begging for your attention, his scent intoxicating every inch of you once you couldn't stand it anymore, the burning fire rising up your body until it hit your most sensitive nerve and, lovingly retaliate with your sweet mate.

“ha-?” Ayato fell into your left arm once you removed him from your lap, forcing him to stand with his shaking legs and tearful gaze only to pull him back to you, this time grinding you eagerly against his soaking wet encased panties. “alpha!”

His voice came out chiding once your fingers plunged without minimal shame inside his slimy slick, massaging his nether lips to forcibly pull his panties aside, leaving his exposed dripping hole, his pink, wet core contracting once the air hit it warmly.

“so wet,” your index finger massaged his entrance, letting his sweet pheromones intoxicate more and more of your carnal desire. Pulling down your underwear, you carefully brought your glans to rub lovingly next to his sex, letting Ayato moan freely at the sudden touch. “you enjoy this, don't you?”

the omega nodded quickly, his chest puffing out in a choppy way from his sudden sweet tremors. his eyes straight into your digits, carefully opening his intimacy, only to toy your head with his pink walls.

After a few moments, you didn't last long enough to tell you that the two of you were already fucking violently on the tatami floor of the estate, pressing the omega teasingly and directly to hit his sensitive spot, forcing yourself around his tight walls just to increase the stimulation on your cock.

“c-cumming, cu— ha! ” his walls tightened around your sex once you hit his sweet spot again, his legs trembling on tiptoe as his high-pitched moans were muffled after each hard thrust, your cock forcing to pound his cervix endlessly to his muffled cries. “alp— alpha! ”

your onslaught became harder and more violent, your arms wrapped tightly around him once your cock slammed violently against the swollen entrance to his womb, his walls doing their best to even try to slow you down - only to cause him more pleasurable pain.

“you fucking misused bitch.” you spat, his legs bent and screaming with every thrust you gave into his sensitivity. “You really love to see me angry because you know how badly I would fuck you every single time.” The Clan chief cried out in pleasure, too broken to be stimulated any more than a few seconds before you, without warning, forcibly ejaculated inside him.

your hips lowered all the way down, your glans directly touching his sweet spot before shooting a thick, big load of your seed inside him, your fat knot bursting once it would enter his wet pussy, his juices and sweat mixing with yours once you spat sourly into his open mouth from too high pleasure.

the faint warmth inside him made you throb against him, his low moans once his arms went trembling to embrace you until you felt the warm liquid filling him inside fade away, letting sweet comments leave his lips kissing along your face. the probable seed giving birth to the next heir of the Kamisato making the major's heart beat with excitement.

And that's where you cursed yourself, damn; you had fulfilled his whims. again.

#dom male reader #dom reader #alpha reader #alpha! reader #genshin omegaverse #omega ayato #Genshin Impact

[ethansluvbot]

CARDIGAN | ETHAN LANDRY

summary: after figuring out ethan is ghostface along with quinn and bailey you start to distance yourself.

warnings: SPOILERS!!!, knifes, blood, stalking (not mentioned in this part)

an: i watched the movie one of the first days it came out and let me just say i liked it!! my favorite is still four but that won’t change :) sorry for the shitty writing. also i need more request so feel free to :)

❛ YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS

you were watching ethan sit for awhile. he looked nervous? shaking his leg and looking around every minutes. you started to develop feelings for him soon after you met him. you met through chad at a random frat party.

you were glad that chad introduced you two. you finally had met someone that was like you in multiple ways. you both read the same books, watched the same films and both were attracted to horror films. you knew the moment he said he liked the stab movies that you were compatible.

you had him wrapped around your finger without knowing. he always would try to please you or make you notice him. the way he was staring at you made you realize something was up. it shocked him to see you staring right back at him with a growing smirk.

one thing about ethan is he can’t take hints. no matter how many times you’ve tried to get him to notice he didn’t. you once even told him you flat out liked him and he was still oblivious.

ever since you figured out ethan was ghost face people you tried to stay away. you probably should’ve told someone about your discovery but you were scared. ethan was one of the only people you trusted with everything. now he would be taken away from you.

you stood up walking out of crowded room. ethan was not far behind grabbing your wrist. turning around you flinched taking your wrist away. he stared into your eyes letting go.

“did i do something to you? if i did please tell me.” he looked down at you with pleading eyes. you’d usually ignore this type of behavior from other guys but it was different. you pulled him into a hug while you still thought about his mask. could ethan really kill all those people?

you roommates still weren’t home to your surprise. they both were big party people so it wasn’t unnecessarily surprising. you tucked the key under the mat just incase they needed a spare.

the sight of the doorknob turning scared you. immediately grabbing a knife you went into your room locking it. thankfully it had a window if needed. you already knew one killer what if he found out? what if he has to kill you now that you know.

a quick knock came from your door followed by a low voice, “you didn’t answer the phone, i thought it was time to pay you a visit.” you didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

“go fuck yourself ethan!” you screamed as the knife plunged into the door. you quickly went to the window opening it. pushing yourself out of the window. you were the third floor. chances were you’d break a few bones. or you would’ve until you felt a pair of hands yank you down.

you cried out as a knife plunged into your skin. even though you were in searing pain you began to fight back. ethan pulled the mask off looking in your eyes.

