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#had a real and scary panic attack after driving yesterday#it s like I feigned confidence and I could drive perfectly fine before but I took a little break without driving and boom#I’m reminded of how fucjing seriously debilitating my anxiety can be#and my sister was yelling at me the whole time#and when I parked she just started lecturing me the entire time of everything I did wrong and I couldn’t stop myself from crying#and then suddenly I couldn’t fucking breathe man it was fucking terrifying#I’m so so so tired of just living in fear man it sucks so bad#why can’t I just be normal why can’t I just not have trauma why can’t I just not have any mental illnesses#why can’t I just live my life without any baggage this fucjing sucks so much#I’m so scared to drive I’m so scared to stand up for myself and explain to her that her yelling isn’t helping me at all#I’m already terrified to drive and I’m teeeified to make mistakes on top of that and it’s just getting yelled at like that after really jusr#confirmed my fears with making mistakes and now I feel like that terrified child again and I’m regressing#and it’s like all these months of uplifting myself can just get fucked by one fuck up? I hate feeling this way and I know I just need more#time to process and reverse the negative thoughts I have of myself#but until I get that time I feel so sucky#I haven’t thought of killing myself in fucjing forever !!!!!!!! and here I am feeling the same way#but I drove man all the way and I parked#so I’m still proud of myself#I cant give up after one fuck up I can’t#but it’s just the pain is real and I feel like if I was anybody else I wouldn’t be having such an overwhelming reaction for making mistakes#while driving or for anything really but I’m me and the child living in me was hurt and punished and abused#and having this level of a fear of making mistakes might’ve been a learned reaction because of the consequences#but I want to comfort her and nurture her and heal her and get out of this survival mode and take criticism with stride#instead of having a breakdown over it#and withdrawing back into myself because that’s where I feel safe
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Caught
Simon Riley-Ghost Imagine
After a night of drinks, you find Ghost in a compromised position.
Warnings!Pervy! Ghost! Jerking off! Oral! Female receiving! Choking! Degrading! Unprotected sex! Light slapping! Light breeding kink!
You were celebrating after a successful mission, drinks all around and you were laughing at something Soap said, trying to hide the fact that you were watching Ghost through the corner of your eye.
Your crush on him started early on. You felt drawn to his stoic, sarcastic and somewhat arrogant Attitude. But he never gave away anything other than politeness to you. Sometimes he was stern, the Lieutenant bound by duty and leadership only wanted the best for his team. But you…you couldn’t help your feelings towards him.
Ghost wasn’t your opposite per say but he was harder to read. Sometimes he was so still it was difficult to tell if he was even breathing. He walked off suddenly, his wide back the only thing you saw as he disappeared. Most likely to go to his quarters.
“Stare much?” Soap teased and you blushed. And jerked your head to face the other man but your eyes lingered on the spot where Ghost had been standing.
“I wasn’t.��� You immediately grow defensive and Soap scoffs but drops the subject. He knew better than to push you beyond your limits.
As the night went on and several drinks later, you stumbled down the small maze leading to your barrack. You were laughing at nothing but then a noise brought you to slow down.
It was faint but…it sounded like…moans? You blushed furiously when you realized someone was in…a compromising position. But the moaning was inside your room as you grew closer to your door. You growled. Someone was fucking in your room?? You opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake up the rest of the team when your eyes widened and your mouth parted. And you felt instantly sober.
Ghost was sitting on your bed. His legs were spread, pants pulled off with his black boxers around his big thighs. His shirt was lifted as his thick, heavy, purple tipped cock was wrapped around the black material of your favorite pair of panties. His hand was gripping his dick tightly, his knuckles taut as he rolled his hips into the motions, his breathing heavy and filled with low grunts.
You stood there for several seconds with a mix of emotions. What the fuck was happening? And then he started saying your name in a low rumble. His pelvis jerked against the panties.
Your entire drawer was rummaged through, your pillows, you could see the stains even in the dim light as they leaked with cum.
“Ghost!” You harshly whispered at him which caused him to jolt and immediately drop your underwear.
His mask was still on but his eyes revealed a horrified, guilty and dark expression. He scanned your body, taking in your uniform you still wore, fitted to every curve of your body and before centering on your breasts. You subconsciously covered them by folding your arms. You wanted to scream at him for the invasion but you refrained for two reasons. One, you didn’t want to wake everyone up and embarrass him and two. Seeing the guy you had a crush on fucking your underwear wasn’t exactly a bad sight. But still. What the hell was going on?
Ghost tucked away his cock by pulling up his boxers, his thick fingers flexing as he slowly stood up. He was much taller than you, especially since you weren’t wearing thick boots now. His broad shoulders were shrunken down, as if he was trying to appear smaller and less intimidating. It only half worked since you were still terrified of confronting him about his theft.
“Ahem. What are you doing? I know what you’re doing-but why were you doing it?” You hissed at him in a low whisper and he flinched. You breathed slower, trying to calm your nerves and assess the situation. Ghost stood like a statue, much different than his previous actions.
“Well?” You said, a little louder and set your hands on your hips. You took the opportunity to glance at your panties that were discarded on the floor. In the center was a wet patch of creamy fluid and you blushed furiously.
“I was-um-“ Ghost, the large, brutal leader was before you, stuttering his words feet away from you. You had a brief power exchange. You were now the one going to ask him direct questions with a cold sternness.
But secretly…you enjoyed this. You liked seeing him nervous and still. Afraid of your reaction for once. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth as he breathed shallowly. “Fucking hell.” He muttered before shifting away from you.
“Know you’re probably disgusted by me. Understand that. I would be…confused. But I can’t deny it anymore.” Ghosts' brown eyes settled on your face, looking for any signs of emotion to indicate what to say next. But your own features were masked by a scowl that you were using to draw him out. Make him admit to whatever he was feeling. You’d never get this chance again. You stepped forward, hands still on your hips and squeezing the bone. You raised an eyebrow, signaling him to finish his sentence.
“Thinking about ya. Wanting you. Been wanting you for ages now. This was as close as I could get. Figured you’d like it to be soap instead of me.” He situated himself, trying to move his erection away from you. “Stupid really. I should have known better. I shouldn’t haven’t stayed here.”
You were overwhelmed by his confession. But you shouldn’t have been. Even if Ghost did have feelings for you, why would he show it? He never revealed himself or showed any sort of vulnerability. You weren’t the exception in that regard. But the way he was staring at you with his deep set gaze, focused eyebrows made him look genuine with his statement. If he thought you wanted Soap, it was simply because you were comfortable with him as a friend. Ghost made you feel nervous and avoidant. Especially since you never imagined he’d feel the same way about you. Or fuck your panties for gods sake.
“Ghost. I’m not exactly sure how to respond to it other than honesty. I’m surprised with you. I’d never expect you to be here. Or to feel the same way.” You figured that was a decent middle ground.
His head snapped in your direction and you could see his mouth set in a line before he settled into a tense silence. You expected him to continue his sentiment but he didn’t. He just stood there. Staring at you. You wondered if maybe you misunderstood his intent was just to fuck you and you immediately wanted to curl in a ball. Oh god, what if you were wrong? So wrong.
“You have feelings for me.” This was a statement. Not a question from him. And your own stare widened imperceptibly and you swallowed, trying to dampen your suddenly dry mouth.
You weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t want to repeat yourself for any chance of humiliation but you also couldn’t ignore his response. “Yes.” You kept your reply simple. Ghost remained still but his head moved to a slow, careful nod and he tapped his finger along his side. He seemed almost impatient with you.
You noticed his body move an inch closer, hearing his boots click on the ground and you realized he was still in his boxers. You were so focused on his face that you ignored his muscles. His wide shoulders, big arms, meaty hands that were covered in faint slick as he approached you with an eerie silence. Years of training made him able to walk without making noise but you looked up at him as his shoes nearly touched yours. You could see his bare chest moving up and down with determination.
“How long?”
“What?” You couldn’t hardly focus on anything but the heat radiating off him like a furnace. Ghost started to slouch, trying to shorten the distance between you both. His mouth twitched from underneath his mask.
“How. Long?” Ghost says. This time with more demand. His palms are pressed against his upper thighs. You started trembling. You weren’t going to get out of this without telling him the truth.
“Since I first saw you.” You replied quietly. “So. A while.”
Ghost nodded before sweeping over your features. Assessing you. Looking for a trace of a lie. His experience of interpreting facial expressions coming through. You felt like you were losing whatever power you had minutes ago.
You felt like you were invading his privacy. Instead of the other way around.
“Mhm.” He grunts.
You desperately want to reach forward but you’re still afraid. Afraid of rejection. Maybe he’ll put on his clothes and laugh at you.
You witness his hand start to raise, painfully slow as his warm fingers brush against your collar. Your eyebrows shit up as his palm then presses against your throat, his digits sliding around to cup your neck. His pressure was firm but you could break out if you truly wanted.
And you didn’t want to.
You bite your lip as his other hand comes to rest on your waist.
“Take it off.” His tone is curt. And you hesitate before fumbling to unbutton your shirt before he shakes his head sharply.
“My mask. Take it off.”
Your stomach dropped at his request. Goosebumps prickled your arms underneath your clothes. Your position with him, so vulnerable as he was holding your neck. He could so easily hurt you, his enormous strength and tactical approach with combat. And now he wanted to show you his face. Something he never did. You’d heard rumors. That he was handsome beyond measure. And he never denied it. Your hands found his mask, fingers shaking as you carefully unhooked it from around his ears. You peeled off the fabric, showing his face and you gasped.
Ghost had a sharp jawline, downturned medium sized lips, a nose that was almost as clean cut as his face. His eyes were deep set and so dark they looked like the earth ground. They were amber in the sun. His hair was light, a sight you didn’t expect as his lashes matched. His eye makeup was smeared but did little to hide his beauty. You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs on his skin.
“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper and he gives you a faint smile.
“Yeah? You think so, sweet girl?” Chills made your nipples hard and you shuddered as his hold tightened. Ghost brought you near, his lips going to your ear. His tongue darted out, flicking against the shell and he groaned. “Taste as sweet as your words, princess.”
You tightened your hands around his face, “Fuck it.” You said to yourself before crashing your lips to his. His lips were a little chapped but your core fluttered as Ghost moaned deeply against your mouth. He immediately pinned you against the wall, his big hands cupping your ass as he lifted you, forcing you to encircle your thighs around his waist.
Ghost grinds into you, his dark dick pressing against your cunt that grows wetter inside your pants. The material of his boxers adds friction as he shoves his tongue into your mouth before sucking yours, kissing you ravenously before sweeping his tongue all over your mouth. But it wasn’t gross, not like other guys and girls you’d made out with. You bury your hands into his hair, pulling it as you try to merge your bodies together. Ghost decides the wall isn’t good enough and carries you to the best. He slams you on the mattress without breaking the kiss and paws at your shirt, ripping it in half and showing your breasts inside your black bra.
He rips away from you, panting as his palms the flesh of your tits, “fucking beautiful, baby girl. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He leans down, peppering kisses to your flesh before he sucks harshly. Intending on leaving marks, and you welcome the pleasurable pain. You grind your clothed pussy against his cock and he growls against your chest.
“Fucking whore, ain’t ya? Do you like this? Like being my little bitch?” You choke on a moan as he moves to your nipple, giving them a harsh tug with his teeth and your back arches, Ghost’s cock against his thigh moves against you as he focuses attention on the left nipple, flicking his tongue to soothe his teeth marks.
You dig your nails into his skin, your legs yanking him closer by his hips and you crash your lips to his in a mess of tongue and teeth. Ghost actually whimpers into your mouth and your core drips inside your pants that he starts to remove. His blunt nails dug into your thighs as he dragged them down, exposing your sticky underwear in the center. Ghost brushed his fingers against your cunt, shivering at the feeling of your arousal.
“This for me, doll?” He teased before bending down, he lewdly licked a stripe over the lace making you jerk.
“Mhm,” you manage before he returns to his motions and kitten licks the underwear. His tongue is wide and flat, you grind your hips against his face, trying to get some sort of relief and try to take off your panties. But he stops you.
“Uh uh. That’s only for me to do. You’re losing another pair.”
“Another?” You breathe and he nods.
“You don’t think that’s the first one I took,do you? Messy little girl. Creaming all over me and I haven’t even tongue fucked you yet.” He grunts before pulling them and setting the underwear on the ground.
Ghost buried his face into your pussy, his tongue licking a firm and deliberate stripe before swirling around your clit. You threw your head back, clenching your stomach as you felt his teeth gently against you as he slurped and sucked like a man starved. He moved his head up and down, trying to get every single ounce of arousal as it smeared all over his face, coating his nose and mouth. Your thighs probably were suffocating him but he was very enthusiastic about keeping them in place as his fingers dug into your skin.
“You taste so fucking good, bunny. Can’t get enough. Want you to cum all over my face.” He groans as you start bucking your hips even harder and he guides your pelvis to move, faster and faster before your stomach uncoils and you feel a lightning explosion in your core.
Only seconds passed before he was on top of you, pulling out his cock from his boxers, not even taking them off as he rubbed it along your clit, smearing your cum all over before he shoved it inside, filling you up to the hilt and your hands were clawing at his arms in a welcome stretch.
His bulbous dick hit every deep spot inside you perfectly, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted hard and made the bed squeak. His filthy sounds were animalistic as his hand wrapped around your neck.
“Fuckin cum slut. Your eyes are rolling back. Like me taking you like this? Like a bitch in heat?” His words were muffled by you growing light headed from the pressure but you enjoyed every second of his strength and brutal pace as his cock hit the softest part of your cunt.
“Simon,” you cried out before clamping your mouth shut. You didn’t mean to use his real name but he slapped your cheek lightly with a nod.
“Mhm, say it. Say it again.” He encouraged you and you blinked away tears as you felt like he was pleasantly splitting you open.
“Simon, you’re a pervert. You’re a whore.” Your words did little to slow him down, instead he increased his rhythm and smirked at you.
“But you like it, dirty slut.” Ghost bit his lip as your eyes squeezed shut. Your second orgasm hitting you hard, and you screamed.
He clamped his hand on your mouth, “no one else gets to hear you but me.” He snaps before reaching down and rubbing your clit. “Give me more. Want to fill you up. Fuck a baby into you.”
You were crying now, a wet sound as he painfully thrusted one more time, before stalling and spilling into you. Ropes of cum gushing into you and coating your insides. You felt it drip out, oozing onto your thighs and sinking into the bed. Your vision went white as he collapsed on top of you, pulling out his leaking dick and he started pumping his cum into you with his hand, “get every fucking drop, baby girl.”
You fucking twitched as the unsastiable male bent down, scooping out your arousal and started sucking his fingers with a deep rumble of a moan. “God, you taste so fucking good. It’s my favorite thing. Can’t get enough of you.” Ghost said between sucks.
“You’re so-“ you gurgled and he moved up and kissed you, making you taste both of you together.
He slips his tongue into your mouth, flicking it over your teeth before massaging yours. “Want you to ride me- think you can go a second round?”
You felt like your entire energy was depleted but you rapidly nodded.
It was going to be a long night.
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Steve doesn’t talk about his nightmares. He assumes they all get them, it’s clearly just something you have to accept after going through the shit that they’ve gone through. He deals with it, like he deals with everything.
One night he wakes from a nightmare and there’s someone in his room, and he’s frozen and he’s terrified and he can’t reach his bat. He feels like his chest is about to explode until a second later when the figure moves in front of the window, hands held up in front of him and eyes wide with concern.
“Eddie,” Steve says, his voice scraping out of his body. “What – what are you doing here?”
Eddie cocks his head. “Many, many vodka shots, couldn’t drive home, crashed on your couch, etc. etc. You don’t remember?”
Steve does, now, the sound of Eddie’s voice bringing reality back, and he nods. “Yeah, uh, so many vodka shots. But…?” he trails off, gesturing to his bedroom.
“I heard you.” Eddie shrugs, then climbs onto the bed like it’s no big deal, shoving aside the messy blankets and sitting cross-legged next to Steve. For a moment he’s backlit by the light outside, his curls a frizzy halo. “Nightmares suck. You okay?”
Steve sucks in a long breath and pushes his sweaty hair out of his face with a shaking hand. “Uh, sure.” Eddie doesn’t look convinced. He heard him. “What, um, what did I say?”
Because sometimes the dreams are about things that actually happened, like him and his friends being attacked by monsters, and sometimes they’re about things that didn’t actually happen but almost did, like Eddie and Max dying. Sometimes they’re about brand-new horrors that he hasn’t even experienced yet. His mind is impressive that way.
“You just screamed a lot.” Eddie holds his gaze, and Steve feels sick to his stomach. Probably explains why he wakes up with his throat hurting so often. Benefits of an empty house.
Eddie shifts, all limbs, and lays down on his side, head propped on one hand. Steve’s plaid comforter is pushed down by his feet, and Eddie tucks his bare toes underneath it. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly.
Steve fights the urge to bury his face in his pillow. “I can’t.”
Eddie accepts this and rolls to his back, hands clasped over his chest briefly until they start waving around as he speaks. “I get nightmares all the time. Always have. Used to be they were about regular little kid stuff, then all the normal high school shit – showing up somewhere without your clothes on, whatever. Wayne was always real nice about it, didn’t make me feel embarrassed, just kind of sat with me or brought me water, you know.” Eddie glances over to Steve’s bedside table where there’s already a glass of water, and he meets Steve’s eyes.
“No, I’m good,” Steve says, with a little snort. “Do you, um, have different nightmares now?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Eddie says, turning back on his side to fully face Steve. “I keep thinking they’ll be great material for song lyrics, or campaigns, once they stop scaring the living daylights out of me. Worst ones are where I’m getting bitten over and over by those god damned demobats, man. Fucking sharp-ass teeth, ripping me apart. Hurts like hell, can’t believe how much it hurts. And that thing where you wake up and still feel it, right, like the pain is real for a minute even though it’s just a dream? Like a pain-echo? God, I hate that.”
“Me too,” Steve says, and he takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “It’s like that for me, too. Really scary.” He stretches, feeling some of the tension leave his body, and relaxes down into his pillow. He no longer feels like he’s on a rollercoaster without a safety bar. He’s not alone. “Thanks.”
Eddie studies him, then reaches down and tugs on the sheet, eventually getting part of it untangled, and pulls it up over Steve’s legs.
Steve knows what’s going to happen next, but he suddenly can’t let it. Without thinking too much about it, he reaches over and touches his hand to where Eddie’s lies between them on the bed. “Would you stay?”
His heart is beating hard in his chest for a reason having nothing at all to do with nightmares, when Eddie twines his fingers together with Steve’s and nods, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “Yeah.”
