#the fear and nervousness of being watched of being toyed with of knowing that youre already stuck in a maze with no exit and no way back

[multifariousqueer]

Ooo for a Nate request could you do something like Nate x shy virgin reader or something like that ?🤭

Ofc darling!!🩷

Warnings: smut, mentions of bruising and abuse, deflowering, sub! Reader, strong language, nate being rough, idk I think that’s it

The warm autumn air brushed your skin as Nate’s hand snaked its way around your waist. He had began walking you to school during the summer so that you didn’t get kidnapped. That was one of his biggest fears, you getting kidnapped and assaulted. He would offer to drive you but you liked to walk when the weather was nice:

“So I’ll pick you up at 3, okay?” He spoke. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement.

You knew not to test Nate after seeing what he did to Maddy and Cassie. Nate would never intentionally hurt you physically, but hey, accidents happen right?

“Okay” you said softly. Nate loved when you would speak softly and do whatever he wanted.

He smiled and led you into the building, where he saw Maddy who gave you both a death glare:

*Flashback*

“You know he’s toxic, right? He held a gun to my head, are you fucking stupid? Why would you date him?” Maddy said to you once she found out about your relationship

“I’m sorry” you said in tears. You had always looked up to Maddy and seeing her mad at you made you want to die.

“You will be” she said before leaving. That was the last time you guys spoke three months ago.

Since that day, Nate became more and more protective over you. He was always the jealous and possessive type but this pushed it over the edge. Nate loved Maddy but he loved you more, and if anything happened to you, he would kill whoever hurt you with a baseball bat.

Nate always had his hand around your waist or holding your other hand as he carried your books in his abnormally large hand. If anyone looked at you funny, he would shoot them a death glare and grip you tighter, sometimes even leaving bruises. Nate liked leaving bruises because it proved that you belonged to him.

He watched as you migrated over to your friends and watched in awe at how pretty you looked. Your hair was in a ponytail and your clothes were tailored to your body perfectly, your smile lit up the room as you giggled at one of your girl friends jokes.

Nate barred you from having guy friends that weren’t his because he didn’t like the idea of someone hitting on you, Nate took offense whenever someone tried to take what was his. To him, you were his toy, his object of affection that only belonged to him and no one else. He admired how clean and untouched you were, never having a serious relationship before him and never even having sex at all. Thoughts of you in compromising positions and in outfits that only he could see littered his mind throughout the day and made his pants tighten. He couldn’t wait for what he had planned after school.

*Flashback*

Nate and you had gone to the mall one day after school. You browsed for a new pair of shoes but Nate had gone for other, more promiscuous reasons. He took you into Victoria Secret and bought you a bunch of lingerie in pink:

“Here. Try this” he said, holding up a stringy pair of underwear with a bra that had a bow on the breast.

You eyed it nervously before hesitantly agreeing to try it on.

You tried it on and Nate’s breath hitched. He pulled you in between his legs and grabbed the bow on the bra and pulled it, leaving your breasts exposed.

Nate pulled your sensitive buds in his mouth while you let out a small moan:

“Please not here” you breathed

Nate bit down on your nipple and gave you a look that told you to just go along with it. He rolled your nipple in between his teeth as you let out small moans and breaths, the fitting room getting a bit hot as his mouth moved from your nipples to your mouth:

“I don’t wanna take your virginity here, babe” he breathed

“Than where?” you asked

Nate whisked you up over his shoulder as he took off the lingerie and replaced it with your normal clothes. He walked up to the register, still holding you and said:

“These please”

You walked out of the mall and he ushered you into his truck, your outfit riding up a bit as you slid into the seat.

It seemed like you would never use that set but the day finally came. He took you to his house where he had a picnic in the backyard:

“Hi, y/n!” Nate’s mother said

“Hi, Mrs. Jacob’s” you answered with a smile

Nate’s family loved you because you made Nate seriously happy and you were respectful, unlike Maddy who disrespected them all the time.

Nate ushered you into the back and sat you down gracefully.

“Aww Nate, thank you so much” you cooed

“Mhmmm anything for you, babe” he spoke

You two chatted about any and everything, mostly about football and how he had found his fathers tapes:

“That’s horrible. What can I do to help?” You asked

“Well, now that you mention it-“ Nate started before lifting you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

You were innocent and Nate knew that. You had never done anything sexual with anyone in your life:

“Have you ever done this before?” Nate asked

“no” you said, feeling 1 inch tall

“Have you ever touched yourself?” He asked, looking down at you as he placed you on the bed.

“Ummm… yes” you said, hesitating to answer honestly because you were afraid that he wouldn’t be happy

“Hm. Okay” he said before laying you down on your back and spreading your legs

Nate pulled your panties off and spit on your core, sending low whimpers from your mouth into the space. He grabbed your neck and whispered in your ear:

“Can I fuck you?”

“yeah. just be gentle” you begged

Nate scoffed and said:

“always”

He rubbed circles along your clit as moans escaped your lips, sliding two fingers in and pumping them gently:

“Fuck you’re so tight for me” he breathed

Your mind was preoccupied on how full you felt. If his fingers were this big, you couldn’t imagine how big his cock was. Luckily, you didn’t have to imagine long because as your orgasm was approaching, Nate stopped, leaving you empty and frustrated.

“Not yet, cutie” he smiled.

Nate pulled out his hard cock as you watched in awe at the sheer size of it. He saw the look in your eyes and said:

“You’ll get used to it”

He pushed himself inside of you as you let out a moan of pain. You gripped onto his bicep as you felt like you were being split open by him. He let out a loud groan as he felt your warm walls grip onto him. His eyes found yours as tears filled your eyes and he grabbed your hand:

“Do you wanna stop?”

“I- ughh- no” you said through tears

Nate paused for a moment to give you time to adjust to him. You tapped him to let him know that he could keep going and he did. His hips moved at a slow pace as your face went from an expression of pain to pleasure. His pace picked up as moans escaped your lips and his mouth found your neck and chest, leaving large bruises on both. He wanted the world to know that he had you the night before, in such a vulnerable position underneath him.

His pace went from fast, to very fast as the vulgar sound of skin slapping and your tight cunt drove him to the edge. His eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm approached in a wave. He looked down at you and placed his hand on your neck as he angled his cock up so that it was touching your g spot. He thrusted upwards in a way that made your walls twitch and grip onto him. Your back arched and your mouth parted as your orgasm approached fast:

“I think I’m gonna cum” you moaned

“Not yet.” He said

“Please?” you pleaded

Nate pulled out his cock and you whimpered.

“Since you wanna act like a slut and not listen to me, I’ll treat you like the slut you are” he breathed before flipping you onto your stomach and holding onto your neck.

His thrusts were rough and merciless as you whined into the pillow, his grip tightening on your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Cum. Now.” He barked

You did exactly that as a wave of pleasure washed over you and made you unable to move. You lay there, a moaning mess as your boyfriend released ropes of his cum into you, marking you as his.

“I’m sorry for being so rough” Nate said breathily

“Mmmmm it’s okay” you moaned

He picked you up and laid you on the mattress properly as he left to grab a cool towel and your favorite big shirt of his. You laid there reminiscing on how amazing your first time was.

Nate cleaned you up and joined you on the mattress, pulling you into his embrace.

“Nate?” You asked

“Yeah?” He said

“Can we do that again?” You asked innocently

He chuckled and said:

“Maybe tomorrow, Princess”

[lcvebuckley]

cat lover!tommy x shelter attendant!buck au anyone?

Tommy hadn’t planned on visiting the shelter today, but loneliness had a way of pushing you out the door. Months after the stray cat he’d adored disappeared, the silence in his apartment had become unbearable. He needed a companion, someone to fill the empty space.

As he arrived at the shelter, the first thing he spotted was a guy crouched by a cage, holding a squeaky toy and grinning at a golden retriever like they shared an inside joke.

Both the guy and the dog looked up when they heard the familiar jingling of the shop door and Tommy couldn't help but chuckle at the cute sight. It was like being greeted by two golden retrievers, both radiating the same bright, infectious energy.

The guy stared at Tommy for a moment, and the faint blush on his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. Tommy watched as he seemed to shake off whatever had him distracted and stepped closer.

“Hi! Looking to adopt?” the guy said, standing and dusting his hands on his jeans. His smile was blinding and Tommy had a hard time ignoring how his heart skipped a beat.

Tommy nodded, suddenly feeling awkward under his bright blue gaze. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about getting a cat. Been… lonely lately.”

The other's smile softened at the response, his gaze warm and understanding. "Well, luck is on your side today. I'm Evan, renowned resident cat expert and part-time dog wrangler," he paused and leaned in closer, a hand over his mouth as he whispered, "Self-proclaimed, but don’t let that sway your confidence in me."

Tommy chuckled and offered his hand, "Tommy. I guess I can trust you to find my perfect match?" he asked. Evan took his hand and the moment their skin touched, warmth spreads through Tommy, a quiet comfort settling in his chest. Evan’s calloused hand fit perfectly against his, and when their eyes met again, neither seemed eager to let go, their hands lingering and their eyes locked.

“O-Of course! You can count on me,” Evan stammered, pulling his hand back quickly when he realized he’d been staring a little too long. Tommy glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Please,” he said, his voice soft but grateful for Evan’s enthusiasm.

As Buck led him through the shelter, he started talking—well, rambling, really—about all the cats in his care. Tommy found himself smiling, charmed by Evan’s energy and the way he gushed about each one. He could tell that Evan really cares, and that alone sparked something in Tommy.

Tommy wasn’t the kind of person who fell for someone so easily and yet, being here with Evan made him think of the impossible. Tommy never let himself fall for someone in fear of getting hurt, but Evan feels different. He feels like he can trust him with his heart because of how gentle he is with the shelter animals.

"So, did you see anyone you like?" Evan asked, but Tommy didn't reply right away. He can't take his eyes off Evan, as if he's stuck in a trance. He was staring at his gorgeous blue eyes, the way his curls fell to the side of his face as he talks, his slightly flushed cheeks, his lips. God, his lips. Tommy knows he has no chance with Evan—he is way out of his league—but the urge to feel those lips on his was real.

"You..." The word slipped out before Tommy could stop it. Evan froze, his blush deepening as it crept down his neck. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

That's when Tommy realized he just said that out loud.

Tommy snapped back to reality, mentally cursing himself. “Sorry,” he said quickly, but then, with a quick recovery, added, “I mistook you for a golden retriever. You look just like one—adorable and cheerful.” He prided himself on being quick-witted in awkward situations, but right now, he wanted nothing more than to disappear six feet under from sheer embarrassment.

The other stared at Tommy for a moment before bursting into laughter. His blush didn’t fade, but his grin grew wider. "But I thought you're looking for a cat?” he teased, gesturing toward the enclosures.

“I am, I just—” Tommy stammered, his flustered state making it impossible to look directly at Evan. Instead, his gaze wandered around the room, desperate for an escape, until it landed on something.

His eyes stopped at a small enclosure where three kittens tumbled over one another in a heap of tiny paws and tails. One of them caught Tommy’s eye immediately—a tiny black-and-white kitten with wide green eyes.

Evan noticed his gaze. “Oh, that’s Buttons. She and her siblings just got old enough to adopt. Their mom passed not long after giving birth. It was touch-and-go for a while, but they’re fighters.”

“Can I hold her?” Tommy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” Evan said, carefully opening the enclosure. He scooped the kitten up gently and handed her to Tommy. Their fingers brushed at the exchange, and Tommy glanced up and noticed the faint flush that crept back into Evan’s cheeks. It was endearing how easily Evan got flustered, and Tommy couldn’t help but smile.

Shifting his focus to the kitten, Tommy felt a pang of familiarity. Buttons reminded him so much of Spots, the stray Tommy grew attached to before she went missing. They have the same coat of fur, and they even sound the same. Tommy felt instant connection and couldn't take his eyes off her. “She’s perfect,” Tommy murmured, holding Buttons gently against his chest.

Evan smiled softly, his shyness giving way to something warm and genuine. “She’s got good taste," he said, not really aware of how that sounded. Tommy raised a brow, smirking. “You mean in me? Or are you saying she takes after you?” he teased.

Evan blinked, clearly caught off guard, before laughing nervously. “Uh, both?” he said, quickly turning away and mumbling something to himself. Tommy caught only a few words, including “stupid” and “obvious.”

Tommy chuckled, a warmth spreading in his chest. After everything that happened today, he was starting to think he might actually have a chance with Evan. “I like her already.”

By the time Tommy left the shelter, promising to return once he’d prepped his home, he couldn’t decide what he was more excited about—bringing Buttons home or finding an excuse to see Evan again.

[kdyq]

based off of that last fic, hear me out — modern au w/ single mom!reader. she wasn't interested in dating until ambessa ofc, but then shes super nervous about ambessa finding out she has a kid, only for her to figure out ambessa does in fact have children!! and then they're kids meet n its rlly cute. bonus if reader's kid is young and ambessa takes care of them to give the reader a break or smth. like - i need ambessa reliving her infant or toddler days lol. hope this is okay to rq!!

Cheers to new beginnings

Ambessa AU! X fem!single mom AU reader

context: You a single mom meets Ambessa at an event she changes everything.

You hadn’t thought about dating in years. Between the pressure of being a single mom and your job the idea of love felt like a fever dream. You’d built a good life for yourself and your little one your days were filled with laughter bedtime stories and the occasional tantrum. But you weren’t lonely at least that’s what you told yourself.

Then Ambessa entered your life.

You met her at a fundraiser your family friend hosted but you almost didn’t attend. She’d been the keynote speaker for the fundraiser. When she introduced herself afterward you couldn’t stop staring her confident smile and the way her eyes seemed to see straight through you. By the time you left that night she’d already asked you to dinner and you’d said yes before your brain could catch up.

The dates were magical long conversations over candlelit meals make out sessions and the sense that she genuinely wanted to know you. But the fear lingered in the back of your mind. You’d been down this road before and your daughter had always been the dealbreaker. As much as you wanted to believe Ambessa was different you were terrified to find out.

One evening as you sat across from her at in her living room you decided it was time to tell her. But before you could work up the courage Ambessa leaned back in her chair a rare softness crossing her features.

“I want to share something with you” she began. Her voice usually so commanding was almost tender. “I have children.”

You blinked stunned. “You… you do?”

Ambessa smiled her gaze distant for a moment. “Two. Grown now. But I remember the chaos of their younger years well enough.” Her smile deepened as she added

“And the joy too.”

Relief flooded you and before you knew it you were telling her about your little one. Ambessa listened closely asking questions that made it clear she wasn’t just being polite she was actually interested. By the end of the night the weight on your chest had lifted and for the first time in years you felt like maybe just maybe this could work.

A few weeks later Ambessa suggested meeting your daughter. “I’d like to know the most important part of your life” she said her saying that made your heart ache in the best way. Nervous but hopeful you agreed.

The introduction happened at a park on a sunny afternoon. You watched from a bench as Ambessa approached your daughter crouching to her level and introducing herself with a warm smile. Your little one shy at first quickly warmed up to her especially after Ambessa offered to push her on the swings.

It was surreal watching someone so powerful be so sweet. you watch you giggling child around the playground her deep laugh blending with your daughter’s squeals of delight.

Later as you packed up to leave your daughter clung to Ambessa’s leg and demanded another playdate. Ambessa laughed ruffling her hair. “Anytime” she said and you knew she meant it.

One evening Ambessa insisted on giving you a break. “You deserve a night to yourself” she said firmly. Despite your protests she showed up at your door with a confident smile and a bag of toys and books she’d picked out herself.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked for the tenth time glancing nervously at your daughter who was already tugging on Ambessa’s hand.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the only one who knows how to handle a toddler you know.”

You laughed “well you two have fun”

The night turned into a whirlwind of activity for Ambessa. There was a tea party complete with stuffed animal guests a dramatic retelling of The Very Hungry Caterpillar and a bath that turned into a small flood.

“Why do they make toys that squirt water?” Ambessa muttered wiping her face as your daughter giggled and splashed in the tub.

Later she found herself trying to assemble a castle out of blocks while answering rapid fire questions about her life.

“Do you have a dog?”

“No.”

“Do you like dinosaurs?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Can I have another cookie?”

“Only if you eat this carrot first.”

By the time your daughter’s eyelids started drooping Ambessa felt both exhausted and oddly happy she was on the verge of going to sleep. She carried her to bed humming a lullaby she hadn’t sung in years and stayed until the soft snores filled the room.

When you returned later that night you found Ambessa sitting on the couch your daughter fast asleep on her chest. Toys were scattered everywhere and a half eaten plate of cookies sat on the coffee table.

“She insisted on a tea party” Ambessa said softly not wanting to wake your daughter. “And then we read… I lost count of how many books.”

Your heart swelled as you took in the sight of them together. Ambessa who had always seemed so untouchable looked perfectly at home with your little girl snuggled against her.

You sat down beside them brushing a strand of hair from your daughter’s face. “Thank you” you whispered.

Ambessa met your gaze her expression warm. “For what?”

“For being here. For… everything.”

She smiled leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to thank me. This is exactly where I want to be.”

As you rested your head on her shoulder the three of you together in the quiet glow of the evening you realized you hadn’t just found love you’d found a partner. Someone who saw all of you including the parts you thought would scare her away and embraced them fully.

The future no longer felt dreadful it felt like the start of a new chapter one filled with love laughter and the family you’d always dreamed of.

