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starluvsx · 4 months ago

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𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯ִִ*ੈ༘⋆

Proofread: mostly Wc:6.3k WARNINGS:Cheating,swearing,smut,piv,oral(m!receiving),getting caught in the act,reader is insecure,SH,use of drugs multiple times,Chris being an asshole kinda(guy logic), just sadness, no happy ending;(

Reader ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

my hands shook as i read the text.it had been sent 30 minutes ago but for some reason every time I re-read it it felt like the first."chris cheated on you"was all it said.it was from his own brother,matthew, so i knew this wasn't some type of sick joke.matt actually always had my back.when guys would make fun of me or people would stare he would try and jump in to tell them to stop.we were never friends, far from that.he was just a nice guy.

tears welled up in my salted eye as I began to type out my response to this shocking information. "What?" was all my fingers could pry themselves to type out.such a simple question with an answer that will unravel the past 5 years of my life of my life.matt began typing again almost as soon as I hit send, this time taking a much longer time.my heart sunk even deeper, if that was even possible at this point, and my stomach twisted into knots that no medicine could undo.

After about 2 minutes his message bubble showed up.i felt nothing short of sick to my stomach as i read it.he had gone to a party and cheated on me with some random slut, and was bragging about it?my head felt as if it would fall off my body at any second.i couldn't believe what i was reading, i didn't want to believe it.

the detailed story made my entire body fill with so many emotions.i began to hyperventilate.breathes quickening by the second.i didn't know what to do.a story with so much detail had no choice but to be true.i didn't want to be in my own skin anymore.i shoved the sleeve of my hoodie up and began to scratch at the skin on my arm harshly.the stinging sensation sending strange tingles to my head.old scars on my wrists sensitive, tender, so breakable.

I soon felt the need to break away.i ripped the hoodie off my body in a weird flailing mess.gripping at chunks of my hair and ripping my headphones out of my now red ears.broken sobs lefty my mouth as I attempted to catch my breath.tears pouring out of me like a fountain.how could he do this to me.after everything he told me?and everything we've been through?

anger began to fill my blood.i started to shake my hands violently.needing to get rid of this tent up anger and sadness smoothie somehow.before i knew it my hand was in my wall.blood trickling down my fist once I removed it from the fresh hole.i then realized what I had to do.My feet hurriedly carried me to the front door.I grabbed my keys somewhere along my journey to the car.puting the key in the ignition and starting my car up.the drive there was a blur.i don't even think I should be driving like this.but who cares? I sure didn't

Chris ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Blood rushed to my face as i took another shot.i began to feel dizzy as this was my fourth one of the night and tilting my head back wasn’t the best for the state i was in.i let the alcohol burn through my throat like fire as i swallowed. I looked down at my phone unsteadily. I couldn’t help but notice a few missed calls from my girlfriend. I thought nothing of it. Y/n is always clingy anyways.

I mean seriously I go out for one night and she's up my ass. I put my phone on dnd so she cant bother me any longer.This was my night.i was going to have fun whatever way i want, without her.that sounds right.perfect actually.

I shot my head up from my phone as one of my good friends came up to me with a call of my name.it was Jack “hey man” i slurred out as i weakly dabbed up the blonde.he was sweaty and out of breath.I internally cringed as his clammy palm grabbed mine.trying my best to wipe my hand without him noticing.

“Yo, I got two men upstairs waiting if you tryna join?” He asked.i knew what he meant by two man.it definitely didn’t mean double date.i contemplated what I should do, not being able to stop harping back to the missed calls from my girlfriend.i knew it was wrong.i was drunk but not dumb.she loved me, i loved her at one point.this was fucked.everything about what i had been doing behind her back these past few months has been fucked.

I soon found my mouth moving faster than my brain. “Which one is mine?”

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It felt like I had just teleported here as I stared at chris' front door.I knocked on it with my good hand.A few seconds later I was met with a confused looking matt. "woah what happened to you?" he asked shocked

I ignored his question entirely.he’s a big boy and thinks he can piece together what happened to me. "your parents home?"I asked.knowing that what I was about to do wasnt something his parents should hear.

"uh no they're.out why are you here?"Matt asked confused and weirded out.i never truly noticed how handsome he was.it might just be my blurry vision though.

"Is Chris home or is he with that slut Stacy?"I snipped at the taller boy.

"nah he actually went out for a few hours, to another party or something." I felt defeated as the words left his mouth. my body didn't even have the strength to support the anger running through my veins as I could only imagine what he was doing at this party.

I needed to get high.That was all I knew how to do In times like this.times when the only things that consumed my thoughts were ones that made me feel as if I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. "You got weed?" I sputtered out as I fought back tears.

Matt was clearly taken aback at my suddenness but nonetheless answered "yea.. come in" he moved aside to let me in. I mumbled a small thanks as I walked past him into the house.

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I followed Jack upstairs as he began to describe the girl I would get.she was apparently blonde, short and had a fat ass, perfect. You could see how excited I was by simply looking down at my pants. Hopefully this girl will reciprocate.

Through all my excitement it wasn't hard to find guilt.it lingered in the back of my mind while doing these kinds of things. y/n was probably home, watching some stupid rom-com cuddled up in a blanket all cozy, sad and worried I'm not answering but doing her best to ignore it.that's just how she was.an over thinking anxiety mess that liked to hide it to make herself feel better.i would be lying if i said i didn't find that cute.

As Jack opened the door I was met with two girls waiting for us on the bed.i could spot the blonde immediately seeing as the other had dark coily hair, definitely jack's type. I eagerly made my way over to my girl who I hadn't even learned the name of. She was even more gorgeous then I had imagined.her hair was pin straight and her lips were plump, red.she had blue eyes and the hottest body.

I connected our lips before any words could be spoken.our lips moved perfectly as i undressed her.i paid no mind to what Jack and his girl were doing. All I care about is her. All I want is her. Her soft lips made my fingers tingle as I touched her bare skin.feeling like my fingers were on fire as they roughly brushed over every part of her.

She then flipped us over so she was on top of me. As I felt her clothed wetness with my fingers I couldn’t help but remember my girlfriend.she was probably at home right now, wondering where I am and what I’m doing and why I’m not answering, slowly getting more upset by the second.I brushed off the thought as the blonde on top of me took off her panties and began to position herself on top of my face.I was in perfect view of her pussy.everything a guy could dream of. Shaved, pink, tiny, perfect.

Something still felt so wrong.I had cheated on y/n plenty of times, why does now feel different? Before my thoughts could continue I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket.I know this is wrong.I need to leave.then without saying anything I got her off of me and left the room.Jack didn’t seem to say anything but she was throwing confused obscenities at me as I walked out.

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My giggles were uncontainable as me and Matt cracked jokes across from each other on our comfortable spot on the floor. The music in the background paired with the purple led lights added an ambience to the room that couldn't be replicated. as the laughs died down the reality of my entire relationship set into my heart. I had been lied to by the one person who saw me for me.the one person to ever treat me right, buy me flowers, take me shopping, buy me food, listen to me talk about random stuff, stay on the phone with me almost every night until I fell asleep, was gone. I don't want this change. it wasn't one I could handle in my heart that had already grown as heavy as tons.

without thinking as soon as the tears began to spring out of my eyes I hugged matt.it was a little awake since we were on the floor after but it didn't matter.we sat there for some time.just holding each other as I cried into his chest.he was just so comfortable to be around, I couldn’t help but melt into him.before I could catch my own body I found my lips on his.I don’t know how it happened but it did.it felt right yet wrong.perfect yet oh so messed up.

We kisses sloppily as we were still high as shit.I slowly climbed on top of Matt which made me break the kiss for a moment.I took the second to stare deep into his hooded eyes.every detail of his face sinking into my eyes.a cheeky smile was plastered on his face and it was in this moment that i realized, he was the one.

I hurriedly kissed him again and began to remove my top as he did the same for himself.toned body all in view.my world felt like it was spinning as I tired to unclasp my bra while giggling.our tongues messily fought through laughs and desire.I felt so light yet so grounded at the same time.as if our bodies were morphing together.

We wasted no time taking all of our clothes off, both of us now completely naked on top of each other on his bedroom floor.

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I barely shuffled past the crowd of drunken young adults as I made my way to the door and eventually my car.my eyes darken with anger at myself, hurting the only girl I've ever loved? who the fuck am I?I feel guilt wash over me as I realize how many time I had already done this. The number was truly lost on me as this normally happened when I was blackout drunk but it had to be around 10 now.

I put the keys in the ignition and started the car.my fists feel like they might explode if I didn't hit something now.i restrain myself hesitantly.scared that if I hit something I won't be able to stop. I quickly started driving.i shouldn't be driving in this condition. I'm drunk, tired, guilty and blinded with self directed rage.i couldn't stop my mind from wandering to her. no matter how much I tired to stop, how much I wanted to stop, I couldn't.everything led back to her.every color reminded me of a shirt she had.every song she had sang.every friend was one of hers.she owned every aspect of my mind.

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y/n was far from gorgeous in her own eyes.yes her friends often said she was beautiful and stunning but she never saw it. and even when she did think she looked cute even no man ever did, at least not one that wasn't family.no matter how much makeup she caked onto her face in the mornings, or how many skincare products burned through her childlike skin, she never had received a compliment from another guy.

because of this she never left the house without a full face of makeup on.if anyone dared to rush her through her 12 step makeup routine she would scream and cry till they left her alone.she couldn't be seen without it.she was also always putting herself in clothes that were meant to make her body "look good". Although it only worked occasionally she continued to wear them.short crop tops with her boobs hanging out the top and the tightest leggings known to man.Some would say she was a slut, others could tell she was just hurting.She wanted to be wanted.

this was her life style until she hit junior year of high school.she had gotten so tired of trying to be the most gorgeous girl by mens standards that she simply stopped.she threw away all her makeup and burned her slutty outfits to the ground.replacing them with large baggy jeans, hoodies and random tee shirt.she would barely style her hair anymore and only at special times wore mascara.she was the polar opposite of who she used to be.she didn't even know the girl she was before.

along with this major change in looks came a major change in mind.she now envied her friends even more.seeing them have guys hit on them and ask them out constantly made her livid.sometimes when she would go out with some her friends people would stop and stare.as if she was some sort of museum exhibit "complete ugly loser hanging out with pretty girls" and she was on display like a taxidermied shark.nobody really wondering who she is or what she does to look the way she does, just how the hell did she get here.

this jealousy soon turned into self isolation.she kept herself away from her friends.she was silent whenever she had to be around them in class.no longer being interested in drama or who asked out who that week.music playing in her ears with or without headphones.she no longer participated in conversations.only sitting there and half listening.she had become a shell of the girl she once was.and for some reason she enjoyed it.noboyd noticed her.she could dig a blade as deep into her skin as she wanted to and nobody would give a fuck.her tainted blood could drip down and stain the shirt she wore to school the next day and nobody would say anything.they wouldnt notice

Her friends didn't notice her silence.only thinking it was some strange phase she was going through because well, they were teenagers, things like this would happen.over time the loneliness became too much for her causing her to attempt to migrate back to her previous friend group.fortunately they accepted her back with open arms.

then, one fateful day in a boring science class.the teacher announced that they were switching their seats to lab tables now that they were halfway through the year girls who had sat together all year were understandably sad but nobody’s emotions compared to y/n's.she hadn't felt this nervous in a long time.and it felt disgusting.

her leg bounced up and down seeing as there were only 2 more lab tables left and her name, along with 7 others, hadn't been called. all her friends were already separated so she really had no chance. "ok lab table 5 is gonna be... anita, chris, y/n and Issac." the teacher announced.

her stomach dropped at the names.not one but two boys at her table.this was a nightmare for her .whenever she sat with boys in the past they were sure to make fun of her till she wanted to crawl into whatever shirt she was wearing and never come out.she grabbed her stuff and situated herself in the small chair. Chris across from her, Antia next to him and Issac next to y/n. she kept her head down, not wanting to even look any of these people in the eye.

"Alright so I know you guys have been sitting with completely different people the whole year so take the rest of the period to talk with the people you're with and get to know them." Ms.Kratsteen stated. Anita and Issac sparked up a conversation immediately. They most likely were friends before this.

Chris looked around awkwardly before breaking the silence between the two. "So y/n, you're pretty different from last year." he said, causing y/n to look up slowly. the look on her face almost saying 'wtf'. "not like in a bad way, you still look pretty cool." he backtracked.

"thanks?you look...well the same,"the flushed girl said.making herself let out a soft laugh.he laughed lightly along with her.

Once the laughter died down Chris spoke again"yeah, its harder to change your style as a guy then you would think" he chuckled at his own words.large hands moving to rub his chin momentarily.She couldn’t help but giggle at his words as well.not that it was all that funny but just simply because the way his thin pink lips maneuvered into a sly smile was one that made her all giddy.like butterflies were bubbling inside her stomach as she stared at him intently.this strange, unfamiliar feeling, felt nice.for the first time in a while,she felt nice.

“Hey, how about you come over to mine after school?you can give me some fashion tips” he said half jokingly, not fully expecting her to say yes.but to his surprise she agreed.it was hard to ignore how she blushed deeply, he could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest, or possibly that was his own beat he was listening to.

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The mood of the room was calm.Chris and y/n took turns passing the pen to each other as they sat in the seemingly silent room.the soft sound of a random The Cure song played in their ears.the noise drifting in and over their heads while the room filled with smoke.

Y/n look over to her left on the bed at Chris, red hooded eyes drifting over to his relaxed body.no words came from her mouth although she wanted them to.her mouth was agape, words just at the brim of being uttered.but for reasons out of her control they stayed locked behind her teeth.refusing to spill over which only filled her head which curiosity as to what they could be.