“i think your bleeding a bit,” he tilted his head motioning to your leg. you never believed ethan could be ghostface. even after mindy going on extreme rants about how he was.

“i never wanted to kill you, you are so precious, but someone had to figure out who i was. now this is your ending.”

AND NOW IM BLEEDING ❜

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #jack champion #avatar #scream imagine #scream 6 imagines #quinn bailey

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Male Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Female Reader - Someone nice, Somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Male!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when Angel made a joke that your toys must be worn to the base, you felt the need to clarify. Total virgin, never used toys or your hands for, you cringed, penetration. Everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Don’t let anyone tell you ya don’t need lube. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally touched you. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and down your ass.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with topping, it just wasn’t his normal role. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed past your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight ring of muscle and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your cock twitch, erection growing as nervousness was slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your growing erection. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your cock jump under his hand.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “You don’t really need it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube, and they wrapped around your cock. His hand slowly pumped up and down your shaft. “Sex math. Don’t need your virgin ass locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his hand made your body clench, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering hole made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Feels good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cock head. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive slit.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“You can fuck my face, baby,” He opened his mouth, tongue out, and looked up at you from your stomach. “I ain’t got a gag reflex anymore, popsicles slide in like— well, cocks.” He lowered his mouth onto you, leaving room for you to move. His fingers slowed in you.

You thrust up slowly, testing the sensation. His mouth closed around you, tongue moving along you shaft as you rutted into his face.

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

His fingers slipped out of you, your body closing back around the space where they were. That feeling of your hole tightening made you hungry for his fingers to spread you back open. His hand came to cup your balls, feeling the weight in his palm.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Gettin’ close already?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I need more, Angel.” It came out as a whine, shocking you a little.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your puffy and swollen entrance.

“You comfortable with gettin’ on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto your ass, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, erection now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your ass, swiping past your entrance, dragging the edge of your hole with the crook of his head. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet your entrance was gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into you. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, your erection jumping back to life.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Fuuuuck, Angel-,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel your orgasm returning after dying down earlier. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to stroke your own pulsing dick, slowly pumping. 

Angel’s hand came down and wrapped around your cock, taking over your own attempts. The feeling of him in you and around you was overwhelming.

“Cumming,” You hissed, squeezing his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowly milking you of every drop of cum.

Angel’s moans got louder, your body tightening in spasms as you emptied your balls onto the towel. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, dick jerking from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed, towel sticking to your stomach and thighs. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, nodding, making no effort to get up. One of his hands came down and ruffled your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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[blairrwaldorfs]

High Infidelity

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Did you really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? Did you really have to tell him how he brought you back to life?

Author's Note: Your careless words pierced right through my heart and lingered at the back of my mind. I filled your cup everyday only for you to spill it out like it was nothing. I cried oceans for you, only for you to let me drown in my own tears. You stabbed me with your razor-sharp words and asked me why I was bleeding. You tore my castle and left me in my own ruins, only to ask me why i'm so broken. I was six feet on the ground and you stood tall, holding the shovel for my funeral. You were a monstrous deep ocean and I was drowning with no life line to hold on to. - From blairrwaldorfs notes app.

Disclaimer: 18+, emotional abuse, mention of harming, infidelity

(Please, please don't read this if it triggers you. I need you all to think hard about it before reading this one. This is a bit of a dark fic).

Wordcount: 3.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - epilogue

It wasn’t like infidelity was something you wanted to do. It wasn’t like an illicit affair was something you would choose because honestly, everything happened so fast. The forbidden affair that you had started was not something you were proud of. At this point, you apparently weren’t making good decisions so, fuck everything else, right? It wasn’t like Eli appreciated anything that you have done for him. It wasn’t like he appreciated the love that you gave. He tossed it away the minute he started controlling everything you did. He tossed away the genuine love that you were willing to give when he started doubting you on every little thing that you did. 

“How are you?” Joe asked, brushing your hair softly.

The both of you laid on the hotel bed naked, your head on Joe’s bare chest. His fingers softly drew circles on your bare arm. You had lied to Eli that you were needed at work on a Saturday because of some photoshoot. However, Joe had taken you out of town and rented a hotel room to be with you. Some people might like the thrill of sneaking around town with their forbidden lover but to you, you were always in a fight or flight mode. You were terrified that Eli would find out about this. 

Terrified for your and Joe’s safety. 

“Okay.” You whispered, burying your face on his neck. 

Joe slightly smiled, pulling you close in his arms. He could feel your body tensed up every time you two would run off. You both have been doing this for over a month now and so far, Eli hadn’t figured it out. Joe knew one of these days, he would and Joe was afraid of what he’d do to you. 

He was always afraid for your safety. 

Joe had suggested getting help and reporting him for emotionally abusing you everyday, but you kept refusing to. He didn’t understand why because he knew how much you wanted to run away from that hellhole. There was something that you weren’t telling him, but he didn’t want to press you on the subject. 

Joe pulled the duvet covers over you, feeling your body shake in his arms. However, he realized it wasn’t because you were cold. You were quietly sobbing on his chest. 

“Hey, it’s alright.” Joe cooed, rubbing your bare back gently and planting a soft kiss on your hair.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I… I’m sorry I keep crying.” You sniffed, gazing up at him and wiping your tears. 

