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apocalypse-shuffle · 3 months ago

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AMBER FREEMAN | GHOSTFACE (scream 2022)

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“Sent A Whole World Crying - pt1” (unrequited Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader) and (background Mindy Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

| You accidentally let Amber know that you think she’s Ghostface (through DM’s); she’s not about to let you live through that mistake, obviously…probably.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, psychological trauma, unrequited feelings, angst (TW: general sadism, malicious concern, some taunting, reader-insert is harmed, slight metaphorical smut - some of the descriptors and dialogue I use are suggestive enough that it could be triggering.)

| Listen I’ve seen the analysis of who killed who in the movie, but for the sake of this fic I don’t care. (pic source: scream 2022 + promotional poster)

| Happy Early October!!

| 4k+ words

You:

- Mindy I’m telling you! - She keeps disappearing during the kills and then coming back all twitchy - Why aren’t you answering? You were all for looking into this shit earlier - Mindy! - I know you love Tara and they used to date or whatever but you know I’m right. - She’s probably Ghostface - Come on girl I’m being serious

You’ve been texting Mindy for the last two hours now and she’s still yet to answer you.

You didn’t know if it was because of how much shit you gave her for her insistence on trying to figure out who’d attempted to kill Tara a few nights ago (as if murder accusations were just mere gossip), or because she just hadn’t checked her texts yet, but this was bugging you to much for you to drop.

Hypocritical or not.

At first you’d blown off the signs, but red flags were red flags and eventually if they added up enough they started to look like blood splattered on the walls. Which didn’t help with the way your friend’s particular brand of paranoia was starting to rub off on you.

Now, you’ve managed to work yourself up so much at Amber’s most recent disappearing act that you’d nearly ran home so you could safely text Mindy.

In a circumstance that was beginning to be rarer and rarer for you both you couldn’t be up underneath each other right now so her DM’s would have to suffice.

She was busy with the film club at the moment, but she’d never once begrudged you texting her whenever and after going out with her and her friends last night then stewing over your observations all day you needed to tell somebody what you thought.

You weren’t very close to the group Mindy hung out with — you fucked with your own company just fine — but you and Mindy had become close over your mutual hate of your philosophy class and eventually she’d stumbled through asking you to hang out as a group (still blunt as ever even despite her raging blush) so you’d been with her friends at the bar only because she asked.

Friendship obligations, and all that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to figure out who would do something so horrible just as much as they did either. It was just that you only truly cared for Mindy and Chad’s sakes.

Or at least as much as most of them wanted to figure this situation out.

Amber talked a big game about caring for Tara’s safety above all else and vetting everyone the smaller teen came into contact with, but after that jerk who got y’all kicked out left Amber had disappeared too. She came back overly excited — weird considering her best friend was almost brutally murdered — and there had been smudges on her shoes. You couldn’t confirm that it was that guy's blood, but you certainly felt like it was. The glint of something thick and wet was pretty hard to miss even on black boots.

Which was why you needed Mindy to answer you. You couldn’t bank on Amber fucking off around the same time the news reported Ghostface killed that man being a happy little coincidence.

Amber was pushy and rude on a good day and on a bad you’d seen her be downright malicious before, tripping someone down the stairs after he’d bumped into her type of malicious.

Plus ever since you started hanging out with Mindy you’ve noticed her staring at you more often, and no matter the contemplative look on Amber’s face whenever you caught her staring, her attention still made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

Sighing, you unlock your phone and check your messages again, pacing around your room all the while, before something catches your eye.

That wasn’t Mindy’s handle. It just looked nearly identical.

Shit, no wonder she wasn’t responding.

Jolting to a stop in the middle of the room, you rush to delete the messages.

It’s as you’re deleting the fourth that the green ‘active now’ dot shows up beside the unfamiliar username and then ‘read’ pops up underneath your last three texts.

“Damnit,” you grumble, still deleting the last couple texts. It won’t do much now, but if you were fast enough the person at least won’t be able to show anyone else or prove what you said.

Your stomach flips a little as you see the three dots pop up in the vacant space left behind by your erasing spree.

You freeze.

And then, heart in your stomach, you just react, exiting out of the conversation and going to the person's account and blocking them.

Oh god, you were so fucked. Shit. You really hoped that wouldn't come back to bite you on the ass.

You sit down on your bed with a huff, heart beating so fast it feels like you just ran the mile in gym class again. Dropping your phone on your comforter you shake out your trembling fingers. You suppose that was a sign that maybe you should just keep your opinion to yourself.

You rub your hands down your face.

Yeah, okay. Problem kind of (maybe) avoided for now. You’d just have to hope for the best.

You grunt, “Okay, I need a nap.”

And then you take that nap. As is your right.

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You’re jarred from sleep a few hours later by the sound of a continuous series of buzzing, and glare sleep crusted eyes up at your blurred ceiling fan.

Mindy had better not be calling you for some contrite shit again, like helping her beat Chad at whatever late night game they’d decided to occupy their twin insomnia with at — rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look at your phone — eleven pm.

Honestly though, who else would be ballsy enough to start rapid texting you like this in the goddamn middle of the night? The other girl knew you went to sleep around nine on school nights, but Mindy did whatever she—

It feels like your heart stops beating as your Face ID unlocks your phone and you finally read the messages. Ones sent from what looks like a throwaway account with a handle you don’t remotely recognize.

The particular messages, on the other hand, are horribly familiar.

Unknown:

Wide eyed, you can’t do anything but watch as another series of messages are sent.

Unknown:

- you think I’m some bitch faced little girl - well I’ll show you

And just like that you hear the power in the house cut off and watch with stilted breath as the service bar at the top of your screen goes down.

Immediately afterwards a message pops up on your phone to inform you that you’ve lost service even.

Shit.

You blink at your screen for another few seconds, brows furrowing, before whipping your head up to look around your room. Flashes of Tara battered to hell in the hospital and the memory of Sam telling you all about the attempted attack on her in that very place, mere hours after Tara had been checked in, fill your brain to the brim.

Mind feeling stuffed with static you let out a harsh breath through your nose, hand squeezing hard onto your device, and take a glance out the broken blind in your window to clock that there for sure wasn’t a power outage happening anywhere else but at your house.

So someone was definitely fucking with you.

Fuck, you gotta think.

How the killer even got the dm’s you sent if they weren’t Amber wasn’t a question for now, but how you’d get out of this mess certainly was. With your younger sibling down the hall from you, and your parents still out of the house clubbing, there was only one other person you had to worry about.

Now you just had to figure out how to get to them without tipping off whoever the hell else was also in your house.

Hold on.

You never checked who exactly it was you’d been texting before.

Opening Snapchat, you simultaneously tumble as quietly as possible from your bed, only briefly getting caught up by your blanket tangling around your legs.

