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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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yandere mw2 characters with a reader who tries running away? (price, ghost, and alejandro)

Warning: punishments and angry boys.

A/N: hope you enjoy :]!

Captain “Price” John:

Less pleased about the incident. Cursing out, throwing out his cigar before checking your location.

He's immediately right behind you, yelling your name while catching up to you; immediately grasping your shirt, pulling you onto his shoulder, and taking you back home from the long journey that you started.

Once at home, Price is staying calm, a type of unnerving calm that's extremely uncomfortable. He's sent you to your room, like a child, and doesn't come in till he calms down to talk to you.

— "Why can't you see that I need to protect you?" He asked sternly, arms crossed against his chest as he looks at you sitting on the bed.

You stayed silent — like you always did. You heard him sigh before feeling the weight next to you deepen, signaling he was right next to you. "I just want to protect you. This is for your greater good. I don't want to do the extra mile with you, but if I have to. I will."

His reaction is very... dad like. While he does forgive you, he will not let you get away with it without consequences.

The 'extra mile' is stripping your privacy and removing your social life, completely.

That means that you won't be able to contact any of your friends, family, or simply anyone you enjoy time with. As well as for privacy, you won't be allowed to be alone for more than 2 minutes; having him constantly following you like some type of guard dog.

Need to make yourself breakfast? Let him do it. He's better at cooking; plus, you might hurt youself. Want to watch TV? Sure, just let him sit beside you. Want to head out and do a run? Maybe, depends on the weather. Even then, he's coming along.

While Price is easy to forgive, it doesn't mean he forgets. If the two of you get into a fight, he will bring it back up and threaten you with it. Possibly, add that he should've done more.

Although, the worse he will do is chain you to the bed. Possibly take away any electronics and things that bring you joy (ex: reading books, sleeping with stuffed animals, eating sweets, etc.)

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Expected it. Already thought it through, he's already ahead of you, chasing you down with his swift moves. He's efficient to know exactly where you are. The minute you think he's away, he's right behind you, a strong hand against your lower back as he carries you back to the shared home.

At first, he's angry — upset that you would thrash and run off when he has to protect you. But, after realizing that yelling was not doing so well; he was forced to put himself in your shoes.

I mean... waking up in a random bed, in the middle of nowhere, and somebody you thought you could trust; it's a big deal to process.

That being said, he will leave you alone, then come back with dinner an hour later. Sitting down in the bedroom with you and looking at you with a intense look.

— "Look, you don't have to speak. That's fine. Just let me talk." He stated, grabbing a chair and scooting it closer to the bed, sitting on it with a sigh and a few pops coming from his knees:

"I understand you're upset. But I need you to understand I'm doing this to protect you. For this reason, because of what happened today, I'll need to some change things."

His reaction is more... stricter after this incident.

The 'change' around the house consists of him being too over your shoulder; stripping your privacy by 90%.

Being in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes? He's knocking on the door, asking if things are fine. Want to go outside? Sure, but he has to be with you. Showering alone? Yeah, no. He's either joining you (with consent) or staying the in bedroom to watch you.

All the windows and doors are placed under severe locks, and some of them are insanely protected to the point its almost bolted shut.

At night, his grip around you is much tighter. He's always staying up later, watching you as you read books in bed or TV, whichever one you prefer. He'll try to strike up a conversation, watching your body language and skills.

While he is mad, he won't hold it up against you. Ghost would rather forget about it and move on. That doesn't mean he forgets. If this does happen again, the consequences are not lighter, rather semi-harsher.

Alejandro “Colonel” Vargas:

Stunned and displeased. At first, he was shocked; he thought you didn't have the guts. But, what did he know?

Much like the others, he's completely onto you. A trained soldier who's much faster than you. He's catching up with you, like a game of cat and mouse that's about to end.

In a second, you're caught in his hold, and quickly pulls you into a forced hug. him insisting that you need to calm down.

Sure, he's angry — you could've gotten hurt. Or worse. But, he hides it; doesn't show it to scare you or make the situation worse than it is.

Immediately, he's giving you space. He's going outside, leaving you alone in the house to think it through before approaching you with your favorite food and drink.

— "I understand you're scared, I know you're confused, mi amor. I do." He stated, crouching in front of you with his hands surrendering in a 'peace offering'.

He looked at you, watching your lip tremble with uncertainty. He reached over and grasped your hand, watching your body language before continuing to talk.

"But you don't have to be. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? What you did today, isn't your fault."

While he does blame the two of you, he mostly blames himself. Much like Ghost, he forced himself into your shoes; witnessing your confusion and uncertainty about the situation.

His reaction is guilty, and anger. They're both portrayed as him, he's upset at himself for not showing you he's not capable of protecting and loving you. While his reaction is more different from the others, he's more concerned about your opinion of him.

Though, he will do extra things to make this doesn't happen again. He'll have Rudy come over more, and have cameras set outside. Specifically in the entry and exit areas.

Certain windows and doors are bolted shut. The doors he and Rudy come in have certain locks and passcodes.

Just like the others, he will be more observant and coddled around you. If you decide to cook, he has to be in the same room or participate in it. Wanna head outside and shop? Sure, just don't shove his hands around your lower waist or back. Let it stay where he wants to put it.

During the night, he makes sure to hold your hand and cover you more. Kissing you and showing you he's not a threat. Buying you things and spoiling you more than he should. But, you deserve it.

Although, he will give hints that the next time you do this, he will make sure everything will be a bit more difficult.

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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call me.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you & eddie have fun together while you’re apart for the night. first in the “when i think about you, i touch myself” tie-in trilogy.

word count: 6k

warnings: phone sex, male & female masturbation, dildo play, use of a polaroid camera, nipple play, lots of dirty talk, basically just pure filth.

a/n: i hope yall like this one! it is the first of a trilogy that will be tied into my “when i think about you, i touch myself” series. if you haven’t read that yet, you should definitely check it out! however, you don’t have to be familiar with it to enjoy these fics.

minors dni!!

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Three months had passed since you started dating Eddie Munson.

That fateful day, when he’d walked in on you touching yourself to him, still felt like only yesterday. The two of you were inseparable, more than you had been as friends, and spent every available moment together. He would sometimes spend the night at your place, and often fucked you in some new, exciting location there before the two of you slept. Other times, you would go to his trailer, often when Wayne was gone so that you had privacy. Eddie would practice guitar, or start working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club, but would often get so distracted that he ended up nailing you on some surface in his room. Other times, the two of you were content to just lie in bed, sharing a joint or cigarette and making out lazily as you did so, basking in each other’s company. Being with Eddie was never boring, in any capacity, which made it even more difficult to be apart.

That happened to be the case on this particular night. You had to work late, and since he had to go to school the next day for Hellfire Club (which were days he definitely did not skip), you optioned out of going over. Doing so would ensure the two of you being up half the night, which wouldn’t be good for either of you the following morning. You did promise to call when you got home, however, so you went to your room and changed out of your clothes, throwing on his Judas Priest shirt and a pair of black lace cheeky panties. Once you were ready, you plopped onto your bed, grabbing your bedside phone and dialing Eddie’s number.

It rang for so long that you almost hung up. You thought that maybe he’d gone out, or was playing music and couldn’t hear the phone, or had fallen asleep early. The thought of any of those scenarios made you a little sad; you really missed him, and you wanted to hear his voice before you turned in for the night. You sighed, ready to admit defeat and hang up the phone. Before you could, though, you heard the click of a phone being answered, and then Eddie’s voice was in your ear.

“Hello?” he said, his voice raspy with sleep. “Who’s this?”

“Eddie?” you asked, twirling the phone cord in your fingers. “Hey, it’s me.”

“y/n, hey!” Eddie said happily, sounding a lot perkier than moments before. “Jesus, what time is it?!”

“Just past nine,” you replied with a soft smile. “Did I wake you? You sound tired.”

“Nah, he said, but you weren’t quite convinced. “I was just dozing a little. Going over some last minute stuff for this campaign tomorrow wore me out.”

“Should I let you go, so that you can get some rest?” you asked. “You really should sleep, so that you can get up in the morning.”

“No,” he insisted, quite firmly. “I’ve been looking forward to talking to you all evening. I’m really fine, I swear.”

“I believe you,” you said, grinning into the phone as you continued toying with the cord. “I’ve been looking forward to it as well.”

“I wish you were here right now, though,” Eddie said, chuckling breathlessly. “Uncle Wayne is gone for the night, and I really miss that pretty pussy of yours.”

You shivered, a soft whimper falling past your lips. “If you didn’t have to be up early, I’d come over with bells on.”

“Put them on your boobs,” Eddie joked, and both of you laughed. “Nah, but seriously. I really wish you were here.”

“Me, too,” you said with a sigh. “Being away from you is absolute torture.”

“The worst kind,” Eddie agreed. “But anyway, how was your night?”

“Super slow,” you said, crossing your legs together. “Boring as hell without one of your ‘special visits.’”

“Oh, those,” he said, with a knowing smile in his tone. “The visits that involve us fucking like rabbits in the parking lot or a supply closet?”

“Those are the ones,” you said, biting your lip at some of those memories. His hands on your thighs as he held you up against the supply closet wall, his ringed fingers around your throat as he absolutely railed you in the back of his van in the parking lot, his breath hot in your ear as he fucked you behind the building because he was jealous of someone flirting with you… “I did daydream a lot about you, though, but had to stop doing that after awhile.”

“Why?” Eddie asked.

“Because,” you said, smirking and biting your lip, “it was starting to make me really, really wet.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, then laughed softly. “Poor baby, though. Bet you were wishing I would come in, huh?”

“Mmm hmm,” you said. “How did your night go? Aside from all the exhausting D&D stuff.”

“The same as yours, pretty much,” he said. “I played some guitar, looked over the campaign for a little bit, and then I…well, I guess you could say I had to take a break.”

“How’s come?” you asked.

“I had to jerk off,” he answered, a smirk in his voice.

“Oh?” you said, rolling onto your stomach. “What got you going so badly that you had to do that?”

“You did,” he answered. “I kept imagining you, naked and holding my guitar as I took pictures. I imagined throwing you onto the bed, and eating your pussy until you begged me to stop because it hurt so damn good. I thought of fucking you from behind, choking you while I made you suck your own cum off of my fingers. I thought of making you cum repeatedly on my dick, making a huge mess all over my sheets every damn time.”

“Shit,” you said, a throbbing ache settling between your thighs at the very thought. “That’s so hot, not gonna lie.”

“It’s been so lonely without you here,” Eddie said with a dramatic sigh. “I miss how fucking good it feels to be inside of you.”

“Is that all you miss?” you teased.

“Nah, I really miss those tits, too,” he said with a laugh. “Come on, I miss you. All of you.”

“You’re ridiculous sometimes,” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well, right now, I’m ridiculously horny, so…” he said, and you could hear his fingers drumming against something; the table by the phone, most likely. “Seriously, I’m gonna start humping one of these chairs soon, if I don’t get some kind of relief.”

“Maybe we should fix that,” you suggested, lying on your back again and staring at the ceiling. “Do you remember how I told you, awhile back, that phone sex was a fantasy I always wanted to try?”

“Oh, I could never forget,” Eddie said. “I’ve always been curious about it, too.”

“We have a good opportunity tonight,” you pointed out. “We’re apart, so what better time to give it a shot than right now?”

“You’re right,” he said, and after a thoughtful pause: “How should we do it?”

“I want you to start off by telling me exactly what you would do to me if we were together,” you said. “We can just see where it goes from there.”

“You really wanna go there, huh?” Eddie asked, and you could hear a smile in his voice again.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Come on, Eddie. Tell me?”

“I guess that depends on what you’re wearing right now,” he said. “Tell me that.”

“Your Judas Priest shirt and black lace panties,” you replied. “Nothing too exciting, I’m afraid.”

“God, that’s hot as shit,” he said. “No bra, I assume?”

“You’d be correct,” you said, running your fingers between your breasts at the mention. “How about you? What are you wearing?”

“Just a pair of boxers,” he said. “So, tell me, how are those tits looking right now? Are the nipples poking through the fabric the way I like?”

“Yeah,” you said, tracing over one breast with a soft hiss. “Your shirt feels so damn good against them, which made them pretty hard.”

“Shit, y/n,” he breathed. “Well, let’s just say that if we were together right now, I’d be sucking on them, biting them, tugging the nipples in my teeth. Your tits are my favorite part of you, do you know that?”

“You may have mentioned it once,” you said with a giggle. “Or maybe fifty times.”

“I remember how wet you got when I tore your shirt the first time we had sex,” he said. “I also remember how fucking horny I got when I first laid eyes on your chest. I honestly didn’t think my dick could have been any harder, but I seriously underestimated how perfect those tits were. I would love to have those pretty nipples in my mouth right now. Sucking, licking, biting, swirling my tongue…Hearing those filthy moans as I do it.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, your hand instinctively squeezing your breast through the shirt. “Keep going.”

“I’d roll the other nipple in my fingers for a little bit,” he said. “Maybe even start fingering you after awhile, once your pussy is wet enough. I know you well enough by now to know that won’t take long, so I would start that fairly quickly. Two fingers, pushed in to the rings, making those dirty, wet sounds we both love so much. Fucking you, curling against that spot inside of you that drives you wild, all while I tease you about how wet you are for me. Still sucking on those nipples as I do all of it to you.”

You whined pleasurably, reaching under the shirt with your free hand to play with your nipple. You exhaled shakily, biting back a moan as you rolled the small bud between your fingers. He continued talking about what he would do to your breasts & your cunt, and you imagined that your fingers were his mouth instead. You were getting more aroused at that point, your panties clinging to you as you listened to him speak. His sleepy voice was insanely hot, and it really helped you in what you were doing. You moaned a bit louder into the phone when he began talking about kissing down your stomach, and cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction so soon. You knew what was coming, and you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was extremely amused.

“Having fun over there?” he teased. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m playing with my tits and imagining that it’s you doing it,” you said, arching a little as you tugged your other nipple in your fingers. “Your mouth, your fingers, picturing what you would look like as you suck on them.”

“Are you wet?” Eddie asked, his voice coming out in a breath.

