#It just happened in the car out of nowhere and I threw up

[domripley]

Anything That Can Go Wrong

pairing: finn balor x damian priest x reader

warnings: noncon, dark finn, dark damian, oral sex (m receiving), begging, face slapping, choking, crying, tear licking, bisexual finn, bisexual damian, switch finn, forced creampies, mocking, victim blaming, blackmail, piss kink

summary: everything's been going wrong lately, it's about to get a lot worse.

gif credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

You let out a groan in frustration - your car had just broken down in the middle of nowhere. You had decided to take a trip to see your best friend after a very unlucky week. Having moved four hours away from them, you wanted to give them a nice surprise. It was something you were excited for, but it looked like your bad luck was following you once more. Hitting your steering wheel in frustration, making your horn go off, you felt like crying. If getting fired from your job wasn’t, then this was it - this was the worst thing that could happen. You reach for your phone that had fallen to the floor while you were driving.

When you had it, you tried to unlock it, but the screen wouldn’t budge. You threw it back onto the ground after realizing it was dead. You were having even worse luck and, for a minute, all you wanted was to know what you did to deserve all of this shit. You grabbed your bag and stepped out of the car. Soon, it was going to be too dark to be out here all alone, and you needed to get to a pay phone to call your friend as soon as you could. You were in the middle of nowhere and an hour and a half away from where you needed to be.

But as long as you got into town to make a call to your friend, you could worry about your car later. All you wanted to do was sleep and you knew you were going to get the best sleep of your life once your friend would come pick you up.

“Fuck!” you yelled, thinking of your trek ahead as you shut your car door. Making sure it was locked, you walked down the road.

You wanted to cry, but you weren’t sure if it was from the stress or because you were tired… or both. You just knew you needed to walk fast, needing much more time to walk than you would to drive. After what felt like twenty minutes of walking, you sat down on the grass. Pulling your water bottle out of your bag, you took a few sips before putting it back. It wasn’t too hot out, thankfully. You stood and continued to walk down the road, a little faster now that your car was out of your sight. You had no clue what time it was and how far you had already gone, but the sun was slowly going down.

As you stopped for another drink, a van pulled up to you.

“Hey, are you okay? We were driving and saw an abandoned car. Is that yours?” one of the men inside asked once he rolled his window down, making you freeze.

You couldn’t contain your relief. “Yes! Yes, that’s my car! I- do you think you can give me a ride into town please? I can give you gas money, that’s not a problem,” you suggested, causing the two men to look at each other.

“Yeah, we can help you, but you don’t have to give us gas money, really,” one of them said as he opened the van door and got out. “I’m Finn, and this is my boyfriend, Damian. Come on, you can sit between us. That seat’s a lot more comfortable than the seat I was sitting in.”

You got in without a second thought - you were just so happy and relieved that they were willing to help you out. Once you got in and Finn followed suit, Damian began to drive once more. It was quiet and it began to feel awkward. You bit your lip, telling yourself that it wasn’t going to be that long of a car ride and that it would be over soon. You were safe, so why were you beginning to feel uncomfortable? An hour into the ride, Damian spoke up.

“You headed home from work?” Damian asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

You shook your head, “No, I was on my way to surprise my friend that I hadn’t seen in a long time, but then my car broke down.”

You were too focused on looking at the road to notice the look Finn gave you. Damian continued to drive as the van got quiet again. After five minutes, Finn was the one to speak up this time.

“So… no one knows you’re here?” he asked.

You finally took your eyes off the road, turning to look at Finn. You were confused as to why he was asking that, but you decided not to question it - chalking it up to them just being curious.

“Yeah, no. Well, my family knows but it was supposed to be a surprise for my friend, Liv,” you admit, still not thinking anything of the specific questions, “Turn right up here.”

When Damian turned left, you were quick to point it out. “Hey, you turned left, I said right. I don’t think you heard me.”

What you said made Damian laugh, “Oh, I heard you loud and clear.”

“Wait. Wh-” you began, but Finn cut you off by grabbing you by your neck.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to accept rides from strangers when you were a kid?” Finn teased as Damian stopped off the side of the road.

He parked and turned off the car, then turned to look at you, a smile plastered on his face. “You’re such a pretty little thing. We never got your name.”

You stayed quiet, watching as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body so he was facing you fully. Finn unbuckled himself and then you, causing you to jump.

Finn moved you so you were completely facing Damian, running his fingers against your neck as Damian continued to stare at you. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but you knew you needed to get out of this.

You shook your head. “Please let me-” you tried to plead, but Damian slapped you across the face as hard as he could. Whimpering, you grabbed your cheek.

“We helped you with a ride, so you’re going to return the favor,” Finn whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. You leaned forward, trying to get away from Finn’s touch, only to be pulled into Damian’s as he grabbed you by your chin.

“I offered you money and you said that it was okay! That I didn’t have to pay you!” you shouted, causing Damian to shove two fingers into your mouth with his free hand.

“Yeah, you didn’t have to pay us with money,” he agreed, “But you have other ways of paying for the good deed we did…”

Damian continued to fuck your mouth with his fingers, not wanting to hear any pathetic attempt to get them to let you go - but he knew Finn wanted to hear them. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth after one final push into the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Please… please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You can have all my money and my credit cards - everything. Please just let me go,” you begged.

Damian chuckled, “I’ll tell you what, sweet thing: if you suck my cock all nice and pretty, and you make me come, we’ll let you go right after.”

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief. “How do I know you’re going to let me go right after?”

“You have our word. Right, babe?” Damian asked, watching as Finn leaned in and kissed your neck.

“Right,” Finn agreed, “All you’ve got to do is suck his cock like a good girl and we’ll let you go. We’re telling the truth, you have to believe us.”

”But-“ you began before Damian cut you off again.

”We helped you out, and now you’re going to help us out,” he smirked.

”U-us? You said I only had to suck your cock. Come on, just let me go!” you whimpered.

Damian shook his head. “What’s not clicking with you? We’re not letting you go until you suck my cock and if you must know, my boyfriend prefers to watch when a pretty girl is getting me off.”

You sighed, realizing that you weren’t going to get out of this without doing what they wanted you to do. When Damian let go of your chin finally, you hung your head.

”Fine… I’ll do it,” you whispered.

Finn laughed in your ear, “Louder, princess, I don’t think he heard you.”

“I’ll suck your cock,” you said, louder this time.

You watched as Damian brought his hands down to his pants and took his time unbuckling his belt. You wanted to get it over with and try to forget about this interaction as quickly as you could. You were planning on keeping your word, not wanting to tell anyone what was about to happen. But as Damian pulled his pants down to his knees, and you saw how hard he already was, you began to panic.

“Well? Get to it. Take my cock out and use that pretty little mouth on me.” Damian pushed, but when you hesitated, he huffed impatiently. “Fine. You wanna be like that?”

Grabbing you by your hair, Damian brought your face down to his clothed cock. “Go on. Do I have to take my cock out for you too?” he groaned, but you shook your head as best as you could with him still holding you by your hair.

You brought your hand up to his boxers, pulling them down as best as you could with one hand. Damian let go of your hair, shaking his head. “Let’s move her to the back, we’ll have more room there,” Damian said.

Finn nodded, turning to open his door. Grabbing you, he forcibly pulled you out of the car as Damian got out. This was your chance - you needed to try and get away. You brought your head back, connecting with Finn’s face as he let you go.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed, grabbing his face as you took off running.

Suddenly, Damian appeared out of what seemed nowhere and grabbed you. “Are you that fucking stupid? We were going to let you go once you did this, but now? No. Finn, open the door,” he snapped, and as Finn got to the van, Damian grabbed you by the throat, “You do that again and you’re done. Do you understand?!”

“Just let me go!” you cried out as Finn opened the van doors, “No! Stop! Let me go!”

Damian threw you into the back of the van, not caring how rough he was being. He was angry and you knew you had fucked up. Getting in the van after throwing you in it, he pulled his boxers down, kicking both his pants and underwear off so he could move around more. He wasn’t wasting any time anymore, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you onto his cock.

“You bite my cock and I’ll cut your tongue off, do you understand me?” he snapped, pulling you off him. Slapping you across the face, he asked once more. “Do you?”

You didn’t answer, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but that only made him angrier. Slapping you again, he snapped, “If you’re not going to answer me, I’m just going to fuck your ass.”

“No, no, no, please, I won’t bite your cock, I promise,” you cried, tearing up.

Finn groaned, his shirt bloody, and you knew you had broken his nose. “C’mon, let me have her first, Dam. She broke my nose!”

Damian rolled his eyes, “Fine, but if you think I’m just going to sit and watch, you’re wrong.”

Finn glared at him, but decided against saying anything in return. You turned your head to watch as Finn got into the back of the van. “Can you take her clothes off? I don’t need her to suck my cock,” Finn said, and Damian nodded.

Damian grabbed you by your shirt, pulling it off quickly, not giving you any time to fight him. You began to struggle again and Damian grabbed his pants, pulling out a pocket knife from one of his pockets. Opening it, he threatened through gritted teeth, “Am I going to have to use this on you? Because it sure would be a waste of a pretty little fleshlight…”

You stopped struggling, earning a smile from Damian. “Good girl,” he praised, making you sick to your stomach with disgust.

”Don’t call me that,” you snapped.

“You’re in no position to be making any demands, dumb whore. You’re ours for now and you’ll be called whatever we want to call you,” Finn snapped as he pulled his pants and underwear off, “Fuck, you really fucked my nose up but it made my cock so fuckin’ hard. Maybe if you’re good, Damian will fuck me in front of you before we send you off?”

You shook your head, “I want to go home.”

”Yeah, we noticed. Now get on your back for me,” Finn pushed.

When you didn’t budge, Damian pushed you down onto your back.

”You really think we won’t just force you, huh?” Damian asked.

Finn pulled your shorts off you, but he left your underwear on. Finn forced your legs apart, biting his lip as he looked down to see the wet spot on your underwear. “You know,” Finn began, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping it on your clothed pussy, “For someone who’s begging to go home and telling us ‘no’, you sure are soaked. Dam, babe, you’ve got to look. You see that?”

Damian leaned over you, looking at where Finn was pointing at. “Shit, she is wet. You know what that means?” he asked you.

You shook your head in response.

”It means you want this,” Damian concluded, bringing the pocket knife to your bra, “You’re giving us your consent.”

You shook your head, “No! I don’t want this, please!”

Finn pushed your underwear to the side, shaking his head with a smile plastered on his face. “You’re so pathetic,” he breathed, rubbing the tip of his cock roughly against your clit, “God, your cunt’s fucking wet.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance, but stopped himself. Pulling away and pulling your underwear off, he threw them where your shorts were. Lining himself up, he breathed, “Tell me you want this and maybe I’ll be nice and gentle with you.”

You bit your lip. You didn’t want him to hurt you and his cock was thicker than what you were used to. “I-I want it. Please fuck me.”

Finn smirked, “You really are too trusting. I lied.”

Before you could process what he had said, Finn roughly pushed himself inside of you. Bottoming out, he laughed as you cried out in pain. “Scream all you want, baby - no one’s going to hear you.”

“Fuck, your cock look so good going in and out of her,” Damian groaned, gripping his own and stroking it slowly. He would never admit just how much he enjoyed watching Finn fuck you. Sitting back comfortably, he decided he wanted to keep watching before joining.

”How does she feel, baby?” Damian asked, biting his lip as Finn wrapped his hand around your throat, ignoring your whimpering.

“So fucking tight and when I choke her a bit, she squeezes my cock - but if she keeps that up, I’m going to come already,” Finn moaned, letting go of your neck.

“I’ve got to piss,” Damian sighed, moving so he was on his knees.

You turned to look at him, thinking he was going to go outside. Instead, he moved closer to your face and looked down at you with a knowing smile. “Close your eyes, pretty girl; you’re not going to want to get my piss in them.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and as he began to piss on you, you started crying. The warm liquid landed on your face, but ran down your neck. You felt gross, your stomach turning in disgust as Finn continued to fuck you.

“Such a pretty toilet,” Damian praised, “Say ‘thank you, Daddy, thank you for using me as a toilet’.”

While he waited for your response, he turned to grab a bag that was behind him. “Well?” he asked, opening the bag and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, “Stop fucking her and put these on her.”

Damian handed the handcuffs to Finn, and Finn did what he was told. You tried to fight him off, but Damian grabbed your arms and held them in place. “You’re really starting to fucking annoy me, you know that? Why can’t you just be a good little fleshlight and let us do what we want with you? You’re making things so much more difficult than they need to be and it’s getting real old, real fast.”

Finn finally put the handcuffs on you, making sure they were on tight before he picked his pace up again. “Fuck, she looks so fucking good with your piss all over her face and chest. Such a pretty toilet.”

He resumed his pace, bringing his hand down to rub at your clit, making you whimper. Damian chuckled, “Yeah? That feel good?”

You shook your head, biting your lip hard as Damian wrapped his hand around your throat once he sat back down. “You must be having a good time; you’re not struggling as much, huh? So pathetic.”

You began to struggle against both Finn and Damian, not wanting to allow them to call you pathetic. Of course, you couldn’t do much; you were handcuffed and they were both holding you down. Damian squeezed your neck hard. “Stop fucking struggling, or I’ll keep going and you won’t be breathing any more, I promise you that.”

You stopped struggling, earning a smile from Damian. Caressing your cheek, he whispered, “Such a good girl. I love feeling how sticky your cheek is, makes me want to piss on you some more.”

Damian let go of your neck and reached down, taking one of your nipples between his fingers. You cried out when Damian pinched it as hard as he could. Shaking your head, you felt an orgasm start to build. You didn’t want this - you didn’t want to come, but your body was betraying you.

“She’s squeezing my cock again. I think she’s about to come, Dam,” Finn moaned, watching his boyfriend’s fingers play with your nipples, “Pull ‘em again, harder this time.”

Damian did as Finn suggested, pulling as hard as he could. You came with a cry, grinding on Finn’s cock without realizing it as you rode out your high. Finn watched as you did, licking his lips as he realized that his own orgasm was approaching as well. Then he pulled out of you, stroking his cock fast, and came on your pussy.

“You’re going to like her cunt,” Finn sighed, trying to catch his breath, “Switch spots with me.”

Damian nodded, moving around you as Finn did the same. Unlike Finn, Damian didn’t waste any time. Lining the tip of his cock to your entrance, he pushed in. You cried out, his cock was stretching you out more than Finn’s did.

He began to fuck you at a bruising pace, not bothering to give you time to adjust to him. “You weren’t joking, she’s so fucking wet. Feels so fucking good,” Damian chuckled, pushing your legs apart so he had a better view of his cock going in and out of your pussy. “Grab your phone, I want you to take some pictures, want to be able to look back at this moment and remember how good we fucked her.”

You shook your head as Finn got out of the back of the van. “Please, no! Don’t take any photos of me like this.”

”Please no. Don’t take any photos of me,” Damian mocked, fucking you harder, “It’s also going to be our insurance. If you try to tell anyone, we’ll be posting everything we take on the internet.”

You began to cry again, unsure of when you had stopped. Damian stopped fucking you, leaning down and running his tongue from your chin up to below your eye. Pulling back, Damian hummed. “Your tears taste so good mixed in with my dried up piss.”

When Finn got back into the van, he handed the phone to Damian. “Can you pull out and let me do something really quick, Dam?”

Damian gave him an odd look, but soon realized what Finn wanted to do. “Fuck, yeah, c’mere and use our pretty little toilet.”

Damian moved out of the way, stroking his cock as Finn pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy. “Gonna fill you up with my piss and you’re going to try and hold it until Damian starts fucking you, do you understand?”

You shook your head again. “That’s no-” you began, but as Finn began to piss inside of you, you stopped talking. Damian opened the camera on Finn’s phone and began to record. You bit your lip, trying your best to stay still, but some of his piss began to leak out of you. When Finn pulled out quickly, you clenched around nothing, trying to hold in as much of his piss as you could. You all knew you would fail at this, but that didn’t stop Damian from teasing you.

“Aw, poor baby,” Damian pouted, “You’ve made such a mess in our van. Such a bad girl.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to make a mess. I’m sorry,” you began.

“You’re going to be sorry, baby. Now, should I fuck your ass because you’ve made such a mess? We can’t trust this cunt of yours,” Damian sighed, contemplating as you try to close your legs.

Damian pushed your legs apart roughly, and you brought your hands down to try and pry his off your thighs. Your hands were still in handcuffs, making it more difficult for you to use all your strength. Finn grabbed your hands, pulling them back over your head.

“You’re lucky I want to fuck your cunt,” Damian commented, “Watching my boyfriend fuck you and piss inside you has made me painfully hard and I don’t have time for anal.”

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed into you once more. You tried your best to focus on the fact that he was rushing, that you would be with your friend soon and you were going to be safe. You were going to keep your word - you were going to keep this to yourself and you weren’t going to tell a soul.

“Fuck,” Damian groaned, “You feel so fucking good.”

You opened your eyes, staring up at the van’s ceiling as Damian continued to fuck you. You were imagining yourself in a better place, hoping that that would get you through it. Damian noticed fairly quickly, but didn’t bother trying to get you to focus on him; he was close and he was going to make sure that you’d remember both Finn and himself forever. Finn began to take a few pictures of your face, tits, and Damian’s cock going in and out of you. You shook your head, realizing you were still being fucked by Damian.

“Fuck, gonna come,” Damian moaned.

You weren’t sure how long he had been fucking you, but you shook your head, realizing that he wasn’t pulling out like Finn had. He was fucking you at a much rougher pace than before, and when he stilled his movements, he came with a groan. “Fuckin’ hell,” he sighed, pulling out of you, “That was really, really fun.”

Finn cleared his throat, giving Damian a knowing look.

“What is it, baby?” Damian asked, grabbing your shirt and handing it to you.

“You uh… you said I could clean you off whenever we did this,” Finn said, biting his lip, his face heating up with embarrassment.

Damian licked his lips. “I’ll let you later, how about that?” Damian asked, trying to move you along.

Finn rolled his eyes. “It's not the same, babe,” he whined.

“Grab your clothes and go,” Damian told you, ignoring Finn’s complaining. You cried out as Damian grabbed you by your neck. “But remember, we have photos and videos of you and if you try to tell anyone, it will be sent to every single person that you love. Do you understand? Hm?”

You held onto your clothes as tight as you could, trying your best to nod in agreement. Damian let go of your neck, allowing you to answer his question. “I-I understand. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good girl. Now get dressed and go where you need to go - we won’t follow you,” Finn said.

