#god that fucking kills me every time he whips his head around

[watasemasaru]

devil: man if it weren't for boyd I'd have me piece of ava

dewey: if it weren't for boyd you and me could have a piece of the marshal

devil:

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

RAW [M] — Lee Seokmin

✧ If you're a freak and you know it, clap them cheeks ✧

In which Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend, fucks you raw for the first time, and ends up discovering his kinky side.

✧ Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], established relationship ♥ Pairing: female!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 6.3k+ ✦ Warnings: nsfw warnings under the cut! ✎ Notes: hope y'all enjoy this little seok fic I wrote for you 🤭 was feeling a little feral, so this concept fit my mood perfectly hehe ♕ Shout out:  thanks to my amazing bestie @whipped-for-kpop-fics for making me this masterpiece of a banner AND helping me brainstorm for this one. This one really couldn't have happened without you and your shrexy brain! I love youuuuu 💖 and thank you thank you thank you @wonuvs for beta-reading this for me!! Very much appreciated :3

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, spanking, raw sex (the title is there for a reason hehe), heavy breeding kink, feral seok dirty talk, messy creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)

You had every intention to hang the wet laundry out to dry on this beautiful sunny day. It was a simple task, really, one you could have completed in less than five minutes had you not let yourself get distracted. 

Said distraction came in the form of Lee Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend of four years, who had decided to take advantage of the nice weather and switch his usual gym session for a home workout in your garden.

It was quite the sight as he sat on the weight bench, his gorgeous sun-kissed arms and legs on full display, toned muscles pulling and coiling with every raise of his arms. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making his brown locks stick messily to his forehead. It was almost as if he was chiseled by the gods themselves with how absolutely breathtaking he looked in the bright and glowy sunlight.

You had to resist looking over every few seconds as you attempted to put the laundry pieces on the clothes line. But as the minutes passed, you quickly discovered that trying to suppress the urge to gawk at your hot boyfriend was a battle you weren’t going to win, especially when he was constantly releasing those sinful grunts that sent your mind into a frenzy. 

Before you knew it, the laundry was long forgotten. The only thing that was going through your mind in that moment was how much you wanted — no, needed — to feel Seokmin’s sweaty body against yours. Thanks to your busy and exhausting schedules, it had been a few days since you and your boyfriend last had sex, which, with a sex drive as high as yours, had driven your need for the man to an all time high. 

It was time to do something about that.

Your legs were already moving on their own accord as your hungry gaze settled on Seokmin’s thick thighs, a mischievous smile overtaking your features as you planned out your next move.

Your boyfriend was completely lost in his own world, totally oblivious to the thirsty thoughts floating around in your head as you crept up on him. The headphones he wore drowned out any distracting sounds as he focused on his reps, and with his eyes fully closed, he did not hear you approach him until it was already too late. 

“What the f— baby?!” Seokmin nearly dropped the two 8kg dumbbells he was holding when you jumped him out of nowhere, trapping him with your arms and legs like a clingy koala. 

“That’s me.” You giggled at the dazed look on your boyfriend’s face as you uncovered his ears.   

“What’s the meaning of this?” he breathed, carefully lowering his arms to place the dumbbells into the grass.

You licked your lips, shifting your hips slightly to get more comfortable. “What does it look like?”

“Like you’re trying to kill me,” he groaned before firmly planting his hands onto your sides to get you to stop rubbing against his crotch. 

A sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. “That’s what I was trying to go for.” 

“Oh, were you now?” He raised his eyebrows. “I was almost done with my workout, you know?”

“Hmm, that really sucks then.” You tangled your fingers in his messy hair. 

“Give me five more minutes,” he mumbled, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of your nails scratching along his sensitive scalp. 

“No,” you whined, immediately stopping all movement, much to your boyfriend's disappointment. “I need attention now. It's been too fucking long already.”

You didn't care how whiney you sounded. You needed him right at this moment, and you sure as hell weren't going to wait another minute, especially not for him to finish his damn workout. 

“But I'm sweaty,” he argued with a scrunch of his nose. 

You smirked at that, tightening your grip on his hair as you moved in closer, your lips now less than an inch apart. 

“Even better,” you whispered before teasingly brushing your lips against his. “You're fucking hot when you're sweaty,” you continued, which was followed by you shifting your hips once again, this time with a little more force. 

Seokmin released a sharp hiss at the throbbing sensation your hips left in their wake. The muscles in his thighs automatically tightened, and so did the grip on your waist, all of which you were more than excited about. You got him right where you wanted, and it was only a matter of time before he would take the bait. 

“You're the devil.”

“Only when I have to be.” You grinned, your big twinkling eyes glued to his face as you slowly began to trail one of your hands down his chest. You only stopped when you reached the now very prominent bulge in his black shorts. 

“Fucking hell,” Seokmin cursed under his breath when you gave him a little experimental squeeze. It was just a simple touch, but he already felt the arousal gradually starting to overtake his mind and body. Just a minute ago, he’d been in full workout mode, but now he suddenly couldn’t stop imagining you stuffed full with his cock, begging him to make you cum again and again until you could no longer move. 

You took advantage of the moment and closed the little bit of distance between you to pull him into a deep kiss. Seokmin didn’t resist, already having decided that he’d much rather spend his time pleasuring his pretty and horny girlfriend instead of finishing the remainder of his stupid arm reps. Besides, you were right. It had been a while since he’d gotten his dick wet, so if you wanted to change that, who was he to object?

It only took a few seconds before Seokmin’s lips were just as hungry and forceful as yours, pulling at your mouth with an eagerness that made your gut clench with anticipation. 

His hands navigated down to the swell of your ass, fingers digging roughly into the soft fabric of the yellow sundress you were wearing to press you into his growing erection. You moaned into the kiss at the sudden shift, your own hands moving to grasp at whatever piece of bare skin you could find as you felt yourself grow hotter by the second. 

Your patience was slowly beginning to run thin the longer you sat in his lap with your panties soaked and your neglected cunt begging to be filled. You honestly hadn't felt this needy in a while, so you really didn't want to deprive yourself of Seokmin’s dick for much longer. And you prayed that he felt the same. 

You knew the man liked to drag the whole thing out with a shit ton of foreplay, which often included endless make out sessions and bringing you to multiple squirting climaxes before he even got to fuck you. It was the whole reason sex with Seokmin had become one of your favorite pastime activities in the first place. 

Your boyfriend was a natural at pleasuring you, and he had been since day one. You quickly learned that faking pleasure and Seokmin could never belong in the same sentence. In fact, more often than not, you’ve had to beg him to stop making you cum for fear of passing out from over stimulation. But even in those moments, he usually still managed to pull another few mind-shattering orgasms out of you like the magician he was, and you were certainly not complaining. 

It was just that right now, in this particular moment, you needed him to skip the long foreplay and fastforward to the part where he fucked you stupid. 

“Min, I need you inside me so bad,” you whimpered in between kisses, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint and give you just that. 

He did not get it. 

All you got out of it was an appreciative grunt and a harsh squeeze to your backside that did nothing to satiate the pulsing ache in your pussy. 

Accepting that you were just going to have to speed things up yourself, your hand sneakily found the waistband of his shorts, fingers already tugging the material out of the way to grab a hold of his hard dick. If everything worked out in your favor, you'd be sitting on it within the next twenty seconds. 

“Fuck, baby,” Seokmin groaned, one of his hands clasping around your wrist before you even had the chance to wiggle your hand inside his shorts. “Why don't we go inside before we start ripping off clothes, hmm?”

“No.” Confusion. That’s the emotion that flashed across your boyfriend’s face at the sound of your outright no. 

“No? But I thought you wanted to…?” He frowned, slightly loosening his hold on you when he thought you didn’t want to continue. 

You quickly wrapped his arms back around your waist before grasping his face in your hands. 

“Oh, I do.” A cheeky grin pulled at your mouth. “Right here. You're fucking me here.”

“Right here? O-outside?” Seokmin stuttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he seemed to process your words. 

Although your sex life was pretty active and more than satisfying, you couldn’t exactly call it adventurous. Despite many of your close friends believing that you and Seokmin were a couple of kinky fuckers, your sexual escapades were usually limited to your bedroom and definitely more on the vanilla side of the spectrum. 

Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. On the contrary, even the most vanilla sex with him felt a hundred times better than the riskier and more experimental sex you’d engaged in with some of your exes, so you didn’t even really miss it. Still, sometimes — like right now — you wished he’d just throw you around and fuck you into the next day for everyone to see. 

You were, however, very much aware that asking him to fuck you in the garden was a complete one-eighty from your usual bedroom adventures, and it could potentially get you caught by your nosy old neighbors, which was definitely a con. But then again, you were feeling unusually risky today, so you honestly couldn't care less who got to see you getting railed. Your only concern right now was soothing the ache in your throbbing cunt. 

All you had to do was convince your lovely, handsome boyfriend to make that happen. 

“Yes, right here.” You nodded and reached up to undo the first two buttons of your dress, taking note of how your boyfriend's eyes automatically gravitated towards your fingers. “Got a problem with that?”

“Well, uh…” Seokmin swallowed thickly as you popped three more buttons, exposing the strapless, lacy, white see-through bra you were wearing underneath. Your hard peaks were poking right through the flimsy material, which made it nearly impossible for him to rip his eyes away from the arousing sight. Your boyfriend was a sucker for your boobs — or any part of your body for that matter — which is exactly why you hoped the next part of your plan would work.

“I think— uh…” He tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed terribly when you popped another three buttons, his eyes following diligently as your action revealed the smooth skin of your stomach. “What I’m trying to s— that…”

By the time you popped the remaining three buttons, Seokmin had completely forgotten what he was going to say. His eyes were practically glued to your body, in particular to the matching see-through panties that left little to the imagination. They gave him a perfect view of your puffy folds and the arousal seeping through the already drenched material. 

Seokmin was — understandably —  having a hard time keeping it all together.

“Well?” You suppressed a grin to hide the fact that you were thoroughly enjoying the effect you had on your handsome boyfriend. “You gonna help me undress or do I have to do everything myself?”

You got your answer when he planted his lips back on yours without another word, hardly giving you a second to breathe as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You instantly melted against him as your body flooded with heat once more, your hands fumbling to grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Seokmin’s fingers made quick work of your bra, skillfully unclasping the constricting garment and throwing it carelessly in the grass. He took a moment to admire your newly exposed flesh, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before they drifted back down to the drenched panties hugging your cunt. 

He subconsciously licked his lips as he imagined his face buried between your legs, drowning himself in the taste of your sweet juices while you screamed out his name. 

“Stop staring like a creep and do something, please.” Your hand was back in his hair, fingers tightly gripping onto his locks as you pulled at his head, forcing him to rip his eyes away from your pussy and back up to your face. 

“You want me to do something?” An amused smile took over your boyfriend's features as he took in your desperate expression. 

“Yes!” you nearly cried, feeling seconds away completely losing your shit. “I swear to god, Seokmin. If your dick is not inside me within the next twenty seconds I’ll d— ah!”

You didn’t get to finish the rest of your sentence as you were cut off by your own shriek, eyes going wide with shock as you gaped at a smug-looking Seokmin. Just a second ago, you’d been sitting in his lap, but now you suddenly found yourself trapped beneath him, sprawled out on the metal workout bench and completely at his mercy.  

“You'll do what, baby?” Seokmin smirked triumphantly at your stunned face.

“Forget that,” you breathed, using the grip you had on his hair to pull him in for another kiss. “Fuck, that was hot. I want more where that came from.”

“Noted.” His eyes darkened as he pulled back slightly, and you released the grip you had on his head to allow him to lean back further. 

Your belly fluttered with anticipation when he moved the fabric of your dress aside to make contact with your bare skin. His hands teasingly began to trail down your sides, sending a series of tingles down your spine as you let your mind run wild with desire. 

A shaky breath left your mouth when your boyfriend hooked his fingers into your underwear, excitement filling your body instantly. You were already starting to lift your hips, eager to help him get rid of the one thing separating your cunt from his hungry gaze. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to pin you back down and tear your panties right off your body with a single move. You were left speechless once again, watching as your boyfriend proudly held up the torn lace before letting it fall to the ground. 

That was definitely going on your ‘Hottest Lee Seokmin Moments’ list.  

“You’re really trying to drive me insane over here,” you mumbled when you’d finally found your voice again. 

“You ask, I deliver.” Seokmin chuckled and continued to pull his shirt over his head in one smooth movement, revealing a set of mouthwatering glistening abs and a little dark happy trail that disappeared into his black shorts.

“Good.” Your eyes shifted back up to his with a new determination, your legs slightly opening to give him a nice view of your slick cunt. “Then I’m asking you to fuck me next.” 

With one hand, you reached for the waistband of his shorts, fully intent on tugging it down just enough so you could pull his dick out and guide it into your dripping hole. 

But Seokmin had other plans. 

“Now what?” you whined when his hands stopped you mid-move, wrapping themselves around your wrists just like he’d done before.

What would it take for a girl to get some dick from her boyfriend?

“Not so fast, baby. I'm gonna take care of you first.”

You shook your head in protest. “But I don’t want to wait any longer, Min. Please.”

“Do you want my dick or not, baby?” You’d never nodded faster. “Then be a good girl and spread those legs wider for me.”

That little command had you automatically spread your legs wider, a soft moan rolling off your lips as your walls clenched hard around nothing. Never in the time you’d been with Seokmin had he called you a good girl, but you found that you liked it… a lot. And you wouldn’t mind if he called you that more often from now on. 

“Oh? Does my baby like being called a good girl?” Seokmin smirked, his dark orbs burning into your own as he pushed your legs back as far as you could manage.

“Yes, fuck… so hot,” you whimpered, your legs twitching when you felt his hot breath ghost over your glossy cunt. 

“Keep being good and I’ll keep calling you that,” he murmured right before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.  

The debauched moan you released in response was enough to make Seokmin’s cock jerk uncontrollably inside his shorts. In return, he released a deep groan of appreciation, sending a wave of delicious vibrations to your core that automatically had you try to clamp your legs around your boyfriend's head. But Seokmin, who was way ahead of you, had such a tight hold on your thighs that it was nearly impossible to move. 

He used that grip to bury his entire face in your pussy, hardly giving himself room to breathe to completely drown himself in the taste of you, determined to get you to squirt your juices all over his face. 

With his skillful tongue alternating between flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure in all the right spots to bring you to the edge, it took less than a minute before you were moaning his name like a mad woman.

Seokmin relished in the lewd sounds he pulled from you, and the way you desperately gripped at his hair to steady yourself as he devoured you, completely drunk on the taste of your pussy. His dick was painfully hard, straining against the inside of his shorts, practically begging him to relieve some of that agonizing tension. But in all honesty, chasing his own pleasure was the last thing on his mind right now. All that mattered was you, your climax, and nothing else.

It was even at the point that he'd momentarily forgotten you were doing all of this outside, in the garden, where any neighbor would be able to hear or see the obscene things he was doing to you. Not too long ago, Seokmin would have reeled at the thought of engaging in risky public sex, but now, here he was, eating you out in the garden and enjoying every bit of it, not a single fuck given. 

You found yourself in a similar position, eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body twitching and shuddering from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your nerves. It wasn’t exactly how you’d planned things to go — still no dick — but it certainly helped quench the worst of your sexual cravings. The way the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue said enough. 

“F-fuck that’s gonna make me cum so fast, holy shit!” you whimpered when your boyfriend suddenly slid two of his long fingers inside you, immediately curling them up to press against that sensitive spot he knew would make you lose your mind. 

Seokmin only hummed against your pussy, his eyes catching yours as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a devilish smirk. Then, his hand was speeding up, fingers mercilessly batting against your sweet spot while his tongue lapped at your swollen clit. He watched you succumb to the pleasure with hungry eyes, your face contorted in pure ecstasy as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got. 

“You like that, baby?” your boyfriend rasped, his mouth briefly detaching from your clit. 

Your cunt clenched around his fingers in response, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a needy whine since you couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with a sane response with how scrambled your mind was.

That was met with a sharp nip at your swollen nub.

“Answer me,” Seokmin growled, apparently not satisfied with your lack of words.

You yelped loudly at the unexpected but very welcoming stinging sensation that had your nerves singing with pleasure. “Shit— yes! I fucking do!”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised with a harsh slap to your inner thigh before taking your clit back between his wet lips.

The sound of the pet name unraveled something inside you, drawing every muscle in your body taut as you were abruptly thrown over the edge. The full force of your toe-curling orgasm caused you to cry out your boyfriend’s name, your legs trapping his head between your thighs while drenching his pretty face with your arousal. 

Seokmin was perfectly content like that, groaning into your cunt like a starved man as he tried to catch every last drop of your slick with his mouth. Even when you began pushing at his head to get him away from your overstimulated pussy, it took him another twenty seconds before he finally detached himself, looking up at you with a dopey, satisfied grin and his chin dripping with your arousal. 

“You’re insatiable, Lee Seokmin,” you rasped, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the intense high you’d just experienced. 

Said man leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss right below your belly button.

