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spiritonadventure Ā· 2 months ago
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confused-wanderer Ā· 2 years ago
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It would be hilarious if villains loved Nightwing and were terrified of Officer Dick Grayson.
Dick Grayson- who is used to open spaces and adrenaline- being stuck in a boring bleak office, surviving on shots of coffee and red bull with caffeine that would make Tim concerned.
The thugs soon realised that unlike most of the other cops - Dick was from Gotham.
No one fucks with Gothamites.
Villain *shooting at Dick with machine guns*
Dick *appearing from the shadows behind him*: Boo.
Villain: THIS IS A FIVE STOREY BUILDING HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE
Or
Thief *throwing a counting down bomb at Dick*
Dick: *catching and tossing the bomb at a safe distance before turning round and shooting it so it explodes mid air while running after thief*
Thief: .. what the actual fuck
Dick: Gee look at all that time you had! Shame you threw it away :D
Thief:
Dick: Iā€™m from Gotham
Thief *realising they fucked up* : Please donā€™t steal my bones
OR
Shooter: *sets elaborate booby traps throughout the houses in an active hostage situation*
Dick *using his training as robin and inhuman flexibility to surpass them with ease*: Ah been a while since I got to have a nice stretch thank you.
Shooter:
Dick:
Shooter:
Dick: .. Hi :)
Shooter: Are you Satan?
AND
In interrogation room
Murderer: I think Iā€™ll take your eyes and add them to my collection
Dick *running on spite and caffeine that could give Superman a sugar rush* : Funny.. I was going to say the same thing to you
Murderer: .. what
Dick: I wouldnā€™t take your eyes though.. they look like the inspiration behind the whole Medusaā€™s ā€œlook at it and you turn to stoneā€ thing-
Murderer: Hey! Take that back before I gut you
Dick *smile stretching wider without blinking* : oh? Or what? I know everything about you. Who says I canā€™t kill you and walk out with everyone being none the wiser? I know how to kill someone too..you arenā€™t special.
Murderer:
Murderer: Iā€™m scared for my safety.
Because the thing is, Nightwing is who Dick really is. Itā€™s who he can be free as, be himself as without red tapes and regulations. Where he can give as good as he gets, and heā€™s kind and empathetic. He gets to help the downtrodden and goes easy on most of them if they give up right away, not to mention the fact that he never causes permanent damage.
But officer Dick Grayson is a different story. He runs on sleepless nights and no self preservation. Seeing an officer with an uncanny skill set theyā€™re scarily good at, not to mention the cheery attitude he always has scares the shit out of criminals. Cuz no way in hell is a smiling Gothamite not a deranged one. He chases crimes like a bloodhound, and isnā€™t afraid to make good on threats he makes to ensure they never hurt anyone again.
Bonus if the batfam doesnā€™t know about this.
Red hood: Shit I canā€™t believe we ended up in Bludhaven
Red Robin *tying up the corrupt politican* : Since this is a sensitive case, we need someone we can trust to make sure it is seen through.
Red hood: .. So we paying a visit to Officer Grayson?
Politician *screeching* : NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NOT HIM!! JUST KILL ME INSTEAD AND TAKE ALL MY MONEY I CANT DEAL WITH HIM!
Red hood: .. is he fucking serious?
Henchmen: Sir he is. And we agree. Please take our bones and kill us but donā€™t take us to Officer Grayson.
Red Robin: Wait what did he do?
Henchman 1: He asked boss if the hat was sentient.. and said that if it was would it make that hat the top and boss the bottom.
Henchman 2: Last time we met I tried to shoot him but suddenly my gun was blank and he raised his hand and let the ammo drop
Red Hood: Well even I could do that-
Henchman 2: They were my bullets. I had selected the colour personally.
Red robin *growing concerned*
Henchman 3: He sang a lullaby to a child when we were holding the station hostage, and replaced the people with my family members. He even sang their social security numbers!
Henchman 4: Heā€™s the most dangerous of them all. I ainā€™t shitting ya when I say heā€™s as scary as the bat from Gotham.
*all nodding in agreement*
Red hood:
Red Robin:
Red hood: Nah that doesnā€™t sound like Dick
Red Robin: Agreed. Letā€™s go there Hood.
*villainsā€™ sobbing intensifies*
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mommywandas Ā· 26 days ago
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Pretty When You Sleep ā€” W.M
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Pairing: Dark!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Nights are lot more dangerous than you think.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, drugging, blood, murder, stalking, mentions of a knives, strap-on.
Word count: 2.9k
A/N: This is a very dark and heavy fic, if you find any of the warnings triggering, please do not read. Happy Halloween! 18+ only. Men dni.
Beta read by @poulengp <3
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It started off small.
All the shoes you left in a mess by the door now neatly stacked up, laces undone, just so they were easier to slip on. The lamp you'd accidently leave on before falling asleep, being off when you woke up in the morning. Clothes that were dumped on the floor, suddenly folded up in your drawer.
Then it got weirder.
Your purse being filled with fifty dollar bills on the mornings you worried you wouldn't have enough to afford your groceries. Some of your clothes, specifically underwear, going missing. Your phone being in the other room when you woke up. Waking up with different pyjama bottoms on.
As it got worse, you found yourself confiding in your friend. Well, a little more than a friend, but the two of you had never labelled it. The two of you sat in the corner of a local cafe, coffee warming up your hands. It was a cool autumn day, causing you to wrap up in a scarf and fluffy coat. This crimson coloured scarf had suddenly appeared in your closet, right when you needed it. It should have been wrong to wear something that had inexplicably appeared in your home, but it was cold, and what else were you to do?
"It's just getting weird. Even the leftovers in my fridge that were about to be mouldy are being thrown away. I see it in my garbage bag. And you know me, I don't even throw it out until it's literally gone blue."
Erin laughed, "You're quite careless. And disgusting." Yes, you were, but that wasn't the point!
"Shush. I'm actually worried here. I'm starting to think.. no.. no one can be breaking into my apartment every night, I'd wake up and hear them. God, I think I'm going mad." You mumbled, hand gripping tightly around the coffee mug. It reminded you of the time you'd left a cold cup of tea on the side, and had fallen asleep. When you woke up an hour later, the cup was hot, as if it had just been warmed up again.
"You've added another lock to your door, you don't even have a spare key for it. It's impossible for someone to break in. And you live on the top floor. Honey, you've been exhausted recently, it's not uncommon for people to get forgetful. You probably did those things while sleepy." Erin reassured you, placing a hand over yours.
You sighed deeply, downing the last drops of drink you had left, Erin doing the same. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's just.. strange."
ā€”
As you entered your apartment late at night, instead of throwing your keys carelessly on a table, you decided to tuck them in the nightstand by your bed. Just to be safe, even if it was just for your own peace of mind. You jumped into the shower, cracking open the window so the steam could be let out. You lived on the top floor of your block, no one could look in, which was always a good thing because your bathroom got very steamy, recently the ceiling paper even curling at the side from the condensation. Making a mental note to look up the prices for someone to redecorate.
You really needed a shower today, you and Erin had gotten a little.. excited earlier, and it always made you cringe not showering before bed after an evening of sex. Under the warm water, you hummed a song you'd had stuck in your head all day. It was a song you didn't even recognise, in fact you weren't even sure you'd heard it before. All you knew was that it was in a different language, and it was comforting.
Once clean, you felt overwhelmingly tired, it had been a long day, so you decided to go straight to bed after having your usual cup of camomile tea, with two spoons of sugar. Then you got into bed. Before you could doze off though, you decided to read for a bit, opening up your latest novel of your favourite author. It can't have been too exciting though, because you fell asleep before the first chapter was over.
When dawn broke, the early sun breaking through cracks in your window, you stirred, blinking a few times. Something felt strange, like every morning for the past few months. You felt a stickiness between your thighs, and your pyjama bottoms were definitely not the ones you fell asleep in. You stared down at the light blue shorts, eyebrows furrowed. Were you a sleepwalker? No, your past roommates would have told you. Maybe you'd had a really good dream and just forgotten it? Fuck, this was weird.
Deciding there was nothing you could really do about the situation, you got up, opting to take another shower to get rid of the icky feeling.
It was when you were munching on your chocolate flavoured cereal that you heard your phone ping. Automatically, you put your spoon down, picking up the device you so heavily relied upon. It was a text from an unknown number, causing you to frown. Opening it, you saw there was a picture attached to the text. And when you examined it, your blood ran cold.
It was a picture of you, naked in bed. Your body spread out, intimate area completely exposed.
"What the fuck?" You whispered, reading what had come with it.
Unknown number: Three orgasms in one night, that's your record so far.
You didn't know what to thinkā€” someone had.. touched you while you were asleep? They broke in and did this to you? You shivered in fear, your shaky hands typing out a response before you could even think about what the police would say if you went to them; to not engage with a dangerous person.
You: Who the fuck is this?
There was no reply. Not when you left for work, not when you arrived home in the evening.
You were rigid with fear. A sensible person would have called the police, or at least called someone like Erin, asked to stay over, but you just couldn't. Every time you were about to dial a number, something inside you made you stop. You couldn't explain it.
So here you were, sat bolt upright on your couch. It was around eleven, and your eyes were growing heavy. Your camomile tea mug now empty, you blinked a few times, just aching to lay down and rest. No, you had to stay up! You had to see who had been breaking into your home. But.. you were so tired, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over you. Your eyes closed slowly, slumping down and falling into a deep sleep.
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The next morning the first thing you did was check your phone, seeing if the stranger had replied, and they had. Two images attached to a message. And what you saw horrified you. The first picture, one of you in bed, with a.. strap-on, buried inside you. It made you feel sick, that someone had done this to you unwillingly. Though the expression on your face, clearly asleep but pleasure in your features. You could even see your own arousal dripping down the toy.
The second image quite literally made you throw up, You ran to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl as the picture burned in your mind. It had been someone laying on a floor, covered in blood, a knife wedged in their chest.
You had to go to the police. There was no choice now. For some reason, you looked back at the picture, and your mouth dropped open. That someone was a familiar.
It was Erin.
You just knew, it was her jacket, her brown eyes wide open in fear, her blue dyed hair drenched in her own blood. It caused you to throw up again.
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"Iā€”I think my best friend has been murdered."
You whispered in a shaky voice to a police officer who had sat you down in a cold grey room. After seeing what you'd been sent, not even reading the message that had come with it, you rushed down to the local police station, practically screaming for someone to talk to.
"Why do you suspect this?" He asked in a gruff voice. He didn't seem to be all that serious about the situation, upsetting you even further.
"I've got pictures! And texts!" Your fingers fumbled around your pocket to retrieve your phone, opening your messages app.
It wasn't there.
"So?" The officer prompted, clearly unimpressed.
"It was.. it was right here.." You mumbled, opening every contact you had in case it had magically gotten messed up.
But no, the messages had vanished.
"Look, lady, I think you should go home and get some rest. You look tired. Our minds make things up when we're lacking sleep."
"Butā€”"
"Listen, if something happens, come back in. But for now, you're making empty claims."
Hanging your head down dejectedly, you fought back tears. You knew Erin was dead. You just knew it.
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Tonight you weren't going to fall asleep. Just to make sure, you downed two mugs of strong coffee instead of your tea. You hated it, but you couldn't risk falling asleep. The intruderā€” the murderer, was going to break in, you were sure.
The time ticked on. Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, one o'clock..
Until your phone buzzed. Dread washed over you. There was no one else who would be making your phone light up at this time of night.
Unknown number: How am I meant to enjoy you when you don't have your tea? You look so pretty when you sleep.
This confused you. Why would they be concerned about what beverage you were drinking? You typed out a response quickly.
You: I'm not scared of you.
It was a stupid thing to say, you knew that really. But the only thing you could think of was to pretend you weren't scared. Maybe that would make them bored and leave you alone. All you could think about what Erin's lifeless body. The blood, god.. all that blood..
Unknown number: See you soon, sweetheart.
Your eyes widened in horror; what the fuck did that mean? This person was on their way? Sickness rose up in your throat, and you ran to your kitchen, grabbing the first sharp object you could findā€” a medium sized kitchen knife. You clutched it to your chest, running to your bedroom, locking the door and panting heavily. You considered pushing some furniture against the door, but you knew you needed to call the police. Then you realised you'd left your phone in the kitchen.
Fuck! Fuck!
You had put yourself in the worst position possible. But before you could panic over that, you felt a gust of cold air. You frowned, turning around to see the window wide open. You definitely hadn't left it like that before, but it was also impossible for anyone else to have opened it. You lived on the top floor for Christ's sake!
Not knowing what to do first; close the window, get your phone, block the door, or just curl up in a ball and hope it would all just go away. You opted for grabbing your phone. If you could call the police, they'd be on their way, hopefully before your stalker could arrive.
Cautiously unlocking the bedroom door, you stepped out into the hallway. The lights that had previously been on, were off, leaving the whole apartment pitch black apart from the moon shining through the windows and the bedroom light.
Your steps were slow, ears straining to hear anything, but there was silence. The only sound heard was the hammering of your heart in your chest.
Until the silence was broken.
"Seeing you awake is strange. But exciting nonetheless."
The voice came from right behind you. Spinning around in horror, you finally came face to face with the person who had been tormenting you.
"Tormenting? That's a bit harsh, sweetheart."
The woman was dressed in all black, a hood covering most of her face. Light from the bedroom accentuated her figure, but more importantly, the silhouette of a knife and a cloth in her hands.
"Wā€”who are you?" It was an attempt at a shout, maybe to attract the attention of the apartment below you, but your voice could barely manage a squeak.
"I've told you before, baby. You're a forgetful thing when you're asleep, mhm?" She stepped forward, causing you to take a step back.
"You've been taking advantage of me! You've been breaking into my home! You killed.. Erin!" You whispered, backing up against the wall. You had no where to go. You were most likely to die, just like Erin.
"Sweet girl, I'm not going to kill you. I could never hurt you." The woman's voice was almost softer as she approached you, only two feet away now. Was she reading your mind?
"But you killed my friend." The images of Erin's body filled your mind, and how you were going to end up just like her.
"Your 'friend'? Please, she was begging for her own life, not for you to be safe." She let out a cold laugh. "It was so satisfying, the sound of my blade tearing through her flesh and tissue." It almost sounded like she'd gotten pleasure from it
Finally, you got some sense and energy into you as she expressed her fucked up feelings. You let out a shattering scream, "HELP! HELP!"
The woman sighed in disappointment. It took her less than a second to raise the cloth up to your face, covering your nose and mouth. The smell of chemicals was overwhelming. You fought against it, until you couldn't anymore. Body falling limp to the ground.
ā€”
The noise that woke you up was the sound of a squeaking. Your eyes wouldn't open, wondering what was going on. You then felt something inside you, a pressure building up in your lower stomach. Whatā€”
Finally, your vision became clearer. You blinked a few times, looking around you. The scene became pretty clear.
The woman was in between your legs, a strap-on buried inside you, just like that photo. The squeaking was the bed as she thrusted into you.
You should have screamed, but the pressure in your abdomen was too intense. You let out a whine, trying to move your tired body, but it was useless. You didn't even want to stop it, it felt too.. good.
"You're awake." She stated, a slight pant in her voice. Her hood was down now, revealing her auburn wavy hair, pale skin and deep green eyes.
"Let me.." You trailed off, because you didn't know whether to say 'go' or 'come'.
She let out a chuckle, holding your hips firmly as she thrusted into you. The feeling was delicious. Something about the fact your body was sleepy, heavy, while being fucked by a woman so dangerous..
No! Why are you thinking like this? It almost felt like your thoughts weren't yours anymore. Were you going insane?
The woman grunted, wet noises filling the room, making it very apparent that your body did not hate this at all. "You can come for me, it'll be your third."
Your third? You couldn't even bring yourself to ask about it, your body just trembled, a pending orgasm taking over, making you whimper in delight.
"Fuck!"
Tears filled your eyes from the sheer pleasure, and the fact that you should have hated this. You were filled with so much shame and guilt. This was the person who had killed your best friend, who'd stripped you of your dignity.
"Shh, darling, you don't have to feel guilty. You're allowed to feel pleasure. And your friend, well, she was just in the way."
Her twisted words made you feel sick again, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because the woman's hand suddenly reached down and started to circle your clit while simultaneously thrusting into you. A loud groan escaped your throat, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.
"You're going to beat your record, four times will be an achievement." Her accented voice was hot and heavy, turning you on even more.
"Iā€” mhm!" You tried to speak, but you didn't know what to say.
"Let go, detka, show me how good I make you feel." She gripped your waist with her spare hand, red manicured nails digging into your skin.
Without warning, you came hard, spilling all over the strap. The woman moaned, slowing down her thrusts and eventually pulling out, leaving you unbearably empty. She slipped the strap off and went to straddle you, leaning her head down to kiss your neck. You felt utter bliss, forgetting how incredibly fucked up and sick this was.
"Seeing as this is the first time we've met while you've been conscious, I'll introduce myself. I'm Wanda." She giggled, as if nothing had just happened, and had been happening for months. Your head spun, recognising that name somehow, as if it had been spoken in your dreams.
"Relax now, sweet thing. I'll be here when you wake up." Wanda said softly, lying beside you, wrapping the duvet around your naked body. Her arm laid loosely across your stomach, hearing her breathing slow down to something calmer than before.
You didn't say anything, too busy feeling a wave of satisfaction, as awful as that sounded. It was like your mind was used to this, and that it was something you'd always wanted.
The last thing you remembered was a soft lullaby, in a language you didn't recognise. You'd heard it before, in your dreams. And it brought you great comfort.
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Tags: @rezwrites @hatdog96 @ion-news @esposadejoyhuerta @moimmmm @grimlygoblin @lizziesflower @yandereloverb312 @beggingonmykneesforher
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nastybuckybarnes Ā· 19 days ago
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Clumsy Corporals
Pairing: Ghost x Reader
Summary: Someone takes a tumble in Ghost's bathroom, leaving him to clean up the mess.
Warnings: Angst, attempted assault, language, violence, injuries, fluff, murder(?), Nudity,
Word Count: 2.2K
A/n: fun fact - this is the first instalment for Ghost and Mouse that I ever wrote, and everything else kinda fell into place around this which I think is beautiful
A/n2: Posting this cause I feel like I just wanna escape reality a lot now and maybe some of you do too.
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"Johnny told me you didn't join 'em for dinner again," Ghost says after closing the door to his quarters.
He can hear the shower running and shakes his head, following the sound and pushing open the ajar door.
"How are they supposed to warm up to you if..." the words die on his tongue almost comically as he takes in the scene before him.
You're curled up in a ball on the bathroom counter, bloodied hands clutching a towel tightly around what appears to be your naked body.
On the ground is Corporal Jacobs, a knife through the underside of his chin and a pool of blood around his head.
His lifeless eyes are open, and your eyes are focused on his body as if waiting for him to get up, to move, to attack.
Ghost surveys the scene quickly, taking in the marks around your neck, the blood on your hairline, and the cut on your cheek.
"What happened?"
He doesn't need to ask, but he does anyway.
