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Journaled Confessions - James x Reader
A/N: My first fic on this blog! I can't wait to keep writing. For now, enjoy the first of many to come! I love this one with all my heart, and I hope you will too!
Pairing: James x Reader
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Cursing, mild violence (if you can call it that), self-doubting.
Enjoy!
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Do you ever get the feeling that you're destined to fail? That whatever you do, it's all gonna come back and bite you in the ass? That's how you felt trying to gather your courage to tell James how you felt.Â
You'd think it'd be metaphorically easy, confessing to a literal sex demon that he's all you think about at night. (Sorry Damien) But it's not. He's thwarted your efforts, whether conscious or not, every time you've tried to pull yourself together and tell him how you felt.Â
There were many times you could remember trying to bring up love in a conversation or trying to ask him a question only for something else to catch his attention and squander your confidence completely. Or he just changed the subject and you never got to attempt to tell him how you felt at all.Â
Living with him plus his brothers wasn't any help either.Â
"SAM! Give it back!" You shouted at the middle incubus brother who had snooped in your room and grabbed your journal. He was in one of his teasing moods, and unfortunately Matthew was out of the house. So you got the brunt of his attack.Â
Sam smirked at you, dangling the journal high up where you couldn't grab it. "Oh yeah? Why don't you just come up and get it?" He taunted. You growled, a snarl pulling onto your face.Â
"I swear to god Sam-!" You cursed, making another dive for your journal as Sam tried to dangle it closer to you. You failed to grab it as Sam pulled it away just in time for your hands to barely touch it. He let out a cackle of laughter, holding the journal up close to the ceiling, making you huff with annoyance.Â
"What? You afraid I'll find out all of your little secrets, Y/N?" Sam teased further. You were beginning to lose your patience. You now understood how Matthew felt when being teased by Sam. You really wanted to hit him somewhere it hurts. But you knew better.Â
Your one mission here, although you were losing, was to keep Sam out of your private thoughts. Although it wasn't a secret, you thought no one else knew of your crush on the eldest incubus brother. You couldn't help it, there was something about him that you just couldn't place. Something that made your heart jump wildly in your chest when the two of you would read together in the library on his days off or when he'd watch your favorite show with you when the other boys wouldn't. Something about your show being too difficult to follow, or whatever that meant. James watched it with you though whenever he could, discussing it in much deeper detail than anyone else could.Â
But you couldn't tell him about your feelings. They were silly! And besides, the boys meant a lot to you. You weren't about to ruin your peaceful co-existence with them by adding the awkwardness of a failed confession. So that was why you had to keep Sam from reading your journal. Because if your secret was in anyone else's hands, you knew for sure it'd end up back to James somehow. And then where would we be?
"Sam, just please give it back!" You sighed in exasperation as you pleaded once again for Sam to return your belongings.Â
"No way! You're acting too protective for me to give it back now. I wanna know what Miss Y/N Anderson writes in her little journal-" Sam teased again as he turned to give you a mischievous smirk, failing to realize how low the journal had gotten because of his distraction. You took your chance and reached out for the journal, finally getting a good grip on it.Â
Sam immediately began to pull back on it, making your grip loosen slightly around the journal. "Come on, I'm just playing around!" He teases again. You grip harder, pulling twice as hard to try and pull your private life from his hands. Albeit, you knew this was a losing battle. Once it was in Sam's hands, you were never getting it back.Â
"I don't want you looking at my journal Sam!" You shouted again, pulling as hard as you could, refusing to give up even when you knew you were losing. If you could keep James from knowing, even if just a little longer, it was worth the effort to keep your relationship as it was.Â
"What is going on here?!"
Suddenly you felt Sam's grip on the journal completely fall away, sending you tumbling back and crashing into the wall. You let out a groan of pain, a harsh throbbing beginning from where your head hit the wall. Your journal fell from your hands and laid on the hardwood floors as if cast aside.Â
James appeared in front of you in the next instant, his whiskey brown eyes filled with worry as he examined you for any injuries. You felt your heart tighten as you watched him, his skin seemingly glistening in the rays of the sun that leaked through the window a few inches to your left. His hair seemed perfectly fallen atop his head, despite being finger-brushed. His touch was gentle as he caressed your shoulders and touched your head to inspect for any damage.
"Thank god you're alright. I don't see anything concerning. Though I have to ask, what was so important to be shouting about?" James spoke beside you, knelt down to your level. His voice was exasperated and filled with mild irritation. You felt your heart sinking as you looked up at him through the corner of your eye, knowing he had no idea how you felt. He never would, and you knew that well.Â
 Your lip quivered as tears threatened to spill from your eyes not from the pain from your fall, but from the fact that you knew you could never tell him how you felt. Usually you'd save these tears for late nights. But something about your feelings almost getting out had turned you into a faucet.Â
You covered your eyes with one of your hands, desperate not to cry. When your attempt failed, and you felt tears spilling into your hand, you let out a soft gasp and without a second thought you stood up and made a dash for your room, closing the door behind you.Â
You could hear both James and Sam yelling from behind your door, but you couldn't make yourself care. You locked the door and, for good measure, pulled one of the armchairs in the room to the base of the door to block it from being opened. Just in case they managed to get it unlocked somehow. Although that probably wouldn't help with Sam in the picture, but you weren't exactly thinking clearly.Â
You breathed heavily, slowly letting yourself sob as you cowered at the foot of your bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees as you just let yourself cry harder than you can ever remember.Â
He was perfect. He was the perfect gentleman and you didn't deserve him. You just so happened to be the one he and his brothers had found after being injured by Malix. You were sure he'd treat any and all other girls the same. You weren't special.Â
You could hear James's voice soften as he continued to call your name and beg to be let inside. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to force his voice from your mind.Â
"Miss please, open the door. You⌠you left your journal out here."Â
You felt your body go rigid as fear entered you and your heart dropped completely into your stomach. How could you be so stupid as to leave your journal outside when it was the only place you poured all of your feelings for the man currently trying to coerce you into opening the damn door? What if he knew?Â
What were you thinking? He probably already knew! Now you'd never be able to face him again. You'd have to ignore him for the rest of your life.Â
You groaned and grabbed a pillow from the chair beside your bed and shoved your face into it. Like you could really ignore him for the rest of your life. James wouldn't allow that. If anything, he'd sit you down and then gently tell you that he only sees you as a close friend. God, you could already feel your heart breaking.Â
You could feel your cheeks brighten with a raging fire of embarrassment. Your cheeks burned as you will yourself to at least shout one last thing to try and remedy the issue. "None of it's real! I didn't mean any of it!"Â
The room was quiet for a moment, no sound came from either party on either side of the door. You thought for sure he'd taken your words and stood up to walk away. You kind of hoped he had. But that wasn't the case.Â
A gentle rustling sounded from behind the door, alerting you to the small space between the door and the floor as you saw your journal being pushed into your room.Â
You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what this was. You were surprised when James spoke up again.Â
"I didn't read any of it, Y/N. Please, will you let me in?" James replied in a voice that you knew was genuine. He was worried, and you could feel his words lifting your heart slightly out of hope that he didn't know about your hopeless feelings.Â
You stared at the door for a moment, almost as if you could see the man who was no doubt knelt behind it to try and talk to you. You felt your throat go dry, unsure of anything to say.Â
Before you could really discern what you were doing, you found yourself on your feet and taking hold of the chair that you had moved in front of the door. You stopped for a moment, trying to decide whether you should truly let him in.Â
Your heart gave a gentle thump, giving you your answer. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes for the briefest of moments. When you opened them again, you pulled the chair away from the door and unlocked the door with a single click from the doorknob. You stood in front of the door, waiting for James to turn the knob himself. However, a moment passed and he still didn't open the door. Of course, ever the gentleman.Â
You took another deep breath in before you rested your hand on the knob and slowly turned it. Upon opening the door, you found James standing there with concern swirling in his eyes. His eyebrows upturned as he gazed at you, probably looking for some sort of answer for your behavior. You sniffled softly and took a step back, looking down at the journal you'd forgotten to pick up.Â
James's gaze followed yours, reaching down to grab it before holding back out to you. "I believe this belongs to you?" He spoke quietly. Nodding, you take the journal and press it against your chest. The two of you don't move for another couple moments, unsure of what first move to make.Â
Eventually, you moved first and walked over to your bed, taking a seat. James followed, taking a seat beside you silently. You felt your heart jump at his closeness, before quickly stomping out the rising embers of a crush you knew you couldn't keep stoking.Â
You sheepishly looked up into his eyes, not finding annoyance or any form of irritation at your behavior. You swallowed hard, wishing he would just say something. Anything.Â
How was this man real? Incubus or not, he was a complete gentleman and you didn't know how to handle it. Who could blame you for your little crush? It wasn't hard to not fall for him. What with his shining smile, his just messy enough to be sexy hair, his well-kept appearance, the muscles you had a hard time ignoring when he would sit or move. Don't get you started on his personality. He was absolutely perfect, treating you like the princess Erik had dubbed you. And yet, he never complained. He never had one measly complaint about serving or helping you.Â
But he didn't, obviously giving you the space to speak when you felt like it and to allow you to have his presence to help calm you in the meantime.
And what were you? A simple human girl who managed to have a panic attack over a stupid journal. You weren't sophisticated or well mannered enough for him. You knew that. You just couldn't be his type.Â
You felt the storm brewing in your chest grow stronger, making it hard not to continue crying now that you've stopped. You rubbed your eyes free from remaining tears, returning your hands to your journal.Â
"IâŚ" you began, knowing that one of you had to say something or you were both going to stay silent for the rest of the day. "I'm sorry. You shouldnât have had to see me like that." You managed to say just above a whisper. Anything louder was impossible.Â
James slowly moved closer to you, his eyes never losing their concern as they continued to gaze upon you. "Don't apologize for your feelings. They're a part of you." James spoke softly, not making any more attempts to get closer to you.Â
You sigh and look down again. Even now, he couldn't stop being the gentleman you had fallen in love with. You felt completely cared for in that moment, making opening up seem not so bad. You stopped yourself, determined not to burden James with your stupid feelings.Â
James swallowed for a moment, before he began to speak again as calmly as he could. "What I'm concerned about, is how you're feeling, Y/N. First, I rush upstairs after hearing you and Sam yelling, then you manage to hit your head and run off before I can even evaluate what the situation was." James was concerned about you, that was evident as his body subconsciously moved closer to yours as you tried to put some distance between you by scooting a bit away.Â
"I'm just worried about you. What did Sam do that troubled you this much?" James continued, his gaze never leaving your form. You continued to stare downwards, trying to think of a way to avoid your feelings. He didn't need to know. It was better that he didn't.Â
"ItâŚ" you began, sighing for a moment as you tried to recollect yourself. "It's nothing, James. Really. Sam was just playing around and took my journal after snooping in my room. It's not that big a deal." You explain, refusing to look him in the eyes. You hoped he would take the bait and drop the conversation, but that was wishful thinking.Â
James frowned. "But it's hurting you, Y/N. You can't tell me it isn't a big deal if you're still bothered by it. Especially to this degree." James expressed, laying a hand on your shoulder. You wanted it so badly to have caressed your cheek instead. The thought almost had you in tears.Â
"You don't get it⌠It isn't a big deal, cause it only affects me." You respond softly with a small white lie, sniffling as tears try to escape again. James's hand tightened a bit at your comment, taking a deep breath out of disbelief.Â
"What? You can't be serious, Y/N. Of course it affects us. Your well-being and safety are my brothers and I's top priority. You mean a lot to us. A lot⌠to me. " James spoke earnestly, looking away as he finished his statement. What? What did he mean by that?Â
You made yourself look at him, confused as to what he had meant. Before you could ask, he spoke again. "Just⌠just know we all care about you. Even Sam. Although he sometimes has a hard time showing it." James added, grumbling as he mentioned his middle brother.Â
You took another breath, your mind completely occupied with trying to decipher what James had meant before. "I⌠JamesâŚ" you began, unsure of how to inquire what he had meant. "W-what did you mean before, when you said that I meant a-a lot to you?" You manage to ask. James's eyes widened at your question, swallowing nervously.Â
"I-I⌠it's uhâŚ" he began, seeming to swap his demeanor with you. "You are special to everyone, t-that isâŚuhâŚ" James added, his cheeks growing slightly pink with embarrassment.Â
You couldn't believe your ears or your eyes. Was⌠was James blushing? Avoiding your question as though there was more that he was keeping from you?