“Yes,” He moved up slightly, this time placing a kiss right above it, “I am.” His lips trailed over your breast, goosebumps forming along the way, “But…” He nipped at your neck, “you…” he whispered, his lips hovering right above yours, “were so good for me,” he finished, capturing your lips into another heated kiss.

The taste of yourself on your boyfriend’s lips lit a new fire inside your belly, your skin flushing hot with a new surge of desire. It also didn’t help that his hands were back on your thighs, kneading and rubbing at them, making every one of your nerve endings come back to life under his scorching touch. 

“Min, get your dick out and fuck me,” you mumbled against his lips, determined to not take no for an answer this time. 

Seokmin was fully prepared to give into your demands this time, no longer wanting to tease you because he was feeling just as desperate and eager to be inside you. There was, however,  just one little thing he hadn’t thought of before. But now with you sprawled out before him in all your naked glory, begging for his cock, the little voice in the back of his mind decided to make an appearance. 

“Fuck.” He grimaced. “Just hold on, okay? I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning forward to kiss you softly before making a move to get up. 

You quickly grabbed onto his arm to stop him, confusion taking over your features at the sudden switch in mood.  

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“Condoms… don’t have any on me. I’ll quickly grab one from inside.”

“We don’t need them,” you blurted out, immediately biting your bottom lip when you realized what you'd said.

Seokmin’s eyes visibly widened at your bold suggestion. “But you're not on any birth control. I could actually get you pregnant.”

“Would it really be that bad?” At that, the man’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

The topic of kids was nothing new between the two of you. It had come up on multiple occasions during the span of your relationship, and it was pretty clear that both you and Seokmin loved kids. The both of you always jumped at the chance of babysitting his two year-old nephew whenever Seokmin’s sister and her husband needed someone to watch him, happy to spoil him and play with him as if he was your own. 

It was no secret that you wanted a big family, and so did Seokmin, so that wasn’t the reason he was a little hesitant to fuck you without protection. He just really didn’t want you to regret anything if you did end up pregnant by the end of it, because a child was a big responsibility after all. 

But he also couldn’t deny that he wasn’t tempted by the idea of your warm walls hugging his dick without anything in the way, and being able to empty his load inside your greedy, slick-covered hole like he’d always wanted to do. 

It was hard not to give in to that, especially when you were looking at him with those big, seductive eyes of yours.

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” you shot back, a mix of determination and lust adorning your face as you challenged your boyfriend. 

Seokmin frowned, running a hand through his damp hair. “We should think about this…”

“I already did, and I want this. I wanna feel you… all of you… inside me.” You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster. 

“Fuck, you’re not making it easy for me,” your boyfriend sighed, feeling completely torn between doing the responsible thing and giving in to his carnal desires. 

“Then stop thinking and just fill me with cum.”

Seokmin gulped, letting out a shaky breath as he felt himself slowly start to lose the battle.

“Shit. Are you absolutely sure about this? Is this really what you want, baby?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of the bench to cage you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to touch your nose to his. “If you're asking me if I want you to fuck a baby in me then yes, I totally want that,” you breathed, a small smile gracing your face.

Seokmin’s dick twitched in his shorts at your declaration, unlocking a new level of desire that he didn’t know existed. His body was full-on buzzing, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he felt the gears in his mind switch to a whole different setting. 

You noticed the change in your boyfriend the moment the words had left your lips, the uncertain expression that had been on his face just now making way for a much more ominous expression, one you didn’t quite recognize. 

“Min?” 

“Bend over.” 

“O-okay.” The slight edge to his tone had you scrambling to turn around for him, nearly causing you to fall off the bench in the process as your legs got tangled up in your dress. You planned to rip the clothing piece off your body to make your life easier, but the sudden hand pinning your wrist to your back made that impossible.

“Dress stays on,” your boyfriend’s low voice sounded from behind you as you felt him flip up the material to reveal the supple skin of your ass.

You were about to protest, but the harsh slap to your behind that followed made you think twice about opening your mouth. The impact of his hand connecting with your tender skin pulled a soft whine from you, leaving you with a pleasant stinging sensation that sent a hot streak of arousal right down to your pussy. 

There was barely any time to recover from the first slap before he delivered a second one, this one even more intense and brutal than the last one, forcing you to fight down a scream as you jolted forward, barely able to keep your balance since you only had one hand available to steady yourself. 

Your boyfriend was no stranger to delivering the occasional slap to your ass, but it had always been in a loving kind of way and never like this… so rough and thrilling. So if this kind of spanking was your boyfriend’s reaction to seeing you bent over in your half-discarded dress, then you had no problem keeping it on.

“Such a good girl for me,” Seokmin groaned, his cock twitching once again as he watched your ass jiggle for a third time when his hand reconnected with your delicate flesh. You could only moan in response as you felt yourself get wetter with every slap, hand gripping onto the bench for dear life while you let your boyfriend have his way with you. 

Only after the tenth slap or so, when Seokmin noticed your legs were close to giving out on you, he released the wrist he was holding and allowed you to take a breather while he rushed to shove his shorts and underwear down his legs, finally freeing the raging boner he’d been neglecting for the past twenty minutes.

The man didn’t waste any time as he grabbed onto your waist with one hand, lining up his engorged tip with your dripping cunt with the other. 

A shudder ripped through him when he pushed forward, greedy eyes fixed on his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks, slowly getting enveloped by your tight walls as they made room for him. 

It was unlike any feeling Seokmin had ever experienced. Although he was barely halfway inside, he was sure he wasn’t going to last as long as he usually would have. Without the usual barrier in the way, he was able to feel it all, every little sensation — the warmth radiating off your walls as he slid in further, your creamy slick drenching his cock from head to base — it took everything in him to stop himself from bursting as he imagined how good you’d look with your ripe cunt stuffed full of his seed. 

Seokmin’s pupils were fully blown by the time your ass connected with his pelvis, his jaw clenched and the grip on your waist bordering on bruising as he momentarily stilled to let you both get used to the new feeling. 

You weren’t doing much better, trying to deal with the blissful ache whirling in your stomach as you tried to accommodate the familiar stretch. Only this time, you were able to actually feel the bulging veins forking along his length as they throbbed against your inner walls in the most intoxicating way. 

“Shit, Min,” you moaned, tightening your grip on the bench, “Just fuck me already. Feels so damn good like this.”

At your plea, Seokmin pulled his hips back slightly, slowly dragging his throbbing tip along your sensitive walls before abruptly burying his entire girth back inside your warm cunt with a loud groan.

“Yeah? Like that?”

“Yes… harder,” you whined, impatiently wiggling your ass in search of more of that delicious friction. 

“Fucking gladly,” he muttered, moving one of his hands to your shoulder before repeating the motion again, only this time with a lot more force and speed, which earned him a series of salacious moans that went straight down to his pulsing cock.  

It didn't take long for Seokmin to completely lose every bit of sanity he possessed as he vigorously drove his hips into your ass, your pussy squelching loudly every time his cock slammed back inside your slippery hole. 

He’d never felt like this before… fully overtaken by this primal need to breed you like the good girl you were, completely set on ruining you with his cock and stuffing load after load of cum inside your hot cunt until you couldn’t fit anymore. 

The regular Seokmin, aka the sweet man who made you breakfast every day and made sure you had absolutely everything you could wish for, would have been a messy blushing puddle with all these nasty thoughts running through his mind. But this Seokmin, the pussy drunk, sex-crazed man who was fucking you as if his life depended on it, only felt himself get more riled up with every new lewd thought that entered his mind, not feeling bashful in the slightest. 

You honestly didn’t know where the hell this Seokmin had come from, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be the last of him. His rough thrusts had you feeling like a complete wreck in the best sense of the word, causing you to release an obscene number of sounds you didn’t even know you could make. It was no doubt the best dicking your boyfriend had ever given you, but too much for your body to keep up — you discovered that when your legs suddenly decided to give out on you mid-thrust. 

Fortunately, your boyfriend was prepared and caught you just in time, firmly wrapping one of his beefy arms around your tits to press you against his bare chest, while his free hand clamped around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head up to the clear blue sky as he continued to pound into your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, gonna fill this pussy,” Seokmin growled into your ear, his breath hot against the side of your face. “Gonna fill it with my cum, fucking show the world you’re mine… get your pretty belly round with my baby,” he continued, never slowing down his unrelenting pace.

“God, yes!” you moaned, eyes once again rolling to the back of your head as your walls fluttered in response to the filth rolling off your boyfriend’s tongue. 

“Dirty girl. You like the thought of me fucking a baby into you?”

”Y-yes, fuck… want it, want your baby!” 

You didn’t think it was possible but Seokmin’s hips sped up even more after you’d said that, making you cry out loud as you clung onto his forearm to center yourself.

“Gonna fill you up like you deserve, stuff you full till you can’t walk. This pussy is fucking mine… mine to claim.” Seokmin had fully lost himself at this point, spewing all the filth he could think of, completely and utterly enthralled by your sweet raw cunt sucking him in so deliciously.

“Oh god, Min, need you to cum in me,” you rasped, feeling the coil in your stomach start to wind and tighten as your boyfriend continuously battered against your sweet spot. 

“So fucking desperate. Such a good girl.” That was the moment Seokmin released your throat and lowered his hand to attach his fingers to your clit, rubbing sloppy figure eights into it while his dick continued to stretch you out.

“Faster… faster,” you urged, feeling your body tense at the sudden surge of pleasure shooting through you. 

Seokmin listened to your pleas and sped up his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, right there,” you whined, feeling like you couldn’t hold it anymore. “Gonna cum… gonna cum!”

White briefly flashed before your eyes as you came with a choked gargle of your boyfriend’s name, your cunt clenching around his cock as your body shook violently from the overwhelming sensations. 

Seokmin didn’t stop at that, feeling like he was seconds away from reaching his own high. With your fluttering cunt continuing to hold his dick in a chokehold, and you begging for his cum in his ear, it didn’t take him long to get there. 

With one last well-timed thrust, Seokmin buried himself all the way inside you, letting his own orgasm wash over him as he felt the first spurts of cum coat your inner walls. Both of you groaned in delight at the unfamiliar but arousing feeling of Seokmin’s cum filling you up for the first time. 

Heat bloomed inside you as your boyfriend continued to spill inside you, holding tightly onto you as he rode out the remainder of his climax. 

“Fuck, Min, so much cum,” you whimpered when you felt his seed begin to drip out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs. That’s how much there was. It felt like there was no end to it. 

“Pussy feels so fucking good, can’t stop cumming,” he panted against your neck, moving his hands to rest on the smooth skin of your stomach.

You smirked, tightening your walls momentarily to pull a little whine from your boyfriend.

“Well, let’s say that I’m not complaining.”

Only when Seokmin’s cock had fully softened and there really was no more cum to give, he reluctantly pulled out of you, not being able to stop himself from gawking at the big globs of cum dripping out of your pussy with his cock no longer holding it in. 

“Min?”

”Huh?” 

Despite your extremely wobbly legs, you managed to turn around and threw yourself at the man in front of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stared into his eyes with a cheeky smile on your face. 

“I love you, you know that? You’re a fucking freak!” 

Seokmin’s cheeks began to flush at your exclamation, his eyes quickly averting yours in an attempt to escape your intense gaze. 

“Oh…. uh, that? Well…” he stammered, one of hands coming up to rub at his neck.

“Are you seriously acting all shy on me now when you just fucked my brains out?” You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Well, when you put it like that…” He chuckled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Promise me you’re gonna show this side of you more often.”

Seokmin raised his brows in surprise. “You sure? It wasn’t too much?”

“Fuck no.” You shook your head. “It was definitely some of the best dick you’ve given me.”

“I guess I have no choice then, do I?” He smiled widely.

“Nope. Besides,” You leaned in to kiss him softly before whispering seductively, “if you wanna give me a baby, we better do that many more times, just to be sure.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Then your boyfriend scooped you up without another word, your surprised shriek echoing through the garden as he hurried to rush you inside the house, eager to do it all over again.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Could I request a Negan fic where he reassures a plus-size reader that she's sexy and desirable? Preferably with smut if possible! If not, that's understandable as well! Thank you either way for your time!!

of course you can💗

summary - with all these women wanting negan’s attention, you begin to feel like he could do better.

warning - self hate, self doubt, slight jealousy, swearing, smut, zombies, daddy kink, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips.

Another day went on and you watched another survivor flaunt themselves in front of Negan, hoping to gain his attention. You pushed your seat back and left the room in a hurry, not wanting to watch anymore.

You decide to take a shower, feeling dirty and in need of some thinking time. You don’t hear Negan enter the room, leaning against the doorway, neither do you notice him when you step out and look at yourself in the mirror, slowly tracing your fingers over the places you hate.

“Why’re you looking at my body like that?” You jump, letting out a squeak, whipping your head around to look at him. Negan’s brow raises, “I’m waiting, Sugar.”

“Is not your body…” You grumble, mumbling under your breath.

He smirks, pushing off the doorway and stalking towards you, cornering you into the bathroom counter. “The fuck you say to me, Sugar? You are mine, meaning this body is mine and I don’t appreciate how you are looking at it.” Your thighs clench together as he practically growls. “Now tell me.”

“…I don’t know why you want me, I’ll understand if you want the others.” You felt so exposed and aroused with Negan pressed against you.

“Where the shit did this come from, Sweetheart?” He grips your chin in his hand making you look at him. “You think I want them? Do you know how long it took me to get you, Sweetness? So fucking long and I ain’t giving that up for some easy lay.”

“I’m yours.” He spins you around, pressing harder into you, still holding your chin as he makes you look at yourself in the mirror. “Ya see what I see? A fucking goddess, look at these fucking tits.” You whimper when he grabs them, squeezing and jiggling them. “My god, these tits are in my fucking dreams. All I can think bout is suffocating myself in them or shoving my dick between them, making you watch as I fuck them.”

“Negan…”

“Shut up. You’re gonna listen to me and then I’m gonna fuck you.” He groans, reaching back and grabbing your arse. “This fucking arse. You should know, half the men I’ve killed weren’t cause of the crimes I said. No, I killed them for looking at what’s mine, talking bout you in ways only I can talk about you.” You moan as he continues squeezing and spanking your arse before his hands move again.

“And these thighs, fuck. Love when you suffocate me with them or wrap them around me as I fuck you. Get so fucking hard when you walk, talk, breathe. Fucking everything you do gets me hard.”

His hands skim your stomach. “Love me a full woman. There’s just something so comforting and homey about one. Ya feel like home, Sugar.” Negan nuzzles his face into your neck, causing tingles to spread as his beard rubs against you.

You moan when he slides into you, you didn’t even know he had taken his cock out. “Now, this cunt. My favourite fucking thing, it’s like Christmas morning every time I slide inside or taste it. You’re my fucking present, baby. Fuck, always feel so fucking tight.” He grips your chin, turning your head and placing a kiss on your lips. “You want me to fuck you in front of everyone, baby? Might have to leave a mark on you so they know you’re mine. Better yet, you leave one on me.”

You clench around him, gripping the bathroom counter as he fucks into you harder and faster, gripping your hips with a bruising grip. Your eyes connect with his in the reflection causing you to squeeze him even tighter. “N—Neg—!”

His hand comes down on your arse hard. “That’s not my name, Sugar. C’mon, what’s my name?” He growls, pounding deeper.

“Daddy!” You scream, cumming so hard your eyes roll back and vision becomes white.

“That’s my girl.” He buries deep into you, filling you up. Negan spins you without pulling out, causing you to face him. “C’mon, mark me, Sugar.”

Your brows furrow.

Negan raises his. “I’m serious, Sweets.” He leans down and moans as you latch onto his neck, sucking, nipping and licking. Pulling back to reveal a large hickey. “Good girl.”

After that, everyone knew he was yours.

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Imagine being Feitan’s cute chubby!wife. You’re a literal walking ray of sunshine. Foster kittens, volunteer at shelters, wear the cutest bright colored dresses.

The entire troupe is genuinely SHOCKED when he introduces you to them. How can a twisted guy like himself have such a cute wife?? Shalnark is super jealous.

Bros like “hey babygirl he can’t handle all that, but I can 😏”

If looks were enough to kill Shalnark would be six feet under!!!

“Mine.”

Feitan just wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You just giggle and kiss his cheek. They fucking GASP.

“HOLY SHIT it’s not a joke oh my god!!”

Phinks is losing it. Chrollo is just giving his blessing and happy Feitan found someone. Uvogin is also shamelessly flirting with you and chrollo has to break him and feitan up before they kill each other.

You just laugh and cover Feitan’s face in kisses, which he accepts with an embarrassed tut.

“Sorry boys, but Fei is the only one taking me home tonight.”

Feitan is very shameless about his love for you. Grabs your ass in public, whispers dirty things in your ear. Doesn’t usually care who’s around, you are his and he isn’t afraid to show t. The only people that don’t see his PDA are the Phantom Troupe because he doesn’t want them thinking he’s gone soft(he has, you have him WHIPPED).

He’s a bit boney, so really enjoys cuddling up with his chubby wife. Your hands are soft, and his are calloused from a hard life. You kiss every scar he has and tell him how handsome he is every chance you get. He wonders what he did to deserve this love you give him.

