#i paid for my first car from that con!

[geothebio]

what was dashcon like

fun for the first two days until the internet started shitting all over it for fun

nobody peed in the ball pit, by the way

#also i made great money there lmao #i paid for my first car from that con! #it was a pt cruiser so nothing luxurious lmfao #jokes aside i had a fantastic time until my anxiety took over on sunday #but all the people there were fantastic! #and i got to table next to the creator of nimona!! #(i’m super proud of you nate btw)

[pinkrelish]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬.

ex-con!linecook!eddie x fem!reader

✶Steve messed up. He assured you over and over again that you could have the spare bedroom in his apartment, but while you took your time mulling over his offer, someone else moved in: his down-and-out best friend who needed a place to stay. When you show up at Steve's door with little warning due to your job relocating you, he suggests you and Eddie share the bedroom. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Besides the fact Eddie hated you, and in turn, you hated Eddie.✶

NSFW — smut, masturbation, eddie watches porn, dry humping, cumming in pants, reader flashes her bra & wears a pencil skirt, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, there was only one bed(room)

↳ teaser oneshot | [wc: 9.3k] | series tba!

⋅line cook hc from @bewilderedbunny⋅

Steve was a nice guy. Really.

He was your pen pal since meeting at summer camp when you were both eight-years-old. He was sweet, and wrote you back within a week, without fail. He was your first kiss one sweltering afternoon on the dock over the lake; a quick peck when the counselors weren’t looking. He was one of your first contacts in your flip phone, and his picture occupied the first circle when you got a smartphone, after pestering him to meet up with you in Indianapolis, snapping the pic at a crosswalk; a day where your conversations spanned nothing and everything. What was there to talk about when you talked via pencil, pen, markers, emojis, and photos for years, and suddenly forgot the past decade when you encircled your arms around each other?

He was a nice guy throughout all of college. He’d text you during class. You’d text him from states away, falling asleep at your dormroom desk. He worked at his father’s business. You started as an unpaid intern collecting coffee orders, and pulling all-nighters doing spreadsheet grunt work your superiors didn’t deem worthy of their time.

Stevie 🌞: just quit your job and live with me!

Stevie 🌞: I still have that spare bedroom

Stevie 🌞: rent free

Year after year, you always declined. Climbing the ranks at your job was important to you; and one day it paid off. They were relocating you to the Chicago, and if you didn’t take their pitiful relocation package, you’d get a decent advance on your next paycheck (which was dire considering your salary was roughly the same, despite the ever increasing cost of living); and knowing Steve always had that spare furnished bedroom, and most of your belongings could fit into your car (as long as you didn’t need to see out the rear window), it seemed like a done deal.

Until you surprised him.

You: hey! can i move in w you? my jobs relocating me to chicago and i might already be two hours out. sorry i didn’t text sooner. i had to leave my apartment asap. fuck paying for the damage cindy’s doberman did to that place 😬

Stevie 🌞: Lets talk when you get here

Stevie 🌞: I’ll meet you for coffee

Let’s talk? Never a good sign, even when he was smiling at you from over his latte.

————

“My friend needed the spare room, but he’s a good guy, I swear,” he told you.

“He’s just a little rough around the edges,” he told you.

“He’s understanding; I’m sure you two will get along,” he told you.

“He can make space in the closet for your stuff, and one of you can sleep on the couch,” he told you. “Maybe you can alternate! Bed, couch. It's not like I’m charging him rent, so he should be cool with you living with us until you can afford to move out, or whatever. No big deal. I don’t really care when, you know that. No rush.”

Right. Just share the room.

You weren’t present for the conversation; Steve and Eddie were in the bedroom while you stood awkwardly in the living room, but the result of the exchange made quite the first impression.

“I dunno,” Steve’s voice carried, “maybe you could work something out like you get the room Monday through Wednesday, and she gets it Thursday through Saturday. Sunday’s up in the air?”

“Oh, just share the room like I used to, huh?” Eddie asked, alluding to the life he lived several months ago. “Finally got some privacy to breathe around here, and now you’ve invited some chick to live with us without telling me? Actually–no–you invited her to live here. In my room. No heads up.”

Steve’s wince was audible in his heavy sigh. “You work weird hours, you probably won’t even have to interact with her. C’mon, man. She’s been my friend since we were kids, and it’s just until she finds her own place. She’s cool. She’ll sleep on the couch, or whatever if it really bothers you; just like, let her keep her clothes and shit in here, and let her use the computer for work.”

“Whatever, man.”

“Eddie, wait!”

Thunderous footsteps and a seething, “Fuck this,” followed the heightened emotions, and before you could straighten your spine, you were introduced to your new roommate.

His pace faltered, not expecting you to be standing there. The fine wrinkles in the outer corner of his eyes pinched tighter, and his long hair flowed around a faded black snake tattoo on his throat, stretching across the strained tendons it was inked over, reaching the twitching muscle in his jaw from his clenched teeth. It took him a narrow-eyed glance to sum you and your pink luggage up, and place you firmly in the ‘I don’t like you’ category in his mind, and he continued his march.

“Hi! I’m–”

Your outstretched hand went ignored as he passed you.

He shoved on his boots, and slammed the front door behind him, rattling every piece of metal in the apartment. You stared at where he was just standing, vision marked with a black silhouette of the good guy you’d be sharing intimate space with for the next.. however long, and still with your hand out, you swiveled to Steve. “Yeah, he seems nice.”

————

Eddie Munson glared at your very existence. He wore a permanent crease between his brows when you were in his vicinity. Apprehension tensed his muscles when your soft gaze slid from Steve, to him. There was distaste in his frown. He rolled his eyes when you laughed too loud at the TV. His voice was vitriol, words clipped when he had to speak to you. His shoulders hiked to his ears when you entered the kitchen for a glass of water and caught him mid-chew on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich after he got home from work. When it was your turn to sleep in the bed, he made it a point to come home as loud as possible–yanking open the drawers on the dresser, waking the computer to blazing home screen, and leaving the light on when he went to shower across the hallway, pretending he didn’t hear you grumble at him to turn it off.

You wore a sleep mask to bed after that.

And when you slept on the couch, it was the only time he cooked for himself. Scraping pans across the burners, clinking silverware, gathering his hair off his neck and twisting it between his laced fingers, creating a cradle for him to drop his head back and sigh at the ceiling, just loud enough to stir you from your sleep.

You wore earplugs to bed after that.

Eddie Munson made it known you were not welcomed in his territory, and saw your accidental warm smile thrown vaguely in his direction as a threat to his well being.

But as much as he ensured misery every second you had the fortune of spending in his presence, you weren’t so innocent of terrorizing his every waking moment either..

Soon, Monday through Wednesday, and Thursday through Saturday, and a chance at a lazy Sunday were not enough.

————

When Steve was home, he acted as the mediator when it came to you two being at each other’s throats after another vicious stare-off. Currently, Eddie was standing with his arms crossed, leaned against the counter with his cheeks darkened to a fleshy red, and you were pacing the kitchen, wrapped in a bath towel, stating your case to Steve. You argued since most of the hair clogging the drain belonged to Eddie, he should be the one to clean it. And Steve, not knowing how to interpret Eddie’s steely focus on the fridge as if you didn’t exist, nor the fact a woman was dripping wet and yelling at him, he put his hands up in defense.

He edged away from your ire until he was at the cabinet housing a toothpick dispenser, and depressed the mechanism for one to roll out. He snapped it, put his hands behind his back, and shuffled the two ends into his palm, and had you choose one. Eddie kept his gaze averted, but grasped the other.

You held the long end of the toothpick above your head with a smile to rival the kitchen’s daylight bulbs searing into your retinas. You were the winner, and Eddie was the loser who had to clean the bathroom.

This worked swell when Steve was around to mitigate the tension. But when he was on a business trip, or out on a date, the Bed Schedule was a formality at best, and largely ignored at worst.

Meaning, the bets, deals, and favors began.

They started small: Rock, paper, scissors; winner gets dibs on those just-washed sheets. Flip a coin and see who has to rough it in the living room for the next two nights. Draw the shorter toothpick and try not to stab it in Eddie’s eye when he smirked.

But those were childish games. It was the deals and favors that proved more interesting.

“Can you help me punch holes in these?” you asked, voice high and urgent as you rushed to grab your color coded pie charts from the printer and clip them into a presentation binder.

He scoffed from the bedroom doorway, smelling of fryer oil and bacon grease. “What makes you think I want to help you after cooking for assholes all night?”

“Because you’re nice, and you love me.”

“I despise you,” he corrected, crossing his arms tight over his chest. He shifted his weight from foot to foot while you organized the pages, resisting the bait to give him what he wants, but you knew in your heart it was the only way to not be late for work this morning.

“Fine. You can have the bed tonight.”

He stayed put. “Nope. You know I’m working the overnight shift until Thursday.” That way, he slept while you were at work, and you slept while he was at work.

You glanced at the blue dawn creeping in from the window, then red the time on your watch. “Okay, fine, whatever! Have it all next week. I don’t give a fuck, just help me!”

Reveling in his victory, his plush lips stretched into a wide grin, showing too much teeth. He sauntered at his leisure, closing his eyes half-way, and gazing at you down the long slope of his nose. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he mocked.

You wanted to strangle him.

–And another time–

“Shut the fuck up for an entire day, and you can have to whole fucking closet,” Eddie snapped after your fifth instance of complaining about your professional office clothes not having available hangers due to him taking them for his old, ratty band tees.

Centering yourself, you brushed the dust off your favorite pants after finding them wadded up on the floor, and whispered, “I hope a rogue knife finds its way into your thumb again tomorrow.”

You swore you saw his hand flex out the corner of your eye, reacting to your curse.

–And the week after that–

You: come help me bring up these groceries

You: elevators broken

You: we can race up the stairs

You: loser washes dishes and takes out the trash

😒dumb: as long as the loser doesn’t cry about it when she sleeps on the couch

You: whatever

😒dumb: i’ll even give you a head start to make it fair

Struck with being that person grinning down at your phone in the stuffy underground parking garage, you gilded your thumbs over the keyboard in a fluttery tease.

You: you just want an excuse to stare at my ass

It took Eddie longer to reply, fumbling with his phone to find the emoji keyboard, only to send–

😒dumb: 🙄

–And the week after that–

“Get a life, you fucking loser,” you yelled from within the metal cylinder of the dryer, bent over on your hands and knees to wrestle your silk blouse free from where it was tangled in a rope of bedsheets, after you told him–explicitly–to never wash it because he’d do it wrong.

He merely watched you struggle from the sidelines, informing you, “You’re the one who asked me to do laundry. Don’t toss your precious, delicate shirts on the bathroom floor if you don’t want them thrown in with everything else. And by the way, I did my part of the deal, so the room is still mine tonight.” As a bonus, he added as he walked away, “Suck my dick, sweetheart.”

Your gums ached from how hard you clenched your teeth. You didn’t leave your blouse on the floor. He did, when he went hunting for his wallet he left in his jeans, and dumped all the clothes out of both baskets, mixing your work clothes with his.

That night, you locked him out of the bedroom. Fuck him.

————

After tireless days of the same back and forth, the juvenile deals and favors were losing their significance. Someone needed to up the ante. And a certain line you two skirted taunted you both, but remained uncrossed until..

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The hallway leading to your apartment was stale with inactivity. Most people had been home for hours, or were back from bars and crashed on the couch, drooling on their girlfriend’s favorite decorative pillow–the kind with the pom poms. You thought of them with envy. Snoring, dreaming of some blissful shit like sheep hopping a pasture fence. But not you. Your 9 to 5 extended far past those numbers on the clock. It skipped right over them, just like you were skipped over in meetings, being told the extra burden you were taking on was good for the company, and the programs you were learning would be paid in experience. Bullshit. You were tired, and the last thing you needed was some long haired man stubbing his toe on the coffee table to wake you up–morning or night.

But perhaps you were blessed.

You opened the door to near-darkness. Not a lamp, or TV on inside to show someone was home. Not a groan, sigh, or blast of music funneling from a set of oversized headphones. Not a creak of movement from the hallway, or bathroom; surrendering your heartbeat as the loudest feedback.

It appeared you were alone. What a wonderful thing.

The muffled thud of the low pile rug under your heels gave way to silky sweeps of plush carpet welcoming your aching pantyhose-covered feet. Moving further into the apartment, you knew the shapes to avoid in the dim light coming from above the stove, casting the coffee table and scattered stools at the breakfast bar in shadow.

Groggy from exhaustion, you blinked at the spice cabinet door Eddie left open before leaving for his shift. During a conversation with Steve, you let it slip that people who leave the cabinet doors open annoy you, so of course he began leaving one open as a greeting when you came home.

You closed it with your right hand, swinging your laptop bag wildly, and before you could react, the strap caught the top of the glass sugar jar and knocked it over in a wincing crash. Luckily, after peeping one eye open, you assessed nothing broke, but now there was a streak of glittery white dust on the countertop you definitely weren’t going to clean up.

Maybe you could strike a deal with Eddie to wipe it up for you. It was–in a way–his fault, since he left the cabinet door open. If you didn’t need to close it, none of this would’ve happened..

You made a gagging sound.

Since when did your immediate thought process swing to him, and how do you get it to stop? It was bad enough you peeked around the corner into the hallway, praying, praying, praying the bedroom light was off, and feeling your body slump with utter relief when it was. Being on the same planet as him was hell, you didn’t need your private thoughts to linger on him, too.