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Welcome to Your Life
Pairing: dark vampire!Steve Rogers x f!reader
Word Count: ~3.75k
Summary: During a drunken night out on vacation, you're brought to a strange club and presented to a mysterious man. Part of Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Warnings: Horror elements, dark elements, mind control, some blood and gore, feeding on humans, captivity, dub/con, SMUT - All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Divider by @saradika
We're All Monsters
Masterlist
A/N: And here it is, the first part of Vampire Steve's solo story! If you missed his introduction, it was in I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire. You don't need to read that before you read this, but some of the world-building (specifically how his club works) might be helpful. Plus, it's a vampire threesome, so 🥵🥵🥵
This is also the first part of the new, super-expanded supernatural universe that I'm doing with @paperweight91, playing off of what I started with my Psycho Killer AU. Big thanks to Chelsea for all her help on this and for just how much fun it's been to come up with ideas with her for this whole universe.
Now, where it might get slightly confusing, but I really hope it doesn't. This story introduces a new character, Cutter, who will eventually be a reader in one of Chelsea's stories in her werewolf half of this au. She is not physically described at all here, other than being a woman. I hope it gets you excited about what @paperweight91 has in store for her.
As always, any comments, reblogs, or asks are very appreciated. You know how much I love this Steve. Please come screech with me about him!!!
You were shaking. That was the only thing you knew. You didn’t know where you were or what you were doing there. Not even how you’d gotten there, just that you were standing in the back room of some club, surrounded by people—were they people? Of course, they were. What else could they be?!—unable to move, and you couldn’t stop shaking.
You’d been on vacation with some friends in Berlin. You’d all decided to have a wild night out together but were quickly separated. While tipsily searching for them at a club, you’d bumped into a man, an American, who told you his name was Cole. And suddenly, looking for your friends didn’t seem as important. He’d told you he knew a great bar just a few blocks away. You didn’t really remember agreeing to go with him, but now you were here, in a room full of strangers who wouldn’t stop leering at you. No one had done anything or even said anything, but you knew in your bones that you were not safe. And yet, you couldn’t move.
Cole, especially, wouldn’t take his eyes off you, your neck in particular. You desperately wished for something to cover up your club attire. A woman was leaning against the wall in the corner, sharpening her ridiculously long nails with a knife. She looked up occasionally, and this time her gaze landed on Cole, a scowl on her face. “You know he gets first taste,” she said, before looking back down in disinterest.
“I know,” he said, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh.
“Everything has to get his approval before it goes on the menu,” she continued, still not looking up as she filed her nails to a terrifying point.
“Yes,” Cole gritted out, “I know that, Cutter. I’m not fucking new.”
“Then stop acting like you’re jonesing for your next fix. You’re that fucking hungry? Go get yourself something to eat that actually is on the menu.” Nothing they were saying made any sense.
He scowled at her, but started to leave the room, and then, suddenly, stopped. Everyone stopped. Cutter looked up, listening for something, then pushed herself off the wall and made her way over to you. She brushed one of her exceedingly sharp nails over your bottom lip. Looking you in the eye, she breathed, “Kneel, sweetheart.” And you were on your knees before you had any idea what had happened. She smiled at you and added, “Be quiet,” and you knew, in every cell, that you wouldn’t have been able to make any noise if you’d tried.
One of the doors opened and a tall, broad, beautiful man came into the room and you felt the energy of everything change. It was like it was all, yourself included, suddenly charged with electricity. You’d never felt anything like it. He zeroed in on you instantly and made his way over. You felt the instinct to cower, but it was far away, almost like it was behind a wall. And you still couldn’t move anyway. All you could do was shiver.
The man looked at you carefully. “Pretty,” he said, absently. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip just like Cutter had. Then he gripped your chin and angled it up so you were forced to make eye contact. “Give me your wrist,” he said and you couldn’t explain the feeling that moved through your body, only that you reached your wrist up to him, you had to, and waited for him to take it. He took it in his firm grip and placed his thumb right over your pulse point. He pressed down hard and smiled when you still didn’t move, didn’t react. It was like you didn’t know how. And then, something happened, so quickly you couldn’t process it. Fangs descended into his mouth and he lowered his head to your wrist and bit down hard. It was some of the worst pain you’d ever felt, but you didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t until you felt the wetness on your cheeks that you even realized you were crying. It was like all the different parts of you were separated.
He pulled his teeth from your wrist and then licked the wound clean. He grinned at you and said, “You have excellent taste in cocktails, honey.” Then he looked over at Cutter and his smile dropped. “She’s still drunk. You should have known better.”
Her mouth fell open, and then she flung her hand out at Cole who stood sheepishly on the other side of the room. “Cole’s the one who brought her in!”
He was in front of her in a blink, the arm that was still in the air now in his firm grasp. She grimaced. “And you know exactly how good his judgment is,” he growled.
“Steve,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear her.
The man (could you even call him that? Deep down you knew what he was), Steve, brought his face as close to hers as possible. “When I put you in charge,” he said, so lowly, “I expect you to be in charge.”
She just stared at him for a moment meeting his gaze, then dropped her own and nodded. He smiled fondly, you were surprised to see, and kissed her on the cheek. “You know he needs supervision.”
He made his way back to where you were still kneeling, now cradling your arm. He bent down to you slightly and stroked a hand down your neck. “There’s something there, though,” he said, although you weren’t sure who he was talking to. Certainly not to you. “Underneath everything else. I’ll try her again tomorrow and see how she is when the blood’s pure.”
You gazed up at him, confused, and he gripped your chin in his hand. “You may speak,” he said.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” was all you could manage.
“Oh honey, of course, you don’t,” he said with a grin that frightened you. “The good news is that you’ll never need to understand anything ever again.” He looked back up at the room at large. “Set her up in a room upstairs.” He released your chin and made his way to the exit, pausing as he was almost out the door to call “Cole!” over his shoulder. The other man quickly followed him out of the room.
Cutter came to stand in front of you. She looked you in the eye and said, “Up,” and without thinking, you were on your feet. “Such a good girl,” she cooed. “Follow me,” and suddenly that was all you wanted to do.
The room she took you to was better described as a cell. There was a cot, a toilet, and a sink. No windows. Painted grey. It was tiny. Cutter left as soon as you were inside and you heard the door lock behind her.
You sat down on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt the urge to panic but it was like your body wouldn’t cooperate. Your heart rate stayed steady, your breaths even. You were calm, even if that was the last thing you wanted to be.
These people must have done something to you. People, right. You knew what they were. Every single one of them had stared at your neck. Steve had fangs and he’d literally drank your blood. You knew, even if an hour ago you would’ve sworn that was just fantasy. Vampires. You were being held captive by vampires. What the hell?
There was nothing to occupy your time in here except for your thoughts, so you curled up on the cot and tried to convince yourself that it was all a bizarre dream. Eventually, your exhaustion overtook you and you fell asleep.
You weren’t sure when exactly you woke up. You hadn’t seen a single window since Cole had brought you into the building last night. Because sunlight kills vampires, you thought to yourself, somewhat hysterically. Your memories of the night before were… weird. And not just because you swear someone drank your blood. They were patchy. And yes, you’d been drunk, but not that drunk. Not so drunk that you blacked out small portions of the night. And certainly not so drunk that you hallucinated vampires. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There was no way out of the cell. Nothing in it that would help you. All you could do was wait for whatever it was that was coming for you.
Sometime later, hours probably, a slit in the door you hadn’t noticed before was opened, and a tray was slid through. Food. You gathered it quickly and sat on the bed. There was a carton of water and a plate with a large salad that was mostly made up of spinach and lentils. Iron-rich food, your mind supplied. The previous night seemed more and more real.
.You thought about refusing the salad, but you were so hungry, so you ate it. It was surprisingly good, but not what you would have chosen for what would probably be your last meal. You lay back down when you were finished, curled up on your side, and daydreamed of something more satisfying than a spinach salad.
More time passed. You stared at the walls and tried not to freak out. You wondered if your friends had made it back to the hotel. How long it took for them to realize you were missing. Were the police searching for you? Did your family know? You couldn’t help it when the tears started. You were pretty sure you were going to die here.
You dozed in and out for who knows how long. And then the door opened. Steve walked in with Cole behind him, carrying a chair. You jolted up and pressed yourself into the wall. “Stop,” Steve said, and everything did. “Calm down,” and you felt everything in your body slow. Suddenly, you couldn’t access whatever it was that you’d been so scared of. So you sat still and watched him.
Cole handed Steve the chair and he placed it in front of your cot. He sat down and looked at you. His gaze made you feel so small. He reached out his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against your knee. A chill ran up your spine, not just fear, but an excitement too, that you couldn’t explain. “Give me your other wrist,” he said, lowly, and you immediately did. He took it in his hand and brought it up to his nose, forcing you to lean forward. He inhaled deeply. “Much better,” he said. “You’re all sobered up now, aren’t you?”
You didn’t respond. You knew, deep inside yourself, that he didn’t want you to. His fangs dropped and you braced yourself, something in the far recesses of your mind knowing that you should be scared. With a slight grin, he sank his teeth into your wrist. The pain was just as bad as the night before but soon, so much quicker than the last time, it was over and Steve was pulling away, his eyes still locked on you.
“Shit,” he breathed.
“What?” Cole asked, from his place by the door. “She’s that bad?”
“No,” Steve growled. “She tastes like sunshine.” He stood up and leaned over you, running the back of one finger across your cheek. “Precious thing.”
You looked up at him and blinked. “Please,” you said, “please, I want to go home.”
“No, honey,” he cooed, so gently, “you’ll never go home again.” As you tried to process that through the fog, he turned to Cole. “Put her in my private reserves. I’ll have her for dinner.” And then he was out of the room.
Cole looked at you, a pout on his face. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled, “I’ve been waiting for a taste.”
“You’re gonna bite me, too?” you asked, alarmed.
He sighed. “Not anymore. I’d rather not face the true death, thanks.” He looked you in the eye. “Come with me.”
You felt something move through you at that. There was definitely a strong urge to obey that you wouldn’t resist, but it was nothing like what you felt with Steve, or even Cutter, where it was like your body was on strings. It wasn’t a huge weakness, but you were taking note of everything at this point.
Cole took you through a long series of hallways that you couldn’t hope to keep track of. Cole talked the whole way, mostly inane bits about his frustrations with the pecking order in whatever vampire organization this was. You marveled for a moment at the fact that you were describing something to do with mythical monsters as inane. Finally, just as you arrived at a door not dissimilar to the one you’d just come out of, he concluded with “You’re a really good listener.”
You gaped at him. What did he think was happening here? He’d targeted you, done something to you to bring you here where you were trapped and probably going to die and he thought you cared that he didn’t feel respected enough by his fellow monsters???
But staying alive right now was your primary concern, so you just quietly said, “Thank you,” and let him show you into the room.
It was much bigger than the cell, but still small, along the lines of a spacious walk-in closet. There was a plush rug under your feet, a deep rose color. A four-poster bed was to one side covered in a big, fluffy comforter that was in a lighter shade of dusty pink and piled with pillows to match. The far wall was entirely made of mahogany built-in bookcases that were completely full of books. There was a soft-looking armchair in the corner by the shelves. You turned back to Cole and asked, “What is this?”
“It’s your room,” he said with a smile. He looked you in the eye. “Now,” he said, and you felt his words travel through your body. He pointed at a door without breaking eye contact, “that’s your bathroom. You’re going to use it now to get very clean and smooth. There are lotions you’ll use after to make yourself soft. There are things in there,” he pointed to a beautiful armoire in the corner, “for you to change into when you’re done. Steve will be back in a few hours and you will be ready for him. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you said, your voice coming out of you without any conscious thought or effort, “I’ll be ready for Steve.”
“Good girl,” he said, and gently patted your cheek. He stood awkwardly, watching you, but now that the command was in you, you were focused on getting to the bathroom so you could get clean. He was in your way.
“I have to get ready for Steve,” you told him, your voice sounding oddly robotic to your own ears.
Cole blinked at you and then sighed. “Right,” he said, sounding almost forlorn. He stared at you again and then shook his head. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said, stroking one hand down your arm. And then he finally left.
It was the most luxurious shower of your life.
When you came out of the bathroom, clean, smooth, and more moisturized than you’d ever been, you opened the armoire to find a small collection of slips in different sizes hanging in it. You found the one that would fit you best and put it on. It was black, a combination of silk and lace. It felt expensive against your skin. You searched the drawers, and next to a collection of silk briefs, you found a pair of black lace panties that would work for you.
Once you were dressed (or as dressed as you were going to be with what was available), you moved to the bookshelves. They were chock full of every genre and category you could think of. Vaunted classics next to dime store romances. Shakespeare collections and airport schlock. You ran your fingers across the spines, when, suddenly, from behind you–
“If there’s something you particularly enjoy, let me know and I’ll have someone get it for you.”
You spun around to find Steve just inches from you. You hadn’t heard a noise when he’d come in. There was a coldness emanating from him that made goosebumps rise along your flesh. Your breath caught and he grinned. You inhaled and asked, “You aren’t going to kill me?”
He laughed. “Oh no, Sunshine. You’re too delicious. I’m going to be feeding from you for a long, long time.”
You tried to back up, but the wall of bookcases blocked you. You pressed yourself into it anyway. He opened his mouth and you hurried to say “Please don’t make me calm down!”
His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. “Explain,” he commanded and you were obeying before you even registered the word.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel it when you tell me to do things. And I– I don’t know. I don’t know.” You wanted to obey, every part of you was trying, but you had no vocabulary for any of what this was. So you were left chanting, “I don’t know,” over and over.
“Stop,” he said, and of course, everything did. “You can feel it?” he asked. “The compulsion? You actually feel it move through your body?”
The word was new to you, but you knew what he meant. You nodded and he hummed. “Oh, you are very interesting, aren’t you, pet?”
You didn’t say anything to that, just watched him warily. He gave you a sharklike grin that sent chills down your spine and said “Now, calm down.”
And just like before, you felt everything inside you slow. Your body sagged a bit against the shelves, no longer trying to push your way through them.
“There,” he said, cupping your face in his large hand. “Isn’t that better, little pet?”
He guided you to the armchair and sat down in it, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the supernatural strength in his thighs as you settled on top of him, sidesaddle, as he took all of your weight without any reaction at all. He scratched his thumbnail down your jugular and you closed your eyes. “It hurts,” you said, your tone surprisingly flat for how afraid of all this you’d been just a moment before.
“Hmm?” he questioned, as he nuzzled his nose along your throat.
“When you bite me,” you said, still so calm, “it hurts so much.”
“Oh, is that all?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’ll make it feel just as good for you as it will for me.”
With that, he moved one of his hands in between your legs, slowly sliding it up your thigh. His face was fully in the crook of your neck when he mumbled “Feel this,” and you felt the command vibrate through your whole body. The calmness that had flattened you faded away and you let out a little whine when his hand reached your mound. He pushed your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your folds. You gasped as he quickly found your clit, tracing slow lazy circles around it. You tried to grind down onto his hand and you felt him huff a laugh into your neck. His tongue darted out, licking a wide stripe all along your vein. You let out another whine, so desperate this time.
He chuckled again. “I was going to make you get wet for me,” he said, as his fingers began to prod at your hole gently, his thumb still working at your clit, “but I don’t need to, do I? Or at least, not with my voice.” He was right, you were already soaking, and there was no resistance as he slipped one finger inside of you. You squirmed against his hand and he added another finger.
His mouth was still on your neck, lapping and nipping at your jugular, but he hadn’t sunk his teeth in yet. He scissored his fingers for a moment, stretching you so good that you cried out before he added a third. They stroked inside your walls, looking for your spot. He found it and you threw your head back.
“Come on,” he growled, “give me what I need.” He curled his fingers, scraping against that place inside you just right. You screamed as you were thrown over the edge of your orgasm and that’s the moment he finally sunk his fangs into your neck. You felt it, you did. The pain was just as intense as before but mingled with some of the strongest pleasure you’d ever felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your body spasmed around his fingers as he loudly sucked from your neck. You swore that you could feel the blood rushing to both places. You babbled as you coasted along the waves of your orgasm, feeling like it would never end. Even as the aftershocks quieted and slowed down, his mouth was still latched to your neck, taking what he needed from you. Your body was fully collapsed into his now. Everything offered up for the taking.
Finally, his teeth left you and he gently licked the blood from your skin. He slowly removed his fingers from you and you whined at the emptiness. He brought them up to your lips. “Clean up your mess,” he commanded and your mouth dropped open without thinking. He slid his fingers in and you swirled your tongue around them. You tasted yourself, sweet and musky, as you sucked him clean. He pulled them out with a soft pop and wiped them on the bodice of your slip.
You looked at his face. He still had your blood on his lips. You felt the odd urge to kiss him but didn’t have the chance as he pushed you off his lap. Your knees buckled, too weak to stand. He laughed gently, like you might at a cute animal that was struggling, as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. He laid you down and tucked you in. “Rest up, Sunshine,” he cooed, and your body did as it was told, quickly sinking into sleep. “I’ll be back for more soon.”
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Soft footsteps echoed through the garage and Daryl looked up to see you standing beside one of his tables that was littered with parts. You looked a little agitated and were wringing your hands. He was on his feet beside his bike at once.
"Hey—" He grabbed his bandana and began to wipe the oil from his hands. "Are ya okay?" His brow furrowed heavily, casting a shadow over his blue eyes. "I thought ya were s'posed to be out on that run today?" He'd almost asked you not to go himself... He always worried that something would happen to you outside the walls if he wasn't there to protect you. He knew you were capable, but he couldn't talk himself out of the illogical need to keep watch over you.
"I told Glenn I wasn't feeling well," you said, taking a few steps toward him. "I—I'm not okay. Not really," you said abruptly.
Daryl hastily shoved his bandana back in his pocket. "S'goin' on? Somebody botherin' ya?" His blood was already up at just the thought.
You shook your head and chewed on your bottom lip nervously. "No. No... But I can't keep lyin to myself. I just can't."
Daryl's stomach dropped. "What d'ya mean?"
You pulled in a deep breath and it sounded shaky when you let it out. "I have feelings for you, Daryl. I—I've tried to ignore them or tell myself that I'll get over you, but I just can't and I honestly don't think I ever will. And I'm sorry if this is weird for you to hear but I can't keep pretending that I don't feel this way when it's almost consuming me every waking second. And—and I needed you to know and I'm just hoping that it isn't going to ruin things between us..." You hazarded an almost terrified look up at him and the man was still as stone, staring at you blankly. His expression was completely unreadable.
When he finally managed to animate himself again his words were perhaps poorly chosen out of complete surprise. "Yer kiddin' me, righ'?"
Your heart seemed to stall. "N—no, I'm not—" Your face must have fallen, because Daryl suddenly realized how what he'd said must have sounded.
"No, I didn't mean—shit," he cursed under his breath. He shook his hair out of his eyes. "I didn't have any idea that you—and I—"
"You what?" you asked urgently, feeling suspended out of your body.
