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rainee-da · 7 months ago

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Hello how's your day!! I wanna request fluff for the Walkis (the six critters) if that's okay... Thank you very much!!!!

URGRHRH I JUST RLLY LIKE YOUR WRITINGS HUEGSGSJAJKAK

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Lévis Rosequartz 🧲 / Charles Contini 📞 / Galuf Gargaron 👅 / Kenny Clark 🧊 / Malcolm Curtis 🪲 / Lovie Rosequartz ⚡

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R-15 for suggestive themes on some / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

L É V I S R O S E Q U A R T Z 🧲

Scarlet red creeped from his neck up to his face. He stares at you with a bewildered look, unable to comprehend your 'ridiculous' request.

"H-huh?! Y-you want t-to... s-sleep... my l-lap... are you insane?! Stop acting like an idiot!" he shrieked as he scooted back to the edge of the bench.

He tried. He swears to the mightiest God or Goddess up there that he tried his absolute best to stay firm. He tried to kept a stern posture while you're looking at him like a kicked puppy.

After all, laying on people's lap in broad daylight on school ground is too lovey-dovey! too scandalous!

What would everyone think?! What would his FATHER think?!

But his resolution dwindling as rapidly as it could when you asked him again. This time fully utilizing those puppy-eyes to its maximum capacity.

"F-Fine! Just do whatever you want!" he snapped with an angry tone as he finally scooted closer and slumped his back against the bench, grabbing his abandoned book and flipping it to random page.

His mind is gearing at a rapid pace as he tried to calm his nerves, his damaged eyes now started to feel itchy. That's fine though, just act as if you didn't care and all would be fine, right?

The rumble in his mind shatters when he finally felt that soft pressure against thighs. He, embarrassingly, lets out a high-pitched low screech and he almost bang his nape to the bench.

"I-Idiot! Stop moving around so much!" he barked weakly as he squirmed in his seat, while you simply nuzzle onto his thighs. Uncaring of his outward misery.

He swears to God you'll make him die from heart attack one of these days…

He gulped, face scarlet red and teeth gritting as he stares down at your peaceful expression. His brain fixated onto your facial features, silently making it his new fixation.

His hand moves to move the strand that is in the way of your face. And his index finger accidentally brush against your lips...

Why is it moist? Can he try it-

Your face will ended up being littered with a bunch of tiny shred of paper. Because the man above you is apparently too nervous and ending up grinding down on his book with his teeth.

C H A R L E S C O N T I N I 📞

"Y-yes? Sure, sure... of course, Mama... W-what? My voice? O-oh, I'm just cold... It's winter a-after all.. Yes, yes, of course I'm using the b-blank...kkket.... you gave me... Really, I'm fine!"

The one and only Charles Contini is, in fact, not fine. His face is currently match that of a boiling hot kettle.

His body trembles, hand almost dropping his phone as he attempts (but failed) to gave you his meanest death-glare.

But you didn't care. You just swing your head on his thigh mischievously then get your head back inside his shirt, doing whatever you want.

His other hand desperately yanked the fabric of your clothes, teeth gritting and in the break of speaking to his mother on the phone he mouthed to you a word 'please', his lips is now visibly trembling.

You, somehow had managed to make him hate talking to his mother right at this moment.

"Y-yeah yeah... Mama, I reallly think I gotta-Hhhah... Y-yeah really, I'm fine... I swear I'm fine! N-now Igottagobyeeee-" click, finally the torture is over.

He exhales loudly as he plopped his body on the bed. He rolled his body to the side, forcefully ripping you out of his lap. He mumbles, "You're unbelieveable," as he rubbed his face with his palm.

You though, didn't care. You simply take a peek to his face with a smug look on your face, clearly satisfied. Fueling his irritation more.

Out of nowhere though, the tables has turned. He startling you by moving so fast and now you're pinned down on the bed, with him on top of you.

He smirked at you, tilting his head to the side. He looks so menacing... and hot.

"Mama said that I shouldn't play rough with others... but," he purrs quietly as his hand roamed to your sides, and his other hands pick up the strand of your hair and brings it to his mouth, giving it a peck.

His head leans closer, breath brushing againts the skin of your neck and he let out a low chuckle. Your reaction is simply too adorable.

"... I think a punishment is due, don't you think?"

Don't be weird lol he just tickled your sides lmaoooo of course I'm not insinuating anything hahahahhahaa-

G A L U F G A R G A R O N 👅

"I-is this okay? Are you comfortable?" he stutters nervously, both of his hand hovers awkwardly over your relaxes figure on his lap, not knowing where to put it.

On your hair? What if he accidentally yank it? On your stomach? What if he pushed on it too hard? On your chest? Uh-

He snapped out of his turmoil when you mentioned that his shaking hand is currently sweating a river, and it's dripping down on you.

"Huh?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to please don't hate me-" please guide this poor lad. He never done this with anyone ever before. He's seriously gonna combust into acid mess!

His jitter and stutter earning him a few sore spot in his tongue due to him accidentally biting into it when trying to talk or move. It's a wonder that he managed to NOT bite it off.

His breath hitches when you grabbed his hand gently and guide it to rest flat on your hair, telling him to try playing with it as a start. THIS IS THE START?!

He swears if he accidentally hurt you he'll yank his limb off.

As the time passed by though, he started to calmed down as his mind focused on each strand of your hair. A faint blush tinted his cheek and by the time you realized it, he's in the middle of braiding your hair into a tiny parts. All the time checking your facial expression for any sign of discomfort.

His eyes rounded into what seemed like a doe-eye and his face relaxed, the corner of his mouth is quirked upwards into a small smile. He seems happy... until-

"WHAT'CHA LOOKING AT?!" He suddenly barked with eyes glaring to the side. Panicked, your head follows his direction and you saw his gang standing over there with face full of variation of expression.

Before you managed to speak your mind, your boyfriend's voice boomed across the place as he barked the word "SCRAM", making those group of teens scramble away into obscurity, almost stumbling onto each other.

"They're so noisy, I swear to God..." he mumble quietly, his eyes trailing back to meet your surprised expression. He avert his eyes shyly and he's back to his previous mode, stumbling over his word.

"I-I'm sorry, you must be surprised right?" he stated meekly as his hand silently encouraging you to lay back on his lap. "It's just my friends, they're being noisy as per usual. I hope I didn't scare you..."

Honestly, the duality of this man is mind-boggling.

K E N N Y C L A R K 🧊

"Calm down, no one's gonna now," he said nonchalantly, patting your hair without looking at you as his hand flipped through the pages of his module.

The both of you are in the library right now, and as it should be; nobody should be flirting in the library. Getting caught holding hands in itself will earn the culprit an one-day ban from accessing the library.

But did your boyfriend care? Of course not.

Because if he cares you wouldn't be in this situation right now; head pressed down onto his lap with one hand while he busying himself, studying for finals.

He reasoned that your love is his 'battery', therefore you should be 'charging him'. Whatever that means.

Sometimes he'll look down on his lap to check on you. He'll pinch on your cheek to make you look at him and he'll blow you a kiss. With a face devoid of any emotions.

Though his face seems stoic, he's actually secretly gushing inside his mind. He swears that that your misery flustered face is so adorable! That blushing cheek, wavering eyes... it brings warm to his chest.

All of that gushy-mushy inside his mind, while you're nervously checking around the room. Afraid to find the librarian striding in without any time for you to react.

The both of you have been banned from the library for far too many times. And finals week is not the ideal time for that to happen.

Noticing your distress, he closed his eyes and sighed softly. His hand relaxed and he stopped putting pressure onto your head. Giving you a chance to finally scrambled out of his lap and act normal!

But that's too boring for him.

That's why now he wrapped his hand around your shoulder and pulling you closer. Effectively making you lean on his shoulder.

But that's not enough for him, no! so he uses his hand to tilted your head upwards, making you face him while he leans closer to rubbed the tip of his nose to yours. Enjoying the reaction he earned from you.

"Rest assured, my angel," he mumbled quietly, intentionally breathing through his mouth so it would brush onto your lips. "After all, our love is always stealthy, it will flies under the radar." yikes

You might be hallucinating but you swear that you saw a glimpes of his lips quirked upwards slightly as he leans closer slowly, tilting his head, almost touching your lips...

"MR. CLARK WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY LIBRARY?!"

On a positive note, if you get a bad grades for final, you're free to blame him now! Yay!

M A L C O L M C U R T I S 🪲

"Are you bored, my dear?" his voice is calm and soothing as he push the strand of hair that is in your face to the side, his other hand is brushing through the back of your hair gently.

He look to the side and stares at his fishing equipment that he put up by the edge of the river. It's been an hour and no fish has taken the bait yet.

He's not surprised though. Fishing is a long, waiting game after all. Especially if one decides to not use a lure. For him though, that's what makes it even more satisfying if he managed to catch one.

You lay on the grass with your head on his lap. Moaning and groaning about 'stupid fish not knowing what a fine cuisine is'. A low chuckles escapes his mouth, muffled by the tube in his mouth.

"Well, it's indeed taking longer than usual for fish to take my bait. I'm experimenting with the new bug after all," and that made you pouted. Something that he adores the most.

He's always hesitant to bring you with him fishing, knowing that you'll not be entertained. But for some reasons you always insisting on coming along, and every time his lap always ended up as your pillow.

Not that he minded though. You seemed relaxed and content as you nuzzle onto his thigh. And that's all he wanted, for you to be comfortable around him.

Not many people can bear to look at his... face. People often stated that 'it's the face that can only be loved by his mother'.

Not you though... you seems to think that his face is ethereal, as if he's one of Michelangelo's masterpiece. He never knew why you seems to think that way... but it warms his heart.

You suddenly shrieked, almost making him jump to defensive position and activate his magic. He frantically look to the side and his eyes widened when his fishing rod had finally started to twitch.

He moves away as you woke up from his lap and quickly keep a hold to the fishing rod, slowly reeling it in and strategically stopped to not startle anything that is currently taking his bait.

Meanwhile his heart thump against his chest, hearing you yelling encouragements to him as if you're a cheerleader.

And... voila! It's a baby catfish.

He stares at the wiggling little fish at the end of of his rod with a deadpanned expression, while you currently laughing your ass off.

He looks towards your direction, and he was stunned in silence as he stares at your amused face. It was simply... beautiful.

He knew his hobby is boring for you. But if it can make you laugh like this... he hopes you'll never get bored coming along with him.

He feels serene, at peace, all because of you.

L O V I E R O S E Q U A R T Z ⚡

"Oh, Hi... sorry, but Lévis is not here" he greets you with a soft voice as you come to his room, closing the book he's been reading and giving you his full attention as you walked to his bed.

His eyes widened in surprised when you, as usual, told him that you're here to hang out with him. A faint blushes painted his cheek as he let out a sweet laugh, "Oh, of course! please, come sit by me. I was starting to get bored myself."

He never gets used to you visiting him for some reasons. Even after a year of him being sick and losing his magic, he never did.

After being bedridden, it's rare for him to met people other than Lévis. His father never even consider him exist anymore, deeming him to be a defective product.

Maybe the last time he met his father was more than half a year ago? when he dragged him to this room?

All of that didn't surprised him though, he was just happy that his brother didn't meet the same fate as him. He believes all of this happen as a karma for never tried to stand up for his brother.

For you to stick around and visiting him every other weekend though, just to hang out with him and nothing else, is never failed to surprised him. I mean, why? he was weak now, everybody leaves, why won't you?

He giggles as he scoots a bit to give you space. As per usual, you'll get on his bed and put your head on his lap. Hugging his thin thigh in a koala grip as if it's your lifeline.

The pressure was a bit too tight, but it was fully welcomed. The extra warmth from your body is radiating and creeping to his heart, warming the negative thoughts away.

"How was school? anything interesting?" he questioned while brushing his hand to your hair, and his sweet smile never fades as he listens to your story. His eyes radiating with adoration as he stares down at you.

For him, your story was always interesting. Even if all you gonna talk in your entire visit is only about the shitty new cafeteria menu you had on school, it was all very interesting for him.

If you mentioned about his smile towards you, he'll giggle and cup your cheeks before giving your lips a small peck, "It's because I love you so much. You're so cute!"

Any reactions you gave him after that will earned you more peck for him. Don't scoot away from his lap though, he'll be sad! and he'll use his entire energy if he should to drag you back to his lap.

In his weakened state, all whom stay by his side other than Lévis is only you. For him, you're the breathe of fresh air in this cramped, lavish space.

Your existence stuck in his mind, and it's what keeps him going through the day as he dealt with the illness in his body.

As he pressed his forehead on top of yours, he mutters a soft 'thank you' before sighing, enjoying your presence by his side.

He'll trade everything in the world, for you to stay by his side... forever.

By the way, Lévis is currently outside of his room the entire time, holding a tray of food, wondering if he should go in and become a cockblock or not.

I'm currently as good as a constipated bull right now And THANK YOUUUUU SM BOO I'M HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE MY WRITING! 😭😭😭 UEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Since you didn't specify what type of scenario you would want me to write, I used this prompt to write for them. If this is not what you mean, feel free to send another request!!!

I put Lovie in as a curve ball because I'm curious on how I myself would interpret a character that only appeared in the few panels. But unexpectedly Malcolm ended up being the hardest one. I paused writing for a day just because of him lol.

Anyway, thank you @doughnuts-eater for your request! Sorry it takes too long for me to write! I hope you and everyone else will enjoy this one too! 🍀

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felswritingfire · 3 years ago

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That april brain rot with the three in one brain cell hit me with all the emotions. Would you be willing to write a continuation with the boys getting revenge for the reader?? I am out for some blood 😾😾😾😾

I... I may have gone off the deep end with this lmao.

But, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and everyone else in Heartlabyul have a tad bit of Yandere tendency, hope you don't mind jslkdfjldkf

The first part if anyone's curious!

TW: Yandere tendencies; descriptions of violence; Cussing; Possessiveness; Threats

It wasn't easy finding him- the bastard who did this. Ace had to do some fine digging to find out where he ran off to and even then he needed Cater's help (who didn't mind one bit, he was almost too eager) to find him hiding in the Dwarves house that the four of you officially became friends at.

Ace scowls at this realization, watching as the student cowered and squirmed under Deuce's shoe. "Oi, Juice-"

"What?" It probably came out a lot harder than Deuce was intending, but Ace really didn't mind, he understood the feeling.

It took a moment for Ace to continue, his sharp eyes taking in the way the boy whimpered in pain as Deuce dug his heel deeper into his spine. "Don't beat him up here-" he gestured around, waiting as green-blue eyes took in the familiar cob webs and worn wood- "got too many good memories and all that mushy stuff, you know?"

Duece nodded, his gaze dull as it focused back on the boy. "Yeah. But where are we gonna go?"

They stood there mulling over their limited options before they heard a snicker. Turning to Grim who floated behind them, Ace raised an eyebrow. "What? You got an idea, Raccoon?"

"Of course the Great Grim has an idea!" Grim kept snickering as his hind feet touched the ground, walking over to the trembling figure on the floor. His pupils where almost pin pricks as he stared down at him. "Why not take him to the cave?"

"C- cave?" The boy trembled, a bit of red dribbling from his split lip from where Deuce had socked him.

Ace let out a laugh- something mean and ugly. "We could! Just tie him up and wait for that thing to come and rip him to shreds right?"

Deuce hummed. "But Riddle told us not to do anything too nasty."

Ace slung an arm over his friend's shoulder, red eyes leering down at the round eyes of the boy. "He also said nothing that could be our fault- and, how would it be our fault if goldilocks here pulled some stupid shit and decided to fuck with some sort of monster, hm?"

Deuce's eyebrows twitched. His grin turned wicked as he nodded, "yeah, some dumbass thinking they're all that and getting screwed over... it'd be a pretty likely story."

Grim nodded, floating just above the above the boy's terrified face. "And we wouldn't even have to try!"

"W-why?" The student suddenly cried out. Ace couldn't help but stare down at him, the air suddenly getting tense. "Why are you all doing this?"

"What? Are you stupid?" Grim hissed, suddenly scratching the student's eye making him yelp. "You hurt my henchman, there's no other reason!"

"Hench-" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tight- "you mean (Y/N)?"

"'You mean (Y/N)?'- who else are we talking about, idiot?"

"Who else did you hurt as badly as them, huh?" Deuce leaned down, grabbing a fistful of the boy's hair, yanking him back hard. The boy winced.

"They- they-" he licked his lips, wheezing for air- "they said no! They should have said yes, it would have been so much easier! We- we're meant to be-" his shaking words bleed into a sudden groan as the fist holding his blond strands tightened to the point that Deuce's leather gloves groaned in protest.

Ace threw his head back laughing, "meant to be? Bull- fucking- shit! You don't know anything about them!" The boy opened his mouth to say something when the side of a polished shoe ended up slamming into his teeth. "You wanna know who does know them? Us. We pretty much now everything about them. If they belonged-" he snorted- "together with anyone, it'd be fucking us."