Your bottom lip quivers, and for a moment he's not sure if you even heard him. You don't flinch, your breathing doesn't change, and you don't lift your eyes from the corpse on the ground.
"Mouse. Eyes on me."
Your gaze finally snaps to his and you suck in a sharp breath as if realizing his presence for the first time.
He inspects your face once more, swallowing his rage when he sees the bruise blooming by your eye.
"What happened here?" He nods to the body on the ground.
You follow his gaze and he watches intently as your fists tighten and you swallow hard. Your lip quivers so fast it nearly vibrates, but you take a deep breath and eventually speak.
"He fell."
He thinks he's misheard you at first, glancing between the dead man and you.
He kneels down and grabs hold of the hilt of the knife stuck under the man's chin. A knife that Ghost distinctly remembers you taking from him a long while ago.
"He fell?" He asks, tilting the dead man's head to the side and grinding his teeth together at the claw marks on the side of his face.
You put up quite the fight. He'd be proud if he wasn't so filled with fury.
You slowly lift your eyes to his and his stone heart cracks a bit at the unshed tears he sees.
"Yes," you whisper.
He watches you for a breath longer then nods slowly, looking back down to the mess on the bathroom floor.
"Looks like he took quite the tumble, hmm? Silly prick, s'what you get for running with knives."
A weight lifts slightly off of your shoulders and you nod, wiping a tear off of your cheek with a bloody hand, leaving a mess in your wake.
"Now, did he fall before or after your shower?"
You swallow hard before answering, shaking your head as if trying to get rid of the memory of what happened.
"Before." Your voice is so quiet, quieter than usual, and he finds himself straining to hear you.
He pieces together all that he can with what's before him, and quickly comes up with a plan.
"It's late, little one. How's about you finish your shower, and-"
"No!"
He's taken aback by the force of your words, the ferocity of them. The terror in your eyes is twice as surprising.
"No shower?" He clarifies, glancing at the running water, no doubt cold by now.
You shake your head, confirming his words, and he nods his understanding.
Slowly, he stands up and turns the water off, then takes a step toward you.
"New plan. You sit right here, and I stay with you. I'll call Price and Johnny to come clean this up. How's that sound?" He asks, his eyes locked on yours.
You think about it for a long moment then slowly nod, leaning into his hand when he pushes some of your hair back.
A soft sigh leaves his lips and he leans forward, placing a soft kiss to your hairline before stepping back to send a quick generic text to the two men he trusts most.
Pipe burst in my quarters. Get here now.
It takes a minute and a half for Price to get there, two minutes for Soap.
"I'm gonna go meet them at the door, Mouse, but I won't be out of eyeshot, okay? Keep your eyes on me the whole time. That's an order."
You nod carefully, your eyes never leaving his as he takes calculated steps backward out of the bathroom to meet the other men at the door.
"What's going on, Lt?" Soap's gruff voice asks quietly.
The huge man takes a slow step back, allowing the two into his room.
Each man does a sweep of the room, their eyes finally landing on the bathroom and the bloody scene within.
"Fuckin' hell," Soap murmurs, rubbing his jaw.
"What happened?" Price asks quietly, looking at you skeptically.
Your eyes, however, are still locked onto Ghost's.
Ghost gives you a gentle nod then glances over at his teammates, his friends.
"He fell."
"What the bloody hell was he doin' in 'ere in the first place?" Soap asks, slowly walking toward the bathroom to inspect.
His eyes take you in, take in the blood on your hands, the bruising wrapping like a necklace around your neck.
"I think I have an idea," is Ghost's grunted reply.
Your eyes are on the Scot as he steps into the bathroom. Your breath hitches and you scoot back on the counter the tiniest bit.
"Easy, Mouse. Johnny's just gonna help clean up. You can trust him, remember?"
Soap looks up at you and gives you a gentle smile, his own anger rising when he sees more of the damage on your soft face.
"You've saved my arse. More than once, I imagine. S'only fair I help clean up after the poor man's fall," he says gently.
You watch him for a long while then slowly nod, sniffling then wiping your face against your arm, only to hiss at the unexpected pain.
"Why don't you let the Lieutenant get you patched up, sweetheart, hmm? Let Soap and I deal with this?" Price offers, stepping into the doorway.
You look between the three of them then nod again, watching in awe as they move like a well-oiled machine.
Soap takes a step further into the bathroom and Price steps out of it, making way for Ghost to walk in and carefully scoop you up in his arms.
He carries you from the bathroom and sits you down on his desk, turning his back for just long enough to grab a first aid kit.
Price and Soap immediately get to work in the bathroom as Ghost gets to work tending to your -visible- wounds.
He starts with your face, spraying a gentle antiseptic onto the cut on your cheek.
Your eyes stay focused on his as he works, and every now and then he meets your gaze.
The bathroom door opens but you don't look away from Ghost as Price and Soap shuffle by.
Ghost, however, takes a pause and shoots a glance over his shoulder.
"Dump 'im outside. I'll do the rest."
They don't question him.
The only thing allowing him to keep a level head right now is the promise of chopping that pathetic piece of shit's body up into a thousand unrecognizable pieces and feeding him to the stray dogs in the city.
But he needs to make sure you're taken care of, first.
"When we're done here, Johnny will get you a snack while I take care of... our friend. Okay?" Though it's posed like a question, you know he's telling you what's happening and leaving little room to argue.
The door shuts with a soft click, leaving the two of you alone.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asks, scooting back to inspect you as much as he can.
You swallow hard and glance down, shrugging.
"I know you don't want to, but I think you should shower. I'll be right outside the door, won't let anyone in. I swear."
You look at him with wide eyes and shake your head.
"Come with me?" You finally ask, looking toward the bathroom as if it's where nightmares spawn.
For you, it is.
His brows draw together.
"You want me to sit in there with you?"
You shake your head again.
"In the water... please?"
Realization dawns on him and he's not too sure how to feel.
"You want me to shower with you?"
You nod, dainty fingers sliding over his wrist almost absentmindedly.
He doesn't have the heart to refuse you. To tell you that the shower is hardly big enough to fit him comfortably, let alone the both of you.
Instead, he just nods and helps you to your feet.
He's gentle with you, alarmingly so, as he helps you into the -now clean- bathroom, locking the door and turning the shower on.
You lean against the counter, towel held tightly around your body as he undresses swiftly.
When he's naked, he reaches a hand out to you and waits patiently for you to drop your towel, then steadies you as you step into the shower.
You barely made it this far before Corporal Jacobs-
Your thoughts are cut off by Simon stepping into the shower behind you, big warm hand holding your hip gently.
His chest presses against your back, the tiny shower even tinier now that it accommodates two.
"You okay, pretty mouse?" He asks, arms winding around your waist.
You shrug, leaning into him for a moment before slowly turning around to look up at him.
His eyes find yours, reading you, hearing the words you don't have the strength to say out loud, and then he's pressing his forehead against yours.
"You did good, little one. M'proud of you. Next time let me kill him, though. Poor bastard got off too easy, thinkin' he can go around n' touch what's mine. 'sides, don't need any blood on your pretty hands."
Your lip quivers and you tug your head away to lean it against his chest.
"Was scared," you whisper after a moment.
"Yeah, I bet."
"Of you," you add after a moment, not lifting your head even when you feel him stiffen.
"Why?" He finally asks, the fingers of his right hand trailing up and down your spine.
"Thought you... would not listen. Would think it was me."
His hand snakes up your back to grab your hair, tugging your head back gently and forcing you to look up at him.
His face is bare for your viewing pleasure, the steam the only thing between the two of you.
"Do you understand how much you mean to me? 've killed for you, love. 'n I'd do it again in a heartbeat, without question."
A silent tear slips down your cheek and is quickly lost in the humidity of the bathroom.
No more words are spoken for the rest of the shower.
He helps you gently wash your hair and your body, taking note of every scratch and bruise that wasn't there when he left you this morning.
Every new mark on your soft supple skin is another piece he's going to be cutting Jacob's body into, and he cannot wait.
But he needs to take care of his Mouse first.
When your fingers start to prune and the water is running a little cold, Simon helps you out of the shower and wraps a towel around you tightly.
He ushers you out of the bathroom, sitting you on the bed while he dries himself and tugs on some clothes.
After that, his focus is entirely on you. He dries you off gently, his eyes focused on yours the entire time, and you can't help but melt into his touch.
He helps you into one of his shirts then slides a pair of socks onto your feet.
"Do you want some water?" He asks quietly, his warm hands on your bare knees.
You shake your head, reaching forward and sliding your fingers over his thick shoulders.
"Want you. Stay."
He obeys, climbing into bed with you.
You curl up against him, nuzzling your head under his chin and taking deep comforting breaths of his scent.
He holds you against him until you fall asleep, moving only when his phone vibrates from its spot on the ground beside the bed.
Reaching for it slowly, careful not to move you too much, he scoops it up off the ground and reads the message quickly.
He sets his phone down and gingerly rolls you out of his arms, tucking you in tightly and then silently getting dressed.
He shoots you one last look once he's all dressed and ready, then slips out the door, shutting it tightly behind himself.
Soap stands outside the door, silently nodding to his Lieutenant, then turning his back to the door - keeping guard.
No words are spoken as the skull-faced man heads out to the coordinates on his phone. No questions are asked when he returns hours later with his sweater and gloves discarded and the faint smell of fire in his hair.
And when you wake up and start asking questions, he's sure to kiss them away and reassure you that you're safe. That Corporal Jacobs will never lift a finger to harm you again.
How can he? All ten are chopped off and sprinkled in different parts of the city.
Let that be a lesson to the next idiot who tries to harm his sweet little Mouse.
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fairlyang Ā· 1 month ago
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Luckyāš”ļøšŸŗ
imagine letting your boyfriends convince you to entertain one of their sick fantasies
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w/c: 3K
pairing: ghostfaces!wadewilson&loganhowlett x gf!reader
tags: 18+ smut. a polycule, theyā€™re both perverted AF, ghostface roleplay, hide n seek, predator & prey play, fear play, pain kink x2, knife play, stabbing them (bc they can regen), they asked for it n loveeee it, reallyyy getting into character, murder mention, teasing, dirty talk, stroking, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex (?), doggy, missionary, two creampies
a/n: itā€™s october ofc i had to do a ghostface fic šŸ¤žšŸ¼bro it was meant to be a rambleā€¦. and oml iā€™m so tired
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it didnā€™t come as much of a surprise to you that your boyfriends both had a pain kink, it was something so obvious to anyone eyes.Ā 
what was a surprise to you was the fact that the first time you properly dive into their kink and not just barely grazing them with a knife like you sometimes did, they wanted to do it in ghostface attire.
you instantly assumed it was wadeā€™s idea, because why wouldnā€™t it be? but apparently after you were all watching the original scream movie recently, they had the brilliant idea at the same time and knew you had to be their sidney prescott.Ā 
wade was so committed, he ended up renting the iconic house for the whole weekend. logan thought that was a bit of an exaggeration but once wade handed you a buck 120 knife, he said it only made sense.
this was going to go as a game of cat and mouse or in simpler terms, hide and seek. you'll all be leaning into the roleplay so there will be a sense of horror but also making sure it's horny. so you'd be their helpless victim that'll pretend to not love the whole ordeal but as soon as their hands are on you, you'll fold.
and since they want to play into their pain kink, you'd have to try to give them a little stab each before getting to the sex.
so now you were hidden beneath the bed in the master bedroom while you heard the loud sounds of them clearing the bottom floor. they had given you a minute to pick a hiding place and you didn't really want it to take long.
you'd be lying if you said this idea didn't turn you on because one check of your panties and there would lay the real answer. there was just something about your boyfriends pretending to hunt you down and knowing damn well they were checking every crevice while having raging boners.
and they say romance is dead.
you held your knife in hand, absolutely ready to use it and feeling your heart start to race. your breathing was as quiet as it could be but with the silence from the room, it felt like they'd be able to hear it so easily.Ā 
you could hear them opening and closing doors fast, sensing that they also didn't have too much patience like they thought they would.Ā 
suddenly you heard their loud footsteps coming up the stairs and you held your breath as they made their way up. your heart was beating faster now, a small feeling of terror creeping up on you as you heard them split up. one of them immediately went up the small staircase to enter the room you were in, which makes sense since it was the first room close to the staircase but it didn't make you feel any less scared.
he walked in slowly, taking a quick scan of the mini living room to the right side of the room and not seeing you so he then made his way around the bed to go to the bathroom. he quickly came out because there was nowhere to hide in there and suddenly his footsteps left the room. you could barely hear him leave through the second door near the bathroom which just led to another living room area with a reading nook.
you let out a breath you were holding and feel your heartbeat become steady as you heard them both on the other side of that floor. there was a quick thought of slipping out of the room to find a new hiding place just for fun but you realized they'd just be even more impatient if they had to double check each floor again since the house was decently big.
you heard their movements become faster, more frantic as if making it more realistic on purpose. then it was just silence.Ā 
the silence only made this more freightening and it was a tiny bit scary. you breathed as quietly as you could, not wanting to alert them whatsoever then coming to the slow realization that that they both have amazing fucking hearing.
uh oh.
before you could even think of doing anything, your legs were grabbed and you were dragged out from under the bed while you started kicking and wiggling, "lookie who just remembered we have superpowers." wade's voice teased, making you groan.
you rolled on to your back, now facing them and quickly stabbed the one who wasn't holding on to your legs. you heard a grunt from underneath the mask and you pulled the knife out only for a moan to come out this time.Ā 
you held in a laugh and were about to stab him again when the second one got on top of you and held your arms above your head. he grabbed the knife and handed it to the first one, who just toyed with it in his hands. ā€œyou really gotta love the original, donā€™t ya cupcake? i mean where else would we get such a good idea for murder?ā€ wade said and your heart dropped.Ā 
you knew this was all just a part of it but shit did it sound so fucking real. well you might as well you play their little game.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re fucking crazy you know that?ā€ you spit and try to get him off.Ā 
but it was to no use, he was much bigger than you and made sure to straddle your lap. nearly looked like he was about to give you the lap dance of a lifetime, which you wouldnā€™t put past him on doing.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t call us that baby, it hurts.ā€ wade complains, putting a hand to his heart and you could just tell he was pouting underneath the mask.Ā 
ā€œand you perfectly went on with it, pretty girl.ā€ logan teases, making you turn to look at him.Ā 
you tried to lift your leg up to hit wade in the balls but you didnā€™t move an inch, you groaned in frustration and continued trying to fight him off, ā€œyou sick fucks shouldnā€™t have watched that fucking movie.ā€ you spit and logan suddenly pulls a fast one and stabs wade in his side.Ā 
he groans and lets your hands go just to start fake crying in his hands while logan says the infamous line, ā€œnow, baby, donā€™t blame the movies. movies donā€™t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.ā€
he pulls the knife out of wade earning himself a moan as the blood seeped through the robe. the wound was a bit deep so it would take a little while to heal itself. ā€œoh you son of a bitch- i knew you would try to be billy!! itā€™s not fair!!!ā€ he whined and smacked the knife right out of his hands, quickly grabbing it.Ā 
he pointed it at loganā€™s mask then trailed it down his body while looking down. ā€œon another note, i think weā€™re gonna have to do this to you tomorrow, hot stuff.ā€ he murmurs, making logan smirk under his mask.Ā 
catching them both off guard, you snatch your knife right back and slice across wadeā€™s chest. he gasped and shook his head, ā€œnot nice to do that princess, come on nowā€¦ā€Ā 
you shrugged and now wanting to get to the real fun stuff, you bring your empty hand to his thigh. he looks down at your hand then back up at your face then repeats two more times while you slowly bring your hand up higher each time. your hand landed on his hard on and you hum, "huh.. what's this?"Ā 
he shrugged and lifted the robe up to reveal his pants, "come find out?"Ā 
you eagerly nodded as he got off your lap so fast and even pulled you up before logan picked you up and threw you onto the bed. you quickly laid down on your stomach and got as close to the edge as possible while they both lifted the black robes up and over their bodies. you ogled at both their torsos while they threw them on the floor, now shirtless and with their tight fitting pants begging for an escape.
you licked your lips and weren't sure where to begin but they decided to be kind enough to help you by both taking their pants off. you whistled at the sight, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. "i sure am lucky huh?" you mumbled making logan chuckle, "that you are sweetheart.."Ā 
"i think we're all lucky to be fair.. i mean not everyone is down to be fake hunted for funā€¦" wade murmurs as he fully slides his pants down.Ā 
"or down to be stabbedā€¦" you joke and he snorts, "thatta girl, see! be grateful you have two immortal boyfriends."
logan rolls his eyes and brings his hand to your head, pulling you close to his cock, "c'mon let's get to it."
"hey patience is key baby.." you mumble and bring your right hand up. making them remember you still had the knife.Ā 
he wasn't nervous, didn't even budge.Ā 
instead he watched you intently and carefully while you brought it up and down his thighs, the tip only barely grazing his skin. you trailed up higher, going around his pubic bone and just going back and forth. you pressed a little more so the tiniest bit of blood came out but the wound quickly disappeared before your eyes. meanwhile his cock was twitching and precum was oozing down. you pulled the knife away and looked over at wade's and his was the exact same, "you guys are kinda sickā€¦" you mumble making them both groan.
"says the one doing it." wade retorts and you shrug.Ā 
you let go of the knife and put it off to the side while grabbing a cock in each hand, them standing right next to each other was a major help. you spit on logan's then do the same to wade's while waiting for the saliva to go down to your knuckles before stroking them at the same time.Ā Ā 
they both moan, making you smile as you look up to watch both their reactions. logan was looking at you through the tiny holes in the mask while wade's head was hung back in bliss. you started stroking them faster, listening to the amazing sounds they were both letting out.
it was music to your ears.
Ā "just like that baby." logan purred, mesmerized by the view.
"oh fuck- god really is a woman." wade moaned out, making you do a double take before shaking it off.Ā 
you continued your pace for a few minutes before you started to slow down then suddenly kept going again. just to keep them on their toes.Ā 
they were getting grumpy and annoyed, too fast for your liking but they were needy so what can you really do?Ā 
you knew that if you took one in your mouth it would only be a matter of time before you heard complaints from the other one so you had to stick with just your hands. at least that was until they suddenly flipped the switch on you.
wade smacked your hands away from them and before you even got a chance to say anything, logan manhandled you and made you do a 180 then flipped you over, spreading your legs apart in front of them. they both got on their knees, finally taking their masks off to reveal your boyfriends' handsome faces while they ogled at your dripping pussy.Ā 
logan lifted your skirt up and let it drape over your stomach while wade pulled your already soaked panties to the side, "whose the sick fuck now?" wade mocked before taking his gloves off then throwing them behind him.Ā 
you rolled your eyes at him while logan also took his gloves off and then immediately slid a finger inside you with no warning, "fuck!"
he slammed it as deep as he could go while wade watched in awe. the way your walls were just sucking his whole finger up just made him want to fuck you already. he should be excited this was happening at all and really take it in, maybe take his time, relish the moment but he couldn't help it. it was taking so much in him to not just fuck you like he needed.Ā 
he had a feeling logan was on the same boat but knew they had to give you a bit of pleasure before fucking you. it was only a shame because he was so impatient now more than ever.
fortunately for him, he and logan were sharing a brain cell and he pulled his finger out, "sorry baby, we're too impatient.."
wade cheered and quickly got up before taking initiative and manhandling you to flip you onto your stomach then putting you in doggy. he made sure your ass was out and your back perfectly arched before taking his position behind you while logan sat down in front of you.
he looked down at his dick and you grabbed it, taking it into your mouth and going down because there was no point in waiting around. wade slipped inside you, letting you adjust for a solid minute before he started moving.
he started pulling out then thrusting back inside as deeply as he could while you moaned around loganā€™s cock. he was moaning right along with you while he watched the scene in front of him unfold.
you just looked too good sucking him off while getting fucked and wade looked too good losing his fucking mind fucking you.