He gulped and paced over to you, looking down at you through his curtain of wavy hair. "I've liked ya, had feelin's for ya since practically the first time we spoke to each other... I didn't think—"
Your heart leapt in your chest. "Really?" you breathed. How fucking stupid. You'd wasted so much time agonizing over this, never realizing he felt the same way.
Daryl nudged his head up in a nod. "Ain't lyin'. Really."
And it was hard to remember what happened just after that, you were so overwhelmed with wild happiness, but the anxiety and sick nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach evaporated, and somehow, the next moment, your lips were on his and his hands were on your waist and in your hair and clasping your cheek.
Prompt: "I can't keep lying to myself."
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Paparazzi
request: can you write one where Harry and y/n get swarmed by paparazzi really abruptly and one of them hurts her either accidentally or on purpose and Harry flips? Tysm!
A/N: I love this idea! Thanks so much. I found this gif and omg it’s of a fan who got hit by paparazzi and Harry stuck up for them immediately!! Such a kind soul and pretty convenient for this story… lol! Enjoy(:
©️ please do not copy or translate my work.
“C’mon. It’s getting busy let’s just go home.” Harry’s voice was soft as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, lifting up the two small takeaway boxes that were filled with your left over food. It was always a risk being out in public especially for Harry because it would only take one person to spread the news then it would be nightmarish. He secured his arm further around you leaving a few money notes on the table as a tip for the waitress before he walked out with you keeping his arm around you, boxes of food held underneath his arm as you both walked in the direction of where Harry had parked.
As you continued walking Harry started looking around and you knew what that meant: paparazzi. He often had the knack for spotting cameras taking pictures of him and once again his “sixth sense” didn’t fail him. “Harry are they following us?” You asked anxiously his green eyes locking with yours “just keep walking.” His arm slid down to your waist as he began making you walk at his speed, attempting to lose the photographers— they weren’t even photographers. More like money hungry assholes who just loved to ruin every moment to get a simple picture of celebs. It was stupid. You leaned into harry further feeling your nerves wrap around you shaky breaths leaving your mouth.
“Mr styles!!”
“Harry over here!”
“How does it feel being in a relationship with the Harry styles?”
“Hold still!!”
Mixtures of yells came from all around you suddenly, loud running which sounded like a herd of elephants only made your heart race in your chest “keep your head down.” Harry spoke quietly and you did as he said, keeping your head down him doing the same as he kept a tight grip on you guiding you through the crowd of rowdy paps. Your eyes couldn’t comprehend the amount of flashes blurring your vision the brightness blinding you almost as the paparazzi continued to yell at you both, purposely getting in Harry’s way to get a shot of his face. God were you glad you were wearing jeans. You had heard horror stories of paparazzis taking pictures up celebs partners dresses or skirts which was beyond fucked. “Have you got anymore upcoming films?” One paparazzi spoke to Harry, god they were not giving up were they. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Harry muttered harshly through gritted teeth, yet his lips remained in a thin line making him look calm despite wanting to punch their faces.
“Y/n does Harry satisfy you in—“ “hey, man shut the fuck up.” Harry demanded glaring into the paparazzis eyes, the man right in front of you as all the other greedy men took loads of pictures of Harry’s face Harry quickly pulled you round to his other side getting you further away from the vile man before he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers with yours, repositioning the food into his other hand as he pulled you gently through the crowd. Snaps of the cameras were heard as the lenses focused on Harry’s face, his eyes, your terrified expression some of the photos blurry and unusable but some good the paparazzi’s clearly proud of their work yet they didn’t stop.
“We’re so hungry Harry! We’ve been working all night whilst you fondue with your girlfriend!” Fondue? Was this pap serious? For fucks sake. You rolled your eyes before Harry abruptly stopped shoving the food into the paps arms “there. Take the food and leave us be.” He demanded the one pap immediately leaving clearly happy. God did you hope he didn’t try to sell “Harry styles’ food’ on eBay. Harry tugged you further away as the car soon came into view until all of that went to the back of Harry’s mind as suddenly one of the paparazzis behind you purposely pushed you hard— taking a picture of you as you plummeted to the ground, camera catching your ass the cruel man grinning— Harry’s grip on your hand making sure you didn’t hurt yourself as he quickly helped you stand up again before he looked back at the paparazzi “it’s so rude to do that” he spat out, glaring at the man Harry’s jaw remaining clenched “did you take a picture of that?” He soon asked taking a threatening step towards the man “harry…” you whispered yet your voice was drowned out by the sound of the cameras taking hundreds of pictures their desperation showing. “No.” He spoke smirking but Harry wasn’t impressed instead ripping the camera from the man’s neck before looking through the pictures which consisted of your ass more than anything Harry’s eyes dangerous as he looked at the photographer with cold eyes “how fucking dare you.” He spoke before shaking his head “you’re going to delete all these pictures right fucking now.” He demanded you reaching out to touch his arm “harry its okay I—“ “no way am I doing that. That’s all my work.” Harry clenched his jaw but tried to remain calm “fine. Thanks for the free camera.” He spoke coldly before shoving the man back and grabbing onto your hand again as he hurriedly pushed past the paparazzis ignoring their yells as he walked you to his car opening the door for you helping you get in before he shut the door,
“That’s my camera mr styles! You take it and I’ll sue you!” The man yelled Harry glancing at him knowing he shouldn’t do this but he didn’t care at this point “here— catch” he threw the camera at the man, the camera sliding through the man’s hand and crashing to the ground the lens smashing “oh no. That was your fault.” Harry spoke sarcastically before he got into his car shutting the door and locking the car before he reversed, the tyre of his car rolling over the camera— the paparazzi shouting, hitting the window “you’re so done!” He yelled at Harry and Harry paused rolling down the window “you have an issue. I’ll see you in court.” He spoke simply knowing the man wouldn’t even dare to take it to court as he would have a whole lot of list of allegations against him. Sexual assault. Assault. GBH. Everything. Harry then drove off abruptly his hands clenched around the steering wheel you breathing heavily as you stared down at your hands, hands trembling slightly. Harry didn’t say anything the whole drive but eventually his hand came down to rest against your thigh which he squeezed gently, thumb caressing over the material of your jeans attempting to comfort you.
“Are you okay?” He soon spoke only earning a nod from you, the car stopped at a red light before he reached over grabbing onto your chin gently as he forced you to look at him “are you okay?” You nodded sighing shakily “they’re just assholes.” You murmured softly and Harry chuckled “assholes one way to describe them… they’re greedy for money and attention. Something I won’t give them.” You sighed holding onto his hand tightly “I won’t let that happen again, y/n.” He spoke but he was promising that he wouldn’t let it happen again. No way. He then intertwined his fingers with yours bringing your hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand but he meant it. If the paparazzi tried to do anything again he wouldn’t just let them off with a warning— he’d break all their cameras even if he had to pay for new ones he didn’t care. Cameras could be replaced. You couldn’t…. And he knew that damn well. He couldn’t lose you, ever. He wouldn’t.
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Can you write a lip Gallagher fic where reader takes his anal virginity for the first time and lip is nervous but then ends up cock dumb
I love lip so muchhhh! ❤️ I’ll be glad to write this! This will take place when Lips still in school so like S1 and 2.
Warnings! SMUT, Virgin Lip, first time, soft to rough, makeout, detailed kisses, grinding and humping.
LIP GALLAGHER X TOP MALE READER
Y/n and Lip walked around in the sidewalks of south side Chicago. They were walking around from school. The two young reckless boyfriends were doing illegal shit while on their walk. Like smashing windows and smoking.
“We should grab something eat yeah?” Y/n suggests while taking Lips wrist dragging him to follow. Lip loved that about Y/n. How he acted so dominant and controlling but reality he’s just a gentle man.
“Sure whatever.” Lip answers walking with his boyfriend.
“Is your family home?” Y/n asks looking ever his shoulder as he asks. “Nah. There at some stupid place with Sheila.” Lip answers not thinking much of it.
“Cool…Do you know when they’re gonna be back?” Y/n asks while looking for a place that looks good for the both of them can eat at.
“Not until like the middle of the night. But Ian’s staying at Mandy’s for something I think while Carl is at a sleepover.” Lip responds.
“Good. So you’ll have your own room today?”
“Yes babe! Why do you keep asking these stupid questions!?” Lip blurts out.
Y/n stops suddenly looking at Lip with a smirk. “Well because I plan on fucking you today. If your okay with that?” Y/n says nonchalantly as Lip almost choked in surprise. “Wa-wait huh?!?”
“I mean even you said that we should take our relationship to the next level. We already done all the bases now we just have to go home base.” Y/n says with a smile.
“The is that supposed to mean!” Lip knew what it meant but he just had to hear it.
“We’re gonna have sex. And I’ll be the one who’s doing the fucking.” Y/n answers with a quick kiss one the head. “I’ve never done it before.” Lip breathes out as he mentally panics.
“That’s okay. That just means I’m taking your virginity. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” Y/n says before continuing walking.
As Lip follows Y/n quickly wonder his mind begins to wonder. Y/n was right Lip did say those exact words. And it’s true they have done every sexual act between them not sex though. Lip couldn’t believe it. Lip was nervous and a little terrified thinking about what’s going to happen.
“What if I’m bad at this. What if it’s to big to fit it…” Lip thinks to himself as he think and think.
“We should eat here. Then after we’re done we can go to your house.” Y/n says opening the restaurant door for Lip gesturing him inside.
TIMESKIP
As the couple walks to the Gallagher house Lip heart pounds against his chest feeling more and more nervous.
Lip could see his house in the distance as he swallowed the breath he didn't even know that he was holding. As the two held hands they walked to the house with Y/n opening the door for him.
"For once this place is empty." Y/n says playfully as he takes off his own jacket throwing it onto the couch with Lip doing the same. "You've been very on edge y'know." Y/n says cupping Lip's jaw with his hand.
"Don't worry doll, i'll take care of you." Y/n whispers seductively before pulling Lip forward into a kiss. Lip quickly melts into the kiss as he wraps his arms around Y/n's shoulders. Y/n places his hands onto both sides of Lip's hips holding him tight.
Their tongues move against each other exploring the others mouth with such fierce passion. Lip lets out quiet moans into Y/n's mouth.
For the need of air Lip pulls away looking up at Y/n in a trance. Lip didn't even realize that his body was grinding against Y/n's. As both boys collect their breath they move around the dark living room moving into the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Are we really gonna fuck in a bunk bed?" Lip says hiding the full on nervousness in his voice. Y/n only lets out a chuckle before walking inside the room.
"This is our first time together. It has to be somewhat comfortable." Y/n teases back playfully before turning back around to Lip. Lip closes the distance between them kissing Y/n deeply once more. Y/n moves his hands down on Lip's hips lifting him up from the ground. Y/n presses Lip against the nearby wall and pulls onto Lip's clothes signalling him to take them off. Lip pulls away from the makeout as he fumbles around with his shirt taking it off alongside his pants and boxers.
Lip was naked leaning against the wall as Y/n and him makeout.
"Climb up on the bed..." Y/n mumbles against his lips signalling him to get on the bunk bed. Lip pulls his body away before quickly getting on top of the bunk with Y/n following behind him.
While Y/n takes off his own clothes Lip watches him with his heart beating against his chest.
After Y/n was done Y/n crawled closer to Lip giving him one quick gentle kiss before towering over him. Lip was under Y/n as they shared kiss back and forth.
As Lip was distracted Y/n used one of his free hands to run up Lip's thighs going further and further until he finds Lip's virgin hole.
A breath hitches in Lip's throat feeling something pierce inside him.
"F-fuck! O--ohhh god!~" Lip gasps out as his hands grab onto Y/n's shoulders in surprise. Y/n's finger moves deeper inside Lip causing hi to breath out cuss words and complaints.
Y/n moves his finger side to side stretching him out. Lip buries his head to the crook of Y/n's neck as soft moans escape. Y/n begins to finger Lip faster, but still gentle. Y/n's finger curled and grazed into his prostate causing Lip to scream and moan out in pleasure. "I'm going to add another finger alright doll?" Y/n warns before slipping another finger inside.
This time Y/n curled both his fingers inside him reaching inside him deeper.
After a while when Y/n decided Lip was ready he slowly pulled his fingers out gently. Lip let out a quiet whine feeling the emptiness.
Y/n laid Lip down on his back before crawling in between his legs. Lip had his legs spread open wide as he felt the tip of Y/n's cock grind against his hole.
"It's gonna hurt for a while, but then it will go away alright." Y/n says giving Lip a kiss to distract him. With grinding his cock against Lip's hole for a little longer he slowly moves inside him. Lip groans inside Y/n's mouth from discomfort.
Y/n held onto the bed as he slowly entered inside Lip's tight hole.
"Fu-fuck!~ yo- your~ Gah!~" Lip moans out pathetically couldn't even finish his sentence properly. Only inside half way inside Y/n gave Lip a minute to relax and breath. Lip eyes began to water as his body relaxed into Y/n's cock. Once Lip was less tense and uncomfortable Y/n went back to moving slowly thrusting his cock back and forth.
Y/n only fucked Lip with half his cock pulling out until the tip was inside then to thrust forward back to halfway. Y/n rocked his hips back and forth in rhythm. Lip's walls tightened around Y/n's cock as loud moans fell from his lips.
Suddenly catching Lip way off guard Y/n thrust his cock fully inside Lip. Y/n's cock stretched Lip's virgin hole in half. Lip let out a gasp for air from the sudden length inside him. Lip's own cock ached and twitched with precum leaking from the silt.
Y/n began to thrust back and forth cock going deeper and deeper inside him.
Y/n's hips rocked in and out slowly as his thrust began to pick up the pace. Lip held onto the sheets under him as Y/n moved faster.
Eyes rolling back to his head slowly Lip's mouth hung open as long strained moans rolled out. The Gallagher legs quivered and trembled. Y/n's cock drilled deep inside Lip as Lip was completely dazed.
Y/n pulled out suddenly causing Lip to come back to reality.
"Wh--wha?~ Why'd you pull out?! Please get back inside!~" Lip moans out in confusion as he wiggles his ass to Y/n. Y/n only let out a chuckle before moving back inside Lip. Once the tip was back inside Y/n thrusted his entire length inside Lip. Lip let out a loud moan as Y/n fucked him like he hated him.
Y/n's thrust was no longer sweet and gentle and Lip loved it more than anything.
Lip through his head back into his pillow as Y/n drilled his cock deep inside him. Y/n's cock abused and stretched his hole. Loud wet skin slapping against each other filled the room.
At that point Lip moved his hips down and up matching the speed of Y/n's thrust.
Y/n thrust was deep and hard as he felt his cock twitch inside Lip's hole. Y/n's thrust became sloppier and faster feeling his orgasm nearing. The same thing with Lip he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n moved his hands on Lip's waist hoisting up him in his lap.
Lip began to ride Y/n bouncing on his cock like there's no tomorrow. Lip held onto Y/n's shoulders to stabilize himself as he moved up and down onto Y/n's cock.
With a few more thrust Y/n came deep inside Lip coating his walls white with his hot load. From the sudden feeling inside him Lip shot his load right after his cock shooting his cum landing on Y/n's chest and some landing on himself. Lip bounced on Y/n's cock riding out his orgasm.
Once they both were out of their highs they held onto each other tightly. Both of their bodies relaxed into each others own.
"Hey babe..." Lip breathes out raising his head up from Y/n's shoulder. Y/n let out a hum signalling him that he's listening.
"I want you to fuck me again. And this time don't fucking stop." Lip says with a smirk as he moves back up on Y/n’s cock.
THE END
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A continuation of Sweet On You and Sugar, Sugar
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[3.8k] best friends to lovers, sofa sex, who doesn't have a praise kink?
Honestly, there was a part of Steve that felt somewhat selfish in how the night was evolving.
He had you, his best friend, in his lap, dress pushed up your thighs, long legs over his and your hands in his hair, telling him how you wanted to touch him. It was a fucking wet dream, if he was honest.
And when you had whispered that you didn’t know what you were doing, lips brushing his, a flush over your skin, lips kiss bitten, he felt like a man unravelled. He had to take a deep breath, maybe two, maybe three before he could talk again, chest burning and god, he was painfully hard underneath you.
He knew you’d slept with other guys, but fucking hell he wanted to slap them all across the back of their heads for not taking their time with you, for not showing you how good all this could be. You looked nervous, like you were worried you’d said something wrong and he wondered if he could ever express to you how far from the truth that was.
He felt like he’d taken a shot of espresso, dived off of the edge of the quarry, ran a red light and ripped out of Hawkins, seatbelt off, one hundred and twenty miles an hour, straight to you.
Steve swallowed, wondering if you knew how nervous you made him, how your hands felt in his hair. He wondered if you knew that when you were both sixteen, you’d walked into his backyard one day with a pitcher of pink lemonade in your hands, a cherry red bikini on and that was it.
You’d wrecked him.
“I could teach you,” he whispered, wondering if it was the right thing to say, if he should’ve stopped altogether and not gone any further. ‘Cause you were his best friend and the idea of losing you was more terrifying than anything he’d ever had to take down with a baseball bat.
But he couldn’t fucking stop himself. Not when your lips parted at his words, interest and something else flickering in the dark of your eyes. He wondered if you knew that you were still moving your hips over him, waist twisting from side to side, just a little, just enough for the friction to burn between you both. Steve felt like he needed to put his fist through a wall, dunk his head under water.
He didn’t know he was holding his breath, waiting for an answer, until you said nodded. It rushed out of him like a tidal wave, heart hammering and feeling like he was sixteen again.
“I’d like that,” you murmured, voice coy and Steve had to close his eyes for a second, stars behind his lids, your quiet laugh filling the space between you both.
Bolstered by how flustered he was, you moved again, hips shifting with pressure as you crowded him, pressing a kiss to his top lip first before moving to his bottom. You let your tongue flick over the curve of it, grinning when he muttered out a string of curses that tasted like vodka and lemonade.
“Can you show me?” You blinked prettily, hand hover over the buckle of his belt, heart in your throat, ‘cause if you hadn’t already crossed the line, you were both about to vault over it now.
Steve chest was heaving, eyes fixed on you as if he was waiting for you to change your mind.
“Y’sure?” He asked, hand over yours, fingers twisted as you tapped a lilac painted fingernail over his metal button.
“Pretty sure, Harrington,” you nodded and suddenly everything was moving again.
A little slower now, anticipation building, the room still cloaked in the dark, the only light coming from the one that was left on in the kitchen, it’s faint flow barely flooding in through the archway. It painted stripes of gold over your thighs, a slither of it across one of the boys eyes, turning chocolate brown to caramel.
Your hand found the hem of Steve’s shirt, his answer to your silent question lying in the small tilt of his head and you lifted it as he stretched out his arms for you and the material fell somewhere behind you both, a dull thump against the coffee table.