“Yeah,” you said, grinning into the receiver. “Not as wet as I’m about to be, though, right?”

“You mean when I talk about eating your pussy?” Eddie asked, laughing as your breath audibly hitched. “Yeah, I thought so. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have my head between your legs now. Tasting you, feeling you clench around my fingers, seeing how fucking wet you’re getting for me. I would start low and work my way to your clit, my tongue dragging through your cunt, before moving back down. Imagine if I got that tongue piercing that I keep talking about.”

“Oh, dear God,” you whimpered, tracing lazy circles over your clit through your panties. “You know how hot I think that would be.”

“I promise that I’ll get one someday,” he said. “For now, though, stay on your back for me. I want you to imagine my mouth all over your pussy, my tongue fucking into you, your thighs quaking around my head as I suck your clit, all while you moan for me. Shit, those moans of yours always get me going. Moan for me right now, y/n.”

You rubbed circles over your clit through your panties, moaning just like he wanted. You dipped your fingers in the side of them for only a moment, but you enjoyed the delicious feeling of the friction over your panties even more. You groaned as hotly as possible while you played with your clit, head falling back against the pillows as you did so. “Eddie…”

“Fuck, like that,” Eddie groaned. “That’s my good girl.”

“I love it so much when you go down on me,” you said. “You always look so pretty, and it feels so fucking good. You’re really amazing at it; no one has ever made me cum harder from that than you.”

“That’s really good for my ego,” he joked. “Tell me your favorite part about it.”

“Looking down and seeing you gazing back from between my legs,” you replied, fingers still grazing your clit. “Feeling your mouth on my clit, sometimes seeing your tongue dragging through the rest of my pussy, feeling your fingers deep inside of me, your hair falling in your eyes and sometimes tickling my thighs and around my cunt, seeing your hands gripping my thighs or playing with my tits. I love all of it so damn much.”

“You forgot the part where I tell you how hard I get just from eating you out,” Eddie teased. “How good my rings feel as they pound against your pussy, and how hot you think it is when I beat off while you flood my face.”

“All of that is so good, too,” you said. “Especially the part where you have to jerk off, because I’m turning you on so much that you need some kind of relief.”

“I fucking love when you cum on my tongue,” he said. “The way you grind on my face just before, holding my mouth against you by my hair while you do it. You always taste so much sweeter right before you cum, too, and when you actually do cum? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so goddamn amazing in my entire life. I’m getting hard right now just thinking about that alone.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, squirming a bit as you ghosted your clit with your fingertips. “The thought of you eating my pussy gets you rock fucking hard, huh?”

“Hell yeah it does,” Eddie replied. “I’m telling you, I could probably hammer a nail right now with the wood I’m getting.”

“How charming,” you joked.

“It does get me really fucking going, though, jokes aside,” he said. “I’m curious; what would you do to me right now, if we were together?”

“I’d love to suck your cock,” you said, your hand delving into the waistband of your panties. They were soaked, as was your cunt, your fingers gathering the wetness on your fingers and spreading it through your folds as you whined. “If I were there, I’d drop to my knees, pull your cock out, and lick from your balls to the tip, sucking on it for a minute as I look up at you. I’d kiss all over your shaft, with those sloppy, wet kisses that you love so much, all while making eye contact with you. Maybe I’d even squeeze your balls, palming them as I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.”

“Jesus,” he panted. “You know how much I love it when you do that shit. Your mouth is a gift from the gods, I swear.”

“But you love my throat even more,” you said. “You love it when I deep throat you, or when I let you fuck my throat. I know it gets you off so hard when I choke on your cock, Eddie. I know you love seeing me drooling around your dick, or my makeup running down my face, if I wore any that day. You love how fucking messy I am when I suck you off, just like your own personal porn star.”

“I do love that,” he agreed, his breath caught in his throat. “You’re always hot as hell when you suck dick.”

“And let’s not forget how hard you came in your pants that time I was grinding in your lap,” you said with a breathy laugh. “My bare, wet pussy, dry humping you through your boxers. I’ve never seen you cum faster, and there was so much of it.”

“Because that was hot as shit,” he said. “I was hard as fuck, watching your tits as you moved along my cock. I love it when you give me a lapdance like that.”

“I’m not sure I would call it that, but sure,” you joked with another giggle. Your fingers glided through your slick folds, mewling shakily into the receiver. “Wanna know something that I’d love for you to do?”

“What?” Eddie asked, his own breathing slightly uneven.

“Cum on my tits after you fuck them,” you said, tracing slow, lazy circles against your clit at the thought of it. “Thinking about it is getting me so much wetter, Eddie. I can just feel your hard, thick, throbbing cock between them, or rubbing over my nipples, so warm and already leaking precum…”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said with a shuddering breath. “Keep talking like that, fuck.”

“I’d let you rub your cock on my nipples and all over my tits,” you said breathlessly. You were touching yourself even quicker now, fingers traveling through your folds at a decent pace. Your fingers trailed upward, stopping just below your clit as you cursed under your breath. “Every time you thrust toward my face, I’d lick the tip of your cock. Maybe I’d even pull you closer so that I could suck you off for a second.”

“y/n,” Eddie said, mewling softly. “Fuck, that’s so goddamn filthy.”

“Your balls would be so heavy, wouldn’t they?” you asked, moaning and arching a little as you pressed a finger inside of your sopping cunt. “Just aching to cum all over my pretty, perfect tits that you adore so much.”

“Yes,” he panted. “God, please.”

“And you can snap a Polaroid of them covered in cum to add to our little collection under your bed,” you said with a giggle. “You can take it out and jerk off to it when I’m not there. Just my boobs, covered in so much cum after you fucked them so hard. I might even gather some on my fingers, and put them in my mouth. Tasting you, mimicking a blowjob…Maybe you could take a photo of that, too.”

“Fucking Christ on a cross,” Eddie hissed. “Are you touching yourself yet?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m fucking myself on one finger right now.”

“Just like always,” he teased, then asked: “In or out of the panties?”

“In,” you said, smirking into the phone. “For now, at least.”

“Leave the panties on,” he instructed. “Don’t take them off until I say that you can. How wet are you now?”

“Extremely,” you answered. “My panties are drenched through, and my fingers are soaked. I’m so horny right now, Eddie.”

“That makes two of us,” he said, inhaling shakily. “Listen to what I tell you, okay? I want you to do everything that I say.”

“Okay,” you said, too lost in lust to argue or come up with some witty, sarcastic comment. “I’m listening.”

“Are you still fingering yourself in your panties?”

“Yeah, just like you asked me to.”

“Good. I want you to add a second finger, and then fuck yourself slowly with them.”

You did so, using your middle & ring fingers of your dominant hand. You cried out, back lifting slightly as they filled your sopping, needy cunt. Eddie cursed on the other end, hissing the dirty words as you pushed your fingers in to the final knuckle. Your cunt squeezed them, and you felt more wetness spreading as you began thrusting them slowly. You moaned at the sensation, clutching the phone in your free hand as you mewled. Eddie’s breathing was picking up on the other end, and you closed your eyes as he spoke again.

“Imagine that your fingers are mine,” he said, his voice even raspier now from lust. “I know they are a poor substitute, but humor me. My fingers are filling that beautiful, wet pussy, fucking you so goddamn hard that you feel as though you might die from how good it feels. Fuck yourself harder for me, sweetheart. Just the way you like when I do it.”

You began doing it as he said, moaning heavily as you imagine his hands. Those calloused fingers, the metallic heaviness of his rings, his palm against your clit as he fucked you on them from the correct angle, the thickness of his fingers…All of it was fucking delicious. He was right, in that your hands could never compare to the magic of his, but your imagination was just as great of an asset. You finger yourself even harder, picturing all of the filthy things his hands had ever done to you in the process. You ground your clit against your palm, head lolling against the pillows as the memories played in your mind. Wetness pooled in your panties, and Eddie’s labored breathing broke through your train of thought.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice a breathy moan as you whimpered. Your fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot as you moaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s my girl. Add another finger for me; fill your tight little cunt as much as possible for me.”

Your index finger joined the other two, and you groaned filthily as they stretched your walls further. He fell silent as he listened to you, the only sounds from him being his heavy breathing. You fingered yourself quickly, roughly, writhing as your moans fell into the receiver. “Eddie…Eddie…”

“Goddamn,” he breathed, exhaling in an uneven mewl. “Put the phone on your shoulder, and balance it. Use the hand that’s holding it and play with one of your nipples. Keep fingering yourself as you do it.”

You did as instructed, moaning hotly as you began rolling your nipple between your fingers beneath the shirt. The wet sounds of your fingers inside of your pussy fill the air, and Eddie moaned softly as he listened to them. You squirmed, back lifting off the mattress as you imagined his full, soft lips and velvety tongue around your nipple as his fingers pounded into you. You tugged the small bud, pinching it between your fingers as you hissed. More filthy noises fell from your lips, and Eddie’s breath had become far more ragged with the occasional groan. You chuckled breathlessly, still working both hands as you moaned again.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” you asked, the very thought causing another jolt of arousal to go straight to your pussy.

“I’m palming myself through my boxers for now,” he replied, his voice thick with mounting desire. “My dick is so hard right now that it’s actually painful. All because I can’t get the image of you playing with yourself out of my head, and those fucking sounds you’re making aren’t helping, either.”

“Mmm, you’re welcome, then,” you purred.

“I keep seeing that first day day we had sex, when I walked in on you touching yourself,” he said, groaning pleasurably. “The way you were fingering yourself under the blanket, how you kept moaning my name, the way your nipples poked through your shirt…”

“I’ll bet you think about that a lot when you’re alone, huh?” you asked, crying out in ecstasy as your fingers worked relentlessly. “How wet I was before you even touched me, how I got myself off so hard to you, and how you basically lived the porn dream of fucking me after.”

“Yes,” he panted, whimpering softly. “You’re such a good, dirty girl, y/n. I want you to get naked for me. Put the phone down, and take my shirt & your panties off.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You set the phone aside, ridding yourself of the drenched panties and the shirt. When you held the phone to your ear again and announced that the clothes were gone, he was hissing on his end. He told you to get a pillow and put it between your legs, and you did so in haste. You began grinding against it, pretending that it was his thigh as he’d told you, and more hot, dirty groans came past your lips as you did so.

“You have the hottest fucking moans I’ve ever heard in my entire life,” he said, whistling. “It never ceases to amaze me.”

“Eddie,” you moaned, grinding your clit against your pillow a bit harder. You whine, riding the side of the pillow as you grip the phone tightly. “I really wish this was your thigh. I’d love to fucking soak it, just like I’m doing to this pillow right now.”

“Stop, y/n,” he demanded, and you stilled your hips with reluctance. “I want you to go back to fingering yourself. Want you to make a big mess all over them when you cum.”

You rolled onto your back, and put your fingers inside again–three, just like before. You moaned loudly for his benefit, smirking as you did so, your fingers thrusting harder than before. You knew one thing that he enjoyed hearing every time you played with yourself in front of him, and decided to incorporate it. “I can’t wait to feel you throbbing inside of me as you fuck me so hard. I want you to fill me as much as you can when you cum. I want to feel it leaking down my thighs, and I want you to clean up the mess with your tongue when we’re both finished.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, and you could hear the faint sounds of him jerking off. “I’ll bet you’re so goddamn wet right now, hm? Take a picture with your fingers inside of you; I want to add it to my collection.”

“Hold on,” you said, setting the phone down so that you could grab the Polaroid camera that he gifted you a while back. You lie on the bed, pushing your fingers inside again with a hot mewl. You held the camera in one hand, the timer set as you wait for it to snap the photo. Once it does, you take hold of the picture and set the camera aside, waiting for the photo to develop as you picked the phone up. “All done. I made sure my fingers were as deep as possible, and that you could see just how soaking wet you really have me right now.”

“Mmm, good girl,” he praised, and the sounds of him beating his cock are a bit louder. “Hold the phone to your pussy. I wanna hear you fingering yourself.”

A smirk spread over your lips, and you told him to wait. You held the phone as close to your cunt as possible, and began fucking yourself at a hard, rough pace. The wet, obscene sounds of it echo into the receiver, and you knew that he was getting the earful that he wanted. You moaned as filthy as possible, mostly for his benefit, but also due to how fucking hot all of this was. You imagined his fingers rotating & scissoring in the way that drove you into a frenzy, crying out as you did so. You slammed them inside of you, making sure that the sounds were still loud enough for Eddie to hear. You brought the phone to your ear, wanting to check in with him, and were delighted to hear that he was moaning. He was also jerking off a bit faster at that point, by the sound of it.

“You’re hotter than any porn star in the world,” Eddie said. “One day, I’m going to film you fucking yourself before I pound the absolute shit out of you.”

“Looking forward to it,” you said, humming as you slowed your movements. “I’ll bet your cock is twitching right now, huh? So desperate to cum, picturing me getting destroyed by your fingers. I’ll bet you can practically taste my pussy, too, can’t you? I’ll bet you wish your face was soaking from eating me out, or that I cum so much around your cock that you’re absolutely drenched in it.”

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” he hissed, a breathy moan in your ear as he does so. “I need you to do one more thing for me.”

“What is it?”

“Find that toy for me. You know the one I’m talking about?”

“I think so. The one that I said kinda resembles your cock?”

“That’s the one. Go get it for me.”

Once again, you got out of bed to search for the dildo in question. It took a minute to find, but you discovered it within a box in your lingerie drawer. You hopped onto the bed, flat on your back as you held the phone up. “Got it.”

“Rub it through your pussy for me,” he said with a low groan. “Imagine that I’m rubbing my cock through it before I push inside of you. Getting my dick wet, spreading your cum all over that pretty pussy before I pound you.”

You massaged the tip of the dildo through your folds, picturing his cock like he’d asked. It felt as close to the real thing as would do, and your clit began to throb as you circled the tip of the toy over it. “Eddie…”

“Slap it against your pussy,” Eddie demanded. “The way I always do with mine.”

