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etherealily · 8 months ago

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𝒮𝐻𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮 // 🇳🇦🇹🇪 🇯🇦🇨🇴🇧🇸.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. Slur used.

This one is loooong.

Part 1 : Whiplash

Part 2 : 9 Lives

Part 3 : Blessed

Part 5 : Eighteen

Part 6 : Sin

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Bender? Nah, bend...her (to your will).

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Nate didn't really seem the type to get anxious.

Okay, scratch that. He got anxious when you weren't there to high-five him before a game.

But even that didn't come close to whatever the fuck he was feeling when he called you that evening, yelling as if you'd killed his fucking cat, or something.

"Come faster, come faster!", he urged, ignoring you as you informed him you were only human, and you were on your way as fast as possible. The lewd joke was right there, and he didn't take it. Something was seriously wrong.

"Why the hell are you so jumpy?"

"I'll explain when you get here. Slight change of plans. You're wearing something... conservative, yeah?"

"What?"

"Like, jeans and a T-shirt is fine, I guess.", he muttered, on the other end of the line, as if he was mentally picturing exactly what he wanted you to be wearing.

"Did you think my original plan was to show up in lingerie?"

"Jesus fucking Christ, stop being so fucking defensive!"

That was a slur that you just heard in his voice. "Are you drunk?"

"You're scarily good at this."

"Why are you drunk already?" Wasn't even dark yet.

"Can you just fucking drive, please?"

You rolled your eyes, taking a small moment to sadistically picture his head caught in the wheel, before placing your phone down and speeding up the car that unfortunately had to relive the trauma of driving because Nate Jacobs told it to.

The Jacobs household was infuriatingly stereotypical. Of course he'd have a pretty spectacular front doorstep. It was almost designed to lure you in.

You weren't even allowed to ring the doorbell, he answered the door much before. That was a shame. You wanted to be the one forcing him to come somewhere reluctantly, for once.

"Don't speak unless spoken to." Well, hello to you, too.

"What?"

"It's not just us."

No, no, no, no.

"Nate, you fucking asshole.", you hissed.

"I didn't know! My brother found out you were coming over and told my parents, so they cancelled plans to meet you."

"Why?"

"'Cause our Dad's a jerk, and my Mom's probably going to judge you, and my brother's a coward who hates me."

That was way too much Jacobs drama for one single minute, and you were not even two steps into the house.

"Wait, just-"

"It's fine, just sit next to me, shut up, and don't like... make eye contact."

"Am I meeting your family or getting into the cage with a fucking tiger?"

"Also, don't cuss.", he warned, pointing a finger at you and guiding you by your shoulders further into the abyss he called a home. "Smile. A lot."

Was it really even a normal family dinner if you had to be prepped this much? No, probably not.

"Hey, look who finally showed up!", he chuckled, the fakest breeze in his voice as he steered your shoulders towards a chair.

The rest of the Jacobs family looked up at you.

And suddenly, you'd have been fine clinging to Nate, because he was evidently the mildest of them. Rich freaks.

"Oh, the project partner." His mother, laying plates down on the table before patting your head, was a sight to behold. "Bit late.", she remarked, sickening sweetness lacing her tone as she stared pointedly at Nate behind you as if you couldn't fucking see it.

"Yeah, well, she's just learning to drive, y'know? Goes really slow."

Oh, boo-fucking-hoo, mama's boy, just say you had no intention of having your family here tonight.

"Nate, you never told me she could legally drive."

That must be the brother - the coward. He looked like he'd fucking rip you apart with just a glare.

"I didn't tell you anything.', he mumbled, more for you than him, before making his voice louder. "Y/N, this is my brother, Aaron, Aaron, Y/N."

His eyes made your skin crawl. Like you were a weapon he'd just been able to use against Nate.

"And, uh, my dad. Dad, this is, uh-"

You had no idea when your name had become so hard for him to pronounce, the way he was unable to get it out.

"Y/N, yes, I heard. I'm Cal. Cal Jacobs."

You'd take Nate forcing a gun down your throat to the feel of Cal's hand shaking yours any day.

In comparison, Nate's gun was basically the gentlest thing you'd ever be able to feel. A caress, essentially.

"Sit, sit.", he instructed, gesturing at you to do as he said in his own house or else. "So."

He was so fucking drunk. You could see it in his eyes.

Both Cal and Nate Jacobs were shitfaced.

Nate, you understood, because after hearing his description, even you seemed to need liquid courage to get through a dinner with his drunk dad.

"So.", responded Nate, blankly, as he sat down next to you, as promised.

The chairs you were on were fancy but seemed tired, in a way. Like they were putting up a strong front.

"What, pray tell, is this famous project that you've apparently been sneaking out for, according to Aaron?"

Oh, that was the problem! The sneaking out! Oh, that was okay, that was in your jurisdiction, you could just fix it. Make it sound like there was no other time to meet up. Cool cool cool.

"It's just this thing for psychology. About athletes and superstitions."

"My Nate doesn't have any superstitions. He wins because he's the best.", interjected his mother, as if you'd been holding a gun to his face and she'd just jumped in front of him. You looked at the giant plate she'd just set down. Fucking steak.

With a knowing glance at Nate, you nodded. "Yes, but jocks don't really like admitting it. So I just ask him about his buddies who do have superstitions. Seeing as he has none of his own."

You didn't bother to look at the fuck-you-so-much glare he was sending your way.

"Oh, yes, Mom, Nate's just the best. Don't you think he's just the best, Y/N?", cooed Aaron, clearly hinting at something only he and Nate were in on.

"Yes, yes, he's very good at what he does."

"What he does?"

"I mean, you are talking about him as QB, right?"

He took a gulp of water, nodding as he searched into your eyes for some tell that he'd expected you to have. "Right."

Nate subtly shook his head after you frowned at him. Let it go.

"So, you've taken psychology."

His dad didn't really seem the jerk that Nate had made him out to be. Sure, he had the whole terrifying handshake thing going, but he wasn't all bad. He was the only one with his sanity intact, and the fact that he was plastered yet normal was both relieving and mildly concerning.

"Yeah."

"How come?"

"Always been interested in how it works."

"Can you read minds?"

"Essentially."

"Read mine."

"I... don't know you well enough."

"Later, then. When we know each other a bit better. Meanwhile, dig in."

Involuntarily, your gaze turned back to the asshole you'd had the misfortune of interacting with for the past three weeks, and he nodded, either telling you you did well, or giving you permission to eat.

Either way, your mouth was now shut and would continue to be unless someone forced it open. The awkward clinks of glasses and clangs of cutlery rang through the room, battling fruitlessly to dissolve the tension.

"How's the food?"

Why was Nate trying to get you to talk?

"Oh, great, I really like it."

Nate's mother smiled at that. "Well, thanks. It's actually a new recipe I found on some obscure old cooking show tape my mother had recorded, back in her day! God, I'm telling you, those were simpler times."

Oh. So Nate hadn't cooked. Couldn't say you were surprised.

"Well, it's lovely.", you replied, smiling down at the garbage you had to put into your system. It was nothing personal, really, steak was just gross.

"I must say, Y/N, you're so much more polite than that girl. She was a real-"

"Mom. Mom.", warned Nate, shaking his head and waving his hand in front of his throat in a cut it out motion."She's friends with Maddy."

The entire table suddenly went silent, as if he'd just confirmed your involvement in a pyramid scheme. "Oh.", said Aaron, and his fucking eyes showed you he was full of pure mirth. "That's interesting."

"You're friends with both Nate and Maddy?", questioned Mrs Jacobs, as if trying so desperately to figure out your intentions for her baby boy.

"I'm friends with Maddy, and have been for... basically my whole life. And, yeah, I guess now I'm friends with Nate for the project. I don't get why it's so-"

"She's pretending to be her friend, Mom, alright? It's a childhood loyalty thing, but no one likes Maddy, she's a fu- she's not likeable."

Oh, so now Nate could suddenly write out your entire story and replace it with a script of his own making?

Acting as if she'd just dodged a cancer scare, she placed her hand on her chest, sighing in relief. "Thank god. You could've said that, dear. I was worried for a moment there."

You looked back down at the food. You couldn't shake the feeling that your lack of response had been a form of betrayal, though it was rooted in fear.

"So you and Nate are friends?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

I don't know, Aaron, why do people befriend psychopaths? To save their own asses, of course.

"I mean... what do I even say to that?", you laughed, and it was supposed to mock him, but it just showed how nervous you really were. Fuck. Blood in shark-infested waters. "I guess he's... a nice guy, so, y'know."

Even you didn't believe that. Even NATE didn't believe that.

"That's a new one."

You nodded, clearing your throat as you continued to work on slicing up your steak. All three Jacobs men watched the piece go into your mouth and you wanted to throw it right back up.

"You think he's hot?"

"What?"

"Nate. My lil' bro. You think he's hot?"

"Aaron, honestly!", muttered his mother, shaking her head as if this was all just a playful banter session. "Stop it. Nate said they're friends, so they're friends."

Your phone buzzed.

'I really didn't know they'd be here.'

'Shut up.'

'Ur doing great.'

'I said shut up.'

'Lol.'

"Nate, didn't you tell her we've got a strict no-phones-at-the-table rule?"

You stuffed the phone back in your pocket, as well as any hope you'd get out of this house anytime soon.

"I mean, you're a total smokeshow. And he's..."

"Aaron."

Aaron smirked through his chewing, winking at you. "Well, he's attracted to smokeshows. Total match. But you're, what, a cheerleader? That's his real type."

"No, I'm not a cheerleader."

He sucked in breath, sharply, tutting as he shaked his head. "Tough luck."

"Aaron.", warned Nate, sucking his teeth. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying. It's not surprising he hasn't dicked you down yet."

THAT escalated fast.

"Aaron! No cussing at the table, and especially not in front of guests.", hissed Mrs. Jacobs, as if her youngest son's entire vocabulary didn't consist of the word 'fuck'. "I'm sorry, he gets like this when he teases his brother."

"Or maybe he... oh, wait, didn't he invite you here alone first?", mused Aaron, frowning in mock curiosity.

Nate's hand found your knee under the table, patting the side of it as if he could tell you were losing it. There was some kind of psychological warfare underfoot, and you weren't in on the joke, the origin or the punchline. You were being blindsided. Let it go. Fuck what his eyes told you, you'd fucking riot if you didn't get out of there right now.

Cal, who'd been perfectly silent for all this time, leaned back in his chair, his fork down and apparently, his booze-filled blood shooting up. "I'm curious, too. In more polite words than that. Why are you and Y/N just friends?"

Okay, this was clearly not your jurisdiction. This treatment was not because he'd, like, broken curfew or something.

"Dad, we're just partners. Project partners."

"Shame. She's a knockout."

Okay, Aaron saying that was creepy enough.

"No, seriously, Y/N, you're really beautiful. Nate couldn't do better if he tried." Sounded backhanded, and it probably was. "If you're not attracted to him, it's kind of an insult to me, isn't it?", he inquired, innocently, his eyes twinkling. "Aren't I good looking?"

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" It was weird seeing Nate playing the white knight in your story and not the dragon, but hey, you'd take it.

"I mean...", continued Cal, taking a bite of his food, all the while gazing at you. "Unless your issue is just with his personality. Because then..."

What. The. Fuck.

"Y'know.", said Cal, offhandedly, as if the entire fucking table didn't know what he was implying. "Just food for thought."

"What the fuck are you guys doing?", he repeated, his voice sounding more strained by the minute.

"Nate."

"No, Mom, I will fucking cuss, if they're sitting here being fucking assholes about it!"

"Don't you DARE talk to me like that, son!", yelled Cal, and suddenly, you felt like a voyeur zooming in on someone else's life, someone else's argument, someone else's issues.

Aaron lifted up his hands in defense, standing up as well. "Hey, man, I'm just saying. You're disappointing men everywhere if you don't hit that."

"Oh, you're one to talk, you bitchless waste of FUCKING space."

"One goddamn night! One goddamned night without this bullshit, please!"

"Oh, come on, Marsha, you know full fucking well you're no innocent here! You've raised these boys up so goddamn weak that they can't even fucking do their own laundry, and CLEARLY can't fucking learn RESPECT!"

Evidently the no-cuss-rule was out.

Nate's hand slammed down on the table next to you so hard your plate shook, and suddenly, you wished you had shown up in lingerie. At least the mother would've kicked you out as soon as you'd walked in.

Your eyes stayed on your fork, the shitty fucking steak, and you waited. For what, you didn't know. But eventually, Nate sat back down, and so did the other two Jacobs men.

Okay. Phew.

And then Nate muttered 'faggot', and suddenly, Aaron was ushering you into a room - Nate's room, he informed you, in a hurry - and you were locked in. Screams, the sound of things slamming on the floor, and a distinct crack ensued.

FUCKING CHRIST.

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The light from the living room beamed into the room with the monogrammed pillows -pathetic, you had to remember to mock him for it later- about twelve minutes later.

You knew that because you'd been keeping track.

The entire evening was surrounded by a lack of clarity, and after whatever had happened out there that you were not allowed to be privy to, thankfully , you were now completely in the dark as to what the whole stiff, insinuation during dinner was all about. What, they thought you guys were hooking up, was that it?

But all that just dissipated once you saw Nate standing in the doorway, looking at you as if he had just accidentally broken your favourite toy on the playground at five years old. And he was even drunker than he was before.

And once more, you allowed your heart to break for Nate Jacobs.

Wait, no, scratch that.

Your heart broke for him, with none of your own volition. It just fucking happened.

"Are you okay?" What you were really asking was 'did he hurt you?', but you didn't say it.

He didn't respond, and instead took cautious steps toward you, as though you were a bomb he'd never learnt to dismantle before.

But the caution wore off quite fast, because suddenly, your hands were stroking his hair and he was clinging onto you like a vine. Or a python with its prey. TBD.

He kept muttering things into the crook of your neck, things that vaguely resembled 'I'm sorry', but, I mean, it was Nate.

That was usually followed by some kind of blackmail, right?

Blackmail, not pained moments when his mind led him to thoughts that made him grip tighter onto you, like the hug was his lifeline. RIGHT?

"I'm so fucking sorry."

Evidently, you'd heard him right the first time.

"It's okay. Shh. It's okay." At this point there was nothing else you could do except lie to him.

"I fucking hate him, he's a fucking asshole!", he grunted, his words muffled but strong in your hair.

"It's fine, I wasn't offended." You understood. People are weird when drunk. Not usually asking a minor to fuck them kind of weird, but maybe that was just your lack of exposure.

He pushed you away, looking at you as if you'd just suggested cannibalism or something even more sickening. "It's fine? You weren't offended? Y/N, my dad literally asked to fuck you! What, do you want him to, is that why you were looking at him like that?"

'He's sloshed, he's sloshed, he's sloshed.' , you reminded yourself, lest you punch him again.

"Nate-"

"No. I have a question.", he said, closing his eyes and then opening them wide for a moment. This told you that the liquor had just pierced his skull. "You- You fuck Shane Crestin, the biggest fucking cunt in the world, you wanna fuck my DAD, but you won't fuck ME?", he asked, his voice increasing in decibel and his finger repeatedly slamming against his chest, like he apparently wanted to do to you.

SLOSHED, SLOSHED, SLOSHED. Remember.

"Nate, I didn't fuck Shane, I don't want to fuck your dad, and I- I don't wanna fuck anyone!"

"Why not ME? Do you not like me? You think I'm a prick? I'm not good enough for your whore ass?"

"Nate, I'm just-"

"HOW ARE YOU SO FINE WITH MY DAD WANTING TO FUCK YOU?!"

"I'm not! It makes me sick, but-"

"SO WHY WON'T YOU SAY HE'S AN ASSHOLE? SAY IT! SAY IT!"

"Nate-"

"FUCKING SAY IT!"