Phinks is the only one he trusts enough to watch over you when he has a solo mission. You fix up all his injuries when he gets home with the sweetest of smiles.

You aren’t officially married, but it’s official in your minds. He doesn’t want to spend his life with anyone else.

Loves to just lay face first in your boobs while you hum to him, stroking his head. Though be careful he is mischievous and might bite your tiddy… you have been warned.

So gentle with his fragile wife, carries you like you’re made of glass. First time he tried to pick you up, you squeak out in protest. He easily picks you up, scoffing.

“Easy. Think I’m weak?”

“N-no, just thought I was too heavy!”

He lifts an eyebrow and holds you with one arm, his hand low key fondling your butt.

“Not heavy. Little wife.”

He’s so in love with you he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Would do anything for you.

A/N: send feitan requests PLS

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

It was just a dream

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: So this is based on This request that @taintedcigs got and she gave me permission to write it because it’s kind of heavy. The request is based on reader dreaming about crying at Eddie’s grave but I did change it to you having a dream about the day he almost died. That’s just the way it came to me personally. You have a dream about the day Eddie dies, but you wake him in his arms, and he comforts you in every way possible. WK: 3k.

Warnings: In beginning of the fic although it is a dream I do describe Eddie’s death so read with caution if that upsets you, unprotected p in v, love making, fingering, hurt/comfort, Eddie being the sweetest goofball, fluff. 18+MNDI!!

A/N: I’ve never written a single thing where I acknowledge “the scene” or Eddie dying, ever. Like I always write AU with no upside down. But after seeing those photos yesterday I’ve been feeling very emotional and I saw this request and idk it just kinda came to me. I did cry writing it, but it also comforted me a lot. But pls pls read with caution if this might be upsetting for you. Thank you to my lovely @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for beta reading for me. Sending everybody love.🖤

The muscles in your legs are screaming and your lungs burn with each step you take. The grey particle filled air feels like it’s filling your organs with each intake of breath. But it’s nothing compared to the tearing feeling in your heart, the anxiety and fear coursing through you pushing your aching body to keep running. The massive bite shaped gash in your calf is a distant sensation as your eyes zero in on the swarm of bats, eagerly searching for any signs of him.

“God fucking damn it, Eddie. Fuck!”

Tears stream down your cheeks and your throat is raw from the curses and screams you’ve been letting out for the last few minutes. At least you think it’s been minutes. It truly felt like it’s been hours since you watched him cut that rope. You screamed so loud you felt like your ear drums were going to burst. You scrambled back through the gate, injured leg be damned.

The minute you hit the ground, you didn’t stop. Not when you heard something in your shoulder crack, not when you heard Dustin screaming after you. You didn’t stop when one of those bats flew directly at you, you just ran faster, jabbing your spear directly into its heart as you went. And you weren’t going to stop. Not until you reached Eddie. You couldn’t. They’d have to kill you first.

The adrenaline in your body continued to push you forward, only a few feet away from the swarm now. You tried your best to focus your eyes through the endless streams of tears falling from them, and it took a few seconds but you finally saw him. Your heart lurched when you saw he was still standing, his shield held above him. It somehow gave you the strength to run faster, your spear slashing through the air at the bats to get to him.

“EDDIE!!!!!!!!!”

His head whips in your direction at the sound of your voice, a shocked look on his face. In the same moment he looks away a bat lunges at his side, taking a large bite out of him, causing him to cry out in pain.

“EDDIE NO!!”

You shove your spear into the bat that’s latched onto him and it lets out a shriek as it dies. Your relief is short lived because there’s a sudden stabbing pain in your already stinging shoulder and another one in your bicep.

“BABY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! FUCK!”

Eddie can’t believe you’re here, you weren’t supposed to follow him. He knew he wasn’t making it out of this, and now he was going to take you with him. He never should’ve cut that rope. He slams his spear against the bat on your shoulder, while you shove your nails into the one on your bicep. But it’s no use, you’re surrounded. Every time you get one off, two more are on you, and he’s starting to feel weak.

In that moment he does the only thing he can think to do, he wraps his arms around you, tackling you to the ground. His covers his body with yours, his arms on each side of your head, his face hovering above yours so your eyes can meet.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears fall from his eyes and onto your cheeks, pooling together with the ones leaving your own eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You soothe him, your bloodied hands reaching up to cradle his face. His eyes are shut now, his body tensing over and over as he uses it to shield yours against the bats attacks. “At least we are together, yeah? Kiss me.”

He obligees, his dirty sweat stained lips meeting yours in a desperate kiss. He kisses you over and over until he physically can’t anymore. His head lulling to the side against your chest. You hold onto him for dear life, barely even feeling the chunks you’re sure are being taken out of your forearms. You feel like it’s never going to end, until suddenly it does. The attacks all stop at once, a chorus of thuds sounding around you. Then you hear Dustin’s voice calling your names, it’s distant, but it’s there.

“Eddie, Eddie, they’re dead.” You shake him slightly and he groans. “You gotta get off me so I can take a look at you baby.”

“Oh my god!! Are you guys okay!?” You see Dustin’s panicked face standing over you and you wish you had it in you to make a sarcastic remark about how you’re obviously not, but you don’t.

“Dustin! Help me, help me roll him over, please.” You practically beg him, your sobs still haven’t stopped, the shallowness of Eddie’s breath taking away any relief you felt about the bats being gone.

Dustin bends down, rolling Eddie off you as carefully as he can. Eddie whimpers when his back hits the ground and you immediately shoot up right, leaning over him.

“Eddie, sweetie, can you look at me?”

“Bad, huh?” He groans, a slight smirk still somehow present on his face.

“No no, Eddie you’re gonna be okay.” Dustin is on his knees how, trying to access Eddie’s injuries through his panic.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Your heart breaks at the sound of his voice, this can’t be fucking happening.

“No, baby, you didn’t. But we’re gonna get you okay of here, okay?” You grab rub your thumbs over his temples, resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah, we just gotta get you to a hospital, come on, you guys gotta get up.” Dustin begs, tears fall from his eyes and it breaks your heart even more. You hate that he has to see this.

“I just… I need a second.” Eddie groans, his hand weakly reaches for your face, cupping it like he’s done a thousand times before, like you’re scared he will never do again. “I love you, I love you so much baby. You’re my everything, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you Eddie, I love you. It’s gonna be okay don’t apologize because it’s gonna be okay.” You rub your nose against his, he feels cold and his breathing is more shallow than ever.

“Dustin…” he turns to his young friend with a found smile. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

“No, no, you’re gonna do it yourself” Dustin’s sobs cause a new wave of your own to wrack through your body, shaking every bone.

“Nah man… you’re gonna do it for me…” Eddie smiles, patting Dustin’s cheek with all his strength. “Baby girl… you’re gonna be okay, okay? I’m … so sorry. I love you.”

His hands start to slip from both of your faces, his eyes falling shut.

“Eddie? Eddie!! No, no, no, no. Baby stay with me.” You shake his face, but this time you get no response. Your hands clutch onto his hair, your head falling to his chest. “NO!!! NO! NO NO NO NO!!! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!! EDDIE NO!!!”

You feel like the world is shaking around you, you feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest. You can’t lose him. You feel warm hands on your shoulders shaking you as someone says your name over and over again. You push them off. You aren’t leaving him. They’ll have to leave you here.

“Baby!!!! Wake up!!!! You’re dreaming, it’s a dream, I’m here.” Eddie’s voice finally gets through to you, and your dream hazed mind vaguely starts to recognize the feeling of his arms around you. You come back into your waking body slowly and then all at once, shooting straight up with a shriek.

You look around the room panting, it’s still dark, and you’re in bed. With Eddie. Eddie is alive. He didn’t die. The others got to you in time. You’re in your new fancier than you ever imagined, government tip off home. That you share with Eddie and Wayne. Eddie is alive. You start to repeat the mantra that’s become all to familiar to yourself in your mind as you feel strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay, I’m here. It’s just a dream.” Eddie soothes you, pulling you into his lap so he can cradle you. He rocks back and forth, his hands running over every part of you, he makes sure to keep his grip strong, remembering that you said it makes you feel grounded. It makes you feel like he’s really here.

“Oh Eddie, it was so real. It was like I was really there again.” You sob into his bare chest as your hands desperately caress his skin. Some of it still has the same smooth texture you always remembered, most of it is rough from scars. But it’s just another thing that grounds you to reality, another reminder that he’s real and the dream wasn’t.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But it’s okay, I’m here, I’m always going to be here for you. I’m so sorry.” Eddie’s crying now, the guilt of leaving you, of putting you through this plagues him constantly. The dreams aren’t every night like they used to be, they’ve finally started to space out after almost a year. But it still pains him deeply that he put you through this. That on nights like this you scream out for him, because of him.

“It’s okay Eddie, it’s okay.” Your hands loop around his neck, pulling him close. You hate that he beats himself up, you understand why he did it and you’re just glad he’s alive, glad he’s here with you. But your unconscious mind couldn’t seem to get the memo. No matter how much you understood, no matter how much mental and physical healing you did in the waking hours, the dream always found its way back to you. “I love you. So much. I love you so much Eddie.”

“I love you baby, more than anything.” He wanted to apologize again, until his lungs gave out, but he knows you hate it when he does that. That you’ll just tell him there’s nothing to be sorry for, even though he will always feel like there is. So he does what he always does, he decides to show you how sorry he is without his words. To remind you how here he truly is.

He cups your face in his hands gently, like you’re porcine glass that could break at any moment. He rests his forehead against yours, just reveling in the feeling of being close to you. He takes deep breaths and you follow, you’re basically breathing each other's air but you don’t even care, you want it that way. He kisses you sweetly, once, twice, three times. The fourth kiss is more firm, but still so gentle. Your fingers lace through his hair as you shift your body so you're straddling him. His tongue softly licks across your bottom lip and you immediately grant him access, tangling it with your own.

He kisses you leisurely, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands roam your body. Your thin tank top is the only thing separating your skin from his but it feels like the thickest winter coat right now so you break the kiss to quickly pull it over your head. You press your chest against his, his skin against yours feels like a breath of fresh air and you sigh at the feeling.

“My beautiful girl, you’re so beautiful, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His brown eyes are soft and filled with love as they look into yours. He gives you a gentle kiss before his lips start to travel down your jaw and neck. Gentle caresses of his lips and flicks of his tongue pull breathy gasps and needy moans from you. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Yes Eddie, please.” It’s all you need right now, you need him as close to you as possible in every way. You need him.

“Lay back for me baby.”

You oblige, rolling off him and onto your back. You situate your head on the pillows and he climbs over you with a sweet smile on his face.

“Look at you, you think I’d ever leave someone as sexy as you? Not a chance baby.” He leans down and kisses you, his ringed hand caresses your inner thigh and you shiver. He brings it to your core, running his knuckles along your underwear covered slit. “I don’t think I could go a day without you.”

“You went like… almost two months without me when we were healing.”

“Shhh… that’s besides the point, that was like forced, doctor ordered, celibacy and it was almost more torture than the healing process. Don’t remind me of the dark times, babe.” You giggle at him, your heart warming at him just being Eddie. He stayed that way, laughing and joking, making D&D references through it all.

“You’re so dramatic. But, you’re not wrong. I missed you so bad when I couldn’t have you.”

“You can have me now babe, all the time, forever, whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He smirks at you as he pulls your panties down your legs, you kick them off your ankles and spread your legs for him. He groans at the sight of your slick pussy, bringing two long fingers and running them through your lips. You moan and your back arches off the bed when he inserts them inside you, immediately curving them to hit that perfect spot.

“Fuck.” His fingers thrust in and out of you at the perfect pace, his thumb comes up to circle your clit and he leans down to place gentle wet kisses along your throat. “Oh god.”

“Yeah baby? Is that good? You gonna cum for me?” His fingers speed up and he gently nips at that spot on your neck that makes you crazy, his cock ruts against your thigh and it sends you over the edge. Your body tensing underneath him as moans rip out of you. “That’s it, good girl.”

He fucks you through your high, only pulling his fingers from you when he feels your body relax. He holds eye contact with you as he inserts the digits into his mouth, sucking your juices off them with a groan.

“Eddie… I need to feel you, please.” You reach for the band of his sweatpants, tugging at the material.

“No need to beg sweets, I’ve got you, I’m gonna take care of you.” He pushes his pants off, freeing his cock and taking it into his hand, stroking it a few times. He runs the tip through your slick folds, bringing it up to circle your clit before slowly pushing inside you. Once his hips are flush against yours he connects your lips again, kissing you passionately.

“Oh fuck, Eddie. Yes.” He starts to roll his hips, not pulling out of you, just reveling in the feeling of being inside you. You clutch onto his back, pulling him down fully on top of you, just wanting to feel his weight on you.

“Mmm you feel so good, so so good, pussy is always so good for me.” He’s kissing every inch of you he can reach, your cheeks, eyelids, neck, collar bones. He finally pulls his hips back, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out of you before shoving it deep inside you again. He repeats this action a few times before thrusting into you deep and hard. He still has his weight on you, and he’s not fucking you fast, just taking his time feeling every single part of you. With his hands, his cock, his lips,

“Eddie, I love you, I love you, you feel so good.”

“I love you so much baby girl, more than anything, I love fucking you.” He picks up the pace a little, his hand snakes between your bodies so he can rub your clit.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, Eddie I’m - I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Yeah, cum for me, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum undone on my cock.”

His lips crash against yours, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth, he’s hitting that perfect spot over and over again and his fingers continue to circle your clit. It’s all so good, and it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, you let out needy moans and gasps against Eddie’s mouth as your pussy clenches around him. He pulls away so he can see your face, and the sight has him spilling inside of you. He falls forward, his face buried in your neck. He places gentle kisses there in between panting breaths.

The position reminds you of the dream, the memory really, but this time it doesn’t sting, because Eddie is alive. He’s alive and he’s panting on top of you for the best reason, instead of the worst.

“Thank you.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Psh! Don’t be sorry, I got to be here for my girl and I got to have bomb sex? Seems like a win win to me.” You feel him smile against your neck and it makes you laugh.

He rolls off of you onto his back, and you have to push the thoughts of that day from your mind again but you don’t have long to think about it because he’s pulling you into his chest, running his hands down your back and placing a kiss on the top of your head before your mind can fully go there.

“But in all seriousness, don’t be sorry, okay? You know I’m always here for you. No matter what. Especially on nights like this. I’m all in, always. I fucking love you so much. I’m not going anywhere.” He puts his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He smiles at you sweetly, placing a kiss on your nose, then your lips.

“I love you Eddie. I’m always here for you too. I’m never letting you go. Ever.”

You nuzzle into his chest, just happy to feel him. Just happy he’s alive. You might both be scarred, mentally and physically, and they might not ever fully heal. But at least you’ll always have each other.

[xenomama]

100 Follower Special!!

CW NSFW Ahead

TW NON-CON, REFRENCES TO SUICIDE

Siren Song

M!Siren x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Monsterfucker, Non-Con, mind control (sort of), Hemipenes, Double Penetration (in one hole), Kidnapping, Bondage, Biting, Overstimulation, creampie, Fluff (but only if you squint), Reader is Suicidal

I awoke in a dark place, my head spinning as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. Once I got hold of my bearings, l realized that I was in a dark cave, a small body of blue water blocking the only way out. I realized quickly that I was in an underwater cave, the walls of which were lined with glowing bioluminescent moss.

A cold breeze blew through the cave, making me shiver, and I noticed I was naked, every part of my body exposed to the cold air of the cave. I looked around desperately, trying to find something to cover my body with, when I heard something in the water. I whipped around, watching the ripples move across the surface.

It was then that i recalled the tales I'd heard of sirens kidnapping humans, and I prayed to the gods that this wasn't the case. I stared at the rippling blue water for a moment, before going back to looking for something to cover my body. I heard the water move again, but this time, I ignored it, thinking to myself that it was just a fish. It was when I heard his voice that I realized it was no little fish.

"Well, hello there~"

I whipped around again, only to come face to face with a huge siren, who was holding himself up from the water to watch me. I yelped and fell back, trying to cover myself with my hands and arms, which only made the siren laugh as he stared at my naked body. I trembled under his gaze, his bright blue eyes seeming to pierce my skin as they glowed in the dark of the cave.

His dark purple tail flicked back and forth in the water, reflecting pink in the dim light of the cave. His dark shimmery skin caught the reflections on the water, and his black fluffy hair dripped with water, sticking to the skin of his forehead. He was, handsome, to say the least. He looked much different than how the stories described sirens, as terrifying beasts with long ratty hair and sharp needle like teeth.

"W-w-where a-am I?"

I stuttered as I spoke, both the cold and my nerves making me sound more scared than I was, or at least that's what I thought. The siren looked at me and chuckled, a deep mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"You're in my home, of course."

He grinned as he answered me, his deep blue eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. I trembled as I tried to speak up again, wanting to get as many answers out of him as I could.

"W-why am I h-here..?"

At this, the siren frowned, glaring at me as he opened his mouth full of sharp shark-like teeth to answer me.

"Why do you care? It's not like you were going anywhere else."

I flinched at his response, wondering what he meant by 'not going anywhere else', and then I remembered. I was trying to kill myself. I'd come to the beach to drown myself, and that's when he must have caught me.