Chris noticed her gaze after a moment.lowly lidded eyes locking with hers.his words came out fast.not stopping themselves at the brim like hers had. “I didn’t know you smoked…” he practically mumbled.

It took her a moment to gather what to say.she never really did, not often at least.due to this the amount of weed she was intaking at the moment made her all the more out of it then normal. “I…I don’t really…only when I’m sad…” she answered at the same volume of Chris’ voice.

The distance between them felt as if it was growing larger as she stared at him from the head of her bed.back lazily rested on a large pillow as he does the same on the other side of the bed.her hand practically moves in slow motion as she reaches to grab her soda from the nightstand.her body was slothily moving as she unscrewed the top and took a sip.letting the sugary drink sit in her mouth before swallowing.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye Chris was closer to her.like he had teleported closer. “C’mere…” he said quietly under his breath.Yet somehow the words flowed right into her ears making them ring.

She set down her drink again and crawled over to him on the bed slowly.plopping her body down next to his after not very long seeing as they were very far apart anymore.without saying anything Chris took another hit of the pen.confusion etched on her face as she watched him.

Before she could form a coherent thought two of his slender fingers were on her chin.hypnotically pulling her closer making her lips part mindlessly.their open lips collided messily.hot smoke blowing into her mouth making her throat burn.she blew the smoke back out after holding it in her mouth again.

She stared at him somehow blankly.blinking as she tried to process what had happened, yet also slowly forgetting it completely. He stared back at her.not an ounce of nervousness available to him as he gazed into her sinking eyes.

“Again…” she uttered weakly.not exactly knowing where the words or let alone the thought came from to begin with.he chuckled lowly before doing as she said.pulling her close and placing his lips on hers again.their tongues slowly fought for dominance, messy spit pooling together as their eyes closed, all the while deepening the needy kiss.

They were friends, nothing more.honestly it had never been a realistic thought to be anything more.but right now she felt like she had been with him for years.like she had seen every part of him.as if she knew every story he had to tell. She felt like she loved him.

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Chris and y/n laid in bed somberly.they weren't necessarily going to sleep but it was definitely calm.y/n was slightly tapped into a random movie on his tv while he sat on his side scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

It was a nice summer night.the room they were in was extremely stuffy causing y/n to not wear a hoodie like she normally does at night.leaving her scars out In the open.she didn't mind that chris could see her scars as she knew he wouldn't mention them.sometimes she questioned if he even noticed them.she had never caught him stealing glances at them or looking at them with fascination like she had with others.and I mean yea chris could be a bit of a space cadet at times but he wasn't completely braindead.

yet the question lingered in her mind.was that the only reason he had stayed with her so long. cause he didn't think she had gone that far?if he found out, would he be disgusted? as these thoughts raced through her mind a mile a minute she found herself simultaneously pulling the blanket over her wrists.

chris, unlike she had thought, noticed this.he noticed everything about her.he noticed how her face wrinkles like a cat everytime she about to sneeze.and how she ties her shoes into butterfly's cause it's cuter.or how she knows where everyone one of her stuffed animals came from.and unfortunately for y/n, he noticed this small action.it was one so small, so miniscule, that anyone else could have and would have missed it.but not him.not when it came down to her.

he knew what she was covering.it hurt him to know why she was pulling the blanket over herself and why her face suddenly seemed to have changed ever so slightly.he sat up lazily to be at her level. "baby..." he mumbled.the words felt strange as they ringed in her ears.it was the first time he had ever called her any type of pet name as he stated many times he hated names like that.

she turned her head to him attentively. "what's up?" she tired to act nonchalant even though she was internally fucking dying at the name he had called her in his low, stuffy, tired voice.her eyes scanned over his face for the millionth time.never being able to get fully used to the beauty he held.he could say the same about her with ease, yet he never would, not unprovoked at least.

The next words weren’t what she had expected.she thought he would want to change the movie or that he wants to go to sleep. He sputtered for a moment, trying to find the right words before speaking up. “They don’t bother me, you're beautiful to me no matter what” was all he said.no more, no less, it was perfect.just like every other word he had ever had the privilege of saying to her.

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her resting was peaceful as she lay in her boyfriends arms.it was the morning of her birthday but it was still fairly early for her,8:00 to be exact.soft breaths came in and out of her nose sequentially as her resting eyelids stayed shut.the tranquility she felt was unmatched as she slept.

chris on the other had wasn't as much of a peaceful sleeper.he was practically snoring in her ear as his head rested messily in the crook of her neck that had stayed open through the night, unmoving, subconsciously scared to wake chris up.his legs were sprawled out as the only thing in order were his arms around her.despite the disheveled state he was in he was calm, something which was rare for him.

this moment. one so delicate that it should be treated as porcelain, was dropped from a 1,000 foot tall building as his brothers came barging into the room with a large camera and smiling faces. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' they shouted in unison, causing y/n to shoot up from her sleep startled, leaving a confused and sleepy chris to roll over onto his back, rubbing his eye as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

once her eyes adjusted to the sight in front of her she grumble a quick "what..." as she had totally forgotten it was he birthday.she didn't even bother to fix her messed up hair or the chaoticness of her outfit as she was right on camera.a small part of her knew this would be on YouTube later that night but was far too tired to do anything about it.

"Happy birthday!" Nick shouted again from behind the camera.now reminding y/n what day it was.she yawned before looking over to chris next to her.he was sleepily grinning ear to ear as he was happy his brothers were celebrating her as well.

Before she could think Nick was grabbing her by the hand and pulling her into the kitchen, passing the camera to Matt somewhere along the way as he led her up the stairs to the island in the middle of the kitchen.chris was groggily following behind.

her eyes lit up as she saw the cake they had bought for her.it was custom made to have pictures of her and her friends on the top and all sorts of things that she liked on the sides such as her favorite artists, books and movie.the cake was y/f/c and large and heart shaped.it was perfectly adorned with a white frosting edge and must've cost at least $200.

she picked her head up, tears in her eyes as she looked at her three favorite people surrounding her. Matt smiled cheekily from behind the camera before speaking up. "Do you like it?" he asked even though the answer was obvious.

"i...I love it..." she practically whispered before noticing chris walking off back to his room.she didn't question it as maybe he wanted to fix his hair or put on a shirt on for the camera.while they waited for chris to come back she hugged the two brothers who watched her gleaming face with pride.before she could notice nick pulled a bag from behind the island

He held the pink bag out to her. "here" he said with a grin on his face.she took the bag and set it on the table and took out the tissue paper.her smile lit up even more if it was even possible as she picked up the gift.it was a small collage book.she only grew happier as she flipped through the pages.they were filled with nothing but amazing memories from her entire life.it was impossible to not cringe and laugh as she found middle school photos. showing them to the camera as they all laughed.

It was strange how Chris hadn't come back yet but she assumed he was doing something important down there.matt set the camera down on its stand as he grabbed his gift from his side.setting the black and white bag on the table in front of her. she smiled at him before opening the bag and pulling out the penguin stuffed animal he had gotten her.it was tiny and super soft an the perfect thing for her desk.she took a look at the tag and saw that the plushie had a name tag.slipping over the name tag she saw the penguin had the same name as her.

she looked up with a warm smile. "thanks matt" she hugged him sweetly before nothing chris coming up the stairs again.his arms were held behind his back as he walked up to her.once he stood in front of her he pulled out a sleek black and gold box from behind him.her eyes trailed over the box anxiously as she could tell from just the box that whatever it was was expensive.

She shakily took the box from his hand and opened it to find a silver ring.it was simple and had small diamonds on the sides of it.she put her hand over her mouth in disbelief as she looked at the ring. "I'm not proposing or nothin’...just a promise ring" chris said as he watched her stare at the ring in awe.without saying anything she set it down and hugged him passionately.

"Thank you baby..." she whispered into his neck.although he hated corny pet names he didn't protest.only hugging her back with a smile on his face.simply happy he could make her this happy.

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His dick sprung lit of his pants as i pulled down his boxers.everything moving so lustfully slow yet hungrily fast at once.the world was spinning around us and I was so here for it.i wasted no time working my mouths way down to his cock.i didn’t hesitate to deep throat him.his length not fully registering in my head until they had connected.gagging almost immediately. He was bigger than Chris that was for sure.

I bobbed my head up and down quicker each time I came up.air was secondary to his pleasure.his hands somehow found their way to my head and began to touch me down further on his cock. Beautiful moans and whines escaped his pink lips. I looked up at him through my lashes to the best of my abilities and he looked gorgeous.hooded eyes looking as desperate as ever.i loved it.i wanted to soak up all of his being.

His beauty made me work faster.i felt my pussy ache for some sort of attention but I couldn’t bother.i was so locked on his face that my own pleasure was trivial.without warning Matt let out an estranged moan as he came down my throat.not even giving me an option to spit.

Before I could think for myself Matt sat up and grabbed me, bringing us to his bed in order to be more comfortable. Without words he liked his cock up with my soft entrance and pushed into me.a loud moan eliciting from my throat as he did so.he large man began to move fast and hard.having no mercy against me and my sensitive body.

My moans were utterly uncontrollable.only getting louder by the second.thank God nobody else was home. “You love this cock.don’t you slut?” He spat. The temporary pleasure was overwhelming to say the least.I felt so euphoric yet so dazed at once. my body couldn't seem to choose whether to moan out my pleasure or let it all rush to my brain which was already beginning to become fuzzy. "answer me." he sternly commanded.

I felt my body get hotter by the second as I tried answering him. "yes..I love it..so much.."I sputtered out. my eyes rolled back as he continued to drill into me relentlessly.my eyes that refused to open fully rolled into the back of my head as he kept the same fast rough pace, tattooed arms holding my hips in place in a way so brutal that I feared he would crush them.

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time felt as if it had skipped as I was suddenly home in the blink of an eye.lost in my thoughts of her, only her.i huffed as I opened the front door.stumbling into my house cause the alcohol was very much still in my system.my struggling emotions were sobering me up somewhat but that didn't help my sluggish movement.

once I had hobbled over to the island that lay in the center of the kitchen I put my head in my hands.leaning over the counter with pure exhaustion.i let out a deep sigh.i had fucked up, bad.i cheated on the only girl i've ever truly loved, the only girl to ever truly love me back.what the hell was i thinking?

Slowly i pick my body up.walking over to the fridge to grab some sort of drink.for the first time in my life i wouldn't mind drinking water if it meant getting the foul taste of the blonde from earlier out of my mouth.luckily for me there was some lemonade left which i quickly grabbed a can on and sung my head back to drink.desperate for some sort of way to wash this feeling off myself.

I set the metal can down on the counter with a clink. letting out a breath i hadn't known i was holding in.my gray hoodie which was lined with fur on the inside suddenly felt suffocating.like as if i couldn't breathe with it on.but i didn't remove it as it was the closest thing to comfort i had right now.my eye rake over to the front door where i see matts keyes sitting on the holder.

Without a second thought I turned my body and head to Matt's room.not fully noticing the loud music.he would know what to do, how to handle this.even if he didn't i really just needed my older brother right now.

My hands were steady as they gripped the doorknob.opening his creaky white door slowly due to me still being absolutely wasted.i kept my head down.afraid to look him in the eye while i explained what i had done out of shame.

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my body felt like it was going to go into overdrive as he kept his riotous pace the whole time, not slowing down to give me a moment to breathe once. "hey matt I really fucked up and-" chris started as he opened the door, looking for comfort from his brother for something.matt who was still high as ever didn't even notice this

I hear the creak of the door and immediately attempt to freeze. “Shit…Matt stop— oh fuck…mph.” I babble in attempt to get him to stop.i weakly prop myself up on my elbows to see who it was.through the bliss of getting fucked dumb I could see it was Chris standing in the doorway.despite what I was aware him doing I felt awful he had to see this.I continue to try and pry matt out of me. “Matt stop…Chris’ here.” I slur as the weight of the situation slowly sobers me up.

I watch as Matt pulls out of me hesitantly and turns to look at Chris. I'm the doorway.I knew it was the weed making him act so nonchalant.if we were sober he would’ve jumped out of his skin at the slightest sound of the door creaking. “Oh shittt” he muttered as he lay next to me, propped up on his elbows.I hadn't even noticed he crashed down next to me

“What the fuck…”Chris uttered under his alcohol infused breath.the gleam of the purple lights mixed with the effects of the weed were making it hard me to make out the details of what exactly was in-front of me but I swear I could see his eyes well with tears.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘴𝘹™

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sneakersnacks · 1 year ago

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Come Back Safe to Me

Authors Note: Hi everyone this is August, Ayo Part 2! Once I learn how to just put this link in part 1 I will definitely do so, please enjoy <3

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sneakersnacks/729117150526291968/come-back-safe-to-me?source=share

Its in the early morning when I finished this, so I apologize if there are any errors. I really hope you enjoy this. There will be more to come <3 have a wonderful night everyone

*Ghost POV*

"Lieutenant Crow has been shot! Get us out of here now!" Sargent Alea calls over the radio, just as Ghost walks into the room. Price and Soap were on a call with Laswell when they got the comm.

"What did she just say?" Ghost says his voice dark.

Soap turns around in his chair, Laswell is heard over the telephone talking to Alea, "Alea evac is on the way. what happened to Crow?" Soap could see the slight panic in Ghosts eyes, he got up out of his chair and walked over to him putting a hand on his shoulder, Ghost quickly brushed him off and moved to the monitor.

"Laswell I know for a fact they have body cams on, give us a view of em'." Ghost commands.

Laswell looks at him through the screen, he could tell she was already watching it all unfold, her face was pale. "Lieutenant Riley I dont think that is a good idea." she says in response.