He reveled at the rage that flashed in those blue eyes, the sheer audacity this idiot had thinking he was something important to you made another snort leave Ace's throat.

Deuce growled, his lips curling. "What're you so pissed about? Is it because Ace is right? That they barely knew your name and then rejected you? What'd you expect?" Deuce suddenly slammed their head down against the rotting floor board and the boy let out a pained shout, Grim giggling in the background. "You expect them to run into your arms? Huh? Dumbass!" He reared his head back and slammed it back down again. There was a worrisome crack, but none of them seemed to care.

"We..." The student whimpered. "We were meant to be something... They would have learned to love me. They would have..."

Grim let out another hiss, blue flames flicking out of the corners of his mouth. "They would have nothin'! My henchman is my henchman! You can't have them! I'll burn you to a crisp if I have to!"

"Don't burn him alive, idiot raccoon." Ace said, grabbing the cat by the back of the scruff. "Remember, we let the monster have it's way with him, remember?"

"Monster?" The familiar voice made the group jump. Ace turned to see Riddle, Trey, and Cater standing in the dilapidated doorway. Riddle's eyebrows raised as he took a step towards them. "There're monsters here?"

"Yeah!" Grim said, a little too happy, "Big and scary! It has a pickaxe!"

"And you're thinking about... giving this one to it?"

"Why not?" Ace shrugged, his eyes shining with a sadistic malice as his gaze floated between the student (who was barely moving now, he figured that he might have been knocked out). "It'd be easy to come up with an excuse as to why he was out here-"

"It really would!" Cater suddenly chimed in, a grin on his lips, "I went diving through his files, turns out he's not as much of a goody-goody as he wants everyone to think!" He pulls out his phone, tapping at his screen before leaning over and showing it to Riddle who's eyebrows raised and eyes widened as he skimmed over the words.

"Ditching- causing multiple fights-" he mumbled, his eyes narrowing the further he went.

"Yep! It'd be really simple!"

"And he deserves it!" Deuce declared, "after everything he put (Y/N) through..." his face twisted into something angry, pupils dilating. "He deserves ten times worse."

"I agree," Trey said, nodding. A sage smile on his face, while he rolled up his sleeves (he had forgone his jacket and vest, only in the thin white undershirt of his uniform tucked into the belted waist of his pants). "So, let's get to doing that, if that's alright with you, dorm leader?"

Riddle nods. "It's only right." His steely eyes open slowly to reveal the rage boiling in them. "Hurting someone so important. It only deserves the most fitting punishment."

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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53, 65, 100 w/ Nomad Steve?

53) “Is that a tattoo?”

65) “Pull my hair!”

100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Ahh, nomad!Steve with a tattoo kink and a bit of a possessive streak? With hair pulling?

Nonnie, it’s like you came up with this to torment me specifically.

Smutty smut, no minors!!

You groaned as you tried to take off your shirt, your ribs creaking and a jolt of pain shooting up your side where Sam has caught you.

This almost never happened. You were faster than Wilson, and prided yourself on your ability to dodge every strike he tried to land and turn him into a frustrated mess. You thought you could handle him and Nat at the same time but she was so fucking sneaky that her slap caught you off guard and gave Sam the chance to land a solid kick to your midsection that had sent you flying across the mat.

You could still hear him apologizing as you winced, chewing your lip as you tried to assess whether anything was broken.

“Hey Y/N... what the fuck happened to you?”

“Rogers, perfect! I can’t get out of my shirt.” You said, turning to the giant and flapping your useless arm at him as he looked at you with concern.

“Ok, what do you want me to do exactly?” He said, cocking an eyebrow at you as he watched you struggling.

“Just... just fucking rip it off.” You huffed. “I can’t move my arm.”

He grunted as he stepped forward and gripped your shirt in his hands and shredded it easily, smirking at you as you let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh god, that’s it.” You moaned, rolling your shoulder and pressing your palm to your side as you started moving to the freezer to grab an ice pack.

“Wilson finally manage to land a hit?” He asked as he gazed at you, shaking his head when you hissed at the sensation of the ice on your ribs.

“Yeah, but only because Romanoff fights dirty.” You scowled, sinking onto the bench and lying down as you did your best to take deep breaths.

“Yeah, I could’ve told you that.” He said as he sat next to you. “Is that a tattoo?”

“What?” You said before realizing he’d never seen you with this little clothing on before. “Uh, yeah it’s a tattoo.”

“It’s beautiful.” He muttered, his hand reaching out hesitantly as if he wanted to run his fingers over the skin below your breasts but stopped himself at the last second. “What is it?”

“It’s a rosemaling.” You muttered, watching him closely as his eyes raked over the intricate pattern. “Norwegian folk art.”

“Can I see the rest of it?” He asked, his eyes dark as he gazed at you, his fingers still itching to reach for your chest.

“Steve, I’d have to take my bra off.” You mumbled as you chewed on your lip.

You’d never seen him like this. Sure, you’d joked with each other and flirted with no real intention before but this heavy exchange was different. Your breath was coming in shallow little pants and you could feel arousal soaking your panties as he scooted closer to you on the bench.

“That’s fine.” He grumbled, his gaze still tracing the path of the ink where it disappeared below the fabric.

He reached out and tugged at the zipper at the front of your bra, his eyes moving to yours as he drew it down slowly, inspecting you closely for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. You just bit your bottom lip and dropped the ice pack to the floor, your injury completely forgotten as he freed your breasts.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed, running his thumb over the swirls of ink that ran between and under your breasts, tracing the swell of your tits and making you throb with need as you arched into his hand and let out a moan. “How long did this take?”

“Five hours.” You murmured, trying to focus on his questions as the sensation of his fingers on your skin overwhelmed you.

“God, that’s amazing.” He growled before pulling you into his lap and nuzzling himself into your skin.

You gasped as his tongue flicked out to run over the tattoo, the flat of his tongue tracing the curve of your breast as he followed the pattern over your chest. He groaned as he felt the slightly raised ridges of ink against his lips, his mouth insistent against your breasts as he worshipped the art of your skin.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you into his face as he worked you over. You tangled your fingers in his hair as his beard scratched at you and he trailed over your ink with his lips and tongue. You cried out when he suddenly laved his tongue over your nipple before sucking it between his lips and making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck, Steve! I’m gonna come!” You whined as he moved to your other nipple and repeated the same process.

His only answer was to growl against your chest and press you into his lap as you swallowed a scream, your grip on his hair growing painful as your pussy fluttered wildly and your whole body shook. He held you tightly as you came down, panting against your chest.

“You have any other ink, sweetheart?” He purred as he finally felt you relax, your breath returning to a regular rhythm while you sank into his lap and he started to press soft kisses up your chest until he was mouthing at your throat.

“Yeah.” You grinned as his teeth scraped over your jaw. “Why? You wanna see?”

“Don’t fucking tease me gorgeous.” He growled. “Where is it?”

“Right leg.” You whimpered as he pressed you against his growing erection.

He moved to cover your mouth with his as he tore your leggings off you, his tongue curling against yours in slow smooth strokes as he laid you down on the bench and ground against you. He pulled away to sit up over you, leaving you breathless and needy as he gazed at your thigh.

His breath hitched as he took in the delicate pattern of vines and flowers that covered your entire leg, disappearing under the fabric of you panties as it moved up your hip. He ripped your panties off and traced over the ink lightly with his fingertips as he ran his tongue over his lower lip.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, taking a beat to gaze at you, your spine twisted to the side as you stared up at him.

You gasped as he ran his hand over the back of your thigh, teasing his thumb over your glistening pussy where it was peeking out from between your legs.

He let out a feral growl and then ripped off his clothes in a frenzy. Your mouth started watering when you got a look at his cock, thick and veiny and you weren’t totally sure you could take all of him but damn if you weren’t gonna give it a try.

He hooked his hand under your knee and spread your legs apart, using his other hand to tease his tip against your puffy lips. You let out an obscene moan as he pushed into you, arching your back even more as he slid his tip into your warm cavern.

“Shit, Steve, keep going!” You whined as he kept pulling you down on his length, your pussy fluttering wildly around his length as he stretched you open, a slight sting accompanying the immensely full feeling af being stuffed to the brim.

He hissed through his teeth when his hips met yours and you started mewling and whimpering like an idiot as you adjusted to him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He muttered, pulling out of you halfway before sliding back in again at a deliciously slow pace.

He pulled out of you again but this time snapped his hips forward viciously, making you scream. His hands kept running over the tattoo on your thigh as he fucked you, his gaze trained on the tattoo under your breasts as your tits bounced with each thrust of his hips. You whined when he hooked your knee over his shoulder, spreading you open even further as he bent over you and ground his pubic bone against your clit.

“Oh fuck, Steve!” You cried as he did the same thing and you started clenching around him with each push of his hips. “Pull my hair! I’m so fucking close!”

He bent over you and pressed his face to yours, his lips tugging at yours insistently until you opened up to him. His hand gripped the hair at the back of your skull and wrenched your head back as he shoved his tongue down your throat.

“Do it. I wanna feel you come all over my cock.” He murmured against your lips as you sobbed with pleasure.

You shrieked as your entire body went rigid before vibrating around his cock as you squirted all over his abs and your eyes rolled back in your skull.

“Shit.” He growled as he buried his face in your neck, his cock throbbing inside you before he filled you with thick white ropes of his cum, fucking it into you with a series of staggered thrusts as the two of you collapsed against the bench.

“So,” you panted as he smothered you under his body weight. “You like tattoos?”

“Love tattoos.” He murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow behind your ear before sitting up and giving you a sloppy grin.

“Maybe I’ll let you watch when I get my next one.” You sighed as he pulled out of you, aftershocks still coursing through your body.

“That may not be the best idea.” He chuckled darkly as he went to grab a towel, biting his lip when he got a view of his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

You rolled your eyes at him, catching the towel he tossed you in mid-air and running it over the inside of your thighs.

“Well, unless you’re gonna give me the tattoo Rogers, I don’t really see how that’s gonna be possible.” Your ribs were starting to ache again, making you wince.

He didn’t have a chance to respond before Nat came strolling into the locker room like nothing was happening, laughing lightly as Steve dove behind the line of lockers and let out a steady stream of curses.

“Goddamn it Romanoff!” He swore at her while you rolled your eyes and tossed his sweats over the lockers to him. “Ever heard of knocking?”

“Ever heard of not fucking in the shared locker room?” She said with a shrug as you wrapped a towel around yourself and gave her an apologetic shrug. “Hey Wilson! They’re finished, you can finally pee!”

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A/N: Welp, this has officially killed me. I’m gonna go shower now and cool down. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

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silversatoru · 4 years ago

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hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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Kinktober D16: Obvious - Hybrid! San

Pairing: Hybrid! San x f! Reader

Warnings: Marking kink, possessive sex, jealous sex, oral (f! receiving), degradation, heat sex, manhandling, dom + sub themes, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kitten kink, degradation, spanking.

Word Count:1,285

Tag List: @hyunsungcore

Human hybrid couples weren’t too common despite the laws that equalized both of them. The ones that did form didn’t seem to last too often either, due to toxicity that would develop in them. That’s part of what made your relationship with San so unique, the tiger hybrid intimidating to a lot of people in your life, but never scaring you away. Even his easily excitable nature, something you learned was common among tiger hybrids especially with their lovers, something you found endearing rather than intimidating. There was only one time when you found your boyfriend intimidating was when you flipped a certain switch in him, the switch that sent him into a heat. Something that male tigers never really deal with in the wild, but considering what your boyfriend’s species was originally bred and intended for made quite a bit of sense. Though he already went through his heat for the year so he should be fine for the year. Or at least you thought he’d be fine until you came home from work to be bombarded with San as he lunges at you upon your return. A low growl rumbling through his chest as his nose presses against your neck like usual to take in your scent.

“Kitten is there a reason why another man’s scent is all over you?” San nips at your neck while he questions you already moving to pin your form against the wall, “Why is his scent all over what’s mine?”

The heat of his skin spiked as it pressed against you and caused you to pant softly as you recognized the sighs, “S-San? A-Are you in another heat?”

San hums in response, “You sent me into another one smelling like this...f-fuck I just want to claim you right now. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to kitten.”

“Well, no one’s stopping you, especially not during your heat babe. Go ahead and do whatever you want.” You give in easily, knowing how hard his heat could get and how possessive he was when he found another scent on you. Praying that you’d survive the combination of both together, but knowing that it’d be more than worth it. San collides his lips against yours aggressively, you giving into his dominance as he licks into your mouth, nipping harshly at your bottom lip.

San's hands greedily grasp for whatever skin they can find as he breaks away from your bruised lips to kiss over your jaw, "We'll see if that fucker takes a hint once he sees you're obviously taken."

San's growls are deep in his chest, vibrating up and against your skin where his lips press a soft kiss to each sensitive spot before his teeth move to nip harsher and harsher at your skin, suckling the section after leaving a small bite. Tongue laving over the mark and leaving one final kiss before moving to the next spot, marking up both sides of your neck and even both collar bones before your shirt interferes. Already able to guess that you wouldn't have nearly enough make-up to cover every mark his mouth would leave on your skin. Not even just the obvious ones. His fingers dig into your blouse so quickly that you don’t even have time to register what he’s doing until it’s already been torn to shreds and ripped off your form. San’s mouth is immediately on you again marking any expanse of skin he can get to deep reds and purples to the hem of your bra. San practically snarling at you, nearly making your knees give out at how dark his eyes have turned looking up into yours.

“His scent really is all over you, isn’t it? Why is it so strong here?” San nips at your nipple through your bra before following the scent lower to near your hips, “Did you let him touch you everywhere kitten? Were you being a dirty little slut today?”

Your moans in response only make San’s mouth work harsher on your skin, less sucking and more biting involved in each of the marks he leaves. Your bra is long gone as your breasts are soon covered in his claim instead, his mouth latching onto your nipples as his hands make quick work of your skirt and panties from work. San only moves on from your nipples once he’s sure they’re extra sensitive thanks to him. Instead of continuing lower though he back you up to the couch sitting you on the armrest and stepping between your legs, capturing your lips again before he rips his own shirt off and laying you back some to continue leaving marks on your still unpainted skin.

“You’re in for a long week kitten, I hope you know that.” San chuckles darkly as he releases another patch of your skin, “I’m gonna fuck you so full of cum even all the other little humans will smell me on you.”

San’s mouth is almost where you want him as he’s practically on his knees now, you spread your legs further for him knowing you're already dripping for him. Expecting him to waste no time due to his heat, but instead, he pulls away from your core and down to one leg, gripping your ankle. He kisses his way up leaving a few marks on your calf before littering your thigh even below where your skirts usually fall only to give your other leg the same treatment ignoring your whines and whimpers as you beg for his mouth to just be on you already. When he makes his way up again he pulls away hands spreading you open further for him, looking at your face as you squirm beneath him.

“Why won’t you stay still kitten? Are you afraid I’ll find his cum in this filthy little cunt of yours? Let me guess he couldn’t satisfy you as well as I can?” San’s words would sting any other time, but the embarrassment that flushed through you along with the heat and dominance rolling off him as you got needier by the second.

“W-Why don’t you taste me and find out?” You meekly taunt, but he hears it clear as day. You know he does by the way his ear twitched and the tick of his eyebrow, the only sign you get from him before his mouth is on your core. Suckling onto your clit like if he stops for even a second he’ll die, growling against it to make your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fucking drenched like a little slut. You're my little slut though, huh? Walking around with his scent, but you didn’t let him have you. Cause you’re all mine aren’t you, kitten?” San questions lapping at your entrance. A moan isn’t the answer he’s looking for though as he spanks your aching pussy, clit throbbing in response as you cry out, him growling out one last warning, “Answer me.”

“A-All yours! I’m your filthy fucking slut! Your kitten! S-San please!” You wonder if you’ve done enough as he only curls his tongue into you once before pulling away again. When he’s flipping you over though and placing your hips on the highest part of the armrest to show your ass off you already know what he’s planning, “F-Fuck yes! San please, please fuck me so good! Show everyone who owns this pussy!”

San laughs breathlessly as he strips behind you, playfully spanking your ass as he teases his tip through your fold before gripping your hips harshly and suddenly thrusting all the way into you. Leaning down with a smirk he kisses the shell of your ear before whispering.

“Oh, I will, kitten. You’ll be dripping my cum for days.”

Author Note: I plan on making a part two for this at some point. Hit me up if you wanna see if and maybe I’ll get to it sooner. No promises though.

#kinktober #san smut #san oneshot #ateez smut #ateez oneshot

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Nightmare (7)-

Warnings: (Smut! Finally!) Drunken Sex, Slight Manhandling, Minho is somehow both v. rough and soft at the same time, Marking Kink, Minho lovin’ your body up, Nipple Play, Very very slight Navel Kink, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Slight Degradation, Creampie, Cumplay etc.