You scoot closer to him, a newfound confidence blooming inside you. Could he just so happen to feel the same? And you were just blind to it all this time?Â
"I know I'm special to you boys. But you said I was specifically special to youâŚ" you reiterated, hoping that you weren't making the issue worse.Â
James blushed harder at your closeness, but he didn't move. He just swallowed and averted his eyes. "Y-yesâŚIâŚ" he started, sighing in defeat. "There is no way I'm getting out of this, is there?" He asked no one in particular. You shook your head, a new playful mood taking hold of you. James looked up into your eyes, a smile pulling onto his lips. "Well at least you've cheered up." He says softly. You smile gently, staying silent out of respect for the eldest incubi.Â
James's whiskey colored eyes filled with doubt and a small twinge of⌠fear? You couldn't help but feel dumbfounded at that. Fear? Of what?Â
"Y/NâŚ" he began, his eyes finding yours and staring intently into them. "You mean a lot to me. Our time together is my favorite thing in this world and the next. The thought of spending time with you, whether it be reading some new novel you've found or watching that show when the new episodes come out, it makes my day that much better just by thinking of you."Â
You felt your heart squeeze with a new hope. He⌠he really enjoyed your time together that much? You looked down at his hand that remained in his lap, finding it clenched tightly in a nervous fist.Â
James looked away, taking his hand and running it through his hair nervously. "I believe what I'm trying to say is⌠I⌠I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I probably should." James spoke, finally looking into your eyes as he spoke. In almost a split second, everything slipped into place. You stared at James, dumbfounded. Was he seriously confessing to you right now?!Â
James sighed almost in defeat, finding it in himself to look back into your eyes. "I don't expect you to fully reciprocate, Y/N. Please, don't feel that you have to. You just⌠you deserve to know that people care about you. More than you believe that they should." James expressed with a look of determination that quickly overtook his doubt.Â
You stared back at him, dumbfounded and in shock once again. This man was seriously surprising you again. He felt the same way? Seriously? Your silly little crush wasn't just a crush? You scrambled through your mind to try and communicate that you truly did reciprocate, coming up with blanks for a few seconds.Â
Then, it hit you. The realization almost hits you like a truck.Â
You pull your journal from your chest and quickly open it, surprising James with the sudden movement. He raises an eyebrow, confused as to what you're doing.Â
"Miss--What are youâ" he started, never actually finishing his statement as you had flipped to the page you were looking for.Â
"Tuesday the 16th, I cannot keep living like this. Every moment I spend with him is another moment where I can't stop looking at him with the undeniable urge to kiss him. I can't hear him speak to me without wondering just what it would be like for him to call me something other than 'Miss'. I can't help but wonder what sweet nothings he would say to me and only me if only I were his. This is absolute torture. What did I ever do to deserve him?" You finish the page, flipping it quickly. James stares at you, unsure of how to even begin as you begin another page.Â
"Thursday the 18th, he sat beside me today. It wasn't that big a deal, we were just watching some new show. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would look like if he were the guy I was watching on the screen and I was the leading woman. His love interest. And then he goes and smiles at me with that damned sunshine-personified smile that melts my insides and turns me into moldable putty. If he asked me to do anything, all he'd have to do is flash me that smile and I'm a goner.How can he not know the power he holds?" You read, not even looking at James at this point, turning to the next page and reading the next entry.Â
"Friday the 19th, I cannot keep doing this to myself. He just made breakfast. But he was such a gentleman while doing it. Don't get me started on how he looked in that apron, I can't get that image out of my head. He made my pancakes seperate from the rest, adding blueberries to mine while the others had plain ones. What did I do to deserve having this man in my life? I don't deserve him, I don't think I ever will." You finished the third entry, ready to go onto the next, but you saw James's hand lay itself onto your journal, stopping you from continuing. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at him, seeing him staring intently at you with his loveable whiskey brown eyes.Â
He didn't speak, his eyes seemingly searching for answers in yours. You look down at his hand and place yours on top of his. You gathered what confidence that remained in your chest and spoke up again.Â
"Page after page of my gushing over how much I like you and how much I wish I could just kiss you and it have no consequences. Pages of my shameless rambling over a man I have wanted since I met him. That's what I didn't want Sam to see. I didn't want him reading this and then going running to you. Because then⌠if you didn't feel the same?" You paused, looking away as you began to lose confidence with James's lack of a reaction.
 "Then life wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't be able to look at you without knowing I screwed things up by having stupid feelings. I wouldn't be able to sit and read with you in silence knowing I ruined everything by having feelings for a demon when I'm just some measly human-" you continued to rant, growing frantic and slightly louder as you unloaded almost years of uncertainty upon the object of your affections.Â
The thing that stopped you, however, was the sudden touch of his lips against yours.Â
Completely blindsided, you widen your eyes at the sudden kiss. Soon, however, you melt into it, feeling James's lips soften and press slightly harder back against yours. You tilt your head just a bit, pressing your lips back against his own. You lean closer to him, raising one of your hands and placing it on the back of his head and pulling him closer to you. You don't feel the drain of your energy that you'd come to expect from an incubi kiss, but instead feel the spark of something in your core. Like a fire being relit after having been stomped out one too many times.Â
James lifts his hand from where it had laid on your shoulder and laid it on your cheek, cupping your face in his palm. Your heart began to pump faster in your chest, feeling as though it might give out. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him and practically into his lap. You didn't mind. You wanted this, you wanted to be as close to him as possible.Â
Your lips danced with each other, his tongue brushing against your lips and asking for permission to deepen it. You don't think twice. You press yourself closer to him, pulling his face closer to yours. It was perfect, the kiss was everything you dreamed of. It was a shame it had to end.Â
James finally pulled away after a few moments, panting as he had run out of breath. A string of saliva connected your mouths, reminding you of the previous moment's events He stared at you unblinking, his eyes slightly blown with a want. A need.Â
After a moment of catching his breath, James's hand left your waist and pulled your hand from his neck and held it close. "You⌠are not justâŚ'some measly human', Y/N. You are everything to me. I will not let you put yourself down like that." He insists, staring directly into your eyes with a newfound determination.
"...JamesâŚ" you reply, feeling your heart pounding again in your chest somehow faster than it had during your kiss.Â
"I wish I had known how you felt sooner. Then maybe we could have avoided you and Sam wrestling over a journal. Maybe then⌠this wouldn't have to feel so rushed." James added, his free hand leaving your cheek and rubbing his neck awkwardly. As he looks away from you, you lean in and press a gentler kiss to his cheek, catching his attention again.
"Nothing can change how I see you, Y/N. You are an amazing woman and I am honored that you let us stay here. That we are allowed occupancy in your home despite being what we are. You may not see it, but when I look at you I see the most beautiful woman in all five worlds. You talk of my smile? Yours could bring me to my knees if you commanded it." James rattled off in earnest, smiling brightly as he described just how much he cared for you. Maybe, maybe even loved you.Â
"It's okay, James. I'm fine. I told you, the journal wasn't that big a deal. I was just worried you'd find out and then-" you began again, quickly getting cut off by James.Â
"James⌠IâŚ" you stop, smiling and gasping as you try to come up with a reply. He shook his head.Â
"You don't have to keep convincing me, Y/N. I am yours, for as long as you want me. I will remain by your side till the end of time should you wish for it." James replied, his hand reaching up to your cheek again and cupping your face. "You, are the light of my life. I don't know what I'd do without you." James looked into your eyes lovingly, almost squandering the remaining doubt inside your chest. His next words completely silenced them.Â
"I love you, Y/N."Â
You felt a sob catch in your throat and you immediately swallowed it, tears flowing from your eyes soon after. James widened his eyes at the sudden appearance of your tears, looking into your eyes in hopes that he hadn't upset you. Before he could speak, you lean in again and kiss him tearfully. His hesitance melted away once more as he gently kissed you again, somehow pulling you even closer.Â
"Oy, could you lovebirds knock it off? Somebody still needs to make lunch." Sam's voice echoed into the room, quickly ruining the moment. You didn't have to be Damien to feel the anger radiating off of James as he pulled away and turned to his brother with a hardened glare.Â
"Then why don't you make it, Sam? You're perfectly capable of cooking yourself." James retorted, clearly annoyed that his moment with you was ruined. Sam gave his eldest brother a look of annoyance.Â
"But isn't it supposed to be your job? I tried cooking and you got mad at me for making a mess!" Sam reminded, only making his situation worse. James huffed, almost growling.Â
"Then be careful to NOT make a mess while you do it. I'm busy." James snapped, his hold on your hand remaining but tightening at the annoyance of his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and shrugged.Â
"Fine. I'll just tell you that again later when you get mad that the kitchen's a wreck." Sam tossed back, soon after heading back down the stairs and clearly to the kitchen. James huffed again, turning his head back to you.Â
"I swear it's like I live with ruffians." James growled. You giggled softly and kissed his cheek. James soon let go of his anger and instead looked at you with love.Â
"I love you too, James." You spoke gently, catching him off guard for a moment. His whiskey irises danced with the wonder of your statement as he began to smile.Â
He pressed his forehead against yours, his smile bright and happy. You smiled back, realizing that no words needed to be said.Â
"JAMES! HELP! Sam tried to make spaghetti, and the sauce is literally everywhere!" Matthew's voice called back up the stairs, sounding urgent. You rolled your eyes, snickering. James grumbled and sat back, shaking his head.Â
"I cannot even take five minutes for myself." James muttered under his breath. He stood up, his hands leaving you reluctantly. You stood after him, standing beside him.Â
"It's alright. It's to be expected." You began, giggling as you thought of Sam somehow spraying the spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen. You place your hand in his and smile. "Nothing we can't fix."Â
James looked at you and smiled again, squeezing your hand. "Alright. Now let's see just how much of a mess we're dealing with here." He sighed, pulling you alongside him as you both made your way downstairs into the fray.
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the feeling when your fictional crush is so wild you can't even defend them:
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to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3
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real shit
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Peter Maximoff as your bf | hc's
SFW + NSFW!!
A/N: i am detrimentally ill rn so expect spam while im ill !! tysm anon for requesting this mwah ily, everyone feel free to hit up my inbox
SFW !!
âł If he sees things he thinks you'll like, he definitely buys steals them for you
âł I think hes the type of person that dapples in all the love languages, however i can see him being big on words of affirmation
âł Like, is the type to tell you how much he loves you/how pretty you look/how much he appreciates you ALL THE TIME. probably accidentally just slips it out sometimes, just says it as soon as he thinks it
âł Definitely down to do anything you want to do, just say the word and he'll speed you wherever whenever
âł Type to give you loads of little kisses all over your face while you're both giggling over it
âł Dates with Peter can vary between big movie marathons/game nights with an abundance of snacks that he eats most of, to him speeding you over to places you'd brought up that you'd wanted to go to
âł Imagine breaking into an indoor playground/softplay with him after hours (COULD write a fic ab that lmk if u guys want that)
NSFW !!