"Ghost, I'm sure she is fine, she always handles things. Calm down a bit." Price says to him.

Ghost in return slams his fists on the table, "Either you put up the video feed on right now or I'll do it myself." he states. every word oozing from him like venom.

Laswell does a couple of things on her end and the live feed from Alea's body cam comes up onto the monitor. She is currently running to the heli behind Pol and Gate. Ghost sees them practically dragging Crow on the heli. 'Why isn't she moving?' the panic seeps through his thoughts. Alea finally enters and turns towards Pol who is lowering Crow onto the floor. Alea walks up to Crow already performing standard medical attention.

"Crow has two GSW's one on the left lower abdomen and left shoulder, both are clean all the way through." They hear come from Alea.

You see her cut Crows shirt so she can have better access to everything and dress the wounds as much as she can. The shirt that was discarded looked like she got dunked into a lake, completely wet and darker in color because of the blood. From the camera you see Crow look up at Alea, she pulls on her arm and says something. It isn't being picked up from the mic and it kills Ghost that he cant hear your voice. He wants to climb through the screen and hold you. He knew you shouldn't have gone on this mission by yourself, he had that gut feeling about it and he couldn't have done anything to prevent from you going. Ghost sees you take a deep breath and close your eyes, he couldn't tell if youre just passed out or if that was it.

Laswell starts to panic now, Ghost can sense then tension from Price and Soap, feeling both of their eyes on him waiting to see what he is going to or how he is going to react.

"Alea! Give me a report on Crow now!" Laswell shouts. It takes a minute for her to respond.

"Shes stable, she lost a lot of blood, I am doing the best I can to keep her here with us." she responds and everyone visibly relaxes, except Ghost. Ghost slams his palm against the table knocking over coffee cups and other various items and storms out of the room.

Ghost stood by the heli pad for about three hours, just waiting for them to come back to base, he was pacing back and fourth his thoughts racing. Soap approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Ghost knew what he was doing and he allowed him to do it.

"She will be alright." Soap said softly.

"I told Price not to let her lead this mission on her own. I had that feeling in my gut Johnny and I just let her go on her own." Ghost said, guilt racked his voice.

"Simon this isn't your fault, no one would have been able to know that this was going to way to went. You heard Alea, shes stable, she will be okay." Soap gave him a reassuring smile.

A few more minutes went by and Ghost could hear the heli approaching, he called for a med team to standby. The heli touched the ground and Ghost didn't waste a second and started to board the aircraft. Alea was still by Crow, he dipped down and picked up Crow very delicately. Your skin was very pale and the bandages that Alea wrapped around you were already starting to bleed through. The medic team followed him ad he placed her down on the stretcher. She still wasn't moving and he took a step back letting the medics do what they needed to do. They wheeled her off into one of the close by buildings.

'She promised she would be alright.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crow POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hurt all over and it was way too bright, the last thing you remembered was being in the helicopter with Alea, telling her your last words pretty much. You groan out in pain and slowly open your eyes, the sound of a heart monitor reached your ears.

'Crow beats death once again' you think to yourself. You open your eyes and look around, you are back at base. You've seen the inside of this med bay a little bit more than you would've liked. You looked around to the door and saw a figure with its back turn to the window, they were talking to one of the doctors. It looked like the doctor was doing most of the talking and the figure gave a slight head nod occasionally.

You sat yourself up, the doctor looks past the person and sees you getting up, they push past them and open the door. "Lieutenant Crow please stay in bed, you aren't healed enough yet." the doctor tries to gently push you back down but you wave your hand in protest.

"I have been laying down for quite enough time." you groan as you force your body to move.

"Crow lay back down." Your head snaps up and you see Ghost standing there. He moves the doctor out of the way and touches your shoulder and leans you back onto the pillow. You dont fight it.

"Right, well, Lieutenant Crow you should consider yourself lucky. You lost a lot of blood, we lost you for a bit there but you have always been a fighter and wont go down without a good tussle with death. You should recover well, give it a few weeks though. No over exerting yourself, just bed rest." the doctor states, looking down at his clipboard when he is giving you all of this information.

"When can I be in my own bed Doc?" You ask, already tired of being in this type of environment.

"If your vitals stay stable and things stay consistent you can leave by tonight." he answers, he gives a polite nod as a goodbye and leaves the room.

It hits you now that Ghost and you are by yourselves, hes standing next to your bed a few feet away from you. You look up at him and you want to say something but nothing comes out.

"You promised me you would come back fine." he voice was gruff.

"I am here fine," you say "I am here alive"

"You fucking died on me for a few minutes Crow! That is not fine!" He starts to raise his voice, hes almost shaking now. You dont respond right away, not knowing what to say.

"Id rather it be me than it be one of my teammates, I took that bullet for Pol because I wouldn't let one of my men die on my watch. Out of everyone here, you should know what my mindset was when that was happening. You would've done the same." Your tone was a little bit more harsh than you wanted but it got the point across to him. You could see it in his eyes that he was in his own turmoil right now. He knows he would've done the same thing, he was only mad because it was you. He cant lose you.

He moved closer to you and kneeled on the floor so he could look you in the eyes, his elbows leaning on the bed, "Crow, the amount of fear I felt when I saw you on the body cam feed, I have never felt that before, I have lost so many people close to me and you are the only person that made me feel true fear." he confesses.

Your hand comes up to his covered cheek, the ache of wanting to touch his skin was great but you knew that his mask was his comfort. We all wear our masks, we all have our reasons. He leaned into your hand, he took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent. The warmth that radiated through him enveloped your hand almost sending the heat through your arm.

"I'm sorry." You finally say. He shakes his head at you.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I am still learning to control my temper around you. I should be the one apologizing." he retorts back but it makes you chuckle. You have seen this man be a ruthless killer but here he is apologizing to you. "I got approval from Price already so you cant say no, when the doctor lets you leave tonight you and I will be traveling to my home. I'm not going to let you out of my sight again." he explains. Your eyes grow wide.

"I have no say in this?" You ask.

"No Love, you dont." He says as he stand up. His gloved hand touches your cheek. "Ill be back in a bit to come get you, if they dont let you out, I'm stealing you away regardless." this makes you chuckle, you shoo him away.

You lean back onto your pillow, closing your eyes. The more you thought about staying with Ghost the more your heart fluttered.

The minutes ticked by as you lay there, contemplating the turn of events. Ghost's presence, his unexpected visit, had brought a sense of comfort that began to mend the fractures of fear within you. You knew his protective nature stemmed from genuine concern, a sentiment you had seldom seen him display so openly.

As you closed your eyes, the image of Ghost kneeling beside your bed lingered in your mind. His gloved hand, so gentle despite its lethal capabilities, had left an indelible impression on your cheek. It was as if his touch carried the weight of unspoken words and emotions, words that didn't need to be voiced, feelings that transcended the boundaries of language.

You couldn't deny the warmth that had enveloped you when he mentioned taking you to his home. It was a gesture of intimacy, a silent declaration of his commitment to ensuring your well-being. In the chaotic world you both navigated, where danger lurked around every corner, this offer felt like a lifeline, a chance to find solace in each other's presence.

Your mind drifted, replaying the events that had led you to this moment. The mission, the gunshot, the darkness that had threatened to claim you. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life, of how swiftly everything could change. But it was also a testament to the bonds forged in the crucible of conflict, the unspoken understanding between soldiers like you and Ghost.

A few hours have passed and the doctors finally gave you the okay to leave. The sound of footsteps approaching your bedside roused you from your reverie. You opened your eyes to find Ghost standing there, his mask concealing his emotions once more. But in his eyes, you saw a glimmer of something deeper, something that told you he was grappling with his own vulnerability.

"Price wants us to stop by his office before we head out." He explains. The doctor is making him push you in a wheelchair out of the med bay, its not like you could protest going anywhere anyways. You made it to the entrance of the building and Ghost helped you stand up straight, a part of you wanted to wave your hand at him indicating you could get up on your own, but alas, you let him help you anyways.

You were met with Soap, Gaz, and Alea all with big smiles on their face. "Lass look at ya!" Soap says, well practically shouts. He comes up and gives you a hug.

"Soap." Ghost piped up with a stern voice.

"Shes fine L.t, ya gotta give it to her. Shes a fighter." He huffs back, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go. Alea came up next and gave you a tight hug.

"Good to see you up and about. Pol and Gate couldn't be here, they are off on duty." She explains. You give her a small nod in understanding. You all converse and Ghost directs everyone that you two were on your way to prices office. Soap and Gaz give you a goodbye and Alea gives you a small nod following behind them.

We made it to Price, cigar smoke already filling his office even though he opened the window. "Crow, its good to see you awake. Imp sure Ghost already gave you the rundown of everything?" he speaks up.

"Yes sir, he did." You reply back. He came around the desk and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Ya did good kiddo, its time for you to rest. Gave us a scare there." His mustache raised in a smile. He eventually pulled you into a hug and you could feel a deep sigh in relief. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm sorry sir, didn't mean to scare you." You apologize, giving him a light squeeze as you both let go. Price has always been that father figure you seemed to have needed.

"You rest up now, Ghost will take good care of you." He smiles down at you and gives Ghost a nod. Both of you take your leave. There was a small plane waiting for you two. You had a slight frown come upon your face, you hated flying. Ghost touched the lower part of your back.

"I know you hate flying but its the only way to get to Manchester." He tried to soothe you and guide you to the stairs, he could sense your hesitancy, "It'll be alright, I'm here for you." he whispers close to your ear and you both make your way onto the small tin can of a death trap.

You are nervous to see what these next three weeks will bring.

#simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #modern warfare

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years ago

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DRABBLE: Betrayal

Part ◾1 🖤 2 🖤 3 ◾

Pairing : Jimin x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, yandere(soft) not very obvious in this one

The music thrummed through the walls of the club.

You stood outside the bathroom waiting for one of your friends. Your other friends were either already seated or enjoying the themelves on the dance floor. It was your friends birthday and she had invited you to the party. They also planned to surprise ther other friend with a custom cake and gifts because they missed her birthday.

They didn't get one for mine. your brain cruelly supplies.

Instead Jimin came knocking at your door exactly twelve 'o' clock, with a boquet and a cake and balloons. If it were any other day you wouldn't let him inside your house. You would ask him where he got your address even if you knew finding things about you was just a piece of cake for him.

"Are you ok?" your friend Momo asks as she takes a look at your face.

"I am fine." you reply politely.

Lights kept flashing. Blue, Red, Green ; brightening the cave like atmosphere of the place. You take a seat. The menu is passed round so everyone can select what they want to order. After placing the order. Everyone decides to go to the roof for pictures. The roof is airy. The weather is cloudy but you put on your brightest smile... so that nobody notices. The waiter calls you as the food is served. You try eating but you can only pick on your meal. Which you really shouldn't considering you'd technically paid for it. The gifts and cake were pricey afterall.

The meal ends and the waiter brings the surprise cake. Sulli smiles brightlyy plesantly surprised and you cant help but envy her. Your friend Sora nudges you and you take out the hand made scrapbook you'd pulled an all nighter on.. even though it was supposed to be a group project. You wonder why you invest so much when you get barely anything in return.

"I'm sorry something came up."you tell your hosts."I had a lot of fun see you later."

"Should I drop you?" Sora asks since she was your ride.

"I'll manage." You reply

Staying any longer felt unbearable.You sit on the stairs at the entrance of the club. Removing your high heels from your aching feet, you didnt know what possessed you to wear them.

Drops fell one by one, then all at once.

You clench your fist. Your nails pressing painfully on your palms.

You take out your phone to check the time and book a cab. You are ready to throw your phone when it reads unavailable.

You wonder if the buses will work.

You make a run to the nearest bus stop. You sit at the bus stop drenched. Even more uncomfortable than before.

You tug your jacket closer feeling uncomfortable at the men staring at you unashamed. Their smoking makes you nauseous for some reason.

You look to check the time again.

Your phone rings and you almost drop it.

"Hello." You say answering the call.

"Hi angel. I didn't think you'd answer my call."

"Mmh... what do you want?" Your voice is but a whimper for some reason.

"Can't I say I miss you?"

"You're my boss Jimin."

"So if I wasn't would you give me a chance." He questions.

"I dont know." There is silence on the line. "Actually I was just thinking about you... I uh.."

"I'm listening angel you have all my attention."

"It's Nothing." You say before you sneeze.

"Hmm I couldn't hear you doll are you outside?"

"Yes ... it was a birthday.. one of my friends had invited us."

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

"No its fine. I dont even know why I'm talking to my boss on the weekend."

"Come on I'll drop you. You're alone right.. Its dangerous for such a beautiful girl to be out. Send me your location now I'll be there."

You couldn't help but feel flattered. That Jimin would drop whatever he was doing for you at a moments notice. It was insane. The stark contrast of people in your life. On one hand were your friends and then there was Jimin.

You sighed. You were too tired to think. And cold. Anything seemed better than the pathetic state you were in.

As his sleek car rolls up you realise how much of a mess you were. You were surely dripping and probably ruined your makeup and hair.

The cars honk makes you get up.

The window rolls down revealing Jimin.

"I'm wet. I'll dirty it." You tell him.

"It's fine come in." He says urging you inside.

You sit and put the seat belt on when he hands you a towel.

"How?" You question without realising.

"I was shopping for home essentials for my guest room."

"Oh."You say grateful to the universe.

Jimin turns on the heater.

You open the mirror on the passenger seat to find luckily you don't look too bad.

The car ride is silent. Gentle music playing in the background so it's not awkward and before you realise it you fell asleep.

Jimin gently rouses you.

"Y/n. Angel. We're here."

You sneeze in response and are rewarded with Jimins sonorous laughter.

"Where are we?" You ask confused.