Word Count: 4k

Song Recs: “church” and “slow down” by Chase Atlantic (Cause that’s what I listened to when writing this, and it may have made me go a little crazy on this smut scene lol.)

Your brain was all over the place, your heart thudding as Minho pulled you out of the room, into the empty hallway. He slammed you against the wall, trapping you with his arms as he looked deep into your eyes, glaring.

“I’m confused. Y/n. I’m so fucking confused.” He couldn’t take it anymore. His heart was a mess, love and hate mingling in him, suffocating him.

You blinked rapidly. He was way too close to you. You couldn’t think straight with those lips right in front of you.

“W-what? What’re you talking about?”

He scoffed. “You’re well aware, don’t bullshit me.”

He used his finger to tilt your chin up. “Recently, you’ve been making me feel...things. I don’t like it. I fucking hate it, okay?” Minho felt tears prick his eyes. He hated the way you were making him vulnerable. He hated being weak. The scariest thing about all of this was the fact that it wasn’t recent. He’d just been denying and trapping his emotions for almost sixteen years now...you’ve always been his weakness.

He bit his lip. You were looking up at him with those wide eyes of yours...and it was doing things to him. God, he fucking hated the way your expression was making blood rush south. He leaned in closer. “I don’t like that asshole either. I don’t like the way he keeps flirting with you. You’re mine, okay?” He growled.

“What? I- you can’t say stuff like that. I’m not your girlfriend.”

He smirked. “Technically, you are.”

Before you could say anything more, his lips were back on yours as he feverishly kissed you again, like a man starved. You moaned into the kiss, hooking your arms around his neck as he ran his hands up your body, slipping them under your top. “Fuck, I wanna rip this right off you-” He snapped, lips going to your neck as he kissed you.

“N-not here.”

“You’re right.” He said, pulling away from you, grabbing your wrist again. “Come on.”

***

The car ride was silent, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You kept glancing at him, noting the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly, gritting his teeth.

When you reached, Minho silently waited, looking straight ahead as he continued tapping the steering wheel. You removed your seat-belt, nervously getting out and walking to your apartment, looking behind you to see if he was following.

He was, his eyes fixed on your back as the two of you got inside the elevator. You pressed the button to your floor, leaning back against the wall. Your heart was pounding as you thought of what was going to happen. God, were you even ready? It was all happening too fast.

Of course, there had been times when the sexual tension between you two was so evident that even some of your mutual friends noticed it. Those incidents grew in number over the last two years, when you started living together. In fact, you’d once walked in on Minho naked in the shower. You hadn’t seen much though, cause he’d shrieked so loudly that you’d closed the door immediately.

But it wasn’t like Minho left much to your imagination anyway. He would constantly walk around shirtless, and occasionally, he would wear grey sweatpants that made it crystal clear that the man sometimes liked going commando. You suddenly realized that in a while, you might actually be seeing his cock, and not just the outline of it. You slowly glanced at Minho, observing the quiet anger in his expression...and knew you probably wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week.

But as he continued avoiding eye contact, you wondered if anything was going to happen at all. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding? You began to calm down a little bit. Yeah, definitely...you were freaking out over nothing. Surely Minho wouldn’t throw away sixteen years of friendship for one night of drunken sex...right?

You were wrong. Because as the elevator reached the floor and you walked out, his mind was swimming with thoughts. He couldn’t comprehend his emotions correctly. Him? In love? It was such an unusual concept to wrap his head around.

Minho had always used sex as a way of forgetting things, a way to satisfy himself and get rid of stress. Maybe the reason he was feeling these things was out of curiosity, that had risen from living with a girl? After all, puberty had treated you quite kindly. You were no longer the innocent girl who’d spilled glue on him in kindergarten.

He couldn’t deny that he’d had some not-safe-for-work thoughts about you before. You were also the first girl he’d ever masturbated to. He inwardly chuckled when he thought about high-school Minho and the way he’d had no other material to jack off to. After that day though, Minho had chalked it off to the fact that you were the only girl he interacted with, until he got to college. But then of course, history had repeated itself in the shower a few days ago.

Also, you were the only girl in his life that he hadn’t fucked. Yes...maybe finally having sex with you would push these feelings out of his head? He needed to remind himself that you were just like the other girls. He was an expert at fucking after all...he’d done this a thousand times!

Why then, did he feel so nervous?

***

As soon as you opened the door, Minho lifted you up, causing you to gasp in surprise before you were pushed against the wall again, your legs now wrapped around his waist as he furiously pressed kisses to your neck, marking you up. A moan slipped past your lips as you held onto him, the way he was pressed up against you making you dizzy. “Why...” He breathed down your neck, “...are you making me feel this way...”

You whimpered as he ran his tongue over the red patches blooming on your neck. “There, now that fucker can back off.” He smirked, staring at his masterpiece for a few seconds.

He pulled away from you, stretching his arm to close the door. Supporting your weight, his arms moved under your thighs as you clung to him, the two of you still kissing as he carried you further into the apartment. He sat down, sucking on your bottom lip as you felt him grope your ass, groaning. You moved to adjust yourself on his lap, pausing when you felt his hardened crotch brush up between your thighs. He grinded up into you, slipping his hands back under your top. “Fuck...I need this to be off now. Need to...need to see all of you.”

You tugged the edge of your top, licking your lips. You didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from, but you reached up to cup your boobs, running your fingers over your nipples until they became erect, pressing through the thin fabric as you let out a wanton moan. Minho watched you, the intensity and ardor behind his stare making you wetter than you thought was possible.

“Fuck. That’s it.” He flipped you around, pressing you onto the couch, crawling over you as he spread your legs apart, fitting himself between them. His eyes raked over your face as he grabbed your top, clutching it before ripping the flimsy material in half. You squealed in shock.

“What the fuck...Minho!?” His eyes ran over your exposed boobs as he groaned, ignoring you.

“I...you tore my shirt!” To be honest, you didn’t really care...the action had only made you soak your panties even more, and it wasn’t like you were ever going to wear that top again. From the way Minho raised his eyebrows, it was evident that he knew that as well.

“No bra, angel?”

“Well, it was a halter top...”

He leaned down over you, taking your boob in one hand as he kissed the other, keeping eye contact as he took your nipple in his mouth. You winced as he bit down on your bud gently. Running the pad of his thumb over your left nipple, he softly suckled on your right one, letting out the lewdest moans as he paid attention to your breasts, mercilessly sucking and biting your tits until they were red and supple.

At this point you were dripping, pussy throbbing, anticipating him as he kissed his way up to your lips, sighing into your open mouth. You let your hands drift up to his hair, softly tugging as he moaned against you, pressing his bulge against you harder.

It was dark, since the two of you hadn’t bothered to switch on the lights, but you could still see his face thanks to the moonlight streaming in through the glass balcony doors. He looked so far gone, biting his sore lips, his eyes lidded as he stared at you, looking like he was committing every detail to memory.

You were pretty sure his expression was reflected in you as well. He hummed as he pulled away, ripping your shirt a little more, and throwing the shreds onto the floor. He mumbled something as he pressed his palms over your torso, scooting backwards a little and running his tongue over your belly, circling your belly button, before flicking his tongue in and out of your navel playfully. Pulling away, he dipped his finger in, slightly tickling you.

You whimpered, causing him to chuckle as he continued sucking and licking all over, christening your entire body with his saliva.

As Minho kept up his ministrations, there was a small voice in the back of his head asking him why he hadn’t fucked you yet. Usually, he engaged in minimum foreplay before he screwed someone. However, with you...somehow, he was consumed with this deep desire to keep loving your body like this. He wished he could leave permanent marks all over you...there was an ardent feeling of possessiveness that was gripping him. But for now, he settled for hickeys, adorning your body with his marks as your moans graced his ears.

“P-please..”

“What was that?” Minho looked up at you, his lips curling as an evil grin took over his features.

“I need you...Fuck, I need you so bad. P-please touch me...” You begged.

His grin disappeared as it was replaced with a look of potent passion as he growled, fiddling with your jeans button as he tried to pull them off. You moved to help him, but his hand shot out to grab your wrist, pinning it over your head as he used his other hand to slide your jeans off you.

He adjusted himself, spreading your thighs apart and pressing kisses to your inner thigh. He pulled back a little, his eyes focused on your center. “Fuck...baby, you’ve drenched your panties through. Did you really enjoy my mouth that much?”

You nodded, pouting. He groaned. Using his index finger, he brushed over your covered clit. You were wearing lacy panties similar to the ones you’d worn that night when he’d found you in his bed, except these were a dark red color. His cock pressed painfully against his boxers, but he needed to enjoy this moment a little more. He couldn’t believe you were sprawled in front of him like this. He’d never imagined this would happen.

As he rubbed your pussy over your panties, your whimpers flowing out of you, he thought about how the tight lust and desire in him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He’d never felt this...this detached from reality. He couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck about the consequences that this night would bear. All he could concentrate was you, your body and your face, currently screwed up with pleasure as he placed a kiss to the front of your underwear.

Minho finally pulled your panties to the side, the sight of your sopping wet cunt coaxing a swear word out of him.

“This is all for me?” You let out a moan in response. He let out a breathy laugh suddenly as he ran his finger over your naked folds. “So this is why you take so long in the bathroom sometimes, huh? I’m not gonna complain anymore, if that’s the case.” You giggled a little at that, tapering at the end as you whined.

He couldn’t delay it any longer. He wanted to rip your panties off you, but the pair was too sexy to ruin. He settled for pulling them off as fast as he could, tossing them somewhere as his eyes took in your vulva smeared with your arousal.

He used two fingers to caress your labia, circling your entrance before pushing them in, sighing at the way your tight, velvety walls hugged his fingers. “You’re so warm...and so fucking wet. I can’t wait to ruin you, kitten.”

The pet name made you open your tightly shut eyes, staring at him as he smirked up at you. He kissed your abdomen, biting down as he let his fingers go deeper, curling up to find your sweet spot. You keened as his other hand fondled your breast, stroking your nipple as he moved his fingers in and out of you feverishly. It felt so good. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his thumb messed with your clit, chuckling at the slick sounds your pussy was making as he fucked you with his fingers.

“You like that? You like that, don’t you...my slutty little kitten loves it.”

You whined loudly, arms reaching out to hold on to something- anything- when his pace quickened, becoming faster and rougher as he scissored his fingers, before shoving them in and out mercilessly.

The way you arched your back as you screamed out his name was making him even harder, if that was even possible. “Come on, baby...cum. Cum, and then let me fuck that juicy pussy of yours.”

You came undone at his words, as he pressed his thumb over your clit. The electricity shooting through you heightened, your white-hot orgasm making you cry out Minho’s name, sniffling.

Minho pulled his fingers out slowly, his eyes dilating as he patted your twitching pussy. “Wow, a creamer, huh? Who would’ve thought...”

He held his wet fingers up to your mouth, slipping them past your lips. You sucked on them eagerly, your warm tongue and mouth wrapping around him, making him curse.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n, have you always been this fucking sexy?” He asked. You let out a muffled response, making him snicker. He took his finger out and you breathed in deeply.

“M-minho...you’re still fully clothed...and I’m naked.”

Minho frowned for a second. “Oh...I guess I am. Let’s fix that, shall we?” He winked, before taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt off next. He took your hand, pressing them to his abs as he leaned down, licking your lips before biting down on one, making you yelp.

He was so fucking hot. You watched as he drew back to unzip, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his dick to pop out. Your eyes widened. You’d known he was above average, but his cock was so...pretty, for lack of a better word to describe it. It was pink and veiny, the tip an angry red, and almost the perfect length.

He stroked his erection a few times before running the head all over your pussy lips, coating your vulva with his pre-cum. He finally aligned his dick with your entrance, the tip grazing your slit as he looked up at you.

The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. If you went through with this...there’d be sixteen years of friendship at stake.

At this point though, you’d already gone too far. It was too late to rethink your decisions...or was it? You could see the hesitance in Minho’s eyes as well. If you’d both been sober, this would most definitely never have happened...

Minho moved a little, opening his mouth to say something. The action made his dick rub against your clit, and you accidentally whined at the friction.

Oh, fuck no. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Minho slammed his hips into yours, bottoming out in one go thanks to how wet you were, prompting a scream from you. He pushed deeper, until his tip was hitting your cervix, a pleasurable pain shooting through you at the feeling.

“Angh~” Minho tossed his head back slightly at the heavenly feeling of your pussy wrapped around his length, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips.

He looked back down, groaning as he looked at the spot where you were connected. Slowly, he began to move, gazing at you with a lust-filled expression as he smirked. You wrapped your legs around his waist to take him deeper, arms around his neck as he began fucking into you, his cock relentlessly abusing all the places that made you want to cry in pleasure.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you upright. He pulled out, making you feel empty. But then, he was picking you up bridal style, stumbling into his room and throwing you onto the bed, face down.

He put a hand under you, guiding you to the position he wanted, your ass in the air. Spreading your cheeks, he spat on your hole, watching as your pussy trembled, the bead of clear liquid disappearing between your folds.

In a few minutes, his cock was pressing into you again, his girth stretching you out oh-so deliciously. “You’re so fucking hot, taking my big cock so well.” His dick continued ramming into you as you moaned loudly, clapping your palm over your mouth.

“Oh fuck no, baby. I want the neighbors to hear just how hard I’m fucking you. My kitten’s pussy getting pounded into so fucking hard...”

He reached under you to rub your clit, making you wail as you pressed your cheek against his mattress, pushing your ass back onto him.

“God, you’re so eager.” He pulled out and flipped you over again, moving you further up the bed and pressing you against the pillows as he continued thrusting into you, the lewd sounds filling the room as his hips met yours.

“Do you feel it, kitten? Feel the way your greedy pussy sucks in my cock? You were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you?” He leaned down to sloppily kiss you, thumb working wonders on your clit as he slowed down a little bit, going deeper. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into you in one thrust, making tears spill out of your eyes as you shook, his hand tightly gripping your waist, sure to leave bruises.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you looked into each other’s eyes. Fuck, those galaxy-filled eyes...

You were nearing your high. He suddenly shoved you onto your side, taking his place behind you and spooning you before lifting your leg and hooking his arm underneath, grabbing your boob and resuming his thrusts.

You moaned as he messed with your nipple, wetly sucking on your neck as his dick incessantly hammered into you.

All the stimuli combined together was proving to be too much for you. You cried out, screaming as you felt the powerful build-up settle itself in you, taking root deep in your core. You shook, each dive of his length driving a wave of pleasure through you. Everything was heating up, sparks smoldering across your lower half as the intensity of the sensations built up.

He ghosted his lips over the shell of your ear, a husky laugh escaping him. “Are you going to cum, princess? I can feel the way you’re clenching around me...”

“I’m...gonna...fuck, Minhoooo....”

You cried incoherently, feeling your orgasm explode, raking through your body in waves as you squeezed around Minho, causing him to stutter. The orgasm knocked the breath out of you as you convulsed, repeating his name like a prayer.

“Oh my god, angel...fuck, I-” He heaved a sigh, lustily pinching your nipple as he plunged his cock as deep into you as he possibly could.

He couldn’t say more, his grip on you tightening as you felt him cum, his seed painting you white as he thrusted rabidly, riding out his orgasm with short, breathy whimpers.

The two of you panted, basking in the afterglow of your highs. Your pussy was throbbing, your head pounding.

“You’re...perfect...” he breathed out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before he let go of your leg.

He moved, laying you on your back once again as he spread your thighs, his eyes hungrily running over the way your pussy quivered, more and more of his cum dripping down your folds with each spasm of your spent cunt. He looked up at you, biting his lip before his fingers collected the leaking drops, shoving them back into you as he finger-fucked his cum deeper into your aching pussy.

You sighed exhaustedly, hating the way his fingers were making your insides twist, a tornado of pleasure and overstimulation wheedling long, drawn out whines from you.

Once he was satisfied, he got up, finally kicking his pants off and pulling his boxers back up. You breathlessly wheezed, worn out. A few minutes later, you felt a towel being pressed to your folds, gently cleaning you up. Soon, Minho was wrapping you up in his arms, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered as you felt sleep overtake your senses.

Minho watched your sleeping features, his heart clenching. He’d thought that finally having sex with you would be a way for him to abandon those perplexing feelings he’d developed...however, as the moonlight washed over your sweaty, tangled bodies...all he could think about was how he wanted to stay in this position forever. Great, this had only made things worse.

He didn’t realize he was crying until a few minutes later. The vehemence of the emotions clutching his heart was making him dizzy. There was a reason he’d kept it locked up all those years...yet here he was, holding his best friend in his arms as he cried, like a weakling. He didn’t feel like himself.

