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zorobraun · 11 months

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sexual tension with ghost that leads to sex (but he’s kinda toxic)

“yo, y/n, go tell lieutenant ghost that we’re leaving without him if he doesn’t show up in this motherfucking room right now.” soap says to you with some kind of ironic humour. you look at him as if you don’t really know if he’s being serious about it or not. “i’m not fucking around. you go, girl. i’m not stepping into his bedroom. or office. or whatever the fuck that is.” he sighs, making you want to disappear. really, why you, out of everyone else?

“listen, i know i should take orders from you and shit, but i’m not going in there. you’re his friend, you should be the one to bother him.” you finally stand up for yourself, feeling a little bit insecure about your arguments, since you’re new on the team and you don’t really know how you should act around them. the problem is ghost, truly. if your lieutenant wasn’t him, you wouldn’t be afraid to look at him, talk to him… god, even breathe near him.

“we’re going out without the two of you, then.” alejandro points at you and ghost’s closed door. well, you could say that you don’t really care about going out with these men, but… “fine, i’ll go! fuck, y’all are annoying.” you don’t want to be perceived as the most boring woman of all times. you swallow hard, your footsteps are so shallow that you might disappear in the air. your hands are sweaty and you dry them on your jeans, clearing your throat before knocking on his door.

“soap, i already told you. i’m not fucking going this time.” you hear his annoyed and deep voice echoing through the door. you shiver, closing your eyes. “l-lieutenant, hey, it’s y/n. i’m sorry to bother you, soap told me to come get y…” the door opens abruptly, you almost fall behind you. ghost is so much taller now that you’re standing in front of him. he looks at you in silence, making you feel small. you take a deep discrete breath, but he notices. “what makes you think you could’ve convinced me to go?” ghost chuckles and you want to pinch yourself. is he laughing? you never saw him do it.

“i don’t, i was just following orders.” you say, smiling half heartedly. silence again. he’s analyzing you with his intimidating eyes and you just want to run away. “hm, i see. so obedient, y/n.” he’s mocking you, although he sounds good doing it. you raise an eyebrow at him. asshole. “but you can go now. i’m busy, if you didn’t realize it yet.” rude, as always. you sigh, licking your lips, a bad habit of yours that he can’t help but notice. you’re starting to hate him, the team and this place in general. maybe you should just quit, he makes you feel miserable.

“absolutely. sorry to bother you.” you say with no emotions at all. he almost feels bad for you — the way you’re still standing there, in front of him, quietly hoping that he’ll change his mind. but he never does, so you nod your head and walk away.

(…)

a few days later, you were called to his room in the morning. to show some self respect, you said you had an important task to do, so you could only meet him at night, if that was okay. ghost obviously said yes, since he’ll always prioritize work above anything else. much for your unliking, the night came by really quickly — that’s why you’re standing like an idiot in his doorstep again. “come in.” your hear his voice. you open the door, just to close it behind you when you finally enter his room.

well, when you decide to look around… he’s shirtless. he has his back turned to you, but still. you gulp, panicking. you immediately face the door again, as a way to show respect for his privacy. “um, i should come back tomorrow morning.” you say in a very anxious tone and he laughs. “you can turn around now.” you do it slowly, suspiciously, even. you breathe in relief when you see a dressed ghost.

“i’d say sorry but that’s what you get when you decide to come meet me at night.” ghost says in a playful tone, but he’s serious. he was probably getting ready to sleep because he was shirtless at first and he’s wearing grey sweatpants, alongside with his balaclava. “i’m sorry about that, i should’ve known better.” you glance at him, standing still like a fucking mummy. he walks towards you and you hold your breath for some reason.

“you should’ve.” he agrees with you, making you feel dumb. you sigh, crossing your arms against your chest; as if you’re trapping the urge to tell him to fuck off. “anyways, i just wanted to apologize for being rude to you that night. i was pissed with some work stuff, that’s all.” ghost shrugs, very nonchalant. you just can’t believe how fake he sounds, it makes you let out a dry but low laugh. he looks confused and almost annoyed by your behavior, so you close your eyes for a second before opening the door.

“thank you so much for your sincere apologies, lieutenant.” you look at him with a fake smile, wanting to complete your sentence with ‘i can’t wait for you to be rude again tomorrow and apologize three days later with a very fake affection.’ you walk out of his room, don’t even bothering to close the door because he’ll do it anyway. except he didn’t, since you feel his strong grip on your arm. you stop walking just because you physically can’t, he’s way stronger than you.

“let me go.” you look at him, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “i won’t say it again.” you swallow hard, his fresh but masculine cologne weakening your body. “or what?” ghost challenges you and you hate that he sounds like he’s smirking. “i will…” your breathing is erratic. his eyes are hunting yours, making them his forever. you breathe again. “you will what? you sound so dumb right now, y/n.” he chuckles lowly and you look at him with shame, your cheeks burning hot.

he gently pushes you against the wall, trapping your body with his. ghost’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you shamelessly closer to him. you can even feel the print of his cock against your core, making you hold back a moan. “if you weren’t such a sensible bitch i’d fuck you in this corridor, against the wall, make you really ashamed of how loud you’d be screaming my name.” he says next to your ear and you close your eyes to the devilish sound of his turned on voice.

you accidentally (or not) put one of your legs around his waist so you can feel him better. he grabs your leg and you grind on him discretely; you’re acting like a bitch in heat and it pisses you off. “but you’re tender. you’re a sweetheart, isn’t that right? you act like a princess but look at you now. such a whore, i’m amused.” he keeps degrading you, making you squirm in both pleasure and shame.

“can i kiss you? please.” you beg with your watercolor eyes, making him harder. he takes his balaclava off completely and the world stops. you’re so fucking confused — if he doesn’t trust you yet, why show you his true identity? you don’t seem to care enough about the answer when you finally look at his entire face, admiring every detail of it. how come he’s the prettiest man to ever exist? you don’t say it out loud, though. ghost chuckles before kissing you.

his tongue immediately gets into a fight with yours and you keep struggling to breathe through your nose, due to the adrenaline that makes your whole body feel uneasy. his free hand is placed on your neck and you’re starting to believe that it was made to be there forever. he groans into your mouth so quietly that you’re certain he didn’t expect you to notice it, but you do.

you stop kissing him when you come back to your senses, staring at his honey eyes. “i didn’t expect you to be such a good kisser.” you tease him, stroking the back of his neck. “don’t push it, rookie.” he sounds almost out of breath and it turns you on even more. you kiss him again, until you’re both on his bed, panting and fucking like two dogs. deep down, you always knew that he was a fucker, not a lover. “can you go again, baby? i know you can, be good for me, okay? i’m so fucking close, love. i’m gonna cum inside you, can i cum inside you? yeah? fuck, what a good girl. my obedient gorgeous girl, do i need to remind you that from now on, you only take orders from me and me only? no? good, ‘cause if you ever take orders from soap again, you’ll fucking regret it. i’ll make sure to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk around and do your silly little tasks the next day. i want it so bad, baby. do you want it too? will you break our rule so i can fuck you like that?”

(…)

on the next day, you can’t even think straight without the thought of his cum dripping down your thighs and ghost’s fingers pushing it back inside. you can’t finish your tasks without the urge to run to his room so he can take you down again. last but not least, you really can’t walk properly without feeling a strong ache between your legs.

and you didn’t even break the rule.

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milfsloverblog · 10 months

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Life Eternal (last part)

Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?

Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

A/N: Well, this story has finally come to an end. Thank you to everyone who’s been following since chapter one, I loved reading your comments of pure anguish and despair. It took me a (long) while to decide how I wanted to end this fic, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. Here’s the song mentioned in this chapter, which I recommend listening to (I swear I’m not trying to turn y’all into The Cure fans…unless…). Thank you again, enjoy!<3

AO3 link in title

She couldn’t know. It was impossible, you knew it was impossible for someone to remember once their memories had been erased. Unless… No. No, this was just fate messing with you, it was life sticking its middle finger right into your face.

You should have declined. You should have pushed the drink away and get out of the bar. But you didn’t. If life wanted to mess with you, then so be it. What did you have to lose, anyway? Larissa didn’t remember you.

So you found yourself picking up the glass, your legs moving on their own accord as you walked towards the tall woman.

“Hey!“ You pushed a small smile as you sat down on the stool next to hers.

“Hey, I’m Larissa!” She offered her hand and you shook it, introducing yourself in return.

“I don’t do this very often,” she said, gesturing around with her hand. “Going out to bars, I mean. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t have much free time with my work. And I’m rambling now.” she chuckled softly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t know if this was the right approach, buying you a drink. That’s what people used to do when I was younger.”

“Well, a free drink is always welcome.” You joked. “Unless it’s from some creepy old man. In which case, it’s never welcome.”

Larissa laughed, hiding her mouth behind her hand like she always did.

“Tell me more about you.” You said as if there was anything she could tell you that you didn’t know already.

You listened to the tall woman telling you about her life, your chin resting on your hand. You could feel yourself melt at the passion and the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her work at Nevermore. She told you it was a school for outcasts and asked if you knew what that meant, to which you simply nodded and took a sip of your drink.

It had always been hypnotising, the way she moved her hands around as she talked. Her mouth spread in a wide smile as she told you about the last Outreach Day, her crooked bottom teeth peeking out from behind her lip. You almost wished you had found a way to erase your memory too, just so you could fall in love with her all over again.

“Jericho, you said?” You tilted your head. “It’s a bit far from here, isn’t it? You don’t have nice bars over there?”

“Well, to be completely honest, a former student recommended me this place. She said it was quiet and it would do me some good to be away from Nevermore, at least for a weekend while it’s the summer break.”

A former student, of course. Enid. I swear you won’t live to see another full moon, you traitorous fur-bag.

“I never thought I’d be taking recommendations from Wednesday Addams. But here I am, and I’m glad I did!”

Wednesday?!

You choked on your drink, turning away from Larissa as you coughed a few times.

“Are you alright?” Larissa’s hand gently rubbed your back and you had to close your eyes for a second, her electrifying touch sending a jolt through your veins.

You nodded and cleared your throat, almost letting out a whine at the loss of the woman’s warm hand on your back.

“I’ve been rambling about myself for half an hour, how about you tell me more about yourself ?” Larissa emptied her glass and gestured for the bartender to pour her another one.

“There isn’t much to say about me, really. I finished high school six years ago and tried university but it wasn’t for me. Currently working at a small coffee shop downtown but god knows how long that will last. I’m sorry, I’m not as interesting as you are.” You shook your head and looked down.

And then her hand was on yours, giving you a gentle squeeze that had your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t say that. It’s not easy to find what makes us vibrate, what makes us want to get out of bed in the morning. Everything takes time.” She gave your hand another squeeze before letting go. “And do you come here often?”

“I suppose it depends on what you call often? Once a week, usually.” You shrugged, realising how pathetic that sounded.

“And you come here looking for…?”

“I’m not even sure, to be honest. I guess I come here trying to forget some things. It doesn’t help though, and I keep coming back like an imbecile.”

“Mm, trying to mend a broken heart then?” Larissa’s fingers carefully took hold of your chin and raised your head so you’d look at her.

You were grateful for the song changing in the background right at that moment. You could tell Larissa immediately recognised it, as you did, by the way her eyes widened.

“I love The Cure!” She said, her ruby lips stretching in a wide smile.

I know. I haven’t forgotten.

“So do I!”

Truth was, you hadn’t listened to them in over a year. But of course one of their songs would play right when Larissa found her way back to you.

So, we meet again and I offer my hand

All dry and English slow

Larissa offered you her slender hand to take and you didn’t think twice before grabbing it, letting the woman pull you towards the small dance floor.

And you look at me and I understand

Yeah it's a look I used to know

Three long years and your favorite man

Is that any way to say hello?

And you hold me like you'll never let me go

You were hypnotised, entranced by the way she danced to the music. You had asked her once if she had always been so diligent and she had nodded, telling you that she’d always been a studious and dedicated student except for the few times where her roommate had managed to drag her to a bar downtown.

You imagined a younger Larissa, drink in hand and dancing to some new wave song with her roommate. Is that where she had learnt to dance like this?

Larissa spun you around and wrapped her arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against her body.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

The older woman whispered the lyrics near your ear, the hair on your neck sticking up as her breath hit your skin. You wondered then if she knew. If by some miracle - or curse - she had found a way to remember.

You couldn’t resist closing your eyes and letting Larissa sway you from side to side, her arms tightly wrapped around your body and her lips dangerously close to your pulse point.

But how many times can I walk away and wish, if only

How many times can I talk this way and wish, if only

Keep on making the same mistake

Keep on aching the same heartbreak

I wish if only, but if only is a wish too late

It pained you how accurate it all was. How many times you wished you had told her the truth. How many times you regretted running away, making the same mistakes again and again. You wished, if only.

The song came to an end and Larissa held you a little longer before eventually letting go, spinning you around and biting her lip as the two of you locked eyes.

