#if i could go out and make friends i Fucking Would you dipshits but i physically cannot enter most public spaces lmao?

[b3llaaisstranger]

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 )𝐈,𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐈,𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 )𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.

-𝐃𝐣𝐨 ꕥ

𝐩𝐭.𝟐

꧁𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 𐬾 𐬺 ꧂

It was weird

Steve thought he had been overthinking it but he had come to a conclusion in his head. He is totally correct. Eddie likes him.

Lately Steve and Eddie have been hanging out more than usual. They met through Robin surprisingly. This happened when Robin threw a Valentine’s day party and she had Steve and Eddie meet because she had them stay after the party to help clean.

Steve wishes he could say that Eddie was just a regular friend. But that would be a big fat lie. That day Eddie was being flirty with Steve, then he didn’t think anything of it but the more he thinks about it and looks back at it.. He was totally hitting on Steve!

Ever since then, him and Steve have been hanging out and going to new places. On the weekends him and Eddie like to drive out the town and explore new areas.

Steves favorite memory of them hanging out was once when they were at the movies. They were watching a new horror movie. When a jump-scare happened Steve grabbed Eddies hand and holding it tightly.

Being so embarrassed Steve let go but he was shocked when Eddie chuckled and picked his hand back up and said to him “Your fine Sweetheart.” Thank God they were in a movie theatre because Steve was practically burning up.

Yesterday him and Eddie met with Robin and others for an Easter brunch. Throughout the brunch Eddie was constantly staring at Steve. Steve tried to ignore it but he just couldn’t shake it off. The way Eddie made him feel was something he couldn’t put into words.

Today he is meeting Eddie again to go to a fair with the kids after a D&D campaign. Steve is super nervous to see Eddie, he has not felt like this before so why now?

Steve was too lost in his thoughts to see Eddie and the kids approach the car. Steve quickly fumbles to fix his hair quickly and once the kids enter they are arguing about something D&D related. Once Eddie enters the passenger seat he says “Hey sweetheart,” while smiling. Steve blushes at that but responds with “Hey Eddie, sorry I’m a bit lat-“ Steve gets cut off by the kids already yelling at Steve to drive. Steve yells “Hey shut the fuck up dipshits! You’re lucky im even driving you guys there!”

Dustin yells at Steve saying “You’re already late just drive!” Steve starts driving and is talking to Eddie about how he found the fair. Eddie says, “Oh i was just scrolling on Instagram for places to go around here that aren’t boring as fuck.” “Of course you just had to choose the furthest area from Hawkins.” Steve says sarcastically, Eddie says “Oh shut the fuck up Harrington.”Make me Munson,” “Oh yeah? You sure about that?”

About an hour later they arrive to the fair and to be honest Steve is glad because the car ride was a bit awkward with him and Eddie. While Steve is buying tickets Eddie and the kids are already looking at what rides they wanna go on. Once Steve hands them their tickets they all split up except Eddie. Eddie stays with Steve and asks Steve to come with him. Eddie goes over to get fried Oreos and says “My treat Sweetheart since you drove us.” “Stop calling me that!” Eddie laughs at Steve for blushing.

After what feels like forever Eddie and Steve go on their last ride of the afternoon since it’s getting late and they go on the Ferris Wheel. When they are in the Ferris Wheel they both sit next to each other admiring the sunset. Eddie breaks the silence by saying “Hey Steve?” “Yeah?” There is a pause before Eddie says something “I really like you. Like a lot, to the point where I wanna be with you all the time.” Steve is shocked and he responds with “Really?feel the same way.” He says smiling, before he could say anything else Eddie kisses him.

They break the silence by giggling before they go back to kissing. “Eddie..not now when we get back!”Eddie groans, and starts kissing Steves neck. “H-hey! I said when we get back dumbass!” Eddie is smiling and laughing before he pulls off.

They get off the ferris wheel and Steve starts to look for the kids. They were all looking around trying to find Eddie and Steve. Once they spot them they go to them Lucas asks if him Max and Dustin if they could sleep over at Steves house. “Sure, why not.”Steve looks over at Eddie “Eddie you wanna join?” Steve asks already knowing his answer. “Of course sweetheart,” the kids are shocked at Steves pet name and starts asking questions but Steve and Eddie ignore them.

They start heading to the car when they hear the sound of fireworks. “You didn’t tell me they had a fire work show?” “I didn’t know either, hm what cool surprise!” Eddie says smiling, before Steve could respond he kisses Steve when the kids aren’t looking. “I really like you Steve, you know that?” Steve is burning up and is red from how flustered he is, and he returns the kiss. They pull away so the kids don’t start getting suspicious.

When they head to the car the kids are asking to stop by the diner to eat. Steve being the yielding person he is, says of course. Once they get to the diner the kids practically jump out the car to go eat. Steve is getting tired but is also hungry, Eddie asks him “You okay sweetheart?” “Oh yeah just kinda tired.” “Cmon lets head on in and eat quick so we can go home”

The kids are asking Eddie about their next D&D campaign. And Steve cant help but melt at Eddie and the kids as if they are just a little family. Steves mind starts to wander until the waiter asks Steve if he wants the check. A couple minutes come back and the waiter comes back and gives him the check and the kids are complaining how their stomachs hurt.

Eddie says “Yeah dumbasses who told you guys to eat like you were starving children.” Steve laughs at that.

꧁𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾𐬺𐬾꧂

Once they get back to Steves house the kids go into the living room and Steve says he is gonna go shower. Eddie says that he is also gonna shower but in the guest bathroom, which is a lie to the kids.

Him and Steve go into the bathroom and Eddie goes for Steves neck.

“A-ah.. fuck Eddie please.” Eddie tugs on Steves shirt indicating to take it off.

Steve keeps moaning and takes off his shirt. Eddie starts kissing Steve roughly.

They both melt into the kiss and when they pull apart they are breathless.

Steve tugs Eddies shirt off him. “Eddie.. more.” “Words sweetheart what do you want?” “F-fuck me.. Please!”

༻If you read this thank you! This is my first time writing. Any comments and feedback would be super appreciated! Should i make a part two?༺

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[chronicbitchsyndrome]

it's annoying as hell to have my disability blog blocked by like 75% of radical disability tumblr because i don't believe in the anti-scientific concept of mind-body dualism, specifically because my specific disability outright disproves it entirely as my "mental" and "physical" symptoms are one and the same (and make me almost entirely incapable of existing in public, and therefore broadly unable to build friendships and support networks offline). good job building community for isolated housebound disabled people who need it, y'all. 10/10.

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

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You knew this was a possibility, that's why you took extra precautions, tied the strings so well that you were sure you'll have to cut them at the end of the day. But here you were, contemplating how on earth did this happen...

Mina had finally pulled the entire group into going on a vacation, choosing one of the Okinawa beaches, all of you packed up and came to the private penthouse. The vacation was long overdue, everyone too excited to chill out and relax.

It was all good, friends chilling out eating, drinking and finally relaxing after months of tedious hero work.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, even if you had to deal with him. Bakugou and you had a sort of love hate relationship, constantly fighting but still having each other's back. Friends constantly commenting about the thick sexual tension between you both, which left you yelling at them, they weren't wrong tho, not that you would admit outloud.

"Move, Sugar." Bakugou rasps out, hand holding a can of beer, he was shirtless, wet swim trunks sticking to him thighs, tan lines clearly visible on his legs, he was still glossy from playing in the water. Had you hated him any lesser, you would have licked the water off him, alas that thought is something to be revisited in darker hours of the night.

"Go around the towel, dipshit", You retort, going back to lathering yourself up with sunscreen, he snorts, before stepping on your fucking towel and going along.

"Asshole!" You yell at him, whole he continues to laugh at your face. You took in deep breaths, this fucker isn't going to ruin your vacation.

You got back to your sunscreen, before reapplying you lip gloss, you put too much effort into your appearance today. It was a deep maroon two piece, the bottoms had a fabric around it making it seem like a mini skirt, while the top was tied with strings.

As much as you loved the bikini, the top was making you nervous, you had taken every measure to prevent the strings from untying, even kept a spear towel, having heard too many stories of women losing their bikinis in the sea making you paranoid. It was probably also why you hadn't ventured into the ocean yet.

"Gurll- you lookin' cute there." Mina walked up to you, handing you a bright blue concoction, you grinned at her before downing the drink.

"Thanks, babes." You giggled, cheekily winking at her.

"What aren't you getting into waters tho? The weather is pleasant too." She queried, leaning in to steal your gloss. "I am gonna go, just applied sunscreen." You dusted your hands, as you stood up, Mina finished putting on the gloss, tossing the tube in your bag before both of you raced into the waters.

The boys, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero welcomed you both in with splashes, playing around in waters lasted for a bit, after multiple rounds of chicken fight, Kirishima called Bakugou, asking him to join in.

"Ain't interested in yer shitty games." He yelled back, didn't bother looking at the group.

"Scared you'll lose," Sero provoked him, knowing that with right words he can get Bakugou to do anything.

"Fuck did ya' say?" He grits out, before standing up and charge towards your group, all of you scream before swimming in different directions, trying to not be his first victim.

Adrenaline pumped through your vessels, as you swam to furthest end of the shore, leaning against the big rocks keeping you hidden from the main shore. Breathing hard, you placed a hand on your chest, trying to slow the beating of your heart. Only to come to a horrible realisation that you weren't wearing your bikini top.

You were bare from waist above, frantically you tried looking for you top, hoping to find a maroon cloth lying somewhere, unfortunately you couldn't see anything that could vaguely resemble your bikini.

Panic set in when you realised that from this end of the shore, you can't even go to your spot on the beach, chance of grabbing your towel without being seen by your friends were too thin.

"Caught you!" Bakugou roars as he swims around the rocks, only to be stopped as you let out a yell, turning away from him.

"Stay there, Bakugou!" You barely even stay afloat, hairs shielding your back, while hands crossing over your chest.

"What? You suddenly don't want to play, when I catch you?" He rasps out, slightly curious as to why you wouldn't even turn to face him.

"It's not that." You let out a sigh, contemplating whether it's a good idea or not to ask Bakugou for help, he could potentially swin back and get you a towel.

"What is it then, Sugars?" He is much closer now, you can almost feel him behind you. "My top is lost." You whined out, praying he helps you.

"Sorry, what?!"

"My bikini top is lost, it untied while swimming." You whisper-yell at him, giving him a stink eye over your shoulder. He doesn't reply, instead it goes too quite, you slowly peek over your shoulder, only to lock eyes at Bakugou who is already looking at you.

Infact he was looking slightly below, as if checking whether or not you had the top. "Fucking pervert, I'll beat your ass!" Had your hands not been busy you would have whacked him.

"I am not a fucking pervert, I was thinking."

"Had you thought longer, you would have popped a boner."

"You want my help or not."

You went silent at that, of course you needed his help, especially if you didn't want to flash your friends.

"That's what I thought." He speaks at your silence, his voice a little too smug, "you got spear clothes here?" He queried, swimming back a little to look at your bag by the beach.

"I have a towel in there, it's big enough for me." You answer him over your shoulder, he wasn't looking at you anymore instead he was turned away mostly, head slightly tilted so he could hear you.

"Stay put, I'll get it," he almost start swimming before he turns towards you and says "Try not loosing the bottoms, in the meantime." And off he goes.

You knew just from that comment, he isn't going to let you live it down, you are sure he'll probably end up changing your name to some stupid shit constantly reminding you of today, but at least he is helping.

Everybody had already gone inside, letting Bakugou get you, when he reached where your towel had been laid out, he looked for your bag, not wanting to snoop too much, he got to work, quickly looking into the back to realise that there wasn't any towels in it. For a moment he wondered whether he should gather up your sand towel but decided against it.

He quickly jogged over to his spot at the beach, and grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing earlier, getting back into the ocean, he swam towards the rocks where you were hidden.

"Oi! There wasn't any towels, got you a t-shirt tho." He stretches an arm towards you, wet t-shirt in his fist.

"I had one, tho." You look at him in confusion, submerged neck deep into the ocean, hands crossed tightly. You were facing him slightly, eyes looking that clothe, you unwrapped one arm, from around yourself and reached for it, Bakugou averted his gaze, further stretching out his hand so you could reach it.

He moved a little closer, eyes still looking away, arms spread to make sure nobody can see you, even if it a private area of the beach.

You put the shirt on, feeling a little less exposed, turning around to fully face Bakugou, "Thank you, I suppose." You sheepishly scratch the back of your head, assuming the interaction is over and you'll both head back in.

"First of all☝🏻'you suppose?' and secondly you owe me more than a thank you."

He spits out, crossing his arms, and jutting out his hips. You eyes immediately drifted to his tits pecs that had become extenuated, before immediately locking eyes with his.

"Fucking pervert," He mimicked your earlier words.

"I am not! What do you want, Bakugou?" You exasperated, sighing dramatically, crossing your arms as well.

He moved towards you, arms unfolding to sway by his side, "Be nice, Sugar."

You scoff, eyes squinting at him suspiciously, more than aware of how close he was to you. He leans in clear, backing you against the rocks, leaning towards one side, leaving ample space for you to move away from him if you wanted.

He was close enough you could feel his minty breath onto your face, he locked eyes with you before leaning in, instinctively you closed your eyes, head tilting as your hands came to rest on his chest.

The kiss was taking a bit too long, peeking with one eye, you realised Bakugou was staring at you with a grin on his face.

"You asshole!!" You yelled at him, pushing at his chest, trying to move away from him, he was cackling, hands still grasping at your wrists, not letting you move away from him.

"Sorry, sorry." He wheezed out, pulling you towards him,"Oi, I am sorry, listen Sugars."

You didn't care tho, too tired to be dealing with his shenanigans, he was determined tho, pulled at your wrists, turning to glare at him, you were surprised by feeling of his lips against yours.

You stood there limp, Bakugou taking the lead for you, one arm around your waist other tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You slowly brought you hands around his neck, fingers coming to run through his blonde hairs.

You pull away breaths heavy, he continues kissing down your jaw, leaving behind love bites for you to later press into.

He comes back up, pressing his forehead against yours, "So, how 'bout I take you out, Sugars?"

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Starring: True from! Sukuna in a cabin in the woods... Synopsis: You don't see the point in it; chasing myths on Halloween night, going deeper into the woods than you ever had before. You'd rather be at home than chasing ghosts. But, your best friend insists on finding evidence of the local urban legends, and surely she won't abandon you the moment you find what shes been hunting, right? Content Warning: Tonight we are serving True form (two dicks) Sukuna, double penetration, tummy bulges, cunnilingus, kidnapping, marking, slight dubcon, and a soft Sukuna if you squint. reader discretion is advised

“So, remind me again why we’re taking a walk in the woods on Halloween night?” You asked your friend, narrowly avoiding a thorn vine as you pushed past the brush. 

“Because, historically speaking, people tend to see it on Halloween!” She explained, holding up her camera, “It’s our best chance of finding evidence of the spider demon.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her optimism.

“I don’t know if “Historically” is the right word to use there,” you grumbled softly as you continued your walk together. Ever since the two of you had started taking that Folklore Studies class for an extra college credit she had become obsessed with the local urban legend: The Spider Demon. To her credit, it was a genuinely interesting topic. 

As far back as town hall kept records of, there were sightings of the beast: a giant humanoid man that was covered in ancient markings, with four arms, four eyes, and a giant mouth on his abdomen. Rumor has it, he was the one at fault for all the disappearances that plagued your small town, dragging poor, innocent souls into some far off lair and feasting on their flesh. 

The sane people knew the real reason for the disappearances though; most of those kids hopped a train and got the fuck out of that dying town while they still could. You couldn’t say you blamed them. If you didn’t go to school here, one of the cheaper colleges around, you wouldn’t be here either. 

Your thoughts came to a halt as the two of you came up on an old stream. You knew it well as the boundary between where it was acceptable to play in the woods, and where was off limits. Everyone in the town had followed this rule. Your great grandparents had this rule engraved in their soul as kids, just as your parents and grandparents had, just as you had. And just as your kids would one day. No one really knew why you weren’t supposed to cross the water, just that you weren’t.

And your best friend was trying to hop across. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doin’?!” You yelled as you grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She looked at you as if you had just grown two extra heads.

"I'm crossing the stream?" She asked as if you were the insane one here.

"Yeah, I can see that dipshit!" You snapped, "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"To get to the other side?"

"What are you, a chicken?! You know we're not supposed to cross this stream." Your friend dramatically rolled her eyes, making her annoyance clear.

"The only chicken here is you Y/n." She scoffed. "Come on, it's just water. It can't hurt you." She said in a tone meant to mock assurance. It grinded your bones and made you wonder why you were friends to begin with.

"Don't be like that. Everyone in this town has been told since birth not to cross that stream, there has to be a reason why."

"The reason why is probably so little kids don't drown." She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. It made you want to rearrange her teeth. "I'm going to cross the stream and keep the hunt going, are you with me or not Y/n?" She asked.

You took a deep breath. You absolutely were not with her. Every fiber in your being was setting off red flags, you could hear your ancestors screaming at you to turn around, somewhere from the great beyond, both Cain and Abel look at you and say "girl, don't do it." 

And yet, you started to jump across the rocks. As annoying as your friend was, she was still your friend, and you couldn't let her go alone. Your ancestors all collectively face palm, your nerves explode, Cain turns to Abel and shakes his head. There's no saving you now. You swore the air temperature dropped by at least three degrees as you made it to the other side of the stream. You cursed softly as you wrapped your jacket tighter around you, and rushed to catch up with your friend.

“See? We crossed the water and we didn’t explode! Some rules are just made to be broken.” She seemed confident in that, but you still weren’t. Something was so…off. Wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. The moon was still as full as ever, lighting your way as the two of you walked. Your friend seemed fine, as chatty as hell even. And you were physically okay. Leaves crunched under your shoes, and the crickets chirped-

Wait. No they didn’t. “Hey, shush.” You demanded of your friend.

“What!? Why should I-”

“I said Shut. Up.” You snapped, an unfamiliar edge to your voice taking even you by surprise. She shut up, and you struggled to listen to the sounds of the forest. Except, there were no sounds of the forest. No crickets singing, no owls hooting, not even the rustle of a field mouse in the grass. The woods were completely silent, filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing. 

“Do you hear that?” You asked your friend.

“I don’t hear anything.” She scoffed.

“Exactly. We need to turn back.”

“What?! No way!” She protested with a stomp of her foot. You were really starting to think that Darwinism would not look kindly upon your friend.

“The woods are completely quiet.” You pointed out, “That doesn’t happen unless it has a reason to be quiet. We’re not welcome here.” You tried to argue. You would have been better off arguing with the moon itself. Your friend just shook her head as she continued to walk.

“The woods are always quiet Y/n, its what makes it so peaceful, or whatever.”

“But not this quiet!” You pleaded as you chased after her, still not willing to let her die out here alone. “Dude, please, we need to go-!��

“Ooo, whats that!” Your “best friend” quickly changed the topic as she pointed out a building off in the distance, running off to check it out. You felt your stomach fall to the floor. Who would build anything out here? You ran to follow her, deciding to just drag her back home if you had to. 

“Its a house!” She pointed out with a laugh as the two of you reached the edge of a lawn, “And they even decorated for Halloween, how sweet.” You looked at the house, an old wooden cabin that looked like something a pilgrim would have built back in the 1700s. You were shocked to see lights glowing in the window, indicating the building had electricity. That wasn’t what unnerved you the most though.

That would be the bones littering the yard. Animal and human alike, some looking older than others. All strewn about as if thrown there without any care, or sense of design. They looked more like discarded trash than they did decor, and a morbid part of your brain forced you to ask; do those maybe look a little too real to be made of plastic? You blood felt colder than ice as your throat contracted, an unseen anaconda choking you as your knees threatened to give out.

This place was cursed. “You should go knock.” Your friend smirked.

“I would rather die.” You whispered.

“I’m serious!” She laughed, “Go trick or treating! You’d probably be the first one to do so here.” 

“No way, this isn’t right. Why would they “decorate” for Halloween all the way out here? Why are they out here to begin with? It doesn’t make sense, we need to go.”

“Well, I’m not leaving until you go knock on the door.” Your friend shrugged as if she wasn’t signing your death certificate. “These kind people deserve trick or treaters, and I deserve to take a picture of you scared shitless as you knock on the door.” She laughed.

“That’s not funny!” You snapped, your patience growing thinner as your anxiety grew.

“Oh come on Y/n! Don’t be such a bitch, just go knock on the door and then we can go, okay? I promise.”

“...Swear?” You asked softly, at this point willing to do whatever it took to leave these woods and go home.

“Swear.” Your best friend smiled, locking her pinky with yours. Her smile as angelic, enough to trick you into a facade of ease. You took a deep breath as you approached the door, carefully avoiding the skeletons as you walked. Did they looked chewed on? You didn’t want to think too hard about it. You could feel your heart in your throat, the false courage of your friends pinky promise fleeing faster and faster with every step you took closer to this house. It radiated death.

Climbing the creaky stairs was harder than you anticipated, your jittering joints protesting the very act. You reached a trembling fist to the splintering wooden door, knocking as soft as possible. “H-Hello?” You called out, hating the way your voice quivered, “Trick or Treat!” Your entire body tried to collapse in on itself, the only thing keeping you from doing so was the primal instinct to maintain your ability to run should you so need.