He pulled you closer, remembering all the times you pushed him away when he came too near, or just looked plain uncomfortable in his presence. You just didn’t look at him the same way you did before college. It was like a switch had been flipped. You used to look at him with a wide smile adorning you at all times, playful and goofy. Yet for the past two years your eyes were closed-off, indecipherable...always looking like you were hiding something more. Was it because of him, and the person he’d become? Yes, he’d changed a lot...but did you really hate him because of it?

He shook his head, letting your soft snores lull him to sleep.

***

When he woke up, you were gone. He’d turned around, expecting to see you next to him, but the bed was empty.

Minho’s head was pounding, the hangover leaving his mouth dry. He felt like throwing up. He could barely remember last night...but he knew what had happened. The only moment he could recall distinctly was embracing you as you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, the familiar scent of your lemon flowers clouded with the smell of sex.

He got up with a yawn, stretching before he made his way to the living room, hoping to find you there. He frowned when there was no sight of you in the kitchen, either. He was beginning to get a little concerned...until he saw a piece of paper, weighed down with a pepper shaker.

He moved it, picking the letter up and reading it, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Minho. I should probably tell you this in person, but I don’t think I could handle that.

Last night was a mistake. The two of us weren’t in the right state of mind. In fact, I’m starting to think our whole friendship was a mistake...

I’m going to be staying at my friend’s for a while. I just don’t think this...us...is a good idea anymore. We’ve changed too much. I need some time alone after yesterday...and I hope you can understand that.

-Y/n.”

He tore the paper in two, grunting as he threw it down. Fuck this. He was crying again. Anger was burning him, and he could see nothing else, vision blurred due to the tears. He wanted to kill you for making him so weak.

He never knew love could be quite this painful.

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jetsetlife138 · 5 years ago

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Are you still accepting prompts/requests? Could I get #74 or #75 with Alastor x fem reader if you are? Please and thank you in advance :)

Whew! Sorry this took so long! I just kept rambling on, haha. I hope that it’s enjoyable nonetheless! Cheers! xo

74) “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you wanna fuck me and kill me at the same time.”

75) “Touch her again and I’ll rip your heart out through your fucking mouth.”

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

You just wanted a drink. After the day you had of being Katie Killjoy’s bitch at the 666 News, you were utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically. Being her assistant was your eternal punishment, and it was a fate worse than death.

The sound of the glass hitting the counter as the bartender set the much-needed shot down in front of you drew your attention. Raising the shot to your lips, you toasted the bartender before downing the dark brown liquid that left behind a delicious burn in your throat on the way down.

Lifting your hand, you subtly asked for another, to which the bartender nodded with an understanding grin.

You downed the next shot, shaking your head at the bartender when he glanced back at you, silently checking to see if you wanted another.

You sighed, turning your back to the bar and surveying the scene. The bar was packed with the usual obnoxious crowd. All of them were repugnant and not worth the time of day to strike up a conversation with. Not to say that you thought too highly of yourself, but if you had to choose between forcing yourself to bear the company of one of those fools, or keep to yourself, you always chose the latter.

Too caught up in your own thoughts, you hardly noticed a fiendish character approach you, taking a seat beside you, and leaning in too close for comfort. “Hey there, gorgeous. What’s a morsel like you doing over here all by yourself?”

Ignoring your signals that repelled men like him, he placed a hand on your thigh, waiting for an answer. Usually, you would smack it away, but your mind was hazy and your body was compliant due to the effects of the alcohol.

His hand continued to smooth over your thigh as you eyed him with disdain. “Remove your hand, please,” you asked nicely, finally coming to your senses.

He frowned. “Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be like that. I just want to show you a good time.”

You pushed his hand away, glaring at him. “I’m not interested. Please, leave me alone.”

For a moment, the masculine creature looked angry before he smoothed his expression over and made the motion to return his hand to it’s previous placement on your thigh, ready to sweet talk you into allowing him to stay, until a very noticeable and unnatural chill swept over you both.

The man stopped in his tracks as a dark void seemed to sweep across the entirety of the bar, over the walls, floor, and the patrons, narrowing in on the two of you.

It was then that you saw him next to you, morphing into a physical being rather than the shadow from which he had formed.

The Radio Demon.

The demon whose very name brought panic and dread to those unfortunate enough to know of his reputation. His back was arched forward, poised to lunge as his crimson eyes pierced through the dark room, glaring directly at the man next to you, who was practically choking on his own breath at the very sight of the terrifying demon.

The unwelcome bar patron who couldn’t take a hint took a moment to collect himself before straightening his posture and closing his mouth, which had fallen agape due to the initial shock of the Radio Demon’s appearance. “Uhm,” he stammered, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “I-Is there s-something that I can h-help you w-with, Mr. Radio Demon, s-sir?”

The tall figure leaned in even closer to address his trembling inferior, showing off his mouth full of sharp, dagger teeth in an unsettling grin. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your heart out through your fucking mouth.”

The man looked tack aback, creasing his brow in disbelief as he acted on instinct, immediately beginning to defend himself against the alpha male. “Excuse me? Listen, I just--”

The Radio Demon’s patience had snapped as he lunged forward, his already terrifying fangs now becoming several rows of fine needles as his jaw unhinged to an unnatural length, the cracks of his bones popping out of place loud enough to echo across the bar. His once round pupils were now threatening slits that could burn a hole through one’s soul. The claws at the end of his fingertips extended, shredding his gloves in the process. Suddenly, from beneath the flirtatious man appeared a void where black tentacles emerged, surrounding the terrified creature who cowered beneath the harrowing stare of the reputable demon.

“Get out of my sight,” he warned one last time, the static in his voice producing a painful feedback over his barely unintelligible monstrous tone that crawled up from deep within his chest.

Without allowing even another second to pass by, the man scrambled out of his seat, tripping over the tentacles as he rushed out of the bar through a path that had been cleared for him by the remaining patrons who were awestruck by the scene.

Returning to his former appearance, the Radio Demon turned to address the onlookers. “This is a social gathering, not a picture show for your entertainment,” he snapped. “Go about your business.”

Too afraid to argue, everyone turned their attention away from him, muttering among themselves over what they had just witnessed.

Taking the newly vacant seat beside you, the demon silently requested your hand, to which you hesitantly granted, placing your trembling palm gently in his own. Enclosing his fingers around yours, he brought the back of your hand to his lips as he kissed it lightly, smirking at you with his crimson orbs. “The name is Alastor, dear. I must apologize for that aggressive display, but I could sense your discomfort and wanted to assist you in ridding yourself of that unpleasant company.”

“Uh… thank you… sir,” you added, earning a smirk from the demon. Grabbing your purse, you turned to leave. “I should, um… I should go.”

“Stay,” he warned, his eyes flashing. “Please, if you would be so kind as to keep me company, I would be in your debt. As I’m sure you can imagine, it’s difficult for me to make friends, and you seem like a delight.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you countered skeptically, “You don’t even know me. I could be a complete bitch and a bore to be around.”

Pausing for a moment to allow his crimson gaze to take in your form, he snickered. “I doubt that.”

You exhaled a nervous laugh. “Uh- yeah. Anyway, thanks for ridding me of… unwanted company.” Your face flushed as your words sounded odd coming out of your mouth. Even though you seemed to be speaking coherently, your words sounded awkward to you, but his presence had you tongue-tied.

“So, dearest… what brings you here?” Alastor asked, his fanged smile beginning to creep into a smirk, and your stomach dipped.

“I just got off of work,” you replied, gripping the edge of the bar and breathing slowly to try and calm yourself. “I-I’m Katie Killjoy’s assistant for the… um... 666 News.”

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze holding you captive as you struggled to remember how to inhale and exhale normally. “You’re afraid of me.” It was just a statement; simple and true.

“Of course I am,” you reply breathlessly, chest still heaving.

His head tilted with curiosity for a moment before he turned to the bartender, signaling him in a silent request for drinks. The bartender swiftly prepared two glasses of what you had recognized as an Old Fashioned.

Sliding them down the bar, Alastor winked at him before placing a glass before you. “Drink,” he demanded, to which you immediately complied with, taking a deep swig.

Your heart was still pounding against your chest even though your breathing had slowed. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured you before taking a sip of his own drink. “I am simply here for a chat. That’s all.”

Finding some liquid courage from the prior shots and the strong drink, you snapped, “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna fuck me and kill me at the same time,” you swallow through a parched throat.

“Ha! My, that’s abrasive,” Alastor chuckled, “I said I wouldn’t hurt you, and I’m proving that to you. Nothing to be afraid of.”

You gauged him with a skeptical glare. “Why are you even talking to me? You don’t like interacting with others, especially not in a romantic capacity…” Or so you’ve heard among the many rumors that had circulated, making you feel safe in the certainty of that knowledge.

“Except when I do,” he confided, his smile stretching even further up his cheeks to bare his fangs at your menacingly. “And I find your company to be very appeasing.”

“What… um… why did you single me out?” The tremor in your voice is obvious, but you don’t bother to try and mask it at this point.

He waited several beats before answering. “Darling, think of this as an experiment.” His head tilts again as he waits for a reaction. When you fail to indulge him, he continues. “You see, I’ve lacked inspiration for decades. My work has become… untamed, lacking focus - aimless, if you will. I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment.” “Excuse me?” You feel your cheeks heat with anger as it begins to dilute the fear. “Am I understanding this correctly? You think I’m just a damned experiment solely for your entertainment?”

His wicked smile doesn’t falter as he inspects you once again. “You will not be a casualty, if that is your concern.”

Chest tightening in rising panic, you struggled to find words. “That’s not… I won’t… what?”

Your built-up courage quickly deflated as he leaned in closer to you, a determined gleam in his eye.

“Relax, my dear,” he urged, his voice low and smooth. “The fun is just beginning.”

#prompt request #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years ago

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(tumblr won’t let me respond to asks directly so we’re screenshotting them till further notice 🤷)(i had the WHOLE THING typed out w/ the italics fixed into the ask and i copied it so i wouldn’t have to go through and put the italics again and then my DUMBASS SELF went to copy a fucking SHRUG EMOJI and now i have to put the italics in again. good thing i do all this stuff on a separate google doc bc i’m a moron and would have lost the whole thing just now. anyway)

Hi!!! I’m crying bc you fucking KNOW that Billy would get so fucking embarrassed!!

Bc Billy is prideful!! I’m telling you, that boy has some Leo in his chart or something bc if anyone so much as smiles at a joke at his expense, he gets defensive. And that’s not to say that he doesn’t banter back and forth with Robin, and that’s not to say that he and Steve don’t give insults that sound like endearments, and that’s not to say that he and Jonathan don’t rib each other amicably… but it’s different. Pride is a very different thing.

Bc Billy is legit like a little lion cub. (AKA every Leo i know, therefore Billy has Leo in his chart, don’t @ me) it’s an almost juvenile kind of attachment to pride. Like a baby lion cub who’s just getting their mane in but holds their head like they’ve got the biggest one in the pride, it’s a little childish (as much as he may not want to admit it).

And it’s really not Billy’s fault. That’s what he’ll tell you. That’s what he’ll tell anyone. It’s not his fault he’s a brat and he’ll shrug his shoulders and he’ll continue to be rude/bratty and for some people (Steve) it’s charming and for others (almost everyone else) it’s tolerable but for Jim…. It’s…. It’s upsetting. Jim doesn’t like to be seen as “controlling” or a “hardass” or whatever but he’s not sure how he can just ignore when Billy is being disrespectful. Even if it’s only slightly. bc like…. He feels like he needs to be a good dad and good dads make sure their kids grow up to be good people, right??? Which isn’t to say he thinks Billy is a bad person but he worries because, like every parent, his biggest fear is fucking up. He didn’t get a whole lot of practice with Sara. and after her death he couldn’t help but think of every time he slipped up. Every time his wife soothed his hair and said: “We have time to get it right.” every day that passed with Sara in the hospital where he realized she was wrong.

And i’m SO sorry for getting into that but I think that really influences how Hop parents now! The man was broken and then just…. Acquired a 12 year old. And then a 17 YEAR OLD?? Like… the man would be Confused as to how to proceed. And then THIS happens…

Bc Billy has mood swings. Billy is a teenager and also the human version of a bratty little cat that puffs his chest out and ruffles his own fur and may leave a few scratches but is ultimately harmless (esp now that he has a nice, loving family!!) and so they’re at the dinner table and the boys are talking about their grades and whatnot and Billy may be a little pouty. Because maybe Billy didn’t study as hard as he should have for his last history test. He just thinks history is so stupid. He’d rather read a book or do 100 math problems. What’s history gonna teach him?? He doesn’t need to know any more about plagues.

So he says that.

Jonathan’s talking about how well he did on his essay and Will is talking about how he did on his math test and Billy’s pushing carrots around when Joyce asks: “How’s school for you, Billy?”

“Just peachy keen.” he sneers down at his plate. Hop tuts harshly.

“Hey.” Hop chastises, only serving to make Billy’s blood boil more.

“What?”

“Calm down.”

“I’m plenty calm.” Billy snaps back, but it’s quiet. He shoves a sliced carrot in his mouth.

“Have you had any tests or anything lately?” Joyce asks calmly, in that motherly voice she always gives that makes Billy’s mind swirl a bit.

“Yup.”

“Billy-” Hop warns and it makes Billy sit straight up, but give a challenging look in Hop’s direction as he says, loudly:

“Yes, ma’am.”

Joyce stops asking, but she sends a look to Hop, who’s still caught in a staredown with Billy. Billy can’t see her look, but he wouldn’t understand it if he could, because it says: Hop, cut it out.

And the conversation shifts to significant others and then Joyce is smiling kindly at El and asking about her and Mike and maybe Hop is pouting but he’s not gonna draw attention to himself bc Joyce will just hit him like she always does when he’s pouting over their kids dating (specifically El). And Jonathan is smirking a bit into his dinner but Will is visibly uncomfortable as El gushes about Mike before complaining that he doesn’t come over enough and that she doesn’t go out enough and Billy gets irritated. Why should he and Will have to listen to this when they don’t want to??

And he mutters something, darkly. Something about Mike and El and “ungrateful little brats”.

And everyone hears. He only half means it, but they don’t really think that far.

And Hop shoots a look his way before chewing on a carrot rather aggressively.

“Somethin’ to say?”

Billy gives Hop a challenging stare, but he backs down as soon as he starts it.

“No sir.” He mutters harshly.

“Then behave.”

“How about you and Steve, sweetie?” It’s Joyce. Being sweet.

“Happy as can be.” It sounds bitter the way he says it because it is. They got in a fight today. A little one, but enough to make Billy taste something sour in his mouth when he thinks about it. He figures they’re gonna make up just fine tomorrow, no flowers or empty promises needed, just another heated conversation followed by a heated make out in the front seat of Billy’s Camaro. Maybe followed by a serious talk that’ll make Billy’s face heat up because he still can’t believe this boy has Billy wrapped around his finger so fucking tight.

“Yeah, well Officer Callahan says you and Harrington have-”

“You know his name.” Billy growls, resting his fork on the plate.

“Steve. You and Steve have been running around empty fields a lot lately.”

“And?” Billy’s vision is turning red. It’s tunneling a bit.

“And what’s that all about?”

“Don’t really wanna give you all the dirty details.” Billy shoves some meatloaf in his mouth. Hop’s looking at him like he’s a hassle and Billy’s proud of it.

“You guys shouldn’t be doing that. Someone’s gonna say something.”

“And?” Billy’s getting madder. He puts his fork down with a loud clang.

“And you’re gonna cause problems-”

“For you?” Billy seethes, leaning forward a bit, just willing Hop to say it.

“For yourselves.”

“Oh yeah?” Billy asks, leaning back in his chair, blood boiling hot. “Well what about the little twerps?”

Billy nods over to El, who makes a whining noise.

“Hey!” She calls, face pouting.

“What about them?”

"I just don't think it's very fair that it's safe for them and not us." Billy growls, gritting his teeth, eyebrows low.

"That's not true."

"It's safe for everyone else but us!" He’s mad. He’s mad bc him and Steve have argued about this before. Argued about how there’s no real point in being together if they have to hide all the time. That one time when they saw Cindy and Jason being grossly affectionate in public and Billy grabbed Steve’s ass and Steve got mad. They fought for a few days and it ended with them laying in Hansen’s big empty field, on the outskirts of town, talking in dreamy, far away voices about how one day they’d move to California bc “It’s not like this there… trust me, babe. It’ll be so much better.”

Billy’s vision tunnels more. All he sees is Hop in different shades of red. He forgets where he is. He’s livid, thinking about El and Mike and Cindy and Jason and Tommy and Carol and Nancy and Jonathan and he’s going to scream. His heart is racing with disdain.

"You know it's still dangerous for El to go out." Hop warns.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Look... kid-"

"I'm not a fucking kid." Billy growls, leaning forward even more.