Mentally dismissing Eddie Munson from your brainspace, you invited yourself into the bedroom. You sought the cushy mattress to cradle your weary body after a long day, and the nest of cozy fleece blankets to swaddle you as you drifted to sleep. Unfortunately, the idiot’s pillow smelled far too much like him; cigarettes and cheap vanilla cologne combined with his hair products, burning your nose like toasted sugar. Despicable. Just the worst. You should exchange it with your own pillow, but you forgot it on the couch, and the couch was so very, very far away..

~~~

Eddie sat crouched in the alleyway outside of Benny’s Diner with a stubby cigarette balanced between his lips, blowing the smoke out in a slow exhale like a roll of fog on a misty morning. Cold emanated from the bricks pricking the expanse of his shoulders, and the night air chilled his damp shirt to his sticky skin, erupting goosebumps along his forearms. Standing around him were the other cooks on break. He didn’t share a common language with them outside of gestures, curse words, and kitchen lingo, but they gathered in a semi-circle as if to include him.

His shift was over. He’d technically clocked out, but he loitered until their vices were stomped under their shoes, and he snuffed his glowing ash on the wall behind him, and followed them inside.

Washing his hands first, he dried them on the towel tucked under the string of his apron tied around his waist, and set up a space on the flat top for him to occupy since the dinner rush had long since died, and the only patrons on the floor were drunks wandering in for greasy hashbrowns. He grabbed the four quart Cambro from the fridge beneath the prep area, and ladled enough batter for two large pancakes. Borrowing a station, he sliced up a ripe banana from the walk-in, and dropped it into a hot pan with a bit of butter, caramelizing them on the range while he waited for the pancakes to be flipped.

The guys behind him read off the few tickets, and carried their conversation from earlier. Eddie caught some of it, learning a few words here or there, but regardless of the language barrier, he knew they were talking about him. They were snickering with their heads together, pointing at the pancakes he was making despite being clocked out.

Eddie spoke with a sneaky grin, “If I make them for her, she’ll leave me the fuck alone on my day off.”

The guys may not have understood entirely what he meant, but his sunny disposition juxtaposed by his wry gaze communicated a universal plight: girls.

One of their hands landed hard between Eddie’s shoulder blades when they doubled over in a belly laugh, and the other one made whip-cracking sounds, calling him the same slang word he called the married cooks. It wasn’t worth it to attempt to correct them that these pancakes were not for his girl, but for his future migraine, so he hummed along with them, and flipped the pancakes with his right hand while tossing the bananas with a swift jerk of his left.

After their gossip, they went back to work, and Eddie grabbed a to-go container, loading it with the two pancakes and sliding the caramelized bananas on top. He brought it to the prep area to drizzle with chocolate sauce, and finished it off with heart-shaped strawberries, a dusting of powdered sugar, and a sprig of mint. He didn’t cut the strawberries that way with ulterior motives, it was just something he did when he had spare time in the morning. Cutting a wedge out of the stemmed top, and slicing them vertical. The customers liked it. It was cute, supposedly. There were no hidden intentions to him taking his time to place them just so around the box; it was merely him taking pride in how he plated his dish.

Clamping the container shut, he untied his apron, changed his shoes, and left out the back entrance, kicking pebbles under the crescent moon, and walking through the front door of the next building over. Gray concrete, a faulty elevator, ugly rugs to feign elegance, and high rise as far as ‘high rise when you live next a bunch of squatty buildings’ went. It was home, and it was blissfully dark inside.

Eddie worked his feet out of his tied-once-and-never-untied street shoes, and dropped his non-slip clogs next to them in a loud clatter.

He breathed. Inhaled deep. Sighed through his nose.

Quiet. Peaceful respite behind his eyelids.

The adrenaline ebbed. The hours of shouting and being shouted at, metal on metal clangs, timer beeps, and mechanical whirr of a ticket being printed out would never cease haunting his mind, but he should stop flinching from the imaginary sounds after a few hours. The pain stretching the length of his back should ease under a hot shower. The throbbing ache in his knees should lessen once he sleeps. The fatigue, like needles driven into his bones, should heal so he could be on his feet for thirteen more hours tomorrow.

Warmth worked its way beyond the calluses creating a barrier in his palm supporting the styrofoam container. Syrupy sweet hot sugar invaded his nostrils from the pancake bribe, battling the stench of his dried sweat and body odor baked into his t-shirt. The tiled entryway beneath his feet woke him out of his daze, and he slid his heavy-lidded gaze to the vacant couch; the comforter was folded, and the pillow was propped up, unslept on.

Briefly he wondered if you went out with your friends after work. But as he approached the kitchen, his dreams were crushed by a single closed cabinet door.

You were home.

You were home, and you weren’t on the couch, nor in the shower.

Eddie allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he hung his head back. In that position, he rolled the disappointment out of his shoulders, and braced them with something new.

Irritation.

Tamping the frustration in the pit of his stomach from bubbling up, he exhaled another calming breath, and opened the fridge, placing the pancakes exactly front and center amongst the fresh produce he was sometimes excited to create with, and sometimes slammed to the bottom of the trash when he was too exhausted and uninspired to do anything with their rotten corpses.

He prepared his expression into one of unbudging indifference. Flat, and unwilling to back down.

And yet, his nose scrunched when he pushed open the bedroom door, and there you were, as predicted, lounging amongst your hideous blankets spilling out from under you as if you were an opulent pearl nestled within an oyster shell.

The resentment built as he assessed your form delicately painted in a red glow from the ugly neon sign in the shape of a lipstick kiss tacked alongside his favorite band posters. He’d only lived with Steve long enough to feel comfortable decorating the blank walls, and you ruined the Rob Halford flow three days into your invasion. Your face was highlighted by the dim blue light of your laptop resting on your stomach, rising and falling with each gentle breath, and you were haloed by the Himalayan salt lamp crowding the nightstand. It’s trendy, you explained.

With vehemence, he flickered the light switch.

You cringed from the bright assault, and clacked your fingers on the keyboard, pretending you weren’t dozing off a second ago. “Can you go away?”

“What’re you doing in here?”

Unimpressed by his tone, you glazed your response in insolence. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m minding my own business.” At that, your attitude was solidified, along with how this interaction would go.

Eddie stared at you for a long minute. Not once did you acknowledge him. He watched your eyes dart across the screen, probably watching one of those Youtube videos where girls walked around exciting cities with a camera way too close to their face, and he dragged his gaze downwards, noticing you were still in your work clothes; though, your blouse and skirt were disheveled, and your pantyhose were discarded on the floor, still holding the vague shape of your legs, resembling a flattened rotisserie chicken.

He focused on your eyes again. Bloodshot, rimmed in red with a suggestion of water clinging to the outer corners where your eyelashes met, and sporting a hefty burden of bags beneath them.

“It’s Wednesday,” he reminded you, voice heavy in his chest, but sounding scratchy, and hollow. His throat was shot.

“Mm,” you hummed and glanced at the clock in the corner of your screen, “it’s Thursday, actually.”

White hot anger boiled in his veins, striking his skin like a leather lash. It simmered, popped, sizzled, boiled over. The yelling, the timers, the cacophonous clanging. The ticket machine, the keyboard, the stinging cut on his thumb. Smug fucking brat laying in his bed on his night to have it. It was sudden, it was stark, and it was hatred.

“Make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“A fucking deal,” he repeated. “You know, like we’ve been making?” He stopped himself short of calling you a dirty name, but you must’ve gathered it from his tongue’s hesitation, because you turned your head a few degrees to challenge his temper.

“Oh, lucky for you, there was a two-for-one deal at the store.”

You waved two middle fingers at him, showing a bit of teeth with your crooked grin.

The hatred festered, but not as vicious. The anger was there–oh, the anger was there–but the energy to keep this going hit its peak, and fizzled. There was no sense in reasoning with you. The pancakes in the fridge were for a different occasion, he couldn’t waste them on this, and he was too tired to come up with his own bet, deal, or favor. “Just think of something so we can get this over with,” he nearly begged.

After some consideration, you held your fist out for rock, paper, scissors.

“Where’s the option for a gun in my mouth?”

“Harsh,” you pouted. Instead, you pointed at the 20 sided die on the desk. He inclined his head, shaking it with a slow sort of intention, eyes wide to express his warning to knock it off, and give him a true answer, something to make this worthwhile.

Finding the whole ordeal dull, you returned your attention to your laptop, pressing the white earbud into your ear before unpausing the video.

It took seconds off his life, but you finally spoke again.

“How long were you in prison? Six years? Bet it’s been a while since you’ve seen one of these in the flesh.” Due to your satin cream blouse being unbuttoned at the neck, you dipped your thumb under the collar, and traced the vibrant temptation of your red bra strap in a long, deliberate stroke. You hooked the soft pad of your thumb under the luxury, and brought it out for his viewing pleasure. A moment later, you snapped it to your skin, and went back to typing, not once breaking concentration with your video.

Eddie’s fascination, however, was trained on the dainty crimson gift slipping under the shimmery cream, sliding against the soft slope of your shoulder.

Heat thrummed in his chest. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, sloshing his blood like viscous tidal waves, muting the clacky sound of your keyboard. Anger mixed with something more, something worse. It warmed his cheeks, and reignited the cold sweat prickling his back. It honed his curiosity, sinking every detail of the second tortoiseshell button on your blouse into his mind. Memorizing how the fabric around it went taut, and glinted honey at the height of your breath. Noticing how the bottom of your shirt was wrinkled and pulled slack, but still tucked into your pencil skirt. Remembering how the tight material hugged your thighs when you traipsed around the apartment. Although, the navy blue number was less defined now, fitting looser around your hips.

He didn’t know how long he was fixated by your clothing, until you sighed.

“Not enough for you?”

You asked it with forced casualness, he could tell. Your voice was too even, tone too polite, eyebrows too raised in mock indifference. You were introducing a line that had yet to be crossed. A door which, when opened, would give access to more possibilities than the usual bets, deals, and favors. An enticing offer, and he didn’t deny the nervous flutter of intrigue arousing his blood elsewhere.

But past the line was dangerous territory. Right? That’s where things got muddied, and feelings got involved.

Or maybe not. Because, above all else, he hated you, and you hated him.

This was a deal like any other.

“Maybe this’ll help,” you said, never breaking eyesight from the screen, its colors reflecting in your pupils.

You were the epitome of cool pinching the blouse between your fingers and slotting the buttons through the holes one after the other. Down, down, down to your navel, tugging either side of the shirt open, letting the elegant cream frame the aggressive scarlet.

Eddie was taken off guard.

The bra was more akin to lingerie than he expected. Its cups contained you like a poorly kept secret. Curves of red peonies covered your nipples–hard bud pressing against the center of the flower from the thrill of exploring a new end to your daily arguments. Your areolas peeked from between the petals, where the intricate lacework went see through, granting him a preview to the smooth flesh beneath.

Click clack, click clack, space bar, space bar, space bar, he swore you pressed your arms together to make your breasts rounder. Actually, he didn’t need to second guess. He saw the cusp of cleavage squish before his very eyes.

“Satisfied?” you inquired.

No, he ached.

The voice in his head was so automatic, so sure, he didn’t question it, either.

When he refused to verbalize the things which made him nauseous, his opulent pearl rolled onto her shoulder and lifted the laptop the pillow, turning over onto her stomach to engage with it solely, circling a manicured fingernail over the trackpad, and clicking.

To his surprise, the video on screen wasn’t of the vapid people you watched, but of a troubleshooting guide to the program your company was having you learn in order to teach it to the higher ups next week. (Or so he heard when you told Steve yesterday.) You tabbed out of the video, fixed a property in a column, checked the statistic it was evaluating, and added in an aesthetically pleasing green color before tabbing back.

He couldn’t parse how he felt about you having to do more thankless tasks off the clock, especially when you were clearly tired, but something else stole the last of his fiery anger, and doused his willpower to resist a glance.

Your habit of unzipping your skirt as soon as you walked into the apartment proved evident when you rolled over. The silky polyester lining slipped against your skin, shifting the long zipper from your hip to your backside. The halves parted, showing the end of the cream blouse, and a peek of skin. You adjusted how you laid, rocking your hips back and forth until you sank into the plush blankets, and propped your chin in your palm when you weren’t typing. Small movements working the skirt higher, and higher, bunching the fabric around the fat of your ass. Squirming, and stretching, tugging on your blouse, pulling, pulling, blouse, skirt, blouse, skirt, and then he saw it..

Red.

Delicate, feminine.

Tucked, hidden from anyone’s view but his, were the matching red panties to your bra. Trapped in a valley between thighs and ass, and stretching over the swell of your heat, embellishing the mouth watering desire in opaque lace strained firm against the outline of his treasure.

Eddie swallowed.

“Why’re you still in here?” you asked with a bite of annoyance. “You got to see a girl’s bra for the first time ever, probably. You should be celebrating, throwing yourself a party. In the living room. On the couch.”

The anger had returned like a slap of reality across his cheek. He narrowed his eyes at the back of your head, remembering why he loathed you with every fiber of his being. “I’ve seen a bra before.”

“Pictures don’t count.”

“Whatever, bitch.”

Your body jolted with a snort, and he flung open the door hard enough for it to bounce off the door stop. He heard your infuriating inhale, and slapped the lightswitch off, shutting the door behind him with excessive force before you could ask more demands of him. Gladly, he closed himself out of his own bedroom. The physical barrier under his trembling fist had never felt better, still gripping the knob as if he’d go back in there.

He wouldn’t.

He let go of the chilled metal and stalked down the hall, curbing himself from stomping out his frustration, only to throw himself onto the couch. Stomach burning with hunger, hatred. Chest heaving with rage. Pulse rising in his throat, beating against the ball chain necklace he wore. Breathing so hard, sounding as if he’d ran laps before collapsing onto his bed for the night, crossing his arms to squeeze his biceps, massaging his fingers down the muscle. Occupying himself. Distracting himself.

It wasn’t working.

He was mad.

Furious.

Draping his hand over his eyes, he gave himself a moment to make a decision, and pushed his bangs off his forehead. They stayed in their gravity defying position due to the oil. He needed to shower. He needed to clean himself of this day, and go to sleep. But he couldn’t.

The fever in his veins was too distracting. He needed to take care of it. Get rid of it.

Sitting up, he unfolded the comforter from the end of the couch, and propped the pillow against the armrest to angle his head slightly up, where he could see the hallway.

From his front pocket, he collected his phone and laid it on his stomach while he unbuttoned his pants, pinching the waistband together and pulling the zipper down, sighing through his nose at the relief of the lines he was crossing.

He grasped his phone and brought it close to his face. Cupped in one palm, and using the other hand to tap it twice. A streak of perspiration was left on the screen where he swiped in his passcode, using his index finger to open a private browser and type in a porn site. Any porn site. Whichever variation of the word porn + noun he thought of first. It didn’t matter much to him; that’s not where his preferences lie.

office worker

co-worker

secretary

office worker tight skirt

office worker pov skirt grinding

His brain went stupid for synonyms trying to narrow down his search. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew the ultra HD, professionally lit, fakey acting wasn’t it. He scrolled, and scrolled. Narrowed his search again. Ticked off boxes on the side. Tried broader genres. Went back to the results he was on, and traveled down the rabbit hole a few more pages until, at last, he found what suited him.

The thumbnail appeared promising. Dimly lit, sorta bad quality, and clearly shot at home with a woman whose body type wasn’t far off from what he was hoping for. He even appreciated the visual similarities in the amateur actress’ navy blue skirt, and off-white blouse. As long as he scrolled down a tad to crop out her face, it was perfect. Plus, it was easier to insert himself into the scene that way.

He clicked it, and– ”Jesus Christ,” he turned down the volume as quickly as he could, accidentally pressing down the two buttons on the side that took a screenshot and saved it to his gallery.

The video started a little further into the act than he anticipated.

Such a fucking idiot, Eddie, Jesus Christ. Sitting in thick silence, he waited to see if you’d heard, and once his face calmed of the embarrassed flush stinging his cheeks, he moved on.

Eddie worked his right hand under the comforter, but heeded his boxers as a layer of separation. At the first contact with the parts of him he denied aching for the bane of his existence, he allowed his eyes to flutter closed. Gently, he raked his fingernails down the base of his shaft, and over his balls. He cupped them. Felt their heft. Cradled them and dragged them softly upwards, letting them fall and stretch before repeating the motion, enjoying the tickly sensation of being the first thing he touched. His most sensitive, most susceptible part of himself. Meanly ignoring the other part of him twitching, throbbing, begging to be catered to.

He kept some fraction of his brain alert to the hallway, senses sharpened by the spike of adrenaline, listening out for any sound of you exiting the room. But most of him was focused on hitting the play button, sticking to his decision that he couldn’t wait to do this in the shower. He needed it now.

It started with the woman already in motion. Shot from the guy’s point of view laying on the bed, his obvious hardon pressing through his slacks into her pussy grinding down on him. Her skirt lifted with each motion, showing her black underwear. Not that he was complaining they weren’t red, but he didn’t concentrate on them.

He switched from playing with his balls to gripping his cock. Finally. It buzzed with the rush of pleasure, harder than it had ever been, even in his youth. His fingers hardly met through his boxers, but he encircled them the best he could, and started with fast, desperate, stunted strokes, getting himself to where the guy in the video was in a matter of pent-up seconds, clenching his ass to buck his hips up. Heart pounding. Inhales shaky from the speed at which he took care of his problem, exhales interrupted by muted huffs.

Maybe he should be embarrassed, but it didn’t take him long to feel that encouragement to keep going, keep going, keep going. Where each frantic pump along his length was better than the last. Where each accidental graze of his fingers over the lipped edge of his tip sprinted towards his bliss.

In the video, the woman dipped a finger between her lips and moved her panties aside.

There was a low hum in the back of his throat, engrossed by the wet warmth opposed to his dry fist.

Metal knob turning–door creaking–carpet groaning, step, step, step–

It was a fucking miracle he managed to close out of the window in his panic. His thumb missed it the first two times as fear coated him in a cold sweat, and the phone fell out of his palm, smacking him in the chin as you rounded the corner.

You didn’t spare him the time of day as you walked into the kitchen and got a glass from the cabinet. Didn’t bother looking at him as you stood at the fridge with your hip cocked out, holding the cup under the outer dispenser and depressing the button for ice.

The fridge made a mechanical whirr, and filled your glass. Ker-chunk, ker-chunk, ker-chunk, the ice cubes tinked into the cup for the longest seconds of his life. His hand was frozen mid-tug on his dick, and you were wearing an oversized t-shirt, and nothing else. Truly, it hardly covered your ass. It clung to your hips, brushed the height of your thighs, and suddenly, he was checking how obvious the bulk of the comforter was over his lap, and if it creased when he moved his hand upwards.

Nothing. Not a fold out of place. He could keep it up. Stroke, by stroke, brushing his fingers over the head only, testing his limits to keep discreet while you switched to the other spout on the fridge for water.

Even when you turned to him, he massaged himself over his boxers, soaking the sticky slick beads of precum into the fabric.

“What?”

Your tone didn’t deter him from tracing the underside of his swollen head, caressing the glans with the same sort of sentiment he experienced in the homemade porn between a real couple–all gentle and nice.

He mustered enough brain cells to respond, “What? I’m already sleeping on the couch. Can’t you leave me alone for one night? Or are you that desperate for attention?”

None the wiser, you took a sip from your glass, and folded your other arm across your stomach, making it obvious from the natural sway that you weren’t wearing a bra. Probably weren’t wearing panties either..

Swallowing the ice cold water with a satisfied ‘ah’, you went on your merry way. “Just came to gawk at the bridge troll, is all. Night night!” Your annoying farewell was followed by the creak of the door, and the faint click of it closing.

What a fucking irritating person.

The anger bristled again. Definitely anger. It was there, lurking, when he rubbed at the sore spot on his chin and picked up his phone, unlocking it to stare at the homescreen.

There was no patience within him to find the video. Besides, the sanitized professional thumbnails on the homepage were enough to have him dropping his phone to the cushion crevices beside him, surrendering himself to his imagination. Nothing lived up to the scenarios in his head, anyway.

Before getting ahead of himself, he slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, and gripped himself wholly. There was no sense in denying what he wanted: the raw desire of his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, not caring about creating a mess. It could be cleaned up later. He needed this. Now.

He immersed himself in the fantasy.

The visuals took place minutes ago, if he hadn’t backed down. It was based on you refusing to give him the bed, and instead of walking away from your bratty attitude, he lifted his chin, and broadened his chest with a confidence he didn’t possess. Fantasy Eddie had the courage to kneel on the mattress like he belonged there. Your body would dip, rock towards his imposing knees straddling either side of your calves, and in his strongest dreams, he acted out what should’ve happened.

If he had his way, he would begin with your hips. A single strong palm on the curve would have you hiking them up to greet him, and he was a gentleman. As soon as you presented him with the opportunity, he was scrambling to spread your legs so he could dip between them, eager to please. He wanted to know the sensation of coarse red lace scratching across his tongue; it would be a novelty only he would know. His hands would be on your upper thighs, bringing you closer, closer, to where his mouth awaited you. Persuading your face to the sheets. Putting a wicked arch in your back, granting him permission.

He’d angle his mouth to your clothed clit and collect spit to his bottom lip, parting, and lapping his tongue over the pretty thing, suckling it through the fabric. His nose would be to your cunt, inhaling the musky pheromones. Didn’t matter how long you’d been at work, proving yourself to people who would never appreciate you like he did. He cherished every bit of you so much. The heady scent intoxicated him like a drug, the dimples when he smashed the fat of your ass around his face, your silly whine when he pressed kisses up your pretty pussy. The anger was gone. Like that, he adored you. After all, you craved him. And it’d been a long time since he was wanted. It felt nice to not be rejected.

Eddie, Fantasy You gasped when the wet sound of him sucking your clit through your panties grew in fervor. He was drunk on you. Trying hard. Giving more. Licking at the dark patch he created. God, he loved it. He loved the evidence. He could suckle, moan, flatten his tongue like torture and just breathe on you until he fell asleep, waking up to nudge his teeth over the sensitive areas you presented to him. Spending hours getting you to your peak, over and over.

But in reality, he was approaching his end rather quickly.

My turn, sweetheart, he regretfully informed you.

Getting to his knees, he positioned himself behind you. His cock slotted so nicely against you; red lace meeting unzipped gray uniform pants, and he wasted no time stoking the flames from where he left off.

He clapped your cheeks around the hard outline of his cock. His black boxers stretched to their limits to contain him. There was a dark patch at the tip peeking out between your ass, growing with each slow, assertive grind he committed to, fucking himself into the curve of your cunt with ragged breaths. Losing himself. Mouth agape, and eyebrows pinched as his needy head was swallowed when he rocked his hips back, and reappeared with a rough thrust.

Again, it didn’t take long until he needed a break to make himself last longer.

He draped his weight over you as he slid his rough, calloused palms up the backs of your thighs, creating goosebumps along the sensitive flesh on his way to your sorry excuse for skirt. He bunched the pitiful thing to your waist, and reached for the hem of your shirt.

You hummed in approval, pressing against his lap.

It was hard to balance, but you supported him as he yanked your blouse up–sucking in a sharp breath when you moaned, and rutted yourself on his length–and he brushed his fingers along your soft skin in search for the bra clasp, and when he found it, he pulled the band tight. The latch gave. He caught sudden heft in his palm, cupping you and the bra together, massaging lightly until your nipple slotted between the base of two of his fingers, and he applied the gentlest pressure.

Oh fuck, you whined so nicely for him.

They’re extra sensitive after being caged all day, you explained.

Yeah? Does it feel good?

You nodded, cheek smashed against the wrinkled sheets.

He pinched harder.

Saliva gathered at the corner of your lips, spilling in a sticky string as you dragged your head in another nod, heavy-lidded eyes just visible through your lashes, open mouth panting for him.

True satisfaction spread like weightlessness from the pit of anger in his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to be making you feel good, not the person ruining the one place he found peace after six years of paranoia, but here he was, wishing the taste of your pussy lasted longer in his mouth. Here he was, anchoring his forearm alongside yours, gripping the same sheet you gripped while he beared his weight down on you, and pressed kisses to your clothed shoulders.

His other hand was trapped between you and the bed, but each pulse around your nipple was another long stroke on his cock.

The scene had been set. The build up and story line were crafted. Now, he could play.

He worked kisses under your collar, tasting the sheen of sweat at your hairline, leaving trails of spit to cool as he lolled his head on top of yours, resting his forehead amongst your hair, and he put his lips to the shell of your ear, feeling you shiver beneath him.

Do you think you can treat me that way, and get away with it? Fantasy Him asked. Think you can boss me around whenever you want? He punctuated his question with a hard, unexpected thrust, earning a gasp from your pretty mouth.

Turn over. He didn’t command it verbally, but when he took away his hand to smack the side of your ass, and sat back, you were aware of his unstated switch in position.

You laid on your back, legs spread for him. Skirt bunched around your hips, blouse fallen open, except for the one button remaining. He grasped his cock, and stroked himself through his boxers for you. His brows were drawn together in a gentle question, gaze locked onto yours. This was supposed to be about him, but he still asked, Is this okay? Is this what you want?

The source of his anger, his rage, his frustration–all the blame, burdens, and negativity he attributed to a single woman–opened her arms to him, and nodded.

He passed over your pussy to praise kisses to your stomach. Deft fingers working to undo the last button on your blouse, and explore upwards. Wet smacks of his sloppy gifts arched your back the higher he traveled, molding his large hands to your body. Brushing his rough fingers to the junction of your inner thigh and hip, and spreading you open so your pussy swallowed the fabric, wedging the red lace tight to your clit for later. Up, up, his kisses covered you, until he nosed at the underwire of your bra, and lifted it out of the way.

Fuck, Eddie.

You pushed his hair out of his face. The shorter curls fell from the low bun at his nape, and you tucked them behind his ear so you could watch his tongue lap and swirl at your nipple. Your fluttery moans were heaven, as were your tits being shoved in his mouth. You squirmed for him, clamored for him. You wanted him, needed him. Did you care that his hair was greasy? Did you care that dried salt crystals from sweat scratched your fingers when you cradled his jaw? Did you care about his smell from thirteen hours of being in a hot kitchen when you cupped him under the armpits, encouraging him with a buck of your hips to get back to business?

He supposed not, since it was his fantasy.

But just like reality, you were trying to boss him around.

Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?

You could hardly meet his gaze, eyes so heavy with lust you couldn’t keep them open long enough to beg.

He aligned himself, nudging the tip of his cock to your clit, and he savored the experience of watching the bliss wash over you. It took him a beat to realize, but he moaned in response to your moan. Watching you react from where he picked up his head from your chest, memorizing the fake vision of your face losing the usual harsh distaste for him. Your lips were better this way–lush, and making an effort to sound out his name as he drew his hips back–not sneering because you had the displeasure of asking him a question.

Still, he drove forward with haste. Cotton on lace. Layers of separation. Anything else was too intimate for how he wanted to fuck you, rough and fast, caring only about himself and not about your poor neglected clit, swollen and pleading for his soft tongue, only to get rough, unmeasured thrusts. Messy, and unintentional, and denying. Until you made them work for you.

You used the meat of his shoulders as leverage. Digging your fingers in, holding tight as you rocked with him and raised your legs, wrapping them around his ass. The squeeze of your thighs, and pressure built from your locked ankles tipped you into a better position, and now, his entire length was flush to your clit, not simply passing over the top of it.

All of him was touching you, touching you, touching you. Trapping his cock between your stomachs, damp with reignited sweat. Back to rutting against one another at a desperate pace, chasing the tension, the high. The snap of his hips. Your stuttered groans for more. The anger, the hatred. Festering under the surface, bubbling in your insolence. Present in his teeth grazing your throat, nipping at the pulse, kissing, sucking, licking, tasting.

You’re gonna make me cum. Even Fantasy You said it in a lower register, reaching where the molten resentment laid dormant.

He found the same gravelly animosity and warned you, “I’m too close, I’m too close.”

You cradled him tighter, burying your heads in each other’s embrace. Muscles quivering from effort, burning with each grind, tensing under curious hands finding new places to cling to, curves to admire. Until they stayed put.

Nails bit flesh. Strong fingers dug painfully at bone. Mouths fell open. Eyes closed. Writhing flesh on fabric, and flesh, you trembled under him.

I’m–mm, Eddie–I’m cumming–

His thrusts faltered, jerking into short bursts, and his gracious moans went high and tight in his throat, spilling out as he panted, “You make me feel so good, baby. Fucked you so good. I can’t–I’m cumming–fuck–”

Fuck, Eddie–Fuck, Eddie–Fuck, Eddie–

–”Fuck,” he babbled aloud.