"You finally get it now?"

I looked back up at the looming creature in front of me, and silently nodded.

"Heh, about time. I mean, it's not like you had anything better going on, so I figured, you have a nice body, why not use you as a fuck toy?"

I winced at what he said. A fuck toy? How would that even work? I didn't have much time to think about it before I heard something strange. It sounded like, a song. I bolted up as I realized what the siren was doing. I frantically looked around for an exit, some kind of way out of the cave, but it didn't work. Before I could even think of a way out, the song overtook me.

It felt like I was drunk, or maybe high. All I knew was that I wasn't in control of my body anymore, the only sense of self I had left being a little voice in the back of my mind telling me something wasn't right. I began to walk towards the siren, my feet dipping into the water as the voice screamed in my ears, but the sirens song was so much louder.

I stepped onto the slippery rocks that lay just below the surface of the water, wading deeper and deeper, as the siren led me towards what I assumed would be my death, but instead of drowning me, he had me stop at a ledge, my waist just above the water.

He continued to sing as he pulled something out from under the water, before swimming back to me and sitting on the ledge I now stood on. His song commanded me to sit on his lap, and so I did, my chest just above the water as his scales rubbed against my pussy. He then pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with something. Only then did his song stop.

I snapped out of my drunken trance and tried to punch him, only to realize what he'd done. I blushed as he pulled me into his chest, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light the algea provided. He leaned into me and whispered something in my ear as he slipped his hand between my legs.

"By the way, my name's Elai~"

That was the last thing he said before plunging his fingers into my tight virgin hole.

"A-aahh! F-fuck!"

I screamed at the newfound sensation of being invaded. Despite my age, I'd never had sex, never even used any toys, so the feeling of his large, thick fingers slipping in so deep inside of me, stretching me so wide, was both painful and full of pleasure.

I bent backward, my back arching over so that my hair brushed the surface of the water, allowing the siren Elai to bury his face in my chest and bite at the skin of my breasts.

I slowly got used to the feeling of Elai's fingers scissoring my pussy open, the pleasurable feeling of him suckling my breasts aiding in the increasing pleasure building in my body, as a strange feeling built up with it.

A knot, growing tighter and tighter in my stomach, making me shiver. I screamed as it came undone, my pussy fluttering around Elai's fingers, a hot liquid slowly leaking from my pussy as I came down from my high, the sirens large fingers never letting up as they spread my pussy wide for his cock.

Or I should say cocks. Two of them, thick and tapered at the ends, standing proud and tapping against my stomach, precum dripping from their tips. I whimpered when I saw them, whispering to the siren.

"Th-they won't fit-"

"Shhhh, don't worry, we'll make them fit~"

I cried out as he inserted a third finger, sketching me open even more. After making me cum once again from the stimulation of stretching me wide, Elai finally removed his fingers from my pussy.

He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him, positioning me just above his cocks, the tapered tips teasing my entrance.

I started to cry as he gently pushed his cocks inside, both at the same time. I screamed as they pushed deep inside me, stretching my pussy so wide, filling my body with immense pain and pleasure.

He bottomed out, letting me rest for a moment and adjust to the size and feeling of both his cocks inside me. I clenched around him as he toyed with my breasts, suckling on one nipple while one of his hands pinched and pulled on the other.

I jolted and whined as he began to move inside me, gently guiding me up and down on his cocks.

"A-ah! Aah~"

I gasp and moan, the feeling of riding him so pleasurable. I squirmed and tried to free my hands from their bonds, to no avail. I wanted so desperately to grasp at his soft hair, but the rope kept my hands bound tightly behind my back.

Elai chuckled when he felt my squirming, gripping my waist even tighter than before as he bounced me on his cocks.

"It's no use trying, I've been watching humans tie each other up for centuries. I know how to make your binds nice and tight~"

I moaned again as he slammed me down, and I began to feel the knot in my stomach start to form again, as Elai brought me closer to my third orgasm.

I screamed as I came for a third time, receiving no breaks from the siren as he continued to make me ride him.

I whimpered, now overstimulated, and tried to squirm out of my binds again, only for Elai to bite down on my breast, sending a shockwave of pain through my body.

I cried out as his sharp teeth sunk into my soft skin, drawing blood from my flesh. He quickly lapped it up, the hand that was toying with my other breast moving downwards to play with my clit.

I yelped as his finger began to trace circles around it, making me jolt as, once again, another knot began to form.

"N-no... please... no m-more..."

I whimpered as I felt him begin to move faster, his hips rutting upwards as he moved the hand on my clit to the rocks behind him in order to stabilize himself.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we're almost done~"

He gripped my hips as he moved me up and down, his own rutting upwards into my mine as he chased his high.

I felt myself come undone again, clenching tightly around him as I fell into his chest, no longer able to keep myself upright.

Only a moment later did I feel something warm flood my insides, filling up my tight pussy, making me moan at the strange sensation.

The siren held me close and scooted back a bit, before laying down on the rocks, keeping my head just above the water so I could breathe.

We both panted as we came down from our highs, myself being relieved at finally getting the chance.

"That, felt amazing."

I heard the siren chuckle at his own comment, his hand gently rubbing my back as I began to drift off.

"Perhaps, I'll keep you alive for a bit longer~"

I smiled with pleasure as I closed my eyes and whispered to Elai.

" I wouldn't mind that..."

His gentle laugh was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Not your usual undead

Daryl Dixon x reader

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

So, @ghostboneswrites2 said she's more of a vampire girly and my head did something.

Every breath burned in your lungs, the cold air not helping your sweaty self in the slightest as you ran for your life through the woods. Groups of walkers came out of nowhere, like they were coordinated to surround your group that you now inconveniently lost.

You ran for god knows how long, starting when the sun was barely above the horizon.

It looked like almost midday now, having stopped behind a large tree and spotting a large factory like wall halfway built into the rock wall behind it.

Large, blacked out and barricaded windows covered the front of the place. A hiding space.

You could rest there, you had to get in. It took some time but you managed to get in and close up from the inside, ensuring no one would follow.

It was too dark inside, you could barely find the flashlight you kept in your bag.

You clicked it on and heard a groan, immediately turning the light towards the sound and drew your knife again. Another groan. You followed the sound to get to the walker that had probably gotten stuck somewhere, currently being on its last legs before entirely decaying.

After making your way around the dump of a hall you found the source of the noise laying face down in the bed of a partially stripped truck. You held your knife up, ready to climb in and strike when the softest “don’t” came from the body.

The flashlight whipped into the direction of the head and you got another groan in response. Moving the flashlight over the rest of the body you shoved it with your boot and turned it over.

It was a man. A dirty old man with ratty long hair and a scruffy beard. He wore faded black jeans and a thick, dark green flannel.

He had weapons on him, but nothing else. He looked like he was dying.

"Are you bit?" You didn't even know if you expected an answer, but he did respond with great difficulty. "Hunger.."

"Leave.." The downed man groaned with the most urgency he could summon. "Smell good.. W'na eatya.."

You backed up, almost tripping backwards off the truck bed. With the stagger of tour body the flashlight beam came across his face once more, the shine reflecting off his eyes like an animal's. "Gah, fuck!" His hand flew up to cover his eyes, leaving his mouth open and breathinf heavily. Fangs?

"Oh fuck." In shock you dropped your knife. "You're one of those redneck werewolves that lived near here." You stepped further back, crouching back on the edge of the bed now.

"The fuck didya call me?" With newfound strength he hauled himself up into a sitting position. "In all'a mah hundreds o'years I got called lots'a names but yer the first one ta offend me like tha.."

He scoffed where he sat. "Callin' me a filthy mutt. Should kill ya fer tha.." A loud cough wracked his entire body, leaning forward on his hands, heaving. His body needed something to survive, it was already starting to eat away at itself.

"Wait. You're not?" Curiosity got the best of you and you leaned closer, placing a hand down in front of you. Right where you had dropped your knife just now and cut your palm. You hissed in pain, pulling back in perfect harmony with the man's sudden lurch forward.

His eyes were wild, mouth hanging open as he licked his lips. His hand moved to your knife and picked it up, bringing it to his lips and licking your blood off it before tossing it aside.

"Hand." The hand that just tossed aside your knife was now asking for your bleeding palm. "Ya owe me after callin' me a dog."

The blood was running down your sleeve by now, it was so gross. He needed to eat, just like you. Except he couldn't feed on whatever he found he needed animals. Or people.. And you swore to never let another person starve if they hadn't harmed you or your loved ones.

You extended your shaking hand out to him, anxiety spiking when his face got closer.

His hands found your wrist and fingers before his tongue dragged over the cut, a low moan escaping him at the taste.

You were about to comment when he jerked your arm closer. You fell forward, hands on his thigh to keep you from faceplainting into his chest. His hand moved down your arm and his now way longer fangs sunk deep into your wrist.

You let out a cry at the initial contact but quickly felt the pain fade, only a dull pulling sensation with each soft suck of his lips around the wounds.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't so bad after all. Somehow it was kind of nice, and his flannel was so soft against your cheek..

God, all that running had seriously tired you out.

Sleep, what an amazing idea..

Hou hadn't even realised you had passed out until you woke up in the truck bed, an old blanket covering you and the flickering of flames just off to the side.

"Welcome back." The man's voice held a lot more energy now, he was up and walking around the place. "C'mere. Ya gotta eat sum'n."

With the fire burning you could take a better look around. Your coat was off, now laying flat over the blanket that covered you. The place looked like it used to be an auto garage. The second you slipped from underneath the blankets you were back to freezing, grabbing your coat and pulling it on. "Jesus, how aren't you cold?"

"Tha's the first thing yer askin' me?" He scoffed with a smile on his face. "Ya know the dead don't feel cold, right?"

The dead.. "Oh that's just my luck, huh." You found your way to the fire and sat down close to it, taking in its warmth. "I run from the undead, right into the fangs of another kind of undead."

"Least I get ta choose if I wanna turn ya with a bite. 'Cept if I do I lose ma food again." The man held out a skewered piece of meat out to you, but you were reluctant to take it. "S'jus rabbit." He lifted a furry skin up into view, showing you the little bunny ears before tossing it aside again. "Went 'n found somethin' ta get yer strenght up after I fed off ya so much."

Accepting the food with a thanks, you took a small bite and let out a hum at how good it tasted. "You know," you started, pointing at your new companion with your food. "I always thought vampires were pretty boys with sticks up their asses who seduced their bloodbag wifeys." You twirled the stick in his direction before taking another bite.

"First ya call me a dog, n' now yer comparin' me ta them shitty teen movie fakes?" He snapped at you in annoyance, his face held a look that clearly said he was regretting not entirely draining you earlier.

Your hands shot up in response, quickly going into defensive mode. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am not a fan of those fancy schmancy dudes. No sir."

You laughed at yourself around a mouthful of food, thinking back to those horribly made romance movies. "I like your type more. Yeah, ugh those skinny fucks always looked like they'd whine if they got blood on their shirts, man."

You earned a laugh with that comment. "Yer sayin' ya prefer me snackin' on ya 'n bleedin' all over ya next time?" You almost choked on a piece of meat then. "I'm sorry what? Next? No. Huh?" You couldn't tell if the heat rising to your cheeks was from his words or the food you almost choked on now.

"C'mon, promise ta take jus' wha I need." He took thw second rabbit skewer from next to the fire and handed it to you. "I'll keep ya fed, ya keep me fed. S'a great deal."

"I don't even know your name, how about you share that first." You snatched the skewer from his hand and chowed it down in no time while staring at him in wait for his response.

"Name's Daryl. Got cursed durin' a stupid drug deal mah brother took me along for." He sighed and leaned back, turning to stretch his legs. "Now ya know ma name. Yer fine stickin' 'round now?"

You could only roll your eyes at him at that. "Alright you know what? I'll admit I prefer rhe company of your type of undead over those outise, and I bet my old group has all become part of those shitty undeads so yeah. I'll stick around."

A/N: I don't think I've ever written for vampires ever so I hope this is okay.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine learning how to always win disagreements with Shanks

During the middle of a battle

You: get your little ass inside the galley and lock the door

Uta: I'm not a child, I can fight just as well as the rest of you. *pushes a Marine overboard*

You: this isn't a place for a child!

Shanks: Look at her, she's fine.

Uta: *having the time of her life fighting and winning against full-grown marines*

You: *throws a marine overboard* Shanks!

Shanks: She's fine, I grew fighting like this too.

You: Really, but you're so well-adjusted.

Shanks: Exactly... wait, was that sarcasm?

You: of course it's sarcasm Shanks, every fight like this could cause her more trauma later in life.

Shanks: I think you're worrying too much.

You: no, you worry too little.

Benn: I swear to the gods if you two don't shut the fuck up, I will throw myself overboard!

Marine: *swings a sword down on you, but only manages to cut your shirt in half*

You: *shirt gets immediately blown open by the wind*

Uta: *loudly yells* boobies!

Everyone on the ship: *whips their head around to look at you*

Marine: I am so sorry, I meant to kill you not humiliate you.

You: how ignoble*knocks him out with a punch and faces Shanks* Uta. Galley. Now.

Shanks: *eyes locked on your exposed chest* Yeah

Uta: What!

Shanks: I dunno, what do you want me to do.

Uta: *grumbles as she stomps into the galley* men are so spineless.

A week later, docked at some port

You: Honey, I want to go to the aquarium when we're in town.

Uta: *gasps* me too, me too, I wanna go to the aquarium! *Starts yanking his hand*

Shanks: what do you want to go to the aquarium for? We live on a boat in the ocean, just go take a swim, you'll see plenty of fish for free.

Uta: it isn't just about seeing the fish it's about helping the fishies and other sea life.

Shanks: What?

You: The aquarium rescues and cares for injured sea creatures. By going to the aquarium we're supporting their rescue efforts. Plus this way she can see the fish and not get her hair wet.

Uta: very good point, seawater would damage my hair.

Shanks: I'm not paying for you to go to the aquarium, I will however buy you a swimming cap

Benn: *also wants to go to the aquarium, so he covers Uta's eyes, and yanks up your shirt* we're going to the aquarium.

Shanks: *too distracted to put up much of a fight* okay

Uta: *knows what's going on* are you really that whipped?

Shanks: you're not old enough to judge me at the moment, wait twelve years then get back to me.

You: I can sure as shit judge you, but I will be using this to my advantage to get my way.

Shanks: god I hope so... I mean oh no, think of the child.

Benn: fuck them kids

Uta: yeah, fuck them kids.

Benn: language.

Uta: sorry, fuck those children.

Benn: no

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[kissitbttr]

eddie and mean!cheerleader girlfriend have their first fight part 3

read pt 2 and pt 1

a/n: hii i just hit 1k🥺💞 thank you for the love I appreciate u guys sm <3 also, it wasn't as long as i thought it was gn be because I snipped snapped some of them lol

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the nervous feeling in his body hasn’t died down as eddie steps out of the van. his stomach churns at the sight of Jason’s party. it was never not packed and the last time he was here, he could barely breathe. the sight of people drinking, throwing up and making a fool of themselves causing him to scrunch his nose in disgust. the music is far worse.

but one thing he needs to remember is that he’s here for her. and for her only

just as he expected when he enters the party, all eyes are set on him. possibly millions of thoughts swimming inside of their minds, ‘the nerve on this weird ass dude to be in a Jason Carver’s party’. obviously they are far too drunk to actually beat his ass so they let the longing stares do the job.

“feelings mutual buddy” eddie smiles sarcastically to a guy who gives him a dirty look. rolling his eyes after as he walks away.

he hates high school students. but mostly the kids in hawkins high

his eyes wander to each and every corner of the room, fingers tapping against the rough material of his jeans. something he does when he gets nervous. why is it so hard to find her? could she probably locked herself in a room?

“where are you, baby?” he whispers to himself, head turning from left to right and that’s where he spots one of his closest friends. “robin? robin, hey!”

the short haired girl whips her head towards the voice, a big smile on her face as she waves. “eddie, hi! i didn’t think you would enjoy a place like this”

she’s holding a red solo cup, offering him one in which he turns down.

“i don’t. came here for y/n. have any idea where she is? she called to pick her up.”

“oh yeah-shit! last time i saw her she was in the kitchen with some guy. looked to me she was about to kill him.”

“some guy?!” his eyebrows are raised. “was it brandon?”

robin could only shrug. “maybe. brown hair in a quiff, he was pretty touchy with her. you should go to her.”

eddie clenches his jaw, “okay, yeah. thanks.”

he walks away before robin could respond, squeezing his way through a sea of people. holding back the disgust as he the reek of sweat filling up his nostrils. god, he swears he could throw up in any minute

eddie finally breathes in relief as he reaches the kitchen. internally glad that it isn’t as crowded.

it doesn’t take long to find her. she’s leaning against the wall right next to a fridge. his heart immediately turn into hearts when he realizes what she’s wearing tonight. soft cotton tank top with lace details embroidered under her breasts and a low cut denim skirt that’s short enough to let her thighs full on display.

she looks so beautiful.

then he moves back to see her face. he notices that her eyes look bored, shoulders slump with arms crossed. unamused at the fact that this man keeps talking. but he doesn’t miss the frightened look on her face.

from the back of his head, eddie could tell exactly who it is. her fucking ex. the ex who broke her heart and made her think that she wasn’t good enough. one that took her far too long to open up again.