âł DEFINITELY uses his powers, human vibrator guys HUMAN VIBRATOR
âł That being said, DONT use a vibrator if ur horny, just give Peter a call, he'll be right there
âł DEFINITELY a switch, subby Peter is so dreamy and its canon u cant tell me its not, but if u wanna sub he's down for that too
âł If he's sub, HES SO WHINY, this man is loud he will not hesitate to tell you how good you make him feel
âł DANGEROUSLY GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE.
âł If you're needy for him, he'll eat you out and finger you, and he wont stop unless you ask him to, he definitely gets insanely pussy drunk
âł aftercare king, ESPECIALLY if you've safeworded him this man will be making sure you're the most comfortable you've ever felt in your life
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he hurt me but it felt like true love
-Kai anderson x fem reader
CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.
summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.
You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasnât something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.
He had promised you heâd be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldnât text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.
Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldnât complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.
Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.
âkai? whats h-â His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.
âTell me, do you think iâm stupid y/n?â He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. âDo you think you get to be some slut while with me?â
You look at him with confusion âwhat are you talking about kai?â you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin
âStay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i donât know what you do?â And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.
âkai i have no fucking idea what youâre talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.â He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet thatâs what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.
âIm not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?â He laughs again almost phycotictly âThey think youâre a stupid slut thatâs free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Hereâs a thought baby, why donât you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you wonât embarrass me like this?â
âi didnt do anything kai, i wasnât even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but thatâs just because i want to be a part of what you do, why canât you see that?â
âYou wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than itâs from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i donât love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?â He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.
âyes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?â Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.
âYou want me attention huh? and my love. Here iâll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?â He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. âOpen that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? iâll give it to youâ You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.
âIs this was you wanted? hereâs the fucking attention for youâ He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. âI should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then iâd be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. prettyâ One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.
You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. âOh you love this donât you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your wordsâ His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.
âWhat a fucking slut, no panties? i shouldâve known this is what you wanted all alongâ He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. âBut, i wonât do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wantedâ
âyes divine ruler this is what i wanted, iâm such a slut for you but only for you i swear. iâll do better.â As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didnât know where possible.
âGood girlâ You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. âwhat a good fucking girl you are while doing what youâre told. Do you want even more attention?â A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.
âmhm, pleaseâ And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.
âYouâre still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm⌠your life is all at my mercy. show me youâre worth my attentionâ Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him youâre worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss youâve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug youâd never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. âYou feel so fucking goodâ He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.
âiâm all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you pleaseâ You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. âif iâm not enough for you iâll kill me myselfâ Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.
âThat wonât be necessary my pretty slutâ He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didnât care, all you could think about was him.
âIâm gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine rulerâ You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. âfill me with your seed, please itâs all i live for, itâs all id die for kaiâ
âCum for me baby, iâll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for youâ He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. âOpen up that pretty mouth for meâ Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.
âam i worthy of you divine ruler?â Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.
âMy pathetic little slut. youâre worthy.â
He hurt you and it felt like true love.
I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are openâĽď¸ -rain
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i'm soooo glad you're back!!! love your writting so much, was thinking about some ghostfaceÂĄ tate or shit yk...like everyone who flirts with reader end murdered
iâm sorry this took me so long to do đ but i sorta did my own twist on this request, hope you donât mind⌠i love it⌠anyway⌠:)
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Lovefool
Tate Langdon x f!reader
warnings: murder, smut, stalking, obsession, very toxic, manipulation, very minor talk of drug use⌠virgins, yeah idk what else itâs just stalker tate being crazy for you
summary: tateâs loved you since the first moment you met, and he would do anything to be with you⌠anythingâŚ
word count: 4.4
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2011
You stare at the boy in front of you, a mix of emotions stirring inside you. Heâs your age still, you arenât too surprised at that. Youâre more surprised at the fact that heâs in front of you. Itâs been so long since the last time you saw him. You remember the pain, the pure fear that paralyzed your body the last time the two of you had an encounter. It still makes you uneasy.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask, your voice weak.
He shrugs. âItâs Halloween.â
âThereâs been plenty of Halloweens Tate and this is the first time Iâve seen you here. What do you want?â You reply in a harsher tone than.
Tate shrugs again and starts to play with the sleeves of his sweater. You canât believe this is real. You want to close your eyes and pretend this is all a sick dream, though you havenât slept in years. After a few seconds, you cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. This isnât going to be easy.
âTate the fact you even have the balls to try to find me is crazy, what happened? Did you suddenly feel some sense of guilt? Are you finally sorry for what you did to me? I donât even care if you are sorry, I donât care about anything except the one question Iâve wondered since the night it happened,â you say.
âWhat question?â He responds.
âWhy?â Your eyes start to burn. âWhy did you kill me?â
~~~
1993
Tate had never seen any girl as beautiful as you. Never. Not in a movie, not in a magazine, nothing. From the first time he saw you in kindergarten, he knew there was something special about you. Of course, he didnât know it would grow into what it did until middle school when his hormones took over. His feelings for you quickly transitioned from a pure crush to a sick obsession. And the best and worst part of it all was that you had no idea.
You never really spoke to him. He was out of your league. You were popular, but not braindead popular like the people you surrounded yourself with. Tate had seen you in some of your classes. You were smart, you got the best grades in those classes. You had plans for yourself after high school, unlike your friends. That knowledge only made him admire you more.
The problems began when you started going out with one of the popular boys in your group, David. He was awful for you; Tate didnât understand why you chose to have such a relationship with someone like that. Heâd watch how David would wrap his arms around you in the hallways, leave small kisses on your cheeks, and whisper words in your ears that made your face turn bright red. It made him furious.
What did David have that he didnât? Why was he so special? Tate knew he could give you more than David ever could. So, why were you with him?
Tate quickly became blinded by rage and jealousy.
At night heâd lie awake, the knowledge that you mightâve been out there opening your legs for another boy making him sick. Thatâs when the fantasies began. He imagined killing David. How would he do it? Where? In what way would leave the least amount of blood on his clothes? The image of his mutilated body consumed Tateâs thoughts. He liked it.
It was around that time that he had found the mask.
It was a strange mask he found in the basement. It had a long white face with black holes for the eyes and a long mouth. He wondered which resident of his house had left it there for him. He didnât know, and frankly, he didnât care. All he knew from the second his eyes fell upon that mask was that bad things were going to happen.
He started going out at night and driving by Davidâs house. The mask he wore gave him a sense of power he never knew he could feel. At first, it was innocent. Heâd simply drive down the other boy's road and look through his window for a few minutes before leaving. But all it took was one second of seeing you inside to blow the whole thing up. He was livid, seeing red. He decided he needed to bring his fantasies to life and get rid of David for good.
Halloween was when the opportunity to kill David became undeniable. By that point, Tate had been stalking the two of you for a month so he knew the basics. Which room was Davids, how to get into his house, and where his parents were most likely going to be. He had it all planned out. So, on Halloween night he put on the mask along with black robes that covered his entire body and ventured to the other boy's house, ready to kill.
He brought a knife, and when the time was just right, he snuck in through one of Davidâs open windows and started his game. He crept through the empty house, not making a sound. Getting to Davidâs room only took him a few minutes and what he heard from outside the door made him not regret his choice at all.
âYeah, I know, listen sheâs so close to finally giving it up to me and thatâs what Iâve been working for this whole time. Once it happens, Iâll dump her, easy,â David spoke into his phone. His voice was cocky. It made Tate clench his jaw in frustration.
âBecause dude, do you know how many girls from school Iâve already got under my belt? Y/N is just gonna be a name on my list. Yeah, whatever, I gotta go anyway I need to shower for the party, maybe Iâll get lucky, and sheâll drink too much. Okay bye.â
Before David could even get up from his chair, Tate kicked the door down and stormed in, too overpowered by his rage to think about anything but slitting the other boy's throat. He pounced on him, stabbing the knife into any part of his body he could reach. David screamed, but Tate quickly silenced him by shoving the knife down his throat. He felt empowered, he felt thrilled at the sight of his dead peer. It was amazing.
Tate didnât waste much time gawking over his achievement, however. Once he was sure David was dead, he quickly pulled the knife out of the boy and fled out the window and back to his car. As he drove through the small neighborhoods of your guys' town, he wondered how big the news would be. Would you cry? He hoped you wouldnât. Not over that asshole. You would move on, and Tate would wait however long it took.
~~~
The news of Davidâs death spread faster than wildfire and consumed Westfield Highâs drama for weeks. Out of all the kids in the school, you took his death hardest. Seeing you so depressed almost made Tate regret his actions. He couldnât bear seeing you tear up in class or show up to school two periods late. You werenât like that.
However, as the days turned into weeks, you started to appear healthier and happier, and soon enough you were back to your normal self. Tate was glad, you were always so much prettier when you paid attention in class. He decided it was time for the second part of his plan to finally act. Though he was incredibly nervous, he knew it was then or never. He couldnât risk you getting a new boyfriend that heâd have to kill again.
So, one day, he followed you into the library when the two of you coincidently had a study hall during the same period. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears. There you were. sitting at one of the tables alone studying, and he was going to speak to you. Heâd thought up conversation starters all morning along with taking a few extra hits off his bong to help with the anxiety.
He shook the nervous thoughts from his head and grabbed his notebook from his backpack before walking in your direction. Your head was down, your hand moved aggressively across the paper as you wrote your notes. Tate stood at the other side of the table for a few seconds simply admiring you. His hands were shaky, his breathing uneasy. God, you made him lose his composure by existing. It was excruciating.
After he was done staring, he spoke, his voice quiet. âHey y/n, do you mind maybe helping me with some of that psych homework?â
Your head shot up, your eyes instantly meeting his. He swore he couldnât breathe. You, y/n, were looking at him on purpose. At that moment he didnât care about what you were going to say, he didnât care if you completely rejected him. All he cared about was how good it felt to have your eyes on him. Such innocent, loving eyes.
âOh, yeah of course Tate thatâs actually what Iâm working on right now. Just sit, we can do it together. Unless youâre like super behind,â you answered.
âAre- Are you sure?â He couldnât help the uncertainty. Did you really say yes to him?
âYeah... should I not be?â You replied with a smile.
âNo- sorry.â He sat down across from you. He could smell your perfume; heâd never been this close to you. âI just wasnât sure if you even knew who I was.â
You chuckled. âHow could I not know who you are? Weâve literally been in the same school system together since kindergarten.â
âI donât know. Youâre you know popular and stuff,â he said as he opened his notebook.
âNot really, besides even if I was that wouldnât automatically make me forget anyone. But anyway, you can use my notes in a second, Iâm almost done with the page,â you responded. You looked back down at your work and started writing again.
Tate nodded despite you not paying attention and watched as you wrote. He felt like that whole conversation was another one of his daydreams about you. Was he really sitting across from you? Or was it another mid-class nap? He cracked his knuckles to make sure he wasnât dreaming and thankfully, he wasnât. It was all real life.
âSorry if this comes out as creepy, but I feel like I havenât seen you around in a while. I mean, when was the last time we even spoke?â You suddenly spoke, your eyes back on his.
âI guess you werenât looking hard enough to see me,â he said with a shrug. All his confidence was a facade because on the inside he was losing his mind.
He noticed the way your cheeks slightly turned pink before you replied. âYeah, I guess I wasnât. But I should have been.â
He knew deep down you were going to be his for so long, but at that point, he knew he had already achieved his goal. You were his.
~~~
âWhat is this place?â You asked as you clutched your cardigan around your body.