The climax took him to the dark apartment. The overwhelming shadows of sleeping in the lonely living room on the flat couch under an extra blanket not yet broken of its factory starch, scratchy on the skin. His muscles were still tensed into him curling in on himself, lifting his aching neck and shoulders off the pillow for a few more pumps of his hand sliding over his slick shaft, spreading the warmth oozing towards his hip, no doubt tangling the curly thatch of hair above the base. In lip-biting silence, he stroked himself, not daring to breathe after he knew he said something out loud from his imagination. He listened. Eyes straining to see the hallway.

His bangs stuck to the heavy sweat on his forehead.

His entire body was heated beyond belief.

Anticipation sat heavy on his tongue.

But as he came down from his peak, nothing happened. He stayed lonely. His heartbeat pounded against the guitar pick sticking to his chest, and that was it. Now his head was cleared of distractions, and he could sleep. The fantasy was a fantasy, and in this reality, he wouldn’t do this again. It was too weird to muddy the multitude of negative feelings he had for you with.. whatever this was.

A release, that’s what this was.

Kicking the blanket off, he swung his legs to the side to sit up, socked feet softened by the plush carpet. He pressed his palm over the sticky substance dripping downward, and soaked it up to the best of his ability. And as his cum hit the fresh air, and his inhale was cut short as he smelled his shirt, he thought about the shower he needed. And he thought about the dark patch on his boxers. And he thought about his clothes in the dresser in the bedroom.

Looking down, he inspected his gray pants, and groaned.

They were ruined.

So, so ruined and obvious as to what he was doing.

There was no way he could go into there and grab new clothes for a shower. The thought of facing you after this, and you seeing him in this pathetic state–and God, if you knew it was because of you, and because he couldn’t control himself–he’d rather die than admit you did this to him.

Fuck.

Couldn’t even go to his own room for some fucking clothes so he could shower after working all day.

Yeah, that confirmed it. He fucking hated you.

Hated you even more when he thought about you sleeping on his mattress, wrapped snug in his bedsheets wearing only a t-shirt with nothing else to cover you, and his dick twitched again for that red lace he knew was discarded in the laundry basket.

“Fuck my life.”

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[alanaaii]

Date night.♡

Fluff! light nsfw joke.

connie is just a gentleman.

When connie asked you to be his valentine, you knew he would not disappoint. 2 days prior he’d give you the money to book your hair, nail and wax appointment. He love his girl to look and especially feel pretty on the romantic day. He felt like valentine’s day was the day to show the world how much he loved his girl. So when valentine’s day finally rolled around he was ready. He already told you that you two would be going somewhere special at 7pm which is why you were getting ready 2 hours before.

After taking your everything shower, you moisturized your body and went to your closet. You wanted to dress classy but still wanted to show some skin. After calling 2 friends and going back and fourth between tiktok and pinterest, you decide on a simple silk black dress that hugged your curves perfectly. You pair it with a bracelet that connie got you for your first anniversary and you felt like it was perfect. You felt like a bad bitch. Sitting down at your vanity you open up an inspiration picture for your makeup and began putting in work with your beauty blender.

Now playing : HISS BY MEGAN THEE STALLION.

Being so into your makeup and your playlist, you don’t notice the sound of an unlocking door. Closing your eyes and spraying your setting spray you open your eyes and see connie in the mirror. Nearly jumping out of your chair you let out a loud scream. “Connie! you need to stop doing that”

You softly hit him as he leans over to see what you were doing. Perfectly dressed in a jet black suit which precisely matched your dress. Part of his tattoo could be seen and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. “i’m sorry pretty, i wanted to surprise you“ You giggle as you stand up from your vanity and admire your dress from the mirror. “You look so fuckin’ good.” Connie’s hand wraps around your waist, massaging your hip and kissing your neck. “might fuck around and stay here..” He muttered into your ear. “thank you baby” You kiss his cheek, leaving some of your lip gloss on it. To your surprise he doesn’t wipe it off but instead leaves it there to dry.

“you ready to go mama?“

”yes let me grab my bag”

Connie grabs your soft manicured hand as you two make your way out of your small apartment.

He walks to the passenger side of the car and opens it for you. “Here you go princesa” As you throw him a smile you turn to the seat and see the biggest bouquet of pink roses you’ve ever seen. Along with some heart balloons with a pretty pink envelope.

Your mouth fall open looking at the things in front of you. “con..” He smiled Your eyes fill with warm tears that threaten to fall as you lifted your head to look him in the eyes. “all for you mama, i love you”. He muttered as your arms instantly grab his face to smother him into a wet and sloppy kiss completely forgetting about your lip combo that you’d had just applied. Softly grazing your acrylics over his cheek made his heart jump. Connie was tremendously obsessed with you. Everything about you fascinated him. From your toes ,that he always paid for to get done, to the pink bonnet you’d wear to sleep. He loved you and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“thank you connie,seriously. i love you ”

“anything for you. now get in the car before we end up late” He moved the flowers and the balloons to the backseat for you. Sitting down in his car, the aroma of vanilla musk ran through your nose. His car smelled exactly like him. As he began to pull out of the driveway, you decided to open the envelope. It was two 500 dollar gift cards to target. Definitely not self indulgent. “Connie!!! you spent a whole band on gift cards? are you crazy?” He rolled his eyes as he payed attention to the road. “You know you like it.” Pouting your lips you put the gift cards back into the card and pull out your phone. Taking a few selfies before you two reached the destination. A fancy italian restaurant which connie knew you loved your pasta.

Connie hurried to the opposite side of the car to open your door. Holding your hand and helping you out of the car. Almost tripping from your choice of heals, you walk into the restaurant together. Instantly greeted by a waiter you both are seated in a booth closest to a window. As you sat down you looked out of the window and saw the sunset. You and connie talked it up until it was time to order. When you were done ordering you made sure to order yourself an alcoholic drink—because you deserved it.

A kind waiter brought out your drink and you took it to the head. Finishing it in 5 minutes.

After 30 minutes, your food came out. You were starting to feel the drink set in as you began to eat your food. Slurping up your creamy noodles from your alfredo ,the sauce getting all over your lips.

“that’s exactly how you look when you-“

You put your hand over his mouth as you roll your eyes. Connie didn’t move your hand and just chuckled. Licking the sauce off of your lips you finish your food. Of course connie has the bill and tips the waitress well. Holding his muscular arm as you make your way back to the car. Sitting back in the car you lean over to stare at your man. Your man that seemed to not have any flaws and kept a smile on your face.

“connie you staying over right?”

“of course ma.”

He pulls out of the driveway and makes his way back to your apartment.

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[swimmpantyz]

LOSING NIGHT (pt 1/2)

fuckboy!gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: You and your boyfriend were on a thin line. Your break-up was inevitable... After a short-tempered discussion everything seemed to have come to an end. Luckily, your boyfriend's best friend was there to cheer you up. Even if he was a lot of trouble... He still knows how to have fun.

tw: alcohol use, slightly dub-con, unprotected sex, lost of virginity, virginity kink, porn w/ little plot, +

Plot inspired in Blair and Chuck's relationship from Gossip Girl.

Satoru's name was showing on your phone, and it was relieving.

You left your apartment, pacing around the elevator to finally meet him outside.

He was leaning against his car, a small smile on his face, you could see his blue eyes shine through his glasses.

Once you were right in front of him he looked at your sides.

"Where's Suguru at?" You sighed shortly.

Suguru and you were supposed to go and hang out in the place Satoru was sealing the deal to buy it tonight.

"We broke up." His smile left his face, his eyebrows raising, disappearing behind his white hair.

"What?" He asked confused. You shrugged, getting inside his car when he opened the door for you.

"What you heard, and no more talking about it." He didn't say anything as he sat next to you.

"You really have good timing, huh." You chuckled softly, getting one of the expensive bottles he left on the mini bar inside.

"I do... But tell me, I'm dying of curiosity." You rolled your eyes at his words, knowing what he was going to ask. And of course he was damn nosey. "You don't look surprised or hurt... I don't see any mascara staining your eyes for crying neither... Did you two really broke up?" He messed with you, you could see his smirk from the side.

"Oh, fuck you." He snorted at your words.

"At least buy me a drink first." You handed him a glass of Whiskey, and he couldn't hide his smile, taking a shot from it.

"Just get drunk, Gojo, so I can get drunk too." And until you headed to the place, the alcohol kept coming and coming.

The driver opened the door and Satoru help you out, a hand on yours and the other on your waist.

"I really need this." You said, standing in front of the club, sighing softly, a small smile on your face."No better place to escape, right?" Satoru followed you from behind.

"It's like my personal Las Vegas." He joked. "Feel free to get loose, no judgment, what happens here, stays here." You looked back at him, your eyebrows raising and a soft smirk increasing unconsciously.

"Well look at you, marketing manager, it has franchise potential." You stopped on the entrance, turning around and looking up at him. "All those years of underage boozing and womanizing have finally paid off, truly, I'm proud." He smiled brightly at your words, taking your hand again as if he was a gentleman to lead you inside.

"That's why I showed you first this place." He whispered close to your ear as the people gathered around you to get inside the expensive club. He knew you would like the place. And he knew you would support him.

"So tonight's it's really a victory's party, huh? you're truly gonna seal it?" He didn't say anything and just winked at you. You let out an amazed short laugh as he pulled you by your hand to get easily inside, being the owner had it's advantages.

You walked side by side, your bodies almost glued to each other... It was just like the last time he got you there, the only difference was all the people inside and outside.

The theme of the club was inspired in the old brothels, a lot of lingerie and classy furniture made it look expensive.

Satoru's reserved place was a small short table with silk arm chairs in the middle of the club, ten feet in front of the little scenery.

All the women were dancing and moving around as you two sat in the same couch, a martini on your hand and whiskey (once again) on his.

You were watching the show in front of you, your mood much better than minutes before meeting Satoru.

But of course, he and his big mouth have to ruin it.

He was leaning on the couch, playing with his glass while slightly looking at you. He was more serious.

"... I know you don't wanna talk about it but-" You interrupted him abruptly.

"Relief... I feel relief." He nodded in silence, drinking again.

Your eyes followed the women in front of you, a smile once again on your face.

"You know... I got moves too." Satoru almost chuckled, getting closer to you by just inches.

"Really?" He said incredulously, tease on his voice. "Why don't you show me then?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Show you?" He nodded, leaning back on the couch again, pointing at the scenery.

"Go up there." You looked to the front, leaning back just as he did.

"I'm just saying I got moves." He chuckled, one of his arms going to your shoulder.

"Come on, you surely move better than any women here." He encouraged you. "You're ten times hotter too." You huffed softly, drinking another martini the bartender just gave you.

"Gojo Satoru, I know what you're doing." You warned him with a smile. Until you realized the why of his words. "Wait... You actually don't believe I'll go up there." Satoru shrugged, not hiding his smirk.

"I know you won't." He said as if it was obvious. You let out an unbelievable little gasp, your mouth open in fake hurt.

You smiled as you got up, leaving your glass on his free hand.

"Hold my drink." He looked up at you in confusion, his smile coming back upon realising that you were, actually, going to do it.

He sat more straight, crossing his legs while staring as you moved.

Maybe it was the alcohol mixed with your spite, but you didn't care at all when you got in with all the other girls.

Little by little you started to take your clothes off, starting with your small thin coat.

Satoru stood up from the couch, getting closer slowly, you stared only at him, and and he stared only at you.

Your face had a bright smile, and he was speechless, the sound of cheering and loud music only encouraged you more.

You couldn't even hear your heels clicking against the floor.

Your hands roamed around your body, playing with your dress and your hair... Moving your hips slowly and softly.

Finally you started to unzip it... And thank god you had your short satine and lace night robe below your dress, it wasn't really different from the lingerie the other women had.

And the heat of the room could have been because of all the people pressed against each other or because Satoru's gaze was burning every inch of your skin.

You turned around, moving your hair and looking back with the softest eyes you could make, batting your eyelashes innocently as you started to unbutton your robe, playing with the little lace from the shoulders.

All you could do was keep moving and staring at Satoru, until he couldn't stop smiling dumbly at you.

mueheheheh

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[temptaetions]

the few things 🌠 b.cc

a/n: the photo above is from the stray kids' 5-star concept teasers. i do not own the media. this being said, i want to preface that this fic is very personal to me, and i felt that it would help me get over things faster if i wrote it. and it did. all of my fics are very personal, so i beg, please don't take them and claim them as your own. please. enjoy. thank you.

synopsis: when he knows you so well, you're like putty for him. when he loves you, when you think he hates you, and everything in between, you're putty for him.

genre: tumultuous situationship au | unrequited love | best friends to strangers | fem!reader | angst pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k | lowercase intended.

rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

warnings: brief mention of appetite loss. please take care of your bodies, i love you. unrequited love/one-sided love, rejection. a lot of crying, a lot of overthinking and insecurity.

what to listen to: how high - ice spice ; is it a crime - sade ; con él - jenni rivera ; dive - luke combs ; tus desprecios - selena

being known by him pains you.

he knows you so well. from the way the light makes your eyes glow, to the chipped pedicure on your toes. he knows your ticks, what makes you jump, and which cheek you chew on when you're feeling anxious. he knows the tempo you tap your foot to when you're impatient, and which foot it is that means you're impatient. he knows how easily you swoon, for the smallest things, and how tender your emotions are. especially after fights with your parents.

he knows how to unravel you, to get you to bare your soul to him. he can get you to spill your beans by simply wrapping his arms around you, and letting his presence melt away at your coldness. he knows that just being there is enough for you, that just him existing within your own existence is enough to make you break. 

putting you back together is the hard part. he slowly had to piece everything back together, checking edges and patterns, dents and slices of your problems being scattered everywhere. he was the only one who did it well, the only one who paid attention to detail. the only one who cared enough to even unravel you in the first place.

seeing him do it for somebody else killed you inside.

granted, you and chan had tried to blossom your friendship into a relationship quite a few times. it made sense, you know? he remembered everything about you, and you made efforts no one else had made. you made the effort to soften him up. to show him not everything was set in stone, to show him that he too, could be loved. you watched movies you hated for him, you listened to songs he recommended, and you chose him. over and over, you chose him.

over your friends, over your family. at one point, you almost lost your job over choosing him.

you remember him calling you that day. it was summer. it was raining insanely hard, and he was stuck in traffic. you were worried about him, and stood outside your job waiting to see his car zoom by. your manager tried to pull you in several times, saying you were going to have to go home if you weren't inside in 10 minutes.

chan wound up picking you up, his car shielding you from the rain and his arms protecting you from the wrath of the world. you got sent home, you were soaking wet, and yet, you were so glad to see him. you remember him lightly rubbing your back, softly speaking in your ear that you couldn't jeopardize your job for him. you didn't hear a word, but 'i love you, silly girl.'

and that was the way it always was with chan. so many of your plans were canceled on a whim to talk to him, so many of your friends both envied and disliked him because your attention was always on him. 

"you've tried this relationship so many times. i will always support you, but just know that a girlfriend without the label, and without the same level of commitment is just an obsession, y/n." mina had said to you as she dipped her grilled cheese into her soup, and you sadly remember how quickly your appetite shrank. "chan loves me, mina. he wouldn't lead me on, he's the only thing i'm sure of in this life."

you never regretted being with chan, in any sense. you never felt that sense of dread when knowing plans with him were coming up, and seeing him never made you feel drained. seeing him made you feel like you were on cloud nine. hugging him and breathing him in was an addiction you never want to kick. you loved hearing songs about love and immediately thinking of him, you loved seeing something random he loved and immediately texting him about it.

you loved chan. and he assured you, he loved you.

so why did this feel different?

over the last few weeks, chan had been distant. you hadn't spoken much, and he was routinely in busan instead of seoul. he had no friends in that city, so there was no reason for him to be there, especially now since you guys were trying to jumpstart your relationship again. it seemed he was there almost every weekend, and your texts went unread (or simply, unanswered) for hours.

"hey, baby." his voice was tired, but you watched as the trees zoomed by in the window. he was driving home, from wherever the fuck he was. he only lived a few minutes from the company, so it was unlikely he was coming from work. it was also late, maybe three hours since you'd texted him last. "hey, chan. where are you?" "oh, i'm on my way home. what are you up to?" he answered far too quickly. it was rather avoidant. you scrunch your brows, sitting up on your couch. "home from where? did you work late?"

"what are you, the fbi?" he chuckles, and you hear the ticking of his turn signal. he didn't have to turn if he was going straight home from work, especially not to the left. "i'm just asking. are we still on for tomorrow?" you're picking at your nails, and he sighs.

"actually, no. i have an event at work i can't miss." he sighs, his eyes avoiding his phone. you sucked your teeth, an action not going unnoticed by him. "oh, okay. never mind, then."

you hoped he'd suggest a raincheck. you hoped he'd say, "how about thursday? we can go to dinner." or something along those lines.

"sorry."

bummer, you thought. the effort from chan had begun decreasing. he had originally been the one to ask if you could try and take the leap, one last time. you both knew that your friendship would be dead if one of you got into a relationship – no one wants to come second to their significant other's 'best friend.'

'best friends', that kiss when they're drunk. 'best friends' who have seen every inch of each other's bodies, 'best friends' who have told each other the filthiest things imaginable and have done little to hide that they yearn for the other. 

'best friends' who don't tell their friends when they're kissing each other again. when they're holding each other tightly under covers. when you're letting him tell you how pretty you are, when he's telling you that you're his. when you're letting him snake his hand under your blouse, goosebumps littering your skin.

"i'm home, i'll talk to you later. bye, baby." 

you don't even get a chance to say goodbye before he hangs up, and you feel a pool of guilt in your stomach, paired with the sting of (in your mind, unreasonable) tears. you roll your eyes, your tongue poking your cheek as the tears spill. tossing your phone to the side, you press the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to take a deep breath.

"it's fine, y/n. he's just busy. he's just busy feeding berry. he's feeding berry, he's probably heating up dinner. he has to eat." you breathe in, a shudder wracking your body as the thoughts begin flooding in.

he's tired of me. he doesn't want to work things out this time. he just wanted to have fun. this is not about love for him.

you curl in on yourself, letting the sobs take over as you let the thoughts flow.

why did he start this again if he didn't actually love me? oh god, what if he has someone else? what if he has someone else entertaining him, holding his attention? what if he's not playing hard to get, i'm just playing hard to get rid of? 

"oh, god." 

you don't understand why you're crying. he hasn't even said anything about not loving you, or not appreciating you. he never said anything about just wanting to have fun, or having another girl waiting for his love.

but subconsciously, you knew a part of him would never tell you. he knew you, he knew how you worked. he knew you'd compare yourself - from creases on your forehead to the stubble on your legs. you knew you'd wonder what they had that you didn't, whether it was sharing his love of marvel movies or simply being a person who can carry conversation better than you could because they could sense something in him you couldn't after years of knowing him.

but if there was anything you were sure of, it was him. you wanted him, all of him, forever. you'd loved him, for many years. and in years past, you'd yearned for him, but never, ever like this. you craved his presence. you craved his attention, his love, his fucking scent, for fuck's sake.

you buried your face in your couch cushion, letting a sob get muffled. oh god. if he's not the one, after all of this? god, remove him. take him away. i can't keep doing this.

it was two in the morning and you couldn't sleep, the crying session from earlier having lasted far longer than you had anticipated. you even let mina come over and comfort you before she passed out on your couch because she had worked a double shift. you clutched your phone in your hand as your swollen eyes stared at the conversation you'd attempted to have with bang chan.

message to: channie 💘

[9:30pm] can we call? 10 minutes.

message from: channie 💘

[10:11pm] why?

message to: channie 💘

[10:20pm] i just miss your voice.

message from: channie 💘

[10:30pm] i'm really tired.

message to: channie 💘

[10:47pm] tomorrow, then? (read: 11:59pm)

chan hadn't spoken to you all day. it was well past lunchtime for you, and he usually had a lull at work at this hour. he usually called for a quick check-in, a chat about music, or whatever was on his mind at the moment. you loved seeing him in work mode, or how quickly he straightened his posture if a coworker acknowledged his presence. mina was sitting at your table, awaiting her breakfast-for-lunch grand cuisine.

"any man who can go twenty-four hours without talking to you, is not the man for you. anyone who loves you, would not put themselves in a position to lose you." mina said as you put a plate of eggs under her nose, her hand reaching for the hot sauce. "it hasn't even been twenty-four hours, mina. he'll come around. he always does, he's channie." "you ever consider there might be someone else calling him that? calling him baby? telling people he's the love of their life, and he might actually be?" she says, her eyes looking at you bluntly as you let the steam of your oatmeal hit your face. your eyes were still insanely swollen, and you had called in from your job to recover. you turned on your ringer, hoping you'd hear the bump bump of his text tone.

"i'm just saying, honey. don't put all your eggs in one basket." she licks her thumb of stray hot sauce, and you just sigh, pushing your oatmeal away, your stomach now full of unease.

it's been twenty-four hours. or, almost twenty-two.

he still hasn't messaged you, called you, or swung by. his instagram story was blank except for the selfie he took in the mirror at work, captioned mondays. 

message to: channie 💘

[9:22pm] hey! we haven't spoken in a bit. where's your head at? lmk, call or text <3

you stare at the text patiently, hoping you'll see read: 9:22pm. you're hoping you'll see the chat bubbles pop up. you're hoping he'll call, or swing by. but he won't, you know he won't.

it pains you to know him.

you couldn't sleep. you were used to chan holding you close to him. you were used to his calloused hand holding yours tightly, and holding it to your chest like it was your favorite thing in the world. but it was like holding onto something when it's not right. it felt good, it felt almost perfect, but it didn't feel the way it did this time.

things he said swirled in your head as you tucked your arm under your pillow, your shirt crumpling under you. you slept on your stomach, chan was a back sleeper. you remember his judgment of it, saying you would be a deer caught in headlights if someone were to break in. you remember laughing, saying that that was what he was for.

you remember asking him if he'd ever be tired of you, if he ever thought this cycle of trying and giving up would be done. he reassured you, that without a shadow of a doubt, you would never be done. you remember thinking he was the moon that night, and that you'd never want to lose him by counting the stars.

but it seems he was doing just that.

you'd called out from work again.

it was well past lunch time for you. almost four hours.

and you were glued to your bed, eyes rereading the message he sent.

message from: channie 💘

[2:48pm] hey, y/n. i think…we should just be friends. i don't want to do this anymore. we've tried this time and time again and it doesn't seem to work. maybe it's for the better that it doesn't. i didn't realize i felt this way until i went to busan last week. i feel better now. i hope you understand.

you couldn't stop reading it. your eyes scanned the screen, hoping you'd read it wrong. hoping somewhere, there was a subliminal message. hoping this feeling of feeling used would leave, this feeling of feeling stupid. you knew things that started fast, and it would end faster. you ignored all the warning signs. you ignored all your friends.

you wanted so desperately for this to work.

you wanted so desperately for him to love you back.

but you would never beg. no, you'd never beg for a man to love you.

staring at the message through blurry eyes, you held it down, your finger pressing the thumbs up reaction.

message to: bang chan

[6:30pm] you liked 'hey, y/n. i think…we should just be friends. i don't want to do this anymore. we've tried this time and time again and it doesn't seem to work. maybe it's for the better that it doesn't. i didn't realize i felt this way until i went to busan last week. i feel better now. i hope you understand.'

you put your phone down on your nightstand, forcing your back to leave the mattress. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror – your hair was tangled, and face was swollen. sighing, you rubbed at your eyes harshly, basking in the discomfort of their dryness.

this time, you were done. you were absolutely done.

you were tired. you knew this was a two-person deal, but this time, it felt like you were making ends meet. you were practically praying to make it work, you were reaching further and further for someone who did not want to be touched. you were giving him access to your heart, your body, your mind without any commitment.

it feels selfish, to be done when he's the one who has suffered in the past. it feels incredibly selfish to yearn for him now, when you failed to love him the way he wanted in the past. at least you're self-aware.

and it all rang in your head, once more.

a girlfriend without the label, and without the same level of commitment is just an obsession, y/n.

he's the only thing i'm sure of in this life.

without a shadow of a doubt, you would never be done.

you remember thinking he was the moon that night, and that you'd never want to lose him by counting the stars.

this time, it is him who is losing the moon, counting the stars.

being known by him pains you.

he knew you so well. from the way the light made your eyes glow, to the chipped pedicure on your toes. he knew your ticks, what made you jump, which cheek you chewed on when you would feel anxious. he knew the tempo you tapped your foot to when you were impatient, and which foot it was that meant you were impatient. he knew how easily you swooned, for the smallest things, and how tender your emotions were. especially after fights with your parents.

he knew how to unravel you, to get you to bare your soul to him. he could get you to spill your beans by simply wrapping his arms around you, and letting his presence melt away at your coldness. he knew that just being there was enough for you, that just existing within your own existence was enough to make you break.

putting you back together was the hard part, but it wasn’t his job anymore. he slowly used to piece everything back together, checking edges and patterns, dents and slices of your problems being scattered everywhere. he was the only one who did it well, the only one who paid attention to detail. the only one who cared enough to even unravel you in the first place, even if for his own benefit.

seeing him do it for somebody else killed you inside.

if you had been sure of anything in this life, one of the few things, it was him.

but he did not want you anymore. if he did, to begin with, this time around. and that’s okay. you’ll be fine. you’ll be fine.

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

    This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.

“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”

“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”

“Is someone bothering you?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”

“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”

“And how long have you been doing that for?”

“Uh… a little over a week now.”

“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”

“Nope.”

“You know, what if those calls are important?”

“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”

“Maybe you should change your number.”

“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”

“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”

“Well, you know me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

    You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.

“You’re such a fucken bitch.”

    Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”

“That’s not solely for you to decide!”

“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”

“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”

“Does it sound like I am?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Leave. Before I call security.”

“We are not leaving until we talk.”

“We?”

    You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.

“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”

“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”

“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”

“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”

“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”

“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”

“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”

“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”

“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”

Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”

“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”

“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”

“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”

“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”

“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”

    Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.

    As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.

“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”

“Excuse me!”

“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”

“Fucken-”

    You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.

“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”

“Get off of me!”

“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”

“Ya!”

“Just do what you do best.”

    Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.

“What’s going on here!”

    Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.

“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”

“Hold on now, you can’t-”

“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”

    The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”

“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”

“Well I wasn’t lying.”

“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”