“I think I’d like to go home with you.” She whispered, the dim light doing nothing to hide the blush that crept on her cheeks.

Oh. Oh.

“Larissa, I don’t think…Fuck-“ You rubbed your hand over your face, trying to find the right words.

“Oh, god. I misread the signs, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I really did think you were interested-“

“I am!” You cut her off. “You didn’t misread anything, I’m interested. It’s just-“

“It’s the age gap, right?” It was her turn to cut you off. “Listen, I can make myself appear younger.” She blurted out “I told you about Nevermore. I’m an outcast too, a shapeshifter.”

“What?!” You scoffed. As if you would ever want her to shapeshift into anything else than what she was right now.

Larissa’s eyes widened and she froze looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She had told you too much. She shouldn’t have mentioned her abilities, you looked absolutely horrified about her admission.

“Come with me.” You said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.

Larissa had just enough time to reach her arm out and catch her bag from the stool as you pulled her outside.

“I don’t live too far, we’ll walk. The fresh air will do us some good.” You said, walking down the street with Larissa by your side.

You were halfway to your house when you realised that you had not let go of her hand, that her fingers were still intertwined with yours and she didn’t seem to mind. It felt so right to be walking home with Larissa, holding hands like lovers did. And yet you couldn’t ignore the dreadful feeling of guilt that pulled in your stomach. It wasn’t right to do this, to lie to her like you were doing right now. What if this went too far? You couldn’t take advantage of her like this, you would never.

“I hope it’s not too messy inside.” You joked awkwardly as you unlocked your front door and pushed it open. “You can take your shoes off if you’d like, I can’t imagine it’s comfortable to walk around in heels all day long.”

The woman nodded and slipped out of her shoes, placing them by the door. She followed you deeper into your flat and looked around, smiling at the decor.

“It’s cozy.” She said. “It looks like you, very fitting.”

“Thanks, I guess?” You chuckled and watched her sit down on your couch as you poured two glasses of water.

“So…” She started when you sat down next to her, placing the glasses on the table. “I don’t usually do this. I already told you that I don’t go out much, nor do I have sex with people I’ve just met, but there’s something about you…”

Larissa’s hand had landed on your knee and moved higher as she spoke, her fingertips rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. She moved her free hand to cup your cheek and pulled you closer, finally allowing herself to press her lips on the expense of your neck.

“Fuck-“ you breathed out, feeling your willpower slipping through your fingers.

You had dreamt of this moment for so long, imagined her lips on your skin so many times. All you had ever wanted was there in your arms, years of yearning and longing finally being rewarded. But you couldn’t let it happen, and you knew it.

“Larissa-“ You carefully held onto her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you.

Don’t look at me like that, please. If only you knew. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and you’re all I can never have.

“We can’t! I can’t…Trust me, Larissa, you don’t want to do this with me.” You said looking into her eyes, hoping she would accept it without further explanation.

“You don’t know what I want.” Larissa breathed out and the next second her lips were crashing onto yours.

The world around you faded into oblivion as you tasted Larissa’s lips and she tasted yours. You eventually dared to reach for her, your hand craving to hold onto her waist when the older woman suddenly recoiled as if she had been burnt.

And you could immediately tell by the look on her face that she remembered. She desperately searched for your eyes, silently seeking an answer to the memories that had just gushed into her mind.

“I can explain.” You whispered, holding your hands out in front of you.

Larissa’s body visibly tensed and for a second you thought she was about to scream at you, half expecting her to slap you as well. But that wasn’t Larissa. She had never raised her voice at you, you weren’t even sure she had it in her. Instead, the woman opened her arms and pulled you in a tight hug that had you burst into sobs.

“I’m so, so sorry-“ you sobbed loudly, slumping into Larissa’s arms and gripping onto the fabric of her blouse to keep her close.

Larissa stayed quiet, her chest heaving up and down as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, trying to process the thousands of thoughts and emotions that ran through her.

“We should have talked this out.” She eventually said when you had calmed down.

She pulled away from you and brushed your tears away with the pad of her thumb.

“I was so scared to lose you.” You admitted, your lips dangerously wobbling once again. “I was so scared that you would forever be disgusted by my feelings for you, that you would kick me out of your life. I was horrified that you might think our friendship was based on lies, because it wasn’t! You were the most important person in my life. I was so terrified at the thought of losing you that I willingly chose to evict myself from your life, and your memory.”

Tears dropped from Larissa’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks, ending their path on the woman’s lips. She shook her head a little and cupped your cheek.

“Your feelings for me are anything but disgusting, do you hear me?” She said. “You should have let me speak, perhaps you would have found that my feelings weren’t very far from yours.” Larissa admitted, fighting against the little voice in her mind screaming how unprofessional this was.

“Are you saying-“ Your mouth dropped open and you were unable to say anything else.

“Yes, I am.” Larissa nodded. “I know I shouldn’t, you used to be my student and I was your principal. I feel like this could be seen as me taking advantage of you, and I would never want anyone to think that.”

“You’re not! You’re not taking advantage of me, Larissa. You have never, not once, said or done anything inappropriate. Please-“ you pleaded and took her hands into yours.

“Why do I remember? I thought erasing memories was irreversible, so why did it all come back?” Larissa asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“It is irreversible, unless…” You chuckled and shook your head. “Look, there isn’t any non-cheesy way to say this so I’ll just say it. It’s irreversible unless you receive a true love’s kiss. I know how corny that sounds, trust me.”

“So that means…”

“That your soul and mine belong together, yes. But it doesn’t mean it has to happen. You will still be able to find love somewhere else, to fall for someone who isn’t me. All it means is that your soul matches mine.” You explained, readying yourself for rejection.

“I would be a fool to find my soulmate and decide to run from them, don’t you think?” Larissa whispered, her lips pulling in a small smile. “If you’re still interested in me, in being with me…”

“Yes, yes of course I am!” You answered without needing to think about it. “We will take it as slow as you want.”

“As slow as I want? I was practically throwing myself at you all night long.” Larissa laughed, a blush creeping up her chest and face.

“Yeah, well, it feels nice to know I’m the kind of woman you’re interested in.” You grinned and she gently nudged you before pulling you into another hug.

“I love you, Larissa.” You whispered in her ear, her arms squeezing you a little tighter.

“I know,” she said. “I love you too.”

—

The first rays of sunshine seeped through your curtains, hitting you straight in the face. You slowly blinked awake and turned your head to avoid the light, smiling at the sight of the woman asleep next to you.

Naked, with her mouth slightly agape and her silver curls spread on her pillow, Larissa was a vision.

Your eyes fell on the golden band that adorned her ring finger, which matched yours. You still had no idea how you had gotten lucky enough to call a woman like her your wife.

You closed your eyes, lips spreading in a soft smile as you recalled your wedding first dance. You had held onto each other, as you always did, and gently swayed along to the music, your lips near her ear whispering the lyrics.

Can you hear me say your name forever?

Can you see me longing for you forever?

Would you let me touch your soul forever?

Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?

If you had life eternal?

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avabananas13 · 1 year

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Rockstar! (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader)

Summary: It’s been three and a half years since your break up with Eddie and you’ve finally moved on, after writing an entire album about it. After a chance encounter at a press event for your new album you meet a new friend, who just might have something in common with you.

TW: Slight angst, readers lonely, lots of dialogue, mentions of stalkers, cursing, fem!reader but I tried to keep it neutral, cliff hanger, very little Eddie (I’m so sorry but he’ll be in the next chapter a lot!) I think that’s it but let me know if there’s anything else

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Hi everybody, here is part 2 of my series Rockstar! I really hope y’all like this next chapter. It took me longer than I wanted to have this part out but it’s out now and that’s all that matters. Love y’all and I hope you had a good thanksgiving if you celebrate it.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Friends?

October 9th, 1987

It’s been almost four years since Eddie walked out of your life. You attended your album release party by yourself, putting on a fake smile and shaking hands until you could return to your apartment to cry yourself to sleep. When your album was released soon afterwards you couldn’t listen to it. You wrote the album about Eddie and for him, listening to it would be torture.

You spent a lot of time working on music after that. Never wanting to be the cliche “heartbroken girl”, you channeled anger into your music instead of sadness. You went from Steve Nicks to Joan Jett. You weren’t angry with Eddie, you were angry with the situation. Two people who loved each other so much but just couldn't make long distance work.

You went on a national tour a few months following the release of your album Crush and it was better than you would’ve ever imagined. Your album was very well-received by everyone and after the Rolling Stone article, in which you omitted the details of who the album was about, you quickly became a household name and people across the globe connected through your music. It was everything you could’ve hoped for. You were finally being heard.

Once you got back from tour all you did was write music for the next album. At a business meeting? You were writing. Out at dinner? You were writing. At the Grammys, in which you were nominated for album of the year and best new artist, winning both? You were still writing. Every thought you’ve ever had was flowing through you and onto the pages like word vomit.

When the album was fully written and recorded, that’s when you breathed for the first time in three years. This would be your masterpiece. If you weren’t popular before, then you were now. Three and a half years after the most painful event in your life and now you were the best you’ve ever been in life. You had finally moved on from Eddie.

Now here you were, at the press event for your second album, All Better. It was all about you moving on from Eddie Munson and the life you left back in Hawkins. Anybody who was important in the industry, and a handful of your biggest fans, were at the event with all eyes on you. You were greeting guests and talking up your album when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around to find a tall and slender man. He was very well dressed, wearing black slacks and a white button down that was paired with a black sports coat. He wasn’t much to look at however, he looked to be in his 50s and seemed to have been in the business for a while.

“Your Y/N right? I just wanted to congratulate you on your album,” he spoke.

“Oh, thank you so much. Your support means a lot to me,” you say with a sweet voice.

“I’m Tom,” he reaches for a firm handshake, which you accept. “Say, I’m a talent manager. If you’re ever looking for new management you should give me a call,” he said, attempting to make a business deal. You’ve had plenty of talent managers approach you and try to steal you away from Glenn but you weren’t one to budge. You like Glenn, he’s the reason you’re here in the first place so you would never ditch him. “I actually just picked up a new band that I think’s going to be a hit with a younger audience.”

You try your best to not be rude to this man who you’ve only just met moments ago but you were becoming annoyed with his persistence. “Actually, I’m really happy with my current management,” you say walking away.

As you walk away you feel a hand wrap tightly around your wrist. You turn back and see Tom gripping you so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. “What the hell, let go” you say loud enough to draw attention to the situation so he would release you, which he did.

“You’re from Hawkins right?” he shouts at you as you speed walk away, stopping after hearing that leave his mouth. You can feel him approaching you but you're frozen and can’t turn around. You feel his hand find your shoulder and slowly forcing you to turn his way, fear in your eyes. In interviews when people ask about your upbringing you only mention “small town America” for the sake of privacy. You had never mentioned being from Hawkins, Glenn being the only one to know your origin story.

You could feel the tears brim in your eyes, scared that this guy has been stalking you. You’ve had your fair share of weird fan encounters over the course of your short career but one thing you’ve lucked out on is not having a stalker. You could roll your eyes at misogynistic jokes and tell someone off when they touch you inappropriately but you don’t know how you’d be able to handle someone who knew every detail of your life. Tom, however, was not a stalker but a messenger.

You could feel him lean in close to you, party goers watching the interaction. He got close to your ear and whispered the last thing you thought would come from his mouth, “Eddie says hi,” and with that your breath was taken for you. Tears started to boil over and stream down your face at his words. You quickly turn away, running this time so he can’t stop you again.

You push yourself past all of your guests, including your manager who starts calling after you upon seeing the tears streaming down your face. You rush into the bathroom and lock yourself in the nearest stall, sobbing unashamedly. You knew crying over Eddie was dumb, it had been three years and you were over it. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You hear a knock on the stall door and try to steady your breathing. “It’s occupied”, you respond breathy and weak.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok,” you hear a woman's voice and it’s one you don’t recognize, “I saw you running away crying”. Of course she saw you, everyone did. It does surprise you, however, that this random woman is asking if you’re ok when you have people closer to you at the party. Granted, those were coworkers and not actually friends. You didn’t have time to make friends, spending most nights in isolation.

“Oh, well thanks for asking but I’m fine. Really,” you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. The room goes silent for a while and you assume she’s left to rejoin the party. You calm yourself down by taking some deep breaths.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

You feel ready to go back out there after a bit and unlock your stall door. You open it and head straight towards the sinks, the bathroom was a nice one but you don’t know who the last person who touched that toilet was and you didn’t want to find out. You wash your hands and touch up your makeup a bit, as it was now partially smeared from your tears. You turn to leave but you jump back with a yelp when you notice a young woman, around the same age as you, staring at you like you were made of porcelain.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It was all over something silly,” you told her. She responded with a skeptical look, not fully believing you. “Thanks for asking though,” you’re trying to not come across as a bitch considering this girl could be a fan. The girl in question was honestly very pretty, she had a short dirty blonde bob, piercing blue eyes, and very little makeup which made you envy her naturally gorgeous appearance.