You did so, loving the wet sounds that it was making. He moaned as he also heard, and then he was telling you to push it inside to the hilt. You pressed it into your cunt and cried out, feeling so full and stretched out as you clenched instinctively. The toy was as long and thick as Eddie’s cock, but it still could never come close to the real thing. The warmth of his cock, the way it pulsated inside of you as he came, how good it felt when he set on a good pace–no toy could ever replicate that. It was doing a well enough job tonight, but damn, if you didn’t want Eddie terribly right then.

“Eddie, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed, hearing a soft mewl from his end. “I fucking love your cock.”

“Is it the biggest one you’ve ever had?” he asked, smugness in his voice.

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, thrusting the toy deeply and fucking yourself quickly. “I know that I’m probably the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy you’ve ever had, too, huh?”

“You bet you are,” he said. “Fuck yourself nice and hard, sweetheart. Imagine that it’s my cock, and that I’m just railing you.”

You thrust the dildo further inside, setting a steady rhythm. You brought yourself back to a recent memory with Eddie, one that took place at Reefer Rick’s only days before. The two of you had wanted a change of scenery and a new place to have sex, and settled on that particular location. You were looking for adventurous sex, and oh man, did that happen. Eddie pounded you on the kitchen table, so hard that the damn thing collapsed under your bodies. Neither of you cared in the moment, and Eddie didn’t stop as he threw your legs up to absolutely RUIN your cunt. You moaned hotly at the memory, feeling fresh wetness coming around the dildo as you fucked yourself at the same hard pace that Eddie had in Reefer Rick’s kitchen.

“Let me hear it,” Eddie panted. “Please, fuck, let me hear you fucking yourself on that thing.”

You placed the phone next to your pussy again, just as you had when you were fingering yourself. The dildo sounded much filthier than your fingers had, and the noises that it made only fueled your lust. You began moaning his name repeatedly, and after a couple of minutes, you brought the phone to your ear. Eddie’s breathing was ragged, he was groaning loudly, and you could hear him fucking his fist at a faster speed. He whined, and you mewled as you tightened your pussy around the toy.

“Enjoying yourself, too, huh?” you teased, chuckling around a groan as you positioned the dildo at an angle to slam directly into your g-spot. “I wish you could feel how wet I am because of this, Eddie. It’s going to be a hell of a mess to clean up later.”

“I never thought that I’d be jealous of a goddamn toy,” Eddie joked. “I keep seeing your face as I fuck you, how hot you look on my dick as I do it. My hand is no match, but that image alone is going to make me cum so hard in a second.”

“Can’t wait to hear that,” you said, moaning filthily as the dildo slammed inside of you. “Eddie…”

“Oh God, please,” he begged. “Say my name, baby. Moan it just like that when you cum.”

“Wanna know what I’d love right now?” you asked. “For you to choke me while you fuck me. I love when you use my pussy like it only exists for you. I love feeling you cum inside of me. I love being sore for days because of how hard you fucked me. I need it so damn much right now.”

“Believe me,” he said. “Next time I see you, you’re getting fucked so damn hard. Rub that clit for me as you fuck the dildo. I want you to cum around it.”

You cradled the phone on your shoulder, so that you could use both hands. One thrust the toy as quickly as possible, while the other rubbed hard circles on your clit. Between everything you felt, and listening to everything Eddie was doing on the other end, you came undone rather swiftly. Your orgasm hit hard, and you moaned his name the way he’d wanted as euphoria rained down on you. You made quite a mess as you predicted, the bed below already wet. Your body felt as though it were supercharged, your head swimming in bliss as you contracted around the dildo.

The phone had slipped from your shoulder in the commotion, and you pressed it to your ear just in time to hear Eddie’s own climax. He moaned loudly, hotly, and you couldn’t help but mewl in response. You could just see him right now–head thrown back, dark hair a mess, eyes squeezed shut, cum on his stomach and in his fist, hips bucking into his hand as he came. You whined at the mental image, withdrawing the dilso and feeling so much wetness coming with it. It pooled beneath you, creating an even wetter spot as you tried to move out of it. You were both panting into the phone, trying to regain yourselves, too blissed out to care about much else.

“Take another photo for me,” Eddie said after a moment’s silence.

“Of what?”

“You, licking that toy clean.”

You smirked, and decided to indulge him. You snapped the photo, your tongue licking the underside as you looked into the camera, your tits on full display for him, too. You sat it beside the Polaroid that you took earlier, the one of you fucking yourself on your fingers, before announcing to him that it was done. He chuckled into the phone, before speaking in a sleepy, thick voice.

“Good girl,” he said. “Fuck, that’s my dirty girl.”

“How messy did it get over there?” you asked with a giggle.

“Oh, you know me,” he replied, and it sounded as if he were using a towel to clean himself. “I’m always making a big one. Between both of us, it’s a wonder that we haven't gone through a million mattresses by now.”

You laughed, rolling onto your side. “I love you so much, you crazy bastard.”

“I love you more, you absolute goddess,” Eddie replied. “I’m really glad you woke me up.”

“Oh, so I did wake you up,” you said, amused. “I knew it.”

“I meant from my doze,” he insisted, but you could hear a smile in his voice. “I was just snoozing.”

“Sure,” you said skeptically. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”

“I expect to see those pictures as soon as possible,” he said. “Preferably next time I see you.”

“You know it,” you said, biting your lip. “You have a promise of your own to deliver on, too.”

“What’s that?”

“Filming me touching myself before you fuck me,” you said. “I think we could make a hell of a good sex tape, don’t you?”

“Oh, you have no idea the shit I’ve got planned for that,” he said, and you could hear the wicked smirk in his voice. “Give me a few days, and you’ll find out.”

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Horror Movies Pt. 1 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

word count: 3781k

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Neil’s eyelashes fluttered gently against his pale, sleepy skin. He woke to the soft hymn of a record player’s needle spinning on a Billie Holiday disk. When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing at the milk crate, flipping through the old vinyl, dusty with age. He sighed and stretched out his arms above his head on the cracking leather couch. She glanced over and smiled.

“Long night?” She teased as she put the stack of records back.

“How could you tell?” He rubbed his eyes and sat up, an empty can of cheap beer sliding off of his leg and onto the carpeted ground in the store.

“You almost never spend the night here unless you have a special guest,” she wiggled her fingers and leaned against the register counter. The store still bore the signs of the night before, lamps dimmed, empty beer cans, and a woman’s bra hiding between the seat cushions of one of the couches.

“You know I can’t have anyone over yet… it feels weird to bring them home with me, like the start of a horror movie.” He laughed awkwardly and checked his watch.

“What horror movie starts like that?” She raised her eyebrow.

“What if she turned out to be a serial killer?” He argued and she laughed lightly, shaking her head.

“So who was it this time?” She walked over to the couch and retrieved the bra from between the cushions. He watched her with an embarrassed blush creeping up his sharp cheekbones. “34D?” She whistled slowly and tossed it at his chest, “impressive, Neil.”

“Oh shut up!” He fumbled with the bra and tossed it aside.

“We need to open in fifteen minutes,” she stopped herself from sounding too annoyed and clocked in on the ancient time-clock system behind the counter. Neil grunted and forced himself into a standing position. Jonathan and Lucien arrived at the front doors and pressed their faces against the glass. She rolled her eyes, “Neil, your friends are here.”

Neil, holding the bra, dashed behind the counter and stuffed it into her purse.

“What are you doing?” She protested, struggling over the bra and her purse.

“Can you just keep this in your bag for a little while? I don’t want the guys to see.” His hair was pushed up over her forehead, showing the freckled texture of his skin.

“Neil…” She warned and he pouted playfully.

“Pretty please!” He widened his eyes into wide pools. She sighed and pinched the skin between her eyebrows.

“Fine, fine!” She pushed her bag into one of the counter compartments and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Oh God, thank you!” He smiled and hurried to let Lucien and Jonathan inside the video store. “I owe you one!”

“Yeah you do.” She couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she watched him scramble over to the front doors and unlock them. His friends came inside without a second thought and continued the argument that they had been having outside.

“No, I don’t think you understand. Quentin Tarantino is so overrated.” Lucien protested and beelined for her. “Here, is Tarantino overrated?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head, “I love all of his movies.”

“See!” Jonathan laughed.

“Sorry, Lucien, I’m with Jonathan on this one.” She pulled out the order receipts and started slipping through them, her short acrylic nails scratching at each slip.

“How could you like Quentin Tarantino?” Lucien exclaimed and walked angrily to the small circle of couches that Neil had previously been asleep on. I exchanged a look with Neil and smiled down at the papers, trying not to laugh.

“Come on, I don’t pay you two to sit around and argue.” Neil followed them. Jonathan stepped on a crumbled can and laughed.

“Well you certainly pay someone to sit around and drink.” He picked up the can and showed it to Lucien who stopped arguing to look.

“Jesus Christ.” Neil pulled on his face and ran away as they started bombarding him with questions.

“Did you have a girl over again last night?” Jonathan laughed loudly, gesturing to the empty cans.

Again? She thought it only happened once or twice but it happened enough times for Jonathan and Lucien to notice. She felt her heart drop into her stomach and tried to go back to work.

“Shhhh!” Neil tried to shush them and glanced over, embarrassed. She pretended to not hear. “I’ll tell you guys later, ok?” He whispered and she saw the boys nod out of the corner of her eye.

“I can still hear you!” She sighed and opened the register.

“You mean… you two?” Lucien pointed between them and Neil laughed tightly.

“No, no. I just didn’t think it was appropriate to talk about it… in front of my employee.” He struggled for the right words.

“Ohhh, sorry.” Lucien held up his hands in defeat and plopped back down on the couch. “So, anyway, the reason why I don’t like Tarentino…”

Neil left them to their argument and wandered over back to the register.

“Sorry about that.” Neil blushed and avoided eye contact.

“It’s ok. We’re all adults here,” she looked over at Lucien and Jonathan, “at least we are.” She corrected and he laughed.

“You have some…lipstick…” She pointed to a place on his neck and he wiped his neck with the back of his hand.

“Damn, I should probably change.” He let his voice drone on for a second longer and spun around on his heels, heading back to his office.

She had hid her feelings well for the past few months. She joked with him about the girls he brought back to the store and covered his ass when he slept into a work day. She felt like that was the only way that she could be with him, his friend or his younger sister. Strictly platonic. She’d been working at Gumshoe Video for nearly a year and gotten to know every one of Neil’s quirks. She’d started to like them, even though they could piss her off. The bells on the front door hit the door frame as a customer entered. She was short with black-shoulder length hair, twisted into small curls around her face. Her hooded eyes were focused on the racks of VHS tapes around her, speaking into a pair of string-earbuds. She was speaking to someone on the phone so she just waved at the customer and mouthed “hello.” The girl smiled back and started looking. Neil came back out into the store wearing cartoonish prisoner garb, a white undershirt visible at the base of his neck. He took a stack of returned VHS and put them on the counter.

“Hey, could you rewind these for me? I’ll help the customer.” He tucked a loose strand of black hair behind his ear and waited for her nod of assent.

“Sure, boss.” She liked using the nickname, especially when she was frustrated with him over something. His mouth twitched, starting to form a smile. She took the tapes to the tv in the store and Jonathan helped her load a tape into the box.

“Geez, how many are there?” He pointed to the stack at her side.

“Like ten.” She shook her head. “They never rewind the tapes, do they?”

“No, I guess they don’t.” He pressed the rewind button on the base of the box and they waited for the movie to go back to the beginning. She glanced over at Neil who was sorting tapes on the case behind the register. When the customer approached, he didn’t react, until she cleared her throat and asked again.

“Oh are you talking to me now?” He whispered and she nodded.

“Which do you recommend?” She held up the tapes and Neil smiled.

“Next tape, please.” Jonathan asked and she took the next tape from the box and loaded it into the player. “I’ll start a pile here.” He started to stack the boxes beside him on the other side.

“I need a form of ID.” She could hear Neil say behind her as the movie rewinded.

“I don’t have one.” The customer responded and she could hear Neil’s apprehension.

“No driver’s license?”

“I don’t drive.” She answered as if it were obvious.

“We don’t usually rent to people without ID.”

“Can I pay in cash? I have cash.” She handed him some money and he shrugged.

“Uhh that works.” She could hear his smile in his words. “It’s due back in two weeks.” He handed the tape over and she left.

“That was weird.” Jonathan mumbled beneath his breath and looked over at Neil who was watching her leave. “Looks like he’s found his next target.”

Neil chuckled and said took out an envelope from beneath the register.

“That girl was definitely on something. She gave me a $50.”

“Jesus…” She nearly dropped the tape in her hand.

“That is crazy.” Lucien fiddled with his pipe.

“And no driver’s license?” Jonathan asked and Neil nodded.

“She was hot though. Oh, Lucien?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you get that box of old thrillers from my office? They’re in a cardboard box, it's a recent shipment.”

“Oh dear God… thrillers.” Lucien stood and shuffled into the backroom, speaking beneath his breath about thrillers.

She rolled her eyes and focused back on the tapes. Jonathan cleared his throat beside her.

“So… I was meaning to ask you-”

“Yeah?” She asked absentmindedly and he started again.

“I was wondering if you’d like to do something this weekend.” Jonathan asked hesitantly and snapped a VHS box closed, “just the two of us.” He added and she paused. She looked over and blushed, suddenly very sweaty and uncomfortable in her own body. Neil looked up from the desk, having overheard the conversation.

“We could watch a movie… your choice of course.” He smiled and she mirrored him.

“Well, um,” she struggled to come up with an excuse. The truth was that she didn’t have one. Sure she favored Neil but Jonathan was cute too and obviously, Jonathan was interested in her. “Sure… yeah. I’d like to.” She allowed and Jonathan grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, why not?” She shrugged and Jonathan smiled down at the tapes in his hands.

“Look, I don’t mind if you guys fuck eachother but don’t do it right in front of me, ok?” Neil almost sneered and Jonathan looked over his shoulder. Lucien came back with the box.

“Says the guy that had sex right where Lucien was just sitting!”

Lucien almost dropped the box. “Where I was SITTING? Neil! You could have warned me!” He exclaimed and pushed the box onto the countertop. Neil’s face paled slightly and he swallowed, looking down at the box of movies.

“Nevermind, sorry.” He grumbled and Jonathan returned to tapes.