You gave him a suspicious look, not believing a word he said. Finn put his hands up in defense. “Honestly, we’ve got things to do and you’ve paid off our good deed anyway. What more do we need?” Finn stated, but it sounded more like a question to you.

You didn’t say anything in response, but quickly put your close on. You got out of the van faster than you had expected, fearing they might suddenly change their minds about letting you go.

You quickly walked down the road, heading for town, not hearing what Finn began to say. “Are we really letting her go? Just like that, Dam?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“You must not know me. I want to see this friend of hers. Maybe we can pay them a visit tonight?” Damian suggested, watching as Finn pulled his pants back up.

“First I need to get my fucking nose checked out. She broke it and it fucking hurts,” Finn groaned.

Damian nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

You weren’t sure if you would ever surprise your friend again after this, but you had no idea what awaited you later that night.

#my writing #mine #dark au #dark boyfriends #dark damian #dark finn

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Going absolutely feral over Mechanic!Simon and how you met him :(( I just want him so badddd

TW: pervy!Simon, smut, creampie, possessive!Simon, dirty talk (praise), he just wants you so bad girl, swearing, kinda naive!reader, brief mention of spanking

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Just imagine you’re driving through a shitty little town somewhere in England, you don’t even know where you are at this point.

Your ex just kicked you out of your shared apartment in the middle of the night and you have nowhere else to go, your only option is to drive in your little shit box of a car as far away from him as possible. 

Of course its poring rain and of course your car breaks down in the middle of the road surrounded by scary looking government houses and a very obviously high homeless guy screaming and yelling all sorts of profanities :(

With shaky hands you quickly look up every mechanic in town on your phone, its almost dead and none of them answer :( of course they wouldn’t! Its the middle of the night! 

You don’t have insurance either! Everything is going wrong, you’re so lost and scared :( 

You start to panic when there’s only one number left, with a shaky breath you call it and just as you think you're out of luck, a deep cranky voice answers begrudgingly obviously pissed that someone dared to call him at this hour.

Tomorrow is his only day off for the week  >:(

Simons personal number was attached to the shop after Price promoted him to manager, now he has all sorts of dumb fucks calling him all times of the day and he hates it!!

But how could he say no? A poor girl called him in tears gasping for air between sobs and absolutely hysterical :((((  His not an ethical guy and a young girl like you that knows absolutely nothing about cars :( imagine all the extra money he could charge you? You wouldn’t question it either! Oh how could he say no to such a silly girl…

After what feels like hours a very tall, bulky, thick man with a scary balaclava knocks on your driver seat window and you scream so loud!!! His so scary and big! And his eyes! They’re are so angry :(((( he must be so angry at you for calling him :( you feel so bad :(

After he loads your car onto the tow truck he insists on driving you home

“Ohh come on sweetheart, would hate to see a pretty baby like you stuck in the rain, let me take you home darlin’” 

His so pervy too! Subtly touching your arse and looking at your hard nipples that poke through you soaked shirt :(

He can’t help it! You can’t blame him! You’re not wearing a bra! 

And with a beautiful face like yours and a body like that, what did you expect him to do? Not eye fuck you? Don’t be ridiculous. 

You tell him that you have nowhere to go because your shitty ex threw you out and Si insisted you stay with him!!

“Oh pet, you poor poor girl, you want to get a room at a motel? No. Nooo. That’s no place for a doll like you, come stay with me darlin’, come on sweets, I’ll sleep on the couch, promise yeah?”

“I’m just tryna’ keep ya safe honey, its not nice around these parts, okay? hate for somthin’ to happen to ya”

And you know his right :( he came all this way in the middle of the night, left his comfy bed in the  pouring rain just to help you, his from around these parts and he knows best!

His voice is so deep and husky, you just know a man like him could keep you safe!

You jump in the shops tow truck and he insist you take off your soaking shirt and put on his company jacket. 

Its covered in oil and dirt, smells like cigarettes and is wayyyy to big for you. “Riley” is printed onto the left breast pocket with a large logo with the words “Price’s Motor Repairs” on the back. 

Its so disgusting and smells musky but something about it makes your pussy clench!!! His so manly, so dominant, how could you not get turned on by him!!! You could feel his eyes roam your breasts as you sit in his jacket, chest completely bare underneath, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric :(((

Once you reach the shop, he drops your car off then shows you around.

He wants to impress you sooooo bad, showing you all sorts of tools and telling you what he uses them for, how he uses them to fix things. The whole time his talking all you could look at is his big muscly arms as he purposely flexes them for you. 

Never in his life has he seen such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl and all he wants to do is bend you over his modified truck and fuck you so hard you’re creaming on his cock :(

And that’s exactly what he does! Before driving you back to his, he has you bent over, back arched and his callused hand wrapped around your hair as he ruts into you while you're still in his company jacket :((((

Your poor pussy hasn’t taken such a big girthy cock before, his wide hips connecting with your arse and slamming your much smaller body into the hood of his car :3 

Thrusts so deep his car shakes from the force :)

As you moan and babble completely cock drunk you can hear him snickering and grunting behind you, whispering dirty words in your ear 

Praising you between grunts….

“Look at you love, fuck, look at that perfect fuckin’ pussy, taking my cock so well, such a good girl, aren’t ya?” As he pounds into you so deep the tip of his leaking cock touches your cervix. A small squeal exiting your lips as he holds you there for a second, letting you feel for the first time what a real deep pounding feels like :)

“Never been fucked this good have ya baby? Never cum his hard before” he’d snicker has you cum for the third time, legs shaking and mascara running not from the rain this time, but from the tears of pure pleasure his so kindly giving you :(

And of course his coming inside of you! His loads are so big as well, when he finally lets himself cum he absolutely floods your pussy :)))

Your moans bounce around the tin walls of the shop, the sound of him slapping your arse echoing  at the same time

You can feel the hot ropes shoot up inside of you as he continues to slowly thrust making sure none of it goes to waste. 

He tries to suppress his moan, disguising them as grunts but a few slip past his lips :( 

He doesn't pull out but that doesn’t stop his cum from leaking out of your cunt and down you beautiful thighs, 

“Look at tha’ baby, fuckin’ hell, you did so good for me my gorgeous girl, so fuckin’ good”

He just met you but his already so, so possessive. :)

He carries you to his truck because your legs feel like jelly :( his so gentle with you too, whispering in your ear how good you did for him and how you're such an obedient girl, his obedient girl. 

You fall sleep in his truck, curled up in the passenger seat, his company jacket still wrapped around your bare chest. 

You’ve had such a big night and the sound of the soft radio and drizzle of rain lulls you to sleep. 

You wake up in Si’s arms as his gently placing you into his bed. 

“You’re alrigh’ darlin’, jus’ close ya eyes for me, ill be here”

Its safe to say he didn’t take the couch that night :3

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[wileys-russo]

Miscommunication please 🙏

miscommunication

"my god babe what is in this? bricks?" alessia heaved as she picked up the box, making an extra effort to dramatically struggle with it as you rolled your eyes. "you know if you're not strong enough baby i can just call like katie or jen or-" you picked up your phone as alessia's eyes widened.

"no! we don't need anyones help." she huffed and carried the box inside now with much more ease as you smiled, picking up the last one from the boot of your car and kicking the door closed, following after her.

"is that the last one?" your girlfriend asked once you'd both carefully placed down the boxes with the growing collection of your belongings. "for today? yes." you smiled tiredly, melting into alessia's arms.

"you know you could start a little moving company if this football business doesn't work out." you mumbled into her chest, teasingly squeezing her biceps, chuckling as she purposefully flexed them, kissing the top of your head.

"oh wait!" you frowned as suddenly alessia was dragging you back outside, stopping on the front steps. "baby what-" though your words were replaced with a gasp as she picked you up bridal style. "we're not married alessia!" you threw your head back laughing as she carried you over the threshold of the front door, flicking it closed with her foot and your breath caught as she nearly tripped but caught herself.

"clumsy girl." you tutted poking at her nose with a smile as she walked the two of you into the living room, dropping you onto her lounge and settling herself on top of you. "welcome home baby." alessia smiled softly, affectionately moving your hair out of your face as she stared down at you adoringly.

"i've always been home whenever i'm with you lessi." you confessed, messing about with her fingers and grinning at the slight blush that coated her cheeks at your words.

"but now this is our home! home with my pretty girl who lives here with me! and i get to wake up to her beautiful face every single day!" alessia sang out happily, attacking your face with kisses as your melodic laughter floated around the room causing her heart to somehow fill with even more love for you.

"i love you so much." you sighed happily once she'd calmed down and your legs tangled with hers, playing with the soft strands of her blonde hair as her chin rested on your sternum, eyes shining with an endless amount of adoration for you.

"i love you so much my beautiful girl."

that next morning you frowned as you woke to cold sheets, alessia nowhere to be found as you called out for her, wandering the house and checking each room but coming up empty.

finally you noticed a note on the fridge, smiling at the sweet words and a promise she would be back soon but had something she needed to help her mum with this morning. and with that you retreated back to bed, grabbing one of your girlfriends hoodies from her half of the wardrobe, curling up with it and dozing back off.

meanwhile on the other side of town alessia sat by herself in your sisters favourite cafe, bouncing her knee nervously as her eyes scanned the door every few seconds waiting impatiently for leah to appear.

finally the bell chimed and in walked the captain, smiling warmly at the younger girl though she looked a little puzzled seeing she was alone. "it's just me, she's at home." alessia was quick to explain, sliding leahs hot chocolate over toward her she'd already ordered ahead of time.

"right." leah nodded warily, sipping on the warm drink as her eyes scanned the clearly terrified features of the blonde across the table from her. "what's happened alessia? you look like you've seen a ghost." leah questioned, her firm tone only causing alessia to spiral more as she shifted in her seat.

"um, well." alessia started, clearing her throat and taking a much too large mouthful of her coffee which slid down the wrong way causing her to cough and splutter. "i'm good! thank you." she wheezed out as a worker hurried over with a glass of water.

"less may i be blunt?" leah questioned as the girl nodded, still trying to catch her breath taking small sips of water from the glass clenched tightly in her shaking hand.

"you are clearly nervous to tell me whatever you need to. so i'll save you some time and just say if you've hurt her, or you intend to break up with her, or god forbid you've cheated you'll need much more than water to help yourself, and there is not a corner of the earth you will be able to hide from me alessia." leah warned seriously, placing down her hot chocolate and fixing her teammate with an intensely intimidating glare.

"no no no! nothing like that, i promise." alessia rambled out quickly, hand now shaking so much she needed to put down her water, leahs glare melting into a confused frown. "i need to ask you something, not tell you anything." alessia started taking a deep breath.

leahs frown deepened as the strikers hand dipped into her pocket, but it exploded into a wide eyed grimace of surprise as the small velvet box was placed on the table between them. "is that...?" leah breathed out as the blonde nodded, popping open the small box.

"jesus christ less, thats a rock." leah exhaled, alessia gesturing for her to take it as your sister very carefully picked up the box, admiring the ring inside with a tender touch.

"i will obviously speak to your mum as well. but you mean so much to her and to me, i wanted you to be the first person to know and the first person i ask." alessia spoke, a little more calmly now seeing leahs reaction wasn't what she dreaded.

"you're asking me for a blessing to marry my little sister?" leah questioned with a raised eyebrow of surprise, gently placing the box back down as alessia carefully closed it.

"yes. i look up to you leah, not in the same way she does but your opinion and your blessing means more than you know." alessia murmured quietly, biting her bottom lip anxiously as her knee bounced.

"when do you plan to ask her?" leah questioned, sipping on her drink as alessia sighed. "not yet. i haven't figured it all out honestly, but i know i want to spend the rest of my life with her leah. and i swear to god i will never hurt her or leave her or mistreat her, if i ever do i give you my full permission to hunt me down." alessia promised, eyes boring into her captains, desperate for any sort of approval which was not lost on the older girl across from her.

"alessia. you're a good girl and my sister loves you more than anything. all i ever want for her is to be happy and loved which clearly she is. of course you have my blessing." leah smiled softly, reaching across the table to squeeze the strikers hand whose entirely body seemed to slump in relief.

"but i'll still be taking you up on that offer of hunting you down if you ever hurt her and like i said less there isn't a single corner of the earth you could hide from me if you do."

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Tiny ideas 2

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1. Danny, in his new and very human black and white vigilante outfit runs past Penguin who had gotten soaked when a car full of hooligans wearing clown masks ran threw a puddle and splashed him.

Danny, not knowing who this was, tapped him on the shoulder as he ran past, running his intangibility through the man and letting the water fall off him, leaving him nice and dry again.

Penguin makes note to pay both back in very different ways.

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2. Phantom, having been exorcisized from Amity Park and essentially banished and unable to return, roams around the multiverse looking for something to do.

Upon coming across the creepiest doll hes ever seen in a trash bin, he decides to mess with some local bat themed vigilantes and possesses the doll.

His first victim is Red Robin. Danny in all his creepy doll glory toddles out from behind a chimney as his target is running across the rooftop in his direction. Birdy stopped dead (heh) and stared at the doll.

Danny picked good. The doll was porcelain and cracked, missing one of its glass eyes and moss growing out of the empty socket and around various parts of its body. Its dress was once a lovely blue or green velvet but was now patchy and worn.

He turned the dolls head around at an unnatural angle to fix its gaze on the vigilante, its frozen polite smile adding to its eerieness, and in a moment of impulse said, "I'll see you soon." In the most creepiest little girl voice he could manage, using his ghost powers to make the words seem to drift upon the air towards the hero.

And just like that, doll Danny was gone.

RR almost frantically contacted oracle, "Did you see that?!"

"RR your signal cut out for a few minutes, backup should arrive soon. What happened?"

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3. Jason has been getting followed around by this wierd kid who is prime Brucie adoption bait. Kid kept jumping out of nowhere without anyone being able to sense him to ask him the weirdest questions (Damian was so startled that he nearly stabbed the kid on reflex. Not that he'd ever admit it).

The questions where things like, "Do you like books? What are your favorites? Can you cook? Do you like red heads? Do you like dogs? How opposed are you to having supervillian in-laws? What if they give you free experimental weaponry? ....how about some laser cannons and a jet?

Jason ends up getting kidnapped by this kid and dumped in from of this pretty girl as the kid tells her, "I went out and got you a boyfriend who won't try to murder you. Don't screw this up!" Before the kid ran out of the room.

Jazz was mortified.

Jason is still on the floor where he was deposited earlier, "So..." he begins, "I heard you like Jane Austin?"

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4. Phantom faked his death in front of the people of Amity Park, just to see how they would react to his passing and kind of in hopes of something changing. He couldn't keep sacrificing everything for these people, after all.

He did not like how the people reacted. Danny had to move away cause if he heard one more person say it was a good thing "that monster" died hes going to hurt someone.

Gotham seemed lovely this time of year and its one place that neither his parents or Vlad would visit. Vlad because if he tried anything at all the worlds greatest detective would ruin him and his parents because they once tried to hunt Batman and Robin only for Batman to terrify them to the point of never returning after they hurt his bird.

Danny got hired at Wayne Tech after submitting a wide range of devices but couldn't do much thanks to still being a minor. Thankfully Mr. Wayne was very generous and kept him housed and fed while he finished his online schooling and graduated early.

(Heavy angst for Danny.)

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5. Danny hadn't seen Cujo in a while, which wasn't too unusual, but it have been a long time since hed seen his puppy and he was overdue a visit.

Danny pulled out his dog whistle, one normally used for emergencies and that Cujo would never ever ignore.

Only...Cujo didn't come. Now Danny goes on a journey to track down his missing dog. Following clues and trails across different realities, dimensions and universes to find his lost dog.

He did not expect to meet a bird themed vigilante along the way, not for them to insist he help him on his quest. Robin seemed very wary of the Infinite Realms the first time he entered them and had tons of questions. But bird boy was great company and Cujo would love him so Danny could deal.

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[f1version]

Congratulations! Your works are amazing! You totally deserved this. Can i please request a headcannons about a secret reliationship between mick schumacher and a female driver?

KISSING IN SECRET ★ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x merc driver!reader ( she/her ) word count: 1679 warnings: mentions of misogyny !!!

2k celebration ★ general masterlist

Love comes easy to you and Mick—friends for too long, eager to make up for the time lost. What’s hard is the nature of your relationship; secrecy protecting your peace.

It begins at a pub in Austin, 2021. You were celebrating your first win for Mercedes, and even though his result was far from good, Mick decided to tag along. Then, all it took was a couple of shots, a bit of dancing, and a lonely corner to blur the lines of friendship and fall on each other’s lips. 

A week of tension, anxiety, and avoidance later, you were falling asleep in his arms, heavy breathing and soft touches all over your body.

Now your life is based on clandestine meetings, brushing fingers or stolen kisses, and a well put illusion of friendship. 

And no one ever thought much about your closeness, not until Mick moved to Mercedes in 2023. 

When people saw Mercedes’ star driver sharing so closely with the new guy—one whose performance didn’t leave people’s mouths,—they prayed for a big story. By the time Australia rolled by, the PR team requested distance while the cameras were on. 

And it wasn't as if these types of requests were foreign to you; misogyny was a thing after all, but you were never in love with George, or Lewis, or Alex, or Lance, or anyone but Mick. It was frustrating, but it didn't change a lot of things—especially because Mick was a reserve driver.

Of course, the topic would make it into your conversations: 

“Do you think it would be a disaster? I mean going public.” Mick asked almost out of nowhere. You were lying on his chest, freshly showered after a disappointing Austrian GP. “Maybe. It will most likely follow us forever.” You said, and he sighed, “Do you think the team would be okay with it?” “I think they care about us enough.”

There were stories about this. Drivers within the same teams having such a strong relationship (let it be romantic or platonic, who knows) that they destroy not only their’s but the team’s trust. 

Both of you believe Lewis knows. Your only evidence being the small pep talk he gave you moments before his last race in the sport, in 2022. Something about being selfish, about how this sport will always judge, so you might as well take what you want.

You wanted everything. To be selfish, to take your time, to figure everything out first, but also to just be reckless. You didn’t tell him that; you just expressed your gratitude.

The European arm makes it a bit easier. Motorhomes are used, and hotel rooms become unnecessary. It’s as simple as walking into a room and not caring about avoiding people in the hallway; your only excuse is your well-known friendship. 

You love spending nights laughing, kissing, crying, and everything in between. 