Joe gazed down at you, wiping the remaining tears on your cheek with his thumb. 

“Don’t apologize for how you’re feeling. It’s okay.” Joe reassured you. “You don’t have to feel that way with me.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You exhaled a sharp breath. 

“Hey, listen to me.” Joe cupped your face with his hands, eyes staring deeply into yours. “You’re enough. You are so smart, beautiful and such an amazing woman. Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not strong because you are.”

Another tear rolled down your cheeks as tears welled up in your eyes. You nodded your head, a small smile tugging on your lips. 

Joe was different. 

He was soft. He was understanding and patient with you. Even after everything you had told him about yourself and Eli. He stuck around and held your hand. He was the lightest thing in your life right now, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Sometimes you didn’t understand how it became this way. Sometimes you didn’t understand how you brought yourself into this situation but there was one thing you knew for sure: You didn’t want to hurt Joe nor want to lose him.

Pressing your lips on Joe’s soft pink ones, he smiled through the kiss as he pulled you over to him. You towered over him, straddling his hips as you ran your fingers through his hair. A small moan escaped your lips, making Joe smile through the kiss again.

“God, I love that sound.” Joe whispered, pulling away from the kiss.

A soft laughter escaped from you and a wide smile tugged on your face. For the first time ever, Joe saw you smile. A genuine one. For a month, you would give him just small sad smiles but sometimes, he knew they were fake. He understood why, but he never thought he would ever see your real smile.

Brushing your pink lips softly with his thumb, his chocolate button eyes sparkled as he stared at you.

“What?” You furrowed your brows.

“Your smile…” Joe murmured. “It’s so beautiful.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning them into a nice color of rosy pink. Butterflies invaded every bone of your body as Joe reached up to give you a soft quick kiss. 

“I never saw you smile or heard you laugh like that.” Joe said. “C’mere.”

Settling back next to him, you laid your head on his chest again as he pulled you close on his side. 

Joe accepted you even when you had opened yourself up to him and let him see every dark corner. Joe understood you on your darkest days, and he held your hand when you needed him the most. He was the light that was slowly coming through the little cracks of the wall that you had built around yourself, and he was slowly breaking it. 

He was slowly breaking you out of this prison, and you were ready to fly free with him. 

Going back home at the end of the day was the one thing that you dreaded the most because you knew Eli was waiting for you. You had stopped arguing with him lately. You had kept your mouth shut every time he had said something that pierced right through your heart. You kept the pain because you were exhausted from trying. You kept it inside of you and continued to act like everything between the two of you was okay. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, voice cold.

Eli entered the kitchen that night, sighing heavily and wrapping his arms around you. He hugged you from behind and leaned his chin against your shoulder as you washed the dishes. 

“Had a long day.” Eli murmured, kissing the back of your neck. 

You knew what that meant, but you didn’t want him to touch you anymore. You were done. 

“We can watch a movie.” You suggested.

You lifted your shoulder to push his chin away. Your hands grabbed his arms that were around you and pushed them away before walking around him to grab the towel. You could see from the corner of your eye that Eli was standing there in surprise from your actions. His stare on the back of your head was sending shivers down your spine, terrified that he was going to start lashing out again. 

Terrified that the monster inside of him was going to come out again. 

“Or we can do something else.” He pressed his body against your back, feeling the bulge that was growing in his pants. 

“I’m not really in the mood tonight, Eli. It’s been a long day.” You said, trying to unlock his arms that were tightening around your waist.

“That’s why I could make it better.” Eli whispered, kissing your cheek softly.

He slid his hands under your shirt and squeezed your breasts, a small moan escaping from his lips as he sucked on the skin of your neck. You felt your heart stop, trying to find a pulse to bring you back to life but there was nothing. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” You heard your voice raised, forcefully pushing his hands away from your body and turned to face him with anger washing over you. 

Suddenly, you saw the tears welling up in Eli’s eyes, and his lips were now pouting. He looked like a kid getting his candy taken away from him, but you had enough. You felt nothing on the inside, and you didn’t feel bad for him. 

Not even one bit. 

He could fucking cry a whole ocean in front of you, and you would swim in his tears happily. You didn’t give a fuck about how he felt anymore because since when did he gave a fuck about what you want? About how you felt? 

The anger was bubbling inside of you, and you knew the fire lighting it was getting bigger. 

“You haven’t touched me for a month.” Eli argued, walking closer to you. “Do you even find me attractive?”

You held in your screams. You felt Eli’s chain around your neck getting pulled tighter, and you couldn't breathe. You were scratching the surface that he was dragging you into, trying to scream your way out of it, but you just couldn’t. 

You couldn’t find your voice nor a scream inside of you. 

“Your silence is saying a lot.” Eli’s voice was now cold.

His words cut you like a knife, and you were bleeding all over this kitchen. Eli didn’t even realize it. He just kept piercing his knife through your chest until you were lifeless. Your eyes were starting to go dark, and your vision was starting to get blurry. 

“You should feel lucky that someone loves you. I don’t have anyone.” Eli continued. “If you don’t love me then, I understand. You are always going to be my girl.”

His girl.

You wanted to vomit. 

Tears welled up in your eyes. How could he say something like that and not feel anything inside of him? How could he gaslit you like this and feel as if this was love? 