You almost cried at how fast you had to dodge the lamp that came whizzing your way before crashing and disintegrating against the wall behind you.

It amazed you how you knew that this boy's mother and brother were probably still lingering in the same house, hearing this bullshit, and yet not a peep came out of them. Fucking jerks.

"Nate."

"I swear to god, Y/N, if you don't say it right now-"

"Fine, he's an asshole!"

He looked up at you. He didn't believe it. It's fine, you didn't give a shit anymore. It went without saying, and if he needed you to say it, he was an idiot. "Bullshit."

"You're not apologizing?"

"For what? Yelling? No, I'm not."

Deliberately obtuse, just like always.

Speaking of which, you were a hundred percent sure you'd been grazed at your temple. Your fingers returned from the site with red all over them.

"I could've been hurt." You displayed those fingers to him, right in front of the eyes, so he could better view the same scarlet gore you had to see in his first ever text to you, but he looked at them like you'd showed him his own face in the mirror.

'That's normal', his look said.

"You could've fucked my dad, too, but neither of those things happened tonight." This was what he actually said.

It was like he'd forgotten what happened two seconds ago. Like the shards of glass lying in front of his wall had always been there, and were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Okay, that's fucking it.", you scoffed, shouldering past him on your way out. You'd hoped he wouldn't stop you, but you'd known he would.

"No."

Okay, you'd expected 'wait', or something nicer.

"Shut up, Nate, don't push me."

"You're bleeding. The corner store doesn't have first-aid. I do."

He said it like that was the answer to everything. That you should never have any more questions about his actions.

You let him lead you back to the bed, the silence gnawing at you both. He seemed more than happy to let it devour him whole, seeing as he was tight-lipped and disinterested, almost, when he turned on the light in his bathroom, foraging around for his first-aid kit, or whatever.

He looked like he was about to go batshit for a second time that night, the frantic manner in which he was throwing stuff off his counter to find it, yanking the drawers open so forcefully they'd scream if they could.

Luckily, though, he found the damn thing, tossing it to you from where he stood. Catching it, you opened the box, wordlessly rummaging through for cotton or band-aids or something to keep your hand and eyes - and most importantly, mind - busy.

The cotton sitting nervously in your hand, you took tentative steps into the bathroom, wisely keeping your distance from Nate, who stood still, ruminating on something with one hand still on the drawer's handle.

You stood in front of the mirror.

The mirror lied to you. It always has, always will. Your damage looked minimal, but that was excluding the emotional one.

You looked away from your reflection's eyes to focus on the side of your forehead, and sometimes to your left, at the occassional huff that escaped him.

Mirror-you grimaced just like real-you, as you harshly rubbed at the skin around your cut. So much red.

At this point, it was impossible to avoid your own eyes, those essentially vapid pools of numbness at this point. You didn't know what was going on, and lord knew if you'd understand it even if it was explained to you like a five year old.

Because it couldn't be real. You couldn't be standing right next to the guy who almost maybe blinded you, maybe even KILLED you, had the impact been angled differently.

Your pain only seemed to be getting exacerbated the more cotton you used up. The piece of glass you were trying to remove from your temple was stubborn, like the man who helped transform it from its shape to a shard.

When you finally did remove it, you were quick to try to put a stopper to the gushing blood coming out of it, but the way you did it had you wanting to scream in agony.

"What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to dab, not rub.", he muttered, sucking in his breath sharply as he slapped your hands away, seeming furious at you for not knowing what to do after you get impaled by a piece of broken glass. "The rubbing makes it worse."

His finger turned your jaw toward him, and he snatched the cotton from you before dabbing softly at and around the wound where the little refracting fragment of glass had sat before, and intact, unblemished skin had sat once before that.

Dutifully grabbing a bottle of antiseptic from the first aid box, he tilted it so that it would gently stain the cotton, before pressing it to your temple, shushing you softly as you winced.

Jovially traumatizing what you imagined to be every single cell in the wound, the antiseptic finally fizzled out, its effect no longer sharp and concentrated and debilitatingly painful.

"You're a mess." His voice was so cold, so unkind, so... detached.

You're one to talk.

"Are you going to say anything?" He sounded almost... bored.

You stayed silent. If he thought you were going to give him more things to throw shit at you over, he was sorely mistaken.

He sighed, his jaw ticking slightly. "Y/N."

Your eyes moved away from the mirror behind him and back to his.

He paused his lazy movements to look down at you, your eyes, specifically, before gently bending down so he was suddenly looking up at them.

What that was supposed to achieve was unclear, but what it did affect was your ability to look away.

"I want to hear your voice.", he informed, his eyes moving between yours.

Like a bull craves the muleta.

Glancing down at him, you realized his eyes didn't match his tone. There was something almost dead about them.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Cuss me out, maybe? I don't know. I don't like the quiet."

"Why, 'cause it makes you think?", you scoffed.

"Yes, actually.", he replied, looking at you deadpan. "It does, and that's not really what I wanna do right now, okay?"

He wasn't bored, you realized. He was numb.

"Okay."

"So say something, damn it."

"About what?"

"Y/N. Listen to me when I'm talking to you. I don't give a shit. ANYTHING." He shook your shoulders as if that would cause you to spit out a good conversation in the aftermath of this night.

"Okay, uh... you promised me you'd listen to Queen with me."

He stared at you for a good while before his face softened, just enough for you to wonder if you'd imagined it, and then he frowned. "I did?"

"Yes."

"Then I will."

You nodded. "'Kay."

"Tell me about Queen."

"Look, man, I don't know-"

"Y/N.", he warned, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he reached for a band-aid, eyes never leaving your wound.

"Jeez, fine. Uh, 'We Will Rock You'. 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. 'Another One Bites The Dust'."

"That was them?", he mused softly, the words dying out a little before they reached your ears, as he ripped the cover open with his teeth, then unwrapped the band-aid.

"Yes. Freddie Mercury's the lead singer."

"The one with the teeth?", he inquired, pressing slightly on the band-aid to ensure it stuck.

The sheer dichotomy of what he was doing - cleaning up a wound caused by him that might have killed you- and what he was saying - some quip about the lead singer of some '70's band he'd barely heard of - was astounding.

"Yup." You popped your p, hoping that would echo around the room and fill the silence for long enough that Nate wouldn't pester you to talk again, which was the last thing you felt like doing.

He gazed at your wound for a little while longer before nodding. "Done. Don't touch it for another week, maybe two."

"Okay."

"And I'll get you, like, a blanket or whatever, let me just put this shit back."

"A blanket?"

"Well, yeah. You don't get cold? What are you, superhuman?"

"I'm not staying here. I'm going home."

"Like hell you are.", he laughed dryly, opening his drawer and carefully placing the box back in before moving to the sink again. His hands moved quickly, squeezing paste onto his brush. "Not this late."

You looked down at your watch. "It's nine."

"It's late."

You snorted. "Thought you were the badass curfew-less one. Now you're freaking out about nine p.m?"

Why were you even still talking to this... thing in front of you? Why were you arguing with him? You could just fucking walk out.

He rolled his eyes, his toothbrush being as thorough as possible for a couple minutes before he spat it out, gargling and then turning to look at you. "It's late."

"I'm not spending the night, Nate."

"You a sleep-talker? 'Cause that's crazy shit.", he said, spitting out his mouthwash and wiping with the back of his hand, walking past you as he opened a cupboard, and tossed a heavy-looking duvet down at your feet.

"Nate, I'm not staying over!"

"But the really creepy ones are the sleep-walkers, I'm tellin' you.", he continued, shaking his head as he picked and chose two of his pillows and threw them at your feet, too. "My cousin, back when we were eight, I woke up and found him, like, banging his head on the door. Ouija board shit, bro, I'm tellin' you."

It was clear he was blatantly ignoring you, but what infuriated you the most was that he expected you to sleep on the same floor which was strewn with dangerous, nigh invisible shards of glass.

"Nate!"

"No, seriously, I don't care if it's like, a medical condition or whatever, they're like the fucking Conjuring movie, bro!", he declared, throwing his hands up as he distractedly moved to the other side of his bed, now, checking his phone. "You're not one of 'em, right?"

"You're such a fucking asshole, I'm leaving."

"If you step out that door, I will fucking kill you."

What unnerved you was that his eyes never moved from his phone. This was as casual as his reply to his Mom asking what he wanted for breakfast or something.

Saying he'd kill you was like saying 'pancakes with butter' to him.

"What?"

"I'm going to kill you if you leave." , he huffed, tiredly. And this time, it was clear he really was bored. Bored of the conversation, bored of your resistance, bored.

"You're fucked up."

"Look, sweetie, we've both had a long day-"

"Don't fucking call me that."

He let out a breathy snicker, nodding. Almost like he'd been wondering when you'd call him out on it.

"Fair. Look, bitch, we've both had a long day...", he corrected himself, with a self-satisfied grin, before continuing, "... and I'm not letting you drive home alone with a bleeding forehead."

"I thought you fixed it."

"With the way you're yelling right now, the blood vessel you're about to pop could rip the bandage from the inside out. Look- I- I can't deal with this shit, Y/N, okay? Not tonight. So shut up and close the fucking door."

"My family's expecting me home."

He raised a brow, as if you'd just said something so pathetic he almost felt sorry for you - like you'd just said you still fucking watched Disney Channel, or something. "They know you're here?"

"No." As if.

"Where do they think you are?"

Oh, he'd expected you to have told them you were with another friend. Sorry to disappoint, asshole, but some people aren't as prepared to stay over because their friend had a psycho family.

"I'd rather not talk about it - I don't like to recall my lies."

His eyes widened, and it looked like, for the first time that entire, painful night, he was actually amused, and fuck you for being so pathetic, but you were actually glad you'd mitigated the agony, at least a little bit. "They still think you're at your internship? You didn't tell them?"

"Tell them what? That some jock thinks touching me is his good luck charm, so he stalked me, found out where I worked, and cost me my entire internship by barging in?"

"Or you could've just said your boss was a perv, and you quit."

"He wasn't a perv."

"I'm a guy. I can tell."

Wow, way to dig at an entire gender's ability to perceive danger.

You shook your head, rubbing your forehead. "What is your problem, Nate?"

"I care too much."

You laughed loudly at that, and he looked too tired to even be mad. "I just don't like the thought of you driving home alone at night, okay? Simple as that."

"Then don't think the thought."

"You're staying."

"Like hell I am."

He groaned, putting his phone back down and rubbing his face as he walked towards the front of the bed - towards you. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. Because my family-"

He rolled his eyes, reaching into your pocket and grabbing both your wrists to keep you from stopping him as he scrolled through your contacts - god, you had to get a fucking passcode.

"Maddy- no fucking way.", he mumbled, his thumb racing across the screen. "Cassie- one of Maddy's minions, so no- oh. Who's Lex?"

"Alexis."

"Oh, Alexis Howard? Lexi? She'll cover for you, right?"

"Not without telling Cassie. Now give me back my phone!"

"She won't tell Cassie. How's this? 'Lex, tell my family I'm sleeping over at yours, ok? Love you, xoxo!'", he read out, his voice attempting to mimic yours.

"Is that what you think girls talk like?"

"Yeah, with a scary amount of emojis."

"Misogynist."

"Badge of honour, baby. I'm sure Lexi, one of your best gal pals will cover for you."

Yes, of course, but that was besides the point.

"That's not the point-"

"The point is that you don't feel safe enough to fall asleep around me."

"What?"

"That hurts, sweetie."

"You know what else hurts?", you spat, pointing at the band-aid at your temple.

"It'll heal." He was still refusing to apologize.

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"Smash or pass, uh... McKay."

You almost laughed right then and there. "Smash."

"Really?"

You looked up at his ceiling, imagining him up on the bed, judging your smashability-scale.

"Yeah, why not?"

"You could never do it, you know? Realistically. You're not his type."

"Shut up. Smash or pass... Kat."

"Pass. Hard. Pass."

"Why?"

"I should say it's because she's close to Maddy, but you and I both know the real reason is 'cause she's so fucking ugly that-"

"Alright, shut up."

"See, this is the problem with you girls. Just agree. She's ugly."

"I don't think anyone's ugly. I think it's all action-based."

"God, then you must think I'm hideous."

He scoffed at the silence that followed. "Ouch."

"I don't think you're hideous, Nate. Just extremely unattractive."

"Superlatives, really? Y'know, whatever, I deserve it. Uh... smash or pass, Shane."

"Uh... pass."

"Why?" The glee in his voice was evident and mildly amusing.

"He cussed me out after I said the date wasn't going well."

The laughter that escaped Nate seemed to go on for hours on end. "In the middle of the restaurant?!"

"We weren't in a restaurant."

"Where were you guys?"

"He took me to a club or something."

Nate's face came into your peripheral view as he peered over the edge of the bed to face you. "On a first date."

You nodded. "Yup."

"The guy's both a fucking tool and a miserable little cunt. Anything other than a restaurant is fucking unacceptable for a first date."

"I know, even a bowling alley's fine, but a club is stupid, right? I mean, like, at the very least a café."

He nodded, his mouth curling down slightly. "Yeah, at least. Bare minimum."

It was uncomfortable, him looking down at you with pity the same night that his father had embarrassed him and cussed him out. Wasn't right. "Well, whatever. Smash or pass, uh... Rue."

"Rue Bennett? We got history, so, uh, I dunno."

"History?"

"A miscommunication during prom.", he told you, shrugging, but it was clearly something much more serious. "She's hot when she's off the drugs, I guess."

You rolled your eyes and he smiled.

"Hey, Y/N?" He didn't move back to his pillow, instead letting his arms dangle off the edge of the bed as he reached and toyed with a strand of your hair, glancing down at you. "I'll leave you alone after tonight, okay?"

"What?"

"Like, I- tonight? It was... bad. And I'm... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm, I'm sorry. If you just, y'know, fist-bump me before every game, we'll be good. Okay? I won't bother you outside of that."

See, he said this, but his thumb kept returning to your lower lip every two seconds. You'd be a fool not to take this deal. But you'd be a liar if you said you remembered anything about life before Nate.

"Okay."

"You should get to sleep. It's two."

"What will you do?"

"Try to sleep.", he mumbled, his eyes moving away from you and towards the glass, which lay several feet away from you, on your left - almost like it was trying to reach your heart.

Your eyes followed his, and you sighed. "For the record, I don't want to fuck your dad."

"Yeah. I got that now."

"You gotta stop drinking, man."

He chuckled, nodding. "No. But thanks for the concern." Rolling back over, he left you staring at the ceiling once more, as if there were clues there as to the enigma that was Nate Jacobs.

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When you'd pulled up to your driveway the next morning - Sunday - it hit you that you were free of Nate forever. Last night, you'd have probably not known how to feel about that. This morning? Fucking elated.

You didn't even have to draw out a map, or take a single moment to think it over - every single problem in your life over the last month could be traced to him.

So fucking yay. Good riddance.

And the next day, Monday, you realized something.

School had never been so fucking fun.

Your classes started making more sense, seeing as you no longer had to look over your shoulder for some motherfucker who'd slit his own throat if you didn't go where he wanted. Fucking yay.

No, seriously. That's it. We're done here. No more Nate. End of story.

...

Ha.

So gullible.

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Nights after Nate had always been the hardest.

Because you always found yourself losing your sanity and you knew that the only person who could even remotely get your mind off it was Nate himself.

Maybe that was his allure.

Hurting you then comforting you.

Making you cry then wiping the tears away.

But that night, he wasn't there with a blunt or tequila. Hell, you'd have even taken the gun. And you should've been ecstatic that he'd finally left you the hell alone, but at this point you had no clue what you were supposed to be feeling.

The only thing you could do was block him. Show him how mad you were. In your past experience, that didn't really matter to him, but you were running out of options.

