#i keep having this intrusive thought that i want to grab people by the shoulders and shake them and say isnt this insane? isnt this terribl

[wormsdyke]

not to be dramatic but ooooohhhhh my god???? what???? what the fuck?????? can anyone hear me??????? what the fuck??????

[wolviensabes]

Logan gets jealous so he decides to make sure you know who you belong to. MDNI

I love jealousy scenarios so much. So here is one with Logan <3 Still figuring out how to write him so keep that in mind too. It came out to be much longer than I thought lmaooo. Possibly will revise later but for now I just wanted to get it out.

Rating: Mature/Smut

Warnings: Afab reader, jealous/possessive Wolvie, brief spanking, fingering, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroat/throat fucking, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink. Unedited, I worked on this for three days and I'm too lazy.

WC: 5k

The moment you got home, he could smell it. That scent on your jacket, your shirt, your skin. It made his nose scrunch up in a way that was impossible to miss. He glared down at you, his eyes narrowing as that stranger's smell seemed to seep deeper into your skin with every passing second. You, completely oblivious to it all, casually hung up your jacket on the rack, not sensing the tension in the air. As you turned back to face him, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his stare.

"What's wrong?" you asked, genuinely puzzled by the look on his face, which was now a mix of confusion and anger. His reaction made you take a step back, trying to understand what could have possibly caused such a strong response.

Sure, you weren't stupid. Logan was always protective of you, and maybe it was that asshole in the store who kept pestering you with questions about where certain groceries were located. Maybe it was because he stood so uncomfortably close that his shoulder brushed against yours, or perhaps it was the intrusive hand he splayed on your back. You felt a deep sense of discomfort with his touch, and tried giving him clear and concise instructions, hoping to get the man to leave you alone as quickly as possible. The whole situation made you feel uneasy, and Logan had seen it from down the aisle.

His first instinct was to slice that man into pieces and leave him on the ground, but he couldn't do that. Not in the middle of the grocery store anyway. He could feel his blood boiling and his muscles tensing up as he stared intently at the man walking off, every fiber of his being urging him to take action. You let out a breath of relief, feeling the tension dissipate slightly, and turned back to the shelves, trying to focus on the mundane task at hand.

Grocery shopping was one of your least favorite things. You didn't like being around so many people, and that man was a prime example of why.

With a shaky hand, you grabbed the bag of chips you wanted, hoping that the simple act of shopping would help you regain some sense of calmness. You couldn't help but glance over your shoulder, just to make sure the man was really gone, before continuing down the aisle to Logan's side.

He said nothing about it, so you assumed he wasn't concerned at all. This lack of reaction from him made you feel a little more grounded and reassured. If Logan wasn't reacting, then maybe that guy was just some harmless idiot and not someone to worry about.

You made the conscious decision to stick next to Logan for the rest of the trip, not bothering to split up and go farther down the aisle as you had done before. The silence between you and Logan seemed to confirm that everything was alright, and you found yourself relaxing more as you walked together.

But you were wrong about his outward stoicism. He was fuming inside.

Not at you, of course, but that man who had the nerve to touch you. Asking where something is in the grocery store already annoyed him, the damn aisles are numbered and have the product written above them. He could've just looked at the signs instead of talking to you and touching you.

Logan let out a deep, throaty growl, staring intensely at you now that you two were back home, the familiar surroundings providing a stark contrast to the tension in the air. "That bastard really pissed me off," he spat, his voice dripping with anger and frustration, his eyes darkened with a mixture of rage and possessiveness. "The damn nerve of him to come up and touch what isn't his," he continued, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Those deadly blades nearly poking out on instinct.

"That guy is what's bothering you?" you questioned softly, understanding how he might feel after witnessing the stranger be so close to you at the store, having the gall to actually touch you too. You weren't happy about it either, but you tried to keep your cool to show him it didn't bother you, even when it did, so he wouldn't react. "Logan, he was just an assho-"

Your voice was abruptly cut off as his hands slammed forcefully into the wall on either side of your head, creating a resounding echo. He was now standing directly in front of you, so close that you could feel the heat of his breath warming your face. The distinct smell of cigar smoke and musk emanated from him, enveloping you in their combined, heady aroma, you could feel your core clench and dampen.

Your heart pounded in your chest at the close proximity, feeling as though it might burst through your ribcage with each passing second. He took a deep breath, the rise and fall of his chest steady and rhythmic, almost hypnotic in the stillness of the moment. His eyes, which were usually dark and troubled, bored into you with an intensity that was both unsettling and captivating. Now, however, they held an expression you could only describe as fierce and feral, a primal emotion that sent shivers down your spine.

"You are mine, princess," he declared, his voice low and possessive. "Clearly, I don't show it enough now do I?" His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and unspoken promises, leaving you breathless as your body was reacting quickly to his words.

His eyes scanned you, running down your body and to your core, his lips upturned in a smirk, "You naughty girl." His voice was gravelly, clearly enjoying the new scent of arousal that he could smell as obvious as a candle burning in front of you. He grabbed you, his calloused hands clasped around the back of your plush thighs and swiftly lifted you up and over his shoulder. He held you still as he turned and carried you effortlessly through the halls and up to your bedroom.

"Logan!" You let out a small yelp as you were effortlessly thrown over his muscular shoulder. He carried you with ease, striding confidently through the room, only to be answered with the quick swing of your body being thrown down onto the bed. You landed with a grunt, the impact bouncing you slightly on the mattress. You looked up at him, standing over you with a commanding presence. His eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. He reached down, tugging your pants off with a swift motion, letting them drop onto the floor by your feet.

"Hush..." he grumbled, his voice carrying a rough edge as he threw his shirt off with a swift motion. You couldn't help but stare at his chest and abdomen, packed with well-defined muscles that flexed and rippled as he tossed the shirt carelessly to the side. Each movement seemed to highlight his features, he glanced back down at you after he had thrown the shirt off, rolling his shoulders back.

You had seen him shirtless many times before, yet your reaction was always the same. It was as if his physique had a magnetic pull, making it impossible to look away. The sight of him never ceased to leave you in awe, and it seemed each time you saw him like this, you discovered something new to admire.

He lifted his hand slowly, fingers curling tightly to form a fist, and with a deliberate motion, one of his three adamantium blades began to slide out from within him. The slow, smooth sound of it grazing through his knuckles and tender flesh, emerging inch by inch until it was fully exposed, sent a shiver down your spine and made you swallow thickly. The gleam of the claw in the dim light only added to the tension, and you had a pretty clear idea of what he was going to do next.

He leaned down, the claw gently trailing from your knee and up your thigh, moving slowly and deliberately, right up until he reached your center. The sensation was both thrilling and unnerving. Most would flinch at having such a thing near them, the sharp metallic edge so close to their skin, (especially when it came to the person wielding it), but you didn't. You trusted him completely, and while you felt a mix of excitement and slight uncertainty fill you, you stayed still for him, your heart pounding in your chest.

As the claw continued its path until it laid against the center of your panties, you felt goosebumps rise from your skin, each tiny bump cause by the mixture of sensations rushing through you. The cool metal chilled your body, leaving what felt to be an icy trail on your warm skin, contrasting sharply with the heat of your own flesh. The experience was almost surreal, like a dance between fire and ice, and you found yourself lost in the moment, every nerve ending heightened, every touch magnified.

You could sense his intent, the care with which he moved, and it only deepened your trust. He'd never actually harm you, and besides, it was fun to include them. The blade traveled farther up your body, under your shirt until it poked out of your collar near your neck. He glanced at you before jerking his arm back and swiftly tearing your shirt completely in half.

Your gasp was loud and sudden, your eyes widening with shock as you watched him effortlessly rip your shirt off with his sharp claw. He trailed it slowly down your chest, gliding it with a deliberate and almost teasing motion across your body, allowing you to feel its cold, metallic touch on the tender and delicate skin of your soft belly. The claw was lethal, easily capable of inflicting ruthless injury or ending your life in an instant.

But he doesn't, and you know he wouldn't.

The thrill of the danger, the razor's edge between safety and peril, heightened your senses like never before, leaving you acutely aware of every sensation and emotion coursing through you.

You reached down with a deliberate, yet tender motion and gently held his wrist, feeling the warmth of his skin against your fingers. With careful precision, you guided his hand upwards to your chest, allowing his large palm to come to rest over your breast. His nostrils flared with a sharp breath, signaling his heightened awareness. Your tongue slowly emerged, and you carefully licked the side of his claw, a metallic taste and cool sensation on your taste buds.

The way your tongue slid over the blade, oh so carefully, made him growl and it retracted once he saw your tongue was safely out of the way. You whined quietly, you were having fun teasing him. "You wanna be a tease, do you?" His voice grunted out, he jerked you up and tossed you to the floor, your knees hit the carpet and you whined.

He paused only for a second, then he fiddled with his belt and tugged it out of the loops in one jerk. The act of that made you quiver below him, blinking up as he harshly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down and his thick cock sprang out of his boxers. Red and angry, the tip completely blushed and shiny with the precum that had been spread on his tip.

His hand reached for your hair, grabbing onto it and tugging you closer. His cock brushed against your cheek as he used his other hand to position it at your mouth, "Open," he demanded lowly to you. Your jaw relaxed and your lips parted, allowing his salty tip to slide into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around the blushed flesh, tasting and cleaning his sticky cockhead. He grunted in response, a pleased sound ripples through his throat as he pushed himself farther into your warm mouth. Your tongue was a soft cushion for the underside of his dick, he relished feeling it with each thrust into your throat.

Logan's grip tightened on your hair, his fingers tangling and pulling with a possessive intensity. He growled deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest, and pulled you even closer to him. You made a muffled whine, a desperate sound that escaped your lips, your eyes looking up at him from where you were below, wide and pleading. He almost looked completely feral, his eyes wild and dark with an unrestrained hunger. He huffed as his chest rose and fell quickly, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts, the tension between you almost palpable.

"You belong to me, princess. I'm going to make sure every single part of you remembers that. Even when I'm done fucking you." Logan growled out, watching his cock disappear in your throat as he thrust his hips forward. The sudden intrusion into your throat made your eyes widen and you gagged, not expecting him to do that.

"That's it, who's cock do you gag on? Mine. Who's cock do you like to suck on, hm?" He angled you more to look at him while keeping himself safely tucked into you mouth, the tip of his dick brushing up and down the fleshy, soft meat on the back of your throat. Bubbles of saliva popped at the corners of your mouth as he continued to thrust in and out of your throat, each time hitting the back and sliding down.

"Ugh, yeah...that's it...take it down, pup," he chuckled and watched you struggle to take him with each thrust, you still did your best to attempt to swallow all of him, knowing how it drives him crazy seeing you choke. "Slobber all over my cock, mine...the only cock that you get."

Logan grunted lowly, the sound vibrated from his chest and through his throat, his eyes closing as he focused and you could feel his dick twitching inside your mouth. "Here it comes, princess, be a good girl and swallow it." His voice was dominant and demanding, you prepared for his thick, heavy load that was soon to coat your tongue and slide down your throat.

His hips stuttered, his hold in your hair tightened and in one swift thrust, he was sheathed in your mouth. His cum began to flood across your tongue, giving you a slightly salty taste as it continued to spill out of his swollen dick. You had to swallow twice before you could finally breathe again, it felt like he was unloading everything he had. When he pulled out, he watched as his cock popped out, a gasp escaped your throat and your face messy from his thrusts. He grinned down, satisfied with how disheveled you were. "Look at you, such a mess."

You lifted your eyes up, swallowing the rest of his spunk and breathing heavily. You were breathless, your jaw ached and your throat felt bruised for sure. He took a step back and took you in, the image of you ingraining in his brain and blood flowed down to his cock. His fingers ran through your hair lightly but quickly tightened again, lifting you to stand.

Your legs felt shaky and unsteady from sitting on your knees for such a prolonged period, and you were still a bit dazed and disoriented from sucking his cock. The discomfort in your legs was matched by a slight buzzing throb in your head, making it difficult to regain your composure. "Ain't no one makes you such a pretty mess like this but me...you won't forget that. I don't give a damn who hears those sweet little noises that come out of your mouth."

He moved you onto the bed again, this time face down, and your belly hit the mattress with a rough huff. Logan's rough hands ran up the back of your bare thighs and over the round of your ass. "Such a sweet peach, princess..." he grabbed the meat of your ass and spread you open, gazing down at your holes.

He leaned in and inhaled your scent, making you squirm and whine his name, he groaned under his breath in response and spit onto your cunt. You could barely register what he was doing before you felt his tongue push inside and he began lapping at you like a starved man. His tongue curled and gathered as much of you as possible, tasting your arousal from the source as his pupils dilate with desire.

You can't help but moan as he ate you out, his hands kneading and groping your ass as he did so, snarling against your core while his tongue effortlessly assaulted and teased your clit. "You taste so damn good, look at you, soaked already..." he sat up and pushed two fingers inside to stretch you out, making you groan loudly from the sudden intrusion. "Logan!"

"Yeah...you like that don't you...feeling my fingers inside you. Haven't fingered you in a minute huh...feels good? You like when I curl 'em don't you...like..." he adjusted his wrist and he curled his fingers against that sweet, delicate spot inside you that makes you cry out in pleasure. "Yeah...that's it," he chuckled with amusement, hearing your pretty little noises. His calloused fingers rubbed mercilessly against that spongey wall and your legs began to tremble. Your fists gripped the sheets and you cried out against them, your pleasured noise muffled by the blankets. "That's what my girl likes..."

"Logan...oh god..." you whined desperately, rocking back into his fingers, chasing that sweet high that was soon to hit you and explode. "I'm gonna cum..." you rasped and did what you could to drive yourself there, the brink was so, so close...but just as he felt your walls slicken a little and tighten around his fingers, he retracted them. Right before you went over the edge, he denied you, making you groan in frustration. "Logan," you cried desperately and with slight frustration, "I was almost there!"

He had that shit-eating grin on his face, loving how desperate you became when you needed to climax. "Not so fast, sweetheart...I am going to fuck you until you can barely take it. And then some." Logan smacked your ass once, sending a sharp sting up your spine. The noise sounded loudly in the room and making you yelp slightly, your face felt hot and you bit your lip. "Maybe I should lay a few of these to ya...for begging so much...you'd like that wouldn't you? You naughty thing," He gave you another spank and you whined at the stinging sensation.

"L-Logan, please...I-I need you..." your voice was so desperate and pitiful, you could feel his hand on the small of your back, holding you still but not applying pressure. He didn't have to, he knew you'd lay perfectly for him, his pretty girl.

"I know...you need me huh? This poor pussy is so needy for me?" he chuckled, "You about broke my fingers with how tight you were. You gonna be that tight around my cock?" he asked, leaning over your body and placing a hot kiss to the side of your neck. The sensation of his lips on such a sensitive spot almost made you cry out. You felt like your body was on fire.

"Please! Please, I need you inside me! Don't tease me anymore...." your voice begged him, you wanted his cock stretching you out so badly...and he seemed to enjoy your desperation enough to give in. His cock head rubbed between your folds, he grinned and shuddered when he felt just how hot your core was.

Normally he'd just shove himself inside you, filling you up in one quick thrust, but not this time. He loved seeing you needy, especially after that bastard at the store had the audacity to touch you. The mere sight of it made his blood boil and his chest tighten with jealousy. He knew deep down that you hadn't done anything on purpose and that it wasn't your fault, but still, the image of it lingered in his mind. It gnawed at him, filling him with an almost unbearable urge to assert himself. He had to prove something to both you and himself. It was as if an uncontrollable fire had ignited within him, his primal instincts demanding him to take action.

He instead slowly began to push inside, his cock stretching your tight hole and you let out a loud whining cry. It wasn't enough; your desire for him was overwhelming, you craved all of him, every part of his being. Yet, he was deliberate in his actions, taking his time and being slow and precise with you, almost as if savoring each moment. His meticulous approach only heightened your instinctive need, making the yearning even more intense.

When he was fully inside, your cries for him grew even louder, your voice filled with a mix of desperation and desire. Your whining and squirming only intensified as you clung to him, feeling the overwhelming sensation of him deep within you. You wanted him to move, to give you the release you craved, but he remained still, demonstrating an incredible amount of self-control.

The way your body writhed against him drove him absolutely crazy; every movement you made sent shivers down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to hold you down, to keep you in place and listen to those beautiful, intoxicating sounds that escaped your lips, savoring every moment of your shared intimacy.

You were utterly intoxicating to him. His hips finally moved, pumping in and out of you with vigor and passion. Logan's firm hold on your plush hips made him groan and growl against your neck, his warm huffs of breath sending shivers down your spine and warming your skin. Each exhale created goosebumps all over the rest of your body, making you respond with pathetic sounds of pleasure. The heat radiating from him was intense, the man ran hot as it was and it felt like his entire body was a heater on high, intensifying the intimate connection between you both.

As his fingers dug slightly into your soft flesh, his deep desire for you became more apparent when he jerked your body closer to him as he continued to pound himself in and out of your tight cunt. "You love this cock don't you princess? Does it feel good...you are so desperate huh?" he whispered in a throaty, guttural voice, his lips grazing your ear as he held you flush against his body.

You felt tears prick your eyes as the intense feeling began to rush through your body, your pussy was so sensitive and he just kept pounding you. "Mhm....nngh yes..." you rasped weakly, "S-so good...so good Logan...y-you're making me bulge down there..." Your eyes widened slightly, seeing the lower part of your abdomen slightly show his dick from when he sunk into your sex.

"Only I get to make you scream and cry like this, hm? Only me. You love when I fuck you like an animal don't you? Do you want that?" he pushed you back into the bed, your arms wrapped around the pillow for any kind of support as you cried and felt him begin to pound into you even harder. The feeling of your slick warming even more from the friction made you scream in delight. It felt so incredible, no man has ever made you feel so fulfilled before...

"M'gonna put a fuckin' baby in you, gonna fill this pretty belly with my cum and watch you swell up. Then no one will touch you. You're claimed, no one will ever come up and touch you again, you're all mine," Logan hissed lowly and angled your hips up slightly, his cock hitting your cervix and teasing it with the promise of his cum.

Your body reacted to his movements by squeezing him, your velvet walls tightened around his dick and tried milking him even more as he thrusted and claimed you as his own. "My good girl...nngh...takin' my cock so good, fuckin' you to tears hm? No one else can get you this way, can they?" he growled against your skin, holding you desperately close as his hips drove into you more and more.

"Logan, I'm gonna cum...please, let me cum," you whined pitifully, tears rolled down your cheeks as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure he was providing your body. Every word that came from his mouth went straight to your clit and you were attempting to milk him before he was ready to climax himself.

"So needy... You really want to? You think you deserve it?" he asks in a low, almost mocking tone, chuckling to himself as he watches you with an intense gaze. Your tears stream down your face, and you mewl pathetically, your desperate cries echoing in the room, each sound seemingly fueling his amusement even more.

The scent of your arousal filled his nose and it drove him into you even more, his His hips stuttered, attempting to push faster than before, driven by a desperate need to increase the pace. Logan groaned deeply, the sound resonating through the room, his arms tightly wrapped around your midsection, pulling you closer. His muscular chest tightened with effort, every sinew straining as he used all the power he had to continue pounding you with relentless intensity. His skin, now slick with a light layer of sweat, pressed damply against your back, providing a heated contrast to the cool air. His chest hair was slightly tousled and damp, scratched along the skin of your back as his hips thrusted.

"Logan, I can't hold it any longer...please let me-" you rasped desperately, your entire body trembling and screaming at you to let it all go. Every muscle was tense, fighting against the overwhelming urge, yet you craved his permission more than anything. You needed to hear him say you could, to feel that moment of release granted by his word...

"Alright pretty girl, come for me, let it out, cum all over my cock...let me know how good I make you feel~" Logan urged you on and his hands roamed up your body, grasping your breasts and gently pinching and rolling your nipples in his index and thumb. That was all your body needed to go over the edge.

You felt an intense wave of adrenaline and warmth spread from your core, radiating throughout your entire body. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you cried out Logan's name, your voice a mix of desperation and euphoria. As your head became fuzzy and dazed, the feeling of pure ecstasy washed over you, filling your senses to the brim. You were completely overcome by the powerful emotions, your body trembling with the intensity as his cock mercilessly continued to pound into you.

"Ohh yes...that's it princess...let it out baby...cream on my dick," he groaned in your ear, the sound making you clench harder, if that were possible. His hips finally began to falter and he leaned over you to let gravity help his rutting. "M'gonna fill you up, til y'r dripping with me." Logan's eyebrows were knit tight and he let out a loud groan as his hips finally stopped, pushing hard against you as he reached his peak.

His cock kissed against your swollen cervix and he unloaded his orgasm deep into you, shooting rope after hot rope of cum until you were so full it began to ooze out around him. The sensation of it dripping down his balls made him snarl, he pulled out just enough to see it slowly coming out of your pretty, swollen pussy before he used his cock to swipe it up and push it back in.

"Keep it in there, sweet girl...keep all of me in you. You love it, being so full of my seed it leaks out of you." He reached around and teasingly wrapped his hand around your neck to give a gentle squeeze.

You, in a complete daze, so high on your climax you could barely think. He hadn't fucked you this hard in so long. You babbled lightly, attempting to form coherent words, but you weren't able to construct a complete sentence. He chuckled softly, his warm breath and lips brushing lightly against your temple. "Atta girl...so dizzy," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Did I make you feel good? Hm?" Logan almost purred against you, his voice low and soothing, as you felt the gentle vibrations of his chest reverberate against your back, adding a comforting aspect to the intimate moment.

"Now, now...you just rest. You did so good for me." He placed a gentle kiss to your temple, pulling you to lay on him and reluctantly pulling himself out of you. "We can clean up later...right now, I want you here." He held your body close, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he adjusted a bit to make you more comfortable.