You waited a few seconds, then let out a shaking breath as no one came to the door. As you turned back to your friend, you were blinded by the flash of a camera, freezing you in your place. The sounds of her cackle filled you with rage. You really needed you friends. 

You rolled your eyes. “There I knocked. Are you happy? Can we please go home no-” your words died in your throat as you heard the door open.

“Trick.” a rough deep voice said, deeply unfamiliar to you. You watched your friends face contort into fear and her jaw unhinged itself into a scream as she scrambled to get away. Though, you weren’t able to hear her panic, the ringing in your ears becoming deafening as you felt your feet fall from underneath you, a python of an arm squeezing your stomach as you were lifted into the air, and into the house. 

You tried to grab the door frame as you were dragged into hell, becoming aware of your own screaming ripping through your throat as the frame was ripped from your fingers and the door shut in your face.

“Quite mortal.” The voice said again, and you almost instantly shut up. Something primal in your DNA sequencing knowing better than to piss off this devil. The monster turned you over in his hands, turning you to face him. Your soul left your body. You took in the visage of the beast, your panicking brain struggling to process what was in front of you.

 A giant humanoid man, with four arms, four eyes, and a face and chest full of ancient markings. He was holding you too close to properly see it, not to mention the fact that he was wearing a regal robe, but you would bet an unreasonable amount of money he had a sickening smile on his belly. You were in The Spider Demons claws.

And worst of all, he was kinda cute? Like, maybe it was the unshakeable sense of death that rattled your soul and turned your brain into mush, but if he was like- a normal guy with a normal amount of arms and eyes, you would have been smitten! You were kinda smitten now, even if you didn’t want to admit that. God you…really really hoped this whole experience wasn’t awakening something in you. This would be something to unpack in therapy later- if you survived this.

The demon took your chin in a free hand, turning your head as he examined you. You smelled divine. If you had been a sacrifice for him, he would have given whoever picked you out an A++ for finding you, and a bit more leniency for a while. But, he knew you weren’t a sacrifice. The townsfolk had declared him their enemy long ago, and had been facing the consequences ever since. So, that begged the question.

“Tell me, whats a pretty thing like you doing at my doorstep on the most haunted night of the year?” He asked, turning your head to look him in the eye. 

“Wishing you were a myth.” You went with the first thing that came to your head and instantly regretted it. That might have been a little too honest for this situation. But, at least he seemed to find humor in it, snickering at your quip.

“Keep wishing then human, I’m all too real.” He chuckled darkly. 

“Yeah, I-I see that…Are you going to kill me?” Your voice was shakier than you intended as you asked. You hated it, but the anticipation of what he was going to do was more painful that anything he could have actually done.

“I haven’t decided yet.” He mused as he continued his examination of you. He smiled cruelly as he felt your pulse quicken under his hands. He could smell your fear, and it was intoxicating. Your eyes, blown wide with fear, were stirring something deep down inside of him, and making you far more interesting than any other human he had come across in years.

Or, maybe it had just been a while since he had anyone to fuck. Granted, he had stolen plenty of mortals from your small town, but most of the time they died in the process. Corpses held no interest to him for anything other than food. But you? You were alive and warm, and vulnerable in his claws. That fact alone made the notion of keeping you alive for a little longer far more enticing than killing you just yet. 

“Um, anything I could do to help you make that decision?” You asked softly.

“The decision to kill you?” he questioned

“Well, the decision not too!” You quickly clarified, “Dying sounds kinda, well, not fun  and with you being like, a real thing that kinda makes me question well everything as far as mythology goes and that makes dying really fucking scary and-”

“You’re rambling mortal.” He sneered in annoyance.

“Right! My bad I just- please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything not to die.” You begged, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you grappled with being forced to face the unknown. You had the beasts attention though, an eyebrow raising at your offer.

“Anything?” He purred, his eyes falling to the swell of your chest and making you greatly regret your word choice. “Anything at all?”

“Anything.” You whispered softly. You reasoned with yourself that this was for your life and definitely not because the thought of getting railed by a blood thirsty demon made you squish your thighs together in anticipation. You for sure didn’t feel a rush of arousal as the thought of something meant to kill you making you cum instead crossed your mind. That didn’t happen, no way, not at all. You weren’t wondering if his dick was as monstrous as he was, or if his markings graced it as well.

“Alright then Human, deal.” He grinned wickedly as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’ll let you live, if you give your body to me first.” You felt your face burn at his proposal. Something felt fundamentally wrong about spreading your legs for a demon. You weren’t religious or anything, but that had to be some sort of sin. But, if it was for your life, surely you could indulge- I MEAN- endure. 

“Before I agree, we’re not talking about possession, right?” You had to clarify. He smirked at your words. You were cleaver to ask, it showed a familiarity with the supernatural. Maybe you weren’t as foolish as you first seemed after all.

“Smart girl. But no, we’re not talking about possession.” He confirmed. 

“Okay, cool, just checking.” You chuckled nervously. “You got yourself a deal.” His smirk turned into a dark grin as his free hands rushed to your clothes. You panicked, knowing he was going to rip them off and you’d be forced to walk back in the nude. That would have been mortifying.

“Wait wait wait!” You yelped, holding up your arms to stop his hands. 

“What?” He growled, annoyance flooding his tone.

“Let me undress myself.” You requested, “Please? I’ll make it worth your while.” He seemed intrigued and amused, setting you on the ground with an almost unnerving gentleness. 

“Will you now? Lets see.” He hummed. You nodded, taking a few steps back. You took a deep breath and shrugged your jacket off your shoulders. You had never been particularly good at being sexy, at least not in your opinion. But, The monsters eyes could have convinced you otherwise. The way he watched you undress, as if he was a starving man looking at a thanksgiving feast, or a hungry demon looking at his next meal. It gave you the confidence to put on a proper show, teasing him as you slowly shed your clothes.

“I’m Y/n by the way,” You said as your hands reached to unhook your bra, “You got a name, or is it just spider demon?” He huffed humorlessly at your quip. He never liked that title. 

“Ryomen Sukuna,” He said, his eyes setting fire to your skin as you finally dropped your bra for him, “you can call me Sukuna.” 

“Noted.” You nodded as you dropped your panties. His lustful grin showed off his incredibly sharp fangs as he dropped his own robe, the only thing covering him. You confirmed the mouth theory, seeing it spread and hungrily panting across his toned abs. Your breath hitched when you saw when he was working with. 

His dick- or rather, dicks- looked human enough despite the markings, but they were longer and thicker than anything you had taken before. And again, there were two of them. They stood hard and proud against his stomach, twitching to be inside you. You didn’t know if the buzzing in your hands and legs was from regret, or excitement.

You didn’t have time to figure it out either before you were taken back into the demons arms, this time with less violence and more neediness. He pressed you to his stomach, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and leaving you open to him.

“You’re pretty brave for a human, you know that?” He complimented as a large tongue lolled out of his stomach mouth and against your soaking core. He chuckled darkly as the muscle shoved itself into your weeping cunt, making you gasp at the sudden stretch, “And such a slut too.”

“Hey, this was your idea, not mine.” You reminded him though breathy moans, trying to ground yourself as your hips bucked against his giant mouth. Every movement of the tongue felt like being touch for the first time, a ripple of pleasure coursing though your stomach and legs, and making you wonder there was something supernatural going on to make a demonic act feel so heavenly.

“True,” He agreed, “But you’re the one that's gushing for a monster when I’ve hardly touched you.” he reminded you, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure as you dropped the act of innocence. He didn’t know what was more arousing to him, watching your resolve dissolve, or just how sweet you tasted as you desperately you rode his tongue. “I was going to kill you just a few moments ago, you know that right?” He growled into you ear.

“Yeah, but you’re fucking me instead. Sounds like a win to me.” You grinned and he laughed at your sudden audacity. He knew he liked you.

“You really are a whore, Aren’t you?” He teased as his tongue slipped out of your cunt and into your ass instead, watching the way your breasts bounced as you flinched and moaned at the sudden intrusion. 

“Not a whore if it’s for my life.” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders. You were starting to feel light headed from the pleasure pooling in your stomach, your cunt clenching around nothing, pissed off from the loss.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He chuckled as his face fell to the crook of your neck, taking in your intoxicating smell. He could feel his dicks twitch with need as he kissed you there, fighting every instinct in his body to keep from digging his teeth into the thin skin. He tasted your sweet slick as it dripped from your cunt and onto the middle of his tongue, and finally he withdrew the muscle. 

You whined as he did, head dropping to his chest, both holes now clenching around nothing. “No, fuck-” You whimpered, only for him curl a clawed finger under your chin and lift your head to face him. “Sukuna..” You whimpered as you looked into his fire red eyes, darkened by lust. His lips crashed into yours, capturing you in a heated kiss. You sighed against his mouth, hands rising to tangle into his soft pink hair as his tongue tangled with yours.

You screamed into his mouth as you felt him shove both of his cocks into you at once, one for each hole. He growled, biting down on your lip as you clenched around him. “Sukuna!” You gasped as you pulled back from the kiss, your body trying hard to push out the sudden intrusion.

“Relax for me Darling,” He groaned softly, the pet name slipping out without his permission. He pressed his forehead to yours as he rubbed your stomach, trying to ease your pain.

“I-I can’t. Too big..” You panted, trying desperately to release the tension in your shoulders. The stretch was searing you from the inside out. You felt overwhelmed, the pleasure in the pain feeling like static shocks. “It’s soo much..”

“You can handle it,” He assured you, extremely (perhaps overly) confident in your ability considering you had met less than an hour ago. You shook your head, tears slipping from your eyes. He lapped them up from your face, then captured your lips in a much softer kiss this time. Slowly, your body came to accept his, the tension melting away as his tongue tangled with yours and he eased his way further into you. The burn faded, leaving just the pleasure there, pulsating through you as he pushed deeper. 

He groaned into your lips as he bottomed out into you, stilling both to give you time to adjust and so he didn’t immediately cum in you like a fucking virgin. It was almost embarrassing how good you felt around him, taking him better than any other being had before. You clenched and fluttered around him in a sinful way, bringing him closer to his climax than he would like to admit.

“Told you.” He smirked as he pulled away from the kiss, licking at the string of saliva that connected the two of you. You whined as you looked down to where the two of you were connected, watching a bulge in your stomach appear and disappear with every thrust of his hips. It should have hurt, but no- quite the opposite.

 Every thrust of his hips electrified you with pleasure, sending wave after wave of intoxicating bliss through your nervous system. You had never felt so full before, so complete. You could feel his cocks rub against each other, against your walls inside of you, a dizzying sensation that you had never experienced before. Your hips bucked against him greedily as he fucked you, chasing your high.

“Look at me Y/n,” He demanded, pulling your head up so your eyes connected with his again, “I want you know the demon making you feel so good.” 

“Ryomen-” You whined, forgetting in your sea of lust that wasn’t the name he told you to use. His eyes widened a bit from shock. Mostly because he wasn’t filled with rage by your insolence, but instead a surge of lust from hearing his name fall from your lips. It really had been awhile, he was feeling himself getting attached far too easily. If he knew what was good for him, he would have finished and disposed of you as quickly as possible. He wasn’t interested in what was good for him.

“Say it again.” He demanded, a hand slipping in between you to rub circles into your clit. 

“Ryomen..” You whined, staring at him with fucked out, lust clouded eyes as you trembled in his arms, thighs clenching around his abdomen as the ecstasy crashed through your core and through out your body. You felt your muscles ripple and tense in anticipation. 

“Again,” He growled, pulling you closer to him, and dropping his forehead down to yours. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

“Ryomen..” Your brain was too clouded to make out the rest of his command, your body buzzing and bliss building up inside of you. He picked up his pace, chasing his own high and making you scream out his name in a truly embarrassing and needy moan. 

You clung onto his shoulders and neck, digging your nails into the soft skin there as the euphoria in your veins finally boiled over and hit the fire inside of your stomach, igniting it in an explosion of ecstasy and lust. Your vision exploded with stars and your brain officially clocked out of work as you melted into a puddle. Your legs shaking around him as you leaned against his strong body, unable to keep yourself up any longer.

Your velvety walls quivered around him and sucked him in impossibly deeper, needy and lustful for him. It drove him mad. He watched as your face scrunched in pleasure, your body reacting to him greedily as you melted into the pleasure he he was gracing you with. 

It send him over the edge watching you cum for him, feeling you cum over him, feeling you gush around him. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, holding you in a grip tight enough to bruise. His fangs buried themselves into your neck, marking you as his and his alone as he came deep inside of you, the warm strings gushing in you and filling you to the point of spilling over.

He held you close to him, head hung back as you both tried to catch your breath. Your mind was starting to clear the fog out, looking up to ask him to put you down before you felt him move inside you again. Your breath hitched as you realized he didn’t even get a little soft. You looked at him with almost horrified eyes as he bucked into you, only acting to encourage him. He looked back at you with lustful and wicked eyes, nipping at your lip as he set his pace and grinned.

“Whats wrong Darling?” He asked, the pet name now fully intentional in its use, “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” 

🎃🎃🎃

You were warm when you woke up, despite still being in the nude. Probably because of the huge body pressed against yours, radiating heat and holding you close as he slept. Visions of last night ran though your head, making you almost painfully aware of the cum still dripping from between your thighs, and sending another wave of arousal through you. When did you pass out? When did Ryomen?

You stayed still for a few seconds, listing to your bedfellows steady breathing. The bed, despite being made from feathers and thin quilting, was surprisingly soft, and the late afternoon sun filled the old home with a warm hazy light. You realized you couldn’t stay here any longer. You couldn’t get attached to an urban legend. 

You slipped out of his arms, freezing as he groaned and only breathing again once he was softly snoring. You sighed as you slipped out of the bedroom and found your clothes again. You quickly got dressed, and went to open the front door. It didn’t budge. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you pulled the knob again. What the hell? You pulled with all your might, almost screaming with frustration as the door didn’t even move a centimeter. 

“Don’t bother with that Dove.” You gasped as you heard Ryomens voice behind you, a wave of dread blanketing you as you spun to face him. He was leaning casually against the door frame of the bedroom, a content smile painted on his face. “It has my seal on it. I’m the only one that can open that door.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

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

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man. 

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him. 

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you. 

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.” 

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup. 

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces. 

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes. 

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips. 

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

A/N: Inspired by the Deadpool and Wolverine trailer. Inaccurate things when it comes to timelines and shit. Beware, it was not edited properly. Sorry.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angsty?, attempt at being funny?

My stories are written for mature audiences - 18+!

Words: 2500+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

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LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

“Do you think this is gonna work?” 

“Agent Smith said it would.” 

“It’s fucking weird, you know?” 

“A lot of fucked up things happened before. This is nothing compared to what I have to deal with now. So, ladies first.”

Wade pointed at the weird-looking orange door. He didn’t want to walk through them first. That fucker shoved Y/N right into the portal before he took a step forward. Coward. 

They appeared in front of a dive bar, during a bright sunny day. Y/N looked at Wade, well, more like at his masked face. “Wasn’t this place supposed to be fucked up?” she asked. “It’s too nice outside.”

“It will become in a matter of hours. Now, here’s the plan,” he said. “We’ll go in. I’ll talk first. If I won’t move with that stubborn mountain of a man, it’s your turn. Do whatever it takes to bring him with us - smile at him, have sex with him, for all I care. And, who knows, maybe we will know whether Agent Smith was right.” 

“I call bullshit,” said Y/N, cracking her knuckles. “I don’t know him. I think it’s a fairy tale he made up so I would work with you,” she said, fixing her tactical suit. “Can’t believe I’m doing this shit with you, Wade.”

He chuckled. “Come on, you love spending time with me, kicking ass, making men suffer.” 

“I will make you suffer.”

Together, they approached the entrance door of the dive bar. Wade was the first one to walk in. During the day, there weren’t many people around. Some people gave them brief attention but quickly went back to their beers. Y/N glared at Wade. 

“Our guy is right there,” he said, pointing to the bar. 

And there he was - their target - the man they had to collect to save the universe. Was it the universe or the multiverse? Whatever it was, he was crucial for this mission. 

Y/N eyed his back - the dark jacket he wore and how bent he was over the bar. The sadness radiated from him. Something was happening inside her. As if she experienced a magnetic pull towards him.

Y/N showed Wade forward to start. She was curious to see the man’s reaction. She sat at a nearby table ready to watch the scene unfold. Of course, Wade used a beautiful opening line that would normally get his assed whipped. 

“Hi, peanut.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing. This was Wade, typical Wade Wilson. Fucking Deadpool and her best friend. How the fuck did they manage to become friends? She knew him for a long time, fought alongside him and tolerated that dipshit. 

“Look, lady, I’m not interested,” the man said gruffly. His voice was deep, husky and kind of sexy. It made Y/N tilt her head. Interesting. 

It was painful to watch the interaction. Wade tried to get him off the chair, away from the bar before he could explain anything. Such a rookie mistake. It was time to intervene before Wade overstepped and jeopardised this whole mission. 

She got off the chair and walked to the tall, well-built man. With a smile, she tapped on his shoulder. He instantly turned, his weird metal claws already out of his hands, ready to fight. When their eyes met, she showed him her bright smile and teeth. “Hi, peanut.” 

His face changed from pissed to shocked in less than a second. For a second it lost its colour. The man’s mouth opened wide. “Y/N?” he said her name gently, too gently for her liking. “Holy shit.” 

“Ha, Agent Smith was right,” Wade laughed, pointing a finger at her face. It got him three claws into his stomach. It made him grunt and fell to his knees. “Ouch. That fucking hurt.” 

“You know me?” Y/N asked, not believing the whole story she was told back in the TVA. 

That question took him aback. “What kind of dumb question is that, baby? Of course, I know ya,” and his hands reached for her face, holding her cheeks. To Y/N’s surprise, she let him. “How is this possible? How are you alive?” 

It was Y/N’s time for her eyes to widen in complete shock. “Woah,” she stepped back. 

“It’s me,” he said, frowning. “It’s Logan.” 

Wade decided to step in, waving a hand at them. “I don’t want to interrupt this romantic reunion, but we need to talk to you, big guy. It’s important.” 

“You came here with the weírd-looking sex toy?” Logan’s eyes were back on Y/N. “What the fuck is this? The the fuck is going on?”

That made her laugh. “Ha, Wade, even he thinks you look like a sex toy. With Cable, we are now three who think the same thing.” 

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he spat back. 

The man, Logan, pushed away from her, glaring. His claws were in the air, ready to strike if necessary. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Deadpool and this is my annoying friend Y/N,” Wade introduced them. 

“You are an ass,” Y/N glared at Wade.

“Impossible,” Logan shook his head, bumping into a wooden stool. “You are dead,” he pointed a finger directly at Y/N’s face. “You cannot be here. You died in my fucking arms! Who the fuck are you?” he raised his voice at her. 

“I’m Y/N,” she said. 

“Don’t bullshit me!” 

There was a sound of a loading gun. All three lazily turned their gaze to the bartender who was pointing a shotgun at them. None of them was intimidated by that. “Get the fuck out of my bar! Now! Or I will shoot you all.” 

“I think this is our cue,” Wade whispered. 

Logan grabbed Wade by the red top of his suit, pushing him out of the bar like he was a ragdoll. Y/N immediately followed them out, ready to step in if necessary. She wasn’t worried about Wade. He was immortal. His body parts would grow back. She was more ready to step in intellectually. That was something Wade didn’t know how to do. 

“Everyone calm down,” she said. 

“No!” they both yelled at her, already fighting like children.

Y/N looked at herself, reading this story and made a sour face. “Men,” she sighed and turned her gaze to the two men who were about to tear each other apart. A purple-looking mist appeared in her hands and she pushed the men away from each other. 

“That’s enough, gentlemen,” she said. 

There was blood coming out of Wade’s abdomen - the marks from the claws. She had to shake her head. Wade had his gun out, pointing it directly at Logan. “Will you fucking listen, you oaf?” 

Logan’s eyes moved from him back to Y/N. She saw how his stance relaxed. It was painful to look at her, see someone he lost. His claws retraced back into his hands. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles becoming white. “How come you are alive?” he asked. 

Y/N sighed. “Because I’m not her… me… uh,” she shook her head. “It’s complicated.”

“Fucking talk, woman,” he raised his voice. 

She raised her hand to calm him. “I can explain. But I need you to come with us, Logan.”

His eyes closed. When Y/N said her name, more emotions ran across his face. “How can I trust you? I can’t seem to trust my own mind.” 

Wade was ready to say something stupid, but Y/N quickly shut him up by throwing him away with her power. “Believe me, it doesn’t make any sense to me, too. I can give you an explanation if you will help us.” 

“Help with what?” he raised a brow. 

Y/N made a face, changed it to a frown. ”To save the multiverse?” she said it like a question, hesitant whether he’d believe her. “Before you say anything, I know it sounds fucking crazy. Trust me, I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.” 

Wade came running back. “That was rude, you know?” 

“Shut up,” she glared at him. “We need his help, so let me handle it. Just for once, Wade, I need you to zip it, okay?” 

He leaned closer to Logan. “She’s hormonal,” he whispered to him. 

This time, Y/N decided to ignore his comment. “Please,” she turned her gaze to Logan. “Will you come with us? Help us save our world, all of the worlds?” 

He scoffed. “I’m no hero, kid.” 