As you stood there paralyzed in front of him, you felt that anger inside of you finally exploding from the words that he just told you. You couldn’t find the Eli that you had fallen for when you first met him. Maybe this was him all along, and you were too blind to see it. 

Maybe he was a monster all along. 

“Your girl?” Your voice was low, but it shook in anger. 

Eli’s eyes caught yours, and you dropped the towel and plate on the sink, a loud clatter echoed the haunted kitchen. You took one step closer to him, your dark eyes never leaving him.

“That girl that you considered to be yours has been dead a long time ago. She is buried deep six feet underground.” You sneered through your teeth. 

You saw the expression on Eli’s face changed as he took a step closer and took your hands in his, but you were quick to pull them away. Suddenly, his face went from guilt to fear as if he saw something had snapped inside of you. 

Well, he was right. 

He finally had struck a nerve, and he was about to feel your storm’s wrath. You weren’t going to let him start gaslighting you again. You weren’t going to let him pull you in again and leave you to drown. You weren’t going to let him chain you up any longer. 

“Babe, that’s not what I meant for you to feel.” Eli started to pull his puppy dog eyes. “I love you and-”

“No, you don’t!” You exclaimed. “Stop saying that because you don’t!”

“Yes, I do.” Eli was practically begging in front of you. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” 

You watched as Eli fell to his knees, clinging to your legs but you were dead on the inside. You couldn’t be brought back anymore for you to feel something for him. You couldn’t find the energy nor could feel your heart beat for him. You were lifeless, and this monster was begging for your dead body to wake itself up after killing you so many times. 

“I don’t love you anymore.” You finally said the words, pulling his arms away from you but he only tightened his arms around your legs. 

“Get off, Eli.” You warned, wincing from his grip. “I said get off! Get the fuck up!” 

Your voice shook. 

Your whole body trembled as anger invaded your veins as Eli finally let go of you. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he got up from the floor and cupped your face in his hands. 

“Stop.” You whispered, looking away from him and pulling his hands away from your face. 

“I love you.” Eli murmured, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I love you, please.”

He pulled you in his embrace, but your body was still. You stood there, your limbs couldn’t move as he sobbed on your shoulder. Your eyes were staring into the blank emptiness in front of you. 

“Tell me what I can do to fix this.” Eli added. 

There was nothing he could do because the relationship between the both of you had burned a long time ago and whatever you two had left was the remaining ashes. He couldn’t fix this anymore. You were left in the ruins of your relationship and the only way out of this was for you to finally get up and walk away from it. 

“Nothing. It’s over.” You said sternly. 

“No, no.” Eli shook his head, denial washing over him. “There must be something. What am I doing wrong?”

You couldn’t help but let out a scoff as you heard what he asked you. 

“The fact that you’re asking me that is what’s wrong, Eli!” You exclaimed, forcefully pushing him away from you. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me!”

“All I ever did was love you.” Eli replied, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Stop it.” You murmured, shaking your head. “Stop crying!”

Eli stared at you, his eyes blinking away the tears. His eyes widened, terrified at the person he was looking at right now. In all honesty, you didn’t recognize yourself at the moment either. You felt like someone had possessed you, and you couldn’t control your body anymore. It was almost like you were standing in the corner of this kitchen and watched whatever it was that took control of your body. 

Your soul was somewhere else now. 

“If this is what you think love is, then I'd rather die a thousand times!” You barked. “Because that is how it feels like being with you for the last two years! Trapped, choking in my own tears, and slowly dying, and you don’t even realize it at all! You kept trying to tell me that you love me but…”

You sobbed in front of Eli, and you hated it. 

You hated the fact that you were so vulnerable in front of him. You hated how you were crying over this. You hated how you let your walls finally break, and he was there standing in front of you, watching it burn. 

You shook your head, wiping the tears that rolled down your cheeks and tried to catch your breath. 

“But…this isn't love.” You finally said. “This was a prison, and you enjoyed controlling me every second of the day. You enjoyed watching me suffer and gave you everything I had until I was left with nothing. Until… my world just revolved around you, and you didn’t even appreciate any of it. It was never enough for you.”

“That’s not true. I love you.” Eli whispered. 

You shook your head and said, “I don’t. I want this over.”

You watched as Eli stared at you, eyes blinking with tears. He finally took a step back from you. He couldn’t recognize you anymore nor could you recognize him either. He wiped his tears as you watched him walk out of the kitchen. The front door opened and slammed shut as you closed your eyes, sliding your back against the kitchen counter and sobbed on the floor.

The kitchen was silent. It was a ghostly scene, and the only thing that echoed was the sobs that you let out, burying your face in the palm of your hands. 

The flat was filled with silence. Almost like the peace and quiet after the storm. 

Your body felt paralyzed. It was just now that you realized that your body had been aching lately. You have been feeling every emotion that you hid inside of you in your bones and now, you were finally feeling every single pain in your body. You were feeling it in your veins, and your heart beat slowly as you finally got up from the kitchen floor and made your way towards the bedroom. 

You couldn’t stay one second longer in this flat.

It was haunted by all the painful memories, and you didn’t want that anymore. 

