#so the car ride happens first and after that must be the talk?

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07

[sturnsdoll]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s (part 2)

part one here summary: your boyfriend matt deals with you after finding his brother fingering you in the restaurant bathroom.

warnings: unprotected sex, cheating, slight choking, shower sex, use of baby and sweetheart. "pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking.

the car ride home was filled with you trying to explain to your boyfriend how you'd ended up with his brother fingering you in the bathroom. although matt had set it all up, he obviously still didn't enjoy the thought of it.

he'd said nothing really for most of the drive back to your house, just telling you he didn't really wanna hear it. it felt like hours but after what was probably the most confusing and frustrating drive of your life, the two of you were finally at your house.

still in the midst of his mix of emotions, matt opened the passenger side door for you to get out. you couldn't really gauge his emotions towards you at all right now, it had you fumbling your keys like an idiot when trying to unlock the front door.

with an irritated sigh, matt ended up taking them from you and doing it himself. instantly after his shoes were taken off and stomped of the snow on the bottoms of them, he headed up to your room without another word.

you hurried to get your outside attire off and get upstairs. he had to talk at some point right? did you ruin the relatiosnship? why'd he set you up like that?

the minute you entered your room you opened your mouth to apologize to matt but he instantly spoke over you "wanna take a shower with me sweetheart?" his voice was off puttingly soft, followed by a tilt of his head as he looked you over.

you felt incaptivated by the christmas lights in the corner of your room shining off his eyes as he gave you a sweet puppy-like look. you took longer than usual to respond, feeling dumbfounded. of course you were just happy he still wanted to do something so sweet and intimate with you, he must not be that mad right?

with a hesitant nod you headed off to the bathroom with your boyfriend. shutting the door, you both stripped yourselves of your clothes and matt began running the water. you were the first one to get inside the shower, the glass of the door already fogged up.

he slipped inside the shower now too, your body's lightly grazing at the closeness of the enclosed space. the water streaming down your hair and back was warm but nothing compared to the warmth you felt when matt's hand came to your side, gently guiding you to turn around, facing away from him.

matt's arms slip around your waist slowly from behind, his mouth finding your neck, softly kissing beneath your ear. instantly relaxation and content filled you, feeling relieved at the sweet gestures, again assuming this means he can't be too angry. however it was short lived as soon as he opened his mouth. "were his hands better than mine?" matt's voice is soft and low in your ear. one of his hands slide up over your stomach slowly as he speaks.

your stomach drops a little as you realize he clearly hadn't brought you in here to just wash off. the water, his touch and the reminder of chris being knuckles deep in you earlier were all overwhelming. you lick your lips, shaking your head no in response to his question.

"no? why then?" his question confuses you. your eyebrows knit together as you respond "why what?". one of his hands slip down towards your pussy, dancing just above it tauntingly. his other hand continues up your stomach, skipping over your chest. "why'd you let him touch you?" he specifies.

you let out a frustrated sigh. how can you possibly answer that in any other way then the fact that you were beyond sexually in need earlier, matt had been torturing you all night and his brother "just happened" to come in when she was needier than she's ever been.

at your moment of hesitation, matt's slender fingers wrap around your throat, giving a light squeeze to urge an answer. contrary to the rough action, his head dips down and his lips press light kisses to your shoulder. you're about to respond anxious and unsure before you remember, he's the one who set it up. he let chris come in and touch you, so is it really all your fault? "i dunno, why'd you let him touch me?" there's a bit of irratation in your tone.

despite his attempt to stay angry, matt knows your right. you feel his lips spread into a small smile against your shoulder right before his teeth capture the skin there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. he hears you gasp, making him smirk a little as he takes his mouth off of you and brings it to your ear, placing another kiss beneath it before responding "santas not coming for a cheater" he teases playfully.

"no? well are you cumming for a cheater?..." following your snarky response, your hand slips behind you to find matt's already semi-hard dick. but you can barely graze it before his hand comes off your throat, grabbing your wrist and pinning it behind your back with a bit of force.

you wanna complain but before you can fully form what to say in your head, his middle finger slides through your folds, collecting wetness from both from the water streaming down your bodies and your own arousal. your hips are already squirming for more when his finger slides through your folds again, just barely grazing over your clit each time.

"matt.." your voice is pleading and matt adores it, but he gives no response beside beginning to suck on the skin beneath your ear. you gasp as the slight pain, his teeth sure to leave a mark behind. his finger is still just teasing along your folds, only giving enough pleasure to drive you insane.

with another annoyed sigh you try again "matt-" you're interupted by his hand releasing your wrist, only to slip around your waist again and tug you back against him. your back flush with his chest. "be nice and stop whining. i shouldn't even be touching you after you let my brother do it for me." he reminds you, but still your boyfriend wants to see you feel good. so before you can respond, his middle finger finds your clit, starting with slow and soft circles that make you bring your hand up to grab the arm that's around your waist, feeling like after the night you've had, you could probably crumble from just his voice alone, let alone his touch.

"gotta give y' somethin' he can't now" matt murmurs as he kisses at your cheek, dissapointingly sliding his hand down to your thigh, leaving your clit aching for more his attention back. you aren't dissapointed for long when matt urges your legs apart. luckily his other arm around your waist prevents you from slipping on the water beneath your feet.

you can feel his erection nudging at your thigh now. matt takes his hand off your thigh now and takes his length into his hands, his long fingers that you so desperately wish were in you begin to stroke himself gently. "y' gonna ask me nicely?" matt teases as he tauntingly slides his tip through your folds. just the slight nudge of him along your wet hole and clit have you letting out a shaky breath, trying to collect yourself, wishing you could. there isn't a second thought in your head as your hips gently push at the feeling, wishing you could just get him inside of you. though you'd be lying if you said his teasing wasn't frustratingly hot. finally speaking up "please?" your tone is ingenuine, like you just inpatiently want him to get it on with.

matt lets out an amused scoff at your half assed attempt to move things along. "chris make y' forget how to behave?" he asks as he shakes his head. his hand comes beneath your chin, using one finger to tilt your head back onto his shoulder so that you're looking up at him. just when you think he wants you to beg for him again, lips parting to speak, two of his fingers come to your lips, pressing at your mouth for entry "suck." he tells you firmly.

he has this look in his eyes as he looks down at you that can't be described in any other way than dissapointed. you instantly wanna change it, to please your boyfriend. obediently your lips wrap around his fingers. your head tilts further back onto his shoulder, your wet hair pressing against his skin as you eye him pleadingly.

as matt watches you he has to fight off a grin at how willing you seem to please him. he shoved his fingers further back on your tongue, your mouth filled with his two digits as he holds eye contact with you. too occupied by his intense gaze, you don't notice his hips moving until very abruptly his length is pushing inside of you, stretching you out. he slides himself slowly in all the way without stopping, but watching your features still as to make sure not to hurt you in any way.

your hand grips harder at the arm he has around your waist as you gasp around his fingers, eyes fluttering back a little at the sudden fullness. your usually sweet boyfriend taunts you "you know you don't deserve this right?" he says, shaking his head as he presses his fingers further back towards your throat.

your eyes brim with tears the closer his digits come to your throat, whining out a small "mhm" around them in response. matt gives you a very brief look of adoration, a small smile that lets you know his treatment is only because he knows both you and him much prefer this side of him. he needs you to be aware that despite his anger, he's mostly just playing with you.

his hips begin slowly rocking forwards, his tip fucking right up into every spot inside you it needs to. you can't believe how deep he reaches. matt's jaw falls open just a little, the softest whine leaving his lips.

both from the sound of his pretty noise as well as him being inches deep, you lowly whine around his fingers back at him, nails digging into his arm tighter now as your face scrunches up in pleasure. "that feel good?" matt asks with an amused smile as his fingers finally slip from your mouth. you're nearly drooling from having him repetitively and so slowly fill you up. "uh- huh.." you're voice is whinier than you'd like it to have been. matt clearly enjoys it, his eyes admirably flicking over your face.

matt gently interlocks his fingers with yours before your suddenly pushed forwards. both his hands slide to your wrists, pinning you to lean against the glass wall of the shower so your hips are pushed back a little better for him to fuck you.

"maybe that's why you let him touch you." matt mumbles, half talking to himself as he starts fucking into you harder now, picking up just a little speed to his pace. "cause you're so desperate? take whatever y' can get huh sweetheart?" matt's voice is painfully sweet compared to his mean words.

you whine and moan, wrists flexing in slight discomfort under his grip as you let out a breathy "no..". although he can't see your expression to gauge your pleasure, he most definetly feels it in how you're squeezing him so fucking tight.

a soft noise slips his throat again, his hips picking up the pace even more. making sure you're still comfortable, matt's thumbs slowly stroke over your wrists whilst continuing to pin them to the glass of the shower. "no? i'm sure that's not the story chris would tell me." matt sounds a little out of breath as he's also pretty lost in his own pleasure now. the way your voice gets all pitchy as you squeeze around him only feeds his need to make you both cum.

"gonna apologize t' me?" his voice barely registers in your head as his tip repeatedly abuses your cervix. "or are you fucked too dumb to respond?" his hands squeeze your wrists warningly, a bite to his tone. you finally realize he's asked you something but have no clue what. your eyes shut as you try to focus on anything besides how deep he's fucking into you "huh?" the shake to your voice makes him grin a little. "i want an apology for letting my- mmph" his voice is strained, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass is filling the room, along with water streaming "-for letting chris put his fucking hands on you" matt clarifies demandingly, not really asking.

"'m sorry.." it's all you can really think to say. his dick has your mind a haze. unsurprisingly, it isn't good enough. matt switches how he holds you, he grabs your wrists and pulls them behind your back in one hand as he tugs you up so your back is flush with his chest again, his mouth at your ear. "are you?" he questions as he lifts one of your legs up a little by your thigh so that he can get a better angle inside of your leaking pussy.

your face tilts to the side so you meet his face, your lips are brushing against one anothers "i- uh god- i am baby" your voice is shaky, interupted with small cries of pleasure. matt watches your gaze as you can barely keep it on him, completly in a daze.

"you can do better c'mon." as he urges you on, his breathing becomes more strained. he begins fucking into you slower but harder again. it's a little uneven in pace, he's close. you find it a struggle to compile words into a coherent sentance for him right now "i'm.. i'm sorry for letting chris touch me. i'm really.. fuck.." as you speak, matt can't help but be in awe of how much your struggling with talking to him. he always feels so proud when he can get you to this point, dumb off of him. "i know pretty girl, i know" his grip on you is tightened as his fore head rests down onto your shoulder.

his hips still for a second as you hear matt curse out your name. his warm liquid is being fucked into you before you even know what's happened. the feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to have your thighs begin to tremble, back arching into him in need to finish as well.

matt opts to let go of your leg and bring his hand around to the front of you to toy with your clit instead. "did chris let you cum earlier sweetheart?" matt questions as his thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves again and again and again. your hips squirm at the sensitivity, unable to respond as you shake your head no in response. "aw my poor girl." he teases you, his words and touch making a strangled moan come from your lips. he's satisfied with your reaction, his hips still gently fucking into you, very slowly softening as he rides his high out.

his lips land on your ear, voice soft, "y' wanna cum?". you instantly whine out an approving whine at the idea. matt pulls you back by your wrists roughly "i need an answer" matt demands harshly and you desperately nod "yes. yes please matt"

"then go ahead" his thumb instantly speeds up and it's all you need for your body to be pushed over the edge, almost..

really, it was your mind suddenly filling with images you knew shouldn't be there. that's what really sent you over the edge.

memories of earlier, chris's pretty fingers touching you how matt is, and fucking into you as he cradled your head against his chest in such a sweet way. the way he'd left you so needy. the stress of matt's anger towards you had blocked him out of your mind until right now, you almost wish that you could've known what it was like to have chris hold you how he wants you as he uses you, touches you.. uses you how matt does.

shit, right. your boyfriend matt.

you swear you see white as something else white begins dripping down your thighs, you barely process your body shaking, thighs clenching, breathing shaky and uneven as you come down from one of the best orgasms you've had in a long time.

you quickly push away your thoughts, you tell yourself that it's your boyfriend's touch that had made you cum so hard.

matt pulls everything completely off of you before turning you around to face him and placing a long kiss to your lips. "i love you" matt says sweetly as he reaches over to grab the soap, ready for the two of you to actually shower now.

"i love you too." and you mean it you do.. but guilt fills you as somehow find yourself feeling unsatisfied. not because matt didn't do incredible. he always does. but instead, you're unsatisfied because you have this itch now, an itch to know what chris is like beyond just quickly having tried to get you off in the bathroom. you wanna know how he'd treat you in comparison to matt, if he's soft or rough, maybe a little of both. he'd already been so good with his words earlier, fuck. the things he'd probably say to her as he fucked his brothers girlfriend..

it's an itch you'd never scratch of course.

...

or at least you'd like to think you wouldn't.

merry christmas eve/happy holidays !

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[sturnlsstuff]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | chapter two

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter one | chapter three

— warnings; smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, bratty reader, cursing, blood, knife play, mentions of murder - english isn't my first language.

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chris had a million reasons to hate you. starting from the first day you met him and his brothers, and you accidentally spilled his last pepsi. it was a small thing, didn't mean much, but it was enough for chris to know that you would cause him problems. and he was right.

he didn't like many people, he had problems with trusting them and only his close friends knew what he really was like. besides he didn't really need anyone. still, he was popular and everyone loved him, including the girls on campus. you'd always heard them bragging that they were chris's chosen ones for one night. if not them, then someone else they knew. there were only a few girls he didn't touch and you were one of them.

though chris was tolerating your friend emma, she was really kind and respectful, always minding her own business. besides, she made matt happy, what was enough for chris.

you, on the other hand, were her complete opposite. you argue, always say what you think no matter how mean it is, you don't keep it to yourself. it was like riding without brakes, and he really didn't want to be on this ride with you when the car crashes, so he always tried to stay away. even when you started to have a better relationship with his brothers, and started constantly showing up at their house, going shopping with nick or playing hogwarts legacy with matt. even in college, he'd find you randomly in nick's room or in the frat house on the couch with matt and emma. you were everywhere.

and he was always watching you, noticing the way your nose wrinkled cutely when you laughed at something nick would say. or that look you gave him when he said something you didn't like, immediately taking a deep breath, and that's when chris always knew he was screwed. once you start talking, you never shut up.

he knew that for someone who didn't like you so much, the fact that he knew a lot about you was quite...interesting. knowing what he knows, what type of person you were, he couldn't understand why you were with someone as jealous, obsessive and toxic as your ex boyfriend. before this relationship he would never call you stupid, maybe irritating, but smart in some way. however after seeing you with jake, he thought there must be something wrong with you, which made him dislike you even more. how could you not respect yourself like that? this made him believe you have to be dumb.

against his own logic, he was just a guy who liked pretty girls and unfortunately for him, you were one of them. he would never make any move towards you, god, no. but he had eyes and you were indeed attractive. sometimes he wondered what it would be like to feel your body under his or what you would look like sitting on top of him.

he never expected to experience both of these things in a situation like this.

"chris?!" he hears your voice, shock written all over your face.

you are straddling him, blood flowing down your hand where you were clutching his ghostface mask. the thing he has been hiding under for a while now. the last thing he would have expected was that not only would he finally satisfy his deeply hidden fantasy about feeling your body against his in some way, but that you would also find out about his most hidden secret.

he was fucked.

panic overpowers all of his other senses as he looks at you. chris was always able to control everything, but not this. his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. what's worse, despite this awful situation he found himself in, he felt his body reacting to your closeness, something that even he didn't expect, which brings him back to reality.

"get the fuck off me," he mutters, clearing his throat and almost making you fall when he starts getting up. you quickly compose yourself and stands up as well, taking a few steps back and holding his intense gaze.

you were unable to utter a word while he looked at your hand and then at his knife. that made him feel sick, cursing under his breath and wiping the knife on his robe before looking back at you.

"you're bleeding, y'know..." chris says, causing you to scoff. "no shit, sherlock," despite your shock and fear, you roll your eyes not wanting to give him the satisfaction of scaring you.

you look at your arm, touching the blood that was still oozing out. the wound wasn't large or deep, but enough to make you bleed.

"you cut my fucking arm."

"by accident," he mutters, then frowns. "you kicked me in the balls."

"by accident," you mock him sarcastically.

he shakes his head in disbelief at how, despite this situation and your obvious confusion, you still decided to talk back to him.

"what the fuck is this?!" you finally snap at him, pointing at his outfit and the mask in your hand, "you're dressing up as a ghostface and kill people like that? are you insane?!"

chris licks his lips slowly as he tries to control his own emotions and stay calm. he doesn't reply, what only causes the annoyance grow inside you, "i was aware you're fucked in the head, but killing people, chris?! and what, you came here to move me out of your way too?!" you-"

"jesus, shut the fuck up for once, can ya?! you don't know shit," he runs his hand through his hair, then getting annoyed at his gloves so he takes them off, throwing them on the floor. and he does the same with the rob he was wearing, now staying only in a black tank top and black pants. everything suddenly overwhelmed him.

"oh, i'm sorry, then maybe explain?" the evident sarcasm in your tone makes him take a deep breath. your eyes travel down his body before moving up to his frustrated face again. he sighs, taking a step closer and snatching his mask from your hand, putting it on the desk.

"first of all," he starts a bit calmer now, "as i said, i fuckin' hurt you by accident, so this gotta be taken care of..."

you scoff, "yeah, 'cause my arm is the most important thing here. besides don't act like you care, when you're here trying to kill me—"

"i'm not tryin' to kill you, for god's sake!" he snaps back at you again, moving around your room as if this could help him think.

this situation was terrible for him. out of all the people, you had to be the one to find out what he was secretly doing, which was putting him in some real danger. he believed you won't keep your mouth shut and he's gonna get probably arrested tomorrow morning, if he's lucky enough for you to give him one last night to sort things out. unless... he saves himself by sacrificing you, but that thought doesn't even sit right with him.