And you probably shouldn't have done that, because you might have gotten a heads up about Tuesday.

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You should've had your guard up as soon as you saw Nate walk into the school library that Tuesday afternoon, his eyes somehow darker than when he'd asked you to your face, no less, if you wanted to bang his father. You had no clue whether you had to hide or just keep doing what you did.

Flight or flight was fucking useless.

But your guard wasn't up, at least not immediately, because it was Nate. Because he may terrify you and almost kill you, but he'd never hurt you, because he just... worked differently. Things that may make someone psychopathic, he thought were normal. No biggie.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping he'd come back to further provoke you, because not-being-mad at him was kind of a grey area for you. It wasn't your usual state of being.

The moment your guard went up, though, was when Aaron walked in behind him. Hands in his pockets. Did he have a knife in there? Money? Or would he just flip you off?

You didn't want to find out, but it also didn't seem like you had much of a choice.

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bones4thecats · 11 months ago

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They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot (PT. 2)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, and Grim + Yuu Sei Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Like in my past pieces, the reader is not MC/Yuu, they are a person coming from Twisted Wonderland. By the way, for Yuu and Grim's part, they are envisioning the overblot of Yuu's S/O. And, for Malleus' part, it is set in the future where he and the reader are married and have a child (the reader is not specified as female though)

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👑 As someone that tends to fills his day with many different things ranging from club duties to his work as a model and actor, Vil does not like to dwell on the past, to him it's necessary and can hold one back

👑 But, for some reason, the Great Seven seemingly disagreed with his coping mechanism

👑 You and Vil had begun to date one another a few weeks after his overblot, since you both grew up together in the Shaftlands, with your guardians working together in the movie business, but your guardian was a casting director while Eric Venue was an actor, you guys were very close growing up

👑 And because of how close you both were, seeing such a sight was something that not only scared him, but it scared you. You had watched your dearest friend become a, in other's words, monster

👑 Vil, before he blacked out, had seen your shocked and terrified face as you held Neige, trying to keep his afloat in the chaotic scene

👑 Thankfully, while he did come to his senses and become the same man you knew and loved, there was always a voice lingering in his head telling him that that incident proved how pathetic and weak he was. And how he could lose you easily to someone just like Neige

👑 These thoughts consumed his mind as he slept with you being coddled in his arms, your hands intertwined as your breaths began to slowly separate with Vil's speeding up and your slightly faltering at the feeling of air rushing past your ears

👑 Looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder, your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, his face was contorting slightly as if he was going to cry but he was being forced to hold it in by fear

👑 Grabbing his face, you began to try waking him up. From shaking him to, somewhat, messing with his already messy hair, nothing was working, until you grabbed a small glass of water from your bedside table and splashed his face, making his eyes jerk open with shock

" Vil?! Hey, are you alright? You were jerking so much in your sleep and you looked like you were about to cry. I tried waking you up by shaking you but it wouldn't work- " " You're okay... " " What? " " Oh, thank the Great Seven that you're okay! "

👑 Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, Vil wrapped his arms tightly around you, tighter than he ever has before, making you let out a small gush of air from the pressure

👑 Holding you with his face burrowed into your neck as he lightly sobbed tears of joy, you sighed gently and hugged him right back. Your hands eventually reached up and began to massage his head and back, allowing him to drift back into a rest

👑 This time... there would be no dream of that fateful day and how you got that scar on your arm, it would be about you and his first date. The day he first realized he loved you...

👑 He's gonna kill you in the morning for splashing water on his face btw

🎮 Unlike pretty much the rest of the boys, Idia doesn't fully hate his overblot. After all, he did gain his brother again, albeit a robotic version, but still

🎮 Though, every time he looks at Ortho, he remembers his overblot and the incident that happened when they were very young. And that makes him rethink everything. Also, don't get me started on when he looks at you

🎮 While he does think about how amazing and good-looking you are, he also thinks about the incident and how he sent a large shock at you and caused you to go into the infirmary for nearly an entirety of four weeks. And if scares him that he had done that to the only person who was there with him since the beginning, no death of anything occurring

🎮 Because of that event and how he had nearly harmed you to the point of being in a coma, Idia was very distant, holding to himself far worse than he ever did before. But, somehow despite these actions, you had accepted him and begun a relationship

🎮 For Idia, your relationship was built upon trust, loyalty, and honesty. Nothing else truly mattered to the male if he knew you would always be there and tell him the truth without him questioning it

🎮 One sign of his trust was allowing you to sleep in the same bed as him. And, in one of the first few times of this happened, disaster struck in the form of a nightmare

🎮 Hugging you tighter from behind as his eyes dodged in every direction underneath his closer eyelids, you awoke to his whimpers and very faint calls of your name and a mixture of pleases and no's

🎮 You had heard his eventual scream of a no and looked over at him in shock, he had never awoke so abruptly and harshly, even when he had nightmares of Ortho's death all those years ago, and that was scaring you enough, what had scared him so badly?

🎮 Opening your arms as he lunged in and hugged you tighter as if you were about to disappear, you began to hush him and hum a lullaby that his younger brother said he used to sing to him all the time when he had bad dreams growing up

" Y-Y/N, p-please don't leave me... not again... " " I won't, my love. I'm always going to be by your side, no matter what, okay? "

🎮 Nodding as you hugged him and pressed soft kisses to his temples, nose, forehead, and eventually to his somehow naturally blue lips, making him melt and hold one of your cheeks with his hands

" Now, how about we get some more sleep? You really need it. " " Ha-ha, funny... but, yeah. Sleep sounds really nice... "

🎮 Getting back under the covers, you instead of being the little spoon, allowing Idia to crawl into your arms as your legs tangled together comfortably. His breaths then calmed and became a steady sound as you rubbed his head and back to comfort him and remind him of your words

🐉 Malleus was not proud of himself after the incident, how could he have let something like this cover his mind so thickly it could be compared to Lilia's cooking's stench?

🐉 Ever since he had overcome his emotional issues with the help of his dearest friend, Yuu Sei, and his friends and family members, you and him began your real relationship, courting and all

🐉 Now, he had never really dwelled on the past, to him, it would only hold someone back. Holding onto a grudge was something he wasn't fond of doing, so he tried to never do it. And, unfortunately, he had failed with this kind of grudge

🐉 Back to the point of this;

🐉 You could tell that Malleus was getting stressed with his work beginning to overflow, and despite the combined efforts of help from his father-figure, Lilia Vanrouge, and his closest friends, Silver and Sebek, he still had a lot left for him as the King of Briar Valley

🐉 His grip as he held you as you rest was also a tell-tale sign. His tail's grip was starting to make your leg fall asleep, which was what initially woke you up, and when he felt you touch his tail and left it, he had accidentally in his sleep knocked you away and knock a cup down, landing on the ground with a shockingly decent-sounding crash

🐉 Malleus' eyes erupted awake as he called your name, unnoticed tears falling from his eyes as his tail had rammed up and his horns slightly curved farther with growth

" My Spindle, are you alright?! Do you have any cuts, bruises, or any burns?! Oh no, please tell me I did not burn you... "

🐉 Burn you? What in the name of Twisted Wonderland was your husband raving about?

" Burn me? No, Malleus, your tail merely knocked me back into the cup. I'm perfectly fine! Are you okay? You have tears falling down your cheeks... " " Tears? Ah, I didn't notice those... but, yes, I am fine. "

🐉 Bullshit, you knew when your husband was internally hurting and every time you saw this habit of pushing something else ahead to distract you, you would get annoyed. Much like right now

" Malleus. I know when you aren't okay... don't start lying to me now. " " Father? Mommy/Daddy? What happened? " " Nothing, Diaval. Just go back to bed okay? " " Why is Father crying, Mommy/Daddy? " " Father just had a hint of a bad dream, like you and I do. Now, please darling, go back to your bed. " " Can I sleep with you guys for the night? " " Why? " " I- I don't remember which direction my room is... "

🐉 Malleus smiled gently and held out his hand to his first-born son and hugged him as you chuckled as your son threw up his small raven plushie and huddled himself underneath the sheets as you hugged him and Malleus wrapped his long tail around you both

🐉 Why was he so scared of what he had done in the past? Maybe it was because the last thing he saw was the slight burn marks you still had imprinted on your arms from protecting Yuu, or maybe it was because he needed to see something to remember... remember why his mother had gave her life for him

🐉 She did so so he could understand her, her love for her spouse and child... and while normally such a though would bring the fae to tears, Malleus couldn't help but lay a kiss to his son and spouse's heads as he hugged them, pledging his devotion over and over again...

🐉 It did not matter what had happened, what mattered was what was going to happen

❤️‍🩹 -> MC/Yuu Sei ~ 😼 -> Grim ~ ・ -> Both Btw, the reader here is in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce

❤️‍🩹 Yuu, unlike his companion, had a very strict schedule of thinking when it came to the dark magic he had survived attacks from for the past few months at Night Raven College

❤️‍🩹 It was quite ironic really, because of his way of thinking and devotion to keeping his head high, he had attracted you, by far one of the nicest beings he had ever met in the new world... and really in his entire life

😼 Grim, on the other hand, had only gotten your attention because of how he treated your dorm leader, Riddle Rosehearts, with blatant disregard until he had punished him with his signature spell

😼 The feline had devolped a quick rivalry with you as well, well, a one sided rivalry that is, you didn't really hate the monster. In reality, you cared for the small thing as if it was your own sibling or child, gifting him small cans of tuna from now and then

❤️‍🩹 Your connection with Grim was something that Yuu loved, but, whenever he had seen you bending down you give Grim a can of tuna, your boyfriend couldn't help but see you in that god-awful form bending down above your old friend Cater about ready to attack

❤️‍🩹 He had never told you anything of it, preferring to keep such a vision to himself. He wouldn't want to worry you about his mind

Sadly for both of them, they would be forced to face their fears with the motivation of one thing; a nightmare with you nearby

😼 Your little friend had been curled up in your lap after eating to much for his lunch, mainly three cans of large tuna, and begun to take a long power-nap

😼 But, when you felt him begin to twitch far more than normal and feel the faint whimpers come off from his chest, you picked Grim up and excused yourself from your third-year allies and housewarden to deal with him

😼 Ushering him awake, Grim jumped and accidentally clawed your hand, making a small cut begin to bleed on your palm. And he could only sit there on the ground in your dorm-room, small yet bubbly tears falling down his cheeks

" Grim! Are you alright? " " I-I'm fine, Y/N. " " No you're not... Grim, I know when someone's lying, please don't make me add you to the list of liars. "

While getting Grim to admit his nightmares was fairly easy, getting your boyfriend to do so would be far harder

❤️‍🩹 Yuu was, in your opinion, a no-paid therapist for the entire school. Or, at least the main members of each dorm, from housewardens to their vices, he has spoken to pretty much all of them through their problems

❤️‍🩹 He never really has been so clean of energy that day in particular, from nearly getting hit on the head by Deuce's cauldron from running from Vil while housing Epel from his lessons that day, he just wanted to lay by his loving S/O and take a long hard rest for the night

❤️‍🩹 But, like a lot of things that year, even something has simple as that didn't work out for him. He had a complete nightmare of the overblots he had faced alongside you, and he had woken up in a shock right before a dangerous and death-worthy attack landed on you

❤️‍🩹 You had starred at him in shock from the ground you had fallen on and just rubbed your arm as you crawled back up and began to caress his arms and back in an attempt to calm him down as tears swarmed his eyes and began to leak

" Y/N? Oh God, you probably think I'm weak for crying about something so futile... " " Futile? Yuu Sei I have seen and heard a lot of things throughout my lifetime here in Twisted Wonderland, some of which I believe and some I do not. This is far from a futile thing to cry about. You just imagined the almost-happening death of someone you care for... like I have... and from the mighty words of my Godfather, Dire Crowley, 'In order to use magic just how you picture it, you need imagination. Some mages also find it useful to make a habit out of writing and drawing out their ideas, to train their ability to better materialize them'. " " What does that old bird's words have to do with this?... No offense! "

❤️‍🩹 Chuckling at his reaction, you gripped his hands in yours and said the following words that would forever lay resting in his mind before he slept every night

" In my words, ' In order to succeed in surpassing something, you must earn it. Whether it be from talking about it or writing it down in a journal of some sorts, letting such pains off your shoulders helps out a ton, whether you believe it or not.' " " Now I know that did not come from Crowley's mouth. "

❤️‍🩹 Laughing at your boyfriend's words, Yuu took it as an opportunity and lunged on you, wrestling playfully with you as you laughed while he tickled your sides... oh, what did you do to earn such a wonderful man?

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creatureshrieks · 1 year ago

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Laurie feels sick to her stomach, her mind reeling with some attempt to find an escape. He was too adamant, too demanding, too desperate. He wouldn't listen to her, not to reason, not her pleas. Her breathing quickens, shallow and anxious. She almost looks panicked. " I don't- I don't know, " She doesn't know what else to do but speak. If he thought she was his sister, if he refused to listen to reason, what else could she do? It's no doubt her friends would start to wonder where she ran off to if she didn't arrive soon, but would they really come look for her? It wasn't as if her and Annie hadn't ditched Lynda before and vice versa - There was only so much any of them would bother to put up with before deciding they were just going to be a no-show. But Laurie was different, wasn't she? She was never late for anything, always showed up or called ahead. Please.

" Why would you? " She still didn't seem to believe him, the question phrased almost as if she was asking him to explain. Why would he lie? Hundreds of reasons, probably. Some confused mind from a psychiatric ward, some desperate attempt to unsettle her, get under her skin. Something that only he might think of.

" I don't- " Laurie doesn't get to finish her thought, not before a familiar voice suddenly interrupts with an irritated, " Hey, jerk! "

Behind Michael stands Annie and Lynda, Annie the closer of the two. Always the more aggressive, loud, and demanding of the three of them. Laurie had never been so thankful for it in her life, the anxiety visibly lessening as she sees both her friends coming to her rescue.

" Don't you have somewhere to be? " Annie demands, keeping her focus on Michael while Lynda turns her attention to Laurie, giving her an out to attempt to slip past Michael and over to them.

No, Michael isn't great at reading social cues or acting the way a normal eighteen year old should. Can he be blamed? He spent nearly all of his youth in a mental asylum with people far worse than him. Of course he was typically kept around those who were docile like him, but sometimes they would lash out randomly. He has been attacked before while in Pennhurst and certainly experienced some negligence, and though he is much better now than he was a couple years ago, it still doesn't change the fact that he's undersocialized. He feels like a fish out of water sometimes. Right now is one of those times.

The taller doesn't back away, even at the signs of discomfort from Laurie. He can't just let her go because if she leaves now, she's never going to talk to him again and they will never get to be normal siblings like he wants them to be. He doesn't care if she tells her friends what happened-- everyone already dislikes him and fears him, this isn't going to change anything. But he needs her to believe him. He isn't making this up.

"Laurie-- you are adopted. You can ask your parents. Please, I'm not lying-- I'm your brother. We had a sister, Judith." His jaw tenses, knowing she knows what happened to Judith and how he was the one who did it. "Why would I lie about this?"

#LAURIE || v; Stranger Things #pumpkinstabs #//hey jerk... speed kills.....#sorry mikey but Annie will fight

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kiribakuswife · 4 months ago

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In Need of a Hero

Kirishima x Reader

Kinktober day 2

You have become the stereotype. It was honestly a mistake, your heat wasn’t supposed to start for a few days, and you were on the way to get suppressants, honestly. Work had been insane lately and by the time you got off the drug store near you was closed. You had decided the best thing to do was make the long trek across town to the 24 hour store. The last thing you expected, let alone happen, was getting hit hard with your heat in the middle of your walk home.