You passed by your vanity and for a moment, you saw your reflection in the mirror. You haven’t looked at yourself for a long time. You turned to stare at yourself for a second and saw the dark circles under your eyes. Red puffy wet eyes from crying, face all red and lips trembling.

The glimmer in your eyes had gone dimmed. 

It was a terrifying image of you. 

You couldn’t recognize the person staring back at you. 

You kept replaying every decision that you made in your life, and you couldn’t find where you went wrong. You kept wondering what your life would have been if you hadn't met Eli. You weren’t like this. You used to have friends, you used to go out, and you used to do all the things you love.

When was the last time you did something that you loved? Went shopping? Went out to have dinner with your friends?

When was the last time you talked to your friends?

You got lost along the way when you entered this relationship, and you couldn’t find your way back. You have been trying to pick your broken pieces that scattered all over the floor but every time you glued it back together, Eli knew how to break them again. 

Entering this illicit affair with Joe, you didn’t realize how love could be so light. You didn’t realize how blinded you have been ever since Eli has broken every part of you. 

Grabbing your duffel bag, you knew you only had a couple hours before Eli would probably come back. Grabbing every single piece of clothing that you owned, you threw them all in your bag and grabbed the important documents that you have and slid them in your purse.

You needed to get out. 

This was your last chance before Eli could completely break you. 

Walking out the front door, you looked over your shoulder for a moment. If you walked out of this flat right now, you knew there was no turning back. You knew that this was it. You knew if one day, you would regret it, there was no turning back. Taking a deep breath, you closed the door behind you. You took one step from the front door and knew that the decision had been made. 

You were going to swim to the shore and taste the freedom that you deserved. 

No more drowning.

No more choking in your own tears. 

You would be free.

Getting inside the cab, you could see the flat building getting smaller from the rearview mirror. 

You didn’t want to look back anymore. You wanted to look forward to the long road ahead.

“Hey.” Joe smiled the moment he saw you standing at his front door.

Immediately, his eyes shifted to the bags you were holding in your hands. His smile immediately faded as soon as he saw your red puffy eyes, and he didn’t hesitate to quickly grab your things and let you inside his house. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t call. It happened so fast.” You panicked, your fingers playing nervously. “I… I just didn’t know where else to go and…”

Joe shook his head, his eyes scanning every part of you, making sure you weren’t hurt. He lifted both your arms and immediately checked for any signs of bruises. He saw the tears welling up in your eyes as he cupped your face in his hands, wiping the tears that were rolling down your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Joe whispered, taking you in his arms. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tightly embraced him. You could barely hold yourself together, and Joe was the only one who was keeping you together at this moment before you could completely break altogether. 

“I ended it.” You murmured, burying your face on his shoulder. 

You felt Joe’s cheek leaned against your head, holding you tighter in his arms. Quietly, he took your hand in his, leading you to his bedroom. You sat at the edge of his bed, wiping your tears. Joe knelt down in front of you, holding your hands in his. His worried eyes studied you as he waited until you were ready to talk.

“Let me get you some water.” Joe got up and quickly walked out of the bedroom. 

Not seconds later, he came back with a glass of water in his hand. You haven’t said a word since then as Joe pulled you close in his arms, caressing your arm softly.

“We had a fight.” You managed to finally say a word. “He was begging for me to stay, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t.”

Joe gripped his hold of you tighter as you buried your face on his chest. 

“It’s okay.” He cooed. 

“I told him everything and at the end, he still wouldn’t admit what he had done.” 

“Hey,” Joe pulled away and stared deep into your eyes. “I want you to know that you’re so brave and so strong for doing this, okay? I’m here with you every step of the way.” 

Joe wiped your tears, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not strong.” He whispered. 

You nodded your head, every part of you yearning for his touch as you stayed in Joe’s arms. You felt safe. You felt comfortable and warm. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace. 

Joe helped you lay on his bed and pulled the covers over you. Your dark circles under your eyes along with your red puffy eyes were telling him a lot that you needed to rest. That you needed to stop for a moment and finally let everything settle after everything that happened tonight. 

Your exhausted body moved close next to his, your eyes closed, feeling like you could sleep for an eternity in Joe’s arms. You could hear his heart beating in a steady pace, his arms were the walls of your new home that kept you safe. 

“Stay, please.” You murmured.

Joe couldn’t help but smile as he gently squeezed your arm that was around his waist. A soft kiss planted on your hair again as you let out a soft hum.

“Get some rest, love.” He murmured. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

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[impala-dreamer]

Of Whipped Cream & Body Heat

A Supernatural Story

~After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam 

2192 Words

Warnings: NSFWish... Banter and Romance and Snark and Fluff and Just... I love it. I LOVE IT. Please Enjoy. 

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“I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you planned this.”

Y/N popped a hip and chewed on a fingernail, staring angrily at the big metal door blocking her exit.

The fluorescent lights above were harsh, sure to blind them both if they looked up for too long. The air being circulated through the walk in fridge was so cold that she could feel her nipples and everything else perk towards too hard.

Dean scoffed. “Why the hell would I have planned this?”

He shifted against the back wall and stretched his long legs out, taking a moment to regroup. His head was still bleeding and Y/N frowned at the cut above his eye when she glared back at him.

“You’ve probably got a concussion,” she sighed, grabbing a head of lettuce off the shelf to her left and chucking it at him. “Put that on your head.”