ā€œfucking shit baby- you feel so good-ā€œ wade moans and grips onto your hips with his hands, watching your ass bounce and recoil with every thrust.
you whimpered and felt logan twitch in your mouth as you took as much of him as you could without accidentally choking because wade was going hard. he now started smacking your ass, feeling each cheek grow warm fast, ā€œtaking it so well sweet pea- so proud of you..ā€ he murmured and you clenched against him.
he moaned and started going faster, having full faith that youā€™d empty his balls in no time.
you pull away from logan and feel a string of saliva come from your lips to his tip as you took a deep breath, ā€œmmm there you go.. take that cock baby.ā€ he murmurs and cups your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb to your cheek.
your eyes were glossy. so pretty and fucked out already even though it wasnā€™t that long.
ā€œbaby please-ā€œ you pleaded and gripped into loganā€™s thighs, digging your nails into the skin.
ā€œwhat do you need, sugar? donā€™t be shy now.ā€ wade teased with broken breaths.
you didnā€™t even know what you were begging for, just desperate to cum because all that playing around had you feeling more insatiable than usual. then it popped into your head.
ā€œcum inside me please.ā€ you moaned and wade groaned.
he looked straight ahead and was barely able to looking at himself in the mirror fucking you. he chuckled then lowered himself down until his chest was pressed against your back, ā€œwhatever you want baby- fuck- gonna take two loads tonight?ā€
you whimpered and nodded your head yes while his thrusts became sloppier and he felt that knot in his belly tightening. he moved a hand over and down to your neck, wrapping his hand around it and lightly squeezing, ā€œmmm look at yourself in the mirror babyā€¦ think i just found the prettiest of them all.ā€
you grin and look into his eyes through the mirror which was just the thing to push him right over the edge. he spilled his load inside you, letting go of your neck as he made sure you received every earned drop.
you caught your breath and laid your head onto loganā€™s lap while wade let out his final moans and slowly started to slip of you. right at that moment logan quickly stood up and took wadeā€™s place, sliding inside you before any of his cum slipped out.
he moaned as soon as your walls entrapped him, feeling wadeā€™s load as he thrusted hard, ā€œfuck- oh my fucking god baby-ā€œ
you whimpered and now laid your head against wadeā€™s lap. that was until logan flipped you over once against and now you were on your back with your legs spread as much as you could while he began pounding into you mercilessly.
you were a mess, eyes fucked, body warm, legs shaking while logan moaned out for you, gripping the back of your thighs while he watched your tits bounce.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he quickly looked back at you just to grope and squeeze your tits. he kept his hard and deep thrusts at an all time high, already feeling that you were getting close.
your legs started to shake and it was like he was able to feel your pussy pulsate against him. it felt amazing feeling you tightening around him like a vice, it was a feeling he could never truly get use to but would love to feel for the rest of his life.
you were letting out sweet moans of his name as he felt his own orgasm build in his stomach, ā€œthatā€™s a good girl- f-fuck yeah baby, cum with me-ā€œ
you whimpered and reached down to your tits and entertwine your fingers with his. ā€œcum inside me too baby- need it so bad.ā€ you whined with a little pout.
with one final look at your face, he did so. he groaned as he came inside you and making sure you were filled to the fucking brim because itā€™s what you deserve. you shut your eyes and feel your body shake when your orgasm hits you hard while he slows down.
with a few slow strokes, you rode out your highs and he slowly started to pull out of you. you didnā€™t even notice wade had been on standby next to logan with a towel to help clean up the mess.
yeah you were definitely the lucky one in this relationship.
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the-screams-of-the-damned Ā· 17 days ago
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Noises In The Night
Posting for the @6esiree writing contest, written for a whole work on wattpad. In this story, the reader is Alastor's assistant at the radio station and a close family friend. Alastor has agreed to help you clear out your father's cabin about a year after his mysterious murder.
Warnings: Alastor is kind of a perv, slight somnophilia, questionable intentions, innocent reader, mentions of murder, no real penetration (sorry)
Promises: obsessive Alastor, human Alastor, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling
"I'll sleep on the couch," Alastor declared as he took the empty bowl from in front of you.
"Are you sure? I don't mind," you protest. You stood, pushing in your chair.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I've slept on the couch before," he assures you. He places a large hand on your shoulder, smile glistening in the lamp light.
You nod. "Okay."
He moves over to the couch, digging through his bag to find his pajamas. Yours are at the top of your bag. A cream colored nightgown with lace at the top and around the hem. You'd never admit that you'd packed it just for Alastor to see.
"Would you like me to step outside while you change?" He offers.
It hadn't even occurred to you that you'd be changing in the same room with him. You were positively pink at the thought. You could feel your insides stir at the image of him watching you change. A purely sinful thought.
"No!" Too quick of a response, far too quick. "I mean - I don't mind being in the same room. Do you?" You never met his eyes. A sorry attempt to hide what was happening in your mind.
"I don't.
Alastor tried to be a gentleman. He really did. He turned to face away from you as he undid the buttons on his shirt, trying to think of anything but you. He just couldn't help himself. The image of you was too tempting. He praised anything listening that you were turned away when he looked over his shoulder. Oh, how perfect you looked. He bit the inside of his lip as your skirt slipped down your legs. With all the subtlety he could muster, he began to memorize the details of your rear and legs that were now exposed to him. He pulled his pajama shirt over his shoulders and was forced to look away to button it. As he unbuttoned his trousers, he cursed himself for being such a pervert.
Your body itself didn't excite him quite enough. No, his own thoughts had created the erection that tried desperately to spring free. The thought of you giving yourself to him was what did it. The image of you laying down on your back, legs open and welcoming for him. The ways he could please you. Would you let him? Would you let him know you in the most intimate ways? Would you do that for him? And if you knew about his more unconventional hobbies? Would you do it then? Would you let him stain your heavenly wings red with his sins?
He pulled his pajama bottoms up, quickly buttoning them. He turned just enough to see you. Had he turned a moment later, he would have missed the sight of your cotton nightgown falling over your features.
"Are you finished?" You asked, trying to calm your own racing heart. You didn't want to ask. You wanted to wheel around without warning and catch a glimpse of him half naked. Perhaps he would be flustered. Perfect skin dyed red by embarrassment at being caught. Perhaps he'd like it. Perhaps he'd laugh at how forward you were and take you right then and there.
"Yes, you can turn around," he answered. You shook yourself from your thoughts, ignoring the stickiness in your panties. You turned to him, seeing him sit down on the couch. "Are you ready for bed?"
You nod, sitting on the edge of the bed. He leans over, turning out the lamp on the coffee table. The room settles into darkness, and your eyes adjust to see his silhouette.
"Goodnight, Alastor."
"Goodnight, my dearest."
Alastor didn't sleep. In fact, he didn't even bother to take his glasses off. Instead, he listened to the rhythm of your breathing. He waited, eyes adjusting to the dark until it was almost like daylight to him. After maybe half an hour, he heard your breath slip into the slow and even rhythm of sleep.
He stood, walking over to your bed. He'd become skilled at sneaking around, holding himself so that his footsteps were nearly silent. He stared down at you, admiring the way the moonlight bounced off of your skin.
Slowly and cautiously, he reached out a hand. He let the pads of his fingers drag across your cheek, down to your lips. They were parted only a little. His fingers traced the outline of your jaw, neck, and collarbone. You were so trusting to sleep in the same room as him. So very trusting. Your trust went straight to his cock, sitting heavy against his leg. His hand moved almost on muscle memory from the center of your collar bone upwards. His palm was flat against the column of your throat, thumb, and fingers on either side.
He pulled his hand away, not trusting it to obey him. He placed it on your shoulder. The thin straps of your nightgown left it uncovered, and he was finally able to feel your skin under his fingers. He trailed his fingers down your side, keeping his hands over your blanket for fear of what they might do if he let them under. He stopped as he felt the soft tissue of your breast.
You stirred in your sleep, rolling onto your back and starting Alastor. In his shock, his stealth left abandoned him. His heel hit a creaky floorboard as he jumped to tear his hand away from you, and your eyes flew open.
He shook himself from his panic. You hadn't seen him touch you. He could play it off.
"Alastor?" You rubbed your eye and began to sit up.
"I'm sorry, dear. Did I wake you? I thought I heard a noise and came to investigate," he told you.
"Oh. I think I'm just a bit jumpy," you claimed. You looked up at him, face shrouded in shadow as the light hit his back. "Being out in the woods like this can be a bit scary."
He nods. "I understand."
You sat up fully, rubbing the skin on your arm. "Esspecially since, y'know, people have been going missing recently." It was then that Alastor sat down on the bed, allowing you to see the gentle yet unreadable expression on his face.
"I promise that you're very safe. I wouldn't let a single soul in the world lay a finger on you," he assures.
"Really? You'd protect me?" You leaned closer to him.
"Of course! I'd wrestle gators if it meant you were kept safe," he promises. Something deep in your chest wanted more than that. You weren't sure what. However, his words presented you an opportunity.
"Would you sleep with me? Just for tonight?" You gave him your best puppy dog eyes as you asked.
You heard him swallow before answering. Had you been too bold? "Would you feel safer that way?" You gave him an eager nod. There it was. That blind trust turned him ravenous. "Then, of course, I will."
You pull aside the blanket, wiggling closer to the wall. He slides in beside you, adjusting himself while his back is turned so that you can't feel his arousal. It's a bit of a tight squeeze, which provides an excellent excuse to burry your face in his neck. You feel a soft chuckle reverberate in his chest.
"Would you like to cuddle?" His voice is a whisper, met with a nod. He snakes an arm under you and around your back, bringing his hand to rest on your hip. You wrap your arms around his torso, smiling like a schoolgirl. The stiring in your gut returns, and you make a brash decision.
You lift your leg over his hip and relish the way his breath hitches. Your nightgown rides up towards your hips. He brings his hand to your leg, pulling you closer by the plush of your thigh. He couldn't stop himself from squeezing a little harder, making you wiggle in his hold. Then you felt it, the unmistakable hardness of a man's erection. It made your heart jump. Of course, you wouldn't have sex with him. You'd been resolute to save yourself for marriage. But no sex didn't mean no intimacy.
"Alastor." His body tensed at the sound of your voice.
"Yes, my dear?" His voice was breathy and deep.
"Have you ever done these sorts of things before?"
He let out a deep breath before answering. "Yes, I have. I suppose you haven't?" You shake your head against his neck. He leans away from you, bringing his hand from your thigh to your cheek. Your eyes meet his, only inches away from each other."We won't do anything you don't want or that you're not ready for, okay? We could stop here, and I would be just fine with that."
"Okay." You nodded and smiled as his hand wandered just below your jaw. You pushed forward just enough to brush your lips against his.
Alastor's fingers curled under your chin, pulling your face close to his again. He captured your lips properly this time. It started soft and gentle, pulling away for quick breaths as he tightened his fingers around your hip. His tongue pressed against your bottom lip, and you opened just enough for it to slip past your teeth and run along your own. His hand made its way to your hair, trying to close an imaginary distance. You let him explore your mouth, occasionally running your tongue along his and enjoying the taste.
You let your hand wander, running over the collar of his sleep shirt. Your fingers came to the top button, fiddling with it in an anxious manner. He finally pulled his mouth away from yours, using his thumb to catch the trail of saliva that connected your lips.
"Dearest -" his voice came between pants and was whispered for only your ears. "Tell me what you want," he commanded. "I'll provide, my dear. All you have to do is ask me." His hand came to grip yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.Ā 
Your mind struggles to put words to your desires. You have to close your eyes to say it. "Will you take your shirt off, please?" It came out a bit too formal for the situation, but Alastor was more than happy to oblige.
"Good girl." He took his hands away from you, making you whine softly against your will. You scooted back and watched as he sat up, hands making quick work of the buttons. With each button, the front slipped open more, exposing his chest and stomach in slow succession. The pale light caught the contours of his torso perfectly. He was lean with only the slightest outline of muscles. He was unsurprisingly well groomed, light hair over his chest and trailing down to his undercarriage.
As his sleeves slipped past his elbows, you reached a hand towards his chest. "May I?" You looked up at him, trying not to be embarrassed by how pathetically whorish you must seem.
"Of course, my dear. Come here." He patted his lap. You adjusted yourselves, letting him rest his back against the headboard as you straddled his lap.
You steadied yourself with a hand against his chest, nearly melting at the sensation. His skin was soft and warm under your fingers. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart underneath. He said he'd give you anything. Would he let you take his heartbeat? Would he give his life to you if you asked? Would he give you someone else's?
Alastor placed his hands on your hips, squeezing hard on either side. He pulled you flush against him, pressing your forehead to his. "Do you want to go further?" His breath ghosted over your lips, making your own get caught for a moment.
You had to think. How far did you want to go? You hadn't thought this far ahead. "Could you lead?" The request came out more like a whimper.
"Yes, I can. But you must promise me that you'll stop me if it becomes too much," he explains.
"I promise." You lean back and hold out your pinky finger. He laughs a bit before linking his with it.
Alastor places his hands on either side of your face, pulling you into another kiss. This one is more aggressive. His tongue seems to force its way between your lips as he pushes you further into him.
You bring your hands around his back, running your fingers along his spine and muscles. His tongue rubs against the roof of your mouth, causing a tickling sensation. His hands are warm, slight calluses along his palms. He brought them to your shoulders and then down your sides. He stops one hand at your waist, allowing the other to head down to your upper thigh. He pushes you down onto his lap fully, allowing you to feel his hard cock against your growing heat. His hand slowly moves to the hem of your nightgown, fiddling with the delicate lace.
He moves his lips from yours, pressing them against your cheek as he whispers. "Can I remove this?" You give him a mod without thinking. "I need words, my dear."
"Yes, sir." You hadn't meant to call him 'sir', but it felt natural. And you couldn't miss the way his cock twitched when you said it.
He brought his fingers to either side of you, gently pulling it up and over your hips. You lift your arms to make it easier, shivering as the cool night air hits your bare skin. Alastor leans back, looking down over your body.
Now, Alastor was no stranger to the female body. Between his various partners and burlesque shows, he'd seen his fair share of half-naked women. He never understood the excitement around them. Until now. Before now, he'd sat in judgment and superiority over the men who whistled at dancers and shouted marriage proposals at the end of a performance. But if you were up on that stage, topless in front of the crowd, he would become one of the many crazed men throwing themselves at your feet.
"This isn't an art gallery," you teased. Your discomfort added a hint of venom to your words. "You can touch me."
He chuckled for a moment before pulling your face to his once again. His chest pressed flush to yours. The warmth was all enveloping, wrapping itself around you and settling into every crevice of your bodies.
"If I touch you, my dear," he whispers. "I may never be able to stop."
"Then don't."
Alastor's smile seemed to spread even further. He brought his hand to your stomach, feeling the soft skin below his fingers. His hand trailed upward quickly, coming to cup your breast. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder. He squeezed the flesh in his palm, and you arch your chest further into his grasp. His free hand found your hip, slipping his pinky finger beneath the hem of your underwear.
You brought your hand to his hair, gripping it. You pressed your face into the top of his head, taking in his scent. As he slid his hand under your underwear to grip your rear, the vague smells of sweat and leather were utterly intoxicating. When he squeezed the fat of your ass, you instinctively pulled on his dark curls. The noise he released was strangled yet dripping in pleasure. You gave another experimental tug, earning another groan.
On the third tug, he finally spoke. "You're doing this on purpose now, aren't you?" His voice was breathy and spoken into your neck.
"And you're enjoying it," you mused. He dug his nails into your ass, making you yelp a little.
"Tread carefully, Doll."
Alastor began to trail his lips downward, leaving kisses as he went down your collar bone. The tightness in your core was becoming unbearable as he began to kiss over your breast. He licked over your sensitive nipple, enjoying the hardness against his tongue.
His own arousal had become excruciating. He finally brought the hand that wasn't firmly planted on your ass down under the waistline of his pants. He didn't miss the heat radiating from your core as he passed it. He loved it. He loved knowing how you enjoyed his touch. He took his throbbing cock into his hand, giving it a gentle stroke. You pulled on his hair at the same time, eliciting the loudest moan yet.
With that, Alastor had enough. The only noises he'd heard from you so far were giggles and little gasps. He wanted to make you scream. He pulled his hand from the flesh of your ass, teasing one finger over your covered heat.
"May I?" He spoke into your chest, running his finger from your clothed entrance to your sensitive clit. He gave a dark chuckle when you nodded. "Use your words, dear."
You gave a dry swallow. "Yes, please."
His slender fingers slipped below your panties, squeezing your clit between his fingers. Such a familiar yet foreign feeling. Sure, you'd explored on your own. You were used to the feeling of your own fingers along your clit or on occasion inside of you. How could the same action feel so much better when Alastor did it? He swirled the sensitive bud, loving the way your slick coated his fingers. You pressed your hips further into his hand. His concentration began to fault as he tried to please both of you.
He grazed the tip of his finger over your entrance. You let out a long whine at the feeling, making Alastor smile against your skin. He circled around your core a few times, teasing you. He finally frees himself from his pajama bottoms, allowing his cock to spring up against his stomach. He leans back against the headboard, trying desperately to keep his breathing even. You couldn't help but take in the sight.
His eyes were closed behind foggy glasses. His chest rose and fell with his labored breaths. The skin over his neck and chest was shiny with sweat. The faintest hint of abs showed across his stomach. And there it was for you. You'd never gotten a good look at one before, and here it was for your viewing. Caramel color that matched his chest, darkening along the bulbous head. Was that a normal size? It seemed a bit too large to be normal. Strong, slender fingers curled around the base, spreading some clear liquid over the length. It looked strangely... appetizing.
"AH!" You practically screamed when Alastor dipped his finger tip inside of you for a moment, cutting off your thoughts. You had to brace yourself against his chest as he laughed. "No fair," you muttered, meeting his eyes.
"I beg to differ," he mused. He leaned forward, kissing you on the tip of your nose. You tilted your head up, puckering your lips for him to kiss. He didn't hesitate to force his tongue between your lips.
You trailed your fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. He pressed his finger back into you, swallowing the moan that escaped you. You gripped his shoulder in an attempt to cope with the stretch. His fingers were longer than yours by quite a bit. So much deeper. You couldn't help but grind into his palm, gaining friction on your clit. He took the hint, using his thumb to circle it. Alastor pulled away from you, nesling into your shoulder.