Y/N turned her head to Wade, then back to Logan. “None of us are heroes here,” she said. “Maybe that’s why we are meant to save everyone’s asses,” she shrugged. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “How come you are not a hero? You are the sweetest thing in this world. You are the definition of heroism and kindness,” he said. 

She made a face. “Come with us and we’ll talk about it all.” 

And he did. 

. . . 

Logan and Y/N sat behind an old-fashioned plastic table. He still wore his clothes while Y/N changed from her tactical suit to jeans and a simple shirt. The silence between them was awkward. The tension could be cut with a knife. His eyes scanned her from head to anywhere they were able to reach. 

There was a stack of documents and papers by her side. She grabbed them to show them to prove she was not lying. 

The door opened and Wade stepped in, out of his red suit. Logan gasped, horrified when he saw the man’s face. “What the fuck? Holy shit, that is fucking horrible. As if you were ran down by a Zamboni,” he yelled. 

“It’s disgusting, right?” Y/N nodded. But a second later a grin was on her face. 

“Ha, ha,” Wade pretended to laugh. “Can’t believe you two are laughing at a poor disabled man who happened to have his face fucked to safe his shitty life.” 

“That was your decision,” Y/N reminded him. 

Logan pretended to hurl. Y/N chuckled. “It’s hard to look at him.” 

Y/N smiled at her friend. “Could you leave us alone?” she asked. “I need to talk to him alone and, well, it takes time to get used to your face.” 

Wade pointed a finger at her. “One day, I will cut your tongue out,” he threatened. He was already on his way out. “Oh,” he threw her a little device. “If you want to show him something spicy,” he winked at her. 

Once the door shut behind him, Y/N exhaled the breath she was holding. “Now that he’s out of the picture,” she waved with a hand.

“Just start singing,” said Logan, annoyed. 

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, but I am not your Y/N. I’m from a different timeline,” she started. 

“How are you, not my Y/N? You sound the same, you look the same. You have the same mutation,” he said. “And a different timeline? What kind of bullshit is that?” 

She shrugged. “Hey, I found out about all of this today, okay?” she then glared at him. “I, myself, have trouble taking it in. It’s crazy, it’s fucked up on so many levels. It’s not easy for me too, you know?” 

Logan huffed. “Continue.”

“This is going to sound crazy, so prepare yourself.” She took a deep breath. “I was told, and showed, that somehow, we are meant to be together in almost every timeline.”

“What?” 

Y/N made a face. “It sounds like a fucking fairytale.” Her hands grabbed the first folder, looking at its name. When she opened it, there was a photo of both of them. They looked the same. Y/N pushed her chair closer to him and showed Logan the details in the document. “In this timeline, we are both normal people. We live together in the Canadian mountains.” 

Logan took the folder and read the document. His eyes went over the photo. He shook his head. “Holy shit,” was the only thing he said. 

Y/N reached for another folder. When she opened it, she chuckled. “Here, you are a notorious mob boss,” she showed him. In the picture, he had an eyepatch over his left eye. “We live in Madripoor. People know you there as Patch.” 

“What about my version in your world?” he asked.

She sighed. “There is none. I said we are meant to be together in almost every universe. In mine, you don’t exist.” She turned to the documents and took out the one from her timeline.

Logan snatched it from her, reading through the words. “You are a mercenary?” he asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded. “Wade and I have a business together. He’s the only family I have. Well, Wade and his fianceé Vanessa. In the past, the Avengers approached with the offer to be in their team. I declined. That’s not who I am.” 

“Is there a world, uh, timeline where you don’t exist?” he asked.

“They told me there used to be one, but that timeline was destroyed a long time ago,” she explained. “Don’t ask me how that happened, because I don’t have an answer for that. You should ask Agent Smith that.” 

“Why do you keep calling him that?” 

“He looks like a character from a movie,” she explained. Her hand reached for another folder. When she opened it, she laughed. “In this world, you and are enemies that secretly love each other.” 

Logan’s brow raised. He read the details of their relationship. “You are on Magneto’s side?” he gasped. “I mean, she is… This is so confusing.” 

“Uh,” she hesitated for a moment. “When did you lose me? Or the version of me. You know what I mean.” 

“Haven’t you read that?” he asked. 

“Nope,” she shook he head. “I’ve got through a couple of those folders. I was only told that we were going to your timeline and that I was dead. Plus to get you out of there and convince you to help us.” 

Logan nodded. “You died…” It was hard to talk about it. “It happened a few years ago during a war that the mutants were in,” he said. “You died in my arms,” he cleared his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered. 

“I live with that pain every day,” he continued. “And now, it is fucking harder than ever before, because here you are, sitting in front of me, but you are not… her.” 

At that point, she realised how difficult this experience was for him. Logan seemed like a tough guy. The pain that reflected in his eyes, how he avoided meeting her eyes more and more. 

“Everyone I knew is dead,” said Logan after a pause. “No one lives in my world that I care about.” 

Y/N bit her lower lip. “Logan,” she said his name softly. “We pulled you out of your timeline because it will be destroyed soon.” 

His eyes widened. “Wait, what? What’s going to happen to me?” 

“The TVA will present you with options. But if we save the multiverse, we will be rewarded. Or that’s what they told me,” she said. 

“It doesn’t matter. No one in my world is alive.” He stood up from the chair. “Let’s do this shit. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.” 

Y/N put a small smile on her face. She wanted to show him more, tell him what they told her, what she thought of it. “Yeah, let’s do this.” 

[rezitio]

"HIS GIRL" E. geto suguru

prt 2. series masterlist

↳˳❛ lyrics ༉‧₊˚✧

After his friends find out he managed to fuck one of the hardest girls to lay, they pester him about the details

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E. running from the d, oral sex (f!), mirror sex, telling his friends about it, being caught after the act, music in the background, blue lights, affirmations, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds

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━━━━ The pungent and chaotic mix of smells ranged from the sharp tangy smell of alcohol to the different fizzy suspended gas particles in the air from the canned drinks not to forget the butter and cheese from the snacks.

Not even the artificial scents from the candles and air freshers could bring Geto back to reality. If not even the sound of general men's gossip or talk of sports could bring Geto's mind back to the present, how much more scents?

"But she'd be at least top 10 not even making it to top three, but ya' know who'd make it to top three?" The boy with eyes that reflect that of the LED strip of the controller postulates. "[Name]! I just know she'd be a freak"

With the mention of one girl, everybody including Suguru's attention was seized.

"Didn't she reject you the whole night at the last party we threw?" Toji laughed, still trying to focus on the game, but his ear was in the conversation his friends were having.

"Wait- I'm even confused wasn't that the girl Geto fucked?" Choso questioned and every head swiveled towards him. Some eyes filled with confusion and disbelief but one particular pair carried heavy censure to the boy.

This is why he didn’t like to come to these types of hangouts, there was always confusion and something bound to erupt. How was he supposed to know the very obvious truth was a secret? These boys act as if they haven't seen them flirt in the hallway.

"I'm... going upstairs. " He scratched his head and walked upstairs, muttering his words. Nanami followed suit because he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the bullshit these boys would start spewing as if a living person belonged to anybody.

Eyes averted from Choso's leaving figure to Getou’s cringing face. He had just come back from his daydream of her warmth, just to be confronted. He had wished to keep their moment special, not necessarily a secret but a special moment between the both of them.

"How is that even possible? I thought she was impossible to lay?" Toji voiced the same thought running through everyone's mind.

He stayed silent not wanting to respond, it didn't even seem like he needed to with how quickly Gojo butted in. Suguru was worried that this would cause some turmoil in their friendship as he knew Satoru had a lust for her and a superiority complex.

But his was much larger, it was way more than just lust. He felt affection towards her, genuine attraction. He expected Satoru to patronise him for it.

"Fuck the fact you got her first- I wanna know, how was it?" He said which shocked most in the room but also intrigued them.

"That guy from her old school who said he fucked her said she's like a starfish." chortled the pink-haired spawn of Satan, Sukuna. Erupting a loud laugh from Toji the room filled with their cackles

Gojo rolled his eyes almost offended that they believed that such a prize like you would actually fuck that nerd using your name for clout. "Be realistic, that dipshit didn't fuck her." He stood up for you.

"Or you mad that he fucked her but you still haven't." retorted Sukuna again earning a guffaw of laughter from Toji. But Toji saw the unamusement in Gojo's eyes and decided to end the matter before it escalated into a fight.

"It's just jokes, jokes. Calm down." He says holding back the chuckles. "But let Geto talk, how ya' had her?"

Geto wanting there to be a fight or distraction so he didn't have to share sighed. He figured one of them would get a remark out of her if he didn't give his own. And he'd rather not have Sukuna and Toji harassing her for his sex life.

"Fuck- I ain't even gonna lie, it was amazing." He started

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His length tirelessly digging inside you the pleasure was immense. You wanted to tell him to stop so bad but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going.

You grabbed his hand that squeezed your ass. "getou- I can't take it." You whined. He began to go slow giving you the breath you need but still making sure the existence of pleasure was there.

He leaned down, pulling your head up with his palm. You felt his hot breath on your ear sending electric shivers through your nerves "you want me to stop, babe?" He husks. You immediately shake your head an aggressive 'no'. Like hell, you wanted all this pleasure to stop.

"please- don't stop." You managed to voice out after unintentionally saying it in your head thrice. "faster, nghh please." you begged.

He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. A warning of what was to come. He picked up the pace more than before he went deeper, his cock slamming inside grazing your g-stop on the way to the highest point and out. His balls slapping against your clit, his hands moving your ass front and back in to match his rhythm, it made you cry out.

You could barely hear skin slapping over your moans, instinctively you leaned forward reaching to the bed. His hands catching yours and locking them in back you still found a way to lean down onto the bed.

From there you made your trek to the edge of the bed.

Your first try he caught you. "Come here." A simple command any five-year-old could understand. He pulled you back towards him, slamming himself into you.

But you persisted. You tried again this time trying to wiggle your hand out of the lock he had on you. You managed to get hands free but he pulled you back by your waist. "Where you going?"

"Here." He placed his arm in front of you and you knew just what to do with it. You focused your mind and power on biting into his hand to distract you. His other hand dug deep into the roots of your hair and raised your head also raising his arm to ensure you look forward.

"See how good you're taking me... you see fuck- you're so beautiful..." He says those words but he's smashing into you like he hates you.

The dirty talk more like praise and arm biting worked a bit just enough for you two to release. He allowed you to catch your breath and come down from your high. He flipped you over and landed soft kisses all over your chest and torso.

He couldn't stay so vanilla for long as his mouth latched onto one of your nipple and began to play with it in his mouth, from sucking to swirling the hard in his mouth with his tongue.

He wasn't negligent to your other tit too. His hand satisfied it just enough eventually he got greedy and needed a taste for both of them.

Squishing and massaging both breasts together and sucking them at the same time. He loved how it made your back arch but he needed more, something to pry more sounds and taste from you.

His eyes drift the to puffy lips below. He inspected it placing a finger in between the slit and it made you moan and flinch.

You both looked at each other like you he just found your tickle spot. The look you gave him told him 'don't you dare.' but his look said 'I'm gonna'

"What's wrong still a bit sensitive?" His hand raises above your slit, his thumb landing on your clit rubbing circles making you cry out. "But you'd let me get a taste right? Let daddy get a taste..."

He dragged you on the edge and spat on it as lube even tho there was already enough of your cum on your lips, he stuck two fingers in to test how tight you were.

Being as tight as you always were you clenched down on his digits and arched your back closing your legs which he immediately pried open

"Come on, you'd let me taste won't you?" As he said that his head was already so close to your opening.

He thumb on your clit but quickly replaced them with his tongue. He did everything to leak juices out of you from playing with his tongue to sucking it worked.

Your hands basically shampooing his hair with the way you're running your hands through them. Removing all the knots in his hair.

Don't you love when I come around?

Your playlist. You tried to focus on the music playing, it was slower than the original but it was enough to keep up.

His tongue slicked up your folds causing the final lining of restraint to tear down

You immediately released all over you couldn't even have stopped it if you wanted to.

By such a simple act? No, it wasn't just an act. A lot went into that single actionso much clit abuse went into that single sensation

Enough for him to taste you. His greedy mouth eating it all up like he hadn't eaten in days. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit trying to get everything out of you by your arches and heaves.

After he had cleaned you dry that moment of eye contact... nothing more needed to be said your lips connected.

It was a rhythm, a dance. First, your lower lip in between his lips. They would connect feeling each other sucking on them. A pull-a-part then switch of positions, your lips sandwiching his lower lip his head a new angle every time.

A pull away then tongue grazing over the lips intertwined tips and pull away then repeat.

It was like an intermission a moment of rest for your hole to be penetrative again and his dick reloaded with sperm. You both felt when you were ready again and gave a knowing look.

"How about this time, you keep looking at yourself... maybe if you see what is see you know why I want to be with you."

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You were long asleep but Geto still wanted to stay with you a little longer. 'Just a little' he promised himself.' You just felt so warm on his bare skin, and your sleeping figure so vulnerable, who would protect you?

In everything I feel my brain's like na

It's not real, it's not real

But it feels real

Your playlist still played, your phone at his side still repeating faintly the soft sound of the last video played. He still can't believe that after he had moved up and down carrying you from the shower and getting water for you because he believed your legs would hurt.

You had enough energy to grab your phone that was downstairs charging so discretely but when he asked you to simply hand him the empty glass beside you; "Aw, 'guru... my legs hurt."

A simple smile crept on his face. That's why he wants you. And nobody else.

He finally gained the self-control to leave but only after falling asleep, waking up, preparing breakfast for you and leaving a note.

He slid on his clothes and climbed out the window, his mind too busy overthinking if you were okay he didn't even look where he landed

"Shit- the fuck?" A voice vexed barely dodging the man suddenly falling out of the sky

As soon as the man on the floor's eyes adjusted, he couldn't believe them.

"Geto?" He turned hearing his name, he recognised the man on the street.

"Choso? What the hell you doing here?" He questioned him. He abruptly got up dusting himself off.

"Walking my dog! I live around here! What are you doing jumping off roofs." He bit back. Geto didn't respond, Choso's mind wandered what would he doing in this area nobody from school stays here except-

He looked at the house stopped in front of and looked back at Geto, who was already looking at him. The look in both their eyes held a whole conversation.

composer: rezitio ©, artist: Geto suguru, producer: tumblr ™

I got more than 15 stories in my drafts, (not tumblr) two on Kenji sato, more than 10 on jjk men and 2 on characters from Baki

*can't finish what I started sigh*

It was originally based on the song Lemme jump in but then it released and I realised it was different than the full song I only heard the "Come here." And knoew I had to write smth on it bcuz 🤭 the voicee

The next thing I post will most likely be kenji sato twitter link

bye loves x

[shadow211e]

Bitch Swap

Melissa was walking to her locker, it was the first day of senior year, she had turned 18 over the summer and no one was going to make her feel less than who she was. She felt empowered for the first time. All the seniors were called into school's gym, today's assembly was to find out who would be swapping. The town had a little magic, it went back generations but it was centered at the school. About 20 years ago the principal at the time decided to make things more fair, and used the powers to swap the personalities of two students. He called it "Grass is Greener," but everyone else called it Bitch Swap. Over the summer names were submitted and 5 were posted to the two main groups of the school, the more nerdy kids and the kids that well are huge bitches and sluts. One name was picked from each side for each sex, so one guy and girl, and those people would be changed to conform and fit with the other side. Something that Melissa wasn't aware of, that if your name was submitted and chosen they were given the opposite sides names to vote but not given the same group. So when the nominees were announced and she heard her name she was shocked. "What the fuck?" She looked at her boyfriend, "how the fuck did I get nominated?" He looked at her "We did it, we were putting up names, and we got together and voted in our group and submitted your name, we figured you would never get chosen so you would be safe." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Babe, come on, there are 5 girls and 5 boys picked from each side, that's not a huge chance for you to be picked." "That's 20% dipshit." Melissa's friend Stephanie looked at her "whoa chill out Mel, we all put some names in, you are always overlooked by people in our friends so what makes you think they would ever decide on you." "This is so fucked up, and Stephanie if you were so sure why didn't you put your name in?" "You don't think I did?" "So you put my name in and now I could be picked and changed. This is fucking great." "It won't happen babe." "You don't want to talk to me right now." "Sorry," he said feeling like he wronged the one girl who saw something in him. The principal started to speak, in a more serious tone starts to say some words before opening an envelope, "The chosen few who will be swapping, Morgan Donald," he said talking about one of the larger bullies in school, "and Kevin Jackson," who was a nice guy, for now at least. There were some claps and boos. "For the girls, "Tiffany Baker," as the name was read, oohs went out from the crowd as everyone turned to one of the hottest blondes in school, she was rumored to be fucking at least two guys other than her boyfriend and even a couple teachers. "And Melissa Stout." Her stomach dropped, she was picked, she didn't hear the whispers, the words of students asking who it was. She was known by seniors but not closely known and even when they heard her name they weren't actually sure who it was. Her friends all turned to face her with horror on their faces. Her boyfriend looked "Melissa," she snapped, bringing her hand up and slapping him across the face. "FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, the scream echoing in the gym. She stood up and stormed out of the gym, one of the teachers was there to talk to her. She needed to be spoken to about what was going to happen. She was also going to be given newer classes because the school seemed to notice any one who was changed ended up unable to keep up in their classes. She got a new schedule and went to her locker, she opened it with a bang, some people were taking these aggressive attitudes as her already changing. She was so mad now. Getting to her first class, a remedial English class, she slumped back opening the letter, explaining that no only would she be going through this but everyone else would start to become affected by the magic, by the end of the week no one who knew her would remember who she was unless they truly cared about her. She laughed, "no one I know truly cares about me, otherwise they wouldn't have put my name into that fucking thing."

Tiffany was laughing as she was walking home from school, she heard her named called in the stupid thing and laughed as she knew she would finally be able to get out of this life. She was a slut because her mom was a slut, she went back years ago and found out her mom was picked. Her mom became one of biggest sluts in town, growing up it was all that Tiffany had known and she was walking down the path that her mom ended up walking. Now with the swap she wouldn't be looked at like the biggest slut in school, but would have a chance at college, getting out of this town and moving away so her kids wouldn't have to deal with anything like that. She felt bad for Melissa, she had known her since they were girls, Melissa was a sweetheart. But nothing was going to stop what was about to happen and it would sound like hollow words if she tried to talk to her about it. So she would enjoy the last week of her being this way.

Magic on the body worked quickly, in a few days Melissa's body had swelled and grown, her desires for sex grew as well. She tried to hold onto things with her boyfriend, that first night she practically jumped him when he came over to make her feel better. But he was one of the people who submitted her name, and that made her angry, she also was starting to see him as a nice guy, a kind boy, and that just dried her up. Her needs were becoming that of a wanton slut and her morals were shrinking as she was becoming wicked. Soon Melissa was taking naked selfies, sending them to all the bad boys she knew, even some of the teachers who up until this week were on good terms with her. Now after being cussed out by several of the staff, though more than a couple started hitting on her too, she was starting to enjoy this new life. She had wanted to be empowered this year, wanted to show herself in a new light. Well she got her wish even if it wasn't in the way she had imagined it.

TIffany by the end of the week was enjoying herself. She would wear clothes that didn't show off her body but still made her feel beautiful. Words like beautiful were used to describe her instead of words like slut, town bike, whore. She felt shy for the first time, but she was also noticing the attention from guys had changed, she wasn't being viewed as a piece of meat or as a sexual toy, but being seen for something more. Tiffany soon was soon finding out how nice nice guys can be and felt ashamed for all the guys she teased and tormented, all the ones she led on to get work done. And when she started to date this nice guy, she felt loved for the first time.

Melissa by the end of the week had embraced the change, she would walk down the hall knowing guys were staring at her, trying to eye fuck her, some guys would approach her thinking they had a chance and she would mock them, degrade them and humiliate them in front of the rest of the school. She had a list of boys in school that she could call to fuck her, ones she knew had girlfriends who would still come to her at a call. There were even a few teachers on the list as well, all married men of course, single guys were so easy she got bored of them. She loved making a man cum in her or cum on her face or tits, watching their cocks shrivel back down and then scamper off to their waiting wives or girlfriends. Her favorite tease was her ex boyfriend, funny enough he was the only one to remember who she was. Anytime he got a new girlfriend, she would find out, and call him, send pictures, or meet him at his locker act all lovey dovey to the point were whatever girl he was with would end it because they wouldn't believe he wasn't fucking the biggest slut in school. It helped that Melissa knew everything about him, including the small birthmark by his cock, which was always the breaking point for the girls, because really how would she know if she wasn't fucking him.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

please don't kill me mr ghostface (part 1)

(AO3 Mirror), (Main Masterlist), (Kinktober '23 Masterlist)

(Part 2 - coming soon!)

pairing: stalker!Miguel x f!reader, slight yandere undertones. (he's a murderer lowkey but very gentle and sweet and scary hot that's all guys I promise.)

summary: murders on campus. the odd toothbrush goes missing. what's new, honestly. life keeps ticking and you end up at a Halloween party somewhere you shouldn't. there, you meet a gorgeous man in a strange mask. he seems sweet, and all you're looking for is a bit of fun. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ , fingering, anal play (mig eats ass, send tweet!) , rimming, p in v, soft dom mig, some switchy + needy behaviour, mild threat of violence (not by mig), alcohol consumption. Minors DNI

a/n: 5k words of ignoring red flags. girl get a grip!

wc: 5.2k

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You look too good to feel this shitty. 