When you check you see that, yup, it was Amber’s account (who’s handle was now ridiculously similar to Mindy’s and was only saved on your phone in the first place because Mindy had asked you to send her one of your summer assignments from this year to copy).

Goddamnit.

“Why me?” you whisper; but truly, you should’ve made sure you were talking to the right person if you were going to start making fucking murder accusations.

This shit was on you.

Teeth grinding, you stuff your phone into the pocket of your shorts then start crawling around the floor till you can begin prying open your door. Opening it as far as you know it can go before it starts creaking then inching yourself the rest of the way into the hall.

Sure you had a problem if this wasn’t some elaborate prank — which you doubted, but the possibility was always there considering the kind of assholes you went to school with — but you couldn’t jump out of your window and just leave your sibling to die.

It’s when your mission is about halfway accomplished, and you’re nearly to your sibling's room, that you hear a creak.

You freeze alongside it. Breathing with your mouth slightly open to minimize the amount of noise you’re making.

Should you just make a run for their room? Should you duck back into yours? Should you shout their name and hope for the best?

In your periphery a flash of white streaks across the dark abyss that is the rest of your house.

Then, you’re only allowed enough time to start the beginnings of a scream before you’re being thrown into the hallway wall, cutoff exclamation choking in your throat and something blunt and heavy slamming into your forehead before you can catalog anything but the sound of fabric billowing in a rush and the feel of hands grabbing at you.

The shout you let out at the second hit is muffled by a gloved hand slapping over your mouth, the impact stinging your face and making your eyes water.

In that same motion your attacker catches you by the hip, hauling, and combined with the force they barreled into you with that’s all they need to make you trip backwards.

You slam into the wall with an ‘oof,’ but your attacker hardly pauses before using their body to flatten yours against the wall and force your wrists together in front of you.

As you’re blinking the spots from your eyes and trying to make out the person in the darkness a metallic click sounds through the air. And all you can do is flinch as two icy metal bands are cinched around your wrists in quick succession and your vision finally adjusts.

The metal locking together pinches at your skin but there’s so much else going on that you don’t even grimace, too busy trying to find your breath after the sight in front of you stole it.

A face. White, screaming in agony, and floating in the shadow like something straight out of Munch’s worst nightmares.

There’s a Ghostface mask less than a foot away from you.

Real and unavoidable and close enough for the starkness to hurt your eyes against the blanket of night all around you.

In Woodsboro it's a familiar sight, whether on the screen during local stabathons and tv edits at home or in costume shops around any one of the many killing spree anniversaries or Halloween.

Up close as it is to you in this scenario, however, it almost doesn’t feel real.

The mask is tilted in a way that feels like the person behind it is examining you; like a dissection. A hand sprouts from the darkness and shifts it back straight over the person’s face, however, and instantly your worry is no longer an assumption.

If you’d thought before that the tilt felt violating, the full force of Ghostface’s direct gaze actually on you feels heavy enough to strip flesh.

Like acid dripping past your throbbing head, over your face, and down the upper half of your body.

From how crooked the mask was you’d guess that’s what hit you, what’s caused the drowning thump thump pounding through your skull and the stinging sensation traveling across your forehead.

The freak had head butted you.

Slow as you can, you shift your head to the side — hoping there isn’t a streak of blood against the wall left in your wake — just enough to press your temple into the cool wall with a groan.

It’s then Ghostface’s head truly tilts and you get to know what the weight of their curiosity really feels like.

The movement itself is silent, but the click of a tongue and the hand that comes up to press over your forehead is not.

At the first touch of covered fingers to your dark skin your blood practically flash-freezes in your veins.

Gritting your teeth against your possible concussion you make a valiant attempt to meld into the wall, but a hand making itself remembered once more on your hip keeps you from fully running away, and the other reaching for you doesn’t relent.

“You’re so pretty like this, Y/n,” Ghostface’s modulated voice says, deep and smooth, as your assailant pushes on the sore area where you temple meets the wall until you turn to face them again; their tongue wrapping possessively around the call of your name without hesitation. “Submitting for me.”

“Jesus,” you whimper, shaking against the insistent feel of their thumb rubbing against the angry vein showing on your temple. “How do you know my—?”

“—Uh uh,” their overbearing timbre cuts in as they pull themselves closer to you, “keep asking questions like that and you’ll ruin the surprise.”

What fucking surprise? Did this asshole plan on dragging this out all night?

Could you figure a way out of this mess by then?

Biting the inside of your lip, you meet the abyss of a gaze in front of you in spite of the chill it sends down your spine. Try to think past the sensation of spiders crawling through your bloodstream that Ghostface’s generous touch elicits.

You swallow, saliva thick past the budding lump in your throat.

“Can you stop?” you force out.

The killer freezes.

You nearly pass out trying to keep yourself from recoiling or apologizing or both by holding your breath before they finally talk again.

“Why? You don’t want me to be concerned?”

Concerned?!

“I don’t,” you say, lips stiff.

What you wanted was to have this over with, not whatever twisted brand of care this Ghostface operated on.

A beat passes where you think they’ll keep pressing, maybe make a point of knocking you again, but then they…stop. Slim hands retreat from your space entirely and down to the killer’s sides.

You doubt their hands will stay still for long, though, and you haven’t thought up how you’re gonna get around them yet — call for your sibling to go get help, maybe?

You cut your eyes at the ghostly specter, at their height and intense focus on you, and remembering the speed they’d ambushed you with earlier you reconsider.

Risking your sibling’s life over a hunch that you already weren’t confident on wasn’t happening. There was no part of you that believed you’d stand a chance at overpowering this Ghostface long enough for no one but you to get hurt.

Something glints in the corner of your eye and you come out of your head with a start. There’s a knife in the killer’s hand now, twisting and twirling around deft fingers before their gaze swings back to you and the blade swings out to lazily point your way.

“Planning?”

“No.”

They laugh, likely not trusting your answer for a moment.

“Fine. Don’t tell me. We can play a game instead.” They pivot once, angling their body towards the door closest, and your heart skips a beat. “I spy with my little eye something that squeaks and creaks and leads to fresh meat.”

And just in case you managed to miss the killer’s meaning, they use the tip of their knife to point towards your sibling’s closed bedroom door twice in a motion too similar to stabbing for your liking.

“What do you think?” they ask, and take a slow deliberate step to the door right afterwards.

“Don’t!”

Lunging across the space Ghostface has made between you, you grab hold of their wrist with trembling hands and bite the proverbial bullet.

The “Please,” comes falling out your mouth like water, and only a tinge of something sour follows it.

Ghostface doesn’t do so much as twitch when they glance back at you, though, shoulders shaking under the cloak.

“‘Please’,” they repeat, roiling laughter clear even through the distortion, “but I thought you didn’t want my concern?”

“I’ll scream,” you counter, pushing past the sinking in your gut to bring your other hand up to form a double clamp around the killer.