“THE END”

I hope I did your request the way you wanted 🫶🏾

[ahqkas]

husband!simon with a baby (fem!wife!reader)

husband!simon will became more emotionally guarded. he struggles with his emotions, experiencing the mixture of feelings from joy to anxiety. the announcement of your pregnancy can also act like a trigger to his trauma with his own childhood, reminding him of the pain he went through due to his father’s behavior. the fear of repeating the history is very present in his head, and he will beat himself up if he shows any negative emotions towards you during the pregnancy. he swears he won’t become like him (his father) and that the baby will be shown nothing else but love and adoration since the day of birth, he’ll make sure if that

husband!simon who, despite the nervousness and anxiety he feels, is deeply concerned for your well-being and the child’s health during labor. he wants you both to be okay and if something happened to either of you, or god forbid to both of you, he would have a hard time living with himself. it’s difficult to say if he would be physically present during the birth, he wants to be with you but he doesn’t know if his job would allow that during the moment. if luck’s on his side and he has the chance to witness the birth of his, your baby, it helps to build a stronger connection between you as a family

husband!simon whose eyes become a bit teary at the sight of you cradling the small baby to your chest, dark irises watching you two and imprinting the picture into his mind so he can relive the moment whenever he feels like it. he’s just so happy you both are okay and his eyes soften when you bring the baby girl towards him, his arms reaching out to take her into his embrace. she’s so fuckin’ small in his hands, so delicate and sweet looking, he swears he’ll bring her nothing but love and happiness. the pride and joy he feels in the depth of his chest is the best feeling in the whole world and your tired yet loving eyes remind him how much he appreciates the chance he was given on another family (this time, he will make it right)

the baby works her charm on husband!simon to melt his cold heart and it works every single time. for example:

༉‧₊˚. FIRST SMILE !

in the cozy living room of a small house, simon was sitting cross legged with the baby leaning against his firm chest on a soft blanket, surrounded by an array of colorful toys and childrens’ books to pass the time as another day neared to its end. the father was showing his daughter pictures of animals as you cooked dinner in the kitchen, leaving them to form a bond on their own. an illustration of a german shepherd was present on the page in front of them as simon pointed at the dog, his eyes shifting between the book and his baby girl to see if he was boring her but her wide eyes were full of curiosity. “look at that, sweetheart. that’s a german shepherd, they’re known for their loyalty and courage.”

the baby’s gaze, intense and unwavering, was fixed on the dog. simon half expected for her to whine in displeasure, to show him she was intimidated by the picture but to his surprise, a tiny hand reached out and traced the image with fingers in excitement of learning something new. the little girl turned in his lap to look at his face and the sight of his daughter’s heartwarming smile was enough to send simon into a trance. her eyes were sparkling with delight and his own were wide, full of surprise. for all he knew, that was her first smile ever and she gave it to him, a person he thought his daughter would never smile at.

“did you just -“ his heart skipped a beat upon hearing a chorus of giggles escaping her as she tried to cover her mouth with both of her hands, but from the way her kind eyes and chubby cheeks were moving, simon knew she was still grinning at him.

why would she be smiling in his presence? what was the reason? he was still insecure about his parental skills and the new position of a father. but as the realization sinked in that his daughter was indeed smiling at him, a wave of feelings washed over him and the man found himself softly smiling back at her.

he didn’t hesitate to scoop the smiling baby up into his arms, determined to hear her little giggles as she grinned upon the gesture, feeling joyful to be in daddy’s hold. it was a magical and heart-melting moment for simon, seeing the big smile for the first time and a thought flashed in his mind. he wanted his girl to smile as much as possible from now and nothing would take his wish away.

despite his size, his footsteps were quiet as he approached you in the kitchen with your daughter in his arms, his hold on her protective and gentle. you could sense he radiated pure happiness the moment he leaned against the kitchen counter next to you with the giggling baby on his hip as you assisted the bubbling pot with soup. “she gave me her very first smile, lovey.” “c’mon, show that pretty smile to mommy now, sunshine.”

the fear of not receiving one of those smiles was real to him, he knew he didn’t look like he was a welcoming figure and his intimidating demeanor could cause troubles in her point of view to the little girl. yet here he was, with the meaningful moment forever carved into his mind.

simon cherishes the moment deeply in his heart and whenever he’s feeling low, a single sight of your daughter’s smile can make his day better without struggles.

༉‧₊˚. FIRST BATH !

simon was standing by the slowly filling bathtub, his puzzled expression shifting between the various baby bath products in front of him. he looked so confused, this obviously wasn’t his territory but he requested that this time it would be him who gave your daughter a bath and you agreed without any hesitation. you were watching him with a gentle smile as you undressed your daughter, who seemed to be giggling and cooing mess as if she sensed her father’s unease and wanted to help him in calming down.

his dark irises were looking for your approval as he checked the water for right temperature and at your nod, he took the little girl into his own arms, lowering her into the bathtub with shaky hands. despite the slight trembling in his muscles, he kept a secure hold on the baby to not drop her.

you were watching the scene unfold with a fond smile, noticing the way he carefully cradled your daughter’s head in his big palms, his intentions cautious and gentle. you can clearly see the determination to do it right in his eyes and you kneel down next to him, resting your arms at the edge of the bathtub while you gave guided him through the steps of washing the baby’s tiny body.

your husband felt himself relaxing after few minutes into the bath time, his feelings shifting from one of skepticism to a mix of wonder and surprise. he was afraid he might have hurt the little girl but now when he overcame his fears, the way your daughter’s eyes lit up at the splashing water around her and her tiny fingers were touching the bubbles to pop them, a small smile grazed his lips at the sight while a gentle warmth enveloped his insides. when the bath came to an end and he wrapped the baby in a fluffy towel, he couldn’t help but chuckle as she kicked her feet and giggled freely. in that moment, simon realized that even though he might be a heartless soldier, he’s also a loving father who broke the cycle and is capable of tenderness.

when you reached out to offer help with getting your daughter dressed, he shook his head with a newfound confidence in his actions as he started to dress her up. a cozy onesie was embracing your daughter’s body soon as she rested on her father’s chest, and simon knew there was nothing he should be afraid of involving your daughter as long as he had you by his side to provide him with support.

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[cruel-seduction]

His Personal Plaything

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of degradation, humiliation, and non-consensual situations involving exhibitionism. It features power dynamics and may include descriptions of acts that some readers may find disturbing or triggering. Reader discretion is advised.

Summary - You haven't paid rent for more than a month now, and you are two broke to pay rent. So when your roommate suggests an idea it is too tempting to decline.

The tension in the small apartment was thick as Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared at you. You could feel the weight of your joblessness, the eviction notice looming over your head, and the guilt gnawing at your insides. You hadn’t been able to pay rent for two months now, and you knew you were out of options.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ethan asked, his voice low, almost mocking.

You swallowed hard, your hands wringing in your lap as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "I... I’ll do anything," you whispered, the words barely audible, but they hung in the air like a noose tightening around your throat. "I just can’t afford it right now. Please."

His lips curled into a smirk, and you hated how it made your stomach twist, a mixture of fear and something darker you didn’t want to name. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Anything?” Ethan asked, drawing out the word slowly, his gaze darkening.

You nodded, feeling the desperation clawing at your chest. "Yes... anything."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Well," he said, his tone casual, almost as if he were discussing the weather, "how about this—I’ll forget about the rent for as long as you want. In return, you’ll be my personal little slut. You won’t have to pay a single dollar, but I get to use you whenever and however I want."

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as the meaning of his words sank in. He leaned back again, watching you closely, his smirk widening as he waited for your reaction.

“I’m talking about free use,” Ethan continued, his voice dripping with amusement. "You’ll be my plaything, available to me whenever I feel like it. Watching a movie? I’ll fuck you. Cleaning the house? You better be ready when I come up behind you. Doesn’t matter what you're doing—you belong to me." He paused, letting the weight of his proposition settle in. "So, what do you say? Rent-free, in exchange for being my little whore."

There was a pause, the air thick with anticipation. You should’ve hesitated, should’ve felt disgusted, but the words came out of your mouth almost instantly.

"Yes," you said, your voice trembling. "I’ll do it."

As soon as the words left your mouth, Ethan's grin grew darker, more sinister. He reached down, gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was rough, the pressure of his fingers bruising your skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the mocking praise sending a wave of humiliation through you. “I knew you’d see things my way. You’re going to make me proud, aren’t you? My little slut.”

You bit your lip, nodding slightly, already feeling your cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and something else that you weren’t ready to confront.

****

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. You stood nervously in front of Ethan, the plush toy—a giant teddy bear—sitting innocently on the floor, its beady eyes watching you like a silent witness to what was about to unfold.

Ethan leaned back against the edge of the bed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he studied you. “You know what I want you to do,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “I-I don’t know if I can,” you stammered, the words barely escaping your lips.

“Stop pretending,” he said, his tone low and mocking. “You love this. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

You hesitated for a moment, the embarrassment washing over you, but deep down, a thrill of excitement surged through your veins. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, a desperate need awakening within you. Nodding slowly, you began to peel off your clothes, the fabric sliding against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Ethan watched intently, his eyes darkening with desire as you stripped away your barriers. You tossed aside your shirt, exposing your bare skin to the cool air, and then slipped out of your pants, revealing the lace of your panties. The rush of vulnerability surged through you, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension as you stood before him, fully exposed.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with condescension. “Now, get on your knees and grind on that toy like the little slut you are.”

You sank to your knees, the soft carpet cushioning your skin, but all you could think about was the plush toy waiting in front of you. The giant teddy bear seemed to loom larger than life, its fuzzy exterior inviting yet intimidating.

As you pressed your body against it, you felt a rush of heat enveloping you. You began to move, your hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as you ground against the soft surface. The sensation was intoxicating, and you let out a small whimper, your body responding eagerly to the friction.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Ethan taunted, crossing his arms as he leaned closer, his voice laced with mockery. “I thought you wanted to please me. Show me how much you want it.”

You bit your lip, desperation clawing at you as you pushed yourself harder against the toy. You moved your hips in deeper, more frantic motions, letting out soft moans that filled the otherwise quiet room. The sound of your breathing mixed with the plush toy’s gentle resistance sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s it, my little slut,” he continued, his voice a smooth whisper that made your heart race. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me. Look at you, humping that bear like a desperate little girl. How pathetic.”

Each degrading word stung, yet it fueled the fire within you, igniting a twisted sense of pleasure. You could feel your body responding to his words, your core tightening with each thrust.

“Do you feel good?” he asked, his eyes locked on you with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you pushed harder against the toy, your breaths becoming more ragged. “I love it. I love being your toy.”

“Good,” he replied, his smirk widening. “Now give that bear a good show. I want to hear you. I want to know how much of a little slut you can be.”

With his encouragement, you lost yourself in the moment. You ground harder, the plush toy becoming your only focus. Your body moved rhythmically, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel your cheeks flush, the humiliation mixing with overwhelming pleasure, turning your thoughts hazy.

“Look at you, getting off on a stupid teddy bear,” Ethan continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “You really are just a pathetic little slut, aren’t you?”

You nodded, the words flowing from your lips without hesitation. “Yes, I am. I’m your pathetic little slut.”

As you continued to move, the sound of your wetness filled the air, mixing with your desperate whimpers. The plush toy pressed against your core felt heavenly, and you couldn’t help but chase that high, pushing your body against it even harder.

“Come on, don’t hold back,” Ethan urged, his voice thick with lust. “Let everyone know how much you’re enjoying this. Moan for me.”

Your body responded to his command, and you couldn’t stop the loud, desperate cries that escaped your lips. You felt alive, your senses heightened, every thrust against the bear pushing you closer to the edge.

As you moved, you could see Ethan’s gaze glued to you, an undeniable sense of power radiating from him. The thrill of being completely exposed and degraded made you feel more alive than ever, and you let yourself fall deeper into the sensation.

“Now, make that bear your best friend,” he taunted, his voice low and sultry. “Show me just how much you need this.”

You lost yourself in the rhythm, grinding harder and moaning louder, the world outside fading away. The humiliation only heightened your pleasure, and as you pushed yourself to the limit, your body began to unravel, pleasure exploding within you as you found release.

You collapsed onto the toy, panting and breathless, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Ethan’s laughter filled the room, and though you felt embarrassed, the rush of satisfaction lingered in the air.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth and soothing, as he watched you with pride.

As you caught your breath, Ethan’s gaze was sharp, his interest piqued further as he leaned in, enjoying the sight of you sprawled on the floor, flushed and vulnerable. “You know, I think we can take this up a notch,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice firm. You scrambled to obey, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt his intense gaze on you. You could feel the fabric of your lacy panties and the remnants of your clothes clinging to your skin, a reminder of how exposed you truly were.

“Now,” he said, taking a step closer, “I want you to touch yourself. Show me how much you want this.”

The words sent a thrill through you, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement flooding your senses. You hesitated for a moment, but the urgency in his eyes compelled you to comply. With shaky hands, you reached up to your breasts, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your bra before you squeezed them, your skin warming under your touch.

“Harder,” he instructed, his tone laced with authority. “I want to see you enjoy it.”

You obeyed, your fingers pressing down more firmly, pinching your nipples through the fabric. A soft moan escaped your lips, the sensation causing heat to bloom in your core. The pleasure mixed with humiliation as you felt his eyes scrutinising every move you made.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Now, take off your bra. I want to see you bare for me.”

With a swift motion, you pulled the straps down and tossed the bra aside, your breasts exposed to him. The cool air brushed against your skin, heightening your senses as you instinctively cupped your breasts again, the weight of them feeling deliciously heavy in your palms.

Ethan took a step back, his gaze travelling over your body, appraising you like a piece of art. “I want you to pose for me,” he said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kneel down and arch your back, showing off that pretty body of yours. And don’t forget to squeeze those tits for me.”

You sank back onto your knees, the carpet pressing into your skin, and arched your back, pushing your breasts forward. You squeezed them gently, feeling the warmth of your own skin beneath your fingers. The combination of vulnerability and desire ignited a fire within you.

“Perfect,” Ethan said, pulling out his phone. “Now hold that pose while I take some pictures.”

You watched him through your lashes, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze. As he snapped photos, you could hear the shutter click, each sound echoing in the room, marking your submission. The humiliation intensified as you imagined what those pictures would reveal.

“Let’s make this a little more fun,” he said, scrolling through the images he’d just taken. “I want you to crawl on all fours now. You’re going to beg for permission before you can do anything else.”

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, but the thrill of the challenge pushed you to comply. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto all fours, your heart racing as the carpet brushed against your palms and knees. You could feel the cool air against your skin, and the sensation was electrifying.

“Please, Ethan,” you said, your voice a soft whimper, “may I do something?”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Not yet. You need to show me just how much you want it. I want you to grind against the floor, like you were with that toy. Show me what you can do.”

With a deep breath, you began to move, your hips rolling against the ground in slow, deliberate motions. Each grind sent waves of pleasure through your body, igniting your senses as you let the sensations take over. The humiliation of the position only fueled your desire, the pleasure mixing with the degradation in a heady mix.

“Look at you,” Ethan mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Such a little whore, begging for it on the floor. How pathetic.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the degradation washing over you in waves, intensifying the pleasure you felt. You pushed your hips down harder, grinding against the carpet, and moans escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet room.

“Now, let’s take some more pictures,” Ethan said, snapping more shots as you moved. “I want everyone to see just how desperate you are for this.”

The thought of him sharing these images made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the thrill only heightened your arousal. You felt alive, exposed, and completely his. Each sound, every click of the camera, made you acutely aware of your submission.

“Now,” he said, stepping closer again, “tell me how much you need this.”

“I need it so badly,” you replied, your voice trembling with desire. “Please, Ethan. I need you.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice smooth and sultry. “You’re mine to use, and you’re going to remember that.”

With that, you sank deeper into the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his words, ready to submit completely to his every command.

***

The next day you woke up, last night activities still fresh in your mind, heat pooled down your pussy but you shrugged that thought off and when you looked at the door you saw Ethan leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk on his face as he watched you. The sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting a warm glow that heightened your awareness of every inch of your skin. You could feel your heart racing, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through your veins.

“Let’s make this interesting,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Why don’t you change out there, on the balcony? Where everyone can see you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, a rush of heat flushing your cheeks at the thought. “Are you serious?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“Absolutely. Put on something that shows off that pretty body of yours. Something revealing.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, igniting a thrill deep within you.

Nervously, you turned to your wardrobe, your hands shaking slightly as you rummaged through your clothes. Finally, you settled on a lacy, sheer top that left little to the imagination and a tiny skirt that barely covered anything at all. As you slipped off your shirt, the cool air brushed against your bare skin, amplifying every sensation. You could feel Ethan's intense gaze on you, the way it roamed over your body, igniting a fire within.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I want to see you in it,” he encouraged, his tone thick with anticipation.

With a shaky breath, you pulled the sheer top over your head, the fabric clinging to your curves like a lover’s caress. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—a mix of vulnerability and excitement radiating from your reflection.

“Now the skirt, and bra” Ethan urged, his voice a command that made your pulse quicken.

With trembling fingers, you unzipped your shorts, letting them fall to the floor. The anticipation of being exposed sent shivers down your spine. You stepped into the skirt, its fabric sliding over your hips, and unhooked your bra slowly taking it off and took a deep breath as you stepped out onto the balcony.

The sunlight enveloped you, and you felt a rush of exhilaration and vulnerability as you turned to face Ethan. He stood just inside, framed by the doorway, a king watching his obedient subject. “Now, bend over,” he commanded, his voice firm yet laced with something more—a promise of pleasure and humiliation.

Your heart raced, and a thrill of anxiety mixed with excitement washed over you. “Out here?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“Exactly. Let them see how obedient you are. Call out for me, let them know who you belong to,” he replied, his smirk widening.