He felt pride and satisfaction when he smelled you, leaning down to inhale lightly. He no longer sensed that awful stench the stranger had left on you from before. Now, it was just his own scent imbedded in your skin, his claim on your was loud and clear to him and it would be to everyone else too. He continued to hold you, his warmth surrounding you, creating a cocoon of security.

You were far too tired to argue. Every bone in your body felt like it was weighed down by an invisible force, and the idea of cleaning up seemed like an insurmountable task. You would clean up later, but for now, you needed a moment to recover from your high and daze. The room felt like it was spinning slightly, and the only thing grounding you was his presence and firm arms wrapped around your body. You were happy laying with him, despite that smug ass smirk he had on his face when he observed you. His eyes had a glint of amusement, and you didn't know why he seemed so full of himself until you saw yourself in the mirror half an hour later.

When you caught your reflection, you were shocked to find your skin covered in dark bruises, all adorning your neck and shoulders. It was then you understood the reason behind Logan's self-satisfied expression. There was no way you could cover these, and he made sure of that.

"Logan!!"

That bastard.

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[dollfacefantasy]

wearing leon's hoodie during sex… he’s fucking u from behind and pushes the hoodie up to reveal your back… he grabs the top of the hoodie for leverage, and to pull you closer…

uh huh uh huh. i see your vision so here's a little drabble <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v

It starts when Leon comes home from running some errands. He's kind of riled up. There was traffic, it was too cold out, there was people everywhere, and it seemed like he was the only one who knew what he was doing. He slams the front door and tosses his keys on the counter, letting out an irritated sigh and stomping up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

But there you are. His baby. Tucked away safe from the rest of the world. His beam of sunshine among the gray clouds that pollute the sky today.

You're laying on the bed, curled up with a blanket and gazing at the tv with only half your attention. Long legs lie exposed, soft from the strawberry scented lotion you'd lathered them in. Best of all, you're wearing his hoodie. An article of his clothing.

He tries to be casual about getting what he wants. He attempts pleasantries, acts like the shedding of his clothes is innocent. He's only doing it to be comfy enough to join you in your lazy day.

Not even thirty minutes later though, you're face down, head pressed to the pillow, ass raised in the air. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he sheaths himself all the way inside you. You whine as your hole stretches around his length, accepting the intrusion. Your fingers claw at the fluffy blanket beneath you as he starts thrusting.

In and out, back and forth. It seems like each time he hits a new pleasure spot or coaxes another needy whine from your lips.

"That's right, baby. Feels so good, doesn't it?" he grunts as he pumps his cock as deep as it can go within you.

"Mhm," you whimper your voice shaky.

"Uh huh," he agrees. The sound of him panting combined with the slap of his skin on yours overwhelms your brain. "Who's fucking you this good, honey? Who's got you making all those cute little noises?"

The response is automatic. "You," you choke out as your body rocks with his momentum.

"Who?" he prompts you, wanting specificity.

Your words falter for a moment under the pressure of him rutting into your soaked cunt, but you regain the ability to speak before he could ask again.

"Leon," you whine, dragging out the ending sound.

He mumbles some words of praise, but they fly right over your head. His thoughts weren't on what he was saying either. He was much more focused on hearing you cry out his name while his eyes locked on the space between your shoulder blades.

On the fabric of the hoodie in that area, Kennedy was emblazoned in vinyl. It stood out in bright white on the soft black cloth. You were his. There was the physical and verbal proof. He pistons into you at a quicker speed as the primal part of his brain starts to take over. The part that just wanted to claim you and keep you as his own held the reins now.

Your eyes start to gloss up as thoughts melt away in your brain and drip from your mouth as drool. Your cheek squishes further into the mattress below. Everything is getting to that point where it feels fuzzy and far away. And you're content with that. You're content to just melt into a puddle of euphoria on the bed, but Leon had other ideas for you.

He bunches the hood of his hoodie together, handling it like he would a leash. Then with a firm tug, you're straight up on your knees. Your back is arched so your ass is flush against his pelvis while your head bobbles around near his.

"Oh fuck, baby..." you cry, "So fucking deep now."

He chuckles and yanks you even closer. The new angle did have him even further within you. If it wasn't for his hand supporting you, there was no doubt in your mind you'd flop forward and face plant into the memory foam.

His hips snap as though they're possessed, not stopping for the slightest break. Both of you are starting to work up a sweat, you a little more so from the thick fabric that covered your upper half.

"Mhm. All the way inside you. And I'm the only one who's ever gonna feel this," he mumbles.

"Only you," you agree without a second thought.

You can't speak anymore than that because your voice has devolved into pure moaning. Soft little cries of ecstasy leave you over and over as he fills you up just as many times.

"Want you to cum for me, baby. Milk me fucking dry so I can mark you on the inside too," he mutters.

And that's all it takes really. The thought of being claimed so thoroughly does it for you, and you seize up on command. Every part of you contracts and tightens up, including your pussy, locking him in.

That's what does it for him. The knowledge that you want to be claimed, that you love that you're all his. He shoots all his release inside you, not letting a drop go to waste.

Afterwards, he takes care to clean you up, actually ask about your day while he gets you comfy again. The sweat-soaked hoodie ends up in the laundry, and the two of you curl up in bed, together this time. If he didn't get off on the possessive part of this whole thing so much, he'd probably just buy you one of those hoodies for yourself. You were gonna be a Kennedy in no time anyways.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

hiii i loved your cute yan bsf is there a part two? i am so obsessed 🫶🫶

Cutey for you! PT. 2 | Yan Cute boy best friend x you

Characters: Jesse

Summary: Your cute best friend just adores you with all his heart. To the point it brings him to tears

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, mention of self harm, angst

a/n: I can make a part 2! I've been planning this for a while but I wanted people to want it, yk? Also this will be very self projected. Bone is mentioned!

Pt. 1

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Jesse couldn't understand it. Why couldn't you just stay with him? Why did you have to befriend that delinquent of all people! He's tried so hard to show you how he isn't worth your time or attention. Your best friend is! He's supposed to be your number one! You know that… And yet you chose to be with that stupid idiot!

Jesse can't take this! He can't be without you. His heart aches. He needs you so much. More than that delinquent that's taking you from him! There's more than just jealousy within his heart. There's more than rejection. There's so much more, and he has no one to tell because his best friend is with his rival! The person that is ruining his life!

He's scrolling through his phone, reading messages you had sent. He's deliberately ignoring you. He can't take it, and you need to know he's suffering. It's not like he can tell you, but that's not his fault! You should just know that when he's without you, he's suffering. Not only that but he's afraid. Afraid the moment he reaches out, you'll have moved on. Afraid that you'll reject him every time he wants to talk to you.

Laying in the dark, he's moved on to looking at photos of you. Some he took with you, some he took of you, and some were secret snapshots but let's not talk about those. He's fighting tears. Fighting them and losing. Misty eyed as he finds a video of you laughing with him and being silly with each other. He can't take this!

He checks his notification seeing you posted a new video on your social media. It's just like the video he saw with him and you, but this time it's with that delinquent. Jesse's whole world is tumbling down. Now he's stalking your account and that dumb delinquent's, finding every single post you are in together while tears stream down his cheeks.

He makes no sounds. No sobs. Only shuddered breaths and shaky shoulders. Throwing his phone across the room and cracking his screen, his mind becomes a dark place. One of nightmares that he has tried so hard to keep locked away from you. All his insecurities, fears, and intrusive thoughts swirl. Hyperventilating. Panic. Nothing is making sense.

He grabs a plushie of his. One you gave to him. One that reminds him of you. The scent of you is still on it. It soothes him barely, but the panic attack has settled. A single thought screams within his mind.

“You're being replaced.”

“You're not their favorite anymore.”

His brain is lying to him. It must be! You wouldn't just replace him. You've known him for years! You're his best friend and he's yours. Nothing can just shatter a bond like that.

“Shut up.... you don't know! They love me... I'm still they're favorite!”

Jesse whispers to himself. To the thoughts. A sound barely brings him back to his reality.

Your ringtone.

His favorite song now sounding sour. He doesn't want to take your calls. He doesn't care if you're panicking. He's suffering! He's sobbing into the plushie and holding it for dear life. He can't care for anything other than the irrational worries.

A part of him wishes you would break into his room and hold him, another part loathing the idea of you seeing him like this. It's so close. The blades are so close. He's surrounded by them. He can't help but think about it. He can't help but think about hurting himself. Would you notice how much pain he's in then?

Before Jesse can even think about reaching for any sharp object in his room, the darkness is shrouded in the light of an open door. You. The light surrounding you like an angel.

His body stiffens. Your warmth. It felt like a distant memory. When has he been held like this by you? Do you hug your new friend like this? No. That thought doesn't matter right now.

Only you matter. His crying quiets down. His body melts against yours. No words needed to be exchanged. All that was needed was your arms around his and your touch on his skin. In a matter of minutes he's calmed down.

Snores replaced the tears. Jesse fell asleep against you. Something he used to do when the two of you were kids. He's never going to miss this. You're his best friend. He loves you so much. And right now, all the nightmares were replaced with sweet dreams of the two of you together.

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[anemonelovesfiction]

Petal

Ronal x Human! Reader x Tonowari

Warnings⚠️ : smut, bc who would I be if it wasn’t there… Threesome ish. Face riding, thrusts, holding thighs down, AFAB reader bc I have no originality. Not proofread bc again, depressy.

A little shorter than my long ass stories for my peeps on the run or have a busy day and need their smut sensors topped off :)

I don’t think I used Y/n in here as their nickname for you is “Petal”

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Getting on the island was officially a job. I had no reason to even think about studying the differences between the reef people and the forest people I was used to back home. I didn’t come here to dilly-dally and oogle any of the muscular men I had caught staring- due to my intrusion in their daily lives- but to check in on Kiri and make sure we could wake her up.

I’d told Norm to shove my airway tubes up his ass since Kiri was somehow protecting her airway. He got pissed at me and I walked out, knowing the tsahik was bound to make her way over, almost bumping into her as she walked close. I bowed my head in respect as she walked in and miraculously healed Kiri.

But I was there for the conversation that followed. I could tell how torn Jake was upon hearing that his daughter could never connect to the spirit tree with the reef clan and could feel my heart break at the news. He’d asked me to stay behind, that he’d get permission from the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik somehow, he just wanted his daughter safe. I barely knew the language but I knew how to do my job.

But being bent over, knee’s spread on the floor to fit this massive Metkayina man behind me, and having my arms splayed out doing nothing as he continuously pumped his thick cock in me wasn’t what I had pictured when I was allowed to stay.

“How can a little demon like you take so much?” I couldn’t bring it in me to answer that question, I kept biting my lip to prevent any sounds from slipping, I had to keep quiet. But the squelching sound being made by the constant thrusts of his cock in my slick cunt was speaking volumes.

“Speak.” He demanded and I whimpered, unable to trust my voice as I knew I’d babble some nonsense or sound desperate. His giant hands were on my hips, moving my body toward whatever tempo he’d set.

“Do-don’t know.” I managed to slip out and I could hear the smirk in his voice as a dark laugh rummage past his lips.

“You’re taking me so well, petal.” He slides out completely, leaving my pussy to close around nothing, the cool breeze blowing past making me shiver. He surprises me by turning my entire body around, laying me on my back, my knee’s were already covered in sand and I knew the slick that slid from my pussy down toward my ass was attracting even more sand, but I could only focus on the pleasure to come as he teases the head in.

“Please-“ I whine just after he’d pushed the head in and stopped to look at me.

“I’m sorry, petal, I just have to see you beg for it.” He says it in a playful tone, as if he couldn’t help himself, rubbing his thumbs lovingly on my hips, I’d forgotten he’d reached down to grab me again.

“Ca-can’t,” I gasp as he shoves his length in roughly, the friction felt delicious, and he only did this when I’d come beforehand, he was always a thoughtful lover.

“Yes you can.” He grunts.

“Need it, ‘Wari-“ I moan as he slides out and goes back in, but he smirks after stopping.

“Doesn’t sound like you do.”

His ears perk up at the voice coming from behind him but maintains his composure, never letting his hands leave my waist, but I whined loudly. Ronal was the first to initiate anything, allowing her husband to find me many moons ago, telling him to have his way with me if I was agreeable. She had a hard time moving around with the baby she carried but still wanted her husband to feel the pleasure she didn’t feel like providing, said something about her kid draining her energy.

“Do that thing she likes, ‘Wari,” She places a hand on his shoulder gently and he turns his head, eyes looking right up at her, and leaning his head down to kiss the hand she had on him.

“N-no,” I could feel the shock coursing through my body as she said that, her eyes were shining as if she had hit the jackpot, I hated when they tag-teamed me. I could feel Tonowari’s determination as he started thrusting me at the pace he’d set earlier, Ronal kneeling down beside her husband, bringing her own hand toward my glistening cunt and collecting my slick and begins rubbing it on my puffy clit, sending multiple shock waves through me.

“Too rough-“ I try to back away from the overstimulation as Tonowari holds my hips still effectively stopping me from pushing away.

“This is how you like it, Petal.” Ronal states as if she was reasoning with me but also in a mocking tone. “Did you need a kiss to make it better?” She coo’s and I felt like I was getting closer.

“Ple-please,” I moan and close my eyes just to have them both stop all movements, Ronal took her hands off my clit, and it wasn’t until that very moment that I had realized she wasn’t being rough at all as my body felt like I was about to come, but it slowly dwindled away and I let out a frustrated grumble.

“Why don’t you have a little taste, my love.” Tonowari says as he gently pulls out of me, making sure to settle my legs down slowly, scooting to the side to allow her to sit between my legs.

“I want her on my face.” She looks up at him through her lashes and a quick flash of worry runs through his eyes. “I will be fine,” She reassures him and lays on the sand herself. He lifts me up pretty easily and settles me down on her mouth, her warm tongue slipping out almost immediately. She finds my clit without trouble and groans at the taste, she’s never really in the mood for sex, but when she was, it hit her tenfold, and usually right after a nap.

“Ro-nal, fuck-“ I whine as I grasp her braids gently, moving my hips along her tongues ministrations, feeling my lips getting caught in her fangs, but not caring about it as I was getting lost in the pleasure. I’d typically have Tonowari in my mouth at this point but could feel his kisses on my neck.

“No English in bed.” He warns after hearing me cuss and I nod. They usually took longer to let me come the more english I used, it was their plan to get me to learn their language faster- but it was working.

“So-rry s-s-sir,”

Ronal manages to hook her arms around my thighs and keeps me captive as she moans and licks my pussy like a starved woman eating her first meal in months, I turn to catch a glimpse of Tonowari lining himself up at her entrance and shoving himself in, I moaned along with Ronal as he thrusted into her cunt. I could hear the sounds coming from behind me and it managed to turn me on even more.

“Can you hear the sounds you are making with your pussy?” I asked Ronal while stuttering and moaning in between most words. But she looks up to make eye contact with me while continuing to eat me out and nods.

“You sound so fi-filthy-“ I stutter as she’d taken the liberty to circle the tip of her long tongue around my sensitive puffy bud. I could practically feel her lips forming a smile across mine.

“Dirty girl,” Tonowari grunts while thrusting in his wife, her moans muffled by my pussy.

“I’m close-“ I close my eyes and my nails dig into Ronal’s forearms, still wrapped around my thighs.

“Look whose filthy now, Petal,” Tonowari speaks evenly, but based on Ronals movements, and my inability to turn at the moment, I could tell he was still thrusting. I had let a couple of moans slip past my lips, gasping, releasing one of my hands from Ronal’s forearm as I bring it toward my mouth to muffle my moans but failing. My hips were grinding over her mouth.

“Come on her mouth, Petal, cover her face,” Tonowari urges on and I could feel Ronal bite my clit lightly and my body seizes on top of hers. Tonowari grunts and curses at the tightness of his wife, she’d probably just came as well, and his steady thrusts were loudly revealed by his come squelching in her pussy.

“Oh,” Tonowari says as I wobble terribly while trying to get off his wifes face, I’ve never done that before.

“She squirted.” Ronal stated excitedly, her eyes wisened with newfound lust, licking her lips and gathering the juices from her face.

“Let me taste-“ He immediately brings her face forward to lick her forehead, but seeing them desperately consume my come was turning me on again, overstimulation be damned, I had to come again.

“Fuck-“ I sigh breathily as I swipe my own fingers inside myself, still feeling sensitive from when Tonowari was inside me.

“Looks like she’s able to go another round tonight. How many was that so far?” I hear Ronal asking her husband.

“Thats her third orgasm.” He responds and I can feel his arm swat my own away.

“Come on, Petal, I want to sit on your face next.” Ronal crawls over to me with a hungry look in her eyes. Her belly hanging low and something about it was driving me wild.

“Then we can let our ‘Wari breed you again, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, please-“ I nodded.

“Looks like she’s tongue drunk, doesn’t realize she’s switched languages on us.” Tonowari chuckles but I’m too far lost with the possibilities of pleasure and the many positions Tonowari would put me in, how Ronal would probably amazonian trib the fuck out of me, and the come that’ll stick on my skin- we might not sleep tonight.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 44

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

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Ann covers your mouth with hers, her tongue delving inside as you garble. You lay, still as marble as her hand slides down your pelvis. She curls her fingers and rolls along your clit, playing with you as you squeak.  

She rocks her hand as your body reacts. You don't want it too. You want it to stop. Her, too. 

She grabs the back of your head, her other hand firmly between your legs as she forces it further between your thighs. She pokes a finger inside you as you whimper and flatten yourself against the mattress. He lifts herself, staying attached to you as she straddles you below. 

She leans on her hand, tilting as if it's connected to her pelvis, fucking you as she pushes in a second finger. You squeeze your eyes shut, struggling to breathe as she traps you. 

"Mmm," she drags her lips down her cheek and you feel the gloss smear on your skin, "you delicious, aren't you??" She purrs, "he's going to like you so much." 

She rams her fingers as deep as she can, crushing her hand against you violently. You whimper but don't stop her. You're terrified and confused. What is she doing? What does she mean? 

“Relax, honey, I'm just getting you ready for him,” she growls and nuzzles you, “you're so tight. He’s really going to enjoy that.” 

You squirm as a whine escapes you. You hide beneath your eyelids as she continues her intrusion. Her nose touches yours, lips brushing as her breath cascades hotly across your cheeks. She closes the distance and crushes her mouth to yours, her tongue delving inside without welcome. 

Your head pulses and spins, your body sets alight as you wriggle, helpless to her affections. Your heart lurches as a vision flashes in your mind. It’s not Ann, it’s Andy atop of you, touching you, forcing you, smothering you. 

You turn your face away and gasp. Your eyes roll open, glossy with tears as you push on Ann’s shoulders. You’re too weak to make a difference as she nips and kisses at your neck instead. She keeps you splayed her legs against yours as she tilts her hand, fucking you to the knuckle as she puffs in tandem. 

“Mm,” she purrs, “be a good girl... yeah, are you getting wet for him? For my husband?” 

“Please,” you whisper. 

“Don’t be ashamed. A pathetic thing like you has simple desires, don’t you?” She taunts, “he’s your doctor, sweetheart, and you’re panting like a dog to have him.” 

“Please... stop,” you beg as you grasp her upper arm, “I don’t...” 

“I can see it,” she snarls and bits along your jawline, “baby, I’m not mad at it. He needs a new toy.” She shoves her fingers as deep as they’ll go, “he might play with you but he comes home to me.” 

You sniffle and slap your hand down on the bed. You can’t fight her. You deserve this. She’s right. You’re a bad person. You like Dr. Kemp more than you should. You’re a patient and she’s his wife. 

“Mmm,” she drags herself down your body, keeping her hand buried between your legs, “let me help you...” 

She kneels between your legs and tears down your pants. Your body bounces on the bed as you lay paralysed to her whims. She untangles your pants from your legs and hurls away the fabric. She bends to breathe into the tuft of hair along your pelvis. 

She nuzzles and pokes her tongue between your folds. You clench your teeth and stare at the wall. You hold air in your chest as she keeps her fingers sliding in and out, teasing your bud as she hums. Your feet arch even as you fight to stay number to her touch.  

Just like with Andy, you want it to end. You need it to be over. You wiggle your nose as you try to keep the tears from falling. How could you ever believe you were saved? More foolishly, how could you think Steve could ever like you like that? 

Your eyes glaze over as the plucking of her tongue twangs in your core. No, no, no, you don’t want to feel. You pant and puff, trying to hold back the effect of her violation. You dig your nails into the blanket and squeak as your insides coil and release. You spasm and whimper through the uninvited orgasm and bite your lip until you taste blood. 

She keeps touching you, invading you as she shoves her fingers into your cunt. She pushes to her knuckles and slides back out, slow as she pulls her mouth off of you. She purrs as she dips in and out, long strokes that have you squirming. It hurts, more than physically. 

You turn your head straight and cry out as you notice a shadow behind her. You couldn’t hear Steve past your own deafening breaths. So caught up in the whirlwind of your horror that your heartbeat tamped out all around you.  

Ann tilts her head up as he stands behind her. His thick hands rest on her shoulders, kneading them as he bends to kiss her lips. She murmurs something you can’t make out and drags her fingers down your thigh, leaving a wet streak down your flesh. 

She shifts back on her heels and stands, turning to her husband as you sniffle. You can’t hold back anymore. You’re mortified. You push your legs together as he caresses her cheek and whispers to her. He turns to you, his blue eyes drifting over your body. 

You sit up as he presses a knee to the mattress. You bend your legs and fold them against your chest. He comes towards you and tickles up your calves. 

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” he coos, “you can trust me.” 

“Please,” you croak, “you... you’re married.” 

“Sweetie, it’s... open. An arrangement. It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong,” he trails his hand up your calf, “just relax.” 