"My dearest," he whispered. "I want to show you something." He pulled back to look you in the eyes.
"Okay." Your voice came out as a slight whimper.
He removed his hand from your core, resulting in a soft whimper. He put his hands on your waist, lifting you off of his lap. He crawled off the bed. You looked on in confusion as he fell to his knees by the edge.
"Sit over the edge, dear," Alastor instructed. You followed, of course. He placed your legs on either side of his head, smiling brightly. "Such a good girl." He massaged your thigh gently, kissing the skin.
He looped his fingers under your panties. He slowly pulled them down your legs, eyes never leaving your core.
"If it becomes too much, tell me." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. You nodded. He took his glasses from his face, placing them on the floor beside him. He then pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then another. He trailed up the inside of your thigh until he was barely an inch from your heat.
You were vaguely familiar with the concept of cunnilingus, but you'd never expected it. You watched him rub your clit with two fingers. You used your arm to support you as you leaned back.
Alastor gave a kiss to your muff, taking a deep inhale of your scent. He then pressed his lips to your clit. He ran his tongue over it. You were so. Fucking. Delicious. He began to suck on the little bud as though his life depended on it. You let out a low moan of pleasure. He used his tongue to flick across it, enjoying the way your thighs began to squeeze his head.
His fingers grazed your leaking hole before pressing one digit inside. You moaned again, louder this time. You felt him grin against you. Your body clenched around his finger, sucking him in deeper. He licked just above your pussy, making your hips buck into his face. He began the thrust his finger in and out of you. You tossed your head back in pleasure.
A second finger pressed into you. You whined. He ran his thumb over your clit to balance the pain and pleasure. His breath tickled your sensitive skin. As his two fingers pushed in and out of you, he ran them across your inside walls. He reattached to your bud, suckling and licking over it with a renewed ferocity.
"AAAaa- Fuck!" Your body shot forward as his fingers found a soft spot inside of you. His grin seemed to double as you buried a hand in his hair. He pulled away from you, removing his fingers as well. You whined desperately.
He licked over your entrance before pushing his tongue into your dripping cunt. He brought his fingers to your clit, swirling in between them. His tongue seemed too long to be human. It curled inside of you, hitting that soft spot over and over. Between his fingers and tongue working you, it's hard to hold back each moan and gasp that came from you.
The cool breeze came over your skin, making Alastor's lingering saliva feel ice cold against your skin. You lifted your eyes to the window. It was open, curtains spread wide. Any passing animal or hunter would surely see you if they turned to look. As the realization washed over you, it caused an odd ripple of pleasure in your core.
You felt a familiar knot in your gut as Alastor pulled you closer. He dropped one of his hands to his own arousal, pumping like his life depended on it. The way your thighs squeezed him and your hips bucking into his mouth told him you were close. He couldn't have been more excited. You were the greatest meal he'd ever had, and now, he would make sure you finished.
With one final press to your sensitive spot, you let out a scream of pleasure that made your throat go raw. The sound made Alastor groan, and the taste of your cum filling his mouth was more than he could take. He didn't breathe for a moment as he came into his hand, lost in the ecstasy of finally, finally, knowing what his dearest tasted like.
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almalvo Ā· 1 year ago
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About An Official Spiderverse Artist...
Please do not just scroll past this post; read it.
If you guys follow me on twitter, you probably already know.
But if you dont or still want to read this anyway - here you go:
I aint big, but I got a growing platform that I see as important for me to use as a force for things that matter.
So here I am.
And I got something to say about a certain "artist".
There are so many fucked up people who call themselves artists who are so heavily worshipped by us who both get and or dont get outed in the world for things they do and for their general piss-poor behaviours and persons.
Im here to talk about one in particular (and certainly wont be the last).
There is an artist that basically EVERYONE here has seen art from before, printed in the official Sony artbooks too.
If you have seen this:
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Then you have seen this artist before.
His name is Alberto Mielgo. He goes by @/pinkman_himself on twitter.
He is a HUGE part of the art direction and stylisation of the spiderverse movies, if that isnt already obvious. Because he was the former original art director of Into The Spiderverse.
Yes. Former.
Cuz he got "mYsTeRiOuSlY fiReD" from Sony 2 years into pre-production and completely removed from the project.
You may have also seen this character before:
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Yes. THAT asian character from Netflix's Love Death + Robots, from the episode "The Witness".
Familiar? Yeah. Because this episode was also made by the same guy, Mielgo.
I aint going to talk about what happens in that episode and hesitate to encourage anyone to watch it - cuz all it basically is is a megalo-misogynistic, assault "glorified for the sake of aRtT", racially fetishised showcase of this crazy makeup/haired bdsm stereotyped asian girl sex worker who essentially gets murdered over and over and over after running for her life completely naked through the city for all of us to see for some fucking reason.
BUt yeah anyways, you can see it in the first pic, but Ill put it here to show more clearly - this here is NOT the character from LDR. But I can understand why you might think so:
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Yeah. You read that name in the bottom right corner correctly. This is Peni Parker. His concept art of Peni Parker. A 13 YEAR OLD CHILD. Lookin suspiciously like and dressed as the adult person from LDR with ALSO the crazy hair, make up - WITH AN O-RING CHOKER AND BALL-GAG LIPSTICK (BDSM).
13. year. old. child.
This man only sees east asian women this way.
He likes them crazy, sexy, broken--
and young.
Cuz this man also wrote this on a now-deleted post on his website:
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Yeah. He, this whole ass middle-aged white cishet male spaniard thirstin for kids since he was 18 for 12 year old girls.
Cuz 12 year old girls are a fuckin "KNOCK OUT" when they grow up, when they ripen up into adulthood, to this man Alberto Mielgo, aka @/pinkman_himself, this creature.
And if auctioning NFTs isnt bad enough (cuz yes, ofc he does that too - its literally the first option on his website) -
His entire fucking portfolio is of drawing women he had sex with.
His fucking PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO is all of painting and drawing women in very compromising, questionable ways of the VERY SAME WOMEN HE HAD SLEPT WITH THROUGH HIS LIFE.
They look as creepy as they are.
But the scariest part?
While I myself had only just found out about this some days ago as of writing this, some of us have known about this man and his antics for years.
And he keeps getting greenlit by the industry, over and over and over; winning awards, getting respected, praised, admired, even by fellow at-home artists like many of you out there if you dont already do so.
And nothing will happen to him cuz he is a white cishet male artist who has money and a following and connections and influence and power.
So yeah.
I just wanted to talk about a certain official Spiderverse artist to just let yall know there are freaks everywhere, and that no matter how small it is, it's people like me and you who need to do what we can to keep up awareness and warn our communities and protect our most vulnerable.
My suggestion is to take heed of what I said, ask questions about everything you will ever see again from anyone around you, no less the industry, THINK for once, and actually give a fuck.
Keep away.
Do not support this man.
But the decision is ultimately yours.
Stay awake, yall.
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(His face, publicly available as his imdb profile):
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scary.
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casiia Ā· 2 years ago
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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkwardšŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­)
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pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive
word count .: 3k
warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humpingĀ 
author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think youā€™re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because iā€™m giggling soso bad. also i donā€™t have a dick iā€™ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.Ā 
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ā€œwait why are you turning? weā€™re supposed to go down this street for another light.ā€
the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.
ā€œpitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.ā€ chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently ā€“ waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. ā€œget the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.ā€
ā€œpick up stuff? not drugs, rightā€¦?ā€ ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.Ā 
ā€œno, not drugs. condoms.ā€
adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly,Ā  a blush creeping onto his cheeks. ā€œoh.ā€
ā€œi mean, youā€™re gonna need them. i doubt nothingā€™s gonna happen between you and her tonight.ā€ pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.
ā€œw-what? we arenā€™t anything serious, i donā€™t think she looks at me like that.ā€ leaning towards the window to escape chadā€™s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone ā€“ knowing it was from you.
ā€œshe definitely does, sheā€™s always giving you that look.ā€ throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. ā€œyou guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.ā€
ā€œwhat look?ā€ unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.Ā 
ā€œthe ā€˜i want to fuck youā€™ look.ā€ turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. ā€œjust fuck already, whatā€™s stopping you.ā€ watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. ā€œi mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.ā€
ā€œhey. itā€™s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.ā€ opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.Ā 
ā€œoh right.ā€
ā€œi donā€™t think there is a ā€˜fuck me lookā€™ i think youā€™re thinking way into things.ā€ stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.
ā€œwhat would you know, youā€™re a virgin.ā€ locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethanā€™s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. ā€œwell i mean, after tonight you wonā€™t be.ā€
ā€œiā€™m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.ā€ walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.Ā 
ā€œwell of course, but itā€™s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. donā€™t wanna get her pregnant or anything.ā€ chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back ā€“ almost too easily, like heā€™s been here a million times.Ā 
ā€œright. how do youā€¦put one on?ā€ glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.Ā 
ā€œopen the wrapper, careful not to rip it thatā€™s important, then just slide it on. if itā€™s that much trouble just ask the girl.ā€ chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.Ā 
ā€œoh, okay. what about lube, think iā€™ll need that?ā€ eyeing the different brands of condoms, heĀ  feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.Ā 
2 messages from angel girl
ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.
ā€œhey, are you listening to me?ā€Ā 
ā€œhuh?ā€ looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.
ā€œi said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.ā€ picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. ā€œthereā€™s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.ā€
ā€œmhm.ā€ now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. ā€œmaybe i should take the costume off?ā€ picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.
ā€œmaybe just keep the helmet, canā€™t not dress up at a halloween party.ā€ grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. ā€œwe should go, mindyā€™s been on my ass.ā€
the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.Ā 
slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.
the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. ā€œtake a few. iā€™m just gonna leave the box in the carā€¦for later.ā€Ā 
ā€œthink youā€™re gonna end up with tara tonight?ā€ ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.Ā 
ā€œshut up, now strap in. weā€™re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.ā€
the far-off sound of music caught ethanā€™s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.Ā 
grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.
ā€œdid tara tell you what she was gonna wear?ā€ checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself ā€“ what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.Ā 
ā€œpirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?ā€ making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.Ā 
ā€œshe didnā€™t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.ā€ feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didnā€™t want to mess things up with you, he was scared ā€“ scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.Ā 
ā€œrelax, you look like youā€™ve seen a ghost.ā€
ā€œiā€™m trying, iā€™m just nervous. i donā€™t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.ā€ stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.Ā 
ā€œwhatever happens is for a reason, donā€™t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, sheā€™ll make it clear. stop worrying.ā€ chad places a hand on the brunetteā€™s shoulder, squeezing comfortably.Ā 
ā€œright. make sure i donā€™t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.ā€ taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.Ā 
pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.
ā€œwhere have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!ā€ mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.
ā€œtraffic. whereā€™s y/n?ā€ frowning when he didnā€™t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.
ā€œshe was here a second ago.iĀ  think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.ā€ anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriendā€™s. ā€œwhatā€™s going on with you two anyways?ā€
ā€œnoth-ā€
ā€œethan?ā€Ā 
spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he canā€™t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldnā€™t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.
you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirtĀ  that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off ā€“ a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.
ā€œan angel.ā€
ā€œsurprise! whereā€™s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.ā€ stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.Ā 
ā€œleft it in the car, didnā€™t want it to get ruined or anything.ā€ looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.Ā 
ā€œoh, thatā€™s a shame. you looked so cute in it.ā€ pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. ā€œletā€™s get a drink, iā€™ve been waiting for you.ā€
grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.Ā 
ā€œhm, i think thereā€™s enough for a couple shots.ā€Ā 
letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.Ā 
ā€œbottoms up, baby!ā€ bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. ā€œso gross.ā€
ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. ā€œnot worth it.ā€ hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. ā€œdo you thinkā€¦we could talk?ā€
ā€œweā€™re talking right now, pretty boy.ā€ starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. ā€œis something wrong?ā€Ā 
ā€œnothingā€™s wrong, i just meant talk in private.ā€ taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck ā€“ patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.
ā€œletā€™s go upstairs.ā€ wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chadā€™s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethanā€™s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.Ā 
ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments ā€“ pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. ā€œdo you know where youā€™re going?ā€
ā€œnot in the slightest, but itā€™s a big house, thereā€™s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.ā€ jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. ā€œoh here.ā€ twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.Ā 
closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. ā€œwhatā€™s on your mind? youā€™re kinda scaring me.ā€Ā 
dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. ā€œwhat are we?ā€
ā€œwhat do you mean?ā€ furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you donā€™t do with anyone else. i just want to know if youā€™re playing with me.ā€ sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. ā€œi like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.ā€
ā€œi-ā€ sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. ā€œi like you too, i just didnā€™t know how to tell you.ā€ crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. ā€œthis is how you make me feel. all the time.ā€
ā€œcan i kiss you?ā€Ā 
nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. ā€œfuck, sorry.ā€
whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. ā€œno, please. again, mā€™felt good.ā€ pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.
ā€œyeah? sā€™that why you brought me up here?ā€ giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.
ā€œmaybe.ā€ tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. ā€œfuck, i want you.ā€ slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.
ā€œi know, baby. but not tonight.ā€ pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. ā€œwant your first time to be something youā€™ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.ā€
opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head ā€“ your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re such a teaseā€Ā 
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scarnatlover Ā· 2 months ago
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Could you write a Natasha x reader fic where reader gets back from a mission and is really sore so Nat gives reader a massage and reader lets out a little moan then things get heated?
(If not itā€™s fine)
(Also do you write G!P? If you do can this be a g!p story?)
A little bird told me...
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x G!P Reader (romantic)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sexual themes, smut, Reader has a cock, sensual massage, mommy kink, mention of punishment, light choking, cowgirl, missionary, lingerie, nipple piercing, handjob, blowjob but not really, alcoholic parent (mention), murder/death (mention) blood (mention), talking about trauma.
A/N: I'm sorry if anything is spelled incorrectly, but English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for my grammar and spelling. If you have any request, I will try and write them.
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It was late when the Quinjet finally landed. The mission had gone very well. You, Clint, and Sam had retrieved the information Fury had requested, but not without struggles. You had promised Nat that you would return to her without a scratch, when in reality you were not entirely without injuries. A few cuts here and there, but still nothing to worry about; at least in your opinion.
Nat was waiting for you at the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed and a big smile plastered on her face. You slowly approached her, then put your bag on the ground to hug her, resting your head on her shoulder as one of her hands scratched the back of your neck and the other caressed your back.
"So? How did it go?" she asked, kissing your head before cupping your face in her hands and giving you a kiss that probably lasted longer than it should have. "Any injuries I should know about?" You just shook your head, not wanting to admit that you were actually hurt. But Nat could see right through your lies. "Hey, hey, what did we say about lying? We don't lie to each other, and I know for a fact that this cut wasn't there when we saw each other this morning," she said, referring to the cut on your eyebrow. She then slid her hand from your face to your hand, taking it in hers, and walked with you to your room.
Once inside, she helped you take off your shirt, tended to your wounds, scolded you for not being careful enough, and then left you in the bathroom alone to shower.
"Babe?" you heard her call from the other side of the door as you washed your hair. "Do you want me to give you a massage? I know how relaxing they are, especially after a mission," she continued. You said yes of course, without even hesitating. You've always loved the feeling of her hands on you, even before you started dating. From the way she'd comfort you by placing a hand on your back when a mission wasn't going well, to the way she'd accidentally caress your cock when you were sitting next to each other.
Once out of the shower, you dried yourself, body and hair, then wrapped a towel around yourself and left the bathroom, only to see the lights in the room off, except for your table lamp, which was the only source of light in the room, and Nat sitting on the bed dressed only in her underwear and at that sight you felt your cock harden.
You went to your underwear drawer so you could cover yourself, but Nat stopped you before you could. Turning to look her in the eyes, you noticed that she had already pulled out some boxers for you. Her favorites, to be precise. That black pair of Calvin Kleins she bought you a few months ago. The same pair that you know she completely loses her mind over.
"Put them on and then lie on your stomach. I can see how tense your back is," she said, occasionally biting her lower lip, her gaze never leaving your body, focusing mainly on your eyes, your abs, and the outline of your cock, which was slowly getting harder.
Without hesitation, you did what she said, putting on your underwear and then lying on your stomach. You heard her get out of bed and go to the bathroom, then return and set down a bottle of massage oil.Ā 
"It's your favorite. Now, relax and let me do all the work."Ā 
Her hands hovered over your skin, just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her palms. She started at your shoulders, her touch gentle, teasing. She pressed her thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of your neck, working slowly in firm, circular motions. You sighed softly, your body melting beneath her touch With each stroke, you could feel yourself getting harder, she let her hands glide lower, tracing the curve of your spine. Her fingers spread, following the natural lines of your body, applying just enough pressure to unravel the knots of tension wound tight beneath your skin. You arched subtly, groaning, responding instinctively to the pleasure coursing through you as her hands worked magic, easing away the day's stresses.
She paused, dipping her hands back into the bowl of warm oil, letting it drip languidly over your back. It cascaded in slow, lazy streams, pooling at the base of your spine. She spreads it evenly with her palms, kneading your flesh with a mix of tenderness and control, the friction building a steady, delicious heat. As her hands ventured lower, her thumbs pressed into the small of your back, eliciting a soft gasp and a light hump against the pillow under you. She moved deliberately, savoring every inch of you, reading the subtle shifts of your body like a map. She could feel you breathing slow, your muscles loosening under her touch. Each stroke was an invitation, a promise, lingering just at the edge of something deeper.
Her touch grew bolder, exploring the curve of your body, tracing patterns that left your breath hitting. You turned your head to the side, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, surrendering completely to the rhythm of her hands. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as her fingers danced along your skin, every touch deliberate, every movement a silent conversation. And just then, from the immense pleasure you were feeling and from the contact between her pussy and your hips, making you feel how excited she was too, you let out a moan.
ā€œDid you just-? God, turn over, on your back. Now,ā€ and you did just that. She got off the bed, standing in front of you with her arms crossed and a smug smirk on her face, giving you the chance to turn around. Once on your back, she could clearly see your erection and the stain of pre-cum. ā€œOh baby, look at it. You got all turned on, just because Mommy was giving you a massage, hm.ā€
She slowly moved closer to you, swaying her hips, and sat on your lap, making you moan as her soaked panties touched your erection. She started grinding back and forth, moaning, while you could only whimper, throwing your head back. She gripped your jaw, looking into your eyes.
ā€œA little birdie told me,ā€ she began, her hips never stopping to move, ā€œthat today isnā€™t the first time youā€™ve lied to me this week,ā€ she continued, increasing her speed. She moved her hand from your jaw to wrap around your neck, choking you and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. ā€œYou know how much Mommy hates lies. Normally this would mean you'd be getting punished, but not tonight. But I'll take my time with you,ā€ she concluded, kissing you hard.
At this point, you couldn't even think clearly. Her hand on your throat, applying gentle pressure, her violent kisses, her hips that kept rocking above you didn't allow it. For this, you just nodded without even really understanding her statement. And suddenly, everything stopped. She got up, leaving you alone on the bed, and stood in front of you. You sat on the bed and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her sternum.