Bottomless perpetually gaping eye cutouts stare back at glistening ebony brown eyes for one breath— four, until you yank.

There is no plan when you rush past them, just the sinking feeling that something was going to have to give soon and the knowledge that you’d be damned if it was the person in the room you're running to.

Your hand is on the doorknob, your sibling’s name on the tip of your tongue, when a sound cracks through the air. Your leg buckles, there’s a pressure at the back of your knee, the heat of another body latches onto your back, a hand claps over your mouth, and then you’re tipping over.

Ghostface brings you down with so little fanfare you’d be embarrassed if you had the wherewithal. Wrestles your flailing ass to the floor right in front of the door and keeps you down with their legs pinning your hips.

It’s not until you hit the floor that everything catches up with you.

Heat like you’ve never known screams from the bend of your knee like a piping kettle, and the wail that scratches its way up your throat when you instinctively try to get away by gaining purchase on the tile with your injured leg leaves you shaking into the floor.

With a chuckle your attacker shushes you, gloved hand made wet from your drool and tears patting against your open mouth.

“Shhh.” They shift back and you whimper at the feel of every millimeter of movement that even that small motion forces your foot to make. “You wouldn’t want your little sibling to hear, would you?”

The voice modulator makes the question sound even more taunting and the deep timber of it curls your toes — the twitch making your left leg burn — coming from so close to your ear.

Gloved fingers run along the serrated edges of the hole in your cracked knee where the knife’s still embedded, circling the pounding back of your leg until shivers rack up your body.

The touch is light.

You want to saw your leg off so you never have to deal with even the memory of the feel of it ever again.

“I’d hate to have to deal with him if he comes to investigate the strange noises, yeah?” they say, pausing right afterwards.

It’s a prompt if you’ve ever heard one. They even lift their hand from your leg.

Mind whirling with thoughts of the blood seeping out the sides of your knee to stain the floors and the agony emitting from the stab wound it takes you a few seconds to answer.

You force your words out past your shaky lips eventually, however. The stuttering agreement tasting like ash on your tongue.

“Good girl,” the modulated voice damn near coos in response, and part of you wishes you’d gotten stabbed through the ears instead.

There’s shuffling from above you, the sounds of fabric slipping over something barely registering over the rushing of blood through your ears.

You’re bleeding—

You’ve been stabbed—

Fuck, your leg is on fire—

Without an ounce of remorse deft fingers press down on where the back of your knees’ been stabbed through again, hand holding tight to the side of your leg, and a whimper falls unbidden past your lips.

Breathy, throaty, feminine laughter sounds right beside your ear as your killer settles over you.

Soft lips brush the shell of your ear and wispy black locks of hair fall into your peripheral.

“I guess it was me after all,” a voice you recognize croons, barren of any modulation.

Holy shit, Mindy had been right.

“A- Amber…?”

Your voice is small where you get it out from between pants for breath, leg throbbing hard enough to cut your focus completely.

Nothing feels real except for the throbbing, not the floor beneath you or the drool running down your chin.

“Mhm,” she giggles, breath ticking the side of your neck and making you shiver. It only takes a second for her to shiver back, breathe against your skin stuttering when she groans and presses down harder on your wound. You mewl and can feel exactly how Amber’s smile spreads. “Aww, just like that, Hun. Now we’re getting to the good part.”

Amber rises up from over you and then relentlessly grabs ahold of your shoulders and has you twist around until your upper body is facing her, and fifty percent of your concentration has to go to keeping your lower body in the opposite direction than the rest of you so you don’t aggravate your knee anymore.

Hair wild and damp with sweat atop her head the smile she gives you is all teeth in the faint moonlight that halos her face.

“Bet you’re reconsidering who you got close to now, huh?”

You grit your teeth, trying and failing to get enough leverage so you can spit in her face.

At the angle she’s forced you into her weight over your hips was more effective than you’d thought, though. Spitting from where you were would only serve in getting you smacked in the face with your own saliva.

“Gah— fuck! It’s not Mindy’s fault you’re a fucking sociopath,” you say behind clenched teeth.

You wonder if your friend would care if you died. Would Mindy cry when your death was announced? Would she immediately suspect Amber again? Confront her?

You’d been the one to comfort her when the news about Tara had come through before Chad could get to you guys. She’d struggled for a few minutes before a few tears had trickled down her cheeks, tears that she’d wiped away with a personal vengeance until you took one of her hands and wove your fingers together. Mindy had given you this wide look you’d never seen before, hazel eyes lost, before finally letting herself sob curled up to your side with her hand in yours. Did you hold that same amount of space in her mind, though?

In her heart?

Amber clicks her tongue, and instantly you’re reminded that whether Mindy and you could’ve ever been more than friends won’t matter anymore. “Wrong answer, Sweetie,” she says, and without another word rips the knife from your body in one pull.

Just barely you manage to stop the scream you want to let out by clamping down on your lower lip, teeth completely bypassing putting an indent into the skin and instead cutting directly through the plush of it as you buck uncontrollably against Amber.

Chest heaving and with tears sprouting in your eyes and beginning to pool, you watch for her next move and are heartbroken to say you aren’t disappointed.

With a flourish she brings the knife up to your face. You watch it with wide shaky eyes, heart sounding louder than your labored breaths in your ears.

The sharp side of the blade runs feather light down the side of your face, her gaze intent on it. On how the silver contrasts with the little streams of blood it leaves in its wake against your dewy brown skin. On how your lashes flutter anxiously, and the muscles in your face twitch beneath her touch.

“I didn’t mean that,” she says softly. She shifts the blade so that she can splay the flat of it over your mouth and purses her lips, eyes glittering and crazed and a little hurt. “I meant that you should’ve picked me, Sweetheart. I like you. And I like that you were thinking about me so much you figured me out. If you had just picked me I would’ve spared you,” she whispers last, face closer to yours now, before leaning in to press a kiss to the other side of the blade over your quivering lips.

The scent of your own blood makes your stomach roil, but the feel of her breath fanning your skin and the ecstatic expression that takes over her face when she leans away to lick her lips forces a sob from you.

Shuddering, you look up at her, a tear finally breaking free to roll down your face.

There is no one to hold you when you break.

Amber giggles, the flash of her teeth bloody.

“Just let me do it,” she whispers, voice low as she moves to run the warm tip of the knife down your side. “Be good for me, be mine this once, and I won’t go into that room and paint those walls red with your sibling’s blood.”

And so you cooperate; biting down into your forearm as muffled cries and wails tear up your throat. Amber plunges the blade deep, hits organs and cracks through bone with low grunts, and each stab feels like a little more of your soul drifting away.

You jolt, she adjusts her weight to accommodate your pained reaction like it’s practiced. You bite down so hard you break skin, teeth sinking into your body and feeling like masochistic relief that at least this pain was your own doing, she leans over to lick around your teeth with a groan. She gives and you take and you don’t scream out loud.

