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goldsbitch · 18 days

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You texted...

Y/N and Lando are going through a rough patch in their relationship. Not really on speaking terms. This bad streak ends when there is a massive spider in her bathroom.

angst, one shot

The moment she spotted that creature sent from hell, everything else went out of the window. The dinner in the oven, the fact she was planning on doing a late night session in the gym, the fact her hair was still wet from the shower. The fact she and her boyfriend Lando were on "not speaking" terms.

Y/N was absolutely terrified of spiders her whole life and was never able to over come the fear by getting rid of them on her own. Lando was the one who always ever so kindly rescued her, he overtook this role her neighbor, who overtook it from her mom, who Y/N had trained to react immediately when she heard a very specific scream.

Now she was standing in her apartment, alone with nowhere to go, since her job was to stay frozen at one spot and stare at the creature, in case it moved, and not really sure who to call for help. Her best friend was the first option. Normally, it would have been her boyfriend, but something was stopping her from doing that.

"Come on, come on, come on," she whispered as she dialed her best friend living close by. "Pick up, dammit."

Finally, the tone she was praying for. "Hey, girl, what's up?"

No time for chit chat. "You have to come over now, immediately."

Her friend noticed the immediate distress and tuned herself in. "What's wrong?" she replied, sounding as she was ready to dial the police.

"There's a spider situation going on in my apartment."

"Uhm, I see," she said, more relaxed now, but still taking it seriously.

"It's huge, with like hairy legs and shit. You have to come over, now. We have a deal, remember?"

Her friend was equally terrified of mosquitoes, so they agreed that Y/N would deal with those while spider duty fell on the other lady. This has happened many many times before. Usually ended up with a nice girls evening. Ever since Lando appeared in Y/N life however, the emergency calls stopped.

"I thought Lando was around this week?" her friend asked curiously. "Not that I'm trying to get out of this, but I'm sort of like an hour away from you, so..."

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh. "Fucking hell...Yeah, we're not exactly speaking at the moment," she admitted.

"Wow, that's a first!?" her friend said, clearly surprised. "Why?"

"Look, I'd love to chat, but are you coming or not? There's no one else and I'm not calling Lando!"

"Yes, yes, I'm getting in the car, just let me say good bye to my friends here, we're having a picnic," she replied and muted voices of disapproval came from the background.

Y/N felt guilty about doing this, but she'd dropped everything she was oing for her friend many times, answered phone calls in the middle of the night even though she was an early bird. They just had this kind of friendship.

"Drive fast, please," she said, still stubborn and not about to call Lando.

Y/N sat there staring at the spider for good ten minuted before her friend called again.

"Ok, I'm in the car, you can talk about Lando now, keep me busy. I'm going to pass over the fact you and your boyfriend are fighting and I have no idea," she said unapologetically.

"Figured you'd be mad about that. Yeah, he's been acting like a bit of a dick..."

"But you're not broken up, right?" her friend asked, slightly worried about her favorite couple.

"No, I don't think so. I hope so," she realized, the spider in the corner becoming lesser of her problems.

"And what seems to be the problem? Did he cheat?"

"No, not that I'm aware," she replied without thinking.

"Did you cheat?" her friend asked, ready to support her in anything.

"Jesus, no. It's um...I dunno, we've just grown a bit distant. Lately it feels like I'm like at number 50 of his priorities list. It's always only racing, Quadrant, promo event this and that."

"That's shitty, yeah. Would you like to be included? I know you hate things like promo events and such."

"I do! But honestly, I miss him so much and frankly I'd like to be more included in his life somehow. Especially now that I have more time in my life."

"Does he know that?"

"No?"

Her friend let out a deep sigh. "Hm. You have to untangle that. It would be stupid to break up over that."

"Yeah, I'd hate that," she said, panic setting in.

"Text him to come. To save you from the spider. It's a nice excuse and good test. To see if he cares."

"I'm scared. What if he does not respond?"

Few moments of dramatic silence. "Well, at least you'd know."

"Yeah. Ok. Sending it." Y/N quickly typed something up, trying not to overthink it.

"What did you text?"

"Can you come over asap? I need help with a spider. It's urgent."

"Nice. Now you'll see what he does."

They stayed on the phone together for good half an hour. Catching up and distracting Y/N from the fact there was no text from Lando coming her way.

A doorbell rang.

"You're here already?" Y/N asked her friend, surprised by her ability to drive this fast.

"Nope, still very much far away. Did I hear a bell? Do you think it's him?"

"I dunno. I'll mute you and if it's him I'll hang up, ok?"

"Gotcha."

She opened the door with a heavy heart. What if it was not him?

But it was. Flustered Lando stood there without saying hello. The two shared a pain-filled look, neither of them enjoying this no contact streak they had.

"You came..." she said finally, ending the phone call.

"You texted..." he said dryly and in full macho mode entered her apartment without being let it. "Can you point me where?"

"That corner," she simply pointed, flushed with emotions. Happy that he came to rescue her, sad about his loveless tone and scared of what was to come after. She watched him from afar, as he skillfully took the spider and threw it out of the balcony.

"Don't say anything about him knowing his way back, please," he said, hinting on the countless debates they'd had before about Lando not wanting to kill every spider they'd encounter.

The air suddenly went very heavy. Lando casually headed to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water while trying so hard to make eye contact with her. The last time they spoke was few days prior - and it was not a nice conversation. Lots of built up emotions got out, frustrated speeches made and confusing sentences jumping one after another. Ending with Lando slamming the door on his way out.

She had no clue where to start. "So, how have you been?" she asked, not sure she was ready for his answer. He finally looked at her, and then with an annoyed eye-roll went back into staring out of the window.

Y/N threw her hands up in the air as the familiar feeling from few days ago kicked back in. "Ok fine, sorry I asked. Thank you so much for your help, truly appreciated, but if you hate being around me, just say so that we can-"

"We can what?" he cut her off, not having any of that.

"I don't know, you tell me!...I'm getting lost at trying to read you," she admitted, not even trying to hide anything from him at this point.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly. "I don't think I listened to you," he sighed before continuing, "Or more like did not hear what you were saying."

The validation felt rewarding. But she feared what would come next.

"What I heard at that moment was you not respecting my lack of time and the fact that things I'm involved in are important to me."

She took a breath and planned on interrupting him, which he noticed and tried to stop.

"Let me finish, please. But thinking about it, I figured that's not the case, and you were simply pointing out that I've been putting off spending time with you. Which you're absolutely correct. I figured since we've been going to strong lately, this would be fine. But truth is I hate this distance it created. I feel lost, uneasy and unable to focus," he blabbered something, which felt like he might have even rehearsed on the way to her. "What I'm trying to say is - do you still care enough for us to fix it?"

It felt vulnerable, raw and maybe even uncomfortable to have these kinds of talks. But this is ultimately what cements a relationship.

Feeling like he managed to destroy some of the wall they'd put up, she took few steps towards him.

"Lando, of course I do. It's not a rare event that I imagine our future life together, as a couple and one day potentially as a family. Never had this feeling before in my life. Please, let's figure out a way how to prevent the distance from happening. Things have changed now, the relationship has too. We've been together for almost two years. And my love for you has only grown."

He finally smiled, relieved that they seemed to be on the same page.

"I came right from the tennis court, left everyone behind. Would you like to go there with me? Hang out with the Quadrant squad for a bit and then have a nice dinner somewhere? I just want to spend this evening with you."

"And the night hopefully," she teased, trying to ease the mood.

"Always the night, it was absolutely horrible, knowing you're so close to me, yet having to sleep without you."

She closed the distance between them, embracing him into a hug. They bodies were more than familiar with each and it felt right to be that close. Definitely better than each of them standing in a different corner of the room.

"We still have to talk about this. I don't want our love to slip through by our fingers," she said, letting her anxiety out.

"We will. Tonight, we'll come up with a plan. Can you join me on few races later this month?" he asked, hoping for a positive answer.

"Of course, my love. I have to buy new clothes though, the cameras are savage."

He chuckled, relaxed now that he did not have to worry about having lost her. "Yes, they are."

She later call her friend to thank her for dropping everything and driving to save her, even though it was not needed in the end. Her friend was more than happy that she and Lando seemingly found the way back to each other.

She also admitted that she turned back the moment Y/N sent her text to Lando, knowing that this guy would come running anytime his girlfriend asked for help.

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lazycats-stuff · 2 months

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Remember when u wrote batbro who's Australian? Now u HAVE TO do Italian! This time with Italian toddler batbro, please little Italian people with their small hand gestures are so funny and so fricking adorable to me I'm tearing up just thinking about it

Yeah, Italians are funny and adorable, but I think it would work better if it's a teen instead of a toddler, so I have to modify that part, I just think it would fit better. Also, 1.3k, thank you guys and yes, I know this is a little bit short, but I do want to get this out for you guys. Also, Italians are my neighboring country lol, so if any Italians are reading this, hi!

Summary: (Y/N) is Italian. The family can't deal with him.

Warnings:

Bruce, yet again, found out he had another biological child. Another son. Bruce loved his sons, but he could get a daughter for once. Someone who was less chaotic to a certain degree. Turns out, when Bruce had a one night stand with an Italian model, she got pregnant and she didn't say anything to Bruce about his son for 13 years.

Bruce found out when she was put in jail. Bruce didn't know what happened, but he was more numb from the news that he has another son. Not to mention, man with a heavy Italian accent calling him in the middle of the night telling him about his son and Bruce having to call his lawyers...

The amount of paperwork that it took for Bruce to bring (Y/N) to America is nuts. Sure, you have to make sure that both governments know where the child is. The amount of connections Bruce had to pull just to get (Y/N) to the USA is actually insane. Thankfully, (Y/N) would soon get his citizenship and he would be able to keep his Italian citizenship.

Thankfully, both the US and Italy allow people to have multiple citizenships so (Y/N) could go back to Italy without any problems. Bruce and the others need to get visas. (Y/N) laughed at them when he heard that.

But hey, when they go to Italy, they will have a translator. And it's incredible to listen to (Y/N) not knowing English really. They weren't mocking him by any means, but they were crying of laughter a few times when there was some English problems.

But there were another things they didn't know about Italians. For example, (Y/N) was touchy in conversations. And he was closer to them, more in their space. None of them minded them, it was actually nice how closer he was to them because Americans prefer to keep their distance it seems.

And a thing that seemed like are they European or gay thing is the fact they have their little pecks on the cheek. It wasn't anything intimate by any means and it's a way to say hi to guests. Men do it as well so it wasn't gay per say... But then again... Bruce knew that Italy had a different way than Americans.

And by God, (Y/N) had so many cultural shocks. So many. The sizes of food in America... And (Y/N) will forever fight the notion that pineapple belongs on the pizza. He shall defend his Italian heritage and cuisine.

Also, while on the topic of the sizes, everything in America is huge. Cars, buildings... (Y/N) thought that in a way it lacked warmth. And (Y/N) didn't even want to think about the prices of medication and healthcare here. He knows that Bruce is rich, but still... My God.

Another thing was the fact that kind of annoyed Bruce and Alfred was the amount of espressos that (Y/N) can drink in a day. Tim loved him a lot for it, but Bruce and Alfred weren't so happy. So many espressos wasn't really helpful. But hey.

But one iconic thing that can make you tell who is an actual Italian or not, is the famous hand gesture. They still remember the time when (Y/N) was talking on the phone with a family member who lives in Italy and it seemed that the entire family was on the other side of the phone.

He was talking fast, phone on his ear while he was going to the kitchen to drink some water and get some snacks. They all watched in silence as (Y/N) talked loudly, even as he was opening the fridge for some snacks.

And that's when they saw it. The famous hand gesture, in between some passionate talk about something and yelling over the phone. He seemed annoyed, but there was a smile on the teen's face as he was talking.

Once he was finished, he joined his family at the table. Jason has decided to learn Italian. Bruce has silently agreed. Damian was already prepared to learn. Basically, the entire family has decided to learn Italian and help (Y/N) with English in return.

Another thing that made adapting to the American culture more difficult was the fact that talking and kind of interrupt one you are talking too. In Italy, that is not really considered rude since they are passionate about talking and just overall talking over.

In America, that is considered rude. He didn't like it that much, but understood. People won't like him that much and he would be considered a rude person if he interrupts other people. His family understood that it's not easy, but hey. You adapt to the culture and move on.

But still, it hurt a little bit.

And (Y/N) never understood one thing as well. Something called Italian Americans. He couldn't comprehend calling yourself Italian American, but you don't speak Italian and you are not connected to the culture of your other part. It was weird to him. No hate towards them, but to him it was weird. How can you call yourself a person who belongs to a certain culture if you don't know it?

But hey, no hate. As long as they don't insult Italy and the Italian culture, no hate.