“Steve, I...” you pout. 

He pauses and sits back on his heels, his forehead lines and his face falls, “I thought... I thought you liked me.” 

“I do but I didn’t know...” you look at Ann as she watches you with a smirk, biting her index fingers coyly. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something, I know, but I... I like you too,” he breathes, “and she knew about you. All this time. Wasn't she nice to you?” He turns his head, “Ann...” 

“She came,” she pokes her finger into her mouth and sucks on it, popping it out, “she’s sweet. Why don’t you have a taste?” 

You blanch and peer between them. Your heart is fluttering wildly. You’re dizzy but you can’t decipher the swirling inside of you. You don’t know if you want this. You don’t what you want.  

You bat your eyes at Steve and your heart flips. No, you know you want Steve. That day you touched yourself and he flashed into your mind you were sure. For the first time in your life, you really wanted something. 

“Sweetheart,” leans forward, his hands on the mattress, “can I kiss you?” 

Your lip quivers. He says it’s okay. She’s not mad. So it must be... 

Can you really say no? It’s their house. They welcomed you in and if you leave... what do you do? Go back to Andy? 

You nod, “okay.” 

She smile and moves towards you slowly. He leans over your knees and cradles your face. Your nerves go haywire, fiery as they ping off of each other. You dreamt of this. His hands on you, gentle and patient, him bending his head, his lips inches from yours. Your mouths meet and sparks fly. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to forget the other body in the room. He hums and you put your hand on his arm, bracing him as you push your lips against his. His tongue pokes around and you open your mouth. It’s much nicer than kissing Andy. 

He moves closer, keeping his mouth on yours. His hand crawls up your leg and he urges your knees apart. You unlock them and he moves between them. He lays you down slowly, delving deep into your mouth, devouring you. You’re breathless and windswept by his intensity. 

His lips slip down your cheek and his hand creeps down your body. He tugs at your sweater, rolling it up your torso. He pushes it up and up and up. You raise your arms and he parts as he pulls it above your head. He sweeps it off your arms and throws it away. 

He falls on you again as you squeak. He crushes you beneath him as he kisses you fervently, hungrily. You feel his need against you. 

“Mm, honey, you’re such a tease,” Ann taunts and your lashes flick. 

He draws back, “relax, sweetheart,” he pets your cheek and once more smothers your lips. 

He growls into your mouth, rolling his hips against you, pushing his rigid excitement against your naked pelvis. You whine and squeeze his shoulder, your other hand clasping around the front of his shirt. The friction fills you with torturous heat. 

He parts again, kissing the tip of your nose, then your forehead, your cheeks, your jawline. He slides down your body leaving a speckling of kisses along your flesh. He feels the thin fabric of your bra and nips at each tit, burying his face between them. 

“You always play with your food,” Ann’s shadow shifts and she sits in the chair in the corner.  

You can’t see much past Steve’s shoulders as he bends over you, dragging himself back. He lowers himself to his stomach and hooks his hands around your thighs. His hot breath scours over your cunt and you gasp. You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him nuzzle the patch of coarse curls. 

He flicks is tongue between your folds quickly and you twitch. He does it again and you react just the same. He purrs and delves his tongue down along your lips and swipes it up slowly. His eyes stick to yours as you watch dumbly. 

He centres on your clit and seals his lips around it, sucking as you cry out at the sparkling pressure. Your arms collapse and fall flat on your back. You arch as he hums and pushes your legs against the sides of his head. He rocks his head, growling as he laps you up, moving you with him. 

Your fingers curls and you drag them up and down your stomach, leaving hot lines as you writhe and moan. You reach down and feel his thick waves, clutching them as you push your pelvis into him. He is so warm, so delicate, so delightful. He’s nicer than you could ever dream. 

Shallow puffs scrape from your throat and your chest rises and falls. Your voice escapes in little mewls and moans, piquing as you tug on his hair and quake. You cum, feeling how you slicken in his mouth, how his tongue spread around your pleasure. That sensation tingles through you from head to toe. 

Your eyes snap up as suddenly a hand frames your chin. Ann sits on the bed sideways, she’s naked. She bends over you, kissing you. You babble, weakly nudging her with your hand. Steve’s tongue swirls and has you too spastic to resist. She pulls backs, circling the tip of her nose around yours, and she sighs. 

“Steve, I want to see you in her,” she turns to face him, reaching to toy with your tits. 

He lifts himself, his face flushed, his lips and nose glistening. His eyes are alight. Your head lolls back and forth.  

Ann pulls down the cups of your bra, tweaking so you cry out. She gropes and grabs, twirling her thumb around your budding nipples. You bring your hands to your sides and clasp the blankets. 

Steve strips off his sweater, his hair messy as he drops it over the end of the bed. He stands to push down his jeans as his erection bulges inside his briefs. You gurgle as Ann continues to play with you, tickling up and down your stomach before once more fondling your chest.  

Steve rolls down his briefs and springs free. You gape at his size and tense. Ann leans down to press her cheek to yours, “relax, baby, he’s going to take good care of you.” 

She turns her head and kisses your cheek before she sits up again. Her hand dances around your torso as she purrs and watches her husband kneel between your knees. His thighs press to your and he prods along your folds. He rubs his tip against you, wetting himself, up and down, smearing your juices around. 

“Hurry up,” Ann demands. 

He exhales, his muscled chest straining as you bit your lip. He pushes against your entrance and slides into you. He inches in, little by little, and Ann leans forward. She stares between your legs as he sinks to his limit and yours. Your body racks and you reach down as you whimper. 

“Fuck...” Steve groans, his voice raspy like a snarling beast. 

“Is she tight, baby?” Ann asks, “hmm, is she?” 

“Yeah,” he pulls back and rolls back in. You moan and grip your own hips as your toes curl. “She’s squeezing me so good.” 

“Keep fucking her,” Ann sneers, “fuck her good.” 

Ann bounces around the bed, hovering next to her husband, pressing against him as she reaches to squeeze his ass. She kisses his shoulder as he groans and rocks his hips smoothly into you. Your eyes roll back as your walls quiver. 

“You better fill her up,” Ann snarls, “I want her leaking with you, baby.” 

He ruts into you hard, jolting you as your legs splay around him limply. He squeezes your thighs, holding you in place as he speeds up thrust by thrust. You look down hazily. He snaps his hips as Ann brings her hand over one of his. She hums and leans her head against him. 

“Are you going to cum?” She taunts, “huh, baby, are you gonna gush inside of her? You going to make a mess...” 

“Stop--” he hisses. 

“Come on, she’s almost there,” she reaches to put her thumb on your clit, rolling it around until you’re whining. “Baby girl, go on and cum on his dick.” She presses harder as you tense, “do it.” 

You push your head back and your chest up. You orgasm as Steve keeps his rhythm. You clench around him, clinging to him as he groans and grunts. He slams into you, over and over, his voice drone out of him through gaspy breaths. 

“That’s it, you fill her up nice and good,” Ann flicks your oversensitive clit, “oh, bad boy, cumming in your own patient. What a bad doctor.” 

He slows and your body goes slack. As he stops, still half inside of you, you feel his cum trickling down from your cunt. You blink and peek down at him as he hangs his head. Ann rubs his arm and he shrugs her off. He slides out and backs off the bed. 

“Why the fuck would you say that?” He growls under his breath as he snatch his pants off the floor. 

He pulls them on, leaving them undone as he holds them up and stalks to the door. She giggles and watches him go. She sighs and looks at you as the door snaps shut. 

“He can be so sensitive,” she wiggles her fingers between your folds and you tremble, “just like you, huh?” 

[levi501ackerman]

Here Before and After Me | Hange x Reader Fluff

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Summary: Levi overheard another conversation the night before retaking Wall Maria. He didn’t know that his best friend had someone special to them.

Word Count: 1.4k

Megan's Note: Song correlation: "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitski. FINALS ARE DONE I GOT ALL As THIS SEMESTER!! I have two weeks before summer semester and vacations start!!! I will be writing more!! I still write for Levi <3 I just want to write a little for Hange because I want her strap! Posted: 5/16/24

As Levi sat against the wall, he thought about Armin’s words. Could there really be a sea and it's full of salt? These kids are full of dreams. The stars were brighter than usual and it reminded him of the first night he saw stars. Levi thought about how far he had come. How many he has lost. He ached at the intrusive thought of every comrade he couldn’t save. If the sea were real, Erwin would want to be there. They’re so close. When they go back to Shiganshina and retake Wall Maria they will be able to see what else is beyond the wall. He didn’t want to admit it, but he would do anything for Erwin, Hange, Eren, and his squad to discover what was out there. Together. 

Levi heard a thump in the distance. He looked over his shoulder to see hair he recognized, kissing another person against the wall. It looked like another girl. Was Hange kissing a girl? How drunk was Hange? When Hange pulled away he saw your face. He’s seen you before. When Miche was alive you were in his squad. Levi barely recalled seeing you around Hange. He remembered you being one of the scouts who fired a cannon at the female titan in the forest. Were you drunk? 

He felt embarrassed hearing his best friend Hange and you make out and whimpering. Levi should not be hearing this. Hange pulled away and pressed her forehead against yours, you both were catching your breath. 

“Can I say something selfish?” Hange whispered. 

“What’s the matter, Hange?” Your inner eyebrows subtly went up and Levi watched Hange take her hands off your waist and trailed down your arms to hold both your hands in hers. Levi never heard of his friend being involved with anyone. He had never seen her flirt with you and when has this begun? Hange exhaled longingly. 

“It’s selfish . . . but sometimes I dream of running away from this . . .” Hange started and though she looked down, you fondly looked through the lens of her glasses, into her eyes. “I’ve thought about you and I . . . Somewhere safe. Like maybe in a cabin in a forest . . . and no one knows where we are.” Hange sniffed. Levi saw you and Hange’s softness. He could tell Hange cared about you and was sincere. She wasn’t drunk. Levi knew he should not be hearing your private conversation. She rubbed one of your arms gently. “I want to be selfish and have a life with you . . . I dream of you and I married. You could read your books, grow the flowers you’ve always talked about, cook, and do whatever you want. I could take care of us. We’d be safe.”  

Levi sighed. Hange had someone special. He did not know Hange had this side of her hidden away. She always been open and enthusiastic about the people and things she loves. Hange kept you deep in her heart, protected from harm. 

“Hange, you’re going to make me cry . . .” Your admiration was clear. Hange kissed you harder and grabbed your face. Levi looked away, back at the wall, pretending he didn’t know you were there. He felt awful hearing your whimpers that should be private between the two of you. 

“These years with you have brought light to my life. Y/N, you keep me going. You are the sole reason why I want to discover more of our world and the titans . . .” Levi looked back at you two and saw Hange crying into your shoulder. You were hugging and petting her. “I hope that when we discover the truth of the titans and what's beyond the walls . . . we can have a life just ours. Can you imagine it?” Levi in a sense appreciated Hange had someone like you. Someone Hange could open up to and share her desires. He thought Hange didn’t care about love and focused on her research and the scouts. She joked about dating and relationships or would brush it off. This was the first time he saw Hange in love. Four-eyes had a girlfriend.

“We could live long lives, have a beautiful garden, maybe find a pet, and invite Erwin, Moblit, and Levi over for dinners!” You said and Levi saw a large smile he hadn’t seen from Hange in a while. Levi's chest grew heavier and he felt grateful that you invited him to dinner in your dream. He was considered in your life. You knew how important he was to Hange. Levi saw Hange and you continued making out again. You just became important because Hange was important to him. “Please . . .” Whimpered through Hange’s kisses. Levi tried to dodge every thought of the two of you having sex. 

“Sleep in my room tonight . . .” Hange whispered.

“Ok.”

The morning of heading to Shiganshina, Levi saw you with Dirk’s squad. It was as if you and Hange barely knew each other.

When the beast titan was throwing crushed boulders at the scouts, Levi realized you were on his side of the wall. Seeing another member of Dirk’s squad supported his assumption that you were somewhere. Suddenly, he felt the drive to protect you. 

After Erwin told Levi his plan to charge at the beast titan while Levi sneaked up on the beast, he felt like he had a window. Levi folded a blank piece of paper twice. He recognized it was unfair to protect you and keep you away from the charge compared to the other hundred scouts. But Hange and him were going to lose Erwin and at least he could try to keep you alive for Hange. Another round of rocks flew towards the scouts and there were cries and yelling. Levi managed to spot you near a horse. You were shielding the horse's face with your cape. When the round was over, Levi flew toward you. 

“Y/N.”

“Captain Levi?” You coughed out.

“I need you to deliver a message to Commander Hange.” Levi handed you the empty folded paper. You took the paper confused and Levi noticed how pretty you were. “Tell Hange it’s from me and she’ll understand. Go over the wall and stay on that side. Take down the armor and the colossal with her squad and mine.”

“Yes, sir.” You zipped away. 

Because you weren’t in the charge, you along with nine others were the only survivors, after retaking Wall Maria. Hange never asked about the empty paper, she knew Levi did it to save your life. When Hange mentioned that she was grateful Levi chose you to relay the message during that battle. Levi finally admitted it.

“Can I say something selfish?” Levi whispered. Hange looked at him and she nodded. “It’s selfish . . . but Erwin never asked me to find someone to deliver the ‘message’ to you . . .” Hange began to stare at her feet. “I wanted Y/N to stay alive, so you could live your dream.” They said nothing else, and Levi didn’t want to talk anymore, so he left Hange. 

During the raid on Liberio, Levi was full of rage for Eren, making them come to Liberio. They got what they wanted. The scouts were in possession of Zeke. Eren and Zeke were both chained. Levi heard the rowdiness of the celebration in the main room of the airship. Mikasa and Armin were both disappointed in Eren, but glad he was safe.

As Hange was leaving the cockpit of the airship, Jean opened the door separating the threshold of the rooms. He had two kids tied up. Hange noticed them and scrunched up her face. 

“Who are these kids?” She asked. Jean said through gritted teeth.

“They somehow killed Lobov and then used his gear to climb aboard. This one shot—” Sasha ran through the door behind Jean and found her target. Hange.

“COMMANDER! It looks like Y/N’s not going to make it!” She cried out. Levi frozed, then turned to Hange staring at Sasha. Armin and Mikasa gasped then ran past Jean and Sasha. Hange was still in place. Sasha ran up to Hange and then pulled her by her wrist. Levi saw the light in Hange’s eyes disappear. They ran off into the other room. Levi exhaled in a rage and wanted to kick Eren again. 

Apparently, you pushed Sasha out of the way and got shot by the girl. 

Ever since then, Hange thought about dying. Every day. 

masterlist

Sad bitch hours I know. LOL

[deadricslover]

little admirer

here's my masterlist!

a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol

summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.

warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader

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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.

"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him

he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"

"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.

"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.

"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.

"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.

"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.

"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully

"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask

"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."

"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl

"not as famous as you, though"

she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"

"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.

oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.

"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"

"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence

"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.

"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.

"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"

"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.

"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms

"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked

"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."

"that's sad" she replies

she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing

"she seemed to love you"

"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall

"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking

you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start

"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl

"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief

"you're such an influence. that's so sweet" he responds continuing to walk. "it is isn't it?" you reply placing your head on his shoulder while strolling to the restaurant. Usually you hate the paparazzi, but this time was different, it was sincere and sweet. definitely your favourite so far.

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel For Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 10]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

MASTERPOST

SUMMARY: Jules and Noah finally face their difficulies, leading to them letting down their guards.

WARNINGS: ANGST, NSFW, MDNI, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v) [does it even count as unprotected, she is a fucking guardian angel idk], even more angst, swearing, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of death, ...

A/N: I cried. A lot. :) Also! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to @crimson-calligraphyx because I accidentally gave Jules' best friend her name in the exact same spelling as her own name! ALSO... this is not proofread... i'm sorry about that ._.

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit @signs-of-ill-portent @hi-fancy-seeing-you-here @ada-clarence @wild-child-7747 @thebadchic @thescarlettvvitch @cookiesupplier

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

“What am I doing?” Jules asked herself while looking at Noah’s sleeping figure. It’s been three hours since he had finally fallen asleep and Jules felt numb. Her heartbeat took some time to slow down a bit, but her mind was still racing as fast as it gets. She couldn’t get the image of him trying to climb over the balcony railing out of her head. She knew he wasn’t doing well but she didn’t realize it had been that bad. He needed help she couldn’t give him.

Every time she considered a strategy to help him, she couldn't follow through with it. The idea of merely returning to exist in his shadows appeared more impossible than ever. All of her past actions seemed like a lot of bad decisions. The fact that she now also had promised him to talk about the situation and see him again, made her feel even more at unease.

Her gaze remained fixed on Noah, and she felt a wave of nausea. It seemed impossible to get herself out of the situation. She didn’t want to leave him; he needed support, and she was determined to find a way to help him overcome his misery.

TWO WEEKS LATER

When Noah opened the door to his room, a deep sigh escaped him. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced than usual, and he found himself in a state of uncertainty. It had been a while since he last saw Jules. She didn't come to talk to him as she had promised, and although he yearned to resolve things, he understood it might be for the best.

He had phoned his therapist as soon as he woke up and made an appointment for after the tour. After that he went on and did his best. He performed as good as he could and even though the tour had been successful he was more than glad that it had ended.

His therapy session had just ended and now he didn't really know what to do. He was angry with himself that he let his intrusive thoughts get a hold of him back than but when he was being honest with himself he was even more disappointed that Jules didn't show up as she promised.

When he sat down at his desk, his phone suddenly vibrated.

ONE NEW NOTIFICATION FROM SADIE

He hadn't heard from her since that night he almost had a car accident while driving to her.

Sadie: What's up? You wanna meet up?

Noah stared at the message and began to bite the inside of his cheek. It wasn't like he didn't like her or something but since he met Jules, he hadn't thought of Sadie even once.

He sighed before laying down his phone again. This was dumb. He was acting dumb. He had this really nice girl waiting for him and he would have the advantage of getting rid of some stress, but he preferred to sit there and mourn his damn guardian angel. He wasn't even remotely sure what he was hoping to get out of it.

So, he stood up and grabbed his jacket and right as he was about to leave his room, he felt a hand on his shoulder and simultaneously his anger level seemed to explode.

"You can't be serious?" He blurted out and spun around to look at Jules. She looked terrible, if he could even say that. If she would still have been alive, he would have said she hadn't slept in a while.

"Noah-..." - "No! No fucking 'Noah'." - "I-..." - "Shut up, you didn't talk then and now I don't want to hear your excuses!"

He tried to turn around but Jules grabbed both of his shoulders to make him look at her. "You know damn well how difficult this whole thing is" Jules exclaimed and tried to suppress her tears.

"No, Jules. It isn't really difficult to just show up and talk." He answered her, ignoring his desire to touch her.

"You seem to forget who the fuck I am, Noah! I'm not even supposed to be here." She snarled at him.

"Then go." Noah answered coldly before getting out of her grip and storming of. He didn't even stop when he passed Nick who gave him a confused look.

He didn't allow him to think anything until he drove out of the drive way. Screams from the music echoed through his car as he gribbed the steering wheel harder. He couldn't believe this whole fucked up shit was happening as if he didn't already have enough to deal with.

When he left the neighborhood, he suddenly felt at unease and could just roll his eyes. "This isn't working, Jules. I'll still leave."

Nobody answered him. He was furious.

His knuckles slowly began to turn white from his hard grip on the steering wheel as he suddenly let out a frustrated groan and turned around as soon as he saw the last gas station before he would reach Sadie's house.

“Fuck off.” Noah shouted into the darkness. He couldn’t believe how much Jules had him in his grip. The last couple of days he tried his utter best to clear his head, get things sorted out, work on the problems that already consumed his mind, but Jules was the one thing that never left him. He couldn’t escape her, and he hated her for that.

“You need to stop, Jules.” He screamed and still, there was no answer. So, when he re-entered the house and stormed to his room, he was about to trash his room when he saw Jules sitting on his bed, staring at the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screamed at her, causing her to flinch.

“What are you talking about?” She wanted to know, not even caring to look up at his angered face. She really didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Oh, come on, Jules.” He answered her and started pacing up and down the room. He needed to let go. He needed to get rid of his piled-up frustration.

She slowly stood up from his bed, her eyes following his wandering figure. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t even know what he wanted. But she knew her following spiteful comment didn’t ease the tension. “Enjoyed your trip?”

Noah stopped in his tracks. “You can’t be fucking serious, Jules.” – “Care to explain your psychotic outburst?”

When Noah looked at Jules like that, he didn't realize how exhausted she appeared.

Instead of answered her, he began to shake his head unamused. “You know exactly what you did.” – “You’re insane.” – “OF FUCKING COURSE… I’m talking to my fucking guardian angel who seems to have a great jealousy issue.”

Jules' brow furrowed as she processed what Noah had just yelled at her. His eyes sparkled with a slight hint of madness. A couple of seconds passed, before Jules finally realized what Noah was trying to tell her.

“You think I made you turn around from your booty call?” Jules wanted to know from him.

“I don’t think it, I know it and I need to know why.” Noah answered her and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Jules blinked a couple of seconds and felt a wave of relieve wash over her. “I hate to break it to you, Noah… But I wasn’t even following you.”

Jules looked into Noah’s eyes and saw how confusion washed over him. He wasn’t sure what he should believe anymore. He let out a frustrated sigh before he sat down at the edge of his bed, Jules eyes following him with concern.

"Why didn't you talk to me like you promised?" He asked her after a couple of minutes of silence, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Jules' heart sank at his broken frame. She didn't know what to say. She knew she had been a coward but she just wanted him to forget about her.

"This is all so confusing, Noah. I feel like we always run in circles." She breathed out and sat down next to him. "I think it would be best for me to just go back into your shadows, Noah. I'm making your live even harder than it already is."