"oh, really? should i be thankful?" you roll your eyes.

"yes actually," the sarcasm in his voice only makes your anger grow, but you let him speak. "i don't wanna kill you. stop being an idiot."

"you're an idiot," you say offended, crossing your arms over your chest, causing a few drops of blood to fall on your shirt, chris's attention immediately caught.

with a roll of his eyes, he leaves your room confusing you, so you're fast to follow him. he had been to your apartment several times with his brothers on different occasions, so he knew how it was arranged. he quickly finds himself in the bathroom, starting to look for the first aid kit, while you stand in the doorway with a frown.

"what are you doing?"

"told ya, that cut needs to be taken care of," he mutters finally finding what he wanted, and turning around to face you. "sit your ass down."

but you just scoff, not moving. in a few steps, he's in front of you, trying to uncross your arms, but you almost jump away from him as if his touch burned your skin.

"so fuckin' stubborn," he sighs, holding out his hand so you could grab the first aid kit. "do it yourself," surprisingly for chris, you comply and take it from him, walking into the bathroom and starting to clean up your wound.

the bathroom remains silent for a moment, until you speak up again, "if you're not gonna add me to your list of people you've killed, then why are you here?"

"i don' have a list," he frowns, now leaning against the bathroom counter with his arms crossed, watching as you clean up the blood on your arm. "m'here 'cause i left you a gift."

the death stare that you give him in the mirror makes him stop with the jokes. he just didn't know how to cope with this situation, he was never good at dealing with things seriously.

he clears his throat, while you bandage your arm, "i was just supposed to give you the phone and leave unnoticed once you shower or somethin', but you pissed me off with your tough girl talk. so i had to make an appearance."

you turn around to face him and lean back against the sink, mirroring his position. "and why did you give me that phone?"

"i told ya already, didn't i?" he raises his eyebrow, "so you could delete this fuckass video your stupid ex recorded. and there was also some... extra."

"some extra... you mean that video with an apology?"

chris responds with a nod at your question. there were so many questions swirling around in your head, that you didn't even know where to start. you also knew that you had to choose your words carefully, so as not to scare him but to find out as much as possible.

"why don't you wanna kill me?"

"you suicidal or some shit?" he can't resist making another joke, but the look you're giving him makes him add, "do i have a reason?"

"do you have to?"

"yes," he says simply, not intending to make your little 'investigation' any easier. he was curious what other questions you'd ask him.

"i never gave you a reason?" you ask skeptically, making chris smirk.

"oh, you did. multiple times," he replies bluntly, giving you goosebumps at the thought. "i don't touch women like that."

"like that?"

"y'know i usually make them scream with pleasure, not fear."

you stare at him, blinking slowly before grimacing with disgust, making his grin widen. "oh my god, ew," you shake your head, pushing yourself off the sink and going back to your room, followed by chris. "remind me, why do i even have this conversation with you?"

"'cause you're a curious little fuck," he replies, watching as you walk towards your desk and grab his ghostface mask with curiosity written all over your face.

"so you don't kill women?"

"no."

"why not?"

"i answered that already."

"i'm asking seriously."

"and i responded seriously as well," he leans against your desk beside you, taking the mask from your hands, catching your attention back at him. "men are dickheads, so i'm only makin' them suffer."

"oh, and you know this from your own example?"

chris has to take a deep breath to keep from wiping that stupid smirk off your face. "yeah, i'm a dick, a'ight," he replies with an overly nice tone, before rolling his eyes. "but there are worse people than me."

you just eye him up and down, the skepticism visible in your expression again, while you take a few steps back from him, not liking how close you two were for a moment.

"wow, a killer with manners, who would've thought," you mutter under your nose. you could have sworn the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement, but he quickly hid it.

it's not like you thought he's the worst ever, but he definitely was one of the people you wouldn't want to be close to. you remember how when you first met him and his brothers, you tried to have a normal conversation with chris or get to know him better somehow, but he didn't give you that chance. he was nonchalant, selfish and unfortunately extremely handsome, which was making his ego bigger than his brain.

so with all of these reasons and the back and forth you two have going on, it was really easy for him to become the most annoying person in your eyes.

"so why did you kill jake?"

chris thought you won't finally ask that question you had on the tip of your tongue all this time, so he was happy to answer, "he was one of the dickheads."

"maybe give me more details, you idiot."

"y'don't need more," chris rolls his eyes. "we both know he was an asshole."

despite your reluctance, you had to agree with him, but one thing was still bothering you. chris helped you with jake and his friend at the party last night and now your ex was dead. so this made you think...

"did you do this for me?" you ask, but he just raises an eyebrow, scanning your face for a moment. the smirk on his face doesn't match the boredom you hear in his voice when he finally speaks up, "why would i? not everythin' is 'bout you, princess."

his words stir conflicting emotions within you, and for a moment the room remains silent with a strange, awkward tension.

"enough with the questions," chris says clearly fed up with your curiosity. "he deserved it, that's all."

"you think he deserved to die?"

this one sentence makes something in chris switch, and you see his bored expression turn into annoyance really fast, but not the one he always gave you when you two had the back and forth, but the one that told you that you really, really pissed him off.

he's quick to get closer, backing you up against the wall and getting you trapped between it and him. for some reason your heart starts racing, but you weren't scared at all.

"you ain't gonna be the one to call me out on shit, actin' like you give a fuck 'bout this idiot' death." he hisses through gritted teeth, "you didn't even cry. i see no sadness in your goddamn eyes, so stop pretendin' like i just didn't do you a big fuckin' favor by killin' that douchebag."

the feeling of being exposed like that arises within you, "you don't know how i feel—"

"oh please," he scoffs. "you aren't even mad that i killed him. you wouldn't be doing this whole chitchat thing with me if you were."

seeing that you want to speak again, he doesn't let you and adds, "i've seen you mad, multiple times. i've been makin' you mad constantly. so believe me when i say this little pretty expression of your annoyed face isn't what i see right now."

pretty expression? chris almost frowns at his choice of words, but you don't look like you caught it, which makes him slightly relax.

or maybe you're just good at hiding things.

the feeling that you have to deny it, that you can't give him this satisfaction grows inside you, but you are unable to say anything, realizing that chris is right.

you didn't care about your ex's death. maybe you were that heartless bitch everyone thought you were, but they weren't the ones dealing with jake and his toxicity for almost two years, day after day. they didn't have to hear the disgusting comments, this possessive jealousy. they didn't have to ask their boyfriend for hours for a permission to go out for a drink with your bestfriend, and when he finally agreed, getting a text every ten minutes accusing you of cheating on him and ruining your evening. they didn't have to experience the feeling after finding out that he was fucking a new girl behind your back, then begging for forgiveness just to do it again after a while. you were the one who experienced this and how you feel now is solely your business. no one else's. you didn't even admit to emma that you don't care about jake's death.

but chris knew.

"fuck you," you finally say without breaking eye contact. he lets out a low, mocking laugh, and points his finger at you, sticking it into your shoulder.

"you're not better than me, so stop pretendin' to be." his gaze is so intense that you almost feel small. this has never happened before and it makes you feel something...strange. "n'believe me, better for ya if you keep your mouth shut."

"or what? you gonna kill me?" you scoff, making him almost lose his mind.

"this is just a good advice."

you roll your eyes, still holding your ground, "wow so nice of you, really."

he looks at you, breathing heavily, and only then you both realize how close you are. he's pinning you against the wall, your faces are millimeters apart, both of you unaware that your hearts have just sped up at the same moment.

"i ain't jokin', princess," his voice barely above a whisper, but still intense with a mix of anger and... something you weren't able to name. "if you even try to say anythin', you're fucked."

"now you're threatening me, huh?"

despite your strong personality and the fact that you still acted all tough, you had to admit that at that moment you realized that you got yourself into a really bad situation. not only did you find out something you shouldn't have, but assuming of his reactions, chris hated you even more now.

"told ya already," he tilts his head to the side, and for a split second you could've swear his eyes dropped to your lips before moving back up. "it's just advice. from a good heart."

he waves the ghostface mask in front of your face and adds, "this? this ain't your business at all. you know what you know now, but you won't do shit 'bout it. y'know why?" he remains silent for a moment.

"'cause ya care 'bout your little friend. emma, right? and emma's with matt," he moves closer, whispering in your ear, a strange shiver runs through your body. "and matt knows 'bout everythin', sometimes even helps when shit gets bad. if you'll try snitch on me, you'll do the same to him, not only losing him as a friend, but also breakin' emma's heart." he pulls back to look at your shocked expression, the smirk back on his face, "would be a shame, don'cha think?"

you freeze, staring at him blankly and trying to process everything he just told you. his stupid smirk only made you feel more uneasy, but it was just a facade, there was still that irritation in his eyes.

chris was really desperate to make you to keep quiet. he didn't wanna do anything to you, but you were really dangerous for him now, especially with the hate you feel towards him.

"you're lying," you finally choked out, making him amused.

"oh, am i? or you jus' tryna make yourself feel better?"

"you're telling me matt knows?" the room is quiet for a moment as you two hold the eye contact, then chris responds with a nod.

"he found out himself. nick doesn't know," he anticipates your upcoming question. "and that's how it supposed to be. no one can know shit. you get me?"

you didn't know what to do but you nodded anyway, which surprised him that you complied so quickly. not that he's complaining, but you always put in more of the fight first. he scans your face, you could feel his breath on your cheek, that's how close you two still were.

"y'scared of me or some shit?" you frown at his stupid question and quickly say, "no."

but it was too quick.

"no?" he repeats mockingly, raising his eyebrow. "no," you say again, trying to sound convincing, but he just grins, throwing his mask away and taking the knife out of his pocket. you had no clue when would he even put it there, but that makes you gulp loud.

"good..." he clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, "s'good, y'know... means that you won't be scared if i do this..."

the moment he brushes your hair away from your face with his knife is causing your body to shiver again. you stand there, still trapped between chris and the wall, looking at him with wide eyes while he looks like he's having the time of his life.

"...or this..." he mutters, now brushing the hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck, and using the non-sharp side of the knife to run it down your skin to your collarbone.

the way your body started reacting to chris and his movements was completely unexpected for you. yes, you were practically frozen, but not from fear of him. it was because of what you felt at that moment. it was as if all your senses came back and helped you realize that your panties were sticking uncomfortably to your slickery folds.

he made you wet.

you were fucking turned on by all this talk, his closeness, the way he was pissed off at you and now touching you with his knife.

you prayed that he was unaware of what was happening to you. however, chris had his experience with women and the way you stay silent while he literally has his knife on you, definitely made him think. with your attitude, you would've pushed him away already and started yelling at him. but you were just letting him do it.

he wet his bottom lip with his tongue, looking down your body and back up. unfortunately for you, he noticed how your thighs were pressed together. his mind spinned.

"you, uh..." he tilts his head to the side, watching you closely. "this shit like... turns you on or somethin'?"

"what?" you choked out, the panic in your voice is telling him enough.

"oh, shit," chris laughed in disbelief with a raised eyebrow. "y'really are fuckin' crazy, huh?" his knife travels down between your breasts to your stomach. "what exactly is it, hm? the knife? the ghostface mask? me?"

you swallow and the moment his knife stops above the waistband of your sweatpants, you grab his wrist. "what?" he asks, "don't want me to find somethin'? it'd be fair like this, y'know... you know my secret, i'll know yours..."

his eyes flicker between your lips and eyes and it doesn't go unnoticed by you again. chris himself wasn't really sure what he was doing. the thought of you being affected by him like this was almost... unreal. he was intrigued. curious.

"bet you're soaked..." you cut him off, the desperation clear in your voice, "shut up."

"oh, she speaks," he says sarcastically, looking down at how tight your grip was on his wrist, your knuckles almost white, he smirked wider. "you might need a little help down there. don't ya think?"

"what?"

"you heard me," after these words, the silence between you grows with unexpected tension. the effect he had on you made you shiver, something that may have always been in the back of your mind but you never let come to light.

however, this time your control was weak and slipped away completely as your grip on his wrist loosened and you pulled away your hand, giving chris the answer he needed. you saw that he hesitated, but finally moved closer and pressed his lips into yours.

it took you a few seconds to even understand what was happening. then with a little nervousness you kissed him back. the feeling of you giving in to him made the slow, hesitant kiss suddenly more intense, his tongue running over your lower lip, as you felt his hand on the back of your neck.

kissing him was so much better than you could've imagined. not that you did...maybe a few times... maybe. probably by accident. yeah.

his lips were strangely soft for someone who was such a dick. you can hear the faint sound of the knife falling to the ground, then a moment later feel his hand on your hip, your fingers tangling into his hair. such nice hair.

he was completely lost in how good it felt, each second deepening the kiss, your tongues dancing together. then you feel his hardness against your thigh and despite your own need, it reminds you that it's chris you're kissing. the same chris who is always annoying you, is a nonchalant asshole and is someone you hate.

so you break the kiss, your hands slide down to his chest and gently push him away.

chris takes a step back, looking at you through half lidded eyes. both of you panting, the eye contact full of lust makes you immediately regretting what just happened.

"we shouldn't..." you mutter, the annoyance flickers in his expression for a moment at your words, but he hides it. "could've think of that before you kissed me back," at his answer, your cheeks creep up with heat.

he's never in his life seen you blush before. he hates himself for thinking you looked... cute.

"why the hell would you even do that?" your confusion makes him scoff and now he pulls away completely. "i can ask you the same thing," chris wasn't gonna let you blame this on him only.

you say stubbornly, "you did it first."

"doesn't matter," he mutters annoyed. "you kissed me back. y'want my reason? then tell me yours."

you seem almost offended by his words. he wanted a reason? you couldn't give him any, at that moment you couldn't think about anything other than the ache between your legs and his closeness. and you couldn't admit that kissing him and more, was something you thought about sometimes when you were lying alone in your room in the middle of the night.

"there's no reason," you mutter finally, getting another scoff in response.

"of course," he rolls his eyes. "s'whatever anyway. not like it was supposed to mean shit."

that kiss definitely didn't mean anything, you didn't even care. you both got carried away and did something you shouldn't have done.

but the fact was, that you both did like the kiss, and you were both turned on at that moment. he was angry with himself for even thinking about doing something about it, for you both to—

you, on the other hand, got scared how real it was getting when you felt his boner against your thigh. it freaked you out, that he was the one to made you wet, and that you wanted him to help you out.

chris could see it on your face now, the annoyance at yourself that he was turning you on, which made him pissed off for some reason.

"yeah, just moment of weakness," you cross your arms across your chest, looking away, almost trying to escape the intensity of his blue eyes.

he stares at you for a moment, clenching his jaw, "definitely. s'not like i want you anyway."

your gaze immediately comes back to him, feeling the anger bubbling up inside you while he grabs his stuff, shoving the knife into his pocket. "yeah, your pants tight?"

he huffs at your blunt sarcasm, "your panties wet?"

the look you give each other is so sharp you're sure it would cut through the air if it could.

"fuck you," you say. chris grins at that, though it doesn't reach his eyes, "bet you wanna."

you had to clench your hands into fists to hold yourself back from grabbing something and throwing at him, "really i do not."

"right," he nods, walking towards the door. looking over his shoulder, he shows up the ghostface mask, "one word 'bout it and s'gonna be bad for ya."

"just fucking go already."

and he does. not even a minute later you hear the front door slamming shut. you're fast to leave your bedroom and go lock them, making sure he actually left.

you stand there for a moment, resting your back against the cool wood, running your finger across your lips. then you grimace at the discomfort you felt between your legs, desperate for friction.

"what the actual fuck?"

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[moonstruckme]

HI MAE!!! HAPPY 7k 🩷🩷

can i please do a blueberry muffin from your bake sale??? I always wanted a part two to your drabble for the emt!marauders with a reader who gets vertigo. I still for the comfort of how it'll be the car ride to the hospital with the boys comforting the reader just like int he first part. the drabble ended too soon 🫶🏻

nevertheless, you totally degree this milestone!!!

Thank you lovely!

part 1

cw: severe dizziness, mention of vomiting

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 497 words

You’ve decided not to make any more sounds. Your moaning and groaning was only worrying the boys, and if you can’t control anything else you can control that. Still, as slow as Remus tries to make the next turn, you can’t help your soft intake of air. Your head keeps turning long after the car has straightened out. 

“I know,” Sirius murmurs in reply to your little gasp. His voice is weighed down with sympathy. 

You’ve figured out that the cold of his hands helps, so he keeps pressing them to your forehead, your temples, your neck. On your other side, James is doing his best to keep you from moving with his arm around your shoulders. You’re holding your neck ramrod straight for the same purpose. You can feel the stitching of the seats where your fingers are pressed harshly to them, though in your vision the car is only a smear of gray interior and a deep blue out the windows. You guess by the color that it must be early morning. 

“I’ve got a bag,” James reminds you. “Let me know if you think you need it, yeah?” 

Your answering hum is wobbly. Sirius moves his hands to your cheeks. 

“Are you feeling any better, sweetheart?” Remus asks. You can picture him looking into the rear view mirror, and you and then at the other boys. You wonder what faces they’re making in silent answer. “Can you see at all?” 

“A little bit,” you lie. 

Sirius makes a soft sound, low in his throat. He strokes his thumb over your cheekbone. “Don’t downplay it for us,” he chides, about ten degrees gentler than his usual admonishments. “We can’t help you as well if we don’t know how bad it is, baby.” 