With your heart pounding, you leaned over the railing, exposing yourself to the world beyond. The rush of fresh air against your skin heightened your senses, making your cheeks flush with both embarrassment and exhilaration. You could almost hear the distant sounds of life below, and the thought of being watched sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Louder,” Ethan urged, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving your form. “I want them to hear you. Tell me how much you need this.”

“Please, Ethan,” you called out, your voice trembling with a mixture of shame and need. “I need you. Please use me.

You knelt before Ethan, your heart pounding in your chest, the air thick with tension and expectation. His eyes were locked on you, a mix of lust and amusement playing on his face as you hesitated for just a moment, nerves fluttering in your stomach.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re already down there so why don’t you use your mouth for a better purpose .”

With the weight of his gaze bearing down on you, you felt a surge of humiliation wash over you, pushing you to action. You leaned forward, your palms resting on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You could sense the openness of the balcony behind you, the thrill of potential onlookers adding to the intoxicating mixture of fear and desire.

As you unbuttoned Ethan's jeans, the sound echoed in the quiet afternoon air, making your heart race even faster. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was a strange thrill in it. The zipper slid down, and you hesitated for a heartbeat before pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing him completely.

Ethan’s cock stood hard and ready, and you couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight. You leaned closer, your breath brushing against him, the warmth of your mouth enticing and inviting. Ethan smirked, leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying the show.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice low and commanding. “Take your time. Show me how much you want this.”

You nodded slightly, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you took him in, the taste of him filling your mouth. It felt overwhelming, and the mixture of precum and desire made you moan softly around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ethan groaned, his hands finding their way to your hair, fingers tangling in your locks as he guided you further down his length. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling your mouth, the pressure building as you tried to accommodate him.

The sounds of the street below drifted into your awareness, adding to the thrill of the moment. The thought that anyone could see you made your cheeks flush with heat, amplifying your submission.

“Let’s see how well you can take it,” Ethan taunted, thrusting his hips slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth. You fought the urge to gag, focusing on your breathing, trying to relax as he slid further down your throat.

“No talking,” he interjected, his tone firm yet dripping with desire. “Just keep going. I want to see you enjoy this.”

With that, you surrendered to the moment, focusing on the rhythm of your movements. You started to bob your head, taking him in deeper, feeling the pressure build in your throat. The sounds of Ethan’s moans filled the air, and the sight of his pleasure made your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“God, you’re amazing,” he groaned, thrusting his hips slightly as he encouraged you to take more. “You’ve got no idea how hot you look right now.”

You could feel yourself blushing even harder at his praise, the thrill of being used only adding to the sensations coursing through your body. You pushed yourself harder, your tongue swirling around him as you took him deeper, each movement fueled by the desire to please him.

“Just a little more,” Ethan urged, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you really take it.”

You nodded, determination fueling you as you pushed yourself to your limits. As you sank down further, you felt the familiar sting of tears prick at your eyes, but the rush of adrenaline only spurred you on. You wanted to please him, to give in completely to the humiliation and power play that consumed the room.

With a final thrust, Ethan buried himself deep in your mouth, groaning loudly as you felt him pulse against your tongue. You held your breath, fighting the urge to pull back as he let go, the heat of him spilling into your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, watching you with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “You’re incredible.”

You pulled back slowly, gasping for air, your heart racing from the mix of humiliation and exhilaration. As you looked up at him, his expression was one of complete satisfaction, and in that moment, you knew you’d just crossed another line into submission. And this was just the beginning. 

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Might I request an enemies to friends to lovers with Astarion?

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK LITTLE DRABBLE. IT IS ALMOST 4K WORDS. It also became a songfic. The song is "Your Stupid Face" by Kaden MacKay

Also it is 11:20. I am so tired. I do not have the energy to proofread this rn. So it's as good as it's gonna get

Warnings: self-doubt, bickering

Word Count: 3,957

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I just really hate your face

Though I know that won't surprise you

But, to me, your skin is one giant wart

And your laugh's one big snort

And you stink, so in short

I despise you

You disgrace the human race

'Cause you're more of a mosquito

I would rather have the dentist and drill

Then this swine in the swill

And if you were a bill, I would veto

And if the world was perfect, you would be gone without a trace

But since the world could never be that great

I'll just hate your stupid face

-

Astarion sighed just behind you. You glared over your shoulder at him. Did he really have to be so annoying when you were trying to help? What did he have against doing the right thing?! Or were all high elves as up their asses as him?

The little girl glanced nervously between you, her hands fiddling anxiously with each other. “I-Is that alright?”

You turned back to her with a big smile, though Astarion could see the strain behind it. “Of course! It’s no problem. We’ll find your toy and bring it back before nightfall, how’s that sound?”

“Really?!” Her eyes became wide and excited, bouncing on her feet like there were hot coals beneath it. “Thank you so much!”

You watched as she ran off back to her mother, jumping as she grabbed the woman’s arm and pointed at you. You smiled, genuine this time, and waved to them both. Then, you turned to go back into the woods.

The joy didn’t last long.

“I thought being an adventurer meant slaying dragons, learning powerful spells, gaining power - that sort of thing.” Astarion sighed again, long and dramatic, as he stepped over a branch. “But, no, here we are, armed to the teeth, tadpoles crawling into our minds, looking for a stuffed animal.”

You grit your teeth together and tried to ignore him. The sooner you found the girl’s stuffed bear, the sooner you could stop listening to his whining. “She said she lost it over here, somewhere, but something could have taken it or moved it by now. If we split up, we can cover more ground.”

You could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes. “Oh, great. If I find it, I’m not telling you. And I’m certainly not going to touch it. Gods only know what’s on it.”

“You’re such a child!”

He lays a hand over his chest, looking down his nose at you. “I’m so sorry that I have some dignity left.”

How did you get stuck with such an annoying, self-entitled, brat? 

“Fine! Then I’ll look, and you can follow me around like a lost puppy.” You smiled sickeningly sweet up at him, your whole expression filled with sarcasm and annoyance. “Happy?”

He scowled. “And I have to follow you because…? If you’re so eager for my company, you should just say so, darling.”

You shook your head, facade falling. “You’re impossible.” You stomped off. He could follow you or wait around, you didn’t have the energy left to care.

—

Oh, no

No

I just really like your face

You don't have to look so happy

I'm not really into love that you flaunt

In some glittery font

But if that's what you want

Make it snappy

I just feel so out of place

Well, except for when you're near me

When you're gone, I'm like a plant with no root

Or a song that's on mute

Don't you dare call it cute!

You should fear me!

And if the world was perfect, you would've never invaded my space

But since the world's obsessed with saying, "psych!"

Now I like your stupid face

-

You tilted your head, watching as Astarion held up a mirror. The tadpole kept him from burning in the sun, but it did nothing to bring back his reflection.

“Looking at something?” His voice catches you off guard. It was odd to have someone talking to you with their back turned, even more so when he could see your reflection and you couldn’t see his.

“Just looking,” you tell him. “What are you doing?”

He sighs, forlorn. “I’m looking, too, but not seeing very much. Another quirk of my affliction.”

“Do you miss it?”

He stands and turns while he speaks, finally meeting you face-to-face. “Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity?” He sighs again. His face looks so droopy and sad, like a puppy left out in the rain. “Of course I miss it. I’ve never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.”

You look at his eyes, really look. It was hard to picture him with any other color. It was a side-effect of his vampirism, but you could go your whole life believing they always were and always had been red. “What color were they before?”

He opens his mouth to answer, then stops. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. My face is just some dark shape in my past.” His face scrunches up in rage as he throws the mirror on the ground. You step back to avoid the shards that break from it. “Another thing I’ve lost.”

You can’t imagine forgetting your face. It’s a rather big portion of who you are, after all. Thinking about looking in a mirror and seeing nothing stirs your stomach like a witch’s brew. You study his face, eyes tracing over every curve and sharp edge and wrinkle. You tried to imagine being him, no longer able to see what you looked like.

Astarion frowns at you. “What?”

“I’ll be your mirror.” The words are out before you can even think them, but a spark of hope flickers in his eyes, and you can’t bring yourself to back out of it now. “What do you want to know?”

“I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me.” He pauses. His voice gets soft, lacking its usual bravado. “What you see.”

He waits as you look at him. You try to figure out what the world sees, versus what you see. The world may see his eyes, sharp and red and keen. The world would see his dangerous smile, full of pretty teeth and sharp fangs, threatening to bite.

But it’s not what you see. You see his hair, paler than freshly fallen snow. You see the way it curls around his ears, how there’s always one stubborn strand hanging by his forehead. You see the wrinkles that crease his face when he smiles, surrounding his mouth and crowding in the corners of his eyes. And you’re startled, trying to figure out how long ago you’d noticed these things about him.

“I see… the creases when you laugh.”

He sneers, placing a hand over his chest. He takes it as an insult when you mean it in the kindest way possible. Without his wrinkles, he wouldn’t be Astarion. “Excuse me? I’m an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother.” He huffs. He looks like he wants to stop - never mind what he looks like, he doesn’t want to hear what else you could possibly say. But he continues, “You can do better. What else?” The curiosity wins out.

You wonder if you should tell him the easy answer. Tell him what the world sees. What everyone else sees. But to do so feels like a huge disservice. You inhale, prepared to be scolded once more. “I see the way your hair curls around your ears.”

“This is meant to be flattery, not poetry.” He sighs, creases forming between his brows as he frowns, annoyed. “Just tell me I’m beautiful and we can call it a day.”

“Is that all you want?” You don’t mean to sound as angry as you do. “Shallow praise?”

He scoffs. “Hardly.” He begins ticking off fingers. “There’s also gold, sex, revenge - quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.”

You shake your head. “What I see isn’t good enough for you then? The seductive, charming face you put on for everyone else - that’s what you want to know about?” He sneers. He hates how easily you’ve read him. And you hate how much it hurts. You can’t tell if it’s because your words mean nothing, or because he can’t even allow himself a single, beautiful flaw. “The world sees your eyes. They’re strong and piercing. And your smile: Dangerous. They see you for the monster you are. Are you satisfied now?”

You leave before he can answer you. Anger trembles in your fingers, but they’re weighed down with sadness. A conflicting bundle of emotions twists in your chest. You shouldn’t care if all he wants is to be called pretty and move on. You shouldn’t! And you don’t!

But you do…

—

I just really miss your face

Though, by now, I must disgust you

I had tried to be the stubbornest mule

'Cause I knew life was cruel

So I guess I was foolish to trust you

But I wait here just in case

Though I know I'm being senseless

How could I have ever been so naive

And wear my heart on my sleeve

When I knew it would leave me defenseless?

And if the world was perfect, you would be here in my embrace

But since the world denied me one last kiss

I'll just miss your stupid face

-

The sun burned. Truly, honest to gods burned. And he ran. What else was he supposed to do? Bake in the sunlight while everyone else said their teary goodbyes, “We’ll see you down the road”, yadda yadda?

But, he can admit when he messed up.

He should have stayed longer. By the docks. The sun was just beginning to rise, he had plenty of time to slip from one shadow to the next before it was high in the sky. He could have said his goodbyes. He should have.

Already he missed Karlach. He fondly remembers when she hauled him over her shoulder, jostling him about as she ran. He certainly wasn’t too pleased at the time, but now… And he missed her nickname for him. And the banter, and teasing, and… everything.

Everyone had their charms, he supposed. Gale was, well, Gale, but even he wasn’t too bad. And you.

It was hard to admit. He could say he missed the others all day, but you? You who dragged him into the woods to find a stuffed animal for a kid? Who begrudgingly let him have a sip that night he revealed himself? Who yelled at him when he couldn’t bear hearing anything other than he wanted to when you offered to be his mirror? Who hugged him after he killed Cazador? Who helped him save his brothers and sisters and all the other souls whose lives he ruined? Who smiled so sweetly at him?

He couldn’t say it.

After he ran away, cursing and damning the gods for confining him to the shadows again, he disappeared to the Underdark. You’d mentioned how they needed a leader, guidance. And, well, he had nowhere else to go.

He never got to see you run in the direction he left after saying your goodbyes, smiling and excited. Or watch as you search and search for him. How you shout his name. How tears well in your eyes as you realize he’s gone.

And maybe it’s better that way.

—

What are you doing here?

I didn't run away!

It was... it was a strategic retreat

What is there to talk about? It's over—I ruined it

Well, yeah of course I'm sorry, but

No, no, don't forgive me!

Why do you do that?

Why—why give me another chance to mess things up?

Because you—what?

Those three little words

Out of the blue

Completely uncalled for

Especially from you

Why don't you hate me?

Why do you care?

Can't you berate me? Isn't that fair?

Where is your glare?

Don't you dare leave our problems and pain on the shelf!

Because if you don't hate me, I can't hate myself

But that's why I need you

You shatter my fear

'Cause despite my misdeed, you are still right here

Though it's stupid to date me

You're willing to try

And if you don't hate me, then why should I?

Are you sure you don't want to give up on me?

You're a moron

-

The last thing Astarion anticipates is you barging into his home, stomping and angry. The next last thing he expects is for you to throw a cloak in his face. He backs up as fast as you approach, tripping and falling backward over an armchair. It tips back with him and he lands with a thud. When he pulls the cloak off his face, you’re standing over him, still just as pissed as before.

“Ah.” He grins sheepishly. “Hello?”

“You ran away!”

“Yes, yes, I know-”

“You ran away! I went chasing after you and you were gone!”

“The sun! I couldn’t-”

“I know! That’s why I went and got you that damn cloak! And I was going to give it to you on the docks, but you ran away!”

He struggles to get up, grunting as he tries to push the armchair off so he’s not bent in half. You huff and sit the chair upright. Then, you offer him a hand. He’s not sure if he should take it. He’s half-certain you’ll flip him over and crack the floor with his body. But you wave your hand, insistent, and he does not want to piss you off any more, so he takes it. You haul him to his feet.

He holds the cloak out in front of him, studying it with a frown. “Darling, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but clothes don’t actually protect us from the sun.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” You sigh, hands on your hips, but you seem to have cooled off some. “It’s the Cloak of Dragomir. Gale helped me find where it was hidden. I figured, if the tadpole is the only thing keeping you safe in the sun, then after it’s all over, you’d need something else to protect you. So.” You gestured at the cloak.

He was speechless, and perhaps a bit skeptical. It had already been several weeks since the docks, and every day he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. Basking in the sun. Lounging in her warmth like a cat as he sleepily flipped through a book. It sounded too good to be true - a simple piece of fabric that could prevent him from turning to ash?

“Are you sure it works?”

You laughed, airily and annoyed. “No, I had a shortage of vampires to test it on at the time. I was going to find out when you tried it on. If it didn’t work, well…” You let out a long breath. You refused to take your eyes away from the cloak. Like looking at him again would bring all the rage and frustration back. “I’m still in touch with Gale. He can help me look for something.”

He spun it around to look at the back. It was a deep purple, with the only remarkable feature being a sort of fur around the neck and shoulders. He could almost imagine it hanging up in a shop.

You cleared your throat. “Put it on.”

“Hardly the best place to test it. The sun doesn’t exactly reach down here.” Still, he unclasped it and swung it over his shoulders.

It was light and breezy, allowing air to move through, but warm enough it kept away any chill - not very concerning for a vampire, but still a nice feature. It reached mid-thigh. He shifted around in it, testing its movement and fit. He bristled when he felt something brush against his arm.

He lifted up the edge of the cloak where he felt it, and his undead heart stopped all over again. There, messily embroidered on the lining in gold thread. Little Star. A poor imitation of embroidered stars surrounded it, forming a sort of faux night sky.

“I did that.” You clear your throat and scratch the back of your head, avoiding his eyes everywhere you looked. Every time you glanced back at him and his dumbfounded face, your cheeks heated up. “I know it’s not as good as yours, but, you know, I thought it was the best way to get a message across.”

His chest was full of emotion. He still had a hard time deciphering it all, even after so long of you carefully teasing them out. But through it all was one resounding question.

“Why?”

You finally made eye contact with him. You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this can’t have been easy to get your hands on. You could have sold it when I ran away, but you embroidered it, sought me out… Why? Let’s be honest, dear, we’re not exactly friends.”

“We’re not exactly at each other’s throats either.” It came out harsher than you meant. You took a breath to calm your nerves. “I know we didn’t really get along when we first met - hells, we still argued about everything under the sun with the slightest prompting, but I do care for you.”

His lips quick up slightly. “An unfortunate choice. I’m not exactly the easiest person to care for.”

“No.” You smile, soft and patient. It was hard to look at you now and connect you to the person who barged into his room moments ago. “But I want to. You’re worth the effort.”

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So you think that we could work?

Here I thought I'd been the dumb one—what?

You're forgiving me for all I did wrong

You're unmuting the song

And, again, I belong to someone

No! You can drop the stupid smirk

Though by now I guess you've earned that

'Cause no matter how intensely I pout

Your stupid face will win out

And I guess it's about time I learned that

And though we go together like a Chanel Nº 5 and mace

At least it's not as dull as fitting like a glove

'Cause you're a nightmare that I've not been dreaming of

But I suppose that when push comes to shove

Fine!

I love your stupid face

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You tugged Astarion through the city, releasing short apologies left and right to any early-risers you bumped into. He’d tried asking multiple times where in the hells you were taking him, but you never answered. You just shot him a bright smile over your shoulder and kept on running.

Before he knew it, you were at the docks. A light orange hue lined the edge of the ocean, signaling the sun’s appearance. He frowned. “You dragged me all the way out here to watch the sunrise?”