She and Jonathan finished the tapes quickly and returned them to their places on the store’s shelves. She stayed out of Neil’s way for the rest of the day, trying to ignore the growing core of frustration in her stomach. She hated the way he made her feel. They were only a year or two apart and yet, she felt so much younger, so naive. She knew him from high school when he was a senior and she was a sophomore. They’d done AV club together and he’d done tech in theater when she acted. They’d been nearly friends by the time he graduated. He had been attractive in high school too though he wasn’t very popular. They’d bonded over their mutual love for film and corresponded a few times over email in college. She’d only seen him as a friend until now, running her eyes down the length of his chest to her narrow hips. Neither of them had made as much as a move on the other since they’d met and now she willed him to see her as more than just a colleague or coworker.

She was perched on the stool behind the counter when a customer came in to return a video. She scanned the barcode and completed the transaction, bidding them a good day. She held the tape between her hands and flipped the box over, looking at the image of Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby. She’d cut her hair weeks ago, inspired by Mia Farrow’s character. Even though she knew she looked good in the shaved pixie, she felt almost undesirable. She had hoped that it would make her more confident but instead, it had weakened her sense of self-confidence. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Even having Jonathan ask her out didn’t help her confidence, it was pretty pitiful. Neil came around the back of the counter and checked a folder of receipts.

“This envelope is for that girl from earlier if she comes in again.” He pointed out the envelope with ‘That weird girl without a driver’s license.’ She smiled at the envelope and nodded.

“Got it, boss.”

He laughed lightly and started to turn away when she interjected.

“Do you want that bra back now?” She was suddenly conscious of her own breasts, pressed against the soft padding in her own bra. She crossed her legs, fixing the hem on her jeans. Neil cleared his throat and blushed again.

“Eh yeah, sure.” He avoided his eyes and she dug around in her bag for the bright red bra. When she found it, she draped it in his open hand, brushing her fingers against the skin on his wrist.

“Here.” She met his eyes.

“Thanks,” he looked down at it and then cursed beneath his breath, “shit I just realized that I don’t know her address. I don’t know how to get this back to her.”

“Do you remember her name?” She pulled up the business log on the computer.

“Umm… Nancy?” He offered and she typed in the name checking the rentals from the day before.

“Nancy Rand?” She read out the only name in the system.

“That sounds right.” He nodded and licked his lips absentmindedly.

“This is the address,” she read it out as he wrote it down.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked and she turned, shocked.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me return this?” He smiled.

“You’re ridiculous,” she stood and brushed past him but turned and then nodded slowly, “ok.” The store closed at 8pm. She changed the vinyl on the record player and sought out the broom and dustpan. Jonathan and Lucien left at closing and Neil closed the door behind them, flipping the sign on the door to ‘closed.’ Jonathan gave her a nod goodbye and she waved shyly. They closed down the video store in relative silence, only the music from John Lennon’s Double Fantasy filling the space. She swept the store thoroughly as Neil closed the register. She waited as he locked up and pulled on the doors to ensure that they were secure. The summer humidity hit them like a cloud as soon as they stepped outside. Neil had switched out of his prison costume, now wearing jeans, his white undershirt, and a green button up that he’d left unbuttoned. She took off her cardigan and stuffed it into her bag, preferring to confront the heat in her plain brown camisole. Her jeans were a little too long and brushed the pavement as they walked.

“Do you know where we’re going?” She asked Neil and he shrugged.

“Kind of. I think I’ve been in the neighborhood before.”

“Nice neighborhood?” She stuck her hands in her back pockets as they walked.

“Oh yeah. It’s across the street from the golf course.”

“Do you think Nancy Rand golfs?”

“Probably.”

“It's the Victoria’s Secret.” She sighed with a nod.

“What?”

“Her bra- it’s Victoria’s Secret.” She pointed to the tag on the side of the bra and he raised his eyebrow.

“Oh… right. What does that mean?” He smiled.

“It means she dropped like $30 on that. She has the kind of money to play golf and buy expensive bras.”

“What??” He held the bra further away from him. “Why are they so expensive?”

“The super fancy ones are. I can’t believe she left without it. It's nice.”

“Well to be fair, neither one of us were very sober.” He put the bra back into his pocket and swung his arms back and forth.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Soooo,” Neil shoved his hands into his front pockets and shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, “Do you wear Victoria's Secret too?” He smiled naughtily and she rolled her eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It seems like you have plenty of Victoria’s Secrets to go around, Neil.” She joked and pointed to his back pocket. He laughed and kicked his shoe against the pavement.

“Yeah, yeah.” He held up his hands in surrender.

“Is this the house here?” She pointed to a large house with wide round columns. Neil whistled low when he saw the house with two station wagons parked out front.

“Yeah…”

“How are you planning on giving that back?” She asked and he shook his head.

“I have no idea.”

“Oh, man… I have got to see how you pull this off!” She started laughing hysterically and he massaged his temples anxiously.

“I’ll just go up there and knock on the door.” He claimed and rubbed his hands together.

“Ok,” she smiled. “Go ahead! I’ll be right here.” She gestured to the curb.

He sighed dramatically and walked up to the front door, framed by symmetrical fake gas lamps. He pointed to the gaslamp and pursed his lips, she could almost hear him trilling his lips in mock admiration. She giggled and waved him on. When Neil rang the doorbell, an older woman opened the front door and greeted him with a confused smile.

Neil met the woman with a wide grin, immediately regretting the whole trip.

“Can I help you?” She asked and Neil shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet.

“I uh, I’m… I just moved into the neighborhood and I wanted to introduce myself.” He thought quickly on his feet and the woman smiled.

“Oh! I didn’t know someone was selling their house. Which is yours?”

“It's uh… over there.” He gestured widely behind him and cleared his throat. “So er, nice to meet you.”

“You haven’t told me your name.” The woman furrowed her brow.

“Right, right. I’m uh Neil… Neil Lowry.” He came up with a random fake name on the spot and clasped his hands behind his back. “Well, I should be going. It was nice to meet you!” He called and hurried down the front step to the driveway.

“Well, goodnight!” The lady frowned and closed the door, locking it. Neil practically scrambled back to the curb, panting.

“That was fucking embarrassing.” He coughed out and she stifled her laughter behind her hand.

“No luck?”

“God no.” He put his hands on his knees, his shirt falling away from his thin stomach.

“Why didn’t you just ask for Nancy?”

“I’m not even convinced that this is the right house!” He flailed his arms above his head.

“Well, we could always leave it in the mailbox.” She shrugged and he sighed.

“And run the risk of this not being her house and leaving a bra at a completely unrelated family home?” He cringed. “Could you use it?” He held out the bra and she smiled.

“I’m not a 34D, though I appreciate the offer. Ummm,” she rummaged through her bag.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“My binoculars.” She answered seriously and he laughed.

“You carry binoculars?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “they come in handy.”

“Do you often spy on people?” He crouched beside her on the curb, his hands held together in a tent.

“It's called people watching, Neil.” She withdrew the small pair of binoculars and brushed them off.

“Its fucking weird.” Neil retorted and laughed when she swatted him painfully on the shoulder.

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Ok, ok, sorry!” He took the binoculars and fixed the magnification onto the house. “We’ll have to go up to the house.”

“Now who sounds like a stalker?” She grumbled and grabbed her bag. They snuck around the house to the side fence.

“We’re both too short.” She pointed out and took the binoculars from Neil. “I could get on your shoulders…” She offered and bit her lip uncomfortably. Neil nodded and crouched down, his hands planted on the side of the house.

“Alright, climb aboard.”

“Don’t say that- it makes it sound weird.” She grumbled and scrambled, putting her thighs on either side of his neck. He stood upright and wavered a little.

“Steady.” She whispered and peaked over the top of the fence, and looked into the second story room through the binoculars. She could see a girl sprawled out on her bed, a tv playing Singing in the Rain.

“How do you feel about old musicals?” She asked and Neil huffed his response, not having to say anything. He hated Hollywood musicals.

“Is she in there?” He asked in a strained voice.

“Yeah, second story bedroom.”

Neil lowered her to the ground and she put the binoculars back into her bag. They went around the fence and crouched beside the side of the house, below the window.

“How old did you say this girl was?”

“I didn’t… and she’s in college.” He added quickly, “senior at NYU.”

When she didn’t respond he changed the subject.

“I’m going to throw a few pebbles at her window,” Neil thought aloud, “and when she opens the window, I can slingshot the bra up to her.

“Slingshot? You can’t be serious.”

“It’ll work.” Neil assured her and took a pebble from the ground. She sighed and waited for him to gently toss the pebble against the glass. He did it two more times before the window slid open and she could hear the girl leaning out.

“Neil?” Nancy asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, left this in the store.” He raised the bra and gave an awkward, crooked smile.

“Oh, gosh. Thanks but I have so many. It’s ok, who’s telling what kind of stuff is on it now. You can just toss it.” She shrugged and waved. “Bye, Neil.” She closed the window with a loud snap and Neil lowered his arm. He said nothing though his brows were knit together.

“Well what do we do now?” She asked below him and Neil smiled suddenly.

“I have an idea. Come on!” He beckoned her to follow him as he crossed the street and held aside the fence onto the golf course.

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End part 1 here :)

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian fanfic #fanfiction #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis #watching the detectives #gumshoe video #neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #smut #neil lewis x fem!reader #fem!reader #y/n #young cillian murphy

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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NSFW ABC's

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: NSFW

part J, K & L

Junk

what’s their private look/feel like?

He’s thick and heavy-hung. Ripped the same way the rest of him is – muscular – with fat veins like cables pumping power. High-strung with a sturdy spine, lifting it up like a cannon ready to fire. A plump tip with a deep slit shaping it where beads of white pill – like fine pearls running down the length of it into the ash-blonde wisp bearding the beast – growing lightly upward in a happy trail towards his navel – upon finely cut muscles, steering clear of his larger scars, and spreading even further upon his pelvis to his chest in short circular curls – contrasting the tan sand color of his skin the same way the stubble on his chin grows – scratching you every time he gives you a kiss.

Kinks

what turns them on?

Katsuki's kink is consent – hearing you tell him to go faster or harder or deeper – feeling you claw your nails into his skin while your legs pull him closer, wrapped tightly in a lock around his torso – how your own hips move impatiently against his – desperately begging for more of him.

He also likes hearing you tell him to be gentle, to go slower, to make his digs longer – how you moan sweetly for him and caress his body with gentle touches, all smoothly in soft small hands – how your lips press against his neck and blow on his ear – when in the absence of skin harshly smacking skin the two of you hear the schlick all to well as you mold into the other’s embrace.

Really – just anytime you ask for anything – when you show him you want him. When you ask to ride him and when you tell him to take over. When you tell him to kiss you and when you’re too caught up in it to understand what or how to ask so you instead just say his name with a moan.

Location

where do they like doing it?

Katsuki likes going at it anywhere at home in the comfort of your shared house – with the exception of his car if he’s feeling impatient – his sofa, his kitchen counter, his dining table, his tub, his shower, his windows, his home-office desk, his bed, on a pile of his dirty laundry.

It’s in those intimate places that he can really let loose, leave the worries of the world outside and keep his focus on you and all those innermost personal ways he wants to ingrain you in his life – root you in his privacy – tattoo you into his skin.

Though there have been times when you’ve visited him at his hero agency – bringing lunch – where he’s been too riled up and tattered from huge wasteful meetings with other pro heroes who’s all had their head’s too far up their asses to come to any agreement regarding anything – when seeing you has been such a blessing that he just hasn’t been able to keep himself from grabbing at you – desperate for comfort and some consolation in burying his frustrations deep inside your tight cunt.

Where due to his occasional raging fits and his own personal need for privacy – his office is both soundproof and fitted with airtight blinds – therefore, nothing to keep him from making you scream when he takes you hard against his desk.

And aside from the office, there have been times you’ve stayed with his parents where he’s not been shy of getting frisky with you in his childhood bedroom.

So, in correction, maybe it’s closer to anywhere he feels at home – and not restricted to the house.

tip-jar:Kofi

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accio-victuuri · 4 months

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the other day’s discussion about xz being hengdian’s cupid reminded me of wyb being hengdian hawkeye and just that place specifically. how at one point, they almost shot a drama at the same time post untamed filming. and the rumor that came about during that time, i guess a lot of cpfs should be familiar with that — the whole wyb prepared a secure room for xz to use in hengdian. how he allegedly had a gate/door installed so no one can just get in xz’s living space. it’s one of my faves so when i saw a specific cpn video i thought i would share.

i am referencing this source cause it’s the first time i heard of the place being so secure like a bunker.

so the timeline is wyb was finishing off his shoot for luoyang (031921) and xz will start filming yuguyao (official opening ceremony 032921 but he was already there before that) — both are shot in hengdian.

the story is wyb has already initially tweaked the room he is using during his stay for safety. we already know that wyb and his team is big on privacy and his safety so this appears to have some truth in it. i’m just not sure how they do it in hengdian and how far a celebrity can personalize their space. tho it makes sense that hengdian ( world studios ) is a special case. tourists are allowed to come in and there are hotels and a whole itinerary you can follow to enjoy the place. celebrities like wyb will surely have a separate residence compared to other people and considering who he is, maybe he got the permission to do what he wants/needs.

there is a clue from an lrlg post where it talks about a time that wyb was injured during filming luoyang and was talking to xz. when he called, he said it was fine, but as he talked, it said that he wants to go home. Come and take me home.🥹🥹🥹🥹

a line was also added :

Xiao Baili is leaving. The sunrise and sunset here are left to you.

now let’s continue on with the story, it says xz said he wanted to stay in the same place wyb did — more of like him being sweet and all. like he wants to be in the same place as the love of his life but when he saw what wyb did with the place he was stunned. wyb made more modifications than what he initially did. he also had more time cause ygy filming was postponed, it was supposed to be end of december. what we know is that there is a separate gate before you can get to the actual room but what’s inside and other modifications was not specified.