You press your lips together, hard, clamping them between your teeth, but you’re sure your boyfriends can see the tears you’re holding back regardless. James kisses your hair. 

“It’s okay,” he says. “We can talk about all that when we get there, yeah? You’re alright.” 

A quiet whimper slips out of you, two tears blinking out of your eyes one after the other. 

“You are, angel.” James seems desperate to reassure you. Sirius’ hands move to press over your collarbones, firm and grounding. “You’re okay. We’re gonna make it better, my love.” 

“Once we’re there, we’ll try not to move you around hardly at all, dove, alright?” Remus chimes in. “We’ll get you settled and checked out, and the worst thing that can happen is you end up sitting still and waiting this out. No more driving or walking or anything like that until you’re feeling better.” 

“Okay,” you manage to squeak out in reply. 

“Oh, my sweetheart.” James sounds nearly on the brink of tears himself, and you think you feel Sirius reach across you to rub his leg even as they’re both comforting you. 

“I know.” Sirius kisses your temple. “I know, baby. We’ve got you.” 

That, you can believe in.

[fkinkindagauche]

Somebody Has to Arrange the Matches

This is a prompt fill for @steddiebingo Round One, prompt "Dustin Henderson". Full fic on AO3.

Rating: Explicit | WC: 5,398 | CW: None | Tags: Dustin Henderson parent trap, gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington speed runs his sexuality crisis, first kiss, mutual pining, friends to lovers, frottage

Summary: Dustin is adamant that Eddie Munson deserves to find love, after all he's been through. Once Dustin figures out some things about Eddie, he gets to work making it happen.

divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Eddie was being cagey again.

It had become Dustin's personal mission now that Eddie was out of the hospital to get the man a girlfriend. As far as Dustin could tell from his probing questions to the Corroded Coffin guys, Eddie had never had a girlfriend, which was honestly shocking to Dustin. Sure, Eddie could be pretty over the top, but everyone liked him. And it wasn't like he was ugly. So he must just be too shy or something. Dustin wanted to help.

Dustin currently had him cornered in Gareth's garage, away from the rest of the group. They'd just finished a D&D session at Gareth's house, with a Corroded Coffin practice scheduled after. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will were waiting for Steve to pick them up before the practice started. Dustin was doing his utmost to get Eddie to go out with one of Robin's band geek friends, but Eddie was resisting all of his attempts.

"Henderson, no." Eddie sounded exactly like Steve did after Dustin had asked for a ride about ten times, trying to get a no to magically change to a yes. "I'm not going to ask Veronica out."

"Why not?" Dustin asked, voice raised. "She's a huge nerd, she flirts with you, like, non-stop, and she's hot."

Eddie sighed. "I'm just not into her."

Dustin groaned, tugging his hands through his hair in frustration. "Are you into anyone? Every time I bring someone up, you shoot the option down."

"Well, I don't like your options, bud. They're not good options."

"That's objectively false!" Dustin yelled. "Most guys would kill for some of the options I've presented!" Why did Eddie have to be like this?

"How can it be objectively false?" Eddie shot back. "It's literally my opinion. The definition of subjective."

Dustin glared at him. He hated when Eddie tried to outsmart him. He hated how often it worked. Steve drove up just as Dustin was opening his mouth for a rebuttal.

"Thank the fucking Lord," Eddie muttered. "Please take this young whippersnapper off of my hands before I kill him," Eddie yelled to Steve when he got out of his car.

"Oh, great," Steve said. "Can't wait to spend the next 15 minutes with a feisty Henderson in my car."

God, they were both such turds sometimes. Dustin sighed loudly and stomped over to Steve's car. "This isn't over, Munson!" he called over his shoulder. Eddie flipped him off in response.

He grabbed the passenger seat before Mike, Lucas, or Will even made it to the car, much to their chagrin. Steve chatted with Eddie for a few moments, Eddie leaning into his space as per usual, slinging an arm over Steve's shoulder.

Dustin leaned over and honked the horn.

"Really, Dustin?" Steve yelled, hands on his hips.

"Some of us have places to be!" Dustin yelled back.

"Where do you have to be?" Lucas asked from the backseat.

Dustin shrugged. "It's the principle of the thing."

Steve spent a few more moments talking to Eddie, probably just to piss Dustin off, then came back to the car.

Dustin gave Steve 30 seconds to adjust, watching the time tick by on his watch. He'd been told off one too many times for immediately starting an interrogation, so this was his compromise with the world. As soon as his watch hit the 30 second mark, he started in.

"So why doesn't Eddie ever date anyone?" Dustin asked, talking over whatever conversation Mike and Will had been having in the back.

Steve glanced at Dustin with a confused expression on his face. "What?"

"From the intel I've gathered, Eddie's never had a girlfriend," Dustin said. "He turns down all of my suggestions for potential dates. But if anyone deserves a girlfriend, it's him. He's, like, a hero. I want to help him find his Suzie."

"Excuse me, what am I? Chopped liver?" Steve interjected. "Why aren't you trying to find me a girlfriend?"

Dustin rolled his eyes. "You've had a million girlfriends, Steve. Give some of the other poor dudes a chance."

"Yeah, Steve. You're kind of hogging the eligible young women of Hawkins," Mike piped up from the back seat.

"I haven't had a girlfriend since Nancy," Steve protested.

"But you do still get around," Dustin insisted.

"Whatever, man." Steve shook his head. "Why don't you let Eddie do his own thing? Maybe he's just picky."

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, not responding. Steve was wrong. Eddie deserved his own Suzie. And Dustin wasn't going to give up on helping him find her.

"So I saw this girl the other day at the arcade," Dustin started. He and Eddie were at the trailer, painting some miniatures. It was his mom's night working late, and Dustin had started spending it with either Eddie or Steve on alternating weeks.

Eddie groaned. "Not again, Henderson. Can't we go, like, one day without this shit?"

"But Eddie! I think you'd really like her. She had a mohawk. Dyed pink. And her nose was pierced."

Eddie dropped his head into his hands, smearing some red paint on his cheek. He stayed that way for a few moments, quieter for much longer than usual. Dustin worried for a moment that he might have broken him. When Eddie finally looked up, his face was serious in a way it almost never was. He reached out for Dustin's hand.

"Dustin. I'm about to tell you something, and you cannot freak out about it. And you can't tell anyone else about it, either. Am I clear?" Usually, Dustin would have thought a joke was coming after an intro like that from Eddie. But he seemed completely earnest this time, so Dustin actually considered what he'd asked.

"What about Suzie?" Dustin asked. "Can I tell Suzie?"

Eddie sighed. "Yeah, you can tell Suzie."

"Alright," Dustin said. "I agree to your terms. No freak out, no telling anyone other than Suzie."

Eddie nodded. "Okay." He took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm gay, Dustin."

It took Dustin a second for his brain to parse what he'd just heard. Eddie. Heavy metal band member, dungeon master Eddie.

"I'm sorry, you're what?" Dustin squeaked. He must have misheard.

"I'm gay," Eddie repeated. "Queer, fruity, a homo, a friend of Dorothy, a fairy. I like men. That's why none of your options have sounded remotely appealing to me. That's why I've never had a girlfriend."

Dustin sat back in his chair, stunned. A lot of things were making sense now.

"Oooookay," Dustin said, nodding. So now he had to find Eddie a boyfriend. More difficult, but he liked a challenge. "So what's your type? We can find you a boyfriend."

Eddie barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. He looked relieved. "Are you serious? That's your only question, what's my type?"

"Of course that's not my only question, who do you think I am?" Dustin was a little offended. "That's just my most pressing question."

"I think this is the best response I've gotten so far to coming out," Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

Dustin felt pretty good about that. "Well? Are you gonna answer?"

Eddie chuckled. "I should've known this wouldn't make you give up your weird crusade." He pulled a few strands of hair in front of his mouth, chewing on the ends while he thought. "My type? I'm not totally sure, honestly, haven't had much of a chance to find out, living in Hawkins. I guess probably my height or maybe shorter, but not much taller. On the masculine side of things, almost the jock physique. Hairy. Brunette."

Dustin nodded after each characteristic, mentally taking note. "Those are all physical things. What about personality?"

Eddie had to think a little harder about that one, looking into the distance. "Um. Kinda goofy, I guess? Not too macho. Sense of humor." Eddie trailed off and looked at Dustin sharply. "Henderson, if you go around asking the men of Hawkins if they're queer so you can try to find a date for me, you're gonna get beat to shit."

Dustin held up his hands. "You really think I'm that stupid? Give me some credit here, Eddie."

"You have a track record of failing to read the room, man," Eddie pointed out.

That absolutely wasn't true. Dustin was very tactful. He could be quite subtle when he wanted to be. Eddie just never got to see that side of him.

"I'll be careful," Dustin insisted. "I'm not gonna ask anyone if they're gay."

"Alright," Eddie said, but he didn't look convinced. Dustin would show him.

The idea hit Dustin the next week, when he was spending his mom's late work night with Steve. They were out by the pool, and Steve's hairy chest was on full display, with all of its muscles. Dustin had Suzie, and she didn't want him to be muscular, but sometimes when he saw Steve's chest he couldn't deny the twinge of jealously.

Hairy. Muscular jock physique. Something was tickling at the back of Dustin's mind. Brunette. What was that? About as tall as Eddie.

Oh shit. Dustin dropped his Dr. Pepper as Steve yelled "COWABUNGA" and did a cannonball into the water. Kinda goofy.

It was Steve. Eddie had basically been describing Steve. Did Eddie even know? Had he been secretly pining after Steve this whole time? Or was it still subconscious?

Holy shit. But Steve liked girls. How was Dustin gonna make this work? Did he need to find a Steve doppelganger somewhere who was gay?

Steve popped out of the water, shaking his hair. He looked up at Dustin and the Dr. Pepper spilled all over the patio. "Everything alright there?" Steve asked. "You look like you saw a ghost."

Dustin nodded. "I- I'm good. Everything's fine!"

Steve shrugged and dove back under the water.

Dustin did some research over the next few days. If he was going to find a gay Steve doppelganger for Eddie, he needed to understand the culture - where he could find other queer people, the types of phrases they used to identify each other without being too blatant, that kind of stuff.

He tried finding books at the library, but came up empty-handed and probably on some sort of list the librarian kept of degenerates. So he had to resort to asking Eddie where he got all his information.

"Why do you wanna know?" Eddie asked with a suspicious glare.

"I just wanna understand you, man!" Dustin insisted, putting on his most innocent expression. "You're my friend, I wanna know what's going on with you."

Eddie reluctantly handed Dustin some zines he'd picked up in Indianapolis. "None of the raunchy stuff," Eddie said. "I'm not getting arrested for dealing gay pornography to minors."

Dustin made a disgusted face. "You could have just… not told me you even had raunchy stuff."

Eddie shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?"

Dustin spent hours that night poring over the zines, learning the lingo. He discovered an incredibly interesting fact in one of the zines - the existence of bisexuality. You could like both men and women. You didn't have to be either gay or straight.

This fact blew Dustin's mind, and the seeds of a different plan took root. What if Steve was bisexual, and he didn't even know it? That would be the easiest, most logical solution to the Eddie problem. Steve was Eddie's type; so what if Eddie was also Steve's type?

He talked about it with Suzie the following evening. She'd been shocked to learn that Eddie was gay. Mormons weren't exactly accepting of homosexuality. But she'd always played a little fast and loose with certain aspects of Mormonism, so Dustin was able to bring her around to the idea eventually.

"I don't know, Dusty Buns," she said as they were discussing his idea about Steve. "I don't think you can just make someone be bisexual."

"I'm not gonna make him be bisexual," Dustin insisted. "I'm just gonna try to show him that he already is."

"But what if he isn't?" she shot back.

"Then I'll go back to the doppelganger plan," he said with a sigh. "But I have to try. This is the simplest solution. Occam's razor."

"Dusty Buns, you know you're not using that correctly right now," Suzie scolded.

Dustin sighed. She never let him get away with anything.

Dustin paid a lot more attention to Steve and Eddie's interactions over the next few weeks. Now that he knew Eddie was gay, he couldn't believe he'd missed the signs pointing to his crush on Steve.

Eddie gravitated to Steve like a moth to a flame. It was like he had some sort of Steve-related sixth sense, his head immediately turning toward Steve whenever the man walked into a room.

He was a tactile guy with everyone, but whenever Steve was around, it was always Steve that Eddie was touching. Every time Dustin looked at the two of them, Eddie had a hand somewhere on Steve - slung around his shoulders, resting on one of his arms, brushing against one of his legs to get his attention.

Steve didn't seem to mind at all. He leaned into the physical contact, touching Eddie back almost as often as he was touched. They smiled at each other all the time. They got each other drinks and snacks and just in general acted like a goddamn couple. How had Dustin missed this?

He was gonna need to accelerate his timeline. These idiots needed to get together ASAP.

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[storiesfromafan]

Protector - Benny x Plus!Size Reader

A/N: possibly not the post most are waiting for. I've taken some time off writing too much, so I don't get burnt out 😅

I wrote this a week ago, and revised it today. Hopefully it's alright..

Previous: Insecurities, I Want All Of You (18+), Mini Dress (18+)

Warning/s: mention of fighting, possible spelling/grammar mistakes

Since being Benny's girl, you’ve only seen a sweet, caring side of him. How the man thinks of you, pushes you so that you can see how great you are. And you were slowly believing him. This man has a way of switching off the negative voice in your head. Along with other things he does with his hands, mouth and other appendage that turns off your brain completely.

Benny is the first and only man to make you feel seen and heard. When he watches you as you speak, it’s like the man is hanging on every word. Or how he walks confidently beside you, along with sitting with his arm around your shoulder or waist. He might come off as possessive, but it was Benny's way of keeping you safe. And he did everything to make sure you were safe and secure. As he says a man must look after, and protect what’s his.

Like right now, at a local car show. Johnny deciding the Vandal's would take a ride and make an appearance. The bikers weren’t warmly welcomed by the general public. But the other biker clubs acknowledged you all. Currently you were sitting with a bunch of the Vandal women on a blanket and deep conversation. You were all swapping stories and laughing. Yet your gaze would drift to Benny, as he stood with Johnny, Brucie and a few other Vandal's drinking and talking.

The way he stood there in those dirty white jeans of his, black t-shirt hanging off his upper body, and his denim vest sporting his colours. The way he would take a sip from his beer bottle while listening to whatever was being said, a deep blank look on his beautiful face. It caused butterflies to swarm your stomach, and a heat to light in your lower regions. How did you get so damn lucky? He chased you, you told yourself.

Of course after few of the women noticed your wondering eyes, they began to tease you about it. You of course blushed, embarrassed to have been called out. But it was all in good fun. That turned the conversation on you and Benny. You answered their questions as best you could. All you could confirm for them was that you and Benny were together, he treated you well and was pushing you out of your comfort zone.

You weren’t sure what happened or how it started, but the sound of yelling and then a tussle caught your ears. Kathy called your name as she pointed over to where Benny had been. Turning around you found where the noise was coming from, two men were throwing punches and on the ground. And one of those men was your Benny. Quickly you and the women got up, you moved fast to cross the space, before you could get too close Johnny put an arm out to stop you.

“Best not to get close, sweetheart” Johnny stated. “Let him get it out of his system, alright?”

You couldn’t say anything to that. All you could do was watch in shock as Benny whaling on a random guy, who looked to not even be a part of any biker club. Falling to the ground, both men rolled around before Benny got on top of him. The way he laid into the guy, fist after fist landing into the man’s face, shocked you. This was a new side of Benny, one you weren’t sure you liked. But you would wait to make your mind up after discussing it with him. You needed to know the context of why they ended up in a fight.

The next blow that Benny landed had a crack sound, which you guessed meant he’d broken the man’s nose. “T-this has to stop" you pleaded with Johnny. “I-I think he broke his nose".

Johnny, now getting concerned, called to Wahoo and Corky. He told them to separate the men on the ground. Both Vandal's moved quickly, Wahoo wrapping his arms under Benny's arms and pulled him back. While Corky checked the guy on the ground, happy to know he was breathing, he moved to help drag off a bucking Benny, desperate to get free. You looked to Benny, but went to check on the guy, at Johnny's request. As you were a nurse after all.

While beside the man, who was moaning and groaning, you could hear Benny calling out. You couldn’t make out what he was saying clearly, but from the sounds of it, it had something to do with you. Confused and unsure of the whole situation, you tended to the man. But he needed more medical attention then you could give, so you fixed him up enough so that his friends could get him to a hospital.

With that seen to, you slipped away to clean your hands and take a moment to wrap your head around as much of this as you could. Kathy went with you to the restrooms, saying she couldn’t believe that happened and wondered what caused it. You agreed, wanting to know what triggered Benny. With hands washed and feeling less frazzled, you both made your way back to the group, and Benny. Who was sitting on the grass, taking a swig of a beer Johnny had handed him.

Of course Johnny was talking to him, no doubt wanting to understand what happened. Yet Benny didn’t talk to him, he just sat there with this dark look upon his face. As you and Kathy drew closer, Benny looked to you. His stormy blues focused on you and you alone. Kathy noticed this and decided to head back to the girls, and you were fine with that. When you stepped up next to Johnny, the older man chose to leave the man on the grass in your hands.

And then it was just you two. You looked around, and fair number of eyes were looking to you both but mostly your man. They were whispering about what had happened, and this would only make the Vandal's less favoured. You got down and took a seat next to Benny, who watched you as he continued to drink. You could see how his knuckles were split and the blood almost dried, and would be bruise nicely. Along with his face, which already started to discolour. Spotting a water bottle and some cloth, no doubt from Johnny wanting Benny to clean his hands, you grabbed them both and made sure he could see you with them.