Your skin instantly felt hot, your brain beginning to fog over. You only had 20 minutes left, picking up your speed as your breathing began to grow more labored. You would make it home if it killed you. Thankfully, the streets were fairly empty, the moon high in the sky as the last of the last remaining drunken bar patrons stumbled home. You ripped open the bag as you walked, popping one of the pills that wouldn’t do anything at least until tomorrow afternoon, pulling your hood up and tucking in as an attempt to block the scent you were sure you were giving off at this moment. 15 more minutes that was all you needed and you would be safe in your own bed.

Your head was too hazy though, unable to smell the towering alpha that stumbled out of the alley before you. He stunk, his scent a terrible mix of musk and whiskey that made your nose curl as your omega shrank back in fear.

“Has no one ever told you not to walk alone?” He snarled, stepping before you, blocking your path.

“Excuse me.” Your voice was pathetic, and as soon as you heard it you couldn’t blame his laugh that cut through the silent night.

“Oh you're not going anywhere!” He laughed, roughly grabbing your arm and beginning to drag you back to the dark alleyway. “I could smell you a mile away, little omega. Let me show you what a real alpha can do.” He spoke in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you tried to pull away.

“Let me go!” You tried to scream, but he just kept dragging your fighting form. For how tall he was, he was thankfully pretty scrawny, allowing you to put up at least a little bit of a fight, but he seemed determined, unwilling to release you.

“(y/n)?” You heard a familiar voice call out, sounding distant, but not too far. Your eyes widened in realization. You had met only a few times, he was friends with one of your friend’s boyfriend. Definitely not close by any means, but he was a Pro.

“Kiri-!” Your shout was cut off by the hand of the disgusting man covering your mouth. You bit down on his hand hard, the taste of dirt and blood and something else you filling your mouth.

“You bitch!” He yelled back, elbowing you hard in the chest as he jerked his hand away. “You’ll pay for that!” As you tried to spit the foul taste from your mouth he grabbed you rougher this time, pinning your arms to your side.

“Hey!” You heard another voice shout, head spinning to find the pro hero Red Riot in all his glory, running towards you both. “Release her at once!” He wasn’t in his hero costume, instead in a casual pair of sweats and a tight black t-shirt, dropping a bag of take out as he got closer. His smell hit you at once making your knees weak as much as that was so unhelpful in your current situation. The strong smell of pine and a hit of rain filled your lungs as he reached you. The man released you instantly, hands up as you fell to the ground.

“Hey man, I didn’t mean anything by it, really! You can smell her! I was just trying to help.” He rambled, his footsteps stumbling as the hero stepped closer around you.

“Bullshit man, not cool.” Was all he said before a thud could be heard, turning to see the man fall to the ground as Kirishima made his way back to you, dragging the man behind him. “Are you okay?” He looked like he barely broke a sweat while the other man had a trickle of blood beginning to appear on his head.

“I think so.” You squeaked, looking up at him. His red hair that was usually styled was instead down, a few loose strands falling in his face as he tilted his head at you, trying to read you. You could tell the moment he caught your scent, his nose scrunching up briefly as he took a deep breath and shook his head. You had thought he was cute before all this, avoiding him out of nerves at your friends' dinner parties, but now? Your mind flashed truly embarrassing thoughts of him as you avoided his gaze. If you were feeling warm before, you were absolutely burning now.

“Let me call someone to get this loser. I’ll walk you home.” He nodded to himself, dragging the still limp man over to a wall of the building, already on the phone as he explained the situation to someone. He continued to talk as he walked, grabbing his food and your own bag. You couldn’t look away from him, no matter how much watching his taut form was making you squirm with need.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Nothing hurts?” His voice broke you fr

om your trance as he approached, causing your cheeks to heat. Hopefully it was dark enough that he wouldn’t see, the street light right above you dashing your hopes. At his question though, the adrenaline wearing off, your chest began to hurt where his elbow had caught you.

“My chest…” You mumbled, trying to look anywhere but him, pulling your hoodie tight around you.

“Do you want to check? How bad?” He asked, coming closer, causing you to gasp as his scent hit you full force again. You must have reeked with the scent of your heat by now, but he acted as if there was nothing wrong.

“No! I’m okay!” You basically shouted, putting out a hand as if you could block him from any closer. He only chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he sat before you.

“Todoroki should be here soon then we can go.” He said instead, “Mind if I eat? I’m starving.” He laughed with a huge hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“Of course.” You whispered, meeting his eyes before quickly looking away. Maybe it was part of their hero training, to have some sort of immunity against the smell, looking unbothered as he dug into his sandwich.

“Thank you…” You mumbled as he ate, earning a smile and a thumbs up in response.

“All in a day's work!” He replied. The air felt heavy as he ate, but it was like he didn’t notice anything, only making you squirm more, chewing on your thumb as you waited. Like he had said, Todoroki arrived soon, Kirishima getting up to meet him halfway as he moved toward you. They spoke quietly as they approached the still unconscious man. You waved halfhearted to Todoroki as he looked at you, heaving the villain on his shoulder. His eyes flashed briefly as they met yours, no doubt catching your scent before he turned abruptly, hurrying away.

“Ready?” Kirishima asked, turning back towards you with a smile on his face, like this was the most normal night he had all week. You nodded meekly as you tried to stand, but you legs betrayed you, still far too shakey. Before you hit the ground though, his hand gripped your arm to steady you, right where the villan had held you, causing a confusing mix of a moan and a groan to escape you, your omega beyond pleased to finally have his hands on you.

At your sound his hand jerked away, closing his eyes tight for a moment, as if he stopped breathing before letting out a sigh, moving to grip your elbow instead. “Let’s get you home.” Was all he said, letting you lead the way.

The silence felt thick as you walked, and you couldn’t help but glance in his direction every few minutes. His jaw was tight, but besides that he looked so normal, so natural. It made that stupid voice inside your head preen. He had to the most respectful man in the world to completely ignore at this moment, and that just made you want him more, need him more.

“Kirishima?” You asked finally, earning a hmm in response. “Thank you really, I’m sure this must suck for you too.” You tried to make a joke, an uncomfortable too forceful laugh bubbling up.

“Eijiro, you can call me that I mean,” He said, joining in on your weird laughter. “I think we’ve crossed that line.”

“Eijiro then, thank you.” Your laughter was becoming more real as you gave into the absurdity of the situation. He hmmed in response as you scrambled to explain yourself “Really I didn’t plan this! I know some omegas do to…well you know, but these are my suppressants!” You held up the bag as proof and he just rolled his eyes playfully.

“It’s fine (y/n). I’m happy to help!” That made you shiver. You were close to home now, and the thought of him leaving was making you feel incredibly anxious, like something bad would happen if he wasn’t with you. Maybe you could ask him to stay? Just until you were asleep? He could sit in the living room and you could retire to your room and by the time the heat between your legs became so unbearable it woke you up, he’d be gone. He had saved your life, if he was going to hurt you he would have by now right? It seemed reasonable to you now, but would you feel the same when your head was screwed back on correctly. You liked Eijiro, and you were kicking yourself for avoiding him before. He was so much nicer than you had thought, and maybe you really wanted to see if being interested in him would actually go anywhere. Would asking him inside ruin it all though?

As you reached your street your heart rate started to pick up, vision beginning to narrow, your omega beginning to panic. You were thankful for his warm hand on your arm, feeling almost dizzy from the contending lust and panic.

“(y/n)? Are you okay? Is it your chest? Breath honey it’s alright.” He suddenly stopped, forcing you to look at him. Your chest was rising rapidly as you shook your head at his question. “What is it then?” He raised an eyebrow, growing more concerned as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Eijiro, please…” It was basically a whine and you didn’t even have the wherewithal to feel embarrassed. He stiffened instantly, eyes growing a shade darker before they slammed shut, holding his breath again. “Please come inside, please stay with me until I fall asleep? Please?” You were begging at this point, and you know it with virtually no shame, gripping his large hand in both of your own. “Eijiro?”

He groaned heavily, using his free hand to wipe his face. A glance down showed you he wasn’t entirely immune to your antics, a prominent bulge appearing in his sweats, and you almost wish you hadn’t looked with the way your core throbbed. You were already wet before, but at this rate you were going to leak through your thin leggings. As your scent hit him again he let out another groan before almost an entire 180, relaxing his shoulders and lacing his fingers with your own.

“Of course (y/n)! What kind of hero would I be if I left a lady in distress?” He cleared his throat, swallowing thickly as he smiled brightly, but his eyes hid something in them. Something you died to unlock, shame be damned. As you made your way to the door, fumbling with your keys your eyes met his, catching the light dusty of pink on his cheeks and the heavy look in his eyes. Your eyes were caught in his, sharing a silent word until he cleared his throat again.

“Let’s get you to bed, ‘mega.” His voice was low, a clear order from his alpha that made you jerk away, unlocking your door and stumbling inside, abandoning your shoes and jacket by the door as you moved towards the living room, him following along, locking the door behind. The air felt stifling, the heat wasn’t even on, but you felt like you were in a furnace. His scent fluffed around your tiny apartment as you gestured to the couch.

“I think I need a shower.” You laughed, uncomfortable but anything but afraid. “The remotes on the table.”

“Just shout if you need anything.” He flopped down onto the couch, smiling up at you. Your mind ran as you made your way back to the bathroom. You had actually invited him and he actually agreed? You felt so conflicted, one part of you wanting to drag him under the warm water with you as it started to fill the bathroom with steam and the other part of you wanting to send him right back outside, blaming your heat for your lack of a filter. It wasn’t just your heat though, and you knew that. You would want him here regardless, you just weren’t bold enough to actually tell him that. As you stepped under the water your mind filled with scenarios of how he could help you in more ways than just guarding your door.

The large red mark on your chest would surly bruise, tender to the touch between your breasts as you scrubbed the skin, trying to remove any bit of the disgusting scent that seemed to cling to you no matter how hard you tried to scrub it off, your omega almost frantic to remove it as you gave up, stepping out of the shower and pulling on your robe. You could always ask Eijiro to scent you, but that felt like too far after dragging him into your house.

Deciding against it, you let out a whine before opening the door, jumping back as you almost ran into a broad chest.

“You smelled upset I’m sorry I-I had to make sure you were…okay” He seemed to have a hard time finding words, eyes completely shifted to the alpha yellow as he looked down at you, gaze searching for any sign of danger. It was now or never you guessed.

“The smell…” You pouted up at him. “I smell like him, could you um?” Before a silence could fill the air his hands shot out gripping your hips tightly before dragging his scent glands over your wet hair, slowly moving down as he scented your neck, your back ramrod straight as you let out a breathy gasp. His lips grazed over your own scent gland, causing you to shiver in his arms as he moved further down still. Your robe had fallen open, not yet exposing your breasts, but the space between them, red and starting to bruise open to the air. He growled low, lightly rubbing his cheek over the spot before placing a chaste kiss over it. That made your knees collapse, and if it wasn’t for his grip you would be a puddle on the floor.

“Sorry ‘mega.” His voice was gruff as he pulled away, causing you to whine as he looked down on you, “I couldn’t help myself. Let’s actually get you to bed.” Your mind was cloudy, feeling like you were floating as he guided you down the hall and to your room. He stood at your door as you made your way inside, allowing your robe to drop off as your mind became laser focused on reaching your nest, momentarily forgetting he was there entirely.

He was sure any other alpha would have ripped into your room instantly at the sight, but he had to control himself. You had already been traumatized once tonight and the last thing you needed was a burly alpha like himself ruining your safe space as you flopped into your nest, rearranging the blankets and pillows that filled it with a huff, brows furrowed. You only seemed to get more agitated as you worked, head finally snapping back to him with a huff.

“Alpha needa smell like you.” Your voice almost slurred as you spoke, almost snapping his fraying resolve. He knew he should have stayed in the living room, but the sour switch of your fruity scent had almost made him feral, and he just couldn’t leave you. Couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you pouted to him. “Want you.” You mumbled to him and he was done. String snapping he made his way through your room to your nest,hesitating at the edge before you grabbed his arm with surprising strength, pulling his willing body in with you. Your body instantly molded to his, despite your heated skin his warmth feeling amazing as you scented him.

“Alpha please.” You didn’t even know what you needed as you begged for something, anything as he stayed stiff, arms at his side as you burrowed against his chest.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He said, finally wrapping his arms around you as he maneuvered you, laying with his back against the plush fortress. “You should sleep ‘mega.” That nickname made your skin tingle like it was on fire. You whined again at him as you pulled up, locking eyes with him. He looked at home in here and you had half a mind to never let him leave your nest again.

“Needa knot first.” The words fell from your mouth before you could stop them, that being even too far for your current state, instantly breaking eye contact as you pulled further away, looking away as his hand came up to cover his eyes, breaths ragged as he took in your words.

“(y/n)...I need to know if you mean that. If you really want me, or if it’s just your heat.” It wasn’t just your heat. You had fantasized about this before, you had thought of him more times than you would like to admit and not just in this way.

“Only want you, Eijiro, only ever you alpha.” You babbled in response, hoping that he believed you. There must have been something in your face, because as he lifted his hand from his eyes and stared at you for a moment he finally nodded his head.

“Alright ‘mega,” His voice had changed ever so slightly, the commanding alpha tone back, “You’ll tell me if anything is too far. If anything hurts. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Are you on birth control?” You instantly defeated at his words, the stress leaving your shoulders as you fell to him.

“Yes alpha, I am and I will!” You said back eagerly. “I want you.” He laughed lightly at you, shaking his head as he sat up, catching your mouth in a kiss that soon morphed into something less than innocent, tongues tangling as he eased you onto your back. His hands gripped your hips pulling you closer as one hand began drifting towards your center.

“Jesus ‘mega, you’re soaked.” He pulled away speaking against your lips as you mewled.

“Need your knot.” You said as a response. He shook his head lightly.

“Need to make sure you can take it pretty girl.” He said, a finger slipping in easily, soon adding a second, pumping in a way that made your spine curl. You moaned as his lips connected to your chest, tongue encircling the bud of your peaked nipple causing you to cry out as he began to scissor his fingers. You could feel yourself getting close, already so close to the edge before he even touched you.

“Cum and I’ll give you my knot ‘mega. Need you ready for this dick.” His words seemed to melt into your skin, lighting you up inside, sending you hurtling over the edge as his fingers reached a specific spot inside you as your toes curled, crying out his name as you did just that.

“Good girl, such a good ‘mega.” He praised you as he continued to move his fingers allowing you to ride out your orgasm as you groaned at his words. “How do you want this pretty girl, it’s up to you this time.” His words of “this time” swirled through your head as you tried to answer him through your moans, eventually reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping his movement for long enough to catch your breath.

“Want to see you.” You huffed out, hoping he understood what you meant, and to your glee he seemed to be on the same page. He pulled out his hand slowly, your pussy clenching around nothing as he pulled your legs up, allowing them to rest on his shoulders. You weren’t sure when he took off his shirt but were beyond happy with the view it granted you, his huge muscular chest making you clench weakly.

“Look at me.” He commanded roughly, causing your eyes to snap to his as he shimmied down his pants, allowing the leaking head of his cock to trace over you. “You will tell me if it’s too much; tell me to stop and I will, one word and it’s over okay?” His words made you want to fold in on yourself, allow him to take whatever he wanted, but his eyes were different. They almost looked nervous like he was worried for you and holding himself back. He looked like he truly cared, almost like-

“I will, Eijiro.” It was like a piece of your mind had finally come back to you, and at your words he nodded, allowing his cock to slide in, inch by inch. Despite stretching you earlier, there was still a delicious burn as he sunk in bit by bit. If he didn’t want you after this, you didn’t know what you would do, never feeling so full before, his knot not even fully inflated at this point.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff, like he was holding himself back as he looked down at you intently, trying to read your face.

“Please, alpha fill me please please please.” You begged under him, trying to wiggle your hips as he let out a groan, hands moving to grip the back of your thighs, bending them to your chest.