"Outside my apartment. It was closer. If you stay damp any longer you'll catch a cold. And we can't have that can we?"

Before you can answer he's dragging you along.

The building is luxurious to say the least. It looks straight out of a magazine. He leads you to the lift and up you go. The glass lift gives the night view and you can't help but admire it.

The lift opens into a hallway. Jimin unlocks his door with the press of a thumb.

The apartment is like the rest of the building sparkling and shiny.

Jimin pulls out some home slippers for you.

"Why don't you take a shower? I have some clothes that might fit."

You nod the bathroom is so clean that you're afraid to dirty it but you notice a yellow chick towel and it's a bit out of place but it makes you feel comfortable.

The jet spray is so good along with the perfect temperature of water that you never want to get out, but you're feet are aching.

So you get out and dry your hair and wear the soft cotton pajama set Jimin gave you.

As you near the drawing room you can hear sounds in the kitchen.

"Jimin.." you call.

"Here." He replies. His hair is wet too. He looks soft like a boba ball.

"Take a seat. It's almost ready. I thought it would be nice to have a snack."

You take a look around his house and soft a round sofa bed with fluffy pillows and you decide you want to try it.

You sit on it and wrap the sofa rug around yourself and stare outside. The view is spectacular with the glass walls. You wonder if you'd be able to have something like this if you want to.

Jimin brings two glasses of mojito and a plate of fried rice and dumplings to share.

"Dig in."

"Thank you for the meal." You say before eating a dumpling and it's perfect.

"You're a good cook."

You take a sip of the mojito and the fresh mint leaves make it refreshing.

"Do you want to watch something?" Jimin asks.

You shrug busy with your meal and he feels the urge to shuffle your hair.

He puts on a movie he's sure you like.

"Have you seen this?" You ask.

"Yes, it's one my favourites." He replies.

And maybe it's something about the night, that all your doors are open rather than closed.

What's one more betrayal after all.

Taglist : @mintsugarmy , @exfolitae

#bts x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x you #bts fluff #bts au #park jimin x reader #yandere kpop #yandere bts #yandere jimin #yandere x reader

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undressmewithyoureyes · 7 months ago

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Run For Me - SEVEN

What the fuck have I done? I chase after him – grabbing his hand to hold him back as his boot hits the first step. Without turning around, he snatches his hand back and proceeds to the second floor. Each step of his slow and calculated.

I run past him and turn around to face him halfway up, “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t do this.” His eyes glare into mine with one meaning behind them. Kill. “Look, I’ll put their bodies up like you asked. Just please,” I take a deep breath, “Please leave Callie alone.”

His eyes move from my left and right eyes. He waits a few seconds to respond. The silence killing me, “Move.”

Fuck.

I shake my head, “No. I cant let you do this.”

He snorts. The fucker actually snorts like this is some joke and without hesitation, he grabs my arms places them over his shoulder and lifts me up. His shoulder resting against my stomach.

“Put me down!” I scream as my fists collide with his back. He does nothing but keep walking up the stairs. Not even a grunt or anything. I keep pounding on his back and then a sharp sting to my ass causes me to stiffen.

“Shut the fuck up Chloe,” he says harshly.

I don’t listen because when do I ever listen…fully?

I continue to beat against his hard back, even as he gets to the second floor of this house. I’m going to die anyway, so what’s the point in kissing ass or sucking dick? He goes right – headed towards Callies room. I lift my head to watch the door to my room slowly get further and further away.

“Please! Don’t do this!” I yell as he stops just a few feet from Callies room. He roughly removes me from over his shoulder – gripping my arms as I land harshly on the wooden floor to keep me from falling.

“All you had to do was what I asked. Now, her blood will be on your hands.” Its not a threat. Its not fucking around to get me to do what he needs me to do. It’s a goddamn promise.

“I-I’ll do it, okay? I-I-I promise. Whatever you want me to do from now on, I’ll do it,” I cant stop the damn stuttering. “I-I’ll be your good girl like you want me to be.” I drop my head down as the last sentence goes past my lips.

His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back – a loud gasp coming out of me. He takes a step closer, towering over me, “Open. The fucking. Door.”

My lips tremble, but the tears don’t come. His eyes divert from mine to my trembling lips and I watch as his pupils dilate. He lets go of my hair and I slowly turn around to face Callies door. I reach out with a shaking hand to the doorknob and slowly turn.

The doorknob creaks as my hand turns – telling anyone who’s around just how long this place has been here. When I can’t turn the knob anymore, I slowly pull it towards me. I keep my eyes pointed down – too afraid of what I’m going to see.

Once the door is fully open, he grabs my hair again and forces me to look up. I swallow hard as I see Callie tied to her bed by her wrists and ankles. I try to shake my head, but his death grip in my hair would cause strands to fall out.

“Walk,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Chloe.” Callies voice barely above a whisper. I sniffle back a tear. I refuse to cry in this situation. A part of me puts the blame on myself, but another part of me says that’s fucking stupid since we came here for a vacation. Not a murder mystery.

“Callie,” I say back in the same octave. I try to take a step forward, but the masked man holds me in place. He steps closer to me, so his body is once again flush with mine.

“Are you going to listen?” he asks darkly.

I nod my head.

He pulls my hair harder back to him and a breathy moan leaves my lips. I hear a discreet growl radiate through him as he brings his covered mouth next to my ear, “I said are you going to listen?”

“Yes sir.” It comes out just enough for only him and I to hear.

“Louder.”

I swallow hard and take in a shaky breath, “Yes sir.” This time loud enough for everyone, including River and Jordan to hear…if they were alive.

My eyes find Callies, and she is looking at me scared and confused. Something hard and cold touching my hand causes me to flinch. I try to look down, but he still holds me in place. “Take care of it.” He releases my hair and steps away from me.

I look down and gasp. The knife he used on me last night that brought me so much pleasure, he wants me to cause so much pain. My chest tightens at the impossible task he is wanting from me. My breathing becomes heavier as my hands shake.

“Chloe.” I look up at Callie – tears streaming down her face, “Don’t do this, Chloe.”

I don’t want to do this.

I stand there – feet glued to the floor, “You have sixty seconds.” His voice causing me to jump, and I almost drop the knife.

I take a step forward – my whole body shaking. With each slow step, Callie frantically pulls against her restraints. “Chloe, stop,” she sobs. Her words coming out broken.

“Thirty,” his voice reminding me of the time frame.

I stop just beside the bed – his words replaying over in my mind.

‘Now, her blood will be on your hands.’

He meant literally.

“Twenty.”

Twenty seconds to kill my roommate. My best friend. The one who has known me since elementary school. The one who has held me while I cried. The mother of the group…killed by…me.

I raise the knife and Callies eyes widen. I bring the knife down against the rope holding her wrist – freeing that hand. I wait for a second, just to see what he does. Nothing. He stands there – eyes intently on me.

“Ten”

I quickly cut the rope by her leg on my side and put one knee on the bed to lean over and cut the other ropes. He didn’t give me instructions to kill her, he told me to take care of it. Once the ropes are cut, Callie quickly gets up and throws her legs over the side of the bed I’m on.

She goes to stand and grabs me in a hug – sobbing as her shoulders shake. She takes in a deep breath to speak, but words don’t come out. I grab her shoulders and lean my head back to look at her face. Her eyes are wide, and she looks as if she’s frozen.

A river of red slowly makes it way down the front of her face. I scream and let her go – her body falling face forward with an axe sticking out of her skull. I shake my head not understanding how I didn’t hear it hit her.

I guess being that worked up on making sure she was okay, fucked up my other senses. I quickly back up. The blood on my hands from earlier dried and flaking off as I bring them to cover my mouth. My back hits the wall with a thud and my eyes quickly divert to him. He’s staring at me with pure anger.

I didn’t listen.

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” he says as he makes his way over to me slowly. I have nowhere to go. If I was to run, he would grab me before I could even make it out of the room. The door to the bathroom is on the other side of the room, so I would have to cross over the bed and again, it would be a failed attempt.

My breathing picks as he gets closer to me. As soon as I blink, he’s standing directly before me. His hand grabs the knife in my hand and snatches it away. “This was your fault.”

And just like the bi-polar person I am, the rage builds back up.

“My fault! You fucking told me to take care of it!” I scream. “That could mean anything! You didn’t give specific instructions to kill her!”

His hand wrapping around my throat ceases anymore words to come out of my mouth and my head to slam against the wall behind me. His eyes scan over my face quickly – as if he’s trying to find a flaw with what I just said. “Take it off,” he demands.

Take what off? I look at him confused.

With each second that passes, I can see the rage building within him too. Without asking, I slowly reach up to the top of his mask and pull – waiting to see if he stops me. He doesn’t. The mask comes off to show his devilishly handsome face and I hate that I even think that.

My eyes scan over his beautiful features and within the blink of an eye, his lips come crashing down on mine. I don’t open my mouth. I stay there frozen as his tongue plays with my lips – begging for me to open up for him.

My body fights the urge to give in. The fire deep in my belly becoming brighter by the second. He applies more pressure to my throat – making me open my mouth for air. He takes this opportunity to dive his tongue deep into my mouth. A low growl causing my body to become weak.

A soft moan escapes out of me, and I wish I could take it back. This isn’t the time or the place, but my body wants this man to do the most unimaginable things to me. He pulls me to him by the hand on my throat – our lips still in a fighting battle and he roughly throws me onto the bed.

Callies bed.

I try to get up, but he gets on top of me – his lips finding mine once again. He uses the knife in his hand to cut my shirt. The fabric ripping through the deafening silence. He tosses the torn fabric on the ground, right next to Callies body.

My eyes find her, and I immediately feel the bile in my throat rising. I go to hurl forward, but he shoves me back onto the bed by my throat. He uses his other hand to unzip his pants and free his hard cock – it resting perfectly against my soaked entrance.

“This is for not listening,” he says breathing hard.

He gets off me and flips me over onto my belly – straddling me again. His fingers come down and massage the wet lips of my pussy, coating his fingers. He brings them a little higher and I freeze.

“No no no no,” I say as my body starts to panic.

He brings the tip of the blade to my back and applies pressure while his other hand holds the back of my neck down. I suck in a deep breath at the pain. “You’re going to take it.” He pushes his thick cock inside my wet pussy – coating himself in how much he turns me on. Like an artist applying their favorite paint on a brush.

I moan as I try to arch my back from him filling me, but his hand and the knife hold me in place. He pulls out of me and places the tip of his cock at my ass. I go to shake my head, but its impossible. He thrusts forward just a bit – the tip causing my ass to stretch for him.

“No! Please!” I beg. I’ve never done anal before. I’ve watched it plenty of times in Porn, but never had to guts to do it.

He pauses but applies more pressure to the blade. I feel the warm liquid roll down my back and the side of my ribs. “I said you’re going to take it Chloe.” He thrusts his cock a little more forward. My asshole stretching to accommodate his size. “I want you to take every last inch of me.”

Those words shouldn’t cause butterflies to swarm in the lower part of my belly, but they do. A drop of something wet an warm around his cock on my ass causes me to freeze, “My spit with my cock stretching your ass will make any mans knees weak.” He thrusts in a bit more. “But you don’t belong to anyone else.” Another thrust.

My asshole being stretched, and his words is causing my body to be so confused. The painful pleasure making my wet pussy leak. “You only belong to me.” He’s about halfway in before fully shoving his thick cock all the way into my ass. I scream as he digs the knife deeper into my skin – sliding it down my back.

“That’s it baby. Scream out for me. Only me.” His voice raspy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

A small tear falls from my eyes. My body overwhelmed. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to do this. I want this man to use me. I want him to abuse me. “More,” I whisper out.

He pulls about halfway out of me before shoving back in. I need this. I need to be who I am. I need to be what everyone called me…a freak. “You like that?” he asks me as his grip on my neck tightens.

“Yes sir”

His pace becomes harsher. He drops the knife onto the floor as he fucks my ass hard. I moan out loud as his grunts match my cries of pleasure.

“I love your cock,” I say without thinking. It was supposed to just be a thought.

“Say it again.”

My eyes roll in the back of my head as I feel my orgasm approaching. “I love your cock. I love it deep inside me.”

He grunts, “Fuck.”

He stops for a brief second to spread my legs and lift my hips just a little, but never pulls out. He picks his pace back up as his arm reaches underneath me and pinches my wet swollen clit. I try to buck beneath him, but he holds me in place.

“I want you to cum hard for me.” His voice deep and breathy.

He pinches my clit again, sending waves of electricity through me. “Harder,” I beg. He pulls almost all the way out of my ass before forcefully thrusting all the way in. My pussy clenching down from arousal. He pulls almost all the way out again and thrusts harder this time.

“I-I’m about to cum.” I take in a deep breath and a second later, I scream. A sharp pain to my shoulder sends me soaring as I feel his teeth bite deep into my skin. His hand is rubbing my swollen clit in circles, and he grunts loudly as he cums deep inside my ass.

He collapses on top of me – both of us out of breath. “Such as good girl,” he pants as he brushes the hair out of my face. He slowly pulls out and gets off me to put his clothes back on.

“I have something for you,” he says.

I slowly sit up. My ass sore from the vigorous activity. I look at him without saying a word. “It’s on your bed in your room.” He extends a hand and I stand on trembling legs. I go to look down, but he cups under my chin and lifts my head up, “Eyes on me.”

My eyes stay on him as he bends down and grabs under my thighs and lifts up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts walking out of Callies room. I keep my eyes on him, but I can see her lying on the floor out of my peripheral.

He heads straight to my room and sets me down outside the door. I turn around and open the door. Laying on the bed is a mask. Not like the one he wears, but one that looks like it’s made of porcelain. The mask looks like a woman. A woman with black hair and pink blush – also for the eyes and blood red lips. It looks like a pin up girl.