“Can I clean your knuckles, please?” Your voice was soft and calm, hoping it was soothing.

Benny didn’t say a word, just moved the bottle into his other hand while presenting you the first hand to clean. You tipped some water over the broken skin, blood and some grass washed away. You then dabbed the cloth over the split skin, gently you made sure it looked better than before. With that, Benny swapped hands and you did the same as what you’d just done. You wanted to say something, question him but were unsure of how to word it. Once done you put both items to the side, and then turned back to Benny.

“So...what happened back there?” You finally asked, first thing to come to mind.

Benny remained silent, brooding and acting like a wounded puppy.

You sighed. “Do you have anything to say?”

 Finally he spoke up, voice gruff and low. “He was asking for it”.

You blinked. “For a beat-up?”

“Yeah” he said like the most obvious thing in the world.

“Care to elaborate on what happened? Why you beat him up?” You watched Benny, studying his body language to your question. He sat there a little stiffly, almost a little embarrassed really.

He shrugged, muttering something you couldn’t hear.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that" you stated, looking at him in confusion.

Benny sighed. “He disrespected you" he began, putting down his beer bottle. “He walked past with his friend, he was lookin’ at you and made...comments about ya. They both laughed. I saw red, and...yeah, ya know the rest".

You slowly nodded, processing his words. “W-what did he say?”

Benny looked to you with wide puppy dog eyes, begging to not ask him that question. But you needed to know. What was it that made him beat the guy up so badly? Sure, you’ve heard most of the words people call you. But for Benny to snap like he did, it had to be bad, right?

“Baby, ya don’t need to know" Benny retorted.

“I know...but I want to know" you countered.

Once more he sighed, you could see it in his eyes. How he was fighting to keep it to himself. But you took one of his hands in yours, gently rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. You told him it was fine, you could handle it.

Benny nodded. “He called you a whale...” you could hear the anger in Benny's voice. “And how you shouldn’t have been let out in public...how disgustin’ people like you were...” – he paused, calming himself before going on – “that any man who has ya would be, should be embarrassed. Because...a fat woman like you is an eyesore...”

It was silent between you both after that. You were processing what Benny recalled the guy saying. It wasn’t the first time you’d been called such a names, nor would it be the last. Yet you had never had such hate thrown at you. But after being around a bunch of people who have been so nice and accepting, it was a shock to hear such words. Benny removed his hand from your hold before wrapping his arm around you, drawing you to him. He kissed your temple, resting his lips there for a moment.

“He’s wrong, ya now that..." Benny muttered against your skin. “People like him are the worst...thinkin’ so terribly about others. They do it just to make themselves feel better".

You grasped his t-shirt and buried your face into his chest. Hearing Benny say that made your heart skip a beat. This man stood up for you, put a guy in hospital because of how cruel and disrespectful he had been to you. If you weren’t smitten by Benny before, you were now. He definitely was protecting what was his.

Pulling back you smiled up at your man, “thank you for standing up for me".

A mirroring smile formed on Benny's lips. “Always will for you, baby".

You moved closer, straightening up as you kissed his lips. Mindful of the forming bruises. Benny on the other hand, he didn’t care, he was the one to kiss you back tenfold. Yes, he was protective of you. You were his girl after all. No one would disrespect you, he’d make sure of it. Or else they’d meet his fists.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 3

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Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A week passes in a tense slog. Barrett continues his pandering penance and you wallow in irritation. You want to put it behind you. You want to get past it but every time you do, it just happens again.

If this was the first time, it would be easy but you’ve lost count of all the times you’ve had this fight. 

Your menial office work does little to distract. It only allows you to think about all the bullshit. The way Barrett dismisses everything you do and has to list of everything you don’t. The way he can’t see his own flaws or how you’ve never once rubbed his nose in them like a dog.  

Is it passive or weak or just acceptance? You can’t say. You just always put up with it.  It’s just easier not to make an issue of every little thing. Problem is, now it’s a big thing. 

When you come home, you’re worn out but you still have work to do. Dishes, tidying, cooking. Even your weekends don’t allow you must rest. You need to sort through the bills and go get groceries. All along the way, he’s in the way. You’re not sure he’s trying to help, more so trying to force his way to forgiveness. 

You grab a bundle of reusable shopping bags from the cupboard overflowing with them. It only took about a hundred of the things to start remembering to take them with you.  

As you shut the cupboard, Barrett’s on the other side of the oven. Watching and waiting. He’d be a lot more help if you didn’t have to tell him what to do. You forgot a mug and to him, that’s high crime, but he can’t remember to pay the power bill without six texts on the due date. 

“So... what’s going on today?” He smiles. 

It used to be that that smile made you melt. It would make all your troubles flutter away like butterflies. Now it’s just another irk. 

“Groceries.” You wave the fistful of bags. 

“Oh, cool, want me to come?” 

You nearly scoff. Every weekend you ask and every weekend he’s too busy. His pals want him to jam in their garage band or go fishing down at some dirty river. Another tick on the wrong side of the Pros-Cons list. 

“Sure,” you shrug. It’s easier to just let him come along. You don’t need another argument and you could use the extra hands. 

You shove the bags into the folded shopping cart and put your shoes on. He toddles behind like a lost child. You’re repress a glare as you grab your keys and purse. You’re going to have to talk this out sooner than later our you’re really going to hate him. 

He follows you out to the bus stop and you wait in silence. You had a car but it broke down last year. Ever since, he gets a ride off his coworkers or friends and you flash your bus pass. It’s cheaper than leasing a car, even a used one. 

You don’t know what stresses you out more; thinking about all the stuff he does or just thinking about your life. You get on the bus and sit near the back. He reaches over to grab your hand. You wince but don’t pull away. 

“Nice day,” he says. 

“Mhmm,” you grumble. 

His attempt at small talk doesn’t go much further. You get off at your stop and walk the block to the grocery store. You unfold your shopping cart and pull out your list. Barrett grabs a bag of gummy bears and dumps them in the cart. 

“Those aren’t on the list,” you say. 

“I know but it’ll be a nice treat for later. We’ll have some tonight after dinner.” 

“Oh, alright.” 

You factor in the extra cost and mentally cross off the avocado from the list. You can go without. You roll through the produce section and work your way down the list. Barrett trails behind you. 

You stop in the cereal aisle to grab a bag of oatmeal. As you stand, you flinch and cry out at a surprise peck on your cheek. Barrett puts his arm around your shoulder as he presses his lips against you. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

“Baby, giving you a kiss.” You look at him and he grins, “I miss you. I love you. I’m tryna be better, honey.” 

“In the grocery store?” You challenge. 

“It’s cute.” 

“Mm, it’s... let’s wait ‘til we get outta here. It’s starting to get busy.” You glance around at the other customers, hoping none of them noticed his little act. “How about you go grab some drumsticks? Flyer says they’re on sale.” 

“Oh, I can do that. Be right back!” He proclaims. 

He shuffles off and you shake your head and turn back to the shelves. The store brand on discount is all out. You hiss in disappointment. You search the rest of the selection. That’s the cheapest on the shelf and you really can’t stretch the extra dollar. 

You look up at the overstock along the top. It’s right up there but you’re just too short to reach. You give a poor attempt then stand flat on your feet. You peer up and down the aisle. You could find an employee. 

“Need some help?”  

You turn to face the stranger and give a start. They aren’t so strange after all. You know him. Well, not know-know him. Everyone in the city knows Steve Rogers, the Captain America. 

“Uhhh...” 

“What’s your brand?” He asks. “They don’t run restock until before closing. I usually come then, less busy but I got... ha, sorry, I’m rambling. What can I grab for you?” 

You lick your dry lips and glance at the shelf. You appreciate the help but telling Captain America that you need the cheapest bag on the shelf isn’t exactly dignified. You point to the price tag on the shelf and he reaches on his toes to grab the edge of the box on the top. He wiggles out a bag and stands flat. 

“Here,” he offers it with a handsome smile. “You know, it’s made at the same factory as the regular brand.” He taps the back of the bag, “exact same address. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re from the same lot.” 

“Oh, well, er... thanks,” you take the oats and put them in your cart. 

“No problem. Sometimes being a hero isn’t very glorious. Sometimes it’s just reaching the top shelf.” 

You force a chuckle. You’re sure the Cap’s life is all sunshine and rainbows. Must be a real ego boost to help the little people. 

“Well, I appreciate it, Captain.” 

“Steve,” he smirks and stares. Your lower your brows and look behind you. Is he looking at someone else? 

“Oh, of course. I should go find my husband.” You roll around him and try to shake off the awkward encounter. You look down at your list as you stop at the end of the aisle. 

“Hope he’s not lost...” Steve calls after you. He says your name and you crane to look at him. You meet his gaze and blanch. He turns and struts off without another word. 

You turn back to your path and slowly leave the aisle. How did he know your name? You replay the interaction and try to recall giving it but you can’t. Well, you’re not exactly thinking straight right now. It’s nothing. You’re just stressed. 

[ladysharmaa]

Wild Hearts

Jasper Hale x original character

Summary: When a new girl arrives at Forks, she seems to catch Jasper Hale's attention. However, he and his family are hiding a secret. What they don't know is that Evelyn has a secret of her own

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Evelyn had taken the news that she and Jasper were mates surprisingly well. However, she had asked the vampire to take it slow and not to rush things. Jasper had accepted without a second thought; all he wanted was for Evelyn to be happy. He would wait hundreds of years for her if need be.

But the two had grown much closer. They exchanged small, innocent touches, were always glued together when they were together, and none of this went unnoticed by the rest of the school. The girls looked at Evelyn with envy, both for having caught Jasper's attention and for her mythical beauty, while the boys glared at Jasper with anger. The vampire was quick to return the glare and pull the dark blonde closer to him.

Evelyn had also spent more time at the Cullens' house. Jasper invited her over every day, and although he said it was because he always missed her, she knew that one of the reasons was also because he didn't like the conditions of her house. But she really liked her place, since it was the first time she lived alone. Always living in the demigod camp, she had to share her cabin with six other daughters of Aphrodite. Although they were very close friends, arguments always ended up happening.

Something else had also changed in Forks. Apparently they were going to receive a new student, Chief Swan's daughter. Once the man gave her a ride, he told her how happy he was to have his daughter living with him again after so many years apart.

That morning, it was Jasper who picked her up at home so they could go to school together. She was just putting on her boots when the doorbell rang.

"The door is open!" she shouted to the person on the other side, who she knew was Jasper as she heard his car pull up.

"Darling, how many times do I have to tell you to lock the door?" the vampire sighed and scratched the tip of his nose in exasperation. "It's dangerous, someone might come in."

"I knew it was you." She rolled her eyes at Jasper's protectiveness.

He saw her pull on her coat and point to the door, indicating that they should go. However, the boy motioned with his fingers for her to come closer to him. When she did, Jasper pulled her coat up tight, and grabbed a scarf from the coat rack and wrapped it around Evelyn's neck, making sure she was warm.

"We need to get you more warm clothes. Your cheeks are still rosy right now." he teased, seeing the demigod's gaze locked on him.

Their faces were extremely close, and Evelyn could feel herself blushing even more. Her eyes flicked down to Jasper's lips, which were forming a smirk, and back up to his eyes again.

She cleared her throat. "Must be the cold. We should go to school. And wipe that proud smile of your face."

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When they arrived at school, everyone was talking about Bella Swan. Evelyn hadn't had the chance to meet her yet, but she made a point of introducing herself. Charlie had talked about Bella so much that Evelyn felt like she already knew her.

After a tiring morning, where Evelyn luckily had a few classes with Jasper and Rosalie, she and the Cullen family headed to the cafeteria. Alice was telling her about a new one that had opened in Seattle, while Lucas complained to Jasper about Evelyn stealing Alice's attention from him.

The blond vampire just laughed and put an arm around Evelyn's waist. Lucas took the opportunity to pull the little vampire towards him and make her spin a little as they entered the cafeteria, where the other students of the school were already gathered.

At a table, Evelyn saw her friends with the famous Bella. From Jessica's position, all leaning forward, she knew they were in gossip mode.

"Who are they?" Bella questioned, watching the Cullens walk with an inhuman grace, their skin as pale as chalk and their eyes as amber. Beside them, a girl who was not so pale, with a healthy brown skin, eyes as clear as the sky and who had a natural beauty that made all the heads present turn to her.

"The Cullens." Angela answered. "And that's Evelyn, she's our friend."

"Yes, she moved here at the beginning of the year. She's very nice, you'll like her." Jessica continued. "But she attracted the attention of the Cullens, and since then she's glued to Jasper, the boy who's been sending glares to everyone who dares to look at Eve."

"Don't be like that, Jess. Eve is friends with them, but she always makes time for us. Just yesterday we all went out together." Angela rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, they're Doctor and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago. They're all together. Like, together together. The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett, they're a thing. I'm not even sure if that's legal."

"I don't know how you get along with those people, Evie." Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"What are they saying now?" Evelyn sighed, grabbing Jasper's arm affectionately. As much as she adored Jessica, she had a tendency to get too involved in other people's lives.

"The little dark-haired girl, Alice, she's really weird." Jessica continued, pointing at the vampire. "She's with Lucas. They're very different, he seems to be more shy while Alice is outgoing. Then, you have Jasper and Evelyn. They're kind of the hottest couple, even though Eve tells us several times that they're not dating."

"Yet." Angela giggled.

"Yup, I give it like two weeks. Everyone is so jealous of them." she said, watching them pass by their table. Evelyn stood on her tiptoes, and gave Jasper a light kiss on the cheek, leaving him to go to the Cullens, who sat at the farthest table while Evelyn sat with her friends.

"Let me guess, you guys are gossiping." Evelyn interrupted their conversation, sitting down next to Bella.

"Obviously." Jessica nodded amused.

"Hi, I'm Evelyn. And you must be Bella?"

"Yes, it's nice to meet you." The girl stammered a little.

She had realized why she had captured everyone's attention. Her face seemed to have been carefully constructed, her lips were full and pink, and her eyes a very clear blue. In addition, she seemed to always have a smile on her face. Bella couldn't find a single flaw.

Evelyn smiled, Bella and her father were both socially awkward. "Nice to meet you too. Your dad talks a lot about you."

"You know Charlie?" Bella questioned.

Evelyn found it a little strange that the girl called her father by his name, but she decided to ignore it. "Yes, he gives me a ride every now and then so I don't have to walk to school."

However, Bella's attention was already focused on the last Cullen to arrive in the cafeteria. Edward Cullen walked confidently, he had bronze colored hair and an air of mystery that only captured Bella's attention more. "Who's that?"

"That's Edward Cullen." Jessica murmured. Edward walked past their table, leaving a kiss on Evelyn's head, and as soon as he started walking away Jessica and Angela broke down in giggles. However, when he glanced at Bella over his shoulder, he seemed confused about something.

"Eve, you are so lucky." Angela groaned, dropping her head on the table.

"He's totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care." Jessica feigned disinterest. "They only care about Eve here. So, don't waste your time."

"I wasn't planning on it." Bella shook her head, but her gaze remained fixed on the boy.

Evelyn stared at the two with wide eyes. From the Cullen table, Jasper motioned for her to come over to them. The daughter of Aphrodite nodded, realizing they had something to say to her. "Sorry, girls, I'm just going to see a Jasper before we have to go to class."

"Young love, so beautiful." Jessica teased, Evelyn playfully tossed her a napkin and grabbed her things before heading to the other table.

"What is it?" she asked as she sat down next to Jasper, who immediately pulled her chair closer to his.

"Bella, the new girl, she's Edward's blood singer. And apparently he can't hear her thoughts."

"Like how you can't hear mine?"

"No." Edward shook his head thoughtfully. "It's different. I don't get static on her mind. I can't hear anything at all. It's silent."

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That same day, Evelyn had to go to work at the dinner, being dropped off by Jasper who promised to pick her up as well. Even though he told her that she didn't have to work anymore, Evelyn refused. There was no way she would depend on Jasper, whether they were mates or not.

So, she got ready for her shift. She was cleaning a table when Charlie and Bella Swan entered the dinner, their presence being announced by the bell on the door.

"Charlie, Bella! How are you? Come, you can sit on this table and I'll bring you the menu." Evelyn greeted, leading them to a table in the corner of the dinner, where they could chat freely.

"Hey, Eve. Have you guys met at school today?"

Bella nodded, letting an awkward silence settle in. Before it could get worse, Evelyn brought the menus, and let them choose. Until the end of her shift, she only had the opportunity to say goodbye to the father-daughter duo, as the other waitress took over their table. Everyone in the town was very happy to see Bella with Chief Swan, and they all wanted to see if she remembered them. Of course, the girl had no idea who they were, which only made her more embarrassed.

When she left the establishment, Jasper was already waiting for her patiently. His serious look changed to one of adoration when he saw Evelyn walking towards him.

"Hello, darling. Did your shift go well? Did anyone give you any trouble?" Now that he knew why Evelyn was bringing so much attention, Jasper had become very protective of her. Even though he knew she could defend herself.

"Everything went really well. How is Edward?" she asked, getting into the car when Jasper opened the door for her.

"He's going to Alaska for a while, to the Denalis, who are friends of ours." Jasper explained, making sure to turn the car's heater up to full blast. "The smell of Bella's blood is too tempting and he's afraid of losing control. Rosalie isn't happy."

"Seems like Rose." she chuckled, lifting an arm and running her hand over Jasper's cheek in a caress. The vampire smiled, and turned his face slightly, but never taking his eyes off the road, to kiss the palm of her hand.

"Are you sleeping over tonight? It's really cold today, Emmett and Lucas are in charge of taking care of the fire. I think you'll give us the chance to use the fireplace for the first time." Jasper asked. "Please."