You were reckless, and learned to be as careful as you needed after the George incident™

It happened in Belgium; the race and debrief ending hours ago. You were in your room, boyfriend sneaking in to talk about the race, which ended in a very lovely make-out session. And that’s when (clueless) George decided to knock on your door. 

Mick ran to your closet, making a mess of your race suits to be able to close the door. You, absolutely terrified of the Paddock’s Gossip Girl, threw a blanket over your body, taking a deep breath before facing George’s comments of: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” and “Also hit by a truck,” and “Need help with the suits?” 

You rolled your eyes and had him complain about the car with you for forty-seven minutes. Mick could barely feel his legs after that one. 

At some point, the team starts talking. More about Mick having a crush than anything—especially since he doesn't deny it. But it’s mostly a joke; no one takes it too seriously until that teasing reaches Toto’s ears. 

For a second, you were ready to be called to his office and hear him talk about how he supported whoever you chose to love, but that if someone or something was making you uncomfortable, you must tell him. 

You had always been grateful for those talks. In the end, you knew they were there because of how ruthless the media had been in 2020, after your first dating rumors with a driver—with George, out of all people, your teammate then and your teammate now. George who had (and has) a girlfriend. It had been an awful sophomore season, to say the least.

This was different, though. This was not the media making up things; this was his own team talking about his reserve driver having a crush on his driver. This could be a different story. 

Here’s the thing: You had never heard the teasing in person, you knew of it because of Mick. You spent nights laughing at it together, making up responses he could give to hard launch your relationship. They never got out of the coziness of your bed, but it was fun. 

That particular day wasn’t Mick gossiping, that day you were there, and it caught you off guard. A good off-guard, you were ready to laugh it off. 

But Toto was also there, mistaking your surprise for discomfort. And so you weren’t called to his office, you stood next to him during a 20-minute talk on professionalism, respect, and boundaries.

You were grateful, not knowing where that joke could end up… But still, you and Mick laughed the whole night. 

Also, I would be lying if I said it didn’t set off an alarm, bringing to the table a thought you had been trying to avoid: the consequences of public. The need for security.

Consequences mean a lot to people, especially in your sport. A driver’s health could be destroyed by not acknowledging them after all.

For you, consequences meant having the media hang on to it forever to diminish your work. It means being called names, be harassed by fans. Means being accused of taking advantage of your power. It could even mean closing doors to other female drivers because misogyny is a thing.

For Mick, it means another reason for his place in Mercedes to be questioned. “Who knows how long they have been dating?” “She and his last name gave him a place.” It means being portrayed as an exploiter, his relationship reduced to an unethical plan to get back on track. Means being praised at your expense.

But there are pros. There’s a necessity to continue changing people’s minds, to be happy, selfish, and own it.

Summer break gets in the way of those conversations though...

Breaks are your favorite part of the year (as a couple). You either stay in Switzerland or avoid the so-called “hard launch islands,” where drivers pretend obliviousness towards snapping pictures of them and their partners.

(Sebastian Vettel gave it the name by the way)

“What if we soft launch?” You asked one morning, scrolling through Pinterest and looking at all the ways a soft launch could happen. Mick choked on his drink, coughing a bit before answering, “I’m so sorry, babe, but what?” “Hear me out! We can have people know we are in a relationship, but they don't have to know it’s us yet. It can be a years-long soft launch if we want.” 

Mick stared at you for a whole minute, smirk following it. He thought it was brilliant, laughing while trying to properly kiss you. 

“We have to tell PR, tho.”

Two weeks later, you called on a meeting with PR, lawyers, and Toto, they had no idea what would be discussed. 

Toto's eyes went wide as he saw you and Mick enter the room together, and everyone followed his motion after you briefly explained the situation.

Your PR manager spoke first, “I won't lie and tell you it’s going to be easy; both of you understand how cruel the media is, but I also don’t think it will be as hard as we imagine... if you go public, of course.”

Then Toto started talking about how, to some extent, he understood your worries. How “People will talk sh*t all the time; you need to unconditionally support each other so it doesn’t kill you.” He gave the support talk and visited a couple of logistical questions.

Five days later, Mick had soft-launched his girlfriend, and five weeks after that, you had a boyfriend. 

Eventually, you told some friends (those who didn’t know already.) 

George was 100% not surprised. He grins and shouts, "Knew it!” and suggests a double date with him and Carmen. (To that plan, other couples are added—Alex, Lance, Esteban, etc.)

It turns out, with the help of your team and the correct people, everything becomes easier. From interacting in front of the cameras to booking rooms.

One of your favorite things is the teasing your friends/colleagues give Mick after you score a podium. He starts giggling and muttering about how proud he is of you, cheeks turning pink and eyes unable to leave you.

Mick loves sitting next to you during debriefing, letting you play with his hand under the table when anxiety strikes. 

It feels good. Not to be so secret around the paddock. 

“You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, but I love you more.” “Okay, competitive!”

Sometimes you want everyone to know. Surprise the world with Mick being the guy on your Instagram, and Mick feeling the need to shout in everyone’s faces that his girlfriend wasn't the model they speculated to be.

The third year of your relationship, 2024, is the hardest. There are eyes on you all season, commentary becomes stronger as you fight with Max on track, and so rumors of your relationship with Mick arise. 

Mick hates everything being said about you and eventually can’t hold back the need to be loud about it. And so do you. 

Both of you want to be selfish. Take whatever you want out of this sport. Who cares what people say.

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[moongreenlight]

Need more secret wife please 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

WIP Wednesday? WIP Wednesday.

Secret Wife p3 SMALL UPDATE that I have been hoarding like a dragon with treasure lol (I am riddled with guilt)

It takes Johnny upwards of two hours sat alone in his car in silence to fully process what just happened. He’d tried to ask a thousand follow up questions in some rapid-fire babble, but he was met with a wall of stony silence. Goes on stupidly for well over two minutes until Ghost knocks him with a cupped palm on his temple. Little rougher than could be considered friendly, but nowhere near harmful. Served to bring him back to earth.

“Take a breath, sergeant.”

The low rumble of Simon’s voice barely rises over the dull roar of the cars around them.

“Fuck off.”

Johnny looks less gobsmacked than he feels.

“Mind your manners.”

A bite. He must’ve quit smoking around you for the time being. Made him more waspish than usual.

“Cannae believe you, bastard. Kept a secret tha’ big from us all this time?”

Simon took a labored breath in. A sigh like the stiffness of his muscles was creating a vice around his lungs. He threw a sideways glance back toward your car a few aisles over. Like he was making sure you were still there and situated. Pursed his lips and rubbed the bridge of his nose while saying something about how Soap was to under no circumstance take you up on the dinner offer. Turned on his heel and made his way back over to you without a goodbye.

Johnny had half a mind to disobey out of sheer bull-headedness but decided against it just before he sent you a message on his last day of leave. Deleted the text he’d drafted and resigned to trying to press Simon more about things when they got back on base.

He tried, persistent bugger that he is, to pester his L.T. to give up more information. When the two of you’d gotten married. Why he hadn’t said anything. Why wasn’t he invited to the wedding? Was there a wedding? Does anyone else know? All fruitless. Snubbed each time.

He would have been offended if he hadn’t come to know Ghost so well over the years. He’s cagey at his warmest, so it’s no real surprise that he’s kept this under lock and key. The real shock came from the understanding that it happened at all in the first place. Johnny had a hard time wrapping his mind around someone as kind and welcoming as you somehow getting tangled with someone as stoic and brutish as Ghost. He tried to conjure up infinitely many situations where the two of you met and the coupling made sense, but he never stumbled on one that felt right.

Your went into labor over a month early. Just a few weeks after the boys had returned to base. Four hours before the boys were due to board a flight that would deploy them for three weeks. It was the only time Simon had ever been late to call. Johnny was sent to go track him down by an extraordinarily eggy Price.

He found him ready to leave, rifle slung over his back like a soldier. Pacing the hall outside your room in the bay. Down a short corridor in the back that usually hosted surgeries. He was whale-eyed and hostile toward the sound of Johnny’s boots echoing across the brick. It was jarring to see him so agitated. His hulking frame tangibly vibrating through the pounds of gear he was sporting. He truly considered just walking away. Spinning some tale about desertion because that seemed entirely less daunting than trying to corner an animal like Ghost.

Johnny eventually got him to leave. It was a non-option at this point, just a matter of getting the big bastard into the chopper. Tugging him away was like leashing a feral dog. He was fanatical, tugging at the lead and choking himself the entire way across the landing pad. Didn’t stop snarling until he was pushed down into his seat by Price and made to shut up.

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[starb3rrys]

Hellooo I hope you’re having a good day :D

May I request Atsushi, Sigma, and Dazai with an s/o that has parents with a bad relationship? Like maybe their s/o has anxiety or went up to them after hearing a big argument. The situation is entirely up to you! Thank you so much if you end up doing this <3

Hello! I hope you’re also having an amazing day! I hope I understood the request correctly (I am deeply sorry if I didn’t!!). Either way, I hope you enjoy this story! (￣▽￣)

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The One To Wipe Your Tears

Bsd Men x GN! Reader

Angst/Comfort

Comforting you after your parents argued…

Ft. Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai

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Atsushi

A cheerful visit to your parents house quickly turned sour as an argument arose between your mother and father. All the loud yelling and arguing made your head hurt, you couldn't even recall what initiated the present conflict. Tears filled your eyes as the insults continued, you couldn't take it anymore. You quickly grabbed your belongings and walked out of the house. Heading to the only person you could turn to, Atsushi.

Atsushi heard a loud knock on his apartment door, he quickly got up and opened the door cautiously. He peeked his head through the crack of the door to see who it was. Atsushis eyes widened and he quickly threw open the door as he saw your figure; teary eyed, slumped shoulders accompanied by an expression of sorrow. "What happened?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!", Atsushis eyes scanned your body up and down as his mind was full of unanswered questions and worry. "They did it again...", your voice broke from your previous crying. Atsushi was confused for a second, but that confusion quickly turned into sympathy as he realized what you meant, your parents argued again. Atsushi wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, pulling you inside of his small apartment as he closed the door behind you. He held you, your body pressed against his as your tears of sorrow and frustration wet his shirt. Atsushi just held you, no longer asking questions—only providing comfort; His warmth, his arms and smell all provided you a sense of warmth and safety, a safe haven. The two of you stayed in that position until you were ready to talk about what happened. Quiet sniffles filled the room, Atsushi slowly pulled away and looked at you, “Are you ready to talk?”, his tone was soft. You slowly nod and try to wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your jacket. Delicate fingers found their way onto your hand, slowly leading you to the couch. A small silence falls onto the room accompanied by small sniffles as you both sit on the couch. “Tell me what happened…take your time”, Atsushis voice broke the silence. Hesitantly, you begin to tell him what happened; how it all started, the insults thrown around, and the frustration and sadness you felt. Atsushi looked at you with soft eyes, his hand soothed your shoulder as he listened intently to your words. The moment you were done, he pulled you into a warm bear-like hug. “It’s alright, you’re safe here with me…their arguing has nothing to do with you, they might just be upset over something random, but it’s nowhere near your fault.”, Atsushi spoke as he caressed your cheek. “Now, give me that big bright smile I love…”, he spoke with a slight teasing tone. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, “You are so stupid…”, you said with a soft smile. Atsushi grinned and kissed your lips, “There’s my cute smile…”.

Sigma

You had confided in sigma about your family problems, how your parents didn’t have the best relationship. Hence why he wasted no time getting in the car and speeding off to your parents house when he heard your teary voice over the phone, asking him to pick you up. Sigma drove like a madman as his mind was full of worry and anxiousness wondering if something horrible had happened or worse, if you got hurt.

A few minutes later, he arrived at your house—Sigma parked on your driveway, keeping an eye out for any sign of you. His eyes landed on a familiar figure crawling stealth fully out of a small window and jogging towards his car, he immediately knew it was you. He unlocked the car door and glanced at you, his worry changed into shock as he saw your current state; your head hung low, tears decorated your cheeks as your foot anxiously tapped on the car floor. He opened his mouth to say something but your quiet words cut him off, “Please just drive…”. Sigma furrowed his eyebrows and gave you a stern nod as he backed out of the drive way and drove off. The car ride was silent, Sigma’s hand laid on yours while his eyes stayed on the road. After a while, the car stopped at a near by park, Sigma parked the car and took his hand off of the steering wheel. A quiet sigh left Sigma’s lips as he turned to look at your melancholy expression. “So, What happened?…”, Sigma asked with a low tone. “They argued again, this is the 2nd time this week!”, your words were a mixture of sadness and frustration, you sighed and turned to Sigma , looking at him with a guilty expression. “Gosh, I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have bothered you at work bu-“ “Don’t you dare.”, Sigmas tone was serious. Your eyes widened as warm slim fingers lifted your chin up, allowing your eyes to meet Sigmas. “Don’t you dare apologize for asking me for help… I understand that your parents aren’t in the best place, relationship wise, right now and that you might want to spend some time alone to get away from it all, but that does not mean you have to apologize and shelter yourself from me…”, Sigmas tone was stern. His hand traveled to your cheek and softly brushed it, “It doesn’t matter if I’m busy or not, I would drop anything and everything to come to your aid…”, his once serious tone replaced by softness and tenderness, as if you were a fragile and delicate jewel. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at his words, the man who trusted nobody and would fight only for himself— is now here, sitting in front of you, pouring his heart out to you. He saw your stunned expression causing him to form a warm smile, his thumb gently wiped your leftover tears. Sigma kissed your cheek, “I’m glad that you trust me enough to tell me about your family problems…it’ll get better, I promise, and even if it doesn’t—I will be right by your side through it all.”

Dazai

You and Dazai had accompanied your parents out for some lunch at a local restaurant. Dazai knew your parents rarely got along, so it came as no surprise when some slight shade was being thrown around between your mother and father. Inevitably, some light shade quickly turned into a full blown argument. Insults and yelling filled the small booth you were all seated at. The yelling, the insults, the confused side eyes from the other patrons, it was all too much. Dazai turned to you, taking notice of the way you slumped over, and how you attempted to blink away tears. He knew how hard and embarrassing this whole mess was for you, he didn't want you to feel this way...he hated seeing you upset. He had to get you out of here. Your tear-filled eyes widened at the feeling of a familiar hand taking a hold of your own. "Come on, Lets go.", Dazai spoke with a delicate yet serious tone as he helped you stand up. Your mother and father ceased their bickering once they heard those words come from Dazai's mouth. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!", your father asked with anger lingering in his tone, turning to you. "Sit back down! I am your father and you are the child, do you hear m-" "Yet you are the one acting like an impudent child.", Dazais voice was cold as he cut your father off. Your eyes widened as well as your parent's, "Who do you think you ar-" "I am Osamu Dazai, your child's boyfriend and an unfortunate witness to your childish bickering, that is who I am.", Dazai stated, practically shutting up your mother. "Do you have no sympathy or care for your child? The one standing right in-front of you, embarrassed by the scene you two have caused?", Dazai spoke. Your parents eyes widened as they looked at your tired expression, they couldn't bring themselves to say anything. "Come on, let's go...", Dazais voice was tender and caring as he led you away from the booth and out of the restaurant, leaving your parents stumped.

You both walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand as silent tension lingered in the air. "Im sorry", your voice trembles slightly. Dazai stopped walking, turning to you with a raised eyebrow, "Why are you sorry?...", concern and confusion filling his voice. A quiet sob slipped past your lips, not being able to hold it in any longer. "Im so sorry Dazai, that you had to witness that, if I hadn't agreed to this stupid lunch none of this would've happen-" "Stop that.", Dazai cut you off as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm hug. "It isn't your fault, some people just don't get along and conflict ensues...but none of it is your fault...", Dazai spoke with a soft tone as his hands soothed your back. "Don't allow yourself to focus on those negative memories, just focus on me...", Dazai kissed the top of your head and lifted your chin up. "Let's go get you some delicious ice cream, how does that sound?", he asked with a sweet smile as he kissed your bittersweet tears away.

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I loved this request so much, it hits close to home for many people.

I love Atsushi so much I swear.

Sigma is too sweet (I am so biased)

Dazai just straight up flamed your parents- I’m sorry.

Anyways, Hope you all enjoyed the story! <3

#bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd #light angst #comfort

[finalgirl00]

Coach's sister.

SUMMARY - The one time Coach Ben’s little sister stops by after practice.

2.7k words. Lottie Matthews x Fem! reader.

As you whipped recklessly into the parking lot of your rival school you were sure to turn a few heads from the students. You were currently driving your older brother’s Mustang from the 70s, but the way you treated it would have had him pulling the hair out of his head. Your car was currently in the shop for a blown-out motor after a routine attempt to race with your friends, so when you begged Ben to let you borrow his car he was reluctant to say yes. Somehow after a long conversation and you promising you would pick him up, his keys ended up in your hands as you grin with triumph walking out of the door this morning. 

You were blasting No Doubts, Just a Girl, through the speakers of his car as you find parking near the soccer field. The car ended up crooked in two spots as you parked quickly. Letting the car run a bit, you looked out the car window looking for Ben, but to your disappointment, the team was still practicing and he was nowhere to be found. With a huff, you looked down at your clothes deciding on whether or not you should show up on the pitch. You were wearing your school's athletic tank top with a grizzly bear and a matching pair of green shorts that screamed your rival school’s name. With a sigh, you turn the car off and slowly got out of the car trying to make your movement minimal to avoid bringing attention to yourself.  Slamming the door shut, you gathered all your confidence as you began to walk down to the field in an attempt to find your brother.

As you walked down the field you stuck out like a sore thumb. Gratefully the girls seemed too focused on their practice to notice you, but you observed their skills as you continued to walk not paying too much attention to your surroundings. The skills the girls were showing were definitely the same ones Ben has taught you. Smiling a little to yourself you suddenly bumped into someone. Unclear of who ran into who, you held onto the other girl for balance as she looked at you passive-aggressively.

“You are not supposed to be here! What are you doing here?!” she said loudly as her eyes were filled with confusion. As you let go of her you looked at her noticing that she had curly hair and glasses, but suddenly she raised her arms and blocked your view of the practice with a clipboard. She must be the team manager you thought to yourself.

“I'm just looking—” you started before she abruptly cut you off. “Well stop! I know you're just here to tell your team about what we have been practicing before the game on Friday! Isn't that like cheating? I would expect no less from the bears!” she continues to ramble passive-aggressively. “I'm sorry but who are you?” you asked her scoffing slightly at the assumptions she has made. “Misty Quigley, Im the team manager, and I am here to make sure players like you don't go on spying to report back to your team,” she said as she suddenly started waving the clipboard hitting you occasionally in attempts to shoo you away.