I hold the mask in my hands and look at him. He’s already put his mask back on and staring at me. I look back down at the mask conflicted. I could escape all my problems, or I could join the fate of everyone else.

I slowly bring the mask to my face and tie the two ribbons together to hold it in place. When my eyes find his, he is looking at me with pure lust. He extends a hand out, and I take it. This is the path I chose. The girl who was always weird. The girl who was picked on for having dark taste. The freak.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #archive of our own #ao3 writer #the strangers #the strangers chapter 1 #run for me #ao3 author #ao3fic #fantasy #mask kink #the man in the mask

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alex110370000 · 2 years ago

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A real lesson pt. 2

@imyourbrokenfridge sorry for the wait I've been busy but here is part 2

He went into a cabnit in his class room and got out a spare outfit of his since yours was soiled with sweat and cum, it was a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. He helped you put them on and walked you to a less crowded exit.

Once you got to his apartment he sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside him, motioning for you to take a seat, "you know.. I've had my eye on you for a while, it's something about you. I have loved you for a while." you say there in shock of what he said, you collage teacher loves you? Well he is attractive and someone kind... "Oh" you replied so he didn't think you were ignoring him. To think about it u cant lie you do kinda like him yourself. "You know now that I am thinking about it I guess you could say... That I kinda love you too..." you mumble loud enough for him to hear you.

He pulls you into his lap and kisses you, happily you kiss him back, his hands traveled to your waist. He moves one hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Before you knew it it was a make our session, his tongue in your mouth as his other band rubs your hip ever so gently. You both pull away for air, you put your headin his back and wrap your arms around his neck. One if his hands goes to your back, while the other plays with your hair, all of a sudden you feel movement. He got up still holding you, he carries you to his room and lays you down on the bed. He lays beside you, he pulls your hair behind your ear, "so what do you think of dating and maybe you moving in?", you sat for a second thinking about it, "I wouldn't mind." he smiles at you and kisses your forehead softly. He pulls you to his body. You found purchase in resting your head on his chest, as he runs his fingers through your hair.

He puts a finger under your chin and pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue slips in your mouth as he explores everywhere in it, he breaks the kiss to move down to your neck and kisses over various areas looking for that special spot, once he found it your let out a whine indicating he found it. He bites down softly earning a whimper from you, he bites down harder as his hand traveled down to grope your chest, you let out a soft moan and run your fingers through his hair. He sits both of your up and takes off your shirt than his. After a few minutes your both left in underwear. He takes off your bra, as soon as it hits the ground he attacks your chest with kisses and licks, in some spots leaving marks. His hands come up to fondle them, pinching your buds, his mouth finding one of them, earning more louder moans from you.

He lets go and climbs on top of your, his hair framing his face as he does so, he pulled you in for another kiss as his hand made its way down your chest to your stomach and finally to that oh so sensitive area, his fingers glide across your folds, making you gasp, he broke the kiss and went down as his mouth ran across your thight slowly getting to your pussy. He licks up earning a loan from you, he starts to eat you out, his tongue plunging into you, you gripped his hair as you moaned loudly, he got faster and eventually added his fingers in, starting off with one making your gasp. He added a third and went at a brutal pace, "i-im comming.." you moaned softly as you came undone around his fingers and coating his mouth. He sat up and rubbed your thighs gently and comes up to kiss your forehead, he then sits at the edge of the bed and motions for you to get in front of him. You do as such, getting on your knees in front of him, he slowly pulls his dick out, "suck it for me baby, won't you?" you nodded as you leaned forward and licked up the shaft and licked the tip earning a grown from him. You put his length into your mouth, as your bobbed your head at a medium pace. He grabbed a fistful of your hair an pushed you down and moving your head himself but also being coutios to not hurt you. After a few minutes of this rythem you felt him twitch, he then came in your mouth, "don't swallow yet baby, and open for me." you opened your mouth as he gathered spit in his mouth then let it lul off his tongue and into your mouth, "now swallow for me darling." you did as he asked, "now get up here for me and bend over." you did as such. You then felt a harsh slap to your ass, earning a moan from you. He then put his length inside slowly, letting you adjust, after a couple minutes he started to move at a somewhat fast pace, slowly getting faster, but still not fast enough, "ki- kishibe, faster, please" you moaned out, he listened to your request and went faster earning more moans from you as he let out the ecational groans. He went at a inhumane pace after a few minutes. The only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of wet skin and moans. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter, as he kept going, you felt him twitch, after a couple minutes you came, coating his dick as he came after you.

He cleaned up and then came back and helped you get dressed in panties and his shirt, he then claimed in bed with you, "we should get to bed, it'd getting dark darling" he said, you nodded in agreement. He then got up and turned out the light and layed back down, pulling you to his chest and running his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head. After a few minutes of stayin like that you start to doze off eventually falling asleep in his arms.

Anyways I hope you liked it

#csm smut #kishibe smut #smut #kishibe x you #chain saw man

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regonold · 5 months ago

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This sounds like it could lead to mpreg however i much prefer a more eldrich version instead

Like jason whos finally gotten all the cult members and hunted some random billionaire funding in and he swears he picked up a shard of something as evidence but when he went to get it it was no longer there

So jason continues to go about his day and nights with something feeling off but he can't quite put his finger on it until one night as he was heading to one of his many safehouses to sleep he stumbled

He felt... something indescribable he flet something moving in his chest and it wasn't good nor bad it just... felt alien before it happened

In a flash a arm of blackness topped with a brilliant white hand tore through his chest or so he thought looking down his chest is fin it just has an arm out of it

At that thought the arm lurches forward bright whote claws effortlessly gouging the ground and it started to pull and jason felt it this feeling hes had since killing that first cult member moving

In a instant a second arm burst out clutching a nearby wall slowly pulling this THING out of him slowly almost carefully this being materialised out of his chest

He had to look away almost immediately once the hair poked out it flet like looking at concentrated starlight eventually whatever this thing was was fully out and it stood towering over jason skin pitch black like the emptyness of space dotted with pinpicks of light he some how knew were universes in their own right

This thing whatever it was stood tall looking up to the overcast and polluted gotham sky opened it's mouth

And it

SCREAMED

Jason realed back at the scream because he could feel it... it felt wrong it felt like the whirl of a machine the smell of ozone the feeling of volts cascading up is arm petanrating end killing him it felt of death of... of rebirth of balance of space

And in an instant for the first time since the sailors fist settled gotham the sky and pollution was cleared away showing above gotham the true beauty of the universe

The being looked smiled and wept at the sky at the stars at everything jason took a step back kicking a can in a instant the creature turned locking eyes to hemet and it smiled at him a cruel smiled of teath

Jason flinched back overwhelmed with this instinct of fear prey run hin worship

At his reaction the being blinked before it started to change it's towering form shrunk still taller but no longer drlwarfing jason it's arms and legs shrunk to a normal size

It's skin lightend as a hasmat suit stitched into existence around it a stylied D standing proudly on it's chest smiling at it's now more human appearance it approached jason

Backing up overwhelmed with everything unable to stop it it pressed a hand to Jason's chest causing a searing pain inside himself

"There" the thing spoke "a reward for my saviour" it spoke with a sort of echo sounding from everywhere "no longer shall you be burdened by the corruption plaguing your soul, i cant fully remove it but I have locked it away, with time it shall shrivel up and cause no more problems" the being stated smiling proudly "though i wouldn't go near whatever gave you that corruption in the first place it could loosen the binding making all that for naught" it joked before settling on a more serious face "know this jason todd-wayne" it intoned "you have freed me from those who trapped and shattered me, should you have need of me simply speak my name and i shall appear" it turned to leave

"WAIT" Jason shouted body still screaming to run "who are you" he asked voice hoarse the being smiled gently "i am phantom ancient of space" it stated before it shot straight up presumably to space

Blinking in shock behind his helmet jason sighed heavily before stating "i need a drink" looking up to the still oddly clear sky he just knew bruce was gonna pry for answers he didn't have

Danny Phantom was not used to fighting magic users. Ghosts, yes. But humans with powers? No.

So when a cult managed to successfully summon and bind him, he lacked the knowledge of how to stop them.

And they tore him apart.

His core was broken into pieces, each one then implanted into one of the most loyal cult members (or potentially sold off to another person to use…) to grant them a portion of Phantom’s many powers.

However, the cult didn’t entirely know what they were doing either. You see, it turns out that shattering Danny’s core in that manner didn’t truly end him. His soul still persisted, still refused to die even as it was trapped amongst the disparate shards. Though each individual piece lacked the strength of mind or power to affect their hosts, they would gradually forge themselves together anew should they ever be gathered back together.

And after Red Hood killed several of the cult’s members, that process began. Their shards, now freed, transferred to the vigilante, instinctively latching onto his proto-core. Though still not yet whole enough to form a truly conscious fragment of Danny, they are enough to start to nudge Hood in the right direction (bolstered in effectiveness by Jason’s connection to death)

Jason can feel it deep within his soul. There’s something more to this cult’s powers than just normal magic, and he has a growing need to find out what that is. To stop them. To burn them all down and dig their secrets from the ashes.

#DPXDC #ok so a guilty pleasure of mine is eldrich phantom #jason was in shock for this ok he had bearly any clue what was happening #and in a instant this thing crawled out of him screamed at the sky cleared gotham of it's pollution and clouds for at least a week #the sorted his pit madness and basically said i still owe you a favour call a gods name and I'll pop up byeeee #i quite like how this turned out

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oh-austin · 2 years ago

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This one sounded good

“You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.”

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prompt: “You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.” warnings: mentions of imposter syndrome and mental health struggles

You tried your best to stick it out for the entire day. You boss had begged you to come in, Mary started her maternity leave early and they had no one else to cover; so of course, you came in.

But you had felt so rubbish for the entire day, you just wanted to go home to Austin. He probably wasn’t even back from his studio session yet.

“You look so terrible,” Grace leant into your cubicle, “Like are you okay?”

You sighed before turning to look at her, “I just want to go home to be completely honest with you,”

“Why don’t you?” She walked into your office and placed her hands on your face, “You’re burning up! Go home, where is that pretty and famous fiancée of yours?”

“He’s off being pretty and famous,” You chuckled with an eye roll, “It’s fine, my shift is over soon anyway,”

“It does not you liar,” Grace exclaimed, “I’m calling Austin, give me your phone,”

“You cant,” You snatched your phone away from where it had been abandoned on your desk, “He’s recording in the studio today, he’s gotta work,”

“Then we’re taking our lunch early and I’m taking you to him,” Grace grabbed your keys, “I’ll drive and then tell Howard you’ve gone home sick”

You took a deep breath, feeling your stomach churn. “If I get fired it’s-“

“It’s my fault, yeah whatever,” Grace rolled her eyes and picked up your bag from the floor, “Come on,”

When you arrived at the studio, you had to convinced the receptionist that you actually were married to the talent, Grace came through when she pulled up your wedding photo. The receptionist was very apologetic afterwards.

“I’m evil!” When you came into the studio you saw Austin in the booth with Baz and his vocal coach, his fist raised in the air. He sounded heavenly.

“Again,” Baz instructed.

“I’m evil!” Austin sang once more, his rasp in voice intensifying. Grace hugged you goodbye and sat you down on a couch outside of the booth.

Baz kept talking to Austin about the song, and as Austin nodded taking in the information- his eyes caught yours. He looked surprised, but then worried.

“Could we take five for a second?” Austin asked, taking the headphones off from around his neck and coming out of the booth. “Baby, what’re you doing here?”

“Grace made me come,” You admitted. You felt bad for crashing his session, but you wouldn’t be much trouble- just sink into the couch and maybe nap for a bit.

“Are you okay?” Austin crouched down in front of you to meet your height, “You don’t look so good,”

“Yeah I’m just feeling a little sick,” You shrugged, “Do you care if i wait here until you’re done?”

“Of course baby,” He grabbed your hands in his, “Do you need anything? Have you taken anything yet?”

“No, I thought I had some ibuprofen in my bag, but I didn’t,” You sighed, “I’m okay, you go back in and I’ll wait until you’re finished,”

“You feel super hot,” Austin said when his hands moved to your face, “I’ll see if I have anything in the car, okay?”

“No Austin, I’m okay,” You nodded your head trying to convince you both, “Go back in there,”

“Well,” Austin took up with a sigh, “Can you at least lay down on the couch and try to sleep? You’ll feel better,” He told you.

“I’ll be fine, I-“

“Y/N,” He cut you off, “You don’t have to act so tough all the time. It’s okay to let other people care for you. So lay down and sleep,” He pointed to the couch, “Please,”

Your heart broke when you could see how worried he was. “Yeah,” You whispered, “Okay, I’m sorry,”

Austin laid you down and then gave you a kiss on the head before heading back into the booth to sing once more. When he put the headphones back over his ears, ready to sing again, he gave you a small wink from where you laid.

“I love you,” You whispered, waving back the best you could.

“I love you more,” He mouthed back.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler one shot #elvis 2022 #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff

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afro-hispwriter · 3 years ago

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Straight Away(Battinson)

The Batman 2022

summary- Bruce knows what he did but he just cant face you. But you already know.

warnings- angst, breaking up, cheating

taglist-@blue-aconite @cursedandromedablack @philiasoul @a-little-disguised @pop-rocks-and-skittles @xingqiusliegee @lana-isabelle @dopeqff

(sorry if i missed you please let me know or if you want to be added)

A/n- I HAVE YET TO WATCH THE BATMAN SO MY INFORMATION ISNT ACCURATE(yes its now on Hbo Max but today is my busy day so I'll watch it tomorrow lol)

Wc-1.1k

this fic goes great with the song ‘What You Did’ by Mahalia ft. Ella Mai- thank you @mysticalfairytales for the song recommendation:)

You had followed him. And following him may had been a mistake when you saw them share a kiss. In your head you prayed he'd push her away but he didn't. You slowly walked away from the scene as years blurred your vision and as bile rose up.