What a perfect victim you’ve made.

The tears never stop flowing from your eyes. So much salt they begin to burn alongside the bite in your arm that’s steadily mixing with blood and snot, and the entire rest of your body that’s near indistinguishable apart from the pain.

Nothing feels real except for the way Amber rides out your death spasms and the never ending stream of pleas to keep yourself silent that have long since turned into a sequenced tune in your head that you’re already forgetting.

As Amber’s honeyed taunts follow you under you know without debate that you have never known pain so intimate as what she’s brought upon you, and nothing so tender as death’s incoming embrace.

At least your younger sibling would be okay.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I tried posting this yesterday, but it wasn’t showing up under any of the tags so I’m trying again. ❤︎

I missed some shit when editing for sure, but I will come back to catch them later. I also don’t know how I feel about the way this flows, but maybe I just need to not look at it for a bit idk.

So the reader-insert may not have actually died here, but I don’t know for sure just yet. I would like for the second part to be a GF!Mindy x Reader-Insert x Jealous!Amber type deal though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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raspberryjamnnn · 5 months ago

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my phone has categorized multiple anime girls as the same person

#blogging #im trying to find the pattern and its looking like black/dark hair with bangs #although the anime girl at the top is honestly the least fitting of that categorization so idk #also present in this profile is adult mob; fem serizawa; and both light and L

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thisisnotnectarinex · 9 months ago

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time to get weak for your glittery Goddess~ my site | links | wish list

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kaifish-pond-afterdark · 6 months ago

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Rodrick x Plus Size Black Reader Ficlet

I Love My Hair & Body

Rodrick x Plus Size Black Fem Reader

Spicy Level: 🌶️🌶️/🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

I look at myself in the mirror, turning to view my booty. It’s so cute! Not super big, really just a little less than average, not exactly flat, but not super juicy either. It’s firm. I like it tho, I like my pudgy tummy too, my adorable apron belly that covers the top of my vulva. My brown vulva is darker than my belly, my inner thighs are too. I have a lot of hyperpigmentation. My skin has a lot of texture, I stare at it in the mirror, a smile breaks out and I double finger gun myself.

“Lookin good!” I say, turning around to press my chest together, saggy, scabby, acne-scarred. Uniquely human. I think to myself. I catch Rodrick looking at me, a smile on his own face. He’s beaming, he comes up behind me and kisses my neck.

“You are lookin good Babe.” He wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling my naked body against his clothed one. It’s taken years to get to this point, I’m aware of how many people don’t love their bodies. Some days I still struggle, but I know my body is sexy. My body is for me, and because of that, it only matters how I feel about it. I look at our bodies in the mirror. We look so adorable, so beautiful, such a perfect couple.

Rodrick spins me around to kiss me on the mouth, “I love you.” He says my name and I feel myself melt into him. He pulls away, and I start getting dressed, I put on a pair of pink boyshorts and one of Rodrick’s band tees. He doesn’t hang out with Loded Diper much anymore, and I’m a bit sad about that. I liked his band, but Rodrick works a lot now, and doesn’t have much free time. The free time he does have he spends with me; taking me to dinner, or walking around the park.

Rodrick pats between his legs on the bed, my hair styling tools in his hand and next to him, “C’mere babe and let me do your hair.” Rodrick had spent hours a day when we first got together learning how to style 4c hair. Now he’s my main stylist when I can’t get to the salon.

I hum happily as he works through my fro, “Did you grab the crochet hair I bought the other day?” I ask, moaning as he massages my scalp with oil. He holds the package in front of my face.

“Sure did.”

We spend the better part of the day doing my hair, Rodrick giving me plenty of breaks and ordering me food when I get hungry.

As I’m eating, I feed him a fry every so often, his skilled hands move effortlessly through my head, we both belt out lyrics from his band, giggling and reminiscing.

“Thank you for spending my day off with me.” Rodrick says kissing the top of my head.

“Anytime!” I get up and look in the mirror, my locs look beautiful, never mind the slight discomfort.

We spend the rest of the day watching tv, listening to music and dancing around.

As the day draws to a close I change into pjs, watching Rodrick do the same with hungry eyes. He crawls into bed, and kisses me gently. We makeout for a while, getting handsy. I’m hairy, not that anyone minds.

Sleep comes easy, intertwined in each other’s arms, the night is quiet and calm.

All is well.

#rodrick heffley #adult rodrick #poc reader #black fem reader #plus size reader #rodrick ficlet #ficlet #romance

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dxddykenn · 7 months ago

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I wanted to be like my favs and start writing but don’t really how lol…but I’m going to post what I have so far since it’s been on my mind 🙃.

Two can play

scene: strip club

Imagine your man is going out to the strip club with his brothers and invites you to join. You politely decline not wanting to interrupt a boys night out until your homegirls decide to go to the same club.

Trevante watches as you come up the few stairs towards him and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you to him “Yo what you on” he says directly in your ear. “Huh what are you talking about pa” you respond. “I thought you didn’t want to come out and I look up to see you shaking ass with your friends. You didn’t even let me know you were coming”. Tre wasn’t an insecure man by any means but he didn’t play when it came to making sure you were safe. “For what you’re having fun with your brothers, I told you I wasn’t trying to interrupt” you respond. He pulls you closer “Mama why you tryna play with me hmm…I’m warning you now chill out” “Are you challenging me daddy?” you purr looking into his eyes. “Nah i’m just letting you know don’t try me” “Hmm” you lean in brushing your lips against his “If I were you I wouldn’t start something that you can’t finish, you know I don’t lose” you finish as you see someone walking up to you both. You look over as you recognize the girl that was dancing on him earlier as she speaks up “Hey love you ready for your dance” she questions looking at him. Trevante glances over at her ready to correct her for interrupting you both from talking. You giggle and look at him with a seductive look “Go ahead and enjoy your dance I’m going back” you say as you start to pull away. “Nah i’m tryna talk to you” he says as he holds on to your hips tighter. “It’s fine” you laugh lowly as you look into his eyes again “Have a goodnight Mr. Rhodes” you respond as you turn around and walk away with a sway in your hips.

Trevante POV

I stand there watching Y/N walk away as she looks back and we both smirk. Since she wants to play I’ll show her, two can play.