“brandon, seriously i do not want to talk to you right now. leave me the fuck alone.” she jabs her fingers to his chest, not really in the mood

“oh come on baby! when are you gonna ditch the loser and come back? i said i was sorry!”

she shakes her head. “can’t hear you over that cock flavored breath washes over me. back. off”

“stop being fucking difficult, y/n” brandon starts getting angry, taking another step ready to whisk her away, “you know I don’t like difficult.”

did he just fucking threaten her?!

“she told you to back off.” eddie steps in, glaring at the jock and watches him slowly turn around. he misses the glee on y/n’s face when she hears his voice. happiness taking over when her boyfriend appears

brandon snickers, squaring his shoulders as if he’s gearing up for a fight. “the fuck you just say to me, freak?”

“i said. back. off” he responds in a cold tone, glaring up to him. “you deaf or something?” eddie tries his best not to swing a punch and ruin his face.

now eddie might be an inch or two shorter that brandon. but there’s no denying that he’s far more intimidating when he’s angry. balled fists with teeth clenched and eyes look like it could kill someone with a single hard stare.

“she’s just playing hard to get, man. she knows she wants me. it’s only matter of times before she dumps your weird ass and get back with me.”

y/n scoffs, pushing herself against the wall and walk over behind eddie as he puts his hand to cover her as an instinct . “don’t get your hopes up, you stupid fuck. Eddie is much more of a man than you are.”

upon hearing that, eddie clears his throat. hiding the blush prominent on his cheeks when she compliments him. “bab-y/n? mind waiting outside by my van for a minute?” he pleads after turning to look at her, holding back the urge to grab her hand.

she contemplates for a while. eyes keep switching between the two. worry grows inside her that eddie is gonna bruise him up. as much as she loves seeing brandon with a black eye, she can’t risk eddie getting beaten up by the rest of basketball team. she can’t handle seeing it. it would hurt too much.

“I’m not going to punch him.” he whispers in a reassuring tone with a small smile as if he read her mind. “just wanted to talk ‘s all. okay?” hands itching to reach out and touch her,

she stares at him with a bitten lip, nodding slowly. “be quick, please.” with that she walks away, not before giving one last glare to brandon.

“god, when did she become a soft bitch? she was never like that with me. you brainwashed her or someth-“

before he could finish his sentence, he’s startled by eddie’s sudden grip around the collar of his shirt and slamming him hard against the wall.

“you stay the fuck away from her” eddie seethes, knuckles turning white. “you don’t go near her, you don’t look at her, and if you even think about her… I’d beat the shit out of you myself.”

brandon looks extremely mortified. all those years he watches the long haired kid getting bullied and called names, never once he has seen eddie doing something about it. he never thought that eddie is capable of being violent.

eddie has always been the type to know how to control his emotions. something he learns from when he was a kid because he refuses to grow up like his old man. he doesn’t care about those basketball idiots making fun of him and his friends. It’s nothing.

but when it comes down to her, he personally wouldn’t let that slide.

“a-alright. sure man. whatever you say.” brandon chuckles nervously as he feels the grip around him starting to loosen.

eddie slowly lets go, not giving him another word before walking away from the scene. if it wasn’t for y/n, he probably already had his hand around that prick’s neck. giving him a piece of mind.

he doesn’t even want to begin to think what could happen if he hadn’t showed up in time. she was already both scared and exhausted having to tolerate his actions. he was a pushy motherfucker, never liked him from the beginning

“found her?” eddie suddenly finds robin rushes over to stand by his side when he’s about to walk out of the party. “she okay?”

“yeah. I’m taking her home. thanks robin, enjoy the party” he pats her shoulder, earning a grateful smile from her.

“thanks dude, oh and hey eds?” robin calls when he stops mid track between the steps on the front porch, turning back to look at her,

“don’t fuck it up again.” she says hinting at the fight the two just had weeks ago. “she misses you, you know? talks about you all the time.”

hearing that statement just makes his stomach flip. it sort of gives him hope. maybe there’s a part of her that actually wants to fix things as much as he does. as small as it can be

“not planning to.” he shoots her a smile before continuing to walk down the steps and back to his van. immediately seeing y/n hugging herself due to the wispy cold air, her lips are shivering and eyes looking away.

eddie shrugs of his leather jacket, without thinking twice. “here. put this on, okay?”

she looks up and smile softly.“thank you” taking it in her hands before putting around her body, inhaling that familiar scent of him she misses so much.

“shall we?”

+

the drive is pretty quiet, neither of them actually wanted to start something. y/n has her head against the window, mouth shut with her legs crossed and eddie is dying to hear her say something. just anything really.

the silence is driving him nuts.

“I’ll drive you home, okay?” he asks, only to receive no response. her gaze is fixed on the window, staring out into the open.

“you’ve eaten anything? had some snacks maybe?” he’s making a small talk in hopes that she’ll respond. or even just throw a glance to his way. he badly wants her to do that. just one.

he missed being around her. seven days without her presence feels like eternity, the way it’s making him feel should be forbidden. hands clenching every now and then because he’s aching to touch his girlfriend.

if he still had the right to call her that

eddie tilts his head to look back at her. and just as he thought . no answer. he figures there’s nothing he can do to get her to talk to him so he stays quiet.

he doesn’t blame her for not wanting to talk to him. she probably called him because he’s the only one she knows who has a ride and would take her home. he shouldn’t be having high hopes anyway.

after all, all of this happened because of him.

“actually” she starts. “i don’t wanna go home tonight, can i come over to yours? if it’s okay”

there’s a sense of happiness bloom in his chest when he hears her speak. eddie tries to brush off the smile dipping into his mouth after hearing it. the excitement then begins to bubble inside of him, butterflies as you may call it. he feels like a five year old kid hearing his mom say yes to ice cream for breakfast.

clearing his throat before speaking, he musters up a normal tone. “yeah sure. no worries. you could never be a bother to me.”

inside. he’s dying.

‘stay cool, stay cool. my girl is here with me. she’s coming over. don’t crash the van’ he thinks

“okay.” she responds shortly, head resting against the window. “i didn’t eat by the way. couldn’t. the party smells like hot acrid barf so i had no appetite.”

he snorts out a laugh. she’s so funny without even trying. “we can have some at my place. not just pop tarts. i did some groceries awhile ago with Wayne so we can make a sandwich or something.”

with an raised eyebrow, she asks “you finally went to the supermarket? tell me, was it scary?”

“okay now don’t make fun of me. the old people who go there are so… i don’t know, weird! you know that!” he replies seriously,

she giggles, tucking her messy hair behind the ear. “i don’t actually but you can think whatever you want.”

he admires the way her lips curve into a smile. and how her hair gets messy but still manage to compliment every detail of her features. even with mascara dotting the crinkles by her eyes,

twenty minutes after they arrive at the trailer park, the couple walk into his home. this is not the first time she’s been here, she stayed over a few times because his place is somehow far more comforting than hers. not that she hates hers, it just feels more … home?

his bed would probably her favorite part. nothing is better than laying down with her boyfriend, having small talks about what ever after going through the amount of sex they had when his uncle is not home. he would also spend an hour or two teaching her how to roll a blunt.

“i could make you a sandwich if you want?” eddie speaks up, locking the door behind as she sits on the dining table. “or that ramen cup that you like so much. i don’t have it but i could go to the market right now and get you one-“

“eddie” she stops him, a warm smile on her face. “a sandwich sounds good.”

he nods, before heading to the kitchen to pull out the ingredients. he’s no chef but he makes a mean grilled cheese and ham sandwich. it’s the only meal she would eat from him, other than that, that man is clueless when it comes to cooking.

“no ketchup?”

“no ketchup” she repeats, eyeing his back with a lopsided smile. “you’ve been working out?”

he cocks an eyebrow, “what makes you think that?”

“your back seems… toned. and i noticed your arms got bigger too.”

god, why does she have to do this?

“really?” he tries act like the words don’t faze him. “have you noticed the pudgy stomach too? seems like i gain some there.” with that he laughs a little

she frowns. he could probably joking but she doesn’t miss the sound of insecurity seeping in his tone. she hates it when he does that. he doesn’t have to tell her but she just knows it.

“okay, no. stop that. you look fine. a little roll doesn’t hurt anybody.” she shrugs, leaning back against the chair.

“you sure you’re not just saying that?” he asks in a playful manner, walking back to her as he puts the plate down in front of her. “there.”

“if i only wanted you for your body, i would fuck you and sucked your cock before leaving. you know, you’re much more than that.”

he flushes, crossing his arms before taking a seat next to her. “always the foul mouth on you.”

“better than being a fake.” she replies, biting on the sandwich. “wait. that one’s not true, I’m definitely contradicting myself. people still say I’m a fake ass bitch.”

he laughs. not because it’s a fact but how brutally honest she is about herself, though he reminds her from time to time that her entire personality isn’t just all that. there’s much more he can see through her and whether she chooses to believe it or not. he does. he just wishes people could see what he sees

because seeing her happily munching on the sandwich with messy hair and how her pupils glow at the cheesy goodness is like finally finding his happy place. when you look at this girl at this exact moment, you wouldn’t think she’s capable on hurting anyone.

which brings him to that one exact problem. one where he called her all the nasty things he knew she didn’t expect him to say. to this day, he regretted every single thing he spewed out of his mouth. there’s nothing he wants more than to tell her he’s sorry, that the hurt he has caused has been on his mind on daily basis.

“I’m sorry y/n.” he blurts before he can say anything,

she stops chewing to look at him, “what for?”

he takes a deep breath, trying to remember all of the things he wants to say to her. everything has to be perfect “shit, i had this rehearsed in my head but i keep forgetting. s-sorry.”

‘fuck you, stop being cute’ she thinks

“take your time i guess” she still needs to be a little mean. because there’s no way she’s letting him off the hook that easy.

she can’t erased what he did to her. it still hurts

he leans forward, hands clasps with his eyes shut. trying not to tear up infront of your person is difficult when you’re the one who fucked up. and he has no right to actually feel that way.

“what i said to you… was out of line, it was unforgivable. you’re not insecure. you’re…. perfect” he exhales, trying to catch her eyes but she keeps looking away from him. “and when i mentioned your exes? it was not okay too. what kind of a boyfriend does that.”

“i agree you were being a fucking dick.”

nodding, he smiles sadly. “i second that. but it’s not true, all of it.”

“then why did you say it?” she questions,

“i-i was in a heat of the moment i guess” he gulps, “it was never meant to go that far.”

“oh yeah? how far were you willing for that one to go? did you calculate the fight or something?” she’s starting to feel upset, looking at him with a confused look. “you know, no matter how angry i am at you… i would never pull that type of shit that you did. it was traumatizing to hear. you know that?”

her voice cracks at the end, and it makes him feel more shitty than he already is. the way her eyes beginning to water and how her lips tremble just shows how vulnerable he makes her feel. it’s a sight he never wanted to see

“n-no! y/n i-fuck, i know i could never take back all of those things i said to you but i said it anyway. it was fucking s-stupid. i took my girl’s biggest insecurity then used it against you and it was not fair for me to do that. to anyone for that matter. believe me when i say that, please baby you have to. i have been drowning myself in regret for the past couple of weeks and-“ he draws a deep breath to keep him from falling apart,

“i don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.”

no matter how mean or bitchy y/n is, she always has a soft spot in her heart for the ones she loves the most. and as angry and disappointed she is at him, seeing him break down just takes a huge chunk out of her heart.

she knows that he didn’t mean it, it’s eddie we’re talking about here.

this man may look like a menace but he refuses to even kill a fly.

and she doesn’t want him to keep blaming himself to the point that he believes he’s nothing but a fuck up. he’s better than all those shitty guys she has dated, and she confirmed that to him before. because it’s the truth

“i know” her tone is soft and calming. she taps her finger underneath his chin so he’ll be able to look at her. heart soften at the sight of her boyfriend’s glossy eyes and how the fear in his eyes is easy to be found when the thought of losing her completely tears him apart.

“look, eddie” she begins with a sigh. shifting her weight to face him. “the day you came into my life … you built this home inside of me. a small comfortable bed in my heart with thick white duvet and boxes of pizzas, refusing to leave… and i am so happy that you didn’t despite knowing the choice that you can. sure you tend to keep it messy at times but you never forget to put it back together.”

he listens. every word. and he fails to notice how his heart warms at her choice of words. it almost sounds like he had received a love letter from his significant other.

her eyes then cast down, gazing at the small heart tattooed on his ring finger. “I’ve thought so much before letting you in because i know love hurts. people are capable to give you unbearable amount of pain once they find the things that you care about the most. they would eventually figure out how to use those things against you… the process of putting yourself back into one piece is exhausting which i hate having to go through that again and-“

“and i just did it..” eddie interrupts. realizing the disaster he put her heart through. gulping as the memory of calling her ‘insecure’ comes flashing back into his mind. “god… i fucking-i hurt you so bad and i never thought i would be the person to do that to you… I’m a fucking dick”

“what? hey no. stop” she tells him. forcing him to look at her by reaching out to palm his cheeks. “you’re not a dick… i mean you were at the field that day but entirely? no. baby, you’ve changed my life.”

eddie searches for the security and reassurance in her eyes. then he studies every single detail of her features, the way her lips curve into a small grin trying to comfort him. trying to make him believe

“and i believe you have no power in hurting anyone. especially to the ones you love the most-“

“i love you” he blurts, “i love you the most. no one else”

“yes. i know” she nods, brushing few bangs away from his forehead. “you show me every day. and i am so grateful.”

how could even the universe let him have the most precious girl like her? why do they trust him enough to take care of her when he knows for a fact that there are people who could provide her with better love and experience?

she could’ve chosen one of their beating hearts but instead she chose his.

“i should’ve been the one trying to comfort you, not the other way around” he laughs through his tears making her laugh as well.

“you already have.” she responds truthfully, thumbing the thin skin underneath his eye. “i love you. okay?”

“i love you back” he replies, eyes dropping to her soft lips and he’s eager to kiss her but he doesn’t want to overstep the boundaries. “and i am sorry. for everything.”

“you said that, my love” she giggles, kissing his nose. “i forgive you but i swear you pull that shit one more time, I’ll leave your ass and I’ll make sure you don’t get any clients anymore. got that?”

he nods his head fast after hearing how quick she is to switch her tone. yup, he’s still scared of her

“promise, gorgeous.”

“good” she lets go of his face and he struggles not to tug her hands back and keep it there.

“oh and uhm…. can i take a shower?” she looks at him, fiddling with the loose string of her top. “i smell like someone poured chardonnay on a woman who’s been dead for six months”

he emits a chuckle with his head shaking. even at this state, she still manages to pull a joke or two,

“you don’t need to ask” he tells her with a beam and stands up. heading towards his room with her trailing from behind. grabbing his ‘motley crue’ tee from the drawer. one that she loves to steal. “I keep this here, yeah? towels on the rack.”

“uncle wayne… when will he be home?” she asks

“around 2 i guess. he’s off to meet up with some of his friends after work so I’ll be alone for a while.” he informs with his arms crossed,

she hums, walking towards the bathroom while taking off his jacket then her top and throwing it on the floor—on purpose— giving him a show.

eddie eyes her bare back for a quick second. it is not easy having to resist the urge from planting kisses on her soft skin. she probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

to his concerns, they’re probably not back together… right?

so instead, he decides to keep himself busy. looking around at posters on the walls, to his guitar and books that are left unread.

maybe he should crack one open? he did fail algebra

“well? aren’t you gonna join me?”

he hears her ask, whipping his head towards the direction and his throat runs dry when his eyes fall at the sight of her bare breasts. a mischievous smile planted on her lips with a head tilt.

eddie seems to be loss at words for a moment. not wanting to come off as too excited because he knows he’s still at fault. yet a smile soon painted on his lips. “y-yeah… would love that”

she smiles watching him take off his shirt eagerly. giggling when he nearly trips over the carpet, cursing at it for almost making him fall.

he slowly reaches out to place his hand on hers before interlocking it. y/n eyes observe each and every single one of his tattoos on his chest, tracing it lightly with her other hand.

those beautiful brown eyes of his look into hers and she swears he puts her under a spell. feeling her knees about to drive down to the floor. how could a boy look this pretty and belongs to her?

the longing stare is enough said. both found a home when they gaze at eachother’s eyes. and peace soon, rebuilds itself inside him when eddie pulls her into a sweet kiss. soft lips molding into his lightly chapped ones, followed by a sigh of content escape from his mouth. he’s thinks he might be scaring her off but instead, she melts into the kiss.

his tongue slips into her mouth while he draws her body closer to his bare chest as she gasps softly.

this is the intimacy that they have been craving for so long after the fight. one that he wishes to never have to go through again because being away from her just feels like hell. and she wishes for the same.

they’re not lost anymore. the love is found once again when they’re back in each other’s arms.

he keeps one hand steady around her waist while her arms sling over his shoulders. the couple soon disappear into the bathroom to finally makeup for the lost time.

this is where he swears to keep his promise one more time,

to protect her heart with everything in him.