“Anything for you, ‘mega.” Before you could even process his words, he snapped his hips, causing you to cry out as your head fell back, at his complete mercy as he began to fuck you hard into your carefully crafted fortess. It was like your brain was disconnected, short circuited as his hips pistoned into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, drowned out by your near sceam- moaning.

“You’re mine now ‘mega. No one else will ever lay a finger on you or I’ll break their fucking arm.” He grunted out, pushing your legs higher as you cried below him, babbling nonsense as you tried to connect back to your brain, clenching tight at his words.

“All yours alpha.” You moaned out. You were embarrassingly close again. If he meant what he said though, you would at least have a day or two more of this as he helped you through your heat.

“Gonna fill you up so much no one will even smell your heat on you. All they’ll be able to smell is me. They’ll know who this cunt belongs to.” His words were filthy as he spoke to you. “Are you gonna cum again? All over my knot ‘mega?” You could only moan at his words, knowing he was right. “You know I’ve wanted this for months, every time I saw you I wanted to drag you away and show you who you should belong to…show you why you should choose me.” Your vision was beginning to grow hazy, seconds away from crashing over the edge. “You know what? It wasn’t even your tight pussy or your ass that I couldn’t get out of my mind.” His words made you pause, gasping as his eyes meant yours. “It’s those fucking eyes, I couldn’t get them out of my head.” He said with a particularly sharp thrust as your head fell back again. “Look at me as you cum.” As soon as your eyes met his you fell, the tight cord inside of you snapping as you gushed around him, a few more thrust before he too was cumming, hot seed filling you as his knot locked you together, feeling almost uncomfortably full as he let your legs fall back down, resting his head on your collar bone as you both tried to catch your breath.

He soon raised his head, puppeting you to a more comfortable position as you waited for his knot to deflate, already half asleep as you snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I mean it, you know.” He said, your turn to hum in response. “I want to take you out ‘mega. I’ll prove to you, I’m worthy of you.”

“You are worthy, Eijiro.” You mumbled out, kissing his arm as you snuggled impossibly closer. “Sleep alpha.”

“Sleep ‘mega.” He agreed with a laugh as you faded into the most restful sleep you’ve had in a long time.

#kinktober 2024 #kinktober #mha smut #mha x reader #mha #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima abo #alpha kirishima #heat #alpha and omega

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megumiluvv · 8 months ago

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After Work

Cont: established relationship, Takuma Ino x gn (slightly fem?) reader, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful, mentions of good boy at the end), praise, handjob (m!recieving), kissing, slight cum eating (you lick it off your hand), teasing about anal, idk how to end fics

Word count: ~700

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A/n: I was wanting to write more stuff, especially for Ino <3. Once again, I hope you enjoy the read and I hope I captured his personality decently (even if it’s a smut fic)

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Ino walks into your shared home after another successful yet tiring mission, and sees you preparing to watch a movie.

“Hey, pretty.” He smiles and sits on the couch with you.

“Hey! How’d the mission go?”

“Good, missed your pretty face, though.”

“I’m going to watch our favorite movie again.” You kiss his cheek and sit next to him with the popcorn in your lap, turning on the movie on the living room TV.

“Ooh, nice, I’ve been wanting to watch this lately.” Takuma grins and sets aside his beanie to run his hand through his hair.

The two of you sit close and watch the movie. About halfway through, you get up to set down the popcorn bowl. When you return, the brown-haired sorcerer pulls you close and kisses your cheek. You hum contentedly and press your lips against his. He holds you closer, no longer paying attention to the movie ahead of the two of you.

You slip your tongue into his lips, his own intertwining with yours and fighting for dominance. He explores your mouth and groans softly into your mouth, eating up your small whimpers as you slide your hand down his body. He gasps softly against your lips when he feels your hand slip past his pants.

“Baby, what’re you-” He starts, a groan interrupting his thoughts as your hand palms him through his underwear.

“Shh, baby, you had a long day, let me help you relax.” You whisper and pull off his pants and underwear, his now-hard erection slapping against his lower stomach.

You stroke his pretty cock and kiss him again, swallowing his groans and whines. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he rests them on your cheeks, helping to deepen the kiss.

“Shit, pretty,” he groans in between kisses and strokes. “Trying to kill me? Your hand feels so good right now, exactly what I needed after today’s mission.”

“Yeah?” You smile and swipe your thumb over his tip, using the pre as lubricant for your hand. “I’m glad, I want my handsome sorcerer boyfriend to always feel good.”

“You know what’d really make me feel good?”

“Hm?”

“Getting to make you feel good too,” he mumbles before a pretty groan erupts from his mouth. “Or maybe cumming.”

You laugh softly, the sound oh so sweet to his ears and bringing him closer to his impending climax.

“Shit, baby, your voice does things to me,” he groans. “Gonna waste my load too soon if you laugh like that.”

“Maybe I want to watch that.” You smile softly and press more kisses into his lips and cheeks.

He continues to groan and moan into your lips, the pleasure you’re giving him too much to keep quiet about.

“Boy, you sure are noisy tonight.” You grin and kiss him. “Maybe I should add some attention to your little hole down here.”

His eyes widen and he moves his head to look at you. “Babe, I- fuck- I don’t know if we should be having this talk when I’m about to explode onto your hands.”

You giggle and move off of the couch and to your knees. “Maybe it’ll speed up the process.”

“Fuck- I don’t- god, your hands feel so good- I don’t think I’ll need my ass touched to cum faster.”

“No? Well maybe after you cum here, I’ll touch your ass later, how about that?”

He groans and tilts his head back. “W-we’ll discuss after I cum, okay beautiful?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum and jerk him off faster.

“Fuck, pretty, I’m gonna-” his sentence gets interrupted by his orgasm, beautiful white streams falling onto your hand.

You gently pull away from his softening cock, gently bringing your hand to your mouth to clean his little mess. You grab a towel and wipe his thighs off, then sit on his lap and press kisses to his face.

“You always do so much for us,” you whisper. “Nanami trained my boyfriend well.”

“Don’t say it like that, he didn’t train me,” Takuma mumbles in embarrassment.

You giggle softly and press a chaste kiss against his lips. “No? But you’re such a good boy.”

“Baby, don’t make me hard again, I don’t want to try butt stuff right now.”

You giggle again and wrap your arms around him, turning off the movie and going to the room with him. “No butt stuff for tonight.”

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tonixe · 1 year ago

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"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

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writinglittlepains · 1 month ago

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Speedster

content: superhero whump, restraints, lab whump, electrocution

Hero's eyes flew open.

They were in a small, cramped cell. Their hands were chained together in front of them, and connected to the wall by another chain. That was the only restraint on them, but the room was filled with more. Chains and hooks were everywhere, all along the walls and ceiling and floor. Looking outside the bars of the cell did little to help – there was nothing on the other side of the hallway.

The last thing they remembered... they were fighting Villain. It had been standard, routine, until... until...

They shook their head, feeling foggy. They had to remember what happened.

The power suppression collar. Right. Hero's hands jerked up to feel if it was still there, but they couldn't move their hands more than a few inches. They shifted their head, and sure enough they could feel the weight of it around their neck.

Fury tore through them. There was an agreement among the superpowered people of the city to never, never do such a thing to each other. It seemed that Villain had crossed that line.

"Hey!" Hero shouted, pulling at their chains. "Let me out of here!"

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. Soon, Villain appeared in front of the cell, flanked by two guards. They had a smug grin on their face.

"Finally," they said. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up."

"You fucking piece of shit!" Hero snapped. "Get this thing off of me and let me go!"

"Oh, don't you worry," Villain said. "The collar was just a precaution, you'll have it off in no time. But I'm afraid you're never getting out of here. You see, of all the heroes in the city, you have always been the most trouble. Super speed is quite the talent to have, and so difficult to stop. Unless, of course..."

In a flash, Villain was inside the cell. Their teleportation abilities were the only powers that had ever rivaled Hero's.

"I was content to keep going the way we had been," they admitted. "But Supervillain has other ideas."

Hero paled. "You're giving me to them?"

"Oh yes," Villain said. "In fact... I think I'll be on my way now. It'll be so much easier to get rid of all the other heroes without you around."

"No... no, Villain please-"

But Villain wasn't listening. They teleported back out of the cell and unlocked the door for the two guards. Then, in a flash, they were gone entirely.

The guards unchained Hero and each took one of their arms despite Hero's frantic protests. They dragged Hero through the hallway, past rows of cells. Most were empty, but some had bodies or skeletons rotting in chains.

Hero kicked and squirmed the whole way, but there was nothing they could do. The cells gave way to pristine halls, a cross between a lavish mansion and a secret base. It didn't surprise Hero that Supervillain operated in a place like this.

Eventually, the guards brought Hero into a room that looked like a lab. They threw them onto the hard, cold table in the middle and strapped them down, so much so that they couldn't move.

Finally, the power suppression collar was removed. Immediately, Hero could feel their speed returning to them. But, restrained, there was nothing they could do.

A different collar was snapped around Hero's neck – it was thicker, tighter. But they could still feel their powers.

"Well, well, well," came a voice. "The great Hero, in my clutches."

Supervillain peered over Hero's face, wearing the same smug expression that Villain had. Using their telekinesis, they pushed Hero's hair out of their face.

"Let me go," Hero growled. "You'll regret this."

"No, I don't think I will," Supervillain replied. "You're mine now, for the rest of your life. And how long will that life be, you might be wondering? That's simple: as soon as I figure out how your power works and how to replicate it, I'll give you the mercy of death."

"I will kill you."

Supervillain grinned, amused. With a wave of their hand, the straps holding Hero down fell away.

Hero didn't waste any time, tapping into their speed and bursting through the door and down the hallway. They'd be out in no time-

"AAH!"

Suddenly, electricity coursed through their veins, and Hero collapsed to the ground. Stopping so suddenly while speeding sent tremors through their legs, the pain of which they hadn't felt since first discovering their powers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Supervillain added, walking up to them. They turned Hero over with their powers, and an invisible force held them down. "If you use your powers without my explicit permission, you will be punished. If you try to defy my orders, you will be punished. If you do anything out of line, you will be punished. Am I clear?"

Hero just groaned, and Supervillain shocked them again. Their scream rang out through the hallway.

"I said am I clear, Hero?"

"Y-yes," Hero gasped. "Clear."

"Good," Supervillain said. They used their powers to levitate Hero in the air, and it was then that Hero realized that guards and even Villain were all for show. Supervillain could restrain Hero all by themself. "Let's get started."

taglist: @scoundrelwithboba

#I will 100% be continuing this #hale originals #speedster #superhero whump #hero whumpee #electrocution #lab whump #superpower whump #whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump writing

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albatris · 23 days ago

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Snuppet Sinday

snippet sunday

The drive felt like hours. Nat wound his window down and let the breeze whip at his hair in an attempt to keep him awake. With one hand, he un-wove the marigolds, not wanting to lose them to the wind, and tucked them into the drink holder. About halfway home, he noted with a twinge of anxiety that a small red sedan was tailing him.

He clenched his jaw and rubbed at his eyes, still trying to chase off sleep. He was overtired, he was overstimulated, he’d been stabbed through the hand and talked into a contract kill—he was just stressed, just paranoid. His breath hitched in his throat. He’d been taking his medication religiously over the past week, but obviously the pressure was still getting on top of him. Either that, or—

Nat squinted into his rearview mirror, trying to make out the driver behind him, to no avail. He jerked the wheel sideways and rattled round his next left turn without indicating. The sedan followed. Fuck, someone really was after him.

Chest tight, he wrestled with his options for a minute or two—the safest bet was to continue driving until his stalker peeled away from him. Under no circumstances should he return home. He examined himself, his feelings. Somewhere underneath his fear, and probably due to his tiredness, he was deeply annoyed. And it was that annoyance that eventually drove him to turn down a quiet side street, pull over to the side of the road, and climb out.

The red sedan crept around the corner after him, and immediately stopped. Nat still couldn’t see the driver. He marched straight towards the driver’s side door, his heart pounding, his fangs and claws at the ready. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck.

“Hey,” he said loudly, surprised his voice didn’t tremble. “What’s your problem?”

Tires squealed as the car reversed, then took off back the way it had come. Nat charged after it, skidding around the corner, but the car had already plunged into the flow of traffic. Nat itched to chase it and almost did, but even with his vampiric super speed, he knew he wouldn't keep up. He ground his teeth and glared. Of course, he didn’t really want a confrontation; he was just sick of not having answers.

#snippet sunday #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

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residualmanifest · 3 months ago

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this mouthwashing fanimation on twitter has been on loop in my head joetastic you are so damn funny #SWANSEA #SHOOT HIM [LINK] and i had some SPOILER thoughts to say and at this point i put so many in the tags i'm just putting it in a read more #sexual assault mention

ive been talking w a pal and a lot of signs w the game as it goes on tells me that if anya eventually told swansea and then from there theres options of like . 1. she asks him not to confront him cause it was clear to me she wanted support and not direct confrontation Due To How Much Longer they're on that damn ship . or 2. classic misogyny moment of 'just endure it'

but i think it's more likely curly was the only one she told, since he was the 'highest authority' as the captain and after the way he responded, she shut down and had a pretty common thought process of "well if he was so blaise' about it, anyone else would be too" and its HARD ENOUGH to admit something like that happened to you one time, but esp with a response like that how would you open up again . so you swallow it but that only works for so long and the inevitable time bomb of her pregnancy, it was all like . ;_; she felt she had No Choice and i dont think she did !!! trapped on the SHIP !!! speaking from my own experiences it's how im viewing it .

swansea definitely just didn't like jimmy cause his vibes are so damn rancid too lol . but also the more i think about it the more i think any reality of whether she shared that w him or not like . you Can See the -disdain and contempt he has for him . i really like how a lot of it is pretty open ended, you don't see a true linear way of how every character feels about every single moment . just the perspective of jimmy and then curly . i was telling cygnus but it pissed me off so bad that he had Nothing To Say when you discover Anya it broke my heart . of COURSE he wouldn't he's a misogynist and he hated her and sexually assaulted her . HE SUCKS !!! the overall story is such a well done tragedy .

its funny how me linking this goofy ass video had me writing all this out but i wanted to give a couple of my interpretations of it . it was also pissing me off seeing people say swansea wouldn't give a shit either way . did we see the same interactions LOL i'm not saying he COULDN'T be a misogynist, as the game is clearly themed around that, but saying there's no way he'd give a shit ... you dn't understand ...

anyhoo . i love anya . her story was so tragic . i'm excited to do another playthrough soon to really tie together more of my thoughts and also see her again :) i've got nothing but sympathy for her and the way wrong organ wrote her interactions and responses is really intense for me . its very realistic when taking her personality into thought too . this is a bit all over the place but i'm getting back into the swing of expressing my media thoughts

EDIT: going back 2 the replies and this response is definitely waht got my mind chugging

#hey jerk! speed kills!

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white-poppie · 1 year ago

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VROOM'ING INTO YOU HEART ⎯⎯ ♡ biker!Getou x reader

Synopsis: a surprise, late night, romantic date with your Biker bf Getou at a silent beach with just two of you, the sea and the moon Genre: FLUFF!! Warnings: fluff so cute you will want to take a bath with your toaster, also sugu being all breathy n' shit.. (twirls hair) wc: 0.9k+

Getou’s standing outside your house, leaning on his voguish bike. The steel of the bike glints like dark tides under the moonlight; a fitting imagery for the way his bike glides on the road like the lapping ocean torrents.

He's clad in a turtleneck, hugging his pectorals like a vice, dark leather pants topped by his signature biker-gear, leather jacket.

And of course, his air tied in his hslf up, half down, signature Suguru man bun.

