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theplaid-wearingmoose · 3 years

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Helpless~Geralt x Reader fluff~

Okay so I know I’ve already done a song-fic for Geralt but this idea has been in my head for a bit and I like it so I wanna do it. Messing with canon a bit, replacing Syanna with Y/N. Threw some cute, charming Geralt in there cause I don’t see it often enough. Based on “Helpless” from Hamilton.

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The Grand Ballroom was decorated elegantly for the festivities. Barrels of the finest wine in Beauclair were brought in, mountains of food laid on the tables, music and laughter filled the air as the people of Toussaint celebrated the birthday of Princess Anna Henrietta. The feast was loud and merry and the two sisters were having the time of their lives. Being the birthday girl, Anarietta was whisked from table to table, greeting her guests. Princess Y/N, on the other hand, was mostly free to celebrate as she wished. Until a certain guest catches her eye.

You moved about the ballroom, sipping wine and enjoying the music. You had been able to keep out of the spotlight for the most part, as most of the focus was on your sister. You watched with a grin as she charmed the men around her, each wanting their turn at a dance. She had such a way of catching people’s attention and winning their affection. You giggled to yourself as you watched them follow her like lost puppies. You turned your head towards the door as you heard a shout of “Geralt of Rivia! The mighty witcher!”

Laughing at my sister as she’s dazzlin’ the room

Then you walked in and my heart went boom

You stopped in your tracks, your goblet of wine paused halfway to your lips. You felt warmth spread to your cheeks as you took in the sight of him. Tall, broad shouldered, muscular, incredibly handsome. The wolf head medallion around his neck gleamed as it was hit by candlelight. You watched him as he conversed with the man who had called to him, his smile making your knees weak. You hardly noticed the bard beside him trying to make his way towards your sister. You had to get his attention somehow. But he’s so handsome.. You thought to yourself. You cursed your sudden shyness. You’re a princess! You can get his attention whenever you want! You shook your head, focusing back on your goal. You quickly found Anarietta and dragged her away from the witcher’s bard, who had somehow managed to get her alone.

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister and whisper "Yo, this one's mine"

“Ana...help me.” You begged her, helplessly. She grinned when you finished explaining and took your hands in hers. “Don’t worry, dear sister.” She said before squeezing your hands gently and sweeping away gracefully towards the Witcher. You felt your stomach twist with nerves as you watched her chat with him, laughing and laying on her signature charm.

My sister made her way across the room to you And I got nervous thinking "What's she gonna do?" She grabs you by the arm I'm thinkin', "I'm through"

Anarietta nodded her head in your direction and felt your face grow warm again as Geralt turned to look at you.

Then you look back at me and suddenly

I’m helpless

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he looked at you. A small smile formed on his face as you gazed at him.

Oh, look at those eyes

His eyes were so beautifully golden. They stared deep into yours and you felt somewhat hot as Ana led him over to where you were standing. His bard must’ve been watching as well because he hurried over as soon as he noticed them moving. Ana smiled warmly as she and Geralt reached you. “Geralt of Rivia, may I present Princess Y/N. My sister.” Geralt extended his hand towards you and brought yours gently to his lips, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Geralt.” You spoke, shocked you were able to keep yourself from sighing dreamily at his touch. “The honor is mine, Princess.” He replied. His gruff voice had your head spinning. “Father invited Geralt as a “thank you” for taking care of some vampires nearby.” Anarietta told you, gently nudging you closer to Geralt.

“Thank you for all of your service.” You spoke, breathlessly. Geralt still held your hand in his, close to his lips. “If it takes beheading a village-worth of vampires for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” Geralt replies, smiling gently at you. Your heart thudded against your chest. You were almost certain he could hear it. Your sister’s voice broke you out of your near trance. “I’ll leave you to it. Come, Julian. I have something I think you’ll be interested in.”

Anarietta led the bard away, leaving you and Geralt alone. Geralt’s eyes turned back to you, another gentle smile forming on his face. “Would you care to dance, Princess?” He asked, his deep voice rumbling in your ears. “Yes, I’d love to, Geralt.” He offered you his arm and led you onto the dance floor. His hand came to rest on your waist, pulling you close to him. His other hand held yours softly, as if he were afraid he’d crush it if he held it too hard. You let him lead you in circles around the floor, spinning and waltzing to the music. You kept your eyes on each other, never looking away.

Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit

I’m helpless

The room around you melted. There was no one else but you and him. His golden eyes stared into yours, keeping you transfixed on his face. Finding your voice, you smiled at him and spoke. “You’re quite the dancer, Geralt. I didn’t expect a witcher to be so graceful.” Geralt hummed out a small laugh. “We have to be light on our feet. Helps with stealth.” “And do they teach ballroom dancing at the School of the Wolf?” You teased nodding towards his medallion. Geralt chuckled and twirled you around him. “Only on the off chance we get invited to royal parties and have the opportunity to dance with a beautiful princess.” He replied, pulling you back against him. Your cheeks warmed at his flattery. He seemed to be the very opposite of everything you’d heard about witchers. He wasn’t rough or rude, he hadn’t made you feel uneasy. On the contrary, you felt very safe and secure with him. His eyes were warm and gentle, instead of cold and menacing as others had made them out to be.

Geralt dipped you as the song ended, causing you to giggle. You absolutely did not want your time with him to end. You glanced around the room to see if anyone would notice you. Luckily, everyone was preoccupied with drinking or other activities. “Would you accompany me on a walk, Geralt?” You asked him. He nodded and offered you his arm again. “Of course, Princess. Can’t let you walk around alone, it wouldn’t be safe.” You giggled again and led Geralt out towards the gardens.

The night air was filled with the scent of flowers and the grapes that grew on the vines that surrounded you. The music and laughter from the hall drifted off as you and Geralt strolled through the grounds, talking and enjoying your surroundings. The moonlight reflected off the river and you stopped on a small bridge, watching little lanterns float in the water beneath you. The small flames in them reflected in Geralt’s eyes, making them glow brighter than before. You smiled as you admired his face. He pretended not to notice and leaned forward, resting on the railing. “You live in a truly beautiful place, Princess.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “It’s a shame I have to leave.” He continued, a hint of sadness in his voice. You bit your lip, hesitant to say anything. “....you could stay, Geralt.” You said, quietly. He sighed and turned to you. You hoped the look on his face wasn’t sympathy for you, begging some man you just met to stay with you. “You don’t want to attach yourself to a man like me, Princess. I could not give you what a princess deserves. Witchers aren’t fit for this sort of life. Or a good romantic partner for royalty.” “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Geralt. But who you are matters more to me than what you are.”

Geralt hesitated at that. He was accustomed to people judging him. One minute they were begging for his help, then they were throwing him his coin and turning away from him in disgust the next. To have someone like you, a princess no less, look at him the way no one else had and see not just some murderous monster, but a man, was more than Geralt could’ve ever dared to dream of.

Before he could stop himself, Geralt leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. Your gasp of surprise quickly turned into a dreamy sigh. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. His scent mixed with the smell of fruity wine intoxicated you. The sensation of his kiss was dizzying, making your head spin. His lips were soft and his touch was so gentle. Your hands came to rest on his broad chest. He groaned softly into your mouth at your touch.

You could’ve stayed like that forever. Geralt, however, seemed to remember himself and pulled away. He sighed and turned away from you. “I’m sorry, Princess. I should not have done that.” You bit your lip, hesitantly. You placed your hand on his cheek and turned his face to yours. You leaned forward and kissed him more intensely. It was Geralt’s turn to be surprised. Knowing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you caused him to be a little rougher with you. He cradled your face in his hands, holding you to him. You felt so light you were sure you could fly.