"Fine. But you can't let those two paint things on my face while I sleep. Last time it took half an hour for the paint to come off."

"Sure thing, Lyn."

[caughtthedarkness93]

Not to do more Furiosaposting (and SPOILERS AHEAD), but a couple more things I noticed on a second viewing:

• I think Dementus is being honest about how he lost his family when Furiosa confronts him about it, and that's a big point the film is making. Furiosa isn't like Dementus when she finally chases him down. But she recognizes that she could become like him - a vile, cruel warlord who uses his own pain as an excuse to run roughshod all over the wasteland, smashing everything in her path, using her pain as an excuse to take from others. By that point, she's already a part of Immortan Joe's war machine. She is already complicit. And he does say to her that killing him won't give her what she wants. She resists the idea, but ultimately, it sure seems like she realizes he's right. And ultimately, that leads to her big choice - make a positive change rather than simply trying to hurt the people who hurt you. Granted, she still does do plenty of hurting the people who hurt her (Nice face you got there, Joe, be a shame if something happened to it). But the big, real legacy she builds is taking the Citadel in the name of a greater cause than fueling Immortan's cult of cruelty.

• Praetorian Jack is also complicit, honestly. And it's something he seems to recognize. He outright says that he's looking for a righteous cause. There's a lot we don't know about this man. He tells us very little of his history, nor do we know why he chooses to ride for Immortan Joe. But we do know that after meeting Furiosa, he wants to do everything in his power to help her. She becomes his righteous cause. So the whole film, Furiosa is kind of pulled between those two directions - Dementus, and Jack. Do you defeat the pain you carry by throwing it back to the people who gave it to you? Or do you seek a righteous cause to build it into something positive?

• Perhaps one of my biggest takeaways is related to Jack's death. It's not until Dementus kills Jack that Furiosa gets really set on revenge. Like she clearly loathes Dementus before that. Her first time meeting him as an adult, she goes straight for her gun. The camera highlights their relationship a lot, and I'm pretty sure her vengeful drive towards him has its own musical motif - listen for that driving, distorted noise that you hear sometimes. But revenge doesn't become her biggest driver until after Jack dies. Even as she feels clear hate and rage towards this man, she's still set on getting home all that time. But when Jack dies, she goes out of her way to try to kill him. And, relatedly, when Jack dies, she loses the arm that has her star map tattoo on it. So to put it another way, when she chooses to commit to vengeance, she loses her way.

• We need to consider perspective and narrator here, as this isn't like Fury Road where it's from the point of view of Max, who was directly there. Because this film's opening shot isn't of Furiosa. It's of another character - it's of the History Man. The first line belongs to him - "As the world falls around us. How must we brave it's cruelties?" The closing narration is his as well. Something that sticks in my head more and more is Dementus' ultimate fate. What gets me about it is that it feels implausible. Not only for Furiosa as a character, but for the way the series usually handles injuries. So George Miller was a paramedic before he was a filmmaker. In fact, his work as a paramedic is what partly inspired the first Mad Max film and what funded it. And in these films, Miller has put his medical knowledge to use. The characters' injuries are usually handled in a realistic way, with a few flights of fancy for people to make it through frankly absurd car wrecks. You see this especially in Fury Road, which takes the time to establish that Max is a universal donor twice so it makes sense to have him give a blood transfusion to Furiosa at the end. It talks about the ultimate effects of her collapsed lung and how to treat it. The injuries in these films feel realistic in a way movie wounds often don't. Dementus' final fate does feel a little complicatedly cruel for someone as pragmatic as Furiosa, but what really gets me is how medically implausible it is. We're supposed to believe that Dementus has been stuck in the citadel with a peach tree growing out of him for five years without dying? I...kinda don't. Why does this matter? I think it signals that aspects of the story fall to unreliable narration. These films are campfire stories from a world that fell and rose again. Always have been. But this one has a more direct narrator. The History Man is telling this story. It is filtered through his perspective.

• And that adds another layer to things, considering Furiosa and the History Man's backgrounds. We see the History Man, we see a guy who is clearly horrified by Dementus' actions. When Furiosa's mom is getting executed, he cries. He tells Furiosa that she needs to make herself indispensable - likely because he feels that it's the best way to protect her. But he still does Dementus' bidding, often without question or argument. In a word, the thing that ultimately separates the History Man from Furiosa is that where he was complicit until the very end, Furiosa chose to rebel.

• And I guess if I had to boil it all down, I think there's a great big takeaway from this film. Don't seek hope. Become hope.

Man, I love this movie.

[staticbleeding]

⛧°。 ⋆Waiting on the Stars⋆。 °⛧

+:｡.｡　teen Stanford Pines x gn reader　｡.｡:+

The second part!! I was not expecting so much love on my first post on this account! I am so happy y'all enjoyed the first part! Enjoy this <3 warnings : strong language, suggestive language, the usual teen shit pt.1 pt.2

1972 After the night at the pawn shop, Ford hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. It is starting to become painfully obvious. Especially to Ford's twin that has to hear all the midnight ramblings. Will he have to help his brother out, or will fate help Ford himself?

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Ford's POV

I wake up to Stan's snoring. Pushing my glasses onto my face, my feet touch the ground beneath me. I rub my eyes and start to regret not getting much sleep. Looking up at the clock on the bed side table, my heart drops. I'm gonna be late.

"Wake up Stanley. We are going to be late if we don't leave in like 30 minutes! I can't miss the first block", I say as I shake the sleeping man above me. His arm lays down off his bunk.

"Fuck off Sixer we can be a little bit late"

"Stanley it's not going to happen." I say as I stumble out of bed and pull my neatly folded clothes out of the dresser and begin pulling them on.

"Sorry you only get a chance to see your little lover in class man, but ain't no way I am getting up after you kept me awake all night". Stanley grumbles and rolls back over in his bed.

"Please Stanley.." I reluctantly beg my sleeping brother

With a loud groan Stanley jumps off the bed and starts putting on his clothes from the floor.

"Thank you". I sigh out and rush to the kitchen to make some sort of breakfast before we leave.

"Morning dears! You two slept in didn't you?" Ma cheerfully asks as her arms cradle the youngest of the Pines, Shermie.

"Yeah Ma," Stan runs out of our room yelling and leans down to plant kisses on our brother's small head, " Fordsy wouldn't let me get anymore. Couldn't miss out on seeing his little lover." His elbow pokes my side before grabbing his favorite snack.

"Stanford! You didn't tell me you have a little (girl/boyfriend/partner)! I am your mother!" Ma laughs out.

Looking down at my feet I stutter out, "Not exactly.."

"He's too.. s-scared to ask t-them out." Stan poorly attempts to mock me. A loud booming laugh comes out of his mouth.

"Quit it Stanley. I am sure your brother will get the courage soon. When can I meet them?" An overly excited Ma elbows me.

"We have to go Stan. Please. Ma, I haven't even really talked to them. I can't ask them out, let alone invite them over for dinner. Now we must leave." I say before kissing her on the cheek and grabbing Stan to pull out of the door. 

Wishing for a quiet ride to school was nothing but fantasy with Stan. I couldn't do more than just stare out the window and wish the long rant of his would end quickly.

"I don't see why you don't just go up and ask them out Ford. They seem like a nice enough person to not throw a drink in your face for asking them out. I take a couple of classes with them. Pretty smart cookie too." My twin's words fall out of his mouth as if he is some expert in relationships.

"I can handle my own relationship ventures Stanley. Thank you but I really don't think they like me back. Hell why would they? I can't even look at them without becoming a mess and stumbling on my words. For all I know, they have a guy already." My hands find my face.

"Ford, they don't have a guy. Please. They ask me about you all the time in class. I may not have a good thing with relationships, but look Sixer, they would be stupid to not like you back," His hand touches my shoulder and squeezes, "but if they don't then more chicks for us when we set sail on the Stan O' War eh??". My stomach tightens at the thought of (Y/N) asking him about me. What did they want to know? Oh God what did Stan tell them?

As the car comes to a stop, I jump out and thank Stanley for the talk. Rushing to class, I find (Y/N) sitting in their usual seat doodling in their note book. I smile and wipe my hands on my pants. Walking over to our partnered seats, I feel my heart race quicken when they look up and smile that smile at me. My face warms quickly. My hand waves at them.

"Thought for a second you weren't gonna show Ford. Started to get worried Stan's driving finally killed you." God there is that smile of theirs.

"Haha.. no no. He just wouldn't get up." I stutter out as my stomach tightens realizing that they just said they worried about me.

"Well I will remember to yell at him later for almost making you late". They laugh and we sit in a comfortable silence.

"So what do you have planned for this weekend?" I swear I see a light blush appear on their face.

"Me?! Oh um.. working probably. Stan hates working the shop on the weekends". I say while looking down at my hands.

"Oh well that sucks. I was gonna see if you wanted to maybe.." They are quickly interrupted by the teacher coming into class with a mumble of sorrys and excuses for being late.

Quickly they turn their focus back to the notebook. It's a little black notebook that has stars they are drawing on the cover. A blush coats their face.

Soon class ends and I watch as they hurry out. This time they turn around and smile at me. My heart skips. I find myself thinking of that one interaction the rest of the day. I walk out of the school and towards the bright red car parked out front. A smile plastered to my face. It fades seeing Stan outside the car holding a way too familiar notebook.

"Don't tell me you took their notebook Stanley! I get wanting to help me but that is insane!" I whisper scream out towards my brother.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Sixer. They left it in class today, but...here check the cover". He tosses the object towards me that I luckily catch. I open the cover and see their name and the words 'If lost call me!' with their number attached. A blush finds my face. Is this the chance I have been waiting for?

"Lets go man. You got a call to make". Stanley laughs and gets into the car.

The car ride home was filled with silence as I went over every possible outcome to this. They could think I was weird for using their number without permission, or ask why Stanley didn't call, or..

My thoughts are quickly stopped as Stan slams on the breaks and parks. I quietly get out of the car and go upstairs. I thank the stars that Stan is working the shop tonight.

I sit in the kitchen watching the phone as if it will grow legs and walk out. My palms sweat against the hard cardboard cover. Stanley walks in to the room whistling. He stares at me and sighs.

"Sixer...seriously? You still haven't called?" He leans across the counter and eyes the notebook.

"This is a really bad idea Stan. I can't do it. I will just hand it to them personally first thing Monday Morning" I sigh and start to stand up to leave. I freeze in my tracks hearing the rotary dial turn.

I whip around and see Stan putting in the numbers I have eyed now for hours.

"Stan wait! Don't you dare!" I run over and go to press the receiver before the call goes through. Too late. Stan laughs and hands me the phone. Walking away with a shit eating grin. I hear the voice I have imagined in my dreams countless times, the voice that causes my body to instantly react, oh God what am I going to say? Do I hang up? I feel like throwing up. My heartbeat I can hear in my ears.

"Hello?"

Too late

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Hahaha gotta love good ol' siblings!

[rottenblur]

National anthem|A.ANDERSON

College football! Abby x reader| 2.3k

Summary: Being dragged to a football game by your best friend wasn’t something new, but Abby breaks out in a fight with another player, you just happen to be the one to come to her rescue. Would you have done it all over again if you knew what was going to happen in your dorm that night?

Warnings: smut violence for a second, abby being taken (doesnt last long), alcohol use, fluff sort of, thigh riding, kissing, choking for two seconds, patching up abby, past abby being a asshole lowkey, abby being a air forces wearer.

She was a true american. Long blonde hair, a scholarship for college football, to be the best quarterback in the state. An expensive car, a doctor for a father, daddy’s money.

Abby had boys half her size all over her, too bad for them they weren’t her type, led alone she was taken. Abby had her bitchy, short, brunette girlfriend. You always thought of her as a small dog that never stops yapping.

You knew Abby due to your only other friend, the only other non snobby person at this school. She made you go to all of the football games played at your school, if they weren’t there she would drive the two of you wherever they were playing

She says it’s because she really likes football, you knew it was because she had a crush on the masculine linebacker.

You walk with her out of the cafeteria after paying an outrageous amount for an inappropriate amount of food. She turns her head to look at you. “I’m really excited, this is their enemy school.” You roll your eyes at her.

“When are you gonna admit it’s just because of that linebacker?” You said to her, as she starts speed walking, you say her name and she just flips you off.

You arrive at the game, sitting on the third bleacher from the top, your friend searching for her girl crush on the side lines.

She doesn’t find her but she sees Abby’s girlfriend sitting on her phone on the bottom bleacher. “Oh my god, of course she’s here. Does she ever leave her alone?” She was right, fucking lap dog never went anywhere without Abby. Always following right behind.

Sometimes Abby looked annoyed like she wanted some space, sometimes Abby’s hands where all over her, on her waist, her hips, in her fucking back pocket.

It pissed you off, was it jealousy? Fuck no you could care less about Abby. Yeah you had a crush on her when you first arrived on campus, her a year older she was settled in, confidently strolling around campus it was so fucking attractive to you. She knew who she was already.

After going to a freshman welcoming party at a frat, where you talked for the first time, the lust quickly turned to hatred.

You were waiting in line for the bathroom on your third drink, tipsy but not quite drunk. She came up behind you, also waiting. You stood leaned against the wall clutching your drink, she looked you up and down. “Hey.” You said to her, she looked into your eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt, black pants paired with white air forces, her hair messily down.

“What’s up?” She said then looked around. You clutched your drink tighter, she looked so fucking good, her sleeves were begging for life, arms too big for it. “I'm good, you new too?” You tell her your name, she repeats it and you nod. “I’m Abby, not new.” She walks up to the door, leans in to listen. “Fuck, get the fuck out. go fuck in your dorm.” She says as she pounds on the door.

Your eyes go wide, it was very forward of her. Too forward? They walk out, a guy and her soon to be girlfriend, this is when you met her too. “God you’re fucking rude.” Abby grabs the back of her shirt, she must have been drunk for her to get physical over such a little thing.

She turns around, now looking up at Abby. “You always such a rude fucking whore?” She asks, the girl looked like she would rock her shit, except Abby would knock her out in one hit. She apologizes under her breath then walks away.

After that you thought Abby was too intense. Believe it or not her and Abby’s relationship was the same then and now, they still fight and argue except they fuck it out. How did you know that? Your friend or should I say best friend’s dorm was right next to Abby’s. She heard them fight then fuck almost everyday.

At least it sounded like she was good at it. One night you slept over to her’s around two am they argued, then fucked it out. You could hear the moans from down the hall, if Abby’s dad didn’t donate so much to the school she would probably be kicked out.

The game goes well, you actually started to learn how football worked with the amount of games you had been dragged to by your best friend. She hadn’t even talked to the girl, it was kinda pathetic, you would never tell her that though. Around the end the enemy team was one point away from winning, Abby tripped, losing the ball. The other team won.

You put your head in your hands in disappointment, your friend tapped your shoulder. “Are you good? What’s wrong?” You look up at her in disbelief. “They lost.” You point to the field, she widened her eyes. “Really? Why?” She says. You roll your eyes.

“You are funny.” You say that get up, following the crowd in leaving. You're on the ground next to the field when you look over, Abby is approaching a girl with her hands out screaming about her tripping her or something. She was fuming, maybe she didn’t get so mad that one time just because she was drunk. Maybe she was always like that.

Her girlfriend walks over to diffuse it, Abby pushes her aside and starts swinging on the girl, it’s not like she wasn’t defending herself Abby was getting roughed up too. When you saw Abby spit out blood and keep swinging, that's when you decided you’ve seen enough.

You walk back to the dorms, your friend already left when you stopped for entertainment. You put your headphones in, walking at a comfortable pace till you stop at the vending machines, right at the dorm entrance.

You took an earbud out when you heard footsteps behind you, looking behind that’s when you saw her. She looked horrible. Her braid had come undone, her nose bleeding in two spots, a dribble of blood dried on her lip. God she was going to have a black eye tomorrow.

“Holy fuck, are you okay?” You say to her, she looks at you and for a moment she has a soft look in her eye. “‘M okay.” You walk up to her, putting a hand on her arm and analyzing her face closer. She didn’t resist.

“No you’re not. Let me clean you up, I have some stuff in my room.” She looks around, looking at her shoes then you. “Fuck it.”

She walks up with you to your dorm, you open the door for her, her following behind you. It was the first time you had seen her walk behind someone before, she was always leading the way no matter who she was with.

“Sorry if it’s messy, been studying like crazy the past week, haven’t really had time for anything else.” She strugs, sitting on your bed, kicking off her shoes. You gather the tossed about medical supplies you had. Some gauze, bandaids and alcohol. You grab a soda out of your mini fridge for her eye.

You hold it out, putting it on her eye. “Hold that, don’t have any ice, sorry.” She smirks, you sit on your desk chair, scooting to the edge and wheeling it infront of her.

You tuck one of your legs in between her spread legs, your knee inching away from her crotch.

“So what happened?” You ask her as you pour some vodka on a patch of gauze. “Shit, alot.” You roll your eyes, dabbing around her wounds to remove the dried blood. You accidentally touch the gash on her lip, she flinches and lets out a whimper of pain.

She clears her throat, trying to play cool on the fact she feels pain. As if it’s not normal.

“C’mon I’m fixing you up, the least you can do is tell me why.” You squeeze her thigh as an effort to comfort her. “I uh broke up with my girlfriend, I took out my anger on some girl, knowing damn well she isn’t the reason we lost.” She said looking down. You laugh, slowing your hands just so she has an excuse to stay longer. Seeing her in this vulnerable state made her grow on you.

She was better like this.

“So you broke up with her and you’re mad about that. Even though it was your choice.” She nods as if it's a perfectly logical thing to do. “Maybe it was the best thing to do? You know, My friend’s dorm is right next to yours. “Oh god.” She says then grabs the vodka, taking a quick chug then letting you continue. She had long taken the soda off her face.

