#and he’d see the way you’re leg is nervously bouncing as you slowly make your way closer to him on the couch

[sugarcoated-lame]

KATIE PLEASE IM GOING INSANE OVER THIS

DADS BEST FRIEND ROOSTER

DADS BEST FRIEND ROOSTER WHO TAKES YOU HOME FROM THE BAR BEFORE YOU CAN GET TOO DRUNK (bc he’s responsible) AND MAKES YOU WATCH HIS FAVOURITE MOVIE ON THE COUCH (bc he’s sentimental) AND THEN FUCKS YOU NASTY (bc he’s rooster be fr)

[latenightdaydreams]

First time Konig and reader have sex. But size kink😩😩😩😩 Reader is petite

https://twitter.com/kinulta/status/1765084505810117118?t=HH9h6rCAbx7MwYLdqcOorQ&s=19

I imagine reader is gonna be like this and Konig fucks us til we pass out

As a shorty, I live for size kink König🙏🏽

König x Petite!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, size difference, size kink, petite reader

1.6k word count

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Being 6 '10, König usually dates women around 5���8- and up. They’re beautiful of course, but he has always wondered what it would be like to be with a tiny woman. Most of the interactions he’s had with small women have scared him; they’re incredibly fierce, and he is so awkward he freezes around them. Like an elephant with a mouse, he can’t explain it.

Then he meets you. On a random grocery shopping trip. He had to look all the way down to see your eyes, the top of your head reaching just below his chest. Instantly he became nervous, not knowing how to act. He wanted to make himself seem smaller and less intimidating since that’s all he is ever viewed as and you were so tiny.

Yet, you weren’t scared of him. You looked him right in the eyes and demanded he help you grab something from the top shelf, in a kind way of course.

“You have to help me; I can’t jump high enough.” You laughed and the sound gave König butterflies.

“Ja, sure, lead the way.” He was willing to follow you anywhere.

Two months later and you both have decided to make things official. He treats you like you’re made of glass, scared to even cuddle while sleeping because what if he rolls over on top of you? Other than oral sex and fingering, you both haven’t gone all the way yet. He is terrified his body weight will crush you or he will be too rough with your “delicate” body.

He can’t lie, he has always wondered what sex would be like with someone tiny, like 4’11-5’4, and now he has you. He’s watched a lot of porn of a tall big dick man absolutely dominating the smaller woman, but he never thought he’d be here. Seeing you in front of him makes him question the logistics of it all.

 König stands before you as you lie naked on the bed. He looks at your body before shifting his gaze down and rolling the condom down his length. A wave of nervousness rushes over him, mixed with excitement as he sees your hand go between your legs and begin to rub your pussy. His eyes slowly trail up your body to meet your eyes again.

“Are you sure you are ready?”

“Absolutely.” You’ve been begging for weeks; you aren’t going to back down now.

König smirks and walks to you, standing at the edge of the bed, looking at how your fingers circle your clit.

“How should we…start?”

“How you would with anyone.” You begin to laugh.

König blushes and lays on the bed beside you, “Come here.”

You smile and crawl over to him, straddling his hips. His eyes are drawn to your small body over his, keeping his hands to the side so as to not hurt you. He watches as you grab his cock and slowly lower yourself down on to him. König lets out a soft moan and grabs the sheets, refraining from grabbing you and pushing you down more.

“Fuck…” König drops his head back and closes his eyes.

At first you slowly bounce yourself on him, letting yourself get adjusted to his size. Watching him as he reacts to feeling his thick cock be swallowed whole by your tight little cunt. You put your hands behind you on his thighs as you move your legs so your feet are flat on the bed.

Slowly his hips begin to thrust up into you, he opens his eyes and leans his head forward to look down at you. Your breasts bouncing as your eyebrows are pinched from the pleasure, your eyes meet. He can’t help but to reach out and rest one hand on your breast and the other on your hip. He grips you tightly and begins to assist in your bouncing, making you speed up.

“Fucking ride that cock…” He lightly slaps your ass.

Both of your moans fill the room as you begin to slam down hard on him. He begins to feel himself want to fuck you harder, it scares him so he holds you still.

“Wait,” He is breathing heavily, “I- wait.”

“Are you about to cum?”

“No, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Jesus, König, you won’t!”

“Lay on your side.” He ignores your attitude and watches as you pull yourself up from his cock, it falls forward onto his stomach. The condom covered in your creamy white arousal. He wishes he could go in raw.

You lay on your side and look over your shoulder as he adjusts his big body behind yours. He gets close to you, grasping his cock as he rubs it along your wet folds. He pushes his hips forward slightly, feeling his tip slip in. He lifts your ass cheek up with his hand to push in easier, looking down and watching your pretty lips stretch to accommodate him. He places his huge hand on your waist, and begins to buck forward into your cunt lightly.

Your eyes still locked onto his as he fucks you, he leans in and kisses your lips softly before moaning and resting his head back on the pillow. You begin to push back into him every time he thrust in. The supple flesh of your ass bouncing with every hit.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, the arm you’re resting on outstretched and holding on to the blanket.

“Ja.” He moves his hand from your waist to spank your ass lightly again. His hand goes back as he begins to pick up his pace.

“Oh my god your cock feels so good in my tight little pussy.” You moan out in a pathetic voice.

“Mhm.” Your dirty talk is breaking him down as all he can think of is making you scream his name.

He closes his eyes again and tries to focus as your pussy squeezes him. He feels your hand fall on his face gently and caress his check, sending a chill down his spine.

“Please fuck me harder.”

He opens his eyes and looks at the side of your face as your head is turned. His eyes travel down your body and shit…he can’t hold back anymore.

“You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes!”

“Beg.” He growls.

“Please, please pound my pussy.” The new tone in his voice is something you’ve never heard from him before, and it excites you.

König lets out a loud groan as he holds your waist so tightly, he leaves red marks as he begins to slam his cock inside you repeatedly. You’re not able to catch your breath as the sound of flesh hitting flesh and your wet cunt is all that can be heard. Finally a loud moan escapes your lips and you move your hand from his face to his arm and hold it.

“Oh- fuck! König!”

“Scream my fucking name.”

He rams his cock into you so hard you feel a slight bit of pain, but you know if you say something he will never do it again so you stay silent.

“König!” Your nails dig into his arm, his hand holds you tighter. He can feel your pussy begin to squeeze his cock as you begin to babble as if you forgot how to speak.

“Just like that, cum on my cock.”

You move your hand from his arm and twist your upper half more to look at him. His blue eyes gazing down at you with a primal lust.  Moving his hand from your waist, he grasps your neck and holds lightly. Your bodies covered in sweat; he doesn’t stop relentlessly pounding his sensitive cock into you.

Slowly you feel yourself begin to see that euphoric build up again, your vision going double as you feel light headed.

“God- König.” You manage to mumble out as your body begins to shake.

König moves his hand from your neck to lift your leg, shifting his body to be now on top of yours as you stay on your side. With your leg on his shoulder and his body straddling your leg, he is able to shove his cock in even deeper.

“I want to feel you raw Liebling.” He moans kissing your leg as he pushes in deep and pulls out slowly.

In a dick daze you nod your head, agreeing to no condom. Quickly, König pulls out and yanks the tip of the condom, tossing it off the bed. Slowly he begins to push his cock back inside. The textured feeling of your warm gummy walls welcoming his cock was too much. Putting his fist into the mattress, he begins to roll his hips harshly fucking you. You moan out in a scream holding on to his arm. He gives you no time to even catch your breath. König watches your eyes roll back into your head as your body goes limp, but moans still leaving your lips.

“Don’t tap out on my now Liebling, I’m not done.”

He sits up and drags your hips closer to him, wrapping his arms around your leg and not letting up on his pace. König doesn’t stop until you stop moaning. Breathing heavy, he puts your leg down and leans over you.

“Schatz?” He grabs your jaw and turns you to face him. You don’t reply.

He feels for a pulse, you’re still alive. He pulls out and runs to get a washcloth and runs it under cold water, rushing back to you. He places it on your head and caresses your face, gently kissing you.

“I knew I was too rough…” He whispers to himself.

A cocky little grin on his lips because he fucked you so hard you passed out. He will forever tell this story.

[ktittycat]

PLEASE do part three of the Regulus one...you are just so good fr.

innocence kink, perv! regulus, praising, creampie, breeding kink

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“This isn’t right…” You say anxiously as Regulus starts to take off your shirt. It had always been a regular occurrence for your best friend to come over, but nowadays it’s been… different. He’s been touching you in ways you didn’t know would make you feel so good.

“Of course this is right, baby,” He whispers as he unclips the back of your bra. His mouth salivates at the sight of your perky boobs. He’d missed your body so much. You cover your body nervously. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you, but—“ You say when he holds up a finger to your mouth. You frown. He gently grabs your arms. You look down to see a bulge poking through his pants.

“Stop hiding, okay? Be a good girl for me,” He sighs. You finally stop hiding yourself, not wanting to disappoint him. He kisses your lips softly and you immediately melt into the kiss. He begins to remove all your clothes now, revealing that pretty pussy he had longed to see ever since that night in your room.

“Such a beautiful, little, virgin pussy,” He smirks, pinching your clit. Your hips twitch as your squeak. “Lay down, darling.”

You lay down on the pillows, legs closed insecurely. Regulus crawls over and forces your legs open harshly. He groans at the sight of your wet pussy waiting for him as he unzips his pants. His cock pops out once he pulls down his boxers, red and angry at the tip. You whimper when the head of his dick teases your virgin folds.

“Reggie…” You mumble and moan quietly. Your legs spread wider every second. “Will it hurt?”

Your best friend chuckles and nods. He grabs his cock and slaps it on your clit. “Just a bit, baby. But it’ll feel good after a little while, trust me.”

He positions his length and slowly pushes in. You gasp, feeling the burn sensation around your pussy. Regulus chokes on his moan as you clench around him. The feeling begins to overwhelm you, and you slap his chest desperately.

“Too much!” You cry. You shake your head, closing your legs quickly. He growls and pushes your thighs back open. He slaps your pussy as if you’re being punished for disobeying him. You cry out. “Reggie, t-too much!”

“Stop acting like a child. I’m barely in yet,” He laughs at you, leaning down to kiss your neck comfortingly. He continues to push his cock in slowly. You whine as your legs begin to spread out instinctively. “There ya’ go, darling. Show me that pretty cunt.”

You moan loudly once he bottoms out, his thrusts slow and coordinated as he hits all your right spots. You gasp, eyes widening when you see his cock bulging through your stomach. He should’ve prepped you with his fingers before, because fuck, you’re squeezing around him.

“So fucking tight for me,” He grunts as his thrusts speed up. His hand moves down to play with your clit. “Perfect pussy, but only for me, yeah?”

You nod as you cry his name loudly. He smirks and holds up your legs so he can find your good spots better. Tears stream down your face, and all the pretty makeup you had put on for Regulus had been smeared.

“You like it?” He whispers in your ear, slapping your ass harshly. He groans and throws his head back when your hole clenches around his hard dick. He bucks his hips at a fast pace, not giving you time to breathe. “Tell me how much you like it, slut. No other cock can make you feel this way, I promise.”