#black reader #black oc #black!fem!reader #black female writers #adult fanfiction #first fic

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leafmealoooone · 3 months ago

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The difference between a neurtypical person's food preferences and an autistic person's is that not wanting pickles on you hamburger is considered totally normal but I still regularly get mocked for not being able to tolerate black pepper in any food

#actually autistic #food mention #Even better is when people assume things about my ethnicity because of the pepper thing #For the record it's black pepper specifically not all spicy foods. I'm a sucker for gochujang #Love how my neurotypical brother can have nope foods and it's just his taste but when I do the same thing I'm a picky pathological whimp #Don't even get me started on how being fem means if I mention having nope foods someone will try to diagnosed me with an eating disorder #ed mention #ableism #autistic adult

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beautifulfaaces · 1 year ago

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Susan Kelechi Watson

Facts

November 11, 1981

American actress

Filmography

Beth [This is us: 2016-2022]

Ellie [The Blacklist: 2013-2016]

Cindy [The Following: 2015]

Janet [Louie: 2012-2014]

Emma [Third Watch: 2004-2005]

Appearance

black hair

brown eyes

1.73m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

#Susan Kelechi Watson #fem 80s #fem american #80s fem american #this is us #the blacklist #the following #louie #third watch #black fem young #black fem adult #80s fem black #brown eyes fem young #brown eyes fem adult #80s fem brown eyes #young adult female #adult female

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risingoftime · 2 years ago

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How have you been?🫠

i'm okay! but adulting is ghetto. I just want to sit and write my silly little stories and sit in the sun, but no, I have to work.

#x black fem reader #fic writing #x black reader #adulting #꒰ঌYOU’VE GOT MAIL໒꒱

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 months ago

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BLADE | ERIC BROOKS (1990 trilogy)

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“Argent” (Blade | Eric Brooks x Fem!Reader)

| Eric sets up a meeting between him and one of the only vampires he’s ever trusted. Truly trusted. It’s less about business and more about pleasure however.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, canon typical action & violence mentioned, blood drinking, oral sex, blowjob (male receiving), cunnilingus (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), (TW: Eric drugs the Reader-Insert to kidnap her; she doesn’t mind and he gives her the antidote immediately, but yeah) mild-ish rough sex, pain play, blood play

| Pic Source: Blade (1998) - ignore the context of the last photo, okay, the pictures were too perfect to pass up

| Happy 4 days till Halloween!!!🩸

| 5k+ words

Your sight has still yet to clear and your veins are still on fire from failing to run away and being hit by a dart.

Liquidized Silver.

You take a second to feel the way your veins burn, and yeah, it was definitely still in you.

Who did you piss off now?

You groan, head swiveling without purpose on your neck, and crack open your eyes. Just as you’ve blinked the black from the corner of your vision you feel someone else appear in your presence.

Or maybe they’ve been around you this whole time and you’ve just been too out of it to pick up their heartbeat or scent.

You suck in and then let out a rush of air you don’t need.

“Fucker,” you curse, frown twisting at your lips.

An unnaturally smooth palm cups your cheek and then drifts to the back of your head, propping you up as another hand pries your lips open. You’re held tightly against someone’s buff form as a wrist, bleeding fresh, is held against your mouth.

You moan without preamble, fangs dropping, and plunge eagerly into his offering. You’ve been poisoned, nothing was going to neutralize the shit swimming in you like pure blood was.

There’s an answering groan behind you and you can’t help but savor the taste even more. Human blood was delectable, but daywalker blood was an out of body experience. You whimper as he pulls his wrist from your fangs sooner than you’d like but then rush to lap up the remaining blood around the closing wound.

Once the dark wrist in front of you is cleared of every bit of liquid red you sigh out.

"You could just call, you know…?" you mutter against his skin before he moves his hand.

There’s an answering grunt behind you and then you’re spun around. It’s Blade’s smug face that greets you, devoid of his shades for once, and you roll your eyes.

“You didn’t answer your phone.”

“I didn’t answer…” you screw your face up at him. “Motherfucker, did you bother calling more than once?”

He grins at you.

“By that reasoning I should’ve tracked you down the second I saw your black ass plastered all over the news after you declined my calls.”

“Phone got blown up. And why didn’t you? Could’ve used the help,” he side eyes the door to whatever bedroom he’s got you in, “and someone I can actually stand.”

You laugh, “So the rumors about you hanging with a new crew are true?”

He reaches for you and when you accept his advance he circles his arms around your waist.

He scoffs, nostrils flaring, and stares you down. “Mostly out of necessity.”

“Mmm,” your fingers drum over his chest. Only a thin black shirt keeps you from his skin. “I was dealing with my own shit show so I couldn’t have helped anyway.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. Your hands press over where his heart miraculously beats.

“I’m sorry about Whistler, by the way.”

Blade goes morose for a second, stilling while he takes in your words with a vague nod. The only steadying sound left is the pat pat of his supernatural heart. It’s nice to be near one that operates so well, that won’t accelerate in fear around you.

In the next beat his lips purse and he glances away from you.

“You didn’t come here to talk about my life did you?”

You frown.

“You kidnapped me, actually, but message received. I won’t bring him up again.”

Those amber eyes pin you in place for another mini eternity before he thanks you. The mirth trickles back into his expression then, and you relax.

He chuckles when you wrap your hands around his shoulders.

“So then. I’ve been staying out of trouble, Daywalker. Do I get a cookie?”

“Yeah,” he rasps. One corner of his mouth twitches upward. “Here’s your fucking cookie.”

He slams his lips onto yours, just about kissing you dead a second time with how long he takes before separating for air. You take a second to regain yourself, forehead pressed against his as his soft breaths puff against your mouth. Despite his pants he grins, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth while you piece your thoughts back together.

You clear your throat.

"I heard about Dracula’s little cult too by the way, but if you brought me here to interrogate me about it you’ve wasted your time.”

Blade doesn’t answer right away. Instead his lips trail across your jaw and down your neck, coarse facial hair tickling your skin. One of his hands runs up your body and the other ghosts across the side of your neck.

"The true Dracula’s business doesn’t have shit to do with this. I was just…craving your company,” he says, biting the delicate skin over your jugular.

You gasp at the sudden sharp movement but arch against him at the familiar prick of his bat-like incisors making a sizable mark on you. He kneads your skin gently with them, but doesn’t pierce the skin for any blood.

"Let me take you...." he whispers, leaning back and ripping one of his gloves off.

Your throat grows tight as his fingertips run down your cheek, the stolen blood in your body singing across the dark skin that he touches.

"You screamed so loud for me last time… . Let me get you like that again."

With inhuman speed, he pushes your back against the wall, one of his legs wedging between your own. The hands on your hips pull you further onto his muscled thigh and he begins to rub you up and down on it.

A mewl slips past your lips at the sudden movement, feet fighting for purchase on the floor and hands resting on his shoulders for balance. Before long your mewls are replaced by breathy moans and you can’t help jerking and pushing down against Blade’s thigh, hands clawing desperately at his shirt.

You bite back a groan of annoyance, but a growl escapes in its absence and you rip his shirt apart in seconds. A small growl emits from his lips and Blade nabs your wrists, yanking your hands from his chest. He gives you a sideways look.

“Really?”

You lean your upper body forward with a shrug. It’s a little hard to do with the way he’s restraining you but you make it work.