Dean cocked a brow in confusion. “Uh… why?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s cold. You gotta stop the swelling. You don’t want a bump, do you?”

Annoyed, he tossed the cabbage back and it landed at her feet. “I don’t want that.”

“So sorry you disapprove, but the frozen peas are next door in the freezer!”

“Why are you yelling at me!”

“You’re yelling, too!”

“Because you’re yelling at me!”

“I fucking- I- Damnit, Dean!”

Pursing his lips, he let it go and looked away, trying to think up a plan to get them out of there.

They were chasing a monster- again- and things went south- again. They weren’t really even sure just what they were dealing with other than that it was big, fast, and conked them both on the head before they knew what was happening. The knock out sucked, but waking up trapped in a fridge was proving to be even worse.

Dean yanked his phone from his pocket and made a show of holding it up to look for bars.

“I got nothing,” he sighed, pressing random buttons just in case.

“Of course you don’t.”

“What?”

Y/N nearly growled. “We’re in a big metal box. You’re not gonna have a signal in here. It’s science.”

His nostrils flared. “Don’t ‘science’ me, Y/N/N. You know I hate that.”

She crossed her arms defiantly. “Science?”

“No. When you act like you know everything and I’m just an idiot grunt. I know things, too, OK?”

Y/N clicked her tongue and let the anger sizzle. She turned her back on Dean and slammed her fist into the door.

“Hello! Hello! Someone help us!”

Dean kicked a knee up and leaned his arm on it. “No one’s gonna hear you, it’s past one in the morning.”

Again, she banged on the door. “Hello! I’m trapped in here with a grunt person and he’s very annoying!”

He seethed. “Get over yourself.”

She glared. “You.”

Green eyes narrowed. Pink lips curled. “You.”

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes, done with him and then entire hunt. “I give up.”

Dean picked at a split nail on his left thumb. “Yeah, well, so do I.”

“Great.”

Tossing her arms up in surrender, Y/N spun and threw her back against the wall. The metal was freezing and she drew her arms in across her chest.

Silence hung between them like their breath, dancing in the air before their noses both threatening and childishly amusing.

Time ticked by and Y/N squinted, trying to read Dean’s watch from across the room.

“How long we been in here?” she asked, teeth starting to chatter noticeably.

Dean peeked at the time. “Half hour, maybe. Dunno.”

She shivered. “Wonderful.”

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “A little.”

Hoping to his feet, Dean shrugged off his top layer and walked across the fridge, holding it out for her.

“Take it.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

A heavy sigh came out like dragon’s breath and Dean ducked down to grab her arm, lifting her onto her feet. “Come on. Just take it.”

“What about you?” She looked up with worried eyes, finally over the annoyance and throbbing headache.

“Ah, I’ll be fine. I’m layered.” He winked as he tossed the green canvas over her shoulders and buttoned the top button. “There ya go. Better?”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks.”

It was a thousand times better. The jacket was a little smelly, tinged with smoke and gun oil and something that was similar to but not altogether taco seasoning. Still, it was warm and Y/N sank into the heat as she calculated how long they could last in thirty eight degrees.

Dean watched her closely. “You’re doing math,” he said with a soft laugh. “I know that nose crinkle anywhere.”

Y/N gasped, feigning offence. “I don’t have a math face.”

“Sure you don’t.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about the cold,” he told her, moving away to inspect the food lining the walls.

“Yeah? What would you worry about?”

“Oxygen.”

She tried not to show her nervousness. “W-what?”

Picking through a box of vegetables, he nodded. “Yeah. We’re in a big metal box, right? Probably sealed up real good. You should be more worried about running out of air. We’ll suffocate before we freeze to death.”

The chill gripped her bones and Y/N’s eyes went wide. In her worst nightmares, she was always drowning or suffocating, dying in some horrid fashion unable to breathe. Her lip trembled.

“Dean, I-”

Her voice cracked with fear and he turned, smug and unaffected.

“Wait a minute.” Her brain defrosted and she sneered. “You asshole. There’s vents right there!” She shoved a hand towards the back right corner of the fridge. “We’re not gonna suffocate. But you may die bloody if you keep this up.”

“Hey, now-”

An apple flew at his head and Dean dodged it at the last second.

“Hey!”

“You should eat more fruit anyway,” she jeered.

“Oh, I’ll eat more fruit, alright!”

Y/N laughed. “How is that a come back? Are you threatening me by threatening to eat better?”

Dean’s face turned as red as the aerial apple. “I- You- Damnit. Shut up.”

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are more frustrating than a- a-”

“A what?”

“A something very frustrating…”

Again, they dropped into quiet, each on their own side of the six by nine foot room.

When her worry grew too strong, Y/N cracked the silence. “Sam will come get us, right?” she blurted, words exploding like a cloud of smoke from her lips.

Dean chewed his lip and nodded, though his face was twisted with concern. “Yeah. Totally. Hundred percent. He’s probably on his way right now.”

She didn’t believe him. Sam hadn’t even known where they were going and the GPS on their phones was dead because their phones were dead. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

Y/N picked at a string inside the sleeve of his jacket. Her fingers were painfully cold, the tip of her nose felt like ice, her ears were numb.