( for visual purposes only to tell the story better )

Another rumor is that, WYB walks a long way every day to the parking lot behind his hotel. His room is the top floor and red arrow is where he exits and goes to the car ( green arrow ) so he can be driven to the set he has to film for the day. When it was XZ’s turn to stay there, people are saying as soon as his car parked and opened, he rushed in and knew where to enter. even his staff was surprised and he left them behind. this is allegedly his first time staying at this place so why does he seem so familiar with the area? cpn is that he has already gone there before and stayed with wyb. i’m a believer that zz visited luoyang set before so this kind of cpn makes sense to me — i don’t need much convincing 😂😂😂

finally, this bonus fake rumor that adds to this rumor:

XZ was shooting for a magazine. After a while, his assistant went outside and brought a bag of snacks. XZ asked “Is he here?” and the assistant said: “No, he is in Hengdian, but his assistant is here.”

After taking the photo for the magazine, He invited everyone to drink and then I heard his voice saying

"I'll be fine later. I can go find you."

“Not far”

"Didn't you come to see me before?

"Let's just meet there."

"Let's go eat hot pot again."

Can you guess who he is speaking to? 😏😏😏

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #this is one of those things that i always interested me and will never be confirmed or what but i still love it #the amount of bjyx incidents out there 🤣🤣🤣🤣 IT’S ALOT #wang yibo protecc

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nut4shuri · 1 year

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Mkay very random but like college setting where Reader meets her new dorm mate the Princess of Wakanda herself. And starts to fall for her but tries to hide it very horribly because Shuri found out within a week but kept teasing and pushing the reader to see how far she would go, leading to a night of smoking(If ur comfortable with that), shotgunning and the readers loud moaning. Just the dirtiest shit you could ever write 🤌

DORMMATES

(18+)

shuri x You/Reader

Warnings : Smut Smut Smut Dirty Shit Nasty Shit Unholy Shit,Provocative Language,Slight Cringe (some errors most likely because im to lazy to proofread)⚠️

THANKS FOR REQUESTING BAEEESSSS!!💓

I love yall.

Smiling lightly you pulled your luggage behind you as you grabbed your ticket from the hands of the perosn behind the desk.

"Room 234"she spoke suddenly and looked up from her computer and smiled at you.

You began to drag your luggage behind you as the lady behind the desk yelped.

"oh and you have a doormate. I know you requested a single but they all where taken up,sorry."

Your smile admittedly dropped,your wasn't no bougie bitch but you knew you needed your privacy,you couldn't do roommates you couldn't even share a room with your siblings let alone a random starnger.

You thought as you pulled your luggage alone up the stairs, and sighed as you walked down the hall.

Just fuck it and go home.

You dont need collage.

232,233,.."234." You said and huffed.

Turning the nob slowly you opened the door up to an empty,clean and quiet dorm.

Their sat boxes on the bed,and electronic like gadgets on the opposite desk from yours. Posters of neatly sketched out figures where on the wall also, and the shower was running.

You didn't know whether to leave or not so you just sat your bags down and began to unpack.

Not accomplishing the whole "unpack" thing you just gave in and flopped on your bed.

Till you heard a ding ans turned over searching for the sound,it was coming from a bracelet laying on your roommates dresser.

It glowed up a little before a voice sounded out.

"Princess shuri you are requested at the palace immediately." The voice sounded out.

You where taken aback at first.

"Am i tripping,maybe its the weed.." You sat and took a step back you didnt even hear the bathroom door open as you bumped into something.

You jumped then turned and their stood the Queen/Princess Of Wakanda herself,THEE black panther stood in your door room in only a towel.

You held your breath for second,and just smiled.

Her wet & curly hair dripped and draped over her face,her skin glowed as water dripped from her body she smirked at you.

"12 seconds in.You checking me out ma?"she said and you didnt know what to say.

"No..." You said as your breath rushed you stepped back and rushed out the dorm.

Its been 2 days since you've been doormates with Shiri and you had got to know her allot. Its very hard because she's so fine,you love everything about her especially her demeanor,the way she carried herself even the way she talked.

She was sweet,and nice,and had a way with words. She always had a way of teasing you without and you didn't even notice her smile each time,and even though you didnt know she knew you liked her,or felt some kind of way,but she kept teasing you ever chance she got. She loved the way you lit up and the way your body heated up against her.

She would grab your waist from behind and whisper in your ear just to tempt you. When yall studied together she would lightly tap your upper thigh when you got an answer incorrect just because she liked the way you where so reactive towards her.

Would bite her lips while looking at you,just to let you know she was checking you out.

She wanted you in every way possible and you didn't know.

"Look Dray,i don't want this anymore im tired ok. Im tired of you and your lies and your cheating and hiding.. I don't want it anymore"

"Look Y/N baby i know you don't mean that girl" he said grabbing your waist slightly pulling me you in.

You pushed back as he grabbed you more gripping your ass and agressively kissing you.

Breaking free you smacked him harshly which caused him to stare at you with wide eyes.

"Look y/n baby im sorry i-"

He started to apologize but you just walked away.

"Hey shuri-"you spoke entering your dorm room a couple hours later as you eyed the girl sitting beside shuri on her bed.

"Hey."she spoke driley,as she groped at the girl's chests and the girl planted kisses on her neck.

The rest of that night shuri was really rude,she had an aggressive toan when speaking to you and even sat and made out with the girl in front of you.

"Uhm shuri did you get the homework for cal-"

"find that shit on your own."she spoke nonchalantly.

After the girl left shuri tried to talk to you but you continued to ignore her.

In the middle of the night you got up and took a long shower,after getting out you pulled a big white shirt and some small black shots on wrapping your damp haur in a smalled white towel.

"I need to smoke" you said as you whipped your hands over your face.

Walked outside the room you looked over at shuirs sleeping body and sighed.

Walking over to your draw you grabbed your rillows and your small black pouch within your bag,taking it and tossing it to your bed as you walked to your door to insure it was closed,lighting an candle and placing it by the door hesitantly.

As you where rolling up you listened to shuris faint groans in her sleep,making you look over at her as her eyes began to flutter open.

You continued to lap at the blunt in your hands tucking it tight and grabbing at your hellow kitty lighter on your dresser.

She just layed their looking at your for a moment,her big btown eyes staring you up and down watching you like a hawk making you heat up inside.

"Y/N.." She began to speak as you placed the blunt to your mouth.

Inhaling slowly an pulling it back.

"Im sorry about earlier...."she slurred out completely.

You took a minute,then repsonded.

"Its alright its not like you owe me any loyalty anway,your not my girlfriend."

"But i want you to be.."

You stopped inflhllaing before turning over to look at her.

"What?"

"Let me see that" She said standing up her musle shirt tight to her chest and her curls ran crazy over hear head,her hair was more fuller and longer and she had a tatto on her upper arm.

You eyed her as she stood standing over you her hand moving to your chin pulling you in.

"I dont ever wanna see you with that dumb ass nigga again. Do you hear me?" You knew what she was referring to.

"Yes.."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Shuri."

She let out a hmm and smiled at you lightly.

"Who was that girl.." You said turning your head to the side.

"Some girl,agreed to be my study partner the finals. But its clear she just wanted this strap" she replied cheesly.

Making you cringe and roll your eyes.

Shuri has a big ass ego i could tell you that. But boy was she right.

She showed you the strap,teasing you with it,poking you all over your body. Sometimes she would purposely leave it out so you could see.

It was really hard for you to contain yourseld.

"y/n..ive been watching you.."

"Really?"

"Yeah..ever since ive met you."

"yeah.."you added on watching her pull the blunt to your mouth letting you inhale.

"i know you want it just say it baby.."she said whispering in your ear.

your cheeks flashed red as hell as you palmed your knees in your hands

"shuri-"

Placing the blunt down she stood up walking over to her drawn pushing it aside to reveal a button behind it.

You bit your lip in curiosity as she looked back and smiled pushing the button.

The bed mad a creek like latching sound and began to hover to the side a bit and Shuri walked back to the side where it was visible to you.

Pulling out a draw hidden underneath the bed she smiled at your reaction.

"Shuri whats in it.."

"patience,baby."

She opened it smiling at you realving all types of hand cuffs,toys,vibrators,blind folds,bondages...etc.

you then realized the princess of wakanda was a kinky mf.

you sat in silence for a second then stood up walking over and picking up the pink toy from the box..

"Have these been in-"

"Hell no,why on earth would i want to use toys on you that have been in other woman."

"Y-you want to use them on me?"

Shuri smirked lightly.

"Would you let me?"

You stiffened up for a sec you weren't sure if this is what you want.. Or maybe it was the weed.

"Yes."

Shuri smiled.. Walking over to you slowly like a lion getting ready to attack its prey.

She picked you up aggressively pushing you against the wall and pressing her lips against yours,their was no room for you to move as she pushed her body against yours grinding her hips into you and beginning to run her warm hands over your clothed nipples.

You gripped tightly on her hair making her groan and bite your bottom lip,her hand gripped at your figure.

Kissing every part of your body she flicked your nipples and continued to grind against you. As she tossed you on to her bed.

Ripping your clothes from your body she kissed at your neck and massaged your chests,all your sinful moans encouraged her to continue on.

She sucked one of your nipples and massaged the other one,breaking away to give the same attention to the other one.

Moving down slow and teasingly she grabbed both your thighs and spread your legs and continued to move down.

You bit your lip throwing your head back,gripping her hair and trying to forcefully push her down to where you wanted her.

She groaned smacking your hand and landing a harsh slap on your pussy making you whine out.

Walking to the box she pulled out two pairs of hand cuffs.

Unsure of what she was about to do you kept quite and watched as she skillfully cuffed your hands and used the other cuffs to cuff the chain of your already cuffed hands and cuffed the opposite part to a pole on her bed.

She smiled at you and kissed your lips.

"are you comfortable?"

"yes" you croaked out.

"My impatient baby" she said as she looked you in the eyes her hand ran down your body and to your wetness.

She massaged over it and ran her fingers over your clit collecting all your wetness...

Placing her fingers in her mouth she sucked soflty.

Lapping at your clit she aggressively pushed the vibrating toy in and out of you at a fast pace,causing the vibrations,and sinful sounds to sound out into your bed room.

"please please"

"please what baby" she said as she wrapped her lips around your clit sucking softly loving the feeling of your lit throbbing in her mouth.

"please don't stop sh-shuri"

she began to thrust the toy into you even faster as your high began to approach.

your breath quickened as your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan of relief.

Turning off the toy she pulled the toy out of you and walked over to her dresser pulling a blunt from it and sparking it up.

She leaned against the dresser and smiled at you,walking over she pressed the blunt to your lips allowing you to take a couple puffs as she began to remove her clothing in the slowest way possivle way,taunting you as you whined.

Her hands grasped at your sides as you bounced up and down on her lap making her throw her head back and groan.

Her hands massages your nipples softly. Making the sensation much more better.

she groaned and continued to groan and moan after each thrust,the strap twitched inside of you as you bounced upward.

"please y/n baby don't stop"

You held onto her shoulders,aggressively attaching your lips to hers.

You just wished this ecstasy could last forever.

mmm. this has... HOMO written all over it.😏

#letitia wright #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #black panther #shuri x you #wakanda forever #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri black panther

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poeticlilies · 1 year

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I really loved the akutagawa x reader post. Could you maybe do one for dazai?

♡ Melancholy

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: You comfort Dazai after a bad day. (fem reader)

TW/CW: angst, spoilers, harmful thoughts, dazai's past, abuse, might be ooc? not too familiar w bsd yet i'm new to the fandom :')

Dazai Osamu was a man who had lived through at least seven lifetimes in the span of one.

He'd seen things; things that nobody should've seen, but it didn't stop him from seeing them.

He saw Mori kill the old boss and rebuild Port Mafia anew; he was abused by him, and continued the cycle of abuse with Akutagawa, who eventually did it to Kyouka.

Oh, he was a bad man; a wicked, bad, person who had done unspeakable things under the orders of Mori (although some of those actions were not orders; rather, they were committed of his own will).

And although he has betrayed the mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, although he has saved countless lives (and the city of Yokohama, several times) he still sometimes finds himself thinking it wasn't enough.

Wasn't enough to wash his hands of the blood he's spilt; wasn't enough to cleanse his sins as they clung to him, digging their claws into his back and oozing inside, whispering in his ear that he'll never be good enough, never be able to do enough, never be able to save enough lives.

And sometimes, when you aren't around, he curls up into a little ball under his sheets and cries, sobbing into the comforter and choking as he tries to breathe (but miserably fails).

He wails into his blanket, shaking all over, hands trembling and eyes wide as he scratches at his throat and his chest, leaving red irritated marks as he tries to rid himself of his sins.

In the detective agency, he was Dazai; a charming, annoying, womanizer who never worked but always somehow managed to turn his share of the paperwork in.

At home, in the privacy of his bedroom, he was Osamu; a man who grew from the broken mold of his childhood, desperately picking up the pieces of his heart and gluing them back together only to fall apart at another one of Kunikida's scathing remarks or the looks from the Agency members varying from pitiful to condescending.

Osamu is sure that he's useless. A burden to the agency; kept around only as a pretty face for sore eyes.

He's been hurt much too much to let anyone know of his meltdowns; there was one close call when Atsushi questioned the splotchy patches of red on his face when he came out of the bathroom, but he managed to convince him it was the aftereffects of another poisonous mushroom and that he was fine, having already been treated by Yosano.

He's hurt too much to even want to fathom the idea of letting someone into his heart. No, what if they see the ugly creature of anxiety and fear and shun him, kicking the soft organ in disgust and making it crumble further into pieces?

You had been let in unwillingly; after worming your way into his heart, one day, things had changed.

You found him crying in your shared bedroom; chest heaving as he sobs into his palms, occasionally pawing at his bandages and tearing the soft fabric. He was so scared, that day, that moment; everything seemed to have been frozen as you two lock eyes, and for a moment, he's absolutely sure that his worst fears have come true, that you will shun him and kick him and sneer at him in disgust, before leaving and never coming back.

Oh, he was so surprised to learn that wasn't the case; when you had shushed him and pulled him into a soft, gentle, hug, and told him it would be alright, despite not knowing what he was crying about, he almost giggled; you didn't hate him? even after knowing his past? you didn't hate the monster that was in your arms?