Bruce didn't know you had followed him. His plan was to just avoid you until he gets the courage to talk about it. But deep down he knew it would be a mistake.

When you got back to the manor you began packing a suitcase and a backpack and then waited for him. It was about 4am when he came trailing through. He opened the door and was met with you sitting on the bed with red puffy eyes.

"Y/n? You're supposed to be asleep." He says and looks down.

"I saw you kissing that woman." You say. "And you liked it, thats why you didn't push her away, probably why you were never going to tell me, thats why you looked so guilty the second you saw me. I know you Bruce Wayne." Bruce didn't say anything and and kept his eyes on the floor. "You can't even look at me."

"Can we talk about this after my shower?" He immediately says and speed walks to the bathroom door.

"Ya walk away, like you walk away from all of your problems." You say with your arms up in the air. Bruce slammed the door and leaned his arms against the counter. He looked up into the mirror before something caught his eye.

Where was your toothbrush?

Bruce opened the drawers and saw none of your products in in there. Then opened the shower door and only his stuff remained.

"Y/n!?" He called and burst out of the bathroom but you were gone. He opened the bed room door and looked down the long hallway to see you entering the elevator. "Y/n please stop." Bruce starts walking quickly but you settle in the elevator and look him.

"We're done!" You call and click the button for the elevator to close faster. Bruce stopped in his tracks and tightened his fists then his jaw.

"Fuck." He says and brings his hands up to his hair and tugs. He stomped back to the room and back tot he bathroom. He turned the shower on and sheds his clothes off. Bruce slid down the shower wall and let the water hit his back.

You were crying in front of Wayne Manor trying to hail a cab.

How long has he really known Selina?

Was he with you just for pity?

Does he even love you anymore?

All those questions ran through your head making more and more tears run down your face. You saw a cab pull up so you wiped your eyes. You placed your bags in the trunk and slide into the back seat.

"Where to miss?" Said the driver gruffly. He didn't seem trustworthy at all, buts it Gotham.

"Any motel closest to the subways." You say and he nods. The driver speeds off and you grip the side of the door.

Luckily you made it to the motel. You grabbed your stuff and paid the driver before they sped off again. You walked into the motel and asked for a room.

"We have a small bedroom but no-."

"I'll take it." You cut them off and hand them your card. They handed you back the card along with a room key. You found the room instantly and once you were inside, you checked your phone. You were not shocked by the amount of messages.

Can we please talk?

Im sorry

Come back its not safe

Okay I admit it I liked the kiss but I couldn't figure put how to tell you

At least tell me you're safe

I miss you y/n please come back

You rolled your eyes at the last message and blocked his number. You sat on the old bed and finally let yourself break down.

Bruce was freaking out. Pacing back and forth. He didn't want to track you but he just needed to know you're ok and not laying dead on the street. He walked down to the cave and checked your recent activity on the huge screen. Bruce sighed when he saw you were at a motel but something caught his eye.

You bought a train ticket out of Gotham.

"Shit." He mumbled and rubbed his face. Bruce closed out and flopped back into his chair. He's sure he fell asleep because when he woke up, the gloomy skies of Gotham was peeking through. A loud ringing appeared and Bruces eyes shot up.

Selina

Bruce was hesitant to answer, but what if somethings wrong? He answered and sighed.

"What?"

"Well ok Batsy you're in a mood, we need to meet I have some information and...we need to talk." She says and hangs up immediately. Bruce huffed and stood to make his way to grab his suit.

He saw Selina in the distance leaning against her bike. He pulled up by her and swung his legs off.

"What is it?" He asks her and she smiles.

"I know where your buddy the Riddler is." She says and holds up a flash drive. Bruce goes to grab it but she brings her hand back. "Im also leaving, so how about a goodbye kiss?"

Bruce immediately shook his head.

"No."

"Okay." She sighs but keeps a smile and hands hik the drive.

"Why are you leaving?"

"Gotham isn't safe for me anymore, never was, plus I have some things to do outside the city." Selina then walks closer to him and raises a hand to his face. "You should come with me, the bat and the cat sounds nice right?" Bruce moved his face away from her hand and turned around.

"Im not leaving, take care." He didn't mean to sound so cold but he didn't want to keep standing there with her anymore. Bruce swung his legs back over the bike and turned it on.

"Take care bats." He hears her say. He connected the drive to his bike and saw the location was just a few miles from him. He began his drive through the city but then stopped.

He turns right, he can end the Riddler.

He continues straight, he makes it right with you.

Bruce thought for a second and gripped the handlebars and started again.

The Riddler can wait.

Sorry this is so short;(

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne angst #robert pattinson x reader #battinson x reader

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin oneshot #genshin fanfic #genshin scaramouche #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #cynshealthysfw #genshin fluff

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cozy-mp3 · 2 years ago

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puppy love

vi x female!reader

sometimes vi needs someone else to call the shots, you're happy to oblige.

word count: 2.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, dom/sub, subby vi with reader who's the softest dom ever bc i cant be mean, established relationship, reader calls vi puppy and she wears a collar but this isn't what i'd consider 'real' pet play, she's not pretending to be a dog

a/n: hi! did anyone try the subby vi? i thought the subby vi was great. no good explanation for this other than my constant vi in a collar brainrot lol i had to get this out of my system

you’re surprised when vi holds out the collar to you. it’s been a while since she’s wanted you like that, since she’s needed your help to clear her head, since she’s wanted to give up her responsibilities and let someone else call all the shots. you give her an appraising look, she’s holding herself up so straight it looks uncomfortable and the corners of her lips are tugged down, you know if she looks so outwardly stressed whatever is going on in her head can only be worse.

it takes you a moment too long to accept her silent proposal and she begins to retract her hand, her face falling in a way that makes your heart clench up in your chest. you grab her gently before she can pull away completely and take the collar from her hand, brushing your thumb over the pulsepoint on her wrist before you let go of her.

“you sure you want this tonight?,” you ask as you begin to unbuckle the collar, vi’s eyes carefully following each of your movements. she takes a moment to think again before she answers, just like you’d taught her, you can’t help but smile at her thinking face, her brows pulled together in concentration. she nods after a few quiet seconds, her eyes flicking to your face before they return to your hands where the unbuckled collar is waiting, “words, vi,” you remind her gently, nuding her shin with your foot.

“yeah, please,” she says, her voice already sounds rough and she’d had to clear her throat before she could speak, “please,” she repeats, her eyes fixed on yours this time. she shifts her weight from one foot to the other and her hands clench into fists, her expression taking on a more desperate edge, you’re sure she would beg if you asked but she’s already wound up so tight and you don’t want her to break her when she’s already so fragile, so you take pity on her.

“alright, puppy, come kneel,” you tell her and it’s impossible not to smile at the way her shoulders slump immediately, like she’s a puppet whose strings have been cut. you spread your legs where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed so you can accommodate the width of her shoulders between them, one of your hands patting the space left behind. she kneels quickly, scooting forward so she’s close enough that you don’t need to lean over too far to put her collar on, it also puts her face in kissing range so you lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“good girl,” you whisper, bending a little further so you can kiss her warm cheek, she’s already blushing, the pink flush of it obvious beneath the light dusting of her freckles, “sit still,” you instruct as you place the collar around her neck, buckling it with careful, practiced motions so you don’t pinch her skin and so it isn’t too loose or too tight, “comfy?,” you ask once you’re done, slipping two fingers between the collar and her neck and tugging gently.

“perfect,” vi nods, scooting even closer so she’s bracketed by your thighs, her hands folded in her lap. you nod in return and remove your fingers from the collar, instead running your hand through her hair and scratching lightly at her scalp, you watch as she lets out a sigh like she’s relieved and relaxes more, her head falling forward until it’s pillowed against one of your thighs.

you don’t make her move immediately, continuing to card your fingers through her hair as she leans into you heavily. it’s so easy to allow her this, to pet her hair and run your fingers over the spot where the soft, worn leather of the collar rests against her skin, it makes you feel warm all over that she trusts you so much, that she’s willing to give you this part of herself that she’s so shy about most of the time.

“d’you wanna fuck me or do you just want cuddles?,” you ask as you push her hair away from her face, her eyes are closed and it must take a second for the question to register because she suddenly sits up straight and nods, “words, violet,” you remind her again, though you’re holding back a laugh at her response, her hopeful eyes and the way her lips have parted.

“wanna fuck you, please,” she breathes, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip, she reaches up to tug at the waistband of your pants, giving you a wounded look when you bat her hands away. you stand up carefully to avoid stepping on her, you can’t bring yourself to ask her to move away when she’s looking up at you so sweetly, her hands shoved between her thighs so she doesn’t reach up to you again.

you run your fingers through her hair once more and trail your fingertips over the sharp angle of her jaw before you pull your hands away from her so you can take your clothes off. she watches as you pull your shirt over your head, her eyes trailing over the curve of your chest and down your stomach to where your hands are working your pants over your hips. you’re careful not to kick her as you take them off completely, tossing them in the same direction as your shirt when you’ve removed them.

“you should get undressed too, pup,” you hum as you sit back down, she’s still looking at you though her eyes have settled on your breasts, you feel another smile tug at your lips and reach down to cup her cheek. her eyes return to your face quickly and she blushes even warmer, her skin heating up under your palm, “you want help?,” you ask, brushing your thumb over the tattoo beneath her eye.

she nods and you’re not entirely sure she knows what she’s agreeing to, but she moves with you easily as you lift her shirt up and help her arms out of the fabric. she stands up by herself to take off her pants, kicking them off with little care for where they land and gently pushing you backwards onto the bed when she’s left in her underwear. her legs straddle your hips, her hands resting either side of your head, her face is level with yours and she manages a bashful look when you raise your brows at her.

“behave,” you scold her, though there isn’t much venom in your tone, it’s hard to be at all upset with her when she’s like this, “i won’t let you fuck me i you’re not good,” you add, using one of your fingers to tap the end of her nose. she scrunches her face up at you and groans when you pinch her cheek, leaning down to press her face into your neck, she bites your shoulder gently in retaliation, her hands holding onto your hips when you squirm beneath her.

“wanna eat you out,” vi mumbles against your skin, kissing over the light indents her teeth left on your shoulder before she begins to suck a mark into your neck, her thumbs stroking over the band of your panties, “please,” she tacks on as an afterthought, detaching her mouth from your neck and looking down at your face.

you hesitate, unsure if you want to give in to her so easily when you’re supposed to be making the decisions here, but she’s giving you a wide eyed pleading look that’s hard to resist and you can feel yourself getting wet. so, you sigh and nod, reaching up to slip your fingers beneath her collar so you can use it to tug her down to kiss you as she pushes your panties down your thighs.

“hold on, puppy, lemme get comfy,” you say after you’ve pulled away from the kiss, your breath coming out a little short, vi’s lips are brushing against yours still so you lean up to give her another kiss before you gently push her away by her shoulders so you can roll out from under her. you crawl up the bed and sit back down when you’ve reached the head of it, tucking two pillows behind you so you can lean back comfortably.

vi follows you up the bed, your panties still clutched tight in one of her hands. she lays down on her front and settles between your legs, hesitantly resting one of her hands on your thigh and trailing her fingers over the sensitive skin when you don’t push her away. you brush your fingers through her hair again, gently tugging at the roots and smiling when she groans happily.

“you’re cute, you know that?,” you smile, reaching down to trail your fingertips over the scar in her eyebrow and over the slight bump of the bridge of her nose, down to her cupid's bow and lightly over her upper lip. she lets go of your thigh in favor of holding on to your wrist so she can suck your fingers into her mouth, letting out a deep lungful of air and closing her eyes when you use your thumb, middle and ring fingers to hold her jaw steady, your pointer finger pressing deeper into her mouth.

“‘m not cute,” she says around your finger, her words muffled and any threat from her frowning face dissipates when you use your fingers to squish her cheeks together until her lips pucker. she makes a disgruntled noise that you silence by pressing a second finger into her mouth, stroking them over her tongue.

“you’re the cutest,” you reply, giving her jaw a squeeze before you pull your fingers from her mouth, “no arguments, pup,” you hum when she opens her mouth to deny it again, you use your knuckles beneath her chin to gently push her mouth shut and smile when she huffs and frowns instead, “stop being a brat,” you admodish, gently tugging a lock of her hair.

“sorry,” vi mumbles as she turns her face into your thigh, she grazes her teeth against your skin and presses a kiss over the spot where your muscle tenses, “sorry, i’ll be good,” she repeats, tilting her head so she can look up at you. she smiles when you reach down again though it quickly falls when you reach between your legs instead of towards her, running your damp fingers over your slit.

“ok, puppy,” you sigh, leaning more heavily into the pillows behind you, “be good and watch,” you instruct, shifting your legs wider apart so you can touch yourself more comfortably. vi’s eyes widen in surprise and she gives you a betrayed look though she doesn’t try to protest her punishment, resting her cheek on your thigh and fixing her eyes on your cunt.

she watches as you brush over your clit and down to your entrance where you’re wettest, rubbing the pads of your fingers through your sensitive folds. you can feel as her blunt fingernails dig into your skin and her body squirms further up the bed, her nose brushing against your inner thigh and the warm whisps of her breath against your cunt make you squirm.