Hair mussed, eyes wild, bare chested, you took him in. His hands had a vice grip on your waist, fitting perfectly into the dip there, the silky material of tour dress scrunched messily in his grasp, lifting the hem higher and higher until all he saw was skin.
You mouthed at his jaw, his neck, sucking a little bruise there that you know you’d see in the morning, gathering courage from the things you knew what to do, the things you knew felt good. Your nose nudged his as you moved to lips, mouths brushing, eyes closed in bliss.
“You’re so pretty,” you told him, voice breathy, “the prettiest boy.”
And if Steve had any issue with your choice of words, he didn’t say, his breath just fell a little heavier as his hands wandered, palms flats against your hips until they found their way underneath your dress, smoothing over the curve of your ass. His thumb found the edge of your underwear, filling beneath the lace of it and making himself groan.
He cursed, his words tumbling from his lips in a hiss, stretched out in a moan. He was going insane, he thought, he was dreaming surely. But your hands were back on his belt buckle and this time you tapped, once, twice, against the metal. A silent question that he had to answer.
He pulled back to meet your gaze, eyes darker than you’d ever seen then, lips a little swollen and glossy from where he’d pushed them to yours over and over again. You watched him swallow, throat bobbing and the sight of it all make you wanna press your thighs together.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve breathed out, eyes softening a little as he lifted a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His palm smoothed down your jaw and you hummed as you leaned into it, happy to feel his touch against you. “We really doing this?”
“You told me that if I said it,” you swallowed hard, nerves and anticipation and ten years of friendship tumbling in your stomach. “That you were mine.”
Steve nodded, fingertips dancing along your jawline, fluttering down the line of your neck as if he didn’t know where he wanted to touch you, as if he couldn’t possibly stop touching you.
“I just don’t wanna fuck this up, don’t wanna disappoint you…”
You were already shaking your head at his words, wondering how the boy in front of you - under you - could possibly think he’d be a let down. You were still shifting over him, rocking yourself against the hard length of him in his jeans, little by little.
“You won’t, you couldn’t,” you replied and well, if you sounded a little desperate, it was only because you’d been in love with Steve for far too long and the seam of his denim jeans was hitting up against exactly where you wanted.
You gave a small tug at his belt, watched in awe as his eyes flashed, his jaw tightened. The muscle there jumped and you wanted to bite down on it but Steve hands found their way to your hips again, fingers digging into the flesh there, just enough to make your jaw a little slack. His head was back against the sofa again, as if it was too much effort to keep it up and he looked at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded.
“Say it,” he whispered, “say it, please.”
Your hand stroked over the leather, the metal buckle that was now warm from where you gripped it. You could feel him against your palm, trapped right under his jeans and warm and hard against you. Steve’s hand was on the move, fingertips smoother up your knee, leaving lightning and heat on your leg until they dipped underneath the edge of your underwear, stroking over the soft, sensitive skin on the crease of your thigh.
It was suddenly so much harder to speak.
“I want you,” you murmured and despite what you’d already said, how you’d already pressed your body and mouth against the boy, this felt like letting go of a life long secret and it burned as it left your lips.
You thought that maybe things would go fast from there, at your words, your admission. Like it did in the movies, like it did in the back of seat of Jeremy Richards car, Kyle Mowbrays basement. All fast hands, hard thrusts, loud moaning.
But Steve just let out a breath, like he’d been holding it as he waited for your answer, before he cupped a hand to the back of your neck and brought you into him. His nose bumped at yours, a little playful before he leaned up from where he was reclined, just enough to dust some kisses over your lips, the corner of your mouth. He whispered his own secret into your skin, voice low and rough.
“I want you too.”
You tugged at his belt with no resistance now, his hands tightening on you as if he needed to steel himself for what was about to happen. The leather slapped against itself, the sound echoing in the large room and the buckle clinked prettily as it fell open. Your hand fumbled with the button, your brow creasing and your heart speeding up but you were stopped by the feel of Steve’s hand covering your own.
His mouth found your throat, sucking a small kiss there, stilling your movements, giving you a bruise that would match his.
“You’re good, babe,” he soothed, feeling the way your hands shook under his own, “I got you, here.”
And with that, he popped the button with deft fingers, his hand moving around yours without taking it away. He let you pull at the zip, teeth on your bottom lip as the sound of it crackled through the air. He nodded against you, nose pressed on the line of your throat, encouraging but never pushy.
You reached for him, tagging at his boxers, feeling him hot and hard and heavy in your palm as you pulled the length of him out. Steve’s response was immediate, his body tensing below you, his moan that he pressed into your neck, open mouthed and panting. He shuffled beneath you, let his jeans shuck down his hips a little and you rubbed your thumb over the tip of him experimentally, eyebrows raising when he bucked into your hand.
“I wanna make you feel good,” you told him, eyes full of doubt, heart hammering like you were sixteen again and this was the first time playing anything other than spin the bottle at some kids' basement party.
“Oh, trust me sweetheart,” Steve groaned, eyes clenched shut, head tipped back, “you are.”
“Show me,” you told him, voice a little pleading and Steve was going insane with it, your little hand still wrapped around him, your pretty words sounding like they came straight from his own personal wet dreams.
“Jus’ give me a minute, huh?” He whispered, voice shot as he tried his fucking hardest not to come all over your hand then and there. “You’re too pretty babe, goddamn, you’re too much.“
You flushed at the praise, body warm, eyes shining and you leaned into him, chasing his lips from where his head was resting against the back of the sofa. Your chest met his and you trapped him in your hand, pressed between both your stomachs and Steve’s fingers were tugging at your underwear, both of you panting into the kiss.
“I wanna touch you,” he groaned, impatient and needy, “wanna make you feel good too, fuck, please.”
You nodded, fast and desperate and he caught the whine that left you with his tongue, licking into your mouth a little dirtier now. You felt him twitch in your palm, and it made you throb, made you feel wild.
“I know, shit, I know,” you gasped, the pad of his thumb running over the cotton of your underwear, down the centre of you, pressing into where you were wet. “Steve, please.”
He wanted to tap your leg, tell you to be a good girl and stand up for him so he could drag the material down your legs, so he could flip up the skirt of your pretty dress and press a kiss to where he wanted to. He wondered if you tasted good everywhere, he wondered what sounds you’d made for him, if the feel of you on his tongue alone would be enough to make him fall apart.
He was pretty fucking sure it would.
But your hand was wrapping itself around him tighter now, moving down to the base of him and squeezing. He could tell your movements were still unsure, could feel it in the way you were holding yourself uptight and stiff but he moaned, an almost whimper falling from his mouth and he reached between you both with his other hand, wrapping it around your own fist.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, voice soft and broken, “Atta girl, fuck.”
His hand covered yours, guiding gently as you fisted your own up and down the length of him. The only sounds were your heavy breathing, Steve’s harsh pants that he pressed into your neck, his lips pushing kisses to your throat and shoulders when he could.
He squeezed you, applying a little more pressure and you did, twisting your wrist a little as you got to his head, thumb stroking over him. His hips lifted into you and you couldn’t help but roll your own back down, meeting him halfway, both groaning with desperation.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Steve cried out, head heavy as he dropped it against your shoulder. “You’re gonna make me come.”
The boy would’ve been embarrassed if it had been anyone else, at how quickly he was falling apart from just the touch of your hand, but it was you. You were new but familiar, you felt exciting and like coming home, new places to touch and kiss, the same warm eyes looking up at him.
You felt like his.
His words had you breathless, your hand fisting over him with more confidence now, palm slick from how excited he was and you gasp ripped through you when Steve’s fingers pulled at the cotton of your underwear, dress rucked up messy at your hips so he could watch how he touched you.
He pushed the material to the side, too blissed out to ask you to stand up so he could take them off of you and you found that you didn’t care one bit. Your arms tangled between your bodies, hands moving over the other as you chased the high you were both so desperate to give.
You felt Steve’s thumb part your folds, swiping through the slick that had gathered, and he groaned, low and deep, his kiss bruising. He held the tip of his finger at your entrance, circling slowly, making you whine and gasp out, nodding your head, turning the kiss messy.
“Please, fuck, please Steve, yes,”
“Yeah?” Steve mumbled, and god, he sounded wrecked, asking you a question you didn’t know the answer to. You just nodded, forehead pressed to his cheek as held you to him, his other hand leaving yours and petting over your hair in an attempt to settle the way you were grinding over him. “S’okay, I got you.”
He slipped his finger into you, eyes gazing in awe at the way you fell apart for him, your reaction immediate. You fisted your hand around his length faster in response, a move that had him moaning, you other hand pushed at the hem of your dress, bringing the material higher across your hips and you hooked a finger around the thin material of your underwear, keeping it out of the way so Steve could slip another digit into you, thumbing at your clit and staring, wide eyed.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart, that’s it, good girl.”
His jaw went slack with your actions, bold despite your previous whispers and secrets of not knowing what to do. You were a fucking vixen on his lap, eyes desperate, lips kiss bitten and chest flushed. He watched one of the straps of your dress slip down your shoulder, taunting and teasing.
He pressed a kiss to the skin it revealed, teeth grazing the edge of your collarbone as he sped up his movements, matching the way your fist was twisting over him, up and down. He could feel your hand shifting against his lower stomach, the muscles there tensing at every pass, every brush.
Steve groaned as you tightened around him, fingers slipping in and out of with ease, thighs shaking, sighing and whimpering prettily at every pass of his thumb over your clit.
“M’close,” you stuttered, lips twisted into a pout as you tried to move a little faster, to try and get a little more of him. Steve.
But he nodded, jaw slack, gaze lustful and lazy, leaning back into the couch again to let you move the way you wanted and he let out the most sinful noise as he watched you ride his fingers, hips twisting and rocking.
Steve felt like he was in fucking fire.
But then you pulled your hand away, just for a second, just long enough for you to lick a wet strip across your fingers before you wrapped them back around him, speeding up your efforts with slick renewal.
He swore his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he was panting, huffing out hot, quick breaths as he flicked his gaze between his fingers inside you, your small hand wrapped around him and the way you were watching him, lashes casting shadows over your cheeks, pink lips parted and pretty, sighing his name.
His free hand grabbed yours, pressing your intertwined fingers to your cheek, cupping you there so he could bring you into him, chests flushed, fingers and hands moving frantic and messy between your bodies and he kissed you as if he’d never get another chance.
Steve couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard. He felt you clench around his fingers, keening into his kiss, legs shaking, bottom lip and wobbling between his as your orgasm hit you. He held you to him, curling his fingers into you to draw out every last moan and gasp he could get, his own body twitching hot underneath you, thighs tightening, liquid heat pooling inside of him.
He came over your hand, hot and messy, your name tumbling from his lips in a low groan, voice wrecked, eyes squeezed shut. You were sure you’d have finger sized bruises on your thighs tomorrow, lilac and rose marks that would match the ones he’d left on your neck.
The room was silent apart from the way you both gasped for air, panting hard into each other, chests heaving and skin a little slick. You both shifted, you underwear snapping back into place and your dress fell back down, pretty across your thighs as Steve slipped his fingers from your carefully.
You closed your eyes at the loss of him, sparks shouting up your spine as he thumbed affectionately over the cotton, humming at how wet the material was. You steadied yourself with a hand on his bare chest, muscles twitching under your touch and before you could lose the bravery you’d gained from his hands on you, you leaned in and caught his lips with yours.
It was a slower kiss, but just as deep, lazy like the night, velvet and sweet. He caught your bottom lip with his, sucked a little, a flick of tongue and teeth as he cupped the back of your head, bringing you closer until your noses were smushed against the others cheek, lips lifting at the corners with a smile.
“I know it’s late,” he murmured, “but we should probably shower, huh?”
His hand caught yours in a way that made your worries fade; the unanswered questions could be said tomorrow, when you were both mussed from sleep, bones lazy, bodies tangled.
Steve was looking at you in a way that told you everything you needed to know.
So you nodded, scrunching your nose at your sticky hands and laughing when he did, but you let him guide you up the stairs with his hand on the small of your back, still burning heat into your skin through your dress. He handed you one of his shirts to wear after your shower, your favourite, his old basketball training shirt, that had his surname printed on the back.
And when you crawled into bed with Steve, skin still damp and smelling like his body wash, he pulled you to his side, arm around you, your head on his chest and the clock was flashing it’s red digits at you, three twenty nine am.
You heard the buzz of cicadas outside, the window open to let in what was left of the summer air, the heat from the afternoon sun still lingering in its breeze and you let it wash over you both, sheets kicked to the bottom of the mattress and limbs intertwined.
“I meant what I said, you know,” Steve whispered, his words soft and pressed into your cheek, just by your ear.
You turned to him, close enough that the tips of your noses almost brushed and you blinked at him sleepily, one hand coming up to smooth the mess of his hair away from his eyes. You urged him to continue with the brush of you lips across his jaw, your head tilted upwards to catch him in an almost kiss.
He closed his eyes at the feel of it, humming prettily at you, his hand soothing circles over your back.
“What I said in the kitchen,” he murmured, voice soft and sleepy, “that I’m yours.”
You pulled back just enough to catch his gaze when he peeked out at you from beneath his lashes. He looked nervous, like everything that happened on the living room couch was a one off, a chance taken between two friends who were fuelled by the leftover effects of cheap beer and weed.
“Don’t want any other girls.”
But you smiled at him, that wide kinda smile that made your lips hurt and your eyes shine. That dimples in your cheeks kinda smile, that heart aching, chest bursting kinda smile.
You twisted your lips to try and hide it, for why you weren’t sure, ‘cause the boy caught it, was looking back at you the same way and you nodded, suddenly coy.
“Good.”
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JOHN PRICE - HIDE AND SEEK
— warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.
- stalking. obsessive behavior. harsh language. mention of killing. knife play and smut scenes.
It’s pathetic, I’m pathetic. Knowing that I feel safe and peaceful when my deranged fucking stalker is around everywhere that I am? I do, it makes me sick to even admit it. The safer his presence makes me feel around him, I get terrified of him twice as much. It’s horrifying to know that I could lose my life any day now, not that he wants to kill me, quite the opposite actually.
He wouldn’t— but he could if he wanted to, and I can’t win against him. He loves to see the terrified look etched on my face every time he’s outside of my house, vulnerable and anxious. He wants me to be scared of him.
He loves seeing me cover in the safety of my own house, unable to do anything more than watch as his face contorts with glee whenever he sees me. I hate myself for not being able to fight back, I stand no chance. This man knows me inside out— he can probably predict what I’d do in any and every situation.
I can’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing me tremble within my skin. I can’t let him win every single time he decides to scare me by roaming outside my house, trying to instill a sense of dread inside me. I can’t even talk to anyone without making sure they don’t lose their lives— especially guys.
I know that if a guy even wishes to talk to me, he’s probably going to sew their vocals chords shut. No, he’s definitely going to. No amount of security can confine this man. Nothing. Everything I’ve tried has failed. He always finds some way to maneuver around the system. But that’s okay, because this time I’ll show him that I’m not scared of him. Even if I am, like every night, he’ll stop by— he’ll roam around my house like always, sometimes would send me a text message, and then he’ll leave.
But this time I’ll find the perfect moment, just a small crack in his plan and I’ll flee away from here. He’ll be here soon…
Just the thought of him makes my hair stand. I focused on my breathing, listening intently to outside noises. My head whips towards the noise of a branch cracking outside. He’s here.
I grab a knife just in case things don’t go accordingly— and tiptoe towards a window in my living room. I peeked through the tiny opening while looking at his hooded figure, my breath hitches. He halts in his steps, taking out his phone, seeing his fingers rapidly pressing on the screen.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket before slowly taking it out…
I must be looking good today, seeing how hard you’re staring at me.
Furrowing my brows, I look away from the screen and back at him just to see him looking right directly at me. Shit…
He begins walking west from my front door, starting to roam around my house like usual. I wait for a minute, knowing that he’ll be on the opposite side from my front door, and then I rush towards the door. But I immediately freeze hearing keys jingle. Wait a damn minute, why is he here? He’s supposed to be on the other side.
I hear him inserting the key in the lock. My legs develop a mind of their own as I dashed to the nearest wall and hid behind it. The door cracks open, revealing a tall hooded figure as he starts to walk around. Few minutes later, I hear his footsteps going upstairs. Now’s my chance.
I charge for the door when suddenly I stopped dead in my track. “Going somewhere, my love?” I gulped and slowly turned around and there he was, walking downstairs. I feel the liquid adrenaline pumping through my body. I just froze, I couldn’t even move an inch. His deep British accent voice rings inside my skull.
“You’re too scared to run, aren’t you?” I whimper involuntarily. He’s right. My knees begin to tremble while he grin widens, knowing he got under my skin. I come back to my senses before holding my knife up— my hands slightly shaking violently.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” I muttered out, my voice slightly cracking.
“Do you like games, sweetheart?” He questions challengingly, his words drenched in cockiness. I shake my head slowly. He slightly smirks before continuing.
“How about a game called Hide and Seek? If you can hide for ten minutes without being caught, then I’ll leave, forever.” He raises his eyebrows, studying my face. For someone who has been infatuated with me for almost three months, disappearing altogether in ten minutes doesn’t sound promising. Either way, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes— and if ten minutes is all it takes, then so be it.
“Start counting.” He commands, before he exits out of the front door and circling my house— making sure I don’t try to officially run away in the process. There are absolutely no hiding spots in my fucking house. I managed to find a compact space in my closet, just enough for my body to squeeze in.
A few minutes later, I hear the front door close— and his heavy boots clanking on the floor. I count the minutes in my head. Approximately seven minutes later, I realize that I don’t hear him.
I quietly crawl out, making sure I don’t creak my floors— which ends up taking some time to reach. He’s nowhere. I have about fourteen seconds, and it’s over. I swiftly moved— being cautions of my surroundings as I make my way to the front door. Counting down the seconds in my head, I reached for the doorknob, twisting it and flipping the door opened on the last few seconds.
Before I could dashed out, someone grabs me by my waist and pushed me on the hard cold floor— my back colliding harshly with it. “Gotcha. Did you think you can really outsmart me? You have no fucking idea who I am. You can’t get past me even if you wanted to. I hope what I’m going to do next answers your previous questions, yeah?” He hisses before hovering above me— his hands are on my throat, slightly knocking the air out of my lungs.
I struggled, attempting to shove him away but my efforts are futile. Suddenly, he leans down close to me and presses his lips onto mines— this shouldn’t feel good— I shouldn’t like this. The way his lips mould with mine, leaving no space between us. How is tongue explores my mouth greedily, licking into me. How he touches me everywhere. I don’t have a damn choice— I managed to roughly push him off of me, gasping for air. My chest was slightly burning while my heart was racing rapidly.