Tate smiled and grabbed both of your hands in his. âI told you itâs a surprise. Patience is a virtue.â
âI have patience, but I also have a lower body temperature than usual and itâs bothering me so I would really appreciate it if youâd just take me to the surprise already,â you said, a small smile forming on your lips.
âItâs seventy degrees.â
âYeah, but itâs also windy at the beach and itâs probably colder than seventy because of the oceanâs temperature.â
Tate sighed and leaned his head down to press a small kiss on your lips, a feeling he still hadnât gotten over. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âTerrible, naughty things I hope,â you replied, kissing him again. âBut please lead me to your special surprise beach spot.â
Though he wanted to stand there and kiss you all night, Tate obeyed your request and began to lead you further down the beach. It had been a few months since the two of you started talking, and to say it progressed would be an understatement. Tate had truly underestimated how easy it would be to capture your attention. All you wanted was a sweet, caring, genuine boy and he could be all those things easily.
So, after a month of being friends, he asked you out and you said yes. The relationship grew deeper with each day, and it didnât disappoint him one bit. He loved everything about you. The way youâd lie on your bed with him and talk for hours, the way youâd make your relationship with him public by holding his hand in the halls, and most importantly the way you never expected or wanted him to change to fit in with your friends. You liked him for who he was, and it melted his heart.
It was your three-month anniversary, and Tate wanted to make it special. Even though he knew before the two of you got together that you were a virgin, he didnât know to what extent you were. He quickly became aware you had done most things already, just not full sex. At first, he was annoyed at the fact that you werenât completely his because he had never done anything with a girl before you. But after the first night, you went down on him, he wasnât that upset anymore.
On this night he planned to take the next step with you. He had it all set up. The blankets, the lights, all of it. As the sight of his setup came into view, he watched your face light up. You squeezed his hand and grinned up at him.
âIs this really for me?â You asked.
âYeah, do you like it?â He replied.
You nodded and sped up to reach it, dragging him with you. Once you made it you dropped down to sit on the blanket, urging Tate to do the same. âThis is so cool. Youâre the first boy to ever do something like this for me. I love it.â
âIâm glad, I know how you like sentimental things,â he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. âAnd Iâve been wanting to show you this spot for a while. I used to come here a lot as a kid and watch the waves with my dad... before he left. I wanted to make it special with you because youâre not like my dad. Right?â
âNo, Iâm not. I wonât ever do anything to hurt you like that. I lo- I like you Tate, a lot.â
Tate only stared into your eyes, his heart beating faster than it ever had in his life. You almost said you loved him. He knew then that night was going to be the night you finally gave yourself to him. Something in your eyes made him certain. Your eyes were dark. You stared up at him as if he were the only boy in the world. There was a feeling in the air, one of lust and fear.
âIâll never want to hurt you either,â he mumbled after a few seconds. âI doubt I ever could.â
You gave him a small smile and placed one of your hands on his cheek. You caressed the skin with your thumb as you slowly started to lean your face toward his. He accepted your lips on him, kissing back instantly. It was the moment heâd been working up to for years. He was finally going to lose his virginity to you, and you to him. Nothing would ever compare.
~~~
The sound of Nirvana mixed with skin slapping filled Tateâs room. He couldnât help the moan that left his lips when he looked down at you. Your back was arched so perfectly, your waist looked impossibly small, and your ass looked incredibly big. The side of your face was smushed against one of Tateâs pillows. You were so red, so loud you had to bite your hand to spare the whole house from hearing. Tate took in a deep breath and slapped your ass, his thrusts not faltering for even a second.
âFuck baby, you look so pretty right now. You take me so well,â he whispered. He wrapped some of your hair around his hand and yanked you up, making you practically scream. âYeah, you like that. You like being manhandled y/n?â
You let out another moan but didnât reply. Tate slapped your ass again and threw you back down to the mattress. He leaned over you, your sweaty body feeling perfect against his. He was close to finishing. Heâd already made you cum a few times that day, so he wasnât too concerned about where you were. All he was concerned about was getting closer to you before he came.
âI love controlling you, youâre so helpless. Fuck Iâm so close,â he mumbled in your ear. âYouâre mine, all fucking mine forever. Iâll kill anyone who even tries to take you away from me.â
You made a noise and Tate couldnât hold back any longer. He came inside you, his cock pulsing heavily. You groaned; his cock was hitting your cervix too hard it hurt. He waited a minute or so before finally pulling out and moving to the spot next to you on the bed. Heâd never felt anything as amazing as having sex with you. He was breathless.
He was so caught up in his thoughts about what just happened that he didnât notice your sad expression. When he eventually looked at you, he saw your frown. Immediately he turned to his side and faced you, reaching out one of his hands to brush a few of your hairs behind your ear.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â He asked.
âNothing,â you replied.
âIt doesnât look like nothing you look sad; you can tell me whatever it is.â
You sighed and turned your head to meet his gaze. âWhy do you like hurting me? Like during sex and stuff. Youâre always so rough and I donât know youâre really mean and sometimes the stuff you say is⌠scary.â
âHow is it scary?â He laughed.
âYou said youâd kill anyone who would try to take me away from you,â you said.
âYeah, I would. I swear Iâve said this shit to you before. I would do anything for you, or to keep you,â he responded.
âDonât joke about that Tate, you know Iâm scared of killers because of what happened.â
âOh, so this is about David? Why are you even thinking about him y/n heâs been dead for months. Do you miss him, or something is that it?â He questioned; his tone harsher than before.
You scoffed and sat up. âYouâre seriously making this about me missing David?â
âWell, is that what this is about?â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you muttered before you stood up and started to get dressed.
âOh, my fucking God y/n Iâm sorry for whatever I said wrong while we were fucking. Can we just move on already? I donât see what the big deal is,â he snapped.
âNo, we canât just move on. You scare me sometimes Tate like genuinely. I know you mean it all in a sweet way but itâs weird. I love you but you donât hear me saying Iâd kill people if they talked to you or looked at you a certain way. Thatâs not normal.â
Tate sat up. âI wish you would say those things. I wish you loved me as much as I love you. Iâd do anything you ask; I would shoot up the fucking school if you wanted me to.â
You looked at him, he could see the terror and fear in your eyes. âAre you serious?â
âOf course, I am. I donât get why youâre acting so scared. Iâd never hurt you I donât even think I could if I wanted to, you mean more to me than any person alive or dead,â he answered.
âYouâre sick,â you mumbled. You grabbed your bag and walked to the door. âI think we need some time apart; you arenât sane.â
His heart practically stopped. âWhat?â
âWe need to stop seeing each other for a little while, I canât take this insane shit Tate. Iâm sorry. You know I love you, but I need you to get some help before I can be with you.â
Before Tate could reply, you left. All he could do was stare at the door, a million thoughts roaming his head. Did you really just break up with him? Was that it? Did you just throw away everything the two of you had because you felt his love was too strong? It didnât feel real.
As the night progressed, he tried to call you, dozens of times. But each call was either declined or rang out. His anxiety grew with each ring of the phone. Why werenât you replying? Who were you seeing? Did he really mean so little to you that you could leave so easily? His mind spun with scenarios, each one worse than the last. By the end of the night, he had convinced himself you were cheating on him, and the following days only worsened his state of madness.
You ignored him completely in school. Every time he tried to talk to you, you either turned away or walked away completely. It hurt him terribly. He couldnât understand what had changed so fast. He chased you around the halls for days, trying his hardest to get your attention. But it never worked. And so, his love for you began to fade into an awful rage.
He couldnât let you just walk away from everything the two of you shared. You were his. Only his. He couldnât let you leave him, not like his dad. He hadnât spent his entire life chasing you just to end up losing you. No. So, he began to formulate a plan. Heâd leave you alone for a few days then calmly ask you to meet him at the beach, in the special spot he once made for you.
He wasnât surprised that his plan worked. You were predictable.
When the night came, he made sure he was prepared. He snorted a line, packed his bag full of your favorite things, and set off. As he walked down the beach, he made sure the knife he hid was secure in his pocket. It was smaller than the one heâd used on David, but it would do the job just as efficiently.
You arrived a few minutes after him, a sad expression on your pretty face. He fought the urge to run to you with open arms.
âThank you for coming,â he said. Only a few feet separated your bodies, he wished he could close it. But he needed to be patient.
You took a deep breath, you looked nervous. âYeah, look Tate I... Iâve thought about it and I... I really think we should stop seeing each other for some time.â
âWhy Y/N? I love you, so fucking much. Iâm sorry for what I said, I can change, I wonât say shit like that ever again. Iâll be gentle, I swear. Just give me the chance I can be whatever you need me to be,â he replied desperately. He opened his bag and pulled out your favorite candy. âI love you; I really do. Please give me another chance.â
He watched your eyes fill with tears. You wanted to give in, he could see it in your eyes. But you only shook your head and wiped a fallen tear from your cheek.
âNo. Iâm sorry. Tate, you arenât gentle, thatâs not who you are. And I donât want you to pretend to be someone you arenât.â
Tate swallowed hard. âYou promised me youâd never leave me; you said you were nothing like my dad. Was it all a lie?â
âOf course not!â You exclaimed and took a step closer to him. âI love you; I really do. Thatâs why this is so hard.â
âIf you love me, why canât we work this out? Donât lie to me Y/N.â
He couldnât stop his eyes from watering, nor could he stop his lips from quivering. He dug the bouquet of your favorite flowers out from his bag and held them out to you.
âPlease,â he mumbled. âI need you.â
You caved. You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight. He could feel your muffled cries on his chest, it pained him. You were a sensitive sweet girl; it was both your blessing and curse.
âMaybe in a few months, we can try again, I donât know.â You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. âWe just canât be together right now. And I mean weâre going to graduate soon, and I might go to a college far away, how would that even work? But I donât want to hurt you.â
âItâs too late for that Y/N, youâve already hurt me.â He dropped what he was holding and dug one of his hands into his pocket. He touched your face with his other hand, your tears covering his palm. âYouâve planned on leaving me this whole time. I wanted to give it another try youâve made up your mind. I guess it just comes down to one thing.â
âWhat?â You asked.
âIf I canât have you, no one can,â he whispered before he pulled out the knife and plunged it into the side of your neck.
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âI killed you because I loved you,â he answers. âBecause you were going to leave me and find someone else.â
All you can do is stare at him in silence. You think back to everything that happened. How could you have been so blind? It couldnât have been your fault though. He wouldâve killed you anyway. You think back to all the times Tate made you uneasy, all the times he would say things that creeped you out. Deep down you mustâve known thatâs who he is. Maybe you knew all along.
Maybe you loved him because of his darkness.
You exhale a long breath. âWe donât have that long till midnight.â
âSo?â
You shrug. âWanna hook up?â
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Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)
Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read
A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3
Pt 2 , Pt 3
I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I canât believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. Iâve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random manâs house, while heâs parked a block away.
I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.
âUhm can I help you? Are you alright?â he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.
âOf course that dumbass didnât tell you,â I sigh. âIâm delivering for Dakota,â I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.
âAh, okay,â he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. âWhy donât you come in, get out of the cold?â he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesnât appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.
âThank you,â I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random manâs house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.
âMake yourself at home,â he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.
âDid you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?â he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.
âI did,â I smile. âOnly for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,â I explain. That must be where I know him from.
âY/n, I thought that was you,â he smiles taking a seat next to me.
âYeah,â I smile back. âYou look familiar, but Iâm sorry I canât remember your name,â I blush, a bit embarrassed that I donât remember him.
âOuch,â He chuckles. âI thought getting detention together for stealing the teachersâ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,â he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.