You were slightly hoping it was to look at you.

“Yeah, she was crazy.” You believed her when she said that, she looked like the type. Not that you were the type of person to judge on how they look. If you did you probably wouldn’t be playing doctor with Abby on your bed right now.

“Can I say something?” You ask her, waiting for her to confirm. She nods, you place a bandaid across her nose covering the gash. “She never stopped talking oh my fuck, I dont know how you dealt with that.” She laughs, leaning back onto her elbows.

“Yeah, you learn to zone it out after a while.” She looks at you, up and down her eyes falling on a necklace tied around your neck.

She leans to you, grabbing the necklace, rubbing it in between her fingers. Goosebumps covering your body when she touched your skin. Fuck. That little touch made you feel things.

She looks into your eyes, then to your lips. It looks like she’s trying to figure you out, figure something out. “You’re in my engineering class aren’t you?” She says, still holding onto your necklace.

You nod. “I'm surprised you knew that.” She smiles at you, letting out a slight laugh. “After i freaked out at that party, then saw you in class the next day I was so fucking embarrassed.” She pauses then drops your necklace. “I never forgot you, you know I thought you were pretty cute that night.” You blush, grabbing the vodka bottle, taking a lengthy sip then coughing.

You never thought she could be embarrassed, she had so much pride.

“I thought you were intimidating.” You say honestly, as the vodka burns down your throat. She tilts her head. “That a good thing? Cause I’m going to take it as a compliment.” She says, taking the bottle from your hands then taking another sip.

You don’t know what came over you but you put her hand on your cheek, you look at her face to see her reaction, nothing.

Again she looks at your eyes, your lips then back to your eyes. She leans in, placing her other hand on your neck. Her plush lips connect with yours, you pull back looking at her then back in.

She moved fast, an innocent kiss turned into heavy making out. She pulled you onto her lap, her arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight to her.

She pulls off of you, kissing from your jaw to your collarbone, your back arching in response. She moves you over slightly, her thigh now in between yours.

Oh my fucking god.

She sucks on your neck, guiding your hips to ride her thigh, slow and brutal. With one hand she puts her hand on your neck pulling you back into a kiss as she guides your hips faster.

You could feel yourself reaching your climax, moaning into the kiss when Abby gets a call.

She picks it up, connects her lips to your neck, not stopping your hips.

“What the fuck Abby, where are you I’m at your dorm? I need my shit.” You feel her sigh on your neck, giving it one last kiss then responding. You try to quiet your moans, it was torture.

“I’m busy.” All she says before connecting your lips with hers. You feel her flexing her leg, laying down the phone on speaker now guiding your hips with both hands.

“Well hurry the fuck up or I’ll find whatever or whoever you’re doing.” Said her now ex girlfriend then hangs up.

“Gonna have to speed this up darling, not like I won't be back for more, you’re delicious.” She said into your ear, pushing you harder onto her thigh.

That pet name, god it pushed you over the edge. You squeeze her thighs between hers as your body shuttered on her, she kissed you then you moved off of her.

You look down at her thigh, now has a wet spot from you, you look at her face, lip bleeding again. You lick your lips, the strong iron taste filling your senses. Had it been bleeding the whole time?

You drank down her blood as you filled your lust, she didn’t stop you.

There was something so wrong about it..

She looks at you then her phone, sucking her lip into her mouth then letting it go, touching it with her thumb. Muttering a fuck under her breath, then standing up.

“Gotta go ‘m sorry.” She says while shoving on her shoes, walking to the door then walking over to you to give your forehead a kiss.

She touches her lip to her t-shirt leaving a crimson stain bound to last. “See ya.” That’s all you say to her before she walks out the door, knowing there was a chance you’d never hear from her again.

You still let her go.

A/N: college football abby makes me feral ive seen a couple of these and wanted to participate :)) love yall

[unstablegoldfish]

[Your Gentle Comfort] 18+

Story Summary: Your interest in boys didn’t really exist in your life. It wasn’t because you were against romance, but mainly for the fact that all the boys in your school were— well, boys. It wasn’t until you met your new teacher and had a relationship growing with him that you realized, you wanted a man.

Black Sheep - Chap 3

Joel Miller x F!reader - Teacher x F!Student

Warning: AGE GAP: After all it is a highschool student x teacher. Light swearing. Slow burn story. Being neglected by your parents. Emotional confrontation. [More will be added as the story progresses.]

Word Count: 2.9k (Wish it was longer, but you've been waiting long enough)

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Chapter Summary: Unsure of what the day will hold this time. But you're still looking forward to seeing Joel Miller even knowing that you're going to have a chat with him about what's going on. It's okay, you can do it.

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Another day rolls around, after everything yesterday brought, you weren't sure how everything would go today. Looking outside your window from bed you at least knew you wouldn't be walking through rain on the way to school. Only walking with light clouds.

You lived in Oregon so rain wasn't completely uncommon nor were the clouds. Nearing September it was pretty frequent to have rainfalls. Just not as heavy as yesterday.

You had gotten dressed, wearing jeans and your favorite zip-up sweater. You packed your bag and made your lunch. Brushed your teeth and put on socks. You were ready to get going to school. You said goodbye to your empty house, leaving you with an empty soul.

The leaves were starting to fall onto the sidewalks, and the weather was becoming chillier. Your perfect kind of weather was just on the horizon. It's sad to know that this'll be your last year of walks during the fall season. So you'll take as much of it in as possible.

You finally made it to the sidewalk of the front doors. Opposite to you, Mr. Miller was walking along as well. He must have come from the staff parking lot. At this rate you were going to arrive at the same time.

"Mornin', how's it goin'?" he asks in a friendly manner. He definitely wanted to check up on you.

His smile was warm. "Morning." was said softly from your voice. You try and shoot a smile, but it wasn't hiding anything from how you were feeling. "Doin' okay." Was the best you could say.

You guys walk up to the door and he holds it for you, he was polite.

"Give me a shout. whenever." He was trying his best to make sure you knew he was someone you could talk to, he didn't want it to seem like he only cared once.

You hummed a simple yes and followed him down to class.

Most teachers would say they were there for you, but would never follow up on it. You never blamed them, there's more students then just you after all.

You and Mr. Miller entered the classroom. It was just going to be the two of you for awhile, you'd never show up this early but recently you've had a motivation to do so. Just happens that the motivation was the only one in the room with you in this moment.

Should I say something?

"Mr. Miller...?"

"S'up?"

"I just wanted to thank you for everything, especially for the ride home. I...I didn't mean to tear up on you before I left your car, it's just that I know my house is empty and cold. Not really the best thing to come home to."

Unsure if that made any sense, you tried to continue.

"It's just you— you've shown me warmth in the first 2 days, closest I've ever felt to the sun if you get me...?"

"Well, I’m real glad I could make ya feel a little better. My goal as a teacher’s makin’ sure everybody knows they got a safe place here. But listen, you ain’t ever gotta apologize for cryin’, alright? Given the circumstances, it’s ‘bout as normal as can be."

you smile, it was comforting to hear that. Especially in his voice. The feelings you felt for him were dangerous. You were a match ready to be lit, but only by him. If you ever wanted things to move another direction it would be by your own accord.

"Gonna pull ya outta class today to talk a bit more, if that’s alright with ya?"

you give a nod as you made your way through the desks.

You took a seat at your desk and Mr. Miller talked to you about his sheep farm fantasies, and how he ended up becoming a teacher in the first place. You enjoyed this time with him and you thought you should come into school earlier from now on. You wanted one on one time with him badly. Now that you had his warmth you wouldn't be able to leave it behind. You made sure to look at the time to remember just how early. You just hoped Mr. Miller was a persistent guy when it came to timing.

Some students started joining the class, along with your tiny awareness friend. He sat beside you but no conversation arose.

You grabbed your pencils and booklet out of your bag and started writing even before class started. Granted it never really felt like work when you wrote for English, it relaxed you more than anything.

You peaked up from your papers to see Mr. Miller studying you. His arm rested on his desk with his finger to his lip. He was in deep focus, but as soon as he caught your eyes he glanced down at his book. When he made moves like that, the want to act upon it became stronger.

Your friend whispers over to you “He’s eyeing you up again, what’s going on? Also you never told me why you stayed after class the other day??”

That was the first time he’s ever asked that many questions at once. Since when did he care so much about what happens to you?

“I think you’re being weird. But he talked to me about my paper. That’s all.” you whisper back. You still wanna deny what your friend thinks he’s seeing, but if it was obvious to your clueless buddy it's just a matter of time before more people catch on, no?

You hear the bell ring as a few other classmates scurry into the door. Mr. Miller had stood up from his corner to greet the class. He began to use the chalk against the board.

"Weekend Activities" was what he revealed. "Go on and get started writin’. Y’all got ten minutes to finish up this assignment, then I’ll get ya rollin’ on our project work."

He makes his way back over to his desk. He calls you over with a smile.

You made your way over, he looks at you with with soft eyes.

"Do you mind if we step outside for a minute?" He asks with caution, not trying to overwhelm you. You knew it was coming but you didn't think it would be this soon.

"Oh".

You then remembered the clothes he had given to you to borrow from yesterday. However...you forgotten them at home. He leads you out into the hallway. Before he even got a chance to speak you started.

"If this is about....the clothes. I forgot them. I'm sorry." you whisper hoping no one would hear you.

he lets out a quiet chuckle. "No, no. It's fine, I ain’t got no use for 'em anyhow. Keep 'em, girlie."

GIRLIE?

Left in shock he began to speak regardless. "Let's have a conversation in my office 'kay?" His tone was calming. You knew what he was about to ask you. You probably hold the record for the amount of teachers watchlists you're on. At least they tried to care unlike your parents.

You weren't really sure how Mr. Miller was going to approach this situation however, would it be different? With his ways of authority and softness being well balanced, and your quick liking to him, maybe opening up more wouldn't be such a bad thing.

He had unlocked the office door once more. Inside revealed a cleaner space, less boxes, lots of books. The sheep figurines and trinkets still stayed around. It was comforting to see.

"Kept your sheep then?" You ask.

"Couldn't possibly get rid of 'em." He paused and picked up one. "This one here reminds me of back home."

He hands you a magnet, one that had a heard of white sheep and dead center in the middle was a black one. The fence read "Long Creek Oregon". He was originally from there?

"It's cute." you chuckle. You're preceptive, so you think this is his way of saying he feels the same as you. A black sheep in all the white ones.

"Back home, I weren’t much different from you. Had to fend for myself, no safety net to catch me. Bein’ on your own like that—it’s a mighty scary place to be." His eyes placed softly on you, looking up from the figurine you felt your eyes lightly glazed with tear when you met his eyes. He gets it.

"S'ummin' you feel the same way?" He pauses and lets out a breath.

You stutter to start. You felt safe, and with him you felt an immense sense of trust. "I do… It’s just really hard being on my own all the time—expected to have all the answers by myself."

You reach over and give him back the magnet. Instead of taking it, he closes your hand softly. His hand, twice the size of yours. He was a protector.

"It’s yours, girlie. Whenever ya look at it, just remember, that sheep’s me too." He smiles back at you softly. He caresses your hand with his thumb before letting go.

"Thank you, but are you sure?"

"Most definitely" He gives you a reassuring smile. "‘Fore we head out, anything else ya wanna talk about?"

You wanted to express more of the pain your parents leave you in your daily life, or the fact your friends left you high and dry in a more in depth layer then your written assignment ever would. But it would be best to save it for another time, you wanted to save yourself from the puffy eyes and red cheeks as much as possible.

"Always, but better to save it for now. I appreciate this so much Mr.Mill-"

"Joel. It's Joel."

Your eyes were finally letting the tear slide down your cheek. His thumb reaches out to catch it.

"S'okay. I'm here for when you're ready. Only if ya want me to be. Not gonna push you into nothin' kay?" You gave him a nod. You were ever so grateful for his considerations of your feelings.

He lead you again outside of his office. You had let him know you were going to head to the bathroom again to wash up, you didn't want to be returning with tears in your eyes.

You went for a walk and decided to go to the bathroom across the school this time, during the walk you thought about his hand placement on you. Never did you ever want to give the same in return before. The idea of caressing his face was stuck in your head for awhile. You'd never think you'd want to do something like that with anyone. But after all, Joel. Joel was different. It rung in your head for a bit. Joel Miller.

You walked into the bathroom, only to be surprised by one of the girls in your past friend groups. You looked down in order to not be an upset. Then headed into one of the stalls. The beauty of a high school bathroom was the immense amount of graffiti. You'd look through it in enjoyment, but not this time. Your name was written above a drawing of a crying face. It was fine. You expected something like this to happen, they never liked how closed off you were. But deep down they were just hungry for some drama to spread around, and you knew that better then they did.

You let out a sigh. Then went to wash your hands, your old friend had left. At least you had an idea on who did it. Not like you were going to act upon it anyways, it's not like it bothered you. Right?

You slowly walked back to class, trying to enjoy it since you knew that these days were going to come to an end anyways. What was the rush?

You opened the door to class, everyone was working on their projects and there was some conversation. You were gone long enough for people to probably assume you were in the main office for something.

Mr. Miller had looked up from his desk. You met his gaze but decided to look away.

You joined your friend back at your desk, he looked at you and could tell you had an encounter.

"What happened this time?" He asks.

"A drawing in the bathroom stall. Better yet with my name."

He laughs. "Pathetic, honestly."

You nodded your head in agreement. What a waste of energy.

When you got to your desk you realized you hadn't even started the project due to the amount of times you've already been pulled out of class. You grabbed the sheet that was given as a handout yesterday to refer to. Maybe instead of dreaming about Mr. Miller this time, you could do some work.

...Oh light work. No need to worry.

You started writing your ideas out. Trying not to occasionally glance at Mr. Miller in curiosity. But with the restraint you held you managed to finish the project within 15 minutes. You were among the first students to hand it in even despite you missing most of the class this morning. Thank god you love writing.

You took the rest of class to do your own free writing. But during this time your focus was divided between your journal and Mr. Miller. You got so lost in thought that you ended up writing about him.

You were so invested in writing that you hadn't even noticed that Mr. Miller was no longer in his seat. He was no where to be found.

"That's a very lovely poem." Came from a calming tone behind you. You look and it was Mr. Miller.

Fuck.

he just read out your feelings. He knows.

"Um, yeah it's stupid really." You said shakenly. You didn't know what to do, how would he react? I was his student. He wasn't supposed to know.

"Not at all." He replied. He walked past and you got a glimpse of a smirk on his face, and the slight shake of his head.

What am I gonna do ‘bout ya, darlin'?

Fuck...

Your thoughts blurred by the sound of the bell, it was time to get out of here.

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Okay, only took me a literal year. Not actually. I just didn't have the motivation for this at the time. I had just gotten a laptop recently that made this a breeze to create. However I did wish it was a little longer, but I can use that for next chapter as you guys have waited LONG enough for this one. So sorry, but thank you for your continued support for this to happen!! Love you guys endlessly!! Also really tried working with his accent on this one lmk what you think.

Taglist: @miss-mistinguett @astro3des @prfctwilliams @onetimebaby @mal023 @thejoywillburnoutthepain @theoraekenslover

[cj-schlatt]

"You're what's important right now" with schlatt? 🥰🥰🥰

I decided to combine these requests, hope you don't mind!! 🩷

Content: Hurt/comfort, minor car accident, mentions of hospital visit

(Prompt list here)

It all happens so fast.

One minute, you’re driving around, the volume of the radio turned up high as you enjoy the otherwise quiet night. The next, you’re being forcefully thrown against your seat belt.

In a daze, you stumble out of the car, now sitting on the side of the road and sporting substantial damage to the rear bumper.

It was a drunk driver, you’ll find out later. For now, you’re grateful to find that someone else comes along and stays with you until help arrives.

The ambulance ride and emergency room visit are a bit of a blur. You’re told that you have a mild concussion and some minor bruising but overall were very lucky.

Once you’re discharged, you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s the middle of the night, and you’re stranded at the hospital without a car.

After adjusting the brightness of your phone screen to make it as dim as possible, you begin scrolling through your contacts. One name catches your eye immediately.

Schlatt.

He had said that you could call him any time, for any reason, but you’re still unsure. What if he didn’t mean it?

You’re exhausted, your head is pounding, and you’re all alone. You decide that you can at least call him. Even if he refuses to pick you up, you think talking to him will make you feel better.

“Hello?” he answers roughly on the fifth ring.

“Schlatt? It’s me.” You decide to cut right to the chase. “Can you come get me?” you ask timidly.

“‘Course,” he says, not even taking a moment to think about it. “Where are you?” he asks, voice still tinged with sleep.

You take a breath. “The hospital.”

Suddenly, he’s much more alert. “What the fuck happened?! Are you okay?”

You briefly explain the car accident and your injuries. You can hear shuffling on the other end of the line as Schlatt presumably gets out of bed and ready to leave.

“Stay right where you are. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“O-Okay. Thank you.”

“Do you want me to stay on the line ‘til I get there?” His voice is soft and soothing.

“Yes, please,” you squeak out in reply.

Schlatt continues chatting with you as he makes his way to you at the hospital. He tells you about his day, what antics the cats have gotten up to recently. By the time he’s pulling up to you at the hospital entrance, you’re feeling a little calmer, you headache subsiding just a bit.

He gets out of the car and rushes over to open the door for you.

You eye the vehicle warily.

Schlatt must notice your hesitation, because he says, “I’ll drive extra careful, promise.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” you mutter, gathering your courage and climbing into the passenger’s seat.

He makes sure you’re both buckled up before he begins driving. To his credit, it’s a slow, smooth ride.