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hopefully this is good enough. love u all mwah:)

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[blueicequeen19]

Brothers Betrayal Pt. 2

Warnings: violence, mention of unprotected sex

Part One

Rafe fucks me all night. I cum so many times I pass out from exhaustion only to wake up to him still inside me. Still hard and still going. Thank god for birth control because he hasn’t pulled out once, determined to keep his cum buried deep inside me.

At some point it’s day light again outside and Rafe is passed out next to me in all his naked glory. This is my only chance to check the basement.

I slip out of the bed, wincing with every movement as I pull on one of his clean shirts and my panties. I grab a pair of athletic shorts too before carefully slipping out the bedroom door. As soon as I take a moment to listen for movement inside his room, I take off as quickly as I can down the two flights of stairs.

I quickly find the basement door in the kitchen and I dart down the stairs. I don’t even reach the bottom of the steps and I know my brother is down here. I can feel him.

I throw every door open before finally finding him in the last room, bound and gagged to a chair. I’m frozen in place for a moment before I notice movement to my left and Topper lunges for me. I deliver a swift kick to his nuts and he drops, crying out in pain. I punch him in the nose and shove him away before rushing to my brother. I yank the tape off his mouth and he sucks in a breath.

“Watch out!” John B yells, startling me just as strong arms wrap around my waist and yank me back.

“Damn Top, got your ass kicked by a girl.” Rafe chuckles darkly, not phased by my attempts to get to my brother.

“Fuck you! I’m out.” Topper scuffs, slamming the door behind him.

“No! No! John B!” I scream, trying to throw my head back to connect with something as Rafe continues to laugh and hold me against his bare chest.

“Rafe! What the fuck is this! Let her go!” John B shouts, yanking on his restraints.

“Oh I’ll let her go. I’ll let you both go. I got what I wanted.” Rafe moves my hair and kisses my cheek, making my brothers expression harden.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” John B yells, his face murderous.

“I’ve had my hands all over her, John B.” Rafe cups my throat, forcing me to turn my head as he kisses me. He makes a show of it, moaning into my mouth as he thrusts his tongue inside. I can’t help but start to melt. My body aches for him still.

“Stop!”

“I’ve been on her. Inside her. Hell, she’s the first girl I’ve ever cum inside of.” Rafe pulls back, staring at me with eyes that soften me further instead of anger me while John B yells and curses.

“She even begged me for it.” I gulp, attempting to shove Rafe away but he turns my body, his hand tight in my hair.

“You sick fuck. I’ll kill you for this.” John B seethes. Just then there’s shouting followed by a bang and the door is thrown open, Sarah and the Pogues emerging.

“John B!” Sarah rushes to John B as JJ pulls a gun, aiming it at Rafe and carefully pulling me from his arms. Rafe grins like the sick bastard he is as Sarah and Pope help get John B to the door.

“Always hiding behind a gun, Maybank.” Rafe laughs, trying to bait JJ. I know him well enough that he’d toss the gun and go hand to hand with Rafe in a heartbeat but now is not the time.

“Did he hurt you?” JJ directs his question to me, not taking his angry gaze off Rafe.

“Oh I definitely did but she liked it. Who knew little Routledge was a freak.” Rafe winks and JJ lunges, pistol whipping Rafe across the face.

“Stop. JJ, please. Let’s just go.” I wrap myself around his bicep, urging him to the door as Rafe holds the gash on his cheek that’s dripping blood onto his bare chest.

“You know where I’ll be if you want more, baby. Don’t act like you didn’t love it. Like you didn’t beg for it.” My face heats with humiliation but I quickly pull a fuming JJ to the door.

“I’ll be waiting!” Rafe calls as JJ slams the door and wedges a chair until the handle before ushering me towards the steps. I don’t know why I feel the need to explain myself to JJ but even as I open my mouth I know there’s nothing to say that will make it better.

I have my brother back. Nothing else should matter.

A week goes by and all I can think or dream about is the guy Rafe was when he was taking my virginity. How sweet and vulnerable he was. The adoration in his blue eyes as he thrusted as gently as he could inside me.

I should hate him after everything. Taking my virginity and my brother then telling the Pogues how I’d let him fuck me. I can tell they’re all pissed at me for sleeping with the enemy but I can’t find it in me to care.

I just want to see him. I’m like an addict needing just one more hit. One more touch. Anything to escape this place and how unwelcome I feel.

The hostility is thick in the air. I keep waiting for the bomb to go off. For everyone to rip into me for what Rafe proudly boasted about but no one does. Not even Kie. They're annoyingly quiet. Sarah and John B won't look me in the eye. Pope does but he looks sad for me. Kie has her mean girl face and JJ.. just looks disgusted. The judgement is clear and it only makes me crave Rafe more. I never felt judged with him. Even though I'm a Pogue and he's a Kook. He just seemed so real.

I'm about to climb out of the hammock and go to bed when JJ plops down across from me, a joint between his teeth. I know it's coming as he sits there and angrily takes hit after hit until there's nothing left and he stomps it out in the grass. Just when I'm about to demand for him to speak, he turns to me.

"Why?" His question gives me pause. It's instinctive to want to ask 'why what' but I know what he's asking. Why did I sleep with the enemy? Why did I let the enemy into my body and my heart?

"I didn't plan it if that's what you're asking." I murmur, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Is what you had not enough? Was I not enough?" JJ asks, his voice hard but I know it's because he's hurt.

"JJ, we've talked about this. I don't like you like that. I'm sorry you feel like I picked Rafe over you. That was never my intention. It just.. happened."

JJ scoffs. “So I guess it’s true that nice guys finish last and girls like you only go for assholes. The guys you have to beg for attention.”

“Excuse me?” My eyes widen damn near out of my head. This was so unlike JJ. He was always honest with me but he was never mean.

“You heard me. I’ve flirted with you our whole lives and you never gave me the time of day. Rafe Cameron is nice to you one time and you spread your fucking legs for him.”

I lunge forward in the hammock and smack him across the face. JJ angrily grabs my wrists and rolls me next to him so he’s pinning me down with his weight.

“You don’t fucking know what happened. You don’t know him like I do.” I snap, his angry eyes glaring back at me even in the dark.

“You don’t know him as well as you think. He tried to take Kie’s virginity too but she turned him down. Did you know that? Don’t think you’re something special in his grand scheme to fuck over John B.” My heart breaks at his words. I didn’t know about Kie. Although we didn’t really have girl to girl talks like her and Sarah. I was just John B’s annoying little sister.

“I’m not trying to hurt you but you need a wake up call. I saw the way you looked at him like some lovesick fool. You were three minutes away from going back to him before I came over here.” JJ’s voice softens as he watches my tears fall. When JJ’s eyes flick to my mouth it takes everything in me not to lash out again. He was trying to use my moment of weakness as a way to make a move.

“Are you sure you’re not just saying all these things because you’re jealous? Because you wish it was you inside me instead of him?” I sniffle, attempting to pull my hands from his grasp but his hold tightens as he leans in closer.

“I wanted you before you let Rafe Cameron inside you.”

“Tell that to whatever is poking me right now.” I growl. JJ scowls for a moment before rolling off me and climbing to his feet. The playful childhood friend I’d always had now looked at me like I was the enemy.

“Fine. If you want to run back into his arms, I can’t stop you. I just hope you have enough common sense to use protection. The last thing we need is more Cameron’s running around.” JJ turns, leaving me in the darkness as I debate my next move.

[phfenomena]

❝call it what you want.❞ || jack champion x reader

request- Jack champion x Reader where jack comes home for a bit and the goes on a road trip w his friends and y/n and jack and reader are best friends but ended up confessing there love on the trip 🙏

a/n: this is cute i actually really like this one please don’t flop

WARNINGS- driving, ocean, and the dark! let me know if i missed any <3

SHE ANXIOUSLY TAPPED her fingers on the steering wheel after finding the correct gate. she felt as if she was going to throw up, after only seeing his face on screens for years, she’d almost forgotten what he actually looked like. what he felt like. she was pulled out of her thoughts from the sound of the passenger door opening and she was met with jacks beaming smile.

“oh my god, you’re like actually here.” she says while opening her own door and trying to dodge the passing cars. she helped him put his luggage in the back of her car and turned to look at him. she grabbed the sides of his face in her hands and smiled so hard she felt as if her cheeks might fall off. “yeah, i’m like actually here.” he whispered and pulled her into a tight hug.

“they’re totally gonna freak when they see you, jack! we also decorated my house and might’ve thrown a welcome home party.” she whispered the last bit as she trailed off and unlocked the door. as the pair of teenagers walked through the hallway and flipped on the lights, all of their friends jumped out from behind furniture and screamed unintelligible words at the boy.

the music was quiet as it mixed with the soft conversations floating through the air, mostly friends asking jack about acting and how cool california is. he’d nod along politely but he wasn’t really listening, not when she was sitting across of him showing a friend something on her phone. she’d changed a lot, but he knew it was only physically. she just looked so much prettier in real life than through his phone screen.

“i vote we watch scream six!” “no, that’s so awkward! jack, what do you want to watch? you’re the guest here.” she whispered as she set her hand on his knee and looked at him with those oh-so-soft eyes he’d grown to miss. “uh, fuck, i have no clue, can we just scroll through until we find something?”

the group had somehow settled on watching the most terrifying movie jack had ever laid his eyes on, the conjuring, she laughed softly and teased the boy every time he covered his eyes or shoved his head into her shoulder. she seemed to be the only person not on the brink of tears. “how are you not scared? this is the scariest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my life!” their friend asked, cutting through the silence of the room. “i don’t believe in ghosts, man. it’s cool cgi and stuff but it just doesn’t scare me.”

“i know what’ll scare you.” the movie had been paused and the group gathered on the floor. flashlights for each person laid on the ground. “we’re gonna play bodies bodies bodies, and i’m going to make it my mission to scare the shit out of you.”

the names of the killers had been pulled and the countdown had begun. she wandered throughout her dark house and grew uneasy at the feeling of being watched. she heard a creak in the floorboard behind her and whipped around with her flashlight, breathing heavily. “whoever that was, fuck you.” she whispered into the seemingly empty darkness. “i’m sure you’d like to.” a voice whispered behind her and she dropped her flashlight. she turned around and started hitting against jacks chest. “not funny, you asshole!” he laughed off the assault he was receiving and wrapped his arms around her to stop her from moving. “what do you say, we go hide in a closet and wait for a body to be found?” she narrowed her eyes at him and backed up, picking up her flashlight. “why are you trying to get me alone? so you can kill me and leave me all alone in the dark?”

she saw his perfectly white teeth as he leaned closer to her. “i wouldn’t leave you alone, i’d wait with your dead body.” she rolled her eyes and pushed him away. her mouth had opened to hurl insults before she heard the group downstairs yelling.

her childhood friend, jessica, lay motionless on the floor trying to stifle her laughter. “i haven’t seen jack the entire time, i ran into basically everyone but jack and you.” their friend pointed his finger at them, accusingly. “she was with me, i didn’t see her kill anyone.” jack replied in an almost over-confident tone.

the lights had been turned back off and she quickly beelined back up the stairs to hide in a bathroom. she could hear her own heartbeat screaming in her ears as she sat quietly. the door opened and she shuffled further into the tub and covered her mouth. the moonlight only allowing her to see a silhouette standing in front of the shower curtain, and they tilted their head to the right and slowly pulled the curtain back.

her eyes widened as she was met with jacks beaming smile and she relaxed before he squatted down and whispered “gotcha.”. he poked her knee and she was filled with shock and a minuscule amount of amusement. “are you kidding me, jack? you waited this long to kill me?” “you’re dead, you’re not supposed to be talking.”

the cars were filled with quiet and tired teenagers, most of them already back asleep. the only ones awake in the first van was the driver, jack, and her. she’d been staring out the window with her headphones on, watching the trees and streets she’d known for her whole life, pass by. jack had also been reminiscing, but about her. his eyes raked over every inch of her body as he thought about the years he’d missed, and how she’d grown and changed without him.

she turned her head and he quickly looked out his own window, failing miserably at not looking suspicious. he felt a light prod at his shoulder and turned to face her, she looked so gentle under her copious amounts of blankets and snacks littered on the car floor. “what’re you thinking about? you look serious, it’s weird.” his eyes gravitated to his shoes as he muttered out “just how much i’ve missed.” she furrowed her eyebrows and shot him a hopeful smile. “this whole trip is us making up for lost time, plus you were literally living out your dream. don’t feel bad about that.”

the van had parked at the rest stop and the original driver, jessica, announced she was tired of driving and wanted to switch. she lifted her head from jacks shoulder and adjusted to the light, “i can drive, jess.” and she found herself in the drivers seat trying to connect her phone to the bluetooth. she hadn’t even seen jack exit the vehicle until he was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat. she stopped her attempts at her phone and looked up at him. “jus’ thought you could use some company up here.”

the faint words of taylor swift were floating through the car but jacks loud voice was drowning her beautiful lyrics out. “the blood actually tasted really bad, i didn’t like filming those scenes.” she threw her head back laughing and the sun caught her perfectly. “you’re so pretty when you laugh” it was like his brain turned into mush and he forgot how to shut his mouth. “only when i laugh? that’s so mean.” she smiles while keeping her eyes on the road. “no! i mean like, um, you get what i mean, right?”

the vans headlights illuminated the beach house and the once sleepy and moody teenagers were suddenly happier than the elderly at bingo. as the rooms were being called and fought over, she silently slipped into the furthest room of the hallway and jack followed. “can i room with you? brent kicks when he sleeps.” he whispered and she smiled “yeah so do i, i actually do full martial arts routines when i’m sleeping. but you can totally room with me!” she jokes while she sets her bags on the floor and collapsing onto the bed, he always followed her. throughout whatever she did.

he shifted uncomfortably and as quietly as possible to avoid waking her. he honestly feels like he would’ve gotten more sleep rooming with brent, at-least brent isn’t a pretty girl he’s had a crush on for years. the moonlight barley illuminates the room, just enough to see out onto the beach.

the waves crashed so beautifully and naturally across the rocks as he sat on the shore just staring. thinking about how comfortable he was, how hungry he was, and her. always her. and as if god was listening to his prayers, she took a seat next to him. she clutched her cardigan tightly across her chest as they sat in silence.

“it’s weird having you back, you know? i got so used to being without you for years and suddenly you’re right next to me again, like nothing happened. you’re taller now.” she whispers out, it could almost be mistaken for wind cascading over the waves. “you grew too, just in ways you haven’t noticed. like, you don’t cover your mouth when you laugh anymore.” she nods softly and hums. “did you miss me at all?” he barley heard it. “a lot. especially when i had a bad day and you weren’t there to cook me dinner and let me talk about it.”

“i missed you too. nothing was ever the same after you left, and no one ever wanted to try my new recipes like you did.” he looks over at her after fighting the urge the entire time. “when i leave, would you go with me?” the air around them was so warm and inviting, they could’ve fallen asleep there. she nods and opens her mouth to but quickly shuts it while thinking. “can i tell you something?” he mutters a soft agreement and turns fully towards her. “but you have to promise it won’t make things weird between us.” he holds his pinky out and smiles. “i promise.”

“i’ve had like the biggest crush on you since we met.” their eyes bored into each others and she began to regret her confession. “i know. i have too, i’m really obsessed with you to a worrying extent.” her laugh cut through the silence and her head settled on his shoulder.

he felt as if they were the only people in the world, and in some ways they were.

[eeveebitches]

collared. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

Word count: 2.496

18+ only! More under the cut ^^~

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, collar and leash stuff, coming untouched/in pants, aftercare

Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

A/n: wrote this in a haze and now its here so yippee. this is also on my AO3 btw :D

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"Romes, c'mon, just open it!"

You watch him fumble around with the sleek, black gift box, his nervous laughter filling your living room. "Fuck off, I will, I'm just making sure this isn't a fucking bomb you put to kill me or something. You freaky assassin bitch," he jokes tensely, brows furrowing. In the dim lighting you can see his eyes glimmer in anticipation. "So this is like, what, a pair of panties for me to wear around the office or some shit? Or like, a cock ring? Do you like my dick so much you wanna marry it?"

All you do is shoot him a sharp look, but it's enough for him to raise his hands in defeat and start pulling at the tiny ribbon. "I guess romance isn't dead," he mumbles to himself as he struggles to pull at the ribbon's tail. With a roll of your eyes you snatch the box away from him, quickly untying the ribbon for him and handing it back to him just as swiftly.

"You can't do anything, can you?" There's clear humor in your tone, and yet you instantly pick up on the way his chest stutters and his forehead creases. All he can manage to let out is a small 'shut up' before he removes the top of the box, revealing your gift. You revel in the way he starts shifting in his seat, eyes glued to the content of the box.

Roman lets out something akin to a nervous chuckle, high-pitched and curt, as he grabs and raises the gift for you to see. "A collar? Seriously? That's like, majorly fucked up. My therapist is gonna hate your guts, because you just put his ass behind three years at the very least with this."