Little did you know your brother was back on the field and completely unaware of what was happening on the other side. As he called the team to the huddle to talk about what they can improve on before deciding whether or not to continue the practice he noticed that the team manager was missing. He looked around as he suddenly heard her voice yelling which also attracted the eyes of the Yellowjackets to look at the scene. Some of the girls gasped as they saw the unfamiliar girl on the field. They were angered at the thought of a player from the opposing team to be watching their practice, but Coach Ben sighed. 

You grabbed onto Misty’s clipboard to cease her attacks and threw it to the side. “What are you doing?!” you yelled at her slightly before all of a sudden your brother's voice yelled “Misty, Stop! Both of you come here!” you looked at her begrudgingly as you started to walk across the pitch with all of the others girls eyes on you. ‘Good job at trying not to make a big scene’ you thought to yourself as Misty went to grab her clipboard and then followed a few steps behind you. As you walked past the huddle you heard quiet remarks about how you were ‘bad at soccer so you came to watch them to learn’ and ‘how you were jealous because you knew your team was going to lose on Friday’, but you kept your head down avoiding eye contact a little embarrassed about all the attention. 

“Cut it out or you will all be running a mile after practice!” Ben yelled out upset at the comments they were making about you. You finally had the nerve to look up as your brother stood up for you. A wave of cockiness suddenly arose in you as you noticed you were immune to any of the punishments Ben would give them. You look at Ben before looking at the rest of the girls to observe their features. 

Out of all the girls in front of you, the tall girl wearing the number five jersey caught your attention. She seemed to be just as angry at you as the rest, but you let your eyes linger on her a little longer. She was pretty and maybe if you met at a different time you might have started off on the right foot you thought to yourself before looking back at Ben as he continued to say “Guys this is my younger sister, y/n, she is borrowing my car and I will be taking her home. She’s not spying on us or anything so quit your judgment.” he said straight forward as he looked around at the rest of them. He left no room for questions as he said: “Got it?”.

The girls all looked back at you and then at Ben to observe similarities between each other. They had no clue of his younger sister's existence and were curious to know more about her as she was a similar age as the rest of the girls. However, there was a little guilt and sorriness they felt as they were quick to jump at y/n throat making false claims about her and her team. However, one girl, a ginger, did not hesitate to ask “Why would she go to a different school? She might as well go here since you work here?” as if she did not feel like she should have been held accountable for the team's actions from early. 

“Maybe because I want to be a part of a school that wins constantly instead of once in a blue moon!” you stated snarkily as you did not forget their aggressiveness from earlier. Some girls were not okay with your comment as they were quick to defend their school and attack yours, but Ben cut it short before it got worse “Quit Fighting!’ he said then turning to you “You can join them on their run if you keep up with the attitude.” Number 5 snickered at the coach's statement, but as soon as he turned to her she stopped. “Lottie, you can join her,” he stated seriously. “Are you ser–” she started before looking at you and back towards her coach, but then he abruptly interrupted her “Two miles. After practice.” he said as if it was final. 

You groaned as you looked at the girl mouthing the words ‘thanks a lot’, but she scoffed at your response before she says “Sorry coach”. He introduces you to the rest of the team as some of them began to open up to you. Jackie, Taissa, and Van seemed to take a particular liking to you as they liked the spark and fight you had in you. However, the tension between you and the taller girl was present as she ignored any conversation or contact with you and talked to her other teammate, Natalie, instead. However, conversations were cut short as your brother brought them to a huddle to finish one more scrimmage. 

As they ran out to the field you handed over the keys to him in silence. You were still a little upset at him, but you did not want to argue anymore. He sent you to sit on the bench saying something along the lines that you were bothering him. As you sit on the bench on the sidelines you watched Lottie and Natalie off to the side of the pitch stealing glances at you as they talked. Lottie caught your eyes once before quickly turning around a little embarrassed that she caught your gaze. Coach Ben noticed their glances but didn’t say anything as he called the end of practice. 

You tried slipping away to avoid the run, but Ben caught you and beckon you and Lottie over to the track. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson,” he said as you and Lottie looked at each other. You both groaned but nonetheless got ready to start running two miles. Ben counts the two of you down and you two start running at the same pace. 

No words were spoken between the two, but after the second lap, you spoke away. ”We should just pace each other and make the lap longer, so he will have to wait longer.” you suggested. There was no response on her end, so you continued “I’m sorry we started off on the wrong foot, but we should at least work together to burden Ben…” you said with a small chuckle and she finally looked at you. Her dark eyes gazed into yours, but you looked away slightly blushing at her intense gaze. “That’s not a bad idea…” Lottie finally spoke up as you were nearing the end of the second lap. Smiling at her statement you noticed her pace slowed down quite a bit and you followed right after her. You looked over at Coach Ben and noticed that he was busy talking to Natalie.

“Look over at Ben… He’s trying to pry what you and Natalie were talking about… Maybe you should be a little worried about what you said to her about me.” you said poking fun at her a little bit. Now it was Lottie’s turn to blush as she watched the exchange between her friend and your brother. “Oh god, he’s probably going to bribe her! This is so embarrassing!” she said worried about what Natalie was going to spill as Natalie made eye contact with her and smirked. “What did you two talk about anyways that has you all worried? I hope nothing bad about me?” you asked her genuinely as you looked back at her searching for answers. “Oh no– no it's not like that at all!” she said stumbling over her words as she looked back at you. “It's just that–” she cut herself off as she looked back at the two and then back at you before continuing “I just thought that you were really gorgeous and I felt bad that I got us into this situation!” she rambled before saying “I totally understand if you want to avoid me, but I really meant no harm,” she admitted as she waited for a response, but when she was met with silence she began again “I'm so sorry for making things so awkward…” she said quietly. You were blushing at her statement as you sheepishly smile at her, “I think you're pretty too…” you said as you gazed at her losing all your confidence. She ceased running and reached out for your arm to stop you from going on. “Really? Because if so I would love to get to know you more maybe after the run. If Coach, I mean your brother…” she corrected herself before continuing “even lets us.” She looks back at him noticing Natalie and Ben were deep in conversation and didn’t notice that the two girls quit running. She was confident until she noticed that she would have to face her Coach’s judgment and his opinion on her ability to even take care of his little sister.

You noticed her spiraling before jumping in “We can just go now? We can jump the fence and run off into the forest. He’ll never catch us.” you suggested smirking as you looked at Lottie as she decided on whether or not she should be rebellious. “...But what if he thinks I’m a bad role model and doesn’t let me see you again?” Lottie genuinely questions as she doesn't want to be on Ben’s bad side, but she also doesn’t want to pass up the idea of spending time with you. “Oh trust me, he won't be able to stop us because I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to escape him…” you stated as you waited for her response. She finally finishes fighting with her morals. “Let’s go before they catch us!” She said grinning widely as she reached out for your hand and starts guiding you as the two of you sprint towards the fence. As she climbs up the fence, she reaches her hand down to you from the top to offer assistance, and as you take her hand your brother notices.

“Y/n, you better get back here right now! And Lottie you’re dead if you hurt her! You won't be able to avoid me!” Ben yelled out frustrated at the two girls. As they sat on top of the fence you looked back at Ben and Natalie and waved with a bright smile on your face while Lottie looked a little scared at Ben’s threats, but was very happy to have the opportunity to be with y/n. Natalie looked amused at the two girls' actions as she watched them jump off the fence a laughing mess and acknowledge her coach's stress. “Get the girl, Lots! Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Nat yelled snickering as Ben looked at her disapprovingly. “If she’s not home by twelve Matthews I swear you will regret your choices and I will make sure of it!” He yelled out in a final attempt to make Lottie rethink her decisions. However, Lottie had her mind set on the goal of impressing y/n as the two girls ran off into the forest and made it out the other end and ended up on the sidewalk. They were still holding hands and Lottie looked down at y/n with a gentle smile before saying “Your brother scares me, but I think your worth any loose threat he sends to me.” she says chuckling. “I know just the perfect place we should go.” before leading y/n away….

(Nat and Ben’s Convo.)

“You need to focus more on the scrimmage rather than gossiping with Lottie the whole time.” Coach Ben announces straightforwardly as Natalie collects scrimmage vests after being voted to against her will. “We definitely were gossiping,” She says sarcastically as she watched the two girls run “Lottie has a lot to say about your little sister…” she smirks now not making eye contact with her Coach. “I swear if she said anything bad you better tell me. I will make both of you sprint the field until you’re physically ill,” he said passive-aggressively as he grew protective over her little sister. “Oh trust me… she had nothing but bad things to say,” Nat says as she watched her coach grow more frustrated. “You better tell me now…” he announced as the two girls made eye contact with Natalie. “She just kept on going about how your sister had beautiful eyes, hair that frames her face perfectly, how If you weren’t here she would have swept her off her feet by now, how good she looked in that little tank top—” Nat trailed off with a large smirk. “That’s enough now! I can’t let Matthews think she can win my sister before she even talks to me. She’s a bad influence!” He said rambling before Nat interrupted “Looks like your too late anyways!” she said full-out laughing now as she watched them jump the fence.

part two maybe?

(anyways i hope you enjoyed my first fic! also definitely will not proofread, sorry.)

#lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews imagine #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #wlw

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 9

previous ~ next ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: You, Helaena, and Daeron race to the hospital, unsure of what happened, and the state of everyone. No one is answering their phones. You have to get there. Before it's too late.

warnings: descriptions of the hospital, medical equipment, injuries, mentions of a car crash, Aemond's medical trauma, emotional distress, angst, mentions of addiction

word count: 4.2k

note: no spicy stuff in this chapter, just angst & tooth-rotting fluff!

masterlist

The car ride to the hospital was a nightmare, you nearly threw up out the window as Daeron drove, the nerves eating away at the lining of your stomach. Despite the rain, you rolled the window down, hanging your head outside of it, clinging to the feeling of the wind, the angry pelts of rain against your face. You call again and again. 

Aemond’s voicemail is always greeting you, the sound of his voice sending a stabbing pain through your chest.

You try again. 

The phone rings and rings.

Still no answer. 

WhathappenedwhathappenedwhathappenedAemondAemondAemond. 

Daeron skids the car to a stop outside the emergency room doors. An ambulance is parked in front, the paramedics blinking as the headlights illuminate them. The ambulance is empty, with no sign of Jace. No sign of Aemond. Or Aegon. Or Luke. 

“Go!” Daeron tells you, and you fly out the door like a bat out of hell.

Helaena holds your hand tightly as you race forward, her silver hair plastered against her skin from the rain. You are soaked to the bone, but you barely feel the chill. 

You’re in a panic running through the hospital, the fluorescent lights blinding you, nearly slipping on the shiny floors, as you hurry to the nurses' station.

A bright-eyed nurse smiles at you, jet-black hair pulled from her face in a high ponytail. She has a giraffe clipped next to her nametag, and a pink stethoscope around her neck. 

“Can I help you?”

The doors open behind you and Daeron jogs in to join you both. You wet your lips, trying to calm your nerves enough to form a coherent sentence. 

“Yes, I- I am looking for-”

“Y/N!” 

You turn and see Baela running toward you. You push away from the nurses' station and throw your arms around your best friend. She hugs you tightly, so hard you’re afraid your ribs will crack as you bury your face in her silver curls. 

Helaena stays at the nursing station, talking with Daeron to the confused nurse. Her voice is soft but insistent, violet eyes shining with tears. Daeron is vibrating with nerves beside her, clinging like a silver shadow. 

“What the fuck happened?” you ask and Baela shakes her head.

“The roads were so slick, the rain was coming down in fucking sheets,” Baela says, tears streaming down her face, “Jace lost control of the wheel; the storm came out of fucking nowhere.”

You nod, listening intently, but your thoughts are racing.

Where is he?

“They hydroplaned, they crashed into a guardrail, but they were okay,” Baela sobs, “but then Aemond came around the corner.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his name and Baela shakes her head.

“I don’t know what happened, but he hit them!” Baela cries, “he must have lost control of the wheel, he probably didn’t even see them and they crashed.”

The panic is slashing through you like a knife, cutting you into ribbons. You’re sure any minute you’ll start screaming, the urge is crawling up your throat as Baela speaks.

“Where is everyone? Where’s Aemond?” you say panicking, “where’s Jace and Luke? And Aeg-”

Baela’s fully panicking, choked sobs escaped through her clenched teeth. Her breathing is ragged as if she’s drowning, gasping for air. 

“Luke hasn’t woken up!” Baela sobs, her body heaving, “he won’t wake up!”

You put your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself. She clings to you, tears dripping from her face to the linoleum floor. 

“Baela, where is Aemond?” you ask again, but she has dissolved into sobs. 

You hold her against you, shaking. You’ve never seen Baela like this, this inconsolable. You’re still holding her when Jace appears from down the hall. There’s a cast on his arm, a butterfly suture on his eyebrow above his swollen eye, and his lip is also cut.

Baela leaves your arms, throwing herself in Jace’s. He maneuvers so she doesn’t touch his injured arm, wincing, but holding her close. 

“Jace,” you say, voice breaking.

His eyes are wet with tears. His brother hasn’t woken up. His brother. You’ve rarely seen one Velaryon without the other. Luke is his brother’s shadow. And now he may be his brother’s ghost. 

You feel so selfish. So incredibly selfish but all you can think of is Aemond. Is Aemond alright? Is he lying in a bed like Luke, unconscious, alone in a hospital again like when he lost his eye? Where is he, where is he, WHERE IS HE?

Helaena says your name but it sounds like she’s speaking it through a tunnel.

It’s like you’re moving through a fog as you turn to her. Daeron trails behind her as she places a hand on your shoulder. She’s wearing little dragonfly earrings, with green gems at the tips of their wings. For some reason, you haven’t noticed until now, but there they are, hanging from her ears sparkling in the hospital lights.

It's so strange at this moment that’s all you can focus on, your brain feeling fuzzy as you watch them spin.

“Aegon’s in room 223,” she says, tears falling down her cheeks.

You nod wordlessly, letting her guide you. Baela and Jace sit in two chairs in the hallway, wrapped in each other's arms. You will come back to them later. You turn the hallway, head pounding as Helaena scans the room numbers.

210…211….212…

You can see 223, just in view down the hall when the door opens. Suddenly it feels like you can breathe again as Aemond steps through, glancing down the hallway. There is a slash above his eyebrow, the scarred part of his face and that’s it. He looks fine. He is fine. 

Aemond’s face forms a soft smile as he sees you, tense shoulders relaxing.

“Hey princess,” he says quietly.

Your heart has begun beating again, tears gathering in your eyes, and overflowing, spilling warm streams down your cheeks. 

“Say that again,” you beg. 

Aemond’s smile grows, his violet eye glassy.

“Hey princess,” he repeats and you’re running to him.

There’s nothing else to do. You run and he’s there. Right in front of you. You throw yourself into his arms, clinging to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Aemond holds you tightly against him, burying his face in your hair. You breathe him in, the scent of his cologne, the faint smell of rainwater, and cigarettes. His arms hold you tightly against him. 

“I thought I lost you,” you cry, voice nearly whispering, “I thought…I thought.”

“I’m right here,” he murmurs, “I’m right here.”

Gods he’s here, he’s real, he’s okay.

“Don’t ever do that again,” you tell him, voice muffled in his chest, “do you hear me?”

Aemond chuckles, sending vibrations through you. You pull your face away from his chest, as his hands move below your ass to keep you seated at his waist. You don’t waste any more time, slamming your lips against his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck, a desperate relieved moan leaves your lips as his tongue enters your mouth. 

“Woah,” a small voice says from down the hallway. 

You pull away, still holding onto Aemond tightly as he lowers you to the floor. Legs shaking you stand on your feet turning your head. 

Jace’s jaw has slacked but Baela wears a much more neutral expression. You can feel your cheeks begin to burn. Even at Alicent’s, you weren’t this affectionate in front of the others. This kiss makes it real. 

Your hands cling to the fabric of his shirt, knuckles blanched from how tightly you hold the fabric between your fingers. 

“What happened?” you ask.

Aemond keeps his arms around you, as a frown comes over his face.

“It was my fault,” he says softly, “I looked away for a second…Aegon was choking on his own vomit in the back seat. It was just a second…”

You nod, understanding. Aemond watches you carefully.

“Do you want to see him?” Aemond asks, “he’s alright.”

You glance down the hall at Aegon’s door.

“Yeah,” you tell him, “yeah I’d like to see him.”

“You go,” Aemond tells you, “I’ll tell Helaena and Daeron.”

The door to Aegon’s room is closed. You place your hand on the handle, turning it. The door creaks when it opens and you see him, lying on the bed, lip split and swollen, a cast on his arm. His eyes open when you enter, a small smile on his face.

No matter what, Aegon is smiling. You wonder at this point if smiling is more of a coping mechanism or a trauma response. 

“It’s you,” he says groggily, lifting his arm to wave. 

It’s always you.

The tubes and wires don’t let him raise it high and he winces. You smile. You don’t think you’ll ever hate him, not truly. It’s Aegon. 

“It’s me,” you answer, walking over to him, “Hey Aeg.”

You brush some hair from his forehead, watching his eyes well with tears. He places his free hand in yours, holding on tightly.

“Is everyone okay?” he asks quietly. 

You’re still smiling, nodding your head. Aegon closes his eyes in relief. You glance around the room.

“Where’s Cass?” you ask.

“She went home, after the dinner,” he tells you, “I don’t really know, she said she had some shit to figure out.”

You nod, coming to sit in the chair next to his bed. You scoot closer to him, still holding onto his hand. 

“You want me to call her, let her know you’re here?” you ask.

Aegon shakes his head. 

“It’s okay,” he says, thumb stroking the back of your hand.

Gods, Aegon. 

It all comes back to him, doesn’t it? Aegon is chaos in human form, and you were addicted to it for too long. You craved the adrenaline, the violence, the unpredictable whirlwind of him. The way he touches you now would have made your knees buckle a year ago and would have sent shivers tingling down your spine. 

The vulnerability in his eyes, the helpless, watery glance.

He needs me, your heart used to scream, he needs me.

For so long you’d disguised yourself as a healer, as the person who could fix him. Finally, it truly feels like the thread between you has snapped, that desperate need to save him leaving your body like water being drained from a bathtub. 

Aegon doesn’t need me, you think to yourself, Aegon needs himself.

You don’t know why it's taken you so long as the memories flash through with every stroke of his thumb against your hand. You were never going to rescue him. You were never going to save him.