When the two of you broke apart to breathe, Geralt let out a soft laugh. “We should be more careful, Princess. Wouldn’t want to get too carried away out here and get caught by your sister.” You smirked and glanced behind him. “She won’t say anything if she knows what’s good for her. It seems my sister has her own little secret as well.” You replied, nodding behind him. Geralt looked over his shoulder and chuckled. Across the water was Anarietta, locked in a very intimate embrace with the bard. Geralt turned back to you, grinning. “Looks like Jaskier and I might have to stay here after all. I don’t think the people of Toussaint would be too thrilled if we broke the hearts of their beloved princesses.” You giggled and took Geralt’s arm, walking him deeper through the gardens. “Definitely not. But, I’m sure we can find a place for you and your bard.” “This is a good place for a witcher to retire. We don’t often get to do so.” Geralt admitted. You stopped and looked at him. “Well, it could do with some fixing up but I think Corvo Bianco would be a good fit for you, Master Witcher. It’s not far from the palace either. I’d like to see you when you are ready for visitors.” you added with a wink. Geralt took your hand in his and brought it to his lips once more.

“I look forward to it very much, Princess.”

Helpless

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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She Might be a Forward, but You’re a Keeper (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: Emily x reader where r doesn’t have the best reputation and is sorta known for being a troublemaker but once Emily comes into the picture everything changes. Livin’ The Dream by Morgan Wallen is what made this pop into head.

Author’s Note: Firstly, Firerfly and i thank the one voter so much for voting for this fic. Secondly this almost didn’t happen because my dumbass deleted from the doc just seconds after we had finished it. Thank you to @literaryhedgehog for saving it.

“You have to do it Sonnett,” Lindsey said sternly, taking a sip of her drink and ignoring Emily’s puppy eyes. She wasn’t going to feel bad about this. It was only fair, since she was the one who got them caught.

“Yeah,” Rose added, crossing her arms. “consider it your punishment for not following through on our prank on Pino.” Meghan had been pissed, and the lecture they had gotten did not seem to fit the crime, especially since they had been stopped. All they wanted to do was start an itsy bitsy prank war. Where was the harm in that?

“Oh come on.” Emily whined, glancing back and forth between the two girls and the woman standing on the other side of the room. “She would have murdered me if I let you put blue dye in her shampoo,” Emily said, her bottom lip trembling.

“And now Y/n might kill you so we’re even,” Lindsey shrugged, fighting a smile. Whatever way this ended, it would be entertaining for her.

Some might think that that it was a gross overstatement, but it wasn’t. You had a reputation. A terrifying history of explosions on the pitch, and a complete lack of approachability off of it. You didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, Alex and Kelley being the only exception, but you had known them forever so it didn’t count.

You didn’t have many friends (contrary to what the public though), but you were viciously loyal to the people you actually let get close to you.

The youngins had been warned that you did whatever (and whoever) you wanted and they should steer clear. You wouldn’t mess with them as long as they didn’t mess with you.

The problem was that the blond defender was smitten from the first moment she saw you this season. When she had first joined the team you had just been another veteran and the excitement of joining the national team had overshadowed everything else. But then you transferred to Washington during Club season and she started noticing you everywhere. Partially because you were everywhere- weaving around the field and her vision, at team events and now here at camp, and… she might have been caughts staring once or twice. Maybe Emily had tripped over her own feet a few times because she accidentally got distracted by the sight of you pouring water over your head after a hot practice, who's to say. Either way, her two meddling best friends knew about her little crush and had decided to use it as blackmail.

“I hate you guys,” Emily said, downing half her drink for liquid courage.

Lindsey rolled her eyes and shoved the defenders shoulder. “No you don’t,”

“You better get your ass over there before she starts flirting with another girl,” Rose said with a disinterested wave of her hand, motioning towards the dejected Brunette walking away from you. There was a parade of women all night, and it seemed none of them were having any luck.

Your eyes followed the woman as she left, but your face didn’t betray any emotions, appearing completely uncaring to anyone who happened to glance in your direction.

Emily nodded. It was now or never she supposed.

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You took an uninterested sip of you beer, swirling your finger around the glass when you set it back down on the bar. You had never exactly found team bar nights fun. It felt like thousands of people would come up and talk to you (and call you by name) and expect you to instantly be their friend.

You didn’t need anymore friends.

You took another sip of your flat beer, making a mental note to chastise Alex later for her terrible bar choice, and stared listlessly at the football (American style) game on the tv.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” You turned slowly to look at the speaker. You squinted at the blond defender, tilting your head to the side, not letting your surprise that a youngin actually had the balls to talk to you off the pitch show on your face.

She scratched the back of her head grinning impishly at you. “Never mind, it’s tearable.”

You raised your eyebrow at the woman, you lips ticking up slightly at her adorable fidgeting.

That seemed to give her confidence, as she set her drink down and slid into the unaccompanied stool next to you.

“Why didn’t the vampire attack Taylor Swift? She had bad blood.”

You suppressed your snort at the terrible joke, hiding it behind a sip of your bad beer.

“It’s more fun if you actually let me respond before you hit me with the punchline,” You smirked, thoroughly entertained by the pink starting to bloom on the defenders cheeks.

“Oh, my bad.” Emily said, making an embarrassed face. “Sorry, I often tell dad jokes- most of the time he laughs!’

This time you did snort, the smile you were holding back finally cracking across your lips.

“Just most of the time? Sounds to me like you need to get a better one,”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Emily said, a wicked gleam in her eye. A terrible joke competition was right up her alley.

“Not at all. I could never compete with someone with your… particular skill set. You should be a magician because you just make girls disappear,” You wiggled your fingers, mimicking a magical motion.

“Ouch,” Emily said, holding back giggles.

“You could let me ice that burn as consolation,” You shrugged, also holding in a giggle.

“Nah, I just need to wait a little for it to warm back up. You know what the hottest time of day is?”

“No, what?”

“Two- flirty!”

You cackled loudly, nearly throwing your head back.

****

“Is the Ice Queen actually smiling?” Kelley asked, sliding into the booth beside Alex, passing a disgustingly fruity drink to her girlfriend.

“It appears so,” Alex nodded, pushing the stupid mini unbrella out of her way to take a sip.

Her eyes followed your laughing form, taking in how your eyes lit up, and the way you leaned closer to the blond defender. It wasn’t your typically cocky posture when you talked to girls, you seemed much more unguarded.

“Who knew Junior had it in her. I never thought she’d work up the courage,” Kelley smirked over the edge of her drink. Emily’s crush on you wasn’t a secret (to the two of them at least), but they never dreamed Emily would actually make a move.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n look at anyone like that.” Alex started thoughtfully. “Well maybe-”

“We don’t speak her name Alex,” Kelley interrupted with a glare. They didn’t talk about your previous relationship. It had nearly ruined you completely.

Rose and Lindsey joined Alex and Kelley where they were standing, all four trying to hide the fact that they were staring at you and Emily together.

“You enjoying the show too?” Rose said, shaking her head slightly as she watched. What the heck could you two be talking about? For a few seconds she saw you talk animatedly then - in unison with Emily - double over in laughter.

“You know something about this that we don’t?” Alex asked, glancing at the two younger players.

Rose and Lindsey exchanged a look. “Sonnett’s only over there because we made her,” Lindey said.

“How?”

“Told her we’d rat her out to Vlatko for the snack incident last camp,” Rose shrugged. Revenge was best served with blackmail.

“I didn’t know she had a soft side,” Lindsey said after a few minutes.