“It’s really not a problem, I’m a huge fan of your music,” her face starts to light up and she begins to ramble on and on about how much she loves your work, “I actually went to the same high school as you, but you were a few grades above me,” she informs you. This peaks your interest, and again for the second time tonight someone mentions your past. You didn’t exactly mind this though, she clearly wasn’t trying to threaten you.

“You went to Hawkins high?” you ask for confirmation, she seems nice but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a stalker.

“Yeah, class of ‘86,” she showed you the class ring she had draped around her neck on a silver chain. This filled you with excitement because maybe you could finally have a friend out here.

“So if you’re from Hawkins, what are you doing out here?” you desperately want her to say she lives here, someone from home that you can bond with.

“I actually just moved out here with a couple friends from high school, one of them already moved here a few months ago, so we just figured we’d join,” you wonder if you know the friends she’s referencing, Hawkins was small but it’s also easy to go unnoticed.

“Well, we should hang out sometime, bring your friends too,” you tell her. Ten minutes ago you were crying in a bathroom stall, feeling lonelier than ever, and here you are making a friend that you have already connected with and without knowing her name nonetheless. “I know you know my name but to introduce myself for real, I’m Y/N” you stretch out your hand for her to take, expecting her name in return.

“I’m Robin”

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You and Robin leave the bathroom and spend most of the night attached at the hip, discovering many similarities between the two of you, until she had to leave. You gave her your phone number and she gave you hers, you could feel this would be the start of a beautiful friendship.

After she left, the party quickly died down and before you knew it you were back at your apartment to spend another night alone. Your first stop was the bathroom, taking a well deserved shower. Around this time in Hawkins the days grew colder, immersing yourself in a steamy shower to warm up, but now in LA your showers became colder. You didn’t mind too much though as it helped keep your water bill down. After taking a shower you found your favorite pair of sweatpants, once belonging to Eddie but after so long you forgot they were his and they became your own. Tonight was different though and as soon as you picked them up you dropped them and went on to grab another pair, shaking the thought of him from your mind for the second time in just a few hours.

Once you were comfortable you made your way to the kitchen, fixing yourself a late night snack. You technically ate at the party but you’ve never found the hors d'oeuvres to appease your appetite. You found a box of kraft mac and cheese and began to boil the water for it. As the water boiled you turned on the television and started to flip through stations with the hope something good would be on at 1 in the morning. You were going through channels blindly when you came across a local news station talking about a very familiar band.

“Corroded Coffin has been taking downtown Los Angeles by storm this last week as the band is set to release their debut album-” you turned off the tv. You suddenly lost all interest in finding something to watch so you decided to look at your mostly empty bookshelf for something to read. You browsed the sparse selection before your eyes landed on a well-loved copy of The Hobbit. It belonged to Eddie and it took him forever to get you to finally read it, albeit with him. Some of your most favorite memories were of him reading it to you with his own version of the characters voices, making it much more bearable for you.

You turned away from the bookshelf, not being able to look at that anymore either, and decided that silence was the best option for the moment. You considered calling Robin but you didn’t know if she was still awake, and you didn’t want to seem too desperate. Luckily you heard the water start to boil so you made your way back to the kitchen to dump the macaroni noodles into the boiling water.

It’s times like these that you really wish you had a roommate. Someone to watch tv with, someone you could talk to, or hell even someone to share shitty mac and cheese with at 1 am. You considered getting a dog a few months ago but pets are a lot of work and with your career you felt like now wasn’t the best time.

You tried to come up with things to occupy you for the eight minutes the pasta takes to cook and the best idea that you could come up with was to sit in silence, that is until the phone startled you out of your emptiness. You hurried over to the phone but still with caution as it was now 1:30 and the only people who usually call you are Glenn, who has an 11 o’clock bedtime, or your parents. You didn’t totally rule your parents out as it would only be 10:30 in Hawkins and they were both night owls.

“Hello?” you answered with hesitation.

“Hi! Is this Y/N?” It was Robin. You didn’t know her long but her voice is very distinct.

“Yeah, it is. Hi Robin,” you replied.

“How’d you know it was me?” she asks, completely shocked you even remembered her name.

“I had a feeling you would call,” you didn’t have a feeling she would call but you wanted her too so it was close enough.

“Oh, well in that case, would you mind telling my roommates that? I told them I met you and they’re refusing to believe me,” you tell she was smiling over the phone, probably towards said roommates.

“Um, sure. Put me on speaker?” you told her. You had nothing better to do so might as well entertain your new friend, and her friends. You waited the couple of seconds it took Robin to put you on speakerphone patiently and started to smile as if this could be your chance to make some more friends.

“Ok Y/N you’re on speaker,” she told you.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. How are y’all?” you said smiling. You heard a slew of god dammits and you gotta be kidding me’s.

“I told you!” you heard Robin yelling at the people in the room, most of them boys it sounds like.

“Hey, I never doubted you Robin,” one boy in particular said.

“Steve, you literally were the first one to call bs,” she told the boy. She took you off speaker and pressed the phone back up to her ear, “anyways, sorry if you were sleeping. These guys just did not believe me and I had the urge to prove myself immediately” she said with a giggle.

“No it’s ok, I was up anyways,” you told her.

“Well it’s good to know I don’t need to feel bad for calling you,” she sounded sincere, like you might’ve actually been pissed off for her calling.

“Trust me, you have no reason to feel bad at all. I was dying of boredom and you totally just saved me,” you said.

“You? Bored? How could someone as cool and famous as you be bored? And be excited when me, Robin Buckley of Hawkins, Indiana, calls?” she was genuinely asking.

“Shockingly, this can be a very lonely profession sometimes. Plus I find it exciting when one of my friends calls me,” you were hoping she’d take the bait, call you her friend too.

“Wait, are you saying we’re friends?” She was surprised at your statement.

“Did you not just hear me say I was lonely?” you joke, “I’m desperate for friends,” you’re laughing now and so is she.

“Ok, ok, so friends?” she asks just to make sure she’s not dreaming.

“Yeah, friends, duh,” you reply.

“This is officially the best day of my life, holy shit,” she shouts and you’re laughing harder now.

“Hey, I’ve actually got a pretty free schedule tomorrow. Do you maybe wanna do something?” you ask.

“Uh hell yeah. If you want you could come over to my apartment and I can introduce you to my friends, maybe get you more than just one?” she teases.

“Hey, when you’re my only friend it automatically makes you my best friend!” you jokingly shout at her, “but yeah, that sounds like fun,” you say.

“Ok, would 5 work? We can order pizza and maybe watch some movies?” this sounds like a dream night in, you couldn’t be more excited to go.

“Yes, that would be perfect. What’s your address?” you ask her, not wanting to forget this crucial information for the next evening.

“It’s 726 Fairmont Way apartment 3B” she tells you in an overly confident voice giving you the suspicion that she has recently memorized it.

“Ok perfect, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then,” you tell her.

You hang up the phone and your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling, not having smiled this much naturally in a very long time. You make your way back to your kitchen and find your mac and cheese done cooking. You add the cheese powder, and since it’s dinner for one you eat it straight out of the pot. You sit in silence for the rest of the night, which once seemed lonely to you but you couldn’t care less because now somethings changed. You have a friend.

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That next day you woke up with a smile on your face. 5 o’clock couldn’t come soon enough, you were so excited. You decided that the first half of your day would be productive to keep your mind busy. You started by cleaning your apartment. If you’re going to have friends then you need a place to entertain them. You vacuumed, mopped, dusted, and organized. Your place was squeaky clean afterwards and was nice enough to host the Queen.

By the time you were done it was 2. You went to turn on the tv and learned from your lesson last night, avoid the news. You begin to channel surf again and you end up on some crappy made for tv movie. This brought you to 4 and you quickly got changed, did some light makeup, did your hair, and left to head over to your new best friend's apartment.

You hailed for the first taxi you could and it quickly stopped for you. You gave the driver Robins address and you headed off. You were a good mix between nervous and excited. You didn’t want to let fame get in the way of being friends with these people but you never know. The only thing that kept you hopeful was knowing they were from home. These people had the same life experiences you did, for the most part that is.

You didn’t completely forget the town you came from. Your senior year is when things started to get weird, a boy went missing and soon after that a girl two grades below you had also disappeared. You knew the boy was found, and just a few months after you left you learned the girl had died. After that things went downhill quickly, Hawkins Lab was exposed as the reason the girl had died, there was a tragic mall fire in which the police chief died, and then the earthquake. Your parents were lucky enough to not really have been affected by those events, although you knew people who had been.

You reminded yourself that Robin was two years younger than yourself, she probably knew the girl who died, she had likely been to that very mall that burned down, and for all you could know her house was totally destroyed by the earthquake. You didn’t plan on bringing any of this up though. Unless she or one of her friends starts it, then you’re acting as if you didn’t know any of the tragedy that struck after you left.

Your taxi arrives at Robin's apartment at 5 o’clock on the dot. You pay your driver, get out, and press the intercom for apartment 3B.

“Hello?” a boys staticky voice asks over the intercom.

“Hi, is this where Robin Buckley lives?” you ask, expecting Robin's voice to be the one to answer.

“Uh yeah, who’s this?” he asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N, she and I met last night,” you inform him so he can let you up.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Like the singer? Yeah I doubt that,” he says with a laugh.

“Look, can you please just tell Robin I’m here?” you plead. His voice sounds familiar, maybe you bumped into him once long ago.

“Listen, sweetheart, I think I would know if fucking Y/N Y/L/N was at my door,” you roll your eyes at this.

“Oh I’m sure you would. Now let me up,” you demand.

“I’m good, thanks,” he tells you. At this point you’re not sure if you should give up or what. You’re beginning to wonder if this was all just some joke from the start. Robin would pretend to befriend you and just as soon as you had hope she would take that away from you. She didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that, but you never really know a person's true intentions until it’s too late. Just as soon as you were about to lose all hope you hear Robins voice come on,

“-seriously, why would you think it’s ok to do that? Y/N you still there? You can come on up, my friends an ass,” she tells you nicely. Your breathing steadies and your excitement returns. You get buzzed in and make your way up to apartment 3B. As you walk up you start trying to place where you’ve heard that guy's voice before. It sounded so familiar, you were sure you knew him.

You find Robin's apartment quite easily and knock on the door 3 times. You can hear her talking inside and it sounds like she's reprimanding the guy who thought it was funny to mess with you.

“I hope you’re ready to apologize to her, god you can be so annoying sometimes,” she says as she's opening the door for you, “Y/N oh my god I’m so sorry about my friend. I was in my room and I told him to let you up, I promise, but he decided to be a menace to society today,” she rambled while gesturing for you to come in.

You entered her tiny foyer and she gestured for you to take your shoes and jacket off. You couldn’t get too good of a look at who all was in her living room waiting for movie night, but you could tell there was a pretty good sized group.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you assured her. She leads you into the living room to introduce you to her friends.

“I think we’re just waiting for Steve, he’s out getting the pizzas and then-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You say at the same time as none other than your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

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Another A/N: Thank you all for reading this! Hopefully it wont take so long to have part 3 out. Let me know if you want added to the taglist for this by sending me a request or commenting.

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#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie

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shyinadarkplace · 1 year

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So you like Big?- part four

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. I guess I should also include that Lois Lane is a pretty shite person in this whole series.

Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. It does get a little heavy at times but I promise there is a bunch more light hearted and steamy things coming. Thank you for reading.

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Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.

Wednesday

After yesterday there was nothing I wanted more than to stay home. I don’t like conflict, it makes me anxious and I feel more of it coming, but I buck up and go in. Surprisingly the day goes by without a hitch. Everyone is productive and polite. The whole office feels lighter. Hell I even hear the occasional laughter which hasn’t happened in forever. It’s nice.

*ding*

Big: I’ve barely gotten to talk to you today. Come have lunch with me ?

Honestly I can’t help the stupid grin that I get on my face. I text back : of course.

*ding*

Big: Great! Meet me in the hall gorgeous.

Instantly my imagination takes a turn towards kinky. I mean my audiobook isn’t helping but still this is a little dramatic. I spend the next ten minutes until it’s time for my lunch break trying and failing not to imagine Clark whisking me away to some secluded part of the building and absolutely dominating me. Or the way his lips would feel as he eats me out. Or better yet what his cock would feel like. As soon as noon hits I fly out of my chair, the sound of Tiff’s suppressed giggle follows me as I rush to meet Clark who is already waiting. He grins when he sees me. I don’t know why but that makes my chest flutter. We come in for a hug and I hear his deep slow inhale. A hum vibrates his chest as he keeps me close and whispers in my ear huskily “You smell mouth watering. Maybe you should call in the rest of the day.” I giggle and deflect “Stop it. We both know I can’t do that.” He gets this look . “ But you would if you could?” I laugh a little again “Well yeah no one really wants to work all day Clark.” He nods gently, taking my hand as we walk. I lean against his shoulder and enjoy the feeling. The sun is warm on my skin and as we walk I find myself practically dosing. The low soft tone of Clarks voice pulls me from my head “Hey sweetheart you alright?” I hadn’t realized we were almost at Glorias. “Huh, oh yeah. Just kinda tired I guess. Haha.” He gives me a look cocking one eyebrow at me. “What?’ I ask. “Just makin’ sure my woman is alright that’s all. Come on let’s get you some food.” He says opening the door for me. I whisper a thank you and he just gives me that half smile that turns my insides to mush.