"Language!" Hop’s voice is booming and Billy’s had about enough of this. He resents being told off like a kid.

"Sorry! Excuse the fuck out of me!" He’s snarling and Hop seems about as livid as Billy feels.

"Go to your room!"

"Fine!" Billy yells, shoving his chair back and standing up, turning to Joyce for the first time all dinner and seeing her eyes full of… concern. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. Something in his chest heaves at the sight. His eyes flick over to Jonathan and then to El and then to Will…. And then his chest tightens. He looks away just as quickly.

He thanks Joyce quietly for dinner, mumbling it a bit but he thinks the sentiment is clear enough. He drops his plate off next to the sink and storms off to his room, slamming the door with probably too much force but everything’s on his mind and he has the right to be a brat if he wants.

It’s just that he hates just sitting here with nothing to do but think about everything. He doesn’t even have his stereo to listen to music with bc he gave his to El until she can get a new one bc hers broke and her nightmares have been bad recently. Listening to music before bed calms her down. Billy didn’t say anything about his own nightmares or his own need for music before bed. He wishes he had now that he’s laying in bed, about ready to rip his sheets to shreds bc he’s boiling. He feels like a storm but, to any outsider, he looks like a toddler- red-faced from a tantrum and fidgeting and bubbling like a shaken up soda bottle.

He’s so mad he can’t even do anything. The minutes pass in sticky but frantic moments of anger and thoughts and memories and the only thing his body will let him do is just sit there. Lay in his bed and pull at his covers and fall into thoughts and think about Hop reprimanding him like that and how awful it was and how red and angry he looked and how he sent him to his room like a kid and… and how Joyce looked so worried…. And how that same look was in Jonathan’s eyes…. And Will’s…. That same worried, concerned look. They all three have the same eyes- Lonnie be damned. Those boys share their mother’s eyes and all of the emotion that goes within them and it makes… it makes Billy mad he’s mad about it he knows he’s mad and-

And…

And he calms down a bit. Calms down enough to do what Steve told him to do when he gets angry and stressed and doesn’t know what to do with himself. Because Steve’s family is “well-traveled” and Steve knows all these weird little things from all these cool different countries.

So Billy takes out his notebook and rips a couple pieces of paper out (bc he saves the fancy paper Steve gave him for when he’s actually trying) and does some origami. Bc Steve said it’d help him to do something with his hands and this is something he can do quietly, in his room, without being destructive. ”It’ll help, I promise!”

The hardest part is making a perfect square, bc it takes too much patience and usually Billy doesn’t have that. But he’s just doing this to calm down so he eyeballs it as he cuts the paper and starts to fold what he knows, which is either a heart or a crane. Those are the only 2 things Steve has taught him that he knows off hand w/o the instructions or Steve guiding him through it.

There’s more crumpled paper on the ground than folded paper on his desk but Steve had assured him that was more than okay. It’s kind of the point, he figures. Crumpling and ripping up the paper is almost as nice as folding it to make something, and it makes actually making something feel even better when it happens.

He’s sitting there, on his 3rd heart, when there’s a small knock on the door.

“Go away.” He calls, realizing that the paper he cut isn’t a perfect square bc the corners won’t match.

“It’s Will.”

Billy pauses a bit. He goes back to folding his paper, not caring about the corners bc it’s not bad enough to start over. He doesn’t say anything.

He hears the door open.

“Do you think ‘go away’ doesn’t mean you?”

“Does it?” Will asks, voice earnest. Billy looks up to see his face matches.

Billy sighs, the harsh feeling in his chest softens a bit at the boy in his doorway. He turns back to his folding.

“What do you want? And close the door.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanna come listen to records with me.” Will says, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t think they want me out there.” Billy folds his paper with his fingernail to make it sharp. It burns his thumb a bit.

“That’s not true.” Will says, taking a few steps closer. “Mom told Hop… Dad he shouldn’t have done that.”

And that makes Billy mad. He’s not even sure why. It’s a heat in his chest and his face that feels like anger and he messes up his fold and he’s just… he’s confused and he’s red and all he can think about is Will saying “mom”. Not “my mom” just “mom” and also “dad” like he’s theirs and Billy can’t understand it still and he smashes the paper into a ball in his hand-

“I don’t need your mom defending me.” Billy says harshly, spitting the words out like he hates them, chucking the paper on the ground. He’s too aware of the way Will flinches a bit at his harshness. He takes a deep breath.

“Uh... “ Will’s fidgeting. Billy feels bad. He sighs.

“I don’t have my stereo.” Billy leans back, running a tired hand down his face. “Ask Jonathan.”

“But I wanna listen to your music.” Will says quietly and Billy believes him. Will’s been getting interested in Alice Cooper and Led Zeppelin and all of the fun bands that actually perform. Steve gifted Billy a VHS performance of Led Zeppelin and Will seemed to like the lead singer quite a bit.

“Well I don’t wanna go out there, pipsqueak.” Billy rips out another piece of paper. It’s quiet for a second, Billy eyeballing another square to cut. It’s so quiet, Billy thinks Will has left.

He thinks wrong.

“Can I still hang out with you?”

Billy puts the scissors down, exhausted, and looks up at Will.

“Alright, what’s wrong?”

Will shrugs. “Nothing. I just…. Like it in here.”

Billy’s confused, but he almost believes him for a minute.

“I don’t have music for you.”

“I can grab a book to read.” The boy’s so earnest, Billy knows he’s not gonna shake him.

So he waves him away with a nod and Will’s out and back quicker than Billy can think about how weird it is that this boy would rather sit in his room in silence than do something fun. Will’s closing the door carefully, latching it quietly and moving over to sit on the bed.

Billy has crumpled up 2 more pieces of paper before Will begins to pry.

“Are you folding things again?”

“Uh huh.”

“What’s it called, again?”

“Origami.”

“Cool.” Will scoots on his knees to the edge of the bed so he can see what Billy’s doing. “Do you need any help?”

“I’m good.” Billy mutters, unconvincingly.

“I can cut the paper for you. I’m good at making squares.”

And so Will is sitting criss cross on the bed, cutting perfect square after perfect square, while Billy sits backwards on his desk chair with his arms folding on the back rest and mind racing a mile a minute. Will’s so quiet and calm, willingly coming in here just to spend time with Billy, helping him now and… and something sick fills Billy’s chest. The only thing he can hear are his words at the dinner table.

‘Hey-uh…” His voice sounds weird to his ears and his tongue feels thick but he’s got Will’s attention now so he needs to get it out. “Sorry.”

Will’s eyebrows scrunch up. “Sorry for what?”

For being a dick? For ruining your dinner? For ruining your family?

Billy shrugs.

“I dunno. Just… not being a good example.”

“Whaddya mean?” Will asks, handing over a handful of squares before working on some more.

Billy shrugs again. “I dunno kid I just… I’m not like Jonathan. I’m not… I’m not a good example for you. It’s embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?”

“Getting told off like that in front of you guys.” Billy turns back around so he can start folding again. He needs to do something w/ his hands.

“I told you, mom told him he shouldn’t have done that.”

“But he was right-”

“No, you can be upset if you’re upset. It’s fine.”

Billy falters a bit. He wonders if Will is quoting Joyce. The small boy keeps speaking.

“You’re a good example,” Will’s voice says, and he sounds so sure that Billy believes him. “You’re just a different one. You show me to stand up for what I believe and… and that it’s okay to be… to like boys…”

Billy stops folding altogether. Will’s voice gets quieter.

“You’re a good example. It’s good to let things out when you feel them.”

Billy’s mind is racing. He’s folding without thinking about it. Because the only thing he can think about is how he got accepted into this family so quickly. How Hop took him in and Joyce accepted that like she was accepting a package at the door. She took him in like he was her own son and not some bratty problem child being dumped on her. And now Hop reprimands him without his fists and Joyce chastises Hop for being too harsh even though he’s… doing his job, whatever that entails and it’s… it’s too much sometimes. It’s too much to think about but Billy knows he wouldn’t give it away for the world bc every moment like this reminds him that every passing day is a day further away from the pain he grew up surrounded by. The pain now doesn’t even compare to the pain then. This is so different bc this pain is laced with care and love.

He’s made a crane before he realizes.

“I’m glad you’re my brother.” Will’s voice sounds so far away but it crashes over Billy like a wave.

Billy nearly crushes the crane in his hand from the words. He’s so shocked at them.

He turns and gives Will the crane, not looking the boy in the eye as he gathers up the paper and the scissors from the bed.

“I don’t need any more paper. Thanks.” Billy mumbles, dumping everything on his desk.

“You’re welcome. Is this for me?”

“Yup.” Billy shoves the paper in a drawer and tosses the scissors into his pencil cup.

“Thanks!” Will’s so excited about it. Billy’s heart is fluttering.

“Wanna listen to those records now?” Billy asks, hands on his hips, fingers fidgeting bc this is a lot and he just…. He needs music now. Whatever. He realizes he shouldn’t be so scared. There’s nothing to be scared about. Will beams up at him.

“Sure!” Will gets up and rushes to the door as Billy grabs a folded heart and follows the boy out, aiming to give it to Joyce by means of apology. He thinks briefly about giving one to Hop as well, but he figures a spoken apology and a light punch on the shoulder and a promise to listen should do just fine to get the man smiling again. Bc somehow- somewhat miraculously -it always does.

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grumply-business · 5 years ago

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Soooooo uhhhhhhh I wrote a bit of an angsty fic to go w this fucking song and then I sketched out a thingy for it??????? If yah wanna read the thing ig I’ll put it here but warning: It’s long.

I should also say Warning for SEVERE blood but you can guess that from the image.

Arin had noticed Dan was acting strange lately. He couldn't point out the reason as to why, but it was starting to seriously affect him. Arin was concerned for his friend, Dan was acting severely sluggish, and it was getting harder to record videos with him. At first he blamed it on his tour, which was fine he knew how draining a tour could be and gave him a day or two to recover, but Dan didn't seem to be recovering.

Arin was scared that Dan might not be getting better.

Dear Rabbit, my legs are getting weak. Chasing you.

Arin had invited himself over to Dan's house, wanting to check and make sure he was okay. He hadn't answered any of his texts from earlier and he was getting worried.

The snow fields wouldn't seem so big. If you knew…

He knocked on the door, alerting Dan of his presence before opening it. Shocked to see that it was unlocked. Arin had texted ahead of time to say he was coming over, so maybe Dan had read it and opened the door for him?

He didn't want to think of any other reason it would be unlocked.

That this blood on my teeth. It is far beyond dry.

Arin walked into the dark house, confused as to why the lights were off and blinds closed. He fumbled around for a bit before finding the light switch, closing the door next to it after flicking it on. He turned around and shock overfilled him as he looked around.

Blood coated every wall, every floor, and several broken plates and vases were thrown on the floor. The couch was in the worst condition he'd ever seen it in. Something happened here. Something bad happened here.

And I've captured you once, but I wasn't quite right.

The floorboards creaked under Arin's footsteps as he walked, careful to avoid stepping in any blood that puddled on the ground. The living room was trashed. The kitchen was broken. Not a single body was found anywhere, though he did see a few teeth that were far too sharp for his liking. Arin was scared to see what was upstairs.

So I'm telling you, that you'll be safe with me.

He gulped and began to walk upstairs, trying to be as quiet as he could. He didn't want to alert whoever… Or whatever had caused this. Arin turned on the flashlight on his phone so he could see, not wanting to risk accidentally touching blood trying to find the light switch.

He got lucky the first time, who's to say he'll get lucky again.

He opened the first door he found. The bathroom. It, like the rest of the house, was a wreck. The toilet was far beyond repair, and the sink seemed to be clogged as it was filled with a puddle of blood. The shower-tub didn't seem to be faring any better, the showerhead was torn off and the tub itself was cracked and chipped as if someone with superhuman strength had punch it…

Or thrown someone at it.

Arin's fear grew with each step he took in this house he once called a second home.

Oh rabbit, my claws are dull now so don't. Be afraid.

He walked out of the bathroom, and continued his examination of the broken home. The next room he found was a guest bedroom, one he'd slept in a few times whenever he stayed over.

The bed was ripped to shreds, the pillows nothing but pieces of fabric and fluff. The once thick blankets were now thin and pathetic, the mattress slashed and ripped apart. Blood coated the bed so much it dripped to the floor. The window on the far side from the door was broken, leaving the only sunlight in the whole house to enter. Arin noticed that there was something under the bed, and the pool of blood seemed to signal that whatever it was was dead.

I could keep you warm, as long as you can just try. To be brave.

The third door. The final door in the upstairs hallway. Dan had to be behind this door, but after everything Arin had seen, did he want to find him? Did he want to see what was behind this last door?...

He held his breath and grabbed the handle, turning it and slowly opening the door.

Yes, I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite, but the rest of my pack, I have left them behind.

The room was pitch black, but that horrid stench of blood Arin had become accustomed to within the house. He gulped and held up his phone, light radiating into the dark room.

And my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill.

The first thing his eyes laid on was grotesquely mangled body of someone he didn't know. Arin felt bile rise in his throat but he swallowed it back down. He quickly looked away from the dead body, deciding to focus his attention on the rest of the room.

This was Dan's bedroom, the ripped Rush posters showed that.

But the thought of fresh meat. It is making me ill.

"Arin?"

Dan's voice sounded frail and weak. Arin jumped at the sudden noise, his light frantically looking for the man it belonged to.

"Over here."

Arin's phone slowly turned to the side. Right next to the mangled body was the friend he was looking for. He ran over to his friend, not caring that he knelt down in a pool of what he hoped wasn't Dan's blood.

"DAN? OH MY FUCKING GOD, DANIEL!" Arin was in hysterics, his eyes wide and full of fear as he looking Dan up and down.

Dan held his blood covered arm over his abdomen, covering what looked to be a very deep wound. Arin almost lost his whole lunch at the sight. His friends face was drenched in blood, his hair more wild than usual, and it seemed like one of his legs were broken but Arin couldn't tell.

So I'm telling you…

Arin swore that Dan's eyes were a fiery red, and his teeth were sharper than they normally were, but he was a bit more concerned with the fact that Dan was currently bleeding out in front of him.

"Dan, what the fuck happened?"

That you'll be safe with…

"Arin, I need to tell you something"

"You know what, save it, I'm calling 911."

"No."

"What? What the fuck do you MEAN, NO?! DAN YOU'RE LITERALLY BLEEDING OUT AND YOUR HOUSE IS A FUCKING WRECK, DANIEL I-"

"**I SAID NO, ARIN!**"

Arin went silent. Dan had never yelled at him with such anger and force before.

"Just fucking listen to me for once, Arin. I'm not gonna die, I'm sure you've seen the rest of the house. I got attacked, as you can… See. This guy here?" Dan nudged the dead body next to him, "He was one of the guys that broke in… No, I didn't kill him, one of his buddies turned on him in the battle and, well… That."

Arin was stunned silent as Dan talked so fucking casually about the fact that he was attacked and someone fucking DIED.

Me.

Dan went silent as he stared at Arin, though he seemed to not be staring at him.

"Dan?... Are you okay?... Dan?"

Arin looked over Dan's face, puzzled as to why he suddenly went silent.

"Daniel?"

Dan's eyes snapped onto Arin, his pupils thin slits as he stared into Arin's fear filled eyes. He looked hungry.

"Dan? Are y-"

Arin's words were cut off as Dan's blood soaked hands violently reached up and grabbed him, one roughly pulling his head to the side with the other on his shoulder.

"D-DAN?!"

He got no response, just Dan pulling him closer. It all happened so fast and with no warning.

The second Arin felt two incredibly sharp pricks into his neck, everything clicked in his brain.

Dan was a vampire. Those guys that 'attacked' him were vampires. That dead guy was a vampire.

Dan was hungry.

The pain as quick to fade as whatever fucking magic Dan had washed over him. Arin's heartbeat raced for only a few seconds before calming down. All of the nerves in his body began to go numb and all he could feel was a surprisingly pleasant tingling sensation coming from his neck.

As seconds went by, Arin felt his eyelids getting heavier. He was getting very tired as he slumped against Dan, who kept hungrily eating like a starving wolf.

Arin couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and soon they were closed, his head slumping against Dan. That seemed to alert Dan to stop and he quickly removed himself from Arin, his eyes snapping open as he heavily breathed.

So rabbit, please stop looking the other way.

"Arin?"

The new blood coursing through his veins rejuvenated Dan, and his wounds quickly healed up as if nothing had happened. Soon, the only thing left on his body as a reminder of the battle was his ripped clothing and the blood that still covered him.

"Arin, please don't fuck with me, dude. Answer me!"

Dan shook Arin, his brows knitted together as he finally regained his senses. He could feel that very familiar prick of tears forming in his eyes.

"Arin fucking Hanson, open your damn eyes!!"