“Yes.” You squeezed his hand. Your eyes were wide and bright and filled with overwhelming glee. “You never got to see it last time you were here. But now you can!”

He scoffed, a grin teasing at his lips. “Darling, we could watch the sunrise from anywhere. We don’t need to be exactly here to do so.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, no, but it’s more about the principle of the thing. You didn’t get to see that sunrise and say goodbye, but now you can.”

Red eyes scanned the horizon. Oranges and yellows flooded from the ocean-line, chasing away the dark blue of night. He couldn’t deny it was beautiful, but…

He swallowed, frowning out at the sea. He couldn’t look at your face as he asked, quietly, too afraid to actually put the words out there, “So this is goodbye?”

The edge of the star poked her head out. He’d enjoyed watching the sunrises and sunsets during your adventure. He would welcome her touch onto his skin every day, grateful for even just a brief moment to be able to feel her warmth again after 200 years. And every night he would mourn her loss, a seed of fear planted deep within that any sunset could be his last, before he would be contained to the shadows forever. He never got to savor the last one. The one time he wasn’t prepared to go gracefully into that night.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you whisper back. If you hear the shuddering breath he lets out, you don’t say anything. If you see the tears building at the corners of his eyes as he turns to look at you, you don’t point it out. “I can stay. With you. If you want.”

“I couldn’t ask that of you.” But I wish I could. He wants nothing more than to be selfish. To take every single scrap you offer him and give nothing back.

You release his hand only to better tangle your fingers together. Your thumb runs along his palm. “You wouldn’t have to.”

“You’d be living in the shadows most of your life, even with this,” he lifts the edge of the cloak to make a point.

“Okay.”

“You wouldn’t be able to go on adventures. You wouldn’t be able to find someone else, have a family, live your life.”

“Okay.”

“Why are you so willing to give up everything for me?”

You raise your free hand to his cheek. It’s haloed by the red-orange light of the sun. He hates the way he leans into it without a second’s hesitation.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’d stay because I want to be with you?”

He opens his mouth, shuts it again, and tries to find the words. Strained, he chokes out, “Yes.”

“My lovely little star, even without the cloak, I’d stay in the shadows with you for eons. Adventure would be empty without you by my side. There is no one else I could bear to put up with besides you.”

He takes a breath and closes his eyes. It’s hard for the words to sink in, but he urges them to. Staying with him would not be a burden. He is not a burden. He holds your hand to his cheek, pressing it tighter against his skin. By the time he opens his eyes again, the sun is halfway risen.

“I’m not good at… this. Whatever this is. I have no idea how to do anything more than what I had to do. I have no idea what will happen.”

You smile. “Now that sounds like an adventure.”

He chuckles. The knot in his heart loosens. When had you turned from an annoying thorn in his side to this? How long ago had you wormed your way into his soul? What would he do without you?

He feels like he’s just been thrown downstream - caught in the current and waiting for it to burn. He’s uncertain as he leans forward slightly, experimentally. You let him come to you; you wait patiently and smile at him encouragingly until he rests his forehead against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

The sun warms his skin as he lets go of the guilt holding him back. He’s a mess. He’s still working through his emotions with Cazador, trying to find footing amongst the spawn in the Underdark, trying to be good enough. And here you are saying he already is.

He catches your lips and allows himself to forget for the briefest moments that this is a terrible idea. How can he possibly think this is wrong when you sigh into his mouth and pull him closer? How can this possibly be wrong?

The reds, oranges, and yellows fade from the sky. Bright blue dominates the sky. And everything is okay.

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Let Me Slip Inside Your Ultraviolet Disguise

Mountain/Rain, explicit

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Rain gave him a soft closed lip smile. His hands reached to overlap mountains that sat at the hem of his sweats, simply rubbing his hands over the fabric. He had never had his tentacle actually inside of anyone. Sure, maybe countless mouths but this? This was different. More intimate and strange in rains mind. No one else had something like this.

Maybe that’s what made it more exciting. The ability to feel something no one else could.

Or, mountain rides rains tentacle for the first time.

Small warnings for t4t, rain has top surgery, mountains big naturals, cunt and clit and folds used for both of their anatomy’s, tentacles, it’s literally all fluff

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“Could I try?” Mountain sat back on his heels, biting his lip. Rain didn’t meet his gaze, instead opting to pick at a loose thread from the pillowcase. His sweatpants were double tied around his waist, probably stolen from Swiss or simply bought to be a size too big. The extra room was comforting.

Mountain pulled at the drawstring, simply wrapping his finger around and pulling for the first knot to come undone. Rains shirt had rode up to expose the soft part of his stomach. It wasn’t that rain didn’t want this, but the nervousness settled inside him like a rock. Heavy and uncomfortable as mountain continued to toy with the hem of his pants, careful not to brush over his skin as to not seem like he’s trying to take it too far.

“Are you sure? It’s just ..” rain finally plucked the stray piece, throwing it onto the floor before finally looking back up at mountain, “isn’t it weird?”

“Do you want it to be weird? Dew sometimes likes it better when I treat him like that” the last knot came undone, letting the sweatpants slouch a bit more under rains tummy. It wasn’t meant to be weird, it was just rain, that’s all mountain needed.

“No, I don’t think so. Can you just ..” Rain trailed his thought off, the combination of not exactly knowing what he wanted to say and not being able to get the words out even if he did. Mountain knew though, knew him better than he knew himself, rain was pretty sure. Even if mountain didn’t know what he needed, he trusted him to take care of him anyways.

“I’ve got you waterlily”

Rain gave him a soft closed lip smile. His hands reached to overlap mountains that sat at the hem of his sweats, simply rubbing his hands over the fabric. He had never had his tentacle actually inside of anyone. Sure, maybe countless mouths but this? This was different. More intimate and strange in rains mind. No one else had something like this.

Maybe that’s what made it more exciting. The ability to feel something no one else could. Rain watched mountain undress in front of him, pulling his shirt over his head with a crack in his back, the amber sunset making his skin look almost golden. There was no flair in the way he took his clothes off, something almost domestic in the prospect of not showing off. It made Rain feel more at ease.

Mountain turned back around to focus on rain once his pants were in a careless heap on the floor along with his sweater. He only added to the mess, neatness not a virtue of his but especially not when he needed to focus on the water ghoul in front of him. The sweats and thin t shirt that rain had on were quickly discarded, leaving him in the same vulnerable state. Delicate scars decorated his chest, ones that mountain found it almost impossible not to kiss and rake his teeth over whenever he got the chance.

The prospect of different tasted funny on rains tongue. Something bitter but not exactly bad. Sure, they had done things countless of times before but there was no plastic or silicone involved this time, not some quickie in a dark corner with mountains fingers shoved deep inside of him. The idea of being inside of mountain was for some reason intimidating, either just because of anxiety or the small amount of fear that mountain would get freaked out and stop.

Suddenly a large hand rubbed over rains thigh, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts once again.

“Don’t think too hard, ok? I can practically hear your thoughts rainy. Im excited that you get to be my first time” there was a small chuckle to mountains voice, as if he was being half ironic to lighten the mood a bit.

“Your first time? Thought you were supposed to be the experienced one. Lead me through my first time”

“It can be both our firsts then. Together. How about that?” Mountain leaned over rain, pressing his lips softly to rains own. Chaste, even if he lingered for a moment over him.

Rain snorted and pushed against mountains chest to get him to sit up right again. Sappy fucker. An intimate experience even if mountain was exaggerating a little bit for the sake of the mood. Mountain knelt between his legs, hands rubbing closer and closer to his folds. Rain was already a little slick, mountain had the tendency to get him like that without doing much.

“Gotta coax her out” Rain practically whispered, almost sheepishly.

“She loves me” mountain spread rain open and thumbed at the smooth patch of skin right below his clit. Something wriggled beneath it, the tip of rains tentacle emerging from its sheath, “see, didn’t think she would take much convincing”

It slowly pushed itself out and wrapped around mountains hand. Surely just searching for warmth but still a bit endearing, especially with how the flush on rains face grew watch the whole ordeal.

“Come on- don’t just play with it, said you’d take care of me”

Mountain gave a playful roll of his eyes before moving his hips to be flush with rains. He used his free hand to open himself up, spreading his lips to rub the tentacle along his cunt hoping it would take. Rain is sure he started drooling. Thick hair from his navel down his thighs but pretty pink between them, warm and wet. It was hard not to completely zone out staring at him. A bit of hair covered his chest as well, large breasts bouncing slightly with every move and god mountain was just beautiful.

The tentacle removed itself from mountains hand before slowly pushing inside of him. The two released a punched out groan in tandem, mountain slamming his hips down with a tight grip on rains waist. Rain was right, he felt fucking perfect. Silky and soft inside, absolutely tighter than he thought he could be but it was all entirely new. His mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut, tangling his fists in the sheets below him to hold on to a semblance of reality as his tentacle explored mountain from the inside.

Sweet little suckers pumped in and out, practically kissing the rim of mountains hole. He rocked back and forth, working up to ride him in earnest. Rain had never seen him like this before, sure he had mountain ride him countless times but this was, again, different. His eyes were practically in the back of his head and his thighs shook with every small downstroke. His long hair fell into his face as he threw his head forward, giving a low moan seeing how rains tentacle entered him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful waterlily”

[cheynovak]

Something out of a movie 

Warnings: hurt, break up, anger,  nothing to worry

English is not my first language 

Summary: Y/N finds out about Dean's live when a demon used her as bait. Dean feels guilty, while Y/N is willing to fight for their relationship. Which ends in a conversation neither had planned to have.

Thanks @jackles010378 for sharing/reblog those gifs earlier, this gave me some inspiration.

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

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The Impala's engine roared as Dean Winchester sped down the dark, empty highway. The silence inside the car was suffocating, a sharp contrast to the chaos they had just left behind. Sam sat in the backseat, glancing nervously between his brother and Y/N. She was sitting in the passenger seat, arms wrapped around herself, staring out the window. Her reflection in the glass was pale, her eyes dull and lifeless—haunted by the events that had unfolded.

Dean’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. He could feel the tension in the air, the words unspoken but heavy, waiting to be unleashed. His heart pounded with guilt and fear, two emotions he rarely let himself feel. But seeing Y/N possessed, watching as the demons toyed with her, had shaken him to his core.

The drive back to the motel was a blur, and before Dean knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot. The gravel crunched under the tires as he parked, and the silence stretched even longer as he turned off the engine. Sam didn’t need to be told twice; he silently slipped out of the car, giving them the space they needed.

Dean watched his brother walk towards the motel, then turned to Y/N, who was still staring out the window, her face unreadable. He took a deep breath, knowing what needed to be said but dreading it all the same.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice rough, but she didn’t turn to look at him. That only made the knot in his stomach tighten.

“Y/N, look at me,” Dean tried again, softer this time. Slowly, she turned, her eyes meeting his. There was pain there, anger, and something else—something that made his heart ache.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, and Dean flinched, knowing he had no good answer.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing deeply. “I was trying to protect you,” he said finally. “This life… it’s dangerous. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Y/N’s gaze hardened, and she shook her head. “Protect me? By lying to me? By keeping me in the dark while demons were out there using me as bait to get to you?”

Dean’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She was right, and he knew it. Keeping her in the dark hadn’t protected her—it had nearly gotten her killed. But that didn’t change the fact that being with him put her in constant danger.

“I didn’t want this for you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t want you to be a part of this nightmare.”

“But I am a part of it, Dean!” Y/N snapped, her voice rising in anger. “Whether you wanted me to be or not, I’m in it now. And I’m not afraid for myself. I’m afraid for you. You go out there every day, fighting these things, risking your life. I’m terrified that one day you won’t come back.”

The rain started to fall, a soft drizzle at first, but quickly growing heavier. It was like the sky was echoing the storm between them. Dean stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and Y/N followed, the rain soaking through their clothes in seconds.

“This is exactly why we can’t do this,” Dean said, his voice louder now, almost shouting to be heard over the downpour. “You caring about me—worrying about me—it’s gonna get you killed!”

“I don’t care!” Y/N yelled back, stepping closer, her fists clenched at her sides. “I don’t care about the danger, Dean. I care about you. Don’t you get it? I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you’re walking away from me.”

“Y/N…” Dean started, his voice trembling with the weight of everything he wanted to say but couldn't find the words for. She stared at him, her eyes full of desperation and pain. “You’re walking away, is that it?” she asked, her voice cracking with emotion. “After all this, after everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to leave me?”

Dean’s chest tightened, the accusation in her voice cutting deeper than any demon’s blade ever could. He didn’t answer immediately, just stood there, staring at her as the rain drenched them both. Her hair clung to her face, her clothes soaked through, and all he could think about was how he had brought her into this—how it was his fault she was standing here, hurt and angry and scared.

The storm inside him finally broke, the anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. He clenched his fists, his voice rising as he shouted, “You don’t get it, do you? I’m trying to save you! Every damn day I’m out there, I’m one mistake away from getting killed. And if something happens to you because of me—because of this life—I won’t be able to live with myself!”

Y/N flinched at his words, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice steady despite the tears that threatened to spill. “And what about me, Dean? What about how I feel? I’m not some damsel in distress that needs saving! I choose to be with you, knowing the risks, and I’m not going to let you decide what’s best for me!”

“That’s the problem!” Dean shouted back, his voice thick with emotion. “You shouldn’t have to choose! You should be safe, living a normal life, not dragged into this mess!”

“You think I care about normal?” she fired back, her eyes blazing with intensity. “I don’t want normal, Dean. I want you. I want us. And if that means facing down demons and whatever else this life throws at us, then so be it. But I’m not going to stand by and watch you walk away because you’re scared!”

“I don’t know how to do this,” Dean admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to keep you safe and let you in at the same time.”

The rain pounded around them, each drop like a hammer against the tension in the air. Dean’s chest heaved with the effort of holding back the torrent of emotions raging inside him. He knew what he was about to say would shatter everything, but he couldn’t stop himself. His voice was low and hoarse as he finally forced out the words he had been dreading.

“We’re over,” he said, his voice breaking under the weight of the lie. “I should have never… this—” He pointed between them, his hand trembling slightly. “This should have never been anything more than a one-night stand.”

Y/N froze, the words hitting her like a physical blow. Her heart stopped, and for a moment, it felt like the world had been ripped out from under her. The rain blurred her vision, but it couldn’t hide the tears that welled up in her eyes, spilling over and mixing with the rain on her cheeks. She looked at him, her expression a mix of shock, pain, and disbelief.

“What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. But Dean didn’t repeat himself. He couldn’t. He had to stick to the lie, had to push her away—no matter how much it tore him apart.

“I’ll drive you home in the morning,” he continued, his voice flat, devoid of the emotion that was clawing at his insides. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the pain in her chest so intense it felt like she couldn’t breathe. She started to back up, shaking her head slowly, as if she could deny the reality of what he was saying. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “No, you don’t mean that.”

But Dean didn’t respond, and the silence that followed was more damning than anything he could have said. Y/N’s eyes filled with fresh tears, and she turned away from him, unable to stand the sight of him anymore. She couldn’t understand—how could he say those things after everything they’d been through, after everything they’d just confessed to each other?

Without another word, she turned and started walking away, the rain soaking through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. She didn’t know where she was going; she just knew she had to get away, had to put distance between herself and the man who had just ripped her heart out.

“Y/N!” Dean called after her, panic rising in his voice. He took a step forward, but she didn’t stop. “Y/N, stop! It’s not safe out here at night!”

She paused for a split second, his words hanging in the air, but then she shook her head, her voice full of hurt and bitterness as she responded. “What do you care?” she shouted back, her voice cracking. “You just said we’re over. So why should you care if it’s safe or not?”

Dean’s heart twisted painfully at her words, but he forced himself to stay where he was, his feet rooted to the spot. Every instinct screamed at him to run after her, to take back everything he’d just said, to tell her the truth—that he loved her, that he was only trying to protect her. But he didn’t move. He had to let her go. He had to believe that she’d be safer away from him, no matter how much it hurt.

“Please, Y/N, just come back,” he pleaded, his voice softer now, almost drowned out by the rain. But she didn’t turn around. She kept walking, the rain falling harder, soaking through her clothes, her footsteps fading into the night.

The rain pounded relentlessly on the pavement as Dean stood frozen in place, his heart hammering in his chest. He watched Y/N disappear into the night, the shadows swallowing her whole. Every fiber of his being screamed that he had made a terrible mistake, that letting her walk away was the worst thing he could have done.

His breaths came in ragged gasps as the realization settled in, a cold, hard weight in his gut. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this.

The sound of the motel door opening snapped him out of his daze. Sam stepped out, his eyes immediately scanning the parking lot. “Dean!” he called, urgency in his voice. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dean turned to his brother, his face a mask of guilt and regret, the storm in his eyes mirroring the one raging above them. Sam took one look at him, and his expression shifted from concern to disbelief.

“Don’t be an idiot!” Sam barked, his voice cutting through the rain like a knife. “Go after her! Now!”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. Panic surged through him as he realized how far she could have gotten. He bolted to the Impala, his boots splashing through puddles as he yanked the door open and jumped inside. The engine roared to life, and with a screech of tires, Dean tore out of the parking lot, his heart racing as fast as the car.

His eyes scanned the dark road, searching desperately for any sign of her. The rain made it nearly impossible to see, the wipers barely keeping up with the downpour. He cursed under his breath, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

And then, through the sheets of rain, he saw her—a lone figure walking along the side of the road, drenched and shivering. Relief flooded through him, mingling with the fear that he had driven her too far away already.