And one more thing that no one prepares you for is the fact that you miss your home country. Despite Alfred doing the best Italian dishes known to men, but it just didn't taste the same. It didn't have that taste of Italy. Yes, it sounds weird, but it's true. Italy is one hell of a country with a rich history.

Oh the nostalgia is a worst feeling ever. Sure, it makes you feel happy and remember the great times you had., but sad at the same time. Bruce saw it, he wasn't blind.

He was sad for his son. So what does Bruce do? Summer holidays are approaching and Bruce had one great idea for everyone. 2 weeks in Italy, all paid for. He just needed to tell (Y/N) when and where they will be going.

And Bruce told him a few moments later, (Y/N) screamed from happiness and jumped into Bruce's arms, hugging him like a koala bear.

" Grazie Bruce! " (Y/N) screamed. Bruce didn't mind the use of his first name because (Y/N) was still getting used to the fact that he has a dad.

" Ti amo Bruce. " (Y/N) said as he stood back down at the floor. Bruce smile widely as he knew exactly what first two words meant.

" Love you too son. "

(Y/N) let out a woo as he went back to his room. Oh he will stuff himself with all of the Italian food he can eat and find. And he will go to Rome and the Vatican. No one is going to stop him. And not to mention, he will have to visit his family. They would never forgive him by any means and you don't want to piss off an Italian family.

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jockfootstories · 6 months

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Billy semi-hated his sisters new punk boyfriend. There was just the cocky attitude about him that he didn’t care for not to mention that he was only 5’10 and his sister’s boyfriend Luke was 6’4, always towering over him. The only thing Billy was drawn to was the 19 year old’s size 12’s and his foot smell. Every time Luke took his shoes off, the smell would fill the room. His sister had complained a couple times on it but Luke didn’t seem to take notice or change his behavior. The three of them were in the den area with Jenny, Billy’s sister, coming in and out of the room to help their mom in the kitchen. Billy was originally on the couch watching some movie when Luke came in and sat down opposite of him. He had slipped off his shoes and after a short while, after Jen had exited the room, lifted his big bare feet up, and plopped them in his lap. Billy could already smell them after the shoe were slipped off but it was now more apparent as they were right under his nose. Luke lifted one foot up, pushed it against Billy’s chest some, and said,”Hey, my feet are kinda tired. I need a foot massage.” The smell already getting him exited but he couldn’t blow his cover, responded,” Hell no, I’m not rubbing your rank feet.” Luke grinned, easily lifting one foot up, and pressing it against Billy’s face. Billy watched the hulking foot press against his nose, pushing him back into the armrest as he heard Luke sarcastically say,”Awe, you mean this foot? Guess you want me to rub them in your face then since you don’t want to give them a massage.” Billy pushed the huge foot away but Luke quickly brought it back, lifting his other one up, pressing both against his face. Billy felt the pressure and his nose rub against the soles as his view was engulfed. He breathed in the baked foot smell of the HS senior as he felt the bare soles rub over his face. Billy grunted out and Luke responded,”How do my feet smell?” Billy managed to pull one of them down and croaked out,”Fucking stink.” He then saw his sister come back into the room and grab a chair. Billy tried to put up more of a fight against the huge feet as Luke wasn’t letting up. She looked over at Luke had said half teasing,”You know your feet stink and you’re going to make him sick right.” He responded,”Hey, he didn’t want to give me a foot massage so he opted for this instead.” Billy wrestled with them for several more minutes and managed to keep his feet down in his lap just as their mom popped her head in asking for Jenn to help her with their neighbor next door. Jenn looked over at Luke and said,”Give me like 15 or 20 min then we can go.” She got up and followed her mom out as Billy slightly relaxed. Luke turned his attention back to him, quickly shoved his 12’s back into his face, and said,”Keep smelling.” The soles consumed his entire face, covering him in foot odor as he lay there letting the bottoms rub against his nose. Billy inhaled as Luke rubbed his toes against his nostrils. ”Yah, fucking like that don’t you? Like my foot smell all in your face.” Billy got momentarily scared and tried pushing one foot away, stammering,”I don’t…” Luke quieted him up by covering his face again. “Shut up. Anyone would have bolted from the couch by now but you’re just staying there taking it. You’re loving this.” Luke rubbed his bare feet into Billy’s face more persistently waiting for confirmation. When he didn’t get one, he squeezed Billy’s nose with his toes, and asked again. “Yes,” Billy reluctantly answered. Luke laughed at him and moved one set of toes down, slightly pushing them against Billy’s mouth. “Lick.” He licked between the punks toes, tasting the saltiness of them. Luke continued teasing him for several more minutes till he ordered him to put his shoes on. As Billy did, Luke said,”Looks like I got myself a new slave.” Luke stood up and looked down at him and ordered,”Get down and kiss my feet good bye.” Billy knelt down, replying ‘yes master’ , and gave each shoe a few kisses. “Good slave boy. You’ll be worshipping them again soon.”

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gayvorestories · 3 months

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How about predator who’s having huge indigestion/belly ache from the person he ate, and he’s struggling very much with hiding his belly because prey is melting much longer than he expected?

this got very long, so I'm gonna have to write a second part another time. I liked this idea, and I thought it would be kind of a hot twist for the pred to get caught and have to eat the person who figured them out. I hope you like it!

Derek sighed and stretched, the warm water of the shower running down his distended, shaking belly. A hot shower after choking down a hookup always felt amazing, and this one was putting up a huge fight.

He sighed and patted the sides of his belly, "hey, shhh, it's okay, you're gonna hurt yourself fighting like that."

The man in his stomach yelled something he couldn't make out, but sounded very angry.

He turned the water off and stepped out, drying off with a towel as he stepped up to the mirror to fix his hair. The smooth surface of the counter was cold as his belly brushed it while he leaned in close to the fogged up glass, making sure to get the part even. He wiped the glass with a towel and stepped back, getting a good look at his stomach.

Derek was 6'11" and built like a brick wall, and his latest lucky meal was a 5'2" twiggy twink he had picked up online. He let out a long burp and gave his belly a rub while he thought to himself, I give him a few hours and no one will know.

He wandered towards the kitchen, his stomach shaking and kicking, and searched the fridge for a beer. When there was nothing in the door he took a deep breath and bent down to check the lower shelves, his meal thrashing as the contents of his stomach went sloshing forward.

Ah FUCK, I forgot to get the beer first!

Absently rubbing the bottom of his gut while leaning on the fridge door, he questioned whether it would be worth an in-and-out at the gas station down the street. The cashier is usually high and it's a weekday... maybe if I wear the baggy hoodie... he was kind sm-

Derek let out a pained moan, his meal had just given him a pretty solid kick. He flexed his abs back hard in response, squeezing his entire core on the man trapped inside until he started to shout.

"Don'tchu fuckin kick me like that again. I can squeeze harder than that, I'll break your fuckin arm. I'm not lettin you out, but I can make this hurt," he said as he gave another mild squeeze with his abs.

He heard a whimper in reply and went to get his big hoodie. Now he needed a beer.

The biggest hoodie in the house barely covered his belly, but it was bulky enough he just looked like he'd had a huge meal if he leaned forward a little. He slipped out, hood up, and tried to quietly slip to his car.

Two steps out, he almost walked directly into his neighbor.

"Oh hey man!"

"Oh, uh, hey Kenny," Derek said, trying not to lose his balance stepping out of the way.

"Really great day out today, it's finally warming up," Kenny said smiling as he turned the key in his apartment door.

"Oh, yeah, yeah it's great. Gotta, uh, go do some stuff."

"You alright man?" Kenny said, pausing before going in.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just woke up late," Derek lied. He felt his meal shift, pushing into the front of his stomach. He moved his hand to cover the spot and turned around quick, unsure how much Kenny had seen, "I gotta get goin, good to see you man."

"Yeah, you too," Kenny said in a slightly different tone.

Fuck I hope he didn't see that.

Derek put his hands in his pockets and walked across the lot to his car, the heavy weight in his stomach starting to weigh him down. He practically fell down into the seat of his car and leaned back for a moment, rubbing his sore belly. It felt like the guy in there had been doing backflips the whole walk, and his stomach was starting to wake up.

He tried to sit the seat up, but was immediately stopped when his gut pressed hard into the steering wheel. Derek sighed, repositioned the seat, and cranked the car. At least my feet reach the pedals, he thought to himself as his stomach gave an uncomfortable groan.

The entire way to the store, his stomach bubbled and churned as the man inside struggled against his waking digestive system. He parked and leaned back in the seat again, patting his gut as it let out a low, unhappy groan. "Buddy you have got to stop moving so much."

Derek got out and walked inside the almost-empty gas station and headed straight for the beer cooler in the back. He picked up a single 24 pack and felt another rough bump from inside. After a long sigh, he reached down and picked up another and headed for the door, only to be see that the previously empty store was now packed with about a dozen people.

He steeled himself and pushed forward. Two people blocking the first aisle, one person in the second but standing in the dead center... ah, I see a path, he said to himself as he slipped around a kid spreading out candy bars on the bottom shelf and counting them. He stepped into the next aisle through a gap between them and had to take a quick step back when two kids running through the store almost ran right into him.

His meal gave a solid nudge against one of his organs and he lurched to the side, bumping belly-first into a display rack filled with individually wrapped muffins. As it tipped Derek tried to catch it, but his newly-weighted stomach knocked him off balance and he lost his footing, hitting the ground alongside it, plastic wrapped sweets sliding across the floor.

Derek was dazed and blinked a few times to get his bearings as he tried to stand, but couldn't quite do a full sit-up.

"You alright, mate?"

Derek looked to the side and saw a hand reached out. The man reaching out was tall, decently built, and had a thick aussie accent.

Oh fuck, he's hot

He took the man's hand and stood up, picking up the stand with his other hand and setting it back where it went.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," Derek managed to put together.

"Yeah you took a hard fall there mate," the man said as he picked up a few muffins off the ground.

Derek realized everyone in the store had just watched him wipe the fuck out, including this incredibly hot man who was now helping him clean up.

Oh no, he's hot

"Y-yeah, just lost my balance there," Derek said as he picked up a few muffins too and set them back on the display.

Unthinkingly, Derek stood up to full height as the man turned around and looked up at him. He froze while putting a muffin back, his mouth slightly open.

"You uh. Glad you're good. Good you're uh, on your feet," the stranger said with a very familiar look.

Derek smiled, suddenly a lot less embarrassed. The man had a handsome face, a thick blonde mustache with dark brown eyes, and the tanktop he was wearing showed off nice arms and a cute beer belly. He seemed so tall from the ground, but now Derek could see he was at least a foot taller than the man.

"I'm uh Joshua. Josh. I'm Josh."

Derek's stomach gave a low grumble as his meal shifted again, rippling the surface of his hoodie.

Josh's eyes widened and Derek grabbed both cases of beer. "I gotta go," Derek said, taking a step forward.

"W-wait!" Josh said, taking a step in front of him, "I uh.. do you.." he started. He lifted his arm and scratched behind his head while he tried to form the words and Derek did everything he could to stop from darting his eyes right to his pit. His stomach let out another groan and the movement under his hoodie was obvious this time.

"Do you want to go to dinner? I uh. Can bring a friend," he said, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

It took a second for what he was asking to process, but when it did Derek's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'd like that."

His stomach let out another gurgle, like water flowing through a pipe, and someone looked over from the next aisle. "I gotta get going though."

Josh took out a pen and wrote a phone number on the side of Josh's beer box. "Just uh. Y'know, gimme a text."

Derek smiled and went over to the line, his stomach starting to pick up in intensity. He could feel it starting to squeeze and fill with juice by the way it sloshed when he walked. He leaned forward to hide the movements under the jacket as he waited for the person in front of him to pay, his stomach making increasingly loud, increasingly wet groans.

The person in front of him took his receipt and looked at Derek as he passed, clearly unhappy with the noise. He put up both cases on the counter and set his card against the chip reader, using his other hand to lean on the counter. The constant weight in his stomach was starting to turn from a dull ache to a steady pain as he heard the card reader beep.

"Keep the receipt," he said as he took the cases and slipped out the door.

...

When he got home, he set both cases down on the couch and kicked his shoes off to the side. His stomach ached and he was ready t-

The doorbell rang.

Oh my god please let me sit, he thought to himself.

He looked through the peephole and saw Kenny. Oh fuck, he saw.

After taking a deep breath, Derek opened the door.

"Hey man, what's up?" Derek said quickly.

"Hey man, can I come in for a sec?"

"Y-yeah, sure, why?"

Kenny stepped inside, "hey, y'know, we've been neighbors for a while, right? I uh, I see stuff. I see guys go in, I see... only you come out. I'm not dumb, I know what's goin on. I know where all the protein for that bulk comes from," he said laughing.

Derek was silently staring down at him.

Kenny stopped laughing and his smile dropped. "Look man, I got stuff in my apartment I don't want the cops going through. You can't be going out all..." Kenny mimed having a bloated stomach and Derek felt a bead of sweat running down his neck.