Arin stayed silent, his breathing slowing down. Dan could hear his heartbeat in his ears as if it were right next to them. It was slow, as if dying…

He needed to get him to a hospital.

Now.

It's cold out there, so why not stay here.

Arin's heartbeat was fading, and Dan knew what that meant.

Tears flowed down his face as the realization hit him at what he just did… There was only one thing he could do to save his friend, and he fucking hated it…

But there was no other way.

Dan tear streaked face leaned back in to Arin's neck, hiccuping as he held his dying friend close to him.

"I'm so… So fucking sorry."

Under my...

Dan sunk his teeth back into Arin, his tears soaking Arin's already blood coated shirt.

It was the only way.

Tail.

#vampires #tw blood #I'm new to posting fics on tumblr bhdsjkdg #I hope it's not..... bad #sorry for a shitty sketch its #getting late and im sleepy #i say knowing full well ill be awake #for the next like 5 hours #h a HA #Arin Hanson #dan avidan #vampire dan #grumply art #grumply fics #new tag nice

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hysterialevi · 5 years ago

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Shards of Sanity - pt. 1

Fanfic Summary: After waking up from a drunken brawl, Joe Roberts finds himself trapped on a ship full of people gone mad, and is forced to survive in a living hell built around his deepest fears. He becomes isolated from the rest of his fallen comrades and ends up being stuck in a nightmare where the biggest threats are the ones he can’t see, and even reality doesn’t trust itself.

Fandom: Man of Medan

Point of View: third-person

Warning(s): Strong language, graphic violence

Author’s note: So a lot more people were interested in this than I expected lmao. But thank you guys for the support, and if you decide to check this story out, please let me know how you like it. I hope you enjoy! :)

This story is also on AO3

JUNE, 1947

THE OURANG MEDAN

Sprinting through the pitch-black corridor, Joe desperately stormed his way to the other side as he blindly fled through the darkness, his heart damn-near bursting out of his chest.

At the moment, the only things he could hear were his own boots splashing in the puddles of seawater beneath him and the beast’s inhuman shriek echoing throughout the ship.

It was right behind him. He could feel it.

That goddamned thing was right behind him.

And it was going to rip him apart.

“Come on, you piece of shit!” Joe exclaimed as he slammed himself into a door. “Open up!”

The creature emitted yet another miserable howl in the distance, its dreadful scream only encouraging Joe to push harder.

He stepped back and gave the door another forceful shove, but to no avail.

His only means of escape was blocked from the other side.

He’d have to find another way.

Whipping around in a panic, Joe hurriedly glanced over his shoulder and readied his gun, letting out a shaky breath.

He couldn’t see a single thing in this hallway. Everything had been obscured by shadows, and the only source of light he had was the dying lantern hanging loosely from his hand.

Perhaps he could try to hide in the darkness. Joe knew the beast had poor vision, after all. He learned that when it failed to catch him in the cafeteria.

But this was different. There was nowhere for him to hide here. No other way to run.

If the creature didn’t see Joe, it would inevitably smell him. And his bullets were powerless to kill it.

“Okay, okay...” the soldier whispered frantically to himself, “j-just calm down, Joe. Breathe. It’s not real. That thing isn’t real. It-it can’t hurt you. Just stay. Calm.”

Peering into the shadows ahead of him, Joe suddenly froze when he saw a series of sparks flying off the wall as the creature grazed its claw against the surface, emitting a horrible, metallic screech.

“Get away from me!” Joe cried, his voice trembling. “You’re not real! You’re just another hallucination, like everything else on this goddamn boat! Get the fuck out of my head!”

Ignoring his words, the monster only continued with its merciless approach and prowled towards him, steadily revealing its hideous figure in the orange glow of Joe’s lantern.

“No...no! Stay back!”

Flattening himself against the door, Joe tightly shut his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the hallucination, only to see that the creature was still there when he opened them.

“W-Why aren’t you going away...?!” He whimpered through gritted teeth. “You’re supposed to be gone! Leave me alone!”

But his pleas were meaningless to the beast.

The monster stretched its ghastly mouth open once again and let out a horrendous cry, practically rendering Joe deaf right then and there.

It slowly crept towards him, leaving a trail of green slime in its wake.

“No!” Joe fired a shot at its body. “Stop!”

No response.

The beast crawled menacingly in his direction and growled in a feral manner before finally coming to a halt, stopping mere inches away from the soldier.

It leaned its head forward and bared its teeth, snarling viciously in Joe’s face as disgusting ropes of saliva dribbled from its wrinkly mouth.

A strange, yellow gas began seeping through the slits in its awful face, and Joe could’ve sworn he saw a man standing behind the creature.

But none of that mattered right now.

The creature was right in front of him. And Joe had no way out.

He was going to die here.

He was going to die all alone on this godforsaken ship, and no one would ever know.

A harrowing shriek escaped the beast’s throat.

It attacked.

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EARLIER THAT NIGHT

1:36 A.M.

SICK BAY

“...Pa!” A young boy called out, his innocent voice eerily bouncing off the walls.

“Pa! Wake up! We’re gonna be late!”

Joe froze in his sleep, confused about what he was hearing.

...Toby?

Was that... was that really him?

What was he doing here?

No. It couldn’t have been him. That was impossible. He was still in the States. With Nora.

Joe must’ve been dreaming. He must have. There was no other explanation.

“Come on!” The child repeated, slightly louder this time. “You’re gonna miss breakfast!”

Joe reluctantly blocked out the boy’s words, rolling over onto his side so that his back was facing him.

This wasn’t the first time the soldier had dreamed about his son... but that didn’t make it any less torturous.

The man missed his family more than anything. He was well aware that he acted like an ass sometimes -- hell, he got into a drunken fight with Charlie just a few hours ago -- but deep down, Joe knew he only behaved like that because he was hurting.

He would’ve given anything to be back home right now. Joe missed the sounds of his wife’s humming, of Toby’s laughter, of the dog’s barking, the radio playing, and especially the sporadic sizzling he’d hear from the kitchen every morning.

It used to be Joe’s reality, once upon a time.

But then... the war happened.

Now, his dreams were full of nothing but the chaotic symphonies of men shouting, bullets firing, planes soaring, people dying...

Peace had always been a stranger in Joe’s life.

But he hadn’t lost all hope. Not yet. In fact, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed brighter than ever now.

This ship was going to take him back home. Straight back to America. And then, Joe would be able to see his wife and son again.

He just had to wait a little longer.

“Pa!” Toby called out again.

Waking up with a startled gasp, Joe snapped his eyes open and jumped back into consciousness, only to hear a sudden crack when he accidentally knocked something off the end table.

His head was still aching from the punch the sergeant threw at him earlier -- and due to the cold sweat covering his body -- he couldn’t help but shiver in the chilly temperature of the sick bay. And the sharp ringing in his ears didn’t do much to help either.

Where was everyone? Joe wondered as he sat up.

At the moment, it looked like the medical ward was deserted. There were no other patients or soldiers filling up the beds around him, and the only company he had was a shattered photograph lying on the floor.

The place appeared to be abandoned.

But before Joe even had a chance to investigate anything, another voice was already calling out to him from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

This one, however, was actually real.

“Don’t. Move.” Joe heard them command, followed by the sound of them cocking their gun. “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Instantly freezing on the spot, Joe followed their instructions and slowly brought his hands into the air, curious to see who was holding him at gunpoint right now.

What the hell?

Joe furrowed his brow in confusion.

It was one of the doctors.

Why on earth was he aiming a gun at him? What was going on?

What did he do?

“D-Doctor...?” Joe said quietly, not wanting to provoke him. “What... what are you doing?”

The man stepped closer to Joe, practically drilling the barrel of his pistol through the soldier’s forehead.

“Be quiet!” He barked, his bottom lip quivering with tears. “J-Just shut up! I don’t wanna hear a word from you! All these noises, the screaming, the shouting -- I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it! I just need silence.”

Joe attempted to calm the deranged doctor down, admittedly incredibly confused by what was happening.

“O-Okay,” he complied, softening his tone. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t say anything. Just tell me what’s going on.”

The other man gazed through the small window on the door to the sick bay, his breath trembling with horror.

“It’s following me...” he explained, barely able to speak above a whisper. “It’s following all of us! It chased after Patterson earlier, a-and I don’t know what the hell it did to Perez! But that doesn’t matter. None of this matters. That... thing -- it’ll always find you. Don’t you understand? We’re all gonna die on this ship. We’re all gonna die. And there’s nothing we can do about it!”

Joe gestured to the doctor’s weapon.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re pointing a gun at my head. Don’t you recognize me, doc? It’s me, Joe! Joe Roberts. I’m on your side!”

That only irritated the other man even further.

“Yeah, that’s what you want me to believe, isn’t it? That’s how you trick us! But I can’t trust anything I see now. Not after everything that’s happened. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re real. I could be talking to the fucking air, for all I know!”

The doctor averted the gun from Joe’s head and gripped his hair out of frustration, letting out a defeated groan. “...It just doesn’t make any sense!”

Taking this opportunity to escape, Joe subtly began rising from the bed and cautiously approached the crazed doctor, hoping to ease his nerves.

“It’s okay, doc,” Joe comforted, moving inch-by-inch. “None of this makes sense to me, either. But we’ll figure it out, alright? We can help each other. Just put the gun down. Please.”

“No!” The doctor snapped, aiming the firearm at Joe once again. “You’re just trying to trick me! Aren’t you?! You’re trying to render me defenseless, so you can attack!”

Joe blinked rapidly out of bewilderment. “What? No! I’m trying to help you, doc. I mean you no harm.”

“That’s what they all say.” He countered, still refusing to back down. “But then... they rip you to shreds the minute you let your guard down. They did it to Miller. I saw it! Those creatures... they tore him apart! Limb-from-limb, until there was nothing left but a pile of offal. I couldn’t even recognize him when they were done.”

The doctor tightened his grip on the pistol. “Well... you’re not gonna get me, you hear? You can do whatever you like, but you’re not gonna kill me... you fucking monster!”

Pulling the trigger, the doctor suddenly fired a bullet straight at Joe’s head with an explosive bang, only to end up hitting the man’s ear when he grabbed the gun in defense.

There was a trail of hot blood now streaming down the side of Joe’s neck, but he barely had any time to recuperate before the doctor tackled him to the floor.

Fighting to the death, the two of them wrestled for control of the gun as they violently rolled around the sick bay, hastily trying to neutralize the other person.

There was less and less humanity in the doctor with every passing minute, and when Joe finally started to gain the upper hand, he was screaming and hollering like a lunatic.

“No!” The doctor bellowed, his voice hoarse with insanity. “NO! Die, you fucking beast!”

Mustering every bit of strength left in his body, Joe let out a strained groan and desperately shoved the other man down to the floor, maneuvering the gun so that it was aimed at the doctor instead.

Joe’s arms were quivering with the amount of pressure he was applying on them by now, and the longer the brutal fight carried on, the more he thought his bones were going to snap.

But he couldn’t stop now. Not yet.

As much as he hated the idea of killing the doctor, it was the only way he was going to survive this situation.

If he wanted to get out of this alive, he’d have to pull the trigger.

He’d have to.

Realizing that his defeat was imminent, the doctor began to sob in a hysterical manner as the gun got closer to the bottom of his jaw, causing him to blurt out a series of tragic, final words.

“I’ll kill you...!” He whimpered frantically, tears staining his cheeks. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you! You and all of your monster friends! You son-of-a-bitch! Do you hear me?! I’LL KILL Y--”

Cutting the doctor off with a bullet to the head, Joe slammed his finger on the trigger like there was no tomorrow and splattered the other man’s blood all over the pale floor, causing him to shut down for a moment due to shock.

What... what did he just do?

What just happened?

Did he... did he really kill him?

Was that man actually dead?

Did he really just pull that trigger?

...What did he do?

Staring into the doctor’s lifeless eyes, Joe simply sat there in disbelief as he watched the color slowly drain from his face, his head full of nothing but static right now.

What the hell was wrong with the doctor? Why was he acting so crazy? What was he so afraid of? What was he even talking about?

What happened on this ship while Joe was asleep?

What on earth did he miss?

Well... whatever it was, he imagined he’d figure it out soon enough. For now though, he just had to get out of this room.

It was far too quiet in here.

Too silent.

Too... dead.

Joe needed some noise to distract him. Anything.

He needed a way back into reality.

“...oh, fuck...” Joe whispered casually, still unable to process the events that just took place. “Oh, shit. What’d I do? What... what’ve I done?”

Forcing himself to take a few, deep breaths, Joe tore his eyes away from the doctor and glanced around the medical ward for a bit, his body starting to shake like a puppy once the incident finally began to sink in.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeated, glancing at the smoking pistol. “Oh no, no, no, no-- oh, God, please no. Oh, FUCK. What did you do, Joe? What the HELL did you do?”

Putting some distance between him and the corpse, Joe instantly stood up from the floor in a panicked manner and hurriedly backed away, planting himself against the wall.

Before he was able to touch the surface however, the sound of broken glass suddenly caught his attention and he looked downwards, curious to see what exactly he just stepped on.

He lifted his boot from the ground, revealing a fallen photograph.

That must’ve been the object he knocked over earlier.

Momentarily forgetting about what just happened, Joe bent down to pick it up and examined the words that had been scribbled onto the back of the frame, quietly reading them to himself:

“...To Pops, come back soon.”

Flipping the photograph over, Joe felt a sense of relief wash over him when he was greeted by a portrait of Toby, the boy’s face immediately calming him down somewhat.

Even though he had no idea what the boy actually looked like now, it was still comforting for Joe to think about how life might’ve been back at home.

But... how did this picture get here in the first place? Had it always been here? Someone must’ve brought it for Joe.

Charlie, maybe? Wait, no. He was in the brig. Who, then? The sergeant, perhaps?

Joe scoffed to himself. As if.

Well... he supposed it didn’t really matter now.

All that mattered at the moment was getting the hell out of here, and finding a way off this ship.

Joe didn’t know what the hell was happening on this boat, but judging by how it affected the doctor, he couldn’t even imagine the horrors that lay ahead of him.

But he refused to stay put and simply wait for something to kill him.

Joe was going to escape this nightmare, and he was going to make it back home.

He had to.

For his family.

“...I’m coming home, buddy.” Joe said softly, carefully slipping the photo out of the damaged frame.

He folded the picture in half and gently placed it in his pocket, afterwards picking up the doctor’s abandoned gun as well as his key.

It looked like the doctor had secured the entrance with quite a hefty padlock -- probably to keep something out -- but regardless, Joe had to leave. No matter what was roaming around.

He swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open, bracing himself for the terrors that were about to come.

Joe knew that he could never truly be prepared for something such as this, but he took a deep breath and slowly began to walk out anyways, praying to God that he survived the long night ahead.

After all, if what that doctor said was true... then no one was making it off this ship alive.

No one.

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saxxxology · 6 years ago

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BITTEN - Ch.6

After getting bitten by a werewolf, Sam finds himself trying to adapt to a brand new lifestyle that brings him closer to the girl he loves, but threatens to tear him apart from his family for good.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~1800

WARNINGS: non-consensual werewolf bite (not sexual), a/b/o dynamics: heat/rut, knotting, claiming, breeding kink, angst, time hop (season 9 to 12), and more.

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Two weeks later, Dean showed up.

Didn’t call. Didn’t text. Didn’t give any warning whatsoever.

You and Sam were returning from an afternoon grocery run, and both of you could smell Dean even before the Impala came into view. Next to you, Sam tensed, and you placed a comforting hand on his thigh as you parked next to the shiny black car.

“Sam, it’s okay.” You soothed him. “Look at me, everything’s gonna be okay.”

Sam’s jaw locked. “I can smell him.”

“You won’t bite.” you leaned across the seat and kissed him gently. “You’ve been good about that and we both know I can hold you back if you if you can’t control yourself.”

Together, you and Sam walked up the porch and through the screen door. Dean was in the living room with Garth, watching a rerun of the most recent football game on the television. He looked up as you and Sam entered, and his gaze immediately locked on Sam’s posture, as if he was searching for any sign that his brother might repeat his actions from months before.

“Sam.”

“Dean.” Sam’s tone was a lot more serious, but he couldn’t meet his brother’s eyes. “Been a while.”

Dean nodded and ran his fingers over his stubbled chin. “Yeah, I know… look, I was in the area and I thought I’d check in.”

“Finally feel like you can talk to me now, huh?” Sam retorted tensely, “not scared of me anymore?”

The older Winchester shook his head and let his arms swing by his sides. “I… look, I know I haven’t been… close over the past few months, but I wanna make it up to you. If it’s okay, I was wondering if you’d wanna go out, maybe grab a couple drinks.”

Sam looked at you, like he was asking for permission. You nodded and watched as he turned back to his brother. “Only if Y/N can come too.”