“Reggie! I love it!” You cry loudly. It hurts but it feels so good. You open your eyes to look at Regulus, and the innocent gaze you give him almost makes him cream inside you. He pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of him inside you. He sits up and grabs your hips, placing you on his lap. You gasp as sink down on him, bouncing your ass desperately.

“Good girl already knows what to do,” Regulus bites his lip, laughing as you fuck yourself on top of him. His length is so much deeper in you this way. He holds your hips and thrusts into you. The feeling is overwhelming. He pinches your nipples. “You want my cum? You’d look so hot pregnant. Everyone would know who fucked those babies into you.”

You nod like the little innocent girl you are, wanting his babies so bad. Your cunt clenches around him as you imagine yourself pregnant with Regulus’ children. He groans loudly as his hips still. His warm semen shoots inside of you, making you cum right after. You moan his name, still creaming around him.

“Reggie…” You whimper, looking into his eyes. He pulls out of you and you sniffle. His finger circles the cum that’s leaking out your pussy, and he pushes it back inside you.

“You were so good for me, darling,” He whispers into your ear, kissing you softly. He slaps your overstimulated cunt once again, rubbing your clit. You jump and let out a small cry. “Don’t let any other man touch you now. You’re not a sweet, little virgin anymore. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” You nod with a pout on your face. He smiles and cleans himself up.

“Want me to run a bath?” He hums, playing with your hair. You nod.

“Can you bathe with me?” You ask shyly, a blush on your face. Regulus smiles, still enjoying the innocence that’s he trying so hard to keep.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Your best friend says, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the bath.

pt 1, pt 2

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[brainddeadd]

Prompt: "i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right."

idk man, i just get the vibe that he'd be hella nervous when its like.. the one, ya know

The night sky stretched endlessly above you, stars twinkling faintly as you sat next to Luke on the rooftop of his apartment building. It was a chilly evening, but the cold wasn’t what made you shiver—it was the tension between you two. The kind of tension that had been growing for weeks, hanging in the air like something you were both too scared to acknowledge.

Luke had been unusually quiet tonight, his usual goofy grin absent, replaced by a furrowed brow and nervous energy. His leg bounced up and down beside yours, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his knee. You could feel it, the way he was holding something back.

You turned to him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Luke, what’s going on? You’ve been off all night.”

He hesitated, his eyes flickering to yours for the briefest moment before darting away. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as if the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. "I… I don’t know how to say this," he finally muttered, his voice rough with frustration.

You waited, watching as his fingers clenched into fists, knuckles white. This wasn’t like Luke. He was always so carefree, always the one to make light of things, but now? He was tense, like he was battling some inner turmoil.

“Just say it,” you urged softly, scooting closer, your hand resting lightly on his forearm.

He let out a shaky breath, finally turning to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide, full of an anxiety you hadn’t seen before, his vulnerability laid bare. "I—I don't know how to kiss," he blurted, his voice almost cracking. "But I want to kiss you. I want to so bad." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, shaking his head. "But I’ve never done it before, and I—I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t want to ruin this."

His words tumbled out in a rush, like he’d been holding them back for far too long. There was a raw desperation in his tone, a need for you to understand just how much this meant to him. He wasn’t just talking about a kiss; he was talking about you. About how much he cared, how much he wanted to get it right with you.

Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and unsure. You reached up, gently cupping his face with both hands, guiding his eyes back to yours. "Luke," you whispered, "you’re not going to ruin anything."

He shook his head again, his voice dropping to a whisper, almost pleading. "But what if I do? What if I’m bad at it? I don’t want to mess this up with you." His eyes searched yours, filled with an urgency that made your chest tighten.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "You won’t mess it up. I promise." You paused, your own voice soft and sincere as you added, “Just kiss me, Luke. We’ll figure it out together.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his breath shaky as he processed your words. Finally, with a soft exhale, he whispered, “I don’t know how to kiss, but let me kiss you, and I’ll do it just right.”

His voice cracked with vulnerability, his confession hanging in the air between you. You could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation to prove himself, to be good enough for you in this moment. But you knew that didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that it was Luke, and that he cared so much about getting it right.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Luke leaned in, his breath warm against your lips. There was a pause, a moment of hesitation where you could feel him second-guessing himself, but you closed the gap, brushing your lips against his in the gentlest kiss.

It wasn’t perfect. It was soft, a little tentative, but there was a sweetness in it, a tenderness that made your heart swell. You could feel his nervousness, the way his hands shook slightly as they cupped your face, but more than anything, you could feel how much he wanted this—how much he wanted you.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was unsteady, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes fluttered open, searching yours, waiting for some kind of reassurance, some sign that he hadn’t messed up.

“That was perfect,” you whispered, smiling softly.

He let out a shaky laugh, relief flooding his features as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. “God, I was so nervous,” he admitted, his voice still trembling slightly. “I didn’t want to screw it up.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him, snuggling into his embrace. “You did it just right.”

And as he held you in the quiet of the night, his nervousness slowly melting away, you knew that this was only the beginning—the first of many moments where Luke would figure it out. And you’d be right there with him every step of the way.

[moody-alcoholic]

Chapter 2 - The Secret

AN: I gave the reader a bit of backstory here, some people are going to like it some people are not. I'm not going to be making a habit of it promise.

Summary: Simon x reader, 4.4k words. You decide to get to know your colleagues better by accepting an invitation to meet at a pub. But your mind is preoccupied by a figure from the past, and you're starting to learn everyone including you has secrets they don't want to share.

CW: alcohol, stalking, smoking, paranoia, abusive ex.

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When you were a kid, about 9 years old you went over to your aunts house. It was an impromptu trip, your mother drove in the dead of night with you and your brother half asleep in the back seats. Your mother not even changing into proper clothes just pulling on a coat and rushing you into the car. When you arrive she hurried you inside and locked you in the living room with your cousins telling you, you could have the TV on as loud as you wanted just not to come upstairs. An ambulance showed up first then the police. You remember watching the flashing lights out the window. Your cousins were too young to understand what was going on, they thought it was all one big game but you understood.

Your curiosity got the better of you. You cracked open the door of the living room hearing sobs coming from upstairs, all kinds of voices. Some male some female. You closed the door behind you slowly making your way up the stairs. You remember your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t have to make it all the way up just enough so you could see through the landing to your aunts room. The first thing you saw was blood, more blood then you think you had ever seen. Your mum rubbing your aunts back her arms also covered in blood, sobbing uncontrollably. You froze in place until your mother caught you. She gives you this look of horror, anger then screams at you to get back downstairs and not to leave the living room. You rush down back into the room closing the door behind you.

It was another hour before your mother came to take you and your brother home. She never explained what happened, and you never saw your aunt or cousins again. When you asked about them your mother told you they had moved to live in Spain, and that maybe one day when we were older we could see them again. 

You never went out of your way to see them again, or even track them down. You felt guilty for snooping when you should have just listened. Your mother didn’t need to give you the big lecture on the ‘dangers of being curious’ the nightmares you had for weeks afterwards were enough warning.

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Simon didn’t seem mad as you followed him upstairs, he seemed more frustrated he had to do this. Like he would rather let you off this once so it was less work for him.

“Wait out here.” He says as he goes into John’s office, again without knocking. You don’t know what to say, you want to apologise but he wouldn't even let you do that. As soon as you opened your mouth he shut you down. You make your way over to the sofa’s sitting down, your leg starts bouncing nervously as you try to make excuses up in your head. It’s not worth it you were caught red handed. The sound of a door closing has your head snapping to the office but it’s still closed. You hear steps on the metal stairs then see Johnny’s head pop up. He sees you and frowns but he still has a smile on his face. 

“You’re still here lass?” He says looking at his watch and limping over to you. You nod. He must be able to pick up on your nervousness as his smile fades. 

“What happened?” He asks looking back over at John’s office for a second. 

“I did something stupid.” You say hanging your head feeling ashamed. In a way maybe it was worse telling Johnny, he’d been so kind to you now you’d broken his trust. 

“What did you accidentally kill someone?” He asks joking as he sits down next to you. “Was it Simon?” He asks nudging you.

“No. I looked in the store room, was just curious, the door wasn’t closed properly so I looked in.” You say looking up at him.

“You know what they say about curiosity?” He says leaning back on the sofa, his full smile back across his face.

“Curiosity killed the cat?” You say hoping that’s what he wants to hear. 

“Aye, but satisfaction bought it back.” He winks. That made you smile. 

“Do you think I’ll get fired?” You ask rubbing your hands together, Johnny laughs.  

“I reckon Simon’s getting more of a bollocking for leaving the door open then you’ll get fer looking.” Johnny says nudging you again. He’s making you feel less worried, you still feel like a kid who got caught doing something really bad though. The door opens and Simon and John walk out. Johnny gets to his feet walking over to them.

“What are you doing here?” Simon asks. 

“I forgot my wallet but I heard you were getting people into trouble. I had to see for myself. You went easy on him right? ‘E’s not used to being in trouble.” Johnny throws his arm over Simon’s shoulders, he has to stand on his tiptoes to reach. John just chuckles shaking his head and moves out the way.

“C’mon I’ll give you a lift home, ye can tell me how mean Price was being on the way. It’ll be just like the good ol’ days.” Johnny looks over winking at you as Simon shoves his arm off heading down the steps. John moves over to you and you stand up.

“Sit down,” he says smiling, maybe you weren't in trouble. You reluctantly agree, he sit’s in the recliner opposite you. 

“I’m not mad, you’re not in trouble.” He says, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't-” He puts his hand up stopping you. 

“It’s not a big deal. I heard Johnny told you about our past, being in the military?” He says, you nod. 

“Sometimes we get special requests. People who shoot for sport, hunting that sort of thing. The room is kept secure for obvious reasons. It’s not anything you need to concern yourself with, I deal with that side of the job.” He explains. You nod thinking back to the room, most of the weapons looked new modern, like guns you’ve seen in action movies or the type cops carry sometimes. They didn’t look like hunting rifles or sports shotguns, you don’t question it though. It’s not your place. 

“I guess I understand the discretion clause now.” You say letting a small smile come on your lips. He chuckles nodding. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks. You frown.

“Nothing,” you reply, it’s true. You don’t have to be in work but you’ve made no plans. You’ll probably just spend the day at home watching TV maybe catch up on some series you’ve been putting off watching. 

“Every other Saturday we go out for drinks. You’re welcome to join us? I didn’t know if you would be interested since you only started yesterday but the invite is there.” He says getting up. 

“I’ll think about it.” You say not waning to commit to anything. John nods.

“Okay, well I’ll send you the address and if you come great if not we’ll see you Monday.” He says. 

“Thanks,” you say also getting up picking your coat off the chair. John nods heading back into the office as you make your way out through the building. You let out a big sigh of relief as you make it outside heading home. What kind of service to they provide with the weapons? Do they just sell them? That makes the most sense, I guess you would need a lot of licences for that. You don’t know anything about gun laws but you assume them being ex-military helps, maybe that’s where they got the guns from in the first place? Now this has just made you more curious, more questions, questions you don’t think you’ll ever get answers too.  