Noah, deciding to ignore her statement, turned his upper body to her, "You need to tell me something, Jules."

She looked into his dark brown eyes which sparked with curiosity. Every time she dared to glance at him like that, she felt like she was going to crumble under his gaze. "What is it, Noah?" Her voice was not more than a whisper, both of them scared to ruin the moment like they did so often in the past.

"Did you feel it, too?" He calmly wanted to know and Jules heart rate increased rapidly. He didn’t even have to explain what he exactly meant.

If she felt it too? Of course, she did. Of course, she felt how their hearts aligned the first time their eyes met. Of course, she felt how she wanted nothing but to be close to him. Of course, she felt it too.

But Jules also knew she couldn’t just say that.

Noah's eyes never left hers. He wouldn’t let this go again. He needed to know if he really was going crazy. He noticed how Jules began to pick the skin around her finger nails and decided to step in. He carefully grabbed her hands. Again, there was this wave washing over him, every time he got to touch her.

And of course, she felt it too. But she didn’t know what to do. She knew, if she would talk, there was no way out of this anymore. Even less than before.

Noah, in the mean time, realized what her answer would be, giving her shift in demeanor. But he needed to hear it from her.

"Don’t make this harder than it already is, Noah." Jules whispered, both of them still getting lost in each other’s eyes.

"So, you felt it too." Noah exclaimed, not letting go of the subject.

Jules swallowed hard. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to let Noah go, but when he looked at her like that, their hands still intertwined, she felt like she was about to explode.

"Say it, Jules." Noah demanded, "Say it and I’ll let you go."

Jules' ears were ringing. Her cheeks were burning and the slight tint of Noah’s cheeks gave away, he was feeling the exact same thing.

"You promise?"

Noah nodded.

"I thought, I lost you." Jules than let out, causing Noah to raise his brows while Jules felt her tears coming up. "I-… I thought, you would do it, Noah. I had this gut-wrecking feeling that you would die…"

Noah swallowed hard.

"If that was the feeling Keaton felt when I was hit by that car… I-… I don’t wanna feel that every again… It felt like I was dying again." She explained while tears fell down her cheeks. Noah wanted to wipe them away but he decided against it, fearing he would lose her again.

Jules squeezed his hands harder.

"When I saw you making an appointment with your therapist and doing rather well after I left that night… I just didn’t want to disturb you again." Jules explained, only interrupted by her own cries.

Noah's heart sank. He knew he wasn’t doing well and he did everything he could to change that again but seeing her so broken because of his action made it even worse for him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her and yet it seemed it was the only thing that brought them together. Hurting each other…

"I'm supposed to help you when you are in trouble. Prevent you from bad things but I feel like I’m the trigger to get you to do bad things and that’s just because I was so dumb to show myself." She rambled on, feeling a sense of relief from finally letting go of her thoughts. Noah's eyes became watery.

"But the biggest mistake was to let you touch me, Noah, because-…" Jules stopped mid-sentence, in hopes she could calm herself down, but nothing helped. The tears were flowing like there was no tomorrow.

"Tell me, Jules." Noah asked with a raspy voice from trying to hold his tears back.

"Because we both know this was the moment there was no going back." Jules whispered and sniffled quietly. Her gaze fell down to their hands, both of them holding each other with such force, as if one of them would explode into the nothingness.

Noah slowly let go of one of her hands and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Than he placed his hand under her chin to make her look at him. This was enough for Jules.

Everything she desperately wanted to keep from him broke out of her.

"I don’t even know if these feelings are real…" Jules let out and stopped in her tracks again. Noah gave her an encouraging look to go on.

"I feel so alive with you… You make me feel alive, Noah." She whispered and stared into his brown eyes.

For a couple of seconds, they just looked at each other, both processing what Jules had just said. And than… Noah broke.

"You're someone worth staying alive for, Jules."

Jules blinked for a second, trying to fight the urge of getting closer to Noah, but Noah took the decision from her when he mumbled "Fuck it..." and not even a second later grabbed Jules face and let their lips connect.

As their lips met, the scent of his cologne enveloped Jules, making her head spin with desire. Noah felt exactly the same. The warmth of her kiss spread through him like a comforting blanket on a chilly night.

For a second, both of them forgot how fucked up their situation was. They just pretended they were two adults, connect by fate. It was a bittersweet exchange, a mixture of longing and fulfillment that lingered in the air.

Their bodies gravitated toward each other, closing the distance as if pulled by an invisible force. Soon, Jules was being pulled onto Noah's lap and let her arms fall around his neck, while he grabbing onto her waist as if she would vanish any second.

Nothing even compared to the sensation Jules felt in that moment. Noah was the only thing on her mind and nothing was going to stop that. It felt like she only existed for this exact moment. To be close to him, to be held by him. All of his was new for her but she felt this deep need to get even closer to him.

For Noah, it felt like he had eaten the forbidden fruit. He had been in situations like this before but nothing in the world was able to compete with the feelings that washed over him, while his lips collided with Jules'.

When they finally pulled away, the air between them crackled with a newfound energy, the unspoken promise of what was to come. Their eyes met, a silent conversation passing between them, unlocking emotions that had long been hidden.

Jules' lips were red and puffy, while Noah's hair was even wilder then it had been just a couple of minutes ago.

Moments of silence passed between them, both getting lost in each others eyes.

Right as Noah was about to break this silence, Jules became bold. She closed their distance again, not being able to stand even a slight loss of contact with Noah. She felt her heart beating so fast that she was convinced for a second that she was in fact still alive.

She tried to push her thoughts of the future away as Noah's hands slipped under the plain shirt she wore. Jules shivered under his touch.

Even though Jules had no idea what she was doing, she let her feelings get a hold of her and began kissing down Noah's tattooed neck. She felt like she was going to explode when she heard his heavy breaths. Her hand grabbed the base of his hair without a second thought when Noah suddenly thrusted his hips up.

Jules moaned out in a mix of confusion and arousal. She couldn't believe this was really happening. She never made anyone feel the way Noah felt right now.

Noah pushed her slightly against him when she lifted her head again to look into his love drunk eyes.

"Are you okay?" Noah mumbled out, waiting for Jules' consent to the situation.

Jules looked at him for a short second before nodding frantically. She needed more. She needed Noah.

When she tried to kiss him again, he slightly backed away, a smirk on his face. "Use your words, Jules."

"I'm-..." Jules struggled to get out, "I'm more than okay, Noah."

Their lips connected again in a heated kiss and seemingly everything went fast, just like their whole relationship.

They helped each other out of their shirts, before Noah turned them around, hovering over the angel in front of him. He tried not to think about the fact that he was in fact making out with a somewhat ghost.

Jules was real to him. Jules was everything he needed right now.

He planted some soft kisses on her skin and felt how his lips began to prickle. This felt so unreal to him.

"You look so fucking beautiful." He breathed out while letting his hands run over her upper body. Jules felt goose bumps forming all over her skin. She couldn't quite comprehend how she was the angel in their position when every single touch of his felt so godlike.

“I-… I feel like I need more.” Jules said quietly even though it came out more like a desperate plea.

Noah’s hand traveled up to her breast slowly, pinching her hardened nipple for a short second. He didn’t miss how Jules thrusted herself against his thigh for a short second.

“Does it feel good?” Noah breathed out with a faint smile on his face before kissing Jules’ cheek.

Even though Jules had little to no experience, she noticed how he tried to tease her, but she wasn’t able to mock him back. She needed him so bad.

Jules whined out Noah’s name. “It feels so good.”

Noah kissed her deeply, quickly involving his tongue to get a taste of her. Jules couldn’t help but moan into his kiss loudly. Noah loved it, getting addicted to every precious noise he brought out of Jules. Just when Noah brought his knee between her legs, Jules swore she was about to die again. She couldn’t believe this whole thing was even better than she read in her little novels back when she was living in her small flat. Although their kisses slowed down a bit, their actions didn’t.

Jules shyly let her hand travel down Noah’s body, finding its way on his hardness. Noah felt like he was going to explode.

“God. Where did you learn that?” He moaned out in surprise, still not quite processing what was happening while Jules’ moves let him sink deeper into his delusion.

“You know? Reading books can help.” Jules smiled into the kiss, noticing how she got even wetter at his exclaim.

Her hand gripped him harder.

Noah let out a deep moan as he kissed down her neck and moved the hand that was previously placed on her breast down her stomach. Shortly they found their place on her clothed core. It didn’t take him long to push through the waistband of her shorts and she started to lightly massage her clit.

“Holy.” She moaned into his mouth while arching her back.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Noah whined out, causing Jules to giggle.

“And here I thought I was a reason to stay alive for.” She whispered out with a smile, causing Noah to tease her wet entrance with his fingers before going back to her clit again. Noah smiled at her aroused expression.

“You’re going to be the death of my piece and mind.” He corrected himself, before Jules let go of his hardness to help him get her out of her last pieces of clothing.

Looking at his angel in all her glory was mind blowing to Noah. He was sure he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he looked at her beauty. It felt like she was glowing, and Noah just craved her taste even more.

But he wanted to take it slow. He didn’t know if this was the last time. He didn’t know if they were going back to their weird state of knowing about each other but ignoring their connection at the same time. He would do everything in his power to burn these images in both of their heads.

He circled her clit faster and faster as he leaned forward to kiss Jules deeply. He swallowed every moan of her as he felt himself get more and more aroused.

Then, for a moment, he stopped and looked the girl under him in the eyes, asking for silent consent. Jules slightly nodded; her mind clouded with the man in front of her.

“Please.” Jules groaned as she felt his fingers sink into her deeper and deeper.

“You’re so tight, I can barely fit my fingers in.” Noah teased the girl as he, again, kissed her neck.

Jules gripped Noah’s hair tightly as she pushed herself down on his hand. It was a brand-new sensation for her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t touched herself during her lifetime, but feeling Noah’s fingers inside of her felt like she was meant to be his.

Noah quickened his pace, while his other hand found it’s way to her cheek, caressing it with softness. Her moans echoed through the room, and he wanted nothing more but to record them and play them over and over as if it was his favorite song.

Jules leaned forward to catch Noah’s lips again. Jules didn’t know what had come over her but everything just felt so good and right.

“Fuck, you are perfect.” Noah muttered into the kiss. “Please… Please come for me. You can do it.”

And Jules did. The words and moans that come out of her mouth nearly made Noah come on the spot. She barely had the strength anymore to tell him how good he made her feel while she began shaking in pleasure. All she could do was running her fingernails over his bare back.

For a couple of seconds, Jules just whimpered in ecstasy.

“Your voice is my favorite sound.” Noah whispered and peppered kisses on her cheek as she came down from her high.

All Jules could do was capture Noah’s lips in another kiss, showing her gratefulness to share this moment with him. The kiss became deeper as she wrapped her arms around him, catching him in a firm embrace. She couldn’t let go of him.

Noah let it happen. He also slung his arms around her as if life depended on it. But hugging each other seemingly didn’t do enough anymore.

“Again…” Jules mumbled into his shoulder, causing Noah to widen his eyes. “I need you.”

“Shit… You really want to?” Noah asked, making sure he wasn’t dreaming right now. He lifted his body up slightly, to look her in the eyes.

“I need to feel you, Noah.” Jules whined and left the man over her speechless.

Fuck.

Noah needed to calm himself down. He was already so close to letting go of himself, when he simple looked at his angel. Even now, with the remains of their shared moment hanging in the air, he wondered how it would feel to be inside of her. That’s when he allowed himself to think about the fact that Jules was in fact not a person wandering this earth. He was kind of sleeping with a ghost… Or going insane… Probably both.

“We don’t need t-…” – “I want to, Noah.”

Noah let out a deep breath, nearly unable to ignore his own lust. Jules noticed the conflict going on in his head and quickly came to his rescue. She captured him in a sweet and soft kiss.

“I promise. I want this.” She muttered against his lips. “I want to be close to you. Do you want to?”

Noah nearly crumbled because of her words. Of course, he wanted her. So badly.

Noah swallowed hardly before deciding to let go. He quickly got out of his clothes, giving Jules almost no time to look at his beauty, before coming back to her, kissing her with such force, she nearly moaned again.

He placed himself between her open legs, thrusting his hardness against her pussy a few times, while analyzing her reaction with great interest. Jules took in every second she had with Noah. She was willing to do nothing else for the rest of her weird existence.

If Jules hadn’t already corrupted every little space of Noah’s thoughts, she would have done it now. Everything he could feel, taste, sense… It was Jules. Everything was Jules.

Jules shyly reached down to grab his erection and ran her hands up and down for a couple of times. Noah meanwhile began to shake under her touch. “It feels so good.”

His words hypnotized Jules as she circled her hand over his tip and stroked it a few more times. She would have never thought everything would lead to this moment. Jules felt her heat throb before moving her hips slightly upwards to guide his hardness into her.

Just the tip sinking into her, made both of them moan out. For a moment, Noah stayed still as he watched the woman move her hips even more to give him better entrance. Inch by inch, his cock sank into her, their breaths and whines echoing through the room as he stretched her out.

Noah begged this wasn’t just a dream. It felt more real than anything ever before.

“You’re taking me so well, angel.” He breathed out before placing a small kiss on her lips.

“You feel so good.” Jules answered him and looked into his eyes lovingly.

With that he finally thrusted into her. Everything aligned in that moment. All the moments they shared, all the fights, all the difficulties, all the feelings. Everything felt like it happened to bring them to this moment. It was as if they were the only to individuals existing in that moment. Sweet words were whispered into the heavy air of the room as the both of them gave each other exactly what they craved. Each other.

“Keep going. Noah. You feel so good.” Jules whisper shouted.

“God…” Noah moaned. “I love this so much.”

His pace became faster.

Without even thinking, Jules let out her next words. “I wanna feel your cum.”

Noah’s whole body prickled at her words. He couldn’t form words anymore, everything was hazed with the emotions he felt for her. He loved her. He loved being with her. He craved her.

Jules moved to meet his thrusts. Noah bit his lip. “You’re taking me so well.”

Jules kissed him again, feeling like she had never felt more emotions at the same time in her life.

“That’s it. Let go, Jules.” Noah grunted, making sure to give Jules her time. He was hitting all the perfect spots.

His thrusts became harder, while he captured her hands above her head, getting even better excess. They moaned in sync. It was their final straw.

They both came with a loud moan, his cum spilling inside of her with each thrust. For a few moments, their heavy breaths were the only thing that filled the room. Both coming down from their highs with a few kisses, all filled with the silent confessions of love.

When Noah caught his breath again, he kissed Jules again. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“So are you.” Jules answered him with a sweet smile while she gazed over his face. He was in fact so beautiful. From his dark brown eyes that held so many secrets, to the small freckles plastered over his face.

Slowly, Noah let himself fall into his bed, cuddling into her side immediately.

Jules, meanwhile, stared at the ceiling of Noah’s room, while her thoughts began to flow her brain. This actually happened. She, an individual dangling between life and death, had sex with the person she was supposed to guard. But he wasn’t just any person. He was Noah. Her Noah.

It took the two a couple of minutes, maybe an hour to finally speak up again.

“You don’t even know how much you mean to me.” Noah whispered out and brushed a strand of her out of her face. His anxiety had also caught up to him, but he tried to ignore it for a second longer while laying there.

Jules bit her lip. Her heart skipped a beat at his words, even though she tried to function normally again. “I can’t even describe what you mean to me.”

She turned to look into his eyes. She quickly noticed they both knew what was eventually going to happen now.

“One night.” Noah whispered in a pleading tone. “One night, where we don’t think about it.”

Jules swallowed hard. She knew it was going to end rather soon than late. She didn’t want it to but she knew it had to go this way. So, she nodded.

“One night.”

With that she leaned forward and kissed him again. She kissed him with such force, he wouldn’t have any chance to miss what she was trying to say.

After that, they got even closer to each other, letting each other embrace the love they shared for a moment…

One night…

PART ELEVEN

[domainedewinter]

A night to learn - Part 2/2

Summary: Aemond woke up in the middle of the night to hear his brother running from the house, again. He found him and decided to give him what he needed to keep him with him.

Warnings: DUBCON, TYPICAL TARGARYEN INCEST, profanity, innuendo, he/him pronouns, , fingering, oral m receiving, toxic behaviour, SoftDom!Aemond, MxM, begging, nsfw.

Rating: 18+, MDNI

English is not my first language.

Aegon's moans filled the room in an utterly humiliating manner; If a few hours earlier he had known that he would find himself under his little brother, moaning like this, he would never have believed it.

Aemond was in private as he always was: meticulous and perfectly in control of himself and of the one in his hands. Aegon even wondered what experience his brother had to do this with such ease.

Because the very thought that his brother had slept with other people seemed incredible to him.

Aemond's hand had left the elder's cock to pull down his pants, growling in frustration, as if the fact that he was wearing clothes upset him. He took a moment to pull back his body and head, just enough to look at him and his gaze only burned Aegon’s skin in a new way. He felt his cheeks flush violently and turned his head over his shoulder when his mouth was free. “Aem.. what... are you..?”

“Shht, let me look at you. You’re not usually modest, why be so now.”

Aegon was not suffering from excessive modesty, he was simply not reassured to ignore his younger brother's thoughts.

Aegon swallowed hard, jumping when a hand wandered over his back and down to his ass, the fingers he himself had moistened coming to caress the entrance to his body. A breath caught in his throat and he tensed, but soon Aemond grabbed him by the hair again to pull his head back, making him groan.

“Relax. Since you run into dangers and strangers every night, I’ll make sure I find a way to put an end to this.”

As he spoke, his thumb pressed harder against his brother's puckered hole and Aegon wanted to lower his head and muffle his moans against the mattress, something Aemond did not allow him.

“Please…don’t…don’t hurt me.”

For a second, Aemond stopped moving, looking at him almost in shock, then furrowed his thin silver eyebrows. But soon, he regained consistency and pressed his burning chest against Aegon's stiff and almost trembling back, now drawing small circles against his entrance, forcing the elder's body to open for him.

His lips came to curl against his ear.

“If I want to hurt you, if I want to ravage your ass to the point you're unable to walk for the next few days, then I'll do it, again and again until you learn your lesson, brother.”

A sob of fear escaped Aegon who wanted to turn around, but once again, he was not allowed to do so, placing his hands against the mattress ready to struggle more if his little brother followed through on his threats. He was scared now, as scared as Aemond wanted him to be.

“But that’s not what I want to do to you. It will only be the last solution if the first does not put you in line.” With the tip of his tongue, he gently licked Aegon's earlobe, who shivered, this time with pleasure, and bit his lip, impatient to know what Aemond had in mind. “I’m going to take care of filling your pretty little ass, so full of me that you won’t be able to think about anything else. I’m going to make you cum so hard, feel so overwhelmed submitting to me and loving it, that you’ll never run outside again.”

As he finished his sentence, Aemond gave the elder no chance to respond, pushing his thumb fully into him several times before replacing it with his index and middle fingers, but Aegon leaned further on the bed, trying to escape the intrusion.

“Aemond, it’s too fast…slow down…you’re going too fast.” His voice was hoarse and breathless, the sensation making sweat bead on his body and it only made Aemond's predatory smile widen. “Nothing is ever too much for you, you always want more so believe me, I won’t stop until you are ready to welcome my cock inside you.”

Nibbling his ear now, he reveled in the way Aegon's ass clenched around his fingers and how, when he made a movement that was as calculated as it was precise, Aegon almost cried out with pleasure.

“Shh, there it is, that feels good doesn’t it? Now relax. I love hearing you scream but I want to make sure you're ready to take me inside you, because that's what you're going to do, right? Let me open your perfect ass until my cock can burn you from the inside out.”

A sinister, impatient laugh escaped him. “And you’re going to love it.”

Violently withdrawing his fingers, causing a certain frustration and incomprehension in Aegon, he stood up and quickly freed both of them of the last barriers that the clothes created around their bodies, the last barrier between them.

Aemond's long, thin fingers returned to tangle in his brother's shaggy hair as he stood up, placing the latter's face right in front of his manhood.

“Now make that mouth useful and make my cock nice, hard and wet enough to split you open.”

Aegon knew the moment he met his brother's gaze that this wasn't going to be gentle, that he wasn't going to take the same precautions with his mouth as he did with his ass but decided to not provoke him despite everything.

“Open your mouth, tongue out.”

He obeyed, and when Aemond's cock slid along his tongue, he could taste the salty taste of desire that must have been building in the younger brother during the last few minutes. Finding it strange at first, he began to close his lips around his brother's length and sucked, loving the weight of his desire on his tongue and the murmurs of pleasure it created from him. His hands came to grip his angular hips and quickly, Aemond made him speed up the movement, guiding his head as he wanted, and when he hit the back of his throat, he felt the heat tightening on him but was surprised not to see Aegon try to fight him off. Instead, he welcomed him as much as possible and let him fuck his face, tears rolling down his cheeks and his lips red and bruised from the assault.

“You do this very well, brother, really well. If I had known that your mouth could one day bring me so much pleasure.”

He chuckled darkly before picking his brother up and throwing him onto the bed. Aegon fell onto his back, panting, his face turned messy just as Aemond found he liked it. “Lie down, grab your legs under your knees and pull them up.”

Since Aegon seemed hesitant, understanding how open and vulnerable the position would make him, Aemond decided to take matters into his own hands, putting them under Aegon's knees and pushing until his knees touched his chest.

“Hold them.”

With an uncertain nod, Aegon obeyed and looked down to see his cock throbbing and leaking, his legs spread and his entrance on full display for his brother. He would then be able to use it exactly as he wished, his shameless eye looking where it would very soon sink into him.

Aemond spat into his hand, making a mental note to bring a more suitable lubricant for the next time because, next time there would be, and spread his saliva along his shaft, slowly before positioning the top of his cock to the entrance to his body.