"All what, Kenny?"

Kenny froze, locking eyes with Derek. He reached for the doorknob but Derek was fast, grabbing him by the wrist so hard it hurt.

"A-Ah! Dude stop, stop! It doesn't have to be like this!"

Derek let go of his wrist and shoved Kenny down the hall. He turned the deadbolt and tossed his sweatshirt on the couch as Kenny stood up and tried to get his balance. He looked up and froze when he saw Derek approaching, the distinct shape of a man still shifting just underneath the muscles of his stomach.

"O-oh fuck. I-is... dude what the fuck."

The man struggled inside Derek's body, kicking and yelling. Derek could make out one word: "run."

Kenny crawled backwards until he hit the wall. When the meal in Derek's stomach gave another hard kick to his kidney, he flexed his abs hard, the vein in his forehead popping out. Kenny's blood ran cold when he heard a sickening crunch.

"Should have minded your own business, man."

Kenny tried to make a dash for the door, but Derek reached down and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him into a wall.

"Here man, since you're so curious," Derek said as he shoved Kenny to his knees and pushed his belly against the side of Kenny's head, "have a listen."

Kenny struggled and tried to push Derek back, but he was stronger than he could have imagined. He grabbed Kenny by the neck again and lifted him to his feet.

"I think his name started with an 'A'," Derek said as he made a strange face. His stomach gurgled and a few seconds later he coughed up a slimy, half-digested wallet. He opened it and looked at the license inside and showed Kenny, "I was right! His name was Aaron." He popped the wallet back into his mouth and swallowed it, forcing Kenny to watch as his throat bulged when it went down effortlessly.

"You know, it's so nice not to have to fuck my meal first for a change. You wanna know a secret?"

Kenny was too stunned to speak and just gasped.

Derek leaned in and whispered in his ear, "do you wanna know a secret?"

Kenny let out a sob and shook his head.

"Well I'll tell you anyway. Men taste so much better when they're afraid. Are you afraid?"

Kenny nodded and let out another sob.

"You should be. I'm going to digest you alive."

"P-please," Kenny said sobbing again.

"It's gonna hurt the whole time."

Kenny panicked and tried to fight back but barely shook Derek's arm.

Derek changed his grip and lifted Kenny by the back of the neck with one hand and grabbed one leg with the other. He put the first foot in his mouth - shoe and all, and swallowed while he grabbed the other foot. He bent Kenny over as he started to drag him in, his knees scraping Derek's teeth.

"No, no no no! NO!" Kenny screamed as he tried to swing a punch. He missed every swing as Derek turned him, forcing his legs to cross as he continued to descend down Derek's throat. He was at his waist and Derek straightened up, speeding up the processes as gravity started to do most of the work.

"You can't do this! You can't! DON'T DO THIS!"

He pushed against Derek's face, but his throat was too strong as the steady pull of his esophagus and hard pulses from forceful swallows dragged him deeper. When he felt teeth on his chest, Kenny pushed hard on Derek's shoulders but he wouldn't budge, and a hard gulp pulled him in so far his arms could no longer bend all the way down.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!" Kenny screamed as Derek gave another swallow, bringing Kenny's head into his jaws.

"SOMEONE PLEASE! HE'S EATING ME! PL-" Kenny's voice was suddenly muffled as Derek took another swallow, dragging his head into his throat. A few more gulps and all that remained outside were his hands. Derek walked over to the couch before the final swallow and plopped down. He gave one last very difficult gulp and felt Kenny's fingers disappear into his body.

As Kenny's body slipped under his rib cage and into the wider part of his stomach, Derek felt his entire center of gravity change. He pulled the lever on the couch to pop out the chair and leaned back as he felt Kenny's hand slip past the valve to his stomach, sealing him in permanently.

Kenny began to thrash as Derek turned on the TV and cracked open a beer. He chugged half the can and gave his enormous belly a rub. "Shouldn't've gotten involved bud."

Derek leaned his chair forward slightly so he could see over his gut, but after a few minutes of watching Kenny struggle and fight he leaned back again to watch.

He looked over at the box of beer cans and remembered Josh. He reached for his phone and punched in the number, hoping Josh wouldn't block him for calling.

"Hey it's Josh."

"Hey, it's Derek, from earlier."

"Oh, hey, didn't uh. Didn't expect you to call."

"Yeah uh. Well earlier you asked if I wanted to uh. Have dinner."

Derek blushed a little when he heard the voice on the other line laugh softly, "yeah, you feeling hungry mate?"

"Oh, well, I ate a pretty big meal."

"Yeah I remember you looked pretty full when I saw you earlier."

Derek grinned, "I mean I ate again just a minute ago."

Josh laughed, "Twice in one day?"

"Yeah, I didn't think I would be able to but I got it down. I was wondering if you want to come over for uh... dessert."

"Mate I'll level with you, I'm bad at the double-meaning thing, you askin if I want to come over for a good fuck?"

Derek laughed hard, "yeah, pretty much."

Josh laughed back, "alright yeah that sounds fucking great. Text me your address."

"Alright, see you in a bit then."

Derek texted Josh the address as Kenny thrashed in his stomach. He leaned back and finished off his beer, stretching as his stomach gurgled happily.

Part 2 Coming Soon!

#male pred #male vore #gay vore #m/m vore #unwilling prey #same size vore

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damianwaynerocks · 1 year

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back on my batfamily true crime bs

bruce and jason get into a huge argument. a massive one that ends in jason being barred from going on patrol with them. so what does he do? silly revenge.

jason todd starts an anonymous true crime podcast called that’s just called “todd tales.” it’s an investigative podcast about the death of jason todd.

since he’s legally dead & decides to be an anonymous podcaster, he goes full in. talks about his upbringing, saying things like “i spoke to one of jason’s old neighbor’s and this is what she has to say”

and the “neighbor” is stephanie who thinks it’s hilarious and goes along with it. “he and his mom’s boyfriends always got into fights,” she says with a british accent, “and one time i heard him & his dad yelling at each other, and then there was a loud crash. i walked out and his dad was at the bottom of the stairs.”

which leads jason to speculate that jason todd killed him, calling him “a badass motherfucker no wonder bruce wayne was in such awe of him”

and then as the episodes progress he talks about the theory that “jason todd secretly became robin but because he was so smart and cool bruce wayne had no idea that he was fighting with batman”

he has theories that he “investigates.” he goes over the official story- that jason was traveling with bruce, got kidnapped and held for ransom but something went wrong & he was accidentally killed - and then he says “but that’s fucking bullshit *laughs* as thought bruce wayne couldn’t pay a ransom”

his next theory is the truth, that he was robin & got murdered by a villain. he has two guests to prove it.

“im alvin draper, bruce’s former assistant,” tim (who is mad at bruce for making him go on a patrol on bernard’s birthday) says with a voice modular, “and i remember, after jason died, bruce ordered me to call the mortician who did the autopsy and tell him that bruce was offering him $1,000,000 to get out of gotham & sign a non-disclosure form to never speak about jason.”

jason then gets an “autopsy tech” who helped with the autopsy, the tech that bruce supposedly didn’t know was in the room because “bruce wayne is fucking stupid”.

“of course, the truth needs to be out there,” roy says dramatically. “no way he was accidentally shot like the official story says. he had several broken bones, obvious signs of blunt force trauma, and several burn scars, but absolutely no bullet holes.”

he gets hate comments about how he shouldn’t be talking about a dead teenager, but he doesn’t stop. (jason secretly loves it because it makes him feel like he hasn’t been forgotten) (but also he finds it hilarious bc they have no idea)

and bruce is furious. he knows it’s jason. he makes an official statement saying that the podcast is horrible and disrespectful. dick makes one too, saying that he can’t believe someone would do this about his little brother.

bruce, dick & damian hound jason to stop it. bruce yells at him, dick is trying to be nice because “i understand, but-“ and damian is like “i know i’ve given up murder but you’re considered dead anyways so therefore it does not count”

then alfred tells him, sternly, “master jason, please stop.” and jason feels so bad, so small because, like, it’s alfred, and deletes the podcast after the final episode.

but he’s still not allowed back on patrol.

#does this make sense #i just love revenge jason that doesn’t involve murder #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #robin #red hood #nightwing #batfamily headcanons #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne

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dazzlinghazefics · 9 months

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Issac Lahey x Reader : Secrets

Issac Lahey x witch!reader ;

angst ( lil' bit) ;

Issac Lahey had just one friend, i.e., you.

The poor troubled boy always had trouble in his plate with his father after his brother was slain in combat, as Mr. Lahey always blamed his younger son for the elder one's death and there was no form of physical and mental torture he didn't inflict upon.

You were Issac's neighbor and his only escape from the reality.

You both were close knit until the day he became a werewolf, thanks to Derek Hale.

You knew Issac was a werewolf he moment you watched him bump on Scott aggressively in the lacrosse field. The bite had worked.

You were a witch yourself, the bloodline from a famous coven of them, so you knew the supernaturals. And not to mention you knew Derek Hale very well, the new Alpha in town, whom you saw more as an elder brother than a wolf.

You were working with him from the shadows and even if he didn't admit it, Derek knew he wouldn't have lasted long without you, his little witchy by his side.

Although you began contemplating whether it was right to let him be a werewolf while watching Issac taking the school in a storm in leather jackets and cocky attitude.

He had completely turned his back away from you after the bite had transformed him and was hanging out more with his fellow wolves ( as expected.)

What you didn't knew is that Isaac was doing it all just because he didn't want to hurt you or face the thought of you leaving him after knowing what he had become.

You knew deep down your heart that this was bound to happen, but it couldn't stop your stupid freakin' heart from bleeding.

You love him. You love Issac Lahey. You have loved him always.

And couldn't help but be jealous of Erica and the girls Issac flirted with.

How much you wanted to run to him and tell him you know what he is and reveal what you are.

But you couldn't.

Not until it's the time too.

And you resolved to give the same cold treatment he was giving you, after that.

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A loud crash was heard as Derek dropped to the ground, unable to get up. Isaac tries to defend his Alpha by charging when Allison comes in front of him and attacks with the ring knives.

What an idiot! you scoff.

The fight and dramatics goes on for a while until you decide to step in when Gerard yells, 'Kill them all!' after his body rejects the bite due to mountain ash.

'Phasmatos Ossox'. you mumble as your eyes glow purple and the Kanima, aka Jackson's bones start to break with huge sound and he drops Allison.

You let the spell last for a while because you don't want Jackson to die, even though you have a good amount of dislike for him.

'Y/N?' Scott gasps as you step in from the shadows.

'I had a plan too, McCall.' you smirk and send Derek a wink, who smiles smugly, standing up.

'What are you?' Allison asks, between her coughs.

'A witch, sweetheart.' you smirk, cockily. Your attitude catches everyone off guard except the Hales, who knew you were a girl with many shades.

Issac just stays rooted in his spot, shocked.

Peter scoffs in his place, 'Dearest nephew rubbed his dramatic entrances on others very well.'

At the end of the day, after all the drama, you all were in Derek's loft, with you being the centre of attraction, sitting on the table, with your legs dangling and the attitude of 'I own this place.'

'You're a witch? How come we didn't smell you? And why didn't you tell us?' Scott is the one who speaks after a long moment of silence.

'I can mask my supernatural scent very well. I always opted to stay out of trouble but couldn't help but involve when Derek became the Alpha. I owe Talia and him a lot.'

Derek smiles a bit from his spot.

Stiles screeches at the smile and turns to you, ' Why didn't you approach Issac then, when he was pushing you away? You knew right he's a were wolf!'

'Who do you think gave the idea to Derek of giving the bite to Curly?'

A ghostly smile crept on Issac's lips as he continued being silent.

Curly.

The damn old nickname.

And it flickered in him. Hope. Hope of getting you back and then you won't be refused when he'll apologize and ask for forgiveness.

' Am hungry! Der Bear, Mexican tonight!' you yell after the pack had dispersed ( after almost two hrs of interrogation), except Issac, whom you were avoiding, more clearly giving him back what he had given you.

It's going to be a long night.

But in the end, he will get you.

And he'll confess what he had been hiding for years.

#issac lahey #issac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagines #issac lahey x reader #issac lahey x you #teen wolf

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Snow Day

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Warnings: A little Angst, Cursing, Fluff, and Names.

Word Count: 798

Summary: You and Steve was doing a snowball fight, and you accidentally break the grouchy neighbour's window causing a fight.

A/N: Hope you Enjoy!

You always wished that you could see snow when you were little and now is your time. You watched as it fell from the sky, to the huge pile in the ground. Everything was white.

You rushed to Steve's office and knocked on the door. You heard a faint, 'Come in' before opening the door. You opened the door and rushed to his side, pulling him out the chair. "Babe, babe, look, it's snowing outside. Can we go play?" Steve smiled at how you 're acting like a kid.