“Only a few people actually get to see it,” Kelley shrugged. You were guarded but not heartless. It just took a special touch to break that cast iron shell.

****

“Okay, okay. So I know a guy who's great at soccer but is super untidy.”

“You do?” You asked, biting your lip. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous.

“Yeah, he’s just a Messi guy!” Emily said, already laughing on the last word.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I think these are just getting worse,”

“Oh come on, you were the one who told the one about a frog liking hoppy beer,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “I think that one was objectively worse.”

“Whatever you say cutie pie,” you said, leaning forward on your hand. You weren’t usually this interested in conversation. You were more of an… in and out kinda girl. But there was something about Emily that intrigued you. That pulled you in and made you want to know more about her than just her bedroom preferences.

“Pie sounds so good right now,” Emily said sighing deeply. “I don’t even have a joke to go with that, I just like pie. Although I think I read one at some point for Pi day, I could google it…”

“I don’t know any jokes either, but I do know a place pretty close to here if you wanted to ditch these losers,” You offered, picking idly at your napkin.

“Losers? I didn’t know the men’s team was here!” Emily smirked. You didn’t know if she was blowing you off, or just completely missed what you were implying.

“See that one was actually a good one. Those idiots wouldn’t know how to score if they were shooting at the broadside of a barn,” You shook your head. Half of the women’s team midfield had better finishing stats than all the men’s forwards. They were terrible.

“Oh come on. They’re not that bad. At least 9% of them are keepers,” Emily laughed. “Well that’s their position anyway. But yes, I would love to go get some pie with you. Just don’t tell Dawn I broke my diet.”

“No promises Princess,” You said standing, and holding out your hand to the woman. You kissed the back of her hand when she laced her fingers with yours, earning yourself another giggle.

It made your heart flutter, and you just wanted more.

“You sure you’re okay missing the end of the party?” Emily said hopefully, scanning as if to make sure no one would waylay you on your way out the door. The last thing she wanted was to get stopped by one of your parade of brunettes.

“Better than okay. The word happiness might start with an H, but mine starts with U.”

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moving-accounts-uwu · 4 years

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Right Where You Were Meant To Be (Bucky x Plus-size!Reader)

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky x Plus-size!reader

Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, body-shaming

Story type: One-shot

Word count: 2.7k words

Summary: Reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

(A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! Also, the gif isn’t mine, but he just looks so precious <3)

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It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people, and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. This is was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. Right where you were meant to be all along.

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singeramg · 4 years

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CONGRATS ON 500!!! I'm going to request #7 “Good boy”, for MIKEY please. 😈

Title: Do You Want To Be Good?

Rating: NC-17 (Come on now, y'all know what this is)

Character: Mike (Hellraiser Series) x Y/n

Warnings: Sub! Mike, Domme! Reader, Oral (F/M), Masterbation, Groping, Orgasm Denial

A/n: This was fun and new for me! Thank you for giving and chance and even more thanks for the congrats! Hope this meets your expectations! I may write more for lil Mikey baby in the future.

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“Sexus”

The tiny sound of a buzz, keys you in that the door has been unlocked for you. Your stilettos click across the dark alleyway and up the equally dark steps and pass the doorway. It didn’t look like much out front and that was by design because this was one of the most exclusive places in the city. The club you were attending tonight catered to a very specific crowd and even if you knew about it, it didn’t guarantee you would be let in. Club Noir was strictly for those in the BDSM scene, and a place you frequented once a month. You really hadn’t planned on being here tonight but after a shitty day of high powered men in suits with sexist comments and misplaced hands you really needed to blow off some steam.You were a domme, preferring to expect what you needed rather than beg for someone else to give you pleasure.

No subbing was not for you. However...wringing the pleasure out of someone else. That was the real fun.The inside of the club was set in dim lighting. Enough to see everything happening, but low enough that you could feel the ambiance and intensity. You pull off your knee length trench coat, handing it to the clerk behind the counter. He tries to make eyes with you but with shaggy blonde hair and deep set brown eyes he is not what you were looking for. However you do smile in his direction.

“Which band for tonight?”

“Black.” The club had a rule of wearing a colored band. It was non- negotiable to not wear one. Each band meant something different. Yellow was Sub, Purple was Switch, Blue was voyeur only, red sets were for couples, and Black was for Dom. There were others if you wanted to get more specific but you weren’t really in for that tonight You could wear more than one band but Black was all you needed. You let the doorman slide your band on your arm, and walk into the main floor of the club, making your way to the bar.

You knew you had eyes on you, the black dress was skin tight, highlighting everything. The heels made your legs look long, paired with blood red lipstick, you knew you looked ready to eat someone alive. It was a busy night for the club but not so busy you couldn’t spot the regulars. A few you had played with before and a few that had wanted to play but wasn’t worth your time. You ordered a drink, something sweet and fruity in nature despite you being anything but on a night like tonight. One of the main reasons you liked this club was the fact that they never kept the music too loud despite the fact that the whole building belonged to them. It had various rooms and levels all dedicated to the kink of your choice. This was just the beginning of whatever fantasy could take hold of you the minute you walked through the door.

The dance floor was nearby and you took to sitting on the nearby stool to watch people and how they interacted. It was always a fun part of your night to watch the interactions between people. You were very good at reading body language which was why your eyes were drawn to the other end of the bar that curved the wall. You lock target on a man tall but young. At least younger than you. You look him over from head to toe noting that he hadn’t made much effort on his clothes, a black leather jacket and jeans with a white shirt and clearly he was the type to make sure that every strand of his dark hair was in place. His side profile boasted a strong jawline, cherry lips, and distinctive chin. His height makes you want to pay attention, but you are looking for his band and see it’s dark like yours.

A pity really, you had considered him for the night.

You let your eyes linger over what could have been for a second longer when the woman he was trying to charm, maybe even came with stands up and pushes him away clearly no longer interested in whatever game he was trying to play. As his lower back hits the edge of the bar he hisses but if you hadn’t been looking at his face you would have missed how he bites his lip and grins briefly in response. It wasn’t from pain but from pleasure. It was that, that made you look at the length of his body over longer than first glance. You note he isn’t carrying himself like a dom. He might have been pretending an air of confidence but in reality he was putting on a show. The fake dominants were always the most fun to break, because when they broke... oh baby they were the most eager to please and judging by babyface over there, watching his ego devolving into nothing would be the best part of your night.

You take another sip of your drink and watch as he lets his guard down for a moment, clearly feeling out of his element but won’t admit it. He folds in on himself and orders another drink. You wait for him to notice you, and once he does look in your direction you smoothly look away. You smirk briefly as he slides into the space next to your stool, leaning on it, pretending to be casual.

“Now what is a beautiful woman such as yourself sitting here all alone?” His voice was deeper than you imagined, but you liked it. You turn to him calmly, coming face to face with a megawatt smile, and a young face looks even younger up close.

“Who says I am alone?”

“The way you look in that dress you shouldn’t be, but I haven’t noticed anyone around you all night, I think it’s because you got the wrong color at the door.” You laugh, the sound hollow and you lean forward, making sure he could see down the front of the dress.

“Oh no I didn’t baby boy, I am very sure of what I asked for however I think you aren’t.”

“Oh no doll face I am a dom through and through. I usually don’t like them strong willed like this, but a little brat is fun to deal with.” You laugh again you can tell it feels like the spider catching the fly. The longer you were in his presence you knew he wasn’t a dom. He just didn’t have a clue he wasn’t.

“What’s your name baby?” You ask swirling your pointed nail around the rim of your half empty drink.