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Saturday morning you’re still deciding if you want to go out for drinks tonight. John texted you the address and you found out through Google it’s a local pub, another place in walking distance. You text Johnny so he has your number of course the first thing he asks is if you’re coming tonight. That makes you smile. You can’t help thinking Simon is mad with you in someway? Johnny and Gaz are great, kind, smiling. Even John though he’s your boss manages to put you at ease so well. Simon has a darker presence around him, he intrigues you though, he’s on your mind more. He’s like another secret you want to crack. Maybe you’re being too nosy, probably, but you don’t care you want to know who Simon really is.

You pick up your packet of cigarettes off the table. You’ll smoke one then decide, otherwise you’re just going to ignore them which is rude. You go out onto the balcony, it’s chilly today but as soon as you light the cigarette and inhale your body begins to warm. You’re starting to relax when your phone rings you take it out, it’s a number you don’t know. You’re so close to ignoring it but you pick it up anyway. 

“Hello,” You say. There is silence on the line for a few seconds, or maybe you can hear moment you’re not sure but it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Hey baby, I just needed to hear your voice.” Your body freezes you don’t know what to do. It’s a voice you never hoped to hear again. You should hang up, screw that you want to throw the phone. 

“Are you there baby?” It’s like ringing in your ears, he sounds… kind, sad. Like when he treated you right, doted on you. When he would take you to bed and treat you like a princess. His voice is low almost humming in your ear, it makes your heart skip a beat.  

“H-how did you get my number?” You ask hearing your voice break. 

“I miss you baby I’m so sorry please can I see you?” It’s too much you hang up the phone. You look out the balcony. What if he’s nearby? What if he did that so he could see you? and your reaction? You take a long drag off your cigarette but it’s not calming your nerves now. You drop the rest of it on the floor rushing inside and dead-bolting the door.

Your hands are shaking when the phone rings again it’s the same number you decline and block it. Great now you’re going to have to change your number again. This will be the second time this month, you swallow hard going over to your laptop. It feels like there is a lump in your chest you can’t get rid of. You go to your phone companies website to request the number change. It’s going to take a few days to processes the request and get a new sim-card sent.

You feel better, it makes you feel better like you’re in control. From now on all unknown numbers are going to voicemail. You say to yourself trying to keep calm. You just can’t shake the feeling you’re being watched though, he knows where you live, you lived together for 2 years. You wanted to move but you didn’t have the money for a new deposit. Maybe now is a good time though. You start calculating in your head how long you would need to save to afford another deposit, by your calculations maybe in 2 months time. You want to look at flats available in your area but you’re paranoid he’s looking in on your devices. You don’t know why, maybe it’s just because he called you and your senses are on high alert but you don’t feel safe right now. You pull your phone out and text John.

I’ll be there tonight.

You want to get out of this flat, somewhere public where you can distract yourself. Besides being surrounded by hunky ex-SAS soldiers is not a bad way to spend your time if you’re feeling paranoid. You look back at your phone a text from John.

Great see you at 7.

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You show up late to the pub, not on purpose your neighbour had stopped you in the hallway and she’s always so chatty. She was asking about the boyfriend situation too, it just made you want to get out of that building as fast as possible. You were practically running to the pub to meet them, you just needed to get out of that flat. As soon as you walk in while unzipping your coat Johnny calls you over. You smile when you see him and walk over to the table. Kyle and John are there too but you don’t see Simon. you wonder if he decided not to come after he found out you had been invited.

“What’s your poison?” Johnny asks as you hang your coat over the back of a chair.

“I can get it,” you insist. 

“Don’t be silly sit down lass it’s all going on the company card anyway.” Johnny winks at John who sighs. 

“Eh, cider, anything but beer.” You say shrugging. Although you could really do with something stronger.

Johnny goes over to the bar as you sit down. 

“Where’s Simon?” you ask realising there are 4 drinks on the table already. 

“Bathroom,” Kyle says as reaches forward and takes another sip of his drink. Before you know it Johnny is back with your drink. You thank him and he sits down next to you. It’s a few seconds later when you see Simon come out of the bathroom. He’s not wearing a mask, or his signature hoodie. You watch him as he crosses the bar back over to the table. He’s handsome, not what you expected. His hair is blonde, curly like you suspected but in the warm lights of the pub makes it look golden. He’s wearing a t-shirt and you can see his left arm is covered in tattoos.

His eyes meet yours and you look away blushing, realising you’ve been staring for way too long. You reach forward and take a long sip of your cider as he sits down. You get a better look at his tattoos before flicking your eyes over to Kyle, who has started a conversation with John you were not listening to. He’s talking about his family, from what you can understand he’s got quite a big family they all live in London. John seems to know each of them asking him how they are and if his sister has had her baby yet. The questions then turn to you. 

“You got a family?” Kyle asks. 

“My mum and brother, my dad died a few years back, heart attack.” You say trying to keep it short and sweet.

“Aw, sorry ‘bout that lass.” Johnny says nudging you.

“It’s fine,” you smile. 

“What about your brother?” Kyle asks. 

“He’s in uni studying computer science or computer engineering, something to do with computers. He’s the smart one.” You chuckle, taking another sip of your drink. 

“Johnny’s good with computers.” Kyle says. “Well kind of.” The rest of them laugh, you don’t know why it’s funny must be an inside joke. Simon doesn't say much, he listens to the conversations and inputs if people ask him things directly but he keeps quiet. Your eyes keep wondering over to him to try and read his expression, you flick your eyes away each time he looks at you feeling embarrassed for staring. 

“That’s not true Gaz.” You hear Johnny scoff you realise you haven’t been paying attention. 

“What is the deal with the nicknames?” You ask. John chuckles.

“They’re our old military nicknames, like a call-sign so we can identify each other easily.” Johnny explains. 

“What does yours mean then?” You ask Johnny. 

“See lass I was so good at my job, I used to clear buildings so fast they called me Soap.” He nudges you. 

“Clear buildings, like with enemies?” You ask, realising how little you know about anything military. 

“Yeah, or hostages, bombs you name it!” He says enthusiastically. 

“What about Ghost,” you look over at Simon. 

“He used to tell us ghost stories before bed.” Johnny said. You look over at Simon rolling his eyes. You don’t believe Johnny but you don’t question it, you finish your drink and stand up, grabbing your coat.

“Leaving already?” Johnny asks pouting. You reach into your pocket and pull out the packet of cigarettes. 

“Just a smoke.” You say smiling. Johnny sighs, he seems disappointed. 

You go out the pub cigarette already in your mouth as you stand to the side off the main pavement. You’re trying to light it, turning away from the wind as your lighter fails to spark. 

“Come on.” You mutter under your breath. You hear footsteps behind you it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You freeze trying to quickly get it lit so you can turn around. You hear the steps getting closer you turn. It’s Simon, with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. You take a deep breath out looking around quickly. You hate being this much on edge, fucking Joe, why did he have to call you

“Need a light?” He asks after lighting his own. You reach out your hand.

“Sure, thanks.” You say, lighting your cigarette and taking a deep breath in. You hand the lighter back to him. 

“I didn’t know you smoked. I thought all military guys had to be fit and healthy.” You say, you don’t know why that came across like a dig. 

“Yeah well, ex-military.” He says. You look at him, you can’t help yourself watching him more. He really is handsome, his features are being lit up by the warm glow from the pub, his strong defined muscles. Like the others but bigger, and you still can’t help being so intrigued by him. He’s such a mystery. 

“What about you, wouldn’t put you down as a smoker.” He says almost like a retaliation to your comment. 

“Yeah well, just a habit I picked up.” You say looking at the cigarette between your fingers. You weren't going to admit it was a habit you picked up a year into your relationship so you could get some alone time. Your ex hated smoking, wouldn’t even let you sit near him or touch him until you had washed your body and brushed your teeth. Smoking was your own little rebellion, regardless of the fights it bought. 

“I’m sorry about the storeroom thing I didn’t mean to get you into trouble.” You say.

“It’s alright, it was your first day. Besides nothing happened.” He replies looking down at you. His eyes look like burnt caramel in the light, not as scary as they seem to be when he covers his face. 

“So what’s the real reason? Why Ghost?” You ask. He seems to freeze for a second taking a longer puff on the cigarette. 

“Can you go invisible or something?” You joke, his expression doesn’t change. You can’t pinpoint what he’s thinking, he always looks ether bored or like he’s distracted by something way off in the distance. 

“I can do lot’s of things. Ghost is just a name.” He says, his voice cold, maybe you should drop it, but you’re too curious.

“Where you like an assassin? A ghost in the night?” you joke again, trying to get some reaction from him. He sighs. 

“You watch too many films.” He says. You sigh taking in another breath of smoke.  

“What about family, do you have any?” You ask, that’s a simple question. He looks at you again, this time his eyes turn hard, like their burning into the back of your skull. You shiver. He drops the rest of his cigarette. 

“No.” He says and heads back inside. Idiot. You say to yourself. Clearly family is a touchy subject. On the plus side at least you have learned something about him. You finish the last of your cigarette and turn to dump it in the trash. You step back out to the pavement looking down the street. You’re eyes catch something in the distance. You stop for a second craning your head to look. You blink, it looks like Joe. It’s not him you’re being paranoid. You force your body to move back inside the pub your head lingering on him for as long as it can before he leaves your line of sight. It’s not him, you’re just being paranoid. You repeat to yourself as you sit down, there is a new drink now and you happily swallow a big gulp.

The rest of the evening goes well, you feel like you’re leaning a lot about them. They share stories even Simon comes out his shell a little more to talk about past work and missions. They complain about customers, old generals and bosses. You try to remember as much of the lingo as possible so the next time they say it you’ll have a better understanding. They ask you more about you, what you want to do with life, how often do you see your family that kind of stuff. You keep your answers short and sweet happy to just listen to them talk and reminiscing, their lives were way more interesting after all.

You try to ignore the fact that you think you saw Joe, you didn’t he was too far away for you to tell. You’re just being paranoid, it’s because he called you. You remind yourself. Around 10 you decide to take your leave. Johnny gives you a hug and offers to walk you home a offer you almost accept, but politely refuse explaining you only life a few streets away. Everyone else including Simon says they’ll see you on Monday and you bid them farewell. When you step out the pub your head automatically looks down to the street you thought you saw Joe. He’s definitely not there now. You take a big breath in of cool London air and head home.

—————————— 

The trip back to your flat had you on edge, the streets were dark and almost every noise had you pulling your jacket tighter and walking faster. You almost want to kick yourself for being so paranoid, you just need to relax. He’s gone, this is the first time you’ve heard from him in almost 2 weeks. It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. When you get to the top of the stairs you bump into Alice again. 

“Back already?” She says. “I thought you’d be out all night.” 

“No, I wasn’t feeling well.” You say, hoping that will explain your current state without her prying too much. You should have known better this is Alice, the same Alice who know’s things about you before you even know them. 

“Aww, do you need anything? I have some herbal tea thats good for your stomach.” She says. 

“No thank you.” You say putting your hand on your door handle. “Hey Alice, have you seen Joe around at all, since we broke up?” She frowns for a second thinking. 

“No I don’t think so. Do you think he’s stalking you!? I knew he gave me a bad vibe.” She says sounding shocked.

“You should go to the police get a restraining order.” She says, her eyes wide, at least she’s got some juicy gossip to spread around now. She would get on well with your mum. 

“No it’s okay, I think I’m just tired.” You say, trying to believe it as the words leave your mouth. She nods smiling and you head into your flat. 