You smile softly, the newfound knowledge warming your chest. It stings brutally, burning through your veins. You don’t want chaos anymore. You don’t want what you thought you needed. 

You want the calming presence in the storm, the line to your kite. The light of the moon shining the path home through midnight darkness. 

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” you tell him.

“Why?” he asks, chuckling softly, “I’ve been so horrible to you.”

You tilt your head. 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

Aegon’s lower lip wobbles and tears begin to pour down his cheeks. 

“I’m such an asshole,” he whispers, “I don’t deserve you. I never did.”

You don’t say anything. You’re not going to validate him in his verbal self-flagellation. But you’re not going to disagree either. 

You feel your face becoming wet as your own tears fall, mirroring his. 

“I think I need help,” he says softly, voice sounding like a scared child, “I really think I need help, Y/N.”

Your expression falls as he speaks. You’ve waited so long, so fucking long for him to come to this conclusion. For him to truly hit rock bottom. Relief floods over you like a wave. It’s a weight that rises off your shoulders, off your lungs, letting you finally breathe again. A sob escapes you as you hold his hand tightly, and you nod, before brushing some hair from his face. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “we’re going to get you some help, okay?”

Aegon nods, beginning to sob. Helaena enters the room with Daeron behind her. She places a hand over her mouth as she watches Aegon cry. Daeron looks to the floor, but you see a tear fall down his cheek. The siblings silently join, Helaena climbing beside Aegon, taking his head against her shoulder as he cries. Daeron sits at the foot of his bed, silent tears escaping. 

You sit with them for a bit, before leaving, giving them some privacy. The silver siblings. The green siblings. You care about them all so much. 

You find Aemond seated, still as a statue in the waiting area. He hands you a coffee before speaking. 

“I hate hospitals,” Aemond tells you, knuckles turning white from how hard he clutches the arm of his chair. 

You think about the trauma he shared with you and imagine Aemond, younger than he is now, perhaps less hardened by the world. You wonder what that boy was like before everything happened. Sometimes you see glimpses of him, you think. In the way, his eyes soften when he speaks to his favorite people; in the way he interacts with Alicent. With Helaena. 

With you.

He looks so out of place in the sterile environment, the dark colors he wears in juxtaposition with the shocking white floors and walls. Aemond shrinks in his chair as doctors hurry by, the sound of pagers and machines whirling in the air. 

You place the coffee on the table, before grabbing his hand and placing it on your own. He glances at you.

“Everything is okay,” you tell him, thumb stroking the back of his hand, before you bring it to your lips, kissing it softly.

Aemond squeezes your hand, holding on tightly to the lifeline you offer him. He could crush your fingers if he needed to, there’s no way you’d complain. There’s no way you’d let go. Emotion swells in your chest as you look at him. 

Shit.

Aemond meets your eyes and you’re sure he’s peering into your soul. You think about the calm you long form, the warm feelings of home. The line to your kite. 

You love him.

“Y/N,” Baela calls, beckoning you.

You turn to Aemond, cheeks flushed from your realization.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him, and he squeezes your hand. 

“Mhmm,” he hums, before releasing your hand.

You get up walking toward Baela. 

“You go,” Baela tells you, “I’ll keep him company.”

You nod, before continuing toward Luke’s room. 

Baela sits down next to Aemond, taking your seat. Aemond’s leg bounces nervously. The two sit quietly side by side, unsure of what to say to one another. The vending machine beside them churns, a gentle hum emitting from it. Baela turns her head.

“You gonna hurt her?” she asks, the question blunt. 

Aemond glances at her sideways. She’s sitting on his blindside, so he’s forced to jut his jaw out to meet her gaze. 

“I’m going to try my best not to,” Aemond tells her. 

Baela sizes him up. She thinks back, analyzing memories, flipping through them like a scrapbook in her mind.

“You know,” she begins, “I always thought there was something off. About the way you treated her.”

Aemond looks away. There are not a lot of people that intimidate Aemond Targaryen, but Baela is your best friend. Her opinion means everything to you. 

“But I always thought it was nothing. That it couldn’t be anything,” Baela tells him.

Aemond says nothing. Baela’s gaze does not falter, her lilac eyes burn against the side of his face. 

“It was from the beginning, wasn’t it?” Baela asks, “even though she was with Aegon. Even then.”

Aemond breaks away from her gaze, before giving her an answer. 

“Even then.”

Baela takes a sip of coffee, and the two remain seated together in silence. 

You open the door to Luke’s room. Rhaena is sitting in a chair she’s moved beside his bed, knees curled up against her chest. 

You enter the room, tears spilling down your cheeks. He’s laying in bed, tubes and wires connected to him.

Rhaena is seated in a chair dragged to his side, knees held against her chest, fingers laced through Luke’s.

“He’s breathing on his own,” Rhaena says quietly from her perch, “they took out the incubator. They said-” she swallows, “they said we just have to wait.”

You place a hand on Rhaena’s shoulder and she does not pull away. She doesn’t flinch from your touch as you had expected. Instead, she reaches her free hand up, covering your own.

Tears spill down your cheeks. 

“Rhae-”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she tells you quietly, “it was so stupid anyway. None of it matters now.”

Her lower lip trembles.

“Poor Luke,” she says, voice cracking, “I wish.. I don’t know.”

“He’s going to be okay.”

“Or maybe he won’t be,” Rhaena says, voice laced with panic, “and then what?”

“I don’t know,” you tell her. 

“I wish..I don’t know,” she says again, “I wish I had been nicer.”

Your eyebrows lift as you sink beside her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

“Rhae, you were always nice,” you assure her, “Luke knows that.”

“I just…it’s Luke, you know?” she says, looking at you with watery eyes, “I never…it’s Luke.”

You nod your head, simply listening to her try and express what she’s feeling. 

“And then I saw him in this bed, in the gurney they wheeled him in on…” she looks back at Luke, her hand still holding his, “it’s Luke. My heart felt like it was dying. Like it was rotting inside my chest. It still feels like that.”

She keeps crying, the end of her sentence turning into a sob. 

“And I’ll never get to tell him, it’s not fair,” she sobs, “I was so stupid. For taking this long.”

“Rhae, it’s alright,” you try to soothe her, “Luke knew you were friends. He knew you cared about him.”

Rhaena’s sobs continue, her free arm clinging to yours. She won’t let go of Luke’s hand. You hold her close, it's all you can do at this moment. Until a breathy sigh escapes the mouth of Lucerys Velaryon. 

Rhaena’s entire body stills. Your eyes widen as you both stare at Luke. His lips have parted, eyes remaining shut.

“Rrrrr,” he rasps, “Rrrra…”

Rhaena sits up straighter. 

“Luke?” she whispers, squeezing his hand, “Luke? Can you hear me?”

Luke’s eyes open, the warm brown color of his eyes barely visible. But they are there. His mouth tugs upwards into a weak smirk. 

“You ladies crying over me?” he says with a hoarse voice, straining to get the joke to leave him. 

“You prick,” Rhaena hisses, “we thought you were going to die.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Luke says, wincing as his smile widens.

“Luke,” Rhaena says, bringing her other hand to his. 

Luke looks down, cheeks turning pink as he notices their interconnected hands.

“I wish… I’d known this is what it takes,” Luke begins, “would’ve gotten hit by a car a lot sooner.”

Rhaena laughs, despite herself. 

“You’re an idiot,” she says through her tears, through her smile.

You release Rhaena, stepping back, giving them some space when Luke’s eyes meet yours. 

“Everyone else okay?” he asks and you nod.

“We’re all okay,” you tell him.

And we are. 

Luke sighs with relief, turning back to Rhaena. You continue to back up out of the room to give them some privacy, and to let the others know that Luke was okay. 

You walk back to the small waiting area where Jace, Baela, and Aemond are seated. Daeron and Helaena are presumably still with Aegon. 

“Jace..” you say, smiling softly. 

His eyes light up and he springs from his chair, hurrying down the hallway to Luke’s room, Baela flies down the hall behind him, silver hair a whirlwind behind her. You can hear his laugh of relief from down the hall, followed by his grunt of pain. You assume he forgot all about his broken arm when he saw his little brother’s smiling face. 

When Baela and Jace return a little while later their cheeks are streaked with happy tears. 

Rhaenyra appears down the hallway, with Alicent by her side. When Rhaenyra stops at the sight of you all, Alicent continues to the room where her eldest son lies. Her firstborn. Her face says it all, a mask of sheer panic. 

Aegon was her first baby, you think to yourself. The first child who made her a mother. You know parents say they do not have favorites, but that has to mean something. Aemond is the first to address Rhaenyra. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard what happened, I was worried,” she tells him, hands ringing the umbrella she holds. 

“Were you?” Baela snaps, and Jace squeezes her shoulder.

Rhaenyra looks at her, eyes scanning Jace’s bruised and bloodied form. Droplets of water drip from her fingers, splashing against the floor like tears. Rhaenyra doesn’t cry. Aegon used to tell you he had never seen his sister cry before. Rhaenyra and Aemond are alike in that way, he would say. That always confused you. Her eyes trail to Aemond. 

“Is everyone okay?” she asks, and Aemond nods. 

Rhaenyra’s eyes meet yours, and you think back to the conversation you had, just a few hours prior. She holds your gaze and you hope she’s thinking about it too. Rhaenyra looks away first. 

“I’m going to go see Luke, and Aegon,” she tells you all.

You take your seat next to Aemond once more, and he drapes a hand over your leg, drawing smooth circles on your thigh. Rhaenyra starts down the hallway, heels clicking against the tiles. She stops, her head dropping, not turning around. 

“I’ll agree to a settlement,” Rhaenyra says, back still facing you, “have your people call mine.”

Have Otto Hightower call Daemon Targaryen, she means. 

You glance at Aemond. He’s staring at his sister’s back, an unreadable expression on his face. Rhaenyra doesn’t turn, doesn’t ask for confirmation if anyone has heard her, and Aemond does not give her one. She simply remains still for a moment, shoulders tense, before she releases a breath and begins walking once more, headed to Luke’s room.

Baela sighs, placing her head against Jace’s shoulder. 

Aemond walks into his brother’s room once more, hands in his pocket. Alicent is curled up in a cot by the corner of the room, in a deep sleep from the exhaustion of the night. Daeron and Helaena have left to explore the hospital cafeteria as the adrenaline fades, and their stomachs rumble. 

Soft snores echo throughout the room, along with the white noise of an infomercial on the old television that hangs from the wall. Rain drizzles outside the window, the storm long over. Aegon looks at him.

“Are you treating her well?” he asks gruffly, swallowing the lump that has formed in his throat.

“Yes,” Aemond tells him.

Aegon purses his lips.

“Why did it have to be her?” Aegon asks, a tear rolling down his cheek. 

Aemond lifts his gaze from the floor, meeting his older brother’s eyes. There are so many things he could say he doesn’t even know where to begin.

Because when I met her everything changed, he wanted to say. When she walked into our lives, it was like the sun came out for the first time. It was like seeing the goddamn sun for the very first time after living in a world of midnight darkness. 

“I love her, Aegon,” Aemond admits softly.

Aegon sighs, his eyes still glassy. He nods, lips pressed tightly together. He doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry.

“It’s hard not to,” Aegon agrees, settling on that as the final words he will speak on the matter.

The brothers do not speak again as a gentle rain begins to fall, fat drops making music against the glass window. But Aemond sits beside his elder brother and does not leave until Aegon has fallen asleep.

When he exits the room he’s greeted by you sitting in a chair, knees curled against your chest, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands. You smile softly as he walks toward you.

You are the sun greeting him, bathing him a warmth. 

“Let me take you home,” Aemond says, reaching for your hand. 

You lace your fingers through his as he takes out Daeron’s keys. 

“They’re staying?” you ask, beginning to walk down the hallway.

“Yeah, they’re going to keep mom company,” he tells you, leading you out of the hospital.

The clouds have begun to part, the rain stopping once and for all as the light begins to shine from the east. You climb into the passenger side of Daeron’s car, shutting the door behind you.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Aemond looks at you.

“You ready?” he asks, though something in his eyes wants to say more.

You smile taking his hand, your expression mirroring his.

The kite and the line.

The moon and the sun. 

“Let’s go.”

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[markiemelon]

can u please do more jisung ?? 😞🩵🩵 i love ur work

tangerine love

genre fluff ! no warnings

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“jisungggg, are you ready?” you peeped your head into your best friend’s room to see him scrambling around in a panic.

“i can’t find it!”

“what is it?”

“your present. i just had it last night and now i can’t find it.”

“oh.” you sighed in relief. “it’s no big deal, ji, let’s just hurry and go.”

it was your friendiversary, so for fun, you two usually just went to the park where you met as kids. normally you didn’t get each other gifts, but this year, jisung insisted.

you brushed off his concerns. “im gonna leave you here!” you threatened as you made your way to sit in the passenger’s seat of jisung’s car.

jisung hopped in and sulked. “i couldn’t find it… do you at least have the tangerines?” he looked over to you.

in your lap was a basket of freshly picked tangerines from the tree in his backyard. you planted it when you were younger, since you two have always shared a love for the fruit.

you got to the park and laid out a blanket on the grass. you set the basket down and signaled jisung to try them. “are they sweet?” his eyes lit up as he tore into the peel. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried them yet.”

he popped a slice into his mouth and immediately his eyes became squinted and his nose scrunched up. “eugh it’s so sour.”

“seriously? that’s too bad. I guess they aren’t ripe enough yet…” you picked one up and tossed it right back into the basket.

“oh right.” you remembered. “your gift.” you reached into the pocket of your sweater that was lying alongside the picnic blanket. you pulled out a little white box with orange ribbon around it tied in a bow.

jisung’s eyes widened. “wait. that box-”

before you could even hand it to him, he snatched it from you.

you rolled your eyes at his impatience. “geez, you could at least say thank you.”

inside the box was the exact thing jisung had lost. a little tangerine keychain charm. “where did you get this?”

you rubbed your neck nervously. “oh, well it’s a funny story. see, i actually forgot about the present thing, but this morning when I was walking to your house, i found it on the sidewalk around the corner. isn’t that weird? it was like a sign from the universe.”

jisung looked at you in disbelief and started laughing out of nowhere.

“what?” you laughed along. “sorry, i seriously forgot.. but it’s cute, isn’t it? put it on your bag! i’ll take it if you don’t want it…”

“yn.” jisung smiled. “this is for you. he handed it back to you. “i bought it on my way home last night so it must have fallen out of my pocket then. i just can’t believe you found it…”

“wait, really?” you clapped your hands in a fit of laughter. “you’re too cute, jisung.” you threw yourself onto the boy sitting beside you, now his head is resting on the cushioned blanket, and you’re lying across him. his arms instinctively wrapped around your back to hug you into his chest.

“don’t call me cute.” he said in his low voice. you can’t control your cuteness aggression when it comes to jisung, so you pinched his cheeks and pretended to bite him.

once you sat up, jisung followed your movements. he positioned himself behind you, so he could rest his chin on your shoulder, and hug you.

from the looks of it, you’re a couple.

“yn” jisung broke the silence. “look at the way we’re sitting right now. we might as well be a couple.”

“sure.” you shrugged in response.

“im just joking.” he hugged you tighter.

“no, really. we should try it. see what happens.” you leaned your head against jisung’s, still resting on your shoulder.

“seriously?” he laughed.

“yeah,” you hummed, “but what are we gonna do with all these tangerines?”

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Joshua Hong x F!Reader TW : it's angsty ; he's still not the gentleman Shua we love ; but he's better than the last part ; reader is wounded ; mention of guns and gunshots ; lots of talk of blood in the first half ; nobody dies though! ; happy ending ; Word Count : 1.8k Request : Anonny : Your stories are so good! My fav is When it’s Done with Joshua! Are you going to do a part 2? I’m dying to see what happened! A/N : I did not forget this request! I reread the first part, and lemme tell ya, I'm so excited to write part two!

The gunshot echoed through the small alleyway that you had run off into, it was loud and it pierced your ears like a firecracker had just gone off right next to your head. A warning shot you were sure of, probably from one of the guards that you had slipped away from. It wasn’t until you felt the sudden heat in your shoulder and the soaking of the shirt that you were wearing. You looked at your arm and saw the blood stain spreading through the fabric, and it was only once you had realized that it wasn’t a warning shot, that you had been shot, that you felt the agonizing burn and the pain that seemed to radiate and hit every single receptor in your body. It was all you could feel. 

You dropped to the ground, practically crawling to hide behind a dumpster that was pressed up against one of the many abandoned buildings that you and Joshua had once scavenged in. With one hand clasped to your mouth, you reached your other hand to your back, gently pressing your finger against the spot where the bullet had gone straight through your skin. It hurt like a bitch, a pain that was indescribable, so bad it made you black out momentarily. 

This was it, you were sure of it. You’d bleed out behind the dumpster because you just had to prove a point to the asshole who was being whisked away to somewhere safe. It was ironic, but you never made the best choices, and this was surely, without a doubt, the worst decision you had ever made in your life… Which now seemed to be very close to over. 

“Dammit! Just let me go!” Joshua fought with the guard who was clearly becoming more and more annoyed with each push that was landed against him, so annoyed in fact that he finally threw up his arms, allowing Joshua to run past him. 

He didn’t know the first place to run to, and to be honest, he didn’t know if he’d be able to find you. Part of him was actually terrified of what he would find if he did come across you. The gunshot had been so loud, it was close, and he knew that you couldn’t have made it far from the group before the shot had been fired. 

What was he so afraid of? Why hadn’t he just let you in? It’s not like he didn’t have feelings for you, it’s not like you hadn’t found a way to weasel into his heart and make it seem like it was only beating for you. Who was there to put the act on for? Everyone else in the world that he thought had mattered were most likely gone now, you were all he had left… And now he was scared that he’d be truly alone in this world. 

There was no one around, no one that could possibly be a threat, not that he could see. But you were also nowhere to be found either. Had someone taken you? The thought alone had his blood boiling, thinking of someone else laying their hands on you, hurting you… He shook his head, his fingers running through his hair to brush it out of his face. He couldn’t think like that. You had to be around here somewhere. 

A small whimper, one that would have gone unheard if the city were alive with pre-apocalyptic sounds, cars and muffled voices would have drowned out the quiet whine that came from the alleyway that he had just walked past. Without a second thought, he turned down the alley, his legs picking up speed to carry him to where the sound had come from. 

Tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes glanced up at him, but he couldn’t stop from looking at the bright red liquid that colored your hand and your shirt, dripping down your arm and pooling onto the dirty ground beneath you. “Oh my god…” Was all he managed to say as he crouched down in front of you, pulling off his jacket and pressing it against your wound. 

“You came back…” You whispered, although he wasn’t sure if your voice was so low because you were trying to be quiet or if you were just losing so much blood that you were becoming weak. “Why did you come back? You could have been safe…” You continued to speak, and it’s like he could see your heart rate picking up, the blood pouring more quickly now from your wound as you got more worked up. 

“Shut up.” He hissed, trying his best not to upset you, but you needed to calm down or else you’d lose too much blood, and that would mean he’d lose you, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. “You’re so stupid, why would you run off like that? Now both of us are back where we started.” He muttered, and your head dropped, but not only that, you shifted away from him, away from his touch, away from the jacket that was being used to try to stop the bleeding. 

“You didn’t have to come back for me.” You mumbled, your knees curling up against your chest as if you were trying to make as much space between the two of you as physically possible. “I’m sure your good karma meter has reached the top by now, you didn’t have to come back.” He just couldn’t get things right, he just kept upsetting you, even when he wasn’t trying to. “You can leave now, I’d much rather not annoy you with my dying.” 

“You seriously need to stop talking.” He urged, watching as, what could be, the remaining blood seemed to squirt from the bullet hole. “I’ll tell you why I came back, but I need to make sure you’re okay first. So just… Shut up long enough for me to try to help.” Your eyes rolled, but he didn’t really care for it, as long as they weren’t rolling to the back of your head. He could deal with your sassiness, it meant you were still alive. 

He carefully got you up off the ground, making sure you were steady on your feet before leaning over in front of you. “What are you doing?” You asked, but he didn’t have time for your questions, and he knew damn well that your time was very limited, so he reached back, wrapping his arms around the bend of your knees and hoisting you up onto his back. “What the hell?!” You shrieked, but your arms immediately wrapped around him to hold on. He liked the feelings of having you close to him like this… It wasn’t intimate in any way… It was just close, and if the situation weren’t so dire, he would have loved to hear you laugh and maybe even squeal with delight as he carried you around. 

“If you walk, you’ll lose even more blood. Just… take a nap… I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe… I promise.” 

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Joshua sat in the little chair beside the bed where you were laying, it was uncomfortable, but he didn’t mind it, and it almost seemed like he had become one with the chair considering he had refused to leave as long as you were still in there. 

The fact that he had managed to catch up with the group of survivors was a miracle, although the guard that he had pushed around didn’t seem very pleased at his reappearance. Once it was realized that you were injured though, one of the other guards pulled you off of Joshuas back and carried you the rest of the way. 

From the moment of arrival at the “base camp”, at least that’s what they called it, he never left your side. The nurses and doctors that had been saved from nearby hospitals had all come to look at you, taking turns to make sure you were healing okay. You had lost so much blood though that they were basically telling him to say his goodbyes when you first arrived. 

Still, even though you were okay, you were far from healthy. You were beyond weak, and it seemed like all you could do at this point was sleep, and while it scared the hell out of him, the doctors all tried to reassure him that sleeping was exactly what your body needed right now, especially since there wasn’t much else they could do outside the hospitals. 

So he sat, and he waited, he waited for hours, days, it felt like weeks that he just sat in that chair, dozing off occasionally just to be jolted awake thinking that he heard you move only to see the doctor walking in to check on you again. He had many questions, but none of them he wanted the answers to. 

A little yawn, and then the quietest curse had him opening his eyes from the little catnap that he had begun to take. You were sitting up on the makeshift hospital bed, your face in what looked to be a permanent grimace as you rolled your shoulders and tried to stretch. “It’s gonna hurt worse if you keep doing that.” He commented, finally feeling all the tension wash away from him seeing you awake. 

“You’re still here…” You said, as if finally noticing that he was in the room with you. Your head tilted to the side as you looked at him, your eyes narrowed, questioning his presence.

“I’ve been here the whole time, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” 

“How long have I been sleeping?” 

“Too long.” He said flatly, finally getting up from the chair and stretching. Even though he had occasionally taken a small walk around the camp, a majority of the past 3 days he had been in that chair. “How are you feeling?” 

Your eyes followed him as he got closer to the side of your bed, his hand reaching out to touch yours, but hovering just above it. “Uhm… stiff… Sore… Disoriented. Why are you still here?” Your hand moved away from his, but he wasn’t scared anymore. He wasn’t going to hide his feelings from you, he wasn’t going to push you away. You were staying with him, and while he had acted so annoyed when the roles had been reversed, you were now stuck with him. 

“I’m not leaving you… Ever.” He emphasized the ending, his hand coming down on top of yours and giving it a light squeeze. “Now that I know you’re okay, and we’re both safe… I shouldn’t have kept it to myself… But I need you with me. I’ve always been scared of losing you, since the second week of meeting you. Now that I’ve almost actually lost you, I never want to go through that again.” He leaned in, kissing the top of your head as his hand lingered on top of yours, his thumb brushing across your knuckles and sending goosebumps across your skin. “I’m sorry for being an asshole, I’m sorry for making you feel unwanted… I’m sorry for causing this… Will you ever forgive me?” 

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[barzysunflower]

cabin getaway - mat barzal

some requested and very needed barzy smut ;)

word count: 2.3k

smut!! 18+ (guys this is pure smut. like all of it)

February break. You. Mat. And a tiny home in the middle of the woods. What could be better?

"Aw, this looks nice," you exclaimed as you pulled up to the tiny home you and Mat had rented for a few days. It was isolated, deep in the woods and it looked cozy. "This is going to be fun."

"Mhm," was what your boyfriend responded with which made you chuckle. He would rather have been somewhere warm on an island but you were able to convince him to have a little romantic retreat in the deep of the New York woods. It had always been on your bucket list to try a tiny home and this seemed like the perfect time. Your main argument however was the tiny warm space you'd be trapped in with nowhere to go and Mat able to to anything to you he wanted.

"I love you." You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek when he finally parked and turned the car off.

"Well let's go in and show me how much." He kissed you deeply, showing you how much he had missed you on the almost two week long road trip he just came back from. You both had a lot of pent up sexual energy and this few days were going to be perfect to let it all out. You whimpered, already ready to take it a step further. Mat grinned knowingly into the kiss and gave you a few more seconds before pulling away. "We'll get the bags later."

You both jumped out of the car and hurried inside the tiny home. You stumbled up the two stairs, holding onto each other barely breaking your kiss. You had memorized the code to open the door already, so now it was just up to Mat to let you go for long enough to type it in. You didn't have much time to look around the home before Mat hoisted you up and threw you on the nearest surface. Which thankfully happened to be the bed.

He grinned devilishly as he pulled your leggings down and off one leg, not bothering with the other as it would waste too much time. You both pulled your sweaters off, already sweaty before you even began. But two weeks not having sex, you were both desperate to get going. Mat dropped his sweatpants then wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed.

His hard cock brushed the skin of your abdomen, knocking the breath right out of you. "I'm never going to get tired of seeing that."

"Fuck, me neither," he whispered as he pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his long fingers around your wet pussy. After a few more strokes, he roughly grabbed you by the hips and plunged into your hot, wet core.

You threw your head back with a deep gasp and could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He didn't give you much time to adjust to him and repeatedly slammed into you without any mercy. You were quickly out of breath, moaning and gasping for him, desperate to fall over the edge. "Oh god, Mat, faster," you almost screamed, holding onto the sheets for some sort of support. He grinned, and took a deep breath before lifting your hips and sinking impossibly deeper. With this new position he hit your g-spot with every stroke and with his cock massaging your tight pussy, you quickly reached your orgasm.

"Fuck, yes!" Your hips started shaking and you saw stars as he brought you to a beautiful state of euphoria.

Just as you were coming down, Mat's grip on your hips tightened, probably leaving bruises, and his head fell back. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, yes, cum inside me," you gasped and watched him fall over the edge into a powerful orgasm. He spasmed and his thrusts slowed making sure to cum deep inside you. He dropped on top of you, grinding his hips into your clit as the last ropes of his thick creamy cum coated your womb. You began shaking again, you legs tightening around his hips and before you knew it another orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug deep into his back until your tremors subsided.

After a few seconds, Mat leaned up on his elbows and rested his nose on yours. "If this is what we're going to spend our time doing, I can stay here as long as you want." You chuckled in response, still out of breath. Then after tugging your clothes back in place, you finally took the time to get a tour of the place.

**********

"Oh god, Maty, please," you screamed and tugged on his hair as he was devouring your tight, wet pussy. You had been at the little house in the woods for about five hours and Mat had made you cum about as many times. After a simple, but delicious, spaghetti dinner you were cleaning up the dishes and accidentally got soaked. And apparently doing the dishes in your bra was too much for Mat to handle and you ended back on the bed in no time. It was very comfortable.

With his rough hands grabbing your thighs and hips and his tongue doing it's magic, you felt yourself getting closer to the release you'd been chasing so much already today. But he suddenly stopped and got off his knees, standing tall above you. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"It's your turn. I wanna watch you make yourself come," he said licking his lips. With the dim yellow light of the cabin, shadows cast his face that made him look even more attractive. "Show me what you do when I'm not home."

A shy smirk crept over your lips as you reached for one of your breasts and started slowly massaging your nipple. His stare was intense, making your touch feel even better, but when your other hand crept toward your pussy, his stare could have burned a hole in it. A low moan escaped you when you started massaging your pussy lips against your clit. "Feels good, eh?"

"Yes," you moaned louder this time and slipped a finger inside your hot, wet center. You spread your legs even further and started moving your hand faster, chasing the pleasure.

"Will you cum for me, baby?" You could tell he was itching to touch you, so you grabbed his hand to replace yours that was massaging your breast. He pinched and twisted your nipple, making you scream in pain and pleasure, and he quickly eased that pain by swirling his tongue around the area, leaving only pleasure.

"Oh god, keep going," you heaved, adding a second finger. "I'm so close."

His lips brushed your chest, up your neck and jaw, driving you towards your peak. "Good girl," he whispered. "You're doing so good. Cum for me." Your thumb quickly rubbed your clit and your fingers curled inside you and that did it for the orgasm to crash over you like a tsunami. You shook uncontrollably as Mat whispered dirty little things in your ear. You had no idea how much time passed until you finally stilled.

"I don't think I'll survive the next couple days," you panted, unable to move. He laughed in response and kissed you breathless again before he stood to clean you up.

*********

"Oh god, I'm so cold," you said between chattering teeth as you pulled your scarf and jacket off.

"We should have stayed inside," Mat agreed, hanging his own jacket on the little rack.

"It was nice before we got lost."

"And whose fault is that?" Mat raised his eyebrows at you with a teasing smile.

"I'm sorry! I swear the left arrow said it would take us back here." You shivered so much that Mat took you into his arms until the shivers subsided a bit. "I'll make hot cocoa and let's warm up in bed."

You and Mat had just come back from what was supposed to be a maximum two hour hike, but it turned into four when you misread one of the signs and turned onto the wrong path. To make it worse, it started snowing halfway through the hike and you were basically human popsicles by the time you got back to the tiny home.

So now you were making some hot cocoa on the stove and changed into fresh clothes before bundling up in bed under piles of blankets. "I'm sorry," you whispered again after your mugs were empty and you were almost warmed up again.

"It's okay," he answered, burying his face im your hair. "I could have double checked."

You pinched him in the stomach and he chuckled and started tickling you. "Stop!" You wrestled him, but he was much stronger than you so he ended up in top of you with your arms pinned above you.

"You know, I can think of an amazing way to warm up." He grinned devilishly and waited for you sign of agreement before pulling his sweater of. In a matter of seconds, both of your clothes were off and on a pile on the floor. You attacked each other with a hungry kiss and you were honestly surprised you still had so much energy left to go another time. And by the way he was kissing you, you thought it would be at least two times.

"Turn," he ordered with a growl, and, god, you loved obeying him. So you turned on all fours and waited for his next move. He slapped your ass cheek lightly, first, then harder a second time, earning the exact reaction he was hoping for. His fingers moved to your cunt, making sure you were wet and ready, before entering you with a quick, hard thrust. His thrusts didn't slow down after that as he pumped into you with such force you lost control of your muscles. You buried your face in the pillows and just let the pleasure take control.

"Such a good, tight pussy," he grunted and his grip on your hips tightened. "All mine. All fucking mine." Then he wrapped one of his hands wrapped around your hair and he pulled you up to meet his chest. His thrusts slowed and he helped you roll your hips until you felt your orgasm crest. "Mine," he growled again and moved his hand over your pussy, rubbing your clit until you fell forward on the mattress, a shaking mess. You tried catching your breath, unable to move, but Mat had other plans.

"Uh, uh. We're not done." He fell down next to you and pulled you on top of him. His grin resembled the devil, but the way his erection was staring at you, you took a deep breath and got ready to be fucked limp again.

You grabbed his erection and with a quick thrust came down on him hard. You both moaned loudly as your pussy swallowed his whole length in one go, clenching around it tightly in a vice grip. "Oh, my God," you breathed, shaking from the sensation of him filling you up completely. A raw pain throbbed inside you somewhere, but it was heavily masked by the pure pleasure of his thick girth filling you up. You swallowed hard and dug your nails into his shoulders.

"You good?" Mat asked between gritted teeth. He was trying to steady himself, but his fingers that were digging into your raw ass told you he was just as close to exploding as you.

"I'm so good," you whispered, letting out a breath.

"So, so fucking good."

"That's my girl," he chuckled as he looked naughtily at you. "Show me what you got."

You began moving your hips, rolling them in a steady rhythm to begin with. Then you felt him jut inside you and the pulsating feeling of his thick cock against your tight walls made you speed up. You needed more - he needed more, and he needed it now. And you were going to give it to him.

Your breath became labored as you now rode him hard and fast, taking his full length over and over again, your pussy both weeping in protest, yet begging for more. Always more with him. Never satisfied.

Mat groaned and moved his hands up to your hips, following each bounce you made. He began meeting your movements with his own, thrusting up each time you collided. The result was making your vision dot with blackening pleasure, yet making you see shining stars when his dick kept plummeting inside you, fucking you up.

"Mathew! Oh fuck!" You cried, panting now. Your breathing was reaching a point where it felt like you couldn't exhale at all. It made your breath come out in high pitches until you no longer could take it.

"MATHEW!" Your orgasm completely tackled you, leaving you a screaming mess. He picked up the pace even more, thrusting harder, faster - wilder.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God... Maty!"

"That's it, baby," He grunted, smashing your hips to meet his. You could hardly function anymore, your body was turning into a mess of jelly.

"Scream my name. Come for me again. Clench me.

Milk me."

Before your second orgasm had even ended, you felt him give you another one as he throttled into you, hitting you straight where your G-spot was. How was that- But you had no time to think about it. You lost it.

"MATHEW! OH FUCK, YES, YES, YEEEEES!" You screamed louder than you ever had and your head went flying back as you spasmed around him, clenching him in a vice-grip.

That did it for Mat as well. With a loud string of curses, you felt his hot semen spurt into your burning core which you gladly accepted and you kept draining him, taking from him - greedy as fucking ever. Your breath was all but gone as you felt yourself collapse against him. His arms wrapped around you and he pressed a kiss to your head.

"Best weekend ever."

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[lokis-army-77]

Could you write about Jason and his crew trying to summon Demon!Eddie at skull rock on halloween. And they kidnapped the reader because she’s *ahem* a virgin. And Eddie appears but doesn’t appreciate the fact the idiots tried to kill her cause he’s bonded to her. It can be smutty if you want it to but if not that’s okay too

Summoning Part 2

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4195

It's a few weeks later on Halloween and Jason Carver, along with a couple of his basketball friends, kidnaps the reader in order to sacrifice her to a demon, little do they know, she belongs to one.

Warning: 18+ Kidnapping, attempted human sacrifice, blood, knives, talk of murder, death, demon summoning, unprotected sex, PinV sex, rough sex, squirting, orgasm denial. (I think that's everything but idk)

A/N: I might have gotten carried away...

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The walk home from school was quiet and cold, typical for Halloween. The sprinkle of rain that was coming down didn’t help much. With my car in the shop and my parents at work, there wasn’t really another choice. 

I was almost home, just a street over when I heard a vehicle pull up slowly beside me. Keeping my head down, I walked a bit faster. 

“Hey, wait up!” I heard someone call. Then they yelled my name and afterward was the sound of a door shutting. 

Hesitantly, I turned to look at who was following me, only to scrunch my face up in disgust at Jason Carver and his posse of boys in his Jeep Cherokee. 

“Yes?” I asked as politely as I could. 

Jason gave me a big smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I had a question for you actually but I couldn’t find you at school.”

“Okay?” 

“Hey, why don’t you hop into the car, I can drive you home and ask you?” He threw his thumb over his shoulder. 

“I’m good, I can walk.” 

“Oh come on, it gets you out of this drizzle for a few minutes. Come on.” He was encouraging and if I knew anything, it was to not piss off Jason Carver. So, I sighed and gave in.

“Fine, I guess,” I grumbled as followed him to the car where I slipped into the back seat with one of the other boys. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” 

He grinned at me through the rearview mirror as he put the car in drive. “Are you a virgin?” 

The question came out of nowhere, completely throwing me off guard. I could only stammer out incoherently as I looked around the car at the other boys staring at me. They had the same evil little smile which was plastered on Jason's face as he locked the doors and sped down the road. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I heard him chuckle. “Knock her out.” 

I barely had time to protest when a cloth was roughly smushed over my nose and mouth. I tried to push the hands away from me, but with every second that passed my limbs became heavier. Nausea build up in my stomach and my vision was becoming blurry. What the hell was happening? 

I stopped fighting soon after as a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me. My hands fell limply from the boy who was holding onto me and my head lulled to the side. I could hear them talking around me like I was underwater, everything was muffled before it all went black. 

When I came too, I was cold. Colder than I had been walking home in the rain. Groggily, I tried to move, yet I was met with resistance. I could tell my arms were bound behind me and my legs were the same way. Confused, I tried to pry myself out of the binds but to no avail. Calling out for help wasn’t an option either, considering there was something solved in my mouth. 

“Think she’s awake now Jason.'' I heard a voice from somewhere around me. I swiveled my head in their direction. Opening my eyes to look for the origin of the voice, I was met with darkness. A blindfold. 

I was trapped here, cold, bound, and gagged, what the hell was I going to do? 