“Mike, but you can call me daddy if you want.”

“Okay Mikey I have been watching you.” You cut he down from the jump, he needed to understand he was out matched here.

“I know thats why...” He starts and you cut him off, quickly a stern face on delicate features on your face, always tricking men and women alike into thinking you were innocent until this face came out, and you watch with a brief smirk as he folds internally, wet paper would be stronger than his willpower against you at the moment..Just how you liked them…

“Did I say you could talk yet?” He stops talking almost instantly.

“Sit down Mike.” He goes along and you know you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. You get up from your stool, stepping into his space, legs making room for you. You run your hands up his torso, and then the biceps, pleased with the lean muscle you find there, ending your tour with the hand closest to the crowd on his face and the other back high on his thigh. You turn his face directly toward you, the movement quick and slight enough so that no one but him pays attention to you.

“Mike sweetheart. I watched you, and I promise that everything about you screams Sub. You can try all day to pretend that the leather coat makes you a bad ass dom, all ready to break a young sub, but everything about you called out to me. Even just now the way you swallowed deep, and your heart is racing from just the thoughts alone. I don’t even have to touch you to bet you are rock solid under those jeans.” You bite your lips and move both hands to the front of his belt loops, pulling him slightly, and he lets you get close to his face.

“Maybe you aren’t a full sub, but I can tell already you are one of the best the brat world has to offer... you might want to stop pretending to be a dom.”

You say looking him directly in the eyes. His blue eyes are boring to yours and you barely want to look away, but you have to and you do just that as you move your lips to his ear.

“Hmmm...the things I could show you if you only let me. It’s a shame you are insisting that you are a dom. Have a good one Mikey baby.”

You kiss his cheek, your lipstick not leaving a trace as it was designed not to and you pull away. Downing the rest of the drink in your glass you head for the voyeur area. Saying your mental goodbye to the handsome young boy who you know you could have shown a thing or two. You are walking into the crowd to get to the elevators that will take you to that floor, when you feel someone behind you. You know it’s him.

You let him yank you into the stairwell just next to the elevators. His large hands are wild, and they hold you close to his raging erection which judging by the feel of things did not seem small. You let him get grabby with you, his hand digging down the front of your dress to paw at whichever breast he could get his hands on, while he kisses at your neck. It was when his free hand started trying to pull your dress up that you pulled away and switch, grabbing at the lapels of his jacket, crushing his lips on yours and pushing him against the wall. Since he hadn’t been expecting such a show of strength from a girl of your size he wasn’t expecting you to have him moved against the wall and you to begin palming at his cock through his jeans. You know he is giving in when he groans almost pathetically into your mouth. His lips are smooth, satisfying but not overpowering, definitely needing some tips but that came with time.You keep this up for a few minutes before pulling away.

“Come.” One word sentence has him following you to an empty room, secluded for sessions like these. He stands in awe of you and he tries to reach for you but you slap his hand away.

“Aht Aht ah. None of that. You only get to touch me when I say you can. Is that clear young man?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh I like that. Now puppy.... strip for momma.” You say sitting a plush red chair, crossing your legs slowly. Mike wastes no time pulling at his clothes and you chuckle, you can tell he has never been more aroused in his life. With every piece of clothing revealed you are confident in your choice to bring him up here. A young hard body, leading downwards to a dark happy trail that leads to your soon found happiness. He is big, thick and uncut and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you think about how that is going to feel inside of you. You bite your lip and smooth them over with a wet tongue just thinking about it. You have him lay down on the bed and make him watch as you pull off the dress and your clothes slowly. Clad in only your underwear, you crawl up the bed, locking his eyes on yours, you make him watch you slowly engulf him into your mouth, daring him to look away as you take him to the base. His groans are delicious and you pull off slowly.

“Hands behind your head. You touch me and you lose the use of your hands all night. Oh and you don’t cum until I tell you.”

He does as you say and you begin sucking him as your mouth had been salivating to do since you had pressed against him at the bar. You grip him, jerking him and twisting, messy, running your tongue against the vein in his cock and then working your tongue like he was the only source of moisture. You were in the middle of a deepthroat move, his throat making a choked off sound when you feel his hands in your hair, daring to hold you as he thrusts his hips slowly. You pull back to where his tip is only in your mouth, his subsequent moan makes you laugh and pull off.

“What did I tell you about the hands Mikey.” You say as you sit moving up so your thighs are cradling his hips, his erection poking your ass. He doesn’t respond so you slap at his face and grab him around the jaw.

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Your. Hands?”

“You said I wouldn’t be able to use them if I touched you.”

“Exactly and did you listen?”

“No.”

“And now I’ve got to punish you, you will never get it.” You get up from the bed, heading over to the large wardrobe against the wall opposite the bed. You open both sides wide to scare the shit out your would be dom. The look on his face telling you he had no clue what half of the stuff was. You would take it easy on him tonight, he needed to be broken but too much pain play wouldn’t do it. Pulling down the handcuffs from the display and grabbing a vibrator from a drawer but you let him see it and go back over to the bed. Mike lets you handcuff him to the built in handles on the beds headboard. Once finished securing him you go back to the plush leather chair, leaving him with a confused look on your face.

He watches you take off your panties and sit with your legs wide on the large chair. You slide your hands over your body, wishing you didn’t have to punish him by not using his hands, they slide up your torso to your breasts as you play with sensitive nipples. You hear his breathing pick up and one of your hands slide to your center and being the show of making yourself cum.

“Oh Mikey baby. See what happens when you are a bad boy, momma has to do this all by herself. She can’t make you feel good like she does.”

You can hear him pulling at the cuffs but he won’t get out. You smirk and start with the toy he didn’t know you had. Moaning and groaning his name all while he was helpless on the bed.

“Oh how I wish you could fuck me.”

“I can... please.. I can.” He says pulling at the cuffs again.

“I don’t know, only the best puppy gets rewarded. Do you want to earn a reward?” He nods his blue eyes big and pleading as you walk back over to the bed pulling at his hair, his dick twitches in response and dribbles a little pre-cum from the tip. You resist the urge to lick it away with your tongue, instead reaching down and swiping at it with your finger and being it to your lips.

“Mmm...” You moan and Mike’s head drops back helplessly. You can tell he has never been denied this long in his life.

“I asked you, do you want to earn a reward?”You ask again making it clear he needed to speak.

“Yes. Please momma I’ll do anything, just let me fuck you please.” You can feel yourself drip as you get back into the bed, moving up his chest until you are hovering your cunt over his mouth.

“ Show momma how much you want to make her feel good. Earn your reward.”

He wastes no time delving into you, you can’t hold back a whimper as he proves to you he was much better at kissing below the belt line, his tongue moving it ways that made you grip at the headboard and get jealous at whoever he had practiced on to learn how to eat pussy correctly, trying to forget as he takes a few moments to suck at your clit and then delve inside with his tongue.

See you were the one in danger now because tongue game like his had the ability to make you want to keep him forever.

You slide one hand off the headboard and into his dark hair and you ride on his tongue with his nose bumping against your clit. You grant him some mercy and reach back, stroking his reddened cock, while you think about how you can’t wait to ride that too. He moans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake. When Mike catches you off guard by flicking his tongue against your clit you cry out

“Oh shit Mike, Fuck!” As you unravel on his face from his unexpected movements.You fall next to him on the large bed, chest heaving and you can hear the smirk in the little bastards voice when he asks you,

“Did I earn it yet?”

You, still coming down from your orgasm can only say

“Good boy.”And once you gather yourself again, you know that was just the beginning of a very long night for you.