His gaze is stuck to the screen of his phone, eyebrows furrowed in a soft arch. Behind him are two helmets, perched prettily on the bike. A larger black one for him and a white one for you.

As soon as Suguru hears the door close open, he puts his phone inside his pocket, greeting you with a soft lift of his lips into a smile.

"Took you long enough," he jests, walking a step closer such that he just has to peer down a bit to graze his nose against yours. The smell of his label perfume permeating through the air

You smile and point at your pretty outfit, styled hair and makeup. He chuckled, gloved hand coming to your face to gently caress your cheek. Cute excuse, nonetheless he accepts.

Getou hums a random love song, taking the helmet from the seat, putting it on your head, adjusting it to your size. A soft smile on his face as he peers down at at you from the bottom of his lashes, his arms flexing in the tight material of his turtleneck.

“Ready.” You exclaim and he tsks, smacking the helmet gently like you would a naughty cat.

“Not ready, you wanna freeze in the cold or sum’?” He crosses his arms and locks down at you as he clicks his helmet on, his eyes glinting through the helmet vizier; you can never miss the tender glow in them when he looks at you, nothing else.

Suguru removed his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his wooden turtleneck enough an insulator for him. “There you go, you look even prettier when you show me off.” He him, mounting his bike and lets you to the same.

“Okay backpack, here we go.”

“Hey!” You retaliate at the nickname and he just sniggers, looking back at you as you mount the bike too.

He revs up the engine, gearing the bike with a slight jerk which causes your body to lurch forward and hit his back. Sly mf. Sighing you wrap you arms around his waist and he smirks, turning the gear as the engine revves alluringly as you drive off into the night.

The wispy air hits your face making you shiver as you rest your head against his back. He chuckles slightly, the muscles of his back relaxing involuntarily as the engine hums in the night.

"Hold on tight," he says and takes a sharp turn that has you clinging to the fabric of his jacket for your dear life. His low voice muffled against the roar of the engine and sizzle of the night air against your helmet. His low laugh rumbles through the night.

"Where are we going? Sugu?” you scream, his perfume musk wafting through the the harsh air.

“Just somewhere.” He mumbles, kicking off, speeding off into the night.

You both come to stop at a beach, getting off the bike and handing the helmet to him. You wrap his jacket tighter around yourself, eyes fluttering at the seascape. The moonlight shines on the waves that stir and hit the rocks, silvery sand and dark waters.

Suguru hops off the bike, his dark eyes just calmly looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in your irises, your pretty lips parted as you look at the sea. You would kill him one of these days with how pretty you are.

He looks at you as you take small dazed steps towards the shore, taking out you phone and then clicking a few pictures. He follows suit, his hair blowing in the wind.

You look over at him, he's literally the ocean, dark, silvery, soothing and albeit dangerous. You hear a soft crunch under your shoes and bend down to see some sea shells, scraping them from the sand, you hold them in your palm and Suguru chuckles breathily.

Eventually squatting to help you pick some shells, his thick fingers searching through the sand, trying to find the uncracked ones in the dim light. It were a silent 5 minutes, eventually the two of you collected enough to fill the pockets of his jacket.

The two of you sit on sand, side my side, knees drawn to your chests. Your arm is flush against his, sighing as you play with his hair and he lets you.

"Having fun, angel?" he asks softly and you chuckle, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"So much fun, Sugu. Thank you for bringing me here." You say, looking into his eyes as they gleam with adoration when you peck him.

Getou reaches over and grabs your jaw slightly, your eyes flashing with the sight of your hairtie that he always keeps on his wrist, before pulling you close. He presses his lips flush against yours, your trembling fingers gravitate towards his face, you can feel his skin heat up.

"M' pretty baby." He whisper, parting only slightly. His eyes flicker up from your lips into your eyes, a soft, breathy chuckles leaves his throat at the lovesick look in your eyes.

"Are you trying to make me over heat?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilt you chin upwards. Getou smiles, his silver ringsand that one chain you gifted him on your 3 month anniversary, glowing in like moonlight shimmering upon the surface and you are underwater.

"Is it working?" He smirks, before he leans in again, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He's the ocean in the night, and you are drowning.

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luvyeni · 2 years ago

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hey lovee can you do a "giving a handjob to the dreamies" please ? love you <33

—｛🎂｝GIVING THEM A HANDJOB; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 0.4k

warnings. handjob, light sommo, shower activites, public settings?

synopsis. different scenarios of giving nct dream and handjob

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ !

you watched your boyfriend exit the bathroom , a towel wrapped around his waist ,water dripping down his abs. "you up baby, i didn't mean to wake you." he bent down kissing you.

"you didn't wake me." you sat up , slipping your hand through the towel. "baby , you know i have to be at practice, we can't right now." he hissed as you grabbed his cock. "but you're hard , i just wanted to help you before you left." you pouted stroking his cock, he looked down at you, cursing , letting the towel fall. "fuck baby, hurry so i wont be late."

his head was knocked back , lip between his teeth as you stroked his red cock. "fuck , baby just a little more , im gonna cum." you bent down , putting his tip into your mouth , as he came . "ngh, fuck! " he looked down at you as you swallowed his cum, showing him.

"fuck baby you're gonna kill me , i don't even want to into work anymore"

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ !

you woke up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass , you smirked turning to face him , your hand , travelling down to his pajamas pants , slipping your hands into his underwear, grabbing his hard cock.

he whined in his sleep , bucking up into your hand. "p..please." he moaned in his sleep , grinding up into your hands. his eyes began to flutter open as you kissed and nipped at his neck. "b..baby?" he moaned realizing what was going on. "you were having a naughty dream."

"fuck baby im gonna cum." his hips stuttered as he came into your hands , making a mess in his pajamas. "fuck baby , good morning." he kissed your lips , making his way under the covers , pulling down your pants , kissing your clothed clit.

"how about i pay you back."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ !

"baby , im playing the game right now." he whispered as your hand slipped into his pants. "you can stil play , just pretend im not here." you smirked , pulling his cock from his shorts , spitting on to his tip , he hissed. "shit."

you smirked , stroking his cock as he had to come up with an excuse to whoever he was playing with. "sh..shut the fuck up and play the game you didn't hear anything." he glared at you , as you smiled , speeding up your movements.

jeno was barely holding it together , trying not to groan into the mic as you stroked his leaking cock. "jeno , what the fuck are you doing , you're letting us get killed!" haechan screeched into the mic. "s..stop fucking complaining , im trying." he felt himself about to cum. "ngh! " cum coated your hands, you smiled , licking it off your hands , he covered the mic , turning to you.

"when im done with this im fucking you into the mattress, i swear im getting you back."

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ !

you should've known something was up , when haechan said he wanted to shower with you , you told him no funny business , but that did stop him from guiding your hand to his hard cock.

"haechan i told you we don't have time." "please , just a handjob, please i'm so hard." you gave in , wrapping your hand around his cock , he groaned. "fuck baby , just like that." he held on to the shower door , as you began to stroke his cock.

"b..baby fuck a little faster." he hissed as you began to pick up the pace. "does that feel good?" you kissed his neck. "y..yes , fuck yes baby, im gonna cum." you swiped your thumb across his slit and he came with a jerk of his hips. "fuck."

"i promise to eat you out all night when we get back."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ !

"naughty baby, what are you doing?" jaemin smirked as your hand crept down , palming his cock while you two layed in bed. "you're alway getting me off whenever i want so i just wanted to help you out." you pouted , jaemin smiled.

"you really want to get nana off?" he hovered above you you nodded , sticking your hands into his shorts , he hissed as you grabbed his cock , pulling his pants just a bit to pull him out , stroking his cock. "i do."

his hand dipped down into your shorts , running his fingers along your folds. "then nana will get you off too." one of his fingers prodding at your hole. you stroking his cock , him finger , you both got each other off. "n..nana it feels good." he smirked. "you're making nana feel good too -shit- im gonna cum , ngh! " cum covered your hand and stomach where your shirt had ridden up ,jaemin sped up his movements making you moan.

"now let nana repay you."

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ !

chenle bit the inside of his cheek , trying not to show how angry and turned on he was as you stroked his cock under the table in front of his friends at lunch.

"bro, you okay?" mark asked the boy. "baby you look sick and your face is all red are you okay?" he wanted to fuck that smirk right off your smug face , but you just squeezed the base of his cock containing on. "i..im fine." he said through clenched teeth.

you speed up your movements , he held the glass of his drink , he could swear he could hear it crack as he felt the pressure in his abdomen to build up , he bucked up into your hand , taking a sip of his drink to cover up the moan he let out as he came. he angrily handed you a tissue , whispering in your ear.

"when we get home im gonna fuck you until you're squirming away from my cock , i swear to god."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ !

your hand traveled in between your bodies as you sat on jisung's lap as he left little red marks littered all across your neck and collarbone , clearly it had crossed the line of just a make-out. unbuckling his pants , he pulled away as you started making your way into his pants.

"f..fuck baby , you don't have to." but you just shut him up with a kiss , pulling his hard cock out from his sweats. "i want to." you pulled him into another kiss , swallowing up any moans as you stroked his cock. you pulled away , kissing his jaw just as he did yours. "sh..shit baby that feels good."

you could feel him slowly bucking his hips up into your hand. "b..baby , in gonna cum." he moaned as he felt the coil in his abdomen snap. "fuck!" he cursed as cum spurted from his cock , landing on your hand , some on both of your clothes.

"fuck , let's go cleaned up , i can repay you in the shower."

©️LUVYENI

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ellswritings · 3 months ago

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Co-Captain 1x10

Episode 11

Fallon stares at her phone as she sits in the back of the jeep, tuning out what Scott and Stiles are saying. The brunette is ticked to say the least. After helping Derek and worrying about him after his full out brawl with Peter, she found out that the man decided to side with his homicidal uncle. She understands the importance of family and being there for them, but this is a whole new level she didn’t even know could be reached.

Peter’s words rung in her head like a chaotic symphony, haunting every waking thought she has. She’s special. There’s something about her that he wants and that scares the living daylights out of her. She’s been wracking her brain, trying to find out what it is about her that makes her desirable. That way she can stop whatever it is. Even Scott and Stiles have been trying to help her decode his cryptic message, but it’s been a struggle for all of them. She’s just a normal teenager.

Now that Derek has been brainwashed, it’s only a matter of time before he comes after the girl, helping his uncle get what he wants from her. She just hopes that Scott is at least somewhere nearby to help her out if things go badly. She can hold her own in a fight, but against two werewolves? That might prove to be a bit of a challenge.

Scott’s head shoots up as he slaps Stiles’ chest, “Go. Go now!” He instructs. Stiles floors it, making Fallon jerk in her seat from the sudden surge of speed.

The three of them have been following Jackson to make sure the Argents didn’t kill him because they think he’s the second beta. That’s another unfortunate development in their supernatural world of issues. Because of the scratch on the back of his neck, they’re all assuming Jackson is Scott.

Allison has invited Fallon over a lot these past few days. It kills her a bit inside every time she turns her friend down, but getting the death stare from Chris would definitely break her. And she doesn’t want her nervous habits to give anything away about Scott or Derek. Peter she doesn’t quite care about as much.

Jackson’s silver Porsche glistens under the sun’s bright light, Chris’s red SUV sitting not too far from it. Stiles slams on the breaks as they roll up to the two men, both him and Scott acting unnaturally due to their nerves. Fallon couldn’t blame them. But Chris can clearly see something is off with them.

Stiles rolls down the window for Scott, the latter hits his palm against the door to get their attention. “Yo,” he calls out, waving at Jackson.

“When have you ever said yo?” Fallon whispers with narrowed eyes.

Scott sends her a silent glance to shut up before Stiles leans across the center console, “What’s up?” He greets awkwardly.

Fallon reluctantly rolls her own window down, smiling at both Chris and Jackson. “Hey guys,” she waves politely. Chris almost looks like he’s analyzing her which makes her regret her decision to even announce her presence.

“Is everything okay?” Scott asks, feigning concern. He doesn’t actually care about what’s wrong with Jackson’s car.

“Hey, Scott,” Chris smiles just as fakely as the rest of them. “Your friend here was just having car trouble. We’re just taking a look.” Both of them stand by Jackson’s hood, corroborating his story.

Fallon pokes her head out the window, a false genuineness in her voice that no one would question. Who needs the school musical when she’s putting on the show of her life right now? “I’m pretty sure there’s a shop right down the street. They probably have a tow truck,” she suggests. “We could give you a ride if you want?”

Scott barely turns, sticking his hand through the space between his seat and the door, high fiving his best friend for her ability to act innocent. She hides her own smirk. Stiles huffs, getting slightly impatient with the internal dilemma Jackson is having. “Come on, Jackson. You’re way too pretty to be out here by yourself.”

Jackson hesitantly looks back at his Porsche, but ultimately decides to walk closer to Stiles’ jeep. Fallon scoots over, making room for the blonde boy. That is until Chris Chris smirks as he turns in Jackson’s car, having fixed whatever the problem was under the hood. He crosses his arms, nodding over to the teens.

“Hey guys, ” He calls out. “Told you I knew a few things about cars,” he says cockily, leaving them all in a stunned silence. Fallon fights the urge to drop her jaw as the man coolly walks towards his car, hopping in the driver's seat and taking off. If anyone could give Derek a run for his money when it comes to charisma, it would be Chris.

As soon as Chris is far enough away, something snaps inside Jackson. He takes a step away from the jeep, glaring at the trio as if they were the reason his Porsche stopped working. Fallon could see the veins popping out of his forehead and knew they were in for a treat. “So what?” He shrugs angrily. “Are you following me now?”

“So what if we are?” Fallon quips back quickly, hopping out of the jeep behind Scott. “I thought you liked the attention, Jackson? Fills the empty hole in your heart next to the one with your fear of never being good enough.”

As Jackson goes to respond, Scott gets to it first. “You almost gave away everything, right there!” He scolds. “You freaking idiot!”

Jackson shakes his head, “What are you talking about?” Fallon couldn’t tell if he was faking his stupidity or if he is actually stupid.

“He thinks you’re the second Beta!” Scott shouts at him. Fallon didn’t understand why Scott was angry about that, maybe frustrated because he has to protect Jackson now, but it’s no reason to be angry. Now the hunters will be off his back since they think it’s Jackson.

“What?” Jackson scoffs out a laugh. He looks almost proud of himself in a way. Fallon can already tell what’s running through his head. Even though Scott was the one who was bitten, who has the heightened senses and super strength, he’s still not good enough for the hunters to be going after. Even in the face of certain doom, Jackson still manages to be cocky. She doesn’t even know how she managed to be his friend for so long. Maybe Stiles is right, she was crazy.

“He thinks you’re me!” Scott shouts even louder, turning around and punching Stiles’ jeep to get his anger out. Stiles tries to intervene, getting in between his friend and the now abused Roscoe.

“Dude, my jeep!” Stiles cries out, scoffing at the blatant disregard Scott has for his property. Fallon stands close to Stiles, examining the jeep with him. There’s no dent or discoloration, so they’re okay for now.

Scott’s face is a light shade of pink as he rips Jackson a new one. “I can hear your heart beating from a mile away– literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you, too!” He screams and grunts at the same time before going to beat up the jeep again. Fallon and Stiles grab him, pulling him away from the vehicle.

“Okay, how about we step away from Stiles’ jeep,” Fallon proposes calmly.

Jackson rolls his eyes, pointing his finger stiffly at Scott, “This is your problem, not mine, okay?“ He seethes with a harsh glare. “I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay? This is your fault!” He shoves Scott harshly, making the werewolf’s back slam into Stiles’ car.

Stiles groans, “Can we stop hitting my jeep?”

Scott comes back with just as much viscousness, pushing Jackson a few feet back. Fallon huffs loudly as she watches Jackson getting ready to retaliate. “Okay, guys!” She steps in between them. “That's enough, all right? Just relax. No one got hurt.”