“Eyes on me when I take what’s mine, watch me fuck you.”

The boldness and confidence of this man would always amaze Aegon, especially after knowing the uncertain and frightened little boy he had sometimes been.

Aegon's gaze locked with his, staring into his single lilac eye as he entered him, pushing all the way in, slowly but without stopping, not giving him time to adjust before he was completely in him, up to the hilt.

The vice of flesh around him was velvet, vibrating and burning and it was the best feeling Aemond had ever experienced. If until now he had already thought about starting again, he was now certain that he would never want to stop.

“Aemond!! It burns!”

“Breathe, love, breathe.” With his fingertips, he brushed back some silver curls that fell on his brother's forehead, caressing him gently just before leaning down and kissing him, swallowing the moan of pain that escaped his lips.

“Your body will get used to me. Let me make you feel good.”

His other hand snaked between their bodies to find his brother's cock and begin stroking it up and down, already finding it hard. With his thumb, he came to play on the top before starting again but still without moving inside of Aegon. 

He gave him a few indulgent seconds to adjust, his breath short and his heart pounding, until Aegon's tear-filled eyes soothed and his body relaxed, his hands roaming over his shoulders and he clings to him, nodding gently, giving Aemond the sign he had been waiting for to resume.

His thrusts were precise and deep, as if he were looking for something and, the minute he found it, a catlike smile appeared on his lips as he heard Aegon groan in surprise, his large lilac eyes wide with astonishment, questioning. 

“It’s good, right here, hm?

Another thrust and Aegon wondered why he found himself unable to contain his pleasure, why his whole body was numbed by this sensation he had never felt before and which electrified his body with desire.

He could feel his brother's manhood thrusting in and out of him with such force that he wondered if he would ever get up again. “The next time I fuck you, it will be on your hands and knees, and I will make you scream loud, so loud, I can’t wait to ravage your pretty little ass on display just for me.. but for tonight, I want to see your face, and I want to be sure that you see mine at the moment when you are completely lost in pleasure.”

A strange apprehension passed through Aegon's body, a pleasant fear, a promise that made him long for that next time to come.

But soon his thoughts had to cease their wandering, forcibly, because only pleasure had a place in his mind, completely clouded with it, having eyes only for his little brother who had become such a fierce man.

Aegon nodded frantically, tightening his grip on Aemond's shoulders.

“Aemond.. I.. I can’t hold on any longer, I feel weird.”

Of course he felt strange but since no one had ever done this to him before, he could only guess that he was going to cum, not used to feeling it from the inside.

Aemond's smile disappeared, giving way to the seriousness that usually characterized him when he relentlessly tapped, again and again on that spot that made Aegon scream.

“Hu-hu,” he scolded, “If you want to cum, ask politely.”

Aegon growled, hating being ordered around and never having had to belittle himself like this during an intimate act, usually being the one to say his words. However, he obeyed, feeling that Aemond's authority sent other electric and exhilarating waves through his body.

“Please, let me cum, please, please..” he began to whisper like a prayer and it was with indulgence that Aemond responded to his desire, fucking him and stroking his cock on the verge of exploding faster as he was pounding him from the inside.

Aegon arched his back, his breath caught and his moans swallowed by his brother as he came.

He didn't know how long the pleasure lasted through him but he could have put his hand to it as he had never had an orgasm so long and so good, so powerful.

A muffled moan from his plump, bruised lips echoed as his brother withdrew, and when he was finally able to open his eyes again, Aegon rolled onto his side, turning towards Aemond who was lying on his stomach, near him.

“Are you full enough of me to be calm now? Just know that if you’re not, the minute your unruly little mind wakes up again, I’ll be there to fuck you again.”

A slight and almost shy smile appeared on Aegon's face. "Is it a promise?"

This response surprised Aemond who chuckled, crossing his arms under his head to rest his cheek on them and look at him.

Aegon ran his hand through his hair to brush back his light curls then sat up on his elbows, running his fingers over his brother's shoulders.

Since he let himself be done, Aegon continued, going down on his back then placing his hand on his little brother's ass, looking up at him.

“Hmm?” the youngest asked, seeing the interest flash in his brother's eyes but wanting to hear what was on his mind. "What's up?"

Aegon seemed to hesitate for a moment, coming to press a little closer against his brother while continuing to caress his back and ass. “And you, will you let me do it? Will you let me take you?” He had lost his temper at his brother's directives, had let Aemond drag him to their house and use him, use his body as he wished, but now that he was completely sober of fear and apprehension he had felt, his body warming and calming after Aemond had taken care of it, he was regaining confidence.

“After all, baby brother, I’m pretty sure the only gift our parents gave me was a perfect little brother to fuck. Just for me.” Aemond didn't show it visibly but a little smirk appeared at the corners of his lips, amused at the idea of ​​exchanging roles and even if he had said nothing, neither nodded nor refused, Aegon already knew that the answer was yes.

[tupperwaretub]

Blood-Ridden (part 2)

Pairing: Joel Miller x (firefly)male! Reader

Warnings: tiny tiny sexual theme, imagery of abuse, violence and gore, attempted suicide, intrusive thoughts and some throwing up 😉

Summary: Tommy's brother joel is over and after a argument and storming out you meet someone who makes you feel a way you haven't felt in 10 years.

(set 10 years after the first one, you're well acquainted with joel and tess)

(blue and red text is for thoughts reader has sort of like a angel and devil on each shoulder kind of deal)

Part 1: here

Part 3: here

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It's been ten years since you first met Tommy, since he first introduced you to the fireflies and gave you what you considered to be a family and a home. The fireflies were your family, your not-so-little messed up family of wanted terrorists and you felt happy. Sometimes for a second you forget the problems with the world, everything for just a moment is good again.

But its always hard to forget the things you've done. The people you have killed, ten years ago you couldn't even shoot a gun and now... Well now you're some sort of monster, you can't look at yourself in the mirror without hating what you've become but you keep on killing? You think it's become some kind of natural reaction to danger or a threat to, slit their throat, beat them in with a wrench or... This one you liked to call a 'merciless macdonwald' where you do a shit job at slicing them from their abdomen to their cheeks and then... You need to stop thinking about this, it's not doing you any good for your guilty conscience, what's wrong with you, you freak, you monster, you fucking-

Your thoughts were broken by the door to you and Tommy's shared apartment opening, you jolted up to sit on the uncomfortable couch you were laying on- stupid thing all the springs are broken and theres a patch of damp on one of the pillows. You look up and see tommy with his brother, Joel what a dick he pisses you off so much you should just-

"hey y/n, we wake you?" Tommy asks with a soft smile. "No, no. I was awake, just thinking" you reply, returning the smile.

"Me and Joel are gonna hang out here for a while if thats alright?" You know he's only asking because he knows you and Joel don't tend to get on, but he also knows what you're going to say. "Yeah that's fine." You reply and he smiled back as a silent thank you.

You slowly stand up, getting off of the couch letting out a small groan. You've lost count of the amount of times you've been, hit, punched, scratched, cut, shot at... You could go on forever, but the main point is your body is spotted in bruises and cuts constantly. The bruises are only from people trying to protect themselves against you, they dont want to die you freak. No, no, most of the time they shot or swung first dont pin this on me like I'm some mindless sociopath! At this point you are! Am not! Oh yeah you are, sometimes you barely have the courteousy to put them out of the their misery! How is not actually killing them bad now? You like to watch them writhe around and scream for you to help them don't you, you get off on it! Yeah you do! Don't deny it!

"you gonna keep starin' at that wall or are you gonna answer me?" You quickly swung your neck around to see who was talking, it was joel. "What did you say?" You ask trying to be polite and answer whatever he had to say to you. "Jeez, someone's losin' it. Tommy's got rations." He remarks and walks away. Losing it? Losing it? You're not losing it! Hes losing it!

"I'm not losing it asshole. Can't a guy think anymore?" You bark back. "Guys! Don't do this now, lets just eat and be functional for just a second?" Tommy quickly says before Joel could get the chance to say something snarky back at you.

You grab your rations, a little too aggressively but only because Joel still has you riled up and angry, and you go sit on the couch again. The food is some disgusting tasteless jerky, honestly doesn't make you any less hungry and you wonder what it's made out of.

"you ever thought about leaving the fireflies" you overhear Joel asking Tommy. "No, we fight for a good cause. You don't like FEDRA either Joel, we're just using our hate into something productive. Y/n gets it." Tommy replies and you turn around to look at him. "Yeah." You say taking the last bite of the whatever-the-hell jerky you got given, with that you get up and go to the sink to get a drink. FEDRA might be fascist assholes but they do still give you running water..

"y/n only gets it because hes a firefly to. And you really believe killing people is productive?" Joel snaps back and tommy. "It was productive before, dont talk to me like you're innocent Joel." Tommy replies, he sounds like hes losing his mind here. "You're right, but at least i stopped."

"will you shut the fuck up Joel?! I swear to God you can't go a single second without saying something and being an asshole to anyone, it makes me want to-" you shut your mouth knowing your thoughts were about the get the better of you, you can't let that happen, you can't.

"want to what, y/n. Go on, what d'you wanna do to me?" Joel says, you can't tell what hes trying to do - is he trying to get a rise out of you? Make you say something you'll regret? You can't say what you're thinking Tommy will hate you! Tell him.

Tell him every last little thing you've dreamt of doing to him, all the disgusting images in your head of you killing him. Cmon dont be such a pussy-

You quickly storm out of the apartment, you can't, you can't let your thoughts get the best of you. Be stronger than your thoughts, they're in your head, they're harmless, nothing to worry about, they're -

Suddenly you bump into someone causing you both to stumble. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Here let me help you" you say quickly grabbing the persons hand and helping them up. Once they were up you finally got a good look at them, you'd bumped into a really handsome man- he had blonde hair and gorgeous blue/grey eyes you could just drown in. You felt yourself getting embarrassed.

"thankyou, hey it's no problem, things happen." He says with a bright smile, he reminded you of a golden retriever. "Hey uh... What's you're name?" You ask him, sounding quite timid against your own will. "Names Charlie, you?"

"y/n" you reply still admiring him.

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Two years, you and Charlie had been attached by the hip he asked you to be his boyfriend a month after meeting him. Spending these two years with him is up their in the best times of your life, but the standards for that list dropped significantly at the start of the infection so just having a relationship with someone feels like heaven.

Though, recently he's started becoming distant. So, when Marlene asked the two of you to leave the QZ and search for supplies needed to create some more explosives you were over the moon, hoping it'll bring you two closer together again.

"y/n ans charlie, you two can go together to collect supplies." Marlene said pointing at the two of you. You smiled at Charlie, but he seemed disappointed "you're kidding right? You're putting him with me? Can't i go with Tommy or something?" Charlie pleaded. "What do you mean? Is working with me really that bad?" You ask, offended.

"stop, both of you. You're working together thats final." She ordered, then showing you the route on the map.

An hour later you and Charlie were outside the QZ, it was late and you still had a mile before the first rest stop. You decide asking Charlie about his reaction earlier might be a good idea. "Charlie." You begin.

"what do you want?" He replies with malice. "What the hell is your problem with me? We're supposed to be a couple but you're treating me like shit!"

"you ever thought maybe you're an annoying peice of shit and deserve to be treated like one?" Charlie says without hesitation. You go silent, confused why suddenly he hates your guts. But, you start thinking- he's always pushed limits with how he treats you, you were just blinded with love. You think back to a time where you were showering together, when he suddenly put his hand to your throat at first you laughed and thought he wanted to have a bit of fun. But then he applied some pressure, he just kept putting more and more pressure onto your throat until you couldn't breathe, when he pulled away he just left you in the bathroom with your neck already bruising.

Now you see why Tommy only ever speaks to him when hes been forced to work with him, tommy realised much earlier how he was treating you, he tried to warn you why didnt you do anything? Stupid, stupid, stupid, maybe you wouldn't have fallen in love with him and you wouldn't be in this situation.

You kept your mouth shut until you got the the first rest point, Charlie flopped onto a shitty old couch while you got to work setting up a fire and your sleeping bags.

"why do you have such a problem with me?" You finally ask. "Dunno you just piss me off, stop asking questions." He spits. "What? No! I want to know what i ever did to you to deserve treatment like this!" You start feeling extremely pissed off.

Charlie jolts up and walks towards you "Maybe it's all these God damn fucking questions you keep asking thats making me treat you this way! I don't want to have to be such a dick! You're making me be this way!" He screams at you, some of his spit getting on your face. The argument gets progressively more heated before Charlie seemingly snaps and hits you around the face and pushes you to the ground with a strong grip on your throat. You're gasping for air while clawing at his hands.

Get out of his grip and rip him to fucking shreds, you want to you know you want to. He'll kill you if you dont kill him! Show him that side of you only Tommy's seen!

That was it, you kicked Charlie's crotch with all your might causing him to scream and jolt backwards. You quickly scrambled to your feet and grab a metal pipe laying in a scrap pile next to you. All you see is red as you close in on him. Blood splatters onto your torso and face, soon you were seeing a sight you were familiar with. A person on the floor Infront of you with their face bashed in - unrecognisable. When you came to your senses you started to hyperventilate, what had you done, you killed Charlie.

Your only idea was to grab your gun put it to your chin and fire. Your gun was in your back pocket, you grab it and put it to your chin, your hand shaking, your breathing frantic and tears leaving your eyes. Do it. And you fired.

You were still alive? What the hell was going on? It all came to you as you felt you face and saw your own blood on your hand, and then a suddenly twang of pain on your face. You had missed, you had missed and the bullet just left a wound up your face. Fuck. Idiot how the hell do you miss your own head?!

You pack your stuff up leaving every peice of Charlie's belongings there and quickly went in the direction of the QZ, you thought if you run fast enough it'll still be dark when you get through.

A couple hours later you had made it through and into the QZ, the sun was rising as you entered you and Tommy's apartment. Joel was asleep on the couch, you coming through the door didnt wake him so he had clearly taken something to fall asleep. You woke Tommy though and as you were catching your breath against the door a frightened Tommy stood opposite to you.

"shit, y/n what the fuck happened." He asks with his face covered in worry. He took a few steps towards you. You can't even fucking trust yourself not to kill him, your best friend, you're deranged don't go near him. "Don't! Just don't! Stay there!" Tears started to escape from your eyes again when you couldn't catch your breath. You directed yourself to the sink and immediately washed your hands and face, you kept trying to catch your breath but ended up just vomiting into the sink letting all of the anxiety, regret and worry out. Only then were you able to gasp and catch your breath and you collapsed to the floor leaning against the cabinet behind you and your face in your hands. Don't act like you feel guilty, you enjoyed bashing his skull in.

Tommy approached you. "Can i come closer?" You only nodded and he sat next to you. "Can i ask? I was thinkin' if i know to i can help tell Marlene once you've slept." You sat there in silence for a moment longer. Why did you let him get closer? Who knows what you'll do.

"i killed him" you blurted out. "Who? Charlie?" You nodded. "He, hit me. He put his hands on my neck he tried to - " you quickly took a deep breath not wanting to freak yourself out again. "He try to kill you?" You nodded. Yeah thats right you killed him it's all your fault.

Tommy went silent before asking "are you worried Marlene is going to react bad?" You just nod again, worrying any words that come out are going to be accompanied with tears. "She wont, trust me y/n. She tends to be pretty reasonable and she damn well likes you I'll tell ya that." He reassured you. Hes lying to make you feel better, Marlene is going to hate you just like everyone else."Right." You finally say. "Well that slice on your face is pretty bad, let me see what i can do." Tommy grabbed the box of smuggled in first aid supplies and managed to give you a couple stitches and patch up most of it, though it was awkward with the direction the bullet went in. It meant the wound was deep and bleeding quite a bit and patching it up is awkward and difficult. "Sure is gonna leave a nasty scar." He mentions. "I know." You say simply. "Well you should rest up, wake me if you need anything. Please." "Alright Tommy." And with that you both went to bed, but you barely slept, all you saw was Charlie's bashed in skull.

The next day you explained to Marlene what happened, not letting a single emotion slip infront of her. Tommy was right, she was very reasonable and you appreciated it but she had to send Tommy and a newer firefly out to get the supplies you failed to get meaning you'd be alone in the apartment for at least a day. You'll figure out a way to keep your head occupied. It'll be okay, Marlene took the situation well and Tommy is only away for a day. Or you could try again.. do it right this time.

You wished tommy the best of luck as he set off with the younger man and then made your way back to your apartment flopping onto the couch.

Shit it was quiet. Occupying your head was going to be a bit more difficult than you thought. You got up and got onto your hands and knees pulling up a floor board, under it was smuggled medications and weapons but also some books. You'd managed to smuggle in some random books you must've read over a thousand times. You picked up a book that was written by love craft, you remember finding this one in a vintage bookstore you and tommy set up shop in one time on a supply run, the innards of the book made you chuckle so you let your wants get the best of you and took it. Reading that book for the first time it was so strange it really made you laugh, read that! It'll make you feel much better! Do it. Try again.

You let out a small chuckle as you put the floor board back and sat on the couch opening the book up. Once you'd settled in reading the book the door suddenly opened to show a pretty soggy Joel, you hadn't noticed that it was raining outside. Joel! Now you're not so lonely this will be nice! Make it a murder suicide, you hate him, you could kill him and then yourself!

"wheres Tommy?" He asks out of breath.

"out on a supply run, why? Something happen?" You ask getting worried but he just shakes his head. "No, im just getting old is all." He closes the door and walks over to the countertop to grab the cloth and attempt to dry off his hair. "The hell happened to your face?" He asks setting the cloth down. "Just dont ask, not in the mood." You reply still trying to read your book.

Joel went quiet and the room was filled with an awkward silence.

"y'know, five years ago... I tried to... Well." Joel finally says. You turn around to look at him. "Yeah?" "Yeah. I guess, it was a mix of everything I'd lost and... Not seeing any kind of future for myself in here." You felt a twang of anxiety, not used to the honestly joel was showing you. "Basically i know what you're goin' through" he finishes. "I, uh. Thanks joel." The room went silent again but this time more comfortable than the last. This is nice, he really seems to like you.

"what ya reading?" Joels asks you as he picks up the cloth again to try and dry off his clothes as well as possible. You get up and walk over placing the book on the counter top. "Lovecraft, found it in a vintage bookstore on a supply run with Tommy." You give him a smug look which he chuckles at. "You can borrow it if you want, not sure if you're a big reader, i sure wasn't but man it passes time." You push the book a bit closer to him, he accepts. "Alright, I'll try it out but if its bad im pinning it on you." You both laugh. Wow he's just incredible, he has a lovely smile and a lovely laugh.

For a second you forgot how much you hated him, you kind of felt a bit warm inside when talking to him. It felt almost like butterflies but, you'd feel to guilty to admit that to yourself you just killed your ex boyfriend it would be sick to move on just like that. Then plus, Joel isn't gay, he hated your guts before now so theres no real chance.

"i would've done the same." Joel says. "What do you mean?" You look at him confused. "I overheard a few things when you had that conversation with Tommy. I would've done the same."

You look at the ground, do you really want to have this conversation right now? "You dont have to say anythin' but just so you know, i think you did the right thing, noone who thinks treating a person they're meant to love like that is right deserves that and worse." He puts a hand on your shoulder making you shiver. You look at him, he had his usual cold stare but you could sort of see some kind of care behind his gaze it made you feel warm again and fuzzy.

You couldn't help pull him into an embrace which he reciprocated almost instantly, you can't imagine how touch starved he must be so this hug might've just been what both of you needed...

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A/n: ANOTHER long one sorry bout that, just would like to take my time with this series and make sure its pretty damn detailed. the last thing I'd ever want is for someone to read my work not knowing something is in it and accidentally getting triggered- so also if i have missed any warnings PLEASE tell me 🙇

Also tysm all of you for the support, was fully expecting part 1 to flop y'all got me giggling and kicking my feet fr 🤭 hope you enjoyed.

[orangekittyenergy]

I want to know more about DurgeGale 😊

Argh my beloved longfic that I will never finish and keep stealing snippets from. ❤️😩

(this is just after they leave camp after Alfira and durge is forced to confront the fact that their whispered urges might not just be easily dismissed) Just wanted to do a fic about my durge and Gale and intrusive thoughts and anxiety and stuff - anyway heres a snip

It was all too much for her. All these people. Looking to her for guidance. Looking to her for hope. It was enough to make her sick to her stomach; if she hadn’t been already. She didn’t deserve their respect. She certainly didn’t deserve the care they obviously put towards her.

“I’m fine!” Morri barked out angrily and leaned up.

“I’m fine. I just need…” She looked around at their expectant faces, all looking at her with varying degrees of pity or concern. Already, in spite of feeling sick, she could feel the great tidalwave of rage building within her. Feel her blood boiling, the oncoming surge of bloodlust quivering in wait just below her skin.Her fingers twitched as if to grab for her sword.

You are not one to be pitied. You could draw your sword and end them all right now and dance in their blood, her own mind whispered to her.

She shook her head of the thought. “I just need some water.” She gasped out instead before anything could take hold in her mind and lurched away from them. They were thankfully close to the stream where they found the owlbear cave. She stumbled down the hilly path, leaving their whispered talks behind, her head still throbbing.

Kneeling by the shore she reached into the cool water and splashed some on her face and neck. Closing her eyes a moment. Get a hold of yourself. She scolded herself. Her mind was spinning. She sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to calm the deep storm within. Trying to force away her own thoughts of painting the ground red with her companions blood.

After a moment she heard footsteps approach. She whipped her head around, ready to give a verbal thrashing to whoever was intruding her moment of peace, but to her surprise it was Gale. His face was soft and concerned and she stared at him a moment before swallowing down her angry words. She turned back to the water, cupping up another handful and dripping it onto her neck. He continued to approach, taking her silence as approval and joined her at the waters edge.