“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”

“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”

“Yeah…”

“You really are stupid.”

“Ya!”

“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”

“Are you... mad at me?”

“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”

“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“But you’re really done with them now?”

“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”

“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”

“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”

“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

    That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.

“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”

“I could use something sweet.”

    You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.

    Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.

“Just let it go.”

“How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”

“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”

“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”

“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”

“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

🖤

    You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.

“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”

    That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.

“Your mistake, right?”

“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”

“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”

“Huh?”

“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”

“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”

“So you’re not gonna pay me?”

“Fuck that.”

“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”

“What?”

    Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.

“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”

“You bitch!”

    Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.

“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”

“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”

“He started it!”

“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”

“I want that girl expelled.”

“That seems a little too-”

“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”

    The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.

“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”

“How-”

“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”

“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”

“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”

“Has he apologized for his actions?”

“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”

“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”

“I know those names…”

“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.”

“Excu-”

“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”

    You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”

“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”

“Go on then.”

“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”

“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”

“We never meant-”

“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”

“…”

“Good try, I guess.”

“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”

“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”

“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”

“I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”

“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”

“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”

“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”

“I see.”

“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”

“Do what?”

“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”

“What exactly are you suggesting here?”

“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”

    You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.

“Just until graduation?”

“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”

“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”

“You know my schedule too?”

“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”

“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”

“That works for us.”

🖤

    It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.

“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”

“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”

“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”

“Says the sugar baby.”

“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”

“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”

“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”

“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”

“You guys just wanna brag to my face.” 

“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”

“You think you deserve a reward?”

“Don’t I?”

“Hm… what did you have in mind?”

“I have been missing you a lot.”

“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”

“Huh?”

    Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.

“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”

You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”

“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”

“Fair.”

    Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.

    They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.

“Spring break?”

“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”

“Uh… well… the thing is…”

“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.

“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”

“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”

“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”

“Hm… switch it.”

“Huh?”

“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”

“How come?”

“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”

“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”

“Oh, wanna kick things off early?” 

“If you can handle it.”

“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”

“Can’t wait.”

    Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.

    The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor.  You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.

“Had a little too much?”

“I’m good…”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“You wanna throw up?”

“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”

“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“This week is all about bad ideas.”

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”

“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”

“Just fine.”

“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”

“Jellyfish!”

“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”

“Awesome!”

    Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.

    You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.

    As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.

“I don’t think you asked permission.”

“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”

“No?”

“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”

“Me?”

“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”

“I thought we-”

“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”

“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”

    Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.

“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”

“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”

“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”

    You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.

“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

    For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.

“Who’s first?”

“The eldest.”

    They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.

    Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.

    His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.

    You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.

“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”

“Let’s make it three.”

    Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.

“How’s that taste?”

    He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

“Whore.”

    Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.

“At a girl, still know who owns you.”

    You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.

“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”

“Yes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

    These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.

    You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.

    Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.

“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”

“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”

“But I’m not.”

“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”

“Obviously.”

    You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.

🖤

    You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun. 

    The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.

    Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.

    The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.

“Holy shit, I’m late.”

“What?”

“I was due like last week. Fuck.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“That’s not foolproof.”

“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”

“I don’t think I have before…”

“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”

“Don’t fucken jynx it!”

“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”

“I’m not a professional athlete.”

“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”

“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”

“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”

“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”

“Cool, see you later.”

    You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.

    To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.

“So, how did it go?”

“I passed… I’m graduating!”

“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”

“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”

“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”

“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”

“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”

“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”

“If we don’t rip it off you.”

“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”

“We can’t wait.”

    Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.

“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”

“The last dinner.”

“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”

“You better not cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”

    The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”

“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”

“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”

“That’d be awesome.”

“You better tell me immediately.”

“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”

    Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.

    You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.

“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”

“Us too.”

“So, what did you get me?”

“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”

“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

    There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.

“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”

“Surprise!”

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”

“I’m not… following…”

“You’re late, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”

“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”

“What… what are you…”

“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”

“What…”

“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”

“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”

“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”

“You planned this!”

“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”

“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”

“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”

“Shall we go confirm that?”

    You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.

“Positive…”

“Congratulations!!!”

    The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.

“It’s wrong… the test…”

“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”

“You… you…”

“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”

“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”

    You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.

“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”

“I am not having this baby!”

“That’s not up for debate.”

“It’s my body! And you fucken-”

“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”

“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”

“Let go!”

“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”

“No, no! Fucken let me go!”

“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”

“That’d be so cool.” 

“We’re gonna be dads!”

“I can’t wait!”

#nct #johnny #ten #jaehyun #yuta #jeno #suh youngho #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #jung jaehyun #nakamoto yuta #lee jeno #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct u #nct au #nct yandere #nct imagines #nct scenarios #i hope i didnt overdo it with this... #request

[sethrine-writes]

Unholy

Fandom: 14 Days With You

Pairing: Priest!Ren/[REDACTED] x F!Reader

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: RATED E, SPICY CONTENT, Not for children, Religious symbolism, dubious con/non-con, Priest!Ren/Incubus[REDACTED], Yandere

A/N: Absolutely huge shout-out to my lovely best friend, @monibunbun, for trusting me enough to write out her wonderful idea! I didn't really know much about 14 Days With You at first, but she showed me the vn and told me about this idea of hers that I just couldn't help but bring to fruition!

And she also drew a very nice, spicy piece to go with it! Look forward to that as you read.

@14dayswithyou

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“Are you attending Wednesday’s evening service?”

“Of course! That new Father Ren is just a delight to listen to!”

“Isn’t he? Such a lovely voice to recite the sermons, and such a kind soul.”

“Truly, he is a fine replacement for Father O’Canahan, bless him.”

“Have you heard how he’s doing on his mission?”

“I believe Father Ren had news-”

You zoned out of the conversation happening behind you as you paid for your groceries, a few necessities to refill your empty fridge. The cashier bade you a good evening and flashed a tired smile as you grabbed your bags and began your trek out of the store and to your parked car.

There had been a lot of talk recently about the new priest that had moved into your small hometown. From the talks of others, he was a gentle man, so kind to everyone who entered the church, and there were many new faces that found themselves flocking to the pews in a timely manner. He was said to have a gentle voice, calm and soothing to the ears, and his appearance was almost ethereal in nature, a sure reason why a portion of the younger men and women from the congregation found themselves coming back every Sunday for the holy word.

Father Ren.

When you heard about him, the first thing that came to mind was that he must have been foreign, considering his name and the way others had described him to you. It wasn’t but roughly a week later that you formally met him at your place of work, the town library, and he was every bit the wonder others had made him out to be.

It felt…off to you, but you couldn’t quite explain why.

Father Ren was just as kind and gentle as your next door neighbor had described, just as charming as the owner of the local barber shop had suggested when conversing with him in the non-fiction section. The priest’s smile was lovely, and his eyes were warm when he greeted you upon your first meeting, but even so, you found it incredibly odd to have such a person be so…perfect in almost every way.

“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service,” he told you one afternoon as he checked out a book, something on mythological applications in historic events, or something along those lines. It honestly didn’t seem like the type of book a priest would be interested in, but you weren’t sure what a priest should have been interested in, in the first place, besides the God he spoke for.

“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” you told him, moreso to not offend the priest with an outright no.

His smile didn’t falter, but it also didn’t feel as if it reached his eyes the way you had seen on others.

“Of course, there’s no obligation, though it’s always nice to have a new face join us for the good word. You have a blessed day.”

And that was that. There was no forceful word of God to smite you for not going, no reprimanding for not confessing your sins or renouncing your blasphemous ways and joining the congregation. He didn’t prattle on or bore you to death with scripture, he just gave a suggestion and, as people of the faith often did, blessed your day and went about his business.

It was refreshing, honestly, and though you couldn’t say you were the religious type, it was nice to have a priest who didn’t want to force you into the town’s religion when you were nothing close to a believer of things that felt almost supernatural in nature.

The nightmares that began to plague you, however, began to test what little faith you had.

You’re not sure when they started, the haunting dreams that were so vivid, they felt real in nature. It had to have been some time after the new priest came to town, some time after you met him, though at that moment, there was no reason for you to believe there was any correlation nor had it even crossed your mind.

They started relatively the same, your dreams, with you lazing in bed on the cusp of sleep, almost as if you hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet. For the first couple of dreams, there was a flicker of darkness, short and quick enough to believe it was nothing more than a flutter of your eyes. The darkness would manifest into something more solid, some days after, a shadow of a being that you could not fully make out, but could feel the presence of, all the same.

It frightened you terribly, enough that you would cower in your dream and curl yourself up to keep away from whatever it was that was in your line of sight.

The first night it fully manifested, it did nothing but watch you with unseen eyes, towering over you as you stared at its hazy visage in fear. You attempted to move away, crawl out of bed and make a hasty retreat, but whenever you opened a new door or turned the next corner, it would be there, watching you with deep interest.

The second night, it grew bolder and reached out to you with newly formed limbs, its hand touching your leg. You let out a horrified scream and pulled away, startled that it had attempted more than just follow you around and stare. Just like the first night of its full manifestation, neither your fear nor you moving away deterred it from reaching out again and full on grabbing your ankle, yanking you closer even as you kicked and struggled in its hold. For the remainder of that dream, it continued to pull you closer by your ankle, your leg, petting over your skin as you shook in its hold.

The night after, it continued to touch you, though it wasted no time in bringing you much closer and holding you to its body of darkness, squeezing you to it no matter how much you struggled to get away.

For every night following, the figure in your dreams became bolder, more assertive, even more real. Its hands touched you everywhere, and its mouth, unseen by your eyes, began to make itself known to you. It pressed to your skin in what you could only assume were some form of kisses, small presses of unseen lips that became more firm and more demanding as time passed. Before long, you could feel teeth, and despite your screams and cries for it to stop, you could sense the satisfaction that came from the creature that haunted your very dreamscape with each nibbling bite against your skin.

Each morning you woke up, it was an instant relief, though as the dreams began to feel more and more real, the more you began to feel drained of energy and paranoid beyond belief. Your paranoia heightened when one morning, as you were getting ready for work, you found marks along your neck. They were faint the first time you noticed them, almost shadows of bruises from an unknown source. Within another three days, there were far more marks, purpled and properly bruised and right in the areas you remembered the dream entity had bitten.

There was no way…there was absolutely no way that was possible, and yet the proof was there, staining your skin for the whole world to see. You, obviously, tried to rationalize it; maybe it was actually a rash, or maybe, somehow, you were marking yourself in your sleep, clawing at your flesh as the nightmares continued to plague you.

Surely, you were losing it.

If you were to tell anyone of what you were experiencing, they would think you were crazy. Dreams couldn’t hurt you, they weren’t even real. Dreams weren’t supposed to cause damage, at least not physically, but there was no other explanation as to why you were marked up like some harlot from a bad romance novel.

For a while, you kept your nightly troubles to yourself, waking every morning just a bit more tired, just a bit more paranoid, just a bit more sore. You would hide the bruises and marks with make-up, turtle-necks, and scarves, only thankful that it didn’t seem out of place in the cooler weather of the mid-autumnal season. You went to work, did your job with tired smiles and helpful words, and you went home to repeat the same process over again, sometimes staying up as late as possible before your body couldn’t handle being awake any longer.

As you continued to struggle with whatever it was that haunted you, and you were almost certain at this point that, yes, you must have been haunted for anything to make sense, you began to notice Father Ren around a lot more.

You blamed it on your problems, on the ingrained religion of your childhood that had you seeing the priest as a potential light in darkness, an unknown guide standing at a distance from your sea of woes.

He was everywhere; at the library, the supermarket, paying a visit down the street to the twins that caused trouble for old Mrs. Kurthan…it was as if he was everywhere you looked, a beacon, an answer to ungiven prayers.

When he saw you, and most times he did, Father Ren would give you that warm, reassuring smile of his, always gentle, never reaching his eyes. He was doing it at that moment, his gaze having caught your own as you passed by the congregation having just finished their morning at the church, his bright eyes shining amongst his tired-looking flock.

Just like every time before, you smiled back and went on your way, always a little more hurried, always missing the way his eyes lingered on your retreating form.

That night, your unending nightmare changed once more, the evolution of the creature that haunted you only giving it more power, more ways to torture your dreamscape. It touched you and grabbed at you, hands reaching beneath your night shirt despite your whimpered protests. You expected to feel its unseen mouth on you at any moment, but when you didn’t, you opened your eyes only to find what you never wanted to see.

A smiling mouth, eager and pleased. Teeth, so many teeth, sharp and gleaming in the light of your faux room. That very mouth morphed even higher in its grin, startling and frightening and thrilled at your attention.

It opened next, and what left it was a garbled mess of sounds, at first, nothing that made sense and only fueled your want to get away even more.

It was like that for many nights following, the creature garbling out words and phrases that you could not make out. It was talking, but it was not making sense. It was reverent as it spoke against your skin, yet it only led to you trembling in fear.

Then, one night, the figure spoke as it had been doing, only you were finally able to make out words amongst the baritone, garbled ramble that it had been using before.

“Angel,” it spoke, its timbre deep and rumbling and almost too loud, “Angel, soft.”

You screamed in fear, and it laughed, amused and delighted as it began to bite at your skin as it did every night before. Its hands felt more present, more insistent as they pulled and pinched and prodded at your chest, your stomach, your thighs. All the while, it spoke to you, each distorted sound vibrating every nerve in your body as it repeated one word like a mantra.

“Angel, Angel, Angel…”

Waking up from that dream, paranoia was not what greeted you. It was fear, fear of knowing that, now, your nightmare had a voice, and it was only becoming more real, even harder to ignore.

So, while you were at work, you began to research. How fortunate it was that you worked in a library with unlimited access to all the books there, and you made good use of that in your ample downtime between all your other duties. Anything that dealt with ghosts and hauntings and possible possessions found its way within your hands, eyes unbearably tired but incredibly wide as you took in the information and even wrote down notes and probable ways to help get rid of whatever was causing the creature to latch on to you.

There were multiple home remedies you tried that could possibly ease you into lighter sleep, resting without having to dream, but they did nothing. You were damn near on the cusp of doing witchcraft with some sort of incantations and drawing sigils that were meant to ward off evil things, spirits and fae and goblins and demons, all allegedly, but nothing was working.

Your breaking point came with the most vivid dream to date.

The creature was not present, at first, when you fell asleep, and it was almost scarier not knowing where it had gone than having it all over you. You made to stand in the endless void that was your faux bedroom, stepping away slightly from the bed and walking into the darkness. A few steps farther, and you were able to make out a door, illuminated by an unknown light. For a long minute, you stared at the painted hardwood, unsure if you should move closer and find out what was on the other side.

It seemed your choice would be made for you, however, as a deep chuckle echoed all around the endless blackness before the sound focused acutely from behind you.

You turned, knowing what you would find, yet becoming surprised once more at the being standing there a short distance away.

Long black hair faded out into light pink ends, framing a tall, lithe body painted in meager swathes of black leather and gold trinkets, pale skin swirled with faint black markings only seeming more lustrous against the darkness. Something moved from behind him, a swaying motion that paused just to the side of his silhouette, and it took you a moment to register that it was a tail, of all things. Just as strange were the pair of what looked to be horns protruding from his head, curling up and standing tall from his forehead, though one appeared to be broken at the tip.

The man -was it really a man?- held a beaming smile, icy eyes staring straight through you with purpose.

“My darling Angel,” he spoke clearly, his smile endearing at seeing you there, “oh, how I’ve waited to come to you properly.”

You could not find your voice; in fact, you couldn’t think of anything to say at all. You were stunned more than anything, trying to process what you were seeing before you, what you were hearing from the being. Truly, the creature before you was stunning, ethereal in a way. His voice was soothing despite the edge it held, and his features were so incredibly attractive that even the blind would notice.

Then, all at once, your fight or flight kicked in, and the fear you had grown used to had hit you full force. You took a step back, eyes wide, and the being before you stepped forward to compensate for the motion.

“I’ve been waiting all this time,” he continued, “all this time, just for you. I must admit, I hadn’t realized I had found such a gem, not at first. There were so many prospects, so many delicious outcomes, but none could even compare to you.”

He took another step forward, then another, and your body finally moved with the impending danger coming closer.

You made a mad dash for the illuminated door, fingers almost slipping against the cool brass of the doorknob as you clasped it and tried desperately to push it open. It finally gave way, but just as the door cracked open, it was yanked shut again by your own hands, a scream leaving you as the long arms snaking around your middle pulled you away from what felt like your only escape.

"Now, Angel, don't you think it's been long enough? There's no need to make me chase you any longer."

Whimpering, you struggled in the creature's hold, shuddering at the long, inhuman tongue that slithered its way against the side of your neck. As if pleased, the being practically purred against you, or growled, some sort of sound that rumbled against its chest in a pleased way.

You had to find a way to escape.

"L-let me go," you mumbled out, trying to find your voice amongst your fear. "P-please, just…just let me go!"

"Oh? Of course, Angel, but only for a moment," the creature teased, and you found yourself being spun around quickly and shoved backwards, falling for longer than you should have before landing on the softness of your mattress.

You barely had time to process how you even made it back to the bed before the creature was on you, legs straddling your hips as it leaned over your prone form. Immediately, you lashed out, but your wrists were caught just as quickly, though not by his hands, of which were leisurely sliding their way up your shirt. A quick glance found something black and mobile sliding around your wrists.

His tail.

Your struggle continued, though it didn't seem as if the lithe appendage would budge unless its owner wanted it to. Said owner was cooing things at you, things meant to be affirming and full of praise, but his words left you feeling numb, your mind not wanting to process the vile things being said.

"My darling, my Angel, you're so soft, so scrumptious against my fingers and my tongue. I can't wait to taste you properly, this time. I can't wait to fuck you and indulge in all your delicous sounds."

"S-stop! Get off of m-me, leave me alone! I don't want any of this!"

"But you do," the creature insisted, slotting his hips to fit against yours smoothly and grinding down, forcing a gasp from you. It was obvious how much he was already enjoying himself; you could feel how hard he was, how eagerly he was responding to having you beneath him with little else to rile him up.

"You respond so perfectly to me,' he crooned, "so much better than anyone else. I could feast on you forever, truly!"

You didn't understand what he meant by that, nor did you really want to. For weeks, he had been haunting your dreams as nothing but a shadow, but now he was as real as he could be, and you were nothing short of terrified over what he could possibly do…what he had already told you he would do.

Once again, you struggled in your binds, twisting and turning and kicking out in an attempt to dislodge the creature from your form. It almost seemed effective, as the body above you swayed and almost fell to the side. The tail binding your wrists suddenly tightened, however, and you immediately winced and halted your movements to lessen the hold it had on you. It didn't hurt, not really, but there was potential there, and you worried it would be used against you.

"That won't do," your captor proclaimed, voice eerily calm and just on the side of concerned. "I don't want to hurt you, darling! It's not how I want to bring you pleasure, though if you ask nicely, I can definitely make arrangements."

He righted himself above you, leaning down incredibly close as his tail loosened its hold, allowing you only a moment of comfort before it was taken away with a kiss you couldn't pull away from.

"Look at me, Angel. Look into my eyes."

Immediately, you looked away, avoiding the iridescent gaze that hadn't left you once. Clawed fingers gripped at your chin, forcing you to turn back to face him, but you immediately closed your eyes, not giving the creature the satisfaction.

"LoOk aT mE!"

His voice had distorted and deepened, echoing loudly all around but just a whisper against your lips. Your eyes opened automatically, afraid all over again of what he could do to you if you did not comply. You didn't know he wouldn't hurt you, that he was incapable of doing so unless you told him to. He wanted your pleasure, not your pain, but how could you possibly know that when his very existence within your sleep had caused you nothing but dread for months?

Reluctantly, you met his gaze, the impossible depths of incredibly light blue shimmering within pools of blackness and distorting everything around you until it was the only thing you could fathom. Your body began to relax despite your still present fear, your mind becoming hazy and far less aware of anything but his presence. What fight you had in you dissipated, and even though you would much rather be anywhere but in your dreamscape, you were the calmest you had been in what felt like months.

"Tell me your inner desires, darling. Let me make them come true. Let me give you unimaginable ecstacy. Won't you let me have all of you?"

Your immediate thought was to deny him, just as you had been doing the entire time, but an even deeper part of you, a part you had not even given thought to, wanted whatever the creature above you was offering. It made absolutely no sense, but the more you lingered on the thought, the more it grew in your mind, so much so that, for a moment, it was the only thing you wanted. Giving in would be easy; giving in would be pure rapture.

Unable to stop yourself, you began to nod, agreeing to what you had been asked. You felt the creature smile against your lips, pressing forward to leave behind a light, lingering kiss.

"There, isn't that better?" he questioned, his smile creeping into something a tad more lecherous, a tad more sinister as he pulled back to gaze at you better. "You just sit back and relax, Angel, and let me do all the work. All I ask is that you give me every little piece of you, and I will give you pleasures you've never known."

The creature -no, the demon, because what else could such a being possibly be?- made good on all his sweetly spoken, sickening promises, and you were left at his damning mercy. Unable to lash out, you were made to take what he gave you and enjoy what you, at first, didn't want, but what your body gave into readily.

He touched you with reverence, devoted his palms and fingertips to the softness of your skin as he undressed you, possessive of every flaw and perfection. He tasted with lips and teeth and tongue, leaving nothing unsoiled by his want to pleasure and devour and caress.