That's the thought you're left with, picking at flimsy spiderwebs draped on a sofa. Sandwiched between two couples making out like their life depends on it, of course, but that's beside the point. 

“Someone said there's CCTV of a guy walking out the building at 3am… seems a little convenient, if you ask me…”

There's a TV on in the background, barely cutting through the dense chatter. By this point, your eyes have glazed over, trying not to let them rattle around in your skull. Drunken conversation around you, and it's the same thing as always; long, winding tales of a campus killer - the kind out of a cheesy slasher. What the news says, officially, is that there weren't any links between those 3 bodies that turned up out on the playing field, an empty dorm, a supply closet; but it hasn't stopped people from indulging in wild speculation. 

“No, no, she just didn't turn up to my Econ class….I swear–” 

Stay in pairs. Don't walk alone at night. Whilst you think it's all tangential at best, you're not one to tempt fate. The gossip, you could do without. But it doesn't hurt to keep yourself safe, pepper spray nestled in your usual bag. 

Tonight, however, you've left it at home, thinking the friends you came with would be enough. Somewhere, somehow, they're off chugging shit beer and you're milling about the place and sinking into couch cushions. There's something sticky by the seat, and there's a crackle as you're jostled - the sharp edge of a stray elbow almost knocks your drink away. 

Fuck.

For one night only, you're a cheerleader. A short, short skirt and little top; it has you feeling overdressed. Even though you've left the pompoms at home, next to your taser; seemingly, you've read the mood wrong - stupidly assuming people would dress up for a Halloween party. As you make your way to the kitchen, tugging down your skirt here and there, that's all you can see; half-hearted costumes - cat ears, white sheets and flimsy masks. It feels like you stick out in comparison. You've gone all out, with nothing but the threat of a beer sodden lap for your trouble. 

It's a big house. Alpha-delta-phi, kappa-something-or-the-other; a frat with too much money and too much time on their hands. With all the doors you walk past, shallow thuds and thumping ringing out behind them, you're as good as lost. The best ragers this side of campus - as raved about by one of your friends. It feels like bucketfuls of horseshit right now, wandering around packed halls - and oh. Is that the same staircase? 

“ Fuck, watch it!” You clatter into the side of an arm, a t-shirt with a superman symbol emblazoned at the chest. He's pretty, but his features curl into a sudden sneer. 

" Sorry –" You start but he doesn't let you finish, wagging a thick finger in your face. 

There's a girl draped on his arm, merely watching as he shouts; loud over pumping music from the next room over. 

"Hey, dipshit , you gonna keep staring? Mouth open like a fucking fish– do you know how much this shit costs?" Your eyes are wide, as he gets closer - stinking of alcohol and pot and God knows what else. You're not drunk enough to entertain this, shirking away from confrontation. The room is hot, his breath is sticky , and–

He grabs your arm. Immediately you're trying to wrench yourself away, not daring to look into blown pupils. Clammy, his grip tightens on bare skin and your stomach churns. He's solid, bigger than you and unable to keep the anger out of his voice…. and fuck. You're scared. 

Fear, rising like bile at the back of your throat. Bitter and sharp, fear at the fact that there isn't anyone to help; that everyone else looks away and pretends that this isn't happening. Fear at the spittle that sprays from his mouth like poison, stinging skin. You screw your eyes shut, expecting a slap, a blow, or something worse and then… 

Thud. The hand around your wrist is no more, replaced by a gentle pat on your shoulder. Nothing lingering, just a light touch to get you to open your eyes; to see that guy on the floor, clutching at a swollen jaw and split lip. 

"You okay? " 

It's deep, muffled by a mask, and the figure in front of you has to crouch to be heard over incessant chatter. 

You're nodding, sheepishly, not trusting yourself to keep that edge out of your voice. 

Ghostface, the masked man, the only other person at this party properly dressed up; he only cocks his head in a gesture that says a thousand words. His robe pools around his wrists, thick fabric that you grab onto without thinking, grip just as tight as your would-be assailant. You don't even want to think about it, what could've happened if someone hadn't stepped in. It has you biting back tears, more shaken than you'd like to admit. 

"H-Hey, hey, easy…" He's rubbing little circles into your shoulder, hesitant. Your lip wobbles, ever so slightly, but he catches it, gently pulling you aside. 

There isn't a crowd. The stragglers, those that saw the display, barely look at the guy on the floor, scrambling to his feet and far away. In the meantime, you fight off tears and force yourself to flash a shaky smile. 

"Good. " You croak, taking his hands off your shoulders. "F-Fuck , I mean… I'm good. Thank you."

He doesn't quite budge, giving you that strange look again. At least, you think so, rearing up to his full height to cross his arms. Quiet incredulity, almost cartoonish, and it almost makes you laugh. Almost. 

"Let me get you a drink… some water, or something." He says, stretching out a gloved hand. Sensing your hesitance, he quickly adds, "... Please ."

Chewing your lip, you only have to think for a second before taking it, and you're led out through double doors. Your masked man is big; broad shouldered and hulking, cutting through the writhing mass with ease. It's just as well, you think, unable to sort through the tangle of things that rattle around in your head. You hate this fucking school, sometimes. Boys will be boys. Wear more appropriate clothing. Well, wasn't she just asking for it?  A culture of inaction; of hand-wringing and hand-waving… passing on the blame until three dead bodies show up on campus. 

That's one thing you have to thank the so-called serial killer for, at least. At least something might actually change around here. 

Empty, the kitchen is a mess, but nothing you wouldn't expect. Drink long gone; a distant memory spilled on a carpet, somewhere; you perch awkwardly around a counter, not knowing where to put your hands. Rattled, you've resorted to a glassy stare; stewing and festering and thinking so intensely it might frighten off your masked man. 

It doesn't. He merely taps you, a gentle elbow to your side and he offers you a glass of water. Weakly, you give him a smile, gulping up the liquid. 

"You here by yourself ?" He asks, muffled by plastic. 

You can't help it, eyes wide at the implication - a masked man, a killer on campus - and he must realise the way it sounds. 

In no time at all, he clarifies, "I just mean… fuck … is there someone I can call? So you're not alone."

It's a kind gesture. Kinder than you'd expect from a stranger. Slowly, you shake your head. 

"They ditched me about an hour ago." You give a bitter laugh. "Just me and you, Mr Ghostface."

And with that he laughs; deep and sonorous, causing heat to bloom at your chest. Despite yourself, you smile, and you swear you see a glint of something behind the mask. 

It has you itching for a drink. All of a sudden you make your way across the room, swiping at empty beer bottles and cans, rummaging around for some hard liquor. When you find it - a half empty bottle of something that smells like carpet cleaner and acetone - you're taking a swig, and offering it to the man across from you. It's sneaky, but you don't think he clocks your paltry attempt to see what he looks like under that mask. 

He shakes his head, hands up in defeat. 

"You sure?" Your voice is lilting, hazy around the edges. Creeping up closer, you press your body to his, taking another unceremonious gulp. Under that cloak - heavy, somewhat well made - you can feel him, lean and cut muscle that tenses as you get closer. 

Batting your eyelashes, you make full use of the cheerleader get-up, snaking a dainty hand to his side, and then up to the counter. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was ogling you, chest taught and tight at the way you feel against him. 

Or maybe, he's bored as shit. You wouldn't know - with the mask, and all. 

Wobbly, you clamber up onto the counter, helped up by a gentle hand at the small of your back… and oh. You like that: big, thick fingers that press into you, carefully tracing your waist… and why won't they go down a little further? Grab handfuls of the flesh at your thighs, your ass, everything in between? 

He's too conservative for that, you think. Nervous, too. Nevertheless, he slots between your thighs, big palms flat next to your ass. 

"I… I don't mind watching." He says, voice low. 

It makes you giggle as you drink, sweet and soft, and liquid dribbles past your lips, down to collarbone. Mr Ghostface is gentle, tracing a finger across the juncture of your neck, light pressure on the vein that sits nice and pretty at its side. 

It goes to your head. The alcohol, the large man of few words with a hand on your neck. When he finishes swiping at the liquid and pulls his hand away, you curl your hand around his, bringing it to your lips. Pert lips wrap around his finger, tongue swiping over leather, and you swear you can hear his breath hitch - heart clearly skipping a beat. 

"Careful…" You say, leaning forward to press your tits against him, brushing away imaginary fluff from his shoulders. "I really like this costume."

"I like it too." He clears his throat. "You look nice."

"Nice? Is that all I get, Mr Ghostface?" You're teasing, tracing up his broad chest to his neck and then just under his chin. Carefully, you hook a finger under the thin strap of his mask, tugging ever-so gently. 

Quickly, he stops you. 

"Not yet, sweetheart."

You pout, flashing him a frustrated look - and God , does he want to kiss it off of you. 

"But soon?" 

"If you're good." You swear you can hear him smile, hands wrapping around your waist. 

You get a bit bolder, hand tracing up his sleeve, clutching at thick, corded forearm. Watching intently as he keens, pushing you to the edge of the kitchen counter with only one hand at your back. This close, you even like the way he smells, like rust and oil and earth, the way he feels around you; strong arms caging you in, protecting you. You feel safe, for some reason. 

When he sighs into you, exposing a sliver of tan neck, you feel your knees go weak - unable to stop yourself from mouthing at it, pressing little kisses into the skin. He seems so sensitive, rocking into the counter for some pressure already, clutching you closer and closer until there's a hickey blooming just under sharp jawline. 

"Fuck- " He hisses, pawing at your waist a little more desperately. 

Suddenly self conscious, you separate with a wet smack, and inspect your handiwork. 

"Shit." Eyes wide, you press a finger into the flesh. Your masked man winces. "M'sorry. Got carried away."

He heaves, placing his head on your shoulder for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 

"It's fine," He strains. "Don't worry… s'fine."

Admittedly, he doesn't seem too fine, adjusting what feels like a painful hard-on beneath a loose cloak. 

Cradling his head so he can look at you, you whisper something bold, even for someone who's downed more than a couple shots worth of cheap liquor. 

"I know somewhere… I-I think … that we could go if you wanted to…" His head lolls, and you hear him swallow roughly. "Somewhere quiet . We'd be alone. Just us."

A beat passes and you think you might've read this wrong, much too forward for your own good. It’s why he surprises you by nodding - slowly, at first, and then with more conviction. Taking your hand, he snakes it under his mask, and you almost gasp when you feel soft, plump lips at your knuckles and palm, pressing shaky kisses to the skin.

“I need to do something first.” He says it so quietly, you almost miss it under the mask. “Where can I meet you?”

You don’t ask questions. 

“Pool house.” You nod towards the windows, overlooking a sizable pool. People mill about its edges, but you know the little house is off-limits for the night. “Side entrance. They… leave it unlocked, sometimes.”

He doesn’t ask questions. 

Before he goes, he snakes a hand under your skirt, giving your ass a sizable squeeze - leaving you breathless. 

You don’t feel the cold as you slip out, playing with a loose thread at the hem of your skirt. The side entrance is stiff but unlocked, and you duck past a screen, head on a swivel. Like a good girl, you sit on plush cushions, thighs pressed together to relieve a pressure that has been building since you met your masked man. And you want to touch yourself; to circle that little bud with clumsy fingers, imagining it was him.

You wait. And you wait. You settle between the cushions, adjust your skirt, look at your hair through a makeshift mirror - the glossy surface of windows overlooking the pool. Not wanting to risk turning on the lights, you wander past what little streams in from across the pool; flashing and pounding with the heady bass of music. You can't help but wonder where he's gone, if he's even coming, and what he had to do so desperately that he'd leave you wanting more. 

At this point, you don't even care if he takes off his mask. You don't want to know a name, or see the real man underneath the costume. You just want him; writhing underneath as you bounce on his fat cock. 

"Hey." 

That voice makes you jump, swiveling to face him. How did he get in without you noticing? He was so quiet, so–

"Missed you." He says it so soft, it makes you melt, walking slowly towards him. Shrouded in shadow, as you get closer you notice he's shed his cloak, donned in a white t-shirt and straight leg jeans. Big boots, thick with fresh mud, thud onto the tile. When you meet, two figures cut by bright light, you almost gasp. He's taken off the mask. Instead of Mr Ghostface, you're met with a man - and he is so, so beautiful . 

Tan skin. High cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass. His hair is haphazardly slicked back, fluffy and curly in all the right places. But it's his eyes: mischievous and glinting and serious all at the same time - absolutely gorgeous. You could look at him like this forever; chest heaving, messy, out of breath. 

Your hand comes to his chest. He’s hot to the touch, clasping his great big hand atop yours. Squeezing, he pulls you closer, other hand creeping up bare thigh, before hooking under your ass in a move that makes you squeal.

From this close, his lashes look so pretty; wispy and romantic and yearning.

"You look beautiful.”  He doesn’t kiss you, not yet, content with only watching - studying you with sharp eyes. “Always do."

All you hear are the compliments, too tipsy to notice what the stranger implies. You're not usually one for a one night stand, but he is intoxicating - intense in a way that's hard to explain. 

Carding one hand through the curls at the nape of his neck, you press your lips to his in a kiss that starts off sweet and quickly deepens. He is hungry and devouring; licking up your moans with plump lips. 

You lead him to the sofa, only separating for fleeting breaths. Eyes low, illuminated by a flash of light here and there; you force yourself to concentrate on him , shuddering breaths and all. He’s hard, rocking into your lower half splayed out beneath him and arms caged around your head. It’s sly, but you snake a hand past his t-shirt, across his back and then fumble with the belt. It makes him smile, soft laughter spilling into your parted lips; before he sits up above you.

“You want it that bad, huh?” Windswept, he croons, batting away your hands to unbuckle the clasp himself.

You groan, shifting upwards. You don’t notice the way his eyes dart down, eying up the peek of thigh that spills out of little shorts. 

“Say it f’me, sweetheart.” He hikes up your skirt, exposing your covered cunt. He’s gentle, pawing at the flesh, pressing the heel of his palm right above your clit.

“F-Fuck!” The pressure is delicious, and you roll your hips up, up, up; chasing some semblance of relief. When he stops, you whine - clutching at his forearm, frustrated. “Want it, please .”

“Want what?” He prompts, lifting his shirt over his head in one quick movement. You’re met with the wide span of his chest, muscle taut and tight above you.

“Want you in me. I want… I want you to fuck me ‘til I break, pound my fucking hole so hard I can feel it in the morning. I want– ”

You’re babbling, now, spurred on by the way he tugs off black shorts, lifting up your legs to slip them off. He’s too slow, clearly enjoying watching you squirm and writhe. 

“You can have it, sweetheart.” He coos, before capturing you into another kiss. This time, he separates and you follow him up; finally parting with a wet smack. “I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it… but you gotta do something first.”

“ Anything .” You breathe.

“Fuck yourself, for me. I…I–”

“You like to watch.” You finish it for him, breathless.

“Please.” His head dips low; big, red-brown eyes never leaving yours. 

The way he says it leaves you panting, hung off of every word. And you croon, leaning back into couch cushions, already hot at the way he kneads his thumbs to the flesh near your pussy. This close, he can see the way your cunt pulses, eating up a tiny thong between glistening lips. He’s kneeling on the floor, now, snaking his body around to get a perfect view, flashing looks between both your pretty lips. 

More than willing to oblige, you pat at your clit, sending sweet pleasure coursing through your lower half. Even though your legs tremble, he holds you down, placing gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Slipping your thong to the side, you dip two fingers past your slit, gathering up slick to press carefully into your hole.

“So… so pretty. ” He sighs, not daring to close his eyes despite the pleasure he feels. When you notice how his other hand is buried in his pants; jerking up and down to match your pace. You start slow, for now, pumping two fingers in and out, heel of your palm snug against your clit. The sounds are obscene, the wet schlick-schlick ringing out in the quiet room. 

“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever s-seen.” Your stranger moans, slathering over your thighs with sloppy kisses, occasionally swiping at your knuckles. Lower and lower, as you get faster and faster, his tongue makes you feel amazing. You’re close - entranced by your spot in the limelight and the sharp eyes that watch every ministration. 

It’s only when you’re knuckle deep, well and truly fucking yourself ; chasing something just out of reach with his help; when two things happen, catching you by surprise. The first, the one that sends electricity down your spine, that makes you jolt and shiver and almost cum right then and there…

…is a wet kiss pressed to your asshole. He slathers and slobbers and licks large stripes up and down; ripping a great moan out from you. He doesn’t stop there, spreading the globes of your ass to delve deeper, tongue-fucking you as your hand stills - unable to concentrate on anything else. Pornographic, he humps his lower half to the same pace, sealing his mouth over your hole. With the vibrations of his moans sending pleasure straight to your clit, you finally cum - a rolling, bubbling orgasm that ends just as intensely. 

The second thing that happens, just as you fall off the edge, is that you’re plunged into darkness. The lights from across the pool, once bright and flashing; are cut off. The music stops, and chatter dies down. Your stranger holds you through it, licking up cum from your neglected cunt, whispering sweet things into the skin.

“There it is, baby. Nice n’ slow.” He soothes as you whimper, hand tight in his hair. 

In the dark, you’re heaving, feeling him slow down as your cunt clenches around nothing, empty. Shaky, you sit up on your haunches as he follows you up.

“Is everything…? What happened?” You’re a little panicked, shaken up from your orgasm. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay. ” He rubs little circles into bare skin. “Too much?”

You shake your head, nuzzling into him. He gives your forehead a kiss, and you feel warmth bloom across your chest.

He shifts. “Just give it a…”

As if on cue, a generator whirs to life, flooding the little room in red light. Something similar seems to happen across the pool, as you take a quick glance to the window.

Your head is a little fuzzy. It aches as you catch his eye, looking at you intently.  

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

“No.” You say it resolutely, with so much force it even catches you off guard. “I want to.”

“Fuck.” He mutters, brows pressed together imperceptibly. 

For someone you’ve just met, he still looks at you like ice about to melt, like he’s bearing witness to the last breaths of a dying star. He looks at you like he knows you; like he knows how many half-truths and one-night stands you’ve had to endure. It makes you shiver; here, bathed in crimson light, pressed against one another.

He starts with your lips, a gentle thumb pressed flat, and then deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s like before, you realise, the taste of liquor and leather long gone. He keeps his eyes on you, careful as he pops the thumb out, groaning at the length of spit that comes with a flash of your pink tongue. You splay yourself out underneath him, drinking in the sight above; your stranger, your masked man once upon a time, shirtless and breathless and rock hard against your cunt. Now, he tugs down black boxers, its band cut across his torso just so. Thick hair; dark, curly, neatly trimmed; and you reach to trace down his happy trail, to get a hand on his pretty cock.

He just watches , eyes dark, leaning forward to rock into your soft palm and put his mouth on the skin that pillows out from a tight crop top. To give him more access, you tug it down, exposing sensitive nipple. And then that tongue; searching, inquisitive, precise; wraps itself around the flesh. You keen - a pretty moan that has his heart fluttering and eyes clasped shut.

“Inside.” At first, it’s a whisper, said in the throes of deep pleasure. You repeat it, slowing your hand at his cock. 

When he doesn’t answer; still slathering at your tits, pawing the flesh that spills out from your costume; you tug, a sharp thing that has him moaning and sitting up on  his haunches.

“Said I wanted you inside, baby.” You say - and his breaths are deep, his eyes are wild. “Do you want it? Do you want me?”

“A-Always….course I— ” He stops himself, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Finally, he nods and you continue, satisfied.

“Watch.” You titter, reaching down to line him up; carefully gathering slick up at the head of his cock. His tip weeps; shuddering like your stranger does above, getting close and hitching up you up to stay flush against you. His eyes stay trained downward. Inside, he mouths at your neck, groaning once his cock sinks into your fluttering hole.

There’s a tightening grip at your hips, big hands bunching up the skirt to keep you close, with a careful pressure at your clit. That sends heat coursing through your veins, tasting deep crimson in the air. He fucks; up close and humping like he wants to crawl into your skin, with a fervour you’ve never encountered before. It has you hot and sticky, desperate for that biting edge that keeps slipping from dainty fingers. You start to put a hand at your clit, tracing between your bodies when a strong hand pulls it away. Firm.

“No, no, no…” He whispers it, putting your wandering hand to his face, kissing the palm.

“Please. ” You whine. “M’close. So close.”

You feel him twitch inside, hips stuttering at your tone.

“No.” He says it again, resolute. “I’m going to make you cum. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart… just… just be patient. Please. For me .”

You’re reaching up for a kiss, of which he obliges. This time, it stays sweet; pink tongues swiped over lips.

“Look at me.” His hips shift, changing angles to hit that sweet spot like you’ve been moulded to his dick - like he knows just where to touch you to make you fall apart. “Look at me, hermosa. Ohh f-fuck, you take me so well… so pretty. You gonna milk my cock? Feels so good around me, sweetheart, like you were made for me. Like we’re ... L-Like–”

You groan, unable to tear yourself away from his writhing form: strong, lean muscles, tensing in the red light. And oh, isn’t he pretty, mere moments away from release, from spilling thick cum inside you.

“M’gonna–”

“I know, I know, hermosa. ” You like the way he says it, rolling off his tongue like honey; treacled and sweet. “Cum f’me, sweetheart. Want to feel you clamp around my cock. Cum for me. ”

And just like that, you’re gone; nails digging into his back as you careen off a steep cliff’s edge. Your stranger quickly follows, pulling out to wrap a tight hand around the base of his cock, spilling onto your stomach as you clench around nothing.