One of his hands is around my throat while the other grabs the knife is my hand that I had long forgotten about. “What should I do with you, hm?” I struggle against him, but his strong hold is tight. He waves the knife around my cheek, my shaking body risking getting sliced. “Or maybe I should cut that pretty tongue of yours.” He slightly scoffs, the tip of the knife slightly pushing onto my bottom lip, making a tiny cut as blood tickles down my chin.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, and I comply, feeling his grip on my throat slowly loosen. I opened my mouth which was slightly twitching and trembling in fear before he slowly inserts the knife, the flat blunt surface of the cold metal on my tongue— being careful not to cut the inside of my mouth. “Or maybe I should…” his sentence trails off as his eyes set on my throbbing cunt. He slowly leads the tip of the knife between my legs, only a centimeter away from my core. “Take it off.” He demands, gently gazing against my clit through my shorts.
“Come on sweetheart, take ‘em off.” His tone sounds so reassuring but his actions are the complete opposite. My fingers move and hook around the hem of my shorts, pulling them off roughly. I can feel the pool of my arousal painting my thighs and soaking my panties.
His orbs instantly latch down there. “Does this excite you? How fucking adorable.” His smokey laugh pinches my ears, and I feel the humiliation swell my skin. The knife slips under the hem and cuts off the string on both sides.
I gasped— completely bottomless, and aching. He turns his knife around so he grips the sharp metal, the tight grip making his palm start to bleed. The handle stops at my opening— then I feel it slowly pushing inside, causing me to moan slightly. “Come on baby, let it out.” He commanding voice booms out while he thrusts deeper— his thumb circling on my clit roughly.
The pleasure builds more and more until it explodes inside of me, flooding my system with immense pleasure. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth hangs open as my entire body tenses— it’s almost unbearable. He moves my hair aside, pressing his warm lips on my neck and placing featherlight kisses there.
“Good girl.” He praises, before embracing me in his strong arms. “No matter where you go or what you do, you’ll always be my prey— and I’ll always hunt you down.”
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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Nine
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You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)
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“Choso, you can’t keep me locked in here! I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself.” You said to the man who was towering over you, with your arms crossed and a fiery look in your eyes, trying to seem as intimidating as possible, but seemingly failing.
“Do you really think I’m going to let you go back to your apartment alone after hearing about your psycho ex-boyfriend’s obsession with you? ”His rebuttal came out with a firmness in his words, a commanding aura surrounding them. ”What kind of man would I be if I let you go back right now, knowing how terrified you are?” His eyes were in slits, obviously frustrated with your defiance.
You sighed in frustration and kept his stare, although it was getting harder by the second. “I know you’re trying to protect me but keeping me here alone at your place while you’re working isn’t any better either!” Your voice was cracking, still raw from the crying session you just had in the bathtub with Choso. “He could just come here, you know?”
He ran his large hands through his damp hair, one still on the white towel that was riding dangerously low on his hips, almost exposing himself. “Baby, he has no idea where I live, plus you won’t be home alone for long. I’ll make sure to get off earlier in the day to be with you.” He was looking down at you with pleading eyes now, a twinge of pain in them and you felt it transfer to yours, knowing he felt genuine concern for you.
Another sigh of frustration came from you and you wrapped your towel around your body tightly before turning to leave the bathroom. You didn’t get far before Choso grabbed your shoulder gently and turned you to face him once again.
You were looking up at him again, tears in your eyes for the third time that night as he wrapped his arms around your waist, attempting to pull you closer, which you allowed, almost too easily. You couldn’t be angry with him, he was just trying to help, but you couldn’t help but feel irritated with yourself. You felt like your confession to Choso earlier was so overdramatic. You blamed your raging hormones coursing through you at that moment, causing an overreaction to the situation at hand. Yes, you were actually terrified, but why couldn’t you keep it together?
In all honesty, you felt embarrassed. You hated showing vulnerability, it just revealed your weaknesses. Your heart knew you could trust Choso, but your mind was telling you to put up those walls again, terrified your soul would be crushed again, like Suguru had done too many times.
Choso’s words interrupted your thoughts, cutting you like knives as he said them. “Is being here with me for a few days that bad? Just until I figure out what to do?” His eyes read hurt and confusion and your heart dropped, as you felt your eyes let a couple tears spill once again, causing a groan to leave your throat at the fact that you kept fucking crying.
You still managed to speak, despite how guilty you suddenly felt. “That’s not it at all. I want to be here, I just-” You paused and took a deep breath as he wiped the tears from your face, sadness reading his. “I feel bad is all. I was being dramatic and now I worried you to the point where it’s a burden to you. I’m sorr-”
You were cut off before you could continue speaking as he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing himself against you completely now. “You could never be a burden to me, Sunflower.” He was kissing the top of your head now, making sure to avoid the bundle of curls resting on it and landing close to your forehead. “I want to help you. Let me.” His words came out soft and sweet, making it impossible for you to say no.”
“Fine.” You started softly. “But what about your brother? He’ll be back before you get off tomorrow and I don’t think he’ll be too happy about a stranger staying in his home.” You said, making a good point. You didn’t want the kid to be uncomfortable with you being there, you would rather go stay with Andrea and Kento at that point. That sounded like a better idea since Choso was refusing to let you go back to your apartment, anyway.
“Don’t worry about that. Yuji is staying at his friend’s again anyway, he already let me know he was going to be there for a few days.” He let out, before pulling away to look at your cloudy eyes again, his reading relief now, probably from your compliance.
You nodded again as your stress was subsiding slowly, with his gaze on yours, making you feel safe again. “You’re just lucky I’m working from home this week, otherwise your little plan to keep me locked up wouldn’t have worked.” You joked, trying to make yourself feel better, and a soft smile played at his lips, seemingly coming alive, as well.
One of his hands holding you went down to give your ass a playful slap, creating an echo in the large bathroom, a joyful glint in his dark orbs, giving you another laugh, before he spoke again. “Maybe I’ll have to find a way to keep you working from home for a while so you can stay locked up in my tower, little princess.”
Those were the events that led you to being in Choso’s kitchen, dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants he claimed to outgrow. He was probably right, being that they fit you well when you tied them a bit, shaping you perfectly. You were currently making him and yourself a late lunch and drinking your second latte of the day. The man had a very expensive espresso machine that you took upon yourself to figure out how to use, thanks to Youtube. You had done a pretty good job experimenting with making caramel lattes to the point where it rivaled your favorite cafe’s (the place you were now too embarrassed to show your face, so it seemed to work out after all.)
The smell of grilled cheese was filling the air when you heard the front door open. Your chest filled with excitement as you were still flipping his sandwich when you heard footsteps enter the kitchen.
“Hey, Cho’! I made grilled cheese again since you liked it so much yesterday.” You spoke as you turned the stove off and turned to face someone who was not Choso at all. You let out a small scream, jumping in the process at the boy before you.
There stood a tall teenage boy with pink hair and a school uniform on, a shocked look on his features. You stood there in fear, before realization quickly flooded your body. The child looked just like Choso, facial features, body type and all, except he had shorter hair that was dyed pink, and was missing that special birthmark. It was Yuji, his little brother.
“I’m all for a pretty girl in my kitchen cooking lunch, but who the hell are you?” He suddenly spoke, confusion laced in his voice and on his face, features scrunched up just like his eldest brother.
You stood there, just as perplexed. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later that night, according to Choso. You were supposed to meet him during dinner time, when he returned from a study session with his friends. If you had known he’d be there so early, you would’ve put on actual clothes and been a little more mentally prepared for this.
You cleared your throat before you introduced yourself with a small smile. This was an awkward situation to be in, you dressed in his older brother’s clothes, in his house, using his kitchen, all alone. It was awkward and embarrassing. As soon as your name left your lips, the pink-haired boy’s facial features lit up, a huge, blinding smile appeared on his face, one able to light up the entire night sky, replacing the previous scowl.“I know all about you!” His voice came out excitedly.
You gave him an eyebrow raise, prompting him to continue, which he seemed to do with no problem. “You’re all my brother talks about. It’s like he’s obsessed with you or something.” He laughed. Your face still sported a raised eyebrow as he continued and looked behind you, suddenly distracted, noticing the food on the stove. “If that’s for my big bro, can I steal it? I’m starving!” He pleaded, his lip in a pout and you couldn’t possibly say no to feeding the very hyper child.
You gave him a smile that attempted to battle his and nodded. “Of course you can! You snooze, you lose, right?” You joked as you moved to the side so he could grab the grilled cheese, bare handed from the stove, and you almost gasped, alarm reaching your facial features, before he shoved part of the sandwich in his mouth, obviously not bothered by the heat.
He groaned blissfully as he chewed his food, before speaking as soon as he swallowed, quickly at that. “This is fucking amazing!” He exclaimed, a surprised look in his eye. “Big bro hit the jackpot with you, pretty and can cook!” He finished as he continued to devour his food before you laughed at his animated personality, going to grab a plate for the other serving that remained in the pan for yourself.
“It’s just grilled cheese. Who can’t make that?” You started, laughter still in your voice as you took a bite as well, still standing in the middle of the kitchen with the teen. It was pretty damn good, but who couldn’t make a dish as simple as this? It was just cheese and bread. “I’m not that great of a cook. I just know the basics.” You shrugged and continued to dig in, observing he was already finished eating.
He shook his head at you before going to the fridge to grab an apple, obviously still hungry. “Nah,” He started as he shut the fridge door. “My brother can’t cook anything but pasta. He almost burned this place down trying to bake a cake for my birthday one year. It was definitely a day to remember.” He said nonchalantly, before taking a huge bite into the fruit.
You let out a soft laugh at that, imagining Choso a disaster in the kitchen, that adorable face of panic on his features. You couldn’t have him burning the house down, so you would gladly practice your cooking skills and help him with his. You had wondered why there was a lack of food in the house, with the refrigerator only consisting of select fruits, milk, cheese, butter, eggs, and bread. What the hell was he eating? He couldn’t be eating out every day, could he?
Your thoughts were cut off by the shut of the front door again, and Yuji’s face turned into a small smirk, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before he yelled out to his brother. “Big bro, welcome home!” He basically ran out to the living room, with you trailing behind him like a puppy, ecstatic to see Choso finally make an appearance. “Why didn’t you tell me your girlfriend was so nice and pretty?”
You stepped out to watch a surprised Choso at the front door, removing his shoes. He was wearing a mustard yellow button down and black slacks, his hair down, and an arm-bag presumably carrying his work materials. You felt your core twitch with desire, now realizing you most likely had a kink for a man in business attire. His face was scrunched in confusion at the boy’s obvious early arrival.
“What happened to your study session?” Choso asked immediately, ignoring his brother’s inquisition. His eyes darted to you, concern reading them, in which you mouthed an ‘I’m okay.’ at him.
“Megumi and I moved it to tonight. I was hungry so I came home to eat and take a nap before I went back.” He responded with a shrug then turned back to look at you, a smile still on his face. “I didn’t have to come up with a random concoction of food like I always do, thanks to your girl!”
Your cheeks heated every time Yuji called you Choso’s “girlfriend,” or “his girl,” knowing you and Choso hadn’t had the conversation about labels, yet. You were more than okay with being his girlfriend, in fact that’s what you really wanted. He’d already proven that he would take care of you, protect you, and do whatever it took to keep you happy.
You didn’t seem to be the only one having these thoughts, with Choso’s cheeks red as soon as he heard his younger sibling refer to you as his “girlfriend” more than he was using your actual name. He seemed to quickly recover though, as he rolled his eyes at Yuji’s claims of there barely being food in the house, and walked towards you.
“Yuji, all you eat is fast food to begin with. Even if there was food in the house, it would all go bad.” He was looking at you now, a look of adoration and a small smile on his face. He leaned down to place a small kiss on your cheek, before continuing his playful banter with his brother, eyes never leaving yours. “Does that mean you won’t be joining us for dinner like originally planned, then?”
Yuji looked at the back of his brother’s head dumbfounded. “In all honesty, I forgot big bro. Sorry.” You giggled at his face that was reading true confusion at the back of Choso’s head. “Anyway, I’m gonna take a nap before I head back out. It was nice meeting you!” He turned his attention back to you and you waved at him politely.
“Good luck with studying!” You yelled out, as he rushed up the stairs.
You turned your attention back to the man whose hands were on your waist, giving you a smirk. “Did you let that brat eat my grilled cheese?” He said playfully and you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful smack on his hard chest.
“Like I said to Yuji: you snooze, you lose.” He rolled his eyes back and groaned, feigning annoyance.
His hand reached down to give you a slap on the ass, his favorite thing to do to “discipline you,” it seemed like. If this was discipline, you wanted to know what would happen if you really pissed him off. “Fine. I was going to order in anyway, I want Thai food.” He responded, which prompted you to give an eye roll.
“This is where he gets it from!” You exclaimed at the man who gave a small laugh in return. “You scold him for eating out but he must’ve gotten it from someone.” You emphasized the last word and gave him a pointed look, causing him to shrug with a smile still on his face, before he unwrapped his arms from your body, leaving you suddenly cold and missing his touch already.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening a food delivery app. “Yeah, sure.” He said sarcastically. “What would you like to eat, baby?”
Your spirits lifted immediately, suddenly starving as well.
Choso’s arm was around your midsection, with your back to his chest as the two were laid on the couch, watching scary movies. Well, you weren’t watching really, he was actually listening to you come up with theories of how you would survive horror movie scenarios, with Choso either agreeing or disagreeing, depending on if your theories made sense.
“Baby, there’s no way you’re outrunning a man with a chainsaw, you freeze up every time I accidentally startle you. You’d be toast the minute you heard him coming.” Choso teased you, laughing at his own joke.
You held back your giggles, knowing he was right in his deduction. “That’s because you’re like a damn ninja!” You sucked your teeth before you continued. “I can never hear you coming, you walk like you don’t want anyone to know you’re there.”
He simply laughed in response, before he turned your body to face him, gently. You were turned, noses almost touching, with your hand on his chest. He locked one of his long legs around you, as if you were going to escape, warming your body entirely.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, at the sudden position change, furrowing your eyebrows.
He simply shook his head in response, furrowing his brows to mock you, which prompted you to flick his nose, playfully, making him scrunch his nose in pain, that beautiful birthmark moving with him.
“So, when are you going to let me out of this castle? My prince charming might come looking for me if you don’t let me out soon.” You asked playfully, tilting your head, causing Choso to narrow his eyes at you and squeeze one of your hips roughly.
“I’m going to ignore that smart ass mouth of yours just this once.” He started, eyes still in slits and you smirked at him, loving how easily you could rile him up. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, why don’t you drive your car? It’s just sitting in your driveway, and I’ve noticed you walk everywhere, including work.” He finished and your brows raised again.
It was a random question, completely out of left field, plus you didn’t think he noticed, in all honesty. “It’s a piece of shit that’s why.” You shrugged, answering simply. You hadn’t driven your car in almost a year now, with it having so many problems. You were sure it wouldn’t even start up if you tried. “It’s just a hassle at this point, plus my job is walking distance. I don't mind the walk.”
He let out a small affirmative, “Hm.” before continuing, “I don’t want you walking anymore, it’s too dangerous.” He then said simply, that bossy tone coming out again and you gave him a perplexed look.
“Well, there’s nothing I can really do about that at the moment. Until I can afford to get it fixed, I’ll continue walking.” You answered back, a little too snippy. The situation with your car used to bother you greatly, until you realized you had to adapt without it. You didn’t mind your strolls to work the coffee shop, it felt good to get fresh air every morning.
He seemed to ignore your sudden attitude about the situation before continuing. “I’ll take care of it.” His sincere eyes were gazing into yours as your face read pure shock.
“No way!” You let out, annoyed this was even a point of discussion. “I can’t ask you to do something like that for me, Choso.” You weren't going to put that on his shoulders, you didn’t know much about cars, but the last time you took it in for repairs, the bill was too high for your liking.
“You aren’t asking, I’m offering.” His tone remained the same, bossy and firm, with his eyes never leaving yours, trying to force you into submission like he had done previous times before. It wasn’t going to work this time, though. You could handle Choso bossing you around in bed, and he had forced you into staying at his place earlier in the week, but your car is where you drew the line, it was too much.
“Choso, I said no.” Your voice was solid, slightly rising in volume and your eyes were piercing through his, seemingly having a staring contest with the man who clearly wasn’t going to back down either. Thank God Yuji left to go study hours ago, or else he would be hearing the spat the two of you were currently having. “My car is off limits.”
He sighed, frustrated at your words, mind obviously reeling by the way his jaw was clenched. “Why do you always fight me when I’m trying to help you?” His voice came out strained, remaining at the same volume, unlike yours. “Just accept the help. That’s the only way I’m letting you out of here. You won’t be roaming the streets, in the cold at that, while your stalker ex is hot on your trail.”
You sat up from the couch quickly, borderline furious at his statement. “You won’t let me?” You let out, astonished that he would even utter that sentence to you in the first place. “Choso Kamo, I am a grown woman. You don’t tell me where I can or cannot go. I’m staying here because I want to, not because you said so.” He then shot up from the couch at the speed of light, mimicking your previous movement just as you finished speaking.
“No, I won’t let you, damn it. Stop being so fucking stubborn!” His face was getting red as his volume was rising now too, not quite yelling, leaving you shocked at his sudden mood change. “Do you not remember how afraid you were crying in my arms just a few days ago? I’m not letting you leave until I feel you’re safe enough to do so, and if that means ridding you of car troubles, then that’s what’s going to happen.” His tone was fierce and intimidating, making you feel a pinch of desire. A pinch, you were mostly feeling irritation at the man before you. You were pissed at yourself for feeling horny at this moment, wanting to be angry with him, not lustful .
“You’re calling me stubborn?” You scoffed and folded your arms, a scowl on your face. “All I’m asking is for you to not touch my fucking car and you’re throwing a fit, trying to keep me locked up like a child!” You were full blown yelling now, not being able to control yourself, your old habits coming back full force. It was hard to keep your anger in check when you had never learned to control it.
Choso said nothing, his eyes piercing into yours as you stared back, that pit of desire never leaving as heat began to rise to your face and your core. You physically felt your anger turn into sexual desire, staring at the man, breath heavy and mouth dry. He was breathing heavily in front of you as well, face now centimeters from yours, you smelling the familiar scent of mint coming from his breath. His eyes were dark, but you saw that familiar glint of lust in them, matching yours.
Fuck it.
Like a dog in heat, unable to control yourself, you latched yourself onto Choso, lips quickly attaching to his, in which he gripped your hips forcefully, roughly, his lips imitating that same strength. The kiss was messy, wet, and rough, with your tongues finding each others, attempting to swallow each other whole. The desire inside you felt like it was far too much, his anger and yours combined creating a burning hot atmosphere in the air that couldn’t be cooled down. You never knew you could be so turned on and so pissed off at the same time, it was like the two were fueling each other, with the fire never going out.