ā€œI missed you so much, bunny,ā€ she whispered, kissing your forehead and running her hand through your hair repeatedly. She definitely missed you judging by the lack of underwear in the drawer, snack wrappers in the bin, and sweatshirts thrown around the room.
You smiled sweetly at her and she immediately smiled back and kissed you softly. She sat down on you, but not before pulling down your underwear, presenting your hard cock, and taking off her panties in turn, which you only now realized were your favorite and that they matched the bra she was wearing, the pink color almost the same as her pale skin given the dim light in the room.
She grabbed your cock, raised herself slightly, and slowly slid your cock inside her. She sat on you, still, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of being full. She took your hands that were on her hips and slowly placed them on her breasts. ā€œI have a surprise for you,ā€ she said, moving her hands behind her back and quickly unhooking her bra. She threw it somewhere in the room, but you didnā€™t notice because what you were focused on were the jewels attached to her nipples. ā€œDo you like them, bunny? You know, theyā€™re much more sensitive now,ā€ she commented, bringing your hands to her globes again. You started to gently massage her boobs, her mouth making the shape of an O. But when you finally teased and pinched her nipples, she couldnā€™t help but moan loudly.
She finally started to move back and forth on you. You started thrusting, to help her reach climax before you. Usually in these moments she's the one trying to make you come first, but tonight you decided to let her take precedence. Moving a hand from one of her breasts to use as support, you quickly changed positions, with you now on top of her.
You increased your thrusts, moving your other hand to her clit and making tight circles on it, occasionally applying a little pressure. She cried out in pleasure, her movements slowly stopping just like your thrusts, but continuing long enough to allow her to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. She only stopped completely when she started to feel overstimulated.
She let you slide out of her, but still remained sitting on your lap. ā€œYou didnā€™t come?ā€ she asked, but it was less of a question and more of a statement. You shook your head and she sighed, a little disappointed that you didnā€™t finish inside her. She stood up and slowly walked over to your nightstand, where you kept the various bottles of lube. She grabbed one and walked back to you. She fell to her knees in front of you and squirted some onto her hand. You watched her every action, every move with apprehension.
She finally closed her hand around your length, making you throw your head back in pleasure. Natasha started moving her hand up and down your shaft, slowly at first to get you fully hard, then gradually faster. ā€œMommy is making you feel good, mhm?ā€ to which you quickly nodded, letting out moans and groans. ā€œAre you close? Do you want to come for Mommy? Want to be a good little bunny for me?ā€ she asked in vain, because she already knew the answer.
ā€œPlease Mommyā€ you started thrusting too, trying to find the right speed to make you come faster.
She squeezed her hand a little tighter while with the other she gently massaged your balls. Seeing you so close to her peak, she engulfed the tip of your cock, tracing the outside with her tongue, and she started sucking. Feeling the sensation of her lips and her tongue on your sensitive tip finally made you cum in her mouth.
She swallowed it all, but when she looked at your face instead of a happy look, she saw only tears. She took action immediately. She laid you down on the bed and ran to the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. Once she was done she came back to the room, this time seeing you face down. She sat down next to you and placed her hand on your back, offering you silent comfort. She gently took your face in her hands, making your eyes meet.
ā€œI have a hot bath ready. Do you want to come with me?ā€ she whispered, giving you a big smile.
You followed her without hesitation, wanting only to be with her in that moment. She went in first, making sure your back was against her chest, and left soft kisses wherever she could reach. Despite her attempt at silent comfort, your tears wouldnā€™t stop falling. ā€œDo you want to talk about it?ā€ Nat asked, noticing the river of tears.
ā€œI saw something while I was on a missionā€ you whispered, your voice cracking with almost every word. Nat continued to kiss you, waiting for you to tell her what set you off. ā€œIt was like I was in that house and I was reliving that night all over again.ā€ Nat stopped suddenly.
During your relationship, surprisingly, you were the one who had the hardest time opening up. You grew up in a toxic environment and she knew it. ā€œNothing compared to what you went through,ā€ you told her every time. But Natasha always responded, comforting and reassuring you, saying that her traumas were just as important as yours and that they shouldnā€™t be compared. Of course, you told her, briefly and without much detail, what you went through.
How you grew up in a toxic environment. Your father was a workaholic, who would get irritable whenever he wasnā€™t at work or if he didnā€™t have full control over things. Your mother was an alcoholic, who could only go a short time without drinking alcohol. They never hit you or hurt you physically, but the scars remained. You saw things a child should never see.
One night things got particularly bad. You had just come home from spending the day at a friendā€™s house. As you entered the house, you noticed that the lights were off, except for the kitchen ones. You walked towards the light, thinking that one of your parents had accidentally left it on before going to bed, but instead, when you entered, all you saw was your fatherā€™s inert body on the floor, a pool of blood all around him, and your mother was nowhere to be seen. After that, your memories are all hazy, as if your mind had shut down. You only remember Nick Fury sitting in front of you while you're at the police station.
Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders, massaging them and tightening her grip, as if to reassure her. "I know it was hard. But you're strong. Stronger than you think." You opened your eyes and looked at Natasha, a look of gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you, Nat. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Natasha smiled at you, stroking a lock of your damp hair. "We're a team, remember? Always and no matter what." The two of you were silent for a moment, listening only to the sound of the running water.
You rested your head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling protected and safe. Tears slid down your face, but this time they weren't tears of pain, but of relief. Natasha gently wiped your cheeks with her thumb. "It's okay, my love. I'm here."
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hedgehog-moss Ā· 2 months ago
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hello & good morning/afternoon/night! feel free to ignore this ask if you don't want to or don't know how to answer. i have been following your blog for years now, i think, and i have been accompaning your life through the pictures you post. i always had similar dreams of living in a farm or just in a more "secluded" place in general - hiddem away from big cities, i mean, closest place being a small town or even village, you know - and though i have lived alone for 2 years now i have a lot of fears of living by myself in ambient where there is relatively less people (even if there are neighbors not that far away). yknow, classic fears, of being robbed, my house being broken into, etc etc. once again i know it's a different world and the probability of something like this happening is actually higher in places with a bigger populational number, but have you ever had experiences like this? have you ever felt a similar fear? i'm trying to find out if this is something i really want.
Hi ! I love that I read your message last week right after I fondly reminisced about hearing murder screams in my woods at night. I've been thinking about it and I think regardless of what statistics say, some people feel safer surrounded by people in a town while others feel safer in more secluded placesā€”I mean there's probably a personal temperament aspect to this... I've always loved going out for walks in the middle of the night but I couldn't fully relax doing that in cities, while here I find it so relaxing. It's so dark and quiet it feels like walking at the bottom of the ocean <3 It's the closest I can get to the peaceful life of the sea cucumber. And since I'm alone in this forest and there's no one for several km around I feel like nothing bad can happen to me. But I have city friends who would never consider going for a walk with me in the woods at night.
Can't recommend having a medium-to-large dog enough! Despite his debonair manner Pandolf is a good guard dogā€”one time that I got to test this was when someone parked their car on the side of the road maybe 300m from my house, and stayed there for almost a week. It wasn't a camper van, just a normal car, and every time I went to see it during the day it was empty, but I saw lights in there at night. I didn't like it at all! Why park here in the middle of nowhere. Near my house. This isn't a convenient spot to fish or anything, so where are you all day...? I remember the night I noticed the light in the car from my window, and I sat in my bed like, okay, someone's over there, but even if he gets to my door I have 2 other ways to get out of the house, my nearest neighbours are like 40min away by foot through the woods, I know my woods better than this guy, I'll be fine.
It's the only time that I recall feeling a bit antsy at nightā€”and Pandolf was very alert as a result, he could tell I was nervous and when I went to close the chicken coop in the evenings he went patrolling all over the place in a way he doesn't usually do. I have a natural talent for not doing anything about problems and hoping they'll go away on their own, but after a few days I eventually told a distant neighbour about this weird car, and he came the next evening to talk to this personā€”but the car left that same day. And when my neighbour came to tell me he hadn't found the car, it was already dark and he parked his car in front of my house and at first Pandolf refused to let him get out. Even though he knows this neighbour and the guy had half-opened his door and was like "Hey Pandolf it's me!", Pan just stood there growling continuously like Cujo. It was good to see that although he's a really friendly dog, if I'm freaked out he can get quite intimidating.
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Other than that one weird car story I've never really felt scared being here alone at night, and I didn't worry about that before moving here either, I was impatient to go on nighttime walks in the woods, rather! But having neighbours I'm on friendly terms with that I can call for help if needed, and whose house I can reach by foot, is reassuring; so I think mostly it's a matter of finding the degree of seclusion you're comfortable with. There are all sorts of gradations between living in a big city and living like the first Desert Father :) Is there any way you could try spending some time alone in a more remote area for temporary stays, like holidays, to see if you get used to it and come to appreciate it, or if you feel safer in more populated places?
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illusioninfnty Ā· 30 days ago
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"I'll Gut You Like A Fish!"
ąŖœā€āž“ Ghostface : Day 19
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feat. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto įƓā˜… What's wrong with your boyfriends killing a random sleazebag here and there? You just like to indulge in the celebration that comes after.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, college au, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral sex (m and f receiving), creampie, cum eating, blood play, knife play, murder (not of reader), fucking over a dead body, everyone getting bricked up over murder
įƓā˜… kinktober m.list || read on ao3
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The familiar hands of your boyfriend find themselves around your waist, swaying to the beat of whatever techno song plays as drunk college students stumble along to the bass vibrating across the walls.
ā€œGot a present for you upstairs.ā€
Gojoā€™s lips ghost the shell of your ear, nipping at it teasingly as you throw your head back into the crook of his neck.Ā 
ā€œOh?ā€ He presses his front up against your backside. You can feel the way his cock strains in his pants as he subtly grinds up against you.
Gojo trails kisses down your neck and you shiver. ā€œCome on, babe. Suguruā€™s getting a little impatient. You know how he is.ā€ His hands move down to grab at your ass, motioning you along in the frat house, up the stairs to one of the rooms at the end of the hall.
The metallic, iron-like smell of blood fills the air as you open the door, making you halt in place. In front of you stands your other boyfriend Geto, dressed in an all-too-familiar black robe and holding a bloody knife.
His head lifts up as he hears you two come in. He sets the knife onto a desk and stalks across the room, grabbing you from Gojoā€™s hold and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. You moan into Getoā€™s lips, digging your fingers into his long black tresses.Ā 
ā€œWhatā€™s this from?ā€ you ask hesitantly when you pull apart from him.
Before either one of your boyfriends can answer you, a broken moan sounds from the other side of the room, as though below the bed.
Geto takes your hand, guiding you to the source of the noise.
You gasp and take a step back, falling into his chest as youā€™re greeted with the sight of a bloodied man, writhing across the floor. Through his light colored shirt you can see multiple stab wounds, courtesy of Geto. The man coughs, and blood spurts out of his mouth, covering his neck and chest.
Gojo then pipes up, throwing an arm around Getoā€™s shoulder and jerking his head to the man. ā€œRecognize him?ā€
You canā€™t seem to place who this is at first. But then when you look past all of the blood, youā€™re able to place why he seems so familiar. Just an hour or two ago, when you first arrived with Gojo and Geto at this party, this guy was in the kitchen with all the alcohol. When you went to get some for yourself, he groped your ass, something you complained about to your boyfriends later on.
The guy coughs again, and it sounds like a gargle. He clutches his side, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding coming out of multiple wounds.
ā€œHelp me,ā€ he moans, blood dribbling from the sides of his lips.
Itā€™s a gross sight, really, and you sneer at the sight of him. No way in hell were you helping someone like him. Especially if it would be your boyfriends that you would hypothetically be up against.
You narrow your eyes, turning and walking away from him. ā€œMaybe you should keep your hands off of women and you wouldnā€™t end up like this, asshole.ā€
ā€œOoh,ā€ Gojo hisses from behind you. ā€œSorry, bud. Better luck next time.ā€
ā€œYou,ā€ ā€”the guy spits out more bloodā€” ā€œbitch.ā€
ā€œNow, now, enough of that.ā€ Geto grabs him by the curls on his head, dragging him forward so that heā€™s positioned in the center of the room, closer to where you stand near the bottom of the bed.
Gojo strides on over nonchalantly, standing right behind you. He starts to caress your sides, his hands moving sensually up and down your body. If it was possible, Gojo seems even harder now. His cock throbs in his pants as it presses against your backside. ā€œWatch,ā€ he whispers to you.
Geto stands in front of you, still holding the man up by his hair. Heā€™s on his knees, and the blood from his mouth and his wounds are slowly starting to stain his clothes and his body a pinkish color.
The man winces as Getoā€™s grip on him tightens. ā€œYouā€™re here because we need to teach you a lesson.ā€
You gasp as Gojoā€™s hands move under your shirt, pulling it and your bra up in one fell swoop. He starts to pinch and pull at your nipples, which stand hard with your aroused state.
Geto hums in satisfaction at the sight, his eyes hooded with pleasure.
ā€œDid you really think we would let you touch her like this?ā€ Gojo chimes in. He relishes in how your body wriggles against him, craving his touch. One of his hands moves lower, and lower, and lower, and then disappears into your pants.
You moan as Gojo starts to play with your pussy, fingering at your slit. ā€œCanā€™t believe how wet you are,ā€ he croons in your ear, ā€œgetting worked up over something like this.ā€ He tuts at you, playing with your folds as you let your body fall into him.
ā€œLikeā€”ā€ youā€™re interrupted by your own involuntary moan as Gojo sticks two fingers inside of you with no warning. ā€œLike youā€™re one to talk.ā€
His cock jumps as he laughs. He curls his fingers, and then begins to pump them in and out of your pussy.
ā€œYou see that?ā€ Geto says. Heā€™s talking to the bloody guy. ā€œOnly we get to touch her like that.ā€ He leans down, staring at him eye to eye. ā€œThis is why youā€™re here. Because you touched something thatā€™s ours. And for thatā€ ā€”he reaches behind him, brandishing the bloody knifeā€” ā€œyouā€™ll have to pay.ā€
Seeing your typically calm and collected boyfriend take control like that was doing things to you. You feel your body heat up, and your core clenches around Gojoā€™s fingers, your imagination running wild with the change in your boyfriendā€™s behavior, thinking about all the things he could do to you.
Your moans are uncontrollable now as you whine and buck against Gojo, craving more.
ā€œShit, Suguru. Look at him, heā€™s hard!ā€ Your boyfriend jeers at the man on the ground, but you donā€™t care enough to take your attention off the pleasure. ā€œAw man, what a fucking loser. Gotta get hard over our girl ā€˜cause he canā€™t find one on his own.ā€
Geto lets out a sound of disgust, sending a kick to the guyā€™s kidney. ā€œFilthy fucking monkey.ā€
You can feel your peak approaching, and as you tighten around Gojoā€™s fingers heā€™s able to sense it, too. ā€œFuck, Suguru, I think sheā€™s about to cum.ā€
ā€œNot yet.ā€ Suguru reaches out behind him, grabbing one last thingā€”a Ghostface mask. He fastens it onto his head before turning back to his soon-to-be victim.
ā€œFuck with our girl, pay the price.ā€
With that, Geto holds the manā€™s head up and slowly digs his knife across his throat. Blood pours out in waves, splashing against his body and the floor beneath him. Geto drops him without a care, and the manā€™s body falls face-first onto the floor as his blood surrounds him in a giant pool.
You gasp, and the shock of the scene in front of you paired with Gojoā€™s fingers wildly fucking into you has you cumming before you can even notice. Your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake as your orgasm hits, your body going weak as Gojo holds you up.
When you open your eyes, Geto stands in front of you, still donning his bloody mask and knife.
You pant heavily, staring up at your boyfriend who slowly tilts his head while staring down at you.
ā€œSo youā€™re really Ghostface?ā€ you ask, feeling dumb as soon as the question is out. You just watched him kill a man right in front of you. He rustles around his cloak, pulling out a small device. He clicks the button on the side of the device, bringing it up to his mask. ā€œNot just me.ā€ The device is a voice changer, you realize, and the voice that comes out is different from his ownā€”much more gravelly, much more like that of a killer. You know exactly what heā€™s implying. You crane your neck to look at the man nuzzling into your hair.
ā€œYou too, Satoru?ā€
He places a kiss on the side of your head. ā€œYou know it, baby.ā€
A moment of silence passes before you speak up again.
ā€œIs that why we also have the best sex coincidentally after the news hits of the killings around town?ā€Ā 
Your question is answered not by words, but by the cheeky grin on Gojoā€™s face.
ā€œClearly you enjoy it just as much as we do.ā€ Geto continues, he runs his hands over your breasts, tracing the curves of your body until he reaches your wet folds, fingering at them. You gasp, still sensitive from your release.
ā€œYouā€™re not the only one who got worked up all over it.ā€ He moves his robes around, and you see that Geto is sporting a boner.
ā€œFuck, thatā€™s hot, babe,ā€ Gojo whines from behind you. You silently agree.
Geto smirks. ā€œItā€™ll be hotter once itā€™s inside of her.ā€ His hands grip around your hips, pulling your pelvis closer to his. He deftly strips his lower half, his cock springing free from its confines in front of you. He goes to lift his mask up, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.
ā€œK-keep it on, please.ā€ You can feel your face heat up, from embarrassment or arousal though, you arenā€™t entirely sure.
You can just imagine the smirk that Geto has on his face beneath it. ā€œDirty girl.ā€ He agrees to the request, and the mask stays secured to his face.
Gojo breathes heavily from behind you, no doubt entranced by Geto just like you are.
ā€œSo greedy,ā€ Geto hums. He gives his cock a few tugs and then lines it up with your pussy. You both hiss at the stretch of him inside of you, your insides pulsating with the new sensation.
ā€œOh, God,ā€ you moan, clutching onto Getoā€™s shoulders like your life depended on it.
ā€œThereā€™s no God here,ā€ he whispers into your ear, his hips pumping into you at a rapid pace, ā€œonly us.ā€
Gojo drops to his knees, his eyes focused on where you and Geto are connected. ā€œFuck,ā€ he murmurs, ā€œlook at you too. He leans up, his tongue licking a long strip from Getoā€™s balls all the way to you opening. He slurps at your wetness as it sloshes out of you with Getoā€™s thrusts.
ā€œOh, yes, more!ā€ you cry out. Gojoā€™s tongue feels like perfection as he expertly moves it around to hit your most sensitive spots. You can tell that Geto is also affected by the way his hips stutter, his rhythmic thrusts becoming more jerky.
ā€œSuch a whore for us.ā€ Getoā€™s hands come up to grip your face, and you finally notice how the two of you are now covered in the blood of the man he just killed. The realization causes you to gasp and your walls flutter around Geto.
ā€œOh?ā€ He looks at the way your pupils dilated on seeing the blood across both you and himself. ā€œYou like being covered in blood? So naughty,ā€ he teases.
From his position on the ground, Gojo is able to reach the manā€™s corpse, and he sticks his hand in the puddle of blood that has yet to dry. He brings his blood-covered hands back up to your body, rubbing them all over your stomach and chest.