You’re whining, getting ready to complain; why hasn’t he come inside? why doesn’t he want to stay?; when he stills, settling by your side. Propped up by one arm, he crouches down to stroke at your cheek, to touch your jaw, moving your head this way and that - as if he’s looking for something hidden behind bright eyes.

In the red of the emergency lights, you suppose you’re looking for something too. A beat passes, and then another. The generator splutters, whirring and coughing. The lights turn off; replaced by the noise and white lights from across the pool.

So lost in one another, you hadn’t quite noticed; everything else falling away. 

He clears his throat, clambering off of the sofa and tugging up his trousers. Quickly, he returns, a bundle of towels draped across his bare shoulders, and then he wipes off the cum - gently, separating sweaty limbs. Your costume is more or less intact, but you’re unable to do more than just lay there. He’s diligent and patient, not in any sort of rush. When you sit up, he pulls on a shirt, kneeling by your legs to play with a loose thread at your skirt. Too intimate, you suppose. With his head on your lap, you don’t think you care. 

“We should leave.” You say it first, what’s been left in the air for someone else to pick apart. 

“We should.” 

“Can’t leave together.” You say simply, curling a hand in his hair. 

Humming, he looks up lazily, with a hint of a smile. “You go first.”

Neither of you make a move to get up.

“Mr Ghostface,” You start, giggling. “What happened to your mask?”

“Lost it.” He’s cryptic. Finally, he stands. 

Your stranger stretches out a rough palm, and you take it, getting up on shaky legs. You almost collapse onto his chest, but he’s there; solid, stoic. Looking up, and it catches you off guard: the intensity of his stare, how he watches in a way that makes you feel stripped bare. 

“You first.” He repeats, still holding on.

He’s pretty. Of course he is, but the shadow and light makes his features even more pronounced. In the quiet, you take the opportunity to catch him off guard; standing on tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jaw tight, he doesn’t react the way you want him to: ever-still, passive. Fuck. You’ve read it wrong: not used to the intensity of this kind of foray. After all: a one night stand seems too reductive, doesn’t quite span the depths and furrows of how your stranger has taken you apart. Finally, you leave the strange man still standing in the pool house. You don’t dare to look, but you can feel him; the weight of his stare at your back.