He slammed on the brakes, the Impala skidding to a slippery stop just ahead of her. The headlights cast a blinding light in her direction, and she raised her arm to shield her eyes, startled by the sudden intrusion.

Dean jumped out of the car, not caring about the rain or the cold. His only focus was on her, on fixing the mistake he had just made. He ran toward her, his heart pounding in his chest, and her eyes widened as he approached.

“Are you crazy?” Y/N yelled, her voice shaking with anger and fear. “You scared the hell out of me!”

But Dean didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The sight of her standing there, hurt and vulnerable, broke whatever resolve he had left. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face as he crashed his lips onto hers.

Y/N stiffened in shock, but the warmth of his lips, the desperation in his kiss, melted the ice that had formed around her heart. Dean’s hands trembled as he held her close, his lips moving against hers with a fervor that was almost frantic. He pulled away just long enough to mumble, “I’m sorry,” before kissing her again, the words spilling out between every kiss, like a mantra he couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips, his breath ragged and filled with regret. “I’m so damn sorry, Y/N. I was an idiot… I was scared. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just pushing you away. Please… please don’t go.”

Tears mixed with the rain on Y/N’s cheeks as she stared up at him, her anger slowly dissolving into something softer, more tender. She could feel the sincerity in his words, the raw emotion in his kiss, and it broke down the walls she had thrown up in her defense.

“Dean…” she began, her voice trembling, but he kissed her again, his lips soft and pleading against hers.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. “Just… stay with me."

Y/N’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice, and she realized just how much he had been hurting, how scared he had been to lose her. She lifted her hands to his face, brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face, and nodded, her own voice barely audible.

“I’m here,” she said softly, her words a promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through him as he pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she were the only thing keeping him grounded. The rain continued to pour around them, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was that they were together, that they had found each other again in the storm.

“I love you,” Dean murmured against her hair, his arms tightening around her. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

“I love you too,” Y/N whispered back, her voice steady despite the tears that threatened to fall. She held onto him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she could anchor herself to him, as if letting go would mean losing everything.

Dean pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his thumbs gently brushing away the rain—or were they tears?—from her cheeks. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of love, regret, and a fierce determination. “I mean it, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and sincere. "I was stupid, I should have never said that to you."

The rain continued to fall, but it no longer felt cold. Instead, it felt like a cleansing, washing away the doubts and fears that had threatened to tear them apart. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the world fall away until it was just them—two people who had faced the darkness and found their way back to the light.

Finally, Dean let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to look at her fully, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and affection. “You must think I’m crazy, making you stand out here in the rain,” he said, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent of seriousness.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head as a playful glint sparkled in her eyes. “Maybe a little,” she replied, her tone light and teasing. “But I’m a sucker for romantic rain kissing scenes.”

Dean’s lips curled into a smirk at her words, his eyes narrowing in that mischievous way that always made her heart skip a beat. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he stepped closer to her, the rain still pouring down around them. “Well, in that case…”

Without another word, Dean cupped her face in both hands, his touch gentle but firm, and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, there was no rush, no urgency—just the slow, passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the love he felt for her. His lips moved against hers with a tenderness that made her melt into him, the world around them fading into the background as they lost themselves in the moment.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, Dean smiled, his breath mingling with hers in the cool air. “How was that?” he asked, his voice full of playful confidence, though there was an undercurrent of vulnerability, as if he truly wanted to know if it was enough.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, her heart swelling with affection as she looked up at him.

“Better than The Notebook”

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[heizlut]

Control

tags: subfem!reader, dom!wriothesley, bdsm, handcuffs, 2 uses of y/n (ur honor, i was just feeling a little silly)

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You had always thought you were open-minded, but you’d never experienced anything like this before. You found yourself in a small, dimly lit room with a man you barely knew. Wriothesley. He had a rough, dominant energy that intimidated and excited you all at once. You stood nervously in the center of the room, your heart racing as Wriothesley circled around you. He was tall and muscular, with scars that peeked out from beneath the fabric of his clothes.

"So, y/n," he said, his voice low and gravely. "I hear you're willing to explore some unusual fantasies." He smirks. You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of arousal and fear. "Um, yeah," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm open to trying new things." His eyes narrow as he studies you, his gaze traveling over your body with a predator's hunger. "Is there anything in particular that sparks your interest?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to answer. You had never been one to ask for much, but the idea of being completely dominated by Wriothesley was too tempting to resist. "I'd like to be completely dominated," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He grins, his teeth glistening in the dim light. "Well, well, y/n," he said in a low growl. "You're in luck then." Without another word, he grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards a door within the room. As you enter a room filled with all sorts of bondage toys and restraints, you felt yourself getting more and more worked up. You could feel the heat between your legs intensify as you watch him begin to prepare the room for your session.

Wriothesley walks back to you, handcuffs in his hand and a wicked smirk on his face. "We should come up with a safe word," he said, his voice low and seductive. You hesitate, feeling a twinge of fear mixed with excitement. This was all new territory for you, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to give yourself completely over to a man like him. But as he approaches you, his rough hands cuffing your wrists tightly behind your back, you found yourself unable to resist his charms.

"What if I say it and you don't stop?" you ask, your voice wavering with uncertainty. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, then we'll just have to figure out what happens next," his voice a husky whisper as his hot breath fans across your ear. You shiver at his words, feeling yourself growing wet between your legs once again. "Please," you whisper back breathlessly. "I want you to take control of me."

He smirks, the dim light of the room casting his face in a sultry glow. "Oh, I intend to," he said before trailing his finger along your jawline and grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. You feel a surge of arousal mixed with fear as he stares into your eyes. He seems to be studying you, searching for something that only he could see. "I want to see your expression change," he said, his voice low and deep. "I want to know what each sensation makes you feel."

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. You had never been one to speak up for yourself, let alone express any desires you might have."Just do whatever you want," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you."

Wriothesley’s smirk widens as he steps back slightly, allowing you room to breathe. "Good," he said before stepping forward again and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you close, pressing his lips against your roughly while his hands roams over your body hungrily. Your hands are cuffed behind your back, preventing you from touching him, but you can still feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. You moan softly as he presses his body against yours, his mouth moving down to your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

Wriothesley’s hand slides up your side, under your shirt, and you sigh as his fingers stroke across your bare stomach. He stops when they reach your breast, squeezing it gently through your bra before moving on to your other one. His lips move lower, kissing the hollow of your throat and then moving to your collarbone. His tongue flicks out, licking at your skin causing you to shiver. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. He pauses, looking up at you with a smirk as he gently tugs your shirt, “This seems to be in my way.”

He effortlessly rips the shirt down the middle, pulling a gasp from you. He chuckles darkly, letting the torn shirt fall to the ground. He continues kissing along your jaw, down your neck, and over your chest. He unclasps your bra and removes it, leaving you your upper body exposed to him. Wriothesley lowers his head and gives a small lick to your nipple as he looks up at you through his lashes, cherishing each reaction he pulls from you.

You gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. His fingers play with your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You arch your back, moaning loudly as he continues to suck and bite on your nipple. So desperate to tangle your fingers in his hair, but unable to as the cold metal of the handcuffs rubbing against your wrists reminds you that you are not in control.

Wriothesley smirks up at you, watching as your breathing quickens and your hips instinctually roll against his. He bites down a little harder, causing you to cry out. His hand moves down your stomach and he yanks up your skirt, leaving it bunched up at your waist. His fingers slide into your panties, slipping inside you. He curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot and you cry out, your head falling back as you struggle against the handcuffs. Wriothesley's eyes glint in the dim light of the room as he watches you squirm.

His finger moves faster inside you, his thumb pressing down on your clit. The pleasure is building within you until you feel like you're going to explode. Just as you think you can't take anymore, he stops. He pulls his hand out of your panties and pushes you backwards onto the bed. You whimper at the loss of his touch causing him to let out a dark chuckle as he cages you in with his body. Wriothesley leans down and whispers in your ear, “You cum when I say you can cum.”

You nod quickly, unable to form words. Your mind feels fuzzy, wanting the pleasure only he can give you. Wriothesley kisses your neck, biting down gently. You let out a soft moan and he growls against your skin. He runs his tongue along your collar bone, stopping just above your breasts. You try to lift yourself up to meet his mouth, but he pushes you back down. He moves his hand to your leg, stroking it slowly, teasing you. His fingers move higher, brushing against your inner thigh, causing you to jerk slightly. “Please…” you beg him.

Wriothesley laughs softly, his hand stilling on your leg. He pulls away from you and your heart skips a beat. He lifts himself off of you, standing before you. He smiles down at you, his eyes darkening. You watch as he unzips his pants, freeing his cock. He pulls it out, stroking it slowly. You watch as he rubs his hand up and down his shaft, coating it in pre-cum. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss and you look up at him, pleading with your eyes for him to finish what he started. Wriothesley smirks down at you and you bite your bottom lip. He moves closer to you, his cock positioned near the entrance of your pussy. You feel his breath on your cheek and you shudder. You hear him whisper, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days." You close your eyes, letting out a soft whimper at his words.

Wriothesley slides his cock inside you, filling you completely. You cry out as he starts to thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace, his hand wrapped around your throat. He pounds into you, his hips slapping against your ass. You can feel the pleasure building within you again and you know you're close. “So tight…” He growls. His voice dripping with desire.

You moan, trying to push yourself up to meet his thrusts. He grabs your hips and fucks you harder. “Please! Please let me cum. I wanna cum!” You cry out. Wriothesley smirks down at you, his eyes darkening. He pulls out of you and flips you over onto your stomach. He spanks your ass, making you cry out, “You don’t cum til I say you do.” He grabs your hips and thrusts back into you, hitting that perfect spot inside of you again and again.

You cry out, pleading with him to let you cum. He doesn't answer you, continuing to pound into you. You moan and shudder beneath him, feeling your orgasm building inside of you. Wriothesley groans as he feels your muscles contract around his cock. He bites down on your shoulder, growling as he feels you orgasm. He lets out a grunt and cums deep inside of you. He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. He rolls off of you and you turn your head to look at him, wishing you could touch him, but the handcuffs restrict your movement.

You sigh and he clicks his tongue as he reaches down and unlocks the handcuffs, allowing you to move freely. Wriothesley pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly. He grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “I never told you that you could cum.” You swallow hard, nervous for what he may say next. His eyes have a mischievous and dangerous glint to them, “I guess our next session will have to include a punishment…”

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a/n: bro idk. i just pulled this one out my ass. it’ll be a series though fs

[jinkicake]

Ghosting

Being thrown into the past is hard and you miss your demon more than anything [orrrrr basically MC realizes these nightbringer!demons are not their own].

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan x Reader

A/N: I’ve been writing and writing and enjoying myself while writing but then I go to edit/reread what I wrote and I hate it.... I’m sorry, you all will just have to deal with me freeballing my editing... Also, why am I like sooo obsessed with Satan rn

// Nightbringer spoilers (like lesson one shit lol)

WC - 2,522

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Barbatos

“Why have you come to see me?”

The skepticism in Barbatos’ eyes makes you frown, despite being right in front of you, he seems so far away that it physically hurts. 

There’s a feeling in his gut, something that piques his interest. It’s as if he should know you but, does not.

You could answer him truthfully and explain what the current date means to the both of you but, you refrain from doing so. Although Barbatos has a special place in his heart for anniversaries and important dates, you don’t know if this Barbatos is even aware of what today is. You choose to ask him a question of your own. 

“Can you answer something for me?” Faking your confidence can only get you so far and before Barbatos has a chance to confirm or deny, you press on. “Is it true that you can see into the past and future?” You nervously toy with your hands as Barbatos stares at you, he raises a brow and quietly thinks to himself. He’s skeptical of your motives, you can tell by the way he slightly narrows his eyes. 

Eventually, he answers you. 

“Yes, my powers allow it.” His answer is dangerous, it fills your body with hope as your eyes widen momentarily. You can barely keep your excitement at bay, does this mean he recognizes you? You from the future?

“Then you know what today is and you know who I am, right?” You can’t help the way you step toward him, light on your toes while holding yourself back from reaching out to him. 

The step back Barbatos takes causes a disappointing weight to crash onto your shoulders. He looks at you with concern and confusion, he looks at you as if he doesn’t recognize a word you’re saying.

“I fear that I only use my powers when Diavolo requests it,” Barbatos answers slowly, taking his time to clear the air. “I can’t say that I remember you or today’s date, I do apologize.”

“You’re a mere attendant, are you not?” His genuine curiosity feels dull as it pierces your heart, clawing through your chest to meet the center. You find it hard to breathe, he doesn’t remember. Even with his powers, this is not your demon. 

“I am,” You find yourself whispering, if you speak any louder you might just break. The demon continues to silently stare at you and watches your vivid reactions. He blinks for a few moments while waiting for you to carry on with the point of this conversation but, you never do. You look stuck in your own head. 

“Are you someone I should remember?” He tries carefully but, makes no move to get closer to you. The butler keeps a respectable distance between the two of you while trying to understand this entire interaction. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I’m no one important,” You smile but, Barbatos notices that it’s a bitter expression. He watches as you quietly excuse yourself and finds himself following as you head for the door. 

His presence is too overwhelming and when you stupidly glance back at him, Barbatos clears his throat before speaking again. 

“Well, would you like to stay for some tea?” His invitation confuses you and you realize with a crushing feeling just how little you actually know the demon. “I might not remember today but, it seems dearly important to you.”

To us. You want to correct him because Barbatos would never forget your anniversary but, all you can do is nod in acceptance. 

“Good, I would not like it if you spent the day alone.” His kindness still reaches you, finding the lowest parts of your heart. Barbatos can reach you no matter the time. 

You can only hope that you’ll be able to do the same. 

Lucifer 

“Why are you here?” The anger in Lucifer’s voice almost makes you flinch. You haven’t been this uncomfortable in his presence in a long time, it almost reminds you of your time first living in the Devildom. The oldest demon has always been the hardest to get to and your heart sinks at the thought of him being so displeased by your entire being once again. 

You want to help him, whether he likes it or not. 

“I wanted to see you.” You answer truthfully and momentarily look around his office. Not much has changed but, there are a few things here and there that catch your eye. There’s a lack of pictures and trinkets, his records are not in their proper positions. It seems he has not made this space his own yet. 

Lucifer narrows his eyes at your staring, observing, and he loudly places his pen down on the desk to gain your attention once more. He glares at you now, maintaining eye contact as you try to keep your heart sane. 

“If you are going to lie, at least make it believable,” His lips almost curl up into a sneer, an angry expression that makes your chest ache. How can you get through to him? How were you able to do it before? The memory of a time that seems like a lifetime ago slips your mind, you can’t think of any way to make Lucifer trust you. 

Your eyes carefully run over his annoyed expression as he starts to work on his paperwork again. The wrinkles once by the corner of his eyes are gone and the grey that used to tint his hair is nowhere to be seen. Those features you cherish have not yet appeared. This Lucifer is not yours. He’s a younger demon now and has the appetite of one who could never stomach the patience of dealing with you. 

You boldly take a step forward.

“Can I help you with that?” You try to look as nonchalant as possible, keeping a neutral expression as your heart flutters with hope. Lucifer writes a few more words before glancing up at you, the lack of emotion on his face nearly crushes your hope. This Lucifer is great at masking his emotions, almost better than your own but, you can still see the hesitance in his eyes. 

“You wish to aid me in this paperwork?” He sounds as if he is in disbelief by the action, nearly scoffing at your request. Regardless of the time period, Lucifer is still overworked. You nod and at the silence on Lucifer’s end, you take another step forward to sit in the chair on the opposite side of his desk. 

The demon watches you carefully, almost as if he expects you to do something out of the ordinary. He doesn’t know what to expect, you could physically jump him and that would make more sense than what you’re implying now. His red eyes don’t leave your own as he hands you a piece of paper and the feeling of his gloved fingers brushing against your own nearly makes you gasp. You’ve missed him, you’ve missed this. 

“I work in silence and expect it to remain that way.” His aloof and cold personality, a mere wall, will not fool you. Quietly, you smile to yourself and reach for one of the pens by his hand. 

“You should put on a record,” There’s a hum in your voice as you recommend this to the demon, it’s a knowing tone that shows you know him too well. He narrows his eyes again before ultimately shaking his head, as if he would listen to you. 

But, he can’t deny how tempting the idea sounds. Maybe the two of you are more alike than he thought. 

Mammon

“Keep your nose out of my business.” Mammon has never looked menacing to you before. His kind eyes and soft expressions make it hard for you to take him as anything other than the compassionate demon that he is. 

You don’t recognize this Mammon in front of you. 

It’s to be expected, being thrown back into time and all but, it’s still confusing. Mammon was always kind to you, even when he pretended not to be. He cared for you and looked out for you even when he acted as if he could care less about what happened to you. 

“Why are you still standing there? Go.” The way he is trying to shoo you off now, how he brushes past you with rough shoulders freezes you entirely. Out of all the demons to piss off, you’re desperately scared to upset Mammon. The Mammon you know, the one you trust and hold dear, has never attacked you before. He’s never lunged or so much as made a serious threat to your well-being. 

You still believe this to be true, no matter his age or the status of your relationship but, you feel hesitant. This young demon makes you feel timid and you hate it. 

“Mammon, don’t.” You tightly grab his wrist with your hand and wrap your fingers around the limb. His skin burns you, lighting your entire body on fire as a phantom feeling returns to you. You’ve missed touching him, being near him. “Going in there alone is a bad idea, trust me.” 

Too quickly, he yanks his wrist out of your hold and stares at you like you’ve made a threat to his life. Confusion clouds his readable features as his body tenses up, the poor demon now looks a tiny bit flustered. 