“can i touch?,” she asks as you press your fingers inside of yourself, she turns and presses another kiss to your thigh before she looks up at you pleadingly, her brows tugged together and her lip caught between her teeth. you moan as you curl your fingers inside of yourself, letting your thumb press against your clit as your free hand cups your breast through your bra.

“no, pup,” you gasp, your hips jerking towards your hand, “brats don’t get to touch,” you breathe after a moan. she whines brokenly between your thighs, gripping onto you impossibly tighter and pressing herself against the length of your leg.

“please,” she begs as she nudges her forehead against your forearm, trying to distract you from pleasuring yourself, “‘m sorry, baby, please can i touch?,” she asks, turning her gaze up to yours, her eyes big and wide and imploring, “i’ll be good, i’ll do whatever you want, angel, please just let me touch you,” she rambles as she presses kisses to your hip.

“no, puppy,” you repeat, whining as you arch into fingers again, the walls of your cunt clenching tight around your knuckles, “bad girls don’t get what they want,” you tell her, squirming in pleasure when you brush your thumb over your swollen clit in broad circles, your thighs close around her head briefly and she obediently doesn’t try to touch anymore than she already is.

you can feel her sigh in defeat, her body relaxing against the bed as she resigns herself to watching your drenched fingers fuck into your hole. she lets go of your thigh, brushing her thumb over the indented marks her nails left in your skin and resting her hands on your hips instead. after a few moments you let your thighs fall open again and pull your fingers out of your pussy, using them to rub fast and wet over your clit.

“i‘m gonna cum, puppy,” you pant, sitting up straight enough that you can look down at her face, the flush high on her cheeks and her pupils blown wide with lust as she watches your cunt throb, “are you watching?,” you ask her, using the hand that was cupping your breast to hold her at the back of her skull, forcing her face to remain centered between your thighs.

“’m watching, baby,” she tells you, nodding with an aborted motion that causes your hand to tug on her hair, “fuck, please,” she whines, her eyes darting up to meet yours before she returns to watching your fingers between your legs. it doesn’t take long for you to work yourself over the edge, your clit pulsing beneath your fingers as you cum and your pussy gushing enough to leave a wet spot beneath you.

vi shifts her hands and holds your thighs open as you tremble, her eyes dutifully watching as you stroke your fingers through your folds to ride out your orgasm. you remove your fingers from between your legs once you begin to squirm with oversensitivity, falling back against the pillows with a content sigh.

“come here, pup,” you call softly, using the hand you’d wound in vi’s hair to tug on her collar so she hastens her movements up the bed. she straddles your hips and bends down over your body, her breasts pressed against yours and her hands stroking over your shoulders lightly, “suck,” you order gently, holding your wet fingers up towards her face.

“you’re so mean,” she whines with a furrow in her brows like she’s pained by it, one of her hands brushing your messy hair away from your warm face. you laugh quietly and tug on her collar until she opens her mouth and obediently begins cleaning you off, her tongue running over the length of your fingers. you thrust them towards the back of her mouth but stop before she chokes, you figure you’ve been cruel enough already, not letting her make you cum.

vi continues to suck on your fingers even when you’re sure they’re clean, her eyes half lidded and roaming over your face, you allow her to have her fun until her spit starts running down over your wrist to an uncomfortable extent and your fingers have gone pruney. she frowns at you when you tug your fingers from her mouth but she’s quickly mollified when you use her collar to pull her close enough to kiss you, her body relaxing into yours with a happy sigh when your lips meet.

it’s wet and she slides her tongue into your mouth at the first opportunity she gets, though you don’t put up much of a fight, sated from your orgasm and happy to let her take control while you relax. you absentmindedly wipe your hand off on the bed sheets while you’re both distracted, they’ll need to be washed anyway if the feeling of the wet spot beneath you is anything to judge by.

“come here,” you mumble against her lips once she’s pulled away to breath, wrapping your arms around her midsection and running your hands up and down the bumps of her spine, “i’ll make you cum later, i promise,” you tell her, pulling away from her face just enough to meet her eyes so you can assess how she’s feeling. she looks content and a little tired, the planes of her face relaxed and the corners of her lips tugged up in a little smile that widens when you kiss her cheek.

“i’ll hold you to that,” vi hums sleepily as you reach around her neck to unbuckle the collar, she doesn’t usually like to keep it on for too long once you’re done playing, she complains about it digging in when she tries to lay on her back to sleep. your fingers fumble a little with the buckle due to your lack of sight but you manage to remove it without hurting her and gently run your hands over the soft, exposed skin of her neck. she shivers above you and you smile up at her blushing face, leaning up to brush your lips against the tattoo beneath her eye, her skin warm and soft beneath your touch.

“still cute,” you whisper, patting her ass when she only grumbles in retaliation and shifts so she can press her red face into the crook of your neck.

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xgryffinwhore · 4 years ago

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #bill denbrough x you #bill denbrough fanfic #IT movie #it fanfiction #it bill #jaeden martell #jaeden lieberher #jaeden wesley #jaeden x reader #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden martell smut #richie tozier #eddiekaspbrak #stanley uris

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obscure-imagines · 4 years ago

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*Horror genre/smut warning*

-He’d be very tentative to catch feelings for anyone because he’s a very depressed boi

-quiet guy is hard to get to know, especially after an apocalyptic event

-Even if you’re survivors together, he’s just kind of going to be floating around quietly, so if you want to get to know Hyunsu, you’re going to have to make an effort

-Hyunsu is drawn to beautiful things, things that inspire hope (music, kids, etc...) and he can enjoy pleasurable things for a time, but Hyunsu is always terrified that good things will be torn from his grasp, so he never wants to let himself love something too easily

-Boy has his found family, so being accepted by his loved ones would be really important.

-It would be the elder survivors like Han and Gilseob who notice the connection between you and Hyunsu first

-i’m talking hard core pining, long looks, Hyunsu’s eyes finding you any time you enter a room, but you’re both oblivious to each other

-It’s a tough situation because Hyunsu is still treated like a monster at times, and people are obviously scared of his dark side

-Hyunsu can’t even imagine getting close to you, for fear that he’ll hurt you

-his monster alter ego even toys with him by mentioning you sometimes, further increasing the poor boys anxiety

-He’d get growingly agitated any time you have to put yourself in danger, and always ends up going places with you just to make sure you’re protected

-it starts with him just kind of shadowing you when you head up to your apartment for something one day

-the building is pretty much safe, but when you catch Hyunsu out of the corner of your eye, you almost have a heart attack, which he apologizes profusely for

-he goes with you to your room and is kind of awkward at your door because you’re a pretty girl and he’s about to go into your apartment, even if it is a post apocalyptic world, boy has manners

-He’s also just very big and tall, so even though he kind of hunches over, he sticks out like a sore thumb in your apartment

-he’s so quiet, but once you find something you both mutually enjoy to talk about, he begins to loosen up

-he continues shadowing you, he’s pretty much your designated monster survival partner

-at dinners you start to eat together and everyone is low key hoping you both work out, but are also worried about what it could mean for you if Hyunsu turns full monster out of the blue one day

-He’s very hesitant to allow you to touch him, so you’d have to start small

-like maybe you offer to help him clean up some residual blood left on his skin after he’s healed from a fight

-Hyunsu all but holds his breath while you wipe his skin

-big uwu boy, heart eyes to the extreme

-he honestly just needs a good cuddle and one day, after a particularly rough event where you almost die, Hyunsu is too tired to be in full control of himself, so when you crawl into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his frame, Hyunsu allows himself to enjoy it

-the biggest soft boy is the small spoon sometimes cuz he really needs it

-he falls asleep in your arms and it’s the most peaceful sleep he’s had in maybe years

-when he wakes up, he rolls to cuddle against your chest, still half asleep and unaware of what he’s doing until he can hear the beat of your heart under his ear and realizes you’re not just a pleasantly warm pillow

-boy practically jumps out of the bed and needs to be pulled back into your embrace

-if you start massaging his scalp and holding him to your chest- he’s going to die, like, he’ll never be happier

-He craves your cuddles like nothing else in the whole world, and allows himself more and more to be happy when he’s with you, and to be with you often

-seeing him smile is so odd, people are shook

-the first day you grab his hand in front of people makes his heart melt

-the two of you are simply waiting for dinner, and you grab his hand, playing with his fingers casually

-you don’t even notice how impactful the gesture is

-after dinner, Hyunsu finds himself swept away by the key men of the group, Han thinks it’s all very cute, Gilseob agrees with Han but he’s worried like Eunhyeok that Hyunsu could be a danger to you. Sangwook is just there because they dragged him along

-Hyunsu is still worried he could hurt you and you notice him pulling away after his discussion with the guys, which leads to him fully communicating to you all his fears about being a monster and not being good enough for you

-squash all his anxieties with a kiss

-Hyunsu will melt against you, your lips are the best cure for his busy mind

-if you tug a little at his hair boy will be whipped forever

-once he opens up to you, he’ll tell you everything

-time spent cuddling and just talking

-tracing his scars and kissing them, telling him you’ll never leave him

-him being worried about becoming a monster but you’re so determined he won’t- and you won’t let him try to avoid you for your ‘own safety’ so he’s pretty much just stuck with loving you and accepting that you make him happy and he’s allowed to be happy

-helping him cut his hair and being shook by how much younger he looks

- “do you like it?” he wants to make sure you still like his new hair

-he’s so much more boyish- it honestly makes it worse when his hair is short because people have been straight up offering him up to really hard jobs because he ‘cant die’

-like, you’re going to be fiercely protective of this boy, just as he is of you

-yeah he’s the one that ‘cant die’ but if someone tries to be even slightly mean to him, you’re jumping in and throwing fists

-’oh? you guys think it’s a good idea to sacrifice him to the military/government for our survival? time to meet my fists’ you’ll jump in swinging i swear to god

-you would probably be down to fight Eunhyuck on the daily for how he treats Hyunsu like his watch dog/hound

-low key everyone is prepared to wake up and find you and Hyunsu just gone one day

-he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes, like, boy is so in love with you and anyone can see it

-he’s going to cherish any time with you

-nights are for cuddles and memorizing your face in the moonlight that comes through the windows

-will find you cute little gifts, like, if he knows you like certain books or stuff like that he’ll keep an eye out for things to amuse you when he’s looking for supplies

-being way too fucking cute. like. this is an apocalypse and this man is just out here being a full fucking simp for you im-

-be careful as he gets more in love with you though because if someone threatens you, his monster side will pop out

-you’re feeling fragile one day and someone says something rude about Hyunsu and ‘how much time he has left’ and when Hyunsu finds you crying, his eyes go black and his monster side demands you tell him who he has to go kill for you

-after that, you can be certain his monster side won’t ever hurt you, which makes Hyunsu feel a lot more relaxed

-boy finally lets you touch him for longer than like five minutes because he’s not scared of loosing himself when he’s with you anymore

-ok, let’s be real, ya’ll would find ways to fuck even during the apocalypse

-boy deserves it. he DESERVES IT I TELL YOU

-soft honey boy, starts so soft, so much kissing and foreplay

-you’d really have to initiate things going farther than just kissing, and he’d worship you if you undressed for him

-10/10 will tell you he loves you while buried completely inside of you

-lots of gripping and passion, breathless kisses, hand holding and finger squeezing

-let him burry his face in your neck

-the sweetest aftercare filled with cuddles, hugs, kisses, and sweet words of affirmation

-he’s super shy about petnames, but you pet your ass that this big soft boi is going to let ‘jagiya’ (honey/sweetheart) slip every once and again.

-super shy about pda around other people, but you purposefully like to show how much you love him to make everyone else think twice about being mean to him or prejudice because he’s ‘infected’, whatever that even means.

-stealing his massive clothes

-taking care of him in ways that count, like making sure his depression doesn’t get the better of him being able to complete basic tasks, like cleaning him after a fight and making sure he eats properly

-being Hyunsu’s proof that humans can live with monsters, because you’ll never let him go and you love him

-i mean, not even going to lie, 10/10 Hyunsu would make living in monster world worth it

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moregaythanyourealized · 3 years ago

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Hi! Not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll just leave this one here and hope you like it lol.

So basically (y/n) is the daughter of eddie brock, but falls in love with peter parker. so like there's a duo of venom and eddie parenting (y/n) who like maybe is seeming distant lately and rebellious but they're really just trying to figure out stuff on their own. I also thought it was cool if they had a symbiote of their own or also got bit by a spider so then peter's like nah ill help you but eddie's like nah ill help you and (y/n)s like conflicted about it all? Oh and a side plot I thought abt was they don't know about venom whole eating people thing at least at the moment lol. Sorry it's so specific, but I hope you like it as much as I do :)

Thank you for sending in a request! Sorry this took awhile. I got it right as I began working backstage for a production of Chicago and was working 12 hours a day! But here it is…I hope you enjoy!

Peter Parker x Reader

“Why can’t I go out tonight?” Your dad sighed and tries to explain again,

“It’s too late for a young girl to be out on her own. You can stay here with me and Venom, yeah?” Venom nodded and continued to eat popcorn out of your dads hand. He always did this, you could only leave the house for school or if he was with you. You’re a teenager! You need personal space,

“Fine, then I’m going to bed.” Stupid dad. Stupid rules, stupid parasite that lives with us. I mean is it that crazy to ask for a little free time? The door felt cool on your back as you stared at a crack on the ceiling. You switched off your lights and locked your door. Grabbing a sweatshirt and water bottle you slowly opened the window, wincing every time it’s old wood creaked and groaned. You’d be back in like 2 hours, dad will never know.