His tongue was a wicked thing, sliding against your flesh and raising goosebumps along your body as he made his way lower and lower. He was between your legs in no time, tasting you as he said he would, praising the wanton sounds leaving your lips with pretty words and sharp, golden nails digging into your thighs, the pinpricks doing nothing but heightening the sensations.

How long he pleasured you this way, you were uncertain. It felt like hours he remained there despite your cries to stop as you grew too sensitive at his touch. When he finally did give you a moment's reprieve, you were greeted with that damned silver-blue gaze, wide and wanting, face wet and gleaming from your unwanted desire.

"Angel, you taste like heaven," he praised with a moan, sliding up your body to kiss you.

You could do nothing but accept everything he was doing, your sounds positive, your tears an unfortunate acceptance.

Easily, your body welcomed him, the mess he had made of your warmth allowing him to slide in with one smooth thrust. He shuddered above you as you made a small, breathy sound, eyes closing as the creature actually had the decency to give you a moment to adjust.

In all honesty, you wanted him out of you immediately; in all honesty, you wanted even more.

“Divine…absolutely divine!”

His words were nearly a moan, his hips slow to move, but picking up pace quickly. You were quiet, at first, biting at your bottom lip to keep from letting out any sounds, to keep from letting the creature know that you were enjoying it far more than you wanted to. Your silence only seemed to spur him on, however, as he shifted your positions slightly and had your legs over his shoulders.

The new angle forced a whine from your lips, each thrust hitting something within you that had all your nerves lighting up. You could feel every movement sending sparks down your spine, could feel the heat and the girth of the creature spearing into you with vigor and excitement. With that one sound escaping, you were unable to hold back any longer, giving in to the pleasure that wracked your body and letting out moans and keens and cries.

“Hah…yes, let me hear you, Angel! Let me feast on your rapture!”

You were pushed and pulled into several positions, barely aware of much else besides the cock moving in and out of you. At some point, the tail that had been wrapped around your wrists had unwound itself and made use in other places - wrapping around your waist to pull you into every thrust, twisting around an ankle, and even finding its way within your mouth, practically choking you with its curious nature.

You felt no pain, only unadulterated pleasure, absolute ecstasy everywhere you were being touched.

Delirious, you were only mildly aware of your begging for more, begging to stop, your cries of sensitivity and your screams of delight. The creature practically surrounding you in every sense answered in full, thrusting harder and faster with each new position, exclaiming with your shouts and pleas.

He was close; you were sure of it. The way his claws dug deeply into your sides, the rough smack of his hips against your own, and the teeth nibbling sharply against your shoulder were all solid indications. You had already come twice, a third and hopefully final time just out of reach. Just a little more…just a little longer…

The creature reached between your legs, fingers slick, insistent, and you were screaming to the heavens as your body tensed and trembled almost violently. Your fingers were in his hair, one hand finding purchase against a twisting horn, pulling as you convulsed around him. With a delighted snarl, he bit into the side of your neck, his thrusts slowing as liquid heat filled you deep within. 

It was quiet for a long time after, save for your harsh breaths as well as the lilting, gentle endearments from the creature lying atop you. Clawed hands brushed over your sweaty skin, creating goosebumps in their wake.

“You are absolute perfection. A delicious temptation, and all for me to devour every night.”

He sat up, exposing you to the coolness of the void around you. All too quickly, you were coming back to your senses, a feeling of shame making itself known. You had given in, despite your want for the creature to leave you alone, and now all you felt was ashamed and sick to your stomach.

The creature moved back further, pulling out with a groan and looking to where you were previously joined. You tried closing your knees together, but he was faster, prying your legs apart and gazing at the mess he had left behind. Embarrassment had you weakly fighting back, but it was all for nothing.

Faintly, you were aware that something in your mind was shifting, that your sight was becoming almost hazy, and the creature’s words ringing in your ears almost coming to you muffled.

“Oh, yes, no one else could ever compare. You are all mine, Angel. I can’t wait to have you again.”

Without warning, you found yourself shooting up in your bed with a gasp, eyes wide and full of tears. It was really your room, the walls decorated just as you always had them, lit by the light you had kept on in an attempt to keep yourself awake. The waking world that greeted you was the same as it had always been, but you felt a stranger in your own space.

You looked down at your shaking hands, reaching for the comforter and throwing it off of your body with a flourish.

You were still clothed, yet your skin was littered with marks, red lines and shadowed bruises. Shifting out of bed was a little more difficult than normal, as you were far more sore than you should have been, and when you stood, your legs wobbled beneath your weight. It was as you steadied yourself that you felt it, the undeniable existence of slick wetness between your thighs, and your blood ran cold.

How could that even be possible? How the hell was that…that thing able to do such a thing outside of your dream?

An even worse thought entered your mind:  what if your dream hadn’t actually been a dream, but a delusion of reality morphed by the very creature that was haunting them?

With that lone thought, you finally broke down and began sobbing, terrified and at your wit’s end. Nothing you had done had warded off the creature, and there was seemingly nothing else you could do. 

Was there anything or anyone that would be able to help you at all?

“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service.”

Your mind suddenly conjured up the image of the new priest, Father Ren, and his gentle, comforting voice. He had been so kind, so understanding despite your blatant disinterest in joining the church. He would have no judgments, no reason to fault you or turn you away.

With a newfound hope, you checked your bedside clock, wincing at the extremely early hour.

Surely, if you sought him out, he would be unbothered, especially if you were in as much trouble as you currently were in.

Surely, if you asked for his help, he would be more than happy to lend a hand.

Determination began coursing through your veins as you stumbled your way into the bathroom, doing your best to clean yourself up and calm yourself down. You ignored the mirror, did your best to not glance at the horrible bite mark imprinted in your neck as you quickly dressed and ran out the door.

The church was just down the block from your home, thankfully, the doors always open to those of the public who sought refuge and forgiveness. You practically ran the whole way despite the soreness in your muscles, mind only on wanting to find Father Ren, despite how early it was.

The sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon, and it was highly unlikely that you would find the priest awake at such a time. Still, if you stayed within the church, maybe the creature wouldn’t try to reach you in such a holy place.

Gasping for breath, you practically threw yourself through the entrance of the church, back pressing against the door as you closed it behind you and gulped in air. Already, you felt a little better within the church entryway, the gentle lighting setting the atmosphere in a peaceful tonel. Around you were glass panes depicting holy figures in colorful, abstract hues, and down the long walkway lined with pews that led to the podium, a giant cross made of dark wood stood at attention, a looming symbol of the faith many people flocked to.

“Oh my! I thought I heard something. To what do I owe such an early visit?”

You turned abruptly at the voice, surprised to find the very one you had been looking for.

“F-Father Ren!”

He stepped closer, clothed in his robes and looking every bit as perfect as he always did. His hair was twisted in a braid to the side, and his gentle, light blue eyes were downcast ever so slightly. There was a small smile on his face, his full attention solely on you.

“You seem troubled,” he commented, words carefully prying. You had to keep yourself from breaking down all over again, despite knowing you would have to tell him of your horrible problem.

“I…I am,” you stuttered out, swallowing heavily. “I…I’m so sorry, Father Ren, I didn’t want to bother you at this time-”

“Think nothing of it,” he immediately interjected, waving a hand up as if to dissipate the thought. “What seems to be troubling you?”

“I think there’s something…following me, in my dreams,” you began slowly, biting at your lip. “I know it sounds so stupid, so silly, but it’s haunting me, and I…I don’t know what to do! I’ve tried everything, but…but nothing’s working, and it…it leaves marks on me.”

You pulled down your collar slightly, showing off the purpling bruises and imprints of teeth. Father Ren’s eyes widened as he moved closer to study the marks further; you mistook the action as shock and shied away somewhat. The priest understood and took a step back, giving a single nod in affirmation.

“I see. I’m glad you feel comfortable coming to me for such a matter.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you admitted, defeated and mildly embarrassed to express he had been your last resort. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it, his smile once again finding its way to his lovely face. It reached his eyes, unlike any other time you had seen it, and though it was genuine, it didn’t bring you as much comfort as you thought it should have.

“You have nothing to worry about, now,” he assured, his voice gentle but his words feeling stiff, almost practiced. His eyes, so incredibly light in color, almost seemed to shimmer in the holy glow of the church, though instead of the clarity you thought you found in them, they only held unknown deceit.

You had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and what you had mistaken for a beacon of safety had turned out to be the bait leading you to being devoured.“I will be your sanctuary in your time of need. After all, I’ve waited all this time…all this time, just for you.”

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #ren/redacted x reader #ren/redacted x female reader #spicy stuff

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT. 19 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: AHHH babes, we're done with the story!! Thank you all so much for taking the time to read something I put a lot of time and energy into. Hopefully this story met your expectations when you first started reading! It's going to be weird to be done with this story, but don't worry! My (VVD, other Liverpool players as well) requests are definitely open. Please don't hesitate and send me a request if you want. Again thank you so much for reading. Love you all and stay healthy! <3

W/C: 2.878

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

"It is weird, especially since we worked together for three almost four years on the same team." I say, my arms crossed in front of me as I talk to Ten Hag.

He'd pulled me aside after the match, hugging me warmly after noticing me walk back from the team's changing room.

Liverpool had just drawn against Manchester United, a underwhelming game after all of us had grown confidence about winning easily. That was the thing about football, it could go any way- no matter how much you train and prepare.

"We could work together again, if you accept my offer." He says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I laugh, raising my brows at the sudden comment.

"You know my salary has gotten much higher than when I was at Ajax!" I joke, smile on my face as he laughs.

I could only decline his offer with a joke. In the past when I got a job offer by a rival team than of the one I worked for I didn't really care about the rivalry. It was just work to me. Yes, of course I grew close to players and staff, but it wasn't a factor which I let affect my career choices.

But Liverpool FC was different, nothing close to the bonds I formed in my former work environments. It was a community, a family even. The relationships I had with the players and staff were incomparable to what I had experienced in the past. Adding to this, I didn't really like the vibe the team gave, especially certain players.

So joining a rival team- Manchester United was definitely a 'no' for me.

"If it's you and your expertise- I could easily make sure you'd join our physio team and be paid handsomely."

"Very flattering, but I think-especially now, I'm very happy with my choice."

"Stubborn as always, makes me remember when you insisted the injury time of players could be shortened if we went by your methods."

"I was right every single time though!"

"That's why I'm not going to push this any further. I'm sure you have a good reason."

I feel a sudden presence behind me, turning my head to meet Virgil who had just walked out of the press corner. His expression looking a bit irritated.

"There's our Dutch captain!" Ten Hag exclaims, the men giving each other a handshake and hug.

"Needed to hear what you're convincing my girlfriend to do." He jokes, pearly teeth showing as he smiles.

"Right, my wife told me about you two, you two fit together very well." He compliments, pointing to us.

"Oh how's Bianca? I miss gossiping with her." I say, asking about his wife.

"She's alright, adjusting to life in Manchester still. You know those two didn't stop talking from the second they saw each other until they left each others side." He says to Virgil. 

"Being a baby physio was boring at times!" I shrug, defending myself. Feeling Virgil's arms wrap around my shoulder as he chuckles.

The conversation ends a couple minutes later, Virgil and me getting in my car.

"What did he talk to you about?" He asks as I start the car.

"Old times, tried to convince me to join his team." I laugh, grinning at the thought.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, but I denied. I don't like some of their players- give me weird vibes." I say, glancing at his confused expression.

"You know who I'm talking about, the punchable looking one, he looks like a super villain." I add, focusing on the road.

"The one with the abuse allegations- Antony, like why haven't they thrown the fucker out yet?" I say, voicing my dislike as my grip on the steering wheel gets tighter.

"Isn't a very easy process, but it's definitely overdue." He says, his hand on my thigh as if to calm me down.

"Exactly.."

I reread my sleepily written e-mail to my lawyer for the hundredth time it feels like. Adding a comma here and there as I feel like my screen is fogging and blurring up. I had finally requested a restraining order against the man who broke into my home, the police finally starting to finalize the charges against him at my request.

He'd thankfully confessed about being ordered by Theo to break in. For now, I could only get a restraining order against the intruder, as getting one for Theo wasn't actually possible due to us living in different countries. I was satisfied as long as he could be charged in any way possible. Then I could finally be at peace.

I finally press the 'send' button, sighing as I lean my head back against the bus seat. Alerting Virgil of my annoyance. We'd been returning from the match against Burnley, the last before some time off until the new year.

He grabs my phone out of my hand, shaking his head at my protest. His hand coming to rest on my jaw, and I look at him, trying to make out his expression in the dim lights of the bus.

"Sleep, you've been up since six this morning. It's like nine thirty." He whispered, taking note of the fact that half of the players had already passed out. Journeys on the bus made everyone sleepy, whether it was being tired after an intense match, or the fact that the bus rocked just enough to make you fall asleep.

I feel him guide my head onto his shoulder, his arms wrapping around me as a content sigh leaves his lips. I don't protest, letting my body relax as my eyes grow heavy. Fatigue washing over me as I slip into a peaceful sleep. The last I remember being the feeling of soft kisses on the top of my head.

I’m nudged awake maybe an hour or two later, feeling confused and disoriented as I open my eyes. I'm not in the team bus anymore, but in Virgil's car. My eyes darting around to see that we were parked the driveway of his home.

"What? Where- how did I get here?" I ask, my eyes moving from Virgil's form to the windows. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, not even caring about smudging all my mascara anymore. Probably because it was already smudged.

"I carried you out of the bus into my car, your bag is in the backseat." He says nonchalantly, shrugging as he pulls the keys out of the ignition.

"Seriously? You couldn't wake me up? Instead, you put on a show?" I ask, closing my eyes as I cringe, imaging the situation.

"You sleep like the dead my love." He says, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my forehead before stepping out of the car. I sigh, unbuckling myself before I watch him open my door. Then he goes to collect our bags from the backseat.

"Come on, let's go inside." He ushers, making me step out of the car. I follow him, punching in his code before we both step into the home. I immediately make a beeline to the sofa, throwing myself onto it. A sigh leaving my mouth as I shift to get comfortable, grabbing the cushions to rest my head on them.

"Hey, get up if you sleep again you'll stay awake all night. Your sleep schedule is going get messed up." Virgil says, coming to shake me awake, making me groan in protest.

"I'm just resting my eyes.." I mumble, knowing damn well I'd already be fully asleep if he didn't shake me.

"That's what you say every time, then you fall asleep." He accuses, making me sit up straight.

"Did you pack your suitcase already?" He adds, sitting next to me.

"Of course- but say, do you have any space left in your suitcase?" I ask, my eyes snapping open.

"I do, why? Is yours full- did you exceed the weight limit? We have like 32 kilograms of allowance, are you serious?" He asks, looking at me shocked.

"You see, heels are pretty heavy and you definitely won't bring 32 kilograms right?" I begin, grinning sheepishly at him before he grabs me, shaking me playfully.

"Alright, you can give me some of your stuff."

"Is this good? You don't want it to be too tight on your head." Virgil asks, his hands adjusting the buckle of my pink helmet as I hold his gloves in my hand and support both of the snowboards with my arm.

I raise my hand, fidgeting with the buckle myself, before look at him with a smile.

"Feels alright, here." I say, handing him the gloves. Watching him put them on, my eyes flickering over the white piste. Since we'd wrapped up the last game of 2023, and finished top of the table. The both of us decided to go on a little ski resort trip in eastern France.

"Ready?" He asks, looking at me as he grabs his board.

I nod, starting to follow him.

"Will you help me get up when I fall?"

He looks at me, my reflection starting back at me through his goggles.

"I thought you were a pro?" He asks, showing me his heart-throbbing smile.

"I have experience but not a pro. Last time I skied or snowboarded- I was like twenty-two." I defended myself, jogging slightly to catch up with him.

He hums, starting to look ahead as we walk up to the ski lift.

"Hey, staying close to me will also minimize your change of getting injured." I add.

"Why? Are you the injury prevention whisperer?"

"No, but I can heal them.."

"I can still feel my legs burn. I forgot how much it hurts.." I complain, jumping into the hotel room bed after showering and pulling the blanket on my body. At least dinner was insanely delicious.

"I'm actually freezing." I say, the iron supplements I was prescribed didn't work at all. Definitely because, when I took them in the morning, I'd throw them up an hour later. I had to revisit the doctor for a lower dosage when we got back.

"Getting in bed already?" Virgil asks, turning on the heating before walking up to me.

I yawn as if on cue, lying on my stomach as I feel the bed dip, making me shift towards him. Bringing my hand up to the side of his face. I caress his cheekbone, my cheek squished against the fluffy pillow.

"You had fun right?" He asks, pulling me closer.

"I did, well after the third time I fell on my ass.." I joke, soft chuckle leaving my lips as I trace the top of his lips with my thumb.

"You'll like it more tomorrow, since you got used to the feeling again." He replies, the collar of shirt moving as he shifts, revealing his collarbone.

I don't respond, my thumb hovering over his lip as my eyes flicker to his, the silence of the night surrounding us.

My heart thumps in my chest, eyes roaming on his features as my palm rests on his jaw.

"You know babe-" he begins, making me return my attention back to eyes. Raising my eyebrows slightly as if to urge him to continue.

"-everything you said could be understood as an innuendo."

My face forms to that of disbelief, recalling my words before groaning in annoyance.

"Why- would you ruin the moment like this?" I exclaim, honestly trying hard to contain a laugh, starting to get up, trying to remove my hand off his jaw, but he grabs my wrist again.

He pulls me closer my chest hitting his, placing my hand back on his jaw, peppering soft kisses on my palm as he murmurs soft apologies.

"I had to say it." He chuckles, his hand still holding onto my wrist. His chest vibrating against mine.

A sudden blasting of my ringtone makes me jump slightly, a gasp leaving my lips as my eyes widen.

"Scared the crap out of me.."

I try to get up, remembering I left it on the sofa, but I'm pulled back again. My wrist still in his hold, though not being painful.

"Stay, get it later.." He whispers lowly, voice deeper as he stares it my eyes. I lower my hand, tracing his jawline, hearing him take in a rushed breath. I ghost my fingers on his skin, trailing my hand down to his collarbone before tracing it.

His grip suddenly returns to my wrist, guiding my hand onto his chest, right on top of his heart. The quick heartbeat thumping underneath my palm.

"You're making it hard to resist- you know that?"

"Open the link I sent you? Right now!" Jul shouts through my phone speaker, making me frown in curiosity as I click the link. It taking me to a news article.

"Dutch Billionaire family caught in fraud and embezzlement scheme."

"What the fuck!" I exclaim, my eyes roaming around the article to understand what had happened. Freezing as I see a picture of Theo handcuffed as multiple police officers escort him.

I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline flow through me. I sit up straight from the sofa, unfolding my legs. Blinking at the screen in front of me.

This is was all I needed.

"Would laughing at this be inappropriate?" I ask Jul, switching to FaceTime again as a laugh threatens to fall from my lip.

"Laugh all you want girl, this is the karma you wished for."

"If I was back home in The Netherlands I'd be lighting fireworks with the teenagers of my neighborhood." I laugh, taking a sip of my drink.

It was New Year's Eve, Virgil and me going out to celebrate with the other teammates. Monet and her boyfriend also flying over to celebrate with us. We weren't drinking at all. Or at least Virgil and the rest of the players. Me deciding to not drink for moral support. Drinking did not bring the fun, however company did and it was great. Besides, the ice-cold virgin mojito with Red Bull I was drinking was enough to keep me up all night.

I feel Virgil's hold on my waist tighten, his lips on my shoulder as we both sway to the music in the club.

"This is better though.."

I remove his hands from my waist, turning and facing him as I wrap my arms around his neck instead.

"You know, new years isn't usually a happy time for me. I used to get so sad when the clock ticked twelve, like it made me emotional. I regretted every single thing I did that year. But this time it feels different.." I confess, running my fingers up and down his nape as he kisses my cheek.

"In a good way?" He asks, his thumb holding up my chin.

"Yeah, I feel good. I think I'm finally feeling positive of the year I had. It was definitely rough at times, and you've been amazing support, but I think the changes I've made lead me to the best outcome of my life."

"That is?"

"Moving here, to Liverpool. Joining the club, meeting you.."

"Yeah, I'm a part of that 'best outcome'?"

"Of course you are. I've never said it directly, but you've been the best companion I've made this year. So really, thank you for everything..." I continue, the sweet words falling off my tongue in a delicate manner.

I watch a smug expression form on his face, but his brown eyes are sweet, like dark molasses.

"Could say the exact same thing about you my love. You've been the best doctor, lover and support. Everything I could have ever dreamed of. You're amazing in every single way, I can't even begin to count all the times you've motivated to keep me going." He tells me, his other hand on the small of my back as he leans in to kiss me.

"So sweet." I mumble in between kisses, pulling him closer by his collar. The sudden shout of everybody starting to count from ten making me pull away as I admire the lights flashing. I grab onto Virgil's bigger hand, squeezing it as we all start counting down.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

I hold my breath for a moment, feeling Virgil's hand on my jaw as he pulls me in. Our lips crashing together, the cheering of "happy new year!" loud and clear as our eyes flutter shut. The taste addicting as I reach up to hold onto his bicep. We get lost in the moment, not even pulling away to breathe as we lose ourselves in the sensation.

"Happy New Year, my love."

No, this would be my fresh start.

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[hunterssm00n]

Ready or Not

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing.

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." | Ghostface/OC |

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*cw includes explicit sexual content, unspecified male Ghostface, dirty talk, dub-con, stalking, breaking and entering, criminal behavior, explicit language, praise kink, serial killer behavior, and voice kink*

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Ready or not / here I come / you can't hide / I'm gonna find you...

It always begins the same, doesn't it? Young, cute woman, home alone, watching a scary movie and making a snack...

When suddenly, out of nowhere, the phone rings.

It's after eight - who could be calling at such an hour?

The number doesn't come up on caller ID; the name reads unknown. Could it be any more ominous?

It rings, and rings, and ri-

"You could just, like, not answer," Kailey said out loud to herself, shaking her head of long, dark hair at the TV screen for what seemed like the fiftieth time. The young woman on the screen paid her no mind - the dumb bitch never did - as she tearfully answered the phone once again to plead with the killer to leave her alone; to please stop calling. Kailey sighed, taking a sip of her vanilla Coke as she leaned back on the couch. She'd seen this movie about a hundred times, and she still was amazed at how dumb some of the characters were. The outcome was always the same, no matter how much she tried to warn them to Don't answer it! Look behind you! For fuck's sake, don't hide under the bed! And no matter how many times she knew she was just talking aloud to an empty room and her TV screen, she still continued to do it.

Regardless of her annoyance about the unwise decisions some people make during horror movies, she genuinely loved watching them. Her friends and family thought it was weird that she enjoyed horror movies so much, but she didn't really care what other people thought of her. Movies were her escape, and she always felt at peace when watching her favorites. 

The young woman on the screen was now running away from her patio window after a chair had been thrown through it, her tear streaked face pulled into a grimace as she ran wildly down the hallway away from the killer. Kailey found herself wondering, not for the first time, what she would do in that situation. Would she hang up and call the police? Hide? Escape the house? Honestly, she liked to think that she'd grab the biggest fucking knife she could find in the cupboard and stand her ground. Though she was slim and athletic, and barely reached five foot six, she knew she could put up a fight if she needed to. But maybe escaping the house and running to her car would be the safest, smartest option. Who knew, though. Thinking about it didn't harm anyone, though; one couldn't be too prepared. But one definitely could be unprepared. 

She was taking another sip of her Coke when her phone rang suddenly, scaring the daylights out of her and nearly making her drop the can and spill the addictive, sugary liquid all over the place. Wiping her mouth, heart pounding in her chest from the suddenness of it, she laughed to herself at the irony of the situation: here she was, watching a scary movie, alone in her home at night, and then, dun dun dunnn, her own phone rings in real life. Rolling her eyes, Kailey said out loud, "Ooh, spooky," and made a mental note to not answer the phone. But the more it rang, the more she wondered if maybe she should. If someone was calling her landline at eight fourteen at night, it could be important. Her cell was charging in the other room- maybe whoever it was had tried to reach her on there first, and when she didn't pick up, they called her home phone. Ugh, it better not be work. She decided to just let it go to voicemail- if it was something emergent, she would pick up... unless it was work. Then she would pretend she had fallen asleep early. 

Her plan failed, however, when she heard the telltale beeping of the answering machine that signaled the mailbox was full. "Shit." she muttered, leaning over the arm of the couch to look at the grey and black box, as though willing for it to share its secrets with her. It didn't help that her landline didn't have caller ID like most people's did- it was older, but since it still worked, she couldn't justify buying a new one. This was why she'd been counting on the answering machine picking up and being able to tell that way, instead.

Stop being a little bitch - man up and just answer the phone. If it's not anything important you can just hang up. Besides, who the hell else would be calling at this time of night anyways besides work or family? 

Before she got the chance to pick up, the answering machine hung up on the caller. For a moment she dumbly stared at the phone and the answering machine, and then she shrugged and turned back towards the slasher film that was still playing. The girl on the screen was now being chased by the killer, his long, black cloak flying out behind him as he ran after her, gleaming knife raised high in the air.

It was at this moment that the phone rang again, and this time Kailey leaned over towards the end table and picked the cordless, white handheld up off of the stand. If they were calling back so soon, it had to be something important. Maybe it was her mother. And since she hadn't answered the first time her mom, if it was in fact her, was probably wondering if she had fallen and cracked her head in the clawfoot bathtub; or if she had finally decided that going to bed at eight o clock in the evening was not, in fact, too early. As if. 

Without thinking any more about it, she reached over and answered the phone. "Hello?" 

"Hello, Kail." 

The voice startled her, and it wasn't any she'd been expecting; not the voice of her mother, or of her boss wanting her to come into work. It was a man's voice; low and pleasant, almost a purr, with a hint of a rasp to it. Come to think of it, it sounded a hell of a lot like- "Um, hi. Who is this?" she asked, equally pleasant but also wary. A bill collector wouldn't have greeted her like that - definitely not. It had to be someone who knew her; knew her voice. And only people that were close to her called her Kail - most called her Kailey. And she didn't have many close friends, and definitely none that were guys. Guys wanted to get in her pants, not be her friend. With her long, dark hair, large dark doe eyes, and her womanly athletic figure, she knew how men looked at her. And, hey, she wasn't above being a little bit of a tease.

"Just an... admirer." The voice was nice- really nice. It was an exact replica of the voice from the Stab movies, and also the Ghostface killings that tended to happen throughout the years in Woodsboro. Living there had its nightmares.

Kailey leaned back on the couch, really wishing the house phone had caller ID right about now. "An admirer, huh?" 

"Yeahh," the voice purred, and she found herself pressing the phone closer to her ear to take it in even more. It sent a chill down her spine - a good kind.

"Okay, well," She tried wracking her brain for someone, anyone, that had been super interested in her lately. Maybe someone at work - someone she talked to every day. She worked in the inventory department at the local hospital in Woodsboro, and she wasn't super friendly with any of her coworkers; they all got along, but she tended to keep to herself. Kailey was pretty observant, and no incidents stood out to her. No strange guys, no creeps following her or watching her from afar (that she'd noticed, at least). "Do I know you, Mr. Admirer?" 

"Maybe." was his reply. His voice sounded so damn amused, even only saying one word.

'Maybe'... Okay? Well, that certainly doesn't help me.

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing. None of her friends really watched scary movies, and most of them did not know the number for her house phone. 

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again. Whoever this is, their voice is sexy as fuck.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." came the bemused reply to her question.

...Hmm, now she was really wondering who it was.