“You're not the only one craving something, Daywalker. Now are you gonna make me cum or not?”

He grins, a mean flash of white against his umber skin before letting you go.

"Fine. I'll give you what you want."

You don’t have time to do anything with your newly renewed mobility because in the next second he’s back on you. Lips meet yours for one more enveloping kiss before he leans away. His deft fingers trail over your mouth and he hums as his eyes shine with a dark sort of mirth.

"How about you put that mouth to better use."

His voice is rough as his index and middle fingers slide into your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass. You glare, eyes gaining their yellow vampiric appearance, but ultimately don’t complain. Instead you look him dead in the face and slowly swirl your tongue around his digits then suck on them gently. A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth when the mirth fades from his eyes, replaced by a hungrier expression.

"Floor," He orders, regarding you with a steely gaze as his fingers slide out of your mouth. His hands drop to his sides.

Cocky smile in full place, you slide down the wall to your knees. Placing you at eye level with the prominent bulge in his leather pants.

His eyes, now alight with lust, never leave your own and he quickly unhooks his belt and fly before dropping his hands for you to do the rest.

Blade hisses as you pull his pants down, his curved dick immediately jumping out at you, and you chuckle before wrapping fingers only marginally warmed by stolen blood around his shaft.

“Mmm, someone’s eager,” you tease.

Quick as very few things in your world were, his hand flashes forward. One of his now bare hands cups your jaw, allowing you a moment to nuzzle into it, before his free hand grasps the back of your head to urge you forward.

The way his grip shifts, loosening and tightening in a few steady increments, tells you just how much he’s struggling to keep himself under control. It’s a heady power to hold.

After all, he could never keep his monstrous tendencies under as much tight control when he was around you.

Eric looks down at you and scoffs. His amber gaze flares when he taps at the top of your head and a smirk, pushing against well worn frown lines, ticks up one corner of his mouth.

“I’m not the one on my knees.”

A part of you wants to shiver. The other knows you’re too undead for such poultry shit, but is tempted to pantomime the reaction anyway.

It doesn’t take long for you to make yourself tremble for him; your monster cowering in the face of his mounting one. Like you were some brown skinned starlet in a flowing white dress; distressed but still with your teeth barred in the face of the big bad wolf.

There wasn’t anything safe as that here though, just the cut of the daywalker’s grin and the slow baritone build up of a growl in the back of his throat.

Yet, his human side was still as dangerous as his vampire, you muse, kitten licking the head of his dick with your cool tongue.

Comparatively, Eric’s entire body is miraculously warm and the way his dick twitches and pulses over your mouth is nearly intoxicating.

Eric grunts, his hand tangling into your hair as he watches you. With a low hum you place sloppy kisses down his shaft, cupping his balls as you lick a hard line across the veins on the underside of his dick. He groans when your tongue swirls over his precum slick glans.

When he tries urging you forward, head pressed to your two-toned lips, you pull off entirely.

Keeping your grin from breaking free is a herculean effort.

Jaw ticking, Eric looks down at you like he’s about to fall. Face open in its desperation and thick lips already bitten ruddy.

"Goddamnit, stop playing games with me, Slick..." he says, voice strained. His hand tightens in your hair and your lashes flutter as you allow yourself another shudder.

Grin finally breaking free, you smile shamelessly up at Eric and wait until he kisses his teeth in irritation to move.

Eyes glinting, you meet his eyes and then take him in fast and deep. The sound of the slide of his back teeth cuts off short with his muffled shout.

His dick twitches in your mouth, heavy and solid on your tongue, an unignorable presence at the back of your throat, and he lets out a filthy sounding moan.

The very sound makes you want to please him more; do something better than just eagerly moving your mouth up and down his shaft. So bobbing your head, you pull back to twirl your tongue around his head before taking him deep again, playing around with the speed and depth of how deep you take him in turn.

After a few minutes his composure has nearly all but been forgotten. One hand remaining tightly wrapped in your coils while he uses the other alternatively for support against the wall and an emergency muffler. His sweat glossed body shuddering in pleasure, growl grumbling in his throat, and the occasional deep curse turned you on more than anything.

Hand gliding over your head until he can cup the side of your ear, he tugs sharply at the pointed tip of it to make you look back up at him. Your stare is only a little cross.

"Hold still." He murmurs, smoothing the pad of one of his fingers over where he’d tugged.

Nodding, you do as ordered and he cups the back of your head again before slowly beginning to thrust into your mouth. His hips snap forward hard and deep and you have to fight to keep your throat from reflexively shutting.

It doesn’t take long for him to speed up, but he only allows it for a moment before pausing and pulling back to guide your mouth over his dick. He coats your plush lips with his pre, the drag slick.

"Fuck, you’re good,” he mutters, eyes intent on his ministrations.

You can’t help but to growl at the prospect of being guided and at his praise.

Eric chuckles.

It’s then, that low pleased croon falling over you, that your own self-control wanes. Your hand wanders between your soft thighs, needing to touch yourself at seeing him so undone. Hating that you loved the idea of him using you for his own pleasure in that moment so much, but helpless against the euphoria of it.

With a jerk, Eric’s dick leaves your mouth entirely and his hand yanks back sharply at the roots of your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself," he warns, eyes bright but hold unrelenting.

You stare up at him with wide eyes for a long moment, dead air still as usual in your chest, then slowly nod your head.

“…correct.”

A light tug.

"So?"

Blinking, your brows furrow briefly before, with a start, you cut your eyes up at him. "So I have to wait for permission to masturbate? That’s how we’re doing this?"

He chuckles, eyeing you just as narrowly with a smirk. "Uh huh,” he grunts, voice as soft as it gets. “Exactly that.”

Finally he starts to move his dick again, dragging it across your cheek and teasing it across your lips. You’re still giving him a sour look though and you watch his teeth grind before he reiterates himself.

"Fine, I’ll be clearer. I haven’t given you permission to touch shit, act like it.”

"Alright,” you mutter, leaning back into his hold. “I got you, E, I’ll behave."

Quickly, you look up at him after the “nickname” slips off your tongue. Eric was picky about that shit, and really the only person you’ve ever seen him not correct or kill for calling him anything other than Eric (or especially Blade) was Whistler.

Eric only hums and loosens his grip on your hair though, scratching carefully over your scalp as you eye him.

No biting comment. Not even a warning look. He doesn’t seem to have caught the abbreviation at all.

Well.

You can’t imagine why he let you calling him outside his name slide, but you weren’t going to speak on it if he isn’t.

With a soft exhale you let your eyelids fall to half mast and nod for him; reconfirming. If he wanted you docile you could play at it for a bit, for him.

“I would’ve let your ass cum earlier if you weren’t so damn impatient,” he reminds you, never one to let you forget you’ve got a wound and he’s got plenty of salt.