You’re sat on the sofa watching TV when there is a knock at the door. You jump, putting your glass of wine down on the coffee table and getting up. Your heart is beating in your chest, your head going to places you don’t want it to. What if it’s him? Then you ignore it, he can’t get in, you had the locks changed. You remind yourself. You look through the peephole, it’s Alice. You let out a sigh undoing the dead-bolt and unlocking the door. 

“Hey, sorry to bother you.” She says as soon as she sees you. 

“My sister, you know the one in the east-end? Well she had a problem with her ex stalking her. Anyway I spoke to her and she gave me the name of the people she used to get him to stop.” Alice hands you a piece of folded paper, you open it.

“SDS?” You say confused for a second then it hits you like a brick. No it can’t be, it must be a coincidence. 

“Yeah, Special Delivery Service, it looks like a normal delivery company but it’s not. It’s really cleaver actually. Just submit a request for a quote but select the special services option. My sisters stalker was gone within the week.” Alice says whispering like she’s sharing the worlds best kept secret. You’re just stood their with your mouth hanging open. 

“They’re really discrete, bit pricey though.” She says. You feel like all your blood is rushing to your face. You pocket the paper stepping back inside.

“T-Thank you Alice,” you say, trying to keep calm.

“No problem,” she replies as you close the door. You click the deadbolt in place. This can’t be real. You walk back over to the sofa picking up your phone and going to the website. You click the option to get a quote, it’s a standard from, wanting information like company name, address, e-mail ect.. Then you see the drop-down you press it and it lists a bunch of options but right at the bottom ‘special services.’ You click it and the page changes now there are only two boxes for e-mail and phone number and a message. 

You will be contacted with in 24 hours.

You swallow hard, thinking back to the room of weapons you saw. Alice said her sisters stalker was gone within a week does that mean he’s dead? Surly not the police would know if there was a company going around killing people. A company you now worked for. They didn’t seem like dangerous people, ex-military aside they seemed like pretty down to earth people just enjoying an easy job. You needed proof, you needed to know what was going on. You needed to get back into that store room.  

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[barefoothighlander]

Hi! So I'm not the same person that asked for the stubborn and sick reader thats afraid of the doc, but what about either a continuation, or a whole new piece where ghost HELPS the reader overcome their fear of doctors? (SFW please, whether he's nice about it or forceful is up to you! Just wanted some fluff!) 💜

I got you anon, this can be read as a stand alone or a part two to this drabble

warnings: fluff, anxiety, mention of doctors & medical terms, gn pronouns, not proofread

“Right, you can’t put it off any longer love”

“It’s not that bad” Your words come out through broken coughs

“It’s been over a week and your fever hasn’t broken, we need to see the doctor”

“I’m telling you I’m fine”

Simon sighs, his thumb rubbing small circles over the skin of your thigh.

“I understand you’re scared, but I’ll be there with you”

Your heavy eyes turn to him, sincerity seeps from his features, you believe him, you know that he’d never let anything bad happen to you but the anxiety sits like a weight in your stomach.

“It’s more than fear Si, it’s like all my worries just swarm as soon as I think about it, everyone gathers at once and combusts in my head, it’s just too much”

“I know” His hand moves to hold yours, your skin is damp from sweat, he can feel the heat of your skin in his own, “I feel like that too, anytime I think about you in danger, every time I think about my family, everything piles up until it just”

“Bursts”

He snickers, “Yeah, bursts”

You give him a weak smile, closing your eyes for a moment before slowly nodding, “Okay”

“Okay?”

“We can go, but promise me we’ll leave if it’s too much”

“Of course my love”

He holds your hand as you get out of the bed, your legs a little wobbly from the weakness in your muscles. You change in to a pair of sweatpants as Simon makes a quick tea, throwing it in a thermos for you as you both make your way to the car.

You’re staring out the window, watching the buildings breeze bye, a swarming feeling settling in your lower stomach as you bounce your knee nervously. Simons hand moves to rest on top of your hyper leg, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It’ll be quick, they’ll give you some medicine and we’ll go home, I’ll be there the whole time”

You nod, your lower lip between your teeth. You drive for a few more minutes before he parks the car near the entrance of the office, turning off the engine.

“You ready?”

You take a deep breath, nodding to him as you exit the car, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back, the contact helping ease some of your anxiety as you enter.

Simon checks you in and the two of you sit down, your eyes shifting around the room. Your skin starts to sweat as the abundance of objects enter your view, every wall is covered in posters or pamphlets, there’s half dead plants littering the shelves beside small models of brains and lungs.

Your breath picks up and you pick at the skin around your nails, Simon notices, his large hands moving to envelop yours, his thumb soothing over your skin, trying to calm you down.

“Did you finish your book?”

“You’re trying to distract me”

“Yep, so did you?”

“No, I have a few chapters left”

“Is it good?”

You turn to him, “Yes”

“What’s your favourite part so far?”

“You don’t need to keep me busy like a child”

“Just want to take your mind of your worries”

You give him a meek smile, “Thank you” you say before beginning to explain some plot line of your most recent read, Simon watching you talk, asking a few questions and listening when you go on a tangent.

A few minutes pass and the doctor walks out calling your name, you feel your heart drop, Simon squeezes your hands in reassurance as you two stand, your fingers cling to him as you walk down the small hallway to the office and sit down, the smell of alcohol invading your senses.

Simon explains your symptoms to the doctor, your fever and chills, the fatigue and lack of appetite, you sit there listening, your fingers tracing over his tattoos. You flinch a little as the doctor moves to examine your throat, your skin hot and sweaty as his hands prod at your neck, your nails digging into Simons arm.

You listen as the doctor says that you just have a pretty bad cold, probably the flu and that he’d prescribe some antibiotics for you. Simon thanks the man before taking nudging you out of the room, his hand finding it’s way to your back as you leave. You step out and feel like you can finally breath, the cool air outside helping to calm the heat of your skin.

“You did well love, I’m proud of you” His hand roaming along your back

You huff a small laugh, your palms digging into your eyes as you make your way back to the car. You drive back to your flat, Simon stopping to pick up your prescription and some take out for the two of you before you make your way inside.

You strip from your clothes, replacing them with looser items as they began to feel a little claustrophobic, Simon makes you another tea and sets out a glass of water beside your medicine. You swallow the pill and gulp back some water, his eyes watching you to make sure you finished.

“Right, as a reward for going I got your favourite”

He pulls out a small brown bag, opening it and placing a few boxes of chinese food on the counter as you smile,

“Did you get”

“Chicken dumpings? of course”

Your smile widens, he remembered your order. The two of you sit down on the couch to eat your dinner, Simon turning the tv on to the rugby game, cursing when the opposing team scored. He was so animated when he watched sports, such a different persona from his usual, it made you giggle.

“Nice to see you happy love” His hand cupping your jaw, you move your body to rest on him, your chin finding it’s place on his shoulder as his arm snakes around you.

You fall asleep after a few minutes, the stress of the day wearing you out, Simon slowly shifts from under you, moving the plates to the small table ahead before his arms lift your body, carrying you to the bed.

He sets you down gently, making sure the blanket covers you but wouldn’t make you too hot during your sleep as his lips press a kiss to your forehead, you mumble a small thank you to him before falling back asleep.

[jooillusion]

flor, the gamer bf!gaon was soo good!! the perfect amount of hot and cute 🤌🏼

BUT! what about teasing gamer bf!jooyeon while he plays bc you’re needy? for a while he’s annoyed and snaps at you for distracting him till he just cannot resist you anymore… it’s not a want it’s a need 😩

gamer bf!jooyeon <3

warnings: masturbation, manhandling, dry humping, degradation, joo is kind of a meanie whoops

pairings: gamer bf!jooyeon x reader

ROUGH JOO IS THE BEST JOO I DONT MAKE THE RULES ☝️ this ends on a cliffhanger sorry but that’s the flor effect 💔

maybe you should’ve stopped provoking jooyeon when he huffed out of annoyance. maybe you should’ve stopped when jooyeon swatted your hands away from his lap. maybe you should’ve stopped when you crawled under his desk, touching yourself right in front of him.

there were so many ways jooyeons irritation with you could’ve been avoided.

but you, in this very moment, you were screwed.

you’d tease your boyfriend while he played and he’d always laugh it off. bud tonight, you’re feeling neglected since you haven’t felt his intimate touch in a few weeks.

it started off with you cuddling close to him, straddling his lap but he continued talking to his teammates on the game, paying absolutely no mind. you were frustrated at how he’d casually speak to his friends as if you weren’t there!

but what pissed you off even more is that he reached over to grab his water bottle, pushing you up a bit so that he can take a sip from it. you’re snatching the water bottle out of his hand, shooting an annoyed glare at him.

“what the fuck?” he’s slowly starting to become agitated, especially since he lost his last game due to all of his teammates dying before him. you’re lightly punching onto his chest.

“are you serious?” jooyeons raising an eyebrow at you as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

your lips form a pout, hands trailing down from his chest to the band of his sweatpants. maybe he’d catch your drift like he always does. maybe he’d let you blow him under his desk. your mind races as your hands untie the string that holds his sweatpants together. but nope that doesn’t happen at all. jooyeon is swatting your fucking hands away from his waistband. he slides his headphones off, moving his microphone away from his mouth so his teammates can’t hear what’s going on.

“babe, can’t you see i’m doing something? you can wait for me.” he signals for you to get off of him.

now you’re fuming. if smoke could blow out your ears and looks could kill, the room would be filled with smoke and jooyeon would be dead. your eye contact with him remains with his, his eyes eventually going back to the screen as another match starts. you shift your way out of his lap, your mind wandering for a few seconds.

he can’t get away with this. he can’t leave you all hot and bothered for this long.

it doesn’t take long for you to you’re shimmy your way into the space that’s between his chair and his desk, purposely blocking his view from the monitor. you’re looking at him, a smirk on your face as you pull down your pajama shorts. jooyeon looks as if he’s a deer caught in headlights, watching you pull down the thin fabric that he should’ve been taking off instead. you smile widely, but your amusement quickly turns into disappointment when he shakes his head. he peeks over your body, trying to get a view of the game that has just started.

you’re bending down in front of him, the conversation with his friends over the mic is the only sound coming from the room. his eyes look cautiously at you, trying not to focus too much, but your hands that hover over his growing bulge never touch the spot. there’s a pause in his sentence, the frustration on his face evident. he watches you lean back onto your elbows under his desk, spreading your legs in front of him.

you’re pleased with his reaction, him staring down at you. his knee starts to bounce up and down out of nervousness, knowing that whatever happens his friends have a chance of hearing it.

“yeah…i’m still here…” jooyeon says, his eyes watching your hand tease your clit. you’re biting your lip, making sure to let out a moan. your eyes never leave his, trying to let him know what he’s been depriving you of.

one thing you know about your boyfriend is that he doesn't fuck around when it comes to gaming. but how can he focus when you’re bare in front of him? what snaps him back to reality though is his teammates over the microphone scolding him for almost dying, his focus attempting to go back to the screen.

your mind is clouded now. your finger goes down to your hole, the wet squelching noise as you pull it in and out loud enough for jooyeon to hear. you’re too caught up, the sensitivity of not being touched in a while taking over your body.

what finally breaks jooyeon is when you’re shamelessly moaning out his name when he’s fighting. his eyes immediately snap towards you. and the second he spent looking at you resulted in his team getting wiped out.

he’s unable to say anything, too pissed off and too aroused at what’s going on. his teammates heard, but choose not to question it at all. he’s throwing his headphones off, sitting up from his chair and grabbing at your ankles, roughly pulling you from under his desk.