"Well," she began, smiling to herself and letting it seep into her voice, "it's kind of a weird time to ask to be my friend, on a Friday night at eight pm."

Now the voice on the other end chuckled, the sound deep and low, and cascading over her like a warm waterfall. The feeling ended with a zap straight down between her legs, and she squirmed on the couch, eyes flicking briefly to the movie she still had playing, but at this point had nearly forgotten about.

"Is there ever really a bad time to make a new friend?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes playfully, even knowing he couldn't see it.

"I guess not. So, tell me, friend, how'd you get my number?" She reached for her drink, wracking her brain on trying to figure out who this possibly could be.

"It was in the phonebook," he answered, lightly. Why did everything he said sound like he was flirting with her? And why was it so hot? 

She guessed phonebooks were still a thing (maybe for old people), but she could tell his answer was teasing, and probably not truthful. But maybe it was? It would certainly explain a lot. And it would mean that whomever this was on the other line had to at least know her name, in order to find her in the phonebook. She didn't know how many Kailey Miller's lived in Woodsboro, but it couldn't be that many. 

This speculation still wasn't getting her any closer to an actual answer, but... maybe that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe some mystery was good, and also added to the attraction she was currently feeling. 

At this particular moment, the female character in the movie she still had playing gave a particularly piercing scream, and she reached for the remote in order to turn it down. 

"Are you watching a scary movie?" he asked, and she nearly laughed once again at the irony. Here was a caller with a (sexy) voice that sounded just like Ghostface, and they randomly called her while she was watching Stab. And now they were asking her about a scary movie. What the actual hell.

"Y-Yeah," She didn't know if she should answer him, or hang up the phone, lock all the doors and windows and call the police. "I am."

"Or do you normally have hysterical, screaming victims chained up in your house?" he added playfully. 

This got a laugh out of her. "Oh, yes - you've figured out my secret. Promise you won't tell the police?" She hoped she wasn't laying the flirting on too thick - it kind of made her want to gag. Her normal idea of flirting was making sarcastic comments and inappropriate jokes. But understandably to some people, that could be pretty off-putting. So unfortunately more often than not, she found herself trying to dum things down for the sake of others around her. 

There was a pause, in which Kailey could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, and she really wondered if she had scared him off or if he was about to hang up. But then he spoke: "I won't tell if you won't." 

The words sent a chill down her spine, and the way he managed to make something like that sound so creepy and so hot at the same time was beyond her. And maybe she was crazy, but goddamn was it sexy. She'd never felt so attracted to another human being. Ever. 

And then the power flickered in her house. 

She wondered if she’d imagined it, at first. Her house was on the outskirts of Woodboro, surrounded by trees and green, but her house hardly ever lost power since she was still technically in town. Her mother had been very adamant about making sure they remained in the town, for the sole purpose of being close to everything that necessitated being close to. Be that the school, jobs, the hospital, the drugstore, etc. and they never lost power. Her mother had long since moved out of the area to a different town, but Kailey had inherited the house, and was very proud to call it her own. Right now, however, she was questioning the choice of location.

Kailey found herself looking up at the light above, wondering if it had actually flickered, or if she was finally officially losing her mind. 

“Whatcha looking at?” 

The question didn’t quite register at first, but when it did, it felt like everything paused. She slowly reached for the remote next to her on the couch cushion and paused the movie, wondering if he’d really said what she thought he’d said - what she was certain he’d said. “What… What did you say?” 

“I said: Whatcha doin?” 

She shook her head, feeling her stomach twist uncomfortably for the first time since she’d answered the phone. “No, you didn’t.” 

Suddenly a feeling crept over her like she’d never experienced: she had never been so certain that she was being watched. And she’d also never been more aware that she was sitting in front of a clear window with her back to it. 

Cold chills washed over her like never before, and she felt like she’d been plunged into a frozen lake. Survival instincts took over, and she slowly sank down on the couch so that she was no longer visible from the window behind her - however, she could still be seen from the front door, and the side window to the left of the couch. Especially with the lights on. So naturally, maybe not the smartest thing, but her first order of business was to kill the lights. She quickly got up and ran the short distance to the front door, and flicked off the light switch, at the same time flipping the locks on the front door, as it hadn’t been locked before - but it sure as hell was now! 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this - or if she’d ever felt like this. 

“Who turned out the lights?” came the playfully sinister voice from the other side of the window. She’d nearly forgotten she was still on the phone, as silly as that sounded, for that was the whole reason for all of this current madness and fear. 

The fact that he was watching her was now quite apparent. Outside of her home was surrounded by plenty of trees and brush to hide in; lots of shadows in the dark. And aside from her porch light, there was only one street lamp outside, directly across the drive from the house. And it was inconsistent when it came to whether or not it would be working, at any given moment. Either way, as she peered out through the window that looked out across the porch, she knew that she probably wouldn't be able to tell where he was hiding. And the fact that he knew where she was, but she didn't know where he was, scared her inexplicably beyond words. 

Swallowing hard, Kailey tried to hide the tremor in her voice as she spoke into the phone, "Listen, if this is a prank, congratulations - you've had your fun. Now, now get the fuck out of here before I call the police." 

A warm, breathy chuckle followed closely after her words, and she crept back away from the window towards the couch, "This isn't a prank, Kails. You should know that." 

She shook her head in confusion, "What do you mean? I don't understand - I should know what?" She tried to wrack her brain for anything that had happened recently that would indicate that she was deserving of a 'prank' like this. Sure, she had enemies - but so did everyone. But none that she knew of that would go this far to prove a point, or any of which that knew where she lived (that she knew of, at least). And again, she really didn't think any of her friends would want to pull a Ghostface prank on her - they were all freaked out by the murders, rightfully so, and they were all pretty straight laced for the most part. The more she tried to come up with answers, the more questions she had. 

There was a pause from the other end of the phone, a brief one, while her hand felt around on the couch cushion for the TV remote, wanting to turn the movie off to eliminate that source of light as well. She was crouched on the floor, eyes nervously darting around at all the windows and the door to make sure no one was trying to break in. And then, he said: “You want this.” 

Her hand froze on the couch cushion, as did her whole body; as did her very breath. “W-What?” 

“Yeah, that’s right,” His voice was so husky and warm, and despite her fear she felt a pleasant tingling in her lower back, her heart beginning to race for a different reason. “You’ve been thinking about this for quite some time - wanting it, dreaming about it. You think nobody would ever understand. You think it’s wrong to want something so dirty. But it’s not wrong. And I understand.” 

Kailey still hadn’t managed to grab onto the remote - she was forced to listen to what he was saying with her cheeks heating, red in shame, and… something else. What was even going on? What the hell was happening to her? 

“I don’t know what you think you know,” she began, a tremor in her voice, though she tried to make it as serious and steely as possible, “but if you’re trying to scare me, good luck. It’s you who’s gonna be fucking scared if I have to come out there with my gun.” 

He chuckled again, and the hair on the back of her neck rose once again at the sound. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a gun.” 

While she internally bristled at the confidence of his statement (and at the fact that he was absolutely correct), she also preened at the pet name as well as the tone of his voice. And, not that he needed to know this, but she absolutely did not have a gun. But damn, would one be helpful right about now. “As long as you leave now you won’t have to find out.” 

“Feisty girl,” he purred, and she heard some rustling in the background of his call for the first time. “I can’t wait to see how feisty you truly are.” 

“I can’t wait to see your fucking face when the cops show up and arrest your dumbass for trespassing and harassment.” She finally was able to turn off the TV when her hand found the remote. If this was a prank, it was long past the point of being funny. Now she was just plain pissed off - and scared. “I’m not kidding, asshole, you’d better leave, or else.” That fine tremor was still in her voice, and as much as she tried to project it to make her voice sound more aggressive, she could barely get it out at an audible octave. Right now all of her energy was being expended on thoughts of survival and on what to do next. 

This was probably a prank, though. It had to be… right? If she went into work on Monday and someone was going around talking about how they pranked her and ‘she was so scared, dude!’, she was gonna lose her effing mind, and heads were gonna roll. As soon as she found out which jackass from the hospital came here to terrorize her on a Friday night, she would make them regret it. But until then, she would feel safer with a weapon of some kind, and with the police alerted. They took these Ghostface pranks very seriously. 

“Why would I leave now?” the voice questioned, and she heard a noise that sent her pulse skyrocketing even higher than it already had been: footsteps on her front porch. “We’re just getting started.” 

She barely registered the telltale scrape of the mailbox cover being pulled down from against the outside wall of the house next to the front door - where the spare key to the house was kept - before she bolted out of the room with terror hot on her heels. Who was this person, and how did they know where she kept the spare key to her house? The exact spot? Granted, it wasn’t a very hard spot to find, but still. He had found it with no hesitation whatsoever - he’d had a preconceived idea of where it had been before he even came up onto the porch. That meant only one thing: whoever he was, he’d been watching her. For a while. 

And now he was coming into her house. 

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AN: I do not own the Scream franchise or any of it's characters, but Kailey is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Ready or Not' by Razakel. The above photos are from Pinterest, and attached are the links to the original images.

part two coming soon

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[captainx-camino]

I got to Experience Los Angeles Comic Con with my best friends in the entire world over my birthday weekend

We hit the road early in the morning on Thursday the 30th to form the Cross Guild (and Luffy) trip of a lifetime.

We picked up our bestie Fate (Mihawk) first and then headed out to Yeti's house to load up Mama Croc's Minivan.

I wore all the hats before loading them into the car, where we finally started the drive to Cali around 7-8am.

At some point we stopped at Eddie World, where my partner and I bought new friends, bat and platypus plushies we respectively named Jeff and Kiki.

On the 30th as a special gift for my birthday weekend, we stopped at Forest Lawn Cemetery to visit Dwight Frye.

This was an extremely emotional experience for me. I got to tell him how much me and my friends all appreciate his work and how much we all still love him and three little grass spiders crawled out onto the grave to say hello.

I also gave him a rose for everyone I know who wanted to pay their respects, which I truly believe made him happy.

I also cried like a bitch, but that's beside the point. It was incredibly special, the man is one of my heroes.

After that absolute emotional break mb, it still wasn't yet time to check into the hotel, so we swung by Little Tokyo for an early dinner (we each paid for dinner one of the four nights we were there, which was so much fun) I could not have asked for better people to spend my con weekend with.

The hotel was TINY. Like, you had to turn sideways to walk around the bed tiny, but we somehow managed to not kill each other despite sharing a room with no privacy or space (which is just a testament to our friendship tbh)

But, we all managed to make it work and we successfully got our room settled and sorted, picked up our badges Friday around noon (LACC did a fantastic job with their ADA stuff, despite a small hiccup with the stickers.)

We got to be Robin and Raven for the short day, did some shopping (I got some great birthday presents from everyone) and then my Rayray did a shoot in the room, which came out AMAZING.

ON THIS, THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY

December 2nd finally arrived! It's my birthday, I got to cosplay as my favorite character, my partner was my other favorite character, and my whole crew cosplayed One Piece with me!

My bestie Fate got to attend Thankmas in the morning, and then we all got back together to get a group photo with Jamie Campbell Bower (and I got a special solo one because it was my birthday)

He was so sweet and nice, and he almost killed me when he called me gorgeous. The picture was me freaking out a little, but it's fine. Lol He made my entire life.

The last day of con, I had also gotten the opportunity to get Jamie's signature - to which I decided to get my fanart of Henry and Eddie/Kas signed by him.

Not only did he specifically choose a pen that complimented the art (because he wanted it to look nice - I love him) but he asked if it was him and Joseph Quinn to which I said yes, it's Henry and Eddie, and he told me it was SEXY. He also wished me a happy birthday and told me I don't look a day over 19, which was wonderful since I'm 33. So, ya know...

Jamie Campbell Bower thinks my art is sexy and that I still look young and fresh. That's my accomplishment in life, I guess. Pretty good accomplishment, if you ask me...

And now Jamie also has a copy of this piece, which I hope he loves.

It truly has been the best birthday I've ever had and I couldn't have asked to spend it with better people.

I already miss my Cross Guild and I can't wait for the next event we attend together.

I never hoped to have friends as wonderful as I do in adult life. I love them so much and they love me just as much back. It's been so amazing having them in my life, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.

#la comic con #los angeles comic con #lacc #jamie campbell bower #birthday #cosplay #buggy the clown #one piece

[dianapana]

SH Month 2023 Day 2 - Home is where you are

Hinata POV

Hands in her lap, fidgeting, she’s crumpling and creasing her pretty and formal shirt, but the nerves are too much for her and she needs to let them out in some way or another.

Raising her hand to her mouth, another nervous tick, biting around her nails (not the nails while she has a pretty design on them) but she then realizes her hands are probably filled with germs from the plane and the luggage and everything, so she puts them back down.

“First time flying?”

The kind old lady sitting next to her asks.

“Oh, no, no it’s not.”

Smiling shily at her. The lady justifies her question by saying she looks awfully nervous.

“Ah yes. It’s my first time flying without my husband. He was supposed to come too, but his work got in the way so now I’m going alone and he’ll join me in a few days and it’s all just…very scary”

She talked really fast, somewhere in the middle she became aware of it but couldn’t really stop so she just went on and on.

“We’re moving. Because of my work and he kinda gave his 2 month notice and now they’re freaking out at his office and making him stay overtime and we’re going to look at places to move into and we have a few showings even before he’ll arrive so I’ll have to go all alone and decide if that’s a good fit for us in the long run and-”

The Lady laughs at her and pats her shoulder.

“I am sure whatever home you and your husband choose will be wonderful.”

Very polite way of ending the conversation. Hinata nods a bit awkwardly.

Getting her phone out, should she call Sasuke? Now before the flight starts and they won’t be allowed to anymore. But he may be in a meeting.

Deciding to send him a short text instead.

‘We are leaving in a few moments. I’ll turn my phone off. I love you’

Sasuke POV

He’s quite annoyed.

This? This is why he couldn’t go with Hinata to Berlin? This???

It’s a stupid meeting that could have been an e-mail. It’s a stupid meeting about a project that will start AFTER he leaves.

Checking his phone for the time. He couldn’t even wait with her in the airport because it was just sooo important that he is present here.

He has a text from Hinata. From 28 minutes ago. Her flight must have left already. So they won’t be able to talk for the next 8 hours.

The meeting finally concludes. What was discussed? He has no idea because he paid no mind to anything. Had the CEO not been a really important family friend he would have just left. Quit on the spot. He’s regretting not having done that.

Hinata POV

They’re facetiming. She’s walking him through the first apartment.

“It feels a bit small. Especially compared to our current place”

But they live at a house now so it feels a bit unfair to compare the two.

“I do like that it’s so close to my work though. And it’s on the last floor. So nosy neighbours above. But yea I just feel like something’s missing”

Sasuke hums. “If you don’t like it then it’s a no go”

“It’s not that I don’t like it…The bathroom is very beautiful and big. Here let me show it to you again”

The realtor is waiting on the hall, she was here with Hianta explaining everything 10 minutes ago but then she called Sasuke and they started speaking Japanese so she slowly exited and gave them privacy.

They talk for a bit more. But nothing remains. Sasuke says that she shouldn’t worry too much, that this is the first place she sees.

“Make a list. Of the pros and cons. We’ll do the save for all of them and see in the end what’s best”

“I will…I just…I wish you were here”

“I do too love…”

*

The second place is a bit more her style. It’s big and pretty. It’s a house. But it’s outside Berlin and it would take her over 50 minutes to commute to work every day.

“Yea…that is a bit of an issue. Especially since my new job is also in a different part of the city. We’ll need two cars…”

“Are you still looking at what other things are around my office?”

Sasuke has a job lined up. From his company but the Germany branch. He’s not totally sold on it because of how far away he and Hinata would work. They were used to having lunch dates daily. So he’s looking for things that may be closer to her.

“I saw an offer from your company actually. I applied there. It would nice if we were to work in the same place”

“It really really would”

The conversation turns to the house again and she’s complaining about the lack of any supermarket or convenience store within walking distance.

“I can’t wait for you to get here. Did you pack yet?”

“I did. I’m just now eating the last things in the fridge that may go bad in the 2 weeks we’ll be gone”

Sasuke POV

He told her it’s not necessary for her to wake up at the crack of dawn (4 a.m.) to come greet him at the airport. But when he walks through the entrance an sees her there he’s not surprised at all.

Her smile is so wide when she finally sees him too and she’s running. Gosh he missed her too. And they were away for only 4 days.

“Hello baby” caressing her hair softly and placing a sweet kiss onto pretty lips. “I missed you”

She’s hugging him very close. “I did too. Come, let’s go sleep I’m sure you’re tired from the flight”

He really is.

*

“So…do we have a tour today? Where’s this house located?”

They end up seeing another 3 houses and 5 more apartments and none of them are perfect. And the more they see and the more complaints they have the more upset Hinata gets.

“It’s my fault that we have to uproot from home and come here and and-

We can’t even find a good home…”

She’s sitting on his lap, face buried in his shoulder. She’s not crying but probably frustration tears aren’t far behind.

“I think we’re getting hunged up on the small details. At the end of the day…it’s just a house we’re viewing and it’s out job to make it a home.

At the end of the day, we’ve been in this tiny hotel room for almost 2 weeks, but doesn’t it feel like home by now?”

He’s hugging her closer, pressing soft kisses on the top of her head. Fingers going up and down her back.

“I’m sure whichever house we go for it’ll all turn out well. They were all pretty. And they’re even better when I think that I’ll spend all my time there with you. So, cheer up…I don’t like seeing you upset over such things Hina”

Raising her head, pretty lavender eyes looking into black ones, her lips pouting. He can’t help giving them a quick peck.

“Maybe you’re right…home is wherever you are…”

~

@sasuhinamonth

#hinata #hinata hyuuga #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasuhina #sasuhinamonth #sh #shmonth #sasuhinamonth2023

[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 13

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, Mention of suicide and death/murder

Author's note: Surprise! I'll be posting the rest of this story and I might be working on another..! I hope my brain is gonna stay in this writing mood cuzz I miss it and I miss you guys. 🖤 Enjoy more of Unhinged!Dark!Vampire!Billy!

“You’ll hold my hand, right?” you asked, looking very nervous and excited at the same time. The parking lot was packed with cars, meaning there would be even more people inside. You could hear them laughing, cheering and screaming from inside the car.

"Of course I will," he replied, glancing at you. If anything he'd be holding your hand to make sure you didn't run off. This was a big step for him, letting you out in such a crowded place. It wasn't like he could compel everyone here if you decided to cause a scene and try to get help. It was a big test to see how much he could trust you. To see how well his manipulation of you had worked so far.

“Okay, cuzz I've never been around so many people. I’m a bit nervous I’d lose you in the crowd and I don’t want that,” you added biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

He reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, giving you a little smile. Your words pleased him quite a bit. He almost gave himself a pat on the back for getting in your head so well but he decided to wait and see how the whole thing went first. There was always time for things to go ass upwards.

"Don't worry, kitten. I won't let you outta my sight," he murmured with a charming smile to mask the edge to his words.

“Thank you for taking me,” you said again for the hundredth time since Micro told you about the carnival. You bit your lower lip to hide the excited grin on your face and put your hand on the door handle waiting for his cue.

"Don't gotta thank me. Been tellin' you if you behave I'll treat you good," he reminded you with a shrug. Every time you thanked him he got that weird feeling in his chest and he was getting sick of it. He gave you a nod before he got out of the car, moving around to your side swiftly before you'd have a chance to even think of running. He grasped your hand when you got out, fingers laced with yours as if you were a couple. It would help to keep hold of you if you decided to run.

The smells were the first things that hit you after the music, screams and rides noises. You gasped and turned your head to look at Billy. You weren’t even inside yet and you were already giggling.

“What’s that smell? Like popcorn but sweet and Oh! God, what is that? Candies or caramel?” you muttered out loud to yourself between whiffs of all the goodies you were about to discover.

Billy snorted as he watched how excited you were.

"Don't worry, you'll get to try it all," he smirked, tugging you along with him. He was curious how you'd react to all of the new things here, especially the rides. They weren't for everyone and he hoped to fuck you weren't one of those people that threw up after going on them. You gave him a beaming smile and snuggled closer to his arm while he took you to the entrance to get tickets.

“So, this is like a bracelet telling people that I paid and I can get on rides, right?” You asked, looking at the colorful bracelet Billy was putting around your wrist.

"Yeah, make sure you keep it on," he replied, taking your hand once more as he led you further into the carnival. He kept his dark eyes on you, wanting to take in every little reaction you had to everything. He wasn't sure why he was so eager for it. It reminded him of the day with the snow. He told himself it was just curiosity.

Everything hit you all at once and you had to stop walking to adjust to all of it. The loud cacophony of sounds, music, screams, laughs all mixed up. The bright colorful and flashing lights of the arcades, food stands, rides like neverending fireworks. The smell of popcorn, caramel popcorn, apples dipped in candylike stuff, the sweet scent of the blue and pink candyfluff every kid had in their hands. You smiled and laughed at everything, your brain unable to decide what to try or do first but wanting it all at the same time. You turned around excitedly in place taking everything in. It was wonderful.

Every time Billy thought you couldn't get more beautiful, you seemed to surprise him. You were absolutely radiant, the look of wonder, awe and excitement on your face had him struggling to look away.

"Where to first, kitten?" He asked softly. He'd let you decide and see where you felt like going. This whole thing was for you after all.

You opened and closed your mouth without making any sounds but giggles. You looked up at him and shook your head and shrugged completely flabbergasted with no idea what to do. You pointed to a path with plenty of minigames stands and what looked like plushies, enormous plushies. You almost dragged Billy behind you at the speed your legs took off, staring at the biggest stuffed cat you’ve ever seen. It had to be fake, one person couldn’t possibly own such a thing.

Billy couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the giant cat.

"You like it?" He asked knowingly with a smirk. He found it pretty cute how you were acting.

“How does it work? There’s so many sizes an-and they’re HUGE! I want it! Please! How?!” You threw at him all at the same time, bouncing excitingly in front of him holding his two hands.

He laughed, shaking his head at how over excited you were.

"With this one, you gotta take these darts," he explained, gesturing to the darts before looking back at you.

"You gotta throw 'em and hit those stars to get points. You get to pick a prize dependin' on how many points you have," he finished, his voice patient as he let you soak it in.

You squinted at the very small red ones between the bigger stars, it had to be super tricky to hit them and you probably wouldn’t be super good at it but you still wanted to try.

“Can I try?” You asked with a cute timid smile.

His lips tugged up as he nodded.

"Yeah, but you wanna look at the others first? They got different prizes and games. You might like another one better," he suggested, eyes drifting to the long line of stalls with other little games and prizes to be won.

“Really?” You said whirling around and indeed saw different theme plushies and your body instantly gravitated toward them. He let you lead, his hand still holding yours as he followed wherever it was you wanted to go. You stopped in front of a small stall so abruptly Billy almost walked into you. You stared at the candied apples and gave Billy a wide grin. You looked at the different kinds they had and wondered which one you wanted to try. You pointed to the bright red ones and turned to Billy,

“Can I have one, please?” you asked politely.

He smirked at your tone and nodded, grabbing some money from his pocket before trading it for the candied apple. He handed it to you with a raised brow, once again curious about how you'd react. He wasn't sure just why he found you so fascinating but he did.

You opened your mouth and tried to bite into it but quickly realized it wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed. You frowned at it and tried again a few times and ended up rubbing the apple on your nose by accident.

“How am I supposed to bite into that?” you chuckled, rubbing at the sticky red spot on your nose. You wondered if they expected you to break your teeth trying to pierce the hard candied shell. A lightbulb lit up in your head and you looked up at Billy with a raised eyebrow wondering...

Billy had watched you the entire time with an amused look on his face. He wasn't sure how a vixen like you could be so adorable and cute but you managed to balance it pretty well.

"Havin' trouble?" He snorted, trying not to outright laugh at you.

“Well I never thought I’d ask that ever but...looks like I’m in need of those fangs,” you chuckled handing him the candied apple while walking down the line of stalls holding his hand.

He shot you a devilish smirk, his fangs poking out a little as he did. He took the apple and sank his sharp teeth into it with a crack. When he handed it back, he was smirking again as his tongue raked over his top teeth.

"Gotta say… those words might just get you in trouble," he teased, leaning closer to you and nipping your cheek playfully. They may have affected him just a little.

You made a cute squeal of fear and giggled, hiding your face in his sweater.

“Please don’t eat me, I’m not done with my apple,” you mumbled into his chest taking a peek at him with one curious eye. He still scared you when he got mad, deep down you knew not to cross him and disappoint him. But you felt yourself more and more comfortable with his other self when he was in a good mood. The way he has been treating you lately definitely changed the way you saw him now.

He grinned as he moved away a little, grabbing your jaw and tilting your face to his. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours teasingly, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"Thought you liked it when I ate you, kitten?" He purred, eyes dancing with mischief as he looked at you.

You chuckled at his innuendo and closed the gap, kissing him. He tasted sweet like candy and you hummed licking your lips. He pulled you closer as he growled, his mouth devouring yours greedily. To passers-by, you both looked like a sweet couple in love. When he moved away, he flashed you a smile before he grabbed your hand and pulled you along once more.

You munched on your candied apple sharing a few bites with Billy as you walked down the paths. Sometimes you'd stop to look at people trying their best at the mini-games and by now you had a pretty good idea which ones you wanted to try.

"Can we try some rides maybe before I get a plushie?" You asked, thinking it'd be best to have your hands free seeing how intense some of them were. You looked around at the rides and considered the ones that didn't make you want to puke the apple you just ate. You felt your stomach turn just looking at some of them and you shook your head with a definitive nope at those ones.

"Probably a good idea. Which one's you wanna try?" He asked, looking down at you. It almost felt weirdly normal being here with you. You weren't trying to run or ask anyone for help. You seemed happy by his side and he was pleased so far with your behavior.

You hesitated between two rides so far, one was a chair swing ride but had only single seats and you knew right away Billy wouldn't let you get on it alone. You looked at it a bit longer, imagining how it must be like flying and feel so freeing.

"Can you fly?" You asked spontaneously with a small frown. You knew some of his abilities and it wouldn't really surprise you at this point.

Billy's head whipped to you, shock and mirth all over his face as he tried to figure out if you were joking or not. When he realized you were being deadly serious, he blinked at you for a long moment.

"Uh… no. Unfortunately," he snorted, an amused smirk on his lips. He really couldn't couldn't believe you'd asked him that.

“That one can make you fly,” you said pointing to the chair swing ride with a dreamy look.

“But that doesn’t seem like your style. What about that one?” You smiled sheepishly and turned to point at the other ride which he'd be able to join you. It wasn't as fast as some but you'd end up with your head upside down and twirling around.

"Alright. If you need to throw up, aim away from me," he muttered as he led you towards the ride as you rolled your eyes at him.

Billy helped you get safely strapped to the seat next to him while you tucked your dress safely under your legs. You were wearing leggings but you did it anyway, copying some of the other girls you've seen. You kicked your legs and grinned widely at him, the adrenaline kicking in already. A man went around, making sure everyone was safely strapped and tucked in their seats before starting the ride.

"Get ready," Billy warned from next to you, smirking wickedly at you. You'd either love it or hate it and he wasn't sure which one would be more satisfying for him.

You laughed, squealed and screamed your heart out for the entire ride. It wasn't like anything you've felt before and the rush of it still coursed through your veins when Billy helped you down. You were still laughing and gripped Billy’s sweater tightly, trying to regain your balance from spinning around so much.

"Have fun?" He grinned, your happiness infecting him a little as he watched you feeling a weird heat spread through his body.