The realization makes you feel warm all over. 

“Yeah? What do you know about it?”

Then Mammon’s cold tone drenches you in ice water. 

If he wants to be stubborn, you know perfectly well how to match him. 

“I know more than you do. You go down there and there’s a good chance you’re not going to come back up.” You should have planned beforehand and thought of a better excuse to keep Mammon from going after Cerberus. Not that he knows about the beast that lingers down there, Lucifer isn’t even familiar with that pet yet. Mammon scoffs. 

“Like I’m going to listen to you.” He turns on his feet again, more than ready to descend down to the lower level of the house but you grab him once more. This time you yank the back of his jacket and muster all the strength you can to pull him back.  

He barely moves and stills all over. The lack of reaction from him scares you, you’d rather him scream at you and complain. His silence is something you’re not used to. 

Sometimes it slips your mind that Mammon is the second oldest and strongest.

“I really don’t want you to go down there, please, Mammon.” You hope that your genuine worry for his well-being is conveyed through this plea. He’s never able to turn you away when you ask him something like this, he always gives in without a second thought because he’s your first-

“Get off of me.” Mammon clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes, his shoulder snaps back against your hand and instantly the physical connection is broken. He glances back at you and his eyes nearly widen at the concern etched into your features. The demon tries to ignore it, he shakes his head and tries to push the odd feelings that come to the surface back down. He thinks to himself that just this once, he can give in to you. “Whatever, I forgot my wallet in my room.”

Satan

“Who do you think you are?” Satan has never looked angrier in his life, you’re sure of it. His wrath is something that you’re used to, you know how to deal with it and deflect it. You’ve memorized all the ways to calm him down and help him feel like himself again. The anger and frustration, pure hatred, of this demon is something you are too familiar with. 

But, it becomes something completely new when it’s directed at you.

You’ve only been at the brute force of Satan’s anger a few times, less than you can count on one hand. Those moments should have prepared you for something like this but, in truth, you’re out of practice. You can’t even remember what Satan looked like angry before this. 

“Are you deaf? Answer me.” His strong hands grip your shoulders and continue to press you into the wall of the stairway. He looks you over and the anger in his features cloud his judgment, making it impossible to see the scared expression on your face. You try to do as he asks but, when your lips part and you go to speak, your confidence falls flat. Not a single noise leaves your throat, you’re left gaping at him like a fish and nothing could make Satan angrier. 

He growls in frustration, low and deep in his chest while gritting his teeth at you. 

“Where did you put my fucking book?” His demand makes your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, you had almost forgotten this was all about a ‘fucking cat book’. 

“I-I don’t remember,” You finally breathe out and the moment you do, you wish you could take it back. 

Satan’s eye twitches, a movement in his cheek before he slowly turns his head to the side. 

“You mean to tell me you lost my book?” His nails start to dig into your skin now as he lifts you off the ground. “You lowlife, pathetic-“

“I can give you something better to read!” You suddenly shout, bracing yourself for his wrath as you squeeze your eyes shut. It never comes. Satan slowly lowers you to the ground and watches you carefully with his piercing green eyes. 

“What could possibly be better?” He asks carefully, cautiously as if he is sizing up your words. You have to make an impression now, you know this to be a fact. 

“It’s a drama, one where you never know what is going to happen next,” You start to explain one of his favorite novels, unsure if it is even out at this point in time but, it’s a book he once loved to share with you. 

“I find that hard to believe,” His eyes narrow slightly as one hand leaves your bicep to cup his chin. Satan looks deep in thought and urges you to continue with a slight nod. 

“The two main leads are not supposed to work, everything in the universe is pitting them against one another but they still somehow manage to persevere,” You find yourself unable to look away from Satan as you explain the book, as you detail all the reasons why he enjoys it. The Satan you know, the one who greatly cares for you, always used to compare your relationship to the one in the novel. He even went as far as to say that your relationship was even stronger because, above all else, he always had his love to prove his feelings for you. 

This Satan in front of you contemplates your words but, cannot hide the curiosity on his face. He tightly grips your bicep and begins to drag you in the direction of the library. Needless to say, your determination piqued his curiosity. 

“Come, you must show me this novel.”

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @elevenpurple @ok-boke @ren-ni @katie-tibo @bruce-yamada

A/n: I have no idea why some of the tags aren’t working, if anyone has a clue on how to fix it, please for the love of mercy, let me know 😭

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

OF&H Masterlist

Chapter 11

You were flustered, yet confused. What could he possibly mean by that? The question kept repeating itself in your head, making your mind hurt, almost scrambling your brains. It was that intense, that severe.

“Time’s up.” Brinks suddenly spoke from behind the door, turning the knob, but to his dismay, it was locked. “What the?” He groaned, clearly annoyed. “Why is this damned door locked?”

You quickly let go of Billy, pushing him away for the second time that night, stepping aside and flattening your disheveled hair. To Billy’s disappointment, he couldn’t do much, but let go of you.

You sniffled, grabbing the hems of your gown, playing with it out of nervousness. As the weight of what he had said earlier and what almost happened laid heavy on your shoulders, causing you to both physically and mentally buckle under the pressure as you fell into a chair.

You gripped the sides of your head, panting, a panic attack on its way.

Billy immediately went to your side, wanting to comfort you; but you dismissed him, swatting his hand away, glaring.

His eyes widened slightly at the sudden harshness, especially from you; the one he loved and so desperately craved.

“I am not a whore.” You spat, gritting your teeth and narrowing your brows, “I am not a fantasy, I am a human being with feelings, needs and wants. I am not a secret toy you’re hiding from your girlfriend. I am not going down that route again, especially with you.” Your lips trembled, “I want to be loved, not hidden away and only pulled out when YOU need something. I’m not going to get hurt again, my heart won't be able to take it.” You frowned, wanting to break down, this whole fiasco was enough to crush you under a boulder.

Billy knelt down in front of you, shakily placing a hand on your thigh, fearing you may react differently again.

He’s never showed much emotion, but when it came to you, he was different, like his walls would tumble around him the moment you were near or even at the sound of your voice, though, when he had you at your most vulnerable, his stomach churned, he wanted to see you like that again…

He sighed in relief as you didn’t move, n’or swat at him again.

“(Y/n), I never meant to make you feel like that, but—“

Billy was disrupted by the sound of a key unlocking the door and Officer Brinks stepping through.

“Why was this door locked?” He asked, tapping his heavy boot off the ground, until he noticed the position you both were in; a crying you and a concerned Billy at your feet.

He didn’t press on any further, but nodded towards you, “(Y/n), the Sheriff will schedule an interview with you tomorrow, but it’s time for you to go.” Officer Brinks motioned you out the door, you happily obliged, not wanting to be here any longer than you needed to.

He shut the door soon after, and you didn’t look back, but you knew Billy was watching you from the glass…

You wiped your eyes, briefly looking at Sidney, your stomach twisting into knots. You didn’t want to face her, but eventually you knew you had to. Unfortunately, it would be sooner than anticipated as you both were spending the night at Tatum’s.

“God, this is going to be a long night…” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.

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[frankenkyle19]

Rhythm of your undead heart

Description: You’ve been begging James for months to let you take control in the bed. Just for one night. He finally says yes, without realizing just how much he sighed up for

I was listening to Mr. Schwartz by Arctic Monkeys on repeat while writing the rest of this and ended up SPEEDING through it. Thank god for music

word count: 4.3k

warnings: smut, anal, probably ooc James, pain kink, mentions of blood and James’ past

It was difficult. Being in a relationship with not only an infamous serial killer, but a dead one at that. At times he acted as if he didn’t give a damn about you. As if you didn’t even exist. He had other ‘matters to attend to’ according to him. But despite it all, you stayed by his side. He was eternally grateful for that. Now he  may not have always made it known, but he really was fond of you. You made his undead heart flutter. Made him feel things that he nearly forgot he could feel after his many years of being dead. Feelings he hadn’t felt since the first time he laid eyes on his dear countess. 

James was a very attentive lover, almost always seeing to your needs immediately. He wanted you to be so content in his hotel that you wouldn’t ever think of leaving. Sometimes he’d even fantasize about killing you. What it would be like to lay you out on his bed, ravage you, and while you’re in the throes of release with him so deep inside you, he would slide his knife across the delicate, vulnerable skin of your neck. How he’d watch you choke on your own blood, eyes wide and full of fear, before you would inevitably return to him in your ghostly form. Maybe one day he would take your life, but he enjoyed you enough right now that he kept you just as you were. It was an honor. But it would also be just as much of an honor to be killed by the man.

The one thing James March was not, was submissive. There was not a single bone in his body that ever wanted to submit to you, or to anyone. It simply wasn’t in his nature. He was raised by a father who had the wrong ideas of what a man should or rather, had to be. And no matter how many times you asked, his answer stayed the same.

No my dear, I don’t think I will. 

Still, you persisted. Months and months of asking James to just let you have one night to pleasure him. Tie him to the bed and have your way. Every time it was ‘no no no’, but the more you asked the harder time he had denying you. He hated denying you anything. You quite literally had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe even more so than his dear Elizabeth once had. 

So on his very own birthday, Devil’s night, he finally caved and said yes.

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“Really?” Your eyes were wide as saucers as you looked him over to see if he was just messing with you, but of course James wasn’t one to mess around. 

“Yes dear. You have been quite persistent with your asking, so I’ve realized how much it would mean to you. You may have your way with me.” He said with ease, nose curling a bit in that adorable way it did when he said certain words. as he spoke when his accent got heaviest. He’d had a few drinks but was still sober enough to know he was in for a longgg night. 

“Well then James, we should start as soon as possible!” You said excitedly. Like a child who was just told they could have dessert before dinner. This was exhilarating. 

“You stay here and undress. Lay on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” You gave your first order of the night. Something flashed behind James' undead eyes. A spark. Excitement or nervousness? Both? You hoped to soon find out.

You raced out of the bedroom, going to find your box of toys that you kept well hidden from James under one of the many cabinets in his suite. You grinned when you found it, rummaging through its contents before pulling out your strap on. The one you had been waiting months to use on your lover. The one you had bought with the specific purpose of wrecking James with. 

You grabbed the bottle of lube next to it as well as a vibrator. You may just use that on him as well. He’d never used toys before because they weren’t exactly a thing when he was alive. At least not the ones around today. And why would he put something so foreign and unpredictable near his cock? He much preferred your hand. Or, excuse his language,  your pussy. 

You had your arms full as you made your way back to James, seeing him laid out on the bed, fully naked. He had done just as you requested. His cock was half hard as it rested on his lower stomach, hands at his sides as he glanced at you, showing a bit of disinterest as he saw the items you had brought back with you. He had such an ease about him, just laying there, completely bare and seeming completely content with it. 

“What are you planning on doing with those?” He asked, blinking slowly as he examined the items in your arms.

“Going to fuck you, James.”

Such language caused him to cringe slightly, shaking his head as he sat up a bit in the bed. He almost looked nervous, but was obviously trying not to show it. He’d never been touched there before. Never even dared to explore his body fully while all alone in his room all these years. A man like him didn’t do that, but you were here to teach him that he could. And that it would feel good. That he could let his guard down. Just enjoy himself.

You laid the items at the end of the bed and crawled up next to him, gently running your hands down his scarred, muscled chest. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he glanced at you apprehensively.

“You are not going to do such things- I ref-“ you cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips, causing his glare to harden. If looks could kill…

“You said I could have my way with you, James. This is what I plan to do. I’ll be gentle, promise.” 

“I don’t need you to be gentle-“

“And we need a safe word. Yeah? In case you want to stop at any time. Give me a word.”

“Stop. Stop will be my word.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “We need something more unique than that, James. Please just humor me?”

He grumbled under his breath before responding. 

“Fine, if we must, my word can be… gun.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course out of all the words in the English language and beyond, he chose gun. Even now his mind couldn’t help but wander to those dangerous, murderous thoughts.

You carefully let your hands trail lower down his body before gently wrapping one around his half hard cock. He sighed softly, body finally relaxing a bit as he looked up at you, eyes dark. 

“Ahhh Darling-“ he grunted, shifting a bit as his cock began to harden fully. You swept your thumb across the tip, spreading the pre-cum that collected there.

“Mmm, take it into your mouth, my love. Choke on me.” You could tell his dominant side was beginning to come out the longer this dragged on, and you needed to cut it out now before he just flipped you over and fucked you into the mattress.

You squeezed his cock in your hand, causing him to grimace, glaring up at you. How dare you not listen to his orders?

“Not so fast, James. I want it my way. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not tonight. You can have your fun another day”

Carefully you began to stroke him once more, tracing your pointer finger over the prominent vein on the side of his cock. His tip was red and leaking, practically throbbing in your hand. As much as he’d hate to admit it, your touch always felt like heaven. If there was a heaven, he thought, it was found in your touch. You knew exactly how to touch him. .

You heard what sounded like a quiet moan slip from his parted lips, glancing up to see a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and messing up his usually neat combed back hair. He looked sinful in the most angelic way possible. 

While you were stroking him with one hand, you let your other fall to his thigh, gently massaging it before daring to go lower. You were curious to see how he’d react to your touch, knowing that you had to stretch him out on your fingers first before you even dared show him the silicone cock. Your hand fell away and grabbed the small vibrator from the edge of the bed, holding it between your fingers before holding it up to show it to James.

His eyes widened a bit and he shifted uncomfortably, shaking his head “now wait just a moment- wait- I don’t even know what that thing is- it is not natural and I will not have you put it near m-“ He was cut off as you turned it on, placing it against his leaky cock head. The vibrations buzzed against his length, causing his body to jerk around a bit.

The feeling was foreign, but good god, he realized how pleasurable it felt. It was a whole new level of euphoria.

“O-oh- oh that’s actually- aghh- quite nice. I like it.” He whispered, hips flexing up, muscles clenched as he sighed, rolling his head around on the bed. 

“See? Told you so. It can feel so good James.” 

He grumbled under his breath, obviously a bit salty that you actually were right. He hated being proved wrong. 

You let the vibrator rest on the tip of his cock for a few moments before sliding it down the rest of his length, watching as he twitched, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tried not to show just how much he was enjoying this all. 

“See, sometimes new things can be fun.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Your beautiful, ever stubborn James March was laid out on his very own bedsheets, about to be ravaged by you. 

You pulled the vibrator away from his cock, much to his disapproval as he let out a quiet groan. You didn’t just want groans and grunts from him this time around though. You wanted full on moans, cries, whines and whimpers. And you planned to get exactly that.

He watched you like a hawk, eyes tracking your every movement, afraid if he looked away for even a moment, or dared to blink, you’d do something he wouldn’t agree with. But of course that’s not how it worked. You’d never pull any surprises on him. Not now. You were going to take your time getting him nice and open. You didn’t want to hurt him…Unless he asked for it, which he very well might. 

“Okay James we can do this a few different ways and I’ll give you the choice. You can either lay on your back with your legs propped up, or you can lay on your stomach and I can finger you open that way. Which would you rather?”

And of course he wanted to say he didn’t want either, but he knew that wasn’t a choice. So he sucked up his complaints and swallowed hard before answering “on my back works just fine, darling.”

That was all you needed before you were grabbing the bottle of lube and popping the cap open, pouring some of the clear, sticky oil onto your fingers. You warmed it up first before you glanced back at James, his eyes laser focused on your now oiled up fingers. He knew exactly what you were going to do with those.

“Darling we still have time to go back- I will gladly fuck you, we do not have to-“ 

You slapped his thigh, causing him to jolt. It was a warning. If he complained again maybe you wouldn’t go so easy on him. 

“A real man would shut up and take it, James. Are you a real man?”

He was absolutely seething, completely enraged and the thoughts of just pinning you to the bed and wrapping his hands around your neck until it broke flooded through his mind. 

He decided it was best to stay quiet as he sighed heavily, adjusting himself on the bed so his legs were propped at an angle which gave you plenty of room to do what you wanted to.

“Good boy, see? Not so hard is it?” You hummed as you brought the hand that wasn’t covered in lube to his face, cupping his cheek. It was as if against his own will he leaned into it. No matter how mad he was at you, your touch brought him utter bliss. 

You could tell he had grown distracted by your actions so you discreetly let your other hand wander to gently grip his ass, kneading the flesh in your palm. He tensed, looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression. There was some part of his mind that was stopping him from showing any satisfaction or even trying to enjoy this experience. You needed to find out why and get rid of it, otherwise this wouldn’t be a good experience for either of you.

“Look at you, such a strong, smart, cunning man. So busy all day long with your tedious planning. The maintenance of this beautiful hotel-“ his eyes flicked to yours, softening a bit. Ah yes, compliments, the way to his undead heart. 

“The most magnificent hotel made by the most magnificent man of any day and age,” you continued, easing him. Your hand still massaged the meat of his ass, but he didn’t seem to care as much as before, too focused on your words and compliments.

“You work so very hard, you deserve a break. Just relax, my love. I would never do anything I didn’t think you’d like. If you just let go, maybe you’ll find that you enjoy this.” You spoke, your hand finally, finally reaching his hole as you circled it gently with your pointer finger.

James hissed through his teeth but stayed still, taking your words into account. Perhaps you were right. He ought to give it a shot, right? And if he didn’t like it he wouldn’t have to do it again after tonight, surely? You always respected each other’s boundaries so this  couldn’t be any different.

He closed his eyes and tried his very best to relax his body, knowing it would be easier if he was relaxed. He’d been put through pain before, so surely this wouldn’t hurt much.. right?