Clarks POV

There is nothing I currently love more than the adorable way that (y/n) is looking at me. The touches now charged with the Promise of so much more than I had ever dared to hope. The smiles a reflection of someone shedding the past and welcoming something beautiful and new. Fuck me she is so damn gorgeous. “Clark are you coming? Is everything alright?” “oh. Sorry about that. I was just thinking about how gorgeous you are.” Nessie comes over bright and cheery as always taking us to the secluded table that we always like. “I’m gonna put in y’all’s usual unless you want something else?” We both agree the usual is fine. “Alright. So what book are you reading?” I chuckle as she immediately blushes. “Uhhhh. Well it’s a romance.” (Y/N/N) doesn’t say anything else. Oh no she’s not getting off that easy. Well at least for this conversation anyway. “Hmmmmm,” I lower my voice an octave. “Okay. I’llguess then and you tell me yes or no. Sound good?” The blush deepens. “Yeah okay we can do that but you’ll never guess.” Awwwww this is going to be fun. “ Genre is Paranormal Romance?” She nods. “shifters?” another nod. “I’m going to guess bear shifters? Probably as what Lumberjacks, firemen, forest rangers?” “Yeah forest ranger.” “Okay so now we get to the fun part. size kink?” She jolts upright. “wtf Clark how do you know that?” I have been waiting to say this for a long time. “Because I know you. And you Sweetheart like them Big. Don’t you baby?” Well fuck I think I broke her. It takes her a minute to answer. “I’m not answering that.” I chuckle. “Okay. I can always test the theory. Now back to the book. I’m gonna say lumberjack bear shifter who is also a Dom. Or at least has Dom tendencies. Meets a cute curvy little thing while she is hiking one day and boom. He scents her sweet sugar cookie scent and he knows that they are meant to be. He takes the time getting to know her and they start dating. One night they go back to his cozy cabin where she learns that her big soft bear knows how to play her body like an upright bass. He even sniffs out her choking kink. He tells her how sweet she is. How good she is taking him. And so on. Am I close sweetheart?” She nods as Nellie comes over with our food. I let the food distract her and just enjoy sitting in her company as she eats and reads on her phone. I can smell her arousal. Like honey. Fuck me if I wasn’t hard from talking about the obvious smut book she is enjoying I am now. Achingly so.

*ding*

(y/n/n) : out of morbid curiosity would you uh like to come over to my place this weekend?

Me: Did me talking about that book get you curious?

*ding*

(y/n/n) answer the question Kent.

Me: I would love to come over this weekend.

I can’t help the smirk that plays on my lips. I can’t wait to have her all to myself.

Holy Batmobile. Clark said he would come over this weekend. I am going to lose my mind. The rest of lunch is spent quietly, with Clark sending me heated glances that make my stomach flutter, and me refusing to wiggle in my seat as his words replay in my head. After lunch we hurry back to the office. I head over to my desk and set my bag down and head toward the back stairs. Before the stairs there is a small closet with various supplies, I stop there as an intern frantically rushes by with an overloaded mail cart, which swerves erratically as the big body of Clark trips and sends us both flying in to the closet. The door closes with a thud before either of us can catch it. “I am so sorry!” The intern practically yells as he tries to open the door. “The door is stuck, uhm I will call maintenance.” While the intern calls and talks to them I lean against the wall and sigh. Clark smirks. “What’s so funny Kent?” He doesn’t answer, just takes off his suit jacket and carefully places it on an empty shelf along with his shoulder bag. As he comes to stand in front of me I put my back firmly against the wall. Fuck. Every scene from every book or fanfiction about being locked in somewhere with the object of your desire races through my head. Clark stalks forward with all the predatory grace of a big cat. I’m pretty sure my mind blanks out as he cages me in with his body and forces eye contact. My lizard brain kicks in because all I can think is big he is big. So safe. So strong. So god damn big.

#so you like big #part four

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hanmine · 2 years

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✿ [ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎.

warnings: drunk mikey, y’all are exes, ambiguous ending

when mikey calls you at three am, you’re not mad. and when he knocks on your door at half-past three, you aren’t angry. you’re sorry.

because it’s your fault he’s this way, a drunk shell of himself, and even if you tell yourself it’s for good reason that you’ve walked away, you can’t help but think you’re making a big mistake.

“hi,” he whispers, grinning at you as he stumbles around, finding his footing and leaning on your door frame.

and mikey is a poor choice—he is. he’s not exactly a good influence, and he doesn’t exactly follow the rules, and you can’t exactly bring him home to your parents. he’s not a good choice. he’s a bad one. and like all bad choices, there come consequences, and truth be told, you’re not really ready for consequences when it comes to love.

there’s a lot of things that you’ve happily risked for the thrill, but your heart is a little costly, and you’re not sure this is a price you can pay in full. so with deep regret—it’s never easy to do these kinds of things—you leave behind mikey and his wide eyes and his boyish grin and his handsome face and his soft lips. and yeah, it ripped you to shreds, but it completely shattered him, and it’s your fault.

“hello, mikey,” you sigh softly. “why are you here?”

“can…can i come in? pretty please,” he slurs, reaching forward to poke the tip of your nose. he loses his balance, and you all but catch him as he leans his weight onto you. and your first thought should be that this is a compromising situation to be in for two exes trying to move on—well, one of you is trying, anyway—but really, all you can think about is how much lighter he seems. “oops,” he grins. “i went down,” he giggles to himself.

“have you been eating properly?” you frown, helping him regain his step as you guide him to your couch. lighting up at the familiar piece of furniture, he stumbles out of your arms, planting himself over it as he sprawls his legs across the cushions. you take notice of his mismatched socks, but you choose not to say anything.

mikey hates laundry, and even more so, he hates folding it. you shake your head at the piles of unfolded clothes his closet must harbor right about now, and the urge to give him the nagging of a lifetime is paused when he speaks.

“i ate,” he nods.

“when was the last time?” you raise a brow skeptically, and he pouts, sensing the oncoming scolding he’s about to get. he also hates being scolded, which you tend to do a lot of. he never exactly pictured missing the scolding, but love does weird things, he supposes.

“ate ‘n the mornin’, wasn’t that hungry, kay? don’ yell at me—hey, my ex has that shirt!” he points at your wrinkled shirt, looking at it in fascination. “do you know ‘em?” furrowing your brows, you blink at him in confusion.

“what do you mean—”

“well, if you do, don’ talk to ‘em,” he mumbles. “they’re mean. broke my heart, ya know? so mean,” he huffs, and there’s a slight sniffle that rings through the air as he picks at a loose thread on his pants, staring down at his lap dejectedly. you fight the urge to kiss the pout right off his lips.

“oh yeah? how bad?” you question, and he crosses his arms, fighting off the wobble of his lips as he glares at the ground. your heart aches at how small he looks, fragile and so unlike his usual self.

“real, real bad. i was gonna ask ‘em to move in with me, and then they said ‘i don’ think i can do this anymore,’” he tells you through a watery voice, and a tear or two slip past his cheeks. “then just don’ think. ‘s simple,” he huffs, and despite the clear pain he’s in, you can’t help but laugh quietly at the last statement, earning yourself a glare. and it’s your fault. you knew who mikey was from the start, but he’s too hard to resist, and now you’ve landed him here.

drunk and heartbroken and on your couch—not even realizing you are his ex, and you’re very much real and here.

“yeah, they sound awful,” you nod, “like the absolute worst.” mikey shoots you an even nastier glare this time. you are awful for leaving him, quite possibly the worst to roam amongst men, but who are you to say that?

“don’ talk about ‘em like that, kay? ‘s the love o’ my life you’re talkin’ bout,” he warns, and as you raise your hands up in surrender, you can’t help but yearn to go back to how things used to be. and you’re not sure if your resolve is weak, or if he just looks that small, but you reach over and brush the tears off his cheeks, cradling his face gently.

“you really love them, huh?” you murmur, and he nods, sniffling as he leans into the warmth of your hand. and it’s not like he wants to be touched by someone other than you—it’s simply that he hasn’t been touched so softly in quite a while. mikey keeps your hand against his cheek, pressing into the palm that he doesn’t even realize is yours, and he figures it’s still a good excuse to have someone be close to him.

“yeah,” he mumbles. “but i gotta plan,” he says suddenly, determination flooding his voice. raising a brow, you grab the blanket you keep on the couch, pushing him back lightly to lay on his back as you cover him up. you tuck the blanket under his chin, and if you hadn’t caught yourself, you’d have pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“oh yeah? what’s the plan,” you play along, stifling a giggle as he looks around.

“coast’s all clear?”

“all clear,” you nod seriously, and he gestures you closer. you indulge mikey in his little request, and maybe this is wrong, but you can’t help it, really. you can’t seem to stay away, and little by little, your mind is wandering to the possibilities if perhaps you weren’t exes anymore.

“i can’t tell ya, ‘s a secret,” he giggles, eyes filling with glee as you purse your lips and roll yours at him. “gotcha,” he laughs, and you shake your head in amusement.

“yeah, you sure did get me,” you chuckle, ruffling his hair. and for a second, a small glimpse of the mikey you know peeks through, and you can’t help but wonder if this is a wise choice, leaving him behind like this. “now sleep,” you say seriously, and even as he grumbles about not being tired, he slowly dozes off.

“‘m gonna win ‘em back, watch,” he murmurs before letting sleep take him over, and it almost feels like things are like they used to be. and it just feels too right to be wrong.

“we’ll see, mikey,” you whisper. he huffs out a soft snore, unaware of the tiny kiss you do end up planting to his forehead as you bid him goodnight. maybe mikey brings consequences, and maybe he’s not exactly ideal, but you’re starting to wonder if consequences are always a bad thing.

a/n: ty ris for the beta read

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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chloe-the-ice-queen · 3 years

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This Doesn’t Mean We’re Friends - Ch. 2

Hey guys! Another chapter done and posted, I hope y’all enjoy it!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, I probably won’t cap it unless I really need to :)

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Marinette and Chloe rode in the Bourgeois limo from Marinette's bakery to the Grand Paris. Chloe filled her in on what to expect and what to do. "I'll be with you most of the time, so I can tell you who to steer clear of, and who you should try to talk to. I'll try to introduce you to a few people I know would be interested in your designs. You made that dress, right?"

"Yeah, designed and created it from scratch." Chloe eyed Marinette's dress appreciatively. It was tastefully made, the dark blue complementing the girl's dark hair and bluebell eyes. The top was halter-style, with a high neckline and no sleeves. It fit Marinette's form, with rhinestones glittering on her torso. The bottom half of her dress was long and elegant, falling loosely to the floor, the front hem higher than the back, showing off Marinette's silver heels. It wasn't half bad.

It was actually quite impressive, as most of Marinette's designs were. She had upgraded from her normal pink capris and grey cardigan outfit after Lila had come back to school, transitioning to a more stylish, modern look. But this dress was nothing less than gorgeous on the small girl, but wasn't overly classy and overdone like some dresses she was sure to see throughout the night. It looked nice, but it didn't look like she was showing off, which Chloe could appreciate.

Chloe herself wore a sleek, sleeveless yellow dress that highlighted her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Chloe's hair flowed freely around her shoulders, curled and styled, while Marinette had hers up in an elegant bun, with loose curls framing her face. Together, the two girls contrasted each other, but the stark differences went well together.

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, paparazzi and reporters swarmed the red carpet, bombarding the famous partygoers.

"They shouldn't be too interested in us, but just ignore them." Chloe advised Marinette, before opening her door and sliding out of the car. Marinette slipped out behind her, adjusting to the flashing of cameras and the buzz of conversation. She shut the door behind her, and joined Chloe in walking up the front steps.

Just going to the event was sure to bring her some recognition, especially accompanied by Chloe, but she wasn't too worried about being bombarded by paparazzi. Only a few reporters bothered them, and as instructed, Marinette tuned them out.

Once they entered the ballroom, the chatter became more of a dull roar. Chloe greeted a few people mingling just inside the doorway, before they were accosted by a very familiar voice. Adrien, who was dragging a disgruntled Lila along behind him. "Hey guys! It's nice to see you here!" Adrien enthused.