“I don’t wanna die in here,” she whispered, looking up at the big handle-less door.

Dean’s jaw twitched as he swallowed down a rush of worry. “We won’t. I promise.” Her eyes flickered over to him and guilt walloped Dean in the chest. “What, you don’t believe me?” he teased, hoping to get her to laugh.

She shrugged, too cold to argue. Back still against the door, she folded in on herself, tucking her chin to her chest and hugging her knees.

Even from across the room he could see how badly she was shaking, and it made him realize he was vibrating with cold as well.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, pushing up and away from the nearly freezing floor.

Y/N watched him stalk across the fridge, fear leaking into her face as he got close.

“W-what’re you doing- Oh!”

Dean sat down before she could stop him and pulled her close, crushing her face into his chest. He was cold too, but the added layers had given him a little temperature cushion, and Y/N sank into his residual warmth. She exhaled hard and slid her hands beneath his flannel, hugging tight.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.”

Dean rested his chin on the top of her head. “No, you’re just icy.” He could hear her teeth clinking together and he rubbed his hands vigorously down her back and upper arms. “Figure we can share some body heat before it’s all gone.”

She didn’t respond.

Y/N closed her eyes and let him take care of her, resisting the urge to make a nasty comment or start their fight up again. There was never a reason for their continuous bickering except for the obvious, unrequited love story brimming beneath the surface of their friendship. And it wasn’t as if they didn’t know of each other’s feelings, it was just that life was too hard already, and adding a romantic relationship into the mix felt like more work than it was worth.

So they fought.

A lot.

He felt good wrapped around her, somewhat warm and mostly soft. She ran her fingers up his back and the muscles flexed, shoving too many ideas into her head.

“Thank you,” she purred, curling deeper into him.

Dean sucked on his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like apples. Not like the artificial apple flavoring that for some reason was always neon green; no, she smelled like fresh apples on a tree. Like he was walking through a sunlit orchard with her, hands clasped, smiles bright and-

“Uh-” Dean shook himself and cleared his throat. “Yeah. No problem. Could be a while before Sammy tracks us down so-”

“Yeah. But he will. I know he will.”

His heart was beating fast, she could hear it if she pressed her ear to the center of him. It beat a little faster when her hand slid from his back to his hip, faster still when she lay it on his thigh.

“Dean?”

Too afraid that his voice would break, he hummed without moving his lips. “Hmm?”

She hooked her nails along the seam of his jeans and tugged slightly.

“I’ve read that skin-to-skin contact is the best for… sharing body heat…”

His heart pounded like a jackhammer.

Y/N grinned.

“There ya go getting all sciency on me again.”

She bit her lip and pulled back, looking up at him. “Science has been known to save lives, you know.” She shifted, twisting around so that she was up on her knees, eye level with him. “Just a thought… Maybe we should-”

Green eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes.”

He reached for her face; giant right hand sliding against her cheek and pulling her in.

The kiss was awkward and uncertain. Y/N couldn’t stop a laugh from bubbling up inside and Dean couldn’t decide which was to tilt his head. They faltered and pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other.

Y/N coughed. “Well. That was-”

Dean frowned and shrugged. “I mean, as far as first kisses go, it was really-”

“Rather…”

“Shit.”

Y/N laughed and turned back to him, hiding her face in her hands. “It really was.”

Dean sat up straight and squared his shoulders. “We can do better.”

“You sound so sure.”

His smirk was too much to handle. “Practice makes perfect.”

It really did.

Their next kisses were the good kind of sloppy and they quickly found a rhythm, falling head first into each other. Shirts were cast aside, jeans were wriggled out of, and boots flew across the floor. Hands explored, tongues tasted, pleasures were matched. Their breath floated above them in foggy crystalline clouds and friction kept them alive.

When the door finally opened, they were lounging together by the back wall, tangled up, laughing and squirting whipped cream into each other’s mouths.

Sam burst in, gun raised, brow furrowed and sweaty. Panting, he took a quick look around before his eyes settled on the two captives.

“Hey! I- uh-” Lowering his gun, he straightened up, entire form on edge as he struggled to explain the scene to himself. “What’s going on?”

“Sammy!” Dean beamed from the floor, a bit of cream hanging from the corner of his lip. “What took ya so long?”

Visually offended, Sam averted his eyes. “Looking for you,” he said firmly. “Again, what is going on?”

Y/N laughed and licked the whipped topping from Dean’s mouth. “We got hungry. There was pastry…really good cannoli-like thing.” She looked at Dean. “It was a cannoli, right?” He nodded. “Yeah. And then I found this thing of whipped cream and…ya know… we’re eating it.”

Exasperated, Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah. OK. But… Why are you naked?”

Dean chuckled and grinned up at his little brother. “Science.”

Y/N nodded and stuck the cream nozzle into her mouth. “Science!”

Done with his brother, his friend, the case, and anything else that God wanted to throw his way, Sam hung his head and turned away, heading back into the warmth of the dark restaurant kitchen. “Science.”

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“Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!”

Mary laughed at her friend’s voice in the crowded bar, taking a sip of her drink, “No, don’t get excited, Rach. I can’t stay that long.”

Rachel groaned, swaying a little, clearly far drunker than she should be at this time of night, “No! You never come out anymore since you started working! You were supposed to be here two hours ago and Mark was asking after you.”