He inhaled sharply as your finger breached his tight hole, carefully slipping in without much resistance thanks to the lube.

“There we go, being so nice for me, James.” You cooed, your free hand gently caressing the skin on his thigh. He was abnormally pale. He was a ghost, so of course he was, but even in life he was quite a pale man, his thighs even milkier than the skin on his arms and neck.

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, the thick, deep cut across his neck moving along with it. He preferred to keep it covered at all times, but you had already told him that you wanted to see all of him, even the worst parts. So for you and only you, he let it be in view.

His hole seemed to suck your finger in, greedy for the foreign feeling. James on the other hand, wasn’t exactly having an awful time, but he had definitely had better experiences.

Still, you were determined to make him squirm and cry out your name, and with a gentle caress of his thigh with your free hand, you pressed another finger into him, feeling the resistance this time around. 

He inhaled deeply, but didn’t appear to be in any extreme discomfort. After all, he had killed himself by cutting his throat with a damn blade. What could be much worse than that? And he was dead, so he didn’t feel pain like the living did.

Still though, he tried to arch his hips away from the feeling, nose curled up as he glanced down at you. He remembered your words. You asking him to just sit back and enjoy, and he was at the very least trying.

“Darling I do not find enjoyment in this at all-“ he huffed out, just wanting to fuck you. He would definitely find enjoyment in that.

“I just need you to calm down, James. I’m trying-“ your fingers pushed deeper into him, curling up at an angle. 

“I’m trying to find your prostate, so just shut up for five seconds-“ you huffed out. Usually you wouldn’t be so mean, but you knew James could take it. In fact, he yearned for it.

His whole body froze as finally, finally you hit that spot inside of him, the first spark of pleasure burning inside him, clawing to be let out. It was unlike anything he ever felt, a much different feeling than stimulation to his cock. This felt deeper. Heavier. 

“Darling-“ was all he choked out, eyes wide as you hit the spot inside him again. Now that you found it, James was in for a hell of a ride. 

“There we go, baby. Found it.”

“W-what are you doing to me?” He asked, completely and utterly confused as to what you had done that made this suddenly feel so good.

“I found your prostate, feels good doesn’t it?” You chuckled, seeing as he was beginning to slowly fall apart at the seams. Little by little, you were going to fuck the entitlement out of this man if it killed you.

“It does feel quite… enjoyable.” He said, his words spoken slower than usual as he tried to keep his composure. 

You continued to pump your fingers in and out of him before adding a third and final one, watching as his face scrunched up at the fullness of three fingers up his ass.

“And you are positive that… that device will fit inside of me?” He asked, glancing at the strap on.

“Of course James. You fit inside me, don’t you? I picked a small dildo I promise, it’s not much thicker than my three fingers. Just a bit longer.” You assured as you stretched him out as well as you could before pulling your fingers out, a heavy huff leaving James’ lips.

There was a sense of relief he felt when you pulled your fingers out of him, but also a sense of loss. He felt.. empty. 

It wasn’t that way for long though. You had reached over to grab the strap, undressing yourself before clipping it around your waist, making sure it was secure. James swallowed hard, a warm heat spreading through him as he watched you. 

“My dear-“ 

“Quiet, James. Let me take care of you.”

You propped his legs up better, coming between them as you leaned on your knees, your hands keeping his thighs spread as you pressed the tip of the dildo to his hole before you got an idea. A way to shut him up for even a little bit.

James glanced at you with a look of confusion as you pulled away, your small hand stroking the fake cock.

“Come, James.” You called, and like a lost puppy, James sat up, coming close to you as his eyes looked at you questioningly. 

“What is it?” He asked, eyes unable to look away from the strap between your legs.

With a bit of force, you grabbed him by his raven hair and pushed him down so he was face to face with the silicone. 

“You talk too much James. Let’s shut you up for just a moment.” You grinned, running your fingers through his hair for a moment as you tapped the cock against his pretty red lips.

He almost pushed away from you. There was no way he was doing this. Absolutely not. But then, there you were, so beautiful and he was so hard, just ready for release. 

His lips parted for the head of the dildo and you slid it into his mouth, letting him adjust to the foreign feeling. He knew how to eat you out, and realistically knew what to do with a cock in his mouth, but it was still odd. 

He suckled on the head, closing his eyes as his hole clenched desperately, wanting more stimulation. This was the sweetest torture.

You began to gently thrust in and out of his mouth, not letting it go too deep. You wondered what would happen if you did, if the cut across his throat would interfere or hurt him in any way.

James seemed to understand what you were thinking, and he swallowed around the cock, pushing it deeper into his mouth. Your eyes were wide as it hit the back of his throat. He… he made a noise you hadn’t heard from him ever before. He mewled. The pressure against the cut across his throat brought both pain and pleasure to him. 

You on the other hand quickly pulled it from his mouth, figuring it had hurt him. His lips chased the length before he paused, looking up at you. 

“Why did you stop?” His voice was a bit hoarse as he spoke, his usually thick accent faded just a bit.

“I- I thought I hurt you-“ his eyes flickered dangerously at your words as he smirked 

“Darling, I like being hurt.” Was all he said. You pounced on him, pulling him into a searing kiss before positioning him just how you wanted, manhandling him as you pleased.

He was on all fours, facing the headboard as you positioned yourself behind him, lining the cock up with his hole. You reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting some onto the strap. For good measure.

You ever so slowly thrust into him, causing a broken groan to fall from his lips as he instantly pushed back into the feeling, causing the cock to slide even deeper inside him.

You figured he might like this, that’s why you asked all these months. What you hadn’t expected was for him to like it as much as he did.

He threw his head back, hair an absolute mess, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. 

“More-“ be begged, glancing over his shoulder at you. For the first time since you’d been with James, you were finally able to see the side of him you’d longed to see. He looked so free, whatever memories of his past left him as he just enjoyed the pleasure he was being given.

You traced the scars littered across his back as you fucked into him gently, still not wanting to be too rough with him. He’d had a hard life, and even though he’d done atrocious things, part of you had to think it was how he was raised. Nature versus nurture. A mix of both that had left him the way he was. But he was still yours, and you were going to show him just how much you loved him.

You began to pick up your pace, James groaning impatiently as he arched his back, muscles taught, the curve of his back like a sculpture painted by the most talented sculptor.

“Faster darling, I assure you I won’t break.” He whispered, head falling between his shoulders as he gripped onto the bed harder, fully intending and wanting you to fuck him as hard as you could.

And of course you did. You couldn’t deny James this, not now. Not ever. You gripped onto his shoulders and thrust into him, your skin slapping against his own from the force.

He cried out in pleasure, his accent just making his moans that much more intoxicating to listen to.

You quickly got a rhythm going, fucking into him hard and fast, the strap hitting his prostate with each thrust in. 

You saw the way his body trembled, the way his cock twitched. He was close. You knew his body like the back of your hand, and even in this new position, you still new.

You angled your thrusts to better hit his prostate, one of your hands reaching around to wrap around his cock.

His mouth fell open, eyes closed as he let out a deep chuckle. He was… laughing?

“Oh darling this is much better than I had expected- I am close love-“ he grunted, biting down on his bottom lip as his breathing picked up and for the first time, you heard James Patrick March beg.

“Please- please please darling I must cum-“ he begged, arching back against you as he cried out.

Maybe in the future you’d tease him. Leave him tied up and refuse him his release as you fucked him relentlessly. Not tonight though. You just wanted him to feel good.

You kept your thrusts even, stroking his cock in time with your hard thrusts. And soon enough, James’ body went nearly rigid before you felt his warm release coat your hand, spilling across it and onto the bed.

His hole squeezed hard around the strap and you whispered words of praise to him as he came down from his high.

He was quiet for several moments as you gently pulled out of him, checking him over to make sure you hadn’t done any damage. 

Finally, he pulled you into a tender kiss. A much more meaningful kiss than the ones he usually gave. It was filled with his usual hunger, but also so much love. 

“That… was spectacular.” He said simply, shaking his head. You were right. Of course you had been right. If only he’d just listened to you sooner. Foolish man.

You held him against your chest as he spoke, mostly nonsense, plans he had among other things. You let him, running your hands across his scarred body, eternally grateful that he had chosen you. You stayed like that for a while, just listening to the rhythm of his undead heart. 

[pumpkinbxtch]

ok ok I know this is kinda random but I am a HUGE Octavian simp for literally no reason but honestly? I trust you to see this ask and do with it what you will <3

Octavian is My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys 100000000% he stole my tortured heart for no reason he's just an annoying lil guy

Can you do an Octavian x Daughter of Poseidon/Neptune!reader where they have a kinda off/on relationship? Totally ok if you don't want to though! I love your writing!

f.u.

— octavian x daughter of neptune

☆radiostar is playin': f.u. — little mix…!

warnings; angst, off-on realtionship, (more) mean octavian, language, octavian himself is a warning (lol) a/n; yep, absolutely, Octavian is annoying really, I HATE HIM but as my mother taylor said: it's the worst men i write the best. I've never said it but I love writing angst, bro someone commit me to the psychiatric. Anyway, THANKS, hope you like this. Love, María

—I swear I'm going to drown you in your sleep!— Each word made you grip the glass tighter until Octavian could hear the material creaking, on the verge of breaking. His eyes focused nervously on the glass, but all you got out of him was a defiant hum.

—Come on...— His gaze was as empty as the promises he always made, yet you felt his warm hand wrap around your wrist, forcing you to release the glass. He gently shook your hand twice until the glass fell into his free hand. You thought it was an act of consideration for your well-being until he smashed it on the floor himself.

That was him, always showing a vulnerable side only to shatter any sign of it later. He smirked mockingly.

— You’d never do that to me.— That arrogant glint in his eyes made your stomach turn.

He was a bastard.

Disgusting.

You hated him.

You were done.

But by standing still, you proved him right, and he finally let go, heading to the kitchen. His casual footsteps echoed in the dimly lit apartment, illuminated by nearly spent candles 'cause you had been waiting for hours, cooked your best, dressed nice for him, and Octavian just decided to make you wait for four hours.

When he returned, you were still in the same spot. He didn’t even bother to look at you because sweeping up the glass shards seemed more important than picking up your broken heart. He had hurt it too many times for it to matter anymore so yes, maybe the shattered glass was more urgent to clean up.

You watched him pick up the larger pieces with his hands, and then you saw it on the collar of his shirt, something small but enough to explain why he had been so late. A lipstick stain jumped out at you, mocking you.

— was that — you murmured. He sighed heavily, knowing exactly what you meant. It drove you crazy that he didn’t even try to hide it anymore.

—So? — he asked dryly, tossing the shards into a plastic bag to keep them from mixing with the regular trash. He thought that would keep you from getting hurt, how ironic.

You stayed silent, glaring at him with knitted brows. Tears of hatred started to well up, causing an effect only you could have on him, the reason you stayed in this on-again, off-again relationship: his self-pity and subsequent regret.

But even though you could make him feel something almost impossible for him, it was too weak against his ways because he still didn’t apologize; he just kept cleaning.

If you were realistic, you weren’t in a position to demand answers. The state of your relationship was as uncertain as ever, unstable. You didn’t even know what you were to each other at that moment, but you were too scared to say it out loud and break the thread. So you just sat there, watching him finish.

And as you did, you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed together or shared a good moment without fearing breaking the relationship. Where had the good times gone? You let out a sob and didn’t realize you were about to cry like a baby until that moment.

Octavian’s sickly blue eyes looked at you, but you were too deep in your sorrow to care even if he stayed or left. He sighed and sat beside you, only by taking a seat at the table did he become aware of what he had left behind: a cold lasagna, melted candles, and two empty plates. The perfect scene of something very messed up, turning a genuine act of love upside down. You were like the sun to him, illuminating him when he should have been the one doing it.

His long hands slid across the table to stroke your arm, and he began to murmur nonsense, the same things as always because that’s how he fixed things. You shook your head, hiding your face in your hands, fighting the sobs.

— Come on, baby— he insisted, and you kept shaking your head like a hurt child. — I didn’t mean to... You know you’re the only one.

You heard the chair scrape as he moved closer, one hand wrapping around your waist.

— Get out.

He shook his head, insistently kissing your shoulder and nuzzling your cheek, trying to get you to look at him like he was the stray, wounded dog.

— Please, can we talk?

— We’ve talked enough — your voice trembling, making a hollow form in his heart. He was surprised to realize he had one, and for your bad luck, it beat for you.

He leaned in and kissed your neck gently. That was dangerous, and you knew it, but you didn’t pull away.

—I was an idiot — he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses up to your jawline, where his lips tasted salty from your tears.

He moved your hands away from your face, you no longer resisting much. It was the first time he looked at your face since he arrived, and with that gaze of his, something in those cold eyes gave you enough warmth to keep looking at them. It wasn’t ideal, but it was just enough.

He tried to smile, but it came like a smirk. He kissed you, and you let him. His lips melded with yours as more tears fell, just like you had fallen again into his game.

— Things will be different — he murmured, not stopping the kisses or the hair-stroking that kept you dazed. He tightened his grip on your waist, slowly pulling you into his lap. —Things will work between us.

Empty promises with sweet affection. His hand moved to the edge of your dress, playing with the fabric near your knees. Your hand on his shoulder as you kept kissing slowly, or you might truly break.

You had lost count of how many times those words came from his mouth, how many times you had reconciled this way, but your desire for it to be true never diminished, only grew. You wanted to believe him this time, like all the times before, but he knew the truth and was too cowardly to admit it, to accept it because he had seen the future: You weren’t his, but he resisted letting you go.

No matter if it only broke you more, if you stopped being you, if he stopped being him.

You had to leave first, and what he didn’t know was that the next morning, after one last kiss, you would.

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw: noncon body mod, implied rape/noncon, sexual assault/harassment, unhappy reader, dark fic!!

Kidnapper!Soap x reader

Brief Kidnapper!Ghost x reader

desc; after you act out, soap punishes you, not in a way you expect or want

word count; 1890

You were tired of being their prisoner, their toy. You'd lost count on your fingers how many times they'd used your body for their own pleasure, how many days you had been here with them.

Simon was away on assignment leaving you alone with Johnny for the last few days. While Simon gave you space most of the time, unless of course when he wanted to fuck you, Johnny didn't. He always wanted you close by. Always had to be touching you in some way. Usually Simon would tell him off, making him give you space, and you weren't sure whether it was for you or for some other reason—Maybe the same reason that Simon had ordered Johnny not to fuck you while he was gone.

Since Simon wasn't around, there was no one to stop Johnny now from constantly invading your personal space.

Sure, he couldn't fuck you, but now he would constantly pull you onto his lap to grind his boner against your ass and grope your tits. His hand would slip under your shorts and panties and his fingers would stroke your folds and rub your clit in small circles. He was constantly teasing you. When you'd unwillingly get wet from his torment, he'd lick the juices from his fingers while he made you watch. He even made you lay your head down on his lap and he'd occasionally thrust against your face.

The next time he tries to pull you in, you struggle. You pull away and you slap him in the face. Immediately regretting your decision when you see how angry he looks, you cower away from him.

"Fuckin' brat, ah didnae think ye were that stupid." He spits as he grips your hair roughly making you hiss in pain and claw at his arm.

"Let go of me!" You scream.

He tsks, pulling your head up to look at him. His face is inches from yours and you can feel the air he angrily exhales lightly hitting your face. You try to move your head back and he grips your hair harder making you cry out and look at him. His eyes burn with anger at your defiance as he growls out, "That's it. I've had it with your attitude today."

Your eyes widen in fear and your breath hitches, knowing you're about to be punished. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop him. This is what they did when you weren't their perfect little prisoner. Your words, not theirs. They always referred to you as their good girl, unless you pushed them.

Johnny lets go of your hair and grabs your upper arm, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and pulls you up to your feet. Johnny doesn't say anything or even look at you as he pulls you to the bedroom. He pushes you through the doorway first and you stumble in. He closes the door behind him and the bolt Simon installed slides into place, trapping you in here with Johnny. Theres a keypad for a code to get out. Of course you don't know it. Why would you? You haven't been good enough to earn that yet.

You watch Johnny walk over to the desk and rummage through a drawer for a moment before he's pulling out a black bag. Johnny's mouth twists up into an evil smirk as he looks at you. You swallow, nervously. You didn't want to know what was in that bag but you were about to find out.

"Been wantin' to do this to ye for a while, bonnie. Every time I see those pretty tits of yours," He glances down at your clothed chest and licks his bottom lip. Your arms cross over your chest on instinct and he lets out a dark chuckle. He takes a step toward you and you take a step back. "Ye wanna ken what i'm gonna do to ye?"

You shake your head. You don't want to know because you don't want him to do anything to you at all. His smirk only grows wider at your hesitance. He fishes a hand into the bag and pulls out a little packet and holds it up to show you. You squint, trying to make out the words on the packet. Body Piercing Needles... no, no, no. Terrified, now knowing what he's going to do to you, you step back further until your back hits the wall. He just watches you in amusement, placing the packet back into the bag that most definitely includes the other supplies he's planning to use on you. You wish the wall would swallow you so you didn't have to experience what was about to happen next.

"Where do ye think you're goin'?" He tilts his head like a curious puppy dog but keeps that mischievous look on his face making you shiver. He was more like a wolf than a puppy dog and you were his prey.

"Don't." You whisper, ignoring his question, your bottom lip quivering.

"Don't what?"

"Don't use those on me."

"You didn't say please... I'll tell you what, hen. Apologise for your bad behaviour and... beg me not to use them and I won't."

"I-"

"Ah, ah. Not there," He sits on the bed and points to the floor in front of him. "Right here. On your knees, bonnie."