“get the fuck up.” he says through gritted teeth. he’s moving before you do though, roughly grabbing your waist and lifting you up. he slams you on the empty space next to his monitor, your hair being pulled harshly.

“you fucking distract me, provoke me, the moan like some kind of whore in front of my friends?” he says next to your ear, his bulge pressing against you. you bite your lip at his roughness, slightly smiling to yourself.

“and you think it’s funny?” his grip on your hair gets tighter. you’re vulnerable. you know you won’t be sleeping tonight until jooyeon is fully satisfied. “i’ll show you something funny.”

what you don’t know though is jooyeon left his microphone on.

i feel evil everytime i leave these on a cliffhanger LOLLLL but yk business is business (business = me being evil 😊)

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[whumpsday]

Our Hell on Earth #1: Warm Welcome

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content: demon whumper, demon caretaker/carewhumper, interrogation, torture, burns, defiant whumpee, caretaking, captivity

welcome to my next bigger series! it’s not gonna be nearly as long as K&J, but still way longer than my little miniseries. been having these guys in my head for years and MTAT finally gave me the push to put ‘em out there. hope you enjoy my new guys :)

@amonthofwhump​ March Trope-A-Thon Day 3: Spy/Military / Interrogation / Undercover Mission / Barracks/Training / Patching Up A Wound

Cedric flexed his fingers nervously, his wrists shackled directly to the arms of the chair. It was wooden, but a hard, sturdy wood: both uncomfortable to sit in for as long as he had been, and impossible to break, especially when he couldn’t gain any leverage. His head still pounded from where he’d gotten hit.

His ankles were similarly bolted to the chair’s legs, preventing him from anxiously bouncing his leg like he so wanted to, unable to see even an inch in front of his face in the pitch-dark of the windowless room he’d woken up in. He could hardly even tell if his eyes were open or closed.

He was so fucked this time.

It wasn’t like Cedric hadn’t gotten into some bad situations before, in his line of work. You didn’t exactly get into demon hunting if you held your life close to your chest, unwilling to risk it. But he’d imagined he might go out in the heat of combat, one and done. Not this.

There wasn’t much he could do but sit there. Infuriatingly, he could feel that his phone was still in his pocket, he just couldn’t fucking reach it.

He couldn’t be sure how long it had been when Cedric heard heavy footsteps in the distance somewhere behind him. Was the chair facing away from the door?

His suspicions were confirmed when the door opened with a click, finally letting light into the room. Cedric tried to turn his head and see, but the chair’s back was too high, and all he could see was dark wood. He looked forward instead, squinting in the dim light from the doorway.

It looked like an unfinished basement from what he could see, which wasn’t much, mainly just the wall. Anything of note in here was probably also behind the chair.

“Wakey, wakey,” came a deep, gravelly voice.

“I was already awake, asshole,” Cedric shot back immediately.

The low voice chuckled. “Oh, we’re going to have some fun together, aren’t we.”

His suspicions of being in a basement were confirmed when he heard the sound of the guy walking down stairs, slow and deliberate. The light flicked on, and Cedric had to squeeze his eyes shut, too bright after the total darkness.

As he slowly opened his eyes and eased them into the light, the guy came into view. It was apparent that he was a demon, which came as no shock. But he wasn’t the one Cedric had been fighting when he went down.

He was huge, for one. Seven feet easy, maybe more, which Cedric resented all the more at his cool five-three. The demon he’d been fighting had been maybe six-five tops, short for a demon, but quick. That was what did Cedric in: he was too damn slow.

Cedric glared up as his eyes adjusted. “Yeah, real fun. What do you want? Why am I still alive?”

The demon gave him an amused, condescending look, like Cedric was being silly. “Oh, not much. Just answer some questions for me and you’ll be on your merry way.”

“Uh, why would I wanna answer your questions if you’re just gonna kill me after?” Cedric scoffed.

The demon grinned, row of razor-sharp teeth gleaming. “We’ll get there.”

His eyes travelled lower, down to Cedric’s pocket. “Looks like Lack’s been slacking in his duties again, I should have already had this in my hand. Tsk-tsk. Going to have to give him a reminder to be diligent.” The demon reached down into Cedric’s pocket with a clawed hand.

“Hey! Don’t touch!” Cedric shouted, but the demon paid no mind, taking the phone out and carefully tapping the relatively-tiny screen.

He turned it around. “That makes for a good first question. What’s the password?”

Cedric took a moment to be thankful that he never used any of that stupid biometric crap on his phone.

Then he spit in the demon’s face. Well, he tried, but trajectory landed it on his chest. Close enough.

The demon gave that condescending smile again as he wiped it away. Cedric was beginning to hate that smile.

“Forgot to introduce myself. I am Drive,” the demon said, leaning forward. “And I have a lot of it. Here is how this is going to work. You give me the information I’m looking for- base location, names and locations of fellow hunters, the key to your phone- and the pain stops.” Drive reached forward and patted him on the cheek. “Understand, little one?”

“Gah!” Cedric pulled away as much as he could given his restraints, which wasn’t much. “Might as well give up. I’m not telling you shit.”

The words coming out of his mouth scared him more than Drive’s threat. If the demon gave up... he would kill him. Cedric knew that.

But he would rather die than rat everyone out. He couldn’t. He’d rather be tortured to death than know they were hurt because of him.

He knew that was no longer a hypothetical.

Drive grinned. “You’ll find I don’t do that easily.”

He snapped his fingers, a small flame coming to life at his fingertip.

Cedric’s breath caught in his throat. But he had to be strong, he had to. The other option was just unthinkable.

“Hmmm...” Drive contemplated, looking him up and down. “How about we start with that pretty face?” he sneered.

“Don’t fucking call me pretty,” Cedric growled.

Drive rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. No one will after I’m done with you.”

He grabbed Cedric by the hair with his free hand, holding his head in place and bringing the flame close with the other. “Last chance before we get started.”

Cedric could feel the heat from the flame, just barely kept from licking at his face. “Go fuck yourself.”

Drive laughed, wordlessly bringing his finger to Cedric’s cheek. He gasped as his face came alive with pain, increasing exponentially as the fire was held there. He tried to pull away, but it was a hopeless endeavor: the demon’s grip was iron-tight.

He couldn’t help but cry, the tears rolling down his cheeks doing nothing to quell the flame. His breaths came quick with panic, and he bit his tongue hard to hold back a scream, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. It felt like the flame was boring a hole straight through his face, the nerves there screaming at him to get away.

Drive held him there for a few minutes before sliding his finger down just slightly, moving the flame onto fresh skin to start all over again. Cedric let out a strangled cry of pain despite himself, chest heaving.

The demon tugged on his hair to tilt his head even further into the fire. “We can start slow. One piece of information and we’ll call it enough for the first day.”

“No,” Cedric squeaked, hating the way his voice pitched up like that when he was afraid.

“Then we’re going to be here a while. You’d better get comfortable.”

-

It was hours later when Drive finally decided to call it quits, extinguishing the flame. Cedric’s breathing was ragged by this point, half his face a mess of meticulously burnt flesh from just below his eye all the way down to his jawline, the other half a mess of sweat and tears. When the demon let go of his hair, he slumped forward, shaking.

“You know most humans don’t make it past the first day?” Drive commented casually.

Cedric didn’t have a biting remark to that.

“I’ll leave you to calm down. My assistant will be down in a bit to clean you up.” Drive smirked. “See you tomorrow.”

And with that, the demon sauntered back up the stairs, flicking the lights off and the door closed to leave Cedric in total darkness.

He let himself cry unabashedly now, pathetic little sobs that sent his shoulders bobbing up and down instead of strong, mostly-silent tears.

What was he going to do? He wasn’t alone when he got taken, so at least they knew he wasn’t just killed outright. They’d be looking for him. But would they actually be able to find him? He had no idea where he was. He might not even be on Earth anymore, they could have taken him through a portal. There’d be no chance of rescue if he was in Hell.

But the air was clean. It smelled disgustingly of his own burnt flesh, but it didn’t stink of sulfur. He’d never been to Hell, but he’d heard that about it. So he was probably still on Earth.

Someone would come for him. He had to believe that. Maybe they could track his phone, though Drive had taken it with him. He hoped that wherever he was, there was cell signal here.

The door opened again, and Cedric’s head snapped up with panic at the sound before he remembered what Drive had said. His assistant.

The lights flickered back on, the footsteps coming down this time lighter, confident. The demon who came into view was maybe the first Cedric had seen who probably wasn’t over a foot taller than him. He looked maybe six-one, if he had to guess. He sported a black eye and held a bucket full of various supplies, the handle resting on the inside of his elbow, his expression sour.

“Ouch,” he commented, giving Cedric a once-over.

“Yeah.” His voice came out more broken than he would like. “Ouch.”

“Here’s the deal,” the demon stated, putting his bucket down. “I’m not here to get information out of you. That’s Drive’s job, not mine. If you decide you want to talk, wait for him. I’m just here to make sure you don’t die while he does what he does.”

He took a plastic cup out of the bucket and left Cedric’s line of sight, the sound of a tap running soon following. When he came back, he shoved it in front of Cedric’s face. “Drink.”

He was more than glad to, the water amazing on his parched throat. The demon tipped the cup further as he drank, until it was all gone.

The demon pulled a tube of burn cream out of the bucket, squirting some on his fingers. “Hold still.” He reached for Cedric’s face.

Cedric jerked his head away, on instinct more than anything else. He knew it would probably be good to get treatment, but the thought of anyone touching his face right now, even the demons’ medic, was unthinkable.

The demon sighed, obviously annoyed. “It’s not going to hurt any more than it already does. Like I said, not my job. Hold still.”

“F-fine.” Cedric held still this time as the demon smeared the gel over his burn, the sensation cool on his abused skin. “Are you Lack?” he asked, remembering what Drive had said earlier.

“Yep.” The demon dabbed carefully under Cedric’s eye.

“Is it ‘cause you’re the lackey?” he asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his situation.

Lack gave him an exasperated, deadpan look. “No.”

He replaced the burn cream in the bucket, pulling out some gauze and cling wrap and applying that over the wound. “Any other injuries I should know about?”

“Nah, that’s it.” Cedric flexed his fingers again, the height of motion he was really allowed.

Lack nodded, pulling a sandwich out of the bucket. It was wrapped in plastic and still had the barcode sticker on it. “I’m betting you want me to hand-feed you about as little as I want to do it. If I let your hands free, are you going to try and pull anything?”

Cedric would kill to be able to actually move for a moment. “No.”

Lack produced a key, inserting it into the shackles bolting his wrists to the chair and opening them one by one. Cedric stretched his arms up, relieved to be able to do at least that, even if his face still felt like it was on fire. He grabbed the sandwich from Lack, unwrapped it, and took a bite.

“Can I get more water?” he asked.

Lack eyed his still-shackled ankles for a moment, then conceded. “Sure, that’s fine.” He left to go refill the cup, taking the key with him.