You moan as Gojo covers your body in blood, smearing it all over you. Your boyfriend reveals a toothy grin. ā€œI like this look on her.ā€
Geto hums in agreement, dragging a hand down your body. ā€œGet back over here,ā€ he says to Gojo. He obeys, alternating between putting his mouth on your pussy and Getoā€™s cock.
ā€œā€™M gonna cum again,ā€ you stutter out, nails digging into the black robe.
Geto laughs. ā€œAre you?ā€ Suddenly, he pulls out his bloody knife, positioning it up to your neck. Your pussy grips him even tighter, your arousal so close to reaching its peak. ā€œSuch a bad girl. Squirming all over my dick with a knife to your throat.ā€
Gojo chimes in with a laugh. ā€œGetting fucked by a killerā€™s cock while his victim is right next to you. Fuck, sheā€™s clenching so hard around you, Suguru.ā€
You donā€™t even have time to protest or talk back before you cum, releasing your juices all over Getoā€™s cock, remnants falling onto Gojoā€™s face.
Getoā€™s release isnā€™t far behind your own.
ā€œFucking take it,ā€ he groans, and his dick pulsates as he finally cums inside of you. His warm cum feels so good in your pussy, and you whimper when he finally pulls out of you.Ā 
Gojoā€™s tongue quickly replaces the feeling, however, and he greedily licks up both your arousal and Getoā€™s cum. You dig your fingers through his white locks as he eats you out like a man starved. Geto stands back, surveying the scene in front of him with pleasure.
When Gojo pulls away from your pussy, you practically collapse on top of him. He brings you down into his lap, bringing his lips up to your ear. His next words send a shock of pleasure down your spine and arousal churning in your core.
ā€œNext time, you can watch me get a kill.ā€
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gothic-thoughts Ā· 26 days ago
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Clearing Up Confusion
(sry its so long, i got a lil down bad i love him sm šŸ˜­)
Michael Myers x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, AsylumPatient!Michael, Nurse!Reader, Forbidden Love, Virgin!Michael
Part 1: Right Here
Part 2: Right Here
Part 3: Right Here
CW: Confused Michael lol, afab parts mentioned, groping/palming, āœ‹šŸ¾job, riding
TW: quick murder mention
Word Count: 2229 (give or take)
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Michael didn't get it.
After months of knowing her, he still couldn't understand why (Y/n)'s body was always so...Ā animated. Her hanging earrings bounced when she walked and her box braids swayed when she shook her headā€” on top of that, she was jiggly. Top,Ā middle...bottom.Ā 
He didn't understand and it made him mad.
She walks into the cafeteria, those plump, dark thighs wiggling under her white nurse dressā€” as usual. (Y/n) glances over with a small wave but he doesnā€™t respond despite his attraction to her, he only squints behind that orange maskĀ as she disappears between the kitchen doors. A couple minutes later, the nurse walks back out, still unaware of her slightly bouncing ass and thighs as she sipped from a small paper cup.
ā€œSee ya tomorrow, Mikey!ā€
Cold blue eyes follow her until she vanishes from them when stepping through the open cafeteria doors.Ā Michael turns to look over his left shoulder and then his right, noting the two security guards standing behind him with tight grips on his chains. He knows that theyā€™ll either try to stop him or go with him if he leavesā€” he just wants to talk to her in peace.Ā He resets his position before gazing back down at his cold, untouched food.Ā 
The killerĀ then slowly stands up, his almost 7-foot form casting an imposing shadow over the guards as he turns to face them. The guards immediately recoil and reach for their tasers but as soon as they do both of Michaelā€™s hands grab their necks and simultaneously break them before dropping them to the floor with thuds, disregarding the cameras. He then turns to look at the exit.
Michael followed his nurseā€™s footsteps down the hall until he found her in the next, still drinking her waterā€” still jiggling,Ā unaware that one of the most violent and murderous patients escaped. Before he could grab her, another nurse turned the corner at the other end of the hall and gasped, stammering incoherently.Ā (Y/n)ā€™s steps slow down from her confusion, unknowingly making it easier for him.
ā€œThe hell is your problemā€” Mmh!?ā€
Michaelā€™s hand suddenly covers her mouth, muffling her screams as he walks her back to his room. He shuts the door with a loud slam before turning and walking over to her.
ā€œHey, hey!ā€ She called, eyebrows furrowed at him.
The Shape freezes.
ā€œWhat did I say about the manhandling?ā€
His bodyĀ tenses knowingly. He was so eager to see her, that he completely disregarded their agreement.
ā€œDidnā€™t I say thatĀ if you wanna touch me, you gotta be gentle?ā€
He takes another step then gently places his fingers on her cheek, delicately stroking her cheek to show her understoodā€” to show he was sorry.Ā The gesture made her laugh a little, the sound, in turn, soothing his nerves as he continued to pet her like he would his masks. He didnā€™t like when she was disappointed in him; he wouldnā€™t even know what to do with himself if she was ever mad at him.
ā€œItā€™s alright, you just scared the shit outta me. Now, whyā€™d you need me so bad?ā€
He just stares down at her for a second, head tilting as he examines the unusual stillness of her body.
ā€œMikey...?ā€ (Y/n) called, reaching out to rub his arm, ā€œMichael, whatā€™s the matter?ā€
Michael wordlessly spun the nurse around by her shoulders then guided her forward until her breasts and stomach were pressed against the wall next to his door, pinning her between him and the cement as gently as he could. He crouches down behind her so he can begin his analysis, starting with the jiggle in her thighs right as they stop. He got it: it wasĀ her movement; it had everything to do with why she was so jiggly.Ā He gently swats the left one to truly confirm his observation.
ā€œWhaā€” hey!ā€ She squirms, ā€œWhat are youā€” hey! Michael! Where is this coming from?ā€
Keeping one large hand pressed against her lower back, Michael uses the other fingerĀ to curiously poke and prod at (Y/n)ā€™s left thigh.Ā He then swats the right, making her tense then chuckle uncomfortably at his cluelessness but it was cut short with a sharp gasp when Michael squeezes the left thigh just under her ass, watching the smooth, dark flesh rise like bread between his spread fingers.
ā€œOkay, okay, I get it: you like my thighs. Is that really why you pulled me in here?ā€
He didnā€™t even grunt out a response. He was damn near ignoring her with every poke and caress he gave her thighs. He wasnā€™t even aware of how perverted he was being, he was just so immersed, a contrast to how angry his confusion made him earlier. His cold, inexperienced hand slowly slid up the back of herĀ thigh until it rested on her butt, the boldness making her gasp sharply.
ā€œHey!ā€
(Y/n) reached back to swat it away, making him look up at her with a head tilt.
ā€œYou canā€™t touch me there, Michael, Iā€™m your nurse!ā€
He was confused again.Ā Why would she say that to him? He knows that.
He brushes it off and focuses back on her ass, treating it the same way he did her thighs: with experimental pokes, squishes, and smacks, but it eventually gave him a result he wasnā€™t expecting: a soft hum. He stops, head tilting again.Ā Michael smacks her ass again, granting more jiggling and another hum from her.
ā€œAlright, thatā€™s enough. I know youā€™re curious but...ā€ She shivers at the next smack, gulping thickly, ā€œI'm your nurse, you canā€™t feel me up like this.ā€
More confusion: why does she keep saying that like he doesnā€™t know?Ā 
He stands up behind her, instantly towering as heĀ gently grabs her hips and pulls her back his cold body until his pelvis is pressed firmly against her lower back. She tilts her head back and looks up at that orange mask, waiting for him to move away, continue groping, anything but he remains still, seemingly done but when (Y/n) tries to move he holds her against him with a soft grunt.Ā Little did she know,Ā Michael was looking down at her with some kind of desireā€” a desire he felt before.
He was lost again, but this time it was combined with worry. Something about how she was looking up at him, how warm she was, how jiggly she was made his desire to kill grow... but he didnā€™t want to kill her. HeĀ knew he didnā€™t, the thought of hurting her made him mad at himself. In the end,Ā he began groping her furiously hoping the feeling would go away.
ā€œMmh, Michaelā€”ā€
He tunes her out, trying to focus on the warmth of her body as his big, rough, inexperienced hands roam up and down her curves, but it is torment: calming him down while still riling up his bloodlust. His hands reach around, worshipping her breasts, grasping at her tummy, caressing her thighs, and squishing her butt, all of which made more gasps and hums come out of her. He grabbed the inside of her thighs and that made her thighs part a little more as a soft moan of his name slipped out. Michaelā€™s hands pause as he finally acknowledges the stiffness that pressing against her soft butt and making his sweats tighter.
ā€œOh god...ā€ (Y/n) breathes out, palming the wall, ā€œDid you make yourself hard?ā€
He tilts his head.
ā€œHard, yā€™know,Ā horny? You never felt that before?ā€
He adjusts his head, hands refusing to leave your sides as he processes the fact that he isnā€™t feeling bloodlust, just the regular kind.
ā€œUgh, okay, lemme think... Does it hurt?ā€
A subtle nod.
ā€œOf course it does.ā€ She sighs shakily, trying to ignore the size of him against her crack, ā€œUm, fuck, Iā€™ll have to help you, wonā€™t I? Dammit, Iā€™ll lose my job.ā€
Michaelā€™s hands tighten on her sides, lowering to her hips to pull her back again.
ā€œWait... they canā€™t really fire me, can they? They need me, right? This is the calmest youā€™ve ever been thanks to me.ā€
He hunches over (Y/n) and buries his mask in the side of her neck as he hugs herā€” something sheā€™s only recently taught him how to do. She chuckles at the gesture but itā€™s replaced with a soft hum when he starts humping his aching erection against her ass, his hips gradually moving faster the closer he pulls her back to him. She lets out a shaky breath.
ā€œOkay, okay, okay; Iā€™ll help you, but you gotta be gentle and listen toĀ everythingĀ I say, alright?ā€
Michael nods into her neck, the papier-mĆ¢chĆ© mask scratching between her chin and shoulder.
ā€œIt might get a little hot, you sure you wanna keep your mask on?ā€
Another nod.
ā€œFirst, go lay back on your bed.ā€
His heavy body practically disappeared from the nurseā€™s back and when she turned she found him already laid back on his shitty mattress with his large cock twitching and trying to stand in his pants. She gulped as she made her way over, kicking off her heels and mentally preparing herself for everything: her explanation if her boss caught them, the ridicule if anyone else caught them... the fat cock practically dying to be let out. (Y/n) takes a breath as she pulls down his pants and underwear, letting all 9 inches spring free which earned a soft sigh from behind that mask.
ā€œHoly fuck...ā€ She whispers, her mouth-watering before she composes herself, ā€œI mean, um, better?ā€
Another subtle nod. The nurse hesitantly dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them before climbing on the bed and straddling the behemothā€™s muscular thighs, the action making her dress hiked up over her ass as she stared down at the throbbing dick standing before her pelvis. (Y/n) takes a breath and wraps her hand around the pole, stroking from the wide base to the tip, making it leak effortlessly.
ā€œGood god, where were you hiding this shit?ā€
Michael tilts his head back into his pillow with a huffĀ every time her hand passed over the leaky, sensitive tip that he was grinding against her butt, his eyes closing at the new sensation.
Ā 
ā€œYou like that? Feels better?ā€
He nods, hair disheveled all over his pillow. His nurse watches his chest rise and fall with every stroke over his pulsing veins, the sight making her drip onto him as she began humping him to get her own pleasure. Michael suddenlyĀ grabs her wrist with a huff, trying to convey the message of wanting it faster but his nurse thought he was being needy and carefully moved a little higher on his body with her palms planted firmly on his clothed chest.
ā€œBe gentle, okay?ā€
He was confused again but remained still to see what she was going to do since she held his cock upright. The killerā€™s body tensed slightly when she started to lower her cunt on him with groans through every inch until her jiggly form was somewhat seated on his lap. His eyes were wide behind the mask, watching her breasts rise and fall to the beat of her shaky breath as her tight, wet channel slid down his shaft.Ā (Y/n) tenses, gripping his shoulders tightly to which he sits up abruptly and grabs her hips to steady her on his lap.
"Yup, like that. You're gonna just hold my hips, okay?"
He grunts lowly behind the mask and guides her the rest of the way down until her cheeks are squished against his thighs. She looked up at him, already weak from the delicious feeling of his cockhead pressing on her cervix and his pulse throbbing against her g-spot. (Y/n) shivers in an attempt to control herself enough to tell him what was next but she was caught off guard by him abruptly sitting up, and dragging her up and down his fat cock by her hips.
ā€œWha- how d-do you... know how to...ā€ Her mind trails off from her body already seeking an orgasm, ā€œOh my god, Mike... right there...ā€
Hearing praise from his favorite nurse always made Michaelā€™s heart skip a beat regardless of him never showing it but now he made sure (Y/n) could feel just how much he loved hearing her approval even if it came in the form of moans and grunts. Her whimpers and groans were suddenly accompanied by a shaky hand that reached between them and pressed to his pelvis, trying to slow his thrusts while wet, squelching echoed off the cement walls of his room.
ā€œM-Mikey, wait, big guy. Gimme a...ā€ She trails off, eyes rolling back, ā€œGimme a fuckinā€™ minute, didnā€™t expect you to be so... ugh, my god~ā€
The Boogeyman stopped moving her for a moment only to grab her wrists as gently as he could and hold them behind her back with one hand while the other gripped her hip firmly before both hands worked together to resume her bounces her on his lap. She gasps out, throwing her head back andĀ archingĀ her back as she cums hard, her pussy spasming around him as he continues to wordlessly bounce her on his lap and fuck her through her intense, eye-crossing orgasm.
"Michael... Mikey, you're doing amazing, b-baby~"
She looks up at him, amazed and already dizzy from how steady and sure he was moving her, every drop followed by barely a huff. Not every lift from exertion, every fucking drop. He wasn't tired. Hell, he was never tired. (Y/n) clenched her fists behind her back tightly and moaned loudly with how delicious each stroke against her g-spot and hit against her cervix felt, glad she didn't have to teach him a goddamn thing.
But in the back of her mind she got the feeling that she might need to teach the Boogeyman was how to stop.
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(a/n): I cut it short tbh, but lmk if yall want it longer šŸ«°šŸ¾
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domripley Ā· 1 month ago
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Desperate for You
pairing: rhiannon lewis x reader
warnings: humping, stalker!rhiannon (but itā€™s subtle), light manipulation, top rhiannon, desperate rhiannon, mentions fucking, begging
summary: the woman youā€™ve been seeing on the bus decided to sit next to you.
kinktober 23/24: dry humping
edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows šŸ„°
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You sat down in the back of the bus, drowning out the noise with loud music, wanting to go home more than anything at this point. Your job sucked and so did your boss. You watched as a woman sat down next to you, giving you a small smile that you were quick to return.
You werenā€™t sure what her name was, but youā€™d seen her so many times that you were fine with her sitting next to you. You relaxed a bit, leaning your head back and closed your eyes as the bus finally began to drive off. You changed the song that was playing, looking over at the woman, curious as to what she looked like up close. To your surprise, you had caught her looking at you - but she was quick to dart her eyes somewhere else as if you hadnā€™t.
You took an earbud out. ā€œEverything okay?ā€ you asked, watching as her cheeks went red.
She nodded, ā€œYeah, sorry, I wasā€¦ just looking at the song thatā€™s playing. Youā€™re a fan of (Your Favorite Band)?ā€
You nodded, ā€œI am! I take it that youā€™re a fan of them as well?ā€
ā€œI am!ā€ she smiled, ā€œIā€™m Rhiannon and you must be (Your Name)?ā€
Rhiannon stuck her hand out and you took it, giving her a weird look. You had never given her your name - so you were unsure how she even knew it.
ā€œYeahā€¦ā€ you said, retracting your hand from hers. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure of what to say.
ā€œO- Oh sorry, I overheard you telling someone your name the other day.ā€ Rhiannon explained, which made you relax once more.
ā€œSorry, I just get worried sometimes,ā€ you explained, shaking your head. You felt stupid, almost ruining something before it even started.
She gave you an awkward smile, ā€œI understand.ā€
You smiled back, standing up when the bus came to your stop. You grabbed your stuff and left, although you now had a twenty minute walk. Normally, that would be your time to think about what you needed to do, but it was raining. Before you could turn back to get on the bus, it drove off - but Rhiannon was standing right behind you, making you jump.
ā€œWhat the fuck-!ā€ you cried out, ā€œYou scared the shit out of me.ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry, really,ā€ she said, sounding sympathetic, ā€œItā€™s pouring out. Here, use my umbrella.ā€
She opened it for you before handing it to you. The two of you walked together, and thankfully the rain stopped after a good ten minutes. ā€œYouā€™re soaked. My place isnā€™t that far from here; why donā€™t you come over and I can dry your clothes for you?ā€
You shook your head, ā€œItā€™s okay, I donā€™t want to bother you.ā€
Rhiannon put her hand on your shoulder, ā€œYouā€™re not bothering me at all. I donā€™t work tomorrow and I live alone, so itā€™s really no problem.ā€
You hesitated, ā€œIā€¦ I donā€™t knowā€¦ā€
You were unsure because you barely knew her. Sure, you didnā€™t think she could murder you, but you didnā€™t want to take any chances.
ā€œAt least let me get you something warm to drink,ā€ she pleaded, sticking out her bottom lip.
You took a deep breath, nodding, ā€œThat sounds lovely, thank you.ā€
You hated yourself for giving in so easily, but she was persistent and you were freezing.
Once you reached her house, she unlocked the door and let you in. You missed her looking around nervously before stepping in, but watched as she shut and locked her front door, mumbling something under her breath before going upstairs. You stood there awkwardly, looking around her living room.
After five minutes, she came back with a change of clothes thatā€¦ looked familiar, but you told her thank you and she showed you the way to the bathroom. You put them on and when you stepped out of the door, you were met by Rhiannon, who held out her hand to grab your wet clothes.
ā€œIā€™ll wash these,ā€ she stated. ā€œGo on and make yourself comfy, (Your Name). Iā€™ll make you something to drink: tea, coffee, anything you want.ā€
ā€œWater is fine with me,ā€ you called out.
Rhiannon said something, but you couldnā€™t quite hear what it was. You shrugged to yourself, sitting on the couch as you waited for her to come back. You looked at the clock, sighing when you saw that it was almost eleven pm. You needed to be home, in your own bed for work in the morning. Granted, you would probably be calling out, but still.
ā€œHey, sorry,ā€ she said. ā€œHereā€™s your water. Let me know if you want anything else, yeah?ā€
You nodded, ā€œI will.ā€
ā€œDo you want to watch anything? I have a nice collection of movies, or- or we can listen to music?ā€ Rhiannon suggested.