"I'm sure." Chloe said, unamused. "Now if you don't mind, we need to-"

"I thought that you could introduce us to some of your friends here, Chloe. That way Lila can make some new friends-" Adrien interrupted. Lila suddenly looked interested in their conversation.

"Well, since we know how many connections Lila has, I'm sure she doesn't need me to introduce her to anyone." Said Chloe.

"Don't be like that Chl-"

"Chloe!!" Someone near them half shouted, turning the heads of people around them. A boy around their age was walking over to them, waving. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not. It's been a while."

"Henri!" Chloe said, looking entirely amused. "I haven't spoken to you since that party in London."

"I doubt either of us will ever be invited to that again." Henri said, making Chloe laugh. Now that he was closer, Marinette studied him. He was very handsome, objectively, of course. The kind of easy beauty that makes you want to laugh or cry. He had dark brown curls, and kind brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. When he glanced at her, she felt her face flush a little. Chloe and the stranger, Henri, traded stories and jokes for a minute, while the other three observed. Adrien seemed to recognize the newcomer, and Lila was waiting for her chance to jump into the conversation.

"Now," his voice was quieter, teasing, but making sure the other three heard him as well. "You should introduce me to your very pretty friend here. I don't believe I've seen her at any of your events before." He smirked at Chloe, who rolled her eyes.

"This is-"

"Lila, nice to meet you." The green eyed girl said, sticking out her hand, which he ignored, looking at her with annoyance and slight disbelief, if Marinette had to guess.

Chloe seemed taken aback, "This is Marinette, an amazing up-and-coming designer who my mother and Gabriel Agreste have both scouted for their brands." She turned to Marinette, "This is my friend Henri, his parents are both models and his mother is a designer my mother has collaborated with. I'm sure the two of you have quite a lot in common, so why don't we go find a table to chat?"

"Why don't we come with you? You know that I happen to be friends with quite a few designers and models myself, I might be able to give some input." Lila said, while Adrien, who had been looking angry at Chloe, perked up.

He and his date began to follow the trio, when Chloe said, "Sorry, you two, but my mom reserved a table just for three. And I'm sure Lila can get you guys seats next to someone much more important anyways." She grabbed Marinette and pulled her along with her to a table near the front, Henri following behind them.

"Adrien's gotten worse since last time." The boy remarked as they sat down.

Marinette looked at him disapprovingly, when Chloe responded, "I agree. I thought it was just because of his dad, but his social skills have somehow become even worse since he started going to school."

Marinette looked surprised. Probably because she felt surprised. Didn't Chloe like Adrien? Wasn't he her best friend? Maybe they had a falling out, or maybe Chloe had stopped liking Adrien for the same reason Marinette had. Whatever the case, they could all agree on one thing.

"That girl is nasty." Henri said. "Do you know her?"

Marinette and Chloe looked at each other. "Unfortunately," Chloe supplied. "She's in our class."

"Ah, my apologies. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marinette. If you're as good as Chloe said, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around more."

Marinette smiled as Chloe said, "She is quite talented. She made the dress she's wearing."

The bluenette looked at her shoes under the table. "Ah, an excellent designer then. I'll be sure to mention you to my parents when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, Chloe, I need to be going. I need to talk to a few people before I head out, it was good to see you again."

The three stood, and Henri turned and hugged Chloe, and then turned to Marinette. She smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henri."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure." Henri said, and took Marinette's hand, kissing the back of her knuckles lightly, his eyes teasing. Marinette laughed, blushing slightly.

The trio separated, Chloe pulling Marinette off to meet other people.

Through the entire interaction, two pairs of green eyes watched the small group from across the room. One filled with jealousy, one with annoyance and maybe a little sadness too.

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Throughout the night, Chloe introduced Marinette to dozens of people. A few designers, models, artists, business moguls, celebrities, you name it. In return, Marinette stayed with Chloe and endured tedious conversations she had to engage in for her parents' sake. Chloe would never admit it, but having the baker girl there was nice, it made the evening slightly less unbearable.

For the bluenette, it was great exposure into the fashion world. She got to meet several of her idols and make connections with influential people. People started to hear about her designs, many of them admired the dress she wore that showcased her budding talent.

Style Queen herself was thrilled to see her there. Chloe had let her mother know who she was bringing once Marinette was invited, of course, but Audrey was still happy to see her favorite young designer.

At the end of the evening, Marinette and Chloe rode back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery together. When the limo pulled to a stop, Marinette started to get out, then paused. "Thank you so much for everything Chloe. I know you don't like me much, but tonight was so much fun and I'm so grateful that you introduced me to so many people. And thank you for inviting me to come with you, even if it was just to tick off Lila." Marinette gushed, honestly honored by Chloe's thoughtfulness, even if it was caused by spite.

"Yeah whatever, you're welcome Dupain-Cheng, this doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Chloe grumbled.

Marinette smiled. "Good night, Chloe." She closed the door before Chloe could respond, and walked into the bakery.

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When Marinette went to bed that night, she went to sleep with a happy buzz in her chest, Tikki nestled beside her on the pillow.

Alrighty then, I guess that’s Chapter 2 done! I hope y’all liked it!! And that should also be the end of these super short chapters, the next one will definitely be a lot longer, and will hopefully be posted sometime tomorrow?? I love you guys, thanks for all your support!

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opluffys · 2 years

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Haunted

i was so lazy i didn’t add the italics i’m so sorry. anyway i posted this to my archive first as always, luffys. this is meant to be multiple chapters, but the ending is open-ended so in case i drop it, i won’t leave y’all on a cliffhanger. pls let me know if there are errors or if it copied weird, it might happen sometimes. i hope you enjoy:)!!

-Michael Myers x Reader-

-smut/nsfw-

It was nearing Halloween, the green leaves transforming into beautiful auburn and golds. You figured you should go Halloween shopping sometime soon, even though there would be only a trickle of kids coming to your neighbourhood. You didn't live in a populated area, but you were still close enough to the town where basic grocery shopping wasn't too much of a hassle. It had made you a bit worried, moving into such a secluded area of town- but when you had gotten the opportunity to settle in, it was so peaceful. You did have neighbours, but they lived some ways away. Not like you cared, anyway. You enjoyed the quiet life.

Figuring a couple of days before Halloween was the perfect time to stock up on candy, you grabbed your keys and coat, making sure to lock your door on the way out.

You climbed into your relatively small car, it treated you nicely, not breaking down yet. You were too scared to look at the miles, though.

Turning the key into the ignition, you heard your cars engine sputter to life. About to reverse and be on your way, you couldn't help but feel that you shouldn't go out today. You shook it off, you needed to pick up some things, and besides, nothing has ever happened to you in while residing here- why would something happen now?

•

Following the large and festive orange signs, you finally found the shelf full of heart attacks and bliss. Grabbing a bag of rather expensive chocolates for you to snack on, and a cheaper bag of tacky sweets for the kids, you tossed them into your cart. You figured this year, you would finally decorate your house. You recently moved in, after all. And you certainly didn't want to be 'that house' where kids are too scared to go to. Maybe next year.

Hunting for the cheaper side of Halloween decorations were no easy feat- or maybe this store had tried to overcharge you at every turn. A plastic pumpkin nearly had you choking at its price tag. Still, Halloween comes once a year, and while you weren't too well off with funds, you decided you could splurge, just this once.

After deciding your feeble budget was well over the limit, you went into the line for checkout. Part of you had started to question if you really should've gotten half of this stuff, but you were already in the line, so it's obviously far too late.

While waiting in line, you had been playing a mind rotting game on your phone, but you couldn't help but overhear some teenagers conversations.

"Did you hear about last Halloween?" One with a shrill voice asked, tone slightly hushed- not low enough for you not to hear.

"Well, duh. Everyone knows about it, you'd have to be stupid not to know what happened. Do you think there'll be parties this year?! God, I hope so, I totally need to-"

You stopped listening after that. You slightly hoped that they'd go more into detail, since you are absolutely clueless about what happened last Halloween. Hell, your last Halloween consisted of you stuck at your previous office job, before you got a better job opportunity here.

Too lost in your thoughts, you missed the cashier signalling you over to her. Only after a loud, and extremely annoyed 'next' came from her, you realised you were holding up the line.

"Oh, shit. Sorry," You whispered, an embarrassed heat settling on your cheeks.

You placed all your items on the conveyor belt, the woman scanning all of your things with an incredible speed. It was impressive, considering the fact that she was quite an older woman.

"You're still celebrating this year?"

Staring at her dumbly for a moment, you figured she was talking about Halloween.

"Yeah, is there a reason I shouldn't?" You hoped your tone wasn't rude, you were just curious as to why everyone, so far, has been avoiding Halloween. Usually, the holidays aisle is packed full of people, you would have to fight for your life just to get a bag of candy. You did find it strange how you and a few others were the only ones in the aisle.

"Just a year ago we had this deranged son of a bitch- I forget his name," She turned towards the younger man who was bagging your items, who whispered something to her.

You found it odd how she would forget such a key part of the story, but you blamed her old age.

"yeah, yeah.. That Michael Myers guy. He went and killed some people, ain't his first time, neither."

You giggled, there's no way. If that were true, why haven't you heard more about him? A town as small as this, you were sure everyone would be talking about it.

Taking your card from the chip reader, (and not bothering to see the balance) you took your bags and rolled your eyes. If that was an attempt at a horror story, this lady needed some serious work.

"One good scare, right?" You smiled, grabbing your receipt from the woman. She didn't bother saying anything else to you.

Hurrying back to your car, the chill winds stinging what exposed skin they could as you walked. It felt nice, though. The cool air rushing through you, a small breath able to be visible into smoky wisps that dissipate instantly. You weren't a huge fan of shivering violently, but you did enjoy the scenery of autumn.

Shoving your bags into the backseat, you sighed as you sat down in your car. Placing your forehead on the steering wheel, you sighed shakily. You didn't want to actually think this woman's horror story could be true, and while you were thankful she spared the gruesome details of his murders, you at least wanted to know what he looked like. Well, a small part of you did...

Turning your key, you heard the engine make it's usual bursts of sounds. But you didn't hear the hum of the car spring to life, like it always did.

You weren't worried, your car did this on occasion. It was cold out, you probably should've warmed it up, so you put aside the thought that your car could be screwed.

Turning the key countless times, you nearly cheered once you heard the thrum of the engine. You knew your car wouldn't give up on you, at least for another few months...

•

Pulling into the small driveway, you kicked the car door shut. You grabbed as much bags as your hands and arms could handle, you didn't want to come back.

Miraculously placing all the bags hooks onto your arms, you went over to your door, pushing the key into the slot. You struggled with it for a moment, before realising that the door was already unlocked.

You did lock the door, right?

Classic case of 'I swear I locked the door', you thought nothing of it. Besides, you were too far away for anyone to rob you, and if someone did, you had decent insurance. And there weren't any obvious signs of a break-in, so you had no reason to think that someone could actually be in your house.

Practically throwing your bags onto the floor, you rubbed your arms, the weight of the bags making them sting. The plush of the coat did help a bit.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your coat up on a chair in the kitchen, you threw yourself onto the comfortable confines of your couch. You could put the items away in a few minutes, you wanted to relax, just for a little while.

Scrolling through social media to find your friends accounts, you were happy they were doing well. You missed them all like crazy, but this job opportunity was too good to pass up. Plus, you got this house for a pretty cheap price, and you called them up from time to time.

Turning off your phone, you stretched your tired limbs. The tendons and muscles sighing in bliss. You looked at the dark screen of your phone, able to see your reflection. You cleaned some fingerprints and smudges off, and squinted at it. You must be seeing things, because it looked like someone was standing right behind you.

Taking a moment to turn around, you were surprised your neck didn't snap. You sighed, you needed some sleep. Now you're seeing imaginary people standing around you.

Haphazardly placing all your grocery items away, you groggily climbed up the stairs. You yawned as you entered your room, changing into baggy pyjama pants and a plain shirt. One of your favourite parts of being alone included your ditched bra on the ground. You smiled climbing underneath the comforter, ignoring the feeling of becoming too hot too quickly.

Also ignoring the feeling that someone was watching you.

You tried to succumb to the dire need for sleep, but your mind and body just didn't let you. Was it because of the coffee you drank earlier? Or maybe you were sleeping in a weird position... Whatever it was, it bothered you too much to a degree where you actually could not fall asleep.

Opening your eyes, your setting didn't change much, except for the stripe of light that poured in from under your door. But, you turned off that light, you surely remember that.

With what little light you had, you found your phone, the brightness making your eyes squint. The light from your phone alone was able to illuminate most of your room, and you finally connected the dots.

You did lock your door.

You did turn that light off.

Somebody was watching you.

And that somebody was looming over you, large kitchen knife, your kitchen knife in hand. You got up quickly, the man above you slashing your thigh. A scream died in your throat as you cried. You scrambled for the door, somehow prying it open and rushing down the stairs.