"Uh, sure, but after I'm done working." You buffed and rolled your eyes. "No, I wanna play now! Come on." Hearing you whine makes him look at you. He saw how desperate you were to go outside and he's been working for hours. He kind of felt bad. "Okay, we can go out, but go get dressed in warm clothes." You squeal before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, Thank you!" You practically ran upstairs to your shared room, to get your clothes in. Steve shook his head, smiling before putting on a warm jacket. By the time he got downstairs you were already at the door. "Hurry!" Steve finished putting on his gloves and opened the door.

You ran out, belly flopping in snow. You didn't care that it was cold because you were already having so much fun. You rolled on your back, making snow angels. "Stevie, come join me!" Steve walked over and sat down and began making angles with you.

You two were laughing and smiling, just having fun, but what you didn't know was that someone was watching and they weren't enjoying the show. You two calmed down, out of breath, looking up at the sky.

"Babe, you know what I want to do?" Steve looked at you already seeing a smile form on your beautiful face. "Snowball fight!" Behind your back, you were making a small snowball and you threw it at him getting up.

"Oh, it's on!" Steve challenged, making a big hall. He threw it at you, making you squeal. "Hey, that's not fair!" You came back with a bigger snowball, throwing it at him. You two pretty much seen who can throw the biggest ball. This went on for a couple of minutes until you threw a particular snowball.

Steve dodged it just in time for it not to hit him, but it did hit something. You two heard glass shatter, making y'all freeze. You two looked at each other and quiet down. You could hear yelling and cursing coming from one of your neighbors house.

All of a sudden, a white male, who was extremely chubby came out cursing. "Who the hell threw a snowball at my window!?" You looked down, ashamed, picking at your nails. "I'm sorry Sir, I can pay-" You tried apologizing, but the man was obviously not in the mood. He stepped near your face.

"Your such a dumb, slut! Did your parents not raise you right!?" Steve was quick to shield you from him, blocking you with his body. "Watch how you're talking to women." Steve's voice was stern.

He wasn't your sweet, nice, Steve anymore. "Well, maybe if she wasn't being a whore, she-" Steve didn't even wait to hear the full sentence before punching him in the nose. The sickening crack could be heard, following groans from the man.

Steve tried to get to the guy once more, but you held him back. "Steve, Steve, baby, stop!" You grabbed his bicep tightly, pulling him back. "No, he's gonna learn not to respect women, especially mine." He broke out your hold, got on top of the man and began throwing haymakers at him.

The man tried covering himself, putting his hands up, but Steve was much stronger and fit. You looked around and saw other neighbors come out and pull Steve off. The man got up as fast as he could and ran back to his house. "Don't even disrespect my family again!" Steve finished, throwing a snowball at his door. The other neighbors looked on proud.

"Thank you for dealing with him, he's always been an asshole." The neighbor said, patting Steve's back, before going into his house. Steve took a deep breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby, do you still wanna play in the snow?" Now it was your turn to smile.

"No, I don't wanna play in the snow anymore.. Seeing you get so mad and protective was hot. Do you think we can play with something else?" You looked at him with doe eyes and he knew what you were talking about. "You dirty girl." He picked you up, made you squeal and brought you into the house.

Let's just say you two had more fun than being outside.

#steve rogers #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x wife!reader #marvel x reader #chris evans fluff

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rhoorl · 9 months

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Working Title - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 6.2k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 5 on AO3

Chapter Summary: It’s time for the party! We meet a couple more side characters. Plus, more best friend vibes happening with Belle and Indy. Toward the end we go through a more rapid fire of alternating POVs, I hope it translates the way I pictured it in my head!!

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing and allusions to smut.

Indy could tell you were starting to get in your head about the party and knew just how to get you to loosen up.

“Ok, pick a playlist,” she calls over to you as she tosses her phone.

“Jeez, you know I can’t catch for shit,” you say as you barely grasp her phone in your hands, looking through her Spotify to find what to listen to.

“You thinking champagne or a mixed drink?” she asks over her shoulder as she saunters into the kitchen.

“Isn’t it a little early?” you ask and before she can retort you follow it up with, “And don’t say it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, for the love,” you chuckle.

“We aren’t going to pregame hard, B, just a little something to sip on while we get ready!”

It had been a while since you both had gotten ready together to go to a party. When you lived in New York you’d spent many a night crowding into your tiny bathroom fighting for mirror space as you got ready to head to a club or bar. You’d sing and dance to whatever mix CD Indy had burned. Sometimes it still makes you gag to think you both used to rip cheap vodka shots straight without chasers.

Although the location is different, the energy is still the same with you two – giggling, reminiscing about old times, and sipping on the champagne Indy popped open.

She’s been on her phone off and on texting, smiling at herself when she didn’t think you were looking. At one point you both decide to Facetime Rhys.

“Hey! How are you two doing?” he picks up on the second ring, sitting on his couch presumably watching a hockey game or whatever other sport was on TV.

“Hi Rhys!” you wave. “Thank you soooo much for upgrading my flight, that was clutch!”

“Yea and this fucking room?! Rhys, you’ve outdone yourself!” Indy chimed in.

“Ha, well I’m glad you both like it, you deserve it, both of you.”.

“Oh Rhys, you’ll never guess what happened this morning!”

“Shh, stop it he doesn’t want or need to know about that,” you chide her.

“Know about what?” he smirked.

“So I walk outside to the balcony this morning, which is huge by the way,” she says as she puts down the phone against the mirror and keeps putting on her eyeliner. “I was looking for Indy so we could have our coffee together and I walk out there and see her staring at the balcony next to us where freaking Dieter was standing – without a shirt on! Her mouth was practically on the floor drooling over him.”

“Oh my gosh Ind, my mouth wasn’t on the floor,” you roll your eyes. “Rhys, I was behaving myself.”

“Oh, you were behaving yourself when you moaned about how good a fucking cookie tasted?” she laughed.

“Wait, what?”

“Ugh, never mind Rhys. It was nothing.”

Rhys starts to smile, laughing when he says “So I guess you met your neighbor then, huh?”

“It was so funny Rhys, she was so flustered it was so cute!”

You kind of paused for a bit at his reaction. He was trying to act surprised, but he was a terrible liar. What is he up to?

By this point, he and Indy had moved on to another topic you barely even heard, still lost in thought.

“I should be there in about a week or so. I haven’t booked my flight yet, but I’m excited to visit my two favorite girls!”

“We can’t wait to see you!”

“Yea both owe you a big hug,” Indy added.

“Ok ladies, have fun tonight, but not too much fun,” he winked.

Indy hangs up her phone and you both finish the last touches to your makeup. You offered to do it for Indy, but she refused. She had watched you so much over the years, studying your techniques, and eventually picked up a few basic things. And honestly, with her, it didn’t take much to still look stunning.

Putting on one last spritz of hairspray, you give yourself a final look before heading to your room to get dressed. You slip out of your t-shirt and shorts and walk over to grab a bra out of the dresser. As you open the drawer to look in, your mind wanders to Dieter. You were nervous to see him. Presumably, tonight was going to be the closest you’ve both been to each other physically. The first time you were separated by a couch and this morning you were separated by the balconies.

Indy’s voice is coming through loud and clear in your head, if you want to feel confident wear something that makes you feel good. Spurned by that thought and the champagne, you rummage through the drawer and decide on the black bra that makes your boobs look amazing. You also decide to change into a skimpier pair of underwear figuring if you felt sexy, it may help you feel flirty.

You head over to your shoes and slip on a pair of sandals. Your finishing touches were your watch, a bracelet Indy got you for a birthday, and a pair of diamond earrings. Grabbing your purse, you head out to the living room where Indy is texting and smiling at her phone.

She sees you and starts to whistle, “Ok sexy mama! I see you!”

“Oh my god, Ind,” you laugh.

“Alright, ready to do this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Oh c’mon, you’re getting good at going to these!”

You’ve been accompanying Indy to these types of parties for more than a decade now. They’ve run the gamut from boring to wild – the stories you both could share! By all accounts, tonight is going to be pretty chill; some of the cast and crew traveled with their families and were bringing them over. The only part that always made you nervous was when inevitably you and Indy would get separated. At least this time around, you will have some friendly faces in the crowd.

Indy shoots another quick text, smirking at her phone.

“Ok, let’s do this!”

Dieter had spent the afternoon looking over scripts and chatting with the writers. He was a TV and film nerd and loved the process of making the art. Lizzie always told him he should write or direct something of his own, but he had never followed through despite the countless notes of ideas on his phone.

He’s lost in a daydream, thinking of the morning and what he should have said, or wanted to say when his PA Danny walks in. In his early years, Dieter went through PAs like nothing. Over time he realized they only ever wanted the drugs he could score, or to fuck him. And, frankly, he saw them the same way too for a while.

Danny had been with him for the past couple of years. He was young and a hard worker, no job or task was too small for him. Dieter liked his work ethic and respected his hustle, so he looked out for Danny. When Dieter wasn’t working, he would make sure to find Danny a gig with a fellow actor friend. They’d grown to have a bit of a brotherly relationship.

Danny sits down across the table from Dieter, unwrapping a package and pulling something out.

I know that packaging.

“Danny, what is that?” he pointed at Danny’s mouth as he was mid-bite.

“It’s…uh…a cookie,” he mumbled out with his mouth full. After he chewed and shallowed he added, “Did you get one in your welcome basket? They’re so fucking good and it’s from a local company too. Want one?” he offered Dieter the other one.

“Uh. Yea. I mean. No, I don’t want one, knock yourself out. Wait, did you say they were a local company?”

“Yea,” he continued to chew. “I’ve been talking with the other PAs, apparently they make them here on the island and there’s like a fuck ton of other flavors. It’s been like Pokemon trading cookies with everyone today,” he laughed.

“Dan - how close is this place?”

“Uh, I don’t know, let me look,” wiping his mouth and grabbing his phone. Once he pulled it up he turned the phone to Dieter, “Looks like it’s 20 minutes away!”

Looking down at his watch, Dieter does some quick math. “Danny, you up for a little adventure?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Ok, phone, wallet, room key. Check, check, and check! Let’s go do this!” Indy said, slapping you on the ass as she walked by you and opens the door.

“Hey, ouch!”

As you close the door behind you, you hear her yell “Hold the elevator please!” Your heart skips a beat at who could be waiting for you in the elevator.

You look down the hallway and see an arm pop through the closing elevator doors, stopping them and opening them back up. As the elevator doors open back up, you hear a deep voice call out, “Indy?”

“Hey Sam!” she gushes as she hustles over to the elevator.

You exhale but also have a tinge of disappointment come over you. You hurry so you don’t keep them waiting, glancing over to the door to Dieter’s room as you walk by. I wonder where he is.

“Oh my gosh, Sam you haven’t met Belle yet!” Indy said as she ushered you into the elevator. You could see why Indy was into Sam. He was tall, fit, with a great smile, and he had the most piercing blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you! Indy has been talking about you non-stop,” he laughs and goes in for a hug, which you reciprocate. Wrapping your arms around his back you add another reason to the “why Indy is obsessed with Sam” list – the guy was made of pure muscle. “She said you were beautiful, but you’re even more stunning in person,” he says in his low, Southern drawl.

Okay. I can see why she’s all googly-eyed now. This guy is a charmer. Normally this shit would be a red flag, but he seems sweet.

“It’s nice to meet you too Sam. You’re even more handsome than she described,” you winked at him. For as awkward as you could be, there was something about playing a wing woman to Indy that made you a little bolder.

Looking over at Indy she is beaming. She sidles over to Sam and you look down to your phone to give them a little privacy. You stop on a floor to let a few people in when you hear him whisper in her ear, “You look absolutely stunning, baby.”

They were practically eye fucking each other the whole ride down, which made you wonder how far Indy had gone with him.

You make it down to the first floor and the elevator empties into the lobby. Ari is getting out of another elevator and you wave to her so she can join headed to the front of the resort. Along the way, Ari tells you that Mitch organized a few shuttles to help get people to and from the party.

Getting to the entrance, you see a full shuttle leaving as an empty one pulled up. Sam let you and Ari go ahead before letting Indy board ahead of him. Ari takes a window seat and you scoot in next to her, Indy taking the window seat in the row behind you, Sam following closely behind.

Sitting at the front of the shuttle, you are practically the unofficial greeter, saying hi or at least smiling to everyone who boards. You look to the outside of the shuttle where a line was forming, looking for that distinct mop of fluffy hair above the crowd. He said he was going to be there, maybe he already left. Or, he’s not into this kind of stuff and is going as late as possible to still make an appearance. You battle back and forth with yourself and suddenly realize the shuttle closed its doors and is starting to move.

Behind you, you could hear Indy giggling as Sam whispers to her. Oh, they’re fucking. Making a mental note to ask her long that’s been going on. You smile to yourself, happy that Indy seems to be head over heels for the guy, but a little concerned seeing as filming hasn’t even started yet – what if something happens? That would be awkward.