Oh .....Yes you just might have to keep Mike around...

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A/N: Once again I reiterate this was kinda new for me in terms of the woman being the dominate so those of you that more versed send me tips on what you want to see and read, maybe what needs improvement? I am open!

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notanacousticsetcal · 4 years

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girl crush (lrh) - chapter one

request - nope! but my requests are now open.

summary - luke is 19 and 5sos is at the top of their game. daisy harlow is a solo artist becoming more popular by the day. daisy and luke “date” for publicity but some real feelings start to spark during their forced time together. the only problem? luke has a girlfriend.

warnings - brief mention of an abusive father, not great relationship with her mom either, mentions of lonliness and she’s just kind of in pain? some anxiety.

word count - 1.7k

a/n - i’m planning on making this long so it might permanently move to wattpad for updating but i’ll let y’all know. also, its not clarified in this chapter but daisy’s mom is native hawaiian (polynesian).

My platform boots clack against the hardwood floors as I make my way to the stool perched center stage, a microphone resting expectantly atop it. I mentally curse myself for not touching my manicure up before the show as I stare anxiously down at my chipped nailpolish. I ring my fingers out before grabbing the mic and sitting down. I cross my legs and get comfortable as I wait for the musicians to get situated around me. It’s so quiet, you can hear the quiet chatter among bystanders in the hall. I stare at the ground uncomfortably. No matter how many times I perform, every single time without fail my hands shake and my mind races with the what-ifs. What if I mess up the lyrics and the band can’t follow me? What if I don’t take enough breaths and get all choked up? What if my voice cracks? What if I can’t hit the high notes? But once the melancholy guitar kicks in, I’m whisked away in the same chords I strummed that night on my apartment floor. The notes were a lot more choppy when I was playing them, my teary eyes obstructing my view.

“Trying not to hold dear to my safety.”

My hands shake. I think about my father’s face twisting in anger. I wondered what I had done this time. It was always something. That house was never a home. It was sewn together by my screams and my father’s bitter resentment. Things built on fragility crumble quickly.

“Prisoner to my miracles, save me.”

I’m transported back to those stupid commercials. My mother dragged me all around Hollywood, passing me script after script. ‘Chin up, tamarii,’ she would say. ‘Smile big for the men in suits.’ When she found out I could sing, I was never allowed to close my mouth again. Whatever made her money. Whatever got her away from my father. At whatever cost to me.

“From the roof that I built myself, gave me.”

The day she left, so did I. Do you grieve for someone who is supposed to put you above all else? Whose job it is to keep you safe, but who fails? I left and I didn’t spare a second glance to that rickety old house. The last one on the right with the peeling yellow siding and splintered red door. The one that kept me safe and dry from the storms outside, but never the storms inside me. Or the storms inside my father.

Everything I have now, I made myself. My mom took every cent she used me for with her, but she couldn’t take my music. And she didn’t take me.

“Only thing that I didn’t want more of was the feeling I couldn’t escape it.”

Physically, I would never have to see them again. So why wouldn’t they leave me alone? Not even my thoughts were safe.

“Waiting tables at a minute complaining that the phone would start ringing.”

Six months ago, I was waiting tables at Rico’s wondering when I could support myself doing what I love. Part of me wishes I could go back to the simplicity. I’ve never felt more alone than I do now.

“But lately, my soul’s looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out. Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down. Sitting in the middle of a city with a million strangers and it's getting too loud.”

I let my voice express the emotion I’m feeling. Living in LA on my own has been a lot lonelier and colder than I expected. And what if this whole thing doesn’t work out? What if by tomorrow nobody likes me anymore? But above all, the person I’m most worried about disappointing is myself. Maybe because I’m all I have left.

“Wouldn't hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down.

So I don’t let me down.

Got no time to be overthinking. Can’t let thoughts in my head beat the demons that wanna drive me away for believing in the things that I was so sure of.

Had to lie, end the fight, be my savior.

Emphasizing the light to my failures ‘cause it's not black or white in its nature.

When the plane lands I’m still looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out.

Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down. Sitting in the middle of a city with a million strangers and it's getting too loud.

Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down…

Cause I keep thinking when the sun gets better, I’ll be dancing on my fears from yesterday…

And no, I can’t keep thinking when the sun gets better, I’ll be dancing on my fears from yesterday. Cause I’m still looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out.

Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating.

So I don’t let me down.”

The last note carries for a moment more as I open my eyes to the small crowd in front of me. They applaud loudly, turning off the flashlights I didn’t notice they had on. I smile as they cheer, laughing at their unexpected enthusiastic nature. With that, the band begins to pack up and I stand to shake their hands, mine no longer trembling but instead, steady as a rock.

I walk off stage, reveling slightly in this short burst of confidence I get after performing. I’m led to a back room with TVs tuned in to the show. A commercial for OxyClean is playing. I miss Billy Mays. My manager is sitting on the couch with some middle aged man with a scruffy beard and a baseball cap. Once I catch her eye, she waves me over excitedly. “Daisy! Babes, come here. Got some exciting news.” Mariah pats a spot on the sofa next to her and I sit on the plush red material.

“What’s up?” I ask hesitantly. I love Mariah to death -- the woman treats me like her own -- but she can be a little out there. I’ve had to turn down her extravagant ideas on more than one occasion. Once, she wanted me to perform while hooked into a harness, flying over the fans. Sounds more like something Gaga would do (and rock it), but it's just not me.

Her signature red velvet lipstick is painted pristinely across her lips, per usual. She smiles warmly at me. “This kind man is Mr. Wilson. He’s the manager of a band called 5 Seconds of Summer! I’m sure you’ve heard of them, right doll?” She blinks at me expectantly and I smile politely.

“Of course. I’ve heard some of their stuff. They’re great.” Mariah giggles excitedly.

“I’m so glad you think that, Daisy. Jack and I -- excuse me -- Mr. Wilson and I have been talking for a few weeks now about maybe arranging something between you.” Her expression turns nervous.

“What do you mean? Like a collaboration? Well, their stuff tends to have more of a punk edge, but--” Mariah cuts in, waving her hands dismissively.

“No, no, not a collaboration. Though that might not be a bad idea for the future,” Mariah raises her brows, nudging Mr. Wilson with her shoulder. “We were thinking something more like hanging out with them. Particularly… the lead singer Luke.” She looks apprehensive, like she suspects I might not like this suggestion.

“By hangout… you don’t mean as friends. Do you?” My tone is extremely unamused. I begin to stand, sick of Mariah’s insane ideas. “Mariah, I can’t deal with--” Mariah tugs me back down by my sleeve.

“Daisy, please hear us out,” she pleads. “You won’t have to even see him in private. Everything will be for the paps. For publicity. Both you and the 5sos boys are releasing new music and… well, Mr. Wilson and I have an inkling that this little stunt might be really good for sales.” Mariah nudges me suggestively and places a hand on my knee. “Look, sweetie. I know this isn’t your kind of thing, but you know Mama Riah is always looking out for you. It’ll only be a 2 month thing. A little fling!” I gasp audibly and push Mariah’s hand off my knee.

I shake my head. “2 months? I thought we were talking a few pictures together max! Mariah, I love you but you’re insane.”

“Daisy, please think about this. 2 months of your life. That’s it. We’ll make it look like you're an item, but short and sweet. We’ll make the break up messy. Lots of news coverage just in time for your new single and the boys’ new album. It's genius!” She grabs both of my shoulders, shaking me with every syllable. I sigh, defeated. She was really fighting for this. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. A few extra sales for a couple months with some random boy. Sounds manageable.