Mary rolled her eyes, “Mark, will find someone else to fuck tonight, I am positive.”

She didn’t bother to deny the fact that she was late. She’d known she would be as soon as Tharman got home and he’d picked Kate up with a roar, his hair falling in his eyes and his smile bright and her stomach dropped when he looked at her.

“Hey, do you have time for a coffee tonight?”

It had become their little routine, somewhere along the way, Kate laying on the floor in the living room, enjoying her TV time and just for a moment Mary could pretend that this was her life. Tharman’s leg brushing hers as he told her about his day and everything about him drew her in closer. The stupid little crush she’d developed on him, threatening to drown her.

So even though she knew that if she didn’t leave right that second she’d be late for her friend’s birthday she nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

He’d grinned at her as pulled a bag of pastries from his satchel, “I was hoping you’d say yes.”

What was she supposed to say to that?! To the man who had absolutely no idea the fact he had on her. The man who saw her as his friend’s daughter.

“You’re boring now that you have a job.”

Mary clicked her tongue, “Well I do have to be responsible for the care of a child in the morning.”

“Not to mention the fact that you want to impress Daddy.”

Mary laughed, taking a swig of her drink, feeling her head starting to buzz just a little. “See, that’s why I don’t need top hook up with Mark anymore. I have a brand new vibrator and the memory of DILF Daddy Sharma’s hands on my waist when I slipped on a wet step this afternoon.”

Rachel guffawed, “Oh I bet the step was wet you dirty bitch.”

Mary rolled her eyes, letting out a groan of frustration, “He’s so fucking hot. And his daughter’s so fucking cute, she’s so sweet and he’s such a good Dad and I want that?”

“You want to have a good Dad?”

“I want a cute Dad for my fictional child.”

“Oh, she wants a daddy.”

“I do want a daddy.” Mary sighed, “Just as one little treat, I want to stop fucking guys like Mark and fuck a sweet little aeronautical engineer. Is that so wrong?”

“I don’t think it’s wrong, but you objectifying a man who wears Birkenstocks is fucking wild.” Rachel laughed, gesturing to the bartender for a round of shots, “Okay, let’s have some ore drinks, and forget all about DilF Tommy boy.”

“His name’s Tharman.”

“Imagine your dad’s face if you fucked his friend though. Hilarious.”

“Unfortunately I think the closest I’m going to get to that is his battery operated namesake.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m your best friend.” Mary hummed jerking her head, “Do your shot before I change my mind.”

_________________

“Alright Katie Kat, time to clean up, Appa will be home soon.”

Mary’s head ached a little as Kate clapped her hands over her finished artwork of what appeared to be a dog co-piloting a plane next to her, all the colours bleeding into one another. It made Mary smile, swatching the tiny little girl with so much joy on her face as paint covered her hands and face and all over plastic table cloth Mary had put down to protect the table.

“Can we hang this one up? It’s a good one, Mary-Mary.”

Mary smiled at the nickname, kneeling down in front of the tiny girl whose curls were hanging down in her face. “Of course we can, Your Dad will want to see this one for sure.”

“Daddy loves all of my pictures.” Kate said proudly.

Daddy is fucking right.

“Why don’t you run upstairs and wash your hands and I’ll pop this one outside to dry?”

“K!”

Kate hugged Mary tightly around the middle before she ran off and Mary smiled after her, her heart fluttering in her chest. She sighed, a little glad to finally have a minute to herself. She took Kate’s painting, walking it carefully out to the tiny back garden and weighting it down before making her way back inside for the water and the paint palette to wash.

she should have been paying more attention but she let her mind wander as she stepped outside, sighing. She was thinking about how her fingers had typed out a text last night to Tharman and how her cheeks had burned this morning when she’d seen it, mercifully unsent.

“Fuck’s sake!”

The jar of dirty water had slipped through her fingers and splashed all over her white Tshirt, followed by the paint palette. Mary pulled the sopping shirt away from her skin, the string smell of the paint making her gag a little with her hang over. She spotted a sweater over the back of a chair not too far away and deliberated for a moment before she sighed.

She pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor and reaching out for Tharman’s sweater, the fabric soft under her fingertips. She could nearly smell his cologne clinging to it as she lifted it up and-

“Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

Mary let out a surprised squeak at the sound of Tharman’s voice, spinning around. He was staring at her, with his lips parted in surprise and his hand was stopped halfway to his hair. She could feel his eyes burning into her skin and something tense rippled through the air as she stood half naked in his garden, the moment stretching on longer and longer. Heat flickered in the pit of her stomach as she saw Tharman’s throat bob convulsively and his hands tightened to fists at his sides.

She cleared her throat, “Sorry, Kate and I were painting and I… very stupidly got paint all over my short. I was just going to…” She pointed at the sweater, “Pop this on while I washed mine.”

Tharman seemed to shake himself, swallowing again and shuffling awkwardly, “I um… sorry, you um… you caught me by surprise. Yes, please, take that. Why don’t you… keep it actually I um..” He pointed back inside, “I just need to take care of something.”

He scrambled back into the house leaving Mary staring after him and goddamn it, when she went home that night she pulled the sweater over her nose as she fell into bed.

#mile high #mary x tharman #mary sharma