Ari makes small talk with you on the way to the party and before you know it, the shuttle is coming to a stop.

“Holy shit, this place is nice,” Ari says under her breath.

“Seriously. I’m totally going to get lost,” you chuckle.

You all file out of the shuttle and are greeted by servers with glasses of champagne. Add another glass to my tally. You follow the crowd up the stairs and across the threshold of the house which opens up into an open-air living room overlooking a huge backyard with a fantastic pool.

“Wow, this is nice,” you hear Indy come up next to you.

“Seriously. So … who is Mitch?”

Looking around, Indy spots him. “Hey Mitch!” she yells, waving at a man standing by the bar in the backyard. She grabs your hand and ushers you over to him, Ari and Sam trailing behind.

“Indy, great to see you,” the man says going in for a hug.

“Thanks so much for having us, it’s so fun that we get to start off the shoot this way!” Oh, she’s on her schmooze game. “Oh, I need to introduce you to one of the most talented hair and makeup artists I know, and she’s my best friend,” she beamed motioning over to you.

You introduce yourself and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, thanks for having us!”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, glad you’re joining the crew. I hope you all have fun tonight, make yourselves at home. If you want to get in the pool go ahead, we have towels. There’s a bar and food,” he motions over to the bar and the full buffet set up. “Otherwise, just have fun!”

“Thank you!” you all chime in.

“Indy, Sam, could I steal you both?” he asks as he guides them to another group of people standing around a high-top table. They look a bit more dressed up than everyone else. They must be from the studio.

Poor Indy, these types of events seemed so exhausting. She had to be “on” for most of the party trying to make sure she talked with the right people and said the right things.

You take a second to scan around the party. Another shuttle of people had been dropped off by this point. Hmm, I don’t see him. You tried to not let your disappointment show. Besides, it’s not like even if he was here he’d talk to you. Look at Indy, she’s going to be busy all night, so he will be too.

You and Ari head over to the bar to grab a drink. A few of the other PAs were hanging out at a nearby table so she heads over there. You manage to find Meredith and some of the other stylists and grab some food and talk. She gets you all to play two truths and a lie as an icebreaker to get to know everyone. You all end up laughing to the point of tears at how ridiculous some of the lies were. After a while, some of the group decides it’s time for a cigarette so they get up to leave.

With the sun starting to set, you take it as a good opportunity to sneak away and try and take some photos of the spectacular sunset. And also recharge your social battery. You liked being around people, but you didn’t get energy from it like Indy did.

As walk around, you hope to catch a glimpse of Dieter. While you didn’t see him, you did see Indy. She was in the pool leaning against the side, talking to Sam who was sitting on a nearby lounger. You gave her a wave and as discreet of a thumbs up as you could as you weaved your way through the crowd.

Exploring the backyard, you head down a path and find a little secluded spot with a perfect view of the ocean. You see a little bench right next to a small pond with some beautiful koi fish swimming along. Sitting down, you take out your phone and start snapping photos and taking some videos to post on your Instagram stories. You lost track of time and almost didn’t hear the rustling and footsteps behind you. Turning around, you see that Dieter is coming your way down the path.

He sees you and gives a lopsided grin, one of his dimples peeking through.

“Hey! I was looking for you,” he waves with his left hand, rubbing the back of his neck with his right as he approaches. “Mind if I join you?” he motions towards the bench.

Looking for me? Ok, breathe. Remember to breathe. Shit, he looks good.

He was wearing light gray chino shorts, a plain, black t-shirt, and sneakers. You couldn’t help but linger over how tight the sleeves of his shirt were over his biceps. His hair was a bit more tamed than it was this morning, but it still had gorgeous curls and waves.

“Oh, h-hi Um, yea be my guest,” you bow towards the seat. Why are you bowing, that’s lame. “How long have you been at the party?”

“I, uh- I just got here, a little while ago. I had to take care of something and then Danny drove us over.”

“Danny?”

“Oh, uh, my PA. Good kid,” he smiles. “Um. Y-you look beautiful,” he whispered as he looked down at his hands.

Wait, he’s nervous too, right? Holy fucking shit, just remember to breathe. But also, girl, take advantage of this.

“You look nice too. You put on a shirt for the occasion,” you winked at him.

He laughed, “Touché, but I can’t tell if you mean that’s a good or a bad thing.”

You bite your lip and look down. Ahhhhhh.

“So, uh,” he clears his throat. “Did you have a good day today?”

“Uh, yea. Yea, it was busy but fun,” you said turning towards him. “Did you?”

He seemed to be taken aback that you asked him such a simple question and seemed to care about the response. “Y-yea. I’d say it started off pretty well,” he winked.

“Ha, yea. Although it did take me a while to actually get a hot cup of coffee,” you laughed.

“Maybe we can make up for it tomorrow morning,” he said a bit lower.

You breathing hitches.

“I- uh. I mean from each of our balconies. Not from the same one. Unless. Uh- shit, sorry” he starts to ramble shaking his head as he rubs the back of his neck.

You don’t understand how this man could ever be flustered, let alone around you, but you had to admit each time it happened it was really cute.

You laugh and then softly say, almost as a whisper so he doesn’t hear, “I actually would like that.”

His face softens, “You would?” You nod. “Yea, I would too,” he smiles.

“Only one problem though,” you replied.

He furrows his brows together, “and what’s that?”

“We only had that one package of cookies in our basket, and I need something sweet with my first coffee of the day.”

“Oh that is a dilemma then isn’t it,” he laughs. Leaning further into your space he whispers “I think we can figure something out,” with a wink.

You let out a nervous laugh, biting your lip again. Holy fucking shit.

As if she knew you needed help, you suddenly hear your phone ring and look to see a call coming in from Indy. You usually kept your phone on silent, but in situations like tonight, you both kept your ringers on. It started when you used to go clubbing, that way in case one of you needed to help the other would be able to hear their phone.

“Oh, sorry, I have to get this. She would only call if it were an emergency.”

“Of course!” Dieter looks concerned, clearly hoping everything was ok with Indy.

You give him a small smile and answer, “Hey, Ind, are you ok?” furrowing your brows in concern.

“Y-yea, yea. Um, pineapples.” Over the years, you both developed a series of code words to help get each other out of bad or awkward situations. Luckily, this one was not a serious one, but she still needed your help.

You let out an exhale and smirked, “Ok, where are you?”

Dieter looks a bit confused, looking at your face to see what’s going on. “She’s ok,” you mouth to him and he nods.

“Second-floor bathroom, it’s to the left when you walk up.”

“Ok, be right there.” Hanging up the phone you turn back to him. “Sorry, I have to go find her. We’ve got a wardrobe malfunction,” you laugh.

“Oh shit, yea let’s go so you can take care of that.”

He gets up from the bench and lets you walk in front of him, lightly touching the small of your back as he leads you around the path. You’re thankful that your back is to him because you blush at his touch and also curse yourself for being so affected by something so small – a simple courteous gesture.

He keeps his hand there until you reach the party again, bringing both hands into his pockets. “Do you know where to go?”

“Yea, she said she’s on the second floor. I, uh, I’ll see you around?”

He smiles, “Definitely.”

You hate to turn away and leave, but you’re also so curious as to what situation Indy has found herself in.

BELLE: Headed upstairs

INDY: THX 🙏

As you make it to the stairs, you see Sam hurriedly making his way down. He has a sheepish look as he sees you, trying to avoid your gaze.

“Hey Sam, do you know where Indy is?”

“Uh, y-yea, she’s the second door on the left,” he glances away trying to avoid eye contact.

Confused you keep heading up the stairs, You know nothing bad happened because she used pineapples but Sam’s demeanor was a far cry from the confident swagger he had earlier. He seemed embarrassed.

You made it to the door and gave your customary three knocks so Indy knew it was you. She opens the door slightly poking just her eyes out. Confirming it was you, she opens the door the rest of the way and pulls you in. Then you see her and let out a laugh.

“Hooooly shit Ind! What the fuck happened?” pointing to the huge hickey on the left side of her neck with one hand and covering your mouth in shock with the other.

“Can you fix it?” she asks nervously as she looks in the mirror, trying to tame her mussed-up hair.

“Well, I left my special effects make-up at home. Ow!” she punches you in the arm as you laugh. “But I do have a small kit with me so we can make it work. Here sit.”

She gets up on the counter extending her head back, exposing more of her neck so you can see the full brunt of what you have to work with.

“Sooo…care to share with the class how this happened?”

She rolls her eyes, “I think you know how this happens, B.”

Pulling back and putting your arms up in surprise, “Hey! I’m the one helping you remember. I can walk out and leave you to work the room with that gigantic mark on your neck,” you tease.

She lowers her chin looking at you with a smirk, “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” She lifts her chin again as you start to mix some of the concealers.

Knowing you weren’t going to drop it, she finally caved, “So, Sam and I came in here.”

“No! I’m shocked!” you say sarcastically as she gives you another stern look. “Ok, ok I’m sorry!”

“We were fooling around and next thing I know I glance in the mirror and see this,” motioning to her neck, “and I freaked out. It's too big to cover up with just my hair. So, that’s when I called you. Sam was still here, he felt really bad. He stayed the whole time, but left when you texted.”

“The guy could barely look at me when I came up the stairs,” you chuckled, applying the makeup to the area. It wasn’t going to be a perfect cover-up job, but between Indy's long hair and your rushed handiwork, you both could leave without anyone being the wiser of her romp in the bathroom.

“So, how long have you guys been hooking up?”

“Um, it’s been … a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?! And you didn’t tell me!”

“I was going to, I swear. I just … I don’t know. He's younger, you know. I really, really like him, but I wanted you to meet him first.”

“Well, he's not that much younger," you wink. "And seems lovely and he’s clearly dicked you down well enough that you didn’t even notice him doing this on you. Seriously, Indy this is like the biggest one you’ve ever had!”

You both giggle, Indy noticeably relaxing now that she’s clued you into how involved she’s become with Sam.

As you were finishing up, she asked how you had been enjoying the party. You tell her about some of the two truths and a lie the other stylists shared.

“Oh, did Dieter ever find you?”

“Huh?”

“He was looking for you. When he got here I could see him looking around and when he saw me, he made a beeline over. He was trying to play it cool, asked where my ‘sidekick’ was,” she gave air quotes. “I saw you walk down toward the path, so I sent him that way. Did he find you? Wait, were you with him when I called?”

You nodded.

“Shiiit, I’m sorry!” she smacks her the palm of her hand to her forehead. “I feel like a jackass. You were getting some alone time and here I am messing it up!”

“It’s really fine, Ind. You actually called at a perfect time because I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going.”

“Oooo go on ….” she waggles her eyebrows.

“We were kind of starting to talk about repeating our coffee and cookie thing tomorrow morning…I think.”

Indy hops down from the counter and grabs your shoulders.

“Holy shit! So, are we talking like from his place? Or ours? If it’s ours please let me know so I can put in earplugs.”

“Indy!! Not like that,” you shake your head and look down. “Me on my balcony and he would be on his.”

Arching her eyebrow and tilting her chin down she gives you a lopsided grin. “Ok, Belle, ok. But I’m sure he was thinking it.”

“Oh stop it,” you laugh and then start to yawn. The jet lag and excitement all starting to catch up with you.

“Oh shit, you’re probably tired, huh? I keep forgetting you came from the East Coast. Wanna head back? It’s getting late anyway and we want to make sure you are well-rested for your coffee date!”

“It’s not a date, he probably won’t even show up.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand as you both head out of the bathroom. You make it downstairs and see a group starting to make their way to the shuttle so you shuffle in step with them and head back.

The shuttle ride was uneventful and you made it up to your room. Indy unlocks the door and you both file in. You start to head over to your bedroom, but stop when you see a giant box sitting on the kitchen island. You both look at each other confused as to who left something in your room. You figured it was either Rhys sending you both a surprise or maybe even Sam as an apology.

Indy skips over to the box, snatching the note to read it. She stops and looks up at you with a smile and doesn’t say anything, she just extends the note to you to read.

Turns out they have a bunch of flavors. Pick a few for tomorrow! - D

“Holy fucking shit, Belle, this is the cutest thing ever!”

Getting a gift from a man was a pretty foreign concept to you. The only gifts you had received in recent years either came from your dad, Rhys, or Indy's brother. Ryan had forgotten your last several birthdays and anniversaries.

You step around Indy to see exactly what was in the box. The company that made the cookies from this morning apparently makes several other flavors. It looks like there are about 12 different varieties in this box, but you notice a few boxes of the macadamia nut flavor, which makes you blush.

“He had to have done that earlier today! I saw him talking with Danny, his PA, and then they grabbed some car keys and left.”

You started pulling out the boxes, unsure what to even say or think.

“Umm. Earth to Belle? Dieter surprised you with a cute gift. He wants to see you tomorrow morning. Honestly, babe, if I were you I would just knock on his door and invite yourself in right now.”