Cedric leaned forward as much as he could, trying to reach for the bucket and see if there was anything useful in there, but it was a good foot and a half out of his reach. He quickly abandoned his effort before Lack could see.

Lack came back with a full cup of water, setting it on the chair’s armrest. “Do you take any critical medications?”

He doubted the demon would consider it critical, and he had bigger things to worry about right now. “Nope.”

“Good. That shit’s apparently annoying to get, and then they get mad at me for requesting it. Like they wouldn’t be even more pissed off if you died in the chair because I didn’t. Idiots.” Lack kicked the ground with irritation.

So Lack didn’t like his boss. Maybe Cedric could use that, somehow, but he wasn’t sure how yet. After he finished his sandwich and the rest of the water, Lack took the key back out. “I’m going to let you out of the chair so you can use the bathroom. Don’t try anything, because if you do, I’m going to have to watch you, and neither of us wants that. Drive’s right upstairs, you’re not escaping.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t. Sheesh.” The concept of running into Drive again made him feel almost ill.

Lack unlocked the last of his restraints, and Cedric did a full-body stretch when he stood up. Being locked into that chair for hours wasn’t nearly as bad as his burns, but it still took a toll. He turned around, finally able to see the rest of the basement.

His eyes immediately fell on a table pushed against the wall, terrifying instruments sat neatly-organized across it. Knives of all shapes and sizes and serrations, pliers, saws, a drill, a hammer and nails, and more. His stomach turned at the sight, knowing that it was likely meant for him.

He turned away, following Lack to the small bathroom on the opposite side of the basement. “Five minutes.”

Cedric nodded, throat choked up with nerves, and closed himself in the bathroom. There was no lock on the door. Even if there was, Lack could probably break the door down easily, and Drive definitely could. There was no window. Nowhere to run.

He stayed in the bathroom well after he’d finished washing his hands, letting the tap run until Lack knocked on the door. “Time’s up. Come on out.”

Knowing he didn’t really have any other choice, Cedric turned the tap off and opened the door. “You gonna put me back in the chair?”

“I’ll be back in six hours with more food and water,” Lack said by way of answer.

Cedric hesitated, staring reluctantly at the chair.

“Sit in the chair,” Lack insisted. “If it’s going to be a fight every time I let you up, I’ll have to figure out something that doesn’t involve letting you up. This is easier for both of us, so let’s just stick with this.”

“I gotta sleep in that thing? I don’t even get to lie on the floor?” Cedric whined.

Lack looked from his miserable face to the chair and back. “...I’ll see about getting you a pillow.”

He figured that was about as good as he was gonna get it. Cedric stalked back over to the chair and slumped down in it, too exhausted from his ordeal to try and fight.

“Thank you.” Lack locked his wrists and ankles back in.

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[sketchy-rosewitch]

Alone: Rusty Nail x little!reader

A/N: I love Rusty, he has very, “fuck around and find out” energy and I support that in a slasher, I demand everyone to make more Rusty Content, he’s so under appreciated.

Warnings: separation anxiety, a man bothering you.

Masterlist

Your leg bounces anxiously as you look around the bar. Rusty said he’d only be a few minutes, had to use the restroom and have a smoke on the back patio, then he’d be right back in for you two to eat.

How long did a smoke take? When your mom would tell you she needed a cigarette it’d be anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes. Your mind churns trying to think about how long Rusty usually took. It never really mattered until now, because during his smoke breaks you could see him or he’d be outside his truck talking to you. You couldn’t see him now, this is the first time he’s left you alone.

You didn’t exactly tell him you’re little right now. If you did you’re sure he would’ve taken you with him. You hate being alone for long periods of time and it feels like you’ve been alone for almost a half hour. You carefully slide out of your chair. Your leg warmer falls down to your chunky sneaker.

You look around nervously at all of the patrons trying to find the tall trucker.

He’s nowhere to be found.

So you look for the way to the restrooms. You notice a small sign that leads down a hall and follow it. Your hands fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater, beginning to get even more nervous. You see the door that heads to the patio on the way to the restrooms and head there first. The door creaks, but you can only feel it as heavy metal music blasts in the speakers around the bar.

The patio has a fence around it with crappy outdoor fairy lights, some of the bulbs are out. There are plenty of customers out here too, smoking and drinking. You look around frantically for him. Your eyes trying to go well up with tears, everyone is making you nervous. You’re never around this many people without him.

“Well now what’re you doing out here little lady.” Your heart jumps in fear, the voice isn’t deep enough to be Rusty’s. You look up at the man and realize how out of place you look, brightly colored neutrals versus everyone’s muted dark tones. Your hands fumble with the blue sweater hem and they begin to sweat and tingle.

“I’m, uh- I’m looking for my dad.” You mumble, the man leans down, startling you further and you jump back into the brick wall behind you.

“Dad? Sure you ain’t lookin’ for something else?” The man presses his hand against the wall, caging you in. He smirks, he’s flirting. Why is he flirting doesn’t he get that you’re a child? No he wouldn’t. You tremble, you should’ve just sat still and waited.

“Yea-yes I’m sure, he said he’s be out here smoking. He’s tall, wears a trucker hat and flannel with two jackets! He said he’d be right back and I haven’t seen him.” You explain, slowly trying to slide away from the man.

“Well why don’t you wait out here for him.” You feel a cold hand on your upper arm and squirm away.

“No I think I’ll go back inside!” You squeak, grabbing the handle of the door and quickly yanking it open. You slide through and fast walk down the hall. You have tears in your eyes and you try so hard not to cry.

You miss Rusty, you miss him ‘cause no one ever bothers you when you’re with him. Did he leave you here? No he wouldn’t do that. Would he?

Your voice quivers as you breath in trying to calm down. He probably did leave you, didn’t he? Thought you were too annoying and just trouble. You wipe your eyes. You continue down the hall, determined to find the exit and start your new alone life. Had to be a big girl now.

You sniffle before running into a firm clothed back. You look up.

“Daddy!” You smile recognizing the half covered face.

You grab his jacket and stuff your face into his chest sobbing.

“Where’d you go baby. Was lookin’ for ya.” Rusty grumbles, rubbing your back. You look up and Rusty wipes your tears with his calloused thumb.

“You took so long! So I-I went looking for you! Went outside on the patio and asked about you then no one answered me instead a guy was scaring me! So I ran back in and thought I was alone! Now I’m with you! Daddy, you aren’t leaving me, right?” You look up at him with your sweet eyes and he chuckles before realizing how serious you are.

“No, never. I could never leave you. I love you too much.”

Rusty kisses your forehead. His scruff itching your slightly. You smile and kiss his lips gently. “Can we eat now?”

“Of course baby.”

[eiightysixbaby]

thinking about jonathan and shy readers first time having sex…

uuuuuuugh please!!!!! he’s so cute and sweet!!!!!!!!!

you’re so so nervous, you’re on a date night with him - he took you to the nicest restaurant he could afford - and you’ve been dating for a while and you just feel like it’s time to rip the bandaid off and be intimate with him. you can tell he wants it, but he’d never in a million years pressure you into it. he doesn’t even really ever bring it up because he doesn’t want to turn you all skittish. and you want him so bad, truly, but your stomach’s doing flips all throughout dinner, and you’re bouncing your leg nervously the entire drive home, and your palms are sweaty when he holds your hand on the way into his house and to his room. the thought of him seeing you with nothing on is making your face grow hot, and you’re a worrying mess that you won’t be good enough for him.

of course, that’s bullshit. Jonathan adores you, is so smitten with you, nothing could taint his view of you. he sees the way you’re chewing on your lip as you sit on the edge of his mattress and immediately comes to comfort you.

“what’s on that mind of yours, angel?”

and you can’t bring yourself to get the words out. you’re stressing about having sex with him and he hasn’t even brought it up tonight.

“it- it’s not important,” you mumble, toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“hey, don’t do that. you know you can talk to me about whatever it is, yeah?” he’s reassuring you instantly, pressing a gentle hand to your arm, his warmth making your heart swell.

“I just…” you start, not being able to keep anything from him for very long. “I want to sleep with you. I want to do all of those things with you. but I don’t want to be a disappointment…” your eyes don’t meet his, so you don’t see the way your words simultaneously make his heart pound and shatter.

“woah, hey. there’s no rush for us to do any of those things. but whenever they happen - you’re not going to disappoint me. you know I’m crazy about you, right?” he gives you a comforting smile, the creases by his eyes showing.

your eyes water when you meet his stare, and he pulls you in so gently for a kiss, one hand on the back of your neck. that’s all it takes, really. his lips on yours remind you how much you want more of him. he feels the energy too, and goes with it. he takes his time, kissing just about every square inch of your body as articles of clothing are slowly shed. he doesn’t rush a single part of it, getting your permission to everything. you feel like you’re in flames when new parts of you are exposed to him, but you know he only looks at you with love and the purest adoration. he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing to walk the earth, and he reminds you of it several times.

he unravels you with his fingers first, slender digits sliding in and out of you, learning how you work and what makes you whine. every single action is slow, gentle, tender. he kisses your cheeks and your nose and your forehead, calling you his sweet girl and his pretty baby. when he’s finally hovering over you, naked chest to naked chest, those butterflies come back and your heart races once more. he’s stroking your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ear as he waits for the ‘ok’ from you to start. the sound of his breathing and his soft starry eyes ground you, and after you’ve given permission he pushes himself into you inch by inch, letting you adjust to every stretch. he feels so good that you’re whimpering for him before you realize. his name falling past your lips is like heaven to him, and he rocks his body against yours at the perfect pace, driving you crazy.

his lips catch yours in kiss after kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as your hands roam over his back. he loves the way you’re so receptive to his every touch, moans and whines falling from your lips when he hits that perfect spot or when his fingers tease your clit. he works you to your climax, letting you free fall over that edge, ready to catch you at the bottom. he makes you feel so secure, so safe, that it doesn’t take you long till you’re falling apart around him. he finishes right after you, his cock twitching as he cums into the condom, his forehead falling to rest on yours. whispered ‘i love you’s are exchanged before he’s helping you get cleaned up, getting a hot shower ready for you so he can wash your hair and dote on you.

[mrvlbimbo]

bimbo!reader in her pretty little pink slip dress on, dancing and singing along to madonna’s ‘like a virgin’ to eddie and straddling his lap making him weak on his knees. that man would be a goner

Idk why but I’m imagining this bfore they start officially dating bc I can totally see her using this as a tactic to try and seduce him

This is the dress I was thinking of btw!

<3 so it’s the first time he sleeps over at her place and he’s super super nervous bc he’s never been in a girl’s bedroom much less spent the night

<3 and then she opens the door and greets him and she’s wearing that

<3 he almost creams his jeans right then and there

<3 she ushers him in excitedly, grabbing his hand and in hers tugging him into the house.

<3 “where are your parents?”

<3 “they’re not home tonight.” She gives him a flirty look “so we can be as loud as we want,” she says in a breathy whisper, her hot breath fanning over the skin of his neck.

<3 she’s so innocent in his eyes, she must not realize the implication of what she’s saying so he just tries to brush it off “I uh… do you want to put some music on?”

<3 “ohhhkay silly,” she giggles, stepping closer so she’s pressed to his chest, hands clasping at his shirt.