In an instant, he was up and carrying you down the hall to his bedroom, his arms tucked underneath your thighs, wet lips still attached to yours. He kicked his cracked bedroom door open with force, obviously still enraged with your previous conversation. Your lips were so rough against his you were afraid they would bruise, so filled with desire and need to the point where it was burning through you, needing to be released. You praised the higher beings for making your periods so short, as it just ended the day before.
You barely noticed when he placed you on the bed, let alone realized when the pants you were wearing were taken off, with him still kissing you at that same pace, pulling away briefly to bite your bottom lip hard enough to hurt, but not make you bleed, causing a small sound to leave your lips. Your arms were around his neck, not wanting to let go of him, as if you were afraid he would disintegrate in your hold.
As if he could read your mind, he pulled his lips from yours, earning a moan of disappointment from you. His eyes read nothing but lust and the remaining amount of rage he was feeling was seemingly swimming in those almost black eyes. His hand snaked down to your lower half, before immediately plunging two fingers into you, with no warning. You gasped in pleasure and surprise, as sloppy noises erupted from your pussy, being that you were already wet from the almost screaming match the two of you were having mere minutes before.
His digits were curving in you, hitting your plush g-spot artistically, knowing your body and its reactions all too well. The goosebumps on your body were harsh, causing a chill to wash through your figure. He knew exactly how to drive you wild, you fucking hated and loved it at the same time. Your head was leaning back, moans echoing through the bedroom, before Choso used his free hand to roughly grab your chin, forcing you to look him in his pools of darkness. Yours saw nothing but sinister in his, and while it should've petrified you, your cunt seemed to love this dark side of him, with its pulsating mimicking the beat of your intense heart. “Your eyes need to be on me the entire time.” He spoke firmly, a tone that gave no room for argument. You didn’t respond, partially to spite him, partially because speaking was a hard task at the moment, with his fingers bringing you closer and closer-
Choso dipped his fingers from you, causing you to whine again at the action, a pout now resting on your features. Your pussy was left empty, coldness now replacing the once full feeling from the man above yours long and slick fingers. “Answer me.” He said, lowly, face stern, his orbs reading nothing but seriousness, burning holes into yours, his breath heavy at the sight of you.
You wanted to roll your eyes but decided against it, as you knew he would find a way to punish you if you pressed his buttons too much. You were so close and you didn’t want to ruin it, but you were also still angry with him, so you settled with a “yes, I fucking understand," making sure your tone matched his, half-angry, half- just trying to piss him off because he was so fucking sexy when he was enraged. His eyebrows raised in surprise and he gave you a wicked smile, one that could’ve stricken fear in you if you didn’t have full trust in him.
He said nothing though, not until he was knuckle-deep inside your slopping cunt once again, curving his fingers and hitting that spot with a purpose, making you whimper and shake against him, while you kept your promise to him. “Choose a safe word,” He barked, with those digits sliding out of your hole and making their way to your bundle of nerves, causing a gasp to leave your already quivering lips. You were approaching your orgasm again, your stomach feeling gooey as your legs began trembling and the arms around his neck were mimicking cooked noodles.
“What?” You answered, dazed out of your mind, only seeing a blurred version of the pale man in front of you. His fingers were slick with your pussy juice, rubbing quickly on your clit as that white hot feeling approached, and you were ready to see those bright fireworks.
“A safe word. Now.” He said it slower this time, making sure you heard him loud and clear, slowing his fingers at the same time, a sound of sloshing echoing through the room. No, this was the last thing you wanted, not when you were so close to letting a waterfall release on his veiny hand.
“Green!” The first word that came to mind left your lips breathlessly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, quickly snapping open again as his digits sped up again, causing you to hold him by his neck for dear life, afraid you would pass out from the feeling of extreme euphoria. Tears were quickly falling, too fast for you to notice until they fell onto your thighs, the wetness not comparing to the inside of your legs, with your juices creating a squelching noise throughout the room.
“Fuck.” His low, dazed eyes were on yours, lips parted, breathing heavily at the sight of you. “You’re so fucking wet, do you hear yourself?” His voice was low and you were whimpering at his words and your approaching orgasm. You were frozen in place, an icy hot feeling in your veins, thanks to his fingers never slowing and his dark eyes never leaving yours, that threatening gaze upon you. He was so fucking sexy. Maybe you should misbehave more often.
Your breath sped up just as your body stiffened against his and he seemed to notice, suddenly speaking for you. “You gonna cum, baby?” He spoke, voice as deep as he was fucking his fingers inside your walls, seemingly reaching heaven. You responded by nodding vigorously at him through your blurred vision, mouth hanging halfway open, but physically incapable of speaking at the moment. The minute you felt yourself about to release, his hand was removed from your lower half, causing a sob to escape your throat as your ticket to the sun was cancelled.
“Choso, please. I was so fucking close!” You sobbed, tears spilling as he pulled away from you and stood up from the bed, unbuckling his pants, keeping that same ill-omened expression on his feautures.
“Apologize.” He said simply, orbs locked on yours, as he continued removing his trousers, causing a loud and sarcastic scoff to leave your mouth.
“For what?” Disbelief filled your words as his shirt was removed next, leaving him only in a pair of boxers, that chiseled, tattooed, body in perfect view now. Your mouth watered at the sight, making you afraid actual drool would start forming.
The fuck did you have to apologize for? He must’ve been saying this to make you more angry and it was working. You had been distracted as his magic fingers were fucking you, but it all started to come back to you in full force as he spoke.
“For having a smart ass mouth.” He responded again, his words having more of a cutthroat tone to them, as he removed your t-shirt forcefully, messing your curls up in the process. You were left bare, nipples hard as the air touched them, along with the fact that you were undeniably turned on and pissed at this situation as he stood above you, waiting for an apology he was never going to get. You would be lying if you said the way he was speaking to you wasn’t making your arousal drip onto his sheets.
“I’m not going to apologize for something you deserved.” You stood firmly on your words, as you looked up at his domineering stature, knowing he was going to take out his frustration on you somehow, a menacing smirk formed on his lips.
“Turn around.” His eyes pierced through yours, and this time you didn’t argue, you simply obeyed, anticipation filling your body. He’d never fucked you in this position and you were excited for the new experience. Your legs shook in suspense as you arched your back, with your ass high in the air.
You heard his boxers drop and that familiar slap of his hard cock hitting his equally as hard abs. The tip of his dick was on your dripping, wet folds now, that cool piercing probably flood with your juices.
You were getting impatient, about to make a snide comment when he suddenly slammed into you without warning, causing you to see stars almost immediately, earning a loud groan from the both of you.
“Fuck!” you practically screamed, loud enough to wake up the neighbors in the next house over. You were praising the heavens that his brother was absent, once again. This felt better than you imagined, with his dick so deep inside you you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, your cervix being tickled slightly.
“You don’t apologize, you don’t fucking cum.” Choso said harshly, voice authoritative and you could barely register anything you heard before his hips were slamming into you at an unforgiving pace, making you lose all recollection of what you were trying to figure out anyway.
His cock was hitting your g-spot effortlessly, ramming into you to the point where you could barely breathe, let alone make a sound. The feel of his member inside you was making you so full, your breath hitching with each thrust, and the only sounds filling the room were the clap of your ass and the strong exhale of his breath. Your mouth dropped in awe at the feeling, your eyes brimming with tears and you were glad he couldn’t see your face from this angle, for it was probably comical. Your hands were gripping his silk sheets so hard you were sure they were going to come off the corner of the bed at this point.
With each thrust of his hips, and each brush of his cock hitting your g-spot, you were seeing stars, the corners of your vision going black. The hairs on your body were standing up straight as he continued thrusting into your wet walls unforgivingly, his indignation showing with each snap of his hips. You wanted to moan so badly, especially with his smart remarks being thrown at you, but you physically couldn’t, it was like your body stopped functioning and your was brain short circuiting from how artistically he was fucking your brains out.
“What’s wrong? What happened to all that shit you were talking? Can’t fucking speak now, huh?” He let out, breath heavy, not slowing his pace and you finally called out, trying to form words, trying to find something to say in response, but failing miserably. He let out a cruel laugh at your incessant babbling as his grip on your hips tightened, changing his pace to a slow and rough one.
You were pretty much incoherent at this point, the feeling of carnal pleasure overwhelming you and pushing you to the edge, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer. What was that he said about not cumming?
“You ready to apologize?” His cruel tone still remained as he continued to push into you, slower this time, longer strokes and you were breathing heavily, your pussy twitching with him inside of you, pulsating with each push of him going further inside, not knowing anyone could ever get this deep. Your pulsating cunt seemed to be too much for him as well, as he sucked in a breath, waiting for your answer.
He took your lack of response as a negative and pulled out of you quickly, a groan leaving his lips as he did so, seemingly pissed as he wanted to continue ramming into you. His removal caused you to whine once again, before he gave your ass a rough slap, moving to sit on the bed, his legs sprawled out now, waiting like he was on a throne chair.
“Come here.” His deep voice pierced through you, causing you to give in immediately and crawl over to him, hypnotized and still breathing heavily, that pool in your stomach burning now. You needed to cum right fucking now, it was becoming unbearable.
He was sitting on the bed, breathing heavily as well, back against the headboard, looking absolutely delectable with his hair a mess, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes low and hungry, and parted pink lips. His beautiful erect cock was red at the tip, with clear precum dripping from the tip, causing a glimmer on that shinning jewelry of his.
Your body shook with desire, almost cumming at the sight of the beautiful man in front of you, all in his glory and waiting for you, face red with desire.
You were moving too slow for his liking it seemed, because he suddenly grabbed your arms and pulled you on top of him with a force, placing your legs on either side of his thighs, your hot core right above his swollen tip. His hands replaced themselves on your hips and placed you onto him without warning again, a theme for the night it seemed like.
The minute your hips connected with his, he was completely inside of you, and your eyes welled with tears again at the mind-hazing feeling. He was buried inside you, deeper than ever before, deeper than anyone had ever been before, causing a high pitched moan to come from your shaky vocal cords. You watched as Choso’s face scrunched in pleasure, his lips still parted and you took that as an invitation to place your lips on his before you began moving your body.
The two of you were panting into each other’s mouths, not able to form a kiss as you bounced on his swollen cock, making sure to go from tip to shift, dropping down roughly each time, so those stars never disappeared from your vision. The slickness of your pussy was creating an easy glide for the two of you, the rhythm never slowing or changing pace with his hips ramming up to meet you halfway to heaven.
You couldn’t attempt to kiss him anymore, the feeling of euphoria becoming too much. Your mind was cloudy again, unable to think as that white hot feeling was approaching again and you were barely able to continue moving, with legs stuttering and shaking with each time you fell onto his hard cock. Your softs walls were tight around his length and he noticed, putting a halt to your movements.
You let out an audible groan this time, knowing your eyes read nothing but rage, but were soon replaced with need as Choso’s wet thumb went south, immediately attaching to your sensitive clit, rubbing and gradually speeding up with each second.
You were a moaning mess on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder as he continued, feeling his dick pulse inside of you, wanting him to let you move again so badly. “You ready to cum, baby?” Goosebumps rose on your body from both his words and the feeling of tightness and heat spreading across your entire body. You didn’t think you could take anymore of this, you needed to release, it was driving you fucking ballistic. He had been edging you for too long and you felt like you were going to combust unless you let go right now.
You lifted your heavy head to look at him, wanting to see him as you came. “Yes, Cho’, please let me cum.” You were sobbing, begging, with nothing but pleas in your blurred eyes.
“Apologize.” He said, firmly, not backing down as his thumb was still on your pink button, rubbing slow, teasing, circles. You could tell he was beginning to lose it too, the feral look on his face saying he was ready to finally release his hot seed inside of you and you were more than ready to let him do so.
You couldn’t fucking take it anymore, they’re just words. Say it so you can be put out of your misery “Okay, fuck! I’m sorry.” You sobbed out, voice cracking as tears spilled from your eyes, finally submitting and making Choso smirk at you, his usual look of adoration returning, as if the sinister man he was ten seconds ago didn't exist.
“Good girl.” He responded to you, and began rubbing quicker circles on your bundle of nerves, those unforgiving rams from below returning and that’s all it took for you to break. Your orgasm was long and drawn out, taking you to fucking Mars as your body stiffened and your head was thrown back, suddenly too heavy for your neck. Hot fire was spread through your flesh and bones, leaving you fidgeting towards the end of your high. You weren't even sure if your eyes were open or closed as you were taken to another dimension, but that didn’t matter as Choso’s orgasm was right behind yours, with his hips stuttering and loud groans falling from his lips. His orgasm filled you up, his being just as drawn out as yours, and you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about the potential consequences of him spilling into you, as your mind felt numb.
You were so fucked out and exhausted that you didn’t even notice when Choso lifted you from his body and placed you on his silk sheets gently. You barely noticed when he grabbed a warm rag to clean you, and you barely noticed when he slipped into bed next to you, placing a kiss to your forehead in the process.
You did notice and chose not to respond when he let out a “Now, let me take care of you,” as you drifted to sleep.
Chapter Ten is Posted
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I suddenly had a thought of GhostSoap being normal human beings and doing normal human being things and wanted to write some stuff for it.
1) Simon always forgets to replace the fuckin toilet paper and Johnny loses his mind over it every single time
2) Johnny has these quiet little snores that whistle out every time he breathes out and while it’s mildly annoying some nights Simon still finds it so endearing
3) Simon hogs the blankets, even in summer cause he’s just always cold, no matter what. Johnny tends to just snuggle in real close to Simon when he gets cold
4) Johnny is the cook of the house. He’s really good at it (his mother refused to let him leave home without knowing how to survive on his own) but he can’t bake. Simon’s the opposite where he can bake (his mum loved baking, taught him everything she knew) but can’t cook to save his life
5) Johnny’s always stealing Simon’s leftovers or hidden treats and Simon has threatened to stab him once or twice over it (it never stops Johnny from doing it again)
6) Simon totally found a stray cat and got the ‘you wanna keep him, you look after him’ talk and he has never been more devoted to looking after another living being after the whole thing with his family
7) Johnny’s got a million and one things in their bathroom all for the sake of looking after his hair and skin and what not and he definitely sits Simon down on the toilet seat every so often so he can do the same for him
8) Johnny seeks validation near constantly. Simon doesn’t know why but he always, always makes sure Johnny knows he’s appreciated and doing good and whatever else the man needs validation on
9) When Simon has night terrors the way to calm him down is to just let him cling to you. Don’t speak or anything just let him hold you and let him reassure himself that your alive and well. Sometimes he’ll be ready to talk about it in the morning, other times he’s content to let the memories go and just keep going
10) Johnny is the worst at taking out the trash. Since they live in a semi-old apartment complex they had to take their rubbish all the way downstairs when the bin in their place got full and Johnny fucking hates it
11) When one of them get put on leave and have to go back to the apartment by themselves they’ll play the other persons music and cook their favourite foods (or try at least) to try and fool themselves into thinking they’re not alone in their home
12) Simon totally has a stuffed toy that belonged to Joseph and while it sits on his shelf he was still terrified Johnny was going to say something bad about it or try and get rid of it (that’s happened once with an ex) but Johnny saw it, called it cute and then proceeded to look after it when Simon couldn’t
13) Johnny may not look it but he’s a bit of gardener. He’s got a windowsill full of herbs in the kitchen and their balcony has some random plants that he doesn’t actually know the name or origin of but he looks after them and has very specific instructions for Ghost to follow when he’s not around
14) Simon’s friends with the old guy that runs the convenience store down the street from their apartment and not because he tried to befriend the guy or anything, but because the guy thought Simon looked funny with his mask and decided he was going to favour him out of all of his customers
15) The neighbours tried hitting on Simon once and Johnny happened to open the door and heard them flirting with his boyfriend. He got so possessive that he made out with the bigger man against their door jamb for like 5 minutes until Simon pulled him inside. The news spread very quickly after that
16) The apartment complex have a betting pool going about what they do for a living because they hold such weird hours and will disappear for months at a time. None of them wanna ask the two though cause they’re all a little scared of the both of them
17) Simon’s a bookworm and if it weren’t for their tiny apartment he’d have his own, personal library filled to the brim with books
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HERE, THERE BE MONSTERS: THE MINOTAUR PART 4
A/N: We're getting closer. Brace yourselves... Artwork by machiavellicro on deviantart!
Pairing: Minotaur!Din Djarin x Nymph!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ NO Minors)
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: gross misuse of mythology, gore, horror, suggestive themes. Reminder that this is a MONSTER FUCKING fic, so be warned for future chapters.
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Day 10
You thought you had escaped him.
You considered yourself lucky.
But you soon learned there was no such thing in the labyrinth, and the Minotaur lingered with you long after you fled the carnage he caused in the forest.
Twigs and filaments of hedging scratched at your face and neck where you made a break into a barely visible gap onto another path in the maze. Your heart pounding, you couldn’t quell the terrified shriek when the air was disturbed behind you, a massive shadow racing past where you had just escaped from.
Another close call.
It wouldn’t take him long to circle back when he lost the trail. You needed to hurry.
Swimming through the hedgerow, you clawed your way to the other side desperately. It was too dark suddenly, the thicket too dense for you to see farther than your nose where you were coffined within the black foliage. When you hand finally breached the other side, however, it wasn’t open air that met it.
It felt like a living volcano under your fingers.
If the magma and rock and fury could be made man as a growl began deep in his throat, vibrating under your hand and filling you with the most intoxicating dread. It surrounded you in a sea of lava, cutting off your every exit. Made you hot when you realized the rock under your hand was instead solid muscle.
But instead of pulling away – burned – your hand moved on its own, tracing downward… getting hotter the closer you came to the source. The cloth at his groin gave you pause when something swayed beneath it.
Something mean.
Something designed to break you into submission. Or death. Whichever came first.
You finally reacted to the burn, yanking your hand away as common sense rammed into you ruthlessly.
He found you already.
How-
You didn’t have time to finish the question, a massive hand erupting through the hedging to collar your throat, his blood-thirsty bellow drowning out the sound of your neck snapping as you were dragged from a fitful sleep with a gasp.
The underside of a large root met your gaze, your hand flying to your neck to ensure you were still alive. If your pulse racing under your fingers didn’t convince you, your ragged breaths did as you tried to swallow around the fear lodged in your throat, your mouth fuzzy with thirst.
A… a dream?
You groaned, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you willed your heart to slow. Not again…
Not even in your dreams were you free from being hunted. Not even sleep rid you of the all-encompassing punishment the labyrinth insisted on subjecting you to. It truly was hell on earth, with no way out in sight.
You’d be stuck here for an eternity if you weren’t run down and killed first.
What would you even do if you escaped? The question sobered you as you pulled yourself out from the small dimple of space you’d taken shelter in under a root, the entrance to which was hidden by a sheet of draped moss.