You placed a hand on his arm. “Baby, I can stay here, I trust you.”

“I need her, just in case.” Sam explained, ignoring your protest. “Yeah, just… name a time and place, we’ll meet you there.”

Dean bowed his head. “All right… it’s good to see you, Sammy, you look good. Healthy.”

“Thanks.” Sam smiled tightly and looked back at you. “This one made sure I’m still here.”

***

That night, you and Sam met Dean at a small bar in town. It was crowded with heavyset, inked up bikers and the occasional riffraff who looked like they may or may not have gotten out of a night at the local jail. You quietly nursed a lemonade and waited for both men to strike up a solid conversation before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Sam reluctantly watched you go; the bar was a cesspool of human scent and it wasn’t helping how nervous he already was.

“So, what’s the deal with her?” Dean tossed back a swallow of whiskey and cocked an eyebrow. “She your girlfriend now or somethin’?”

Sam felt his cheeks turn scarlet as he turned his attention back to his brother. “Uh… w-well, I guess—”

Dean rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I leave you with a girl for three plus months and you don’t at least try to get in her pants?”

“It’s… it’s not really like that,” Sam explained.

“Ohhh…” Dean grinned when he saw Sam bow his head. “You’re in love with her but she thinks you’re just friends, huh?”

“No.” Sam spun his own beer bottle between his fingers and bit his lower lip.

“Then you had a one-night stand and she didn’t, y’know...”

Sam shook his head and grinned at the memory of you absolutely wrecked underneath him, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes as his knot locked his body with yours for what felt like the hundredth time. “We love each other.”

“So she’s your girlfriend.” Dean affirmed, teeth sparkling as he leaned back in his seat. “Nailed it.”

“It’s a little different than that,” Sam stated bluntly, “we’re… we’re mates. Alpha and Omega.”

“What?” Dean scrunched his brow. “What the hell is an Omega, I mean, I get there’s Alpha monsters, but…”

Sam held up a hand. “You know what, I’m not gonna explain our bedroom crap, you wouldn’t understand it.”

Dean arched his eyebrows. “So it’s kinky, huh?”

Sam shrugged and finished his beer. “Anyway, why’d you just turn up? It’s been three months.”

Dean raised his fingers at a passing waitress, who quickly set another beer on the table in front of him. He lowered his voice so the men in the table a few feet away wouldn’t hear. “When you… when you snapped like that, down in the basement… I got scared. I got scared and I left and I just decided to keep my distance. I didn’t know if you’d want to see me after that.”

“I tried calling you.” Sam tightened his jaw. “I left voicemails, I texted you, you never picked up.”

“I was busy.”

“That’s not a good excuse.” Sam replied. “Just say it, you didn’t wanna see me because you thought I wasn’t really your brother anymore. I was just another monster.”

Dean didn’t reply. Sam had assumed correctly.

“What’re we talking about?”

You’d slipped back into the booth next to Sam, who kept his eyes on the scuffed surface of the table.

“Nothing…” Sam gripped your hand tightly in his own. “It’s nothing.”

***

Three years later

There was a ghoul in Grantsburg, Wisconsin.

Mary had been back almost two months and was spending most of her time on the road with Dean. Sam didn’t know about his mother, Dean hadn’t been able to find an easy way to tell him. Not over the phone, bringing her to the house with no warning would send him into fucking shock.

Mary didn’t know about Sam. She knew he was alive, but all Dean had told her was that he was settled down with his wife of almost two years. There was no mention of his affliction, nothing to say that her youngest son wasn’t human anymore. No photos were shown, no messages or phone calls were sent.

In her mind, he was living a good, peaceful life, and as long as he was happy, she would do anything to keep it that way.

Now, it was almost midnight, and a full moon hung in the sky above the mother-son duo as they made their way through the forest, machetes drawn in one hand, guns in the other.

“So where are Sam and Y/N?” Mary asked, glancing around her through the dark twisted limbs of trees. “You said they lived around here.”

“Couple miles,” Dean replied quietly.

Mary inhaled sharply as a branch cracked under her foot. “Why don’t you want me to see him?”

“I never said I didn’t want you to see him, I don’t want him to have a friggin’ heart attack. He doesn’t even know you’re alive.” Dean glanced around a tree, gripping the handle of his blade harder.

Mary was about to speak, but Dean shot a hand out, stopping her in her tracks “Shh.”

She froze, whispering. “Dean, what is it?”

An animalistic growl echoed from behind them, followed by the sound of branches crackling as something rushed through the trees towards them. Before Dean could click his flashlight on, something slammed into them, knocking both of them to the ground. He struggled, heard something snarling above him, and struck out with his blade. The figure on top of him shrieked in pain, and then something leapt on top of his attacker, dragging it away with a feral snarl. He gasped for breath, reaching out in the dark for Mary.

“Mom, are you okay?” He asked urgently, rolling onto his side and shouting over the screeches of pain from the ghoul and the animalistic growls from its attacker.

“I-I think so…” Mary winced and gasped in pain as Dean helped her up, shoving her instinctively behind him as he raised his gun. “Dean, what is it?”

“I don’t—” Dean inhaled sharply as he saw their savior crouching over the much smaller ghoul, practically ripping the damn thing to shreds as if to make sure it was completely dead. The army green jacket seemed vaguely familiar… the long brown hair…

Shit.

He stepped in front of his mother, raising an arm and attempting to push her back through the trees. “Mom, you need to—”

When Dean spoke, Sam yanked his head back from his victim’s neck and spun around. His hazel eyes glowed yellow in the moonlight, his lips and chin shone with blood, his fangs dripped with it, long black claws protruding from his slim fingers. Mary was hidden from his view, but she could see him.

Werewolf…

She raised her gun, hoping that she could get off a good shot.

“Mom, no!”

Dean grabbed her arm and pushed it up towards the sky. Her shot went wild.

“Dean, that’s a werewolf,” Mary shouted. “Kill it!”

Dean held her arm. “It’s Sam, mom! It’s Sam! Don’t shoot!”

Mary froze. “S-Sam…? No, Sam’s not… Sam’s not…”

She stared back at the werewolf that was still crouched over his prey. Her eyes locked with his, the pupils pinpoint in the center of the glowing yellow irises. He was panting, and he closed his mouth to wipe the ghoul’s blood from his face. She saw tears fill the eyes that matched hers as he tightened his jaw and stood up, still crouching slightly.

“Sam…” Mary breathed, and then she started to cry. “Sammy, it’s me… it’s mom.”

Sam took a step towards her, his entire body tense. He took a breath, as if he was going to speak, but no words came out. Dean watched carefully as his mother slowly moved closer to her youngest son, her hand outstretched, like she was going to touch his cheek. She knew it wasn’t smart, she knew that he could bite at any time, but she’d been gone for over thirty years… and she was seeing her little boy, all grown up…

Through the bloodlust and animalistic instinct clouding his mind, Sam felt something inside him break. It wasn’t a photograph of his mother with them when he was a baby. It was her, standing right in front of him with one hand outstretched.

Don’t let her touch you, if she touches you you’ll bite…

Without warning, Sam let out a feral snarl, turned, and ran away through the trees, in the direction of his home. Mary stumbled back and fell against Dean with a shaky sob.

“Oh my God…” she sobbed, her shoulders trembling with the force of her breathing. “Oh my God, Dean…”

Dean held his mother tighter against him as she broke, sobbing openly on his shoulder. “I know, mom, I know. I didn’t want you to find out like that.”

“He’s a werewolf,” Mary cried. “M-my baby boy… Dean, how—?”

“Shhh…” Dean looked over her shoulder at the spot where Sam had disappeared, and the mangled body on the forest floor. “Come on, let’s get back to the motel. I’ll explain everything.”

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kfawkes · 7 years ago

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A little warning next Time? - [Eggsy Unwin X Reader]

[Alrighty anon!!! I love me some Eggsy, so fuuuuck yes. >:) This took me SOOOO fucking much longer than I wanted it to, like literally all day– and also went down so many different paths until I wound up here lol. Hope you like where it went! <3

About: Your boyfriend Eggsy comes home covered in blood holding a bag of guns… That doesn’t seem normal for a tailor…

W/C: 2.4 — sorry guys lol

T/W: As usual lots of cursing! >:)

– Read on Ao3!]

If someone would of told you what you know now just over 18 months ago — things might have been a little easier to process. Maybe you wouldn’t have been as surprised or… you know, worried that you two might die later had a certain someone provided just a little warning.

Or perhaps you’d still be fucked — who really knew? The whole world of espionage was rather new to you, and it wasn’t everyday your boyfriend dropped something like this at your feet. This kind of shit only happened in those cheesy action movies Eggsy loved, right?

That’s what you thought before today, anyway… Before he busted through your apartment door throwing down a bag full of guns like it was just some dirty laundry; his suit ripped to shreds, completely covered in blood; his face just as busted to match.

“Babe, we gotta scram. There’s a fuck ton I gotta tell ya, but I ain’t doin’ it here.” He wasn’t looking at you when he talked, which bothered you more than anything else. The blood you could handle, it wasn’t unusual for him to show up covered in it. The guns however were a little more concerning. “Look, I gotta tell you somethin’, and I ain’t jokin’ luv, alright?”

“Yeah, alright…” You were hesitant, confused and even scared in that moment, but you were ready to listen. He was frantically grabbing things from your drawers and closet, paying no attention to what he grabbed — things you’d not worn in ages and stuff that made no sense to pack like, snow coats and other winter clothing.

“Don’t be cross, will ya? But, I kinda —”

For looking so fucking horrid, he sure acted nonchalant about the whole thing. A moment later he finally stopped shoving piles of clothing into your bags, pulling his eyes to meet yours. Eggsy was breathing quickly, and you could tell something was wrong even it not for the bag of weapons and his beyond butchered suit.

“What the hell did you do, Eggy?” You asked, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little mortified. He looked like he’d murdered someone, had the shit beat out of him or maybe even both. You were frozen in place, the fear wrapping a tight web around you.

“Nothin’ babe…” This is when Eggsy looks down on his suit, finally seeing how terrible he looked. Your eyes started to fill with salted tears you wouldn’t let slip as he raise his hands and brows towards you passively. “I know how it looks, but I ain’t in trouble.”

You could tell he wanted to keep running around shoving shit everywhere, but that he was stopping for you. It was clear he could see that you needed to know what the fuck was going on. “Then what? Why are you packing my clothes… why are you all fucking bloody— again? And please, pleasedon’t lie to me… What the fuck is with the guns, Eggsy?”

Eggsy tossed a look towards the bag as he pulled his top lip between his teeth lowering his brows. He nodded softly as he run a hand across his chin in thought; deciding how he’d play this. “Alright… listen. I ain’t a tailor.”

When he said that you felt a strange wave wash over you starting from your debts of your stomach; spreading like an almost numbing pain as it fanned through the rest of your body in tiny pinpricks. You didn’t know what to say, so you just pulled your lips tightly together and crossed your arms hoping he’d elaborate.

“And I ain’t ever done a conference for one either…”

Here is the part where you’re starting to feel indignant, and you’re not even trying to hide the displeasure form your face anymore. For the next 45 seconds you completely forgot about the bag and the blood and you just wanted to know what the hell he was getting at. “What the fuck are you talking about.”

“I-I’m with…”

He didn’t finish, and it didn’t make sense but all you could hear was ‘someone else’. “With who?”

Eggsy stepped forward suddenly, his eyes were heavy and sung with pain at your words as he shook his head back and forth. “It ain’t like that. It’s just you, s’always been you, luv… you gotta know that.”

“What is all of this then, hm? What’s going on?” Your words were spitting out so fast you doubted he even understood most of them. But you were feeling at least 3 too many emotions right now and it was taking far more control not to cry than you wanted to admit.

“What I do— for work. It’s sorta like…” He paused sliding his eyes to the large cushioned bed his pup lay on. “Sorta like what JB does, yeah?”

“Your… dog?” You shook your head in almost a full loss of words, tossing the pug a quick look to match the confusion lining your voice.

For some reason though you were pretty positive he wasn’t referring to your 3rd roommate— at least not in the way it seemed. And by the look Eggsy returned as he stepped closer to you, it was clear you’d been right.

He took another step towards you shaking his head, his breathing was still hurried and you could tell his anxiety was raising with each second that passed.

After another moment you took a deep breath in, “You trying to say what I think you are?” All of the anger you felt began seeping off like a teabag in warm water, the feeling of realization spreading alongside it tasting sweet like honey.

Now he’s about a foot from you and his beryl eyes are as solemn as they come while he nod up and down briefly.

In that moment your bedroom spun out losing all form as you think back on the last year and a half in awe. Back to all of Eggsy’s suspiciously long work trips. The strange hours… the near constant blue brown color decorating his ribs and arms… You remembered every excuse he made like they were your own and you started to see it with perfect clarity.

Broke up a fight that’s all, luv… Tripped down a flight, babe…. Was just Dean again, don’t worry, yeah?

Saying you were confused wasn’t exactly accurate, you were well passed the point of normal confusion, and headed straight for the denial and padded room. Only you realize now that you sorta always knew what he was, even if you didn’t want to admit it. And if you were being honest with yourself, you may have even preferred that he was cheating on you to this insane shit.

Cheating would have been easy… You’d dealt with cheaters before: You cry, you cut them out and you move on. But this? This you hardly even knew how to comprehend, let alone process. Where’s a copy of The Dummie’s Guide to My Boyfriend Is a Fucking Spy when you need one?

You step back pressing your back to the dresser, steading yourself as you pull a hand to your head while the room focused in around you. As you scan the walls avoiding his gaze you see the photos from the life you built together. Each vacation and holiday, each smile and kiss… You think on the nights you spent twisted in the sheets pressed warm against his body; and to the coffee filled mornings with sleepy kisses and sloppy hugs. In a few seconds you remember it all, and as you slide your eyes to him, you’re not sure what to think.

“All your work trips? The odd hours… All your fucking cuts and bruises— whatever other bullshit you fed me… Those were all just lies?” Now you’re a mix between really fucking pissed off and maybe even a little turned on if you were being honest… But mostly, you were just sad. Sad and concerned. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I couldn’t… shouldna now even, but I did and I’ll tell you everythin’ you wanna know, I swear— but not here.” Eggsy stepped closer to you, placing his hand in yours. When he spoke this time, you could tell he was holding something else in his voice… Fear. “You ain’t safe here anymore. We really gotta go.”

“… what?” Your brows lowered as you shot your face to his in an instant. You weren’t mad exactly or… were you? It wasn’t every day your boyfriend came storming in with enough guns to man a small army just to tell you he was a fucking spy or some shit. Oh, sorry, but also now your life’s in danger, don’t forget get that part… “Y-you can’t just— this is just a joke, right? This is our home, Eggsy… You can’t just exp—”

Eggsy’s eyes were deliberate and sever when he locked them on yours; and that made everything both easier and harder to understand. His lips were slightly parted as he pull his hands to either side of your face; holding you soft yet urgently between his fingers. “Babe, I ain’t fuckin’ around.”

His azure eyes seemed brighter as they flicked hurriedly between your own; you felt your heart pounding like a thousand drums as he finished, not breaking your gaze once. “D’you trust me?”

“Course I do, Eggy. But you’re just… you’re scaring me.”

He nearly interrupted you with fervid eyes and undertones purring in apprehension and guilt. “I shouldna lied to you— not ever and I ain’t gonna do it again.” Eggsy paused still holding your face gently, and now is the part where you’re really starting to feel anxious; but you merely nodded lightly between his grasp permitting him to continue. “Everythin’ I did was to stop all this from ever happenin’, you gotta know that.”

“I believe you…” You replied softly placing your own hand to the side of his his face, he was warm and his eyes flinched slightly when you touched his bruised cheek.

Eggsy kissed you then spreading his fingers through your hair as he pulled you closer. Pressing his mouth to yours more ardently than you’d felt it and you realized just how terrified he really was. So much so that he was nearly shaking… how had you not noticed it before?

“Can you still trust me?” He whispered quietly placing his forehead against yours.

You couldn’t managed to say anything back at first, but you nodded intently with eyes closed. Of course you still trusted him, but you were overwhelmed and frightened. It was hard to speak with your heart beating so loudly that you could feel it echoing in your ears. “Where are we going…”

“Somewhere no ones gonna hurt you. All’s you needa know is I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to you… I’m gonna keep you safe.”

You stared into those big blue eyes, dancing between specks of blood and tiny gashes decorating his neck and face. His hair was tossed, and he wore a pair of black rimmed glasses with a wide crack in the left frame. As you finish you wondered how much of that blood was even his…

Even with the scene before your eyes, your heart managed to steady in that moment… Eggsy traced his thumb lightly across your chin and lips holding the most doleful of expressions. You’d only seen that look on his face once since you’d met him.