You can feel his hands, too; the ghost of his touch lingering as you make your way back to the house, mingling with the crowd.

~~~

You don’t tell your friends. You make your back home after the party, bundled into a taxi with a hand tight around your own wrist. It doesn’t feel like his hand on yours - not even close.

“I didn’t actually fuck him yesterday!” Your friend tugs on your sleeve, giggling into your shoulder as she recounts her night. A debrief with the girls turns into hungover breakfast-bleeding-into-lunch at your dorm. They’re bundled onto the sheets, some eating greasy takeout and others nursing bludgeoning headaches. 

You’re fine, mostly. A little bit of liquid courage, but your hangover pales in comparison to some - catatonic on your rug and scrolling through their phone in a limbo-like state.

“You didn’t fuck him, but you wanted to.” Someone pipes up, and the conversation devolves into raucous laughter.

You laugh, tucked into yourself. The wonders of a half-dozen sophomores during Halloween - able to grin despite the shit storm that’s been mounting. Campus killers notwithstanding - they make you smile, at least.

“Were you there towards the end?” Someone asks, poking an elbow at your side. “When there was that blackout?”

You nod, simply - not trusting yourself to say more.

“I-I mean…” Her voice is suddenly shaky, thrusting a phone into your unsuspecting hands. “Well… they’re saying it must have happened then, or around that time.”

You squint, confused.

“And it could’ve been anyone, I suppose. There were like, what, a hundred people there? More? ”

“What?” 

“A body. They found a body - by the pool house, or something…”

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[blackdollette]

"AMERICAN WEDDING!" ᝰ rafe cameron

♬.ᐟ now playing: american wedding. - frank ocean

synopsis: after getting wrapped up in a drug quandary, rafe has two options: accepting defeat and inevitable exilement, or screwing up the life of the first pretty woman he sees amidst the chaos. having the choice, rafe picked the painfully obvious superior...

⊹₊⋆ pairing: drug dealer!rafe x stripper!female!reader

⊹₊⋆ word count: 5.3k

⊹₊⋆ contents: drug usage, mention of drugs, kidnapping, sexual implications, violence, slight sadism, gun usage, marriage, slight stockholm syndrome, loosely inspired by buffalo 66

“fuckin’ probation, man. can you believe that shit?” rafe takes a sharp drag of the sparked blunt tucked between his fingers. topper and kelce couldn’t hear the low mutter of his voice, but the blonde’s suppressed belligerence spoke volumes that they didn’t wish to provoke.

the music in the club was booming, so much so that rafe could barely hear his own thoughts. that seemed to be working in his favour currently, because those were the last things that he wanted to pay attention to. he had come for an escape but as the itchy craving for the sweet euphoric release became ever-present in the man’s mind, he realized had dug his own grave deeper than he thought.

the boy thought he could escape karma, dealing drugs in every nook and cranny in figure eight. it was a messy industry, in which he found himself staring down the muzzle of a steel black gun every other week. the deeds he committed were fueled by unethicality and dripped with immorality. he would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed it. he lived for the thrill of having rich, coke-addicted bastards right at his mercy just because he was the only dealer that could give them their fix for miles. and nothing got his adrenaline pumping more than sticking a bullet in the skull of any one of them that tried him. he wanted them to test him wrongly, to give him a reason to show them all just who they were fucking with.

he was on top of the world, running an underground empire that would only flourish more with time. but as long as he was under daddy cameron’s thumb, it would soon be nothing but a bittersweet memory. ward had found out about his son’s little “shitshow” just 4 days ago, having stumbled across the debaucherous amount of hard drugs and cash stored right under his roof. the last thing the cameron’s needed in their family was another addition to the ever-growing rapsheet they had accumulated. this was the final straw. 

rafe’s fist slams down on the bar’s marble counter. his head was beginning to pound, the foreshadowing migraine accumulating between his brows making him all the more triggering. his fuse was sparked. he needed something, anything to get his mind off or fix the current mess he’s gotten himself into.

“...goddamnit. i need to get the hell outta here… gotta come up with a plan or something to get myself unfucked.” 

his statement went heard by his “friends”, to which the brunette to his left asked him what the point of plotting any further was. at this point, the best thing would just be to lay low until the whole probation thing blew over. rafe wasn’t having that. not a damned bit. and he was well near to cussing out everyone in the establishment just for the hell of it.

“the point is, dipshit, that i need any kind of reprieve i can get. c’mon, man. think about it.” his tone carried the amplitude of his growing distress, his shaking hand carrying the joint to his lips before he took a hasty hit. “if i don’t get myself out of this shit pronto, my dad’s gonna bust my ass and cut me loose, a’ight? he says i need to grow up, show him that i’m not gonna fuck around anymore. and, shit… if i don’t he’s gonna go to the police or somethin’, kick me out of the house. then i’m off to the fuckin’ cut with all the pogues n’ shit.”

rafe’s voice dropped an octave at the mention of that. despite how low the blonde had stooped in many aspects of his life, there was a line he would never cross. they might as well have been the scum of the earth. it was ironic and he knew it, considering his history and all. he couldn’t bring himself to care, not even a little bit.

“you goons are useless. fucking hopeless. i need another smoke.” he mutters lowly under his breath. he slips out of his barstool, running a hand over his buzzed head as he exhaled a deep breath. the stress was beginning to get to him, and he knew it. he could feel the remaining shreds of his sanity slowly slipping out of his feeble grasp like sand. 

a storm was brewing within him, and he so badly wanted it to break free. he wanted to unleash its wrath in a way that would force everything to be okay again. but then again, that was exactly what got him into this disaster in the first place, letting his damn temper cloud his conscience. but he wasn’t ready to let go of that anger just yet. no, not by a long shot.

his heavy footsteps thump against the club’s floor as he storms out of the establishment, pushing the door open with an ample forearm. his feet hit the pavement with quick steps, only slowing down once he reached an alley. dark. concealed. with a shit-ton of trash around to make him feel less shitty about himself. perfect.

rafe leans back against the cold bricked wall, concealed by the night’s darkness as he dug into his pocket, retrieving his half-empty box of pre-rolls and lighter. he tucks the weed’s end between his lips, flicking on the lighter with practiced efficiency and wasting no time taking a long drag. he plucked it from his lips and exhaled a thick ribbon of smoke, muttering lowly to himself. “...fuck.”

he recollected his father’s words. he made no mistake in realizing their severity. as if the older cameron had ever cracked a joke in his life. rafe had no more than three days to prove himself. to demonstrate an act that displayed him as more than the volatile bastard he had painted himself to be. to put on a facade and show that he wasn’t exactly that.

his thoughts grew stormy once again almost instantly. he huffed out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slowly as he took another hit of his blunt. “...’grow up’. what a fucking joke.” he speaks the words out loud into the crisp coldness, the air having just enough bite to it to rationalize his thoughts, even if only slightly.

if running a drug empire all on his own for months on end without a thread of suspicious from anyone wasn’t him “growing up”, then he didn’t know what the hell would be. he had done things that men twice his age would dream of and get sick to their stomachs. he was as grown as they came. that was the problem.

his blunt went out with a sheer sizzle, the slightest breath putting it out. that damn near did it for him. cursing with an impulsive punch to the wall’s exterior, he tossed the lifeless roll to the ground and stomped on it with his blackened boot. it was moments like this that made him feel like the entire world was against him, from his own family right down to the wind. he felt the thin fibres of self-control within him snapping away quickly. he didn’t know how much more he could take.

his lighter had given out, too. the last bit of fuel had been wasted on that joke of a pre-roll. and he still needed another smoke. grumbling sourly, rafe shoves his fists into his pocket, stomping intently out of the alley and onto the sidewalk.

the streets were cast with a deep blue as the moon shone from above. its beauty was not lost on the man, but it was hard to enjoy the little things in life when he hated every last thing about his. his steps grew quick and rash, the only ones treading down the blackened street. there was no reason at all to raise his head and look where he was going. 

it all happened in the blink of an eye. the man had crashed into you, eyes downcast and disposition sketchy enough for you to get that natural instinct to run in the other direction. you were walking up the street, clutching your skimpy disgrace of a jacket to your chest as you made a beeline for the club. it was shameful, the way you had to arrive at the place at 11pm sharp to strip on a pole for men with trust funds and ironed polos just to earn barely a buck per hour. but it was all you could get, and damn it all if the thought of a quick, cheap fuck didn’t seem appetizing right now. your head had been down, gaze glued to the ground to avoid showing your face. your steps were quick and soft, his were loud and bustling. no wonder he didn’t notice you.

his burly body tips you off your balance instantly. you hit the ground with a quiet “oof” your knees and palms grazing the rough sidewalk. rafe stumbles and nearly hits the ground right on top of you as he trips over your outstretched calf.

“fucking watch it!” his booms, hastily regaining his balance as he dusted himself off, as if he could smell the “slut-stains” right off of you. that quick glimpse he caught of you was all he needed to determine how you deserved to be treated: like all the others whores that roamed the streets freely when they really deserved to be… elsewhere. his already hardened expression darkens further as he glares at you beneath him, his demeaning gaze glued right to your ass, exposed by the thin fabric of your satin slip shifting away.

his words hit you like a tug to the hair, not necessarily painful but damn annoying in terms of basic courtesy. like all other men you encountered on a day-to-day basis, he just had a way of making you feel even more shitty when you thought you were already at your lowest.

you hiss softly, grimacing as you pick yourself up off of the ground. your knees were raw and scarped, but were nothing in comparison to the crime scene that laid right in your palms. the were scraped down to a red mess, little bits of pebbles and debris clinging to your exposed nerves. as if shit couldn’t get any worse for you.

you mutter a curse under your breath, your displeased gaze snapping up to meet the face of the man in front of you. “excuse me? watch your mouth and apologize. you bumped into me.” you tried your hardest to make your tone sound as authoritative as you felt, but the spreading pain in your hands and knees made your finicky confidence all the more fleeting.

rafe opened his mouth, a barrage of words more than ready to spill. but as much as he wanted to cuss you out, his sentence fell short as he did a double take, now truly looking at you. and, god, did he wish he had taken a moment to see you before opening his mouth the first time.

your expression was contorted into a pained snarl. your makeup looked like it was the remaining residue from the night before. your attire consisted of skimpy clothes and shoes that looked like they were lent to you from an ex-boyfriend. your erect nipples poked through the silken fabric of your satin slip. your stockings had little rips here and there, the largest ones now being in place of your bloodied knees. you looked like you hadn’t had a meal for a few days at minimum, surviving solely on whatever shitty scraps the pennies you made from stripping could get you.

you were a damn mess. you were perfect. the very thing, or rather woman, who could... 

rafe had to think quickly. the idea flowed into his head like a waterfall, the very thing that could get his ass out of this. how the hell hadn’t he thought of this sooner? it was a flawless plan, almost too perfect. and in the mind-clogging haze that he was in, he knew he had to act quickly.

his daze doesn’t get broken for a long moment, his gaze glued to you as if getting a read on your soul until you turned around. your pace returned as normal, if not a little quicker the second you realized the man was following you. your stealth steps turned to frantic strides as his presence behind you grew more evident instead of disappearing. 

you knew you were fucked by the time your walking turned to running, with him effortlessly gaining on you with his long strides.

“...w-wait..! hold on one second!” rafe called out, reaching out to grab you by your hood but just missing by a hair. you were hardly two feet out of his grasp. he could’ve caught you easily in any other situation, but that first encounter was still messing with him. “...shit. i… i’ve got some gauze and, uh, alcohol in my car! i can clean you up before you get infected or whatever!” 

your feet carried you wildly right into the alley that he came from, but then you stopped. your pathetic excuse of running gradually slows down as you hear his latter sentence. it barely took him a second to catch up to you, bumping into you slightly from behind. 

you felt your heart beating in your throat, the rapidness of it making your blood run cold as you slowly, hesitantly turned around to face the man. once you were face-to-face, you slowly began to regain your breathing. your eyes fell on his face, his slight panting causing his chest to rise and fall.

he looked rough, to say the least. but you knew that you were in no place to judge. he pulled off the homeless look quite naturally, though there was something about him that screamed “old money”. a pit formed in your stomach the second your eyes locked on him, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

before your system had time to react, he had taken your hand and was now inspecting it closely with what seemed to be the eye of an expert.

“...looks, uh… looks pretty bad… shit could get infected pretty fast if you don’t do somethin’. so, uh, how ‘bout i make this whole thing up to ya’, huh? got a first aid kit in my car ‘nd everything.”

his voice. it was grossly different than the one that had boomed at you barely a minute prior. the way he spoke, the way he so gingerly held your hand like you were a wounded fawn. like you were art…

your eyes remained wide, stunned by both the escalation of the situation and how quickly the man had flipped the switch. you opened your mouth to reject him, but a shooting sting snapped through your exposed veins as the slightest breeze grazed your eroded flesh. after a long moment of hesitation, you nodded slowly, gaze not leaving his moonlit face for even a second.

with that, he began to lead you out of the alley, back onto the street as he kept you close to him. a muscled arm came you wrap around your shoulders, the gestured unexpected and unwelcome in this circumstance. you glance up at his face as that sickening feeling in your gut only continued to blossom. you couldn’t tell exactly what graced his face at the moment he had begun walking you out of the alley, but it appeared to be the ghosting hint of a… smile..? 

not the kind of smile a friend would show a friend, or that a stranger would show another stranger during a regular act of compassion. no. this smile wasn’t compassionate or clean at all. a leer was what it was. incarnated malice right in the flesh.

no. your instincts were screaming at you. telling you that something was off. pleading with you to walk away and not look back. you could barely speak but when you did, your voice came out a meek murmur. “...a-actually, sir… i-i’ve got somewhere to be. i can just get patched up when i get there. thank you for the offer, truly.”

as quickly as the words left your mouth, you were off and walking in the other direction. you tried to keep your steps as controlled and normal-seeming as possible, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling that the state of your life had shifted. like nothing was ever going to be the same again.

your quick striding feet didn’t slow for a single second. but then they had to, halting at the exact moment an unmistakable sound clicked at the back of your head. the echoing click of a cocked gun.

you felt the colour drain from your face as the muzzle pressed against the back of your head, the same voice that had spoken to you so timidly sounding once again, nothing like what it had once seemed.

“it’s your move, bitch...” rafe had experienced madness before, it was practically a constant in his life considering his profession. but, damn, did this feel right. he felt you freeze up right in front of him, at the mercy of his bullet as your body began to tremble.

grow up. grow up, his father had said to him. rafe had had bitches lining up at his door for miles, begging for a taste of him and basking in the drops that he’d scatter among them. but if that wasn’t mature enough, he’d take it up a step. 

he was going to get married. he was going to get a goddamn wife and have a wedding as big and flashy as he wanted to show them all that he was as grown up at they came. it was a perfect plan, formulated in the most deranged part of his mind with every last detail planned. except for the fact that he was missing the most important thing of them all: his bride. but that problem had solved itself just as quickly as it had sprouted. rafe couldn’t help the twisted little grin that lit up his face as your bloodied legs quaked.

“...yeah… didn’t fuckin’ expect that, did you?” 

you couldn’t move. you were frozen on your feet, praying to whoever was up in the clouds to make sure that this wasn’t how you died. if it was, you were surely burning in hell the second your heart stopped beating.

“...p-please… please, i-i’ll do anything, okay?…” you stammer out, making that sick little thing inside of him that seemed to feed on despair spark with what could only be delight.

“damn right you will, bitch. and you can start by walking exactly where i tell you to. walk too fast, walk too slow, and go as fucking far as even thinking about screaming, i’ll blow your brains out and make sure no one even notices that you ain’t around anymore, do you understand?”

his face was buried in the crook of your neck as the hot breath of his slow words sent goosebumps pricking all over you. you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed by any means, but you knew better than to test out if his words were just a threat. you did no more than nod slowly, his finger just itching to pull the trigger if you did anything wrong. but when you complied so simply, he hummed deeply, taking a minor step back from you.

“...good girl.“

his instructions were flat and sardonic. you would walk to his truck parked in the specified area acting as if it were your own. then you were to get into the passenger’s seat and buckle yourself into it, sitting patiently until he arrived and hopped into the driver’s seat right next to you.

you followed his rules to the last letter. feeling like a shell of a human as he stuck his keys into the ignition and started the car. as he pulled out of the parking lot and sped off into the night, you wanted nothing more than to break into sobs right on the spot. but you didn’t. you sat there silently, forgetting to breathe as you stared blankly at the caked up blood on your hands and knees.

rafe had pulled up his hood, concealing his ice-cold stare and leaving only his angular nose and structured lips visible. you couldn’t lift your head to face him, but you could feel everything. you were seeing him in his true light now. and to keep things brief, it was terrifying.

rafe hands remained on the steering wheel, his disposition stone cold as the streets he drove on became less and less familiar to you. by no means did rafe believe in “higher powers”, especially not while his life was a shitshow playing on live. but as he looked at you, taking in your suppressed squirms and bound up limbs in the passenger seat, he knew that you were nothing short of a miracle.

“...i-i… i have a boyfriend.” you internally curse yourself for opening your mouth to speak. you continue anyway. “...he’ll pay you as much money as you want. j-just don’t hurt me. i’ll give you the address and you can drop me off there and yo–”

“god-fucking-damn. you just don’t shut up, do ya?” the snap of his demeanor makes you jump in your seat, instantly shutting up. hm. submissive. rafe thought to himself. already displaying a desired quality in a wife. 

an uncomfortable silence fell over you two, the only sound being the low whir of the vehicle on the road. though he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. no, he was… relieved.

“that fuckin’ ‘boyfriend’ of yours,” he put drawled emphasis on the word. he had only just met you and he could already tell when you were lying. “isn’t gonna be too pleased when he hears what’s gonna happen to you in two days. but the fucker is more than welcome to come to the wedding if he wants to see how a real man treats his woman.”

your eyes widen at least twice your size. the second your open your mouth to stupidly ask what he means, the truck comes to an abrupt stop, halting on the side of a house larger than you’d ever seen.

rafe parks the car before grabbing the headrest of the passenger seat. he gaze landed down on you, taking in your apprehensive expression, your blood-crusted body, the shaky breaths that rattled your lungs ever so slightly, the slow rise and fall of your peeking tits…

“listen to me and listen good, y’hear me.” he speaks lowly, leaving not a second of room for response or confusion. “as of right now, you are my bitch. you’re goddamn my fiancee, and you’re completely fuckin’ in love with me. you do everything i say, you call me ‘baby’ ‘nd all that shit, and you act right and do everything i tell you. our wedding is in two days. i’m takin’ you out first thing in the morning to buy a dress. a white one, a clean one, one that i bet your whore-ass isn’t used to.” he pauses for a moment, wishing that he’d swallowed those last words. if he wanted this to go well, it probably wasn’t the best idea to screw this up with petty insults so quickly. shit. “you got a name or somethin’?” he asks flatly in a vain attempt to “break the ice”. you left his question unanswered, deeming it safer to stay silent for as long as you could.

he clears his throat, letting his stare slowly fall down to take in your… qualities. you were a pretty woman, no doubt about it. underneath all the blood and junk, you were nearly everything he looked for in a wife. and all he needed to get his slate cleaned.

“you can, uh, pick out any dress you want. i don’t give a damn how expensive or long or… poofy, or whatever. just… shit, don’t fuck this up for me, okay? i’m in deep shit right now and you could really help me out if you just cooperate. and i won’t hurt ya’ either.” he grabs the gun that he kept under his leg, shaking it loosely in the air before tossing it in the backseat. he was trying to prove that he wouldn’t hurt you. as fucked up as this entire night was, every word he said sunk in. as far as you were concerned, you were going to be a married woman.

slowly, hesitantly, rafe extends a bruised, calloused hand to you. a pathetic request for a handshake. a request for peace. your mind curses your body as i reluctantly extend your swollen hand to his, letting him take yours and trying to ignore the burning sensation that arose as he squeezed your raw skin. you assumed that you were imagining the slight flicker of pleasure that arose from him at that moment. but in the darkly lit atmosphere of the truck, it was hard to tell.

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you didn't think it was possible to plan a wedding as extravagant as this one within 48 hours, but here you were, standing right in front of the glittering chandeliers and flambouyant paraphernalia. two days had passed and came faster than you could process, and you could hardly recognize the man who stood in front of you, dressed to the nines in that pressed black tux. 

the church’s organ played grandly in the distance, the pews filled to the brim with kooks seated on the right and pogues expelled to the left. 

“do you take rafe cameron as your devoted husband from this day forward?”

the priest’s deep voice boomed through the glass walls of the dark church. you swallowed hard, the gazes of all those in the audience cloaking you in a cold blanket as the question rang out in your ears.

you didn’t miss the shit-eating grin that was plastered on rafe, your soon-to-be husband’s face as everything began to set in stone. just last night, after he had forcibly gotten you into bed with him in what was meant to be a romantic night between future husband and wife, he had told you everything as his calloused fingers stroked slow circles onto your bare hip. the tragic backstory, how he had fucked up life up royally, and why he had to do this. he said it all with such chilling monotony, like it was the most typical thing in the world, that you were trapped between hating the man’s guts and liking him just a twinge because of how… real he was.

rafe locked your bandaged hands with his, staring down at you with a gaze intense enough to freeze blood. there was little he could do to make himself presentable. but he just had to do something for his wedding. he let you pick out what champagne he sprayed on along with the black dress shoes he had on. he had even offered to let you select which boxer briefs he had on, though you weren’t too keen on the prospect of that just yet. in a matter of seconds, life had just become serious for you. his calloused fingers massaged slow circles onto your lightly trembling hands, the anticipation of your answer coming in palpable waves from all around. 

“i do.”

your voice broke through the thick tension, relieved sighs coming from a few. it wasn’t too late for you to run. you just make a dash for it and leave this man on the alter all alone, free to find a woman just as insane as him to fit his narrative instead. but as rafe nodded ever so slightly, tucking a stray lock of your hair into your neatly packed bun, you felt that lump that had been in your stomach since he abducted you dissolve, slowly but surely. 

the coolness in the room dissipated, your body being replaced with an overwhelming sense of heat, despite your arms and chest bones being exposed in your wedding dress. it was constructed of white velvet, with a train that slithered behind you with every step you took. it was studded with diamonds that made you shimmer under the beaming light that shone in from the window. 

it was a highly modest dress from the side but from where rafe was, it gave him just a sneak peek into paradise, your breasts being pressed up by the cinched corset at the waist. in the span of two days, he had already become obsessed with you. he wanted to know everything about you, contrasting how he had never cared enough to get to know anyone before. he wanted to look at your pretty face all the time, he wanted to touch your pretty body in ways that would confirm him as yours. and he would the second this ceremony came to a close.

your intestines felt as if they were knotted into tight strings as rafe eyed you, the priest’s ongoing proclamations turning to nothing but white noise. until he uttered the words that you had been dreading.

“...you may now kiss the bride.”

your blood ran cold. in a blink of an eye, rafe scooped you into his arms, his hands grabbing onto your ass as he wore your legs as a belt around his waist and kissed you hungrily on the lips. your shock was bone-chilling, but it seemed to disperse into nothing as you let your eyes flutter shut, accepting his greedy tongue into your mouth.

what the hell were you doing? accepting this absurdity in stride. he had kidnapped you for fuck’s sake. hurt you in ways you didn’t think were possible. the handsome devil did it all without a shred of remorse in those oceanic eyes. you didn’t know how a man could be so blatantly malevolent, but you couldn’t deny the euphoria you felt after he dubbed you “his woman” for the first time. 

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your dark eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks as he deepened the kiss significantly. he was so desperate to taste you, like a starved dog that had been deprived for years. he forced your mouth open with his tongue, your teeth clicking together as your tongues fought a silent battle. no one else existed right then. just you, and the man you were now bound to for eternity.

he kissed you like you were the woman he had been searching for all his life. like you were the real-life manifestation of his life-long desires. it was so incredibly lewd. the way his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the way his hands dug into the plush flesh of your ass, nearly tearing your dress. he detached his lips from yours, your swollen mouth panting for air as he trailed a sloppy string of kisses down your neck, leaving a red stream of your smudged lipstick in its path.

the embrace was interrupted by the priest gently clearing his throat, your public display being far form appropriate. rafe held on to you for a second too long, as if daring you to walk away after he’s put you down. he’s got you hooked, and he damn well knows it. you had let him have you for an intense 30 seconds, but you wanted more. damn it all to hell, you found the last bits of your animosity numbing into nothing. you wanted to give yourself to him completely, to give him what he had been waiting for. and now, you finally could.

“i pronounce you, husband and wife.”

rafe basked in the sound of the applause that rang through the church. he was despicable and he damn well knew it, but it couldn't possibly have been a bad thing if he had executed such a plan so flawlessly. he glanced down at your face, the sight causing a sizzle of something to simmer below the belt. "...my woman." rafe drawled low enough to only be heard by you, his hand locked with yours as your expression began to shift. gone was the apprehension you had been feeling all along.

rafe thought he was bad, but he didn’t have the slightest idea what he was getting into with you.

[a2remedy]

DPXDC Prompt# 5- War between Warlocks

-A dichotomy I love has always been hard worker vs natural talent, so let's take this running.

Constantine spent the day lying on his couch. A new pack of beer and smokes are beside him while he's watching one of Z's performances while she's off world. A usual partly cloudy in Liverpool.

It was nice....

-Or it would've been nice if he couldn't recall who he saw. Correction, who he thought he saw. Because there was no bloody way that magic-wielding bastard survived. ...

Shut up.

It wasn't real. It couldn't have been real.

But karma was a bitch and it was making itself known.

For once in his life, John's phone was still.

Nobody.

Nobody has reached out to him to exorcise anything for a week and he was slowly losing his shit. Looks like he has to go out and find out for himself. ---

Danny couldn't help but laugh.

That marks his 10th exorcism this week, and he could already see the con man pulling his hair out when he just chose to take a little weight off an old 'friend's' shoulders while he's on his vacation from ghost king business.

He must be pissed.

It couldn't be helped. Danny's natural disposition made magic a breeze. He's one of the most occult things there is, after all. If he can't dodge it all, he might as well embrace it. Who could've guessed it would come with the scruffiest blonde with a fun accent getting on his case? John Constantine. A delight to watch work and in bed. That's all in the past now, anyways. Sometimes, he just needed to take a minute to remind himself that he's human, too. What better way to do than to fuck with the one person he's felt most like that with?

He felt horrible thinking his last moment with John was going to be looking at the desperation and fear written all over his face. No need for that now. The spark of a locator spell flickered off his barrier on the rooftop. He cackled as he heard John's "I BLOODY KNEW IT!" through the streets. The phone in his pocket buzzed again. John really was such a busy man. He ensured the non-teleportation tattoo he made last time hadn't faded before hopping to the next roof and answering. "This is Hex speaking. I've stolen John's phone, but I can assure you I can get the job done ten times easier than he can." Making his way out of a portal on the roof he left, "I can hear you, cheeky bastard!" "That's the point, dipshit!" Danny stuck out his tongue and kept moving. Tsk. Barely 5 minutes to catch up. Looks like he's getting rusty. Oh well, nothing a little refresher and practice can't fix.

Thus began the reunion between a king and a con man.

[hp-hcs]