"That was awesome!" You giggled, nodding your head quickly at Billy and embraced him, your happiness overwhelming both of you. He wrapped his arms around you and your laughter felt like it climbed into his hollow chest and filled it right up. For the briefest of moments, he forgot he was a vampire and you were his pet. It was as jarring as a punch to the face and he pulled away, clearing his throat as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why he'd felt that way at all. Nostalgia from the carnival? Pity for you since he knew what a shitty childhood you had and he related in some sense?

“What’s that one?” you pointed at two big connected houses with music and lights. Billy glanced over to it, happy for a distraction from his worrying thoughts.

"It's a fun house," he replied, looking from the big house to you curiously. It seemed like it was connected to a mirror maze too and Billy tilted his head as an interesting idea popped into his head that would certainly take his mind off the way he'd been feeling.

You adjusted your dress and made sure your hair wasn't all over the place before slowly and curiously leaning toward it. You stopped after taking one step to look behind you at Billy, who was looking at you with a wicked smirk on his face. You reached to take his hand a little uncertain as to what was going on in his head.

"C'mon, I think you'll like it," he smirked vaguely as he tugged you along. He made his way to the worker manning the front of the attraction , giving him a charming smile as he looked right into his eyes.

"Don't let anyone else come in here until we leave," he muttered, using his compulsion on him. He didn't need anyone walking in and seeing you in the state he was planning on getting you into. The man nodded with a smile and Billy pulled you to the entrance.

“Wait, why?” You said frowning and looking back at the man just standing there like nothing happened. You didn’t understand what was happening and it sprouted a small seed of anxiety in your belly.

"Trust me, it's much better without a bunch of assholes gettin' in your way. I want you to enjoy it," he shrugged, giving you an innocent look. It wasn't a lie either but he wasn't really telling you the whole truth.

You nodded back at him but something still felt off as you followed him inside the funhouse. The first thing you both came across was something resembling a giant hamster wheel. Billy smirked to himself as he gestured for you to go first. He'd be having a lot of fun at your expense.

"Ladies first," he grinned mischievously.

You gave him an annoyed look and went first trying to jump over it but obviously failing and staggering on the way out.

“I did not fall!” You said, cutting off any smart remarks about to come out of his mouth, chuckling.

He snorted as he made his way through it with ease, not even a hair out of place as he shot you a smug look.

"Of course not. My graceful little kitty cat," he smirked, looking like he was trying not to laugh. Because he was.

“We land on our paws!” You replied from ahead of him, hopping over small obstacles. It was something you read in your books and you were proud to share the knowledge.

He smiled to himself at how cute you were as he followed along behind you. Part of him was waiting for you to fall over or something so he could find some amusement but you were doing a good job so far. The fun house wasn't what he really wanted to get through though. He'd let you have your fun and then he'd have his.

“Hey look! We have to slide down to get to the other place!” You looked back at him with a grin and hurried to slide off ahead of him not waiting, your giggles echoing down the bright red tube.

He rolled his eyes with a groan. Of course there would be a goddamn slide. He hopped on and slid down after you quickly. He hardly expected you to still be at the bottom and he barreled into you with a grunt as you both fell to the floor.

“Ow! I was there!” You said laughing out loud from under him on the floor, you couldn’t stop laughing.

He gave you a mock dirty look before he shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"You're supposed to get off when you get to the bottom, sweetheart," he snorted as he got to his feet, taking your hand and pulling you up too.

“I was waiting for you!” You added between chuckles, tiptoeing to nuzzle his nose playfully.

"Never wait at the bottom of a slide. Best way to get hurt," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. You were being too cute, he couldn't help it.

“Duly noted,” you said, turning and looking around the new attraction you found yourselves in. You walked forward but hit a panel of glass almost walking into it face first. You staggered and frowned, trying to understand just what the hell was going on.

A delighted laugh left Billy's lips as he watched you and the confusion on your face.

"Welcome to the mirror maze," he grinned, his dark eyes sweeping the place you were both now in. The place was dimly lit, panels of glass and mirrors designed to confuse and disorient the people inside. He moved to stand behind you, his hands on your lower stomach as he pulled you flush against his body. He ran his nose up your neck to your ear as he felt excitement bloom inside of him.

"Wanna play a game, kitten?" He purred, nipping at your ear.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked, turning around to face him. You leaned back on the glass panel behind you and played with the hem of his sweater.

He gave you a wicked smirk as he leaned in, giving you a quick but dirty kiss with his hand holding your jaw. When he pulled away, his face had changed, fangs out and red eyes glinting with excitement and something a lot darker. More primal. The hold on your face tightened as he looked down at you and felt the beast coming to the forefront. You let out a small squeal of fear at his other face, not seeing this coming at all. One minute so sweet and the other monstrous. He brushed his lips against yours, savoring how your heart picked up at seeing this side of him.

"Run," he growled with a smirk, letting go of your face as he tilted his head and stared at you.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You bolted into the maze with both arms in front of you trying to get as far in as you could. You kept hitting the invisible glass panels making you groan in frustration everytime, your anxious reflection stared back at you from every possible angle. He gave you a head start before he took off after you. He wouldn't use his vamp speed, that would just suck the fun out of it. He zoned in on your rapidly beating heart as he felt the thrill on the hunt singing throughout his body. It made him feel so alive. He hadn't been able to have a good hunt since he got to Frank's since he had to behave.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," he laughed darkly, moving through the dark maze with ease as he followed your scent and your heartbeat.

You chuckled yet your heart was hammering from the instinctual need to flee from him. You let out a small scream seeing his scary red eyes glare back at you. You couldn’t understand where he was coming from with all the mirrors and you just bolted again. Only this time running into the panels hard with how fast you were going.

"I see you," he teased in a singsong voice, enjoying your anxiety and how your panic seemed to increase as he got closer. He'd always enjoyed toying with his food and although he wouldn't be eating you, he was sure having fun messing with you.

You turned a corner and stayed put, trying to melt into the mirror and use the blindspot to your advantage instead. He was gonna catch up to you sooner or later, might as well go down in a fight. You were pretty sure he was just playing with you, meeting Frank and Karen later he’d want to behave but you couldn’t push down the need to flee, to survive.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You've never been that good at runnin' away, have you, kitten?" He asked condescendingly, moving around the corner and seeing you there. A menacing smile painted his lips as he slowly advanced on you. You took him off guard by running toward him, pouncing into his arms with a playful roar, baring your cute human fangs at him. He burst out laughing, his face changing back to his normal one as he grabbed your legs so they wrapped around him fully. He hadn't expected that from you but he couldn't help the smile on his face when he looked up at you.

“See, I gotcha!” You grinned back at him, hooking your legs and arms safely around him.

“Would I make a good vampire you think or I need to take monster classes?” you added playfully laughing, replaying your little pouncing act on him.

"I think you'd be a sneaky little vampire," he chuckled, setting you back on your feet and backing you up until your back hit a mirror. He was already hard from the chase but your words made him ache. He'd thought about turning you quite a bit but he could never figure out just what you'd be like as a vampire. You were just so sweet and innocent, it was hard to imagine you as a predator. He pressed his body against yours so you could feel how you affected him, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

You hummed feeling his soft lips on your neck and like he flickered a switch inside you, your body already wanted him. You rested your head on the mirror behind you and reached down to tug at his belt playfully.

“I thought you said no naked in public,” you teased, running your fingertips inside the band of his jeans.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck, sucking on it hard enough to leave behind a mark before he moved to look at you.

"Why'd you think I said not to let anyone in?" He asked with a raised brow and an amused smirk. He swiftly turned you around so you were face to face with your own reflection, a hand winding around your throat lightly and keeping you upright with your back to his chest. He leaned his head over one of your shoulders as he made eye contact with you through the mirror.

"Look how pretty you are, kitten," he mused in a low voice, eyes sweeping over your reflection as the fingers around your throat flexed.

You moaned loudly looking back at your flushed reflection, eyes going back and forth between the two of you. You arched your back, pressing your ass harder against the hard bulge in his jeans with a smirk.

“How are you gonna take me with no furniture around?” you asked his reflection, raising a curious brow up at him.

His smirk widened at your words and a hand slid up your dress, splaying on the skin of your stomach.

"You don't need furniture," he murmured, his hand sliding into your leggings and gliding through your soaked folds.

"You're gonna watch yourself as I fuck you. Watch how beautiful you are when you come undone for me," he purred, teasing your clit slowly with his eyes glued to you through the mirror.

His dirty words sent a jolt of pleasure through you and you moaned loudly, the sounds echoing around you both. The whole thing was so erotic you didn’t know where to look as the mirrors around you showed you every possible angles. You moved your hands down to your hips and slid your leggings off your hips, wanting to give him more access to your cunt.

“Please take me,” you whispered between panting and small needy noises. You met your own gaze and blushed at your boldness.

His body was thrumming with excitement and he groaned at your words, his hand moving from your throat to bend you over just enough so he could slam into you. He let out a loud moan of relief and finally being inside of you again, like he'd been waiting to get his next fix. You let out a gasp of pleasure, your hands clawing at the mirror in front of you for support as you pushed back to take him deeper. You looked up at him behind you and gave him a sheepish grin, biting your lip. The whole thing embarrassing you and making you blush profusely yet you couldn’t stop looking back at the two of you fucking.

"Eyes on you, kitten," he demanded roughly, punctuating his words with a few hard thrusts as his hands bit into your hips. You always felt deliciously tight no matter how many times he fucked you and he was moaning with each snap of his hips to yours. You tried very hard to keep your eyes open looking back at your own reflection, sneaking in quick glances at his handsome grunting face. You pushed back with your arm, meeting each of his hard thrust back and let out small moans with each one. He couldn't take his eyes off your face, delighting in every reaction you had. You were absolutely captivating as he rut into you like a man possessed. He moved a hand to rub circles around your clit as his moans got louder and more intense. Watching you like this has his release approaching rapidly.

“Oh, Billy, baby,’ you whispered softly as you felt your climax build up inside you. It took you off guard, eyes snapping wide open up at him in surprise. You never had used any term of endearment before, you barely used his first name.

His movements faltered a little at your unexpected words and he wondered just which porno you'd gotten that from. He didn't let it catch him off guard for long though, he started fucking into you harder and faster, fingers still rubbing maddening circles around your clit as he braced his other hand on the mirror for leverage.

"Eyes on you," he growled, warning lacing his tone as he went at you hard.

You glared back at him for a second before moving your eyes to your own. You felt on the verge of coming, your eyes shutting closed and rolling back in your head.

“Billy, I-I,” you tried to say before coming undone loudly under him, looking back at you moaning and gasping for air, your eyes hooded and mouth open in an endless oh.

A long drawn out groan left his lips as he came hard, watching you and feeling you clamping down around him. He felt the euphoria flooding his system as he spilled himself inside of you. He pulled out of you with a groan, helping you pull your leggings back up as he basked in his high. You caught your breath leaning against the mirror in front of you, your breaths fogging the glass. You closed your eyes for a moment and chuckled, basking in the purring inside you. Your brain was jello and you couldn’t say anything but pleased hums. He turned you around, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled your hair sweetly. He loved the change in your scent after he'd fucked you and how it was mixed with his.

"My good girl," he murmured softly, soaking you in for a moment before you both had to leave to the loud and bright carnival.

“Cotton candy and giant plushies, please,” you mumbled in his sweater, holding him close to you for one last greedy moment with him alone. He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before he moved away and grabbed your hand. He figured you deserved the cotton candy and giant plushies. He led you through the rest of the maze before back outside to all the noise and bright flashing lights. He felt relaxed and settled now, his hand clutching yours as he made a beeline for the cotton candy.

“It’s like eating puffs of clouds that melt in your mouth,” you said, tearing another pinch of the fluffy cotton candy he just bought you. You were walking back to the stalls with all the plushies to win and tried to find the one you picked earlier.

Billy grabbed some of the cotton candy, popping it into his mouth before shooting you a toothy grin.

"Alright, which game?" He asked as he glanced to the many stalls with games set up.

“Darts,” you said without a doubt and stopped in front of the one with the giant plushie you wanted.

“I want this one,” you said loudly to the man owning the stall and to Billy, pointing to it. Your voice didn’t waver, you knew what you wanted and it was that one. You were leaving with it. Billy scrunched his face up when he looked at it, shaking his head.

“You and everyone else, my dear,” the man said in friendly chuckles welcoming you and Billy to his stall. Billy handed him the money before looking back at you.

"Give it your best shot, kitten," he smirked as he gestured to the darts.

You picked one and it felt heavier than you expected. You tried to aim before throwing it forward, hoping for the best. You hit the wall but didn’t land on a star. You groaned, taking the second dart and trying a different approach. It hit one of the big stars and you bounced up happily giving Billy a huge grin. The last one didn’t even bite into the wall as it hit it with a loud thud before falling to the floor. You turned with a big pout, knowing you wouldn’t get the big plushie.

Billy heaved a sigh as he glanced from your little disappointed face to the god awful plushie you had your eye on. With a roll of his eyes, he handed the man more money before he snatched up some new darts. He hit all the stars with the biggest points effortlessly, much to the man's chagrin as he looked at him in disbelief.

"We'll take that one," Billy muttered, pointing to the plushie you picked. The man handed it over and Billy wasted no time in passing it to you. Like hell he'd be walking around carrying the damn thing.

You picked it and could barely put your arms around it. You waved goodbye to the man and turned to Billy, standing on tiptoes to give him a thankful kiss, taking your time to savor the cotton candy taste on his tongue. He kissed back, his hand cradling the back of your head. He always enjoyed it when you were grateful for something he'd done. He had been treating you extremely well. He liked that you knew how lucky you were.

"Thanks, I love it!" You said, unable to stop grinning, rubbing your nose on his. His lips curled into a smile as he moved away.

"Good girls get rewards," he smirked as he grabbed your hand again and tugged you along. The day was going surprisingly well. Part of him had really expected you to try to run or cause a scene but he was glad his training seemed to have worked. You seemed to want to be there with him. He was happy things were going well. It was refreshing compared to how it used to be. It was much more fun to have a pet he could take places than one he had to keep locked up and worried they'd run away.

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"Hey, look! It's Karen and Frank!" You said waving at them down the path coming up your way. Billy glanced over, suppressing a groan. It wasn't that he didn't want to see his friends but it was almost an instinctive reaction after how Frank had been with him since the Castle massacre. But Frank had been good the past few days now and Billy had to remind himself of that. He was happy to have his friend back, he'd missed him. He led you over to the pair as he shot them a smile.

Karen grinned at you and pointed to your enormous plushie, her jaw almost hitting the floor. It made you giggle and you turned it around to show it properly.

"It's great, isn't it? Billy won it for me!" You said brightly looking up, beaming at him. He gave you a smile as he shifted a little where he stood. It wasn't like he'd done something amazing or anything. He didn't like the looks he got at that statement. Karen was just as much in love with it as you. She took it to take a closer look and gave Billy a warm smile before giving it back to you with a little roar sound. You giggled, remembering the scene in the house of mirrors earlier with Billy. Frank looked at the plushie and  snorted loudly, shaking his head at it. It had to be a fucking vampire themed one, not a normal cute and innocent looking one. A fucking vampire themed one with the lil' fucking fangs, high collar and everything.

"We'll, I'll be damned," Frank said grinning and gripping Billy’s shoulder, giving it a small shake and making Billy roll his eyes.

Billy fucking Russo winning a plushie for a lady. That was awfully kind of him to do so and Frank was pleasantly surprised by it but it confused him just as much. Why would he get his pet a plushie and play this kind act bullshit if he was using her as a slave. Was he toying with her? The thought sent a redhot wave of anger through his body and he remembered he swore to stop fighting Billy in front of her. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder to calm down.

“Alright. Did you get any food yet? Wanna eat?” Frank asked you directly with a smile. He turned to look at Karen and Billy to see if they felt like stopping for food.

"Uh, I had a candied apple and some cotton candy," you replied with a shrug. You haven't eaten anything close to a meal yet, forgetting about it since Billy didn't eat. Your belly growled loudly at the mention of food and you gave Frank a bashful smile.

Frank grinned at you and put his arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner. Billy had to repress the urge to growl as he watched on with careful eyes.

“Then let me show you the wonders of carnival junk foods,“ he said, moving you toward the food corner. You grinned back at him and followed him, keeping a tight hold on Billy’s hand tailing behind you. Karen gave Billy a look not to fight Frank and a smirk as she wrapped her arm around Billy's waist. She knew Frank just wanted to spoil you and take care of you. He didn’t mean anything bad by it. Sometimes she wondered if he liked having you around because of your untainted innocence, reminding him of his Lisa. Billy heaved a sigh. He knew you weren't in any danger with Frank and he decided to let go of your hand as he walked with Karen a little behind the pair of you. If it got Frank off his goddamn back then let him spoil you a little.

"Why don't you get us a table, Y/N?" Karen asked with a kind smile. She wanted to give you something to do, make you feel useful and like you were capable of doing something on your own. She knew Billy was unimpressed by the glare he gave her but she didn't care.

"Yeah! I can do that," you said nodding and looking at Billy for approval. He pursed his lips, shooting Karen another glare before he huffed.

"Behave," he muttered as he leveled a look at you, his voice light but he knew you'd hear the warning in his words.

You nodded at Billy and turned around to look for a free table and found one not too far off. You walked toward it purposely, wanting to get there before someone else sat down. You were so focused on the table you didn't look where you were going and tripped on a huge cable laying on the ground. You fell forward and collided with someone's back with a Oomph! still holding on to your plushie which took most of the fall for you. Billy's head whipped to you from where he was standing with Karen and Frank. He should have known something would go wrong. He rolled his eyes as he started to make his way over to see if you were okay. He'd be pissed if you'd gone and injured yourself.

"Hey! Watch it you stupid cunt!" The man yelled as he whirled around to glare at you. The front of his shirt was drenched with the beer he spilled because of you. Billy stopped in his tracks, the words sending a white hot rage through him he hadn't felt in a long while. He was almost stunned by the man's outburst. He had to remind himself he was in public as his fangs tried to descend in his rage.

"I'm sorry! I tripped I-I didn't mean to-" you stopped speaking abruptly when he violently threw the rest of his drink on your plushie. You scrambled to your feet to sit down at the table turning your back on him. Choking sobs shook your body as you hid your face in your arms, the ruined plushie next to you. You didn't mean to trip and spill his drink, it was an accident and you said sorry too. Why did he have to be so mean and ruin your day? His words hurt you deep inside, the stabbing pain of rejection and failure raw and painful. Billy was going to be furious at you for making a scene in public and making a fool of him in front of everyone. Your mind was going a hundred miles an hour thinking about all the different ways he'd punish you. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and you squealed in fear. You looked up to Karen sitting next to you with a tray of food. She gave you a weak smile and held you tightly to her chest. Her motherly touch soothing your racking sobs. Please don't let him hurt me you thought, holding on to her for dear life.

Billy was more than livid. It was bad enough the way the asshole spoke to you but then he went and ruined something of yours and worst of all, made you cry. No one made his pet cry like that. He stalked over to the guy, a murderous look on his face.

"You made a mistake, asshole," he smirked menacingly, his voice low and eerily calm sounding. The man was as good as dead.

"That right? You should teach your runt how to fuckin' walk!" He said loudly getting in Billy's face. Billy laughed darkly as he fought the urge to let his face change and just kill the asshole right here. He stepped even closer, raising his brows as he looked right in the piece of shit's eyes.

"Get on the ferris wheel, when you get to the top, jump out and kill yourself," Billy grinned, using his compulsion on him. The man had a glazed look in his eyes for a moment before he nodded, making his way over to the ferris wheel not too far away. Billy watched, a sick thrill running through him at what was about to happen.

Frank's mouth hung open in shock for a moment, eyes darting from Billy to the man who was now in line for the ferris wheel. He marched over, ready to get to the man but Billy grabbed him roughly.

"I don't think so," Billy growled, eyes flashing red before he pushed it down. Frank looked at him with such disgust and shock that Billy felt like he'd been smacked across the face. But he channeled the pain he felt at it into more anger.

"What the fuck, Bill? You're just gonna… I can't let this happen. I ain't about to just let him kill himself like that," Frank hissed at him.

"He deserves it for makin' her cry," Billy shrugged casually, a lazy smirk on his face. He knew Frank was pissed at him and he was buying time, noticing the guy get on the ferris wheel out of the corner of his eye.

Frank was in disbelief. Of course he knew how unhinged and cold Billy could be, it was why there was such a rift with them. But it had been a long time since he'd seen Billy pull some shit like this and it never failed to shock and disappoint him. It never failed to hurt him at just how much Billy had changed. He didn't understand. You were just a pet to Billy. Property. He didn't buy all the nice shit he'd been doing, no matter how much Karen kept going on at him telling him she was sure Billy cared about you. It was all bullshit. It was mind games and sick psychological warping he was doing to you and it made Frank sick. But this was crossing another line and Frank was done. This wasn't about you being upset. This was about Billy being a possessive piece of shit.

You've been watching the man walk away from Billy with some relief they didn't end up fighting or worse. Frank really seemed angry at both Billy and the other guy as he kept glancing back at him while speaking to Billy. Karen was still holding you but she seemed a bit tense, like she was spaced out. You sniffed your tears away and hoped Billy wouldn't take you home right away. The thought sent another loud sob rip out of your rest as you looked at him walk back to you.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Please don’t be angry with me. Please don't put me in the cl-" the rest of your plea was muffled by his soft sweater as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm not mad at you. It wasn't your fault," he said firmly, moving away and cupping your face. His thumb wiped your tears away and he felt the anger spark up again at seeing your tears. He leaned in and nuzzled your cheek sweetly.

You looked up into his dark eyes, the dry sobs still racking your chest as you nodded nuzzling him back. He didn't seem mad at you or about to punish you and it confused you a bit but your thoughts were cut off as loud voices were heard from behind him. You frowned and looked around his arm to see what was happening.

"Why are they-" your voice was lost in a sea of screams and wails as you saw the man of earlier fall to his death from the ferris wheel and land with a sickening thud.

Billy's eyes were glued to the man's body as a gleeful and sinister smirk painted his lips. He felt the satisfaction sweep right through him as the scent of blood hit his nose, only heightening the sick enjoyment he was feeling. Frank stormed over to Billy and shoved him roughly but it only caused Billy to stumble back a little with a mocking laugh.

"You're sick, you know that?" Frank snarled. Billy just smirked at him.

"C'mon, Frankie. Thought you didn't like bad guys?" He asked patronizingly with a laugh.

"Bad guys… like murderers, rapists and goddamn child molesters. Not drunk assholes with an attitude," Frank sneered angrily. Billy gave him a nonchalant shrug as he raised his brows.

"Maybe he's got some skeletons in his closet? Guess we'll never know," he grinned darkly, ignoring the look Frank was giving him.

You looked from Billy to the dead man, your brain slowly processing and making the connection. Billy compelled the guy to kill himself. He died because you tripped, making him spill his drink, get angry and piss off Billy. You killed him, you killed him just like you killed that girl you buried under the trees at home. Billy moved over to you, still ignoring Frank's heated gaze as he crouched in front of you. Your heart was hammering away and he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes softening for a moment as he looked at you.

"No one makes my kitten cry," he muttered, glancing at you with a dark look on his face. The fear dissipated and you felt the warm tingly feeling in your chest again. So it wasn't really your fault, Billy did it for you because the guy hurt you and made you cry. He really cared about you! You looked back at the crowd gathering around the dead body and saw the whole thing in a very different perspective. You looked up at Billy with a grin and kissed him. He kissed back, pleased he'd calmed you down but the moment was ruined by Karen.

"We're leaving," she muttered tensely as she stood up and grabbed your wrist, tugging you up and away from Billy a little. His eyes narrowed dangerously but she gave him a firm look laced with so much disappointment that it felt like his chest caved in.

"Wait, no! My plushie! Billy!" You said loudly reaching back for his hand as Karen almost dragged you away with a shocking force. Billy let out a loud growl and Karen let you go with a sad sigh, letting Billy pull you to him as he grabbed your plushie with his other hand.

"We'll meet you back at the house," Billy muttered harshly, giving both Karen and Frank a dirty look before he led you away. He had his issues with Frank but this bullshit from Karen was too much. He'd seen her kill someone with her bare hands for fucking less. She had no right to pull this shit on him now she was following along with Frank's righteous bullshit. You held on to Billy tightly and gave Karen a timid look, you liked her a lot but you didn't want her to take Billy away, no matter how angry she was with him. You were Billy's and you'd always go back to him.

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8 shows for your mutuals to get to know you better

I was tagged by @marley--manson

Blake's 7 - I once described my relationship with Blake's 7 as like the one you might have with your first girlfriend. You came out together! You two were the first lesbians each of you had ever met; You share so many lesbian firsts together. You split up before you were even going to uni, you may not see each other very often now, but there's still that sweet, sweet, unforgettable first attachment. That was me for Blake's 7. The first show I ever wrote fanfic for. The first show for which I had a proper fannish obsession. The first show for which I ever spent three days weeping and writing obsessively after I was left in a state of misery and shock after the fourth season finale . I have a complete set of B7 DVDs sitting on the shelf above this computer. I haven't actually watched them but sometimes I offer them flowers.

2. Doctor Who. This was my very first convention - the Doctor Who 20th Anniversary Con at Longleat, Easter weekend 1983. My parents asked me what I'd like to do for Easter, and were more than a little startled when I told them, but they paid my train fare and my con membership and let me go and I had my very first experience of fandom standing in those queues. I have dipped into and out of Doctor Who since I first watched Tom Baker flaunt his ever so long scarf.

3. Star Trek: TOS - and the original four movies. I watched these without as much obsession, but - I read James Blish's novelisations, I still have a collection of the good Trek novels on my shelf, I once organised a group reading of the Price of the Phoenix at a slash con, I have written Spock/McCoy fanfic (it's the Mirror episode, mostly) and I have been to K/S cons. I quite like DS9 and ST:tng too - I've written fanfic for tng - but Star Trek before it needed a TOS label was the first fandom I got to share with friends in person, as opposed to friends I knew by post and fanzine and at cons.

4. Cagney & Lacey. I loved this show. So did my mum. This is the only fandom I ever shared with my mum, and we loved it the same way: two kick-ass women who were best friends and also the only two women cops in their precinct. I was not conscious enough of racial issues in the US at the time I was watching it to be conscious that the New York Cagney and Lacey moved in was very unexpectedly white at all times, but I'm afraid I would see it now. On the other hand, if anyone can point me at *good* recordings of the episodes I would love to watch them again - my mum had the complete set recorded on VHS tapes and, well, gone with the dinosaurs and my late mother's estate.

5. The Professionals. Such a British show. Written and aired well before the anti-drunk driving campaigns, Bodie and Doyle and Cowley drink to excess, show no signs of being drunk, and then drive fast cars and wave guns around after drinking to excess. I wrote Bodie/Cowley fanfic for it because at the time I discovered the fandom, it felt like every Bodie/Doyle story and then some had already been written (and were still being written) but also because I really adored the way Gordon Jackson and Lewis Collins interacted with each other. Cowley and Bodie were both ex-soldiers doing a secret-police job: Doyle was a former cop transferred to CI5: the best fanfiction written covered the brutality and the danger and the kind of personality that thrived on it. The political viewpoints expressed by Bodie, Cowley, and Doyle were so far from being mine that it felt reckless to write them, and I enjoyed that: but the background to the story - 1970s UK/London - was so close to my real life (1980s/1990s Scotland/SE England) that it felt sometimes impossibly easy to write.