You questioned if that lady from the grocery store was actually telling you the truth. You felt stupid, throwing all caution to the wind. After noticing your door was, in fact, unlocked, you should've went over to your neighbours, or someone else. Alas, you made the mistake to not note multiple things wrong, and here you were, paying the price.

You held the cut on your thigh, it wasn't too deep, but it hurt like absolute hell. You sobbed quietly as you limped to your coat. If this notorious murderer wanted your house, it's his. You blamed the lack of decorations outside your house as a 'yeah, come on in' sort of message. He was most likely deterred by the other houses fully immersed in orange lights and jack-o-lanterns, that he chose your boring house instead.

Why he was even here is the question of the century. You were terrified, but you recognised the idea that freaking out as a serial killer is after you was not the best idea.

Pulling your jacket on, you had no idea where your keys were. You cried after checking all the usual spots, cursing your disorganised lifestyle.

Hearing a familiar jingle once you ruffled your jacket, you sighed. You put them in your damn coat pocket.

Not noticing he was right behind your clueless figure, you somehow dodged his grasp, your arm not being so lucky as it was a victim of another cut. You shouldn't have bought new knives.

You pried open the door and rushed to your car, slamming the door shut and fumbling with your keys. For a person who only walks to go after someone, this guy was quick.

You heard the engine, but it wasn't its usual array of sounds. No, this one was an 'I'm fucked, you should've gotten me checked by a mechanic.' kind of noise.

"Come on, please, please... Fuck, not now, come on!" You screamed, figuring turning the key harshly as fast as you could would do the trick.

The man easily caught up to you, unnecessarily breaking your cars window, and grabbing your hair and pulling it. The pain exploded throughout your entire scalp as you yelled in agony. You instinctively clawed at his hand, internally wincing after noticing he had a couple of fingers missing.

You pushed the car door open, causing him to back him up and loosen his grasp. You nearly fell out of the drivers seat, holding the excessively bleeding cut on your thigh tightly.

"Don't, p-please..! Please..." You whimpered, not even being able to run away. You felt pathetic, you should've been like a Final Girl in this situation- but you had no plot armour, instead you were cushioned with the bittersweet sense of reality.

He approached you, stumbling. You hadn't injured him, and, until now, you hadn't gotten a good look at him. He was huge, sculpted to absolute perfection. He nearly fell into you, missing his target with your knife. You pushed your hands onto his chest, feeling a warm substance stain your hands.

It was blood.

But it wasn't your blood.

You didn't realise it instantly, but you knew. It wasn't yours, it just didn't look the same. Maybe a shade darker, but it didn't come from you.

It was his.

You felt as it was impossible for such a man to actually be injured, but you figured that he just came from doing illicit things, things that you didn't want to know.

"Hey, hey, I can fix it. The," You gagged, the smell of copper and other grime flooding your nostrils, the scent of death. "the injuries. I can make it feel better- you, feel better..." You lied, not having the courage to look up at him. You thought if he saw the terror in your eyes, he could figure out your ulterior motives.

"Just, come follow me..." You grabbed his hand, his good hand, and led him into your house. You were amazed with the idea that you were letting a mass murderer into your home, and that you promised you were going to fix him up. You had zero knowledge about basic first aid, and his injuries looked anything but basic. Most of them looked like they could get infected if he didn't get the proper care, and that was what you could see on him.

"Okay, sit down here," You pointed to a wooden chair in your kitchen. It seemed like he preferred your newly purchased couch instead. You resisted the urge to scream at him and mourn at the loss of your couch, but you were more concerned with the potential loss of your life.

You climbed the stairs as quickly as you could, nearly forgetting where your bathroom was. You opened every cabinet, grabbing whatever resembled first aid. You didn't have much, an old bottle of hydrogen peroxide, petroleum jelly, and a dingy roll of bandages. Thankfully, it wasn't too old, as you remembered extremely aged hydrogen peroxide would lose its 'healing power'.

Carefully you made your decent down the stairs, walking into your laundry room to grab a hamper to put the items in. You didn't want him to get his bloody laundry all over your floor.

Trying your absolute best to appear calm, you sat on the edge of the couch, right next to him. Being in a well lit room, you finally noticed that his terrifying face, was in fact, not his face. He donned a white Halloween mask, which looked quite burned. You took note of how the latex used to mesh with his skin due to the melting. You reached out to touch the faint burn scar just shy of his Adam's apple. It looked mostly healed, now a ring of healed skin cells surrounded his neck. It could've healed better, no doubt. You didn't think he knew how to deal with such an injury of that magnitude on his own. You continued to absentmindedly caress the healed scar on his neck, only halting once you took note of what an embarrassing action you were engaging in. It seems he shockingly didn't mind, though.

He sat perfectly still, you thought for a second he actually passed away. But you noticed the soft rise and fall of his chest. He was still breathing, and you weren't going to get away so easily.

You saw your knife still in his impossibly tight grasp, there was no way you would get any closer to him if he still had that blade.

"Could you, ya know..." You motioned to the kitchen utensil, though it clearly was something else to him. "Please, I," You sighed, your breath shaky while your cheeks were stained with tears.

He loosened his grip on the smooth end of the handle. You, like anyone in this perfectly normal situation, thought that if he agreed with you, he'd move the knife on his own. But you quickly made the connection that he wanted you to take it from him- or maybe you were reading too deep into this.

You made a move closer to his relaxed hand, slowly outstretching your arm to not look like you'd do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for him to think you were going to try something.

You figured it would be better to tend to him yourself, instead of asking him to help you. It already looked like he was quite stubborn, but the issue was that he was hurt pretty badly.

Unzipping his mechanics coveralls, you quietly gasped at the sight of him. He was surprisingly toned, and even more surprising to you, he was an older man. The bruised skin scattered with snowy chest hair. You unconsciously raked your fingernails through his taut chest gently, muttering out an apology once you noticed his stomach flex. You retracted your hand like you'd been caught by a flame. You blamed the loss of blood for your idiotic action.

Unzipping it further, you quickly stopped at his impressive v-line. You nearly started to drool, embarrassingly looking away at the very noticeable bulge in his coveralls. You traced the veins that led to his hardening cock with your eyes, desperately wanting to unzip the garment further.

You couldn't.

He had so many deep gashes on him, some of them being rather fresh, but the majority were older scars. You saw how many of those old scars were recovered bullet holes. You lost count too many times. Could he even be killed..? Not like you could be the one to do it, anyway.

You flipped the hydrogen peroxide lid open and placed a fluffy cotton ball under the steady stream. "It'll sting." You whispered, pressing the ball to an opened wound on his shoulder.

Not even having the chance to blink, you felt his hand tangle in your hair once more, slamming you against your coffee table. You wailed as you felt the pain radiating on one side of your skull.

"I'm sorry! I t-told you it would sting a bit! I'm sorry," You repeated yourself countless times, fearing that now was the moment he'd be fed up with you, and kill you.

It seemed like he wanted to do exactly that, but with the amount of injuries he had sustained, his aim wasn't the best. He flipped you over and grabbed your knife, but instead of cutting your clavicle, like you thought he had intended, he sliced your shirt right down the middle. Maybe he did it on purpose, too.

Your head was spinning, small black spots filling your vision. You tried your best not to pass out, since you had no idea what he'd do once you were unconscious. You didn't even know that your shirt was cut.

Until he touched you.

It wasn't a threatening touch, to your amazement. It was like how you'd touched him earlier, gently and somewhat uncoordinated. Pressing down your sternum, he fondled your breast a little harshly, a hitch in your breath that was painfully obvious to the both of you.

It was clear that he, at first, did not know what he was really doing. A somewhat clumsy squeeze here and there. But watching your many reactions just to the slight brush of his fingers against your nipple spurred him on.

You didn't want to let him know you slightly enjoyed this, it felt wrong. It was wrong. You were starting to want a man who had done evil things, a man who had no problem hurting you. Yet, here you were, laying under him, melting into his touch.

You couldn't bite back a mewl when he had accidentally, or so you thought, caught your nipple between his thick fingers. It shocked you how quickly he was learning how to play your body, strumming it perfectly in return to hear you sing.

Focused on the pleasurable feelings coming from the man above, you were utterly caught off guard when he had slashed just below your navel. You cried out, your mind not being able to handle the continuous onslaught of two radically different feelings.

Suddenly, you grabbed his hand, not showing any emotion to your unanticipated touch, he looked down at you expectantly. You stared into the dark eyeholes of his mask, almost able to see his eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Your voice swayed, more tears escaping from your wide eyes. Your pupils were blown out of fear, your heart hammering in your chest. You wondered if he could hear it, but a small part of you knew he did.

He got off of you, returning to his spot on the couch. You had no idea where the sudden spur of arousal came from within him. You didn't want to acknowledge the uncomfortable heat that pooled in your abdomen.

You had some trouble of your own getting up, he had done some serious damage to you. You knew you couldn't tend to either of your injuries. But seeing his many healed wounds, you figured he would survive to see another day. While you on the other hand, needed medical attention. If he wasn't a seemingly invincible killer, you would most definitely suggest that he come with you.

You didn't want to sleep in this house, as long as he was here with you. You left the 'medical' supplies on the coffee table, trying to leave to your room. You felt a large hand wrap around your fragile wrist. You flinched at the feeling, looking at him with a terrified expression.

"I'm just going to be upstairs. There's food in the fridge if you get hungry, and," You lost your train of thought, feeling woozy and nauseous. "sorry, if you need to shower, bathroom is upstairs. If you need anything from me, you know where my room is." You prayed he didn't need anything.

Wobbling up the stairs, you nearly collapsed on your bed. You would buy new bedsheets and a comforter another day, since you bloodied everything below you already. You really needed to go to a hospital, you hadn't known how much blood you'd lost. You hoped you didn't have a concussion, either.

You figured you could leave after he fell asleep, so you lay perfectly still in your bed. You couldn't take your car, even if it would start, the process was way too loud. It would probably wake him up. You opened your phone, quickly downloading a generic ride service app. You scheduled a ride for a bit later, figuring he should be asleep by then.

Pushing your phone under your pillow, you turned to your side. Trying to ignore the cut on your thigh, being the deepest cut he made on you. Facing the wall, you heard your door open. You nearly stopped breathing, your heart beating rampantly against your rib cage.

Hearing his heavy footsteps nearing you, your eyes screwed shut, trying to appear as you were asleep. You felt his asymmetrical touch on your hip, lifting the comforter from you. You tried your best to lay still, attempting to slow your breathing.

Feeling his good hand run through the gash on your thigh, you nearly screamed at the burning sensation. He manipulated your blood into his hand, smearing it across your still exposed sternum. You felt him continue to paint your body with a beautiful shade of carmine, and all you could do was lay there, and try not to weep.

As abruptly as this situation had happened, it ended. He left without a single word, as you were used to. You didn't question why he was silent, not wanting to converse with a man who kills.

You desperately wanted to shower, ridding the mixture of blood on your body. Deciding it was a good idea, you grabbed a dark towel, not wanting to dirty it with your blood.

Grabbing your phone to check the time, you cursed, tossing your towel onto your dirtied bed when you saw a notification saying your driver was outside. There was no way he would be asleep, considering the fact that he was just in your room a few minutes ago. But you needed to go, and you could just sneak out the back, hopefully without him noticing.

Wiggling out of your bloodied clothing, you pulled on some loose clothes, as not to agitate your cuts. The bleeding on your arm and underneath your navel had slowed, or even stopped, but the cut on your thigh had crimson still flowing steadily. You could get it stitched relatively quickly, and be back before he realised you were even gone.

What were you thinking?

You had still wanted to come back to this home, with that man in it. Your only thoughts should be run, run as far as you possibly could. You should call the police the second you got in the car.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't believe how shitty you looked. Your blood was smudged all over your skin, painting yourself in a deep crimson. Your hair was disheveled, your cheeks stained with tears. Shades of indigo rung around your eyes, the whites of your sclera was now an angry red.

Pulling your shirt down to cover the mess, you fixed your hair as best as you could, and as quietly as possible, left your room.

Every creak of the door and floorboards had you fearing for your life. Was he around the corner? Holding your knife and ready to finally end you?

Bending and twisting your body to make your way across the hall as quietly as possible, you began to get giddy once you snatched your coat. Sneaking downstairs, turning to look at your couch, seeing two large legs hang off the armrest. You smiled, the tall man looking comical on your tiny settee. A bit of you actually found it kind of cute.

Leaving through the back door while craning your neck to check your back, you made it out to your driver. Pulling open the door and cringing at it's squeaking hinges, you sat in the backseat.

The driver was all too talkative, blabbing about his previous customers. While you would've been happy to falsely engage with him in conversation- you simply had no energy to do so. Only when he turned to see you all marked up did he shut his mouth and focus on the roads.