i see your theo and mattheo are bottoms post so i ask of you BOTTOM 👏🏻 YANDERE 👏🏻 FICS 👏🏻 i'd go feral if you dropped any plsplspls 😭‼️

• smut • hook up boyfriend — yandere! switch! theodore nott x male! switch! toxic! reader

look at this little bottom bitch he’s mine back off

so, my boyfriend proofreads most of my works on here, and i gave him my rough draft for this ask. he then said, and i quote, "jesus christ, [hp-hcs]. you write smut like a nun." and then he took my phone from me. so basically, this is a long winded way of saying that my boyfriend helped me write all the smexy stuff. tell me if I should let him keep helping me or if he's a god awful smut writer who should not be allowed within a hundred feet of my tumblr, mkay?

INCREDIBLY TOXIC READER JFC WHYD I MAKE YOU SUCH A MANIPULATIVE BASTARD IDK

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, amab reader, switch reader, implied unprotected sex w/ multiple sexual partners (you’re not magic irl. wrap it before you tap it.), lot of power dynamic changes—traditional top dom/bottom sub but also some top sub/bottom dom stuff as well, toxic shit in general, lot of manipulation, pretty mild yandere from theo, degradation, praise

i’m of the opinion that theo would be a bottom/dom just so that he could save face for posterity

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“What do you mean I can’t hook up with him?”

“Because you’re already hooking up with me!”

“So? We’re not exclusive, Theodore.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Friends with benefits. That’s it. I’m not beholden to give you my loyalty and undivided attention, dipshit.”

Theo growls and runs a hand through his hair while he paces around his dorm. You lay back on his bed, watching him with a bored expression.

“But he’s my best friend, Y/n!”

“Mhm. He’s also a damn good fuck.”

“I don’t need to know that!”

“Why not? You seem to enjoy fucking your friends, no?” You shrug, stretching out across his bed without a single care. “Maybe you ought to add Matty to your hook up rotation.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah? I’ve got nicknames for all my partners, Teddy-Bear.”

“All?!” Theo splutters. “Well- well, tell me this. Does he even satisfy you? Do you ever think of me when he’s fucking you?”

“He’s the bottom, actually.”

“Wh- huh?”

“He’s the bottom,” you repeat. “Why are you shocked? You’re well aware I’m a switch, Theo. And everyone knows that Mattheo is a Bottom-with-a-capital-B.”

A flame of white-hot jealousy heats up Theo’s skin. He grits his teeth in barely-restrained anger; it’s as if just saying the wrong thing right now would cause him to snap and go hunt down Riddle to put his head on a pike.

“I could be your Bottom-with-a-capital-B. You don’t need Riddle. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got that?”

You snort. “No offense, Teddy, but I couldn’t see you bottoming in a million years. You’re my top hook up. I’ve got bottom hook ups so that you don’t have to do that.”

He stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, maybe it’s high time you teach me how to bottom then. I don’t want you seeing other people. Especially if it’s just because they give you something I’m too chicken to.”

You blink. “Huh. That’s some weirdly endearing possessive dedication, love.”

“I aim to please,” he says dryly, those unnervingly dead eyes of his seeming like they could see inside your soul when he stares at you.

You consider the offer before a wicked grin slowly spreads across your face. “I bet you do, darling.”

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"Sh-shit! Fuck! Y-Y/n, I-"

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? Already?” He whimpers and nods frantically, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and leaving stinging nail-bitten marks across your back.

Your teasing relents a bit at the sight of his blissed-out expression. Theo’s mouth hangs open in ecstasy, his eyes shut tightly and his back arching up from the mattress.

You groan at the sight of him splayed out under you. You grip his cock, reveling in his whimpers, and quickly start jacking him off in time to your thrusts. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Be a good boy for me.”

His entire body stiffens as he cums with a moan that would make even a Muggle porn star blush.

You groan and start to slow down, but before you can fully pull out, he locks his knees around your hips to keep you in place.

"D-don't you fucking dare. More.”

“More?” You tease gently, hesitant to continue despite his request. “What a fucking slut you are, Teddy-Bear. Insatiable.”

He growls at your hesitance, far too impatient for that kind of bullshit.

He grips your shoulders, his knees tightening around your hips again as he uses all of that hot boy quidditch strength to roll you both over.

You let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he flips you onto your back. He whimpers loudly and moans at the shift in position, having to tuck his face into your neck for a moment while he collects himself.

Your hand moves up to comb your fingers through his hair, but he knocks it away before you can.

He sits up, supporting his weight with his hands flat on your chest, and takes a shaky breath at the shift of positions. “Want you t’ cum too.”

Your hands find his hips and grip them firmly, your breath becoming uneven as he starts to grind back and forth.

You help him raise himself up then lower his body again, listening to his sweet moans. As he finds a steady rhythm, you watch as his thighs begin to tremble.

“Merlin- I’ll never complain about you getting tired while riding me ever again. This is a fucking workout.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re not on the quidditch team for nothing.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His face darkens.

Maybe he just doesn’t like me bringing up his teammates while we’re literally fucking, you consider. Maybe he-

“How good of a fuck is Riddle anyways, huh? Could he ever ride you like this?”

Ah.

Fuck.

Mattheo’s on the quidditch team as well.

Theo starts moving with passion, roughly slamming down on you. “I asked you a question.”

“G-god- Theo!” You gasp, caught off guard by the sudden influx of sensations.

“Answer me.”

You whine and scratch your short fingernails over his abs, marveling at the pink and red lines that bloom at the surface a half-second later. “C-could never be as good as you, love. Shit- you’re perfect.”

He shivers at the sensation and grins slyly. “Perfect, huh?”

“Perfect,” you repeat, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss.

He sighs against your lips, returning the kiss. The sweet moment is cut off by you suddenly jerking your hips up into him and cursing loudly.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good, babe-”

He gasps and his fingers claw frantically at your shoulders for any kind of support. “Merlin- I’m gonna-”

You watch as Theo’s second orgasm hits him and he goes practically boneless, slumping over on top of you.

He’s spasming around you like mad, and you can’t help but moan loudly when you cum just seconds later.

You both lay there in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. Theo slowly eases himself off of your dick and rolls over to lay beside you.

“What‘s the final verdict?” You grin cheekily after a moment. “You a pillow prince now or nah?”

“Mmm…nah. I think I can settle for the label of switch though.”

“Aha! Welcome to the dark side!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shush. Now, roll over, I’m on top this time.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going steady with someone now.”

“Mm…mhm,” Theo hums an affirmative around the cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupped around the flame of his lighter as he lit it.

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

“Your ex-fuckbuddy.”

“Which one?”

“Y/n.”

Mattheo’s brow furrows. “Y/n? Y/n and I have never slept together.”

Theo suddenly launches into a coughing fit as he chokes on his lungful of smoke. “What?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d hit that in a heartbeat if he offered. But, I’m also like ninety percent sure that you’d kill me if I did that, and I rather enjoy being not-murdered, believe it or not. He is incredibly hot though.”

Theo just stared, his mouth hanging open.

You never slept with Mattheo?

What?

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• standalone!! •

i will not be writing a part two!!

[just-a-creep-babe]

What Makes You Tick - Prologue

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

Cheers to the new longer fic series starring Toby! Hope you enjoy this brief little intro to get a taste of what's to come~

Commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Divider by @plum98

Work.

That’s what Toby’s life revolves around. Day in, day out. He doesn’t have hobbies, doesn’t have friends to hang out with—and he certainly doesn’t have a family to go back home to, either. He has work.

It consumes him.

He’s thankful for it, though. It’s pathetic to say, but at least he has something. At least he’s still good for one thing. At least he’s not completely fucking useless.

So it doesn’t bother him when Slender sends him out on a mission not even a full 24 hours after the last one. It's just another distraction, another way to kill some time and keep his darker thoughts at bay. It's another way to feel useful, to feel needed.

He notices, as he's preparing his things, that his partners in crime aren't the happiest about getting thrown into another job. But then again, when are they ever happy?

Toby sits on the couch in their dingy cabin when he finishes prepping. Hoodie joins him not too long after, leaning against the side of the couch with his arms folded over his chest, and both wait in silence for the following orders.

When Masky has most of his things ready, he stands in front of them and addresses them for a debrief. It's a fairly standard mission, as far as jobs go. Something about someone with the Sickness who's trying to find the cure and needs to be intercepted—same old, same old. There's a strange kind of comfort in the regularity of the work.

Ever since the incident, Toby's life stopped making sense. But at least there's still some semblance of routine within the insanity of it all. At least he could still cling to these fleeting threads of normalcy.

"Toby."

Snap.

Masky snaps his fingers in front of Toby's face.

"You're zoning out. I need you focused."

"I am focused," Toby retorts.

"No, you're not. You're not taking this seriously."

With a roll of his eyes, Toby looks up at the ceiling.

"That's because we've done this exact same job hundreds of-of times by now. I don't need to listen to the same fu-fucking debriefing every s-single time."

Masky pinches the bridge of his nose, furrows his brows, and exhales deeply through his tired frustration.

"It's not the same every time. I'm giving you important information that you need to know and you need to remember. I don't do this shit for fun, Toby; it's not a fucking game."

"I'm not saying it's a fucking game," Toby stands abruptly as a jolt of anger snaps through his body. It takes everything in his power to stop himself from grabbing Masky's collar and shaking him. "I'm saying I'm sick of hearing you spew out the same crap time and time again when you—when you could just s-summarize it or something!"

"I am summarizing it—you fucking dipshit. You'd know that if you fucking listened for once in your life."

Toby's about to lose whatever meager ounce of self-control he has, when Hoodie steps in between them and separates them.

"Alright, that's enough. No injuries before we're on site. I don't wanna have to work more to compensate for dead weight."

"Just—focus, alright?" Masky insists, and all Toby can think about is how satisfying it would be to throw his fist into his dumb fucking face.

"I am focused," the youngest of the three seethes the words out.

"Alright, can you repeat the plan to me, then?"

"We're finding our target, going in, seeing what edge we can find. They have some—some notebook or wh-whatever and Slender wants it back. We kill if we need to."

Masky groans, as if the recap isn't good enough, but Hoodie shakes his head, as if to dissuade his partner from arguing any further.

"It'll do," Hoodie states, "C'mon, it shouldn't be a long one. The sooner we're in, the sooner we're out."

And just like that, the three separate to start loading up the car and heading out.

Masky drives, as usual, and Hoodie takes shotgun, leaving Toby in the back, as usual. He doesn't mind it too much, though; anything is better than sitting next to Masky for an extended amount of time. Plus, not having to worry about the road gives him plenty of time to look out the window and daydream. It's one of the few times he can escape, and his mind won't take him anywhere unpleasant.

Well, most of the time it won't, anyway. Which is about as good as it can get.

They sleep at a hotel after driving non-stop for the rest of the day, and they're on the road for the following two days after that. It's only on the fourth day that they finally crash at a hotel that Masky announces will be their "home, sweet home" until the end of the job.

He recaps the mission, again, but Toby, admittedly, only really pays attention to their target's description. He hears Masky explain that they’ll start working at dusk, but Toby’s already too busy testing out the mattresses and pillows to bother listening.

Thankfully, Masky ignores him instead of bitching at him, and the two other proxies talk about more shit Toby doesn't care about.

At least this won't be a long one, Toby thinks, his eyes already growing heavy as the comfort of the cheap hotel bed encourages him to relax. The last coherent thought he has is the feeling of relief that at least this mission’s bound to be over before he knows it.

And then his thoughts are lost to his dreams.

[yeonmuse]

SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | ENDING

“Sim Jaeyun if you don’t get off my fucking counter I’ll make sure you never stand again.” Jurin yells from the living room at a now frowning Jake

“How else am I supposed to put up the streamers?”

“With a ladder dipshit it's just in the basement.”

“Fuck that im not going down there? You know what happens when you go into a basement during a party?”

“First of all you jackass the party hasn't even started, and second that’s only in movies.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the banter between the two, it was a natural occurrence since all of you had started hanging out together rather than hanging out with Sunghoon and his friends some days and vice versa. There hasn’t been a day since then where Jake and Jurin hadn’t been at each other's throats.

Today wasn’t any different, all of you having gathered together at Jurins family vacation home for the break and today all of you would be celebrating Jiaqis birthday.

“Can you two go longer than 30 minutes without fighting?” Jinyoung who’d somehow always become the voice of reason along with Jay only seems to cause more chaos with his question.

“Maybe if he takes his ass off my counter.”

“I’m not getting that ladder!”

“For fucks sake ill get the damn latter.” Finally fed up, Wooyoung makes his way down the hall to get the ladder himself.

“You know I still can’t believe you agreed to come to this.” Jay takes a seat beside Sunghoon, not missing the way his gaze had been trained on you every now and then.

“Why do all of you keep saying that?”

“Because you’re you.” Sunghoon simply scoffs and rolls his eyes as he continues to blow up balloons.

“I’m starting to see why though, music teachers got you completely over the moon.”

“I think you’ve been hanging around Jake a little too much.” Sunghoon retorts, making Jay chuckle.

“That might be true, but what I said isn’t exactly a lie either is it? You like her.”

“I don’t like her. I just care about her, that's all, she means a lot to Yoari.”

“Just Yoari?” Interrupting the conversation between the two Jurin forces Jay up out of his seat, sending him off to get cups for their drinks which Yeonjun had conveniently forgot to bring with him to Jurins house.

This left Sunghoon alone again, this time alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t say it but Jay may have been absolutely right and for some reason that scared him.

The party was a small gathering. Rather than invite half the school that no one had talked to other than an occasional conversation about class notes or asking to borrow pencils, the gathering had been kept between just your friends. Consisting of just the ten of you with the addition of Jay’s cousin and his friends. As per usual the night entailed lots of yelling over board games and card games, this time with a lot more drinking involved. The conversations only went far left as Jake and Jurin started yet another argument with one another making everyone else slowly leave the table one by one.

You on the other hand chose to slip outside where you could get some peace and quiet, unknowingly Sunghoon wasn’t too far behind. The moment you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs you heard the back door slide open, making you turn your head. Once your eyes landed on Sunghoon you’d shoot him a smile as he made his way over and took the seat beside you.

“They still going in there?”

“The conversations somehow gone back to the ladder situation from earlier.’’ Sunghoon responds, a hint of confusion in his tone, earning a laugh from you.

“Sounds about right for the two of them.”

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of you, the only ambience heard amongst the silence being the crackling of the patio fire set by Jay earlier on, and the faint sound of Jake and Jurin going at it back inside.

“About last night.’’ Sunghoon had finally spoken up, putting an end to the comforting silence and the air around you grew thick at the mention of last night's topic.

“I’m sorry about my mom, I don’t know why she suddenly decided to pry last night, but I could tell the topic made you uncomfortable.’’

“It’s fine. Your mom was only trying to get to know who she hired, better late than never right?’’

Sunghoon could tell that you had been trying your best to act unbothered by the topic, but it was obviously a heavy one for you.

“Yeah I guess so.’’

“She doesn't know where we are.’’ you suddenly confess, at which Sunghoon just returns your confession with a look of confusion.

“My mom, she doesn’t know where me and my dad are.’’

“Yn you don’t have to tell me this.’’

“But I want to, I trust you.” at your sudden admission of trust Sunghoon fell silent, you trusted him?

“My dad and I we’ve been moving around since I was fifteen. One night he and my mom got into this really bad argument one night and it got heated. She even started throwing and breaking things and trying to physically hurt my dad. I had never seen her like that. She just completely lost it. I had to watch my dad pick up the pieces of a broken home, family photos covered in blood, picture frames broken. I cried so hard that day because for the first time in my life I was forced to realize my family was no longer a family. The neighbors called the police that day and they held my mom overnight, but by the time she got out we would already be gone. It was something my dad was thinking about for the longest time when my mom started to get unwell, but we never had a reason to until she snapped. My mom would call everyone lying telling them she got help just to find out where we were, she kept finding us and It got so bad that we had to cut ties with old friends and family members until she’d finally stopped a year ago. My dad was forced to give up everything so that we could move. He gave up our house, his first restaurant, the place he worked hard to keep up with since before I had even been born. We had to just leave everything behind and had to start new over and over. I’d gone through so many schools and Chaconne was my only chance at going to an actual good school where she couldn't find me. When I told you I didn’t know how my dad had got me into Chaconne I meant it, I’m not even sure how he managed to keep us afloat and manage the house he’d gotten for us now with us leaving everything behind.” you didn’t realize that tears had fallen from your eyes, but Sunghoon noticed the moment your voice became shaky and cracked almost instantaneously. This was a topic you only told Jurin and Jiaqi having been drunk off cough medicine and completely out of it on one of your sickly nights you cried and completely spilled your guts to them.

Sunghoon on the other hand didn’t know what to say, he felt furious, furious at your mother from having put you through all of that at such a young age, yet at the same time feeling a pain in his chest watching you – the girl that was always smiling and putting a smile on others face, break down in front of him. Without thinking he wraps his arms around you pulling you in against his chest, he knew for certain this would absolutely be brought up by Jay and Jake tomorrow if not tonight, but all he cared about in that moment was making sure you had been okay. He may not have had the right words to say to you, but him having held you in his arms until you were calm had been just enough.

“I’m sorry.’’ finally your tears stopped and your sniffling quieted down, allowing Sunghoon to finally pull away

“What for?’’

“For dropping all of that onto you, I shouldn’t have just said all of that, I probably ruined the mood.’’

“No i’m glad, i’m glad that you trusted me enough to let your guard down.’’ His eyes locked with yours, he nearly reached his hand up to brush the tear stains from your cheeks until the back door slid open and out walked Jiaqi, the others not too far behind.

“You two were out here the whole time while we had to sit through their cat and dog fight.’’ Yeonjun complains, plopping himself down on the opposing side of the fire. The once somber and gloomy atmosphere is now taking a turn for the best. From then on there was no more sad talk or arguing, just playful banter and conversations around the fire.

This was the first time since meeting Jake and Jay that Sunghoon had genuinely felt he belonged with a group of people. His guard was now completely down, and he wasn’t afraid to allow it. And though he wasn’t sure how long any of them would last and how long they’d remain in his life he would enjoy tonight. You on the other hand were just grateful to finally have a group of friends to call yours. A group of people that loved you wholeheartedly and shared a love for music just as you yourself did. It felt nice to have a group genuinely connect with you, you just hoped that your time with them would last, that you wouldn’t be forced to move yet again.

-

The next day consisted of what felt like one of the longest drives of the group's life, an hour long drive just to get to the beach, which all ultimately felt worth it when they’d arrived there two hours before sunrise. You felt an immediate sense of nostalgia when your feet hit the sand, to you it felt like home ultimately, after all you were grateful enough to have lived on that very beach. It had been Jurin and Jiaqis idea originally, knowing how much you missed your dad over the last two months you’d been attending Chaconne they made the executive decision to make Jinyoung drive all the way to your hometown. That way you got to see your dad and they would get the opportunity to lounge out on the sand.

Your time on the beach was indeed chaotic, between the guys making the collective decision to bury Jake in the sand and leaving him there, and Yeonjun losing his swimming trunks in the ocean. It was certainly an eventful time. Most of your time was spent out on the beach until sunset, it was then that you all finally decided it was time to make your way down the coast. All of you walked until you finally caught a familiar sight of a large building up on the rocks, a building that had been familiar to you since the moment you turned seventeen.

As you and the others step foot inside the restaurant you’re enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the atmosphere, it completely contrasts to the cool breeze that had been blowing outside on the beach. While the interior of the place had given a more modern and homey appeal it differed from the outside patio that had served as more of your typical tropical beach setting. The doors and window seals adorned with seashells that you and your dad had found when you would often accompany him on his boating trips for the new catch. Your dad and stepmother were more than happy to see that you’d returned home for a visit and with new friends to accompany you. Ultimately embarrassing you when they first saw you all enter, your dad having brought back your old childhood nickname ‘his little starfish’ and your stepmom immediately pressing kisses all over your face as she would often do when you were much younger. In your fathers eyes no matter how old you had gotten you would always be their little girl. Now that you all had finally arrived your dad had been more than happy to close down the restaurant for the night just you and your friends. Friends who seemed to have the time of their lives learning about you and your parents and how your life had been growing up here (of course you and your dad both left out the details of your actual mother). The night couldn’t have ended more perfectly in your eyes, having given your newfound friends a glimpse into your life growing up.

Sunghoon found himself hanging onto your dad and step moms every word about how you'd been as a child and your teen years. Now having gotten to know your dad it was obvious to him why you loved and praised him as much as you had. He talked about you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, his greatest accomplishment. Not to mention the similarities between the two of you having been absolutely uncanny, sharing the same eyes, same laugh, same smile. The smile found himself thinking about countless times. Even your home– the home that your father so graciously opened up to all of you for the night, had perfectly mirrored the characteristics of you and your family.

While most of the guys had gone to sleep you and the girls set out back huddled up by the fire together watching the stars and enjoying your time with just the three of you. That left Sunghoon sitting alone in the living room with a book in his hand, a book he’d been paying absolutely no attention to because he was far too busy looking out at you, thinking about all the new details he learned about you. With a sigh he throws the book off to the side and stands up from his seat, deciding to busy himself with looking at the pictures your father had put up throughout the house instead. Each picture making a faint smile curl onto his lips as they progressed.

“She was six there.’’ your fathers voice startled him, wiping the smile off his face as his head whips around to look at him.

“That was her first time picking up a guitar, her uncle's guitar. She wasn’t allowed to touch the instruments at his house but she picked it up anyway, he found her playing and he couldn’t even be mad at her he’d just sat and watched her play to her heart's content.’’ Sunghoon didn’t say a word, he simply listened to your fathers recollection of memory, unsure as to why he suddenly felt the need to storytell, but Sunghoon didn’t mind.

“This one was her eighth birthday, she got her first violin. She stayed up all night learning the strings and printing sheet music, didn’t get any sleep that night but it was worth it knowing my little girl was happy.’’ Eight years old, she had been the exact same as Yoari back then, Yoari had been persistent in her desire to learn music, Since the moment yn started teaching her she spent sleepless nights practicing her sheet music and random songs just to show you the next day knowing you would be proud of her.

Though Sunghoon didn’t know the meaning behind your father having suddenly told him the story behind all of your photos that night, your father was well aware that Sunghoon had no problem listening. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him how attentive he was listening back at the restaurant or how often Sunghoon’s eyes would catch you when he would be looking over at the table. It was quite obvious that you were special and meant something to him and even though your father didn’t know exactly how the boy felt about you one thing was for certain, Sunghoon did indeed feel something for his little starfish.

Your father eventually left Sunghoon alone with his thoughts and the girls made their way inside, all of you having grown tired from the long day you had both today and yesterday. While the others had all gone inside and fell asleep you and Sunghoon had been the only two remaining awake. You still sat cozied up by the crackling fire watching the moon and reminiscing your childhood, soon being joined by Sunghoon who felt the need to keep you company.

“Do you-” Sunghoon starts only to stop upon seeing you look at him so attentively, he couldn’t do it, your beautiful eyes locked on him had him immediately tongue tied and he found it hard to ask the question that plagued his thoughts for quite some time now.

“I see why you missed home so much, it’s peaceful.’’ you respond with a soft hum, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, but I’ve also gotten quite used to the chaos.’’ you respond, finally glancing at him making his heart thump against his chest as they met his own.

The rest of the night was silent for the two of you, the sound of waves crashing and the crackling of the fire being your only interruptions. Meanwhile your father stood at the back window watching the two of you with a faint smile.

-

Though your time away from Chaconne had been truly amazing it was finally time to get back to classes and study groups. A chaotic and hectic week it would be with not only exams growing closer, but Yoaris recital being tonight. A night which not only you, but Yoari had been counting down since the moment the event had been presented.

“What do you mean you didn’t ask her are you stupid?’’

“Jake!?”

“What? He had the perfect opportunity to ask her and he didn’t.’’

“Yeah well it’s not like we can change the fact that he didn’t ask her.’’

“To hell we can’t where's your phone.’’ Jake makes his way over to Sunghoons desk searching through loose sheets of paper and old music sheets in search of his phone.

“Look, I backed out. She looked at me and then I just couldn't?”

“Dude the recital is tonight, you don’t exactly have all the time in the world to ask her.’’

“Fuck. I should have just kept my mouth shut, don’t know why I told you in the first place.’’ Sunghoon sighs and falls back onto his bed, sitting up almost immediately once he hears the sound of a phone ringing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you your second chance.’’ Jake responds only moments before the ringing stops and your voice could be heard on the other line.

You were shocked to say the least when you saw Sunghoons name appear on your phone, he had never called you, of course he’d sent you videos of Yoari practicing here and there but he’d never called, rarely even texted other than the videos.

“Hello?” For a moment the line was silent, but you could hear faint shuffling on the other side.

“Sunghoon did you butt dial me or something?’’

“No- no i’m here sorry.’’

“Oh- did you need something? Did something happen you almost never call?’’

“Yeah. I mean– fuck no nothing happened I just had a question?’’ he responds, sounding unsure of his own words as they leave his mouth.

“Oh? Sure what’s up?”

“Would you want to go to the recital with me? Not as in you coming as a guest or family friend, but a date?’’ On the other side of the line Sunghoon held his breath the moment you fell silent, only releasing it when you finally spoke up on the other line.

“I’d love to.’’

“So- i’ll see you there?’’

“Yeah, I'll see you tonight.’’ Before hanging up the phone he could hear a faint ‘I told you so’ being yelled in the background, and his eyebrows knit together. He then turns to Jay and Jake as he slips his phone into his pocket.

“Was It obvious or something?’’

“Well in what context?’’

“Before we hung up I heard Jurin telling yn ‘I told you so’.”

“Well if you want our honest answer, she came along and suddenly you did an entire 180. If you’re asking if it was obvious that you had a thing for her, she’s practically the only one that hasn’t realized up until now.’’ Sunghoon simply pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

“Great. So it’s just obvious to everyone else before me.’’ Sunghoon complains, making Jake and Jay just shrug in response.

After hanging up the phone your evening consisted of constant nagging and reminders from Jurin that she was in fact right about Sunghoon. You yourself had still been in shock that he had asked you on a date in the first place, having been completely oblivious to his feelings towards you the entire time. For some reason it made you nervous at the thought, your stomach churned and you felt butterflies swarm the deepest pits of your belly. You never thought that Sunghoon of all people could have feelings for you or look at you as anything more than just his sister's music teacher. Your nerves began to bubble over as you fully came to the realization that Park Sunghoon did in fact make you anxious. It was now occurring to you just how often you’d think about him in a way that was not so friend-like. How you sometimes caught yourself admiring him when he laughed or smiled, or occasionally your thoughts would drift to what it’d be like to trace the beauty marks on his face. At the time when all of the thoughts would flood your brain you had chalked it up to them being some sort of intrusive thoughts. You even downplayed the way you would get all giddy when he’d come around, most of the time showing up to the dorm with the other guys or Yoari but it made your heart thump nonetheless. Having him suddenly act on his thoughts and ask you on a date had restructured your brain and the way you thought about him entirely. It made you realize that you were in fact drawn to Park Sunghoonin in a not so friend like way, whether that be romantically or on a deeper scale he was special to you.