âWarren?â I ask, shocked. âLittle Warren Lipka?â I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I donât believe it! He laughs at my reaction.
âI guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didnât recognize me,â he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. âYou got that 8th, beautiful?â he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.
âThatâll be 7 bucks, sir,â I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.
âYou look really good,â he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint heâs just rolled.
âThank you,â I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. âYou look good yourself,â I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.
âSo youâre a friend of Dakotas?â He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.
âHis girlfriend, actually,â My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.
âHoly shit,â he laughs in between coughs. âHow the hell did that goon bag you?â he asks, flabbergasted. I canât help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.
âSometimes I wonder the same thing,â I answer honestly. Dakota isnât exactly the best boyfriend in the world. Weâve been dating almost two years and Iâve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesnât respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when youâre as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isnât hard for him to convince me that heâs the best Iâll ever have.
âSo whatâs wrong with Dakota? Why couldnât he make the delivery himself?â Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. âNot that Iâm complaining,â he clarifies.
âHe said he was tired and didnât want to get his shoes wet,â I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. âCan you believe that?â I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. âHeâs just sitting in his shit box a block away,â I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.
âWow,â he scoffs. âI actually donât believe that. I couldnât imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,â he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. âIf I was your boyfriend, I wouldnât let you make deliveries for me,â he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face thatâs closer to mine than I realized, but I canât bring myself to back away. âAnd I sure as hell wouldnât want you smoking with me,â he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.
âWhyâs that?â I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke thatâs slowly rolling off his lips.
âBecause it gives me the opportunity to do something Iâve wanted to do since freshman year,â he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I canât. I donât want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.
âHey babe,â Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. âNah man sheâs good sheâs right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!â I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. âIs there a fucking problem man?â Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriendâs muffled speech. âYeah, I didnât fuckin think so,â he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.
âYou look pretty stoned,â he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. âLet me walk you out. You remember where his car is?â he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.
âLead the way then, beautiful,â he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I donât dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.
The walk to Dakotaâs car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when youâre high.
âHere he is,â Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After Iâm seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. âDonât have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?â he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. Iâm glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.
 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didnât know better, Iâd think heâs scarred of Warren.
As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. Iâll just have to return it to him.
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Itâs been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I canât stop thinking about him.
âIs it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?â I ask myself. Of course, thereâs nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts Iâm having of him arenât exactly platonic.
âIâll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.â I tell myself as I climb into my car. âOkay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, thatâs innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if heâs going to school now, stuff like thatâ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that Iâm going out with my mother for lunch.
I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.
âMaybe heâs not home and Iâll just hand it to his parents,â I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe itâs for the b-
âY/n!â Warren exclaims as the door swings open. âWhat a pleasant surprise,â he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.
âHey Warren,â I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.
âCome in, its freezing,â he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.
âWell, actually Iâm just here to return your coat,â I hold out the slick material.
âHow kind,â he flashes his dimples. âAre you in a rush?â He asks as he retrieves his jacket.
âWell, noâŚâ I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.
âThen come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,â he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.
I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.
âThis may be a bold assumption,â Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. âBut I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,â he suggests, looking into my eyes.
âWarren-â I begin, but I donât know what to say. Heâs right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something Iâve never experienced before. I need to feel him-
âFree weed, right?â He grins picking up the rolling tray.
Oh.
 I canât help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.
âItâs not often that I donât have to match,â I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.
âYou mean with friends, right?â Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.
âUh,â my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. Iâve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. âNo, I mean in general. Dakota says heâs, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else Iâm stealing from him,â I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what heâs doing. Thank God he canât see the pool forming in my underwear.
âNo offense y/n,â he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. âBut Dakotas pathetic,â he breaths out.
âNone taken,â I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.
âI mean for more than just the way he treats you,â he explains as I pass the joint back to him. âIâve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,â he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. âSoon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how heâs making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,â he chuckles. âI beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,â he takes a hit. âPussy didnât throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didnât even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,â he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.
âWow, I guess thatâs why he seemed so scared the other day,â I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.
âThatâs also why I get a discount,â he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. âBut for once,â he leans in closer to me. âIâm jealous of him,â I can feel his breath on my face. âSeeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,â he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.
âWell,â I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. âIâm here now, Warren.â And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. Iâm suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I havenât felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.
âThis is wrong, Warren,â I pull away reluctantly.
âNo beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelseaâs contact last month,â he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. Sheâs his most recent side piece. âHad I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,â he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.
âYouâre right,â I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.
âMay I?â I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.
âI insist,â he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. Heâs perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.
âFuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,â he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.
Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isnât something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time Iâve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and heâs barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.
âCome here baby,â Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. âYou did so good for me,â he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. âYou really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?â He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.
âPlease just fuck me Warren,â I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.
âYou ready, beautiful?â He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. Thereâs almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips
âShh,â he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. âMy folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,â he explains.
âIâm sorry,â I giggle. âYou just feel so fucking go-â I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breastâs that are moving in rhythm with his hips.
âGod, youâre so stunning,â he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.
âCome here darling,â he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. âI want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,â he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.
âFuck,â Warren grunts. âYou take me so well, beautiful,â he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive heâs leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I donât dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.
âFuck,â I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. âJust like that Warren please,â I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.
âFuck y/n!â He moans in surprise. Now itâs his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.
âHolly shit,â he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. âThat wasâŚyou wereâŚwow,â he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.
âI can say the same to you,â I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.
âYou can use my shower if youâd like, Iâve made quite the mess of you,â he smirks.
âThank you,â I smile standing up. âUhm, weâre definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?â I ask, suddenly feeling⌠not guilty⌠but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.
âMy lips are sealed, beautiful,â he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.
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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader
tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!
warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.
summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.
character count: 11k.
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âI'm not going.â You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.
âBut everyone is goingâŚyou can't miss it.â Kyle replied with his soft voice.
âI've never gone to any of those partiesâŚwhy do you want me to go to this one so badly?â You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.
âBecause it's the end of the semesterâŚsomething to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.â He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.
âNo, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.â You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.
âI'm a frat boy.â He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.
âYea- but you'reâŚdifferent.â You sighed.
It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one couldâve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.
âListen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behavedâŚbut trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They wonât act crazy, I promise.â His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.
âBrennanâs hosting the party in his summer mansionâŚitâs next to the beach- itâs so cool, I swear. I-Iâll take you there! I can pick you up and take you homeâŚâ He added, wiggling his eyebrows.
âPlease?â He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.
You sighed, you didnât wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.
âFine.â
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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the âbig nightâ Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didnât wanna go- but you couldnât be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.
While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didnât like the dress or how it looked on you?
Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.
âWoahâŚyou look beautiful. SeriouslyâŚyouâre stunning.â He said, he couldnât keep his eyes off you, he wasnât used to seeing you like this.
You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.
âThank youâŚâ You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.
âShall we get going?â You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.
The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didnât know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldnât consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldnât even remember the names of-that obviously didnât care much about getting to know you, since they even couldâve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didnât catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone
âI-Iâll be right back! Chat with the girls, theyâre fun!â
Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didnât show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didnât take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing âRosannaâ by Toto.
âMeetcha all the way! NananaaaaahâŚâ He âsingedâ while laughing with his mates.
You were conflicted on what to do now. You didnât want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being soâŚempty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.
You didnât know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.
âHere you are! I searched for you everywhere!â He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.
âI thought I left you a message?â You tilted your head.
âOh⌠Sorry. I canât find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!â He replied with a giant boyish smile.
âI like it better here. Itâs boring inside.â You turned your face to look at the sea again.
âWhat? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-â you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
âKyle, I hate to break it to you, but Iâm not popular like you. The people inside couldnât care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.â
He looked at you confused.
âAw, câmonâŚdonât be like this. Theyâre nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and Iâm sure youâll have fun.â You didnât know why those words started a fire in you.
âTheyâre not my friends, Kyle. I canât stand those people, I donât get along with them. And trust me, Iâve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. Youâre easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuckâs sake. Itâs easy for you to say those things.â
He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.
ââŚwhy didnât you just tell me?â He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.
âAnd be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.â You crossed your arms.
He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.
âYouâre not a bummer to meâŚa-and Iâm sorry about that⌠I shouldnât have left you alone. Sorry.â
You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?
âI didnât wanna make you uncomfortable, I- thatâs the last thing Iâd ever want. You know I care about you⌠I canât stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?â
You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.
âWas that okay?â You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.
âI-Iâm sorryâŚplease keep goingâŚâ He said with a nervous smile.
âWhatâs wrong? Did you not like that? Itâs okay if you donât want toâŚâ You gave him a comprehensive look.
âNo! I like that⌠I swear. JustâŚbad memories.â
âDo you wanna talk about itâŚ?â
âNo, I just wanna feel good now.â
You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.
âG-godâŚdonât stopâŚâ
You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.
âIâŚwanna do it. Is that okay?â
You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.
âThis okay?â He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.
âCan I start moving?â
âMhmâŚâ
He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.
âI love youâŚâ He mumbled.
After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.
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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like itđđ
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⎠summary: after peter finishes⌠well, you know, he canât stop himself from coming to see you. as if heâs not clingy enough, he canât help but be all over you. at least heâs (trying) to sit still for once
⎠warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)
⎠notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts
peterâs mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasnât exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. heâd been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.
the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didnât help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.
after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know heâs heading out with a quick shout. heâs at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.
âhey, peter,â you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. âitâs not peter, itâs a scary murderer and iâm here to kill you,â he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. âoh no,â you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.
peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. ânot happy to see me?â he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. âiâm studying,â you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.
âcome on, babe, letâs hang out, you can study later, yeah?â he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. âwhy are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,â you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. âno reason.â
pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. âhey, hot stuff,â he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. âhey, dipshit,â you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. âyou love me,â he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. âsometimes,â you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.
âmm, missed you,â he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. âi missed you, too.â he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. âi love you,â he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. âi love you, too,â you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. âdonât fall asleep,â you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. âiâm not asleep,â he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.
âyeah, okay.â
âiâm not.â
âshut up.â
short and sweet, i love him sm
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I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a men i donât know what Iâll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GODâźď¸
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tulips. ⢠@amiableness
safe place. ⢠@/amiableness
don't delete the kisses. ⢠@that-bwitch
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time to pretend. ⢠@delicrieux
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secret admirer. ⢠@itsbuckytm
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if i fell. ⢠@sorencd
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orlando (first kiss). ⢠@dearsnow
under the neon glow. ⢠@augiewrites
secret admirer. ⢠@/augiewrites
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todd can't help the way he feels about you. ⢠@writersmacchiato
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new york private life. ⢠@astxroiid
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"Youre a pretty little thing" | Michael Langdon x F! reader.
Summary: based off this request. Michael Langdon showing off to the coven witches and using the seven wonders to impress you because he has a crush on you
A/N: guys i love him im a catholic and he's the antichrist we're like romeo and juliet. also the writing on this one is questionable n clunky but im on wine and cider so it needs to be forgiven
When the warlocks had told Cordelia they wanted to have Michael perform the seven wonders, Michael had felt determined to get it done quickly and better than Cordelia could do it, to prove he was the next supreme, and no one could argue it.
However, when the witches had arrived telling him they agreed to it, and he could attempt to perform the seven wonders, Michael had found himself a little distracted by one of the witches, you. His new goal was to impress you.
First wonder: Telekinesis. This one was easy and simple, he just had to move something without touching it. He did so, quickly and with ease, shooting a cocky smirk at the witches, eyes lingering on you a little.
Second wonder: Concilium. Michael knew he could be crafty with this one - control of the mind. He looked at you, and as you made eye contact, you knew you were going to be the victim of him showing off this power.