Your battered skin was surrounded by a hazy glow from your phone, your finger shaking on the last digit. If you called the police, all your problems- your problem, would disappear. Your lonesome digit continued to hover over the final 'one'. It would be so easy, just a shout of your address and it was over.

But you couldn't.

There was something holding you back, the thought that maybe- just maybe- he was a confused old man. A confused old man who killed some people.

The thought that he killed people was bothersome enough, but furthermore, he was after you. Or rather, the fact that he wasn't after you, was most concerning. And when he had touched you, God- it felt absolutely phenomenal. Even if he hadn't been the most harmonised with your body yet, he would fine tune his touches soon enough. You had no issue teaching him.

You lagged for a minute before noticing you wanted, actually wanted, him to touch you. Had you been that touch starved, that you wanted someone who murders others for no reason?!

Yes.

Yes you have been.

•

Thanking the man and paying him a nice tip (and hopefully not bloodying his seats), you hobbled over to the front of the hospital, chatting with a woman who was clacking away on her computer.

"Hello." A flat greeting, her eyes not leaving whatever was on her computer screen.

You had no clue how you were even standing, no doubt thanks to the endorphins creating an analgesic feeling throughout you.

Thanks to you not saying a single thing to the woman, she tore her eyes off her computer and took a look at you. Judgement pierced your soul, her nose crinkled, typing something.

She asked for some insurance and basic patient information, to which you were barely able to give her. You just wanted to awake from this hell of a nightmare already.

Half-assing pretty much everything the woman had to do with you, she chirped out something that was too cheery for you to understand, while clasping a wristband around you.

Another woman came out, ushering you over to a room, offering water and other nice things with a soothing tone. You practically melted into her while she helped you onto the bed.

You didn't even feel the torturous invasive prick of the intravenous drip sticking out of your arm. The nurse began to question you- how you got your injuries and such.

She seemed rather concerned, and she had a right to feel such a way! You looked like quite the patient- all bloody and bruised.

You for sure could not say 'a mass murderer snuck into my house, and he almost killed me. But instead of killing me, he started feeling me up.' or else the nurse would look at you as if you were insane. You totally weren't, you were just having recurring sexual thoughts about a man who has been trying to kill you. The way he had touched you, it wasn't a complete oddity that you were having these thoughts.

You quickly racked your brain for any shitty excuse, "I think someone tried to rob me, I don't remember much... I'm sorry." You didn't have the capacity to become your inner actor.

"Oh, no sweetie! You don't have to be sorry 'bout a darn thing!" She took your hand, her smooth index finger rubbing over the gaps of your knuckles.

She offered you a dark hospital gown, leaving the room so you can change.

You hurled your old clothes on a spare seat in the cramped room, messily tying the back of the gown before laying on the bed. You hadn't even given reality a fair chance to settle in. You could've been dead, you should've been dead. You were starting to feel, actual emotions. The number one hard-hitter being absolute agony- both physically, and especially mentally.

You hadn't felt the tears that began their inevitable flow, streaming in steady rivulets down your cheeks. You embraced it, silently weeping, curling in on yourself on the uncomfortable hospital bed.

"You doin' alright?"

Not noticing the doctor and his assistant, you became extremely embarrassed. You wanted to scream no, to shake him back and forth and tell him everything that's happened. Inhaling shakily, you dug up some generic dialogue, "Sorry, just.. shaken up, I guess." You sniffed, rubbing the itchy corner of your eyes. The two began to comfort you, assuring you were safe.

The man began to explain what he was going to do, check your injuries, your body. He asked you if you were comfortable with it, and you told him everything was fine. You wanted him to fix you, and that's what he was going to do.

He asked you to show your injuries, you started with your worst one- right in the centre of your thigh. He showed true commiseration towards you, which had been slightly unwanted. His assistant handed you a cup of sweet juice and downed it quickly, your burning throat soothing instantly. You whispered your appreciation.

The doctor began to clean and stitch up your cut, simply bandaging the other slashes. He checked you out for a concussion, ordering some scans. He asked you if you were well off enough to walk on your own, you guaranteed him you were fine.

•

After getting a reassurance that you were somewhat healthy, and clearly very shaken up, the doctor left you to sleep. He told you to press the immensely sized red button that was labeled 'nurse', in capital white letters if you needed anything. Feeling a little uncomfortable to plainly summon somebody into your room, you wouldn't need to press the button anytime soon.

Before the doctor left, you quickly request nobody come into your room lest you press the button. He nodded, somewhat hesitantly.

You didn't want to go home, fear that he was still in your house. You were terrified of the medical bill of an overnight stay, but you hoped your insurance would assist heavily.

Nuzzling into the itchy linens and sheets, you easily drifted off to much needed rest, the blocky pillow not helping much...

•

Slowly but surely getting dragged from your sleep, you felt a stinging sensation on your thigh. No doubt the rawness of your stitches and the antiseptic that seeped into your sensitive cut.

You felt it.

Felt him.

Maybe it was the nurse, checking on your fatigued figure. You needed to stop making these scenarios in your head and accept what was truly going on.

"How did you.." You whispered, feeling the damned unbalanced touch of his heavy hand. You knew he came to finish the job, too disturbed to think of how he had found you- relatively quick, too.

Realising that, you were indeed, in a public place, you took a sharp inhale. He knew you were trying to scream, the flat of his blade pressing against your carotid artery. You shut up after that.

Moving slowly, you snaked your arm to the back of the hospital bed, grabbing the nurse call button. You felt it, the shiny exterior brush by your fingertips.

He took it from you, destroying it with impressive strength. The veins and tendons of his hand flexing. Your thighs squeezed together, feeling a surge of excitement blast throughout your body- you felt disgusting.

Your pupil devoured your irises, you were fucking terrified. Your breath quivered with every inhale, you couldn't think right. You looked him over, still wearing his dark coveralls. You noticed some bandages on him, feeling a bit sad that you couldn't put them on him yourself. Looking lower, then immediately higher after seeing something you shouldn't have, your face set aflame.

He was hard. He was enjoying this, instilling fear into you.

You couldn't help but start to drool at the evident print in his coveralls, growing excited seeing how large he was.

He tore the old blanket off of your shivering body, not because of the cold, no. He knew why.

Not bothering to use the knife, which was still yours, he ripped your cheap hospital gown, exposing your breasts once more.

Not taken aback by the slightest, he ran his thumbs over your pert nipples, feeling your breasts push flush against his hands- thanks to your body arching in response to his minuscule and fumbling touches.

You couldn't take anymore of his teasing, slithering your trembling hand lower and lower, feeling your sopping cunt. You didn't want to pay attention to how you were so wet so fast.

But you couldn't help but know that you hopelessly wanted him. You wanted him to absolutely ruin you.

Biting back a gasp once you slipped a finger inside your begging hole, you felt him continue to pinch and grope your breasts. Squishing them harshly, then swapping to an experimental knead. It all had you shuddering against him.

He stopped, watching your pleasureful expressions, even after he had quit touching you. He looked at your free hand, then the other that was occupied with your pussy. Seizing your hand quickly, he looked at the slick that covered your quivering digits.

"It's because of.. you." You whimpered, thighs clenching, attempting to slow the mess of your arousal on them. You assumed in such a situation, it'd be best to tell him what he wanted to hear.

Eyeing your dripping pussy, he spread your thighs further, wanting a better view. You gasped when his finger grazed against your slit, your warmth gaping over nothing. You needed him to fill you.

Accidentally bumping against your clit, you felt lightning strike through you, involuntarily jolting against his touch.

"Fuck, right there," You gasped, taking his hand and pushing it against your clit. He wrapped his free hand around your frail throat, cutting the steady flow of oxygen through your lungs. You quickly got the message that he did not like being told what to do, and you knew you had zero rights to give him orders.

Holding his hand against your throat, you looked down at his large hand against your pussy, cupping your hot sex. You bit your lip, rocking your hips against his hand, trying to get any kind of friction. He retracted his lower hand, using it to unzip his coveralls. You eyed the fabric until it gently flitted to the ground, revealing his large cock.

You silently gasped, your mouth open dumbly. Your abdomen tightened, the warm palpitation of your pussy becoming wildly uncomfortable.

He gave a few hard squeezes to your neck, causing your head to spin. You gazed to his large and dangerous hand, holding his heavy dick in hand. It was so thick, and his girth had you nearly begging for him.

Kneeling on the small cot and feeling him inch closer towards your needy being, you started to grow nervous that it couldn't support his massive frame. He grabbed his cock, lining his engorged tip to your cunt.

He slid his cock against your slit, coating his length with your slick. You hissed lowly, trying to encourage him to push into you by moving your hips.

The grip on your neck tightened as he shoved himself in quickly, causing you to scream out. A large hand over your loud mouth, you moaned and mewled against his palm. The stretch of his dick painful, but fuck, it felt so good. Being this full, his fat cock dragging against your gummy walls slowly. You were tight, too tight for him, to the point where you were uncomfortable. Your cunt hugging him as he tried to slam back into you.

He couldn't fit entirely, his cock already kissing your cervix. You cried out against his palm as you clawed the back of his hand. His cock breaking you open as he continued to pierce you with his length.

Your eyes rolled back, the pain blurred by the immense bliss he was giving you. His dick filling you to the brim as the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him back in filled the small room.

Muffled moans came from your mouth as he continued to stuff you full of him, his hips slamming against your own as you stared where the two of you were conjoined.

He leaned closer to you, all that was audible to you-that weren't your own noises, was his heavy breathing. It made you clench tighter around him, knowing that your body was impacting him. You whimpered feeling his cock swell deeper inside you.

Harshly flipping you around, his hand raked through your hair, gripping it tightly as he pushed you into the cot, fucking you deeper and deeper into the hospital bed.

You screamed into the linens as his cock pushed against that utterly magical part inside of you- making you see stars as you convulsed around him, finishing on his cock as you squealed as quietly as you could. The bliss quickly turned once he continued to slam into you, your overshot nerves begging for a break. You wailed against the sheets, your velvety walls squeezing his heavy cock inside of you.

You felt him silence you when he pushed your head against the cot further, his thrusts still relentless. You persisted with the sounds, the pleasure doubling once he memorised that bundle of nerves nestled inside of you, hitting it with unknown accuracy.

Turning you over once more, both of his huge hands on either side of your hips, biting marks into the soft and smooth flesh. He growled deeply, his thrusts slowing, but still powerful. You looked up into the empty eyeholes of his mask, the pale moonlight that snuck in from the curtains illuminating the black holes. You gasped, looking deeply into the mismatch of his eyes, beautiful blue, while the other iris had milky splotches, you couldn't quite tell if it was scarred, too.

His pupils were enlarged, irises swallowed whole. His eyes made you shake with want, whimpering against him. His eyes showed there was a beast harboured deep within, ready to pounce on you at any given time, sinking its teeth into you. You shivered and looked at his pectorals instead.

Keening in on you, he groaned under the mask, pumping his cock into your wanton pussy. Again and again, he pressed against your cervix, making your toes curl and back arch. You moaned and mewled, a symphony of sounds just for him.

"Oh, oh f-fuck..!" You sighed, anchoring onto the corner of the bed as he continued to rail into you at an unforgiving speed.

Your knuckles blanched as your grip on the bedsheets was ridiculously tight, your eyes screwed shut, wailing out as you felt your orgasm wash over you once more. It felt phenomenal as you cried against him, insides dragging him deeper while you hugged his cock tightly.

His thrusts stuttered, hands squeezing your hips harder, eliciting a whimper from you. He doubled over, body pushing into your own. Shoving himself deeply into you one last time, he finished deep inside of you with a groan.

He pulled out of you slowly, pearlescent cum leaking out of your abused cunt. He wasted no time in stuffing it back into you, hearing you gasp in surprise.

You lay on the hospital bed, chest rising and falling quickly, your tits moving with every breath. He squeezed your breasts and pinched your nipples to get another reaction out of you. Asshole.

Not wanting the realisation of having sexual intimacy with a serial killer set in, you curled into the bed, throwing the thin blanket over you.

You were absolutely exhausted, your mind only set on sleep. Snuggling against the uncomfortable bed once more, you painfully noticed once he had left. For your hairs were no longer bristled, your heart rate was calmed, the cold sweat had been absent.

You wanted him to stay.

#michael myers x reader #slashers #fanfic #smut #michael myers #halloween

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“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this. Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary. Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this. I’m coming apart. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof. If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE????? PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth. The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain. It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt. Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.” Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters. Hm. Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others? Because I do. He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around. But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization. Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name? Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen. Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen. About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her. This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode? He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given? Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters. Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him. He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter. Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant??? I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board. It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back. He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech. His guilt, his regret. The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap. All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck. Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along. We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now. Everybody’s gonna die, Cas. Everybody. I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc. Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me. I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows. He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life. When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have.

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is. To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument. And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are. It’s not. And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you.