“You know I’m not doing that. Besides, we don’t even know if he’s back yet.”

“I know, but could you imagine? He would absolutely flip.”

You wanted to smile, but something stopped you. You felt like there had to be a catch. There’s no way this was happening to you.

“I can’t meet him tomorrow,” shaking your head at the sheer ridiculousness of this situation.

“What?! Why?” Indy mumbled as she stuffed a cookie in her face.

“Because this is probably some big elaborate joke or something.”

“You and I both know that’s a load of bullshit you’re telling yourself. Don’t build that wall up. Stop it.”

She knew you better than anyone and knew exactly how your head was spiraling. You felt like you didn’t deserve to have someone, especially a man, do nice, sweet things for you. And if someone did, it was with a catch or out of obligation.

“I am setting my alarm and dragging your ass out of bed myself.”

“Please don’t do that. Besides we both know you will sleep through that alarm,” you smirk.

“Fine. But please promise me you’ll go outside and have coffee with him. This,” she gestures to the sampler box of cookies, “is too fucking cute. Rhys said he hasn’t heard of Dieter dating or even being interested in someone in years, so he’s probably just as nervous as you are.”

Is that true? I mean, now that I think of it I haven't read about him being linked to someone in years. Also, why are Rhys and Indy talking about Dieter's dating life?

Taking a deep breath you straighten up and look over at Indy who has opened up another box to try. “Ok, I’ll try.”

“Ooo you should text him thank you!” You give her a look. “Before you say ‘I can’t do that I don’t have his number’ yes you do!” She grabs her phone from her purse and starts to go through the contacts. “Here, I’m texting you his number.”

Her text comes through and you stare at your phone. I mean, he did get you a gift, the proper thing to do would be to acknowledge it.

Indy comes around next to you as you both lean over the kitchen island, looking at your phone. It brought you back to when you both used to sit in front of the computer, trying to compose the perfect AIM message to your crushes. You keep staring and Indy grabs the phone, “Ok I’ll just do it. ‘Dear Dieter, let’s skip the coffee and I’ll give you my cookie instead’ winky face.”

You snatch the phone from her, realizing she didn’t actually type any of that and she was fucking with you. “Oh my gosh, Indy! First of all, no. Second, the cookie pun, really? I am just going to say ‘Hey it’s Belle, thanks for the cookies, that’s sweet’. Simple and I still get a pun in,” you chuckle.

“Come onnnn. The guy got something for you, you made plans to see him tomorrow morning. Be a little flirty! Let’s speed this shit up!”

Rolling your eyes you look back at your phone and start to type with a smirk. When you were done you hand her back the phone, “This ok?”

“Do it!”

Dieter wasn’t one for parties anymore, although this one sounded like it would be pretty tame and safe. He knew he would have to make an appearance, but it definitely made it more appealing to see you and hopefully get a chance to talk.

He was relieved when he finally saw you, his breath catching. Wow, she’s beautiful. He thought that this morning when he saw you with no makeup, a messy bun, and glasses. Now, your hair was down and he could see your eyes better. He was nervous to talk to you, but excited, trying to turn on some charm to see how you’d react. Every time you bit your lip, he could feel his shorts get a little tighter. All he wanted to do was reach over and kiss you.

When Indy called he was concerned, but then a bit frustrated. He felt you were maybe starting to reciprocate some of his advances.

Knowing that you would be occupied with Indy, he decided to head out and drive himself back to the resort. On his way, he called the front desk agent to let them know to proceed with the plan. After he hung up a wave of nerves washed over him.

That was probably too much, right? Like who the fuck buys someone cookies? But, it gives me an excuse to see her again. You’re going to see her on set every day though. I wonder if she’s back yet. No, she and Indy are probably still having fun. Am I coming on too strong? I always come on too strong.

He makes it back upstairs and starts pacing around his room, his insecurity and anxiety starting to spike. He sits on the couch and does some breathing exercises. In … two … three … out … two … three .. four … five.

After doing this for several minutes, he feels himself calming down, deciding to go lay down on his bed. Shrugging off his shorts and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts, he pulls off his shirt and slides under the covers, and grabs the remote. He’s honestly not sure what’s on the TV, he finds the noise comforting as he zones out.

Then, he hears his phone ding.

“Ok, sent. Shit!” you bury your face in your hands.

“It’s a pretty innocent text.”

You both stare at the phone screen waiting. After a couple of minutes, you see that the message has been read. Shit. He’s not typing. Wait, yes he is. Ugh, then he stopped.

“Aww, it seems like he’s nervous too,” Indy teases bumping your shoulder with hers.

Dieter sees a text come in from a random number. Normally, he would just ignore it, but the timing was coincidental so he unlocked his phone.

I’ll bring the cookies, you bring the coffee?

He exhales and smiles. Although the text is from a random number he knows who it’s from and goes to immediately save the number.

His stomach does a flip as he decides how he wanted to play this. Ok, breathe.

Indy shrieks when the phone dings again.

DIETER: Oh, I think that can be arranged sweetheart.

DIETER: What time? I want to make sure the coffee is hot for you…

“Ohhh shit!” Indy grabs you by the shoulders and shakes. “See, I fucking told you!”

“Shit, what do I say?”

Ugh. Was that too much? That second bit was too much, right?

Ding. Dieter unlocks his phone.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Hmm. Like 6? Is that too early?

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Also, any requests?

Ding.

“Oh, this is so fun!” Indy giggles.

DIETER: 6 is perfect.

DIETER: Macadamia nut please. 😉

Indy gets up and starts running around the kitchen island giggling. You couldn’t help but smile. Suddenly you weren’t tired anymore, this interaction giving you a little burst of adrenaline.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: I think that can be arranged.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Good night. And thank you, by the way. 🙂

“Was the smiley too much?”

“He sent you a goddamn winky face, so no I don’t think a smiley is too much.”

Ding.

DIETER: Sweet dreams, Belle.

“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

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A/N: Eeek! I hope you liked the last bit alternating between them receiving texts from each other. Our poor, flustered babies! They’ll get it together, I promise. I'm honestly a little intimidated of writing the smut, but these two need it dammit, so I'll get over myself :)

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Rivalryএ [a.a]

synopis: you and abby have been academic rivals since sophmore year in college, trying your best to beat her, you two dispised eachother, untill your friends make you go to a party instead of studing.

a/n: part 1/? also this is kinda long srry😭

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You hade a huge History test, it was worth 75% of your grade, your teacher reminded you guys to study after every class.

You were wating for class to end, watching the clock tick. You turn your head eyes darting the class room, out of pure boredom. Your eyes landed on your rival, she was typing away, on her laptop, you hated her, but not the way she looked, not her nicley toned arms, or her pretty face, or the way those couple strands of hair framed her face.

She glanced up and looked at you.

She smirked and mouthed "What?" You rolled your eyes and looked back at your notes continuing to type. Your teacher droned on for the next 30 minutes preparing your class for the test.

"Don't forget to study for the test on monday you guys, have a great weekend!" Said your teacher she was so sweet, but talked so much.

You packed up and walked out of class with your friends you guys talked about how you were nervous for the test.

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It was 10:35 pm you were studing but all the noise coming from your neighbors was too much.

Thats when you got a call from your friend.

"Y/n why aren't you out with us?"

"I'm studying, I'll party with you guys tommorow."

"No, put your pencil down, and come out with us, I dont care about your dumb compitition with Abby, if you dont arrive in about an hour I'm going to keep annoying you untill you do, okay?"

"Ugh, fine, send me the address"

You hung up, took a shower, styled your braids into a half up half down, did your makeup, and drove to the party.

When you arrived you felt the base of the music as soon as you stepped out your car.

You walked in, and looked around for your friends, you couldn't see them anywhere.

You texted your friend

"Where are u, I dont see u"

"Okay I'm by the dj look over here"

"I see u, Im waving my hand"

"Kay"

You walked over by the dj, you saw your friend, but you also saw Abby

Your whole mood changed, you brushed past her making her spill her drink.

"What the fuck!" She yelled, "Oh, sorry was that me?" You questioned inoccently. "Yeah, you fuckin' did so apologize" she furrowed her eyebrows angrily.

You shrugged your shoulders "No" you walked away quickly, you may do things to piss her off, but you would never fight her, she'd probably kill you.

You were having a nice time when you decided to get, you and your friends some more drinks. You walked over to the bar and sat down.

You heard strong steps behind you, boots hitting the ground in a harsh fashion. You heard the chair next to you squeak.

You turned your head, it was Abby. you scoffed and sat in silence wairing for the bartender.

"You're so pretty you know that?" She slurred her words.

"Abby you're drunk, you don't even know who I am right now." You stated

"Yes I do Y/n".

You looked at her in shock she laughed at your reaction. "What, suprised?"

She continued, "I've been dreaming of this moment, ever since I've laid eyes on you."

you sat there stunned your mouth agape, your breathing harsh, your shock got stopped short from Abby's soft, plump lips kissing you harshly.

You felt her sloppily make out with you, you'd be lying if you said you didnt enjoy it.

"Abby, youre drunk, you just cant think straight right-"

"I never think straight when I'm around you." she chuckled out.

She grabbed your arm softly, and guided you both through the crowd, you allowed her. She dragged you into the bathroom, and pushed you agianst the cool tiles.

She kissed you sloppily, and harshly. after a frw minutes she staryed to get impatient. she sat you on the counter, almost ripping your clothes off.

You took her muscle tee off, you starred at her beautifly toned abs, with freackles trailing down.

"It's rude to stare" she chuckled "Oh, shut up, you stare too."

She groped your tits through the bra, becoming umpatient once more she took your bra off quick.

Her eyes landed on your chest, the site to die for in Abby's eyes, she toyed with your silver jewlrey.

"When did you get them pierced?" she questioned flirtasiously.

"t's none of your buisness" you said breathly going in for another kiss, taking her pants off in a rush.

You saw the bulge in her boxers, why had'nt you noticed before?

"Is that..." you sat stunned

"Yup" she said she pulled her boxers down, and spread your thighs apart, she rubbed the dark purple strap over your clothed cunt.

You whined at the feeling pulling your panties down.

"Needy much, youre already wet"

You felt the wave of cockyness rush over Abby "Shut up" you said while grabbing her face forcing your tounge in her mouth.

She pulled back and hooked your leg over her shoulder. she thrusted into you harshly, your other leg wrapped around her waist keeping her in place, she slammed her hips into you agian and agian.

She thrusted it into your gushy cunt, the lewd sound of the friction area filing the echoing bathroom.

She held onto your hips making sure you couldnt squirm away from her, she kept you like that untill you where out of break saying her name like a prayer.

"Ab-" You tried to speak but she shut you up. "Be quiet" she commanded.

You gasped as you tried telling her agian, but it was too late, you squirted on her lower body.

She chuckled at the site. She let you go lowering herself to your heat.

She played with your clit, making you jerk your hips towards her, she latched her mouth onto your cunt cleaning you up. she sucked on your thighs leaving marks.

She kissed back up your body, making you shudder at her soft, warm touch.

You cleaned up and went back out into the party, you felt Abbys eyes on you burning holes into the back of your head, as you walked away.

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i-write-abt-a-buncha-stuff · 1 year

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König HC’s :)

oh my LORT y’all, i’m in the cod pipeline, and it’s GREAT

Here are some general and nsfw hc’s for our favorite anxious 6’10 Austrian :D

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He loves to surprise you

To some degree, you never really know when he's going to be home

He’ll tell you he’ll be away for a few weeks to even a couple months, only to be home when you get off work

He always brings something back from you, whether it’s a small trinket he got from a corner store, or something he made for you while hiding out, he’ll always have something for you.

He bought a small digital camera that he takes with him on every mission, and takes pictures of all the sights he sees

He also uses it to take pictures of you two on dates

VERY sentimental, the first gift he ever gives you is a scrapbook, with every picture he took

Pictures are labeled with things like “The sunset reminded me of Y/N”, “The time Y/N let me braid their hair” or “Y/N’s favorite flower”

Prefers dates at home, where he can really relax and be himself with you

Calls you from a burner phone every single night he’s away

LOVES carrying you

It doesn’t matter how tall or big you are, he INSISTS on carrying you places

Physical touch is his love language

When you two are out, he will have his hands somewhere on you, even if it’s just his arm draped around your shoulders

Likes having you in his lap during any downtime at home

Has made a habit of taking a shirt of yours and dousing it in your perfume to take with him on missions

LOVES video games, and gets ecstatic when you play with him

You’re his personal support, and he’d have it no other way

If you two play a FPS online, he’s incredibly outspoken with his praise

“That’s my girl/boy/baby!” “Perfect shot, Maus” “Thank you for the heals, liebling.”

Gets SUPER jealous of any other guy that compliments you

He gets super quiet and pouty, and when he does talk, it’s a LOT of attitude.