You could feel yourself moving towards him, very much against your will, and you took mental note of the fact that though you yourself were a very powerful witch, he was powerful enough that you couldn't even try and fight it.
To your surprise, despite the weird evil vibe you've all been getting from him, all he makes you do is dance with him. You uncontrollably slow dance with him, unsure whether it's his pretty face or the magic thats making you kind of nervous, but whatever it is, you scold yourself for thinking that way about a man that even one of the warlocks is scared of.
When he's done making you dance with him, you awkwardly do the walk of shame back over to stand next to Zoe, awkwardly smiling at her.
Third wonder: Transmutation. Another easy one, Michael thought. Madison had tapped him on the shoulder, and in turn, he had appeared behind you to tap you on the shoulder.
By the time you had turned round, he had dissappeared again, leaving everyone looking around for him. Your eyes dart around the room, a little puzzled. Whatever he was doing, it was successfully intriguing you more and more by the second, drawing yourself to the unsettling boy.
"Look up"
You can all hear the cockiness in his voice, the same annoying smirk as before present on his face, as you look up to the ceiling, to see Michael attatched to it, looking down on everyone, like one of those sticky animals you get from toy machines.
Fourth wonder: divination. Once again, Michael already knew he could do this, another easy one. He had to do this one as it was given to him, unfortunately, and couldn't do anything extra to inadvertently flirt with you more. And so, he makes a small bit of eye contact with you, before he takes the small pebbles and usea them to figure out where the pocket watch is, finding it almoat instantly, and walking over to where it was to pick it up and show the witches.
Fifth wonder: Pyrokenesis. Michael decided the best thing to do, would be to conjure a ring of fire around where you and madison were stood, making piercing eye contact with you through the fire, and getting rid of it as quickly as he had conjured it up.
To you, the danger and mystery of him was considerably attractive, though Cordelia didn't seem too impressed that he was practically targeting you.
Sixth wonder: Vitalum Vitalis. Michael was given a rat to bring back to life, which proved another easy task for him, doing so pretty much instantaneously, and moving on to the seventh wonder.
Seventh wonder: Descensum. Cordelia had ordered for Michael to not only successfully come back from this, but also to retrieve Misty Day, who had been lost to this particular task when she tried the seven wonders.
This, of course, had caused an arguement between her and the warlocks, who were claiming it wasnt fair, and that it's not a part of the rules.
You and Michael, had been making eye contact the whole time, and the tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost see it. He broke eye contact to look at the warlocks, holding up a dissmissive hand to them "Relax, I'll do it"
He did, and you watched intensely as he lay there, seemingly lifeless. You started to feel a little nervous, even though you didn't know him at all really, nor would you ever admit to having the slightest care in the world how this played out, you told yourself you were nervous because you wouldn't wish death upon anyone.
Sure enough, he did return, and Misty did - eventually - return with him. Much to everyones shock.
You stood there and gawked, eyes flicking between Michael and Misty, and he smirked at you.
A short bicker between the witches and warlocks ensued, before the witches had all turned there attention to Misty.
You however, had turned your attention to Michael, your gaze locking with his for what felt like the millionth time today.
"You seem impressed, little witch," he smirks a little at you, and you nod in response.
"I am impressed" you confirm, trying to be cautious, undeniably attracted to him, but still acknowledging that there's something off about him.
"That was the goal, i wanted to impress you" he sounds serious about it, and you tilt your head a little, cocking an eyebrow.
"Why"
"You're a pretty little thing, thats why"
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âđ â no nut november .á
ft. tate langdon ⧠kit walker ⧠kyle spencer ⧠jimmy darling ⧠james march ⧠kai anderson ⧠peter maximoff
tate langdon ââ 11/04
acts like heâs on board with the challenge at first, but it doesnât take long for the strain to start showing. heâs not used to this level of restraintâespecially when itâs you asking him.
managed to make it a few days but is visibly frustrated whenever he sees you, especially if youâre walking around wearing his sweater, licking a lollipop or basically just breathing and existing.
makes whiny complaints about how pointless this is. absolutely tries to cop a feel here and there.
after you caught him jerking off into your panties, he tries to convince you to just drop the whole idea so he can fuck you properly.
if all else fails, tate will try to initiate when youâre half-asleep. youâll wake up to find him sidling closer, hands roaming, whispering in your ear about how âyou canât really mean this.â
itâs only day four, and tateâs already driving himself (and you) crazy. he trails behind you through every room in the house, whining about how âthis whole challenge is fucking stupid.â and âwhatâd you expect me to do when youâre at school, huh? canât even jerk off,â he complains, dragging his feet as he follows you into the kitchen. you laugh a little, shaking your head as you reach for a glass of water.
âitâs not that hard, tate. youâll be fine,â you tell him, but you can feel his eyes trailing down, settling on your legs and the edge of your sundress.
âyeah?â before you can react, heâs wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back and pulling you close. heâs warm, and his hands slide down to rest on your hips, pulling you back against him. you can feel him grinding slowly, enough to make you feel the hard outline of his cock press against your ass.
âtate,â you warn, but he just huffs in indignation, burying his face in your shoulder. âyouâre killing me, is that what you want?â he whines, but you reach back and give him a gentle shove, slipping out of his arms. âyouâre already dead, tate.â he watches you, eyes shiny with hurt and longing before shoving his hands in his pockets and sulking off.
kit walker ââ 11/15
kit genuinely tries, especially since youâre the one who proposed the challenge, but itâs hard. heâs always been affectionate and has a naturally high sex drive, so this test of willpower isnât easy for him.
heâs restless and a little grumpy, occasionally making passing comments like, âdonât know how you expect me to do thisâ with a plaintive sigh that make it clear heâs barely holding it together.
kit has been sitting at the kitchen table for the past half hour, cigarette in hand, eyes locked on you the entire time as youâre working on a blueberry pie. itâs been two long weeks of restraint, and heâs been doing his best to keep his promiseâbut right now, watching you bustle around while wearing a apron, he feels his patience slipping.
finally, he stands, moving to the window above the sink and pulling open the blinds just enough to check the yard. outside, the kids are laughing and running, entirely preoccupied. satisfied, he lets the blinds fall back into place, turning his attention fully on you.
you look over your shoulder as he steps up behind you, that barely concealed hunger in his eye. âyou hungry?â you ask, feigning innocence as you press the last bit of dough into the pie tin. he huffs a low laugh, his hands already slipping around your waist. âmhm. you can say that. not for pie, though.â he murmurs, voice vibrating against your cheek.
you raise an eyebrow, half-smiling as you remind him, âi thought you were trying to hold out.â kit lets his hands settle on your hips, pulling you back against him. âi was,â he says, dropping his head to press a kiss just below your ear, âbut i donât think i can keep it up anymore. iâve been watchinâ you all afternoon, and all i can think about is you.â
his lips trail slowly along your neck as his fingers trace along the curves of your ass. âthe kidsâll be fine outside,â he coos. âthink itâs time i tapped out of this whole challenge,â and before you can protest, his mouth is on yours, firm and warm, every bit of his two-week restraint unraveling.
pre death .á kyle spencer ââ completed
self control king. his frat brothers are amazed heâs lasted, even with all their attempts to sabotage him.
they constantly send him twitter porn links, show him porn mags or try to bribe you to help make him crack. but kyle doesnât even budge.
you still have your daily cuddling routine, and he eats you out regularly because heâs a selfless boyfriend.
kyleâs fraternity decided to make a big deal out of the âno nut november trendâ. they all took the challenge together, but one by one, his frat brothers dropped out, and by week four, kyleâs the last man still standing. you watch your boyfriend with a mix of admiration and slight frustration. itâs not that you want him to give in; itâs just⌠maybe you wouldnât mind if he wanted to, at least a little.
youâre sitting with him in his room one night, the faint buzz of a party downstairs, but kyleâs paying it no mind. heâs stretched out on his bed, flipping through a class notebook, looking completely unbothered. you watch him for a moment, then sighs.
âkyle, i donât know how you do it,â
he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. âwhat can i say? iâve got a will of steel.â he glances back down at his notes.
âso⌠when december starts, are you still planning on being all celibate and zen?â
he chuckles, his cheeks going a little pink. ânot gonna lie, iâm already counting down the hours,â he admits, leaning in closer. âbecause the second november ends, iâm not holding back. if i survived this month, trust meâdestroy dick december will be a breeze.â
you canât help but laugh, and he leans in to give you a quick kiss, his hand finding yours. âbut hey,â he says, voice softer, âitâs only easy because you make it worth waiting for.â
jimmy darling ââ 11/06
initially tries to go along with the challenge because he respects you and doesnât want to disappoint you.
but heâs also someone who thrives on touch, so itâs practically torture for him from the start.
youâll catch him staring at you, and he gets visibly antsy, especially if youâre wearing something cute or revealing.
six days. thatâs how long jimmy manages to last. he tries to keep his promise to you, he really does, but itâs no use. every time he sees you around the camp, especially when youâre dressed up in a leotard for a performance or just leaning close to help him with something, he gets that look in his eyesâhungry, smoldering, and unabashedly lustful.
itâs late, and youâre walking past jimmyâs caravan while carrying a basket of laundry when he finally snaps. heâs been watching you from afar, arms crossed and brows furrowed, looking like heâs pissed off about something. when you catch his eye, heâs already standing up and moving toward you like a missile.
âi canât take this anymore, doll,â he whined, his breath reeking with the unmistakable smell of alcohol. âsix daysâfeels like six damn years.â you laugh, shaking your head.
âjimmy, i told you it was just a challenge,â you tease, trying to keep a straight face. but heâs not having it. his hands settle on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest before he leans in, forehead resting against yours. âdonât care about any stupid fucking challenge. only care about you. i need you so bad,â
afterward, jimmy lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. slowly, he lets you slide back down to the ground, his arms loosening just enough for you to find your footing, though he doesnât fully let go. you feel his lips press a lingering kiss to your neck, a lazy smirk spreading across his face.
âguess i lost,â his thumb rubbing small circles into your waist. he leans in closer, brushing his nose against yours. âbut hell if it wasnât worth it.â
james patrick march ââ 11/24
james has self-control in spades, especially when it comes to his (ex) wife, elizabeth, who has often denied him for months at a time. so, he actually handles this challenge far better than youâd expect.
he channels his frustration elsewhere, like into his âhobbiesâ (aka his killing sprees around the hotel), which spike significantly during this time. murder brings him a similar orgasmic thrill, and he relies on that to keep himself satisfied.
despite the restraint, he never makes you feel pressured. james will hold your hand, kiss you chastely on the cheek, and even give you sweet little compliments, but thatâs the extent of it.
you look up just as james steps into the room, wiping his hands with a bloodstained handkerchief, black eyes alight with the usual post-slaughter exhilaration. âah, my darling,â he greets, voice smooth yet edged, like a blade still warm from a kill. your gaze falls to his hands, and he notices, lifting them for his own inspection. âa bit messier tonight, iâll admit,â he murmurs with a sigh, dabbing at his knuckles, though the effort seems half-hearted.
ânot even a night of indulgence can quiet the⌠urges you stir in me.â
he steps closer, fingers brushing your cheek, leaving the faintest trace of crimson on your skin. his hand lingers, flexing, as if heâs holding himself back. you smirk, leaning in to brush a kiss to his lips, thereâs a metallic tang to it. james shudders, his hand bracing itself on the back of the couch, jaw clenching as if heâs struggling to restrain himself.
âis it really that difficult? i think youâre being a bit dramatic, dear.â the lilting coo of your voice, the sadistic intent behind it makes his cock twitch painfully in his trousers.