“Are you okay?” He asked tentatively. Morrigan let another deep breath out and nodded, finally looking up to him and meeting his eyes for the first time that day.

“I’ll be fine. Just overwhelmed.” She said quietly and dipped her hand in the cool water, letting it linger there for a moment. The soft steady trickling stream calmed her, seeming to still her otherwise flaming insides. She found herself thinking that she could just tip forward and fall in. Let her body slowly bump against the rocks and let the stream take her bruised body down and let this all be over.

“Its not surprising. You are having a perfectly normal reaction to...what is decidedly a very unnatural situation. There has been so much going on. And you shoulder so much yourself.” Gale said, interrupting her thought. She looked up to him again, her eyes softer this time and managed a small smile and a nod.

“I’m okay. Honestly. I just... need a minute.” She said, trying to reassure him with kind words more than she felt reassured herself. It wouldn’t be fine. She wouldn’t be okay. She turned away, her smile quickly fading, reminding herself she pledged to keep her distance from her companions. But most of all him. He seemed to stiffen, noticing the change in her face.

“I’ll give you...some space then.” He said, sounding a little sad and started to stand.

“Wait!” Morrigan said quickly, before she could stop herself and reached up. He crouched back down again, an almost hopeful smile playing at the edges of his mouth.

Don’t do this. You will absolutely ruin him. You will be making playthings with in his innards before long. He will never love you if he knew the true you. For once both sides of her mind whispered to her. She looked into his soft eyes, searching for the reflection of her in them, the person he saw in her.

“Stay. Please.” She pleaded quietly and reached out to touch his hand.

[f4iryjeons]

protect you from myself. 🎃 (M)

Ghostface jk x reader

genres: ESTABLISHED AU (obviously...) , horror?, this is basically the first scream movie, kinda very yandere, there’s a minor amount of smut idek if it could be called smut. 

warnings: murder, blood, yandere themes, jk is the king of gaslighting, describes unprotected sex, creepy neighbor, character death, jk low-key highkey almost gives the reader a concussion, I think he grabs her hair and licks blood from her head like once..., description of how jk loves 2 kill, jk fighting intrusive thoughts, jk kinda takes advantage of reader. knives!

an: im in a halloween-y mood, and I rewatched scream and I just had to... 

w/c: 7.7k

Things were getting hot. You could only focus on the warmth of Jeongguk’s body. His hands, his chest, his breath. Everything was so warm. His fingers left goosebumps in their path. His determined fingertips glazed your skin as they traveled up your skirt gradually. He’s testing the waters. He knows you want to wait until prom, but he can’t seem to obey. As much as he appears to agree with you, his mind and body are begging for other things. How can you be so cruel? You were such a tease. What did you expect? He’s a young 18-year-old boy who has needs, needs you keep toying with. You rocked your hips against the growing lump in his jeans, causing him to groan. “Don’t stop.” he sighs against your lips. His hands are now boldly gripping your ass. He swears he’s about to ascend to heaven.

The sounds of laughter and loud music were drowning out as you slowly slipped into the two of you, more and more. You and Jeongguk have been bathing in each other’s desire for almost a year now. You highly appreciate his patience. Most boys probably would dump you the moment you told them you wanted to wait to have sex. That’s how you knew it was real. He wasn’t in it for your body; he actually liked you.

You’re snatched out of your little world after a loud shriek seeped through the thin walls of the bedroom. Reluctantly, you pull away from him, placing your hands on his shoulders when he tries to chase you. You’re straddling him, his hands up your mini skirt and yours entangled in his hair. “What was that?” You mumble to him, looking down at him with alarm. “Someone probably drunk or something.” Jeongguk dismissed and leaned in to kiss you once again. Your lips met for a moment before you were pulling away again. “Kook, that sounded like Emily.” You were pulling away from him again, unable to shake the sound of her scream. He sighs, visibly annoyed. He’s about to dismiss it again when multiple screams erupted from the halls, and you were both quick standing to your feet and shooting out of the room.

The both of you come out to a large crowd of people swarming the bathroom. They were standing over what looked like someone passed out in the bathtub, but it was much darker than that. You glimpsed into the bathroom for a second, seeing the scene much clearly. You gasped, falling into Jeongguk’s chest when you saw Sara’s lifeless body laying in the bath, the tub overflowing with her own blood.

The next day at school everyone was talking: “did you see her body?” “I heard her throat was slit.” And the worse you’ve heard: “the killer was at the party.” Crazy theories about what happened to her aren’t all that haunt you. The fact that someone would do it is what shakes you up. Her murder wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t meant to be kept a secret. It causes shivers to rush down your spine.

You were strolling through the quad when Nayeon put her arm around you. “Jesus Yn, you look like shit! Did you sleep last night?” She asked, noting the bags under your eye from your lack of sleep. “No, how could you? Our friend was murdered.” You reply, your eyes following all the police cars and news vans parked at the school. “I heard her organs were floating in the tub.” Nayeon uttered, looking at you for any type of reaction. She giggles at your disturbed expression. “Jesus Nayeon, she died just yesterday!” You exclaim in disbelief at the brunette’s insensitivity. “Well, I’m just saying what I heard. I heard Roseanne is grounded for life.” Nayeon gossips. “I mean, someone got gutted in their bathtub at a party, so, yeah, her parents are pretty pissed.” she adds and looks at you. She’s waiting for you to say anything, but you don’t. She fills the silence. “Everyone’s being interrogated. What’s your alibi?” Nayeon winks at you, she tries to ease the discomfort racing through you. “Hm? Fucking Jeongguk in the master room?” She taunts, pinching at your waist, causing you to shy away from her. You push her hands away.  

“No, we did nothing, not that it’s your business, anyway.” You say, and she looks at you with a bewildered expression.

“What?! The two of you have been dating for eight freaking months. Yn, what’s up with this weird waiting game? Still trying to see if he’s the one?’’ she asks, as the both of you stop at your lockers. “He doesn’t mind waiting. It’s not a big deal for us.” you shrug, opening your locker. You try to ignore the haughty giggle that leaves her.

“You actually believe that? Oh Yn, too naïve... Just remember if he’s not getting it from you, he’s getting it from somewhere else. He’s a boy, after all.”

Silence takes over you. Unable to bring yourself to reply, you become fixed in your mind. There’s no way Jeongguk is like that. He’d never cheat on you because he loves you. Nayeon doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You wish you could wholeheartedly believe your own assurance, but it just feels like you’re trying to convince yourself to being blind. You slowly realize the fact that Jeongguk was capable of lying to you, even if you didn’t want to.

You jump at the feeling of arms wrapping around your waist, but you soon melt into the familiar embrace that was Jeongguk. Taehyung is lifting Nayeon into the air and twirling her around; she lets out a surprised squeal and smiles at him brightly.

“What’re you two talking about?” Taehyung asks, pecking Nayeon on the cheek. “What everyone else is talking about. ‘The slaughter of Sara Barnes‘” Nayeon quoted, pulling out the school newspaper from her locker. Taehyung laughs, taking it out of her hand as he opens it up. “Damn, has anyone talked to Jae?” Jeongguk asks, and the both of you shrug. “Dude, Jae and Sara were broken up.” Taehyung answers, and Nayeon scoffs.

“Did you hear what happened to her body? She was completely mutilated.” Taehyung murmurs, a dark glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer to the group. Taehyung’s dad was the sheriff. Of course, he had all the gruesome details of her death. He didn’t care about the seriousness of the events, that was clear. “Stop Tae, Yn doesn’t like it.” Nayeon swats his shoulder. Taehyung just looks at you, a sinister smirk on his lips. “She was stabbed 56 times. She was dead since the party started,” Taehyung whispered, despite Nayeon’s protesting. You glare at Taehyung with a horrified look and he just chuckles. Jeongguk tells him off, pulling you closer into him. “If you ask me, I think Jae did it. Stabbed that many times? It’s personal.” Taehyung whispers, eyeing the passing students in the hallways. “Shut up Tae, you watch too many movies.” Nayeon mumbles, grabbing her books and closing her locker, right when the bell rings. There’s a spike of anxiety at the thought of a student running around with blood on their hands. Why did it feel like no one was taking this seriously? Jeongguk is walking you to class when you finally speak up. “Is it true?” You look up at him, and he looks back, confused. “Is what true?” He smiles at you. “What Tae said. Was she actually dead the whole time?” You ask, stopping as the two of you reach your class. “Babe, don’t worry about it, okay? I gotta go, Mr. Kim and his dumbass stats class.” He kisses the top of your forehead and walks off. Once again, dismissed. How could people live so normally after everything? They could be sitting right next to the killer and all everyone worried about was how this would affect them. Curfew was put into place and all people cared about was the lack of partying that would occur the rest of the week.

You could barely write anything on your paper, and it’s not like the teacher expected the class to. What happened was horrible, shocking. It had the whole town in shambles. During class, you’re called into the principal’s office to have your interview with the police.

“You were friends with Sara?” The officer asks and you nod. “Since we were in second grade.” You mumble, looking at your lap. “Did she have any issues with anyone?” He asks and you shrug. “Not that I know of, of course, her on and off-again boyfriend Jae, but other than that I don’t know, but he wouldn’t do something like that. They love each other.” You explain, the officer nods and the principal allows you to leave.

“I heard Roseanne is the number one suspect.” Taehyung gossips, causing you to look up at him with disdain. You’re laying on Jeongguk’s lap, his hands are combing through your hair and his back is against the tree as the four of you sit in the grassy quad of your campus. The day is pretty despite the circumstances. The sun is shining and birds are chirping. There’s a slight drift in the wind to contrast against the sun’s merciful rays. “How could they make that decision with no evidence?” Nayeon questions, munching on her carrots.

“In the interrogation, Jae had a full-blown breakdown and admitted to having an affair with Rose. Jae said Sara likely knew and planned to expose the two of them. How convenient is it for Sara to be found dead in Rose’s house?” Taehyung explains, and Jeongguk tilts his head, eyes squinting because of the sun. You continue to hold your silence. If Roseanne was the one who killed Sara, why’d she throw a party the day she died? Why’d she leave in the bathroom for all to see? It just makes little sense. You sit up abruptly. “Rose…” you whisper and Jeongguk hugs you tight from behind, only loosening his hold to rest his head on your shoulder. “I mean… I didn’t think Rose would kill someone out of all people, but we never know, do we?” Jeongguk says. His fingers toy with yours gently as he places a soft kiss on your neck.

Both you and Jeongguk are walking home when you speak. “Hey Kook?” You asked, and he hums in response. “My parents are going to some event out-of-town tonight and they’ll be gone all weekend, and I don’t really feel safe with everything going on, and I was wondering if you could stay the night?” You propose and shy away, thinking he’d say no, but to your surprise, he’s nodding. “Yeah, I’m glad you asked.”

Jeongguk had gone home to grab some of his things when you received the message. ‘Parents are being a bitch, gotta sneak out, you know, deadly killer out and all.’

You chuckle, placing your phone back on your desk as you continue to do your homework. Soon it rings and without a second thought, you answer it.  ‘‘Jeongguk just wait-’’ —“Hello?” The voice shocks you as you realize the person you’re on the phone with sounds nothing like your boyfriend. The voice is eerie,deep, and scratchy. “Who’s this?” You ask, mindlessly going back to doing your homework. “That’s not important Yn.” The voice states and, as if everything froze, you stop writing. “Seriously, who are you?” You say, this time more firmly. You’re standing up, glancing out of your open bedroom window, hoping it's Taehyung playing one of his stupid pranks. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” he questions and you freeze before you’re relaxing in the thought that Taehyung is on the other end. You sigh, “I don’t know? Nightmare On Elm Street.” You answer, sitting on your bed. “Hmm, which one?” He inquires. “1984.. the first one” you entertain his questions, it’s entertaining he’s trying to sound scary by asking what your favorite scary movie was. He needs to step it up. The voice hums, pleased with your answer. “Classic, I see you have taste…” he compliments, and you roll your eyes. “Your parents are gone… is that reminding you of something?” The voice quizzes, an eerie feeling bubbles within you. Jeongguk must’ve let it slip you were going to be alone tonight.

“I don’t know? Look, Taehyung can you stop? This is getting boring.” You sigh, laying back on your bed, eyes closing. There’s an ominous chuckle on the other end of the phone. “This isn’t Taehyung.” they state. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, whatever.” You close your eyes once again, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “Do you remember Sara?” The voice continues and you find a voice in you to speak. “This isn’t funny.” You whisper into your phone. “You should check your back doors more often. Your mom is so careless.” Like a switch was flipped, your eyes fly open and you sit up. Your breathing becomes heavy as you stare at your closed door. “Is your door unlocked?” The voice asks what seems like the thousandth question that night. Soon you hear heavy footsteps creeping up the stairs. You bolt to your bedroom door, locking it in a haste and backing up to your open window. You realize too late that your curtains weren’t drawn, and the streetlight was shining in. They could’ve easily been watching you this entire time. You rush to lock your door, timidly you retreat until your back is touching the wall across from the door.

You hang up the phone, quickly dialing 911. The first few rings feel like ages. It’s taunting you. The operator finally answers and you don’t even let them finish their greeting. “Help me please, there’s someone trying to get into my room.” You whisper, voice trembling and pupils shaking as you stare at the shadow approaching the door. You cry out when the operator asks for your name and address. “F-fuck okay, it’s 7663 Milsview Road, Yn Ln. Please hurry..” The operator’s voice fades away when you learn the call has been dropped. Your eyes widen in confusion as you try to dial again and again, but nothing.

You let out a loud scream when the doorknob rattles violently. The phone falls out of your shaking hands, and you don’t care enough to get it. Your heart is going at a thousand miles per hour. There’s a cloud of uncertainty that hangs over your head, that you could die tonight pouring over you. You look at the ground from your window. It’s a long way down, and if you were to jump, you’d likely break bones, or die. Still, that was better than being butchered by the psycho currently trying to get into your room. But what if you do jump and break your legs? What if they come down and brutally murder you? This can't be it. You can't fight the tears that spill, you feel so helpless. You don’t know why anyone would want to hurt you. You were nice to everyone, did nothing, and mostly kept to yourself. What if you died for no reason? The thought causes another wave of emotions to take over you. Dying just for the satisfaction of the killer — that was a waste. Surely, your life meant more than that. The jiggling didn’t stop, and neither did your cries as you hide your face with your hands in defeat. “Yn?!” The proximity of your boyfriend’s voice makes you scream—launching yourself away from the window.

The boy was crawling through your bedroom window. The killers attempt to get in stops once Jeongguk enters your room. He closes the window before crouching down to comfort you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling you closer to his chest. ‘‘Jeongguk, there’s someone out there- please we- “you cried, unable to properly form sentences. Fear keeps its home within you and it’s getting pretty cozy. Scared isn’t enough to describe it. You're fucking petrified—traumatized even. Grabbing onto his arm in dread, you try to calm your shaking hands. Jeongguk’s jaw is locked as he stared at your door. Soon he was storming out of your room. “Jeongguk! No, please, what if he’s still there?” You wailed, standing to your feet and rushing after him. As you attempt to chase him down the stairs, your legs are on the verge of giving out. You watch him shutting your front door and locking it, jaw still locked and eyes conveying a dark look. “Are you okay?” He asks, still staring at your front door. You nod, falling into his arms. He grips you, almost suffocating.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” He orders, hands on your cheeks and a hard kiss to your lips. You do as he’s says. “No one is going to hurt you.” He promises, kissing your tears away. You can only nod at his words and hope it’s true.

You’re exhausted. The cops came around ten minutes later and proved themselves to be utterly useless. They only found a cellphone jammer and said it was likely a prank. You refuse to sleep, even with Jeongguk trying to reassure you.

“Yn, it’s okay.. no one is going to hurt you.” He soothes, massaging your back. You groan, shaking your head and turning to him. “It’s not that easy…” you’re annoyed. Everyone acts like everything about this was so easy. He sighs, “I know, I’m sorry..” He mutters, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Why don’t I help you relax?” He offers, his hands trailing up to your shoulders, where he resumes the massage he was giving you. You turn around so your back is facing him to allow him to massage the fear out of you.

-

“Did It work?” Taehyung asks, head hanging out of the window of Jeongguk's parent’s car, allowing the wind to drift through his hair. “No, it didn’t, actually. It was fucking stupid, made things worse.” Jeongguk hisses and Taehyung winces at his angered tone. “Fuck.. look, I thought scaring her would work? Then you could go make her feel safe and she’d put out.” Taehyung explains, rubbing his hands through his hair in frustration. “Well, It didn’t. You know how much convincing I had to do to get her to come to this party?” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jeongguk’s complaining.

“Did you kill Mr. Shane?” Taehyung asks, ignoring Jeongguk’s ranting. “Yeah, the guy was a fucking weirdo. No one’s gonna miss him.” He shrugs.

When all of this started, Taehyung and Jeongguk were 15 years old. They never meant to start this killing bullshit the first time was an accident. Taehyung’s mother was seeing this asshole, and the guy hit his sister. Taehyung and Jeongguk tried to confront the guy and Jeongguk ended up killing the guy.

You wouldn’t understand. Some people had to fucking die for things to be better. Sara? She hated you. She was the one who told everyone about your father leaving you in Sophomore year, yet you never found out who was behind it. Just like her mother, she was a slut.

Jeongguk is weird. He’s different. Everyone makes jokes about signs someone is a psychopath. Like pouring your milk before your cereal or standing up to pick a pencil up. What about the actual signs? Some are too easy to go unnoticed. The scariest thing about him is his ability to appear so normal.

Even though Jeongguk is weird. On the surface, he’s the opposite. He’s athletic. After all, he is the star quarterback of Woodsboro. He’s smart, gets straight As. He’s creative, he enjoys drawing and is actually great at it. He’s funny. If he wanted to, he could be a comedian. He has friends; he has a girlfriend; he has admirers. He’s good looking, seriously good looking. He’s competitive, but rational. He’s playful, but level-headed. He’s passive, but not a doormat.

On the inside, Jeongguk fears himself. He fights himself constantly. There’s always a violent sea in his mind, thoughts he can’t even imagine anyone thinking. Jeongguk has always felt these things, ever since he was just a kid. The pressure to be the perfect first born was on his back. His father was a successful businessman in Woodsboro, his father was well respected, his family was respected. They were a powerful family. He couldn’t imagine if anything came out about the Jeon’s first born being a little psycho.

He could suppress it until his mother and younger sister died in a car accident. “Bad breaks,” they said. After that, all his progress went to shit. Jeongguk didn’t understand why he preferred gore sites over the typical porn site most boys his age frequented. He didn’t understand why he got too excited when his father asked him to go hunting, why he got a kick out of stalking the unsuspecting animal, and the high he felt when he had to catch the animal. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t stomach any other movies but horror. He couldn’t grasp why he loved looking up serial killers, their methods, photos, anything he could get.  It’s not like he was numb, he wasn’t completely heartless, he felt incredibly guilty for all the animals he’s killed, he feels guilty for the thoughts he has. It’s not like he only thought of all the ways he could get away with homicide. He had other thoughts too, just some more concerning than others.

He had feelings. He really fucking liked you. A lot. Maybe he’s not at that level of psychopath where he’d kill anyone for even glancing at you, but he’d surely gut anyone who dared to hurt you, He understands if you’d hate him if you found out what he really is.

He did experience hormones. In fact, the top thing in his mind was usually sex. Now, with his good looks and popularity, it was obvious he wasn’t a virgin. Actually, he lost it when he was in his freshman year of high school. That doesn’t matter, though. All he thinks about is defiling you. He loves how innocent you are. It gives him a rush. He’s ashamed by the urge of wanting to hunt you, scare you badly until you’re nothing but an obedient mess in his hands. He wants you to fear him; he wants you to put your life in his hands, to understand only he could allow you to live or not. It was sick, he knew, but he couldn’t stop. All he wants is to fuck you. He doesn’t know if he could wait any longer.

Two weeks ago

Three knocks on your bedroom window signal the much awaited arrival of your boyfriend. You glance back at your bedroom door, then you’re making your way to unlock the window, inviting the waiting boy in.

He wonders if you know what he’d just done. He wonders if you would forgive him.

He leans into you, pecks your lips, climbing into your bedroom and locking the window. “You waited on me.” He says aloud, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. “Of course I did.” You whisper, placing your hands on his chest. He always smelled so good, like fresh laundry.

“Yn?” There are two knocks that follow the voice of your mother. Jeongguk is already making his way into your closet when you’re opening your bedroom door. “Yeah?” you answer. She’s in her nightgown, hair pinned up and a glass of water in her hand. “Are you okay? I thought I heard talking.” She says, peeking into your room and looking around. “Nope, just me. It was probably my TV or something.” you point behind you at the TV playing some show you weren’t really paying attention to. “Oh.. get some sleep baby, it’s late.” She’s sighing, kissing your forehead and walking off down the hall.

“Get some sleep, baby.” Jeongguk’s whisper of a voice is hitting your neck, causing you to jump at his suddenness. His arms are around your midriff, and his lips are finding your neck in a slow haste. He pulls you into him — your backside meeting his front as he sucks and licks at your neck. He grins against your skin when you’re letting out a quiet mewl. How could you not?

The ticklish feeling of his tongue meeting your neck was giving you goosebumps.

You feel his hands traveling to your thighs, and slowly under your nightgown. You let him explore for a moment, his fingers landing on the front of your underwear, just centimeters from grazing your clit when you’re stopping him.

You chuckle at his groaning, turning around to face him. “What’re you doing Koo?” You giggle, standing on your toes to place a kiss on his nose. “Yn~ you’re such a tease, it’s unfair.” He whines, backing up until his legs are hitting your bed. He plops down, his hair bouncing gently from the swift motion.