Of course not, you told him. You're not a monster, Osamu, you murmur, hand carding through his hair as he shudders in your arms.

He blinks, once, twice; before fresh tears come into his eyes (these are ones of happiness) and a soft smiles curls his lips upwards as he lets his façade melt away and allows himself just this once to be rocked to a comfortable nap, knowing that if you've seen this side of him and still chose to embrace him that nothing would hurt him now because you were here, and you cared, and you forgave him for his sins.

And his heart twists in melancholy; there's something just on the tip of his tongue, something about his past that he can't quite piece together, but you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head and the thoughts and sadness melt away until he is not Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, the ability user who harnesses No Longer Human, and he is simply just a man who has found someone who cares about him.

And he feels a little branch grow out of his cold, dead heart, and he tells himself that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be loved by you.

shii bro this one was long asf... uhmmmm i kinda got carried away :') wHOoPsiE

still very new to the bsd fandom so i apologize if my little scrunkly is ooc

#dazai x reader #osamu x reader #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd angst #bsd comfort

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ghosttalksalot · 5 months

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after some time of patrolling, peter and wade are close. they've had their fair share of heart-to-hearts, and peter thinks wade knows him damn well by now.

after a particularly rough fight (some bad guys who didn't mind things getting ugly), and peter waiting with wade for a couple of hours as his legs go from gone to gross to almost-close-to-normal, peter thinks that wade has been pretty vulnerable with him too. he decides he may as well return the favor and do something for wade.

"look... i'm not too far from here, if you'd rather sleep the rest of this off." peter can feel the excitement radiating off wade as soon as he realizes what's being said.

"baby boy, i would love nothing more than to see your little spider-man-den!"

peter has half a mind to regret it, or even take it back, but he pushes through. after all, if deadpool of all people wanted to violate his privacy, he'd be able to find and know more than anyone needed to- far beyond just face, name, and home.

"promise not to peek? just for the first time." peter does regret that choice of words, though, and he realizes his slip-up just before he hears wade's delighted quip in return.

"baby boy, it's our first time, i'll do whatever you want!" a slightly super-strength-backed punch to the arm did not slow him down. "i will follow all your rules and make sure this is safe, half-sane, and consensual, every time!"

"alright, alright," peter sighed and kept the smile out of his voice. he shot a bit of webbing over the eyes of wade's mask. "no peeking, don't try to look until i say so. i mean it, wilson."

wade mimed zipping each of his eyes shut and throwing away the zippers. peter rolled his (unzipped) eyes, but smiled under his mask. he let deadpool grab onto his back and made sure he had a good grip.

"please stay seated and keep your seatbelts on, we are taking off." before deadpool could respond, spider-man was up, up, and away. webbing his way back home.

as he ignored wade's usual wooping and occasional screams of terror, his mind was at war. half was telling him badidea, badidea, badidea and the other half was telling him it'll be fine, he can trust wade, this is an excellent opportunity to get closer and maybe even get his chance. while he supposed he agreed mostly with the latter half, he needed to beat down that very last part with the nearest large stick.

deadpool does not actually want spider-man, even though peter might want that to be the case. the flirting was a part of his brand, and did not mean anything. and peter knew, even if deadpool did want spider-man, there's no way he'd want the plain and unimpressive man under the mask.

peter shook his head to clear his thoughts as he webbed his own building.

"ladies and gentlemen, please stay in your seats as we begin our descent." with that last notice, peter swung effortlessly down onto the wall next to his window, before opening it deftly and dropping in. he landed well on his feet, it was practically graceful after years of practice.

deadpool dropped off his back and landed on the ground with a thud and an "oof". decidedly less graceful.

now that wade actually was in his apartment, peter felt his nerves humming slightly. he quickly tidied up his few belongings and put all identifying objects (pictures of him, his degree, some mail etc.) into a drawer that he closed with a bit of webbing on the inside.

"alright, are you ready?" peter slipped his fingers under the edge of the webbing on deadpool's mask. he'd tried to keep the nerves out of his voice, but deadpool frowned noticeably under the mask and grabbed peter's wrist without force.

"baby boy... are you sure?" now it was peter's turn to frown. "'cuz you really don't... sound sure."

"what are you talking about? i brought you all the way back here, right into my apartment, why wouldn't i be sure? i could've just not, but i did, and you want this, and-"

"webs. you know i want to get to know you, and see your spider-home, but not if you don't want it. you're going on about not being nervous, but it's just sending me further towards the opposite impression." peter frowned more at that, and tried to ignore his fluttering heart at the considerate words. "you can take me right back to where we were and i won't bring it up again. i only want to do what you're comfortable with."

"look, d- wade. i do trust you, it's just a new thing. i'm nervous, but i do trust you and i want to show you that." deadpool's noticeable frown faded slightly, but he still seemed unsure.

"only if you're positive. this is a lot, and very personal, and i know you're very identity-careful." peter couldn't ignore his fluttering heart now, but he could ignore the voice telling him to change his mind, now muffled by the beating in his chest.

"here we go." peter tightened his grip on the very edge of the webbing and tore it off the mask, while trying to be careful not to tear the mask itself. wade noticeably lit up as he looked around the small apartment.

"ohhhh... i'm in your spider-man-pad!!" deadpool bounced in place a bit as he spoke. peter kept his eyes on wade as the larger man spun around and took in the... rather unimpressive apartment. then it was wade's torn to watch as peter took out a measly blanket and thin pillow. peter felt his face redden.

"sorry, i'm.... not exactly rolling in dough at the moment." he tossed wade the blanket and pillow and wade seemed for a moment as though he was planning to collapse on the couch as he usually did on benches, but had the bright idea that this couch might not take it well. he plopped down as carefully as deadpool was capable of.

"webs, you could live in a dumpster and i'd happily chill on a rat carcass pillow under a newspaper-covered-in-spoilt-milk blanket." peter pulled a face at that.

"that is disgusting." wade only cackled in response. peter opened his fridge and immediately closed it at the reminder that he hadn't bought food for a while. he was getting caught up on rent, and wade happily bought them food every night since it meant he got to pick the restaurant. peter didn't really have the funds to get sick of having mexican food over and over.

he settled to just plop down on his own bed, noticing wade's eyes were clearly on him, and he had not talked for a while, which was unusual.

"can i help you?"

"thanks for trusting me, spidey." wade spoke softly, his tone serious. although they'd exchanged serious words tonight already, the sincerity caught peter off guard this time.

"i mean... why wouldn't i? just... you know, don't go poking around."

"cross my heart!" wade was quickly back to usual wade, speaking in a delighted tone and miming a big X over his heart.

peter snickered and rolled over in his bed, facing the wall. he fell asleep quickly, feeling oddly safe knowing that wade was there.

...

peter woke up to a loud scratching sound, like a heavy object being dragged, a sound that was grinding on his enhanced hearing like nails on a chalkboard. he quickly lept out of bed and scaled the wall to the ceiling, ready to fight whatever made that noise. blinking the last bits of sleep from his eyes, he scanned the room and landed on a slightly sheepish wade and...

"wade. what is that?"

"webs, have you never seen a futon before? this is some of the finest furniture known to ma-"

"i know its a couch, wade. why is it here?"

"can't a man express gratitude for shelter and a place to sleep while he finishes growing back his legs?" wade put his hand over his heart and feigned heartbreak. peter sighed and stood, still on the ceiling, and walked over.

"did you... steal this?" wade gasped in false shock.

"spider-dash-man!" he spoke incredulously, as though peter truly had no reason to suggest that. "i cannot believe you could ever accuse little ol' me of such a thing!" peter eyed him suspiciously. deadpool isn't exactly known for his law following.

"then can you... return it to where you definitely-didnt-steal-it from? because i... i really can't accept this, wade"

"spidey. my web-slinging, crime-fighting, perfect-ass-equipped friend. that right there is the very best part! i thought of everything" wade tossed him a crumpled piece of paper and held up a fairly large bag that had been sitting on the futon. "it even comes with a comforter!"

peter uncrumpled the paper and scanned it. it was a receipt for the exact couch. at the very bottom, circled three times in red pen, were the words 'NO RETURNS, EXCHANGES, OR REFUNDS.' peter felt his heart swell as he looked between a smug deadpool and the receipt. he looked at the couch, which, if he was being honest with himself? looked nicer than his own bed.

wade had actually bought this for him, he knew peter needed it and wouldn't want something stolen. he did this out of consideration and the kindness of his heart, and peter just hadn't been taken care of like this in a very, very long time.

peter's heart moved his body before his mind started up again, and he felt his legs carry him across the ceiling to where wade was standing. he cupped wade's face in his hands and put his fingers under the red and black mask. the slight awkwardness of the angle brought his brain online. he backed up with a start.

"fuck, wade, i.... thank you. i wanted to thank you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to... shit. thank you for the futon, i'm sorry i... oh goddamnit." wade just stared at him with the mask showing his wide eyes, and it seemed his mouth hung open. peter covered his face with his hands.

"baby boy, i... i feel like i just blew my own brains out and i'm still hallucinatin' while the right lobes grow back in the right places, did you just...?" peter backed up another step and hit the wall behind him.

"yeah, i'm sorry, fuck i... i just- i wanted to..." now he really felt like he could cry. he couldn't have ruined things worse than he just had, and he was cursing far more than he usually did. "i shouldn't have assumed you wanted... that you... shit. i shouldn't have assumed the pet names meant something, or that you wanted to... goddamnit. fuck. look, i'll just go, and you can head out when you're ready, and i will give you space for as long as you nee-"

"web! webs. just... stop thinking for a minute." wade stepped towards him hesitantly. peter felt his heart catch in his throat.

wade slipped his fingers under the bottom of the spider-man mask, and peter grasped his wrists gently.

"are you sure?" peter whispered.

"say the word, and i'll stop."

wade slowly slipped the mask up until it hit the base of peter's nose, then moved peter's hands to the bottom of his own, so peter could slide wade's own mask up just the same. he pressed his lips to peter's, gently at first, then paused to look at peter.

peter pushed his mask all the way off. deadpool stared at him wide eyed, like he was in awe of peter, who considered himself rather average other than a dusting of freckles. peter felt his blush deepen as he was stared at.

"it's peter. my name ispeter parker."

"you're... you're mighty pretty, peter."

peter wrapped one arm around wade's head and pulled him back to being close, kissing him harder than before. wade happily complied with that, following peter's nervous lead. peter pushed up gently, not insistently at wade's own mask. wade pulled back.

"sorry- was that too much?" peter asked, suddenly nervous he'd ruined things again.

"no, you did nothing wrong, but... i don't think you want to do that, webs. i'm far less pretty. in fact, i look more like gravel and an orange peel shat out an ugly love child." wade half-smiled, trying to joke. peter just frowned.

"no, no... not to me..." peter pushed at wade's mask again, and was met with no resistance, but a more than hesitant look.

peter smiled warmly as he saw wade's whole face, scars and all.

"i think you've got a plenty nice face..." wade searched peter's face for a moment, before diving back in to pepper about fifty kisses all over peter's giggling face.

"i don't deserve this, peter, you're just perfect. you're too perfect."

"i think you deserve it completely." it was peter's turn to dive in for another kiss, this time much deeper. he held wade's head close, and wade's fingers tangled in his messy hair. peter relished in the taste and smell of wade fucking wilson.

wade pulled back after a while, giving them both a few moments to breathe their own air.

"if i had known all i had to do for all this was buy a futon.. i would have done that ages ago." peter snickered and rested his head back against the wall. "do i need to buy more furniture to get another one of those? or is that not just a 'thank you'?"

"just... stop thinking for a minute, wade." wade grinned brightly and peter kissed the corner of his mouth.

"i'm still not positive i'm awake, webs. mind helping?"

"i'd bite you, but i think it'd be a little much with the fangs." peter was joking about the biting, but wade shuddered.

"oh, i'm alive, awake, AND alert now." wade grinned even bigger, if it was possible. "sure you can't bite me anyway?"

"i don't know..." peter tapped his chin and pretended to think about it. "might need more furniture for that one"

"baby boy, i'll buy you a furnished mansion for that." peter laughed and kissed him again.

"the furniture is far from the best part of this deal," peter mumbled against wade's scarred lips.

"oh? do tell, what is the best part?"

"help me off this wall and i'll show you."

deadpool was suddenly an excellent listener.

[fin.]

#spideypool #ghosty ficlets #yeah this is all because i wanted to write one single moment #even though this is fairly long #i have no one reviewing it and it doesn't look great so i don't feel comfortable calling it a fic #quick development and only establishing friendship in this one #ive just never read a fic where they do the upside-down kiss #just a little bit of fluff and upside down kisses and a touch of identity reveals

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castlecult · 2 years

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frank castle x fem!introvert!reader?

an : thank you for the request !! i chosen a headcanon style + i’m introvert myself so i really liked this req 😎 hope you enjoy ( it sucks imo )

warnings : just fluff + maybe i put too much of myself in this 😭 i’m super sorry

okay so, first of all i think that keeping frank’s eye contact would be a bit hard ( at least for me lol )

i mean, he has an intense gaze and that’s hot okay !! but also a bit intimidating … so yeah

he would find it cute tho, and smile whenever you’re talking to him, meeting his eyes and quickly look down, but still talking

wait, i forgot sum

when you first met him, it was like a sending each other curious gazes ( frank handled it better )

let’s say you met him when he had beard and longer hair, he rarely spoke to other people and it made you curious nonetheless

no need to say, you acted similar (;

but you seemed calm and frank actually needed that in his life, so that’s probably what pushed him towards knowing you better

and there you are !!!

what more to say ..?

you’re not a fan of crowded places & co, and i think that it works for frank too so he doesn’t really mind spending some time at home with you

maybe watching a movie together, eating something while you both share how your day was & stuff like that

HOWEVER, frank understands when you need time for yourself

he just ask you to let him know that you decide to take time for yourself

so he won’t get worried if you maybe turn off your phone and don’t answer … he’s scared of losing you so, yeah

when you’re in a group and maybe you have to talk but your voice is a bit lower because yknow .. and frank notices when someone is starting to talk over you he calls for their attention and sends them the death stare

he knows that you prefer to stay quiet also because you fear ppl will start talking anyway and ignore you

when it’s just you & frankie? comfortable silence

i just know that !!

but frank loves hearing you talk, your voice is soothing and it actually calms him when he’s on edge

so he would willingly ask you about your special interests and listens to everything you have to say

and that’s a lot of talking, but it’s totally fine

he doesn’t judge you, never !!

even if sometimes frank just can’t understand follow everything because his attention is pulled elsewhere ( if you know you know )

*coff* old boy *coff*

i think he would be super careful in not pushing your boundaries

he knows you value privacy & stuff like that, so he just waits for you to open up

he’s here for you and viceversa

you love him because he understands you

and most importantly, frankie doesn’t make you feel bad just because you’re that way

he loves you anyway and always will !!