âyouâre⌠tormenting me, truly,â he sighs in frustration. âthis damnable month. all the blood in the world canât satisfy what i truly crave.â
cult leader .á kai anderson ââ completed
while some people might perceive him as a total sex fiend, kai has the self-discipline to pull this off easily, and he sees it as an experiment in control, something to elevate his focus.
claims that refraining from ejaculation is actually a tool for enhancing testosterone and will lecture the entire cult on the âbenefitsâ of nnn. also brings up the heavenâs gate cultâs abstinence rule as a form of enlightenment and compares his self-control to âchanneling energy for a higher purposeâ (everyone knows thatâs a load of bullshit)
you start trying to tempt him halfway through, wearing something a bit more revealing around him, but he just smirks, unaffected. the challenge you proposed to him feels almost trivial, which makes it all the more frustrating for you.
however, the second itâs december 1st, he flips. heâs at your door right at midnight, and you wonât be able to walk for a week.
kaiâs taking no nut november in strideâtoo much stride, actually. you were the one who suggested it, but now his calm, unaffected attitude is starting to get under your skin. every time you attempt to seduce him, he gives no reaction.
when kai walks in your shared bedroom, youâre lounging in bed, legs spread wide open, wearing nothing but a tight white turtleneck sweater. he glances over, eyebrow raised. for a second, his gaze lingers on your hardened nipples straining against the fabric. then he just smirks, looks you up and down, and goes to grab his bottle of adderall without a word.
âreally?â you ask, annoyed, but he just snorts. ânice try,â he says over his shoulder as he walks away. the days drag on, each one more frustrating than the last as he remains completely unmoved, almost like a silent âfuck youâ.
finally, on november 30th, youâve just about resigned yourself to defeat. youâre in bed, pulling the covers over yourself, when you hear footsteps in the hallway. you glance at the clockâitâs just turning from 23:59 to midnight, the start of december. you barely have a second to process it before your bedroom door swings open, and there he is, standing in the doorway with that same dark look in his eyes, only this time, thereâs nothing holding him back.
âmiss me?â he asks as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.
peter maximoff ââ 11/08
heâll try every trick in the bookâwhining, pouting, seduction, and even half-joking about âwhat if my balls burst?â âyouâre actually gonna let me suffer like this?â
on day eight, peterâs pretty much losing his mind. heâs sprawled out on the couch, groaning dramatically every few minutes, tossing his head back as if heâs in physical pain.
âthis is torture,â he complains, looking at you with big, desperate eyes. âwhatâd i ever do to deserve this? my balls are gonna burst,â
you just laugh, shaking your head as you unwrap a lollipop. âyouâve gone without it for a day over a week, peter. you act like itâs been a lifetime,â you tease, popping the candy into your mouth with a grin.
his eyes follow the movement, and his whole expression changes, growing intense in a way thatâs unlike his usual playful self. for a second, heâs silent, watching you suck on the lollipop like itâs the final straw. âokay, iâm not gonna survive this,â he mutters, voice a bit rough.
in the blink of an eye, heâs disappeared, zipping down the hall. you hear the bathroom door slam shut, followed by a muffled, frustrated groan from the other side.
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Old Friends
Max Cooperman x f!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral female receiving, soft!dom max, sub!reader, underage drinking, underage smoking, getting high before sex, rough sex, uhhh overall very long and very smutty
summary: after being away at college for a year, your best friend Baja convinces you to go to a fourth of July party at your old friend Maxâs house, but little do you know how much Max has changed since the last time you saw himâŚ
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a/n: i just watched never back down 1 and 2 last night and omg the glow up evan had before filming the second one is not talked about enough. hope you enjoy my lil fourth of july gift <3 enjoy!!
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âDo you think this looks good?â You ask as you walk out of the bathroom.
Youâre at your best friend Bajaâs house, the two of you are getting ready for a big fourth of July party. So far, youâve tried on three different bikinis, none of them standing out to you. Sure, they fit you perfectly and show off the body you worked for, but they just werenât right.
âY/N, it looks amazing, like all the other ones too. Whatâs going on?â Baja answers, a frown on her face.
You met Baja when she transferred into your high school sophomore year, and youâve been inseparable since. You were by her side through everything. The day her parents decided to call it quits, the day her parents got back together, even the day she started dating Ryan. You never liked him, she knew that. He was crazy, he loved to hurt people. So, when Jake Tyler moved to town and started talking to her, you were thrilled.
He was a decent guy, you enjoyed spending time with him. Plus, it was great seeing her happy again after what Ryan put her through. After they started dating Jake introduced you to his best friend Max and he often hung around with the three of you. Max was a sweet boy. He was chubby and adorable with his little camera. Though the two of you never hung out alone, you still considered him one of your closer friends.
The four of you were sad when high school ended. You had gotten into your dream college that happened to be in a nearby state. It was terrible having to say goodbye to your friends, but you all had phones so it wasnât like contact would be completely lost. You and Baja would call for hours, sometimes falling asleep on the phone together. On holiday breaks when youâd come home you really only saw her and occasionally Jake, but you didnât mind.
Tonight, however, is the first party youâre going to in your home town since high school. Since itâs your first summer break from college, Baja thinks it will be a good idea. You know sheâs right, but youâre very nervous to see all your old classmates.
âWhat if people think Iâve gone downhill since we graduated?â You question your friend.
Baja laughs. âI can promise you no one will think that. Look at yourself y/n, youâre stunning.â
âIâm just worried itâll go bad. I havenât seen these people in over a year,â you reply with a sigh. You sit down next to her on her bed. âHow many people do you think will be there?â
âWell like I said itâs at Maxâs house, and his house is pretty big so probably a lot of people.â
âGod, I havenât even seen Max since last summer. Howâs he doing?â You ask.
âWell, heâs changed a lot,â she answers with a small laugh. âTrust me when you see him, youâre going to be shocked.â
âWhat do you mean? Did he finally get taller or something?â
âYeah, you could say that... But anyways, hurry up and finish picking your outfit we have to leave soon,â she replies, shooing you off the bed and towards her closet.
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When the two of you arrive at Maxâs house you feel the anxious butterflies eat away in your stomach. Thereâs already so many cars in the driveway and on the street. You see a few of your former classmates in the front yard, you hide your face. Baja laughs and finally parks the car. You look at her anxiously.
âMaybe this was a bad idea, how about we just go stay at your place instead?â You speak.
She shakes her head. âNope, weâre already here. Just relax y/n, itâs going to be super fun.â
âYouâre just saying that because you want to go fuck your boyfriend,â you reply with a frown.
âHey, maybe youâll find a guy and hook up too,â she says, a smirk on her face. âI bet tons of guys are gonna be all over you looking for a piece of that ass.â
You lightly slap her and groan. âShut up.â
She only laughs and opens her door. âCome on, weâre already late.â
You groan and open yours too, preparing yourself for whatâs coming. You follow Baja into the party, smiling at your old classmates. You recognize most of them, but thereâs also new people you donât think even went to school with you. Loud music flows throughout the house, you can practically feel the beat as you walk. Baja was right, in the few minutes youâve been inside youâve already noticed multiple guys checking you out. It makes you wish you worse something more than just jean shorts and a coverup over your bathing suit.
The two of you stop in the kitchen and Baja pours you a shot. You take it without saying anything, itâll help you with your nerves. The familiar warmth fills your stomach and chest, it feels good. You see Jake approching and you smile, itâs been a few months since the last time you talked. He looks the exact same.
âWhatâs up y/n? How you been?â He asks after greeting Baja with a kiss.
âPretty good, how about you?â You reply.
âAmazing.â
âThatâs cool, Baja said you were thinking about opening up your own gym soon, thatâs great,â you mention, looking back at your best friend.
âI see word travels fast between the two of you,â he says, wrapping his arm around Bajaâs shoulders. âBut yeah, itâs just an idea right now. It was more Maxâs idea actually, have you talked to him yet?â
You shake your head and notice the look Baja and Jake give each other. âI told her sheâs gonna be surprised when she sees him.â
âOh yeah, you should actually go find him and say hi,â Jake says with a smirk.
You look between them suspiciously. âIs this your subtle attempt to get me away so you can go fuck?â
âYes, entirely, so go,â Baja answers with a laugh, pushing you lightly.
âI hate you,â you say as you begin to walk away from them.
âLove you too!â She exclaims, you donât bother replying.
You wander through the house searching for Max. You forgot how big his house really was. Even the first floor will probably take you twenty minutes to search. A sigh leaves your lips, where would he be? You look through his living room, cringing at the sight of two girls making out on the couch, a swarm of guys watching and recording. Heâs not there, thankfully. You go out to the back yard, so many people are in the pool. But thatâs when you spot him.
Baja was right, youâre very surprised. Heâs not at all like you remember him. The chubby nerd you once knew is gone and has been replaced by... this. Heâs definitely grown a few inches, and his baby fat has been replaced by muscle. The boy who used to refuse taking off his shirt even at the beach is now standing tall, abs out for everyone to see. His hair is shorter and slightly curlier. You can see his sharp jawline from where youâre standing, itâs so prominent. You trail your eyes down his body, lingering on his v-line. You never thought in a million years youâd see Max Cooperman with a v-line and happy trail. You also never thought youâd stare at it so intently.
You shake the thoughts away and walk towards him. Heâs still the same Max you knew, you canât be thinking like this. Youâre only a few feet away when he notices you, you can see his eyes light up. It makes you smile.
âAm I dreaming or is it really you y/n?â He asks.
âI could say the same thing about you,â you reply with a laugh as you embrace him in a short hug. âWhat did college do to you?â
âA lot honestly. I started working out a lot more, lost my fat and replaced it with these guns,â he answers, flexing his biceps.
You laugh again. âAt least it hasnât changed your personality, you still staying behind the scenes?â
âYeah, Iâm always going to be the camera man. How about you though? I bet youâre the most talked about girl on your campus,â he says with a smirk. âI mean seriously wow you look great.â
You canât help the small blush that appears on your cheeks. âI wouldnât know, I sorta keep to myself. I mean I go to parties sometimes but most of my time is spent keeping up with my classes.â
âIâm glad college hasnât changed your personality either. Still the quiet girl during the week days and the party animal on weekends?â
âGod no. I was way worse back then. I havenât gotten shit faced since that party at Bajaâs a year or two ago,â you answer.
âI remember that, you threw up all over the backseats of my car,â he laughs.
You cover your face in embarrassment. âDonât remind me.â
âAnd remember how I had to carry you in? You were telling me how sad you were to still be a virgin, you asked if Jean from my old gym could do you,â he continues, his laughter only getting louder.
âStop it,â you say. Your face is so hot, you probably look like a tomato.
Max is about to continue, but a girl comes up to him and laches on to his arm. You donât know why it makes that unsettling feeling start in your stomach again. You arenât jealous, heâs like your brother for Godâs sake. At least, thatâs what you keep having to tell yourself. She gives you a side glance, as if sheâs trying to make you feel bad for talking to Max. It almost makes you laugh. She looks familiar, but you canât put a name to her face.
âYou said youâd come swim with me,â she says to him. âCome on.â
Max raises his eyebrows at you before looking back at the girl. âSorry, just catching up with an old friend. You remember y/n right? We used to go to school together.â
She looks at you again and gasps. âLittle y/n? I couldnât even recognize you, youâve certainly... changed.â
âThanks,â you reply. You donât want to stand here any longer. âIâll let you guys get back to your swimming, it was nice talking to you Max.â
You give them a smile and turn around, youâre going to try to find Baja and Jake again, hopefully theyâre done fucking by now. But before you can even take a step Max grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You look back at him over your shoulder, the girl next to him looks pissed, he doesnât seem to care though because his eyes are locked on you.