ā€œI should be going soon,ā€ you say, trying your best not to sound rude. You realize now that this was a dumb decision, considering you didnā€™t know who this was besides seeing her on the bus. ā€œThank you so much for washing my clothes and the water.ā€
You stood up, but Rhiannon stood up too. ā€œWait,ā€ she said, causing you to stop walking. You turned around to look at her, wanting to hear what she had to say. ā€œIā€™m sorry if youā€™re weirded out by all of this. Itā€™s justā€¦ I know we ride the same bus almost everyday, and this was our first time talking, butā€¦ please stay.ā€
You took a deep breath, ā€œIā€™ll stay.ā€
You knew you were going to regret this, but that was for you to worry about later. She led you back to the couch and when both of you were sat on it, Rhiannon placed her hand on your thigh.
ā€œYouā€™re so pretty,ā€ she hummed, rubbing the spot on your thigh that always turned you on. She pushed on it, causing you to moan.
You gasped, ā€œIā€™m so sorry, I-ā€œ
Rhiannon cut you off, leaning in and kissing you. You pulled away, eyes wide as you tried to process what just happened.
ā€œI- you donā€™t even have to let me fuck you, I justā€¦ I want to hump you,ā€ Rhiannon admitted.
This should have been your cue to run out of there and go home, but after she touched your thigh, you folded. ā€œO- Okay.ā€
Rhiannon led you upstairs to her bedroom, not giving you any time to look around as she pushed you onto the bed. ā€œHands and knees, keep your pants on,ā€ she instructed and you did as you were told.
You turned your head to the side so you could see her take off her pants and underwear. You licked your lips at the sight of her, wishing you could taste her.
ā€œSorry I didnā€™t shave,ā€ she sighed as she climbed onto the bed.
ā€œD- Donā€™t apologize,ā€ you whimpered as she grabbed you by your hips.
Rhiannon didnā€™t say anything as she started to grind against you. You whimpered, trying to push back against her, but she held you in place.
As she began to speed up her movements, wishing she would take your clothes off, you moaned out. You laid there and took what she gave you, Rhiannon snapped her hips as you stopped holding yourself up.
ā€œGod,ā€ she moaned.
ā€œPl- Please take my pants off, I need to feel you,ā€ you begged. To your surprise, Rhiannon stopped her movements, pulling your pants and underwear down to your ankles.
She held you in place, grinding against you and as you felt how wet she was, you grew closer to your own orgasm. Before you could say anything, she spoke up.
ā€œPlease, please, please let me fuck you. Iā€™ll go buy a toy as soon as I can,ā€ she begged, humping you harder. You cried out, gripping the sheets as she picked up her movements.
ā€Yes,ā€ you gasped.
Rhiannon came with a cry, riding out her orgasm. Before you could come, she pulled away. You bit back your groan, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
ā€œThat was really fun,ā€ she smiled.
You nodded, ā€œI agree.ā€
Maybe you werenā€™t going to regret this after all.
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annievrse Ā· 4 months ago
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robbers
chuuya x pm!reader ā€”į”£š­© fic w/c: 0.9k c/w: chuuya calls reader 'doll', guns & murder (ur literally a sniper) a/n: this was gonna be a lot more angsty, but I wanted some cutesy gross relationship shit, so here u go, my babies. enjoy!!
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Zooming in your scope, your eye is trained on a familiar redhead. You watch as he tries to talk his way out of an infiltration mission that had gone awry 10 minutes earlier, and with you as the Port Mafia's sniper, it's your job to ensure Chuuya gets out of there unharmed.
The earpiece lodged in your ear fizzles a string of words you can barely focus on, but you press it and talk anyway.
"Yes, Aktuagawa is on the roof," you mumble, lifting your head to confirm the questions streaming through your ear. Squinting into the setting sun, you see the younger boy walking along the edge of the building, hoping to get a better angle to attack. "Will take my shot. Over."
As you try to get comfortable, the leather of your vest and pants drag along the concrete roof you lay on. Steadying your breath, you aim for the head of the mastermind behind the organisation that had been killing ability-users for sport.
Now, you hold your breath and squeeze the trigger. There's no sound, but your hurried exhales, and you begin packing your gear instantly. There's no need to look to confirm your kill.
"ā€”inside is clearā€”"
"ā€”building empty, return to headquartersā€”"
The silence is deafening. The subtle ringing in your ear punctuates as such. A sudden crackle through your earpiece startles you as you descend the 38 flights of stairs to the street.
"You could've aimed a little more to the right. I got rat blood on me."
You shake your head. "Be grateful you're alive."
Chuuya scoffs, and you imagine him rolling his eyes. "He was an easy target; I would've easily taken him out."
"Just meet me downstairs, please," you sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. The stairwell is humid, and you're starting to sweat under all the leather you sport.
"Yes, ma'am."
You twist the device from your ear and shove it in your pocket.
Emerging from the building, you're hit with a gust of cool night air, the feeling both relieving and chilling. You squint into the darkness. The door behind you slams, and you jump, tripping over your foot and falling to the ground. You put your hand out to stop yourself and brace for the impact.
Except you don't make it to the dirt and are, instead, held mid-air by a familiar force. You roll your eyes when the commander of said force appears before you in the shape of a five-foot-something redhead.
"Careful, doll, don't need you breaking your trigger finger."
You give Chuuya a deadpan look, still surrounded by a red aura. He stalks toward you, the hem of his coat flapping in the wind. You look at him through your lashes and wish he'd let you fallā€”he gazes at you so intently that if he weren't Chuuya, you'd have punched him by now.
You feel yourself move upwards and stumble once you're on your feet again. Chuuya walks ahead, but his hand hovers behind him slightly.
"Well..." you say, grasping his fingers. You walk toward the PM car, which is parked in the distance.
Chuuya gives you a side look. "Well, what?"
"Well," you say. "Make yourself useful and kiss me."
Chuuya's eyebrows fly up and he stops. "Useful? I just saved your ass fromā€”"
You drop your bag and cover his cheek, smiling as your lips meet his. It's messy, and you swear you felt his teeth nip your bottom lip by accident, but it's nice. Chuuya's fingers tickle the sides of your neck, and he mumbles something incoherent.
You pull back an inch and peck his lips once more when he chases after you. "What?"
Chuuya sighs and leans his forehead against your shoulder, his hands moving to your waist. "Thanks for getting me outta there."
You laugh softly, burying your hands in his hair, moving his hat onto your head so it doesn't fall on the ground. He doesn't thank people often; he doesn't need to with his hatred of initially putting himself in that position and his constant obligation to save everyone.
You don't need his thanks; you never have, but you just kiss his cheek and reassure him. "Always."
Chuuya turns his head, and you feel him press delicate kisses on your neck. He trails his lips to your earlobe before laughing lowly in your ear, squeezing your sides.
You put your hands on his cheeks and pull him out of your neck. His face is squished between your palms, and you stop yourself from kissing him silly. Chuuya wraps his hands around your wrists, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your pulse points. His blue eyes stare into yours, and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle.
ā€œYou can stop staring now,ā€ Chuuya mumbles, his cheeks blooming red. He'd blame it on the breeze if you tease him about it.
You shake your head, smiling bashfully. ā€œNo, you look pretty."
"Oh, please," Chuuya scoffs, eyes sweeping the building behind you. The subordinates deemed the perimeter clear before, but Chuuya scowls at the place anyway. "Let's go."
Sighing, you pluck his hat off your head and put it back on his. "Lead the way, pretty boy."
Chuuya begrudgingly fixes his hat and swings your bag onto his shoulder. "Only if you stop calling me that."
You tsk, wrapping your arms around his middle. "Can't deny what's true."
Grumbling, Chuuya throws his arm over your shoulder and draws you into his side. "Whatever."
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justasecretflower Ā· 2 months ago
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šŸ„€ Meeting Jeff! The killer again after dating him before he was a proxyšŸ¤.
A/N- The long awaited sequel to my. Dating Jeff the killer before he was a proxy. Yes, I am still doing requests, except Iā€™m writing really slow because Iā€™m sick :(.
~fluff.
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- you met him again at a dingy old convenience store while you were out with your friends.
- he didnā€™t come back from murdering someone, he was just kinda hanging out and getting some junk food and thatā€™s when he saw you, and you saw him.
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One of my friends pushed open the door with an exaggerated heave, laughing with my other three friends. After a long night of bar hopping with my friends f/n suggested that we stock up on gas station junk food then have a movie marathon at their house. Everyone agreed of course, being absolutely wasted and it being a Saturday night.
I walked into the local convenience store. The flickering lights reminded me of a worn down elementary school, the metal shelves top to bottom filled with up with sugary sweet candy to salty and spicy chips. bunch of junk food and a slushy machine was turning and making 3 flavors of slushy. Mindlessly, I walk towards the chips aisle. My shoes lightly tap on the dirty cold floor, crossing my arms to gain warmth in the cool atmosphere while my eyes roll over the options. I hear someone strolling through the aisle with me, instinctively I look over to see..Jeff?
He was looking at me, his head turned and his eyes glittered in such a peculiar way that I had to make sure I was seeing things right. His cheeks were cut, making him have a permanent smile, his black hair now shoulder length and tousled, dirty black converse, and a white hoodie stained with some slightly dried up blood stains. He looks so different, so..not him? Like after he went away he lost all sanity, fell into the depths of a black hole to never return, never find himself again. Nonetheless his eyes were still the same the same ocean blue, the ocean that I fell into and happily let myself drown in, the eyes that looked at me, one day, with a deep affection, with love and care, the eyes that would scan over mine, and without any words create poetry in my soul. My heart squeezed and started thumping hard and fast, like out of instinct to try and reach out for him. Reach out for his touch, his voice, his arms. I couldnā€™t even get a word out before f/n stuck their head into the chips aisle and asked if I was done in a chipper voice.
I just take a bag of hot fries, eyes still trained on Jeff, and walk away from him, sensing his eyes still burned into my back. Like he was having a hard time taking his gaze away from me out of pure subconscious instinct. I may be reading into it too much.
But it seemed like we both wanted to say something to each other.
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- Jeff would follow you to your friends house that night.
- it took him awhile to muster up the words bubbling in his throat, stalking you and just..standing in front of you all the time.
- eventually he rasped out your name in the most desperate, lost, love-filled tone that made you literally almost fall down to your knees.
- his tone was more so of desperation because of the void left in his heart after he became a killer and you had left his life. He had needed you back, to fill it.
- he tells you what he does now, killing, in a casual manner. But inside? Heā€™s freaking out that youā€™ll leave him again.
- he canā€™t let anyone know heā€™s freaking out thoughā€¦
- comes through your window to your room all the time?
- dates are just the park at night like when you were kids. Alone in the slide together just talking about random stuff.
- that or youā€™re having a movie night.
- he doesnā€™t give physical affection that much. But he likes receiving it.
- heā€™ll just wait for you to be in the right position for him to lay down his head so you can play with his hair
- calls it ā€œstupidā€ (he loves it)
- bullies you /srs
- doesnā€™t introduce you to the other creeps not for your safety but because heā€™s jealous.
- randomly likes going into the forest just to aggressively push you up to a tree, grip your hair like thereā€™s no tomorrow and kiss you hard.
- then walks awayšŸ˜Ÿ
- whenever you say ā€œI love youā€ he says ā€œyou betterā€
- I donā€™t think heā€™s ever actually said ā€œI love youā€ as an adult to you.
- if you do ever end up visiting the mansion in his room, heā€™ll push you off him if someone walks in his room.
- scarily overprotective
- heā€™s such a meanie too.
- heā€™s overprotective, unstable, and mean.
- if youā€™re arguing, heā€™ll punch a wall near you just to scare you.
- Iā€™m sorry I romanticize him a lot you guys need this..
- when heā€™s gone for missions he doesnā€™t call or text.
- but when he gets back heā€™s super clingy even though he denies it.
- yes, heā€™s toxic. But heā€™s also just a really really mentally broken man that needs some love here and there.
- heā€™ll never give you a white picket fence dream. Heā€™ll give you like..random 7-11 runs at 1:30 am, and chug a monster while discussing random stuff
- he doesnā€™t call you pet names. If he does itā€™s baby and thatā€™s when heā€™s being super soft or sarcastic.
- definitely gave you a necklace with his blood in itā€¦
Hope you liked it!!
Working on a bunch of drafts rnāœļø
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brummiereader Ā· 4 days ago
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Binding Love (Part Four/ Dark!Tommy)
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Summary: After another eventful morning, and onslaught of demanding questions from your husband. Linda and Arthur's engagement party has you unexpectedly seeing another side of your husband, the side you continue to yearn for. But with revealing his former self to you, comes revelations that will horrify you.
Warnings: Dark!Tommy, language, violence, psychological mind games, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, manipulative behaviour, psychological abuse, mutual pining, angst, murder, smut.
Word Count: 5K
Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is late everyone. I had a busy week and not enough time to write. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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" When he turns up, can you have him call me?" your voice echoed down the line, fingers nervously twiddling with the twisted wire of the phone as you bit the corner of your bottom lip.
Last minute Larry his secretary had joked, you thought to yourself, reassuring your concerns as you placed the receiver down onto its brassy stand.
You just wanted to apologise, just wanted to hear the end of the nagging worries that had plagued you for the entirety of the night.
For Tommy had not only embarrassed you the previous evening with his raging paranoia, he had scared you. Scared you in a way that had your stomach turn, had you begin to fear for your own safety and the fate of your future, he held forever in his hands.
" Who was that?" your eyes snapped open to the sound of your husband's gravely voice ripiling down the curve of your neck, the lapels of his suit jacket gently brushing across the back of your flowing dress.
" No one" you flatly replied, your attempts to leave stopped by your husband's snaking hand slipping around your stomach.
" Don't lie to me, sweetheart" you felt the heat of his breath fan over your ear as he turned you around to face him.
Stood face to face, his looming frame pressed tightly against your heaving chest, forcing a suffocating response from you as you watched his gaze slowly drift to the telephone, brow cocking as he waited for your answer. " Well?"
"Mr Wyatts secretary. I just wanted to apologise, for leaving so...abruptly, last night" you chose your words wisely, choosing not to further rile his unpredictable temper up with lies he'd undoubtedly sive out as you attempted to pull away from his searching eyes.
" And how is, Mr Wyatt?" Tommy let go as his hand slipped into his jacket for a cigarette, clearing his throat of the curling smirk toying on the corner of his lips as he scooted his muddy boot away from you and the evidence of his nightly hobbies.
" Fine. He's fine" you replied, brow scrunching at his shuffling feet and usually pristine footwear inching away, when your intentions to be honest were overruled by a profund urge within you to not give your smug husband the satisfaction of thinking he'd gotten to someone.
But unbeknownst to you, he had gotten to someone. Gotten to someone in the most sinful, most derranged of ways that ended with a dead body and a trail of mud leading to his crime scene.
" Is that so, eh?" He took a lingering drag of the tobacco rolled between his fingers, blowing a cloud of smoke to the towering ceilings of your home before his eyes drifted down to meet yours with a glistening stare of mischievousness.
How sweet, how...Innocent, he thought to himself with amusement as your heart froze with a gut wrenching feeling of doubt that the previous night hadn't ended with Tommy's parting words and the slam of your bedroom door.
" Ay up, buttercup" Tommy's smirks left you with a sense of dread as his attention drifted to your daughter, nudging herself between your bodies,Ā  beaming up at her parents with a dimpled smile. " How's my girl, eh?"
" Suited and booted, Daddy" she replied with all the seriousness her rosy cheeked pout could muster.
" Right come on then, little soldier. Let's go" Tommy jostled in his pocket for his car keys as the loving smile for your six year old suddenly dropped from your face.
" Wait, i'm...i'm taking her" you looked back at your husband with a scrunched brow of annoyance, reinforcing your intentions with a firm hand to his chest to stop him from invading your morning routine, a routine you was adamant on keeping.
" The school called yesterday, while you were out...drinking" he played the doting father as he watched your fingers fall from his chest, a wave of shame reddening your cheeks.
" They want to speak with us, together" he grabbed your parting hand, closing the gap between you.
" But you would have known that if you were ever home, with your family" his blazing eyes of turquoise, still seething with jealousy from the previous day, bore into you with a hushed statement of blame.
Was he right? Had you been spending less time at home? Less time with your daughter? It was one evening...one. Or had it...had it been more than that? Your mind began to torment you with the seeds of doubt Tommy had sewn, for the confusion beginning to fester away at your already weary thoughts.
Playing you so harmously in tune to the sound of his own fiddle, you stepped away, your searching hand reaching for your daughter with a look of worry settled between your brow as you racked your brain over the last six months worth of tangled memories.
" Not gonna take the bus then? Get there on your own, on your own terms, after that song and dance you made last night, hm?" His pettiness came to a simmer as he stalked towards you, unwilling to let you forget how angry you had made him, how he had been forced to make such drastic decsions on your behalf to keep you safe.
Feeling the pull of Elsie's hand, giving you no choice but to let Tommy have his satisfaction upon seeing you give in, you followed your daughter without a peep of defiance to the car with your husband's passing comments whispering in your ear.Ā 
" That new life of yours lasted long, didn't it, darling?"
Unable to dodge the talking down from the headmaster you was sure you was about to get, you and Tommy got pulled to the side as your daughter joined her classmates for the day's activities.
" So?" Tommy huffed as he pulled out his pocket watch from within his waistcoat, convinced that whatever the man had to say was not worth his time nor patience.
" It's about your daughter's behaviour" the words of the suited man plunged your motherly worries into your stomach in one quick, sudden drop.
" What...what has she done?" You stepped forward from Tommy's side, concerned as to what had been so grave it warrented both you and your husband's prescence.
" Not only has she been misbehaving, Mr and Mrs Shelby, but she took it upon herself to pick the roses in the school yard during lunch yesterday. Earning her a detention, I assume you are both unaware of" his nose rose above his framed glasses as he judged not only your supposedly unruly child but you and Tommy, her unruly parents.
" You had my daughter sent to detention for picking a fucking flower?" Tommy stepped in front of you, brow furrowing at the punishment inflicted on your child for something he believed to be innocent, if not expected of any little girl or boy of her age.
" They were very special flowers, Mr..Mr Shelby. A school project, participated in by all the students" all superiority, his position as head teacher began to disapate as he caught sight of your husband's gun concealed beneath the heavy lapels of his coat.
" You're wasting our fucking time" Tommy scoffed, turning to leave with a guiding hand to your back, refusing to entertain the ridiculousness of the conversation and its supposed urgency.
" Tommy" you rested a gentle hand to his arm, a soothing enough touch to simmer the anger within him and have him take note of your welling eyes of worry.
" I'll have my gardener come and plant new ones. Better ones. We done now, Mr...?" Tommy waved his hand in front of him, swallowing back his irritation for your sake, if only to have the feeling of you seeking his support for a mere second longer, to feel that you needed him again.Ā 
" Mr Shelby, that will not solve your daughter's naughtiness. I've become aware of some news as of late. I must ask, is everything ok at home?" The head of the school pressed, daring to rile your husband up with his relentless questions.
" What was that, eh?" Your husband's patience with the matter in hand suddenly snapped into a demanding need to know what exactly possessed the man in front of him to ask such a thing.
" Well, I...heard that you were..." He stumbled out his response, suddenly conscious of how far he had pushed his questions as you tried to pull Tommy back from cracking his skull open.
" Married" Tommy pointed his finger as his body loomed over the man unable to keep to his own business and not prod into that of the notorious brummie gangster.