“But someone could!” Scott counters loudly. He turns his attention back to Jackson, “And when they come after you, I won’t be able to protect you. I can’t protect anyone,” he admits quietly, sending a brief glance to Stiles and Fallon.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, growing slightly more defensive, “…Why are you looking at us?”

“You know what? Now you have to do it,” Jackson says angrily. “Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself.”

“No, you won’t!” Scott yells exasperatedly. He doesn’t know what he has to do to get Jackson to understand the consequences of the bite. “Just trust me– all it does is make things worse.”

Jackson gets in Scott’s face, a sarcastic smile plastered on his lips, “Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall.”

Scott nods in admittance, “Yeah, I can run really fast now, except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me!”

Jackson doesn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation. He doesn’t understand the dangers that come with it. The potential to kill someone, the likelihood of someone else killing him. Trying to gain control on the full moon. He thinks it’s all sunshine, rainbows, and power. But if he even knew the half of the struggles Scott has gone through, he’d probably want to rethink his decision. The only issue is, knowing Jackson, his desperation to be better than everyone else would blind him to the dangers anyway.

“And I can hear things, like–like my girlfriend telling people she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life,” Scott says, desperately trying to convince Jackson to change his mind.

“It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda.” He smirks smugly, turning towards his own car, “Me? I drive a Porsche.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Later that evening, Fallon sits alone in her room, Stiles having dropped her off a few hours prior. She reads her book, a small smile on her face at the hilarious dialogue by Ron Weasley. Her hair is up in a messy bun, some curls falling out, framing her face perfectly. Avril Lavigne plays softly in the background, deeply contrasting the calm ambience of her room. Not that she cares.

A small knock at her door catches her attention. She glances up, “Come in.”

Michael pokes his head through the crack of the door, smiling at his daughter's relaxed appearance. “Hey kiddo. What are you up to?” He asks curiously.

“Just some evening reading,” Fallon answers, holding her book up for him to see.

Her father shakes his head, “You’ve read those books like a thousand times.” He chuckles as he walks over to her bed, sitting down at the foot of it. “Don't you think it’s time for something new?”

The girl huffs, “I’ve already read everything in the library downstairs,” she tells him. “And all the new books I bought at the end of last year. This is all I’ve got.” A mischievous smile appears on her face as she looks at her dad, “Unless you wanna take me book shopping…”

“Nice try, sweetheart,” Michael chuckles, patting her leg softly. There’s a pause before he adds, "You used to read those out loud to your mom and me, remember?"

Fallon swallows hard at the mention of her mom, her grip tightening on the book. "Yeah… I remember."

Michael sighs, reaching out to place a hand on her foot, gently squeezing. "I wanted to check on you before I head out. You’ve been… distant lately."

Fallon’s heart clenches at his words. She shifts uncomfortably, looking down at the book in her lap. She didn’t mean to be distant. She didn’t want to be. But with everything happening—the werewolves, the danger, the secrets—it was hard to focus on anything else. And she couldn’t tell him, couldn’t drag him into that world.

"I’m fine, Dad," she reassures him, her voice a little too quick, a little too rehearsed. She looks up at him, trying to smile again, but it felt forced even to her.

Michael’s brow furrows slightly, and he gave her a long glance, as if trying to see through the wall she managed to put up. "Fallon, I know you’re going through a lot. Losing your mom the way that we did, even if it was a long time ago. I mean, we’re both still going through it." His voice cracked just slightly, and Fallon’s stomach twisted with guilt. "But you don’t have to shut me out. Whatever’s going on, I’m here."

The softness in his voice, the way he spoke to her with such care, made Fallon’s chest tighten. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. She felt the weight of everything she couldn’t say pressing down on her.

"I know, Dad. It’s just… complicated."

"Everything’s complicated these days," he says with a sigh, leaning back against her headboard. "I just feel like you’ve been slipping away. Like we haven’t really talked in a long time."

That hit harder than Fallon expected. She hadn’t realized how much she had distanced herself, how her father had noticed. She had been so focused on keeping the supernatural world hidden from him, trying to protect him from all of it, that she hadn’t stopped to think about how it was affecting their relationship.

"I’m sorry," Fallon whispered, her voice barely audible.

Michael sat up a bit straighter, his hand still resting on her foot. "What for?"

"For being… distant," she admits, her eyes still glued to the book in her lap. "I didn’t mean to. I just…"

"You just what?" he prompts gently, his eyes soft and understanding.

Fallon struggles for the right words. She couldn’t tell him the truth, not about the werewolves or the danger that followed her every step. But she didn’t want to lie, either. "I just didn’t want to make things harder for you. You already have so much to deal with at the hospital, and… and with everything else…”

Michael’s face softens further, and he leans in, brushing a strand of hair out of Fallon’s face. "Sweetie, you don’t have to protect me. I’m your father. It’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around."

His words make Fallon feel even worse. She wants so badly to open up to him, to tell him everything she was going through. But how could she? How could she burden him with something so terrifying?

"It’s not that simple," Fallon said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Michael frowns, his concern deepening. "It doesn’t have to be simple. Just… talk to me. Let me in."

The guilt gnawed at her. She wants to talk to him, and wants to lean on him like she used to when things got tough. But the supernatural world had built a wall between them, a wall she didn’t know how to break down without putting him in harm’s way.

"I’m trying, Dad," she said, her voice cracking. "I’m really trying."

Michael reaches out and gently cups her face, turning her to look at him. His eyes were filled with love and concern, and Fallon felt her heart break a little. "You don’t have to carry everything on your own, Fallon. You’re not alone, okay?"

She nods, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. She hates feeling like this, like she was lying to the one person who had always been there for her. But the truth was too much.

"I know," she whispers.

Michael gives her a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing up. "I have to head out, but promise me you’ll try to talk to me more. About anything. It doesn’t have to be about your mom or… whatever else is bothering you. I just miss hearing about your day."

Fallon feels a lump rise in her throat as she nods again. "I promise."

As he moves toward the door, Fallon calls out, "Dad?"

He pauses, turning back to her with a gentle smile. "Yeah?"

"I love you," she says, her voice small but sincere.

Michael’s smile widens, and he nods back. "I love you too, Fallon. Always."

He left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Fallon sat there for a long time, staring at the spot where he had stood. The guilt weighs heavy in her chest, and she hates how distant she has become from him. But what choice did she have?

With a deep sigh, she opens her book again, but the words blurred on the page. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something precious—and she didn’t know how to fix it.

She’s pulled out of the sadness when her phone rings beneath her legs. Reluctantly, she grabs the device, holding it up to her ear when she sees Stiles’ name. “What’s up, freckles?” She asks calmly.

“Scott and I need your help,” he says breathlessly. “We’re on the way now.”

She sits up straighter, “Okay… help with what? What’s going on?”

There’s a moment of silence which causes her concerns to rise. “It’s Peter,” Scott’s voice rings through the phone. “He went to the hospital today and pretended to be a medical rep to ask my mom out on a date. I think he’s going to try and bite her to get to me.”

“Well, I’ll happily crash that date,” Fallon says, quickly sliding her sneakers on. “If he touches your mom, Scott, I swear to God, I will shove wolfsbane so far up his ass that he’ll start growing it from his orifices.”

“And that’s why we’re bringing you,” Stiles adds, slightly disturbed by her very specific threat. “Alright, we’re here.”

Fallon rushes down the stairs, happy her father left before the boys got here. She doesn’t know the specifics of what they’re getting up to tonight, but she knows Michael would not approve. The girl hops into the passenger seat, Scott already sitting in the back.

She points at him, “Why are you back there?”

“You’ll see…” Scott breathes out.

“Let’s just say, I’m gonna definitely owe you a burger after this is over,” Stiles admits quietly, speeding down her neighborhood street.

Hearing Stiles say openly that he owes her one means this is either going to get them in legal trouble, or physically harm her… or possibly both. She groans and throws her head back, but doesn’t bother protesting. She listens as Scott explains his plan, how Stiles and Fallon are going to hit Peter’s car to keep him from having any more alone time with Melissa. They’re tracking her by scent currently, and when they hit the car, Scott will jump out and hide so it doesn’t look planned. She has to admit, it’s pretty creative.

“He’s up there,” Scott points to a car pulled off on the side of the road.

Fallon tilts her head, “Right, ‘cause it definitely won’t look suspicious when we hit a parked car.” She comments sarcastically.

Stiles glances at her, his brown eyes glistening under the street lights, “I can play it off if you can,” he smirks, sticking his pinky out at her.

She can’t help but return the mischievous smile, “Bring it on, Stilinski.” She pauses before rubbing the back of her neck, “Just don’t hit them too hard, please?” Her voice much softer as she begins to brace herself for impact. “I don’t need another cast this soon.”

Not even five seconds later, the jeep rear ends Peter’s car. Fallon lets out a loud grunt as she’s jerked forward in her seat. Scott somehow managed to already worm his way out of the car without being seen. Fallon’s eyes widen as she sees the angry look Melissa McCall is sporting once she realizes who just ruined her supposed “date night.”

Her and Stiles sheepishly make their way out of the jeep as the older woman scoffs. “Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!” She throws her hands up frustratedly.

“Mrs. McCall?” Stiles feigns innocence, smiling like they just ran into her at a grocery store or something. “Wow, this is-this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?”

The chilling smile Peter sends Fallon is enough to glue her to the asphalt below. She tries to back Stiles up, but her eyes are stuck on the icy blue ones boring into hers. Suddenly, he flashes his canines at her, his eyes turning red. But just as quickly as she saw it, it was gone.

“Ha. Ha,” Melissa remarks sarcastically.

“I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere–” Stiles points around the area where they’re parked as he continues. His lies are terrible, and he knows it.

“Came out of nowhere?“ Melissa tells incredulously, the vein in her forehead popping out. “We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!” She then turns her attention to Fallon, “And you let him hit us?!”

The girl throws her hands up, “In my defense… I wasn’t exactly paying attention to him.” She rubs the back of her neck when she notices Melissa’s right eye twitch. That probably wasn’t the best excuse.

“I mean, how crazy is this?” Stiles continues awkwardly. “I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know? Do, like, an accident report thing?”

Fallon nods in agreement, “Yeah, get insurance info and everything… y’know, for the damage.” She cringes at the weird pause she took.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Peter finally speaks up, walking towards the group.

All Fallon can do is glare at the man. Stiles winces, “Are you sure? I think I’m feeling a little whiplash,” he lies once more, rubbing his neck as if he were actually in pain. “You feel it too, right Fall? Didn’t you say your leg was hurting right before we got out of the car?” He gives her a pointed look, demanding she play along.

She clenches her jaw, but ultimately goes along with it. She reaches down, rubbing her calf, “Ouch.” She frowns, ignoring the way Peter rolls his eyes at their theatrics.

“Whiplash?” Melissa looks at Stiles like he’s the dumbest human being alive. “You hit us!”

“I don’t know…” Stiles tells her, still trying to sell his injury. He sucks in a sharp breath, “There’s something definitely wrong with my neck.”

“I don’t think it’s the neck that’s the problem,” Fallon pats his shoulder. “The head that’s attached to it is where I see most of the issues.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Stiles lived up to his promise, getting Fallon a burger, fries, and orange Hi-C from the diner they both love. The brunette girl is now safely back at home in her pajamas, still sipping on her favorite childhood drink as she watches Gossip Girl on her laptop. It was between this and Friends which she’s already watched way too many times, hence why she’s staring at Dan Humphrey strike out for the thirtieth time.

She had just gotten out of the shower, so her wet hair sticks to her pillows, soaking the green cases. She should’ve braided her hair, but the idea of just curling under her covers was much more appealing. Her and Lydia have been texting back and forth, discussing how formal is going to go now that she and Jackson had broken up. Fallon offered to be her date, but Lydia was pretty stuck on going with some “hottie in the lacrosse team to make Jackson jealous.” Her words, not Fallon’s.

Her eyes are so glued to the TV, and her mind is too far gone to even hear anything going on around her. She zones out, not hearing the dialogue between Blair and Chuck, her own breaths, the sound of her window opening, her own thoughts. Nothing phases her. She drifts off into space without a single care in the world.

She wasn’t aware of the movement happening at her side. Her room is dark, the only light illuminating it is coming from the television. She didn’t even notice the slight breeze until her head suddenly felt oddly cold. She glances over at the window and finally notices that it’s ajar. The girl groans, realizing she must’ve forgotten to close it. She goes to stand up but the hairs on her neck standing up stops her. She slowly spins around and sees Derek Hale himself standing in her bedroom.

The anger she feels towards him resurfaces. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?" Fallon’s voice is sharp, cutting through the tension in the room. She crosses her arms, glaring at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Derek stands there, his expression unreadable, the dim light casting shadows across his face. His presence is imposing, but Fallon holds her ground. He takes a step closer, and she takes a step back, her hand gripping the edge of her dresser.

"You’re working with him," she accuses, her voice low and filled with venom. The memory of Derek being thrown across the hospital flashed in her mind, making their new reality all the more unbelievable. "After everything he’s done, after he murdered your sister. You’re just going to stand by his side?"

Derek’s jaw clenches, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he moves further into the room, closing the distance between them.

"I don’t have a choice," he finally says, his voice rough. "You don’t understand what’s at stake."

"I don’t understand?" Fallon scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "I think I understand perfectly. You’ve gone back to the same monster who’s ruined everything. And you’re doing it for what? Some twisted sense of familial duty?"

"It’s not that simple," Derek growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Then make it simple!" Fallon shoots back with a humorless laugh, taking a step toward him. "Explain to me why you’re throwing everything away!"

Derek’s eyes flash with anger, and before Fallon could react, he had her pinned against the wall, his hand around her throat. She gasps, her hands instinctively reaching up to claw at his wrist, but his grip is firm, unyielding.

"I don’t owe you an explanation," Derek hisses, his face inches from hers. "You don’t get to question my decisions."

Fallon’s breath comes in short, panicked bursts, but she didn’t let the fear show on her face. Instead, she meets his gaze with defiance, refusing to back down even as her pulse races beneath his fingers.

"You think this makes you strong?" she chokes out, her voice strained. "You think threatening me will solve anything?"

Derek’s grip tightens momentarily before he releases her, stepping back as if the contact had burned him. Fallon slumps against the wall, coughing and rubbing her throat, but her eyes never left his.

"I’m not here to threaten you," Derek says, his tone more controlled now, but still laced with frustration. "I’m here because you need to understand what’s going on."

"Enlighten me," Fallon spats, still holding her throat as she pushes herself off the wall. "Because right now, all I see is a coward who’s too afraid to stand up to Peter."

Derek’s eyes darken, and Fallon could see the struggle in them. He was wrestling with something, some internal battle that she couldn’t fully understand. But she wasn’t about to let him off easy.

"Peter’s dangerous," Derek finally breaks the silence, his voice low and serious. "And he’s not just going after Scott. He’s coming after you too."

Fallon’s heart skips a beat, but she forces herself to stay calm. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he’s going to bite you," Derek tells her bluntly, watching her reaction carefully. "Unless you do something for him."

Fallon’s eyes widen in shock. She hadn’t expected this. Out of all the threats Peter could have made, this one was the most personal, the most terrifying.

"And you’re just going to let him?" she whispers, her voice trembling despite herself.

Derek’s face hardens. "I’m trying to protect you."

"By coming in here and trying to scare me?" Fallon’s voice rises, her anger returning full force. "You think pinning me against the wall and choking me is going to make me listen?"

Derek looks away, his frustration evident. "You’re not listening. This isn’t just about you."

"No, it’s about you," Fallon shoots back, stepping closer to him again. "You’re too wrapped up in your own guilt and-and your warped sense of familial responsibility to see what’s really happening. You’re letting him control you."