“I’m sorry—” you start to say after a few minutes of silence, but Schlatt cuts you off.

“No, no, you’re not apologizing to me.”

“But I woke you up—” you try again.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re what’s important right now, okay?”

You nod, not quite knowing how to answer.

You feel yourself start to drift off as Schlatt drives. For the first time tonight, you feel safe, like you can finally relax.

Eventually, you feel someone gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey,” Schlatt’s saying, “we’re home.”

You look around, not immediately recognizing the area. It takes you a moment to realize that Schlatt has driven you to his place, instead of bringing you to your own home.

“Figured you’d need someone to keep an eye on you,” he says as he watches you take in your surroundings.

“Oh, no, that’s okay—” you begin.

“Nope, it’s not up for debate,” he insists, reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt. “C’mon.” He comes around to your side of the car and opens the door.

You don’t have it in you to argue any further. You’re fucking exhausted, and all you want is a nice, comfy bed; you don’t care whose it is.

Schlatt helps you out of the car, keeping a hand on your back as he guides you inside and into the bedroom.

“I’ll be on the couch, if you need anything,” he says once you’re settled, already turning away from you.

“Wait!” you call. You’re not ready to be alone just yet.

He looks back at you. “Yeah?”

“Can you…stay, maybe?” you ask, your voice sounding small to your own ears.

His face softens. “‘Course,” he says, not hesitating to climb into bed with you.

It’s there, snuggled up next to Schlatt in his bed, that you fall asleep, headache nearly forgotten, the most at peace you’ve felt in a long time.

[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

ghostlyfleur © — all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, or translate.

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek...

Well, hello, you! Were you wondering what fanworks were posted on this day in the Ao3 Schitt's Creek tag? Were you looking to read some older fics you missed or perhaps re-read an old favorite? Well, look no further! Each day, I will post all the fics that were posted Ao3 on that date from 2017 to 2024! Give some of them a read and show the authors some love! At the end of each month, I also plan to post some stats about the fics posted in that month.

Multi-chaptered works or unfinished WIPs will be posted on the date they were last updated. All fanworks included in the tag for that date will be included in the post.

2020

Designated Grape [david/patrick, M, 1,097] by bellalafrella

This is my idea of what went down on that car ride back to the motel after Patrick came to get his drunk fiancé from Herb's fruit winery.

Filling in the Blanks [stevie & patrick, M, 4,493] by Aelia_Gioia

A series of random text conversations that fill in some blank spaces.

In Moira Rosé Veritas [david/patrick, T, 2,283] by Aelia_Gioia

After David and Moira sample all the fruit wine, after Johnny and Patrick have a heart to heart, it all culminates in Room 6.

More under the cut!

Morning Rosé [david/patrick, T, 532] by whetherwoman

Somewhere Near [david/patrick, T, 20,777] by alldaydream

Patrick Brewer suffers from amnesia that has erased six months of his life, forcing him to move back home with his parents. No one knows about the life he spent in Elmdale, so he goes chasing after his lost memories there only to end up in Schitt's Creek instead, taken by the handsome owner of the general store he's supposedly never met before. Before 4x07 The Barbecue

sustineo [david/patrick, E, 10,056] by @rockinhamburger

The bad thing about being a world-famous contemporary artist is… actually, there are many bad things. The clout-chasers and users. The frenzied hoards of tabloid “reporters” and paparazzi vultures. The pressure from interviewers, curators, collectors, and art critics to pigeon-hole himself, or, at the very least, be consistent enough for them to do it for him. The neverending demands that he ascribe an approved meaning to his art. The elitist club at the very top of the art world pyramid, which David has never been a member of, what with his postmodern, mixed-media, performance piece style of art that in equal parts seems to shock and disgust and enthrall. Or, an alternate universe where David is a famous, reclusive modern contemporary artist and Patrick is the art critic who is interviewing him about his new exhibition.

Synchronicity [david/patrick, T, 2,966] by @landofsonlali

david and patrick have a conversation after leaving jake's apartment.

2021

[art] The Roses Reunited [david/patrick, NR, art] by @frizzlenox

The Rose family poses for a portrait at the Emmys when Moira is nominated for Sunrise Bay.

Assistant Direction [stevie & moira, T, 2,378] by bigficenergy

Stevie's lazy morning with Ruth is interrupted by repeated phone calls from Moira, who is nervous about her first day of filming the Sunrise Bay reboot and simply must talk to Stevie.

China [gen, G, 300] by Rosey_Peach

Come Away with Me [david/patrick, M, 6,034] by @flowerfan2

There’s a beauty to David that’s hard to define in words. Patrick prefers to tell him with long, slow kisses and the kind of gentle, drawn-out love-making that gets David to drop his defenses. He had sort of hoped that this weekend would lend itself to a night like that, alone in a fancy hotel in the L.A. he had imagined. It’s a lot less likely to happen in their subpar Airbnb. David and Patrick take a trip to L.A. for the Sunrise Bay premiere. It isn’t exactly what Patrick expected.

Free Marcy Hugs [david/patrick, G, 803] by @goodiecornbread

Marcy Brewer is a hugger. So she puts her mom hugs to good use. TW for implied homophobia/transphobia, but no phobic or harmful language is used.

kiss away the pain [david/patrick, T, 1,008] by @lastchancecafe13

“I can’t say that was something I would have ever wanted to see. I know you’ve told me stories but hearing and having it laid out in front of me like that. And he stood there with that smirk on his face--” Patrick's voice trailed off as he pressed a kiss to David’s lips. Patrick's thumbs traced the tear tracks down David's cheeks. He wiped them away before continuing, "I can’t believe after all that that you’re here and you’re so good David. After all that that you were willing to open your heart to me--" Tumblr kiss prompt #39 kissing the tears from someone else's face

Leaning on Somebody Isn't Easy [david/patrick, G, 2,976] by lucianowriter

A Continuation of “Hate To Say That I Miss You.” It’s been three weeks since the phone call and David finds himself single and at a bar where Patrick is. A conversation happens. Will they get back together or is there too much baggage? Based off Ben Platt’s Temporary Love

The Diamond and the Duke [david/patrick, E, 4,005] by asoftplacetoland

Patrick plans a very special roleplay for David for Valentine's Day based on his latest television obsession.

Mine Own Weak Moments [stevie & moira, 6, 3,644] by @treepyful

When her phone buzzed with a silent call for the third time in eight minutes, Stevie debated throwing it out her open window.

The Moira Rose Story [johnny/moira, G, art] by WrathoftheStag

It's the poster for the upcoming, and highly anticipated, Interflix movie The Moira Rose Story.

this is my confession [david/patrick, T, 791] by @blackandwhiteandrose

Patrick finds a way to tell David the things he wants to say before David is ready to hear them.

2022

About a Boy [david/patrick, T, 13,507, CW: MCD] by the_same_but_different

"How about mac and cheese?” “I’m very uninterested in that option.” “RJ.” “Patrick, I’m sorry, but these lunch selections you’re offering me are just…” “Incorrect?” “You said it, not me.” Patrick’s relationship with Roland Moira Schitt Jr over the years. (With bonus audio commentary from David Rose.)

Make a Wish [david/patrick, T, 1,330] by @goodiecornbread

After having a birthday lunch with Stevie, David planned on sitting alone at the motel, smoking weed and eating cake. Then Patrick offers to join him.

2023

Itty Bitty Living Space [david & alexis, NR, 100] by mallpretzles

David is at his wit’s end with sharing 300 sq feet with Alexis.

Wallpaper Whispers [david/patrick, G, 100] by @legalgal421

Patrick takes one last look at his room at Ray’s.

2024

Easy [david/patrick, G, 1,154] by obsessedwithdavrick

David loves his husband and enjoys his Sunday sleep-in. Patrick loves to spoil David. They both are taking time to enjoy their slow time together.

Making Everything Okay [david/patrick, T, 1,064] by obsessedwithdavrick

After many years of marriage, Patrick could pretend to be okay as much as he wanted. But David knew when his husband wasn't okay, and sometimes he just had to be the one to take charge.

oh honey, you can have me when you want me [david/patrick, E, 2,990] by stereopticons

“Such a good little slut.” He gives Patrick's ass a light slap. “So here's what I'm thinking. I think that you put on that dirty little sweatshirt because you wanted me to bend you over this table and fuck you, isn't that right?” David accidentally buys Patrick a joke hoodie. Patrick wears it, to great effect.

Rosewood [david/patrick, M, 40,050] by @beaiola

Inspired by Jane Austen's Mansfield Park. Patrick and David have been friends for years, their bond deep and undeniable, and there's no one whose opinion David values more. So when a new family moves into the neighbourhood, it's only natural that David should turn to his oldest friend for his advice and support as he tries to work out what this could mean for him and his future. Patrick, on the other hand, isn't as instantly taken with Sebastien and Klair Raine but David's sure when they all get to know each other things will be different. But there's no way he could forsee the impact the Raine siblings will have on the residents of Rosewood.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2019 2020: 7 fics/39,238 words 2021: 11 fanworks (9 fics, 2 fanart)/22,254 words 2022: 2 fics/14,837 words 2023: 2 fics/200 words 2024: 4 fics/45,258 words Total: 26 fanworks (24 fics, 2 fanart)/121,787 words

[moonlight-canavalia]

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader/Self-Insert

CW: 18+, P in V Sex, Possessive Geto, Stalking, Dirty Talking, Petnames, Teasing, Chasing in Woods

WC: 5,918

Summary: Geto swore that he fell in love with you from the moment he first saw you. But in his mind the definition of love gets twisted, the love he feels runs deep and so intense it would burn your skin from a mere touch. The problem with it is this impending sense of urgency to protect you and shield you from the world. A gem like you must be protected at all costs. That's why he has to worm his way into your life, gently. But what happens the moment he finally gets you alone in a remote place?

Falling for the popular, sweet and charming man at your college shouldn’t have ended like this. With you running through the woods, the bottom of your feet getting cut up and you screaming so loud for help your throat felt like it was on fire.

Mistake number one you made was thinking you could outsmart him and this game he had. He wasn't gonna let you go that easily. Not after all the trouble he went for you. This was Geto Suguru's favorite part of all this.

The chase.

He wanted this, craved this. The way you made his blood pump was addicting. He’s the hunter and you’re the prey.

Letting you get a good distance between you and his cabin. Little did you know that during this time of the year the other cabins were empty. Most owners only come a few times a year to vacation. This is why he waited until now to start his entire plan of bringing you here. He didn't want anyone to intrude on his fun. He knew these woods like the back of his hands, he wanted you to run and hide. To try your best.

Geto had been studying you for a year now, mannerism, friends, routine; everything. He wanted to know it all. He'd been slowly weaving his way into your daily life and you welcomed him with arms wide open. You looked so sweet, he wanted you for himself ever since he first saw you. This world is such a cruel place, he had to protect you. Even if that meant protecting you from yourself and locking you up for himself.

There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary with Geto, not that you ever noticed. He was always so sweet and kind to everyone, so helpful; and very popular amongst the girls at college. But he was never one to pursue just anyone, that's what took you by surprise. Geto could have anyone he wanted, without a doubt, so when you were the one to catch his eye, you couldn’t resist falling for him. Memorizing your schedule, getting you food and drinks, meeting your friends, everyone loved him. Your friends get on well with him and his friend group. It really felt like a dream. That’s why you immediately gave him a ‘yes’ when he asked you if you wanted to spend a weekend with just him, in his family's cabin.

You two had officially been dating for 2 months now, what better way to celebrate that than a getaway with just the both of you.

The drive up the mountains was silent, Geto focusing on the road while you are captivated by the scenery around. The green, yellow, orange colored trees mixing in with the gray colored sky is a beautiful sight. Bringing your attention to your boyfriends features you can’t fight the urge to just admire him. Sensing your eyes on him he speaks in a teasing voice “d’you you like what you see, pretty girl?.”

Looking away feeling heat creep up your neck, you didn’t notice Geto had moved one of his hands, and he was now resting it up on yours. Bringing your hand up to his lips he leaves a kiss on your knuckles. You can’t resist the big smile that adorns your face.

For the rest of the car ride nothing else is said, music softly playing on the radio now. Admiring the views up the mountain. Rain started, gently at first, raindrops decorating the road and car windows. The way they distorted the landscape around made it look like a watercolor painting.

As more time went by the harder raindrops fell, thunder crackling in the sky above. Not affecting your mood or Suguru’s, you think of it as white noise.

Lost faraway in your own thoughts filled with contempt you can’t start to imagine what your sweet boyfriend is thinking of.

Geto’s mind is plagued with thoughts about what will happen tonight. He’ll make you his tonight and he’s so sure of it. The urge he’s fighting back to just park the car at the edge of the woods surrounding the road and stripping you naked is getting harder and harder. He can’t wait to feel your cunt clamping down on his cock; imagining the noises you’re gonna make have him biting his lip to hide the moan that wants to escape. Feeling somewhat bad about his thoughts as his pants feel tighter, he takes a quick glance at you –you're just looking out the window– you look so innocent…he just wants to ruin it.

Finally , you’ve arrived at your destination. It’s nighttime already, the full moon high up casting its white glow over the trees.

“Stay here while I go in and turn the lights on, baby”

The yellow warm hues of the light posts outside keep you company while Geto makes his way inside. Taking a look around you, you notice how dark and thick the surrounding woods are — eerily quiet too— the only thing being heard is the sizzling sound of the rain hitting the ground. You can make out some other cabins scattered here and there, but none have a light on..

‘Looks like no one else is around’ you think to yourself.

While lost in thought you hadn’t noticed Geto stepping out of the cabin. When you turn to look out your window you see him standing there. One hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella he must have found inside. Opening the door for you he asks –smirking– “See something interesting.”

Putting your hand on your chest to try and calm the rapid beating of your heart from the unintentional jump scare, you give him an awkward laugh. “You just scared me there, but I was just looking around. I got curious.”

Chuckling at your answer he gives you his hand to guide you inside.

“Come on baby, be careful I don’t want you getting wet” –adding under his breath– “not this type at least”

Tilting your head up to take a better look at him asking “What was that Suguru?”

Kissing the top of your head, throwing an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him he gives you one of his pretty smiles and that’s enough to make you forget whatever was said.

Getting inside quickly you both start taking off your shoes to not track any mud inside the house. When you go to take off your jacket, you feel Suguru’s big hands lay on your shoulders, halting your movements.

“Let me help you” he whispers next to your ear.

Helping you shrug your jacket off, he slides his hands up and down your figure. Feeling his warm hands makes you shiver and you hope he doesn’t notice.

But he does. He notices everything that has to do with you.

“Is my girl cold? Or just nervous. Hm? ” He speaks in a teasing tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Is all you mutter as you cross your arms turning to look directly at him.

“You look so intimidating,” –he chortled sarcastically– “such a cutie.”

Rolling your eyes you wait for him to put the jackets away. Unsure of where to go, even though it’s just you two you wait on him to give you permission to look around the cabin.

“C’mon let me show you around” grabbing your hand he leads the way.

That’s how you end up in his bed. Big floor to ceiling windows looking out at the woods. Rain pelting the glass windows as thunder roars outside. Clothes already coming off, desperate touches and groans between you two. The only light in the room comes from the lightning illuminating the sky ever so often.

Kissing down your throat, groping one of your still covered breasts while using the other one to keep himself stabilized he looks at you with wild eyes. At last you’re under him, he’s touching your body, he’s the one causing your heart to beat so fast against your ribcage, small mewls escaping your pretty mouth, he finally gets to have you.

Feeling his warm lips on your neck gently sucking, you know you’re gonna have to cover up some marks. But right now you can’t bring yourself to care about appearances. You know girls want to be you every time they see Suguru doting on you, handing you gifts, showing you off, giving you kisses every time he could. A hand always around you, he always needed to be touching you someway. It thrilled you how dedicated he is to you, even giving you space when you felt too overwhelmed. It was your first real relationship, of course you wanted everything to be perfect, but it didn’t shake off the feeling of not being enough for him. So what better opportunity for him to make you understand what you meant to him, a trip alone together was perfect. He had eyes for no one else, you were a Goddess amongst men, a treasure, his treasure .

Shoving his tongue past your mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

“Can I take off your shirt?” he asks, panting as if he had run a marathon. Pausing to take a deep breath you nod your head. Groaning as he sees more of your uncovered body you bring your hands up almost instinctively covering up. But Geto’s even quicker stopping your hands. “Don’t cover, not from me baby, I want to see you . Look I’ll leave your bra on for now” he says in a teasing tone while pulling on the band resting at your back. Bringing himself up to rest on his heels he makes work of taking off your pants, leaving you in your underwear.

Big hands resting on either of your calves he makes you spread your legs to accommodate his muscular build. Resting on his stomach, he brings his mouth near your throbbing heat. Feeling his warm tongue run up and down your clothed cunt, the mess of your essence and his saliva is making your mind go crazy. Grinding yourself against his mouth, he laughs. It’s sloppy the way he makes out with you there, while your legs shake wanting him to pull away the offending fabric keeping you from his mouth. Toes curling, and small whines of his name and ‘please’ here and there has him planting quick pecks over your still covered pussy. Staring at the wet mess in what little light there is has him burying his face deeper into you. Inhaling your sweet intoxicating scent.

“S-suguru what are you…”

“Fuck, you even smell sweet. You’re just the sweetest little thing ever. And all mine. I bet this pussy tastes divine.”

Your lovely boyfriend usually avoids cursing around you, so hearing him speak his mind so freely stirs a fire in you.