You really don't want to but since it's your only option you oblige. You hesitantly make your way over in front of him and go down onto your knees. You know exactly how this looks to him.

"Eyes on me." He nudges your leg with his foot and you immediately look up, your mind on what's in that black bag. He's fucking grinning. He leans back on his palms and watches you expectantly, waiting.

It takes you a moment, you have to work up the nerve. You swallow and weakly speak, "I'm sorry."

"That the best ye can do?"

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'm sorry," You rush the end, feeling a little frantic. You pause and exhale a breath before continuing while Johnny watches on in amusement. "Please.. Please don't use those.. needles.. on me. I'll be good. I swear."

You don't think you've ever felt more mortified and pathetic. The amusement is gone from Johnny's face as he silently stares at you. You wait for him to say something, anything. After what feels like hours but is definitely only a minute or two, he gently grips your chin and tilts your head up. You maintain eye contact as he leans in closer to you. You think he might kiss you and you resist moving your head away or scrunching your face in disgust, not wanting to make him mad especially after you just begged him. He stops, close enough that the tiniest movement forward would connect your lips to his. Then he gives you a wicked grin.

"Ye gave it a good go." He says and your face falls and your stomach drops.

Before you can protest, Johnny roughly pulls you up and throws you on your back on the bed. He ignores your screams and holds your legs down as you try to kick at him and climbs on top of you, sitting on your hips to hold you still. You try pushing him off, you smack and claw his thighs, you squirm trying to wriggle your way out. He merely laughs at your pathetic attempts and grabs your wrists, holding your hands above your head, before he pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. You don't get the chance to consider when he grabbed those or if he just keeps them on him all the time before he's cuffing your hands tightly together. You let out a noise of discomfort.

"This is gonna be fun." He muses then grabs your shirt and rips it right down the middle, exposing your breasts to him. He licks his lips as he ogles them.

he reaches down and painfully tugs and twists your left nipple in between his fingers until its firm. You move your cuffed hands to hit him again to try to stop him. He sees it coming and grabs your wrists.

"Don't or I'll break them," He squeezes your wrists and you gasp at his threat. He presses your arms back against the bed above your head. "Stay."

You obediently listen and keep your arms still, not wanting him to follow through on his threat, figuring that broken wrists were a worse alternative.

He returns his attention to your nipple and grabs one of the needles out of the packet.

"Pre-sterilised. Well aren't you lucky?" He mocks and you shake your head, silently pleading with him to not do it.

He gets a good grip on you, holding your tit firmly in position.

"Stop. Please, Johnny." You try one last pathetic beg.

He smiles at you before he plunges the needle horizontally through your nipple and you scream out in pain. He looks in awe at the sight of the needle sticking through before he's reaching into the bag and grabbing out one of the silver nipple bars and replacing the needle with it. He squeezes your tit as he lets out a low whistle.

"One down, one to go, Bonnie."

He does the same thing with your other nipple, doubling the pain. Tears run down your face. Johnny licks at your fresh new piercings and you screech, pushing him away, your nipples feeling like they're on fire. He lets you this time and cleans up the tools before putting everything back in the bag and in the desk drawer.

He leaves you there, suffering on the bed, as he unlocks the door and walks off into the lounge room. You cry yourself to sleep.

You wake up a few hours later, nipples aching, hearing Johnny and, a now returned, Simon talking in the other room.

"Got a little surprise for ya, L.T." You know Johnny's talking about you and you wish you could fall back asleep so you didn't have to be consciously present for this.

Johnny walks in first with Simon following behind. Johnny sits on the bed and yanks you up against his side, making your tits look like they're on proud display, and your cuffed hands drop into your lap. Your ripped shirt hangs off your shoulders.

"What d'ya think, Sir?" Johnny grins, squeezing one of your tits and making you grimace. Simon takes in the new modifications and his eyes glaze over, full of animalistic hunger.

"Good fuckin' boy, Mactavish," He addresses Johnny while his eyes stay glued on your nipples. "Baby, your tits were beautiful before but now..." He stalks toward you and cups your tits in his big hands and kneads the flesh. Leaning down, his tongue laps at your freshly pierced nipples a few times before he takes each one in his mouth to suck on, latching on to the metal bars to tug each nipple. You let out a bunch of pained noises as he does, your eyes watering. When he finishes, he looks up at you and grins something sinister, "Now they're fucking perfect."

"Aye, L.T," Johnny cups your clothed pussy with his free hand and chuckles, "Wonder what we should pierce next..."

[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader [Part 2]

SUMMARY: After the events on the couch, Y/n doesn't know how to talk to her best friend anymore and decides to call him late at night, with a different outcome than expected.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, friends to fwb sorta, …

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @dominuslunae

A/N: Whoa, so this took longer than I expected but here is the long awaited Part Two. I'm planing on writing a third final part but don't ask me when it will come out, idk yet sorry c: also this isnt proofread :c

You couldn’t even remember a time where Vinny and you hadn’t been best friends. In all those years you always had been each other’s comfort zone. Nothing ever had the power to separate the bond you two had created. Except the two of you yourself of course.

At the moment, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers while waiting for Vinny to get into his car. You had spent the evening at Ricky’s house for a small birthday celebration and everything had seemed normal. You had walked there since the weather had been pretty good, but it had gotten pretty late, and nobody was comfortable with you walking home at this point, so Vinny, being your best friend and neighbor, had offered to drive you.

Nothing about this seemed out of the usual for the others, but you were almost shaking with nervousness. It had already been a week since the events on your couch and nobody had dared to say a word about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked at all. Everything seemed normal, except the two of you tapping around the obvious elephant in the room. You felt like you were being tortured for seven days straight at this point. You didn’t know how Vinny could act so calm about the whole thing, while you were about to explode into a million pieces.

Your thoughts were consumed by him. It felt like your brain had been wired differently since that night. All you could think about was Vinny. It wasn’t only the sexual scene that happened literally in front of your eyes. It was everything. His voice, his smile, the way he made you laugh. Everything.

Once Vinny had said his goodbyes to everyone left and slipped inside his car, it was just the two of you left. You instantly felt how goosebumps started to form on your skin when you inhaled the faint smell of his perfume. You felt how your heart was racing just with him near you and you were sure you were about to go insane, rather sooner than later.

The car ride was quiet, the only sound coming from Vinny tapping along to the music on the steering wheel. You tried not to look to closely at his hands, since even that gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Your mind wondered back to that night. After receiving that text from Vinny, you felt like you were on fire. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Vinny had called you that night and you streamed one of this dinosaur documentaries as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t watched each other cum. You had decided after that, that you needed to push your feelings away even further.

You really tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t even know what to expect from that situation.

So now, a week later, you were sitting in your shared driveway and stared straight ahead. You had never been more unsure of anything in your life like you were right now, and it hurt you, because Vinny was the one stable thing in your existence, and you had collectively decided to ruin it because of the heat of the moment.

Right as Vinny took a breath to say something, you snapped out of your thoughts. “Thanks. Good night.”

With that you sprinted out of his car and into your house, fearing for a second, he would go after you.

Two hours later you sat on your bed and toyed with your phone in your hand. Your thoughts were eating you alive. You didn’t know what came over you when you opened the Discord App to check for the fifth time if he was still online.

“Fuck, he’s still Vinny. Don’t be so childish.” You mumbled to yourself before you touched the call button.

Almost instantly you heard his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You felt like you were frozen into your place. His voice alone made you crumble into pieces.

“Hi.” You mumbled shyly.

“Hi back.” He answered you and mimicked your shy undertone. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mock you.

“So… What’s up?” Vinny asked again, now in a more relaxed tone while you felt stiffer than ever.

“I-… You know… I-…” You began to stumble over your words, regretting you hadn’t thought about what to say to him before calling.

“Yeees?” He teased you and you knew he was grinning slightly. You wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap it out of his pretty face.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Vin!” You almost cried into your phone and ran a hand through your hair.

It was silent for a long time.

“Did you think about it?” He suddenly asked into the void.

“Think about what?” You breathed out, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to give it away.

“That night.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your body. You didn’t think the subject would turn this fast.

“You mean if I thought about you touching yourself in front of me?” You boldly asked, smiling slightly at your sudden and unexpected confidence.

“Uhm… Something like that.” Vinny almost stuttered, causing your smile to become even broader.

It was silent again.

“And?”

“Have you?” You asked him and leaned back on your bed.

“I asked first.” – “I asked second.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest any second. Never in your entire life had you been more turned on simple by the tone of the voice of someone.

“I have.” Vinny answered after a short while, his voice way raspier than it was before.

“Me too.” You mumbled and immediately your mind snapped back to that night. You just couldn’t get this picture out of your head. Vinny, with his hand wrapped around his hard member, breathing out your name between slight moans.

“Did you touch yourself today?” Vinny than asked with slight hesitation in his voice.

“I haven’t…” You answered and immediately became bold again. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?” Vinny asked. You bit your lip for a second, trying to suppress the smile forming on your face.

“I plan to… Yeah.”

“You want any help?” He mumbled casually as if he was offering to help you clean your house or something.

“You can’t come over. I have to get up early tomorrow.” You answered him honestly and hoped you didn’t scare him away with your comment. You wanted him to come over, but you knew it would ruin the last bit of sleep you would get.

“Noone said anything about coming over.” He answered you and you could picture the grin that was plastered on his face in said moment. You wanted to scream into your pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered sweetly into your phone while settling deeper into your pillow.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to touch you?” Vinny wanted to know, ignoring your question. Blood rushed in your ears as you remembered the moment, when you exclaimed you wanted it to be his fingers instead of yours.

You opened your legs beneath your blanket and let your hand ran down your body.

“Yes, I did mean it.” You breathed out. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Fuck… Of course. Have you looked at yourself?” Vinny almost moaned out and you were sure he was touching himself at this point, so your hand started to travel between your thighs.

Your heart stutters at his low voice.

“I hoped you would say that.” You whispered into the phone. Vinny let out a low laugh. 

“If I’m being honest, the last couple of times weren’t the first time, I thought of you while masturbating but god… I can’t get you out of my mind anymore.” Vinny explained with so much honesty in his voice that you couldn’t help yourself but to touch your most sensitive spot.

“When you were thinking of me…what was I doing?” You asked him, realizing your voice became breathier at this point.

“If I’m being honest, it’s the little things. How you look in your favorite dress, how you look when you bend down, how your cheeks get red every time someone slightly compliments you.” He answered you and let out a small hum after that.

“Really? Just that?” You asked him, shocked about how just simple gestures could turn him on.

“No. Today I came so hard while thinking of you being under me. Moaning out my name.” He answered as you circled your clit a bit faster. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him thinking about you while masturbating and then going to meet you right after that.

“Oh, Vinny.” You breathed out.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” He teased you. “What about you?”

“I thought about your hands.” You honestly exclaimed. “I mean… You play the drums like a fucking god. Can’t help myself thinking about how your fingers would feel inside of me.”

Another groan came from Vinny, and you let your finger swirl around your clit. 

“Oh yeah? Gosh, I wonder how your pussy feels like.” He said with a serious tone, but you can’t help but giggle.

“What?” – “That’s what the guy said in the porn, too.”

“As far as I can remember, you liked that pretty much.” He teased you.

“I wasn’t denying it.” You answered him with a smile on your face and let a finger sink into your hole.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Vinny stumbled out shyly.

“Of course, I am and I know you’re doing it, too.” You moaned.

You heard some shuffling noises and couldn’t help but think about him sitting in front of his computer with his hand around his cock.

“If you keep making these noises, I will come over.” Vinny breathed out on the other line while your pace became faster.

“Maybe I want you to.” – “I value your sleep, darling.”

‘Darling’… He was driving you insane.

“I wish that was my hand on your cock right now.” You moaned into your phone.

“You have no fucking clue, do you? The effect you have on people.” His breathing was getting more prominent, and you felt your own pick up.

“Or my mouth.” You whispered after his statement and heard him moan. Tension started to form in your stomach, another finger sinking into you.

“Vinny.” You gasped and he moaned into your ear through the phone. Your fingers curled up onto the sweet spot you’d found while thinking of his hard cock. You wanted to feel him so bad.

“Please tell me you’re close, Y/n.” He almost whined out.

“I am.” You moaned into your phone, chasing your high.

“I want to feel you so bad.” Vinny whined, speaking out your own thoughts. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Oh god.” You exhaled as your hips started to stutter. “Fuck, Vinny.”

“It’s like I had a taste of the forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned.

“Have me then.” You whine out, your voice weak and laced with unsaid words. Everything neither of you had dared to say before.

Your hips buck against your hand as you cried out. “God, Vinny!”

“Are you cumming?” His voice so determined and raw but all you could do was nod, though he couldn’t see you. Though, you didn’t have to say something. Your breaths revealed the truth.

“Fuck…that was…oh fuck,” you tried to answer him as you started to come down from your orgasm, still not in full control of your body functions. 

“You sound so fucking good. I just… Gosh, Y/n...” You could imagine how he started to thrust his hips slightly upwards, cum coating his hand.

You hear him shuffle again and breathe heavily into his microphone just as your head became clearer again.

It was silent for a longer period of time. Both of you trying to contain your thoughts.

Suddenly you began to feel nervous.

“That was-…” Vinny breathed out.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you-…” – “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow?” He quietly asked. “You could come over and we could watch a movie or something. Tomorrow night?”

Your heart started to beat heavily again. It would be the first time you would be around each other alone since the evening after he came back from tour, and you started to wonder how it would go.

“See you tomorrow, Vin.”

“Good night, darling.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[cloudcountry]

lovely little specimen

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: You decide to surprise Jade with a mushroom fairy costume on Halloween.

Author's Comments: i would LOVE wearing one of those big mushroom hats. they look so cute and so extra i love them.

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You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you approached the alchemy lab, a giant mushroom hat balanced on top of your head. There’s a pit of nerves twisting on your stomach that you try your best to ignore as Grim follows you to the building in his cute little witch costume. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t pick this outfit specifically for Jade, but his reaction is slowly becoming a source of dread. You know all too well that he’ll take this as an opportunity to humiliate you, but you reach out and open the front door despite your reservations. Grim grabs onto your leg with a quiet “mrah!” and you can practically feel him shaking.

There’s nobody to greet the two of you at the door as you slowly proceed into the hallway, the blue-green glow at the end of the it beckoning you further into the darkness. You feel like you’re being watched, you think, and you shiver as you clutch your little tote bag tighter.

The room emitting the glow is a laboratory, you realize. Peeking your head in, you don’t see anything overly suspicious. You should know better than you judge immediately though, as Octavinelle is known for their sneaky little tricks. Halloween was practically made for them.

Stepping over to the examination table, you try not to think too hard about what the various splatters of dark red and brown are (even though your mind screams dried blood.) Grim has been awfully quiet, so you look down only to see a blank space where he used to be. Fear grips your heart and you whip around, only to see Jade towering over you with his sharp teeth on full display.

You nearly bruise your hip with how hard you jump back, a small scream tearing its way from your throat at the close proximity. How the fuck did he get that close without you knowing? Since when did he move that quietly?! Great Seven, he was practically on top of you!

“Oh?” he steps closer, eyes raking over you form like a predator about to pounce, “What is this? A lovely little specimen stumbled into our lab...Hmm, how peculiar.”

You bunch the fabric covering your thighs in your hands, reminding yourself that this is just Jade, not a monster.

“Do you like the costume?” you ask, voice shaker than you would have liked, “I...worked really hard to put it together.”

Jade steps closer to you, a nasty smirk still on his face. You find yourself leaning back on instinct, and before you realize it Jade has you caged between him and the table with his arms.

“I appreciate the effort you put into this.” he hums, brushing his fingers along your sleeve, “Did you do it for me, Little Pearl?”

“Yes. I thought you’d...like it.” you mumble, turning your head away as he leans even closer.

He chuckles, and there’s a warm sweat that breaks out over your body at the sound. An arm snakes around your back, and for a moment you toy with the possibility of him not wanting you to bruise your back on the table. But no, this is Jade, and he’s doing it to ensure that you remain as trapped as possible within his grasp. You’re sure of it.

“How touching. I truly do have the best lover.” he smiles, this time without his teeth, and for a second his visage turns tender. You know Jade too well to be fooled, though, because he still hasn’t let you go.

“Jade...?” you say his name hesitantly, eyes darting nervously around the room. If you were to grip the table any harder, you’re certain the wood would snap underneath your fingers.

“Yes, Little Pearl?” he chuckles, eyelashes fluttering as his golden eye glows, the look as affectionate as it is foreboding.

“Your costume is nice too.” you fumble with your words, mouth curving into a wobbly smile, “You look handsome.”

“Charming.” he snickers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “You flatter me, my dear.”

You open your mouth to reply, but your voice is caught in your throat as Jade presses a single kiss to your cheek. You feel his knuckle drag over the other side of your face as the black part of his hair brushes against your skin. His lips are soft and they linger, the skin that he touched tingling faintly. You’re left gaping as he squeezes your hip, pulling away.

“Apologies, my sweet. You looked too adorable to resist.” he hums, slinking off towards the door, “You best remember that this is a haunted establishment, and that my fellow Octavinelle students will not bestow any mercy upon you today.”

Your brain catches up to you and floods with questions on Grim’s whereabouts, but you can’t force any noise out of your throat as Jade smirks and wiggles his fingers at you, disappearing back into the hallway from whence you came as if he was never there to begin with.

You go through the rest of the haunted house and find Grim being chased around a table by Azul. Even after Halloween has ended, he still has not forgiven you for not finding him sooner.

But still. It was worth it.