You really ought to just deck him in the face, you muse as he strokes himself. There was just truly no way a day could go by without his ass doing far too much.

“Don’t push it,” you mutter.

Eric scoffs, having heard you crystal clear despite your distance and low pitch, and brings his hand down to cup your cheek.

For a few seconds he stays silent, just brushing the soft unblemished pad of his thumb over your brown skin, before his grip grows firm enough to keep your head in place. His hold doesn’t hurt, but it stays a steady reminder that he’s in charge right now and you don’t fight against that, letting him push his dick past your lips and begin thrusting slow and deep once more.

"Mmm, I'll let you cum eventually. All you have to do is listen."

With a noise of confirmation, you start bobbing your head, meeting his thrusts with each pass.

Eric groans low, thrusts deeply, and holds his dick there. The way his chest heaves registers as cute to you, so very human; seemingly too delicate for such a dangerous killer.

"Hn— fuck yes,” he rumbles.

You hum low in your throat, an idea popping into your mind when his hips snap forward on reflex and his pelvis rubs your inner lip against the area above your teeth where your fangs retreat. The pressure threatens to make them drop without your say so.

Silent, you grasp his shaft and slide him out of your mouth with a small pop.

“Y-n—”

"I’m not fucking with you, just hold on," you say, cutting him off as your freezing hand grasps his inferno of a dick.

If Eric minds it’s not enough for him to take himself back; only one of his eyebrows raise in question and that’s the extent of it.

Meeting his gaze, you let your fangs drop with a click — slow enough so he can see, but he still doesn’t stop you — and take his length in once more.

He moans.

Teeth protruding, you take him in until your nose is tucked against his pelvis, fangs scraping against his sensitive dick all the while. Have him swearing under his breath and his hands trembling as he clutches both at the back of your head; your mouth suctioned to him, his hands cushioned by your plush hair, and fingers sunk into your curls the only things keeping him upright.

Your eyes slide shut and you surrender completely to how he uses you, hands clenched painfully against your thighs and blood dilated drool gliding down your chin.

Eric’s head snaps back and his body trembles as his cum coats the back of your esophagus, a garbled shout tearing from his throat.

He holds you in place, likely watching how your throat bobs as you swallow his seed.

After a few minutes of him calming down, breathe hitching at the brush of your fangs when you retract them from his welted flesh and every time you subconsciously swallow, his grip softens and he releases his hold on your head entirely as he slips out of your mouth.

Eric laughs, low and steady and fucking perfect like he practically never does.

It’s only then that you remember to open your eyes and you blink slowly up to him.

His fangs are out now, a trickle of blood running down his chin from where he bit clean through his bottom lip, and his eyes…

You feel yourself sigh before you can stifle the urge, and undeniably he notices because those already bright eyes seem to glow with their amber as they meet yours.

Eric was prettier than one man had any right to be.

He puts his bloody, already healing, dick away and zips his pants back up. Something you’ll be sure to rectify after you’ve let the man sleep before you slip back into the night. Dhampir or not Eric shouldn’t have the beginnings of bags under his eyes, not with his healing factor.

But Eric’s inability to allow himself to slow down was something you had plenty of practice with amending by now; whether that be with a fight or a fuck.

“You gon let me get my hands on you now?”

Something like that.

With inhuman speed you crawl up Eric’s body. Strong shoulders and steady legs hold your weight without budging before his arms wrap around you to keep you in place.

“Bed,” you order, wrapping around him in turn, your ankles crossed at his back and arms around his shoulders.

You smile at him as he’s securing you, full-toothed and a little mean. Run the tips of your sharp manicured nails over the subtle indent of his scalp tattoo and the fine hairs prickling at the back of his head, and wait while he moves you both across the room.

“You’re eager,” Eric grunts, one corner of his mouth ticking up.

Laughing, you lean into him even more, lips grazing the shell of his ear and teeth nipping at his lobe.

“You’re the one carrying me.”

He cuts you a look and you shrug. He can’t tell you shit when you were clearly speaking the truth, though, and his mouth stays steady shut.

"Only the best for the greatest vampire hunter in the world," you snicker, kissing his cheek.

All the Daywalker does in the face of your teasing is grumble unintelligibly and then you’re falling through the air.

You’re flipping him off before you’ve even landed, and your middle finger is still in the air when you’re bouncing atop his mattress.

“Is this new?” you question immediately after, eyes panning over his black sheets and contemplating the higher level of cushion beneath your ass.

Color you surprised that was the way his new “friends’” influence has impacted him. Barely six months ago Eric wouldn’t have thrown away a t-shirt he’d been beaten and mauled in, just thrown it in the wash and stitched the shit back up “good as new”, let alone buy a new mattress without it having basically been split in half.

“Who convinced you— shit!” you exclaim, too slow to speed out of the way so Eric can’t catch you up.

He’s looming over you in a blur, smile almost boyish.

Eric hikes your leg over his hip, warm breathe fanning over your lips, “What I tell you about playing with me?”

The smile that pulls at your lips to meet his own is slow forming but wide.

You cock your head.

“Oh so when you’re in charge you get to fuck with me all you want, but I don’t get to do what I want with you when I am?”

��Stop being a smartass.”

"Having captured the attention of someone as rare as you, Daywalker, I don’t think I can be anymore." You brush your lips against his, taking the hand he’s not using to prop himself up and guiding it where you want him to be. "Now do what you promised, pretty boy," you coo, pressing his hand into your soaked underwear.

It’s damp with a mixture of natural slick and blood and Eric shivers, breath hitching, before quickly stripping you of your panties. The fabric rips and he doesn’t even blink at your noise of complaint, just makes sure you hook your other leg over his hip as he throws your soaked underwear to the ground.

When the dhampir moves to make out with you it’s smothering, the press of his lips all consuming, and the fangs that nip at you sharp. You match him kiss for kiss and bite for bite.

Eric grips your upper thigh tight and you dig the heel of your foot into the small of his back as his fingers glide across your wet folds.

A string of tiny curses and whines for more leave your lips at the sudden fullness of his fingers thrusting into you and his thumb teasing over your clit. Groaning into his mouth, you open your legs wider for him and arch into his touch, eyes squeezing shut.

"Nng, Eric please,” you moan into his skin, your hands scrambling up to wrap around his shoulders.

His pounding is relentless, only just missing your g-spot on every thrust, but you want more.

You sink your fingers into his cropped hair, yanking on his tight curls and pushing down at him with your other hand on his shoulder to urge him where you want.

Eric chuckles, letting up from your mouth to nip little welts down your throat and place tender kisses to your neck and collarbones as he moves his fingers, still simultaneously thrusting and rubbing your clit. It doesn’t take long till your legs are shaking uncontrollably against him and he’s hiking both over his shoulders though.

You nearly sob in relief when he finally runs the point of his fangs over your outer labia, engorged clit pulsing with the assistance of the stolen blood still in your veins (both Eric’s and not).