“Two more months until prom.” You remind him, walking over to him and sitting on his lap. “That’s eight weeks Yn, eight weeks.” He replies, voice in disbelief. “Please? Just a little bit? Just the tip?” He’s begging, lips wet, and eyes glossy as he stares at you with puppy eyes. You let out a soft chuckle, climbing off of him and onto your bed. “You sound so greasy.” You say. You’re laying on your back, staring up at him, who’s sitting on your beside.

“Can we do other stuff, then?” He suggests, laying down and facing you. “Like what?” You smile, scooting closer to him. Your nose is just inches from his.

“Well, I can be vague or graphic, your call.” he says, voice low and inviting. You whisper “graphic” as you lean in to kiss him and he smiles. “I could eat you out, you could suck me off, or I could eat you out while you suck me off. Maybe I could finger you? Maybe you could give me a handjob, maybe at the same time?” Jeongguk is scooting closer and closer until your chest is against his, his arm is around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Or we could just dry hump.” he adds. His fingertips draw shapes on your exposed shoulder. “Or sleep?” You suggest, leaning away to let out a yawn.

Jeongguk sighs and chuckles in defeat. That night Jeongguk strangled your next-door neighbor. He watched as his life drained from his eyes and he loved every bit. The power, the control he had to take someone’s life gave him a rush he couldn’t describe. He needs you to fix him to calm him down. Only you can.

Your neighbor was announced to be killed by some drug dealer he’d gotten into a fight with at the bar a few weeks prior. Jeongguk laughs every time he reads the articles. How could they be so off? Your neighbor deserved it. He was a creep. Took pictures of your legs and photos of you changing. Jeongguk did what anyone else would.

He desperately wants to be your first, he wants to be the first and the only person to you see you so vulnerable. He needs you to give it all to him and only him. He wants you to be so whipped for him you can’t help but remember him. You can’t help but cling to him, and you can’t help but forgive him. He wants you and him to be inseparable. He wants to leave indelible marks and be the only thing you think about. He gets excited just thinking about it.  

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Timothy Crooks, the same boy who harassed you so badly he was suspended, twice. It boils Jeongguk’s blood. How dare he show his face anywhere after shamelessly making you feel so uncomfortable? How dare he? Timothy was an asshole pea-brained sicko on Jeongguk’s football team. He carelessly objectified every girl on campus, and he must’ve been a real fucking comedian to think he’d be able to do it to you. Even with your history, he still talks about you; Your body, what you’d be like in bed.

Jeongguk can’t stop the grin that appears on his face when Timothy goes down into the basement of Nayeon’s large home. He’s wearing that stupid letterman jacket that he’d likely doesn’t wash, and he’s whistling a song Jeongguk can’t take the time to decipher. As soon as he closes the basement door and descends the stairs. Jeongguk smiles underneath the ghost face mask. It’s a sick, twisted smile. He opens the basement door and follows him. He locks the door behind him.

He plays with the light switches, causing the jock downstairs to curse loudly. “Can you guys stop fuckin around?” He says through the darkness. The boy takes a few moments to find the lamp. He jumps, falling on his ass when he sees the cloaked figure standing in front of the staircase. He’s nursing a very sharp Bowie knife in his right hand. “W-what the fuck? That’s not even funny.” He stutters, too stunned to even stand to his feet. It’s amusing how long it takes for the flight or fight response to kick in. Jeongguk watches the boy's gaze at him curiously. It takes everything in him not to scoff. If this were a movie, Jeongguk would scream at his tv to fucking run, stand up, do something.

But no, he makes it boring, just lays there ready to die like livestock. Jeongguk takes a menacing step toward the boy, and he just stands there, waiting for a reaction. He grips the knife tightly, showing the boy that this was not a prank.

“H-hey stop joking like that with me man, I’ll fuck you up.”

Jeongguk tilts his head in amusement. Threatening to fuck up the daunting guy standing over you with a Bowie knife was a weird move, but at least it was something. Jeongguk takes another step toward the boy, who begins squirming backwards. “Just get up, fucking idiot.” Jeongguk can’t help but let the words slip from his mouth. As he straddles the boy, he doesn't give the boy a chance. He grips the knife tightly, plunging it into the boy’s chest. He pulls it out and watches the boy gasp for air, blood bubbling in his throat and spilling out of his mouth. The boy tries to get away, and Jeongguk tilts his head. He’s hanging by a thread, and Jeongguk stands up to allow him to pull himself against the brick wall of the dimly lit basement. He twirls the knife in his hands as takes disturbingly slow steps toward the boy. He does it for the rush that shoots up his veins when he sees the boy’s eyes widen in alarm. It’s so fucking good, better than any horror movie he’d ever seen by far. Every killer does it wrong, and he’s the only one here doing it right. He’s thinking he doesn’t kill for you, but he kills because he wants to. It’s his destiny to do this. It just feels so right. It’s like that of heaven to him. He enjoys watching his prey squirm. He enjoys seeing their determination to escape, but they won’t. There’s nothing he loves more than killing hope and watching it die in their eyes. He loves who he gets to be behind the mask. Who wouldn’t want to feel this? This power?

He’s not crazy, he’s just chasing a high, everyone does it.

He reaches the boy, grabbing a fist full of his hair. The way he cries out only fuels Jeongguk more.

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You finally reach the party, even though you were reluctant to go. Nayeon only convinced you to come because she and Jeongguk would be there. When you arrived at the house, Nayeon is dragging you in, a smile on her face. You could tell she’d been drinking already. “Where’s Jeongguk?” You ask after she’s led you to the kitchen that’s filled with annoyed partygoers. “Where the fuck is Tim with the beer?” a girl groans over the music. “He’s probably passed out somewhere, fuckin’ lightweight.” A boy answers and the large group laughs. You cross your arms at the lack of Nayeon’s answer. “I dunno…” she shrugs after you call her name and repeat your question again. “He’s probably upstairs with Taehyung, shooting pool or something.” She adds, bringing a red cup she found on the counter to her lips. You wince in disgust. There’s no telling who’s lips were on that cup or what’s in it. You follow her guess and go upstairs where you surely bump into Taehyung, who is making his way down with an alarmed look on his face. “Woah, T you ok?” you ask, standing in front of him to block his way from getting down. “I just found Nayeon’s parent’s porn stash, so no I’m not okay.” He answers. “You must be looking for Kook. He’s in the billiards room playing 8 ball with Jack.” he adds and steps past you.

Walking into the billiards room, you sure enough spot Jeongguk whose eyes are on you the moment you are in the room. He drops everything he’s doing to come to you, ignoring the protests of Jack. “You’re here.” He states and you nod, “I am.”

“I didn’t expect you to come…” you sigh, “Nayeon begged me to.” You mumble, looking around the large room. “You wanna go somewhere else and talk?” He offers and you nod, taking his hand.

He leads you into a guest bedroom and closes the door, locking it.

He sits next to you on the satin sheets of the queen sized bed. “I can’t stop thinking about that night you were attacked Yn.” He says, looking down at the floor. Exhaling, you nod in agreement, “Me too.. it was really fucking scary, Kook, what if he comes back?” You ask, voice already breaking at the thought of you being targeted by the potential killer haunting your town. “He won’t.” Jeongguk states his tone is a little too confident, but you don’t notice. Instead, you fall into his chest, relishing in the security you feel in his arms.

“I won’t let anything happen to you Yn. I promise you don’t have to worry, you’re safe.” He’s stroking your hair gently, arms cradling your head as you take in his fresh smell. In this moment, all you can feel is comfort. You look up at him, coming face to face, lips barely touching his. “Thank you Kook.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss him. But he isn’t kissing you back and you pull back slowly. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t answer. You call his name, finally catching his attention, and he deeply sighs. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to take advantage of you.” But that’s exactly what he wants to do. You shake your head, grabbing his face to make him look at you. “You’re not.” You say, pecking his lips again. Jeongguk reciprocates the kiss this time. Overtime the two of you become more daring, a pattern he’s used to. But he’s determined to fuck you tonight. It has to happen. And truthfully, you want it just as much as he does too. Jeongguk is an amazing boyfriend, he cares about you and his patience astounds you. He’s mature and always handles you with care. You don’t really care about waiting until prom anymore. You know he loves you, and what he feels for you is real.  

The two of you are in a heated kiss when you pull away, Jeongguk can feel disappoint form in his chest. “Kook.” His name is breathless on your lips. He hums in acknowledgement, lips ghosting over yours to make up for the absence of yours. “I think I’m ready..” you whisper. He’s been launched straight to the gates of heaven, but he hides his excitement. He nods, “You sure?” You better be. This wasn’t fucking funny. He needed you now. You nod, and that’s all it takes for him to kiss you with intensity. He straddles you and wastes no time stripping the both of you from your clothes. His lips never leave yours, and he’s getting needier and needier with each touch. His fingers trace over the untouched parts of your body as he touches you with the purpose of watching you fall apart. First on his fingers, then his tongue, and finally, his aching cock that’s been begging to be relieved for months.

It feels euphoric inside of you. Watching you writhe beneath him makes something animalistic stir inside of him. The whines that come from you give him every reason not to stop. He loses himself within the pleasure, and can feel an even darker presence creeping over him. He fights the urge to put his hands around your neck and choke you until you’re on the verge of death, begging him to stop. Just the thought alone makes him twitch inside of you. He tries to shake away the dark thoughts, and he does when finally comes, filling you up just like you were supposed to be. Made exclusive for him. That’s why he needed to protect you, but the dark truth was he needed to protect you from himself.

The two of you get dressed in silence. You don’t know if you did anything wrong, but after the two of you finished, he cleans you up with a rag he found in the bathroom of the bedroom then went silent. You bite your lip nervously. You don’t dare break the silence, you’re too scared to.

“Fuck..” Taehyung grunts. It’s way too hot in this mask and cloak and he’s regretting getting himself in so deep. In fear of what Jeongguk might do, he keeps it together. Everyone had left once they found out about the Mr. Shane being murdered. All cheering about not having to do anymore English essays. Nayeon didn’t make it easy. Taehyung loved her, he really did, but then she had to send nudes to K.C. Parker and now she needs to pay. She needs to just lie down to die. It’s too frustrating to chase her around the house. She’s screaming for help as she runs up the stairs, crying out for Taehyung to come save her. Jeongguk can hear her, and that means you can too.

The door bursts open and she’s covered in blood as she closes it and limps in. Your eyes widen and you rush to her. “What’s going on? Nayeon are you ok?” You question, checking for any wounds. “He’s trying to kill me!” she cries out, blood slipping out of her mouth. Jeongguk overflows with anger, fucking Taehyung, was he always so clumsy?

“We h-have to call 9—“ she coughs up a large amount of blood, and her legs become wobbly. You hold her up, her blood staining your palms as tears are sliding down your face. You’re too in shock to do anything. This couldn’t be happening. “Nayeon?!” You call her name out, hoping for a response. Jeongguk shoves you out of the way and there’s something large and black in his hand. It’s similar to a piece of cloth from where you stand. “Jeongguk?” You say and get no reply. His back is to you as he just stares at Nayeon and clicks his teeth in annoyance.

Like lightning strikes, he stabs the girl right in the stomach, and watches her fall to the ground helplessly. He turns around and looks at your horror-stricken face. You’re shaking, pupils shaking, heart going crazy. This felt amazing. He slides the ghost face mask he was holding on his face and begins walking toward you.

Your legs move on their own and make a run for the door. He lets you reach it because he knows who will stand at the other end. As soon as you open it, there’s another masked figure in a black cloak staring down at you. You back up, back hitting Jeongguk’s chest as he holds you in his suffocating embrace. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Jeongguk sighs out, voice distorted, sounding similar to the person who attacked you that night.

You cry helplessly, struggling to get of his hold. His hand is loosely clutching the Bowie knife, and with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you know you have to grab it. He’s holding you tightly, constricting your arms, preventing you from going anywhere as he huffs in your scent shamelessly. “You fucked a serial killer. Tell me, how does it feel?” He taunts.

He lets you go, throwing you to the floor at the lack of an answer. He steps closer to you with the knife, gripping it as if he was preparing to gut something. You groan, your head hitting the harsh wood flooring and likely bleeding now.

As he’s pacing toward you, you find it in you to kick him in his knee, temporarily impairing him. He stumbles over for a moment, cursing as he cradles his knee. The other masked figure rushes to Jeongguk’s aid, and you take that as your cue to run. Your head is pounding as you sprint down the stairs. It takes everything in you to power through it. Adrenaline carrying you to the kitchen where you grab the largest blade in the knife block. You rush to the house phone, cursing when you find the lines have been cut.

“Where are you going?” The same daunting voice asks from behind you. He carelessly walks toward you, bloody knife in clutch. He’s wearing that stupid cloak, and he’s tilting his head in curiosity. You grip the knife tightly and push it into the guy’s chest. You don’t look back as you sprint to the front door, you ignore the disgruntled cries coming from the cloaked person. You try to rush to undo the locks, your hands trembling and blood trickles down the side of your head, constantly reminding you they want to hurt you.

Suddenly, your head is being banged against the door, and you almost feel yourself lose consciousness. You slide down onto the floor, holding your head as you cry out in pain. “You fucking bitch.” It’s Jeongguk. He’d ditched the mask and is now pacing over your injured form. He crouches down, bringing his knife face to face with you. “You kick me in my good knee, then almost kill my best friend?” He scoffs before he breaks out into maniacal laughter. “I wasn’t gonna kill you!” He suddenly shouts, grasping your hair roughly. “I was just gonna wave it around, maybe cut you a little, but I wasn’t going to kill you.” He says, leaning in to lick the trail of blood from your cheek to the temple of your head. “I just wanted to scare you.” He murmurs against your face. His adrenaline feeding from your cries and pleas for him to stop. His attention is turned to Taehyung who’s stumbling in the room, knife still in his chest. He falls against the wall. “F-fuck J… I t-hink I need an ambulance…” he stutters out. His mask is gone and there’s blood dripping from his mouth. “Shut up no you don’t.” Jeongguk hisses, turning his attention back to you. “I do!” Taehyung yells, “She went really deep, man.” He cries out, his mouth coated a crimson color. “Fuck! I think I’m dying!” He sobs as he slides against the wall. Jeongguk suspires and walks over to Taehyung. He couches down in front of him. “Save me a seat in hell, will you?” Jeongguk asks, tilting his head before he’s pulling the knife out of Taehyung’s chest. The boy cries out at the extraction of the blade. “Look what you did.” Jeongguk teases, walking over to you. You are barely conscious at this point. “Just don’t die.” Jeongguk says to Taehyung. He looks down at you briefly before he crouches down and slams your head onto the floor, knocking you out.

You wake up in a bed, your head killing you. You shoot up, clenching your head. All you know is you need to get out of here. “Baby! Woah!” Jeongguk says from next to you as he soothes you. You scream loudly, pushing him away from you. “What? What’s wrong?” He asks, tilting his head. He grabs your wrists to stop you from hitting him. “G-get away from me!” You scream. “Yn what’s going on?” He inquires, voice becoming louder than yours to silence you. “Y-you’re fucking crazy! You killed Nayeon and— “  

“I didn’t kill anyone. What the hell are you talking about?”

The light in his bedroom turns on and his parents are coming into the room. “What’s going on? Is everything ok?” His stepmother asks. “She probably had a bad dream.” Jeongguk dismisses. “Yn, Nayeon is fine, the killer was caught. Everything is okay now.” Jeongguk assures, looking into your eyes. He’s lying. You watched Nayeon die in front of you. “B-but my head?” you mumble, placing your hand on your bandaged head. Jeongguk sighs, “A couple days ago the killer was at the party. He attacked us, but he’s gone now, ok?” Jeongguk explains. You still don’t believe him. How could you when everything seemed so vivid?

“Here, let’s call Nayeon and Taehyung.” Jeongguk suggests, grabbing his phone. You can’t believe he’d go this far to lie, but what if Nayeon and Taehyung answer? “Hello? Sorry for calling you guys this late. Yn wanted to check on you guys.” Jeongguk says, putting the phone on speaker. You can’t believe your ears when you hear Nayeon and Taehyung on the other end. You don’t know what to believe at this point. Jeongguk hangs up with a quick goodbye and pats your back. “The doctor said you’d be like this for a couple of days.” Jeongguk sighs, kissing your temple. You groan, reluctantly laying your head on the pillow. “The killer was Timothy Crooks. Turns out that sicko still had it out for you.” Jeongguk says as he rubs your back.

“But you’re safe now. No one can hurt you, no one will hurt you, ever.” Jeongguk states as he watches you fight falling asleep.

No one will hurt you, except maybe him.

[faces-ofvenus]

you will not regret it

Author's notices: 18+ content eventually, less don't read, the hot part, and if you prefer, there is fluffy and Angst content in my profile.

for my love: @mrsgrwy

You didn't really understand why you were forcing yourself to go to that party, they were a class totally above you, rich and fake people who will treat you well as long as they keep extracting everything, as long as you could be useful to them, this doesn't suit you, this is suffocating enough for you, but still you were there, going against all your thoughts.

Taking another glass of champagne of a brand you surely would never have tasted in other places, at other parties, but this one was not normal, it was a Targaryen party, more specific, the birthday of your friend's mother, you didn't know exactly why Jacaerys invited you, you interacted a few times with his mother, Rhaenyra, eccentric name like every Targaryen, was a kind woman, but kinder than most of the pompous idiots you had to meet.

You knew only Jacaerys and your brother and it seemed they were both too busy, to give you any attention, you mentally cursed Jace, what was he thinking, inviting you to a party he knew you didn't know anyone but him, and leaving you here, planted, beside the drinks table.

You were about to leave just waiting to finish everything that was in your glass, not you were going to make the best of the situation, drink and eat as much as you could, not that the food was great, it was such exotic and weird dishes, it looked disgusting and not tasty at all.

Maybe nothing in that big crowded room was going to take your attention away, not maybe one thing, maybe strange hands reaching around your waist and pulling you back, making you slam your back against the man's chest, if it took another second maybe you would go crazy and turn around and punch whatever the hell the guy was, bastard and cuckold who had the audacity to do that, and the whiskey mint breath so characteristic of him didn't have the delivery man, right next to your ear, with his chin almost resting on one of your shoulders.

— I didn't know you were coming, has anyone ever said that you simply look like a goddess?

Aegon that bastard, what to expect from him, if not this intrusion, but honestly his fingers on your belly, and the hot breath in your ear were making you feel so hot, your heart too....m what the fuck were you with thinking!!!

Moving quickly away from your "attacker" you would say abused son of a bitch, but that word works too, you could see his slight pout very well, as he saw you take your hands off his body, not that he fought back, his face quickly seemed to pull itself together, with a teasing smile.

— What were you thinking, grabbing me like that, you idiot?

Usually you would be nice, but maybe in this situation he didn't deserve you, you had already swallowed too much of Aegon Targaryen filling your patience in Advanced Calculus classes (you don't even understand why the hell he was doing it, since he didn't seem to be good at a simple multiplication sum, let alone the last subject, maybe filling your patience, testing how far he could push you with his questions, obvious and sometimes testing not only your intelligence but his as well) now you had to put up with his pretty face... Fuck no, really, maybe it's the alcohol in your system finally kicking in at the worst possible moment.

— Don't treat me like that, because I know you want me as much as I want you, you can't deny it, what's between us.

You kept a considerable distance from him, even though the sensation of their hands still seemed to make your body burn, you cursed Jacaerys once more, your eyes never left his, he looked so provocative, it was his mission to make you angry and get some reaction out of you with that sentence, and that demon didn't succeed, not seeming to have the right words, even for a layman like Aegon, it was easy for him to realize what he caused, this only gave him more freedom, his smile increased, like a damned rogue, getting closer to you.

Before he could do anything, which honestly you don't know if you would have the willpower to go against, you saw out of the corner of your eye none other than Jacaerys and Lucerys talking, that idiot had really forgotten about you, but it would do, you moved away, from Aegon quickly which left him confused, surely he had thought you were finally going to fall into his clutches.

- Unfortunately I don't have time for your antics right now, I'm off to flirt with some other poor unsuspecting soul.

And before waiting for an answer you quickly left and went to meet your Velaryon boys, thanking whatever divine force took you out of that conversation, it seemed that the devil himself was tempting you, wanting you to fall into the clutches of a cursed and really sexy feline, one day Aegon will get the worst of you, you knew you couldn't continue with this little game.

You cursed in every name possible, the people who curse you, because you couldn't possibly be that unlucky, could you.

— What the fuck is so bad, that I could have done to someone to deserve this, - You tried to clean the purplish stain of some unfortunate's expensive wine that got on your dress.

You could even hear Jacaerys' voices of regret, he was going to take you to his room to give you some of his blouse to try to cover up, but some "duty" called him first, yes you wanted to cry, why were you having this horrible night, just for trying to do a favor for a friend!!!? You didn't even notice when you bumped into someone, yes of course to make the whole situation better, you would have to explain why you were on the bedroom floor, where it would obviously be too much of a convenience, your gaze was low, shame and anger struggling to see which emotion was predominant at that time

— Look, I'm sorry... I was just trying to clean this fucking stain... — You cursed yourself for wanting to cry.

— You still look beautiful with it. — You looked up quickly, yes it could only have been him, it seemed like some kind of destiny, or a possible stalking.

You rolled your eyes, a gesture that only made Aegon crack a small smile, not as big as the one in the previous encounter, but he seemed a little upset.

— How can you still flirt with me in this situation hmm - you were tired of pretending not to be interested in ignoring or not talking to him. — And it's just as strange that you're here and not stuffed into some whiskey bottle as I am here in the — forbidden wing.