My body tensed when I felt a hand gently caress up my arm and to the side of my face. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and I could now see. We were deep in the woods, and with a glance to the right, I realized it was Skull Rock, surrounded by trees. It was now night, the stars shown through the tree tops, there was a pretty good-sized camp rife burning closer to the covered part of the rock where the three of Jason’s friends stood. 

With a quick look down, I knew why I was freezing. I had been stripped of my clothes and sat up against a rock. Water droplets from the rain covered my bare skin and I shivered. Jason stood in front of me, arms crossed and eyes dark. 

I tried to say something to him but the gag kept me quiet. Jason just smirked. 

“You might be wondering why you are here. Well, that’s simple really. We need a virgin for our sacrifice and you, lucky for us, were ripe for the picking.” His fingers played with the loose hair which was falling into my face, and I flinched away from him. 

“See that circle?” He asked, taking my chin between his fingers and forcing me to look to my right between us and where the others were standing. There in the clearing was a stone circle, cleared of all leaves and other debris. “We are going to put you in the center and offer you up so that we can bargain with a demon.”

Tears began to prickle at the corners of my eyes. Shaking my head, I began to plead with him through the gag, desperate noises leaving me. I couldn’t die like this, bleeding out of the forest floor so some jocks could have their Halloween fun. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t like anyone will miss you, we all know your parents are never around and you have maybe one friend? No one will look for you.” He held my shin tight, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s better this way, isn’t it?” 

A tear finally slipped down my cheek. Jason whipped it away and laughed. “Look at this boy’s, she’s crying. The group laughed loudly and I couldn’t help but cry more. 

What would they do when the ritual didn’t work? I’m not a virgin and I am far from pure since my encounter with my own demon some weeks ago. Would they be angry? Would they torture me if I am still alive when nothing happens? I trembled at the thought of what was to come. 

Jason breathed heavily and looked down at his wristwatch. “It’s almost time boys. Let's get everything ready.” 

Fear struck me at those words. Almost time. I was going to die in a hand full of minutes and there was nothing that could be done, no one that could help. I was deep in the woods, utterly alone. 

My heart was beating rapidly and my breathing was speeding up as well, causing my chest to rise and fall quickly. Jason reached his hand down and grasped my upper arm, jerking me to my feet. 

With my ankles bound with rope and unable to walk, Jason had to lift me into his arms to take me to the stone circle. I tried to push him away with my tied hands, beating away at his chest before he practically tossed me to the ground inside of the circle. 

I groaned in pain when I landed on the ground. Shaking the hair out of my face I pushed myself up into a seated position. More tears were rolling down my cheeks. 

Watching in horror, the three other boys came walking down to the circle with something held in their hands. Squinting my eyes, I was able to tell what they were. Knives. Long sharp kitchen knives, that glinted in the light of both the full moon and the fire behind them. 

They weren't surrounding me yet, so I made an attempt to crawl away but I was soon caught by Jason, who smacked me hard in the face. 

“Don’t do that.” He tutted. “If you fight this, you’ll only make it worse.” He dragged me back to the center of the circle. “Now stay put.” 

I begged in my head, “Please don't let me die, please save me, someone save me.” It didn’t seem to work.  

One by one the four boys took their places around the circle, Knives held by both hands in front of them. Their eyes looked down upon me and my naked body with hunger and something so dark and evil it made me close my eyes and lay back in the dirt. 

There was nothing I could do now. I was corrupted, prying would not help me, and God would not help a forsaken demon fucker. No one was around for miles, so I had no choice but to take what was to come. 

Making an effort to steady my breathing,, I listened as Jason and the others started to chant. Their voices blended together and echoed out into the forest, beyond the trees, and into the void. 

My eyes shot open when I heard the bushes rustling, hoping that it would be someone that could help me, but it was just the wind. Jason was now leaning down, hand stuck out and reaching for my legs.

Grasping them, he took his knife and slit a shallow cut down my left calf. I hissed in pain through the gag. Blood ran down my leg and into the dirt.  Jason backed away and kept chanting. My eyes darted around frantically to each boy and their knives, wondering who would be the next to cut me. 

Then, instantly, they all fell silent. Jason’s voice resonated through the sudden silence. “Okay.” 

That one word was all he said before they all sank to their knees and raised their knives to the sky. It was fixing to happen. I was fixing to be murdered. Frozen in fear and not bearing to watch, I shut my eyes tightly waiting on the pain of being stabbed by four people. 

Yet, that pain never came, only a harsh breeze and the feeling of an electric presence. It was familiar, the energy that now surrounded me. I had only felt it one time before when I summoned the demon myself. 

Curiously, I opened my eyes, surprised to find the same demon I had summoned standing over me. He looked the exact same. Long dark hair, large imposing wings, and scary horns. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from him as he practically growled at the four boys now splayed out in the dirt, their knives no longer in their grasp. 

“You dare to try and sacrifice what is mine?” The demon was dumping as he spoke out. 

Jason’s mouth hung open as he tried to speak. 

“Answer me!” The demon roared, scaring the group.

They all cowered down into the dirt, groveling at the demon’s feet. 

“We-we are s-sorry, we did not know she belonged to you. We just wanted to-to make a deal.” Jason spoke and the others nodded in agreement. 

“Ha!” The demon laughed. “A deal you say? I, unfortunately, do not make deals with those who harm what is mine.” 

He turned away from Jason and leaned down to look at me. His long fingers stroked the heaving flesh of my chest before making his way down to the rope which bound my hands. With one simple touch, the rope fell away. I let out a muffled gasp of relief as he continued down to my legs and did the same to the rope there. 

Now, tears of pure joy were streaming down my face as I rubbed my sore ankles and wrists. Quickly after I was freed, I ungagged myself, opening and closing my aching jaw. 

“Thank you,” I whispered to him so that only he could hear. He did not acknowledge me, only placing his hand over my still bleeding leg and healing it instantly. The feeling was weird, like a million tiny electric shocks happening all at once and then gone the next. My hand shot out to smooth over where the wound had been, completely smooth. 

The demon stood to his full height again and I stayed seated at his feet, not sure of where to go. 

“Now, what to do with you four,” he grinned devilishly and the four cowering boys. “Should I tear you all limb from limb, have some fun, or should I send you straight to the fiery pits of Hell now? Either way, you will not walk away from this spot alive.” 

Not knowing if I could handle watching, much less knowing, he torture these boys, I tugged on the hem of the cloth he had tied around his waist. He looked down at me, face relaxing from the pure rage which fille dit upon looking at my captors. 

“Please, do not torture them while I am here.” I shook my head at him. He gave a short nod before turning back to the boys.

“Very well, it seems you will be spared your mortal punishment, but do not think you will not endure pain for all eternity in the underworld.” 

“No, plea-” The begs of the group were cut short as their bodies were engulfed in flames, their screams taking their place. In just a few seconds all four of the boys were gone, no traces of them left to be found. 

In the now eerie silence of the woods, I could still hear the echoes of their screams as they were transported into the fiery depths. I began to shiver against the warm leg of the demon. The rain had just begun again and I was still naked, he was the only warmth I had. 

“Come here, little one.” He reaches down for me, taking me up in his arms and walking me to the dry spot under the overhanging bolder of Skull Rock and setting me down. The fire was still going and with a snap of his fingers, the fire became bigger and warmer. 

“Thank you.” I sighed into him. He said nothing, only holding me in silence. 

It may be because when I first met him, those many weeks ago, we had only had sex and then he disappeared, but right now he seemed kinder than before. I could not wrap my hand around a demon caring for me, coming to my aid, and then comforting me next to a fire. 

“Why,” I started then paused to look up at him. “Why did you save me?” 

He looked at me, dark, black eyes reflecting our surroundings like a mirror. I tilted my head, encouraging him to talk. 

“You are mine.”

“Yours?” 

“Since we have been bound from our first meeting.” 

“Oh.” 

That was the end of our conversation and I started to shiver more. I really wish I had a dozen blankets. 

The demon’s wings made a whooshing noise as their flared out before they came to wrap around us, keeping the warmth in. Most people would be hesitant to snuggle close to a demon, but right now, he was so warm and holding me so tightly to him, that I didn’t care. 

“Thank you,” I said to him once more, more than grateful that he had come to save me. 

“There is no need for thanks, I am simply protecting what is mine.” He stated matter of factly.

I couldn’t help the pang of heat that his words sent through me. A heat that rivaled even that of the fire in front of us. Now I was hyper-aware of him holding me. The touch of our bare skin on each other, how his hands gripped my skin, massaging where they rested on my hips.

It was like I didn’t care that I had almost died like I just needed him and I would be satisfied. A soft, needy whimper left my lips when he shifted my weight in his arms. My body was growing needier by the second. 

Keening into his chest, I groaned at how my nipples hardened in the chilly night air. I let out another soft whimper when he moved again, causing my legs to spread, and allowing the air to hit the sudden wetness between my thighs. 

Grabbing onto the demon’s arms tightly, I looked into his eyes, pleading. “Please.” 

“Hum? What do you want?” He asked as if he could not tell what it was my whole body was aching for.

“You. I need you.” I gasped out, surging upwards to capture him into a kiss. 

We had not kissed during our first meeting and I am not sure what compelled me to do it now, but it was a kiss to rival all before it. His lips were surprisingly tender against my own and although his teeth were sharp as needles, I could barely feel them as they nipped at me. 

With one hand gripped into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other holding onto one of his horns, I moved my body so that I straddled his legs. Opening my mouth, I let his forked tongue devour my own. The taste of him was confoundingly sweet, like nothing I had ever tasted before. How could this creature, that demon from hell, taste like absolute heaven?

Small moans sounded in my throat as he held me tightly to him, helping to grind my hips into his quick hardening cock. 

Pulling his mouth away from mine, I tried to follow yet he stopped me with a hand on my cheek. “Shall I show you who you belong to?” He questioned and I could do nothing but nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me. “Very well.”

His hand left my cheek and pulled back the cloth which covered him. An involuntary moan came from me as I looked down between our bodies to admire his thickness and length. He was mouth-wateringly perfect, and if I had to admit it, what I dreamed of ever since he ruined me on the living room floor. 

Fucking him again had been all I could think about for weeks. Waiting on him to call upon me to continue fulfilling my service to him.

“Shit,” I hissed when the grinding of my hips caused his cock to barely sweep across my clit. It was aching to be touched and so was I.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged him, writhing in his hold. 

The demon just grinned as he took his cock in hand and slid its head between my slick folds. I trembled as he pushed into my cunt. 

“Nnhg- ah!” I cried out breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders. The stretch of my walls to accommodate him was almost painful, even so, it sent out the most carnal of pleasures through my body. 

I was so close to his face that I could clear the short groans he tried to keep quiet as he began to work my body up and down along his cock. They were so sinful sounding, the noises made a wave of arousal gush around him. 

Everything about him was titillating. Inviting in the most prurient of ways. 

“Faster,” I began to plead with him, moving my hips in his grasp. I needed friction and to feel the head of his cock prodding into the depths of my cunt. “Faster,” I whined again. 

He listened, grabbing tightly onto me and beginning to pound his hips up into me the best he could in our seated position. It was like I could feel him all the way in my stomach as he fucked me.

In my pleasure, my head lulled back, exposing the contours of my neck and arching my breasts into his face. He took this as an opportunity to capture the peaked nipple of my left breast in his mouth. 

The sensation of his split tongue as it played with my nipple was indescribable. It just felt amazing and had me rolling my hips in time with his thrusts. 

As his thrusts became faster and faster it was becoming harder for me to take a deep breath. Moans were flying out of my mouth at a constant rate. Lewd, all-consuming, moans and mewls. To my own ears, I sounded akin to the most debauched and pornographic thing I could imagine.  

My cunt gripped his cock tightly. I needed something more than just him furiously jackhammering into me. Quickly, I reached my hand down between us and began to rub tight circles along my clit. 

The stimulation of my fingers and his cock stirred up the heat within me and had my toes curling and my muscles tensing. I was so close to the end.

“Not yet.” Came the boom of the demon’s voice through the haze of my desperation. 

I shook my head frantically. “No, please, please.” My head shot forward to rest on his broad chest. I needed to cum, I couldn’t wait. 

“Not yet.” He commanded again, voice deeper, more authoritative. 

Tears of frustration started to pool in my eyes and a clammy sweat broke out over my body. I was trying so hard to hold back. My fingers stopped playing with my clit, only circling it every once in a while. IT was too sensitive to be touched too much or else I would have no choice but to let myself go. 

“A-aahh! Please,” I wailed into his chest. My hand which still held his shoulder, clawed at the skin as I refrained from succumbing to my own pleasure. 

“No.” He grunted out. 

The demon moved his hands, wrapping one arm completely around my waist as he took us from his seat and laid me on the ground. Then, his hands went to my thighs, pushing them up and into my chest. 

At this new angle, it was like I could feel every vein in his cock as he pushed into me. Screaming in pure ecstasy, I strained against him. Cunt convulsing and clenching, as if it both wanted to keep him inside of me yet also push him away. 

My body was moving of its own accord, squirming and writing in his stronghold. The slap of his skin on my ass and thighs sent a pleasant sting through me which added to the mountain of pleasure that was seconds away from toppling. 

His assault on my cunt was faster now that he was aiming down rather than up. The push of his cock into the very deepest parts of me would now be considered a stab. 

“Ah- ahhh- ahhh!” I needed something to grasp onto, something to tether me to the earth as I felt like I would fall over the edge at any given moment. The pressure was at a tipping point and it almost felt as if my cunt were going to explode. “Please,” I moan. “I need to cum. Let me cum, please.” 

Tears ran down my face as we looked one another in the eye. He did not give into my please ad he forcefully spread my legs and reached his hand down to my folds. He wet his fingers with the abundant slick and began to flit his fingers from side to side over my clit. The new, unforgiving, friction had my back completely arching off the ground. 

“Now.” He stated simply, grunting when my body went rigid. The pressure which had accumulated in my lower abdomen was finally released after a long time of being built up and held off. 

“Aaahhhh!” A scream ripped from me. I could feel the wetness of my arousal, hear it even, as it gushed out of me in a stream, hitting the demon in the stomach and flowing down both of our bodies. He did not stop driving his hips into mine as I came around him.  

My body shook as I cried out in pain, pleasure, and relief. His constant thrusts were becoming less constant and more carnal-minded as he came closer and closer to his own release. 

“Yes- ah, yes,” I mumbled, reaching out to him as he began to slow to a stop, his own seed spilling into me, filling me up. 

His body dropped on top of me, although, his arms held most of his weight off of me. “You are forever mine little one. Do not forget that.” The growl of his voice sent a shiver through me. 

I nodded in response, shining contently, settling tiredly into the forest floor. He leaned his face in closer to mine and capture my lips with his own. If I was not so warn out, I would have jumped in surprise at him initiating the kiss.  

It was a deep kiss. One which held a surprising amount of emotion at least for me. I should not be falling for a demon, even if he saved me from certain death. And surely a demon should not be falling in love with me, a human. 

When he pulled away I gazed at him through lidded eyes, smiling. “Thank you.” I yawned. He said nothing, he just silently watched me as I slowly drifted off to sleep surrounded by the warmth of him and the fire at our side. 

I do not know how I ended up back in my house, fully dressed in my pajamas, and snuggled up in my bed the next morning, but I was unbothered by it. The only thing that was on my mind was when I would see my demon again.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #demon eddie #demon eddie munson

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex is jealous

angst, jealousy, lovey dovey, first time hooking up

warning! 18++

mentions of; sex, curse words, etc.

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george was in town and you’d spent practically all day with him at your house. although he’s been friends longer with alex, he recently had gotten a lot closer to you. you and alex were roommates and you guys figured that george could come over today and you all could stream together and have a good time. the entire night, however, alex had distanced himself from the two of you. he saw through george and his antics. he saw the way he stared at your cleavage when you weren’t looking and how he’d watch your butt anytime you got up from your seat. he knew the lustful look in george’s eyes and he was not happy about any of it.

“okay, well i’ll see you guys later. thanks again for having me over!” george smiled and gave you a hug

you waved politely as he pulled out of your driveway. you looked over at alex who was leaning on his own car with a sour look on his face and it worried you. you walked over to him and asked,

“hey… is everything okay?”

alex watched you as you came closer to him. he groaned, visibly annoyed as he looked you up and down, practically rolling his eyes at your revealing outfit.

“i don’t know… why do you care? you’ve been way too busy with george all day” alex huffed

you were dumbfounded, as this seemingly came out of nowhere. before you could even respond, alex added,

“i seriously don’t like him flirting with you like that… and i hate that you let it happen too”

“alex… are you kidding me?! he was not flirting! we’re just friends! and even if we were flirting, it’s none of your business. im single, im young, so who cares if i was flirting with him?”

alex growled as he creeped up closer to you and in a low voice responded,

“well i know for a fact that you were definitely flirting back, weren’t you? and if you wanted for guys like George to stop making moves on you, then i would definitely get rid of your little “emo” and slutty outfits.. i know for a fact that you’re fishing for attention just from the things you wear” he growled intentionally

you once again were at a loss for words. how could he talk to you this way? who did he think he was? your father?! no… this wasn’t okay.

“let me ask you something alex… are you my boyfriend?”

alex was silent with a bright red face, he finally responded with a stuttering,

“w-what?”

“exactly, you’re not my fucking boyfriend. so if i want to prance around in a tiny bra and tiny shorts, then that is my business, not yours! and if guys flirt with me, so what?! i can’t help it if they want me, you asshole. i’m done here”

you make your way into the house angrily. alex followed you and you slammed your bedroom door in his face before he could get inside. you couldn’t help it if someone like George really was flirting with you. you angrily let tears fall from your face and threw off your jewelry and accessories. you felt ugly, you felt uncomfortable after alex pointed out that you shouldn’t wear revealing clothing. but so what? you’re your own person.

you stiffled your sobs as you remembered that alex was waiting outside your door. he knocked lightly and you quickly tried your best to dry your tears.

“come in” you said just above a whisper

alex came in slowly. it seemed he was less angry now and more worried as he saw your runny makeup and heard your soft sobs.

“y/n… im really sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you, i didn’t mean for things to turn out like this” he rubbed his neck awkwardly and avoided eye contact

“alex… i like the way i dress. and i will not let you make me feel bad for anything i do”

alex nodded and said,

“i just hate seeing so many guys have all their attention on you… it’s really annoying”

“but why? i thought of all people it wouldn’t bother you..”

“what? why wouldn’t it bother me?” he snapped back at me way too quickly

“you’re my best friend alex… i thought you’d want the best for me, i thought you wanted me to get out there more”

alex was quiet as he thought of what to say next. he sat down next to where you were sitting on your bed.