#rin writes #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle one shot #frank castle drabble #frank castle blurb #frank castle headcanon #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #marvel

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Woke up this morning with a single-minded urge to write up a BrambleHawk scene, based around the idea of "how could Bramble and Hawk dating save Hawkfrost" and 1300 words later I have something. Not sure my Hawkfrost is the best but he is at least supposed to be a bit softer than in canon by this point. Also took some creative liberties with the TNP timeline.

Story below the cut. Please consider if you are okay with the themes therein before reading. Feedback is very welcome as I don't write longer format stuff very often.

Content warnings for: BrambleHawk, (mentions of) BrambleFire, half-brother cats kissing, and heavily suggestive text of them doing more than that, but nothing explicit.

Brambleclaw felt the first signs of a contented purr rumble through Hawkfrost's body as he slowly groomed the fur between the smaller tom's ears. He was curled tightly around his brother in a makeshift nest of moss and bracken they had thrown together on the Gathering island, where the lack of a full moon overhead gave them their best bet at privacy for meetings like this. Getting caught in an illicit cross-clan tryst would be bad enough for any cat, but the accusations flung Hawkfrost's way ever since the battle for WindClan's succession made Brambleclaw especially wary of his clanmates doubling down on their notion that any other kin of Tigerstar could not be trusted, were they to find out about these secret meetings.

It's not fair, Brambleclaw thought, that we should have to work harder than any other cat to prove where our loyalties lie. He couldn't accept that any cat should be defined by their lineage, or that the desire to share intimate moments with a cat you connected with made you any less loyal to the clan you swore to protect. Besides, if he could find the right path forward, their bond would only make ThunderClan more secure in the end.

"Are you okay?" Brambleclaw asked once he'd smoothed out a particularly disagreeable bit of fur. Hawkfrost was usually more talkative at this point in their meetings.

Hawkfrost craned his neck so that Brambleclaw could make out a wry smile in his profile. "After that? I think you know I'm more than 'okay'."

Brambleclaw felt his whiskers begin to twitch awkwardly at the directness in Hawkfrost's tone and the nuzzle under his chin that followed. "I… uh, I didn't mean that, I meant… more broadly, you know…"

"I know what you meant." Hawkfrost's mew turned serious, and the rumbling of his earlier purr faded. "I'm fine."

Brambleclaw sighed. He didn't want to sully the moment with uncomfortable talk, especially since it was harder for them to find time like this now that ThunderClan and RiverClan didn't have a common border in their new home, but he needed to do right by Hawkfrost; he loved him. "I'm just worried about you. After what Mudclaw said-"

"I told you that was a lie," Hawkfrost interrupted sharply.

"I know, I know." Brambleclaw wanted to believe it. "But I know the kinds of things Tigerstar has been telling you. I don't think they're good for you… for us."

"Tigerstar just wants us to be strong leaders for our clans," Hawkfrost mewed. "Do we have to talk about this now?" He turned and licked at Brambleclaw's muzzle. "I'd rather focus on enjoying 'us'."

The lick sent a shiver down Brambleclaw's spine, as it so often did. For the moment he acquiesced and met his muzzle with his own, playing his tongue against Hawkfrost's as purrs built back up in both of them. They kept at this for heartbeats upon heartbeats – Brambleclaw didn't count and didn't care to – until Hawkfrost finally let his head droop away and they simply lay in a tightly-coiled ball, sharing what felt like a singular loud purr.

Hawkfrost seemed content, and Brambleclaw was, too, in a way, but his concern over losing this was too real. He couldn't just let it go for the bliss of the moment, however much he wanted to. Maybe it was finally time to bring up the idea he'd been turning over and over in his head the past moon. "What if… you came to live with me in ThunderClan?"

"What?" Hawkfrost didn't even try to mask the disgust in his mew. "How are we going to be strong leaders together if-"

"I'm not going to be leader of ThunderClan for a long time, if ever," Brambleclaw mewed firmly, for once being the one to do the interrupting.

"You never know what might happen…" The words were quiet, as if Hawkfrost hadn't been fully committed to Brambleclaw hearing them, but he had.

He knew he had to be firm. "Hawkfrost, you know how much I value this, but if I have to choose between you – between us – and ThunderClan, it has to be ThunderClan."

Hawkfrost sighed. "You're too earnest, you know that?"

"Will you at least think about it?" Brambleclaw urged. He let the tone in his mew soften. "We could share a nest like this all the time. Don't you want that?"

"I…" The mew had come sharply but for once Hawkfrost seemed like he was at a loss for words. "I don't know how much your clanmates would like that," he said after a while. Brambleclaw thought he sounded more sullen than truly bitter.

"They'll come around," Brambleclaw mewed reassuringly, running his tongue down the fur along his brother's neck in long, slow sweeps. "Especially once they see you like I do." He wanted to believe that was true, but he could understand the concern. Squirrelflight had been the loudest anti-Hawkfrost voice in the clan, but now that she seemed to be content Ashfur he hoped that she could take a more open mind toward him and their relationship, and the rest of the clan should follow suit with time.

"You think Firestar would even let me in, after that battle?" Hawkfrost challenged. "It's no secret that him and Onewhisker – Onestar – have been more than just friends."

His brother seemed determined to find a problem with this plan, but this was where Brambleclaw was pretty sure he'd catch him. "You daft furball," he mewed playfully. "Firestar knows about this. About… us, I mean."

Hawkfrost's head turned so fast it reminded Brambleclaw of an owl. "H- he does?" There was no hiding it: that was genuine surprise in his mew. "And he still made you deputy?"

"He did. And, uh…" Brambleclaw felt his cheeks start to grow a little hot as he thought about how to phrase this next point, "you know Firestar and I have... been a bit closer than just leader and deputy anyway, right?"

Hawkfrost snorted. "Yeah, you've mentioned, remember? Because you 'don't want to hide anything' from me. Like I said: too earnest." His mew certainly had a mocking tone to it, but Brambleclaw thought he could pick up affection mixed in there. "And Tigerstar complains about it, even if you hadn't said anything," he added with a laugh.

"Well, then, it won't be a problem," Brambleclaw said, choosing not to think about the implications of Tigerstar knowing about his and Firestar's relationship, for now.

"I wouldn't be interfering?" Hawkfrost asked warily, his tail twitching against Brambleclaw's leg.

"I think you and Firestar would get along," Brambleclaw pressed. "I think you would get along very well, if you give him a chance." He started to smooth out the fur that had spiked back up on Hawkfrost's back, remembering fondly how Firestar would in fact do the same for him, when he was still quick to agitation. When Hawkfrost didn't respond, Brambleclaw mustered up his confidence and whispered into his ear, "He taught me a few things I know you like." He wasn't certain, but he thought he caught a purr forming in his brother's body before Hawkfrost pushed it down.

"I don't know," Hawkfrost said finally, seeming uncharacteristically shaken. "This… isn't how I expected tonight to go."

"You don't have to give me an answer right now," Brambleclaw mewed between licks. "I want to share everything with you. My nest, the cats I love, everything. So please, will you at least think about it?" He focused on grooming down Hawkfrost's fur after that, giving his brother the time and space to consider an answer. Eventually, he felt the purr return, and this time it wasn't squashed.

They were running out of nighttime, but just as Brambleclaw began to worry that Hawkfrost wouldn't speak again before it was time to leave his brother mewed, "I'll think about it."

#BrambleHawk

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bigoltrashpile · 1 year

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I don't know if it's only one request per person, but I thought of a spicier yandere request. I would love to read about yan Scar learning that his s/o is a secretly kinky virgin, could be consensual or dub/non-con. If not, or you've already written something similar, then no big deal

Of COURSE you can send more than one ask!!! Especially when it's this good~ >:3c Anyway minors STAY TF AWAY PLEASE

Scar was getting on your nerves. Which was an odd way to think about your captor, but it was accurate. If you didn't know any better, you would think that he was a perfect and caring boyfriend. Unfortunately, he wasn't your boyfriend, he had taken you from your home almost a month ago. You had been terrified at first, but Scar had been a perfect gentleman for that whole time.

He had given you everything you had asked for (except freedom), made you delicious meals, and even had romantic "at home dates", as he called them. The only thing you needed was a bit of privacy.

Scar spent as much time with you as he possibly could. The first day, when he had announced that he was off to work, you thought you might have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, his brother Hound had showed up to keep an eye on you. He didn't do much more than laze around on the couch, but you knew he could easily stop you if you tried anything.

That was all fine, until you started to feel...needy.

With the two of them always around, you barely had any time to yourself, and no time at all to soothe the heat in your loins. It didn't help that occasionally, Scar would give you these hungry looks, or you would look at his sharp teeth a bit too long. One day, he had even rested his hand on your inner thigh while you were watching a movie. There was no way in hell you were going to ask Scar to help you out, so you had resigned yourself to your horny, captive fate.

Until finally, you had the house to yourself. "I WILL BE GONE FOR A FEW MINUTES," Scar announced one evening. "I ORDERED TAKEOUT FOR OUR DATE TONIGHT, SO I MUST PICK IT UP."

You sighed. Your "dates" were nice and all, but you don't know why he bothered. It's not like you could go out with anyone else. "Great. Is Hound coming over then?"

"NO." Huh? "HE IS BUSY AT THE MOMENT, AND I WILL ONLY BE GONE A MOMENT. I TRUST YOU WON'T TRY ANYTHING." His demand was punctuated by a dangerous flash of purple in his eye.

You gulped nervously. "O-of course not."

"GOOD. THEN I SHALL BE BACK SOON." And suddenly, he was gone.

You were...alone.

Oh fuck yeah.

Instantly, you dashed up to your shared room. You had maybe five minutes, so you had to make it count. You shucked your pants off and began to rub yourself furiously. Earlier that day, Scar had been especially mean, purring with half lidded eyes when he'd seen you were wearing a tank top. It wasn't your fault, he kept the house warm! Those dangerous, hungry eyes had woken something in you, and you hadn't been able to get rid of the memory all day.

You had barely started to finger yourself when the door swung open. A shriek tore from your throat. "S-scar? What are you doing back?" you yelped.

A low chuckle reverberated around the room. The air suddenly felt ten degrees colder. "It's About Time," the skeleton in the doorway purred. That god damn sound! "I've Seen The Way You Look At Me, The Way You Rub Your Legs Together When You See My Fangs."

As if to prove his point, he ran his tongue (he has a tongue???) over his shark like teeth. "Admit It. You Want Me To Pound You Into The Mattress."

You looked away. His eyes were boring a hole into you. "M-maybe..."

"Good Pet." He stepped closer, and you swallowed hard. "Now..." Before you could think, your hands were pinned to the bed. His magic swirled around your wrists, reminding you just how helpless you were around him. "Let's Have Some Fun~"

He tore the blanket off, revealing your naked lower half. He looked over you approvingly before using his claws to tear your little tank top open. "Much Better. Oh!" He looked down, where your arousal was clear. "You Like This More Than I Thought You Would~"

"Shut up," you tried weakly. "I-I've never done this before, of course I'm going to be excited."

For a moment, Scar's eyes changed to stars. Before you could get a better look, they had gone back to their normal electric purple dots. "Good, That Means I'm Your First~"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his thick, strong ribs. There were a few small scars scattered around his bones, with one especially striking one, diagonal across his chest. You swallowed hard, shrinking under his unflinching gaze.

"I Hope You Prepared Yourself," he smirked. "I've Waited Too Long For This." He slipped three fingers inside you without warning. The burn felt amazing, and you screamed in pain and pleasure. Thankfully, Scar seemed to know just how to angle his claws so he would tear up your delicate insides. His eyes never left your body, like he was trying to memorize every tiny detail.

After only a few minutes of his wonderfully talented fingers, Scar pulled them out, much to your chagrin. You were mortified when he licked them off. "Delicious," he commented, like you were a fine wine he was trying. "I'll Have To Try It Directly From The Source Another Time. But For Now..." He tugged his pants down, revealing a thick cock, just as purple as his eyes and tongue. "I Can't Wait To Feel You Around Me~"

Subconsciously, you spread your legs wider. You may be a virgin, but you had wanted someone to wreck you for a long time. Without further ado, Scar lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push inside.

Fuck, if you thought his fingers were too much, you had no idea what you were getting into. You thrashed and whimpered in pain, but Scar's magic wouldn't let you move far. The skeleton paused, letting you adjust for a moment.

"Are You Okay, My Love?" he whispered. "It's Not Too Much?"

"N-no, it feels so good," you gasped. Even though you felt stretched beyond your limits, you needed more!

Scar smirked. "I Knew You Were Meant For Me." He pushed, faster this time, until he was seated fully inside you.

The monster above you only gave you a moment to gather yourself. Then, he began to pound you, hard. You bit your lip to try to muffle your sounds, but were stopped by a threatening nip to your neck. "Let Me Hear You," Scar snarled.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and let all your filthy moans spill out. Scar seemed pleased, as he rewarded you with an especially sharp thrust.

"S-scar," you whimpered. "So good!"

"That's Right, Mine Is The Only Cock You'll Ever Want," he panted, seemingly to himself. "The Only One That Will Ever Touch You."

Before you could do anything, Scar bit down on your neck, hard. You screamed louder than you had before. Fuck, that hurt! But the pain only seemed to make the pleasure stronger, especially when Scar began to rub at your sex in time with his thrusts.

"Cum For Me," he demanded. "Let Me See Your Face When You Cum!"