Derek’s hands ball into fists at his sides, but he doesn’t respond. Fallon can see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he’s torn between protecting her and protecting himself.

"What does he want?" Fallon demands, her voice softer now, but still firm. "What could he possibly want that’s worth all of this?"

Derek hesitates, but he knows he has to tell her. "He wants you to get closer to the Argents.”

Fallon’s stomach drops, “I am close to them,” she argues.

“Not in the way he wants you to be,” Derek’s voice is now strained. “He wants you to infiltrate them. Get to know their weaknesses. All of their weaknesses.” He watches as her face falls, knowing she’ll have to go after Allison. “He thinks you’re special. That you have a way of manipulating people.”

Fallon’s mind races. Peter has seen or at least heard the amount of times she’s lied or done something to cover up for Scott and Stiles. He wants her to worm her way into a family of hunters that want to kill her best friend. She doesn’t understand how she could successfully do such a thing, but if she doesn’t, she could be in serious danger.

“And if I refuse?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Derek meets her gaze, his eyes hard, “I think you already have the answer to that question,” he says. “And you and I both know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Fallon feels a cold dread settle over her. This is even worse than anything she could’ve conjured up in her mind. Peter is playing a twisted game of chess, and she’s now his prized pawn.

“You can’t let him do this,” the brunette practically begs, her voice shaking. “You can’t let him turn me.”

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Derek reassures, moving closer to her. “But you have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” Fallon laughs bitterly. “You’re the one helping him. You’re the one allowing him to make our lives a living hell. How can I trust you?”

Derek’s eyes flash with anger once again, but he forces himself to remain composed. “Because I’m trying to protect you. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

Fallon shakes her head, feeling more lost and confused than ever. She wants to believe him, but everything about this feels wrong. She really tries not to be scared of the supernatural, of everything going on, but this is too much. In her mind, she doesn’t know who to trust anymore, and the fear is starting to eat her alive.

“I can’t do this,” Fallon breathes out, running a hand through her wet locks. “I can’t be apart of whatever twisted plan Peter has.”

Derek’s expression softens, and for a moment, Fallon thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes– regret maybe? But it disappears as quickly as it showed up, replaced by the stoic mask he always seems to be wearing.

“You don’t have a choice,” he tells her quietly. “If you don’t help him, he’ll come after you, and I won’t be able to stop him.”

Fallon’s heart pounds in her chest. She’s trapped, caught between Peter and Derek, with no way out. The walls feel like they are closing in on her, and she struggles to breathe, to think, to perform any basic function.

“I hate you,” she whispers, trying to keep the tears in her eyes at bay. She hates crying, feeling weak. “I hate you for doing this to me.”

Derek flinches as if she had struck him, but he quickly composes himself, his expression hardening again. "I’m sorry," he says, his voice rough. "But I’m not going to let you get hurt. Even if you hate me for it."

Fallon turns away from him, the dam behind her eyes only moments away from breaking. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face whatever was coming, not with Derek and Peter pulling the strings. But she doesn’t have a choice.

She feels Derek’s hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs it off, refusing to let him see how scared she is. She has to be strong, even if it feels like the world is crashing down around her.

"You should go," she dismisses, her voice rigid and quiet. "I need to think."

Derek hesitates for a moment, but ultimately nods, stepping back towardS the window. "Just… be careful," he warns, his voice softer now. "Don’t do anything reckless."

Fallon doesn’t respond. She can’t even bring herself to look at him as he slips out of the window, disappearing into the night. She stands there for a long time after he leaves, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to do next.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t shake the feeling of dread that settles in her chest. She is in far too deep, and there is no way out.

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fontaine x bimbo!reader

“you know why i’m here.”

“you ‘member what i told you don’t you.” he asked. “yes isaac. i remember.” i rolled my eyes, popping my gum. i held my hand out expectantly. he looked at me confused. “you know what i want, niggah.” i rolled my neck, flicking my fingers. “you want me to do dis’ you gots to pay me.” i told him singing the last part.

he scoffed. i smirked when he dug in his pocket. he pulled out two rolls of money. he gave me a stone faced look. he hesitantly placed the money in my hand aggressively.

i pursed my lips putting the money in my purse. “thank you, honey.” i said in a stereotypical country accent. “get it done.” he told me. “ouu i like being demanded.” i grinned, tilting my head down slightly. i kissed his cheek and carefully sped walked out of his safe house.

i was put on a mission to get close to fontaine. a niggah isaac had beef with. so he hit me up, said he wanted me to work my magic. i told him i’d do it but only for a price.

i peeked around the corner of a building that happened to be on the corner of an intersection. i saw his headlights down the road heading toward the traffic light. the glow piercing through the fog. i ran out putting on a facade. like i was running from someone in fear. breathing heavily and glancing behind me. when i got the center of the cross walk, screeching tires pierced my ears.

his car jerked when it came to a full stop. heels clicking and scuffling as i ran to his passenger window. “please. help me. there someone after me.” he glanced in the direction i came. “ion see nobody.” he eyes were slightly widened, still shocked from almost hitting me. he breathed trying to calm the adrenaline that ran through his body. “please. you can drop me off. just please don’t leave me here.” i frantically pressed my request. he thought about it. his jaw tightened. he grit his teeth, his gold gleaming under the street light. i could tell he didn’t want to but he unlocked the door.

“get in, damn.” he shook his head as i quickly got in. he gripped the wheel and sped off when the light turned green.

the vehicle was silent except for the faint sound of the radio and his loud engine roaring. he stole glances at me as i fidgeted. “t-thank you.” i said shyly. he shot me a side ways glance. i watched as he was fixing to speak but he hesitated. “where can i drop you at?” he asked with his eyebrow raised. i could tell he was putting on a facade just as i was. just in a different sense.

“the royal.” i replied. “coo. it’s on my way anyway.” i nodded with an awkward smile.

i was still fidgeting with my hands. to be honest, i was actually nervous. for real. cause i knew what would possibly take place and it freaked me out a little. was money really worth being apart of something such as getting someone killed? a human being. could i really go through with this? in that case, i may as well be just doing it myself.

“aye.” he called. my eyes shot to his. “i asked you was you aight.” he said. “y-yea.” i replied with a fake smile. “what you all fidgety fo’?” he asked. “habit.” i said not wanting to continue the conversation. he slowed down, leaning on the door.

“yo, bidi!” he called from his window. “heyy, fontaine.” bidi said speed walking to the car. she leaned on the window. “oh, heyy, girl!” bidi said when she saw me. “hey, bidi.” i smiled back at her. “where slick charles at?” he asked her, never ceasing to scan his surroundings. “he must owe you some money.” she chewed her gum. “dat toot you snortin’, ain’t free.” he replied. “maybe i seent him. maybe i ain’t.” she said. “i just wanna check in wit’ him. make sure he good, you know?” he reasoned.

“right. i’m just tryna get a couple dollars, so i can get back in college.” she told him. i shook my head. she was just running her game, as we all do.

he paid her and she told him he was at the royal.

“i could’ve told you where he was.” i spoke. “well my bad fa not just assuming you was a hoe.” his deep raspy voice said sarcastically. i scoffed and shook my head. i pulled out my hand held mirror and lipstick. i applied my lipstick making sure it looked good and clean. i heard him scoff. i looked over to see him shaking his head. “what?” i asked looking at him. he had his elbow resting on the door and his fist was covering up smile. “you one of dem uptight prissy chicks.” he said. “is it wrong to care ‘bout my appearance?” i crossed my arms, rolling my neck.

“nah, ain’t no pro’lem, ma.” he smirked. his smile was pretty. it was also contagious. i shook my head.

my smile fell when we slowly pulled into the royal. i rushed out and walked to the door. fontaine beat on it. when i went in, i went into the bathroom. i contemplated my decisions as they argued, and when he left everything was quiet for a while. i jumped and gasped when i heard gunshots. i came out of the bathroom and slick was standing at the open door examining what went down.

i saw fontaine’s car smoking with blood splattered on the drivers side. i waited a while before i decided to leave and go to my apartment. strangely his car was no longer in the parking lot. it made me uneasy.

i had stayed in my apartment for the day. i was binging my show with a tub of ice cream.

there was sudden banging on my door. it made me jump. it was late, who could be at my door. i tiptoed to the door. “who is it?” i asked softly.

“open up this muhfuckin do’!” i heard a familiar deep raspy voice yell. “fontaine?!” i was so confused. i took a deep breath as i began to panic. “maine, open the do’ ‘fore i bust dis shit open!” he shouted once more.

i frantically unlocked the door not getting the chance to open it completely before he slammed it open. the door hit my wall so hard, it made a hole. he bum rushed through my door and slammed it shut. “you know why i’m here.” his deep voice struck fear in my heart. i slowly backed away as he stalked toward me breathing heavily like a mad man. almost growling.

i was contemplating making a run for my bedroom. i had a gun in my nightstand. we stared each other down. my frantic huffs drowned out by the deep breathes that escaped his heaving chest. i made a run for it but i could feel him right on my heels.

i almost had the door completely shut but he pushed his weight on it. i stumbled back and i was gonna run for the window that was until i felt his hand grab hold of my hair. I yelped as he yanked my head back. i heard a click and cold metal was pressed against the side of my head. “okay. okay, please.” i whimpered. “nah. dat ain’t gon’ work dis time, ma.” he told me.

“please. i’m so sorry.” i cried. he let go of my hair and grabbed my jaw.

“oh na you sorry?” he mocked, pressing the heavy metal into my head harder. “yes. yes, i am. please.” i begged. it was no doubt that he was gonna kill me i had to think fast. i did what i know how to do best. my back was pressed against his front. i pushed my ass back onto his dick. if it wasn’t hard before it is now.

“das what you tryna do?” he asked. “you think ima let you off da hook fa sum pussy?” he continued. “you tell me.” i said regaining confidence. i palmed him through his sweats. the pressure of the metal faltered.

he gripped my throat and pushed me against the wall next to my door. i bit my lip as a whimper escaped.

“open dat shit.” his deep voice demanded as he brought the gun closer to my mouth. i stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. he bit his lip and slid into my mouth, dragging it along my tongue. i looked up directly into his eyes as i wrapped my lips around the metal. he was much taller when i wasn’t wearing heels.

“you tried to get me killed. tell me why da fuck i shouldn’t put a bullet innat pretty ass mouf uh yours.” he said looking down at me with half lidded eyes. i pulled back with a pop.

“cause,” i smirked with bedroom eyes. “you could be filling it with sum else.” i rubbed his torso with one hand and slid the other into my pink silk shorts, he watched the path of my hand. i started rubbing circles on my clit. i whimpered when i came in contact with my pearl. he lowered his gun and lust filled his eyes. taking my lip between my teeth once more, eyebrows knitted, eyes pleading. i began pulling his hand down from my neck, between my breast, over my stomach, past the elastic in my silk.

i gasped, he ran his fingers through my folds. “shit.” i moaned softly, gripping his wrist. he stepped closer putting his other hand on the wall. “see how wet i am for you, taine..” i looked down at his mouth. “what you want me to do ‘bout dat?” he pulled his lip between those sexy ass grills. his low eyes trained on mine.

“you know what i want.” i whined. “nah, lemme here it.” he said. i grabbed his hoodie pulling his front to mine, our faces inches apart. he slid a finger inside of me. my mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “say dat shit.” he put his gun under my chin.

“i want you.. to fuck me.” i pulled at his waistband.

“das what you want?” he lowered his gun to his side. i nodded as he removed his hand from my shorts. “say ah.” he demanded in a low tone. i stick my tongue out once more. he slid his coated fingers into my mouth.

“suck.” he deeply whispered. i moaned as i sucked my juices off of his digits. he slowly pulled them out gazing at me.

he wasted no time picking me up with one arm around my waist. i wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. his metal thudded atop my dresser as he walked past it. he laid me down attaching his lips to my pulse. i moaned breathlessly in his ear. “take allat shit off if you’n want it to’e up.” he stood taking off his jacket. i pulled my silk top over my head. quickly removing my shorts, i watched him pull his hoodie over his head. his white tee lifted revealing his abs. i ran my hands over muscle ridden torso. lightly scratching with my acrylics. he bit his lip humming a moan.

he gripped my jaw and closed the distance between our lips. our kiss was heated. our tongues battled. our sounds of pleasure traveling within each other’s mouths.

breaking the kiss, i moved to sit on my knees. i tugged his sweats down freeing his erection. under his watchful gaze i stroke him slowly. his head tilted back when i kissed his tip, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. gliding my tongue across my top lip. i wrapped my lips around him taking him in my mouth. “fuck..” he moaned gripping my hair. he cupped my jaw with his free hand as he started fucking my throat. i moaned around him sending vibrations straight up his spine. “take allat shit..” he continued thrusting into my throat making me gag.

he used my throat in every way he wanted. bringing himself closer to the edge. chasing his climax.

“fuck.. i’m cummin’.” he groaned. my hand massaged his balls. his cock throbbed and twitched. his hips stuttered. he moaned loudly as the knot in his stomach unraveled and his hot cum filled my mouth.

“swallow dat shit. all uh it.” he gritted shakily. i swallowed all of his cum. i continued to suck and massage, overstimulating him. “fuck! ahh..” he gritted, squeezing my hair harder. i moaned at the sensation. i pulled back with a pop and looked into his eyes. i wiped my mouth and blushed. i laid down on my back, beckoning him with my finger.

he climbed on top of me and planted kisses on my neck. i grabbed hold of his dick and brought it to my entrance. he pushed into my sex causing our breath to hitch.

i wrapped my arms around him. he rested a firm hand next to my head. he pushed inch by inch filling me up. we moaned simultaneously when he bottomed out. he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in. he squeezed the sheets in a fist and built up his pace, stroking back and forth, in and out. “goddamn you tight, ma..” he grunted in my ear. “i know— uhn!” i whispered cockily. “you confident ain’t you?” he groaned breathlessly. “always.” i flipped us over, sinking down on his girth. i threw my head back, grinding on him. he placed his large hands on my waist, guiding my movements.

he thrusts up into me. i held his wrists feeling his length drag along my velvety walls. i leaned over planting my hands on his firm chest, bouncing on his cock, meeting his thrusts. “fuck..” he trailed his hand up between my breasts, gripping my throat. “yess..” i whimpered. feeling his hands all over me was blissful. euphoric even.

“you like dat shit don’t you, ma?” his steady pace quickened. “talk to me.. wit yo’ pretty ass.” he breathed heavily, almost growling, landing a smack on my ass. i gasped when he squeezed tighter. “mm.. yess taine, i love it.” i whined. “i know, ma. i know.” my nectar coated the base of his cock.

i gasped squeezing my eyes, pulsing around him. “right there!” i yelled laying my weight on top of him. “das da spot, ain’t it?” he grunted. “yes! don’t stop, taine! please.. don’t stop.” i whispered. he embraced my waist and pumped my spot never letting up. “oh my god.. taine!” the knot that formed in my stomach threatened to unravel. “i’m c-cummin’!” i moaned uncontrollably, holding onto him. “let dat shit out, ma.” he gritted. i could feel him twitching again. he was just as close as i was. “cum with me, please.” i begged in a high pitched tone. “i gotchu, pretty. i gotchu.” he groaned loudly. “please.. please p-ple—” i gasped as the knot snapped. my moan turned into a scream.

my orgasm ripped through me and gushed out like a river. he released a drawn out moan, holding me close. i shook feeling his cum shoot into me. “ouuu.. shit!” he sighed, tightening his jaw, shaking as he came down. i whined as our juices combined.

when i came down, he stretched out relaxing. “still wanna kill me?” i chuckled. he scoffed, shaking his head. “nah, ma. you try gettin’ me killed again, dis ain’t how it’s gon’ end.” he stated.

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