“Yn can you hurry up you’ve been in there for an hour you had to have found an outfit and done your hair by now?’’ Jiaqi complains from down the hall, her and Jurin having been waiting for an hour and a half now listening to the shuffle of your feet in your room as you scramble to find something to wear.

Finally your door flies open and Jiaqi immediately shoots up from the couch, Jurin following suit.

“Does it…Does it look okay?’’ After nearly two hours of panicking over what to wear, how to do your makeup, how to style your hair, you’d finally made the choice to go simple. Black corset top and black mini skirt, black lace stockings and gloves to pull the look together along with your ribbon lace up pumps. Your hair slicked back into a bumped ponytail with loose curls adorning your forehead. It was a simple and elegant look that you’d had in mind to wear for a while yet were never given a reason to up until now.

“Well if the man isn’t in love already he might be after this.’’ Jiaqi comments as she takes in your look from head to toe.

“You mean to tell me you were hiding those boobs under all those tee shirts, sweaters and crop tops all this time?’’

“Jurin!”

“What am I doing wrong? Look at them?’’ Jiaqi shakes her head in response to her friend's comments and a knock at the door interrupts the slight banter between the two.

“I thought you told Sunghoon you’d meet him there?”

“I did? I told him he didn’t have to come all this way?’’ The three of you share a confused look with one another before watching as Jiaqi swung the door open.

Once your eyes fell upon the woman that stood on the other side you felt your entire world come crashing down at your feet. Jiaqi, just as enthusiastic as ever, greets her unknowingly, though the woman's eyes seemed to be searching for someone, searching for you. You’d given her zero chances to speak, your feet moved before you could even get yourself to think properly and you had run off pushing past the woman in the doorway and completely drowning out the sound of Jiaqis voice calling out to you in worry.

-

Meanwhile on the other side of town Sunghoon couldn’t stop glancing at his phone. You haven't called or texted nor had you shown up and he was starting to worry? Had you gotten sick again? Were you stuck in traffic? Surely you wouldn’t miss the recital you promised Yoari you’d be at, or the date that he had now gotten his hopes up for.

“did yn call? Or contact you at all? Did she say anything about being sick? Or being late?’’ he asks his mom who had been busy checking her business phone at his side.

“I haven’t heard from her sweetheart no, is there something wrong?’’

“She just- she promised Yoari she’d be here.’’

“You and Yoari think too highly of that girl Hoon, even the people you think are special to you can break promises.’’ Sunghoon stares at his phone one last time, a sigh spilling from his lips as he and the rest of his family fully make their way into the venue.

-

You ran until the air in your lungs began to feel like a breath of fire, until your chest felt so heavy you thought it would cave in. You didn’t know where you were or how far you ran but you knew one thing for sure, you needed to get away from campus. Your brain was moving 50 miles per hour and it felt as if the ground itself would swallow you whole at any moment. Your heavy breathing combined with the antagonizing ringing in your ears making it hard for you to think properly. Two years, two years you had gone without her finding you and now she stood in the doorway of your very own dorm room.

13 missed calls from Jurin, 15 from jiaqi. They'd all been searching for you, worried about you. The moment you ran off the two girls followed behind you. They called everyone to help look for you, Jake, Jay, Yeonjung, Haknyeon, Jinyoung, the only one having missed every call being Park Sunghoon. He wanted nothing to do with you or your friends at that moment, he opened himself to you, made himself vulnerable enough to accept his feelings and ask you on a date and you couldn’t even be bothered to show.

When you finally had calmed down enough to come to your senses you realized that you didn’t know where to go, your home was an hour away and if you went back to your own dorm you risked running into her again. You had no money on you nor did you have your phone because you’d just run off without thinking the moment you saw her standing there. It was then you realized there was one place you knew for a fact you were always welcomed, you also came to the realization that you had been late to the recital. Even as thunder clouds came rolling in and the night turned cold you ran for half an hour until you finally made it to the venue, but unfortunately you had already been too late. Yoari had already performed and the Park family had gone home not even bothering to stay for the next hour of the showcase. Your heart sank in your chest as you realized what you had done. Not only had you broken your promise to Yoari, but you completely missed out on your date with Sunghoon.

The dark clouds that loomed over you as you walked for yet another hour had finally begun to pour down with rain, Completely soaked from the rain and shivering from the cold you eventually found yourself outside the park residence. By the time you arrived the four of them had been stepping out of their car, Mrs. and Mr. Park had stepped into the house already while Sunghoon went to pick up his sleeping sister from the backseat. Yoaris' eyes fluttered open for a moment and she seemed to be the first to notice you, wrapped in Sunghoon’s arms and clinging to him tightly. She simply looked the other way as she saw you approaching, Sunghoon noticed you shortly after, but he said nothing.

“Ari…” your heart broke as you watched her rest her head on Sunghoons shoulder completely ignoring you. Your gaze shifts to Sunghoon who had been obviously upset but he’d been trying his best to not say a word to you.

“Sunghoon I-”

“Save it. You made a promise to her. Cross my heart and hope to die, remember.’’

“Sunghoon just let me explain-”

“You should have explained 6 missed calls ago, you’re no better than your mother.” Knowing that they had been upset with you hurt, but Sunghoon’s words stung like hell and cut deep. Sunghoon himself didn’t know why he’d let such words slip from his mouth, but it had been too late to take back. He’d already said it, and he could tell by the look on your face and the glossiness of your eyes that it’d already gotten to you. And although he should have taken it back right then and there, should have apologized and made it right he just walked away, letting his own emotions dictate his actions.

During your walk back to the campus you couldn’t help but think about how in just three hours things had completely fallen apart. You didn’t know when you made it back to campus having been completely out of it the entire way back there, but you were immediately snatched back from your thoughts hearing a familiar voice.

“Yn?’’ As you whipped your head around your tired eyes met with Sunwoos, all it took was for him to say three simple words for you to break down all over again.

“Are you okay?”

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SO AMERICAN <3

CHAPTER 7: BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an american exchange student from Ilvermorny

pairings: remus lupin x american!reader

cw;, foul language

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a/n: do you guys like the new banner???

"EMILIA DRUGGED REMUS WITH AMORTENTIA." James concluded, his hands landed firmly on your shoulders as you processed the information.

"W-What?"

"It's clear! He's been all over her instead of you!"

"Doesn't mean he's drugged." You sniffed.

"You don't have to believe me, but you will soon." James announced, leaping out of the broom closet and marching his way over to where ever he was going.

"James- James!" You chased after him, frantically clearing your tears.

"James, what if it’s too late? What if he actually—"

"No. No way. This isn’t Remus. This is some twisted potion-induced fantasy that Emilia cooked up. He would never—"

"But he thinks it’s real. That’s the problem." "Then we make him see reality." James insisted, as you ran down the hallways.

"We have to do something, but we can’t just barge in and scream ‘you’ve been drugged’ at him." You reasoned, already out of breath.

"Why not? Sounds efficient to me." James turned his gaze towards you. "Because that’s how people get hexed, James." You deadpanned. "Fine, fine. Who do we tell? Sirius?" "He’ll want to murder someone." "Yeah, I’m counting on it."

"James! You cannot murder someone! Last time I checked it was illegal." You scolded, and right before James was about to respond, you heard the most sickeningly familiar laugh.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

Exactly who you needed.

"There's our guy."

"James? James!" You were getting increasingly more confused.

"Oi! Lockhart." James yelled, catching the boys attention before slamming him up against the wall.

His posse scattered in a fearful blitz.

"What the-"

"What's your damage, Lockhart?" You spat, replacing James as you pinned him to the wall.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-" Gilderoy writhed under you.

"You had sixth year potions last year, didn't you? You know how to brew Amortentia, don't you?" You accused, unbeknownst to you- James was incredibly impressed.

"I- Maybe-"

"A fucking maybe doesn't cut it! Yes or no?"

"Y-Yes! Yes I- I did! I do! W-What's this about?"

"Don't play dumb, dipshit. You helped Emilia Sallow drug Remus!" You nudged him farther into the wall, pressing your wand against his throat as he quivered.

"M-Yes! Yes- I did! S-She said that-that she would make one for me to-to drug y-you when sh-e finished this course!" He admitted.

"I knew it!" James cheered, and you released Gilderoy.

"Fuck off, Lockhart, and if you're smart- you'll never speak to me again." You threatened, as he scrambled to his feet and dashed away.

James clapped, as your adrenaline skyrocketed.

"That felt good."

"Good? That was bloody brilliant!" James smiled widely, grabbing your hand and tugging you away from the scene.

A plan was underway, a big one.

"WE NEED TO GET HIM ALONE, BUT Emilia is glued to his side." You eyed Remus and Emilia, as you and James sat together in the Great Hall. "He's even sitting with her." Sirius mentioned.

"I couldn't tell." You deadpanned, fists clenched.

"What's the plan?" Peter asked meekly.

"Just- waiting until Emilia cracks, we need to find an antidote though." James answered, though he sounded a bit uncertain of himself.

"You could ask someone who's knows a great deal about potions?" Lily suggested, and Sirius had an idea.

"You could talk to Reggie! He knows tons." Sirius urged, and James' head went into auto-pilot.

"R-Regulus? I'll go talk to him!" James got up- quicker than he should have according to the confused looks on his friends faces.

"I-I mean... I guess I'll go talk to him.." James sank back down in his seats.

"I'll go talk to Slughorn, but don't worry, I'm great at being discreet."

"PROFESSOR, DO YOU KNOW OF ANY antidotes for someone who is-hypothetically-under the influence of a love potion?" Slughorn turned to you, his brow furrowed.

"Hypothetically? What is this for, Ms. L/N?" He questioned.

"Well- We have that whole project on the subject. I felt it would be a good addition to my presentation." You smiled, and he nodded.

"Ah, of course. I do enjoy seeing my students so passionate about something I teach." He prided himself, as he led you to his desk.

"You would need Wiggentree bark, crushed bezoar and essence of dittany. Cures it like a charm, every time it's been tested." He smiled, turning back to you as you mentally noted what ingredients you were to be using.

"Perfect, thank you very much, Professor." You turned to leave, the second stage of your plan complete.

"REMUS... CAN WE talk?" You stuttered, you hadn't spoken to him since potions.

"You don’t have to check in on me, I’m fine. You should be worrying about James, not me."

Oh, for god's sake—enough with this ‘I’m fine’ shit! You’re about as fine as Peter is at lying!"

"I don’t have time for this."

"You always used to have time for me."

"Things change." Remus spat.

"No, they don’t. You change under a full moon. This? This isn’t you. And you know it." You urged him.

"I… I love Emilia."

"I never said anything about Emilia."

"I love her." He pushed.

"Do you? Or do you just think you do?"

"I—I don’t know! It’s like—I think about her, and it feels right, but then—then I see you and it—" He stopped himself abruptly.

"Then what?"

"Then it feels wrong."

"Then fight it! Before it’s too late."

Remus looked at you, his eyes full of something deep and pained—something real. But just as quickly as it appears, he shoved it down, his body tense.

"I need to go." His voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, he turns and walks away, his posture rigid, leaving you standing there, fists clenched at your sides.

"We don’t have much time." You thought.

GRYFFINDOR WAS hosting a large party after their quidditch win against Hufflepuff, and most students 5th year and above were in attendance.

"Do you think their gonna show up?" James leaned over towards you, Sirius mirroring him on your other side.

"We can only hope?"

"Oh, speak of the devil." Lily muttered, as Emilia came strutting in with Remus as if he was on a leash.

The snake sauntered over to Gilderoy as they held a pleasant conversation, before James sauntered over to a large table in the center of the common room.

Sirius also took action, pulling Remus aside and into their dorm room as "shit was about to hit the fan" according to Marlene.

"Attention everyone!" James shouted, actively gaining attention from his peers.

"I just wanted to congratulate my mind-blowing team, on another win!" The Gryffindors erupted into applause and cheers, just as James shushed them once more.

"I just have one question-" He added, his loyal crowd waiting in suspence.

"Emilia, you look great tonight." He started, and her face lit with shock.

"O-oh? Really?" She batted her eyelashes.

"How long have you been drugging Remus Lupin?"

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Honesty is Overrated- Klaus M.

Summary: When Kol has had enough of watching his older brother pine over a girl, he decides to do something about it and give Klaus exactly what he wants.

Sadly Kol has no idea what Klaus wants, the only thing the youngest Mikaelson brother thinks about is sex and unfortunately it might just get his brother in trouble this time when he hacks into the girls Instagram and messages his brother…what happens when Klaus falls for it?

Potentially Triggering:SA Mentions/Warning!!

I can’t label this Yan!Klaus (for obvious reasons upon reading it) but the themes overall are very Dark! Along with an apparent “Twist Ending” that my Beta reader called me a Bitch for…

(Major Warnings for this fic: Mentions of Non/Dub Con, Online Arrangements about Forced Fucking, Unintentional Forceful Touching, Hacking Others Social Medias, Asshole Little Brothers)

It was the painting that did him in. Seeing the painting of Y/n as Kol walked passed Klaus’ bedroom was the final straw for him.

‘Why don’t you just ask the girl out? Your obsession is getting out of hand and you’re clearly desperate for somewhere to stick your cock. Give her a painting, girls go crazy for that sweet bullshit.’ Kol teased from where he leaned on the doorway of Klaus’ bedroom.

‘You’re an idiot.’ He rolled his eyes at his younger brothers stupidity. Klaus knew he wasn’t bad looking but sadly he was the epitome of shy and awkward, talking…to a girl? Especially one that he’s had a crush on since their shared project in the 6th grade!

It was impossible!

‘Seriously bro. Give her a pretty painting, bend her over a desk between classes, and then you can finally get over this bitch! Or you’ll be onto the next one, you do seem like a hopeless romantic-‘

‘That’s not what that means dipshit! And some of us aren’t only interested in sex! I like Y/n. You know, someday you’re going to find a girl that you like for more than just her body and you won’t have a personality to get her to stay with you passed pulling your pants back on.’ Klaus grumbled, moving to shut the bedroom door and going back to his project.

Kol knew he needed to do something to help his big brother get the girl he so desperately wanted. Plus if he also got the girl that he had been crushing on for the better part of his high school career (Klaus’ girls best friend) then what was the harm, really?

She was exactly where she said she would be when Klaus arrived. He had to stop and take a breath, nervous and not wanting to do something wrong to upset her. He was determined to do this right, he was in love with Y/n and if this is what she needed from him then he would do it for her…he just hoped he could hold out long enough to make her happy.

Stepping up behind her was easy as he had taken off his jacket, shirt and shoes, no sound being made as he moved. There was never anyone at the pool until after school was over for extra curricular’s so her scream didn’t do anything for her when he wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand covering her mouth and holding her to him tightly. She fought against him hard and he was honestly a bit surprised how hard she was going for it but Klaus was determined to show her how strong he was. If this is what she wants then this is what he will give her-even if it is a strange kink to introduce their relationship-he will use the opportunity to prove to her how strong the “quiet artsy kid” really is.

‘It’s alright love, I’ve got you. I know what you want and I’m going to give it to you.’ He promised, roughly shoving her down, flipping her onto her back on the bleacher and seeing her eyes go wide as she looked up at him. If he didn’t know any better he would think she was surprised to see him. After a struggle he had gotten the duct tape over her mouth and hands tied around her front, pressing her back against the bleacher before reaching for her pants making her whine loudly again and try to kick at him, though her legs were pinned under where he nearly straddled her. ‘I’m going to take good care of you Princess. You’ll never want me to stop playing with you.’ Klaus had just unbuttoned her pants when he felt a drop of water hit his arm making him look up.

He was stunned to see her crying. Maybe that was a part of it for her…but he didn’t like it. He loved Y/n…he had for years, this is not how he wanted Any of their time together to be, let alone their first.

‘I’m sorry…please don’t think less of me but I can’t do this…Not like this, I know that this is what you wanted but I love you…I don’t want to see you cry while we do this.’ Klaus reached up and pulled the tape from her mouth as gently as he could and began untying her hands.

‘What are you talking about?!’ She hissed and he winced.

‘Please don’t be upset with me, I just can’t do this the first time. I feel like I’m hurting you and I get that maybe this could be fun when you know each other better but for a first time I-‘ as soon as her hands were untied she reached her hand up and slapped him across the face painfully hard. He flinched back as she moved again, Mikael being the only person that had ever really hit him and he couldn’t help but flinch away making her stop and look confused too. For a violent boy that just tried to rape her…he didn’t seem very violent or sexually aggressive at all…

‘You said…you said this is what I wanted…why would you think I would ever want this?! Who told you that I wanted you to rape me?!’ She demanded and he moved quickly off of her lower body so that she could move completely. He shifted back a few feet to give her room away from him, not wanting her to be afraid.

‘You did! You messaged me online…I admit it was a bit strange but it was your account and you said personal things.’ He promptly grabbed his phone from his backpack and showed her the messages. She quickly read through them before going and grabbing her phone, sitting beside him on the ground and finding her messages. ‘You didn’t send these…did you?’ His voice sounded soft now…broken…

‘No, look. They say sent on both of our accounts. Someone hacked me and messaged you…’

‘Oh God! Y/n, I’m so sorry! Fuck!’ He exclaimed, jumping up and tugging on his hair painfully, her standing beside him quickly and stopping his movements. ‘Sorry doesn’t even begin to-‘

‘No, no! It’s not your fault! You didn’t know and…I can see how you responded to every single one of the messages and I’m not…you…you really are sweet.’ She laughed disbelievingly at how sweet this boy still was over these messages, reading them over again and seeing how many times he proposed just going to dinner, or letting him take her home and do whatever she wanted in a bed rather than a dirty school floor.

‘I figured it was just the surprise that got you off maybe? Truthfully? I was like…honored that you trusted me like that…but I’ve been in love with you for 5 years, I really just wanted to take you to dinner.’ He joked, trying to diffuse the tension a bit more. ‘I never wanted to hurt you…but I did-‘. he was ranting and seemingly having a bit of trouble breathing.

‘No Klaus. This is not your fault, someone did this to the both of us. You did Not hurt me!’

‘I pinned you down and had your mouth taped up, I was-‘

‘You stopped!’ She exclaimed, stopping him from his panicking as quickly as possible, grabbing his arms and stopping him from pacing. He looked up at her in surprise. ‘You stopped Klaus. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had kept going, not now that I see how easy it would have been to take whatever you wanted-‘

‘I don’t want to take anything from you Y/n…I want you to give it to me because you want me and trust me and…and…Love Me. I’ve loved you for nearly 6 years now…I know that I’m not your type or whatever, and yeah, I want you but…when I saw you crying…I Never want to be the reason that you cry!’

Klaus reached his hand out and wiped away the fresh tears that were coming out. ‘Klaus…I never knew that you loved me…I love you too…’ the next thing Klaus knew she had leaned forward and was now pressing her soft lips to his making him pull back just slightly, their lips still brushing lightly as he spoke.

‘Are you sure? I feel like this setting might not be the right place to-‘ she cut him off quickly, moving to straddle his lap and kiss him again. He groaned as he felt her grind her crotch down against him, his erection presenting itself so quickly that it was almost painful.

‘At least one good thing came out of all this.’ Y/n sighed as she unbuckled Klaus’ belt, pretending to have trouble with it so that he would move and rip it off before yanking his jeans open at lightning speed, his hard cock smacking against his stomach and causing a whimper to escape his lips.

‘It did?’ He questioned stupidly, eyes dazed as he looked up at her attently.

‘It did.’ She hummed in an overly sweet way, loving how dumb his brain went so incredibly fast for her. ‘You’re all mine now, aren’t you, you little idiot?’ She coo’d and his eyes widened as he realized what she had said just before she sat down on his cock and once again his brain went stupid as he cried out. ‘Oh fuck! Nice and thick for me, aren’t you?’

‘You! Yes!’ He grunted, gripping her waist tightly to keep from finishing too fast. ‘Oh fuck! My girl now, Princess! All Mine!’ Klaus reached up, taking hold of her jaw and pulling her to kiss him roughly before holding the back of her neck and looking up at her as he rocked his hips up into her body. ‘God, you’re all fucking mine! Fuck!’

‘All yours baby!’ She promised, leaning up and pressing her lips to his lovingly. Her sweet touches and kisses were unlike anything Klaus had ever experienced before. She was gentle and loving with him, even though she didn’t have to be and he adored her every second.

‘Oh fuck…’ he mumbled, feeling the tingle shoot up his spine in a telltale sign of his end coming quickly. He tried to pull her close and readjust them but she wouldn’t allow it.

‘It’s okay baby…I’m close. Let me feel you.’ She begged and his head snapped up quickly, his eyes wide in shock.

‘You want me to-Oh Fuck…Fuck!’ He growled, Y/n clutching the back of his hair tightly as she faced down and watched his cock disappearing inside of her over and over again, the sight of which made her pussy drip even more. As he sped up his pace-chasing his end and by chance shoving her roughly into hers-she caused Klaus to have to slap a hand over her mouth as she cried out quite loudly. Her pussy clamped down onto his cock and his mouth dropped open though no sound came out as he came hard.

Y/n had calmed down fairly quickly, though as Klaus was still twitching she pulled him close and rested his head on her chest. ‘Shh…it’s okay. Take your time and relax.’ She insisted, knowing that he just needed a moment to catch his breath.

‘I’m okay…I’m fine I…that was…Holy Fuck!’ He exclaimed, bright blue eyes looking up at her excitedly. ‘Can…Can we do that again?’

Y/n giggled, unable to stop herself before she leaned her head down and kissed his lips. ‘Not right now we can’t, we have to clean up before class…I don’t know about you but I’m free after school…?’

Klaus’ eyes widened in excitement and he kissed her quickly before carefully pulling himself out of her body. ‘I’ll meet you outside the locker room.’ He told her before kissing her again, this time she had to be the one to pull away. ‘I’m never going to get tired of that.’

After cleaning themselves both up in the locker rooms they met outside the gym.

‘How did you-‘

‘I always keep an extra top and skirt in my bag just in case, I’ll put them in my locker on the way to class.’ He nodded, walking beside her down the hall towards their lockers which were right across the hall from each other where they got their books for their last class. ‘Klaus?’ Y/n questioned as they walked down the hall to the stairwell to get to the first floor for their English class.

‘Yeah?’ He spoke, barely hearing her as his mind was going a hundred miles a minute trying to figure out what to say or do now. Klaus had wanted Y/n for years though he never pictured it happening like this, in his fantasies he always took her on a date, ‘woo’ed her and made her fall in love with him before fucking her but now he was confused on how to ask her on a date considering what had already happened. What if she didn’t want to go on a date? What if sex was all she wanted? What if she hadn’t enjoyed it…what if she was just being nice and he had ruined his chance? He had blown it, he was so sure!

‘Are you…e-embarrassed to be with me?’ She asked quietly and he froze, his feet stopping in their tracks and turning to look at her.

‘What are you talking about?’ He questioned, taking her arm and pulling her to the side of the hallway and out of people’s way.

‘I mean, the way it started was fucked but we were…intimate…I thought you would at least hold my hand-I mean unless that’s all you wanted. We can just-‘ Klaus cut her off quickly, pulling her to his chest tightly and pressing his lips to hers roughly.

She wanted more! Y/n was giving him the chance to have her and he was going to take it! He moved his hands to her waist, pulling her lip between his teeth briefly before tangling his tongue with hers and squeezing her hips as she whined. He rested his forehead on hers, sighing contently as he took her chin between his finger and thumb, pulling her jaw open. ‘Stick your tongue out.’ He instructed and her eyes moved to look up at him curiously.

‘W-What?’ She mumbled prompting his smirk.

‘Stick your tongue out…don’t make me say it again gorgeous…’ she did as he asked a second later and he groaned, smirking as he pressed his thumb down against it before feeling her close her lips around him. ‘Fuck…imagine how good this hot little tongue is gonna feel on my cock…you’ll suck my cock for me tonight…won’t you? You’ll be my good little girl and let me fuck this pretty little mouth, won’t you?’ She nodded quickly, Klaus noticing how she rubbed her legs together making him smile, desperate to have her rub against him instead but that may be a bit too much in the school hallway…

Her hand held onto his shirt tightly as the other held the back of his neck, making him feel that much closer to her as she pressed her lips to his. She clung to him so strongly and he loved it so much he never wanted her to let go-until that is they just had to be interrupted.

‘Mikaelson! Y/L/n! That’s Enough of That! Get In Here!’ Mr. Tanner shouted, both of them jumping-Y/n in shock as if just remembering where they were and Klaus instantly pissed off that this asshole teacher (that already entertains himself by looking down girls tops in class) thinks he gets to yell at his girl for anything. As they moved to walk to the classroom Klaus took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together and seeing her cheeks turn a bright red shade.

‘You look so cute when you blush like that.’ He whispered in her ear as they sat beside each other in the back of the room.

Klaus kept hold of her hand as Tanner went over the last chapters of Animal Farm they had read the night before. About halfway through the class Mr. Tanner passed out a paper and they all set to work on the project they had to do since finishing the story, everyone now talking which seemed to prompt Vicky to turn around and speak to them.

‘So, are you two like, a thing now? Or are you just making out in the hallway for fun?’ She wondered, turning her chair around as she pretended to work on the project. Vicky was a gossip, in fact she was probably the biggest one next to Caroline and Elena. Klaus thanked the Gods that they weren’t in this class to question them like Vicky was, one was enough.

‘Oh, um-‘

‘Yes, we’re a thing Vic.’ Klaus answered prompting another blush and a cute smile from his girl as he leaned closer to talk without prying ears. ‘Do you want to do this tonight? You can come to my house and we can hang out and finish it…you can stay if you want.’

‘That sounds great! I would love to stay, honestly I miss your hands on me already.’ Y/n admitted and Klaus groaned, about to respond when Vicky began speaking again.

‘You two are so cute together! Honestly I like it much better than you and Damon.’ She spoke to Y/n and she gasped suddenly, sitting up straight.

‘Fuck! I completely forgot! I told Damon I would go to dinner with him tomorrow night! Dammit!’ She cursed, pulling out her phone.

‘You’re not going.’ Klaus stated with a warning tone in his voice that gave Y/n a chill up her spine.

‘I’m texting him and cancelling. Relax.’

‘Relax? You said “Yes” to a date with Damon Salvatore, and you want me to relax?’ He growled, instantly jealous at the meer thought of Damon with his girl.

‘Yes, because I’m cancelling Klaus.’ Y/n finished texting before leaning closer to him and letting him feel her lips against his ear. ‘I still have your cum inside of me baby, you really think you need to worry?’ His eyes went wide instantly at that realization, his cock twitching in his pants.

‘You’re trying to kill me.’

‘Just reminding you who I belong to. I said “Yes” to that date days ago, nothing to be concerned about.’ He nodded in agreement, nuzzling closer into her neck and taking in her sweet smell.

‘You make me want to squeal you’re so cute!’ Vicky gushed, beginning to ask Y/n a million questions about how they got together-all of them knowing that no matter what she said it would be all over the school by the end of the day.

On the way out of school Klaus held Y/n’s hand in his tightly, enjoying all of the jealous stares that he got. He was used to getting stares but not in a jealous fashion. Though Klaus had to admit that the one he loved the most was Damon who was glaring at him from his 1969 Chevy Camaro. He had always hated Damon-he was a player and an asshole and in a way it felt nice to win even if he didn’t consider his girl a prize in that sense. He was determined to make sure Damon keeps his hands to himself…Klaus would make sure no one would ever put their hands on his Princess again…

‘How did it go?’ Kol asked as he saw Y/n walk into the kitchen early the next morning prompting the smirk on the girls lips.

‘It went just right. Thank you Kol, I appreciate your help, and I’m assuming you received your payment?’ He nodded though she already knew, seeing the familiar shade of purple lipstick that her best friend wears covering his neck and chest. ‘I think it goes without saying that this secret dies with us, yes? Wouldn’t want your brother or my best friend to know, now would we?’ She smirked.

‘I’m not stupid. I hope my idiot brother was worth it.’ Kol spoke, grabbing the breakfast tray he had made and leaving the kitchen to go take his new girl breakfast in bed.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she continued making breakfast for her boyfriend. Honestly Kol really was an idiot if he truly thought Y/n’s friend didn’t know exactly what the truth was, she had wanted Kol all to herself as Y/n had wanted Klaus and so they made it happen. They’ll let Kol think he was the mastermind for the rest of their lives happily, and Y/n would let Klaus think it had all been a huge fuck up that turned out perfectly for them.

Who cares if not everyone knows what really happened that day? Everyone got everything that they wanted in the end.

Honesty is overrated.

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