" We're leaving" a hand to your back had you rushing out the corridor as you stopped yourself from pushing his anger to boiling point with the true state of your marriage and your impending demands of divorce, yet to be settled.
" Fuck 'em, Y/N" he ushered you outside to the car.
" We'll change schools, to a private one" he settled the problem his money could solve, refusing to face the true issue.
" Fucking flowers..." He scoffed, reaching in his suit jacket for a cigarette to simmer his anger.
" Me and Arthur did far more than pick a few daisies to earn us detention, darling" a chuckle left his lips as he pulled out his lighter, eyes darting to the school he'd be inclined to see go up in flames, flowers and all.
" It's not about that, Tommy" you sighed as you watched his straining fingers attempt to light the flame in the drizzle that had turned into a lashing of rain.
" So, she's got Arthur's temper" he waved off your concerns, mumbling through the cigarette perched between his lips as his failing attempts to light it saw his patience dwindling.
" Your temper more like. Shelby temper" you huffed with folded arms, brow creasing as you watched his thumb repeatedly flick over the lighter's metal head without success.
" Tommy she's acting out, she's seeing too much.Ā  Us arguing, us fighti..."
" What do you want me do, eh Y/N?!" your husband snapped, throwing his soggy cigarette to the ground.
" You wanted this, not me!" he grabbed you by your arms as the pelting rain battered down onto your shoulders.
" Fuck Y/N, you really think...you really think I would give you up that easily? Let you leave me without a fight?" his head dropped down with a sigh of exhaustion as a silence washed over you with the rivers of water streaming past your feet.
" What are we doing, Tommy?" What are we doing to our little girl?" you began to sob, feeling his fingers clutch onto your arms, pulling you down with the weight of his body as his heavy shoulders slouched forward.
" Lets go home" he refused to answer as his head came up to meet the tears streaming down your cheeks, hand brushing the sorrowful sight of your drenched locks from your face.
" I'll walk" you pulled away with disappointment, turning to leave from the conversation you could never move past as his way continued to demand all control.
" Make my own way, remember? Get there on my own. So I can think, alone" you left him with the words he had spoken that morning, a string of words said in passing by him but ones that still continued to sting you.
" It's pissing it down, you'll get sick. Get in, I'll drive you home" you pushed off his attempts to usher you into the warmth of the car as you walked into the downpour.
" It'll do you know good to think alone Y/N. Y/N! " Tommy stood in the rain watching you walk away from him once again before nodding to his man lingering near by in an unspoken order to have him follow you when the insufferable sight of the detective that had be hassling you came into view, body propped up against the door of his car.
Always fucking there. Always trying to get to you, Tommy slammed his door shut as his eyes narrowed in, fingers turning the silver key in the ignition with only one plan of action in mind.Ā 
Foot pressed on the accelerator, Tommy sped towards him, swerving into his car with controlled prescion as the screeching tires skidding across the concrete came mere centimetres away from taking him out. A clear show of dominance by your husband, to prove to the inquisitive officer that nothing was beneath him, nothing he wouldn't do to keep the upper hand, to have you keep quiet.
He was just keeping you safe. Keeping everyone...safe.
Aching muscles and a sniveling nose, sick from your long pensive walk in the rain back to Arrow House, hadn't been on your list of things to endure before Linda and Arthur's engagement doo that evening. And with Tommy being right about the likely outcome of your stubbornness and refusal to have him drive you home, you had decided to drown yourself within the comfort of your bed than see the satisfaction on his face.
Curled up in within the freshly laundered sheets, you let yourself drift off to sleep as the man whose smugness you couldn't stand to face watched from the bedroom door, glass of water in hand with only a face of conern etched between his brows than the cockiness you thought you'd be met with.
" I hate to tell you I told you so, love" he quietly sighed as he padded towards you, placing the crystal tumbler on your bedside cabinet.
Perching himself on the edge of the bed, the weight of his own worries pushing his body down into the soft mattress as he ran his fingers through the length of his hair, pulling at the strands of stress.
" I can't help myself, darling" he confessed his lack of self-control in the silence, taking the opportunity to lay bare his sins as he watched you peacefully sleep, your mind momentarily free from the stress, from the shouting and arguing.
" Everything I do..." He stopped himself as he pinched his brow of the inner turmoil he felt. " Everthing I've done, it's been for you" he lifted his hand, inching it closer to your face and the lone twisted lock of hair resting on your cheek.
" I'm trying, love" he quietly added, his voice cracking under the weight of emotions scrambling up his throat, fully aware of his unpredictable temper that saw him doing the unspeakable, wholeheartedly believing his bloody hands were stained in your honour, for your safety.
" I'm just a man" he dulled his actions, justified his merciless slayings with his mortal, imperfect form as he brushed the lone ringlet of hair from your fluttering lashes.
"Y/N?" a part of him hoped you were listening, hoped you had heard his admissions of guilt.
" One day you'll forgive me" he snatched his hand away from your resting body, clearing his throat as he rose from the bed to flee his exposed vulnerabilities he felt foolish for laying bare as you began to stir in your sleep.
But rest was far from what you awoke to. For what was supposed to be a relieving sleep, turned into a thumping headache, drilling into the sides of your skull.
" Fuck" you huffed, lifting yourself from the covers as you forgoed the glass of water sitting on the table for the bottle of whiskey behind it.
If you were going to get through tonight, through Linda's obnoxious happiness, the reminder of your strained relationship, through this pummeling heachache, you would do it half conscious, you thought to yourself as you swigged back the amber liquid.
" Frances, what ever would I do without you?" your eyes drifted to the dress hooked on your bathroom door, your trusted housekeeper had managed to find for you after Tommy took it upon himself to rid you of anything that showed an inch of skin.
Fingers gliding over the silky crimson gown, you admired the beauty of the garment in front of you. It's soft fabric running through your palms until you came to a stop at the slit that Frances had sewn up after Tommy's demands.
Too high, too low, too much on show, Tommy's disaproving words rang in your head after the countless times he'd given his unwarranted opinions on your latest purchases.
At first you were flattered, flattered by his boyish jealousy that you'd comply. But when his jealousy came with a dousing of paranoia, and questions over who exactly you were dressing for, you began to resent the passionate show of love he'd shown.
Downing the last of the whiskey you threw the empty bottle on your bed before sizing up the satin dress and it's seemless sewing.
" There..." your face twisted as you pulled at the fabric, ripping the slit open and its looping threads one by one.
" That's better" you pulled the dress from its hanger, proping it up against your body to see your reflection in the mirror of your vanity and the provacating point you wanted to make.
Whether it be the whiskey that had fuelled your actions, the thumping headache or your frustrations with yourself for not standing your ground. One thing was sure, you was adamant on matching Tommy's pettiness and show him the true meaning of jealousy and the stark difference between what he believed was you challenging him.
" Tommy, don't" Ada's hushed voice turned to him, blocking your husband's eyes honed in on you giggling into the shoulder of a guest. A male guest. " She's just..."
"Trying to wind me up?" Tommy stepped away from his younger sister to see you glancing over at him, hips turning for him to see the provocking sight of your dress the way it was intended to be worn and not how he had Frances adjust it to his liking.
"...letting her hair down" Ada sighed, scooting herself back into his line of sight to save you from his glaring anger.
" Letting her hair down. Is that what that's called, eh?" he scoffed, tipping his glass in your direction, to the man accompanying you. The same man enthusiastically tending to your every need in a handsy display that had you flinch away, spilling the flute of champagne down yourself.
"Clumsy, clumsy" he chuckled, leering in as he pulled out his hankie to wipe the spilt droplets of bubbly that had trickled down your exposed thigh.
" Shit" Ada sighed, her protective stance not enough for her brothers fox-like eyes to see red the moment the gentleman beside you took it upon himself to dab away your clumsiness.
"It's ok, really" your panicked hands pulled the handkerchief from him as the shine of his gold cufflinks, encrusted with ruby gems caught your eye when a set of heavy footsteps appeared through your lashes.Ā 
" What are you playing at, eh?!" Tommy snatched you away to the darkened corner underneath your winding foyer stairs.
" Nothing" you huffed, lifting your glass to your painted lips with a pout, feeling your legs sway from side to side as the champagne and half bottle of whiskey you had chugged earlier began to take effect.
" I know what you're doing" he snatched the crystal glass from your hand, tossing it's contents on a nearby leafy houseplant, unfortunate enough to be within close vicinity.
" Good. Is it working?" Your brow arched, unable to stop the emerging teen girl from your younger years trying to rile up her boyfriend of one week.
" Yes" Tommy's response took you by surprise, his battered eyes tired of arguing, catching you off guard as his finger trailed up your bare leg, closing the silky fabric around your exposed skin to save your modesty. " I came to you earlier. Did you hear me whe..."
" Speeches, everyone! My Artie wants to say something" Linda's voice broke the tiny glimpse into your past, your husband's soft voice only reserved for you, free from demands, from the constant bickering that had taken over your daily life.
"Y/N, wait..." His reaching hand held onto the tips of your fingers, backing away to join the happy couple as Tommy's breathy sighs followed you, his change in mood confusing you enough to put up your guard in fear that his unexpected move was just another calculated step in his unwinnable game of toing and froing with your emotions.
Was Tommy finally done? Too tired to fight?
Ā " 'ere's to Arthur and Linda" everyone drew a breath as John's tipsy speech came to its highly anticipated end. His waving hand, gesturing a toast to the happy couple, seeing the last of his gin at the feet of Linda's emmaculate heels.
Too much joy, too much happiness for any Shelby family member to endure, John was not the only guest guzzling down buckets worth of alcohol to see themselves through the quiet evening of judgemental stares from church folk with glowing hallows sitting above their saintly heads.Ā 
"Right, yeh...thanks John boy" Arthur's twitching moustache and gangly legs rose from his seat only for his brother to pipe up with another string of words he'd have heard.Ā 
"One last thing, yeh" he clapped his hands together as you felt the gentlemen that had been lingering close to you all night scoot along the plush settee next to you. A move that had you slipping half of your seat away from his unwarranted attention you no longer sought out to irritate your husband with.Ā 
"May yous two one day 'ave the love of your hosts tonight. Alright lads, have at it. Bottoms up!" your heart raced at Johns drunken speech, watching him bring his empty glass up to his lips as your cheeks reddened with embarrassment at your and Tommy's contradicting relationship being made a highlight of the evening.
" Right John, let's get you some water" Ada hurried to her rambling brother, ushering him away from over indulging himself in anymore of Tommy's cellar full of booze as she mouthed her silent apologies to you.
" Never have I seen a love like that. It breaks my bloody heart, Ada. Breaks me 'art!" John's passionate speech continued as your welling eyes drifted up to the pining pare of your husband's and the impact your brother-in-law's unexpected words had mutually effected you both.
" Yes, we're all very heartbroken. Now, shut up" you heard the last of Ada's motherly tone drift from the room as one of Linda's guests took it upon themselves to drone out the awkward silence with an equally awkward, droning hym to top off the disastrous evening.
"The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee..."Ā 
Head downcast, you let your tears fall into your lap as the singing commenced, desperately trying to hide your seeping emotions and the slit in your dress with fumbling fingers as you glanced up at Tommy gesturing you with a tilt of his head to join him, to let him comfort you.
But with a downfall of tears worthy of the storm battering against the windows from outside, you fled from your seat to the empty confides of your foyer as Tommy lept up after you.
"Wher...where are you going?" the man that had hounded you all evening followed in suit, furious his intended fuck for night was getting away as Tommy shot his trusted friend Dogs a silent command to deal with the unwelcome guest until he'd checked on you.Ā 
" Are you a gambling man?" Johnny's chesire grin and looping arm wrapped around the gentleman's shoulders, guiding him out of Arrow Houses back door down to its vast landscape, and woody end.Ā 
" Five shillings here, says you won't be able to outrun..." the rules of Dogs game drifted outside with his steady steps into the night sky, until the faint shrieks of a scream could be heard amongst the improtu singing from within the warmth of your home.Ā 
Letting yourself fall into bed, you buried your head in your pillow as the soft click of the door closed and the dwindling sounds of the party faded out to Tommy's body settling itself next to you on the plush covers.Ā 
" Hey shh, c'mere" he pulled you into his chest, your reluctance rapidly fading as you nestled your cheek against his body. Needing the gentle side of your husband he'd let free for the evening to soothe the pang of heartache you felt, for the memories of the love you shared that had resurfaced after John's blundering speech.
" Bloody John, eh?" his chest rose with a chuckle, lacing his fingers in your hair as he inched his body closer to you when a stifled sob left your throat.
" I'm tired, Tommy. I'm so tired of everything" you sniffed, pawing at the cascade of unstoppable tears streaming down your cheeks with frustration as your husband gently lifted your chin to him.Ā 
" I know, darling" his voice echoed the sentiments you felt as he took over from your shakey hands, and gently wiped the pools of sadness from your lashes.Ā 
Eyes gazing longingly into each others, Tommy bet against any rejection you'd see his ego take another dramatic fall with, and pressed a chase kiss to your lips as you pulled your head away.Ā 
" Stop. Just stop ..." he sighed, turning you back to face him as his fingers glided down your neck, drawing you in with his tender touch.Ā 
" I love you" his nose brushed against yours as his eyes fluttered shut, hands gently squeezing at your body with his mouth agape with anticipation.Ā 
" Don't say you don't either" he swallowed back, fingers trailing under the curves of your breasts as he let out a breathy moan.
" I don't" you let the last of your tears fall from your cheeks as you abruptly turned your back to him, pushing his needy hands away.Ā 
" You're lying" he huffed, letting his head fall back against the silk cushion, arm rested above the lengths of his hair as he brushed along the bar of frustration across his brow.Ā 
" So those tears didn't mean anything then, eh? " he abruptly turned to slot his body behind you, lips kissing along your neck as he burrowed his hand under the cleavage of your dress, cupping your breast in his hand with a squeeze.Ā 
Eyes shooting open, you clawed at the bed sheets as a surge of pleasure rushed through your body, head dizzy with the image of your husband gently thrusting himself into your clothed body in the reflection of your bedroom window.Ā 
" Say it, Y/N. Say you love me, say you still want me, need me" his voice moaned with urgency as his eyes flew up to yours in the weathered glass.
"I don't..." Your voice hitched in a pitiful attempt to lie through your feelings as you pushed back to meet his straining erection pressed against your body.Ā 
In one swift movement, Tommy ripped the front of your dress, exposing your body for him to see in your shared reflection as your hand flew to his thigh, nails digging through the tailored fabric.Ā 
" Lies, all lies" he hissed, encouraged by the sweet sounds of your whimpers he'd longed to hear again. " Say it. Say it so we can forget about it all, about everything"Ā 
" I..." you bit your bottom lip, desperately trying to repress the strangled moan he was adamant on coaxing from you as he rolled his thumb around your stiffened nipple.Ā 
" I love you..." your voice cracked, eyes opening to the sudden feeling of your husband's hands coming to a stop as you stared back with teary eyes at him in the backdrop of the starry skies, reflecting your bodies in the window of your bedroom. " I never stopped...never"
Flipping you onto your back, Tommy's lips crashed onto yours in a seering kiss of passion, ridding you of what was left of your clothes and the suit that had him seperating himself from the heat of your body.Ā 
Hips snapping into you with each carefully positioned thrust, Tommy was adamant on making you forget, adamant on fucking you until he was convinced of your admission, until his paranoia let him believe it.Ā 
"No more fucking divorce, eh?" He groaned, pushing his throbbing cock into the depths of you as his body rippled with pleasure.Ā 
"No more separate rooms" his snapping hips sped up, causing a string of muffled moans to leave your swollen lips as you let yourself be free of the stress he'd induced.
"No more, Y/N. Say it?" He brought your legs up against his sweaty chest, lifting your lower body of the bed as he thrusted into you with abandon. Muscled arms straining, face scrunched as he desperately restrained himself from falling over the edge without an answer.
"Fuck...say it, sweetheart" He breathed heavily on the edge of blissful defeat as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. Both pining for each other, to feel at one with another like nothing had happened, like the many months worth of distress and arguing hadn't seperated you.Ā 
" No more...no more!" your head flew back to your cushion, hands grabbing at the sheets as he brought you to a heated ecstasy of pleasure, spilling months worth of longing into you with a strangled grunt as he threw his head back in relief.Ā 
Giving up, giving in. In that moment, not a thought or regret was spent caring. Tangled emotions and misplaced promises would be dealt with tomorrow. But for now, all you wanted was to feel your husband, be at one with him enough to let the crushing pain of his demands slip by.
Pulling you into his lap, Tommy brushed his tongue against yours as he reached between your sweating bodies to grab hold of his hardening cock, pulling you down onto him as his fiery breath bristled against your ear and he made his intentions known for the night.
"Again"Ā 
" And these flowers I can pick?" Your daughter skipped alongside you as you made your way down to the gardens.Ā 
" Yes, once they've bloomed, you can pick all of them. Every, single, one" you bent down to her little frame, sending her a playful wink as she ran off with an excited shriek.Ā 
Keeping a watchful eye on your daughter as she collected every mismatch stick she could find through the treeline to border her very own rose garden, your hand slipped across your stomach, hugging your body with a blissful smile as you recounted the passionate evening you had spent with Tommy last night.
" Mummy, we have moles!" Your daughter's voice alerted you to her discovery as you pulled yourself from your heated thoughts. " Fat ones!"Ā 
" Elsie!" You called back, weaving yourself through the towering trees, treading carefully along the woodlands grassy bedding, when a shining gold cufflink caught your eye.Ā Ā 
" Mummy, come look!" She excitedly shouted as you bent down to the curious object out of place amongst the woody surroundings, it's ruby encrusted focal point sparking a hazy memory within you. " They must be giants!"Ā 
"Giant moles, are you..." You laughed only to grab her by the hand and pull her back when you came face to face with the three heaps of mud in a line next to each other.Ā 
"Here mummy, daddy's" she gave you the matching cufflink she'd found on top of the freshly unearthed mountain, assuming the small piece of jewellery could belong to no one else but her father.Ā 
" Elsie....come" your eyes widened, pulling her away from what was not mole hills but graves. Three graves, each with distingualble shades of dirt, in a haunting timeline of murder that had stretched over many days, if not weeks.Ā 
The officer. The businessman. Unheard of since their encounters with you, your horrified eyes looked at the growing graveyard, convinced of who lay beneath each plot and their enforcers muddy boots, and remarks that trailed themselves back to their murder scene, when the clouds cleared your fogged memory about the small trinkets nestled within your palm. The gentlemen...
Hands clutching the cufflinks piercing against your reddening skin, your welling eyes unable to blink through the terror you felt had you pacing up the hill with shaky legs as your daughter ran ahead.Ā 
"Daddy!" she lept into the arms of Tommy making his way down to meet you with a content smile, body and soul free of his sins.
" Everything ok, darling?" he pressed a tender kiss to your lips as your stance stiffened, hand releasing the cufflinks from behind you back into the grassy lawn as your shakey voice answered...
" Perfect"Ā 
Ā 
Next Part coming soon!
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