It was breezy summer night but thankfully not too cold. The air seemed crisp and you couldn’t help but take deep breaths as you walked down the street. School was only a few blocks away. Why would you go to a school in your free time? Let’s just say someone is waiting for you there. The one and only Peter Parker, crush/classmate/the amazing spider-man. You two only started talking after he noticed something was…up with you. Not like puberty though, Peter noticed the way your eyes would constantly dart around and scan things and how you seemed to never raise your hand in class anymore. He didn’t realize at first but every time he’d look at you was because his senses were telling him to. He came up to you after school one day and offered to tutor you. Just as he suspected, you had powers. You had powers and no idea how to use them.

The football field was deserted. The bright flood nights now dark. The only light was from the buildings down the block and the small blue screen light from under the bleachers. Trying to sneak up you ducked low and followed the sound of Peter scrolling through his feed. You were about six feet away, the darkness being your only cover. He stopped suddenly and so did you,

“Boo!” Peter screamed and shot a web straight at your face,

“Jesus! You scared me. Don’t do that again.” You said your apology, though it came out muffled. He grabbed your arm and drew you close to him so he could get the webbing off. Gingerly he pried it off and smiled once your face was in full view,

“So how was your week? Ned and I have been working on our short film for class but it’s not going great.” Leading him out onto the field you got yourself ready,

“Decent! My dads being a jerk though. I cant stay long.” Peter nodded and shot a web at you. Raising both your fists you created a barrier knocking it to the side. The barrier was like a force field. A small blue glowing shield that appeared when you really put your mind to it. Peter got to higher ground up on the lights and began slinging left over chairs at you. 3 you managed to block but the last one knocked you off your feet. The dirt was squishy from lasts nights rain. Rolling over and dodging another chair he jumped down,

“You must always be ready in the face of battle! Be quick on your feet! Like…a spider.” He smiled and helped you to your feet. Forgetting he was using the full extent of his strength you toppled forward into his arms. Quickly pulling yourself back the both of laughed before falling silent. His hand still clamped around yours.

“Um…can I kiss you?” your hand fixed the collar his sweater vest. Your mouth felt dry as you nodded and leaned in. You both closed your eyes and waited, you waited for a good three seconds before Peter realized he was the one that was supposed to be leaning in and close the gap. His lips were soft and you both were too afraid to touch each other but man, for your first time sneaking out this was going great. He cupped your face and he pulled back to look at you. He had that stupid smile on-

“Y/N M/N Brock!”

“Oh shit.” Turning around, Venom was booking it down the field and straight towards you both. Having nowhere to run you shoved Peter away and ducked down.

“Let’s eat him!”

Venom picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder before you had time to explain. Your dads face peered out from venoms and stared Peter down,

“I don’t know what the bell you two were doing but if I catch you with my daughter again I’ll-“

“Dad stop! He’s helping me!”

“Helping you with what? Breaking into private property?” You decided to use a tactic that worked well when you were a toddler. You began to scream as high pitched and as loud as you can, causing V to drop you cover his ears instinctively. Once you were out of his grip you ran to Peter and created a barrier between your friend and your father. Venom shrunk down into your fathers back and he looked at you,

“You…got powers? How? Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“If I told you I’d never be able to leave the house again! I wanted to help people like you but I can’t. So I asked Peter to help.” Honestly your father couldn’t care less about Peter. All he heard is that his baby girl wanted to be like him. Taking a knee he looked at you and sighed,

“I’m sorry kiddo. I should’ve been a bit easier on you. It’s just that it’s a scary world out there already. I didn’t think you needed anything else to worry about.” You put down your shield and ran to hug him. He gave Parker the stink eye while you buried your head in his shoulder.

Getting home that night you talked over the discovery of your powers with your dad and what you both could do to help control it. For the first time in what felt like years you went to bed happy and content. Pulling out your phone you messaged Peter.

⭐️: You make it home okay?

PP: Yeah! Are you and ur dad cool now?

⭐️: Yeah

⭐️: So…should we like talk about what happened? Because I really like you. I’m not gonna let my dad get in the way next time

PP: I really like you too! Maybe next time we can go on a real date :)

You pushed your phone to your chest and kicked your legs in excitement

⭐️: Cool

From then on you had more personal time. You and your dad had set boundaries with each other. If you got to do whatever you wanted on the weekends it meant he would go to every training session between you and Peter for “safety” reasons. It was gonna take awhile for Peter and your dad to trust each other.

#spiderman #mcu x reader #fanfic request #fanfic writing #peter parker #peter parker x reader #eddie brock #venom

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spencerswhoreclub · 3 years ago

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I HATE YOU

By- Spencerswhoreclub

I LOVE THIS TROPE, it's enemies to lovers so enjoy

This chapter contains- arguing, degrading, praise kink, mommy kink, choking, sub Spencer, dominant reader, over stimulating, orgasm deprivation, (male) anal fingering, (male receiving) oral sex, (female) penetration, and a sub drop.

Wc- 2280

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Your POV

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Spencer and I have had it out for each other since day one. When I first met him and he refused to shake my hand. I wasn't too worried because I knew he was a germaphobe and was going to refuse, but it didn't hurt to try.

To my surprise every single time I talked to him he would brush me off. He would come up with an excuse like him being swamped with work or he would get up to get coffee.

But when every time I would even look in his direction or even open my mouth to say something to someone I could hear him scuff like I just insulted his mother. That is when I decided I'd give him the same energy he gave me.

So then every time he talked I would roll my eyes or let out a small laugh. He obviously caught onto it because he decided to escalate his antics.

Soon after he started closing doors just before I could walk through them or even interrupting me in the middle of my sentence. So I decided I'd make sure to time when I got to work just right so I could shut the elevator doors before he arrived. If he came earlier I came earlier, it was a vicious cycle.

It escalated to the point where everyone on the team noticed, they would even pull us to the side and constantly ask what's wrong and of course we both just said it was nothing and chalked it up to us being tired of having a bad day.

Eventually after three months of us hating each other hotch had enough of us. When we were in the middle of bickering about what the unsubs motive was he intervened.

"Y/n, Reid, the team and I are all tired of you going back and forward. I don't know what happened to cause this feud but until it's resolved you guys will be sharing a hotel room, I don't care how long it takes so you better play nice"

Both Spencer and I tried to defend ourselves but it was no use hotch had made up his mind.

After a long day of arguing with Spencer I had to go back to my shared hotel room with him. When we finally got to the hallway I did what anyone In my position would do.

I took off sprinting down the hallway, he obviously caught onto what I was trying to do because he ran after me. Just before he caught up I unlocked the door and shut it behind me.

"Y/n you know I have a key too right"

He sounds out of breath from running, why is it low key hot- no, y/n you hate him

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Before I could realize what was happening my back was against the door and his body was pressed against mine.

"What the fuck was that"

Are you fucking serious, did he really ask what that was after he went from icing me out to being just plain rude to me.

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Spencer's POV

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I asked her what was up but honestly I knew I had been a jerk to her from the moment she stepped into the building.

In the beginning she really just did catch me at a bad time. I had planned on properly introducing myself the next day but after I had time to think about it I figured I wouldn't be able to shake my first impression so I decided I'd just stick with being an ass.

But to be honest I did really like her, she had always been in the back of my mind. I constantly imagine her tying me up or edging me until I had tears in my eyes. But I also want more than that, I want to be the reason she smiles, I want her to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night

I was thrown out of my daydream when I felt her push me off of her

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Your POV

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I pushed him off of me and started yelling at him pushing him further and further while doing so

"WHAT WAS THAT? You mean what you're been doing to me since you met me, for a genius you're really fucking stupid. I've don't nothing but match the energy you gave me"

I finally pushed him down onto the bed and I heard him whimper making me smile.

"God I fucking hate you"

I smashed our lips together and we ripped each other's clothes off eager to see each other naked after being deprived of each other for months.

Once we were both in our underwear I attached my lips to his neck and grabbed the growing bulge in his boxers, then he let out a loud moan.

"Damn baby boy I've barely touched you"

"Ik m-mommy it just feels s-so good"

Before I could even register what he said his eyes went wide and he tried to sit up

"I- I'm so sorry I don't know what I was-"

I cut him off with a kiss, I tried to put as much love as I possibly could into it just so he knew it was alright

"Baby it's fine, I wouldn't want you to call me anything else"

I made my way down to the bed so that I was eye level with his dick and slowly pulled down his boxers. Of course his dick is like the rest of him, absolutely beautiful.

I take my time kissing everywhere around where he truly wanted me, I could lie and say it was to tease him but I really wanted this to last as long as possible.

Finally I gave in and wrapped my lips around the tip. I brought my head up and down, taking more and more each time earning more small whimpers from him.

"Mommy I'm about to cum"

"Oh no you're not, not yet at least. You've been such a bad boy and bad boys get punished. Turn around and get on your hands and knees."

He does so immediately not wanting to make it any worse for himself. I leaned over him while pushing his shoulders down so that his back was arched.

"Is this okay?"

I whisper in his ear while pushing two fingers against his entrance

"Y-yes pl-please mommy I need it"

I applied more pressure, slowly pressing my fingers into his hole earning a loud moan. At first I went slow then I started going faster and deeper until I hit his prostate.

"Fuck- mommy can I please cum"

"Of course you can baby"

Even after he released I kept going, I figured I'd fuck with him more. Since he was already sensitive it didn't take him long to get close.

"Mommy I'm close, please can I cum"

"Yes baby boy"

Even after he finished again i still didn't stop

"Please mommy stop, it's too much"

He saw with tears streaming down his face

"No, you're going to cum for each month you insisted on being a dick to me"

"B-but I c-cant"

"Yes you can, you want to be my good boy don't you?"

"Yes m-ma'am"

"So cum for me"

His legs started shaking and he finally released onto the bed for the third time of the night.

"Turn over onto your back, I'm going to ride you and you're not going to cum until I do, got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good boy"

As soon as he got onto his back I wasted no time taking off my bra and underwear, he was so busy staring at my tits he didn't even notice me climbing on top of him

"Hey my eyes are up here"

I said while snapping in his face

"Sorry mommy you're just so pretty"

"Yeah yeah shut up so I can fuck you"

I took his dick in my hand and teased him by rubbing his tip up and down my opening

"P-please mommy"

"Fine, but only because you're cute when you beg"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth I sunk down on his length earning a loud moan from Spencer. I started bouncing up and down but I couldn't help but notice his hands balled into fists gripping the sheet so hard I'm surprised it didn't rip.

Then I realize I never gave him permission to touch me, he's trying so hard to be a good boy for me.

"Baby boy it's okay, you can touch me"

His hands were immediately on my waist gripping hard enough to leave marks.

"How do you think the team would react if they say you like this huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw how much of a little slut you are"

He opened his mouth but all he could get out was high pitched moans. So I wrapped my hand around his throat

"I asked you a question, what do you think they'd say"

"I-I d-don't know"

"They would say you're pathetic for letting a girl take over and use you"

I leaned forward to get a better angle and he saw this as a perfect opportunity to suck on my tits.

"Shit- baby boy if you keep this up I won't last"

"Please cum for me mommy, I want it so much"

I reached down and rubbed my clit in circles then I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach

"Fuck Spence I'm cuming, please fill me up"

We both came at the same time and I collapsed next to him. I went to get up to go pee but he pulled me back down.

"Spence I-"

"Please, please don't leave, I-I'm sorry I was so bad to you I didn't mean it. I really like you a-and I just didn't know how to-"

That's when I realized he had been crying

"Shhh Spence it's fine-"

"No it's not fine-"

"Don't ever interrupt me again"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now I understand Spencer and I promise I won't leave you. Come here"

I scooted back on the bed so I was leaning against the headboard. I sat there with open arms waiting for him to come to me.

He crawled up to me and curled up on my chest. He looked at my boobs and back at me silently asking permission and I nodded my head. He took my nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

This poor boy has some serious mommy issues and abandonment issues.

"Spencer I understand why you did what you did and I'm not going to hold it against you"

Then I felt something wet roll down my chest

"Baby why are you still crying"

"B-because I want t-this to be more than a o-one time thing. Just because you forgive m-me doesn't mean you like me"

"Spence look at me"

Grab his face and kiss him softly

"I promise you're not the only one that wants this to be more than a one time thing"

"Really"

"Yes Spence, I'd love to call you my boyfriend if that's alright with you."

"Yes please"

He attached his lips to my neck sucking harshly

"Baby boy we have to be up early tomorrow and if you don't stop I won't be able to resist fucking you again."

He still didn't stop so I shot him a glance as a warning and he stopped, god I love how submissive he is.

Before I knew it I was getting woken up by my alarm. I took a second to admire how cute he looked before I woke him up but eventually I had too. We had to meet the team downstairs for breakfast.

We both took our time in the shower, and ended up fucking so we had to rush to get dressed. So much so we both forgot about the marks we left on each other.

When we finally got downstairs the whole team was there, all was normal until Morgan noticed something.

"Damn pretty boy I didn't know you had it in you"

"What, what are you talking about"

Spencer asked

"You and y/n over here both have marks, y'all definitely fucked last night."

His face turned a deep shade of pink and as cute as it was I had to step in.

"Okay and? We fucked this morning in the shower too"

Unfortunately this barely phased him and he kept talking

"So y/n how's his dick game"

"I wouldn't know, I was the one in charged"

"No way"

"I'll prove it"

I walked over to Spencer and slightly pinched his butt and he let out an involuntary whimper

"Mommy"

It was barely audible but it was just loud enough to the entire team to hear

Now it was his turn to be speechless

But eventually hotch finally broke the silence

"You know this isn't what I was expecting when I made y'all room together but anything is better that that bickering"

This time the entire team chimed in

"Most definitely"

"Agreed"

"Yes."

I was about to defend myself but Spencer interrupted me

"Hey-"

"Y/n it's fine"

"What did I say about interrupting me"

"I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Good, now let's go solve this case"

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