<3 “I’m silly? You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m silly,” he teases, fingers digging into her waist and tickling her.

<3 “Edssss stoppit!” She laughs, smushing her face against his chest.

<3 he picks her up over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and totes her around the (rather large) house, trying to find her bedroom so he can set her down and take the strain off his arms

<3 when he finally gets to the room he practically chucks her onto the bed, making quick work of crawling ontop of her and going back to his tickling

<3 “Eddie. Wait wait-“ she gasps, rolling off of the bed to get away from him.

<3 she doesn’t seem harmed, happily bouncing back up and going to turn on the radio

<3 “whatever’s on is fine,” he comments as she turns the dial to flick through the chanels, not bothering to be picky when he wants her back so bad

<3 she turns on the top 100 countdown and slips back into bed with him, sighing happily as she cuddles up to his chest

<3 “that doesn’t look comfy.” She pouts, toying with the belt loops on his jeans

<3 “you want me to take my pants off?“ he asks incredulously, already fumbling with the zipper as her hands try to assist him, brushing every once in a while and sending shivers up his spine

<3 “duh. It’s a sleepover. You’re not going to sleep in jeans are you?”

<3 “no I guess not.” He shrugs, taking off the jeans and his layers of jackets and tossing them on the floor.

<3 once he’s clad in only boxers and a T-shirt he lays back down.

<3 he tries to ignore the way her body feels pressed against him, nervously fiddling with his hands and trying to remember the chords to a song he was working on

<3 she notices his “disinterest” and calls him out on it “Eddddieeee. Cuddle meeee,” she whines, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a koala.

<3 “yeah ok.” His voice is muffled against the top of her head as she squirms around trying to her impossibly closer to him.

<3 after a few minutes of laying there Eddie starts to fall asleep. “Can we order a pizza?” She asks, effectively waking him from his nap.

<3 “mhm,” he mutters, reaching over her to grab the phone on her nightstand

<3 she types in the number for the pizza place and he makes the order, gravely voice slowly listing toppings.

<3 when he hangs up the phone he can tell something is on her mind. “What’s up?” He prompts.

<3 “Eddie don’t make fun of me, ok?”

<3 “never”

<3 “I love this song.” The song playing was Madonna’s Like a Virgin, not something typical to either of their music tastes but nevertheless it was a catchy song.

<3 he chuckles at the idea she thought he’d be mad about that. “Alright then, sing it for me,” he replies, standing up to grab a hairbrush off her dresser and hand it to her as a makeshift microphone.

<3 he sits on the bed and just watches her jump around the room enthusiastically singing along to the music

<3 until the chorus where she comes over and climbs onto the bed to straddle him, turning her little concert into a lap dance

<3 her forehead is pressed against his and her hips are practically grinding down on cock, covered only by thin boxers

<3 she looks back and forth between his eyes and lips, the breath from their open mouths mingling. just as she’s about to kiss him, the doorbell rings.

<3 “pizzas here!” He yelps, grabbing her hips and setting her back on the floor

[kshira]

KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME!

ft. mikey, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, praise, cursing, creampie, m!oral, squirting, a lot of eye contact, most are like pussy drunk and whiny oops, super soft domw/sub!reader

an. which ones would make eye contact during sex? i got this request yesterday so ya know, had to write it asap <3

❁ MIKEY

mikey doesn’t like to make eye contact with you more or less with anyone else, it’s an intimate fault and he’d rather lend his ears to feel everything. “y-you feel good” mikey pants, nestling his face further in the crevice of your neck “s’good for me pretty girl.” he keeps his eyes screwed shut, imaging the blissful face you have on his shoulder, hands clawing at his back with your hips needily bucking into him. he wants to see it though, he has to see it—no, he needs to witness it. rising his body over yours, legs reaching higher places on his hips, hands nervously cupping your face. lashes fluttering wide with his static orbs staring back, you whimper again, “i wanna see you cum, wanna know what you look like” mikey groans, noticing the little things he’s missed, the bigger picture always avoided. you’re beyond perfection, playful lips filled with yarn curl into a smile back at him, his hands rubbing over your soft skin. mikey traces a hand down your connected bodies, thumb pressing on your clit, a roll of his pad and the pure enthral rage pulses threw your legs. mikey is becoming a puddling mess, his hips stutter watching you crumble below him, lip quivering between your teeth as you unravel. he thought feeling it was everything he ever wanted but seeing it was—nothing he would ever be able to explain. “fuck, do it again angel, cum on my cock while i watch” mikey whines, punishing himself as he rams his senstive cock back in you for always avoiding eye contact.

❁ CHIFUYU

“look at me” you whisper, caressing your boyfriend's cheek, “wanna make you feel good but gotta watch” you roll your hips, hands running over his body. chifuyu nervously looks at you, heavy breaths bubbling from his lips, he’s dazed and captivated by the way you bounce on his cock so gracefully but looking at you—it’s so strenuous, so fucking hard—he knows once his eyes lay upon your body, he’ll lose any self control he ever had. chifuyu exhales, finally lifting his orbs to gaze at you, watching your pretty tits bounce, hips moving in sync with his shallow pumps in you. “make me cum” he whines as you grab his face within your hands, “please” chifuyu pleads, this time gripping your waist and thrusting harder, “i’ll watch you, i’ll fuck you but you have to make me fuckin’ cum” chifuyu begs, eyes collecting frustrated tears and you gasp out, cunt clenching at his words and chifuyu tips over the edge, coloring your walls with his seed and he watches his cum drip from your hole onto his thighs. “don’t stop until i say so” chifuyu bleeds his fingers harder on your hips “i’m letting you fuck me but i tell you what to do, remeber that.”

❁ KAZUTORA

“you’re so beautiful” kazutora breathes, hot air taking hold on his lips before fluttering to your face, he leaves his eyes from you to gloss over your entire body, lingering his sight on your legs spread around his waist, his cock slowly sinking into your hole. “why is it that every time i look at you, you get even more beautiful?” kazutora smiles, tracing a circle on your cheek, golden orbs flickering heat. he gets lost in these moments, gently sinking his cock in your cunt and he’s mesmerized by your body, whimpers expelling from your lips of his name, the slow strokes he keeps. and he can’t stop watching how you take him, how without him you can’t cum—and maybe that’s why he cherishes this, so much. “so pretty” kazutora coos, pulling your hand from around his neck and kissing it, brushing his lips on every knuckle. “can’t stop lookin’ at my pretty girl, my everything” kazutora whispers, angling his cock to watch you gasp, so addicting he thinks—to watch everything unfold before him.

❁ RAN

he can’t stop staring at you, kissing every inch of his body, a whimper escaping his lips when your mouth brushes over his toned stomach, tongue leaving a wet trail to his stiff cock. “oh god” ran moans, catching just a glimpse of your lips pressing a kiss on the tip, you smile watching his cheeks streak red. he’s struggling to find placement in your hair, shaking as he cards through the strands “j-just fuckin’ suck me off already, angel” ran hisses through his teeth, guiding your mouth on his cock, his eyes trained on your lips wrapping around his length, hollowing your cheeks and sinking down. “y-yeah, just like that” ran pants, forcing his eyes to stay awake, heavy lids overcome by pleasure and threatening to close off his perfect view. “doin’ so good” ran utters, pleasure running through his body when you take a hard suck causing him to knock his head backwards. ran wants to watch, admiring the way you struggle to take his cock whole but just the sight, it honestly is just too much. and maybe it’s a human quality he hates, curiosity filling his head as he takes another look—watching you gag and blown out pupils boring back into him; just makes him cum so quick down your pretty throat.

❁ RINDOU

“look how well you’re taking me, pussy suckin’ me in” rindou groans, tapping your cheek and tipping your head down between where your bodies connect, his cock is splitting your weeping cunt open, lewd noises echoing through the walls. “you’ve already creamed around me so much, pretty girl” rindou lifts his eyes down, smiling at the white ring around the base of his swollen dick prodding your hole. he thrives off of your eyes avoiding his gaze, sheepishly mumbling to stop the dirty praise but rindou just can’t. he loves it, watching you soak his cock, juices running down to his balls, his eyes locked on either your pussy or face he can’t pick just one. but if rindou had to make a choice i’d have to be the one that always makes him cum so fucking fast, his cock disappearing inside you, a slow painful pace that every single time makes a sheen liquid coat his stomach. “that’s right princess, make a fuckin’ mess on me, give me a good show.”

❁ SANZU

“you taste so fuckin’ good” sanzu moans through your cunt, a quaver of hums radiate from his chest. you look down at him, his face disheveled, your slick smeared on his cheek “like seeing your cum all over my face?” he smiles, scars turning upwards into a grin “making a mess all over me, pretty ain’t it?” your cheeks run hot at the sultry words sanzu spits, his eyes look over your face, crawling out from under your legs to crash his lips on yours. “you’re so cute, swear i’ve never been so fuckin’ hard watching you” sanzu groans in the kiss, brushing his cock across your folds, sinking inside your messy hole and sanzu eyes knock white, pressing his hands under your ass to fuck you deeper, snapping his hips at a harsher pace. he struggles but craves to watch you, eyes locking together and he can see how much you beg for him, legs wrapping around his hips and nails digging into his skin. he hisses at the stretch around his cock, pounding into your hole faster “wanna watch you get off on my cock all night, look down princess—pretty pussy so needy for me.”

[shoutogepi]

S/O begging to be choked

with Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, & Shinsou Hitoshi

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

and i decided to add my other two boys ;)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : it’s been a hot min since i’ve tried headcanons... perhaps they’re all into it... perhaps this is indulging my choking kink *laughs nervously*

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

reluctant about it at first, but after seeing how much you love it, he finds he thoroughly enjoys it.

he’s a switch, so this time you had asked sweetly if he would dom you. how could he say no to you pleading for him to fuck you, when you look like that?? mans is whipped. 

just getting into a rhythm with it, your legs bent over his shoulders as he rocks his hips into yours, he starts to pound your writhing body into the mattress. he hits a special spot when you’re in this position, and this fucker knows it, too— uses it to his advantage.

right when he thinks he’s got you right where he wants you, you whimper out “choke me baby, please~”

shocked as hell but damn it, he spoils you in every aspect of life, of course he’s gonna do what you ask.

he’s never choked you before, let alone anyone... but you may have just awoken a dormant kink o.o

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“Mmm baby,” Shouto groans in your ear, breath heavy in his chest as his cock glides deeper inside of you. “You feel so good— so warm, so wet for me.” 

Your legs widen around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back in an attempt to push his hips closer to yours. You’re panting, head thrown back into the sheets and wrists pinned down by his tight grip, moaning as he starts to pick up the pace. “Aha— Sho, fuck yes, all for you!”

He takes your ear between his teeth, nibbling at your skin and washing the side of your face in his hot, ragged breath. His mouth moves to kiss and suck at your jaw, and you stretch your neck so you expose everything to him, wanting for him to mark your throat. 

“Sh-Shouto, choke me baby, please~” you whimper, eyes fluttering closed. 

Shouto’s so shocked that his hips actually falter, leaning back to look at you and make sure he heard you right. Even though he’s frozen to the spot, you’re restless for him— you shake one of his hands from your wrist and place it around your neck instead, squeezing his thumb and forefinger on the sides of your throat. Wiggling your hips, you urge him to start thrusting again, wanting nothing more than for him to rearrange your guts.