Mariah could see me mulling it over in my head. Her shoulders tensed, awaiting my response. “Alright, alright. I’ll do it.” She squeals in excitement, throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. I struggled to breathe through her poofy curls and choke a little on her intoxicating fruity perfume. She pulls away and takes my face between her hands, careful not to claw me with her long, red nails. “This is gonna be fantastic, Daisy, you just wait.” She gives one more excited squeal and turns to Mr. Wilson. While they chat excitedly, I slump back into the soft, velvet couch, losing myself in the oversized cushions.

The show came back from commercial break and I watch as the next musical guests take the stage. A boy with multicolored fringe straps a guitar over his body while the boy behind him sits himself at the drum kit. Another boy with dark hair walks out with a bass hanging from his shoulders. The last boy to take the stage makes his way up to the mic stand, pulling a pick from it. He slings his guitar comfortably over his shoulders and turns to converse with his bandmates. That blonde is Luke Hemmings.

Boy, am I in for it because he is gorgeous.

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Kill of the Night

Summary: A dangerous succubus lurks in the Whyte Wyrm, looking for her next meal. Sweet Pea just wants to get laid.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC (Lavender Rhodes)

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 4.8k+

Warnings: shameless smut, face riding, unprotected sex, daddy kink mention, character death

A/N:Finally! This is for three separate Riverdale events! @sweetwater-recs Spooky Season Theme One: Monster Squad; @riverdale-events Tricks and Treats of Riverdale Theme Two: Supernatural; and @southsidearchive Falloween Theme Two: Supernatural! Whew. It’s quite a season, right?

Inspo: Kill of the Night by Gin Wigmore

The beauty sitting at the bar closed the compact mirror she had been staring into to double check her disguised appearance, adjusting her purple locks so they were in the perfect position. The other demons called her Lavender due to the color of her hair in which she used whenever she presented herself as human. Her mother would have preferred that she be the traditional blonde as the most succulent souls seemed to have a weakness for fair hair.

However, Lavender found that purple hair was key to attracting a certain type of soul. Ones that had often been crushed by human society. Dark, inky black souls that had tasted the blood of another and had a kind of beautiful aftertaste to them. Those were her favorite to consume.

She flew into town the night before, having tired of her regular hunting grounds in Greendale after she was nearly hexed by a warlock who caught onto her before she could finish the ritual needed to acquire his spirit. Riverdale had this cookie cutter image on the outside, but deep down she knew it was teeming with the darkness she so craved so very much. Especially south of the railroad tracks where the streetlights didn’t burn quite as brightly and the air seemed foggier. There were more places to tuck into and hide.

The teeming underbelly of any small town was where she preferred to search for unfortunate men looking for trouble. In fact, this ramshackle bar she happened upon was perfect. It smelled distinctly of old beer and stale cigarettes. Clouds of dense smoke curled around the patrons in the dim lights.

She didn’t stand out and while that could have been disadvantageous to most of her kind, she found it useful to blend in with her food.

Lavender flicked her manicured hand to move the hair off of her shoulder as she sat up straight on the bar stool. The pink haired girl that was tending the bar slid her the drink she had ordered. Old Fashions were her weakness. It tasted like a begrudged human spirit.

“You must be new around here.” The short girl said with a dazzling smile. For a moment Lav wondered if she was one of theirs. A demon poised in the bar to prey on humans that were perhaps not so innocent. She sniffed the air discreetly. No, this adorable bar keep was no demon. Though perhaps she was something else…

Her brief statement had Lav chuckling lightly. New? She was centuries old. No place was truly new to her. She hunted here long before the town with pep was even established. She had not been new for quite some time. “You could say that.” She replied coyly. No use in telling the truth.

A tall man with tan skin and fluffy hair sat down next to her. “Hit me, Toni,” he said in a gruff voice as he looked at the bartender. She nodded and grabbed a bottle of beer for him. Lav took a sip of her drink, savoring the flavor as she glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye.

He noticed the head of purple hair sitting next to him, eyes quickly raking over her almost bare thighs as her leather skirt had ridden up when she sat down. It left very little to the imagination, just as Lav had wanted. A glint of light caught his eyes and he saw an amethyst belly button ring dangling from her exposed navel.

A look passed over his face, she looked like she was from the Southside, sure. But he’d never seen her. Not that it mattered much to him. He just got finished with a shitty job and had just been looking for a drink, but getting laid wouldn’t hurt. He noticed the drink in front of her and how it wasn’t some fruity cocktail that most girls drank. He briefly wondered if she had any other piercings he could possibly run his tongue over as she squealed in delight.

The image seemed so clear in his head. Had he been in the right state of mine he would have found it weird to be fantasizing so vividly over someone he hadn’t even spoken to. Of course he had no shortage of imagination when it came to women, but his train of thought had escalated very quickly.

Maybe it had just been a while. Josie had been out of town recently on gigs. She was normally his go to when he didn’t feel like seducing a stranger. Sometimes he didn’t have the energy for a one night stand. However, he had quickly decided that tonight would not be a night for just him and his hand. This gothic beauty was definitely going home with him.

“Never seen you here before.” The biker said coolly, turning his body on the stool to face her after he took a sip of his beer. Lav watched him, playing dumb to the way he was looking at her. The feverish look that was developing in his eye that made them glint in the smoky atmosphere.

“I’m,” She paused. What had the little girl just asked her before? Oh yes, “new in town. Thought I’d get a drink.” She answered simply, her hand no longer obstructing her face. He saw the thin black septum piercing with pointed ends instead of the usual balls. She also had an amethyst stud philtrum piercing as well as two adjoining black snake bite hoops. So he had been right, she did have more piercings. Color him allured.

Sweet Pea eyed the metal. He couldn’t see her ears as it was obstructed by her straight, lavender hair. “Why did you come to a shithole like Riverdale?” He asked, trying not to sound too curious. He did his best to keep his tone callous. Lav saw straight through him. Poor thing had bitten straight down onto her hook.

She smirked at him, expression dripping with charm. “I’m looking for some souls to devour.” He mistook her seriousness as a dark joke. Certainly she wasn’t being truthful. It was just some act that girls like her like to put on. Alternative chicks were so strange.

“Good thing I don’t have one then.” He replied without much thought, almost as if he’d said the line before. Lav looked at him with her piercing hazel eyes. She looked inside of him, seeing the black aura around his heart. A serpentine green shape streaking through it. Her mouth was watering at the sight. It was in perfect condition. Aged with pain and strife. How beautiful, she thought briefly.

Her eyes flicked back up to meet his brown orbs, “is that so? Well, then I guess you’re not in any danger.” Her voice was deceptively light. He was in grave danger, but he was too cocky to see it. Too human to detect the danger poised before him. Mortals were so adorably naïve.

Lav took another sip of her Old Fashioned, the metal on her lower lip clinking against the glass. She crossed her shapely legs, the movement catching Sweet Pea’s lustful gaze as the skirt lifted even higher. Arousal curled in his stomach like a snake waking from slumber.

“I have some souls back at my place.” Sweet Pea said, not really thinking before speaking. The stupid line just came out of him and he immediately wanted to smack himself for it. Usually he was smoother than this, letting his prey drink more before offering to take her home. The girl laughed lightly and he wondered if she saw his sudden insecurity.

And of course, she did. She had this effect on men. Made them trip over their own tongues just to get into her pants. It was always amusing. She turned to him, eyes roving over his body rather crudely. Her mouth watered again, so much that she had to swallow. Sweet Pea watched the muscles move in her throat and he wondered if that’s what she’d look like drinking his cum.