He loves cooking, and is super proud of his dishes.

Absolutely an energy drink>coffee guy

He loves the rain, it’s his favorite kind of weather.

When it rains, he always wants to cuddle with you, holding you on the couch or bed while you two watch a movie or a show.

I do not care what anyone says, he’s an iPad kid.

He HAS to watch something while he eats.

Dr. Pepper>>>>>>>

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This mf HATED any mention of how big he is

Until one day, when he was fingering you/jerking you off, and you said “That’s it, big boy.”

It was the first time he’d ever heard it in a praising fashion

He effectively became addicted to it

Praise is HUGE for this man

He is a body worshiper

Foreplay is huge for him, he always wants you to be as in the mood as he is

SERVICE TOP

He will make you cum three or four times before considering himself at all

Could happily be between your legs for HOURS

He was usually quiet in bed, until the first time he moaned

From the way you tightened around him, he knew you liked hearing him, so he never held back again.

He’s the same way, though

You can try all you want to be quiet, he’ll take it as a challenge, and by the end of the night, the neighbor’s will know his full name.

He has a size kink

Loves pinning you to the bed, and adores how easily both of your hands fit into one of his

Though, his favorite position is against the wall, your legs wrapped feebly around his waist

He feels so big, and loves feeling like he can protect you

He WILL tease you

He loves pulling whines and whimpers from you, he thinks of every moan as more praise

LIVES for the hunt

He’s a brat and a brat tamer you cannot tell me otherwise

Fighting for who’s gonna dom is one of his favorite things

He does NOT give up

So if you win, it’s real. Yay, you!

overstim is his SHIT

overstim him, he’ll overstim you, he does not give a fuck, he just loves it

he also loves lazy mutual masturbation

just like nudge him while you two are watching a movie and tell him that you’re horny

he will absolutely whip it out right then and there with you

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How have y’all been? i’m glad to be able to post again, i hope y’all enjoy this lil piece<3

#konig #könig mw2 #könig #konig mw2 #call of duty

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howlingday · 1 year

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au where jaune has some really bad scars after a run in with a very angry cat he was trying to save from a tree and looks super intimidating so he grows a big mountain man beard to try and cover them up but it only makes things worse so his friends take turns decoratiing it with braids and flowers in an attempt to make him not look so intimidating.

like jaune is now the most intense-looking guy ever but he's still a huge dork and just wants to make friends and help people and he's got braids and flowers all through his hair.

Jaune read over the chapter again. He was getting the hang of fighting, and Grimm had some easily noticeable variations among them, but for the life of him, dust just could not stick to his brain. There were a nearly limitless variation, and it didn't help that at least three of them were green, with their own different elements!

"Um, excuse me," Jaune looked up to see Velvet looking down at him, "do you have a second?"

"Sure." Jaune said, closing the book in front of him. Not that it was doing anything good for him anyways. "What's up? Is Cardin bothering you again?"

"No, no, but," Velvet rubbed her arm, "it has nothing to do with Cardin, but I just," she looked away to the window, then sighed. "Actually, there's nothing wrong."

"Are you sure?" He leaned a bit forward. Velvet flinched and leaned away. "Oh, sorry."

"It's fine." She sighed. "I just needed someone to talk to without getting my team involved."

"Yeah, Beacon really needs a counselor." Jaune brought a burly, calloused hand up to his face and stroked his massive bush of a beard. A flower petal fell to the table with a flutter. "Until then, I guess I'll have to do, huh?"

"Yeah." Velvet noticed there was a scar poking out from behind the beard.

Jaune was a stark contrast from Cardin, who used to bully her incessantly half a year ago. At the time, she kept it to herself while she carried herself through it. Until Jaune decided to stepped in, she thought she would have to suffer this torment until her graduation. She didn't know the details, but she heard that the young man in front of her left the Forever Fall behind Cardin, with the bully looking more shaken of the two.

"You sure you're okay?" Jaune asked again. "You seem kind of distant."

"No, no, really, I'm fine." Velvet waved her hands. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Mm, I get that sometimes." Jaune nodded, shaking a flower loose from a braid.

"Hey, have you, uh," Velvet plucked the flower from the table, "have you ever thought about trimming your beard?"

"Yeah." Jaune chuckled. "But my team likes to braid it and put flowers in it."

"Your whole team?" Velvet asked.

"Well, mostly Nora." Jaune corrected. "But Ren and Pyrrha will add their own flair if Nora asks them to. Ren like to tie the ends off with elastic bands, while Pyrrha prefers to do cross-braids in between."

Velvet giggled. "And the flowers are Nora's idea?"

"Yeah, except she'll drag Team RWBY into it, too. I'm usually sitting in a chair for about three hours while everyone gets a turn to do something to my beard."

"You could alsways shave it." Velvet offered.

"I could, but," Jaune sighed, "then you probably wouldn't talk to me."

"Why?" Velvet asked. "Is there a Grimm under there?"

"No, there isn't, but..." Jaune then held up a finger and pulled out his scroll. "What you're looking at is Jaune with a beard." He tapped and swiped across his scroll until he found what he was looking for. "This is me with no beard."

As Jaune turned the scroll, Velvet flinched at the image. What she was staring at was something out of a horror film. A horribly disfigured man with piercing blue eyes stared back at her. There were scars slashed across his lips, cheeks, and chin.

"What kind of Grimm was that?!" Velvet asked, glancing back and forth between Jaune's before and after image.

"That was Shrapnel."

"A bomb exploded in your face?!"

Jaune chuckled. "No, Shrapnel was the neighbor's cat. Mean little thing, too. Pretty sure she was the one tearing up Mom's garden."

"What happened?"

"Well, I was trying to save them from the tree. She was big enough to climb up, but the neighbors thought she couldn't climb down. I stepped in to help because 1, I'm a nice guy, and 2, I had a crush on his oldest daughter."

"And how did that work out, Romeo?" Velvet smirked.

"Well, I think a picture speaks a thousand words. Don't you?"

#rwby #my answers #rwby au #bearded jaune au #velvet scarlatina

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I feel like with my recent post on horses my brain has dredged up all sorts of weird and fun facts about horses. In the interest of letting as many people as possible know how weird horses are, here, in no particular order, are some things I have personally witnessed:

The aftermath of a horse losing a fight with a tree. We think he got his head stuck in the tree. No I don't know why, but this same horse ran himself into a different tree the year before and was a huge baby about getting salve on his wounds. Both trees were fine.

A horse eating a pheasant. A pheasant is a medium size game bird. This was my horse in fact. She dragged me off the path and got a wing in her mouth before I could stop her. The pheasant was already dead, but I live in the believe that my horse will eat me if given the chance.

A horse trotting merrily down the highway in my hometown. There should not have been a horse on the highway. I had my mom stop the car and ran out to try and catch it on foot. Somehow, this attracted the attention of several men in large trucks, who then used those trucks with remarkable skill and dexterity to help corral the horse on the side of the highway. Her owner showed up on a golf cart and took her home safely. Only then did the police show up.

A horse let out the longest, loudest fart I have ever heard from any animal. It lasted for at least 30 seconds. He did it again not a minute later.

Once again, my horse, not in her proper pasture. She had managed to sneak over and hang out with the neighbor horses. How, I have no idea, because the gate was closed, the fence was fine, and she is not talented enough to jump a 6 foot fence. She managed to do it once more before we fixed the electricity, but that time she just took the whole fence down.

The largest horse at the barn (17hh) and the smallest horse at the barn (13hh) falling in love. Everyday after feeding they nuzzled over the stall doors, licking each other, squealing, backing up to each other, the whole nine yards. Both were mares (female).

#horses have strong personalities #each one is just a little unique #the one that fought a tree also tried to fight bags #we think he missed the 'or flight' part #and only got the 'fight' part #he was a storm cat baby so there you go

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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years

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Hell or Heaven (NONCON SMUT)

Listen IVE BEEN SO MIA but im back from my much needed break and im ready to start writing for you naughty naughty friends!

Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: very noncon smut, mentally unstable Marc,, talks about killing, brief Steve in the beginning, overall very noncon stuff you know the drill :))))))) also not proofread

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Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

Steve tried his best to stay awake, most people adored their sleep but not him. He dreaded it. He hated to wake up feeling worse than the night before, feeling confused, disoriented, and in pain was the worst way to start his morning. But his dreams, lord, his dreams were petrifying. They always felt so real, sinister in every way, shape, and form. As he tried to stop his mind from slipping away, his exhaustion got the best of him, dozing off into his mind.

When his eyes opened, he was in a completely different room. The room was beautifully decorated, a huge 4 corner poster canopy bed with burgundy curtains took up most of the room, but the high ceiling coupled with long curtains made it feel spacious. He was so confused as to what the hell he was doing here in the first place, but then he heard some people talking. He approached another door that was tucked in the corner, walking slowly. When he got closer, he heard people fighting, it seemed to be a woman and man, but one of them sounded familiar. When he opened the door, he felt his body turning into stone. A man was bent over the bathtub…stabbing the woman, repeatedly. He called out to the stranger, telling him to stop but the man wouldn’t listen. Instead he laughed, doing it faster as the poor girls blood spilled from her wrists, down her hand, and droplets hit the floor from her fingers. When Steven approached the man, he yanked him off of, making the man fall back. Steven looked at her lifeless body bleeding in the tub. It was a horrendous site, but the most frightening thing of all, was that the guy that did it, was himself. Steven woke up, screaming and panting. “Nononono NO!” he cried. It took him a minute to realize that it was just a dream, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Looking at the time it was almost 5am. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling incredibly hot. He was so confused as to what the hell he had just dreamt. Why would he even dream that? He didn’t even recognize the girl, and he certainly wasn’t a killer.

Steve got up to open a window, letting the cool air in. Looking down at his ankle, his restraint was no longer there, it had been snapped off, but there were no foot prints on the sand. Very odd, he thought. As he got to bed again, he decided to read a book, picking up a new novel his coworker suggested. Grabbing his glasses he started to read. A couple pages in and he was already fed up with it, this was a romance novel, his least favorite genre. Tossing the thing away, he laid back down and just stared at the ceiling, hoping the time would go by fast. That’s when he heard an odd noise that was coming from underneath. It was a tapping sound, weak yet incessant. He thought maybe the neighbors were being annoying but he’s never heard it before. Steve got out of bed and placed his ear on the floor, trying to hear anything else. The sound was increased and he noticed a pattern in it.

“Hello? Are you okay?” He spoke, making the thudding speed up. “If you can hear me, knock two times”

*knock knock*

“do you need help? Knock 3 times if so”

*knock knock knock*

“Shit..hold on let me get down there, one minute”

As he got outside, he ran toward the elevator going one floor down. He tried to figure out who exactly was under him and when he got to the door, he knocked on the door, and that’s when he heard some whimpers, “help” it was so faint, he almost couldn’t hear anything. “Bloody hell, how am I going to get in” he said to himself. The only thing he could think of was breaking the door. He backed up a couple steps and lunged into it, swinging it open. He quickly closed it in order to not get into trouble himself.

When he walked in, his heart started beating a little faster as he saw you chained up to a radiator heater, gagged and bound at the hands and feet. “Oh my god, are you okay?” As he approached you, you backed away from him, your ankle bracelets ratting with every move. “STOP GET AWAY FROM ME, JUST LET ME GO, DONT HURT ME ANYMORE PLEASE” you cried, not being able to fully speak. Steven was very confused, not knowing what to say, “I’m sorry, I think you’ve gotten me mistaken…don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you. May I approach you? You look very unwell and we need to get you out of those chains and to the police” he rushed pulling your gag off and tearing your duck taped hands.

“Why are you doing this to me? Please don’t play with my emotions. Just let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Darling, what are you going on about. just let me help you” he asked reaching out for you.

You started to hyperventilate, getting ready for the impact of his hand on your face…but it never came. He was trying to release your ankles, but he noticed there was a lock to it.

“I don’t suppose you know where the keys are?”

This person was not Marc. He looked and sounded completely different but…it WAS him, physically.

“Look love, I need you to concentrate. It’s a bit dark in here but I promise I’ll look everywhere, I just need a hint or something if you’ve been the person place it somewhere around here”

“You have them”

“Im sorry?” Steven questioned looking at you like you were crazy.

“You always have them. You always place them in your pockets”

Steven was starting to get scared, why was all this happening, his brain couldn’t even process it all the way. When he reached into his pockets…the keys were in there. He dropped them and backed away.

“Please tell me I didn’t do this. Oh my god what the fuck did I do. Am I being punked?” As he started to spiral you tried to bring them close to you without him noticing. You also didn’t know what was happening but you were way too focused on trying to get out of here. He was clearly mentally ill but you mattered more in this moment. As your arms reached for it, he looked at you, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s going on but I think I-” he stopped mid sentence and he looked like he was about to faint but he bowed his head down, jerking it up and down with his eyes rolling back. You grabbed the keys and shoved them in the lock, turning it, you were finally free. You kicked the restrains away from you, tearing the duck tape that was around your knees. Standing up again was a bit foreign since you hadn’t done it in a while but you tried your best to get to the door, but before you reached the door knob, you were yanked back by your hair.