It takes him a second to recalibrate, putting all his weight on his free hand, and just barely pressing down on your neck with his other. But when he does, he groans at how you back arches, a fucked-out expression blooming on your features as your fingers dig into his skin.

Experimentally he give a few shallow thrusts, and when he’s satisfied with the desperate mewls that leak from your mouth, he shoves his cock deep inside of you, all the way. Squeezing at your throat just a little harder, he begins to fuck you eagerly. Excitement courses through him at the image of his hand around your neck, his cock harder than ever as your choked voice moans out his name again and again.

“You look so pretty with my fingers around your throat, baby,” he huffs, watching your tits bounce as his hips smack against yours. The lack of oxygen makes you feel dizzy, cunt twitching snug around his cock as you near your peak. “Gonna cum for me already, like it that much? Fuck babygirl, I like it too...”

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

enjoys fucking you roughly in the first place, this mans will not hesitate to fulfill your request.

you and bakugou have hot, rough sex on the daily. he’s got a lot of pent-up aggravation (somehow, even tho he’s screaming “DIE” every 10 mins), but you happen to like it when he takes it out on you between the legs. 

he’s taking you from behind, smothering your face into the pillows as his hips pummel yours, the slick slap of your skins filling the room.

fucks you like he’s got somewhere to be— fast and hard. 

but the thing is, he’s got the stamina of a young stallion, so he’s been drilling into you for quite some time now, ignoring your throbbing clit and whines for attention.

so when you moan out “fuck katsu, choke me, choke me”, you don’t think he’ll hear you. 

biiitch, you’ve never been more wrong in your life. 

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Your slick is slowly dripping down the back of your thighs, each swing of Bakugou’s hips spreading it even further. A little puddle of drool is collecting below where he’s pressing your face against the comforter, your jaw hanging open and weak moans pouring out.

“You’re so fuckin’ loud,” Bakugou grunts, clapping a hand over your already-raw ass, causing you to clench around his thick length that’s plunging deep inside of you. “S’like you want the whole place to know how good you’re getting fucked, huh princess?”

His calloused fingers brush over your neglected clit when you don’t respond, your body seizing up. You let out a long moan instantly, pushing your ass onto his abs in pleasure. “Yessss Katsu, I love it!”

He snickers, pulling your hips back to meet his as he pushes his cock into your wet cunt with ease, watching how your body swallows him whole. Taking a second to spit on the base of his dick, he slaps your ass again, grabbing the flesh there and jiggling it.

“Fuck Katsu, choke me, choke me,” you mumble, starting to slam your ass back to meet his thrusts.

You’re yanked upright abruptly, his hands on your elbows and then one wrapping around your neck so fast you barely have time to realize he’d heard you. His thick fingers coil tight around your throat and you gasp for breath, his grip just loose enough so that you can take in a measly puff of air. Your back is arched perfectly now, on your hands and knees as he begins to plow into you without restraint.

“Fuckin’ dirty little girl,” he growls, loving the way your body looks contorted in his grasp. You try to moan but it comes out a garbled mess, Bakugou’s hand too tight around your throat for the noise to come out regularly. He’d be lying if he said your request didn’t make him ache with a fresh wave of lust— he bares his teeth as he furrows his brow and staves off his impending climax. “Gonna make me bust, you’re so sexy like this, shit..”

His admission sends chills down your spine, and his grip on your neck eases up enough to hear your whines pour out as his fingers start to play with your clit. You sob, your head spinning as you hurtle closer to the edge he’d been keeping you from crossing for so long now.

He chuckles when you start to shake, only pounding his cock into you harder. “If you’re gonna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like a slut.”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

dom daddy shinsou, is it really a surprise that he’ll take the ball and run with it?

with shinsou’s nonchalant, intimidating aura, he’s definitely the one to take the reins during sex. make no mistake, he is the one in charge. 

he loves to take his time with you and make you squirm until you’re crying for his cock, and then once he’s sure you’re ready for it, he’ll fuck you into next week, just like you beg him to.

he’s doing just that— toying with your overstimulated clit as he leisurely drags your dripping cunt along his thick cock, sitting back and whispering degrading things into your ear while your eyes roll back. 

you’re a blabbering mess, squeezing down on him as he sits you flush against his thighs, nestling his hot cock all the way inside. “uhhnn, choke me, daddy~” falls from your open lips, your eyelids fluttering almost shut as you lock eyes with his sinful, violet gaze.

he doesn’t have to say a word— you’re in for it now. 

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Shinsou moans in your ear, his deep voice making butterflies flutter in your stomach. Little do you know that while he loves to tease you and prep you for him, it makes his cock leak and throb for you— he’s been wanting to sheath himself in your tight cunt for a whole hour now, and finally, he does. Your mouth falls open as he guides your hips up, your wetness sliding down his length and into his lap. 

You can barely keep your mewls of pleasure in as he starts to bounce you on his thighs. He reaches down and thumbs over your slick clit, your eyelids struggling to stay open. 

“How’s that feel, kitten?” he grumbles, savoring the way your soft tits move with each drop of your hips. He fights the desire to latch onto your nipple with his mouth, tongue moving across the bottom of his front teeth instead.

“Fuckkkk, feels so good Toshi,” you cry, and his thumb starts to circle around your swollen clit faster in reward. He bucks his hips up into yours, making you shriek in pleasure. As he starts to pick up the pace, you move in tune with him, nose coming to nudge his cheek as you whine for him. “Uhhnn, choke me daddy~” you mumble in his ear.

Shinsou is still for a moment before his hand laces around your neck, gentle grasp soon becoming firm. With a steady hold on your throat, he pulls your body down to seat yourself on his cock even harder, making sure to rut his hips extra deep as well. Your cunt trembles, hugging his cock tight while you throw your arms around his muscled neck, your head dipping back in sheer ecstasy. He wraps his free arm around your waist, hand cupping your ass to throw your body onto his lap while your bouncing begins to get messier, off-balance. 

“Nnn, love your tight little cunt, kitty. You look so cute with my hand around your throat like this...” he rumbles, enjoying how your skin feels slapping against his. You’re so soaked at this point that you glide easily on his cock, only getting wetter by the minute with his fingers on your rapid pulse. “Didn’t know you were such a little whore— you like being choked? Like having daddy choke you, hmm?”

You can barely respond, eyes crossing as the head-rush starts getting to you. “Yesyesyes fuck yes daddy~” you whimper, his thumb stroking over your throat. Your clit grinds against his pelvis as you abandon any kind of rhythm with your hips, desperate just to feel his cock stretch your walls and deliver you to euphoria. 

Shinsou smirks through his labored breathing, watching you unravel on his cock with pleasure. “C’mon cutie, cum on my cock. Cum and I’ll fuck you hard and fast with my hand on your throat, just like you want.”

[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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guitarist!eren x gn!reader drabble (modern + high school au)

cw: soft guitarist eren playing a soft song for you </3

note: this is actually my first attempt at writing and i have no idea what i am doing. also english is not my native language so there are spelling/grammar errors or whatever but who cares

when eren asks you to come to the school’s music room after class, you gladly accept. after all, his band’s next gig is coming soon and he definitely could use some feedback from you. plus he mentions something he’d like to show you, piquing your curiosity.

as soon as your last class is over you head to the music room. immediately after crossing the simple stucco door with an old david bowie poster hanging on it, a smell of sweat and cigarette greets you. is he even allowed to smoke in there? you ask yourself, but your thoughts are cut off by the unmistakable sound of an amp’ being turned on. when you look on your right, you see eren with his headphones on, scribbling on his notebook while softly strumming his guitar. he looks both focused and calm and you don’t dare move. his long hair is pushed back from his forehead, exposing his numerous ear piercings as well as a thin layer of sweat. the band finished their rehearsal about half an hour ago but eren still hasn’t dropped his guitar. running his slim fingers along the frets, he’s been waiting for you. now sitting on top of the amplifier he just turned on, he starts grinning when he sees you, happy that you came. he quickly take off his headphones and motions you to come closer, telling you again that there’s something he wants you to hear. 

you hum and slowly make your way to the couch, expecting to hear another one of his noisy songs from some obscure band no one has ever heard of. but as soon as you hear the first notes, you’re taken aback by the soft melody. the strumming is calm, steady, and eren’s fingers only maneuver on the first strings of his guitar. you've always thought there was something peculiar about the way eren played the guitar. you can’t pinpoint what it is exactly; you just know it draws your attention in a way that has you staring, unable to tear your gaze away from the boy. to be fair you never thought you’d hear something so gentle coming from him. smiling, you take in the way the boy sways his hips every time he strums his guitar, strands of his hair escaping from his messy bun with each movement of his head. eren always looks so happy when he is playing, you think. mesmerized, you don’t even notice it when he stops playing until he collapses on the couch right next to you. he nervously looks at you, waiting for your reaction, leg bouncing in expectation. he is not used to play this kind of music and clearly feels shy about it.

“did you like it?” he asks, scratching his head, and when you say yes, you liked it, eren lets out a deep sigh and smugly crosses his arms, holding his chin high. he is so expectant of praise that you can practically see his tail wagging.

eren always looks so happy when he is playing, but he is even happier when you’re in the room, watching him play for you.

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *all for you * ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: peter breaks up with you for your safety, and you fail at convincing him not to.

warnings: angst, swearing, brief mention of death

tom!peter parker x fem!reader all characters 18+

400+ words

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peter nervously bounced his leg up and down anxiously as he watched you breathlessly talk about your day with the brightest smile on your face.

he felt bad for what he was about to do, especially since you were very ecstatic about seeing him.

“yeah, i pretty much had the best day ever. i’ve missed you a lot though. haven’t seen you much this past week.”

“there’s a reason for that.” he muttered, nervously playing with his fingers.

he finally looked at you and realized that you didn’t hear him. you were still trying to bite back a smile from being so excited to see him.

you didn’t notice the tears forming in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.

“you can’t be with me anymore y/n.”

your smile slowly fell from your face when you realized he was being serious. he wasn’t actually doing this, was he?

“what?” was all you could manage. you felt your eyes getting wet as a number of feelings hit you at once.

“where’s this coming from? did i do something wrong?”

peter shook his head. “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n. i just want you to be safe.”

“the fuck are you even saying? i am safe with you. you make me feel safe peter.” you frowned, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“what happens when someone comes after you trying to get to spider-man? what if they kill you?” he was standing now, wiping at his face as tears rolled down his cheeks.

you shook your head. “they won’t. they can’t. you wouldn’t let them.” you walked over to him, grabbing at his arm gently.

“that’s not always guaranteed y/n. i could never live with myself if something happened to you because of me. i’m sorry.” he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, knowing it was probably the last time he’d get to do that to you.

“that’s so fucking selfish! you’re breaking up with me to spare yourself?” you yelled at him.

he ignored you and walked to your window, preparing to leave the same way he usually comes in.

“please don’t do this to me.” you whimpered. “don’t i get a choice in this? he ignored you again, and stepped out onto the fire escape.

he turned to give you a sad smile. “i’m not doing this for me. this is for you. everything i do is for you.”

he swung off, leaving you a sobbing crying mess with a broken heart.

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