You couldn't help but obey. Your pained scream turned into a pleasured one as you came hard around his cock. Faintly, you could hear Scar muttering something about a mark, and you belonging only to him.

Scar's thrusts were getting erratic now, much less controlled than before. After a few more moments, he pulled out, spraying his hot cum all over your stomach and chest.

Once you had regained control of your breathing, you lay back against the pillows, exhausted. Faintly, you noticed your hands were free from Scar's magic. Instead of pushing him away like you would have this morning, you instead ran your fingers along Scar's ribs, curious about the texture.

Gently, Scar grabbed your wrist. "Be Careful, You Might Get Me Excited Enough For A Second Round," he winked. You flushed. "I Would Be More Than Happy To, But We Have To Get That Bite Cleaned Up."

Instinctively, you touched the mark on your neck. It was bleeding a bit. "Yeah, what was that about?" you asked, trying and failing to sound mad.

"It Is A Claiming Mark," he said. "It Shows Everyone That You Are Mine And Mine Alone." The thought sent a surprisingly warm feeling to your loins. "You Belong To Me, Love. And Now, Nothing Can Change That."

"A-and if I say no?"

Scar laughed, a shockingly happy sound for the situation. "Oh Love, You Don't Have A Choice! You Haven't Had A Choice Since I First Laid My Eyes On You."

He kissed your lips, gently. "Don't Worry, I Will Take Very Good Care Of You. Just Give In. You Are Mine."

#my garbage #writing #sans x reader #sans #undertale #undertale imagines #osha violation #osha violations #mafiaswapfell #scar

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that-one-anxious-mango · 2 years

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I’ll Bite Em’

Summary: You’re not having a good day, but Austin comes to the rescue after you give him a bit of panic.

Contents: Tad bit of Angst. With Fluff. Mentions of childhood trauma Use of Pet names. Loyal Doggo. Concerned Partner. Emotional and vulnerable reader. Implied future smut.

Austin Butler x Black! Reader

A/N: HI! And welcome to the Days of Our Love series. I was inspired to start this series by none other than @cevansbrat0007 after throughly enjoying her growing pains series (which is bomb go check it out.) I really liked her style of piecing together one-shots to create one big story universe! It’s super dope! SO I thought I’d give it a try! Hope you like it!

PS This is very first publishing on here. Would love feedback :)

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Today just wasn't your day.

And what did you do on days like these? You put on an old comfy sweater and go sit on your bathroom floor to cry.

That's exactly what you were doing now and had been doing since you'd arrived back to your shared loft about two hours ago.

Although some may think it was probably a peculiar place to come and drown your sorrows, it wasn't for you. Infact, even as a youth and teen growing up whenever you needed a place to just be and let it out, you opted for your bathroom. And maybe that was part in partial to you never having a door on your room as a kid.

Parentals weren't big on privacy.

So the habit just stuck.

And now here you were. Back against the door of your bathroom trying to let out all the days frustrations and quickly clean up your face before Austin got home.

It wasn't that you didn't feel enough comfortable around your boyfriend, or you couldn't cry around him. It was that you didn't really feel comfortable crying around anybody. So, you just wouldn't want him to think you were pushing him away or have him feel offended because you didn't want him to see you like this. It was just a you..thing. Plus, with everything going on with press interviews and preimeres. Why burden the man.

Hell, you'd already practically gave Magnus a heart attack at the way you sobbed when you'd first entered the home and seen the excited pup who was expecting an equally excited human to greet him. Instead, as soon as you had shut front door to the outside world you had broken down against the wall for a bit. Magnus had immediately gone into action jumping your legs and producing tiny barks and whines that you figured translated into, ' Oh my gosh who am I gonna bite ' and ' You dumb human lean down here so I can love! '.

And through hiccupped breaths you'd managed to keep telling the concerned creature that you were fine as he followed you through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom whining all the while listening to your sniffles as you changed out of your clothes.

You then had to practically pry him off your ankles from trying to follow you into the bathroom.

So now he laid faithfully on the other side of the door huffing and whining for to just open the damn door and let his wet kisses and puppy breath fix all your problems.

But you'd be fine.

You just had to finish having your moment and be out before Austin got home at six thirty.

You used your phone to check the time.

5:12

Perfect.

You sighed closing your eyes and leaning you head back in peace.

The peace then lasted all of twenty-five seconds before you heard the chime of the home security system followed your man's voice calling out through the place.

Well, I’ll be damned.

" Hey baby it's me. Baz decided last minute that he wanted to rewrite one of the scenes that was supposed to be shot today. So, it got pushed back and I got to come home early to my best girl and hound." You heard him announce. Right now, he was probably walking into the living room expecting to see you in some type of lounge wear binging an afternoon show with Magnus ideally sitting on your thigh.

And you were right.

As soon as Austin hadn't heard you immediately respond back, he figured you were head deep into a show and didn't hear a word he'd said. It'd had happened a few times.

Setting his keys and belongings on the kitchen island chair he chuckled to himself thinking about what you could possibly be watching today. But instead, he was taken aback to see the empty dark room.

No you. No Magnus either.

Weird. He thought.

But brushed off the thought when he then figured that you may be in your office with your headphones in going over some type of new screen play with a comatose Magnus at your feet.

Making his way there he popped open the door and felt slightly uneasy seeing all the lights off in the seemingly untouched space.

Alright what's going on? He thought.

He knew you had to be home since your car had been in the garage when he'd pulled in. And plus, he couldn't remember you texting him earlier of any plans to be out you had.

Raking his brain in building worry as he climbed the stairs, he called out again, " Sugar mama! Baby, You up here? "

You could hear the slight octave drop in his voice that was laced with slight concern making your eyes begin to water. This is exactly what didn't want. To make him upset.

The closer his footsteps got the tighter your chest felt.

Entering into the room Austin could feel a small bit of relief wash through his body at seeing your belongings spread on the bed and side table.

So where were you?

And then he popped in his head.

Bathroom.

His baby was probably in the shower on second set of your world tour singing to your hearts content while you got clean.

And Austin couldn't wait to be your personal background singer. A small smile returning to his face as he turned the corner of the bedroom to be met with a dreary looking Magnus posted by the door.

His lips set into a line bending down to rub the dog's head in greeting, " Hey bubs? What ya' sitting out here looking so sad for? Huh? You sad because Mama is in the bathroom? " He inquired earning a low whine.

He couldn't help but be affected by the hound's little pout, " Don't worry. I'm gonna go in and we'll both be out in a little bit. Maybe then we can see if we can convince Mama to go on an evening walk with us. How that sound? " He watched the dogs head slightly lift at the mention of a walk.

Grinning Austin patted Magnus's head once more before standing up to knock on the door making you hold in the whimper that wanted to escape your hoarse throat as you hugged your body tighter.

" Y/N. Sweetheart it's just me. " He informed reaching to turn the doorknob, only for a sense of shock to waft in him upon seeing it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

You never locked doors. Ever.

Even when you took time to tend to not so appealing humanly functions, usually at the sound of Austin's feet on the floor you'd just let him know the spot was occupied and you'd soon be out.

So, all this put together with the fact that he didn't hear the faint hum of water cascading at all made his stomach drop and him begin to more aggressively shake the knob.

" Y/N baby you in there? You, okay? Why's the door locked, Sweetheart? C'mon and open it for me." He spoke managing to let a little bit of panic slip out in his tone.

Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself to reply while trying to hide any sort of out of the ordinary sound in your voice, " Y-yeah baby I'm fine, " you rang back clearing your throat, " I'm just in here cleaning myself up a bit. That's all babe. I'm fine." You finished slowly raising up from the floor to go to the sink to wash the dried tears away and make your eyes as less red and puffy as possible.

Uh Uh. That's not right. Was Austin's immediate thought.

Even though you'd covered up most of the emotion in your talk, Austin could still pick out the parts that slipped making him all the more anxious for you to open the door.

He most definitely needed to see you. Now.

" Okay. But I hear you sound fine every day, and this doesn't sound it. Come and open the door, darling. Would you please. I need to see your face, Y/N. And I think our little guy down here does too." He looked down at Magnus who'd begun to softly paw at the bottom door opening. " Hes out here getting antsier than a bat about to take a driver's test. And I understand the feeling."

From the sink where you were dabbing your eyes you could see the little paws poking underneath the door. And then a tiny huffing nose.

Awe. Your little guy was such a sweetie pie. Always wanting to comfort and love upon you and Austin all the time. He was definitely your cuddle bug. You loved him to death.

Too bad you needed him to beat it. Along with his sweet owner.

" Here I come babe. Just one second." You continued dabbing at your puffy under eyes. Your eyes themselves had slightly dimmed in color but not much. They still looked as if someone had poured faint cherry paint in them.

"Alright. Cause I wanna see those pretty brown eyes baby. Bad." He said thinking about you.

Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. FUCK.

He's gonna know something’s wrong.

Then your mind shifted.

He already knows.

And you knew that already deep down in your gut.

You could hear his heavy sigh on the other side of the door where he was leaned up against it. Still trying to hold on to the sliver of patience he could hold waiting for you to open it up so he could settle the thumping sensation in his chest. He hadn't really ever seen you like this. Upset before? Sure. Upset like this? Never.

Taking a last look, you wanted to cry then all over again looking at your appearance.

You looked nuts.

You had a scarf over your box braids. One of Austin's long sweaters hung on your body, and you had mix matched poka dot fuzzy socks on. And your eyes looked like someone had squeezed lemons in them. Great! Taking the sleeve of the sweater you brush back a stray tear that left your face as you reached to face the man on the other side.

You settled on doing a countdown to five.

One.

Fuck I don't think I can do this.

Two

I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna hurl.

Three

SHIT SHIT SHIT

Four

He's gonna look so upset I can't take it.

Five

Last chance to abort!

You silenced your thoughts turning the lock and hearing the click signaling it unlocked, you didn't even get a chance to pull the handle before the door was thrusted open revealing your boyfriend leaned against the doorframe with panic written all over his face slightly disheveled.

You could see his body was stiff while his eyes raked your body for any sign of hurt or trouble. But once his eyes finally came back up to your face that was turned away from him staring off to the side. The ache of wanting to be closer thickened in Austin to let his hand find its way to side gently pulling you into his warm chest.

Accepting you wrapped your arms around his midriff proceeding to smush your face into his chest. It felt good to feel his warm body against yours. He snaked his other arms around your waist placing them tightly there as if it was his way of ensuring you weren't going to run off and hide again.

Even though he wanted to ask you a full report of who? what? when? And where?

He could sense you didn't need that right now.

Rather, he held you as close as he could and began backing yourselves up together all the way to the bed. Turning he slowly lowered himself down on the bed bringing you down against him until you both lie still tangled up with each other in safe silence.

He knew one of your favorite things do was just to just lay up like this and just talk. It was one of the ways he figured out to get you to open up earlier in your relationship when you were just starting out. And it didn't matter where either. Bed, Floor, Hammock.

Hell, you guys had laid for hours on the ground of Austin's backyard at his old condo looking up at the black sky sprinkled with stars while you both talked about dreams and such. That was also the night he'd asked you to be his girlfriend.

That night quickly became one of the best one's of his entire life.

That's why it troubled him so to see you like this.

Taking his hand to your back, he used his fingertips to lightly draw circles against you as he pieces together what he was going to say next. Meanwhile you were too busy enjoying being enveloped in his warmth and the melodic thump of his heart.

It was serene.

You could hear the muffled sound in his chest of speech as he started to talk, " Now, " He began, " I don't exactly know what happened today. But I figured tonight I won't pry or make you bring up things that you've been carrying with you all day. You've had enough of that. Hopefully we'll be able to talk about whatever it is over some breakfast tomorrow. " He rubbed your back sensing how more relaxed your body was since he'd started doing it.

" With that being said though, I do want to say that since we've been together, I have noticed that when it comes to things bothering you. You aren't always exactly forthright or quick to tell me, and you sometimes hesitate to come and talk to me. And I don't know if it's because you think I'm too busy, or not interested, which I seriously hope not, or even if you feel scared to come and tell me things. Which I definitely hope isn't true." He listed making you sigh.

A tad bit.

" But with you, God, and that pudgy dog in the corner as my witnesses" He teased earning a small giggle from you which satisfied him, " I want you to know that you are without a shadow of a doubt. THEE. Most important thing in my life. Meaning that no matter where I am or who I'm with you should feel comfortable enough to pick up a phone and call me at the slightest feeling of uncertainty or trouble. Not text, baby. Call. " He emphasized by slightly moving to gently squeeze your shoulder.

“I never wanna see you have to get so worked up to the point to where you feel like you need to lock yourself away from me and everything else. I don’t particularly like that baby.”

" Because everyone around me knows how important you are to me, and I need you to know too! These arms are always ready to be your safe place and I wanna always here for every little thing no matterwhat or where I am." He stated.

Shifting upward a little bit Austin moved so he'd be able to softly cup your chin making you look up to stare into his cobalt eyes that contrasted your carob ones. You could tell that what he was about to say next was important, " I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. That's not changing. And I ain't going nowhere no time soon so I don't care how long it'll take until you fully understand that all of these things I've said to you, I mean it. But trust that one day you won't hesitate, okay?

You nodded not taking your eyes off his. You could feel prickles of water stinging your waterline. What a man.

" Uh Uh, baby. I need to hear your pretty voice say it." The sternness in his voice involuntarily sent a chill down your body.

" Yes, I understand." You spoke making his cheeks break out into a grin.

" Good because the next person you come and tell me is bothering my girl. I'll bite 'em'" He goofed playfully nipping at your exposed cheek. You laughed along with his huskier baritone at the antics.

" Now that we've got this settled. How about we take our hound dog out for a little walk to the Totem to get us a little treat. " He offered brushing his thumb over your burning cheek.

You swore every time he touched you, it was like a match being dragged on your skin. But in the best possible way.

" I'd like that." You agreed.

" Mhmm. And then maybe when we get back, I might have a treat of my own to give you." You proposed pushing you finger to run along his bottom lip.

" I'd like that." He echoed leaning down to capture your lips against his sending you into a fit of giggles once you felt his hands tickle your sides.

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