It was impossible to tell how long you’d been asleep, stretching your aching arms above your head. The concealed sky hid the suns movements, but since it still shone behind the clouds, you knew it couldn’t have been for very long. The glare pounded behind your eyes, your dream finally catching up with you at the same time you became aware of something equally disturbing.
A decided slickness between your legs and a familiar throb you never normally had trouble finding someone to take care of.
But this wasn’t due to the drunken high of a midnight dance, or the wandering hands of a handsome god while you slept in his bed after a night of passion. It was… because of him.
Curse your nature as a nymph.
It was a well understood fact that nymphs – by their existence – were personifications of the natural world and therefore, were often drawn to the primal. To areas of potent carnal energy and overindulgence that often manifested in the parties Dionysus threw night after night, the whisper of an arrow from Artemis’ bow to fell a boar whose head would decorate the tables of plenty. The sex and orgies and decadence that you now found yourself on the flip side of.
You were connected to nature, to the very essence of the primordial and so… you were attracted to it. In all its’ forms.
But a beast? That was a far cry from an over-indulgence of wine and pleasure.
Something was wrong with you. It had to be.
The labyrinth was making you mad… it had to be.
Realization propelled you to your feet as if you could escape those unwelcome thoughts and intrusive truths by simply running from them.
But they, like him, clung to your subconscious like nightshade you’d foolishly mistaken for burdock. Now, removing the burs was an obsolete task. The poison had already taken hold. A poison that made your hand tingle and pussy clench with the memory of a monstrous girth your imagination cooked up.
You blamed it on everything you could as you tried to find your bearings. You blamed it on the maze itself. You blamed it on Hera and her proclivity for curses. You blamed it on Zeus and his wandering gaze. You blamed it on the water, believing it to be bewitched even as you dropped to your knees to guzzle great handfuls of the life-giving essence at the first stream you found.
You even blamed it on the Minotaur himself.
In taking so long to catch you and put you out of your misery, you were forced to become accustomed to the fear… leaving room for other, more dangerous emotions to fill the space it once took up entirely.
There wasn’t time to ponder what those emotions might be when a shriek echoed across the labyrinth, raw and terrified before it was cut short with unnatural abruptness. That wasn’t unusual. You had grown accustomed to the way the wind carried screams far more willingly than any other sound to torment the labyrinths inhabitants.
It did, however, remind you of how exposed you were by the water. Especially if he had started hunting so early.
That was unusual.
He was usually far more active at night. As though cloaked in shadows, he could pursue his victims with a deadly invincibility. The shadows themselves an extension of his terror, confusing the instincts of every prisoner as they fled his tireless pace.
But he wasn’t the only villain within the confines of the labyrinth.
It had been a harrowing realization that just because he was the apex predator, didn’t mean there weren’t others willing to do anything, hurt anyone to ensure their own survival. You might have been wrongly convicted and sentenced here, but that wasn’t the same for everyone.
The back of your neck prickled suddenly with awareness, making you whirl where you came face to face with a man and a woman standing a short distance away, their hands raised in the universal sign of surrender. Their dress more worn and features more weathered, it was clear they’d been here much longer than you had.
Eyes widened and mind fresh with the knowledge that humans were capable of as much brutality as the gods, you backed away slowly. How could you not have heard them?
“Easy,” the woman began, her voice smoky and attractive, calling to the sisterly attachment you had been devoid of since coming here, “you are alone in this hellscape, traveller?”
That question was too loaded, and your guard fortified further.
You gulped, eyes flicking mistrustfully to the male standing silently by her side, his hand palming the butt of a crude knife of carved stone while sharp, black eyes scanned their surroundings. The woman noticed, placing herself half in front of him to drag your attention back to her.
“My name is Penelope, and this is one of my companions, Nikos.”
“One of—” you heard yourself speak warily, eyes darting to bushes, shrubs, the maze itself… all capable of hiding others.
“They’re not here.” You gulped when Penelope continued, your eyes finally pulled back to her. “We got separated during the night and have been trying to find them ever since. You are welcome to join us if you’d like.”
You didn’t miss the stifled noise Nikos made as his eyes snapped to Penelope, but she remained focused on you.
Tangled black hair was pulled away from her face in a long mane, various braids throughout the locks reminding you of those worn by Artemis’ hunters whom you often guided throughout the night. She wasn’t one. You were merely trying to find familiarity in her dirt-stained skin and keen, green eyes.
“There are about twelve of us, we look out for one another, work as a team—pool resources, take turns keeping watch, finding food. It works, and I’ve been part of it since it was formed. It’s the best the likes of us are ever going to get in here, traveller.”
Your jaw tensed at her ready acceptance of the way things were and you didn’t miss the way Nikos’ grip tightened on his weapon.
“You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” She continued when you remained silent. You averted your eyes, the woman misinterpreting it for agreement and not the blush you were attempting to hide.
“This place robs us of everything but hope.” A chill entered Penelope’s voice. “That is his to destroy. It’s why so few last beyond escaping him. They realize there is no hope, and simply give up. You can see it in their eyes.”
You didn’t like her insinuation, nor the dullness in her gaze. Is… that what she meant? Did you look like that? Catching your frown, Penelope shook her head.
“But not yours.” Penelope smiled, the first tug of kindness stinging your eyes suddenly. “You still have some hope inside you, we could use that.”
“Pen—” Nikos began on a rumble, turning towards her with a familiar hold to her elbow while he cast a suspicious glance towards you.
“The fact you’re still alive is admirable, traveller. But it won’t stay that way if you remain alone.” Penelope ignored him to keep talking to you. Were you so transparent that she could tell you were being swayed? That the thought of company in this abyss was as tempting as the thought of being swallowed by it?
Your brows fell over your eyes suspiciously, suddenly unsure of their intent. You saw what you got out of this offer, but what did they?
“We don’t have much, but there is strength in numbers. “
You cursed your lack of experience with mortals. Maybe if you lived among them instead of observing them from afar in the safety of the night sky, their actions might make more sense to you. But in reality, outside the occasional dalliance with a warrior or three, you had no notion of why humans did… anything they ended up doing.
They were much too juvenile, their lives too short to be sure of anything before they died.
“We cannot linger, Pen.” Nikos insisted once more, drawing you out of your mind. “It’s clear she doesn’t want—"
Penelope silenced him with a pat to the bicep. Ah. Lovers. You understood that. The man grizzled, but subdued as she took a testing step towards you, smiling when you didn’t retreat.
“When was the last time you ate something other than a few raw nuts? Slept longer than an hour at any one time? Felt protected?”
You didn’t know.
Honestly, it felt like an eternity since you’d experienced any of that. Your stomach growled treacherously, telling her your answer. Still, you wouldn’t be swayed. That only ever got you in trouble, being swayed by others.
“I know enough about life to know nothing is free…” You flinched internally when Nikos shifted, the wind mercifully carrying your voice, as soft as it was. “How do you benefit from having another mouth to feed?”
In your periphery, a sprinkle of stardust shimmered atop the stream you stood within. If they didn’t already know you were a divinity, they very soon would. And the greed of humans could rival that of Zeus himself…
“That—”
A branch snapping made you jump, the sound of your neck breaking in your dream flashing across your memory along with a clamour of instinct.
Danger.
It wailed in your mind, forcing you back several steps, snapping out of the fantasy you’d found yourself in with the sudden dread that you’d been hoodwinked.
But it wasn’t the mortals.
They looked just as taken by surprise as you were, all pleasantness from the exchange falling as survival instincts kicked in and Nikos pulled out his dagger, Penelope palming her own weapon at her hip cautiously.
Another snap and then it was silent. Dreadfully so.
“Into the maze, quickly!” Nikos hissed. “Now!”
You didn’t need to be told twice. Without looking back, you sloshed across the river, the tell-tale silence of the water breaking around you heralding his arrival like the crack of a whip spurring you faster. You only realized the others were following by the sound of their laboured breathing.
So… the labyrinth silenced everything but the people within it. What a terrible mechanism for hunting.
But you couldn’t concern yourself with their welfare, yours was at stake and they had each other.
Breaking left on instinct, déjà vu struck you when you caught sight of a gap in the greenery. You would’ve missed it entirely had a similar shortcut not been present in your dream earlier that day. And echoing your dream further, the mortals sprinted past it, losing you while you shimmied through the small space onto another path entirely.
A bellow sounded across the silent maze, an explosion of noise sending birds into the air and those stuck on the ground to flee or hide.
“Shit, shit, shit—” you whispered under your breath when you noticed the flurry of stardust coating the leaves of the hedge where you passed through it. It practically signposted your route to anyone who passed by.
Futilely, you tried to knock it off but only succeeded in spreading it further. Your panic over covering your tracks overshadowed all else until you heard it. A sound that made your stomach drop as you lifted your eyes to the hedging.
A snort.
It froze you in place as the other side of the gap you had passed through was blocked by something dark and massive.
But unlike your dream, it wouldn’t take much to reach through to the other side.
You really were going mad…
Why else were you still here? Why were you not running?
A dangerous game presented itself to you suddenly, one you had no idea you’d been playing all this time when the monster on the other side of the hedgerow stayed where he was instead of charging you like you’d heard him do to countless others.
Would he be as molten hot as he was in your dream, you wondered in awe. Would he be as hard?
Maybe the entire thing hadn’t been a dream at all, but a premonition of your fate. One last gift of Atropos before she cut the string of your long life. But that hardly made a dent in your psyche the way it ought to, the way it once would have.
Indeed, it hardly made a ripple as the thought of huge horns and wide shoulders you’d only seen in shadows mated with the burning recollection of a touch only present in your dreams to create a single, enticing creature before you.
You took a wary step closer, the eldritch shadow on the other side shifting at the sound.
Another snort followed the first. Sharper, your scent caught, and you halted before you could get any closer. A throaty growl rumbled around you, giving you a split second to step back before the hedging shook and a forearm burst from the same gap you passed through with ease.
It was all that could fit, you realized, his forearm alone as thick as your thigh. Dark skin was littered in constellations of scars and hair, and the hand attached to it… was that of a man. Knuckles bruised and bloody, fingers thick and palm broad while a ring of fresh bruises surrounded his wrist and gave you pause when he pulled it back.
A warriors hand.
Apart from its size, you’d seen countless hands like this in your time and been touched by as many. That violent possessiveness and brutal affection was unique to hands who caressed their weapons the way they did a woman’s body. That sought to protect or destroy in the spilling of blood and ecstasy.
Either was possible until the moment it happened. There was a thrill in not knowing until it was too late.
You resented the trickle of wetness you could feel slip down your inner thighs, his growl deepening.
You should have run.
You should have run ages ago. If you had, you wouldn’t have been burdened with what you considered the last nail in the coffin on your sanity. The last vestige of hope Penelope was talking about. For when you heard his voice… attraction bloomed in a way it never had before inside you.
In a way you feared you’d never be able to return from.
“Lost… little… star—” His voice was so low it shook the earth, a primal gravel that removed all notions of humanity were it not for your ability to understand him.
“Run.”
You finally broke from your frozen stupor, dashing blindly any which way. It didn’t matter if you disoriented yourself. If you lost yourself completely. You needed to ensure you couldn’t find your way back there… to him and the filthy promise in unspoken words if he caught you.
Tears streaked down your cheeks as you did, unable to care if they – or your stardust – were leaving a scent trail for him to follow when it dawned on you that he wasn’t just hunting randomly anymore.
He was hunting you.
But the worst thing was, as you ran, breath stolen and heart hammering, your tears were joined by a delirious smile of adrenaline filled ecstasy. While separated from the stars, you found your lost connection to the core of nature through fear, brazen danger. Him.
It terrified you enough that when another endless night of evading his singular pursuit came to a close and you staggered on jelly legs to the closest body of water only to run into Nikos once again, you didn’t hesitate to beg for his help.
To take him up on Penelope’s offer though she was nowhere to be seen. You were blind to anything else but the panic-induced need you had to flee what had happened in the labyrinth that night.
You needed to stop these feelings from growing. Stop them, even if it meant cutting yourself off from the very nature you once thought lost to you that now pounded on your psyche with a wild, bestial need.
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Shame // J. Todd x f!reader
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: vaginismus! painful intercourse! emotional outbursts! a lot of swearing! discussion of sex but no actual depiction of it so minors you’re permitted but ur on thin fucking ice, discussion of safe sex practices
Summary: Sometimes, your body doesn’t want to work during sex. People assure you that it’s normal, but the shame still causes you to lash out sometimes, hurting the person you love the most.
A/N: gotham knights jason is absolute babygirl and if u don’t want to *dolphin noises, car crash screech, tornado siren* him, then ur a coward (/j) but that leaves more for me ;)
“It’s normal,” your OBGYN had assured you. “And it happens. You don’t need to feel ashamed by it.”
But you can’t help the tears that burn at the back of your eyes when Jason first starts to press into you and it burns. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had fucked. Hell, it wasn’t even the tenth time. Having dated for three years, the two of you had fucked like rabbits many, many times. But sometimes, your body just didn’t want to, despite the fact that your mind was all for it.
Jason seemed to notice that you were tighter than normal and he drew back slightly before thrusting in again. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, but you refused to tell him to stop. It would get easier the more he worked you open, right? Your OBGYN told you that in these cases, it was best to just rest for the night but-
A whimper escaped you as he rolled his hips and tears of pain built in your eyes. Jason’s harsh breaths grated on your ears and suddenly, it all became too much. You couldn’t do this. It hurt like a bitch.
“Blueberry,” you gasped out.
Jason slid out without question and immediately stood as you curled in on yourself, knees drawn up to your chest to guard yourself from the world. You rested your forehead on your knees and then let out a broken sob.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cried.
“What’s wrong?” Despite being the scourge of the Gotham underground and a tank of a man, Jason sounded terrified in that moment. He kneeled down next to the bed and stretched a hand out towards you but you flinched back. Hurt flickered in his eyes and you instantly wished that you weren’t such a fuck up.
“Baby, you used the safe word. Please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded. Jason Todd, the strongest man you knew, was on his knees and begging.
“I’m sorry. It hurt. I couldn’t…it wouldn’t fucking relax and I ruined everything.” Hot tears spilled down your cheeks and you inhaled sharply through your nose. Snotty breaths escaped you in short pants and you wiped futilely at your damp skin. Jason’s calloused fingers enclosed around your wrists and he climbed onto the bed so he could kneel beside you.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he assured you. “You did exactly the right thing by using the safeword and-”
“We shouldn’t need a safeword!” you exploded. “Don’t you see? Why the fuck do you put up with me and my broken fucking body, Jason? You could stick your dick in any warm body you wanted in Gotham but for some reason, you’re such a fucking masochist.”
Your chest heaved from your exerted shouts and you turned your head to stare at him and god, how you instantly wanted to take it all back. Jason stared at you with such a wounded look on his face that your already breaking heart was cleaved in two. Maybe this would do it. This was the time he would finally get up and walk out.
Jason hesitated for a moment and then he stood up and headed towards the dresser on the other side of the room. You watched him with glassy, tear-filled eyes, waiting for him to pull out a duffle bag and start packing. Instead, he merely pulled out a pair of sweats and tugged them on so he wasn’t fully naked.
“You deserve someone who can give you what you want,” you blurted out right before one of his shirts collided gently with your face. You scrambled to put it on, tugging the collar down just in time to see Jason whirl on you with his pointer finger outstretched and pain etched on his handsome face.
“Shut the fuck up and just listen for once,” he snarled. He reached up and tugged at his roots before beginning to pace the floor of your small bedroom. “Can’t fuckin’ believe what I’m hearing. For someone so smart, you are really so fucking stupid sometimes.”
Both of his hands were now in his hair, tugging and massaging across his scalp, and then he stopped and faced you again, hands falling to slap against his thighs.
“How could you say that?” His voice, deep and warm and every bit your Jason’s and not that modulated crap that came out of his helmet, broke.
“I could…I would never,” he stammered out. “We have the word for a goddamn reason and that’s because I would never be able to live with myself if I hurt you. Especially if you had the opportunity to tell me you were hurting but you felt like you needed to fucking…I don’t know, service me?! Goddamnit. Please, please, baby, tell me this has never happened before. Tell me that I’ve never hurt you.”
He fell to his knees before you and then he was crying. Your Jason was weeping. Strong, everlasting Jason who faced down the worst of the worst with a sneer and a quip on his lips had collapsed in front of you. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you felt like your touch would do more harm than good right now.
“No, never. This was the first time,” you whispered.
He buried his head in his hands and you could see his shoulders relax just a fracture before he was blinking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. “If I ever treat you like some glorified fleshlight that I use to get off, then I would personally drag my ass to Dick’s apartment and tell him to beat me senseless with his fucking escrima sticks. Do you understand me?”
His hands curled around the back of your calves and he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. You finally reached out and cupped your hands around his face, nodding in understanding. Jason chewed at his bottom lip, his eyes searching and scanning your face for some kind of answer or sign or way to fix this. He let his head drop to rest against your stomach and you slid your fingers in the silk short strands of dark hair that rested at his neck.
“I don’t deserve anyone, and I especially don’t deserve you,” he croaked out. “I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. We’ll take it easy. You have those dilators from the pelvic floor therapist and I can massage you and-”
You eased him back up to be face to face with you and you brushed his errant curls out of his face. “I’m sorry, I was just upset. I never meant to make you feel like this. Jason, you are the greatest man alive and I am so, so fucking sorry for making you doubt that.”
His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head and he pulled you flush against his bare torso. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck and yanked him down to lay next to you on the bed. He went willingly and covered half of your body with his, ensuring that he was between you and the door as if anyone would be stupid enough to go after the Red Hood’s girl.
“I just feel like a failure when it happens,” you explained. “Like I can’t give you what you want. And that’s not fair to you.”
“What’s not fair to me,” he corrected. “Is that you think that what I want is more important than your comfort and health. I’m not with you because you’re great in bed, which you really fucking are. This isn’t a one and done, screw them and lose them kind of situation. Jesus, my name is on the lease. We have plants. I’m all in, sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget that.”
You stroked your fingers along the planes of his face, squirming up so you were nose to nose with him. Jason wiped some stray tears from your cheeks and then grasped your hand so he could bring it to his lips and lay a delicate kiss along your knuckles.
“And we have a safe word because it’s called basic fucking safe sex practices,” he growled once he stopped decorating your skin with kisses. “It’s not just for when you’re in pain, but also when we’re going too hard. Hell, even I can use it. You got that? There is no fucking shame in using our word. And there’s no fucking shame in not wanting to have sex or not being able to have sex. If I ever, ever make you feel pressured into it, there’s a knife in the nightstand and I want you to cut my dick off.”
You let out a teary giggle and he squeezed a hand along your hip. “I’m not kiddin’, sweets. Hack it off and display it for the whole damn city. Viking women used to do that if their husbands wronged them. Can you do that for me?”