You watch him as he inspects the maroon red collar and its golden detailing. His hands are shaking as he messes with the buckle, despite his clear attempts at trying to still himself. "I even added a name tag for you," you hum out as you let your back meet the couch's pillows. Roman, on the other hand, shoots up, collar still in hand as he lets out an incredulous laugh.

"A fucking dog collar! You're one wicked bitch, y'know, seeing I told you about the cage shit. Or is this because I told you? Oh, fuck you, I shouldn't have told you that. I wouldn't have if I knew you were gonna do psychological mind games while my guard is, y'know, down."

He starts pacing around in front of you, the tag of his collar jingling as he waves his hands around during his rambles. "And I thought you were trying to be sweet, propose to my dick, have a Las Vegas wedding with it. I had little baby dick names ready for the fuckin' family I thought you were gonna build, but no, you target my childhood trauma instead. Real fuckin' classy, holy shit," he rambles on.

With each word he says, heat travels further and further from his neck up into his face, until his cheeks are left to burn brightly. Even in the darkness of night and dimness of your lights, you can pick up on just how red he is in the face. Every laugh he lets out between sentences becomes shorter, bouncier. It's like you're watching him melt right in front of you.

"So?"

His head whips to look at you. "'So?' Fucking 'so?'"

You stand up and walk to stand only inches away from him, a light grin gracing your features. "So do you want me to put it on for you, or...?"

Roman blinks once. Then twice, and then another dozen times as he processes your words. "It's a yes or no question, Roman, c'mon. Even you should be able to answer that."

"I, uh... god, fuck you," he groans out, eyes squeezed shut before looking down to stare at the collar in his palms as he hides from your heated gaze. Weakly, he hands you it, not making eye contact as he explains. "You spent money on the stupid thing, I don't want you to be a whiny baby about wasted cash."

You let out an unconvinced 'sure' as you take the collar from him. With repressed glee you caress the intricate stitching in the leather. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't immediately thought about Roman the moment you laid your eyes on the thing, knowing how nice it'd look around his neck. "Alright, then kneel in front of me."

Roman's line of sight rises to meet your own. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you. It takes all but four seconds for him to awkwardly kneel down, his dress pants clearly restricting his movements to a degree. "Jesus, you actually kneeled down. Embarrassing," you tell him as you unbuckle the collar, reveling in the way he quietly heaves at your words.

All it takes is a one-two movement to unbuckle it. You dangle the now open collar in front of Roman, a sadistic fire lighting in the pit of your stomach. "D'you want your collar?"

Quietly, he gives you a small nod. Not enough. "I can't hear you, Roman. Do you want your collar or not?" you hiss. The noise he makes is something between a grunt and a moan, his puppy-like eyes glossed over as he stares at the collar. "Use your words, mutt."

"H-ahh, fuck, yes please."

That's what you wanted to hear, so you bend down and carefully wrap the collar around his neck, taking your time as you buckle it back up. You make sure to let your nails "accidentally" scratch his neck as you mess with the tightness of it, watching his expression from the corner of your eye. He doesn't seem to be turning purple, and you're able to wriggle your fingers between the toughness of leather and scratchiness of his stubbly neck.

You back away from him, taking in the sight in front of you. He's already panting, hands awkwardly resting on his thighs. You can see his fingers tremble with anticipation as he occasionally fumbles with the fabric of his slacks. And god, that collar. The red contrasts beautifully against both his pale skin and light blue blouse. You watch the name tag bounce around with each of Roman's quivers, golden and glimmering, borderline hypnotizing.

The veins on his neck are also clearly visible now, though it's more because of the restraint he seems to be practicing, rather than the tightness of the collar. He clearly wants to say something, anything, but he's biting his tongue for you. "You look so handsome with your collar on. Does it feel nice?" you ask, taking slow steps to stand only inches away from him.

He nods his head with a breathy 'yes' as he looks up at you. With a gentle hand you play with his hair, messing it up even more than it previously was. He's always disheveled when he visits your apartment, blouse already buttoned down and sleeves messily rolled up as he unceremoniously throws himself onto your couch.

You hum in response, fingers carefully tangling in his hair as you look down at him. "God, you're really pathetic. Kneeling down with a fucking collar on, how would people react to this? Fucking disgusting."

"I know," he groans out, squeezing his eyes shut in a weak attempt at calming himself. "Oh, you know?And yet you still act like a bitch in heat in front of me. Is the thought of everyone knowing how disgusting you are really that arousing?"

As he squirms and groans you grab the best part of your gift ever-so carefully from behind your couch's pillows, and before he can react you clasp the matching leash onto his collar. "Romes, is this alright?" you quickly ask, and with a quick nod from him you continue. You carefully pull at it, laughing as Roman loses his balance and grabs onto your legs for support. "Now you're a proper bitch! You're probably hard as a rock by now as well, aren't you, freak?"

He doesn't say anything to you, just lets his bottom lip stutter as he takes in raspy breaths, barely nodding his head in confirmation. "Go ahead and loosen your pants, mutt," you snarl at him. Yet again you can't help but laugh at him as he unbuttons- and zips his trousers with an extreme urgency.

"It's sad how needy you are, really. All I needed was a collar and leash, and you're letting me push you around as if you aren't a fucking Roy. I should really contact a gossip site about this or something, or your siblings even," you think aloud, and the way Roman lets out a pathetic whine at the words makes your head spin.

With a wicked grin you yet again yank at the collar. You pause for a moment, waiting for the confirmation that he's still okay, and when he lets out a broken hum of approval you happily tug at it once more.

Each tug at his collar sends a shot of ecstasy through Roman's body, a feeling he wouldn't be able to compare to anything else. No money, nor business validation, nor closed deal can copy what you're doing to him now- what you're giving him. "Are you already close, mutt? Don't tell me you're gonna finish in your underwear just because of a simple tug. You're not that much of a perverted freak, are you?" He lets out a whiny 'I am', and as you look down at his lap you grin at the sight. Pre-cum is steadily leaking through his navy blue boxers, his painfully erect cock twitching from underneath the damp layer of fabric. 

You let your face morph into one of pure disgust as you strengthen your grip on the leash, lightly tugging at it as you watch Roman fall apart. "You gonna cum in your pants, Roman? Like the disgusting pervert you are?"

It's clear that he's having a hard time getting his words out. The feather-weight friction of the fabric of his boxers rubbing against him with every tiny movement he makes clearly is too much for him. There's even a slight bit of drool on the side of his mouth, wetting his pretty pink lips and making them shimmer. "C'mon, Roman, tell me if you're going to cum and admit you're disgusting," you taunt. It seems to do the trick, as his eyes screw shut and his breath falters. His face is as flushed as can be, hair tousled and forehead glimmering with sweat. Just the way you like him. 

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum," he fumbles out, sharp breaths turning into light moans as you deliver a final, harsh tug to his leash.

He releases with a loud gasp, followed by a low, strung-out moan as he messes up his underwear. You watch him as he lightly convulses with pleasure, body hunched as he takes in each wave of sensations. As his breaths slow down, you bend down and unclasp his leash, holding his burning face in your hands as you tut.

"Such a filthy pup, making a mess. I'll clean you up, alright?" Roman simply hums in response, eyes still closed as he leans into your touch. "You did so well for me," you tell him, kissing his forehead as you unbuckle and remove his collar.

Carefully, you hold onto him and help him stand up. His knees wobble, and his pants sag down a little, but he's managing. He lets out a hoarse chuckle, finally making eye contact with you again. "Jesus fuck, woman."

You smile at the words. He's clearly alright, and that's what matters most. "I know, I know. So you liked the gift?" you ask as you lead him to your bathroom. He shuffles along awkwardly, clearly bothered by the sensation of still wearing his underwear. "Don't fuckin' ask me that, my god. And can you make sure to use the, uhh, the vanilla soap you always use? I'm sticky as shit with sweat."

"And other stuff," you quip, letting Roman sit on your toilet's closed cover as you start running a bath. "Oh please, like your panties aren't absolutely soaked because of me," he replies, adorning his usual, clownish grin. "Uh-huh, you're a total pussy slayer, Romes."

He puffs up his chest and smacks it with flat palms, letting out forced grunts in his ultra-dominant ways. "I'm a total fuckin' alpha. Seriously, how you let me parade around the office by myself is fuckin' beyond me. You should be more worried about all the women that flash their tits at me through the windows," he says, carefully watching the bath foam up as you pour the soap in. 

"Maybe I should then just get you a collar with my name on it, force you to wear it at work and stuff," you mumble, more to yourself than to him, but he softly groans at the thought. "Maybe you should," he mumbles back, nibbling at his bottom lip as he looks away from you. All you reply with is a light chuckle.

You hum at the smell of vanilla permeating in your quant bathroom. You use the same soap for every day showers, mostly because Roman has been gifting you it ever since he first caught a whiff of it. "Want me to help you undress?"

Roman shakes his head, pulling down his pants and undergarments and quickly making work of the buttons of his blouse. He clearly struggles, though, hands still trembling as he can't get the buttons through the slots. "C'mere, lemme do those," you tell him, and he doesn't hesitate to sit back down on the toilet lid and watch you, bent down to properly reach the buttons.

"Thanks, mommy," he jokes in a mocking, slightly more high-pitched tone. "Don't call me mommy as if you aren't totally into the idea of it," you retort, winning you a partial victory as he sputters before mumbling a weak 'shut up'.

You watch Roman carefully enter the bath as you remove your own clothes. You make sure to grab both his and your underwear and throw it in the laundry bin, before stepping in and sitting behind him, his back resting against your chest.

With a bit of similarly scented shampoo you carefully wash and massage his hair, humming a vague tune as you do so. He falls quiet, as he usually does in moments like these, simply letting his eyes flutter shut as you take care of him.

"Was everything alright tonight? Nothing too much?" He lazily hums, clearly in a state of tranquil as you pamper him. "It was perfect, you were really fucking hot, aaand I came my fucking brains out untouched. No complaints here." 

You laugh at that, and with a small kiss to his bare neck you let yourself get lost in him.

"You were really hot, too."

[spideycatt]

Cat & Mouse Part 2.5 || MM x F!READER

Synopsis:

You see Miles at a party after a mishap

Now playing:

Yea, I said it // Rhianna, Astrothunder // Travis Scott, Slow Motion // Don Toliver

Warnings: Cussing, BLACK reader, aave (Ik its in like every fic i write but its how i talk dont come for me), partying, bumping n grinding on the dance floor oooo, Mentions of drinking, Use of n-word

Not rlly warnings/ A.N: Mentions of Gwendolyn Stacy🙄, the dancing scene popped up in my head after listening to the linked song on repeat so ofc i wrote about it!!, Just a lil sumn sumn before i close off this lil series

“Oh my GOD Miles just shut the fuck up! I dont care if you and that bitch Gwen got something goin on because you’re not my nigga! Everyones right. Im not gon trip over you and whatever hoes you might have because obviously- this ain’ gon work. I’m over here stressing over finding a new roommate, I’m not gonna stress over someones who’s not my nigga, too.” You scream, staring at Miles as he stood in your doorway, both of you breathing heavily from raising your voices. You shook your head as you slam the door in his face, making sure to give him a pointed look before it shut.

You sigh at the memory of you and Miles’ fight from two days prior. He hadn’t come back to talk to you, and that only made you feel worse for slamming the door in his face like that. But it was true. You two weren’t dating, so you wouldn’t think it over too much. Hence why you were at a some 90’s themed party with your friend right now.

(“You need to bring someone home! Forget about Mr. Lame out there. Have some fun!”

“Girl what? I’m not even thinking bout boys right now.”)

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks! Remember what I said- let loose!”

You nod your head at her, nodding your head to the sound of Travis Scott bouncing off the walls. Which, wasn’t very 90’s, but as long as you were dressed up did it really matter?

You start walking to see where your friend went, but got stopped by someone grabbing your waist. You whip your head around to see who had the guts to touch you like that, and was met with a random guy you’ve seen around school. ‘Kinda cute.’

“Wanna dance, baby?”

You cringe inwardly at the nickname, being so used to Miles saying it to you. ‘You’re literally here to forget about him. One dance won’t hurt!’

Your friend comes back as soon as he starts tugging you away, you shrug at her as she gives you a questioning look.

You both move to the make-shift dance floor as Let’s chill by Guy starts playing. His hands on your hips as you sway your bodies to the music. You were getting really into the song, you were caught by surprise when you look up and see none other than Miles, staring at you two from across the room like he wanted to kill the guy behind you. You roll your eyes, continuing to dance on the boy behind you, when you felt him get pushed off you suddenly. You whip your head around for the second time tonight to see Miles and the guy almost chest to chest.

“Dude what the fuck?!” The guy yelled over the music, looking up at Miles with furrowed brows.

“Hands off my girl.” Miles quipped, looking down at the man with a mean look on his face, making the guy quickly back off.

“You’re crazy.” The boy huffed out, putting his hands up in surrender, quick to run off into the crowd.

Miles turned to look at you, grabbing your hips and pulling you close with a smirk.

“Miles, what the fuck.”

“Hey, Moss. I missed you.” He said, trying to lean in for a kiss, but you put a finger over his mouth.

“You dont get to ‘Hey, Moss,” me right now. Is that a durag on your head? Who the fuck did your hair?” You question rapidly, pushing his hands off you.

“Chill, baby,” he whispered in your ear, placing his hands back on your hips, and kissing down your neck. “My homegirl did them yesterday.”

“I don’t like that.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. Thats why I did it.” He smirked, spinning you around to hold you from behind. ‘Typical.’

“Y’know ma I like this style on you. You really turning me on right now.” He grabbed your hips and moved them along with his, dancing to the song currently playing.

“Don’t think you can make me forget about you and Gwen.”

He sighed in your ear, throwing his head back as he grinds into you. “I already told you baby, it wasn’t like that. She had a thing for me, and I fucked up by not putting her in her place. You know I only want you, ma.”

“No. I don’t know, Miles. You out here letting girls touch on you and do your hair ‘n shit. And that’s making this very hard to believe.” You spat, glaring at no one in particular.

“You’re so sexy when you mad, ma.”

You stay silent at that, slowly bringing one hand up to wrap around the back of Miles’ neck, and putting the other hand over his, which stayed on your hip.

“So do you forgive me baby?” He muttered, rubbing his thumb over your jean skirt.

“Why would I forgive you if we’re not even together?” You counter, tilting your head to the side.

“Oh it’s like that?” He raised a brow, mouthing over your neck.

“Yup.”

“Lets make it official then, yea? Let me be yours. And you can be mine. Just mine.”

“You’d better to tell your ‘homegirl’ to keep her hands out ya hair if I say yes.”

“When you say yes. Y’know you can’t act like this forever.” He turned you back around and smirked down at you, making your tummy fill with butterflies.

“Forget you.” You kiss your teeth, looking away from him as he spreads a hand over your ass cheek.

“Nah. I know you want me, too. Así que dime, Moss. Whats up with you?” (so tell me)

“Ok, ok. Yea.” You sigh, pressing yourself against Miles, hugging his middle and resting your head against his chest.

“What was that baby?” He said smugly, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Miles.”

“Fiesty.”

kuett.

[sturnsluv]

meddle about pt. 1

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: when Y/N finds herself falling for her big brothers life-long enemy, will she choose love or family?

warnings: mentions of blood

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3:43 pm

I watched Matt storm off, blood dripping from his nose, and chest heaving like some sort of MMA fighter after a match. My head whipped back towards my brother, who stood there like he was some sort of god, shoulders broad, face solemn, and that same bloody nose leaking wine-looking stains all over his white shirt.

“What the hell Jack!” I shouted. This is all they ever do: fight, fight, and fight. My brother Jack and Matthew Sturniolo have hated each other for as long as I can remember, which I completely understand. Matt’s an insufferable dickhead with an ego the size of the Titanic. Despite my best efforts to avoid him, I always manage to find myself around him, caught in the crossfire of their endless feud.

Matt’s brother Nick has been my best friend since 2nd grade when he punched a boy who made fun of the tiara I wore to school that day. Since then, I have been forced into a house that always consists of Matt. Although my hatred partly came from my loyalty to my big brother, Matt’s attitude had a way of making me hate him all by myself. Like all the times he’s made snide comments about Jack’s ability on the hockey team. Or the way he looks at me like his eyes are bullets piercing into my skin with every remark he makes. 

“What? he was being a dick!” Jack hollered back, his face contorting with a mix of confusion and anger. His short, permed, brunette hair fell messily in front of his eyes, and the back stuck up all which ways. He stood tall like Dad, but his green eyes came from our Mother. 

“Mom is going to kill you Jackson,” I say through gritted teeth, my frustration with their constant fighting boiling over. Mom had explicitly warned Jack that the next fight with Matt would result in him being done with hockey, but it seemed like these two senseless men couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter the consequences.

Jack only had the energy to roll his eyes at me and stumble away, most likely to go clean up his battered face. I sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of our recurring “Sturniolo” drama settling in once again. Ignoring the turmoil brewing inside me, I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone, immediately clicking on Nick’s contact.

Y/N:

our stupid brothers fought again 🥱

nick😛:

you HAVE to be fucking kidding me.