Eggsy gave it to you and then he disappeared for 2 days last year… Before he ran off to do god knows what before the entire world went homicidal.

Thinking back to that day as you scan the face before you made you feel weird and almost sick to your stomach. As you continue thinking on the last 18 months, a lot of strange things started making sense to you.

“From what?” You finally managed to push out of the clutter of your mind. Part of you already knew what the answer would be and you know it doesn’t really matter, but you want to hear it in his voice.

Eggsy doesn’t say anything at first, he merely looks at you with brow furrowed woefully. His mouth was pulled back so far in a frown that your heart ached just looking at it and you couldn’t help but place a hand to his cheek.

“I promise I’ll tell you everythin’ I can… But it ain’t safe here, luv, I told you. We gotta go now.”

What else was there left to do at this point but listen to him? So you nodded diffidently as you licked your lips and snapped your fingers to the side calling JB from his bed. “Alright, Eggy… Lets get the fuck out of here.”

Eggsy smiled at you wholeheartedly, pulling you into a tight kiss before finishing the terrible pack job he’d started. You couldn’t say why you hadn’t listened to his pleading earlier. Maybe you were just tired of not getting any answers or maybe it was the nature of his confession and the manner in which he presented it to you…

Whatever it was, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust Eggsy. Of course you trusted him. You trusted him more than anyone. But he had dropped a bomb bigger than the nuke from Fallout on your ass and it was hard to just accept that you could go from hanging in bed with your dog to having someone on their way to murder you.

Something that big was bound to have a bit of an adjustment period, and yours was decidedly below average.

And all you could think was that this kinda shit only happened in those cheesy action movies Eggsy loved… This shit just didn’t happen to normal people. Not to you or your fucking tailor boyfriend….

Except it was happening. Here you were with a pug named Jack Bower in one hand and your tailor spy boyfriend in the other; staring reverently and incandescently at the blood covered man clutching a bag stuffed to the brim with guns.

You scanned the walls one last time wondering where you were headed or if you’d see the place you two called home again… But when he squeezed your hand, pulling your gaze to his you realized it just didn’t matter where you were or what you had with you… What mattered was that you had Eggsy, and that he had you.

Your home wasn’t a place, it wasn’t a time: it was him.

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fazbearsecuritycrew · 7 years ago

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IN WHICH FIGHTING IS ONE OF HIS MANY TALENTS

NOTICE: Mentions of Blood, Cursing

Mike usually loves fighting.

What he does not like is hearing about Jeremy fighting.

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WINTER 2003 - Where the hell was he?

Mike looked impatiently to his watch, becoming more and more concerned by the minute.

And, speaking of minutes, Jeremy had less than five to get his ass down here before his shift started.

There were the usual excuses- I overslept, or Traffic was crazy, or even his favorite one- My bike caught a flat.

But at least he was somewhat on time with those. Mike had never witnessed a guard who had worked more than a few days still have the balls to come in late. It usually scared them into arriving an hour early, at the bare minimum. It was like the first day all over again.

Knowing the kid already had a lot to juggle with, Mike usually let it slide (he had yet to die, anyway), but it seemed like he had been too easy on him lately. He’d probably have to chew is ass out for the stunt he was pulling tonight.

The signature bell on that familiar blue bike hollered through the air, and Mike felt the breeze that trailed behind the bicycle as Jeremy pulled up to the rack.

He prepared for this moment, mouth already halfway open and in the middle of his breath-

And he cut him off.

“S-Sorry Mike,” he started with the usual apology, although it lacked its usual haste. “I…h-had a problem today, a-and then I forgot to set m-my alarm, so I t-to hurry over to get h-here. So, u-um, yeah, and a-a-also, um…”

His voice began to trail off long before the words stopped tumbling from his mouth. Mike hadn’t even noticed when he had unlocked the door to the building, pulling his hat low as he stiffly walked inside.

Mike followed after him, sucking his teeth slightly at the lowered temperature on the interior of the establishment. He may have heard the boy wince as well, but it was hard to hear from back here.

Jeremy made sure to be a few quick steps ahead of him the entire walk to the office, not slowing down once to let Mike join him at his side.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was hiding something.

“…Yeah. Try to be early next time. Don’t want them ripping your ass to shreds because you couldn’t bother to clock in.”

He flinched, but otherwise gave a silent, curt nod.

In truth, Jeremy actually hadn’t been acting all that nervous tonight. No, it was more…suspicious than anything.

He had been hellbent on avoiding facing Mike. Anything he did, he did with his head down or his back turned. He had nearly dropped the flashlight trying to get it from Mike without turning around.

The situation with the tablet was a whole lot worse. His nose was practically stuck to the screen, apparently so enthralled by whatever the footage showed despite it being a slow night.

An hour of camera watching passed, and Mike grew even more curious as to what Jeremy had been hiding.

He said he had a problem. Problem? Wonder what it is?

He entertained himself for the next fifteen by thinking of all the possible scenarios that the boy may have gotten himself into.

He was famous for getting knee deep in troublesome shit, and this time proved to be no exception. Traffic jam? Missing uniform? Stubbed toe?

A snicker escaped, and from the corner of his eye could he barely make out the green that cast him a look in the shadows.

Well, fun over. At least it kept him distracted for a good bit. Good, because it was a Tuesday. He groaned. Tuesdays were always the worst.

Smack!

His neck swiveled around just as the sound finished bouncing off the walls. Jeremy flinched, looking around the room.

“T-The, uh, tablet fell.”

Mike walked back over to the desk. “It’s not broken, is it?” he asked, reaching down to pick up the fallen item.

Unfortunately, Jeremy had the same idea.

A sharp pain rang through his head when Mike had realized he had just headbutted the shit out of Jeremy. They fell their separate, each cradling their own sore forehead.

Mike rubbed at the skin while Jeremy scrambled around to look for his missing hat.

Mike looked up.

“Jeremy, what the FUCK?”

There was an unbridled rage screeching in his shout, but it wasn’t directed at the teen. Just directed at the bastard that did that.

Jeremy tried to hide his quivering bottom lip with a nervous grin.

“Wow,” the boy started, surprisingly calm. “Those street lamps sure do know how t-to pick a fight!”

“Fight!”

“Oops,” the guard mused. “Wrong word.”

Mike tilted his chin towards him and turned his head to see him better, earning a yelp from the teen.

“Jeremy, the hell happened to your face?”

While Jeremy had saw it for himself earlier, he truly thought it hadn’t looked that bad. Sure, that black eye was really working wonders for his complexion, and the split lip provided a nice accessory to the many other cuts that littered his face, but he had worse before.

It didn’t look that bad, right?

Clearly not to Mike, who was mostly focused on the fact that the guy’s eye was basically swollen shut. That was already bad enough, but the fact that that ugly amalgamations of blues traveled up to his forehead made it look like he had been slammed into something.

Honestly, it took everything in Mike’s power to not be somewhat impressed that he was still standing. Rather, that he could even see at all. That eye was basically out of order.

“I-It’s kind of a long story…” he paused, hoping the noir would catch the hint.

He did not.

Or maybe he did and chose to ignore it.

He further examined the beaten boy’s face, brushing hair out of the way to reveal a slightly nasty cut on his forehead. Huh. He didn’t even know that one was there.

He started mumbling under his breath. Mike always did that when he was pissed off. “Seriously, how the fuck did this happen?”

Jeremy tried to pull away, but the man made sure he had a secure grasp on the younger as he dragged him over to the desk, sending him a look that said, sit or else.

He pouted. “It’s nothing.”

Mike huffed. “Jeremy, your head is fucking bleeding. It’s something, alright.”

Jeremy made the move to reach for the tablet, lifting the screen in order to wind the music box. He kept the device in his lap.

“I-I’m not joking w-when I say it’s kind of long. Can I tell you a-after we don’t die?”

Mike righted the chair that was lying on the floor, shoving it in Jeremy’s direction. “Fine, smartass,” he huffed. “Tell me after the shift. But if I so much as hear about a fucking finger being laid on you, somebody’s dying tonight. Got it?”

He gave a little roll of his good eye. “Okay, okay.”

It seemed like the rest of the night sped by after that, between Jeremy monitoring the cameras and Mike scaring off any of the animatronics that stopped by the office.

By the time six AM rolled around, Jeremy could barely react when Mike suddenly threw his backpack at him, motioning for him to hurry.

“Go get changed,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder. “And the second you come out, you’re telling me the whole damn story.”

Jeremy gulped. The older man could be scary when he wanted to be.

Mike waited in the main room for the young boy to come out, mind once again wandering. As much as Mike loved the him like a brother, it’s not as if his tiny size and overall fragility didn’t scream Pick me!

His stomach turned, and he found himself dreading all the ideas of what those injuries could mean. Sure, he had been in a fair share of fights in his day, but that was just…brutal. Whoever gave those out had the intetion to seriously hurt or incapacitate someone. The fact that Jeremy played them off like a paper cut didn’t help either, like what he was looking at was something as mundane as a walk through the park.

He didn’t know what his home situation was like, but Jeremy rarely every mentioned his parents positively, if at all. He never mentioned it before, but Mike wasn’t stupid enough to note notice the occasional cut or bruise that appeared on his body.

He didn’t want to pry, but seeing those things alone made him think that someone was hurting him in the worst possible manner.

The creaking of a door echoed down the hall, and Mike looked up to see Jeremy shuffling out the bathroom, awkwardly holding his backpack, half stuffed with the uniform.

His face had looked a bit more touched up, or maybe that was just the effect of the color he wore on his clothing. But his lip was cleaned off, and there was a little bandage peaking out from under his hair. Still, the black eye was as obvious as ever, and he doubted anything could be done to cover that up.

He pulled a chair out for himself, stiffly sitting down across from the older night guard.

He blinked. “So, what do you w-want to know?”

He narrowed his eyes, that conversation started clearly being the last thing he expected. He couldn’t help but lean forward a bit, the plastic covering on the party table crinkling under his weight. “I wanna know who fucked up your face, obviously!”

“M-Mike,” Jeremy sighed, it clearly being too early in the morning for him to coherently deal with this. “If you th-think I’m being bullied o-or something, it’s not th-that.”

“There’s a hell of a lot of things that it can be, Fitzgerald,” Mike warned, eyebrows furrowing further. Before his very eyes, those murderous intentions behind eyes seemed to melt into something that could only be found in the well-meaning.

“C’mon, Jeremy. I know it probably sucks talking about it, but I’m only asking ‘cause I don’t want anything to happen to you that doesn’t need to happen.”

Tentatively, he leaned forward, placing a hand on his junior’s shoulder. “Seriously, man. I don’t wanna see shit happen to you, because there’s a lot you already have going on, and it breaks my heart to see shit like this. Talk to me, please?”

Jeremy gave a small smile, thought it didn’t quite reach the side with the split. “Mike, t-trust me- I’m fine.”

“But what happened?”

A hesitant pause.

“O-Okay, so maybe there was a fight?”

“Jeremy!”

The named threw his hands up in mock defense. “W-Wait! To be fair, i-it was in self-defense.”

“I’m laying hands on someone if they hit you.”

“No one hit me, okay!” he whined, that familiar pout puffing his cheeks out again. “I-I wasn’t getting teased o-or bullied or anything like that, so chill o-out.”

He bit his lip, leaning back into the cheap metal chairs of the pizzeria.

“It was for a f-friend.”

Mike paused, and suddenly it all made sense. Despite some of the more heroic antics that Jeremy had shown before, it seemed like he held an overall aversion to fighting. There was a type of guilt that shown in his eyes at any suggestions of violence, and Mike

“At first he a-asked me for help because all three of th-these guys were going to gang up on him, and I told him to fight his own battles because i-it was his fault he was in t-trouble,” he looked across the room again, eyes focusing in on nowhere in particular. “But th-then they started wailing on him at the same time, and I had to jump in, Mike. He was getting-”

He took a breather. “He was getting beat, Mike. Everyone just stood th-there while they tossed him over a table, slamming his head into the floor over and over again. And his girlfriend was just watching him get beat to a pulp, and I couldn’t, Mike.”

He sighed, averting his eyes with a hint of shame.

“So yeah. I did get in a fight t-today. I’m sorry.”

That final look up with those honest ass eyes was all it took for Mike to crumble.

The scowl that previously adorned his face had been replaced in place of an understanding smile. Leave it to Fitzgerald to get his eye basically poked out while trying to defend a friend.

Maybe he wasn’t very strong, and he may have still been a child, but damn if the kid didn’t have some serious balls.

A warm chuckle escaped Mike’s mouth as he stood.

“Huh?” He tilted is head, almost disbelieving. “What’s so funny?”

“Just thinking about how you probably looked out there fighting guys twice your size.”

Jeremy grinned, slinging is backpack over his shoulder, right on the man’s heels.

Closer to the entrance doors, Mike spoke up with a, “So?”

“S-So what?”

He turned, hands shoved in his pockets. “Get any good hits in?”

Jeremy nodded his head sheepishly, a red tint dusting his cheeks. “I did,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I m-may have overdone it a-a bit, though. I hit a guy in his knee with a chair.”

There was a confusing mix of laughter and surprise to Mike’s voice. He slapped his forehead. “Holy shit! You probably blew his knee out!”

“I hope not. I don’t have the money for a lawsuit.”

Mike barked out a laugh again, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. “Man, I’d hate to get on your bad side. Double cross you and the next thing you know, your knees are getting curb stomped by a sleep deprived kid with multicolored hair!”

The teen gave a light laugh, acting as if he didn’t just talk about bashing a guy’s knee in with a chair.

Mike grinned. “I take it you won?”

Jeremy laughed. “Well, maybe not, but we didn’t go down without trying!”

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Daddy

Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! --I can’t run in these heels--Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

“We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

The three of us walked to the group of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

“Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

“Isaac?” Nothing.

“Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

“Uh--I--Yes, princess?”

I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

“I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck--okay. Sounds fun.”

I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

“I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. "Daddy's gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it."

Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back, still a little stunned by his comment.

"Okay, Y/N! If we don't get moving we won't have time to shop, come onnnnn." Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia's car.

At Lydia's car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. "Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I'm down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can't miss." Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. "I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I'm not sure."

The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. "You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I'm-I'm sorry, Alli, it isn't that funny."

Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. "I mean, it is kinda funny." Allison smiled.

"Babe, I'm gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn't gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You're special to him."

Lydia's breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. "Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds." She added.

"With my teeth." I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

"Where to first?" Lydia asked as she looked around her.

Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria's Secret store.

"I don't know why I come in here anymore." Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

"What do you mean?" Lydia asked her.

"Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I'm not totally sure that it really matters what I wear."

Lydia and I nodded. "Stiles can't even keep it together long enough to see what I'm wearing, so I honestly get it."

I kind of just shrugged. "I'm really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo."

Lydia started yo laugh at me. "Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy". Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn't that what she called him?"

Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy" today."

I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!"

"It isn't such a secret now, is it, babe?" I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. "I--uh---What are you boys doing here?" I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

"Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food."

Scott waved. "And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese."

Lydia turned her head. "Um, isn't there a Panda Express near the school though?"

"Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could...you know..." Stiles winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and walked off. "Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders."

I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

"Ughhhhh." I groaned.

"Awe, baby, don't be so embarassed. It isn't that bad."

I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. "Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart." Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac's touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

"Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead." Isaac kissed me harder.

It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. "Fuck, Isaac...."

Isaac made a 'tsk tsk' noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. "Now, Y/N, that isn't the name i was talking about. You can say it in public."

Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. "Daddy...oh, fuck."

Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. "Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you--Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she's getting?" Lydia asked.

"Getting some dick." Stiles snorted.

Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

"I'm gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good." I informed.

Scott stood up. "Welp, I still want chinese sooooo." He walked off to get his food.

The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

"Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?"

I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. "Yes, and, yes." I smiled.

Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

"Whatcha getting, babe?" Lydia asked me.

I looked at the menu above my head and thought. "Ummmm, I'm not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?"

"Hmm, that's a very hard decision, Y/N." I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

"Y/NNNNNNN...I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it."

That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia's shoulder. "I'm going to show the hubby something because he doesn't listen. I'll be right back." I lied.

Lydia seemed to believe me. "Go prove him wrong, girl!"

I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn't really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac's pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift "ponytail" with his one hand.

I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!"

I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. "Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it's a blessing"

I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. "I just want to please you."

Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

He licked his lips and said, "I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now," Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. "I'm going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum."

"Yes, daddy."

Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

"Fuck!" I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

"C'mon, Y/N. It's okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to." Isaac thrust harder into me.

I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. "Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!" I pushed my hips into Isaac's thrusts.

Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn't have the power to hide a single one.

"God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah....Who is daddy's little slut? Huh?" Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

"I'm your little slut, daddy. Please--fuck--please, let me cum."

I felt Isaac's cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. "Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby."

That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed "daddy" at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. "Now, let's go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom."

We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn't contain any of our laughter.

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