“I’m not going to chop your dick off, Jay.”
He squeezed your hip again, a little firmer this time, and looked at you with such deadly calm that you realized his enemies should be grateful that he wore a mask. “Promise me. Promise me that you will never let me hurt you.”
“I promise. But I know that you would never hurt me.” You slid your fingers along his collarbone, over the puckered stars emblazoned on his body that reminded you of the numerous kisses with death he had experienced. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss over a nasty knife scar on his left pec.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed against his skin. He stroked his hand up and down your bicep and tucked you impossibly closer.
“Apology accepted, sweets. What can I do to help you right now?”
You intertwined your legs with his and looked out at the orange light of the fading sun painted across Gotham’s skyline. A sigh passed your lips and then you laid another kiss to his shoulder.
“Just this.”
You knew he would have to leave in a few hours, donned in his usual body armor, leather jacket, and thigh holsters. But for now, you could just savor the warmth, the safety he offered. Jason buried his face against your head and he kissed the crown of your head.
“Just this,” you repeated softly.
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(𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓)𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃
anthony lockwood × gn!reader
wraiths have very powerful ghost locks.
tessa's notes: this is my first fic ever that i’m posting on here so i hope yous enjoy lmfao, this can be read platonically or romantically :)
warnings: kinda angst, hurt/comfort, haunting, ghostlock, swearing, graphic descriptions of violence and murder, happy ending :). takes place some time after lockwood & co, comment if i missed any <3
word count: 0,8k
— EVERYTHING WAS GOING wrong.
You, Lockwood, Lucy and George had gotten separated a few minutes after entering the mansion. Out of the four ghosts, you’d gotten stuck with the Wraith on the first floor, you knew that George was fighting a Poltergeist on the ground floor, but you had no idea about Lucy and Lockwood and you were worried sick.
The Wraith looked horrible, worse than you’d ever seen. Worms crawled out of its nose and eyes, the flesh was peeling off its bones and the entire corpse seemed disfigured. Added to that, its source seemed to have vanished into thin air. You’d searched every single room already but you just couldn’t figure it out. You then stumbled upon a door that you’d missed earlier and went to open it, but as you touched the doorknob, the door flung open and the Wraith, which had previously disappeared, flew out.
You quickly pulled out your rapier in an attempt to defend yourself, but the Wraith surged towards you with a loud screech, making you fall to the ground and your rapier clattered into a dark corner. You scrambled backwards and reached for the chains you brought, only to remember that you’d given them to George, as the Poltergeist had stolen his.
With nothing left to defend yourself and the Wraith continuing to approach you angrily, you started to panic. Your back hit a wall and your eyes widened as you slowly felt your muscles grow heavier.
You were ghostlocked.
Your eyes flickered around the room and the Wraith was fast approaching. “LOCKWOOD!” you cried out instinctively, as it wouldn’t be long before you couldn’t anymore. “LOCKWOOD?! ANYONE?! IT FUCKING LOCKED ME!” you continued screaming, terrified of what was coming. “LOCKWOOD?!” you managed to shout one more time before you were overtaken by a feeling of dread and dispair and completely froze.
Images started flashing through your head. They were memories, but they weren’t yours, at least not that you’d remembered. A young woman and a man were tucked away on a loveseat in an attic, looking at something in the man’s hand. It turned out to be a locket, that was undeniably beautiful and looked like it had cost a fortune. The rest of the images flashed by too quickly for you to process what you were, making you feel extremely dizzy, but you heard screams and cries of agony.
Then other images flashed by, they were your friends, and they were dead. You first saw George, you only recognised him because of the cracked glasses next to him, the rest was unrecognisable. You then saw Lucy, who literally looked frozen, her skin was pale and her lips were blue. Finally, you saw Lockwood, he had blood pouring out of his eyes, nose and mouth and his clothes were soaked with the stuff too.
You tried to think of other things, but your mind refused to coorporate, completely controlled by the Wraith. Speaking of which, you saw it in front of you again, laughing maliciously and reaching out its hand to ghost touch you. This is the end, you thought.
Until it wasn’t.
A rapier flew through the ghost, making it temporarily disappear. Your muscles suddenly started working again and you collapsed onto the ground, breathing rapidly. “Y/N! Please tell me you haven’t been ghost touched,” Lockwood worried as he kneeled down next to you, taking your face into his hands. “Lockwood,” you whispered as you fingers slid into his hair, making sure that what the Wraith had shown wasn’t real. “It’s okay, I’m here,” Lockwood reassured you as he hugged you tightly, “you’re okay.”
“Y/N!” Lucy and George ran up the stairs and joined the embrace. You looked at them and while they did look quite beaten up, it was nowhere near as bad as you’d seen a few minutes prior, so you sighed with relief. “We still need to conceal the source!” you gasped. “Do you know what it is?”
“I think it’s a locket in the attic,” you groaned in pain as you sat upright against the wall. “I got it,” Lucy said determinedly and she dashed up the stairs. Lockwood grabbed your hand and pulled you up, wrapping his arm around your torso for support and George followed suite.
“That bitch is fucking dead,” Lucy deadpanned as she came back down from the attic, “we really need to get out of here.”
— THAT NIGHT, YOU were tossing and turning in an attempt to fall asleep, but you couldn’t get the images of your dead friends out of your head. After checking the time for the thirtieth time, you gave up and got up. You emerged out of your room and tiptoed down the corridor, until you reached Lockwood’s room and knocked, patiently waiting to see if he heard you. A soft, tired hum coming from the room indicated that he did, so you slowly opened the door and entered his bedroom. “Lockwood?” you whispered, “can I please stay with you? I’m really fucking terrified at the moment.”
“Of course, c’mere,” he replied, opening his arms and the blanket for you. You crawled into bed next to him and placed your head on his bare chest, as he carefully draped the blanket over you and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in warmth. “Are you alright?” he asked softly. “I’ll live, but that ghost showed me some fucked up stuff.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not now, I will in the morning. I just wanna sleep right now.”
"That's okay, but know that you're safe here. l've got you," Lockwood muttered as he rubbed comforting shapes onto your back. "I know, thank you," you smiled as you nuzzled your face further into the comfort of Lockwood's body. "Always, sweet dreams" Lockwood replied and the two of you drifted off to a nice, peaceful sleep.
"That's okay, but know that you're safe here. l've got you," Lockwood muttered as he rubbed comforting shapes onto your back. "I know, thank you," you smiled as you nuzzled your face further into the comfort of Lockwood's body. "Always, sweet dreams" Lockwood replied and the two of you drifted off to a nice, peaceful sleep.
"That's okay, but know that you're safe here. l've got you," Lockwood muttered as he rubbed comforting shapes onto your back. "I know, thank you," you smiled as you nuzzled your face further into the comfort of Lockwood's body. "Always, sweet dreams" Lockwood replied and the two of you drifted off to a nice, peaceful sleep.
“That’s okay, but know that you’re safe here. I’ve got you,” Lockwood muttered as he rubbed comforting shapes onto your back. “I know, thank you,” you smiled as you nuzzled your face further into the comfort of Lockwood’s body. “Yeah, always. Sweet dreams,” Lockwood replied and the two of you drifted off to a nice, peaceful sleep.
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REAL IN THE FLESH
➪ pairing : oliver quick x reader, implied relationship with felix catton and reader
➪ sypnosis : you didn’t have a lot of time to talk with oliver, but now you do, and it’s terrifying
➪ other notes : currently can’t write for bsd, but saltburn is currently my new obsession
the summer sun beams on both of you as you lay down on the green grass. oliver was sitting up next to you, gazing at his surroundings. “we haven’t gotten to talk much have we oliver ?” you ask him, you turn your head towards him. “suppose not,” the quiet boy says. “do you like it here ? in saltburn, i mean,” you say, attempting to form conversation.
“it’s lovely, better than home,” he simply says. home. home to oliver seemed monstrous, well from what felix had told you before. “where’s your home ?” oliver asks you. you hum, taken aback from the question. “not far, we have a nice house but i’ve always passed summers here in saltburn, since felix and i started dating,” you respond sighing.
“do you like it ?” he asks. you look at oliver through your sunglasses. “of course i do,” you say, almost scoffing. who wouldn’t like living in a mansion even if it were for a couple of months. “how long have you and felix been together ?” oliver asks. “since sophomore year in high school, well on and off but you know” you respond, liking the flow of the conversation.
felix had mentioned to oliver that you and him and been on and off because of…well felix’s cheating, not that he explicitly told you. but felix couldn’t seem to let you go, after every break, he’d manage to crawl back into your bed, saying that he was forever “your guy” and that all the rumors of him with other girls aren’t true.
“well there’s a reason why he keeps coming back to you,” oliver sighs. you snap your head towards him, “and why is that ?” you say. “you’re fucking beautiful, who wouldn’t want you back,” he says, words rolling off his tongue. you try not to be flustered, you really do. yet a smirk crawls onto your face. “felix would kill you~” you say in a singsong voice.
“you’re different from everyone else here,” oliver suddenly says. “am i ?” you ask, almost confused. “like you’re…you’re authentic,” he says and your breath hitches. “like you’re actually real in the flesh, why is that ?” oli continues. “my father wasn’t there and my mom barely made it through with her job,” you confess, and you realize it’s terrifying.
it’s terrifying that a man you barely knew, now had a glimpse of what your childhood was like. why did you tell him ? why did you tell him ? was it because oliver is kind, too kind for his own good ? you don’t know but suddenly your oversharing has made you uncomfortable.
“i um have to go, uh find felix, wanted to talk to him about something,” you clear your throat as you get up. “you know, he’s cheating on you, he constantly is,” oliver says as you start walking away. “i’m well aware,” you quietly say. and that’s when oliver realizes that you aren’t as stupid as he thought you initially were.
“be seeing you…ollie,” you say, walking towards the mansion that oliver one day would claim as his. a smile falls on his face, one that he had been holding in for a while. maybe you weren’t so useless after all, maybe one day he could fit into felix’s shoes. maybe you just gave him a reason to keep you along for the ride.
#written by terra#sincerely terra#saltburn#saltburn imagines#oliver quick x reader#oliver quick#felix catton x reader#felix catton#writer’s block is killing me
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A little of you, A little of Me
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
Warning: non-con, power unbalance, implied smut, emotional manipulation, fuck or die (?)
He said it was a canon event. He was obviously lying.
Not like that mattered, in the grand scheme of things anyway. Everyone lied to you here, no one thought you were worthy of the truth. This wasn't your world after all and this wasn't your New York. So the rules were just a bit different, a little off.
You couldn't get a pass by just being you.
Nah, you were a played out parlor trick. Something that's been copied and pasted into far too many universes and dimensions. You weren't special. Your name might've not been Peter Parker but that wasn't enough.
You needed to be more. You needed to have something. Anything that would impress Miguel enough to see you as a threat; as someone not worth lying to.
Outside of that, what was there to say? You were just a variant.
Another younger spider person that life hadn’t trampled on yet in your attempt at a normal life. You weren't Ben Reilly or Jessica or that miniature spider from Earth 6-877. And if you wanted to be nice (which was rare) you'd say that your purpose was to look like you had purpose. Like you had any business being here at all.
Just someone to look at Miguel so he could rant and whine about anomalies and dimensional pockets as if any of that sounded sane.
Yet, against your will, you fell in line all the same. Under his gaze, your back straightened and your heart beated erratically while you at least pretended to listen. You had no other choice really. Blame it on being young, or a spider or simply being too naive to see the bad in good.
But when someone with enough confidence, bravado and well everything that made Miguel who he was, said something. It was almost to easy to listen to him, it was practically expected. What else were you going to do? Be stubborn, selfish? Ignorant?
Maybe that’s why Miguel O’hara terrified you.
You knew he was lying but you couldn’t help but listen anyway. In the grand scheme of things he was good at that. With precision and brute strength, he strung together a web of lies and sticky fibs that made you unable to leave. ‘Your canon event’ he had whispered to you in the darkness of his lair. (Cause what else would you call an office with only a computer as its light source)
He had said it so smoothly, so easily; With open arms and eyes wide enough to hide the glimmer of red sheeted underneath it. There was no light show this time, no complicated holograms of the dead parents and the venom symbiotes or the constant blood and death and lost children, no it was just him.
And somehow that was way worse, way more horrific and ankle biting for someone like you.
After all, Miguel was the world, the universe and you were just this thing. This small, crushable thing that backed away and flinched when he took a step too close.
Who couldn’t hide the panicked breaths and syrupy heat that pooled in your stomach. You were nothing beneath the man that created it all. It was a fact that made your ears stay perked up beneath the mask. You were you and he was everything. You should've just listened to him. Yet,
“I don't understand,” it was a statement that broke through all of the other bullshit that bubbled in the base of your throat. All the fear and confusion until you looked at him head on. At Miguel whose frame suddenly swallowed the very shadow of you; With his tall stature and big eyes that glowed in the dark, a new light source that only made you tense up.
A moth that was afraid of the light. That's what you were and you couldn’t help but place another foot back; stumbling like a gangly spider with no stickiness to its legs.
Miguel of course, stood tall and firm.
“I know it's a lot to take in, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you,” you frowned at that, another lie. So much so that your senses couldn’t help but ring a bit higher.
“Then why did you,” you blurted out, cause what else was there to say? Nothing it seemed because Miguel only looked down at you, forever down at you as if you were a kid.
As if you didn’t have a college essay due in a week and a date with your own Peter in another. Jesus, you paid taxes for crying out loud.
You weren’t a child, you weren’t Gwen or Pavitar or god forbid Peter B. You were fucking Spider-Woman, you could ask questions, you could ask why. But the longer the question lingered in the air, the more childish you felt and the more ridiculous you realized it was to question Miguel.
Suddenly you felt silly, even if Jessica was suspiciously not here and Peter was gone and everyone that littered the corners of this office of his was now non-existent.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the scuffs you heard beneath the floorboards, you might’ve been tricked into thinking that you were the only ones in this building, in this entire shitty city even.
The corners of your lips now trembled and your hands pulled at the spandex of your suit. You looked down. “I have a date next week,”
"it's gonna be our first one," it was a shitty protest but,
“And do you think that's worth the end of the multiverse?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply crowded you in and backed you up roughly until your feet twisted again with the other.
“Do you think your Peter would want everyone to die just so what? He can get his dick wet?” Your face twisted at that.
“Go fuck yourself," Cause nah you weren’t a push over.
Yet, you could only bring your mask halfway up to say it; enough for him to read your lips and see the way they sneered at him. He didn’t need to know that your eyes were firm on the ceiling the whole time.
“You know nothing about me, about him,”
He got closer, suddenly you were chest to chest. “I know that the Miguel in your universe is dead,”
“I know that in every version of you and every version of me there's an us, no matter how it happens, or how quick it is,” Bullshit, it was all fucking bullshit. But he said it with such confidence and reluctance, like the words were hard to think about, much less say.
“Listen, I’ll make it quick” he continued, a rough hand now on your shoulder. All that muscle that you built over the years now nothing beneath his grip.
Optimistically, some part of you thought he meant for it to be reassuring but your senses have started to scream and there was a tremble in your thighs that wasn't there before. This time, it was Miguel that pushed you back, your knees buckling into something hard.
“No, there has to be another way,”
“There's not—unfortunately” he added on, like it was an afterthought.
"Bullshit,"
“Did you even try?”
“Try?” he cocked his head, jaw clenched tight. “Trying means there's a possibility of failing, Spider-woman,”
“Are you willing to take that risk?” Are you? Have you ever? Of course, the words stayed stuck in your throat.
Buried and dead, all while Miguel looked at you with the intensity of someone who regularly gave false choices before solemnly he rolled his shoulders. Whatever he found in the tremble of your lips and awkwardness of your gait making him attempt something close to a smile.
"Listen, I'm trying to be nice," He sighed, his fangs gleaming beneath his lips. "Or do you think I want this? Want you?" And ok, ouch.
"Man, I just think this situation is fucked,"
"I mean, why does it have to be you," it could be any other varient. Any other Miguel. But the comment only earned you another childish look down.
Another sneer that said you knew nothing, he knew everything and you might as well just fall in line. The grip on your shoulders grew tighter. Beneath him you suffocated.
Above you, his eyes bled red and his fangs never looked so sharp. "The multiverse could collapse at any moment and you want conveniency?"
"I was just thinking-"
"And that's the problem,"
"You thought, and now we're debating the fate of trillions,"
"Are you really that selfish?" he spat and your eyes widened.
Selfish. You seized up at that word like it was poison and in a way it was. Selfish and Spider-Woman were antonyms. They fought constantly and neither ever won. Selfishness was a curse, a bane that wove itself into your skin until you dragged it out yourself. Pulling and pulling and pulling until you felt it kiss your underskin.
Selfish. Bile bubbled in your throat and your fingers tingled. He was lying. You knew this, you felt the truth sting at your skin, felt the pricks at the base of your neck and yet,
"Ok," you whispered. One word but Miguel didn't need you to repeat yourself.
“Ok," he drew out testedly, as if he was tasting his own victory.
"Then come on,” he gestured to something behind you; his expression still sorrow as if this was hard for him. “Bend over,”
“On your tippy toes and widen your legs,” God, he did not just say ‘tippy toes’.
‘Is that a part of the canon event too?’ you wanted to ask.
But to speak it meant to acknowledge what this really was. It meant that you couldn’t pretend that you ever had a choice.
Yet, your tongue still burned with questions, with the why,why,why. A list of snarky, back handed comments laid at the tip of your tongue. You had so many questions to ask.
And childishly you couldn't help but think that maybe you could change his mind, maybe you could convince him that this wasn't worth it. If only you used the right set of words, the correct cadence, an inspiring lilt to your tongue.
But Miguel O’hara was terrifying and big and all the doors were closed and there was only one source of light and-
You turned around and bent over, on your tippy toes.
Suddenly, a strong ache stretched from your legs and into your belly. Before eventually it twisted into your senses and made your head hurt and core heat up. Did your body know? Did it understand what was happening?
From behind you, Miguel's feet stayed stagnant, frozen in place.
It was an reaction that gave you half a mind to stand back up cause what if this was a joke? A sick fucking joke and everyone was about to come out of the corners and laugh and tease you for again being the dumbest of the spidermen before what sounded like the largest exhale known to man bounced off the walls and Miguel was directly behind you. A large hand pressed onto your back, as if he thought you were gonna escape, as if you could.
“One day you’ll thank me for this,” he whispered, while you ignored the way his breath went ragged, and the way his talons slowly spliced at the spandex of your suit.
Quickly, your cunt hit cold air and you shuddered violently. Miguel took another deep breath, his taloned fingers brushed against your cheek before gently, patiently he pulled the mask off your face. Your braids now splayed across the table.
"Now look forward, we're saving the world," then his suit completely dematerialized, and you widened your legs.
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