âHow about after this we go hot box my car? You know, like we used to?â He suggests.
âIâd love to,â you say. The girl looks furious, it makes you happy. âSee you in a bit.â
He grins and let's go of your wrist, finally giving his attention back to the girl on his arm. You walk back towards his house, your hearts racing. Since when did Max Cooperman make your heart race? You look over your shoulder again when youâre at his back doors and much to your surprise heâs already looking at you. You quickly look away, whatâs going on?
~~~
Max finds you after about a half hour and the two of you make your way into his garage, weed in hand. Thankfully, no oneâs in the garage. Even though itâs not your weed, youâd hate to have to share with a bunch of other people. He unlocks his car and opens the passenger side for you, you chuckle and push him away but get inside anyway. He quickly gets in the driver's side and starts to unpack all his stuff.
You watch as he packs the bowl effortlessly. He used to struggle with it to the point that heâd ask you or Jake to do it for him. Now though, he gets it done within minutes. He offers you the first hit and you gladly accept, taking the bowl and lighter in your hands instantly. You light it and take a big hit, passing the bowl to Max while itâs still lit. Your lungs burn a bit, but you donât mind. You blow the smoke out in one long breath, filling up the car with the stench of weed.
âThatâs some good shit,â you say as Max takes his hit.
He nods and hands the bowl back to you when heâs done. âStole it from my dad, heâs gets it from some high end dealer.â
âNo shit?â You say before taking your second hit.
âYeah, itâs great.â
You blow out the smoke for a second time and hand the bowl back to him. âI already feel it, God damn.â
âItâs pretty strong, you should wait before taking another hit. Unless itâs a small one. Iâd hate for you to throw up in my car again,â he replies. You scoff and push his shoulder, making him break out into laughter. You canât help but join in.
You feel fantastic. Perfect even. You let your head fall back against the headrest, your whole body feeling lighter. You close your eyes, a big smile on your lips. Max starts to talk again, but you donât bother listening. You're too caught up in this amazing feeling. He taps your shoulder after a few seconds though and you sigh, tingles shooting throughout your whole body at the simple contact.
âY/N are you listening?â He asks.
You roll your head to the side so youâre looking at him. âTouch me again, it feels so good.â
âWhat?â
âMy body... it feels like it needs to be touched. Did you give me like Viagra weed?â You question.
âI donât know does sativa usually make you horny?â He laughs.
You shrug. âMaybe. I havenât smoked in a minute. Can you put on the radio or something?â
He nods and puts his keys in the ignition, turning them so the radio starts to play. You sit up and start to flick through the channels before settling on a relaxing song. You sigh and lean back, your head facing Max again. You watch as he takes another hit, he looks sexy doing it. You shake your head at the thought, Max is one of your best friends you canât call him sexy, even if itâs in your own head.
When heâs done, he puts the bowl down and leans back. He turns his head to you and your eyes meet. Your heart rate increases. He has this look in his eyes, one you never thought youâd see from him. His eyes are so dark, so full of lust. You swallow but canât bear to break the eye contact.
âWho was that girl?â You ask, breaking the silence but not the tension. âShe your girlfriend or something?â
âNo, Iâm surprised you didnât recognize her. That was Jenifer, you know, the one who used to make fun of me,â he answers.
âSo, why was she hanging on to you like that?â
He smirks. âWhat are you jealous?â
âThat doesnât answer my question,â you reply, deflecting his question.
âAnd that doesnât answer mine.â
You look away for a split second and shrug. âShould I be?â
âIâd like you to be. But sheâs nothing, just one of the many girls from this town whoâve suddenly become interested in me after I decided to change up my looks,â he answers.
You feel ashamed. Are you one of those girls now? You can admit, if Max still looked how he did before you donât know if youâd be having these feelings for him. Part of you believes you would though, just because of how flirty he is, heâs been like that since the two of you met all those years ago. You look down at your lap, not knowing what else to do.
âDid I say something wrong?â He asks after a few seconds.
You shake your head. âNo, of course not. I just... I donât want you to think Iâm one of those girls too. I mean am I really attracted to you now? Yes. But Iâve always been attracted to your personality too. Iâm sorry, you just are so fucking hot now itâs hard but-â
Youâre cut off by Maxâs lips crashing on to yours. You forget about what you were saying and kiss him back instantly, your hands moving up to grip his soft curls. The kiss is rough and full of pent-up sexual tension. You part your lips and let his tongue roam your mouth, it makes your body ignite. One of his hands moves down your body, eventually resting on your hip. The other one cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently.
He pulls back after a minute and the two of you stare into each other's eyes once again. Your breathing is heavy, your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are swollen. You havenât been kissed like that in a long time.
âSorry, I shouldâve asked first, but I just needed to show you that you arenât anything like those other girls. Iâve always wanted you y/n, I just never thought I had a chance,â he explains softly.
You twirl one of his curls around one of your pointer fingers and chuckle. âOh Max, if you asked me out I most likely wouldâve said yes.â
âI didnât want to ruin the friendship, but at this point since we donât even talk that much I donât care. I want you y/n, so bad. Even if itâs just for tonight, even if we never talk again after, let me have you right now,â he whispers.
âIâm yours for the taking,â you reply and before you have a second to think he crashes his lips to yours again.
The kiss is even rougher this time. His hands roam your body freely, cupping your breasts, your ass, everything. You let him pull you over the center console and into his lap, though the two of you laugh at the slight struggle. Itâs a tight squeeze, but it works. You straddle him as the kiss continues, his hips grinding up into yours. You slightly moan at the feeling of his bulge brushing against your clothed clit. Your arms wrap around his neck and you hold him tight, the feeling of your bodies against each other sending tingles throughout your entire body.
You break the kiss after a couple minutes to remove your coverup, your bikini now the only thing covering your breasts. Max smirks and lifts his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling the string thatâs holding up your bikini until it comes undone. He does the same with the other string and throws your bikini on to the passenger seat. He doesnât try to hide his stare; it makes your face heat up again.
Before you can say anything, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You sigh from the pleasure it gives you. Your body falls back against the steering wheel, luckily not hitting the horn. You feel his tongue swirl around your nipple, it makes you throw your head back. He moves between both of your nipples for a few minutes before moving on to kiss and suck the rest of your breasts.
âCan we move to the back?â He asks suddenly, his lips still on your skin.
âYeah,â you answer breathlessly before climbing off him and between the two front seats to get to the back.
Heâs too big to climb through, so he gets out of the car and goes through one of the back doors instead. He lays you down on the seats and continues his kisses on your breasts. He trails his kisses down your stomach, your navel, until heâs at the point where your skin ends and your jean shorts start. Your eyes meet his and he gives you a smirk that sends warmth to the pit of your stomach. He unbuttons your shorts and you lift your hips to help him pull them down your body, leaving you only in your bikini bottoms.
He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, making the wet spot in your bottoms even more noticeable. You move up so half your back is pressed against the car door, mostly to give Max more room, but also because you want to watch him. He sucks on the skin of your thighs, leaving behind a few hickeys as proof. His hands wrap around your thighs as well and he pulls them up so that your legs are bent and his head is now stuck between them.
His hands then move to the two strings on your hips that are holding your bathing suit bottoms in place. He pulls them at the same time until they both come undone, then he takes off your body, leaving you completely naked. His eyes are on yours as he moves his head down and finally connects his mouth to your soaking cunt.
You moan, your head hitting the car door as you throw it back. He licks and sucks your clit perfectly; heâs definitely done this before. When he moves his tongue down to your entrance, teasingly moving it in and out, his nose brushes your clit. Your thighs squeeze around his head, you lift your hips for more pressure. It feels so good, too good. Only five minutes go by and you can feel your orgasm approaching, you pull at his hair.
âMax- you should stop before I- before I cum,â you say, your breath ragged.
âDonât you want to?â He asks after lifting his head.
âI want this to last longer, I donât want it to be over yet,â you answer.
He smiles. âWho said it would be over after you cum once?â
Before you can reply he moves his head back down and continues his precious licks. You come undone within three minutes. He doesnât stop, even as you cum. Your orgasm takes over your whole body, it makes you feel euphoric.
When heâs sure you're finished, he wipes his mouth on your thigh and moves back so heâs sitting on one of the seats. He removes his bathing suit before grabbing your ankles and pulling your body so youâre laid down on the seats. He climbs over you and meets your eyes for the hundredth time tonight.
âAre you on the pill?â
âYeah.â
âIs it okay if I cum in you or do you still want me to pull out?â
Your stomach does a flip at his words. Heâs the first guy to ask that after finding out youâre on the pill. Youâve never adored anyone more than him in this moment.
âYou can do it inside,â you reply.
Max nods before pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, it only makes you more turned on. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him close to you as he starts to rub his dick between your soaked folds. You bite down on your lips as his tip rubs against your clit, it feels incredible. But you want him inside you more. He must know this, because he positions himself at your entrance after a few seconds and starts to slowly move inside you.
He starts off with slow thrusts, helping you adjust to his size. Even with his slow pace you canât help but bite down on his shoulder, the feeling of him inside you making your toes curl. Once you give him the okay, he starts to move faster, and after minutes heâs fucking you hard. Youâre a moaning mess, your nails scratching down his back as he pounds into you harshly. Each thrust makes your eyes practically roll back into your skull, theyâre so hard, so deep.
The air inside the car is warm, the windows fogged up. You know if anyone were to walk into the garage, theyâd see it shaking. You almost scream when he starts to suck your neck, he finds your sweet spot quickly and settles on it. You touch his now sweaty curls and close your eyes, this is the best sex youâve ever had, you donât want it to ever end.
âBaby, I want you to ride me till I cum,â he whispers, his hot breath on your ear. âCan you do that?â
âYes.â
He moves your position so that heâs sitting and you're straddling him, like you did in the front seat. You donât waste a second to begin moving up, down, back, and forth on his dick, riding him the way you know guys like it. You watch his head fall back on the seat, your name leaving his lips in a voice that almost makes you cum right then and there. His hands grip your ass tight; you love the way it stings.
You kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck, each sound that leaves him a reward. Your second orgasm is approaching, you feel the tightening in your stomach. You hold back though; you want to feel him finish before you. Thankfully, your silent request comes sooner than you thought.
âJust like that, donât stop, Iâm gonna cum,â he mumbles. His eyes are closed and his head is still resting on the seat, you swear heâs the most beautiful boy youâve ever seen. âIâm so close- so fucking close.â
âCum in me baby,â you say, and he does.
The feeling of his dick pulsing inside you is the last thing you can take, you let your orgasm take over too, the both of you cumming at the same time. Youâre out of breath but you keep riding him until youâre positive heâs completely done. Once he is, you get off him and fall back on to the seat next to him. Youâre sweaty and tired. You open the door next to you and breathe in the fresh air, itâs refreshing.
âNow two of your fluids have been on my backseat, thatâs cool right?â Max says to break the silence.
You laugh. âCan you shut the fuck up?â
âCan I not be happy that your vomit and your cum has been where weâre sitting?â
âPlease stop before more of my vomit is on your seats.â
âWe should go swim, the fireworks are gonna start soon,â he mentions. You look at him and see heâs already redressing. He meets your eyes and pauses. âUnless you want to stay here which is fine too.â
âNo, no, I want to go I just need a second, that was a workout,â you reply.
He grins and hands you back your clothing items, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âWhatever you want y/n.â
~~~
The two of you are in the pool when Baja and Jake finally find you.
âSo, you guys are acquainted again?â Baja asks as she lowers herself into the pool.
You and Max share a look before you answer her. âYeah, you can say that.â
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