“Do you?” She asked, the question sounding more innocent than it truly was. “I’m just so…hungry.”

A cocky smirk spread across Sweet Pea’s mouth, eyes beaming with pride in the success of his admittedly cheesy pick up line. He took out his wallet and paid for both of their drinks, hoping it would reel her in even more. “Then let’s get you something to eat.”

The double entendre was not lost on her. She could feed by simply sucking his dick dry if she wanted to, but that wasn’t her preferred method of feeding. Plus she hadn’t ridden a human in so long that she craved a throbbing cock inside of her as she worked her magic laden hips.

Lav slid off the barstool, flashing her black lace panties at Sweet Pea as her legs uncrossed so she could stand. His teeth sunk into his lower lip at the sight, his arousal jumping even more. This had to have been the easiest lay of his life. Maybe today was his day after all.

Sweet Pea drained his beer bottle before standing up next to her, amused by how much taller he was. He always did like short girls, and she couldn’t be much taller than five feet, though the stiletto heels did somewhat disguise her petite size.

“Hope you don’t mind riding on the back of my bike.” He said, knowing most chicks that hung out in places like this had an affinity for motorcycles. The dangerous element of riding on them only turned them on more. Not that he really thought she needed to be any more convinced to come back to his trailer.

A smirk curled on her red painted lips, “only if it’s not a bitch bike.” She replied with a seductive wink that was the proverbial nail in his coffin. She walked in front of him, hips moving back and forth in a way that made her ass look downright delicious. His internal excitement grew as his pants started to feel the tiniest bit tighter.

He led her outside and walked over to a black Harley in the corner of the lot. A pleased look cross the demon’s face as she looked over the machine. It was quite beautiful and the way he threw his leg over the side to straddle it was enough to make her drip with anticipation. This was going to be a great ride, she thought to herself as a devilish smile spread across her mouth.

The bike purred the life when Pea turned the key. He revved it before looking at her, eyes begging her to get on. The desperation fed into her tarnished soul and she felt exhilarated by the fact that soon she’d be feasting on him. Her empty stomach turned almost painfully. It had been so long since she had a good meal.

Lav got behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she pressed her body tight up against his back. He could feel every curve of her and he fought back a shiver of excitement. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as her hands dared to trail down towards the button of his dark jeans.

Sweet Pea revved the engine again before starting off towards his trailer. The woman behind him clutched his shirt with one hand while the other grabbed onto the top edge of his jeans. His jeans which were becoming even tighter with arousal due to how close she was. He held his breath as he felt his button release and zipper slide down.

He tried to concentrate on the road while a slender hand slipped into his pants. His lip was nearly bleeding now from his teeth digging into the soft flesh so tightly. His cock twitched at the feather light touch, growing harder and throbbing for release.Over the sound of wind whipping past his ears, he heard a faint giggle come from her throat.

He desperately sped up, racing home to try and get his release faster. God he just wanted to be inside of her right now, filling her up and stretching her out. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation up his spine. Lav felt this and smirked to herself.

She ran her index finger along his shaft playfully, earning a grunt from the driver. Her thumb ran over his tip and guessing by the damp fabric of his boxers, he was already leaking pre-cum. This effect that she had on men was so satisfying to her. Watching them fall into her trap time and time again. Her expertise in seduction and murder was hand in hand.

Thank God that Sunnyside wasn’t far from the Whyte Wyrm. That was Sweet Pea’s only saving grace from crashing his bike. He kicked out the kickstand and parked in his dirt driveway. Lav let out another giggle, this one more audible than the one before. She slid off the bike, adjusting her skirt momentarily after she did so.

Sweet Pea tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down but it wasn’t very effective. The demon’s hands clutched the open edges of his jacket where the zipper was and pulled him closer to her. “How about those souls now?” She asked playfully, looking up at him with beautifully lustful eyes.

He couldn’t resist. Not that anyone could really resist her. Not a demon of her magnitude and strength. His head dipped down so that his lips crashed upon hers. Lav drank him in, his saliva tasting like the cheap beer he had downed at the bar. Her grip on his jacket tightened as she pulled down on it to bring him closer.

His hands made their way to her hips to pull her closer to him. Of course he was discreetly aware that his fly was down and his pants were liable to fall off at any moment, however he couldn’t care less.

One large hand moved from her sides and roved across her plump ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave bruised fingerprints. So he wanted to play rough? She could do that.

The kiss was sloppy, wet. His tongue fumbled along her lips and she opened them, giving silent permission for it to enter her mouth. Her own tongue met his, battling it out for space and dominance. Eventually he was pushed back and it was her tongue in his mouth. Sweet Pea wasn’t sure how this had happened, it just did. For once in his life he lost a battle of wills against a girl.

Lav pulled away from him slightly, still looking up at him with those same large hazel eyes, “let’s go before you lose your pants.” She said playfully with a malicious glint in her eye that his mistook as harmless. She was many things but harmless was not one of them.

Sweet Pea released his grip on her and turned enough to lead her into his trailer. He made sure his pants stayed up as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He looked over his shoulder at her, noticing that her eyes seemed almost black in the darkness. Not just her irises, her entire eyeballs looked void of all color. He blinked and they were normal again. He thought nothing of it, a trick of the light. He was seeing things.

Inside the trailer was basic. A dirty American flag hung on the wall above a beat up couch. It wasn’t impressive and Lav knew then that no one was around to miss him if his life were suddenly snuffed out. Though, to be fair, it wouldn’t have bothered her if there was. She’s taken the souls of many family men in her time. Men that were looking for a good time and not willing to keep it in their pants. Those types of soul also had their own type of flavor. Like amaretto almost. Sweet and light, but satisfying nonetheless.

She broke out of her reverie when she noticed that Sweet Pea was trying to gauge her reaction. Her pink tongue moved across the metal on her lips slowly and deliberately. Suddenly her eyes were connected with his again, hungry and devoid of any kind of regret for being brought here. That was exactly what he wanted to see.

Pea put an arm around her waist and led her to his bedroom, “I keep my best souls in here.” He whispered to her darkly, thinking he’d sound edgy instead of like a dork. A devilish smile curled on her face as she stepped into the small room. It was dark but plain, much like the living room.

Suddenly he kissed her again, this time a little more forceful and eager. He wasn’t hesitant anymore. Lav’s hand found its way into his pants again. She gripped him firmly through his boxers, thumb rubbing along his shaft slowly. He groaned into their harsh kiss. He sucked on her lower lip and tasted the metal of her piercings. He ran his tongue across them like she just had in the living room a few minutes before.

She moaned softly to edge him along. It was quite an enjoyable kiss if she did say so herself. Most of the time they were nothing to write home about, but this one. This one had fire and passion and a spark of something else…longing? Yes, that was in. Longing for someone to become one with. Longing to not be alone. It tasted light salt, bitter and gritty but flavorful in its own way.

He shifted his position to back her towards his double bed. She obliged him by laying down, however as soon as he was on top she flipped them over. She pulled out of the kiss and smirked down at him, “sorry, baby, I’m doing all the riding tonight.” She said in a low voice that was laced this nothing less than the upmost desire to fuck him senseless. Well, fuck him lifeless was more like it.

Sweet Pea didn’t mind the girl doing the work for once. He was tired after all from working all day. Seeing this gothic beauty on top of him was nothing short of a perfect picture. She peeled off her crop top as well as the fishnet top that was underneath. Her pale breasts were bare in front of him and he could not resist the urge to reach up and run a thumb over the barbell that ran through one of her nipples.