When Eric delves into your sex it’s with the vigor of a man starved. He licks and sucks and drinks his fill all while you’re bucking your hips into his mouth, muted unbidden whimpers falling past your kiss bitten lips.

His hands rub soothingly up and down your raised thighs, heedless of their trembling over your stomach and the way you let your chest heave.

"You about to come for me already?" he chuckles against your folds, voice cocky.

Not giving you time to snap at him he takes one of his hands off your thighs, trusting you to keep it up, and makes a point of waiting until you open your eyes to question his dawdling before making his next move. Eric locks eyes with you, rubbing two fingers through the pale red arousal pouring from your vagina with little urgency, and you’re a beat of his heart away from swiping at him for fucking with you when his fingers sink into your slick pussy.

You shout, that nebulous point of euphoria edging nearer.

His hand speeds up soon after. Once again giving you little mercy while he pistons his fingers in and out of you and your slick runs down your dewy skin without care for the sheets under you.

Vampiric claws scrape at Eric’s ink decorated shoulders as you pepper him with demands and bits of praise, only stopping to hiss out roughly in pleasure with your fangs bared when he takes to sucking on your clit like he’s trying to draw blood.

“Fuck,” you growl, eyes rolling to the back of your head and hips bucking wildly.

Eric pins you down, spread of his hands wide where he’s holding onto your thighs, and bites. The juncture between your leg and pelvis flares with pain and you choke before pitching into a wail and falling straight over the edge into an orgasm.

You barely have the mind to snap your arm up so you can bite into your forearm and muffle your noises as Eric sinks his fangs into you and drinks even more of his fill. And whatever crimson mead he got from your vagina clearly hadn’t been enough because the man was sucking on you like a damn Capri Sun.

“J— Jesus fuck, E,” you gasp, slumping into the bed.

Your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm. The sounds of his gulps the soundtrack to your hazy bliss.

When he’s finished Eric doesn’t lap at you the way you had his wrist; instead he pulls off, easing your legs to flop down to the bed too, and rubs his thumb over the trickles of blood running from your inner thigh.

He holds his thumb up to your lips and you open up to suck it into your mouth. Your ice cold blood is a cacophony of types. A mixture of AB, O, and B dance across your tongue while Eric gazes down at you like you’re the closest thing to a god he’ll ever need.

Eric removes his thumb, sucks at your saliva, and then slumps against you.

The vampire hunter kisses delicately over the undead umber skin of your forehead, the press of his lips soft and unscarred.

You let yourself sigh, stretching out your body as your refractory period ends, and tuck yourself under your occasional partner’s chin.

When Eric — big bad Blade — cradles you to his chest in turn your eyebrows tick up. Head resting against his chest, you drum the pads of your fingers over where his heart beats and go with it anyway.

“Touchy,” you hum lowly.

Eric grunts in response, pretty much just ignoring the twinge of accusation in your voice.

You grin into his skin.

It was worth a shot.

“How long till you leave?” he asks, tone his poorest attempt at nonchalance yet even with his grumbling.

You sigh, shifting in his hold so you can look him in the face. His arms tighten around you, the gaze he pins you with shadowed with something too close to sorrow.

"As soon as possible," you say, a frown pulling at your ageless features. “I’ve got some time sensitive targets.”

“Mm,” he grunts. He looks away from you, jaw clenched. “So I’m outta luck.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that yet,” you say, moving to kiss the corner of his scowl. “I can spare a night.”

“Huh.” He squeezes at your hips. “You sure? Thought you’d be more into all that sleeping in coffins bullshit.”

You chuckle, tone dark. Skilled fingers brush across his jawline, touch delicate and nails sharp where they dip into his skin.

They don’t break blood, however.

And Eric doesn’t stop you besides.

Softly, you click your tongue, “I mean, I like a good coffin every once in a while. Frills, fluffy pillows, dark and locked tight, you know the drill.” Meeting his eyes, you smirk. Show him a little fang. “Your arms are good too, though.”

“Thanks.” Eric gives a grunt of a laugh, shaking his head.

He doesn’t remotely dislodge you though, and that shadow you could see slipping over his face stays askew over those pretty amber eyes still.

You could spare a night with Eric, be something of a haven of familiarity for him, before he embarked on another hunt and you went back to knocking out hearts in the name of human protection for breakfast.

Or you know…in the name of your own bloodlust.

Tomato, Tamato.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!!!!

Yeah, I tried.

The reader-insert isn’t on her period, I just kind of went the ‘blood is every bodily fluid’ route for the vampires here ala True Blood. And I know the rule is not to use teeth ever (and for good reason) but I just find the idea that vampires are built different fun.

Also, if this is bad you can tell me, but please be nice. I’ve been working on this thing all day and I’m tired. And honestly by the time I got to the reader-insert’s orgasm I only had four hours and thirty minutes left in the day.

Mind any typos, I’m half asleep rn, and I’ll probably catch them later.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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rayaswrittings · 1 year ago

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I just want to feel

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader

Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.

Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.

This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!

“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.

While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.

Colby would always come and get you from them.

“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.

“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.

You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.

You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.

The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.

Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.

At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.

That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.

When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.

But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.

“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.

The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.

You hated blood.

“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.

That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.

Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.

You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.

Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.

You never stopped thinking about that night.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”

One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.

“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.

“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.

“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.

“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.

“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”

“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.

“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.

“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.

“I uh… you know I-“

“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.

“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“

“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.

“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.

“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.

“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?

“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”

“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.

“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”

“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.

Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.

But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,

It was the way he’d look at you.

“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”

“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.

The tension between the two of you.

“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.

“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.

And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.

Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.

After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.

“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?

“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..

“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.

The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.

“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?

“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.

Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..

Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.

“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.

“Maybe we should take a small break?”

“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.

“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.

He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.

“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.

“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.

Why did you have to get drunk?

“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.

“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.

But did he want you to?

“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“

“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.

You wanted him.

“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.

Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.

His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.

But this only made you so much hornier.

His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.

And he knew it.

“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.

You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.

“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”

“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”

What?

No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?

“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.

“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.

“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”

“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“

“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go”

“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“

“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.

You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”

“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”

“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?

“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“

“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“

“Y/N”

“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“

“Y/N, I’m-“

“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.

Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.

But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?

A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.

Which you were.

After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.

It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?

He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.

His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.

Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”

You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.

“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.

“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.

“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”

“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.

This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.

You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.

He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.

“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”

The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.

“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.

And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.

Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.

“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.

“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.

“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.

You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.

“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.

Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.

“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.

“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.

“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.

“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.

His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.

“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more

meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.

He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.

You just wanted him.

From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.

“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.

“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.

“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”

“Colby… please—Jesus-“

“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”

Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.

“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.

“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.

It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.

You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…

“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.

“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”

Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”

Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.

You nod

“Sam is going to be so happy”