“do you honestly expect me to be okay with these guys to drool all over you? it’s annoying… i hate just standing by..”

“well.. am i doing too much? am i being too flirty? what’s the issue here ‘lex?” you were beginning to get impatient

“no y/n.. you’re not intentionally being flirty, you’re just being you and guys take advantage of that… they don’t shower you with compliments just to be friends you know?”

you understand what he was saying but it still felt like he was trying to be your dad and have a say in every move you make

“alex.. i can do what i want okay? i get that you’re being protective but im a big girl.. i don’t need this”

alex hesitated as he tried to explain what exactly the issue here was,

“y/n… i… i was jealous okay? there, i hope you’re happy”

“w-what? why were you jealous?” you asked genuinely

“god you are so fucking dumb…” he murmured as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance

“um, excuse me?! what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“i uh… i-”

“tell me what your issue is, what gives you of all people the right to get jealous just because im getting a little bit of male attention?!” you cut him off, tired of beating around the bush

“because… i want to be the only one flirting with you! i want to be the only one who gets to see you in your revealing outfits! are you seriously blind?! i don’t want anyone else to be with you but me..”

the both of you were silent as you take in everything he said. he wasn’t being an asshole just because?

“are.. are you serious? you’re not joking, are you?”

“no y/n… i mean it… i hate to admit it but yeah uh.. i can just um give you some space now i guess”

and with that, alex was gone. he didn’t bother you for the rest of the night. he didn’t even check up on you as you cried in the shower while trying your hardest to wash off your worries.

when you finished showering and doing your nightly routine, you laid in bed with all the lights off. you could hear your own breathing as the house was achingly quiet. after a few moments, you began to hear a song play softly nearby. it was “niki fm” by hawthorne heights, your favorite song at the moment. how did alex even know that you couldn’t stop playing this song recently?

you walked out into the hallway, avoiding any creaky spots on the wooden floor. the sound of this song was coming from alex’s room. did he want you to go inside? was this his way of saying things that were left unsaid and unanswered? you didn’t know. but for some reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening his bedroom door. you couldn’t help it if you crawled into bed next to him. and you definitely had no say in what happened next.

as you got into bed with him, you felt his strong hands grip both sides of your body by your hips. in one swift motion, you were straddling alex. even in the dark you could see his smile.

“hi..” you managed to squeak out

“y/n… what are you doing here?”

“i…. i don’t know…” you said honestly but you knew. you knew that you couldn’t stay away from him, you never could

“are you here… to seduce me?”

it was silent, until alex broke this silence with loud laughter

“oh fuck you”

“okay” alex whispered and he began to leave soft kisses to your shoulders. he moved up to your neck, making you jump from the shivers you felt run down your spine

“what?! what are you doing alex?” you whispered

“you can tell me to stop, you know? but i know you won’t… i know you came in here because you wanted more… you didn’t want tonight to end the way it did, did you mamita?”

your breath hitched as you heard his words. how did he know that you wanted him? was it that obvious?

“n-no… i mean, maybe i just wanted us to make up with a little cuddle?” you were trying to convince yourself at this point

“yeah? or did you want to come in here, profess your love for me and then proceed to beg me to fuck your brains out until you couldn’t walk properly?”

and again, his words left you breathless

“alex… what makes you so sure i even want you? let alone in that way…”

“well, for one… you’re still here and two, you’re letting me leave sweet little love bites all over your hot body… aren’t you? you just love my lips on your skin… you love the way my touch feels, don’t you princesa?”

he didn’t even give you any time to respond as he suddenly switched your position and now he was above you, his cold necklace dancing between the two of you.

“tell me to stop and i will y/n… just say the words” he whispered hotly in your ear as he sucked and bit the side of your neck while he simultaneously held both your wrists in one hand of his, and pinned them above your head. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t speak. all you could do was let out a sorry little whimper from the pressure of his tongue on your sweet spot.

“i thought so… so tell me y/n… did you think about what i said?”

you nodded silently

“and what do you feel about it all?”

“alex… i-i… i feel things for you… so many things” you stuttered out and that was enough for him to hear before he leaned forward and kissed you

“i really like you y/n.. i have for months now… and i want to show you exactly how much i like you… is that okay?”

again, you nodded silently

alex began to kiss you again, this time he pressed into you and let your wrists free as he supported himself above you. your hands instinctively went to his hair, and as you closed your eyes, the kiss deepened. it was slower than before but very intense. his tongue slid alongside yours and insisted for dominance. he led his hand down to reach underneath your shirt. he quickly pulled off your shirt and started to suck on your hardened nipples

“a-alex…. please” you moaned out

“use your words sweetheart, what do you want daddy to do?”

“please don’t stop… i need you so badly, i’m so fucking wet for you ‘lex”

he chuckled as he worked his way down your body with his lips.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve wanted this, how ive wanted you…”

“tell me more?” you asked him

“i… i touch myself every single night just imagining your sexy body, god do you turn me on y/n. you walk around our house wearing practically nothing on purpose don’t you, you little whore? be a good whore for me huh? show me exactly what you’ve been flaunting around me for months, mami” he started to play with your swollen clit and it just about made you cum right then and there

“you touch yourself to thoughts of me?” you asked innocently, in between a mix of moans of course

“how could i not? my cock is always aching and ready to burst inside my jeans each day i see you. you and those revealing fucking outfits. fuck, your tits always one tiny inch away from tearing open your tiny shirts from how huge they are. and don’t even get me started on your ass y/n… the things i’d do for just one back shot… im so fucking hard just at the thought of it… god i need you y/n, get on your fucking knees”

you obliged and you work quickly to undo his jeans and free his leaking dick. your mouth watered at the sight and you didn’t hesitate to take him into your mouth completely.

“oh… ah- y/n, p-please slow ugh… slow down mami, i want to enjoy it”

as you slowed down, your hand wrapped around his base. you looked up at him through your long eyelashes and his hips stuttered as he just about came. it was a beautiful sight seeing you eagerly waiting for his seed and your swollen red lips and hearing you out of breath. it was everything he imagined and more

he whimpered at every move you made. he couldn’t take it anymore, he yanked you off him and he settled down between your legs

he wasted no time in slipping two fingers deep into your warm cunt. he moaned at how slick and tight you felt

“mami, que bonita eres…. your pussy is so pretty”

all you could do was claw at his skin and moan in response as he curled his fingers up and against your g spot. he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you while he suck and licked fast circles around your clit. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept a steady rhythm

“a-alex, please! need you, need your cock in me!”

he simply smiled and licked your sweet juices off his fingers. he positioned himself at your entrance. he slowly pushed in and the second he bottomed out, he looked at you for consent to continue

the lewd sounds and colorful curse’s leaving your lips were enough to encourage him to continue

“you’re so tight… so much tighter than i ever imagined princesa. tell me how you feel y/n”

“i can’t think, your ah! your cock is so good, im so fucking full alex. please don’t stop!”

and he didn’t stop, he went a steady pace

“i love your beautiful body so so much ah- can’t wait to paint your pretty face with my load mamita”

you moaned loudly as he hit the perfect spot. you grabbed his face and kissed him feverishly while stuttering out,

“right there, please don’t stop”

“que rica te vez corazoncito… i won’t stop”

he sped up his movements, every slam went right to your g spot and you were so close now

“almost baby? corre para mi… that’s it princesa, viene para mi”

and your legs trembled as your core felt tighter and tighter and your walls clenched around his hard cock. you were tipped over the edge and you came around him with a lewd yell of his name

a few more thrusts and alex came inside of your pulsating cunt

the two of you caught your breath and laid side by side. you couldn’t help but look at alex with admiration and lust

“i hope you don’t think this is all i want from you… although that was definitely the best i’ve ever had. i want more. i want all of you. i want to call you mine, mamita. is that okay?”

“of course it is alex… you don’t understand how long i’ve had a crush on you…”

“then is it okay if i take you out tomorrow? on a date?”

you roll your eyes at him teasingly,

“a date after fucking, very romantic”

you both laughed and soon you fell asleep in each other’s arms

#quackity x reader #quackity #alex quackity #smut #alex maldonado #alexis quackity #alex x reader #qsmp quacki #qsmp #fanfic

[crossvise]

@bitchyunknownpanda

Summary; reader used to know Punk before he left, they have a bittersweet meeting when he comes back. Maybe Punk says something along these lines, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and I miss you." cause he really does miss her and wants her back.

Warnings; some swearing, that’s it.

When you first heard the rumors of CM Punk coming back to the WWE, you shook your head chuckling, there was no way he would come back after all this time. He had made an appearance here and there as an analyst a few years ago but that was it- and you were more than fine with it, you hoped you wouldn’t have to cross his path again.

As the weeks went by, you didn’t really pay attention to those rumors until you heard he was actually coming back and your world was so close to crumble down. It had been ten years since Phil broke your heart as he left WWE and you, ten years you worked on yourself to not suffer anymore and for most part, you did well but you knew he was your first love and a pet of you would forever love him.

Of course, he had to show up on Monday Night Raw, two days after you successfully managed to avoid him during Survivor Series. But if you could avoid him during a long event, you could definitely repeat it on Raw- you had it all planned anyways, your match happened to be right before he would get to the ring, if you were unlucky you’d cross paths but by the time he’d be done with his talk, you’d be ready to leave.

Thankfully, for the most part it went as you hoped, you didn’t see him before your match, everyone wanted to talk to him anyways, so it wasn’t that hard to avoid him. Your match went well and after over fifteen minutes wrestling your opponent of the night, you finally got the pin.

Making it back to behind the scenes had never been this stressing before, you knew he was right there and in the end, it was inevitable to walk past him- seeing him was upsetting but you also felt sad, after all this time, it still hurt.

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart aches but you didn’t turn around to confront him, you knew it would end up with you crying, no matter how strong you were. Thankfully, the timing saved you as he was called to go to the ring for his first promo since he left.

Without a word to anyone, you made it back to the locker room and showered as soon as you were out of your gear and make up removed. You thought you had been quick, apparently not quick enough as you heard knocking on your locker room’s door- it could’ve been anyone but it had to be Phil.

Leaving the door open for him to get in, you grabbed your jacket and closed your bag, “ what do you want?”

“ I just wanna talk- I tried to find you two days ago but you were nowhere to be found.”

You chuckled at this, of course you were nowhere to be seen that day, you spent all day and evening avoiding him, “ well yeah, I kind of didn’t want to see you.”

“ I’m sorry.”

“ It’s a bit late for that. I’m going to repeat myself- what do you want, Phil?”

“ I just wanted to talk, to say that I’m sorry and that I fucking miss you.”

You were taken aback by the last bit, you would’ve expected everything but this, “ it’s been ten years, you missed me for ten years and did nothing about it?”

Met with a deafening silence, you nodded and with a bittersweet chuckle, you roughly grabbed your bag and shoved him on the side to get out of the room and eventually the building. Usually, you would go meet the fans, sign their shirts or signs and take pictures but you didn’t really feel like taking pictures teary eyed.

As you were heading to your car, you heard distant footsteps but didn’t pay it too much attention until you threw your bag in the back of your car and heard Phil’s voice as he caught up to you, “ I did miss you for ten long fucking years, every single day I cursed myself out for making the worst decision I could have made.”

“ You broke my heart, hell you broke me!”

“ I know and I can’t do anything else than wish I hadn’t been this stupid and such a coward.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away your tears, “ why taking ten years to reach out to me?”

“ I was ashamed of breaking your heart, of leaving you the way I did and I’m pretty sure you didn’t want to see me.”

“ What changed now?”

“ I’m back and not planning on leaving anytime soon, I believe I couldn’t start by not apologizing to the person I’ve hurt the most.”

You nodded, after all it had been ten years and maybe the best thing was to accept those apologies that you’ve dreamed of for years, “ I loved you Phil, with everything I had- you were everything to me.”

“ I know. I can’t take it back or make up for all those years but believe me, if I could, I would.”

“ A part of me will always love you, you were my first real love and for that I’ll forgive you. Thank you for apologizing, and welcome back.”

A sheepish smile appeared on Phil’s face as you said you were forgiving him, “ I still love you, Y/N- I never stopped loving you.”

“ Don’t push your luck Phil. ”

“ I’m not, I don’t expect you to take me back in a heartbeat- I’m just wondering if one day, you would give me another chance.”

That was yet another thing you didn’t expect to hear tonight, and for a second you stayed silent, wondering if you could one day give him another chance, “ show me that you’ve changed, that you’re a better man and then, maybe, I’ll give you another chance.”

#cm punk x reader #wwe x reader #wrestling x reader

[captainmalewriter]

Hi, I was in my way from work to home on Friday on Katowice (Poland) underground bus station, when I found Yellow with Green Ring capsule on the pavement. I took it and put into my bag's pocket. I will open it in the evening, when I will have a bit of free time before my computer's monitor. What will happen?

Congratulations, you found my missing yellow with a green ring capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

You held onto the safety rail as the underground metro barreled down the railroad. As you waited to get home, you felt around your bag where you had stored a yellow prize capsule. You had found it back at the station just sitting around on the pavement. You decided to take it for yourself. You thought about opening it right then and there, but decided to hold off until you got home and open it there. You rubbed your finger against its sleek surface, your finger gliding across like butter due to how smooth it was. 

Open…

Your ears perked up. You thought you heard a whisper but weren’t too sure.

Open the capsule…

You heard it again. It was a scratchy, low-pitched voice. Your eyes darted around the bus car, trying to find whose voice that was, but you couldn’t find anyone suspicious. On top of that, nobody else seemed to notice the strange ominous voice. It was telling you to open the capsule. It was a simple command, and for a moment, you were actually considering listening…

But then the bus conductor announced the next stop, which was also your stop. You shook off the weird feeling, slipped the capsule back into your bag, and went about your way.  You got off the bus and made your way back home. You made yourself comfortable, then sat at your computer desk with the prize capsule in hand. No matter how much you looked at it, it seemed like an ordinary capsule! Yet at the same time, something felt undeniably wrong about it. You noticed it ever since you first laid eyes on it. It was as if the capsule itself possessed some sort of malicious energy…

You found a label tag on it. Before opening it, you decided to do some internet searching first just to make sure it was safe.

Open the capsule…!

You heard the sinister voice again. It sent a shiver down your spine, but forced yourself to ignore it. 

OPEN! THE! CAPSULE! OPEN IT NOW!!

The voice got louder and louder. It was as if the voice was inside your head… It was driving you crazy! You couldn’t take it anymore! In frustration, you slammed your hands on your keyboard, grabbed the capsule, and tore it open without a second thought. You were breathing heavily as you held the now broken capsule in your hand. However, there was nothing resembling a toy or a prize in your hand. All you were holding were plastic shards.

“Man! This is bullshit!” You shouted as you threw the broken capsule across the room. You didn’t care that you’d have to clean it later; you were just so mad that the same thing that was driving you insane turned out to be nothing but a piece of cheap plastic. 

You huffed out a breath as you calmed down. Now that that mystery was over, you decided to spend the rest of the night playing video games on your PC. You took out a game controller out of your desk drawer as your favorite MMO loaded up. You then looked up and gasped loudly as you saw a horrific sight on your computer screen: the skeleton of your face. 

“What the fuck!! Who the fuck is that!?”

You screamed out in terror as you made eye contact with the face on the screen. Your reflection was nowhere to be seen on the computer monitor. Instead, it was the reflection of some random stranger with an exposed, skeletal face. You felt unnerved as you looked at him… Every movement you made, the man copied you, acting as if he was your reflection.

“Wh-what’s going on…” you shuddered. “That’s not my face, who are you!!”

You shouted at the skeleton man. He only grinned in response, and when he did, the same cocky grin began to form on your face. You tried to stop it but it was no use, you were forced to smirk against your will.

“Heh, I’m the soul you just freed from that tiny prison,” the man said. Hearing his voice, it hit you that he was the one you were hearing earlier! But even more unsettling, your mouth began moving to match whatever he was saying. Now you were his reflection.

He noticed the uneasiness in your eyes and chuckled. He was clearly enjoying how much power he had over your body despite being just a face on a computer screen.

“You asked me who I am,” he started. “Well, to be honest, it doesn’t matter who I am. I’m about to be you.”

The man leaned in closer to the screen. When he made contact against the edge, he began to bleed out of your computer monitor as he physically manifested right in front of you. You opened your mouth to scream, not knowing how big of a mistake that was. 

As your mouth hung open, the soul made a beeline straight for your mouth. You gasped as you felt your entire body getting filled with a ghostly presence. The soul didn’t hold back in taking your body over as its new vessel. It entered you through the mouth and nose, causing you to float up slightly as you got possessed. With one final gulp, you swallowed the last few ounces of his soul into your body. Warm sensations flooded your senses as you felt your consciousness fade away into the background of your mind, leaving the driver’s seat open for the soul to take over. You knew you were finished when you felt an unwanted smile creep up on your face again; the same arrogant grin you saw on the computer screen a few minutes ago. With the possession complete, he was in total control and you were nothing more than a passenger inside your own body. 

You watched from the crevices of your mind as your body began to move around on its own. Despite having no control anymore, you could still feel as the soul possessing you touched and rubbed your now shared body. The hair on your arms felt familiar yet foreign due to the ghostly presence controlling you. 

Fuck yeah! It feels so good to have flesh again!

You could hear the soul’s inner thoughts as he flexed your arms. You then noticed a feeling of disappointment growing. 

Not good enough. If this is going to be my new body, then it’s gotta be just right! Don’t you agree bro!?

Under the soul’s command, you began flexing your entire body as hard as you possibly could. As you did so, your muscles began exploding with newfound strength and power. Your body was quickly becoming stronger! Your body didn’t take on any extra muscle mass, but the mass you already had rapidly became toned and well-defined. The hair on your head grew out until you had a flowing mane and stubble a man could wear with pride. Even your cock grew until you had an obscene bulge in your pants, a testament of the heavy hitter your body now possessed between your legs. The soul that had possessed you had completely remade you in its image! 

And although you were powerless to do anything, you soon learned to love the new arrangement you found yourself in. Everything the soul did in your body was way more fun than if you did it by yourself, including and especially sex. You were having the time of your life being nothing more than a vessel for a soul to have fun with. Soon enough, you were sporting the same arrogance the soul had. Perhaps the soul had even managed to transform your soul during the possession? Who’s to say! But who cares, all that matters now is whatever adventure the soul possessing you was about to embark on next.

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

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