“You enjoy pain?” He asked without much thought behind the question. Certainly all of these body modifications hurt. He could now see the industrial in one ear and line of piercings going up the other. Her body was littered with metal and glittering purple jewels. It was beautiful, arousing, and for a moment he found himself wanting to know more about her.

But did she enjoy pain? No, not really. These piercings didn’t hurt because she conjured them up when she made her human form. She enjoyed the display, the rise she got out of men when they saw her genital piercings. She was wild and untamable and somehow they portrayed that better than anything else could.

No, she didn’t enjoy feeling pain. But she did enjoy giving it. Ever the sadist in taking lives from orgasming men. Never fully satisfied until her hands and teeth are covered in someone else’s blood. The smile on her lips was cruel and cold. Almost as bitter as his longing. “If the moment calls for it.” She said vaguely in an attempt to answer his question.

He hummed back a nonverbal response as he continued to play with her nipples in awe. He pulled on one to test the waters. A thrill of pleasure ran up her spine causing her whole body to shudder. Sweet Pea smirked as if finding a secret button he wasn’t supposed to know about.

He pulled on the other one and elicited the same reaction. Lav let out a small moan as her eyes slid shut. Her hips moved against his, her clothed core rubbing against his hard penis. He couldn’t help but moan back at her, feeling tingles of excitement flow through him. She could feel him throbbing against her.

Lav dipped down low to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before smirking, “there’s something else I want to ride first.” She said in a sweet tone that almost sounded diabetic. Sweet Pea gave her a curious look.

“And that is?” He asked with growing interest. As much as he wanted to be inside her right now, there was nothing wrong with a little foreplay. Hell, he might even enjoy whatever suggestion she had. In fact, he had a sneaking suspicion that he would.

She lifted up off of him, standing briefly to unzip her skirt and slide it down. He watched, noticing the tiny G-string she was wearing as well as the multitude of tattoos that ran across various parts of her body. All of them in a language he did not recognize. There were a few symbols as well, one he did recognize was the Satanic Cross on her hip bone.

“Your face.” She said in an innocent tone that didn’t match her face or her body. “But you have to take your clothes off first. Don’t you want to take your clothes off, daddy?”

He shuddered at the way she said the pet name. It languished out of her mouth slowly and deliberately. Without much thought on who was calling the shots, he quickly sat up and discarded his shirt and jacket. He kicked off his boots in order to take off his pants.

Suddenly he felt extremely self-conscious with her standing there staring at him so intensely. Lav let out something that sounded like a purr as she got down on her knees and kneeled between her legs. “You’re not shy now, papi, are you?” There was laughter hidden somewhere in her voice making Sweet Pea flush red with embarrassment.

Lav hooked her fingers on the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them off forcefully. His cock bounced to life as soon as it was free, standing beautifully to attention. She ran her tongue along the thick vein that decorated the side of his shaft.

Sweet Pea tilted his head back as he moaned, wanting nothing more than to feel the back of her throat. She stood up and pushed him back. His eyes snapped to her and he knew exactly what she wanted from him. She took off her thong before crawling on top of him, making sure to touch him the least amount possible just to torture him.

The succubus was straddling his face then, her core over his mouth. There was another glint of light and he saw the tiny barbell on her clitoral hood, looking identical to her belly button ring only smaller. That was a first.

He couldn’t resist the urge to run his hands over her thighs. One dared to venture to her clit and fiddle with the piercing. This evoked a moan even louder than the one he heard when he played with her nipples.

His thumb stayed there, rubbing in small circles as his tongue ran along her slit. Her breath hitched in her throat and she moved her hips against him to silently urge him to do more than just tease her.

Sweet Pea’s tongue dove into her moist core. It swirled around and thrusted in and out in rhythm with her moving hips. His thumb didn’t stop either. He wondered briefly if the piercing made her more sensitive. He increased his pace slowly, teasing her by circling her entrance a few times. When he did this she let out a delectable whine that he drank in thirstily.

Lav had to hold onto the headboard to keep steady as her orgasm began to build. Her fingers turned white as she tried to control herself so that she didn’t smother her prey before she could devour him. Her back arched, head back and eyes closed as her hips rocked feverishly.

He increased his pace one last time, tongue diving in as deep as it could possibly go. A cry of ecstasy escaped her as she hit her peak, her hips jerked as a shudder wracked her entire body. She stayed in the same position for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. Sweet Pea tenderly lapped up the excess juices that had spilled out of her.

Once she could no longer feel his tongue against her, only the heavy puffs of breath coming from his lips, she moved so she was straddling his waist. She reached down and grabbed his shaft so she could rub his tip along her folds. Sweet Pea groaned, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her.

He reached over towards his nightstand where a box of Magnums lay open with a few gold foiled wrappers spilling out. “There’s no need for that.” She said in a cooing voice. “I’m infertile.”

This was perhaps the most perfect one night stand in his lifetime. Maybe if she was lucky he’d make her a regular. Josie was gone too much to satisfy him anyway. Plus he was enjoying the way this stranger teased him mercilessly. Of course, he almost crashed his bike but it was still so exciting.

Lav positioned his tip at her entrance and slid down onto him. Both of them moaned in delighted unison. Finally, finally, some satisfaction for the both of them. God it felt so good going in raw. She was tight and wet and…cool? It almost felt like she had used some kind of lubricant to make the inside of her give off a cooling sensation. He hadn’t felt it when he was eating her out though. How the hell did she do that?

What Sweet Pea didn’t know would be the demise of him. Succubi were naturally colder on the inside. Most demons were. It felt so amazingly unique that he didn’t know how he was going to describe this to Fangs next time he saw him. But there won't be a next time.

His rough hands grabbed her hips and moved them. Lav chuckled at how impatient he was before starting to rock her hips against him. He continued to hold onto her tightly, thumb rubbing over the Satanic cross on her right hip bone and the strange symbol on her left. Fuck, he was going to need multiple rounds of this tonight. He wanted this sensation to last forever.

She rode him hard, never letting up her frantic but precise pace. Sweet Pea thrust up into her with great force, hitting her cervix multiple times and causing her to whimper with pleasure every time he did. It was his goal to hit it with every thrust just to hear that heavenly sound.

For a brief moment Lavender’s hunger grew so uncontrollable that she almost started ripping into him. She put his hands on his broad chest to steady herself, long nails lightly piercing his skin causing him to smirk up at her. If only she knew what these nails could really do. He’d be finding out soon enough.

The wet sounds of their slick skin slamming together echoed in the small room. Moans and grunts reverberated off of the thin walls. She was so loud, practically screaming “Oh fuck! Oh Daddy! Fuck me harder! Just like that!” Or anything similar really. She seemed downright creative with her word combos. Sweet Pea loved it. Josie never got this loud or this wild. She was fine with missionary most of the time which was okay with him but god it got so boring. He’d definitely be getting her number later.

Or so he innocently thought.

Lav came first, much harder this time than when she was on his face. Her muscles squeezed him so tightly that he himself orgasmed inside of her. He looked at the face she was making, the high was written all over it. But something was strange he quickly noticed, when she opened her closed eyes they were black as coal just as they had been before. Her walls were still clamped down on him, holding him firmly in place.

Sweet Pea tried to move away but she was holding him down with incredible strength. Her long nails grew into long claws that suck into his chest and soon he was screaming in pain instead of pleasure. Blood spilled from him in gushes and Christ it even felt like something was coming out of his dick.

It was his soul. She was working it out of him with peristalsis. Like swallowing cold lemonade on a hot summer day. It wasn’t just his semen filling her up it was his deliciously dark life force. The last thing Sweet Pea ever saw was her cruel smile, full of sharp pointed teeth.

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