Y/N:

I wish I were bro

Nick😛: 

at this point I think they’re secretly in love and this is all a cover up

I giggle to myself cause honestly, he’s probably right. Nick always has the perfect way of making me laugh, and he’s one of the only people in my life I never feel judged around. Nick has held me as I cried and laughed with me hours later over the stupid boys who’ve broken my heart. He’s even forced Matt to pick me up after I had been stranded at parties or events. Overall, he’s always been there for me. I have other friends of course, but those friendships have never felt real to me, always one-sided on my part. 

 Looking up I slide my phone back into my pocket and begin the most dreadful trek across the football field. Okay, that was dramatic but looking for Jack isn’t exactly something I'm up for right now. Tonight is going to be restless from the amount of bickering I'm about to hear from him and Mom. The house was already loud enough with Mom and Dad fighting. Ever since I was eight years old, Mom and Dad haven’t gotten along. They’ve tried almost everything to mend their marriage. Even couples counseling, but nothing ever worked, so me and Jack just have to deal with it.

 I sigh to myself as my mind races, and the gentle trudge across the field continues toward the locker room, where I assume I’ll find my brother. But the fighting won't even be the worst part of it all. The worst part will be tomorrow when I'm over at Nick’s house, hearing Matt bitch and moan about Jack. I swear every time I’m around him I have to fight the urge to strangle him. All he talks about is the stupid cheerleaders he’s hooking up with, or lacrosse this, hockey that. His voice is unbearable and it’s genuinely the reason I question if I want to go over every time Nick asks. 

Suddenly I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear my name called from behind me. I turn around and see the one and only center of my anger. Matt. His voice cuts through the tension-filled air like a knife. His expression is unreadable, but his body language exudes a mix of exhaustion and hesitation.

“What do you want?” I yell back at him. He’s standing about twenty feet away from me with the same bloody face he had about thirty minutes ago. My face drops when he starts to jog towards me and I’m filled with a feeling of ‘please leave me alone.’ 

As Matt gets closer the sound of his sneakers hitting the wet, sloshy turf rises, and so does my frustration. “You have a ride home?” He breathes out, panting lightly. Matt places a hand on his knee to steady himself, while the other scratches the back of his neck. His face is flushed and red. The fight obviously damaged him, and he looked nervous to be standing in front of me.

“That’s seriously all you wanted?” My face gains a snarky scowl and I look him up and down, noticing the way his hand is running through the hairs at the back of his neck and the way he lightly taps his foot on the ground. It's apparent he’s on edge, which I assume is because of the fact he just beat my brother's ass, but I couldn’t care less about either of them right now. I mean I do love my big brother, but not when he’s acting so prideful after doing something so wrong. Even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it. Matt’s loud but unsteady voice cuts off my thoughts.

“Well I just assumed Jack left, and Nick's order is to always look after you, even if I want to kick your face in,” He exclaims as he smiles sarcastically at me. I scoff and look away mumbling a quick ‘I’m good’ under my breath. I hear him start to speak, but I cut him off by turning around and continuing my path toward the locker room. I assume at that moment he turns as well, going off in search of his car.

As I walk away my feet drag against the turf, little beads coming up beneath me and I’m overwhelmed with strange, alluring thoughts of Matt’s bloody face. 

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11:47 pm

God, will they ever shut up? I listen to Mom’s and Jack’s muffled voices from the kitchen. Tossing and turning in my bed, I put my fluffy, pink pillow around my ears to attempt to surround myself in silence. That doesn’t work as the pillow is too thin, and the yelling continues pounding into my eardrums. 

When the school called earlier and told our parents what happened, Mom was pissed immediately. Even though the fight was after school hours, it still took place on “school property” so both Jack and Matt ended up suspended. On any normal occasion, I’d be delighted to hear about Matt’s suspension (as it happens quite frequently), but now that Jack’s involved I think I might go insane. His presence in the chaos only amplifies the tension in our home.

But I keep thinking about Matt, and what he said to me. He’s usually not the type of guy to walk over offering any type of help. He’s one of those mysterious types of guys who always get into trouble, even though you barely see them talk. I think it’s all an egotistical act he does to seem tough. Whenever I’m at Nick’s he’s hidden away in his room playing video games made for children. It’s so out of character of him to even think of me and the more I contemplate, I can’t help but grin. Sitting up on my mattress I slap my face. What the fuck am I thinking? Nothing about Matt Sturniolo should be making me smile. Not the way his hair flops in front of his eyes, or the way his mouth lifts to the side when he smiles. Even the way his arms flex when he wraps his hands around a lacrosse stick. Ew! What am I doing? 

I lay my head back on my pillow, letting the thoughts of Matt drift out of my mind. My brain starts to calm and just as I’m about to fall asleep- Ding! 

“Ugh,” I verbally groan at the sound of my phone snapping me back awake. I reach my hand out and turn it over, and the bright screen practically blinds me. As my eyes start to adjust I’m finally able to see what the message is.

Matt Sturniolo: 

hey I gotta ask you something

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a/n: first chapter lmk what you guys think! 😊 comment to be on my taglist!

[atomic--peach]

Imagine: Severus and the Marauders helping you escape an arranged marriage.

Pt 1/?

(Young!Severus x Reader)

(Warning: mentions of SH)

The anguished wails that had echoed off the domed ceiling of the astronomy tower had subsided into choked sobs.

Your face buried into his chest, Severus gripped you tightly as your whole body jerked and trembled and you gasped out the last of your sobs violently.

"I won't do it" Your grip on his cloak tightened. "I won't, they can't make me! I'm 18 now, I don't have to if I don't..."

You trailed off, both of you aware of how hollow those assertions were. At the end of the year, you family would meet you at the train station, and traffic you off to some chapel or ministry office and all but physically force you to sign the marriage certificate.

"Oh, God" a fresh round of sobs threatened to wash over you as your breathed deeply. "I can't, I can't do it."

Severus wished he had some words of comfort, some grand plan to protect you from what was to come. But when you dropped the news on him, it was as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"I'm sorry" He breathed, "Darling, please we'll think of something. We just need some time."

You only had two days.

You sighed, wiping your eyes and drawing away from him. You looked up at him with puffy, blood shot eyes with fresh tears threatening to spill down your face.

"You can't take me away from you" You tried to sound firm but came off as desperate. "They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming. I'll kill myself before-"

"Don't say that!" Severus grabbed your face so tightly it hurt. "Don't you ever say that again! No, you won't do that, because we are going to think of something."

He tried to sound sure, but you could hear the fear the edged his voice.

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The next day your tears had dried, but in every room, you brought a shadow of grief. Like a drifting ghost, gazing ahead with sightless eyes, saying nothing to anyone at all.

"Hey"

Your head had drooped over your desk, deaf to whatever the professor at the head of the class way saying.

"Y/N?"

You glanced to the side and found two well-formed faces blinking at you expectingly, conveying both curiosity and pity.

"What, Black?"

"I... well, We-" He swallowed, "We heard, about what's happening. To you, I mean."

"Come to congratulate me?" You spat sharply.

"No" Sirius growled, going impatient.

"It's just that-" James whispered over Sirius, "We think we know a way to get you out of it."

Your body stiffened; your grip snapping the quill in your hand.

"Don't you fucking play with me" You growled "Don't you do it."

"We're not!" Sirius insisted. "Look, I know we haven't always been on the same side. But this is serious. It's not fair. And if there's a way we can help, we want to."

You stared at them both, shocked at first, then feeling a fresh wave of tears as hope began to sink it.

"Please" you whispered. "Anything you can do. Do it"

At the end of the day, you sat in the courtyard, looking around you expectantly.

Where were they?

"Y/N!"

You shot up and whipped around, smiling smally as Severus took long strides across the courtyard. As he approached you, he took your face in his hands and dress your brow to his.

"You said it was urgent."

"It is" You nodded, take a moment to appreciate the closeness between you, "We may have an out. But you're going to have to trust me, okay? I mean really trust me."

"With my life. " He nodded firmly, before glancing over your shoulder and frowning deeply. "Oh fuck, here we go."

You glanced back and watched as James, Sirius, and Lily approached.

"No, no, no. I said to trust me. Remember?" You grabbed his face to redirect his attention. "Please, please just do this for me."

"Hackles down" James sighed "We're not here to fight"

"Then what do you want?" Severus tried to keep the edge out of his, if only for your sake.

"We have an idea." Sirius began. "But it's going to take a lot of work. And if we want it to work, we're going to have to trust each other. If only temporarily."

"That's a big ask."

"Please" You grabbed his hand, pressing your brow back to his. "Please, this needs to work. I can't bear the idea of them taking me away from you. I won't survive it."

Severus swallowed hard, his grip on your hand tightening before letting out a drawn-out sigh.

"What, exactly, is your plan?"

"Congratulations, you two" James grinned. "You're getting married."

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Even with the expansion charm, the chest was cramped.

You were practically in Severus's lap, too scared to blush, as you glanced at the girl sitting across from the two of you.

"Thank you." You began carefully, "For doing this, Lily."

The red head had been operating in uneasy silence since the beginning. You knew there was tension between Severus and Lily, but you tried to keep out of it.

Severus moved you off of him slightly and sighed.

"I-"

"Don't" Lily stopped him. "I am not doing this for you. I think it is barbaric and medieval for anyone to be forced into marriage. Especially when it's a woman being practically sold like chattel."

Her green eyes narrowed at him sharply. "That being said, if you get cold feet and back out of this at the last minute, I'll kick your ass myself."

She would too.

You grabbed Severus's hand and smiled trying to break the tension, "This really isn't how I envisioned my wedding day as a girl, but..." A cold chill ran up your spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?

"What?" He blinked at you.

"You have a whole life ahead of you." Dread crept into your soul as you continued. "And I... I don't want to take that away from you."

"Are you out of your mind?" He scoffed. "My life's potential will not be diminished by being attached to you. If anything, it will be improved greatly by your company."

The crate jerked to a stop, and Lily shushed them both. There was muffled voice above them and your blood froze in your veins. Severus's grip tightened and pulled you closer to him as you strained to hear what was going on above.

Please God, you prayed, please just let us pass

Once the crate started to move again, you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The crate was flooded with light as the lid swung open and James peered it. "We've left the station, you two have an appointment at the Ministry in 15 minutes, so everyone out."

You scrambled out of the crate and looked at James and Sirius for a second, suddenly acutely aware this may be the last time you ever see them.

"Snape."

"Hm?"

Sirius shuffled awkward, "I....This makes us even, alright?"

Severus blinked at him blankly for a moment before glancing away silently.

There were no goodbyes as You, Severus, and Lily made your away to the Ministry as quickly as possible. But by the time you arrived you were already 10 minutes late and the office you were supposed to enter was being locked up.

"No, no no no no!" You begged to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry, miss." The judge shook his head, jamming his keys into his pocket. "I'm gone for the day."

No, no you don't understand." You stumbled after him, gripping your last-minute fiancée's hand like a vice. "We *need* to get married today. It absolutely cannot wait."

The judge looked the two of you up and down and scoffed with a shake of his head. "Look, you seem like nice kids. But maybe hold off for a few years, huh?"

"Sir" Lily rushed forward, pulling the judge aside "It's just...my friend here" she motioned to you and pulled a pitying face, lowing her voice to a scandalized whisper. "She's gotten herself into a bit of *trouble*, if you know what I mean."

The judge blinked for a second before nodding in sudden understanding.

"He's just trying to do right by her, you know? Trying to do the honorable thing."

The judge straightened up stiffly and sighed. "I can respect that. Come in and I'll make it quick. I hope you know what you're doing, young man."

The wedding last about 15 minutes, no vows, no rings, just three signatures and a firm handshake from the judge and that was it.

"Be good to each other." Lily advised them, walking slightly ahead before eyeing Severus in particular. "Don't ruin it this time."

Standing hand in hand in the middle of the ministry lobby, you released your first free breath in three days with a laugh.

"Oh, my God" You leaned into your now husband, who draped a long arm over your shoulders. "We did it"

"We did" in a voice so calm it almost wasn't appropriate for the situation. "Now what?"

"Now...." You breathed. "I don't know. I didn't plan this far out."

"Hm" Severus swallowed, anxiety creeping in rapidly as he tried to seem as nonchalant as possible, "Well, first things first, we might want to tell your parents the wedding is off."

0You thought on this for a moment before smiling deviously, "Nah" you shook your head with a sly grin. "Let them sweat for a while. After all, this is our day, not theirs."

[lostinthewiind]

Bad Influence

Ray Person - Generation Kill

Rating: 16+

"Alright, Ray, I've got that hose you were looking for." You approached the humvee and waited for Ray to pull his head out of the hood.

Sweating buckets from a mixture of the hot steam and stifling Iraqi heat, Ray looked up at you. "You brought me hoes? Where?" He whipped his head from left to right.

Unamused, you placed a hand on your hip and stared him down. "Do you want me to fix your humvee for the millionth time or not?"

"Work your magic." Ray stepped away from the vehicle and held his hands up in defeat. "I can't seem to get the bitch working."

"I don't suppose that's the first time you've had trouble turning a bitch on, now is it, Ray?" you quipped as you took over for him and began to replace the radiator hose.

Ray grimaced. "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were the quiet, sweet mechanic."

"Blame yourself for teaching me such inappropriate language then," you accused him. "I was such a nice, innocent girl before I met you."

Ray smirked as he pulled his sunglasses out of his breast pocket and slid them on. "Hell yeah, you were. I love being a bad influence."

"I'm sure you do."

While you worked away on the humvee, thoroughly coating your hands and t-shirt in grease and God knows what other lubricants Ray had used in a desperate attempt to get his vehicle working again, Ray stood by and watched. Every once in a while he would tell a joke or throw in some unwanted advice, but generally speaking, he was useless.

"Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby girl, they imagine a future of fixing old ass humvees in the Iraq desert surrounded by some of the most depraved men in the world for her?" he asked out of nowhere.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your arm, you glared at Ray. "Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby boy they-" You paused. "Oh, wait. Never mind."

Stepping away from the vehicle and taking a quick break, you wiped your hands on the rag you carried in your back pocket the best you could before using the bottom on your t-shirt to wipe your face. With your lower stomach exposed, Ray let out a low whistle.

"You know, I think I've had a dream like this before," he said. Arms folded across his chest, he let his eyes trail over your body as you furrowed your brows. "Oh yeah, I've definitely had a dream like this before."

"Ray, if one more HR violation comes out of your mouth, I'm going to leave you and your broken humvee in the dust while the rest of us invade Iraq," you threatened. "Is that what you want?"

"What?" Ray retorted, defensive. "You're hot! It's a compliment."

Ignoring the comments, you returned to the task at hand, hoping you could get it done ASAP and head back to your tent to get out of the sun. With a couple more adjustments, you were sure you could get the hose attached and tightened properly. Hopefully, that would do the trick.

"This would be a lot more fun to watch if you took your shirt off."

You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Ray, shut your fucking mouth before I come over there and shut it for you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Drawing in a deep, calming breath, you focused on fixing the radiator hose. Once it was done, you slammed the hood back down and marched over to Ray, hands still slick with grease.

"Both." You grabbed his face with your hands, completely throwing him off guard. His relentless banter was a constant in your life, but he never actually acted on any of the things he said; and never in a million years did he think you would act on them.

You felt him inhale sharply as you leaned in, lips inches away from his. "I'm both terrified and extremely turned on right now," he whispered.

"Just how I like my men," you whispered back, lips ghosting over his.

"Are we about to kiss right now? Is this actually happening?"

"Ray," you breathed out, and when his hands lifted to your hips, you smirked. "I would rather wrap my mouth around the humvee's exhaust pipe and suck than ever kiss you."

With that, you pulled away and shook your head. Ray stared back at you, completely oblivious to the two greasy hand prints on either side of his face.

"Man, that's fucked up! Messing with a guy's emotions like that," he complained, clearly embarrassed with how quickly he had become caught up in the moment. "I don't want to kiss you anyway. You smell like sweat and grease."

"That'll teach you to harass me when I'm doing you a favour," you said as you grabbed the rag out of your back pocket again. "The humvee should be fine now. Go ahead and give it a try."

Narrowing his eyes at you, Ray slid into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. After a couple sputters, the vehicle roared the life, significantly quieter than it had been previously.

"Hey!" Ray slapped his hands down on the steering wheel. "You did it! And to think they said women weren't any good outside of the kitchen."

A defeated sigh fell from your lips. Then, you smiled. "Never change, Ray."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "Seriously though, thanks."

Your smile widened. "No problem."

As you turned to leave, you heard Ray clear his throat and stopped to look back at him. "You know, I don't actually think kissing you would be so terrible." His cheeks were redder than usual. "I mean, you do smell like sweat and grease, but we all do so its not exactly a turn off, considering the circumstances."

You chuckled. "And I suppose kissing you wouldn't be as bad as sucking on an exhaust pipe. A marginal increase in enjoyment, probably."

"So ..." He eyed you. "Should we, you know ...?"

"Absolutely not."

"No, yeah, it's probably a bad idea. You're right."

You shook your head as you began to leave. "I'm walking away now before things get weird again. Goodbye, Ray."

"Smart move. Goodbye."