“Where do you think youre going, kitten” the all too familiar voice called out to you, making your eyes go wide in fear. He pushed you back away from the door making you stumble over your feet and hitting the floor. Marc quickly paced toward you, making you back away and putting your hands up, “please just let me go. I don’t want to be here”. Marc grabbed you and pinned you against the wall by your neck. “Shut the fuck up, and stop crying I haven’t done anything yet. Was I not clear when I told you that you were never going to leave if you tried to escape? Hm? You’re staying right here with me, you understand?” he said between his teeth, slowly increasing his grip until you couldn’t breathe. You nodded your head quickly, making Marc smirk in approval. Letting go of your neck, he stepped away from you but caught you as your legs gave out. Marc took you over to the his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you as he ran his hand from your face down to your neck, “you know y/n, I have you here for your own safety. I have a lot of enemies and they all would come after you if they saw you. This is where you belong sweetheart, with me” he whispered kissing your tears away. “Marc, I’m in pain because of you. You hurt me. You ruined my life, taking away all my good friends and family. The person I should have been protected from…is you”

Marc looked at you in awe, he was clearly offended making you regret what you had said, “What did you just say?”

In that moment you got a burst of adrenaline, you knew you were going to get punished for speaking to him that way, so you might as well push him to the extreme. After all, it’s not like he would kill you.

“You heard me, bitch. I should have never given you the time of day, all the time I wasted on you was a mistake. I never loved you and I never will. You are the biggest mistake of my life, I hate you Marc”. His face went blank, he was in total shock from what you said. Feeling relieved, you thought that he would definitely stop with this obsession, hoping that he would finally come to his senses and stop this horrible nightmare. “Y-you don’t mean that. I know you don’t mean that” he cried, “I do mean it. You’re pathetic, if you think I’ll ever love a monster like you. You did this and this is YOUR fault.” Marc couldn’t bare listening to you, so he back handed you. “SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up” he ordered, grabbing your hands and pinning them besides your head. “That was just a warning, the next one will knock you out. If you ever speak to me like that again, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you. Your life belongs to me, I am in total control of it.”

“Marc…Kill me. I don’t want to live in this hell with you. Just fucking do it” you pushed.

Marc burst into an ominous laughter, “oh kitten, if you think that you’re living in a hell with me now, then I will make sure you feel it and burn eternally here with me”

He kissed you feverishly, enjoying the challenge as you tried to turn away. This was just a way to distract you because once you heard the handcuffs snap around your wrists you stopped. “Let me go. I don’t want this” you warned, pulling at the cuffs, trying to get them off, “you know I always marveled seeing how strong your mind is. It always knows how to think logically and how to not let your subconscious make you weak. It’s one of the thing I love about you” he spoke, getting up from bed and going into the closet. Marc grabbed a hard briefcase, snapping the locks open, revealing a bunch of drugs and needles. He brought it into the room and onto the nightstand. Seeing what was inside you started to freak out, trying to pull away from the cuffs, only making it raw against your skin.

“Please don’t” you begged, looking at his place his finger over his lips, gesturing you to be quiet. He went back to rummaging through the case, picking out a few vials “It is rumored that a strong mind is always hard to break. Of course I’m not speaking out of experience, I’m fucking mental, but we’re going to put that to the test. Youre going fall in love with me y/n, wether it’s the last thing I do.” He picked up a syringe and took a few milliliters from a few vials, pushing up the fluid to get the air out. As he approached you? You felt your heart race, trying to move away from him, “Now now kitten, don’t be afraid, it’s not lethal. Come here.” He motioned for you, as he got on the bed. Marc grabbed your leg and yanked you towards him, making you freeze, “The fastest way to a woman’s heart is through her pussy and if it’s not, then it will be…. for you.” he quickly stabbed the needle into your neck, injecting the liquid into your system. You screamed in pain, watching him take it out and throw it across the room. “It’ll take a few seconds for you to feel it but when you do, honey it’s going to be unbearable” he smirked giving you a hard kiss. You tried to fight him but you soon started melting into the kiss, his body against yours didn’t feel revolting as it usually did, this time it felt good”. As he continued to make out with you, he ran his hands over your breast, feeling your nipple start to harden under his touch.

Your moans were swallowed by his lips, his knee rubbed against your clit making you hiss. You felt feral, wanting to be fucked senseless by him. “What did you do to m-me” you grunted, trying to get more friction between your legs. Marc got up from you, making you whimper. He was clearly hard, you could see the outline of his hard dick in his pants, “I drugged you. You’re going to be feeling an unbearable feeling of arousal and you won’t be able to pleasure yourself. I’m not going to help you either. You’re going to lay here and crave me for a long long time, but I won’t be here to play with you. That’ll teach you some manners” he grabbed another gag and placed it over your mouth before grabbing his case and walking outside of the room, locking the door.

You shook in agony as the pain got worse and worse. Your whole body was burning, jolting your hips up in desperation. Screaming against the gag was dreadful, no one could hear you but Marc. He was in the living room, looking at you through his bedroom secret camera. You looked delectable, whimpering and crying out for him was music to his ears. He was a bit of a sadist, enjoying how you broke down for him. His mind went on to thinking about your delicious lips around his cock, your tear filled eyes, your soft voice calling out for him to stop, but it made him want you that much more. Marc pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes, while he looked for some videos of him fucking you. There was a night where he took you while you slept, his cock dripped with precum just thinking about how sexy you were moaning half asleep.

As he got to the video he laid back and started to jerk himself off, his dark eyes watching how he defiled you, “fuck” he muttered, pumping himself faster. He edged himself a couple times before cumming, what made him bust was the scene of you moaning his name out in the video. He fucking loved hearing his name coming from your mouth. It was pure ecstasy. He spilled himself all over, shooting his white ribbons all over his legs and hands. As he finished off, he switched back to the live feed, looking at your poor body go through the most excruciating pain. When he opened the door to see you, you nearly screamed in excitement. “Princess, look at the mess that you’re making” he teased, running his finger over the sheet under you. You were so wet that it started to trickle down onto the sheets. “P-plea-se” you begged, crying in frustration. Marc slid his finger in between your folds, making you squeal in relief, but it made you want more. “I can see you’re in pain kitten, do you want Daddy help you out?” He pulled the gag out and waited for you to say the words.

This is what he wanted. He couldn’t break you by torturing you and abusing you so tried this. Your body was up in flames and with every single stroke of his fingers you were in heaven. You didn’t want to give into him, but he was the only one that could take this pain away. “Is my girl there? I asked you a question” Marc cooed, rubbing your nipple over your thin tank top. “I need you…” you whispered, shaking uncontrollably. “Say it again kitten”

“I need you, please” you whined.

“I’d like for you to address me how I taught you”

“Daddyy….please, it hurts” you sobbed, but not because of the pain, it was due to embarrassment. You wanted him to fuck you raw, in the most ungodly ways, just to get this sexual frustration out.

“I’ll think about it sweetheart” he smiled giving you a nice kiss before heading towards the door.

“MARC PLEASE FUCK ME! I cant take this anymore I promise I��ll be good, I swear, I’ll never disobey you, just please…please help me” the desperation in your words was fascinating to him. He loved this way too much, so much so that he turned on his heels and started to get undressed. “You’ve earned it kitten, but I won’t take it easy on you. You’ve been a very bad kitty” he uttered.

Marc spread your legs open and climbed over you, rubbing his hard dick in between your folds. His hips bucked into you, rubbing himself on your clit making you moan. He adjusted it so that he rub his entire length through you. “fuckk” you uttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you heart pounded with desire. Marc grabbed your face and shook it, “look at me as I fuck you” he growled through gritted teeth. Opening your eyes, you were met with his dark, almost black, eyes. His wavy hair was sticking to his forehead, just a beautiful sight. Whilst you were lusting for him, he shoved his dick inside you with out warning, making your eyes grow wide, mouth in the shape of an O, gasping for air. Marc bit his lip, looking at you react to him slipping inside you looked like a scene straight out of porn. His hips started moving, taking his length almost all the way out and then sinking deeply inside of you.

“fuck, your pussy feels soo fucking good kitten....never disappoints” his words just made you loose your shit, moaning, “mmm Daddy, tell me more” you smiled, making Marc growl. He got upright and placed both his hands on your neck, “youre such a filthy whore, you know that? Always wanting Daddy to fuck you like monster, never getting enough. You like it when im balls deep inside you honey, tell me you love it” he snarled, “I love it, yess, please give it to me” smirking at his grip that got tighter and tighter”. Marc started to seriously choke you, cutting all the air supply, smiling at how pathetic you looked trying to regain air, “oh trust me, youre gonna get it” he whispered letting you go. As you started to inhale again, he angled you on your side, lifting your leg up, drilling you harder than before. He dipped his hand between your lower lips and started to rub on your clit, making you scream out in pleasure. “oh my god, yessss right there Daddy please” you shrieked, completely engulfed in pleasure. You felt your lower region start to feel pressure, squeezing around him, “kitten..i can feel that youre close..dont fucking cum or ill cut your fucking throat” he warned, letting your leg go but keeping you on your side. Marc pressed his chest on your back and reached over to grab a pocket knife that was behind the bed. Flipping it open, he smiled looking at the fear in your eyes on the wall mirror.

It was almost impossible for you, but the cold blade kept you from it, your eyes widened whenever he would press it further in. “I can’t…Daddy…not much longer” you choked, looking at him with puppy eyes. “I said, wait” he whispered, lips pressed onto your ear, rubbing you faster. He looked at your flustered face, your hair all over the place, legs spread wide open for him. His arm was under your head, his hand holding the blade in place while his other hand worked on you. “Look at yourself, kitten….you’re all mine. Only I can make you feel this way, only I can have you..you’re mine till the end of time, no matter what you or anyone has to say” he muttered, looking at you through the mirror. “Say that you’re mine, y/n..”.

You were in so much pain, trying hard to not cum, “I’m yours Marc…only yours” Marc broke the cuffs off, pulling you onto him, “if you want to cum, ride me…cum on my dick” he ordered, grabbing you by the hips. Placing your hands on his broad muscular chest you started bouncing on him, you clit rubbing against his skin. Throwing your head back you moaned out his name, making him feel proud. Marc’s hands roamed all over your body, from your breasts to your ass, bringing you closer to him. Your skin was hot against his, making it so intimate, his arms held you in place as you bounced on him. “Daddy….I’m cumming” you whined, feeling your whole body tense up, you grabbed onto him and let yourself go, cumming all over his cock. While you were feeling the power of your orgasm he pushed you down and rammed into you, chasing his own high. Looking at you squirm, his sinister smile appeared, grabbing your hips fucking into you harder. “Fucking hell…youre gripping me so tight” he shuddered, squeezing your hips. Marc was not slowing down, pumping into you faster than before, begging to see stars, “Marc” you groaned, closing your eyes, completely lost in your own pleasures. He didn’t even warn you, spilling his seed inside you, unable to move. He cursed under his breath as he emptied himself inside you, feeling his warm cum inside you.

He thrusted into you a few more times, pushing his seed deeper, “I gotta get you pregnant kitten, let’s just lay here a few more minutes” he smiled. Hearing those words made you feel fear, they snapped you back into the horrific reality that was your life right now. You had just finished having sex with your kidnapper, and he was trying to get you pregnant? “No Marc, I DONT want to. I don’t want a baby” you spoke frantically, while trying to get up from under him. Marc grabbed your arms and pushed them down, “Well good thing it’s not up to you. I want a family. You’re mine, remember? Or must I remind you again” he spoke glancing over to the vial which he had used earlier. You stopped fighting him immediately, “You’re far too irresistible Y/n, if I had it my way, I would take you every hour, but you would bed ridden and we don’t want that. We want you strong and healthy for our future baby, right?” Marc smiled down at you, holding your face in his hand, “No Marc, I don’t want a family with you. You’re sick, and this is not norma” you were cut off by his hand going over your mouth, his expression changing immediately, “Wrong answer” feeling a pinch on your neck, your eyes moved toward the source and it was another syringe, emptied of its contents. This time you felt yourself slipping away slowly, “what..did you..” slurring your words, unable to continue. Marc got up from bed, clamping an anklet on you, “Dont be scared kitten, it’s just sleep medicine. You need to stay down while I’m out getting some supplies. I can’t have you catching anyones attention,” he explained, leaning over you, giving you a quick peck, “Sleep well, Darling”

#marvel smut #dark marvel smut #dark marc spector #marc spector #dark moon knight #moon knight #moonknight smut #dark smut #dark! marc spector #marvel dark smut #marc spector x reader #dark! Marc Spector

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