“I bet you want more” he says, moving your pantie to the side “and I’m gonna give it to you, don’t worry your pretty little head.” Tilting his head to the side, resting it on his fist, he uses his pointer finger first. Dragging it up and down your wet cunt collecting your essence. Focusing on your little nub, adding some pressure while he draws lazy circles, he slips two fingers in you. Resting now on his elbows he uses one hand to finger you, not taking his eyes off of the mess you’re making on his hand.

Oh he really can’t let you go. You’re too helpless, this world is too dangerous for such a treasure like yourself. There’s no escaping him now. You’ll finally be his completely. Mind, body and soul. Everything of yours will belong to him just like he belongs to you.

Diving in the warmth of his mouth surprises you. Puckering his lips lightly sucking your clit between his lips. You’re squeaking in embarrassment while he’s moaning at the fact that he finally tastes you.

“S-sugu—aahh fuck” you try pushing his head off, embarrassment creeping in at his lewd acts.

Suguru does not like it one bit. He’s been so patient, not wanting to push you to do anything you didn’t want. He’s not going to let you ruin this for him. Just because you’re a little embarrassed.

He just started how else are you going to take his cock if he doesn’t prep you with at least one orgasm first.

Grunting at your weak attempts to get him off he stretches his hands to grab yours— “Don’t” comes his stern voice.

Interlacing your fingers between his, he gently squeezes reassuring you this was fine.

His free hand is rubbing small circles on your hip. Gently he starts trailing kisses between your thighs, lightly nipping your soft skin between his teeth. Not enough pressure to cause you pain; just enough to have you shuddering waiting for his lips to be against where you most want him.

Letting go of your hand he rubs your legs,the warmth of his palms spreading all over your lower parts, bringing his hands to the back of your knees. Pushing your legs towards your chest, the wind is suddenly knocked out of you. His ravenous gaze focusing solely on your slick covered pussy. Silently he collects a glob of spit in his mouth and lets it fall over your cunt. The warmth of it surprises you. Feeling so dirty you start whining calling out to him. But all Suguru does is shush you. Letting one of your legs go he spreads your folds apart with his free hand, feeling your warmth and skin under his fingers, your most sensitive parts and you’re letting him. Trusting him this much. It almost makes Suguru sentimental.

Dragging two fingers inside your quivering sex your boyfriend starts slowly, just to pull those tiny gasps and small moans from you. He wanted to draw this out but your hips seem to have a mind of their own. Grounding your sopping cunt against his fingers. He’s shocked at how much you’re enjoying this. His hand has stilled, you’re doing all the work now, his pants feel tighter and tighter with each passing second. He can’t help the loud groan that escapes his lips, immediately removing his fingers from inside you, stealing your high, that was so close. A few more seconds and you would have jumped off to the waves of pleasure. But you can’t process it for more than a few seconds. Getos lips have replaced his hands. Sucking, licking and slurping your cunt like it’s his last meal. You feel his wet hand grabbing on to your thigh, it’s almost painful. Blunt nails digging into your soft flesh. But the pleasure he’s making you feel is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You feel the incoming waves of pleasure getting nearer, that band inside you getting tighter at the verge of snapping. What pushes you over the edge is Getos desperate “please cum baby, please cum, need you to.”

That whiny tone in his voice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

So desperate, just wanting your pleasure is all it takes to have you finally seeing stars. Like a taut band finally snapping, your back arches off the mattress, almost screaming with immeasurable pleasure. Writhing from the force of your orgasm.

Gasping for air you bring your hands to cover your eyes. A little embarrassed about everything that occurred. It was the first time Geto and you were intimate in any way. Your heart is still beating loudly, when you hear Suguru chuckling

Caging you under his body, he pecks both of your hands “are you okay?”

All you offer back is a nod.

“Come on baby, use your words so I know you’re okay. And please look at me.”

Taking a deep breath you finally look at him. Both of you smile. Burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one is wrapped around his shoulders you bring him closer to you. Wanting to kiss him and he gives it to you. Resting his body weight on you, he ruts his hips against yours. His boxers are covered in precum and your arousal. The heat between you two is almost suffocating, an all consuming need to be closer with one another. Rain outside pelts against the windows, but inside yours and Geto’s little bubble all that is heard is the sound of your lips smacking against one anothers. Small moans littered here and there.

Biting his bottom lip he groans, enjoying the small pain mixed with that vice grip you have of his hair. Making his way down to your neck he litters it with hot, opened mouthed kisses.

”You look so pretty under me, I wanna know how you look on top now. Can we make that happen princess? Can we, please? You’re just so pretty and sweet.” he speaks slowly and low near your ear in a raspy tone. Low moan escaping his mouth at his own words, hand raking down your body. Mapping and memorizing every bump and curve his hands roam over.

“You're taking these off tho” he says, leaving a quick peck below your earlobe. A second of confusion washed over you before you processed what he’s doing. Making himself comfortable spreading his legs on either side of you, trapping you under him. Palming his erection “go on baby, help me out” gesturing to his black briefs.

Big doe eyes looking back at him, the heat radiating off of his body unto yours is almost suffocating.The remnants of your prior orgasm still thruming through your body. You want–no, you need more of it, of him. Suguru can easily become addicting to anyone near him. The sound of his sweet but commanding voice, his presence, his words can make even the most defiant person pliable to his whims. His lips curl at your almost timid face.

Chuckling to himself – “Okay, I’ll do it baby, don’t worry.”

But the moment he reaches to his sides, you stop him. Bashfully stating you’re going to do it. Raising his eyebrow he just raises his hands in an almost surrendering way. You loop your fingers on his waist band. Taking in a small shuddering breath you pull them down, finally freeing his confined cock. You don't know what comes over you, witnessing his thick cock hit his stomach just snaps something in you. With one hand you grab his cock and with the other you push his hip. Hoping he gets the signal; and of course he did. He’s not dumb.

“It’s fine baby we can do that another time” he voices almost hesitantly. There’s no doubt he wants to fuck your mouth. But he’s desperate to be inside you, he just wanted to tease you a bit more before. He’s thrilled that you initiated this though. The raven haired man has spent countless nights fisting his cock to the thought of your lips wrapped around his girth. However he still wanted to let you know you didn’t have to do it. He wasn’t so sure how much he could hold back. It was really up to you.

“Please”

Perversely saccharine is the tone presented in the simple word you spoke. On-brand for Suguru since he met you, he gives in without much of a fight.

“Just let me know if I get carried away, pretty girl.” he tells you while leaning one hand against the bed's headboard. Getting comfortable, getting his cock closer to your mouth.

“Yeah” you say meekly.

Suguru hisses at the warm feeling of your tongue. Fighting his urges to just sink all of his inches down your throat. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head; he focuses on the kitten licks you’re giving him. Not wanting to push you too quickly or make you uncomfortable, he lets you set the pace.

You, with your shining eyes, looking up at him, you let your curious mouth start trailing kisses against his flushed warm tip. Pre-cum covering his length. –Suguru is surprised with how much is coming out. That’s how riled up you get him. Nervously but sure of what you desire. Opening your mouth, wrapping your soft lips around his tip, you gently suckle. Throwing his head back you take it as a sign to take a little more into your mouth. Cautiously Geto moves forward, resting his hand more firmly on the headboard so you can access more of him. You appreciate it, that way you don't have to keep raising your head as much. Bobbing your head up and down to the best of your abilities he’s losing the last of his restraints. The slurping sounds are obscene, the feeling of your nails digging against his thighs are maddening. Wanting more he unknowingly starts moving his hips forward, the sound of you suddenly gagging brings him back.

Bucking his hips back —“ Fuck , fuck , I’m sorry baby”

You just smile up at him, small tears at the corner of your eyes, he hears your hoarse voice say “it’s okay.” Before you get the opportunity to continue your previous ministrations, he moves between your legs.

“I think she’s ready now, hm? Don’t you think so, pretty girl?” he questions you in a syrupy sweet voice, while he drags two fingers between your folds and inserts them gently. “Look at how easy they go in.”

“S-suguru, stop teasing and put it in already.” you say in a whiny voice. And who was he to deny you any longer. Removing his fingers, he makes it a show how wet you are by flashing the webbing of your essence between his fingers as he makes a V shape. Coating his cock in your essence, while looking directly at you. Even with the embarrassment flooding your entire body you do not break eye contact with him. There's no hiding from his sharp eyes.

Crawling up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He assures you he’s going to be gentle. Slowly Geto starts inching his cock in you. Giving you time to adjust to his size. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead he whispers words of encouragement. His shoulders are shaking as he fights his desperation to move like an animal against you. No matter how desperate he is for you, he’s not about to hurt you or make it uncomfortable.

Once he’s fully inside he lets out a choked sound. Enveloped in your warmth now it takes all of his strength not to fuck you into the mattress. Closing his eyes he tries to level his breathing, what brings him back is the feeling of your hands on the sides of his face. Your touch feather light against his warm skin. Looking down at you he smiles before he gently starts rocking his hips against yours. His jet black hair is everywhere around you both as he looms over you. Suguru wants this to be memorable for the both of you. The bed creaks under the both of you, giving an edge to the room and rain going on outside. The mess of tangled limbs and desperate moans reaching every corner of the room. Lost in these new sensations your bodies are going through together you don’t even remember ending up on top of him. But he’s not about to start complaining.

“That’s it sweetheart, keep bouncing on my cock” he says with one hand resting comfortably behind his head.

Your thighs felt on fire, movement going slower than before. “Tired” you say hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hips coming to a stop. You sound sweeter than honey, and he can’t help but want to baby you and take care of all your needs and wants. But not without a bit of teasing first, it’s just in his nature.

“Aw my baby is tired” Suguru spoke in his always soft, caring, voice. Kissing the side of your head he instructs you to sit up again. When you start whining that you’re tired he gives your ass a hard spank. “I told you to sit up, not to do anything else, now did I? You gotta listen better.”

You feel his hands come down rubbing your back, squeezing your hips, signaling you to sit up. Once you do as he instructed you feel his hold on you tighten even more. A bruising strength behind his large hands, you know his fingertips will leave indents marked behind on your soft skin. His strength always throws you off, it’s always there, but you sometimes forget just how strong Suguru is. He plants his feet flat and firm on the bed, and starts thrusting up into you. His ironclad hold on you moving you up and down just how he wanted. He’s using you as his own personal fleshtoy. And you can’t bring yourself to care. Too lost in the overpowering sensation. Your moans mixing with the sound of the wild thunder and rain just outside. He wants to keep his noises down to a minimum, just wanting to drown in everything that has to do with you. Your sounds, the way you’re making him feel, how warm you are, the wild look in your face — he gets glimpses of when lightning strikes outside.

Your bodies move in sync against one another, as if your bodies already know each other. Suguru recognizes that he’s at the tipping point of his orgasm, and from how hard you’re gripping him, you're right there with him.

Head feeling light with the impending feeling of your orgasm, planting your hands harshly on his chest, nails digging into his skin leaving a pink trail in their wake.

“That’s it baby, mark me.” your boyfriend utters between sharp inhales as you let your hips rise and fall on his cock. The sweet feeling of being stretched and full is inescapable. Your words seem to be stuck in your throat as you start rolling your hips. That previous ache and burning sensation you felt earlier is gone. Rutting desperately against one another he throws his head back against the mess of pillows, groaning while your screams get higher and higher in pitch.

The intensity of your shared orgasm has you both clinging to one another, hips involuntary moving. No words are spoken for a few minutes, the only sound enveloping the room is your ragged breath calming down with the rain outside. Running his hand up your back, he tangles his long fingers in your hair, angling your face towards his to kiss you. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing, biting one another in an almost animalistic way.

Once the mess of body fluids feels like too much on your skin, you break the kiss. He chases after more in an almost desperate way; and you have to tell him you want to take a shower. Carrying you to the bathroom, he tells you to give the shower a second so the hot water kicks in. Taking a quick glance over his body you see the evidence of your previous activities over his body. Your nails left scratched, his hair has knots and he’s covered in sweat.

“You really like what you see, pretty girl. Can’t stop looking can you? Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.” He teases, while walking up to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. Bringing your hand up to his mouth he leaves a kiss and tugs you gently with him to the shower.

Suguru’s hands feel amazing against your skin as he helps you shower. His caresses are gentle and meaningful; no ulterior motive. Just utter devotion as a thank you for finally trusting him enough to give your body to him. Washing your hair he asks if he’s using an okay amount of pressure, if he’s going too fast or too slow for you. At your assuring words that he’s doing “amazing” you let yourself be pampered. Returning the same care and gesture you wash him and his hair too. The little bubble of warmth feels like a dream, one you don’t want to wake up from.

You would have never thought a great night would change for the worse in the span of an hour. From a dream to a nightmare, Suguru’s possessive behavior making an entrance like never before. Now that he had you mind, body and soul he couldn't just let you go. A short conversation with him letting you know who he doesn’t want around you anymore has sirens blasting in your mind. As he kept going on about how people look at you, how they want you, how you could get hurt if he’s not there because you are “so defenseless”, you grew uncomfortable. Voicing him your worries and how you’ll be fine and how your friends could be trusted didn’t sit right with him. Your anger got the best of you, starting a shouting match with him, you tell him to take you back home. How you don’t want to deal with “whatever this is” right now you see something in him snap. His tender loving gaze was replaced by something you can’t quite explain. Suguru’s eyes seem devoid of all the light and warmth you are so used to.

“Suguru, if you don’t take me home, I’ll walk back.” You try to threaten, but the shakiness in your voice gives you away. You're not sure where you are, you don’t have the first clue as to how to get back. He knows this, that’s why he raises his not breaking eye contact and laughs.

“Since I love you so much, I’ll give you a head start. Run baby, start running. Let’s see how far you can get.” the ever confident male says, taunting you.

It’s cute to him. The way your eyes fill with tears, opened wide. Suguru Geto will catch you. He knows these woods like the back of his hand. Wearing his once charming smile he starts counting.

“One,two,three — Ya know… I’m being polite. ” he says, wearing a diabolical smile.

That’s where it started clicking to your frozen —by fear�� body. He’s serious. Run away, get as far away from him as possible.

Panic sets in looking everywhere, you’re in a place you haven’t been before, you really don’t know where you are. Just wearing a thin nightgown you start running, without a clear direction in mind. Screaming for help, but no one would hear you. You two were alone.

The ground beneath your feet is wet and cold. Rocks digging themselves under you, but with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you don’t feel how they’re cutting your soles. Tree branches scratching your exposed arms, you don’t register the cuts and bruises starting to adorn your body. Your lungs feel like they are on fire. Feeling like a fish out of water with how quick your breathes are, your heart beats harder each passing second. A sense like it's going to come out of your chest at any moment. You have to keep pushing yourself, there has to be help somewhere. Someone has to be near enough to hear your pleading.

“Keep running” is what you keep commanding yourself to do.You aren’t sure how long you’ve been running for anymore. Your body feels flushed, your head dizzy, affecting your eyesight.

Thunder lighting the skies above you with the earth rumbling with the immense sounds of thunder. Realization suddenly hits you, how deep have you wandered into the woods? There hasn't been one animal seen, the storm could have them hiding. But not seeing even a deer or running rabbit frightened you. What other types of dangers are hiding here. Isn’t the lack of animals a sign of even bigger danger?

You should’ve taken this as a sign of what a big threat he was. —Suguru Geto had an aura around him that could send anyone or anything away.— The stillness of it all while the storm grew its strength, added more fear to your already trembling body. Wanting to buy yourself some time to think you hide behind the biggest tree you see. Sizing it up quickly you disregard the idea of climbing it. There’s no tree branch low enough for you to grab and aid your way up with. You’re not about to hug it with how wide it is and risk a potential fall. Broken bones, a storm, and Suguru looking for you? No.

Suguru…

His face suddenly rushes to the forefront of your mind. Was there something you overlooked? Did he ever give off any warning signs of who he really was?

Did he even keep his word and let you have a head start? Is he still waiting at the edge of the woods?

Or is he silently watching you from a distance?

Your ears start to ring, shivering, you feel your head start to spin, tasting bile at the back of your throat. Taking quick and shallow breaths.

You’re hyperventilating .

Straightening your back against the tree bark you feel its rough texture digging itself into your skin. Nightgown getting caught in it. Trying to regulate your breathing, you search in your head any reasoning for what is happening. It’s a nightmare . It has got to be a nightmare. As you dig your fingers deep into your scalp, tugging at your roots the stinging sensation only serves as a reminder that this is real .

Spiraling thinking about every interaction you’ve had with Geto since the first time you saw him, he pursued you, he went out of his way to be your friend, then your boyfriend. Everybody adored him. How did it turn into this? There had always been something weird surrounding him. But nothing that would have let you believe you’d be going through this shit . He was a tad too overprotective. Yet not enough to raise red flags or have any alarms going off around you.

This wasn’t fair.

Not really surprising, but Suguru had gone after you, after waiting a few minutes. He did stand true to his word, giving you enough time to create a distance between you two before he started his chase.

But you need this moment to think about your next move.

Something snapped and that grabbed your attention, frantically looking around you don’t see any sign of him.

But the moment you go to move, you feel something press behind you. Dark eyes meeting with your wide ones “wrong move” he says, wrapping his big arms around you. Holding you against his chest. “Look at you now, you got all dirty and hurt. See what I meant when I said I need to keep you safe?” You try kicking and scratching him, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. His sheer strength and the realization that he can hurt you if he desires is soul crushing.

“Let me carry you back” he whispers against your ear “don’t try anything else. I don’t want you getting into more trouble.”

All you can bring yourself to muster up is a nod. The raw feeling of your throat is preventing you from screaming more. Feeling his lips against your hair you recoil, but Suguru doesn’t say a thing. Carrying you bridal style back to the cabin. You’re not sure of what’s going on inside his head right now, what’s his thought process or plans. He just seems content to have you in his arms.

You’ll need to think of something to escape.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work!

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