— So I guess we're both doing things we wouldn't normally do, is that a sign, hmm, — again he approached you, this time you didn't try to run away or turn away, he came close to you and his hands encircled your waist, — Maybe something wants us right now.

— I didn't know Aegon Targaryen believed in fate and divine beings — You teased him, but your heart was pounding like drums, the way he pulled you close to him, how obviously you weren't in control of the situation, and honestly didn't even want to be, as your faces drew closer together

— And your lips came together, you didn't pull back, just going in, your two hands on either side of his body, while his other hand went to your face, just deepening your faces.

As things started to heat up, Aegon pushed you into the wall, the thud made you let out a loud sigh, which caused him to deepen the kiss, after which you parted breathlessly, your head was in millions, and honestly you couldn't describe the feelings you were feeling, you wanted to pull away, you wanted to stay, why does he confuse you so much, little deeper kisses were exchanged between you, your hands around his neck, pulling him down, and against his lips.

You weren't even thinking now, when his hands slid to the zipper on the back of your dress, that made you quickly turn away from him and look around, Aegon gave you a confused look, his sudden detachment as if you were afraid of something.

— We can't do this... Not here.

Aegon let out a smile with his answer, it wasn't a problem for him, he's taken a girl in worse places, but you weren't every girl, he should keep that in mind, taking your waist quickly he looked around, honestly he knew little of your sister's house, so any room would do, wouldn't it! Guiding you to the first door in front of you.

— Wait, this is your room. — before you could say anything you were quickly silenced with a kiss and Aegon pushed you lightly onto the huge soft bed in front of you, he gave you a teasing smile, and yes you knew the answer, he is a damn pervert, and you didn't understand why you were enjoying all this, maybe you are too.

You took off your clothes, quickly the excitement growing inside you, the way he looked at you, yes it was making you so hot, any irrational thoughts fleeing your mind completely, as you were witnessing the way his body climbed on top of yours, as his hands rested on either side of your body, his hands moved to his hair pulling the falling locks from his face.

Lilac eyes, unusual, divine, because he pulled so many sensations out of you, it was unfair, the way he longed for you, but was just waiting for your cue to strike, like a beautiful hungry dragon, but you were not just easy prey.

— Maybe I'll just regret it. — You were stopped by his lips.

— Just let me prove to you that no, you will never regret it.

The way one of his hands went to your womanhood, making circular motions, and drew sighs and moans from you, your whole body seemed on fire, hot, eager, when one of his fingers passed through your slit, you moaned low. Aegon didn't take a minute of his eyes off you, watching all your reactions, just with his fingers, between your legs it was hot, yes, he pulsed just at the thought and also at the fact that you looked so inviting.

Aegon was tempted to tease you, as his fingers put some pressure on your slit, drawing low moans from you, he quickly pulled it out, and returned to pleasure your clit, you gave him an ugly look, which drew innocent smiles from your lips, before you could retort, you felt one of his enter abruptly inside you.

— A...Aegon, you... — he gave you a little silent signal, as he increased the speed and thrust another one inside you, groaning at the sensation, from his fingers, you squeezed him in a way that not even the greatest erotic dreams he had of this moment could satisfy him.

The way you leaned on the sheets, how you moaned his name, how your legs and fingers twitched slightly, he loved it all, it was different, he longed for more to feel you.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you cursed low, it was good, it was horrible to admit, but your fingers never gave you as much satisfaction as his, you saw him take a condom from his pocket, and raised an eyebrow.

— WOW, don't judge me, you never know, do you!!! - you would be angry yes, he had already "prepared" this night and if not with you it would be with someone else, but his indignant and guilty face made you laugh low, he leaned in quickly and stole kisses from your lips — Don't spoil the mood love.

When he put on the condom, you honestly started to get nervous, yes this wasn't your first time, but you weren't the type to fuck right and left, you weren't his type, you weren't trained on the Kamasutra.

Aegon noticed some of her nervousness, if not in her face, in how her body behaved, he was between her thighs, his hands caressed her.

— You don't know how much I've been dreaming of this moment, no one has ever satisfied me more than my dreams of you, no one. — He looked at you with a sincerity you had never seen before, as if to calm your nerves, and it worked.

— Then why are you taking so long, don't tell me you've already changed your mind. — The lust and desire to have him might be overcoming your nervousness, just maybe.

He chuckled softly, yes he wouldn't waste any more time, slowly entering you, that was enough to draw moans from you, Aegon was never one to hide his voice, and honestly he wouldn't do that now, his head was full with just the thoughts of being inside you.

— Fuck...it's just fucking — He didn't know what to say as you squeezed and took him so tightly, your hands on either side of his body, you leaned on his waist, he lowered himself slightly bringing your lips together as he thrust deeper inside you.

You moaned into the kiss, your nails clenched and clawed, lips touched, hungry, longing whenever you let each other, your eyes never letting go of each other, as your climax came your moans and whispers grew louder.

— Fuck...Aegon...me. — Yes, you didn't have to say that you knew exactly what it was.

You let out your last curses, until your eyes for the first time shifted from theirs, looking up at the ceiling above you, your release coming as a sigh of relief, Aegon continued to pound you, the feeling of you squeezing him with your release pushing him to the limit, you let out low moans with the over stimulation, when he came you regretted the protection a little, as this was obviously a contact you now craved, he moaned out loud his hot breath hitting your breasts.

He lay down beside you, but pulled you to lean on him, you were sweaty and tired, yes you still didn't understand why you were at this shitty party, but this situation could make up for everything, but obviously it was over, you freed yourself quickly from his arms, and already stood up to put on your clothes, his fingers gripping you that stopped him, you glanced up at his face showing his confusion.

— Where do you think you're going hm?

— To my place obviously!

You said simply, you wanted to leave indifferently, you wouldn't treat yourself like a silly girl in love, no, getting up, he got up together, and dressed with you, this time it was your turn to look at him.

— And where do you think you're going?

— To your house, obviously! — You look at him in amazement, not only at the clear boldness in his voice.

— I'm not one of your toys anymore, Aegon.

— And I don't think you're one of my toys, honey, I meant it that day, I really like you, and I want something serious. — You laughed out loud, it sounded like a well-told joke — thought you'll only believe this when I move in with you, hmm, should I bring more clothes, or, we won't need them!

He came close to you, his hand traveling to your waist, when he pulled you closer, your faces almost touching, when his head tilted closer, you were in disbelief about everything, but his serious look, and maybe your little heart that longed for him, were speaking louder, yes you would regret it so much, no matter what he said.

— Let's go then, but you'll have to take your car," Aegon opened the biggest smile in the world, almost like a child getting a present. — Don't have too much fun, I can still change my mind.

He tried to lessen the smile, giving her one last kiss on the lips and going to get the car from the garage, but before he left he threw the top off his blazer.

— As much as I like the way your bra looks on this dress, it's not something I want to share anymore.

[cyborg-franky]

Haii franky

I hope your emergency requests are open

I would like to request a fic that you would like make it of your favorite character and make them do and say stuff that would help you as I know you have been feeling a bit on the rougher side and I can't do much but I just want you to know most of your followers love you and appreciate you and hope your ok or will be OK keep being you and I hope you get to feeling better ^^

They are closed but this is amazing, when I first got this I cried, I am fine though, I'm always fine but maybe I should write something for me, just in case I'm not doing so good.

Thank you anon, this is so sweet. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

Marco

He can tell you're having a rough time, and that things are hard for you right now.

Marco watches you stuff it all inside, pushing it all down and just smiling and saying I’m fine! When asked how you are doing.

He knows, he sees you when you're working across from him, how sad you really seem as you just stare at your work, not really doing it, just doodling off in the corner.

He can tell you don’t want to be a burden or to bother anyone.

When your work is over for the night and you both can relax, he locks the door and starts to make tea for you both.

He watches you curl up in the big armchair he keeps in his office for visitors and for you.

Watching you bundle up in one of his sweaters that you’ve stolen, staring out the porthole, watching the darkness of night with tired eyes, he also knows sleep has been hard for you to find recently.

Marco brings over the drinks and sets them on the table, he makes you budge up on the armchair and pulls you against him.

“I know your sad baby bird,” He begins and stroking back your hair, smiling when you lean into his touches, leaning against him.

“I’m here when you're ready to talk yoi.” He offers and your touched, feeling warmth in your heart as he keeps you close to him on the sofa,

“Well, lately I feel like…. I feel like a mess, a burden, I feel all I do is push people away and..” you spill everything to him and he listens, he nods and gives you advice, nothing intrusive, just tries to help you defuse the feelings and thoughts in your head.

He stays by your side all night, until you fall asleep next to him, his arms around you.

Marco picks up a book and reads, not wanting to disturb your sleep, glad you finally have a moment so you can relax and escape your thoughts.

ACE UNDER READ MORE

Ace

He knows what it’s like to have all these nasty voices in your head, being your own worst enemy, making you think things and doubt yourself.

Sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

“You look like someone who needs to raid the kitchen for something sweet.” He said with a grin on his freckled face, winking at you.

You nod and allow him to drag you away, sneaking into the kitchen, and grabbing some cookies or baked goods before sitting together on a crate and watching the sunset.

“I know it’s hard,” He says with a sigh in his voice as he leaned back on the palms of his hands, staring at the sinking sun, and the oranges that set the horizon on fire.

“Ain’t nothing I can say that’s going to help, not really, you just gotta trust that people love you, people care, things just get in the way.” He shrugged his shoulders before tilting his head to watch you.

“I love you.” He added and you felt yourself smiling.

“I just can’t stop the sounds in my head Ace, I hate how everything makes me feel, I feel I’m drowning, suffocating, I feel so unhappy all the time and I just want to stop hating myself.” There’s a hiccup in your voice and he sits up, wrapping his arm around you, kissing the side of your head as he tries to soothe you.

“I’m here to tell you that it’s okay, your doing good, you ain’t a burden and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” Ace smiles when you sniffle and nod.

[starkwub]

(Tw. Starkercest and dark subject matters implied)

Turned into a bit of a belly kink thing too--but what of my content doesn't? XD

Apologies if the pacing feelings a bit strange at times—I wrote this before going to bed last night while listening to "memoir #2 - mayroosevelt" on repeat ha (good music, but always makes me think)

I proofread it aloud (changed a few small things) and put it through google docs squiggly line test—but alas some things may not be caught ..

I do hope you enjoy if you wish to read on :)

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Snow fell at Peter's feet as he looked out over the white covered streets and trudged through side-walks.

His heart was heavy and his body felt as if there were shackles tied to it, and is nose ran as he stuffed his hands into the jacket he had taken from the rack--his father’s jacket.

He dared to key the car he saw parked in front of their apartment just because he knew who it belonged to. A woman--the woman that his father had been seeing for the past 6 months.

He'd invited her over, and when Peter had simply had enough of their lovey-dovey attitude, he'd offered to run down the road to get a few things--and he did--sort of.

Peter looked down at the plastic bag straps that were wrapped around his coat covered forarm, and gave the car beside him one last hate-filled glance before heading towards the door and up the stairs to where he knew he'd find the both of them.

He hoped he wouldn't have to walk in on anything..

See his father’s tongue down her throat or see her hand pressed up against his erection--it was all too much for him to bear right now.

Usually he could push past it, but he didn't think he could keep his tears under control this time--or maybe he was a bit worried they wouldn't come. That he would be stuck in a perpetual state of a void in his emotional output.

He kicked the snow off his soaked converse and announced himself clear as day--and was happy to know that he wouldn't be walking in on them making out on the couch or having sex over the counter.

He wondered if his friends also had regular thoughts of their father participating in sexual encounters, or if he was alone in all that.

From what he looked up, most people called them intrusive thoughts..some people blamed it on trauma. Some people just said it was a sin in and of itself and that he--or anyone else for that matter--deserved to be locked up for life.

A sick sick boy you are Peter, he thought as he put the grocery bag on the table.

"Peter?" He heard his father call from the other room--and upon putting away the last of the random items he'd gotten from the store, heard his name be whined out once more.

"Peeter.."

He walked across the kitchen to the living room to see his father staring right back at him with a smile. He had an arm around the woman of the hour, and the other was resting across his large-stuffed gut.

Must be drunk.

"Yeah dad?" He asked, quirking a brow.

The man pat the space beside him and motioned to the screen, "We're just about to put a movie on but we wanted to wait for you--"

We? Or just you?

Tell me--

"--so grab your daddy a beer and get your ass over here."

Peter's gut burned at the word--at the tone--at the simple command.

He nodded nonetheless though and did as he was told--grabbing his father two drinks instead of one because he was a sick minded boy, and flicked the lights off as he headed over.

He was soon stopped mid-motion though when his dad felt the wet of his hair--

"Peter! you're freezing cold--and wet.. god okay." and soon he was maneuvering out of the drunk woman's hold to pull at his shoulder--tugging him up and in the direction of his room.

"Dad what're you doing?--" he hurried out in a hushed tone.

"Getting you into something a bit more comfortable.. you're freezing Pete. Why did you go out there anyways? We had everything we needed."

Peter could hear the hint of confusion, and a bit of hurt if he were to listen really close--but simply shrugged and watched his father fumbling for his light switch.

Sometimes he was jealous of the kids that could hug their fathers without it being weird--and it wasn't like it was weird in a sexual way..it just..

Peter reached out and flicked the light on himself--his fingers brushing against his father’s making his skin suddenly burn (or was that the cold?).

No it was more than that..it always felt like he couldn't quite get close enough--or that he knew if he hugged for too long then maybe his father would push him away.

Maybe it was because when he was a kid he'd hug his teachers and they'd always give him a 5 second rule before pushing him away—leaving him to wonder why there was a limit.

Peter looked down at his hands for a moment, noting the red tint and the way they were stiff when he flexed his joints--but was suddenly surprised to see a t-shirt, boxers--as well as a pair of sweatpants entering his line of sight.

Tony was always so busy..always his father but never his dad.

Rolling his shoulders, Peter went to head towards the bathroom in the hall when he suddenly felt a hand gripping his bicep, keeping him in place.

"Just get ready here dummy--jeez." Tony muttered as he went to take a heavy seat against his cozy twin.

There were a few moments of hesitation on his part, but was calmed by the soft breathing of his father and the way he leaned back on the mattress--exhausted from the look of it.

His belly protruding up—and Peter’s mouth ran dry as he watched his father’s large, tan hand cascade across it.

"Something on your mind?" Peter dared to ask as he removed his wet socks and jeans first, "Work been hard?"

He bit back more of what he could add, waiting to see if his father wished to speak at all--or if he planned to keep it to himself like usual.

He knows he did it as to not worry him..but sometimes Peter thought it was worse not knowing as opposed to knowing because at least then he'd be in the loop about his father’s life.

Peter removed his t-shirt next, and cringed at how cold his skin was and how wet his hair had been from the snow falling before.

"Work's always a pain." Tony muttered, peaking Peter's interest immediately because by god he was talking to him.

"I've missed you too Pete.." He heard in a mumbled tone of voice, "Glad to see you back on your break."

Peter was just putting on a new pair of boxers after his nerdy t-shirt when he noticed his father looking at him from his propped up position--Peter's pillow now making for a good headrest.

There was a still moment where his father’s eyes ran over him as if he were a statue rather than a boy, but as soon as the gaze was noticed—it was fleeting.

"Help me up Pete." He murmured again, and Peter couldn't help but hurryingly comply.

It had been so long.. He was nearly 20 and it had been almost 6 years since his father had meandered into his room to simply have a bit of back and forth chit-chat.

Peter wished he could remember what happened all those years ago, but regretfully, nothing ever came to mind.

Peter took hold of his old man's hand and when he was up--Peter suddenly noticed he wasn't letting go. He watched as his father held a steady grip on his hand--doing nothing except for staring at it.

"D-Dad?" He whispered.

Silence once again followed, but as he was asked to help him up again--his fathers body nearly falling on his own, Peter noticed the melancholy in his eyes and the way his hair was a bit greasier than usual.

"I'll see you in there."

and before Peter could do anything more, he was once again, alone.

Alone--cold without the touch of Tony's hand on him--

Had he done something wrong? To not deserve more time--more attention--more affection and love?

Peter heard the faint mumble of a voice, but had otherwise tried not to think about the woman awaiting him on the couch that was accompanying his father..

He didn't want to think about her. All he wanted was the man--Tony--his father--

Flicking the light off a lot slower than he normally did, his bare feet padded down the hall to find that his father's face was the only one illuminated by the screen.

"Where's um.."

"I sent her home." His father said matter-of-factly.

What??

"But dad she's drunk--how--"

"Uber--a taxi--I gave her the money for it--and plus she's not that sloshed. She had a right enough mind not to argue with me about it which I think counts towards some level of sobriety when it comes to her."

"So often am I having to pry her away at night.." He muttered, seething under his breath as he popped a beer bottle open and took a long swig.

"But..the movie--she wanted to watch the movie."

Peter watched his father down a bit more of his drink before giving him a look--a stare, if anything.

It was cold in nature, but heated coming from Peter's perspective. His spine shivered and his gut was kicking itself as Peter forced himself to look away.

"Sounds like you wanted her around--"

"You want her around dad, and I..well.."

"Yeah yeah I know how it goes." Tony huffed out, patting the spot before him once more.

"Sit."

Sit? What am I, a dog?

Peter's steps were hesitant, yet quickened as he neared closer and closer to his father’s side.

He was warm and soft..a heavy presence beside him that nobody but him could possibly fill.

Peter looked over at him as the movie flickered to life and his father wrap an arm around his smaller frame--his large hand rubbing up and down his bicep.

It was a good movie--he figured it was at least as he watched some random car get blown up into a million pieces.

He wondered if, since his dad had gotten up and gotten a bit more to drink, he'd be able to get away with something.

To get away with..

well..

Peter's heart rate quickened its pace and his mouth seemed to water at the idea of wrapping his arm around his father’s gut.

Feeling the warmth..the strength..

feeling close.

He wondered how many problems would be fixed in his life if he wasn't afraid his father would think him a total weirdo for wanting some type of physical attention from him.

He used to get kisses goodnight and hugs after school--maybe even a high five or a fist bump when he'd done a real good job on a homework assignment.

Peter's eyes filled with tears as he felt his body pressed up against his father’s own--and as his head rested against the other man's chest--he wondered..

Just..

Just..

Peter heard the familiar clank of glass and the click of a hand-held bottle opener, and knew this might be the only chance he's got.

To touch him. Feel him..

Hold him..

With a hesitant hand and a shaking set of fingers, Peter let his hand roam across his father’s stuffed belly--

"Mmph.." He heard his Father grunt--his own hand suddenly patting Peter on the arm--

" A little lower would ya.." He murmured out--a clear slur evident. Peter felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants, and nearly pulled away--but upon realizing his dad..

"Be daddy's good boy.."

Peter suddenly fell lax against his father as his hand continued to rub across the tight old t-shirt--his fingers occasionally drifting over the line of hot, hair covered skin that peaked from where the shirt wasn't quite reaching.

Peter felt his father pull him closer after a few moments of rubbing, and when he felt a kiss being placed against his head--Peter gripped the shirt a bit, scared, exhilarated--and aroused all at the same time.

Please do it again, he pleaded within his brain, and when he did, Peter melted even more.

"Your daddy's a sick man Peter. Surprised you came back at all."

Sick?

"Sick?" Peter asked, suddenly a bit concerned, though he was quickly shot down with a chuckle from beside him.

"Sick in the head, Pete.." and he sighed then, Peter suddenly feeling the man squeeze him one last time before his body was shifting away.

Peter's eyes widened even more as tears began to rim the area making his vision blurred in the dark--

"Dad?.." Peter asked, voice nearly cracking at the word.

"I think it'd be best if we get on to bed.."

"B-But.." and Peter suddenly was met with the action on the screen that was still playing, though the volume was low, "but the movie--we can't not finish the movie."

"You finish it then--tell me how it goes in the morning." His father murmured before standing up and stretching a bit, hands filled with dark glass bottles.

Peter stared down at them before noticing the tent that was evident in the other man's pajama pants--it was clear even through the tears hazing his vision.

It was clear even through the thick darkness that surrounded them--and all Peter could do was sit there.

Sit, think--realize he wasn't the only one.

Realize he wasn't crazy--

Impulse is what coursed through Peter's veins as his heart pumped out pure liquid courage--

"Daddy d-don't go." Peter whined into the night--his hand wrapping around his father’s wrist with a tight, shaking grip.

"Don't leave me."

His father turned on his heel after a few stagnant moments of silence.

"Peter.."

"Please--please just sit down." He pleaded.

The man continued to stand, staring down at him and watching with his roaming eyes at the way Peter's free hand patted the space he'd once occupied.

"Hold me daddy..please just.." and suddenly his voice grew wet and his vision blurred even more.

What if he didn't listen? What if he left again like last time?

He didn't think he could handle another five years when one December evening he got this.

All of this--and for what?

Peter felt his body shake as a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around him--hands splayed.

"I-I think I'm sick too." He stuttered out past sniffling cries, "Daddy don't leave me alone."

Peter felt his body pulled against the other--and as he listened to the gentle hushing and felt the rubbing on his back begin, his father spoke.

"I could never leave you.." he muttered as his father’s hand ran through his soft head of brown, drying curls.

"I'm so sorry Peter.."

Sorry for what?

Making him sick?

Making him love his father the way nobody ever should?

Peter cried even harder into his father’s soft chest and figured he'd never say it was okay, but he also figured that forgiveness would soon follow regardless.

They were sick together now, after all..and they would die together too.

END

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Golly gosh ha--anyways. I wrote this last night at a stunning 2:32 am so it of course got a bit angsty

It kinda felt like Peter regressed almost with the use of ‘daddy’ at the end—but who knows. Maybe he was just doing it to gain the attention of his father since he’d heard it a few times already that night :P

Hope ya'll are doing okay tho <3