6. House MD I had been vaguely aware that Hugh Laurie had moved to the US and was doing a show about a doctor in an American hospital and I was entirely uninterested - US doctor/hospital series (with ONE exception) had never appealed to me. And then I saw a poster, at the bus stop, on my way home. It is a rule that anything she see advertised on public transport is bad, but I looked at the unshaven and somehow agonised face of Hugh Laurie, whom I remembered well from quite other series, and I though: Okay, I'll give this a go, and I watched one episode - somewhere in the first season, I do not recall which one, oddly enough: and I was hooked. I never wrote much fanfic for it, but Greg House and his coterie of characters - Wilson, Cameron, Chase, Foreman, and Cuddy - and to a certain extent the later ducklings - were formidable ingredients for story telling. I own every season on DVD.

7. The West Wing. I have been a politics nerd for most of my life, and a friend who was aware of this tempted me into watching an early episode of TWW (it may even have been the pilot episode) by telling me it was a drama about politics - not so much about elections, but about the behind-the-scenes work that makes politics. I watched it from season one, and I own every season on DVD.

8. M*A*S*H I became obsessed with MASH in two phases - first one about twenty years ago, which sparked a period of about five years writing fanfic: and again, I'm not sure why, in lockdown - suddenly the characters walked back into my mind and I started writing MASH fanfic again. Who to tag, who to tag: @jaelijn @topshelf2112-blog @cplredberet @blistersonmefingehs @bbjkrss-blog (but don't feel obliged unless you want to)

#Blake's 7 #Star Trek: TOS #The Professionals #Cagney & Lacey #Doctor Who #House MD #The West Wing #mash tv #fanfic #fannish obsessions

[bobattef]

Not again.

It seems like the rain bears down harder on the windows of your trailer than others.

The weather has been terrible this whole week but it seems to be after vengeance of some sort this race weekend.

Typical British weather. 

You think to yourself as you try to drown out the noise of the pounding rain on the flat tin roof and instead put it into focusing on the piles of paper work in front of you.

Working as a social media manager for SKY F1 sounded like you were living the life.

Travelling every where the team went for races, Europe, the Americas, Dubai and even out to Australia, plus the long winter break definitely were pros of the job!

“You just sit on your phone all day and get paid for it” is what others have said about your work but they don’t see the cons.

The constant pressure of getting new content out for the fans, in time too!

What was trending online last week is now considered old tat and then there’s the constant displeasing of the drivers and their team principals. 

You don’t mean to make them out be the ‘bad guys’ but sometimes words get muddled up or edits in certain places look malicious to others.

You’ve had your fair share of arguments, along side your own team plus those personal assistants of the drivers and even some drivers yourself for videos or images you’ve published.

**knockknockknock**

A quick but urgent sound of tapping raps on your trailer door.

“Oh gods, what now” you mutter to yourself, closing your laptop and trying to sweep up some of the run way pieces of paper you had scattered around your desk.

You open the door to a soaked through-the-bones Carlos Sainz.

“Can I??” He snaps as he gestures to you to move out his way.

“Carlos” you say through gritted teeth and move out the Spaniards way.

He shakes off the excess water from the down pour you had just made him wait in.

Pulling off his Ferrari jacket, he tosses it over the door edge to the bathroom and you watch as a puddle quickly pools at the bottom of it.

You sigh out in annoyance already.

“Oh I’m sorry, you seem to be a bit stressed Cariño? The sarcasm oozing from the Ferrari drivers voice.

“What do you want Sainz? I’m a bit busy!” you sigh out as you lean back on the very desk you just had your head in your hands in defeat over.

“What are you working on? Some more bullshit about me huh? Or are you going to pick on another driver on the grid today?” he almost spits out, he’s that annoyed.

“Ah, you read my piece about you in quali yesterday?” you smirked at him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more.

You and Carlos had history. That was the short version of the story.

The longer version was that although you never officially ‘dated’ you were always ended up in his bed at every hotel or motor home on every race weekend or he was in yours.

He could fuck you like no other man you had ever been with and the noises that used to fall from his lips were ones he said no other girl has ever made him do.

Sometimes the races that didn’t go too well would work in your favour as you knew you were in for a good night if he was mad about something. 

The pressure of both your jobs meant to the outside world, you were nothing to each other, even enemies perhaps?

It used to be an act. 

You’d walk straight past each other in the paddock, not even a peep from either of you as you sat opposite one another for interviews, but as soon as you clocked off for the night, he’d find you.

Or you’d find him.

Sometimes not even making it out the car park of whatever race you were attending that weekend.

But that act of not giving a toss about the other got a little too real.

You really would be arguing with him more than the other stuff you could have been doing.

Him not happy with certain things that were said by you or members of your team, or you not being happy with how he had portrayed your line of work to other media outlets.

You decided to call it a day before the first race started of this 2023 season.

Cutting it off at the source before the same old ways would continue into this new season just like last years.

He didn’t take it well of course, always telling you you’d have him back but since then he’s perfected his ‘act’ of hating you so well.

“Oh I’m picking on the Redbulls at the moment don’t you worry…” the sarcasm from him was obviously contagious as you now spoke fluently in it.

“Did you see the look on Jos’s face when Max finished 2nd?? you go to laugh, wanting him to join in on the humour but instead you’re met with a shaking of his head.

“Don’t…” he says to you, his voice suddenly sounding a lot softer.

“Don’t what??” you shrug at him.

“Don’t pick on a father and sons rocky relationship for likes on instagram” the venom starting to come back in his voice.

“Yeah, cause that’s all I do. I do shit for likes on Instagram Carlos!” You start to raise your voice.

He’s known your job title for months now, he’s known everything about you for months also and now he wants to make sarky comments about the way you earn your living.

“Is there a reason you’re here tonight?” You say quieter, wanting to calm yourself down “apart from pissing me off?”

But the Ferrari driver doesn’t say a word, instead he closes the distance between you both.

One of his legs fits perfectly in between yours that you had planted to keep you leant on the desk.

Your eyes drop to his lips, suddenly so close to yours and your heart skips a beat when you see his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

Your eyes flutter up to his.

“Carlos…” 

Damn, why is your voice so shaky??

“You said…we said, no more, not again..”

You notice his adam apple bob up and down with the deep breath he swallows.

He closes his eyes taking in your words but his body doesn’t listen.

Instead he pushes his knee upwards, it fits perfectly against your mound with the way you’re slouched on the table. 

“Carlos…” the sudden pressure there makes you gasp out and one of his hands comes up to grab you at your throat.

“Say the words Cariño…say them and I’ll stop” he whispers to you now searching your eyes for an answer he knows isn’t coming.

You simply shake your head.

There’s no way you can tell him to stop now. 

The pressure from his kneecap is making you ache there for him.

Those familiar feelings of butterflies start to grow inside your stomach as you look up at him through your lashes.

The smirk across his face letting you know he’s winning.

“On your knees pretty girl” his lower toned voice vibrates through him as you do what you’re told.

It’s as if your body goes on autopilot, it knows exactly what to as the Spaniard un clips the belt to his race slacks, the sound of the metal clinking open sends signals straight to your core.

You stroke his hardness through his boxers a few times before pulling his cock out, a quick lick of your own lips, you leave your tongue hanging out your open mouth, letting him know you’re ready.

You glance up to him as if you’re waiting for the go ahead.

He’s managed to ball his fist in your hair, holding on as he uses his other hand to pump himself a few times before slapping it on your tongue. 

“Take it hermosa…” he breaths out but you lose the sound of the nickname he calls you under a moan that falls from his lips.

You must of been wanting this moment again just as much as he thought you would, as you almost make it to the base of his cock in one Swift movement.

That feeling of the tip of him, hitting the back of your throat as he sucks in yet another breath.

As you hollow your cheeks moving your head up and down, you run your tongue along the side of him, flicking it across that sweet spot of his and then diving back down to the base once again.

“Mierda” he hisses, using the grip he has on your hair to pull you back.

You smirk up to him, knowing he’d never have someone so willing to choke on his cock like you do.

“Mmm” he mimics the smirk you have on across his own face as he runs his thumb over your lips, wiping the drool that has formed there.

“You still…can tell me to stop, mi Angel”

He always had such sweet pet names for you, sweet being the complete opposite of the way he treated you in the bedroom. 

You were both so fitting together.

Both enjoyed the same type of sex which is probably why you both got addicted to one another so quickly.

“I’m good” you say to him, readying your lips again.

But instead of him guiding your mouth back on his cock, he pulls you up by your pony tail.

“Aaah” you say out loud as the sharp pain you feel on the roots of your hair catches you off guard.

“You sure Bebe?” Carlos pushes further, double checking you’re on board.

“Yes Carlos…” you go to answer but are cut off by him lightly slapping you round the face.

“Na-uh” he clicks his tongue at your mistake as his hand returns to its place around your throat.

“You know my name…say it” he whispers to you, his breath brushing past your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Yes…papi” Your legs almost buckling at the mention of your old bedroom pet name you had for him.

“Good girl” Carlos breaths back, he enjoyed that name from your lips once again just as much as you heard yours.

“Now turn around…” he tells you but is already guiding you to turn your back on him, the desk you had inside this trailer was at the perfect height to bend you at your waist and the Ferrari driver had no means to let that opportunity pass.

He uses a foot of his to kick yours from underneath you, causing you to spread your legs further. The move making you steady yourself, on your arms.

Placing a hand on your lower back to keep you in place, he runs the other underneath your skirt, grabbing a hold of the waistband of both your tights and your underwear and in one quick pull, he has them down, past your knees and off. 

Smiling slightly at the convenience of you already having your shoes off. 

He keeps your ass covered by your skirt, although not wasting any time to rub his hands over the flesh underneath it.

Jutting his hips forward, you feel his cock pressing you from behind, searching for a way in.

You push your ass out a little bit, trying to meet with the head of his cock, needing it to bury itself deep inside your aching cunt.

Instead he snakes a hand around the front of you, disappearing up your skirt and resting on your, now slick, cunt.

The feel of his fingers pushing in-between your folds has you drop your head slightly.

You arch your back as his thumb starts to circle on your clit whilst he moves his fingers in and out of you.

So skilful this Ferrari driver of yours.

Your eyes widen at the slip up your mind had made. 

He’s not yours anymore. 

You quickly tell yourself, a pang of sadness hits you as Carlos senses your demure change slightly.

“Everything ok Mi amor?” he leans forward and starts to kiss down your neck, slowing down on his assault of you with his fingers.

Fuck! Why does he have to call you that!

“Mmm hmm” you breathe, knowing if you were to speak, he’d know there’s something bothering you.

His fingers come up to meet your mouth, you instinctively wrap your tongue around them, tasting yourself on him.

The way your mouth sucks his fingers makes the Spaniard groan as he positions the tip of his cock just before your entrance.

Finally pushing through, you both moan in sync.

Your walls contracting around the stretch of him going deeper inside.

He bottoms out almost instantly, feeling you shift slightly on your feet as you adjust to his size.

The thoughts you had a few moments ago start to disappear by the rolling of his hips.

You expected it to be fast, hard, but not this fast and hard.

He has a grip on you either side of your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there.

Making marks for sure.

Your whole body shakes with the sheer force he is ramming his cock into you.

You cry out.

The edge of the desk is getting the brunt of Carlos’s moves as the tops of your thighs get slammed into it again and again.

“Fuck!” you rasp out as you try to hold on to wood somehow.

“Yes Bebe, that’s it. Feel it. Feel me” The Ferrari driver isn’t making much sense to you right now but you don’t care for you start to see stars.

How does this man know how to fuck you so well??

It would be a lot easier to call off if this part wasn’t so fucking good!

He’s now released his grip on one side of your hips but uses it to land a slap right across one of your ass cheeks.

Not expecting it, you cry out once again but his hand flies up to your face, cupping your mouth.

“Shhh! You want the whole trailer park to know what I’m doing to you in here hmm? How I’m making you fall apart over your own desk?” He warns you.

You can’t speak so choose to shake your head in answer to his question. 

He moves the hand that was keeping you quiet round to the back of your neck, pushing you down further on the desk.

Your chest now flushed with the piles of paper work that have strewn themselves everywhere after the disturbance they got with Carlo’s fucking you from behind.

“Mierda! I’m going, I’m going to…” he can’t even finish his sentence as the familiar fuzzy feeling from below starts to stir in your core.

You’re barely doing a thing and he’s the one coming undone first.

The thought of you doing this to him, making him lose all his senses warms you within.

You expect him to come any second now, releasing himself inside you like he has done many a time before but he catches you off guard once again as he pulls out of you.

You’re cunt aching for the loss of him almost immediately.

“Wha? What are you doing?” you don’t mean to sound so annoyed with him but you were chasing your own high too.

The Spaniard twists you round again, this time you face him and he lifts you up effortlessly onto the desk.

You lean back on your arms, pushing your chest out towards him.

He takes a minute, drinking in the sight of you.

Spread for him, your skirt had ridden up, bunched around your waist by his pounding.

Your hair almost fallen out of the high pony tail you had it in and sweat started to form on your forehead, causing a few loose strands of curls to stick to it.

Your chest is heaving, your heart slamming against your rib cage just as hard as your body was slamming against the wooden desk just now.

“What’s up?” You ask him, concerned at the sudden stopping from him.

His eye lids have dropped lower, he’s most definitely drunk on lust right now.

His lips are more pink and swollen from his assault he had on your neck, kissing, sucking, biting.

The Ferrari shirt he had on was pulled up slightly, giving you a sneak peek of his perfect abs he had underneath, the fine lines and curves of his body on show for you.

He had turned his hat backwards, when? you can’t recollect but it’s always been a favourite look of yours.

“I want to see you cariño” he smiles at you as he snakes an arm around your lower back, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk.

His cock straining against your entrance almost as if it’s begging him to feel you squeezing around it again.

You notice the tiny bit of pre cum leaking from the tip as it disappears inside you once again.

This time slowly.

He lets out a sigh, like it brings him some sort of relief being there.

Grabbing you by the chin, he tilts your head up towards his gaze.

The smirk he has worn so many times tonight already, flashes across his face once more.

“See mi cielo, what did I tell you?” He lets out a laugh at your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You’ll have me…again” he says quietly as you feel his cock twitch from inside you.

He pulls it almost all the way out but then slams it back in again, you gasp out his name.

“You going to come for me pretty girl?” he’s not asking you, you notice, he’s telling you.

Moving his hands back down to the space in between you both he begins to rub your clit again.

You buck your hips up towards his hand as he pushes you back down with the snap of his.

The mix of sensations both his hand and his cock are giving you right now makes that familiar coil build up from within.

His movements start to become to sloppy as you know he’s close also.

“Carlos…fuck! Papi!” you hope the Ferrari driver didn’t hear your mistake.

“Yes Bebe…” he moans out. Not being able to hold on for much longer.

“Kiss me…” you ask him, feeling the overspill as you come on his cock, you go to call out his name but instead are met with his lips crashing down on yours.

He kisses you deeply.

You don’t kiss him back straight away as you’re caught in the moment.

Also you try to remember the last time he had kissed you like this.

You return the urgency he has, pushing your tongue through his lips, he welcomes it inside his mouth.

He almost growls out, it’s muffled by your mouth on his, but he comes undone inside you.

Painting your walls with his come.

He doesn’t move his hips at all. 

Instead concentrating all his movements on this kiss you’re both sharing.

You pull back, panting as he rests his forehead on yours whilst he catches his breath.

You both don’t say a word to each other.

Instead focusing on your breathing, being in sync almost as you both come down from your highs.

The sound of him doing up his belt and zipper snap you out of that post sex sleepiness you seem to have every time.

He straightens his hat to where it should be and pulls his shirt back down.

You stay still, watching him closely as he gets himself sorted out.

He tilts his head slightly at you, noticing you staring at him.

“Like what you see?” The same cheekiness he always had comes though his voice.

You smile, weakly, your eyes wanting to close.

“Can say the same about you” he tells you as he steps closer towards you.

He brushes away the hair that had fallen in front of your face as he pulls your legs down to stand on the ground once again. 

Your skirt dropping to its rightful place.

Carlo’s bends down grabbing something and as he straightens back up again you notice he has your underwear in his hand.

Trying not to roll your eyes at him you go to take them from him but instead he moves away from your grasp.

“I’m keeping these” he simply tells you as you huff out at his statement.

“They’re Ferrari red so…” he tries not to laugh at his own joke but your groaning at his line makes him chuckle.

Kissing you on the forehead, something he always done as you said your goodbyes, he grabs his jacket from the door and swings it over himself. 

“You’ll be in Australia right?”  he asks you as he turns away from the door.

“Of course” you grin at him.

“Good, so I’ll see you down under?” he laughs again as he practically hears your eyes rolling at his poor joke, closing the door behind himself.

#smut fic #carlos sainz jr #ferrari #over18 #formula 1 #reader #pov

[pikespendragon67]

AND NOW, Time for Another Pikes Check-In Update Thingamajig!!!

Basically this is just where I post current interests/events in life to see if other people are currently sharing the same interest, or if people just wanna catch up on things.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

What I'm Watching

Seasonal anime: Summer season's just starting so of the ones that caught my interest at the moment are the following

Might see if Helck is good when it airs

I'm getting tempted to reactivate my Netflix account for My Happy Marriage but ehhh maybe when Beastars airs again. I do like stories where characters go through absolute shit but get better lives and heal from their experiences

Undead Murder Farce: I really like the character designs, and I love the snark of the protagonists. Hopefully it's like Appare Ranman but with Victorian England instead of 1910s-1930s America

Jujustu Kaisen season 2: Sucks that the airing schedule seems to be whack (first 5 episodes will be normal, but then it's gonna be on hiatus until like. October) but I love the OP, ED, character interactions, and the Digimon joke.

Bleach TYBW: Bleach was my choice of shounen as a youth and it's got me in an iron grip of nostalgia. Is the writing terrible at times? Yes! Do I still love it? Yes...for certain characters nowadays

Apparently Nier Automata's making a comeback? Hope so. It was hinting at big stuff when it last got hiatus'ed

MAL says Dungeon Meshi is gonna air this season but I doubt that

I'm also gonna watch the new Superman cartoon since a friend's letting me borrow another friend's Max account (I COULD technically reactive my account, but I hate how WB cut most of their projects & library for tax write-offs). And I'm 2 episodes away from finishing Iruma season 3, so once I'm done with that, it's onto Saiki K to watch during my lunch breaks when there isn't a seasonal anime to watch. ...Though I'm kinda wondering if I should swap it for Nanbaka now... Eh I already had the poll, so might as well stick to the poll until I finish Big O

What I'm Playing:

Just finished the 2nd labyrinth of Persona Q. I'm not really looking forward to replaying the 3rd labyrinth since it's horror themed. (Plus this was around the time I actually had to start playing with a guide because of a few FOE puzzles. Gonna be distracting to do so as I play). That being said I love that this combines EO dungeon exploration with Persona combat. Makes me wonder if I should try to get back to EO4 or see if I should get EO3 on modern consoles

Other potential interests: Ghost Trick (got the special edition right when I was in the middle of my Persona Q replay), 999 on Vita (solves the issue of not being able to play the updated version at work), possibly get back to Personas 2-5 (after I read the manga for the first game; keep forgetting to do that), maybe explore my Steam library since I have a few games there now thanks to the summer sale, maybe get back to playing Fantasy Life until I get to Al Majiik (though I forgot how tedious it is to grind for jobs). Just man. While I'm sad there's no FEMC for the P3 remake, I'm still super excited for it

Though with that being said it feels weird to buy games I already own just on different consoles. It'd be one thing if there were remakes/reboots, but nah. I just have Nier on both PS4 and Steam now. Game collecting's a weird hobby, but one I enjoy nonetheless

Other Stuff:

Anxiety spiked a bit today after seeing discourse start to pop up here again & cringing at past mistakes I've made, hence the checkup post you see now

While I'm cool with my job, I don't like how it consumes so much of my free time/energy. If I can get paid enough to work 4 days without me having to do 10 hour work days, that'd be pretty neat

Barbie movie's in a few weeks oh boy

Another con's happening at the end of the month, but it will be like 3 hours away. Gonna go with a friend then but hopefully my car sickness doesn't kill me.

Then the next con I definitely want to go to is in September

And after that I'm gonna see Hadestown with another friend

Not sure what to do for a Halloween shindig with friends. And it might be the brainrot talking but I kinda wanna go as Shinjiro from Persona 3? Though I also want my coworkers to recognize my costume, so I might need to start looking for Vampire Hunter D attire now.

THUS ENDS THE CHECKUP!

#pikes rambles #long post #pikes checkup

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With a Fever: Chapter 6

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: NOT ENTIRELY LORE ACCURATE!!! This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI--

Chapter 6

The entire time you spent getting ready for your night out you couldn’t stop thinking about William. You obviously needed to dress up for your “date” with Timothy, but that man hasn’t crossed your mind once during your preparations. You had a long, black, silk dress decorating your body, wondering if William would like it. You paid attention to every single detail about yourself. You didn’t want to seem desperate, but lord knows you were longing for him. You had no clue how you could have caught feelings for someone this fast and you weren’t proud of it one bit for obvious reasons.

The doorbell rang and you glanced at the clock. 7:00 exactly. You took one last look in the mirror adjusting your hair before taking your things and leaving. You came downstairs and found Timothy’s car parked in your driveway with him standing next to it patiently waiting for you. You saw his eyes light up when he saw you walking towards him. He looked you up and down clearly loving the dress you were wearing.

“Well good evening, agent l/n.” He greeted you with a smirk.

He was wearing a light blue button up paired with some jeans, his blonde hair neatly combed and slicked back.

“Hey Tim.” You greeted him back with your best fake smile. He opened the passenger’s side door of his car for you. “I have to say, you look incredibly sexy in that dress of yours.”

Oh god. You cringed internally. Out of all the nice compliments he could have given you he chose to say this. If he simply told you you looked good you would have appreciated it much more. You decided to brush it off as him trying to be bold and to just forget about it. You mumbled a thank you back.

He walked around the back of the car and got into the driver’s seat. When putting the car in gear he subtly attempted to brush his finger against your thigh. You saw what he was trying to do and shifted your legs further from him avoiding his advances. He smiled at you awkwardly. You returned it the same way and then shifted your focus to the outside.

You arrived at the restaurant and you both ordered your food. Besides Tim’s brave remarks the “date” wasn’t a complete disaster yet. While waiting you made small talk, which revolved mostly around work and your hobbies. It could have been a nice conversation between you two, if he had let you talk as well for a while. He kept cutting you off, explaining everything to you as if you were stupid and making unfunny jokes and trying to impress you with awful pickup lines.

By the time you finished eating it was already 8:30. You decided it would be best to leave now.

“So, I was wondering if we’d… you know… go to my place after this?” He suggested.

You were taken aback a little but brushed it off with a chuckle. “I’m sorry, Tim, I can’t today actually. I still have some work to do.”

“Aw, c’mon. I just want to get to know you a little better.” “Yeah, I know. It’s just not a good time for me right now.” You replied hoping he’d stop insisting. “If it’s about work, I can help you with it if you come with me.” He looked down at you with a smirk walking closer towards you. You took a few steps back. “Look, thank you for the dinner, it was amazing, but I’m just not interested in coming back home with you. Truly, thank you for tonight.” “You could have just said so you know? That I’m not good enough for you.” He frowned. What the hell… “I never said that, nor meant that. Look, I have to go. See you at work, Tim. Have a good night.”

And with that you were off. Your heart was racing, and you were a little bit distraught. You had a bad feeling about this from the start, but the more the night progressed the more it went away. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but you surely weren’t interested in any sort of relationship with him. You felt bad that a small thing like this upset you. You just started feeling unsafe and the only thing you wanted right now was to see William.

Thankfully, Freddy’s wasn’t far away from the restaurant you and Tim had dinner at. Your feet started to hurt a little as a result of you choosing to wear high heels, but after about five minutes of walking you arrived at the pizzeria. You nervously pushed open the door and entered.

The interior looked almost abandoned minus the few employees who were cleaning up before closing. You got some strange looks and that’s when you realized that a grown woman dressed in a formal dress and high heels walking through a children’s pizza place right before closing might have looked a little ridiculous. You quickly made your way over to the back of the building looking for his office. It didn’t take you long since you have already been here before and remembered the layout.

You stood before a tall mahogany door with William’s nameplate on it. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door, resting your hand on the doorknob.

“Come in.” He called from the inside.

You twisted the doorknob peeking from behind the door and entering. He looked up from his paperwork. His hair was a mess like usual, the top three buttons on his shirt were opened and his tie loosened. On his nose sat a pair of glasses. You’ve never seen him with those before. The sight of him was to die for.

You gave him a soft smile. “Good evening, Mr. Afton.”

He looked you up and down, lips parted. He didn’t expect you to be all dressed up like this. He thought you were ethereal. A soft blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked back up into your eyes and got up from his chair leaning forward against his desk.

“Well good evening, agent. Look at you, you look wonderful. What’s the occasion?” He asked smiling down at you. You looked down at your dress. “Yeah, I had dinner with my co-worker before coming here. I didn’t have time to change.” You replied with a giggle.

You could have sworn you saw a new, different emotion come across his face for a split second. He kept his smile however and asked you with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, like a date?” “No, no, no, just a casual meetup. Well, maybe he thought it was a date but, honestly, it went horribly.” You answered, lowering your voice on the last word, and chuckling slightly to make it seem more lighthearted. “Really? What’s the matter, then?” “I’d rather talk about it some other time, Mr. Afton, I wouldn’t want to bother you with these things.” You replied with the same lighthearted tone. “You’re never a bother, miss (l/n). And please, you can call me William.” He said as he took steps towards you. You smiled up at him. “Alright then, William. And you can just call me (y/n).” “Okay well, (y/n), shall we?” He held his hand out to you.

You looked at it and then back up at him with a soft blush on your cheeks. You nodded and took his hand. He led you out of his office and you followed close behind. By this time everyone else had left and it was just you two and a dim light illuminating the pizzeria. You both came up to the large stage, now covered with the purple curtain. He let go of your hand.

“Wait right here.” He instructed you and disappeared behind the stage.

You were a little bit nervous as you didn’t know what to expect, but suddenly, the curtain split in two in the middle and got pulled to the sides. You gasped in surprise. William came back out form behind the stage grinning at your stunned face. The colorful lights lighting up the stage started up too, each one aimed at one of the three animatronics. They raised their heads and their mouths started moving even if there was no music playing. The brown bear kept waving his left hand and singing into the microphone he held in the other. The rabbit was jamming out on his red guitar and the yellow chicken danced around with a pink cupcake in her hand.

You were so astonished you didn’t notice him coming up behind you. You watched the show while he watched you. He’s seen the robots so many times, he already got bored of them. You on the other hand, he could never get bored of the sight of you. When the animatronics got to a halt again you turned back to face him. Your lips in a wide smile and your eyes shining bright. It’s like you were a little child all over again.

“Wow, William, that was awesome!” you exclaimed. He grinned at you. “I also brought some of the blueprints to show you.” He held them out to you so you could see.

He thoroughly explained to you what was drawn on the pieces of paper and let you look at it yourself. He showed you how they worked and told you a little bit about how he and Henry built them. You could listen to him talk for hours. His voice was velvety and deep, it was like music to your ears.

“Your work is incredible. Thank you so much for showing me. You can’t imagine how much this means to me.” You looked up at him with a genuine smile. He stood close to you looking down into your eyes. “It was my pleasure, (y/n).” “Well, I should get going now, it’s pretty late already and-“

You were cut off by a hand softly placed on the side of your neck and lips colliding with yours. You felt chills scattering down your spine, and butterflies dancing around in your stomach. You gasped softly in surprise but returned the kiss raising your hand to hold his, the one he had placed on your neck. He pulled away for a second to look at your face, reading your expression. Taking your parted lips and expectant eyes as permission he pulled you back close to him. This time the kiss was more rough and needy. His tongue breaking through to fight with yours and his other hand pushing you against a nearby wall. The hand he had previously on the side of your neck moved down to your waist fixing you in place along with his other hand. You lasted there like this for a while before pulling apart.

You looked into his eyes, panting out of breath. He kept looking into yours with darkened eyes, breathing heavily as well. You softly bit your lip and smiled. He returned it.

“May I give you a ride home, (y/n)?” He half whispered after calming down a bit. You smirked. “How could I refuse?”

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