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake. Don’t love me. Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me. Don’t leave me. Don’t love me. Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought. One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything. It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this. Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve. Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will. We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen. But they did it. They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit. They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story. This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen. Dean is missing Cas. That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them. Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back. Chuck will not win. That’s not the story being told, and right now? He’s winning. He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.” “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road. It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one. “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas. Together.

#destiel #spn #supernatural #my meta #destiel meta #spoilers #spn 15x18 #i cannot believe this #i cant believe i wrote this #this is real #theyre really canon

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Title: Crush

Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!youtuber!reader

Collab with: @the-winter-sxldier-posts

Requested by: @unicornblood4ever

Request: Hi I just saw your request post for Corpse, so if you're still taking requests I have one. The reader have been on a losing streak, and Corpse tries to help. But accidentally rats himself out as the second imposter. With fluff if possible, of course only if you have time to write and everything.

Word Count: 3963

Warnings: a little angts and fluff, i guess?

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

Part II: Here

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Y/N sat down at her gaming setup, she was getting ready to start a stream she had been invited by her friend Felix (aka Pewdiepie) to play among us with him, and some other friends. She made sure everything was in order before starting it. She had been doing this for so long, but each time it felt like the first, and there was always that little chill in her belly indicating she was nervous.

She got onto her twitter quickly, just to let people know she was live in case they didn't get the notification about it. As people started coming in, Y/N smiled at the camera. “Hey guys, welcome to the stream.” She read one of the comments from chat asking what she was gonna be playing on stream today. “Today we are streaming some “Among Us’ with some friends, and I am getting to who they are before you guys spam it in chat. I’m going to be playing with Corpse, Sykkuno, Rae, Felix, Seán, Lily, Toast, Poki and Leslie.”

She joined the discord call, as the game loaded up. Y/N had her facecam in the middle on the bottom screen to make sure that she wouldn’t leak the code, once Felix sent it to the discord. Once the code was entered they were in the lobby and Y/N, went to the little mini computer in the game to customize her astronaut, and as always she was quick to pick the white colored one with the pink flower on her helmet. “Hey guys.” Y/N said to her friends in discord with a smile. Felix was the first to speak “Y/N finally you’re here!” She and everyone else laughed as he kept talking, excitedly. “We are still waiting for Corpse and Seán to join before we start, they’ll be here in a minute.” Everyone had said their hellos to Y/N as Seán joined the discord call and the game, followed shortly by Corpse. “Hey, Seán, Corpse.” “Hey, Y/N.” “Whaddup baby.” They both said at the same time making everyone laugh once more, as they all had their characters customized. Y/N’s face turned a few shades of red at what Corpse had said, and her chat was quick to pick up on it. “That is everyone, we are starting the game now.” She muted her mic after Felix had started the game and the black screen with the red astronaut, said shhhhh. Then her screen read ‘Crewmate, there are 2 imposters among us.’

She blew out a breath talking to the chat. “At least we can warm up as a crewmate this round.”

But…

It didn't take much longer for her to get killed, which made her swear. She knew she couldn't trust Felix but she did anyway, and he literally stabbed her in the back… What a traitor.

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The time passed faster than it should have, or at least that’s what it seemed to the group of friends who were just having fun.

Y/N had now been streaming for an hour, and she was on a major losing streak. She either got crewmate, or voted out first as imposter because she was a bad liar. Or when that didn't happen, she was one of the first ones to be killed, and had to spend the entire game floating from one side of the ship to the other as a little white ghost, completing tasks for her team to win. To be honest, she was already a little irritated about that. They were now in the lobby talking to each other while waiting to start the next game. Y/N's nostrils were flared with frustration after another round of failure at being an imposter. She sighed, unmuting her mic."I just wanted to say that in all of these rounds I must have played a full 8 seconds! Like come on, what's wrong with me today!?"

That phrase was enough to make the others burst out laughing, including her chat. The comments came and went so fast, sliding on the screen on her right side, that she could barely keep up.

Sykkuno, like the blessed and pure angel he was, replied amid laughter: "Don't worry, you're just on a bad streak. Better luck next time."

"Yeah, I guess." She answered while moving her mini white astronaut in circles, being quickly accompanied by the black astronaut with horns on his helmet. Y/N smiled at that.

"Stop talking guys, I'll start the new round now." Pewds, who was the host, almost screamed at them.

Y/N cracked her neck and her fingers preparing herself.

"Stay with me this time Y/N, and I'll protect you." A deep voice was heard through her headphones, causing a shiver to go all the way down her spine.

"Oh!" She exclaimed surprised, looking at her chat that was going insane with everyone saying how cute that was. "Thank you, Corpse, let's do that."

"No problem." She could hear the smile in his voice.

The game was started and the black screen with the red astronaut, said shhhhh. Then her screen read IMPOSTER.

Y/N quickly muted her mic, as soon as she stopped listening to her friends speak. "Okay, I wasn't expecting that." She commented to her chat, very surprised, because next to her doll was Corpse's own little character. "Well, maybe my luck is changing. Everyone heard that Corpse and I were going to be together, so at least now we have an alibi if anyone suspects us." Corpse danced around Y/N, suggesting she follow him, and immediately she did. They both went through the ship as he was looking for innocent astronauts for them to murder. They ended up in medbay first, where Y/N faked her samples task, with Corpse watching over her and making sure that no one would find their behavior suspicious.

And, oh, how her luck seemed to have increased when Felix walked in. Y/N immediately pulled up the sabotage map and locked the medbay doors, and Corpse was quick to kill him. That made the girl laugh hard, yelling out loud. "That was just karma having its way!"

Then both vented out as the doors were still locked.

Y/N smiled talking to the chat. “Pewds is dead, next if the opportunity arises we need to get Seán. They are the two that always sus me out even when I’m a crewmate.” She went back to the game as they vented into electrical, since nobody was there presently. They both faked tasks in electrical, Y/N going first with Corpse watching her back. To her surprise, Seán walked in all alone and right as she was going to get her first kill, when Felix’s body was reported. She rolled her eyes. “Damn, so close to getting them both.” She said to her fans as she unmuted the mic, and saw that Rae was the one that found Pewds.

“Where is the body?” Y/N questioned trying to keep her voice level and calm, to not give herself away. “Pewds is dead in medbay.” Was the answer she got from the other girl. “Y/N and I were in Electrical with Seán.” Corpse said, trying to immediately shift suspicion off of the two of them. “They were already there when I entered the room, however. I don't know where they came from before, though."

"We came in through storage, after Y/N and I both did the trash chute, Y/N stopped at the gas can and then we came to the electrical to do our tasks."

Y/N quickly muted herself. "God, Corpse is gonna carry us this round, I can already feel it…I just want one kill and that is Seán, Corpse can kill everyone else... I just want to kill Seán!" She unmuted again as the friends decided that they didn't have enough information to vote anyone, so they skipped and no one was ejected.

Corpse danced around again for Y/N to follow him and she did. This time they went through weapons. Y/N faked the task against the wall while Corpse faked one as well. Y/N brought up the sabotage map while they waited on the kill cool down to end.

Y/N sabotaged the lights, and the two imposters ran over there to turn them on as a way not to give anything that made them suspicious.

"Kill someone, don't wait for Corpse." Y/N read the comments, confused. "I don't know guys, are you sure? Today I haven't won any games as an imposter, so I don't want to give any reasons to make my team lose.” Looking back at the screen of the computer, she smiled seeing that the two little astronauts were touching each other, eye to eye, in what would probably be a strange little kiss. "Awww guys, look! Corpse just kissed me, this is too cute to handle."

But there was something that the fans did not fail to notice, and were quick to tell her that.

User: She's blushing!

User: This is so cute, I'm dying.

User: UGH, I ship them together so much!

"Oh, shut up y’all." She said with her face on fire, clearing her throat trying to make her voice normal again. However, the pink tone that painted her cheeks did not want to disappear, getting worse and worse as she thought about it. “Okay, as much as I don't like it, I'm going to do what you said. I’m sorry, Corpse." And then she quickly ran away, going to another path separated from Corpse, looking for someone alone that she could kill.

Hopefully it would be Seán.Y/n would be the first to agree that she was a little obsessed with getting her revenge. But could you blame her? Seán and Felix were almost always the reason she got voted out or killed first.

She went around the map, and on the navigation she found Lily alone. "Oh oh, poor Lily, but I need to do this." She was quick to press the button, kill and enter the vent, leaving Lily's body cut in half behind.

"Quickly, I need to find someone to be my alibi! Where's Corpse?" She came out of a different vent, running and seeing Rae nearby, quickly joining her. It didn't take long before someone reported the body. "Oh no, I'm sweating already."

“Lily’s body was in navigation.” Leslie said.

“And Toast is dead too, so it was a double kill this round.”

"Where have you been, Leslie?" Corpse asked with such a deep and calm voice that if Y/N were not the other imposter, she would think he was innocent. “I was with Sykkuno in security, looking at the cameras.”

“Yes, I was with him.” The mentioned boy said.

“Well, I was with Poki in medbay but I needed to do the asteroids in weapons. So, when I finished in weapons I went down, and found the body." Leslie replied.

"That seems a little sus to me, to be honest."

"Yeah, seems pretty sus to me too." Y/N repeated after Corpse, trying to help.

"Okay, wait a minute." Rae began, suspiciously. "I was with Y/N for a while because we met in storage, but she came from the right side of the map, I saw it."

"Explain yourself, Y/N."

'Oh no. Busted.' Thought the girl nervously looking at the camera. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and replied as calmly as she could: "Well, yes it's true, but I was in comms uploading. When I finished I left and that's when I found Rae in storage."

"It's her!" Seán accused.

"Definitely."

"What!?" Y/N asked shocked. "No, I'm not the imposter guys, I swear!"

"Y/N, stop, it makes perfect sense. I'm voting." She rolled her eyes, that is exactly why she wanted to kill Seán.

It was then that Corpse interrupted: "It couldn't have been her, she was with me."

'What?' Y/N asked herself, 'No, I wasn’t. What is he doing?'

"But... You said you were with Sykkuno."

"I... Yeah, but before that I was with her in Comms, but I left to go to the Security."

"And what path did you take?" Rae questioned.

"I went through storage, then electrical and I went up."

"That’s impossible because I went down the left side, and went through electrical and I didn't see you."

"They’re both the imposters, oh my god." Was Seáns revelation.

"No, we are not. What he said is true!" Y/N tried to defend.

"I'm going to vote Corpse this time just for his audacity!" Rae exclaimed excitedly. "Then we vote for Y/N!"

"What!?" Corpse said shocked. "No...!"

But it was too late, and quickly his little bean body flew off the ship. ‘Corpse was ejected.’

The girl could do nothing more than gawk at the computer screen, still shocked by what had happened. "No!" She said when she muted the microphone. "The game is already lost. What can I do?" She questioned, guilty.

User: Noooo! Poor Corpse.

User: He was defending her :(

User: It's her fault that they found out he was the other imposter.

Guilt weighed on Y/N's heart and she felt saddened. Why did she have to ruin everything? "I know, I'll apologize to him when I can." She whispered to the chat, quietly, running around with her character confusedly. "What do I do now? Do I kill someone or do I play innocent?"

But at that time a meeting was called by Seán who was camped by the emergency button, and everyone got together to speak.

"Yes?"

"Well, we already know who the other imposter is. Are we going to vote her out or not?" He said laughing.

"Guys, please don't, it’s not me."

"Sorry Y/N, but you're the only one sus right now."

"What about Leslie?” Y/N tried. “She left Poki in medbay, she could have gone to navigation, killed Lily, self-reported and said she was in weapons!"

"No, don't believe her!" Leslie shouted. “She’s lying.”

"I know it's Y/N, I'm going to vote for her!"

And one by one everyone voted, and the game was over.

"Good job guys, we did it." The others celebrated while the girl almost pouted.

"What happened, Corpse? I’ve never seen you like that, well, playing so badly I mean." Sykkuno questioned his friend timidly.

There was silence from Corpse for a moment, before he simply said. "I don’t know.”

Swallowing hard, Y/N spoke softly. "Corpse?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ehh, don't be. That's alright."

But that was not enough to erase her guilt. "You know Seán this is exactly why I was gonna kill you in the electrical, before Rae found Felix's body. You always sus me out even when I’m innocent."

“But you were the imposter this time!”

After a new game where she quickly died (Seán was the one who broke her neck and left her body in admin), the girl was quick to open Discord and send a message to the deep-voiced boy, who as much - as she didn't want to admit it, even more to herself - was her crush.

Y/N: I’m so sorry I got you voted out, honestly, I feel so bad about it. I’m such a bad imposter.

CORPSE: Y/N, It’s fine, really. There’s no need for you to feel bad about it ♥.

This put a smile on the girl's face again, and her chat was quick to question what was going on. She shrugged her shoulders and gave no further answer, Y/N returned to concentrating on the game, with the corner of her lips lifted in a half smile that she couldn’t control.

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Time quickly passed full of fun for the ten friends, and the thousands of people who watched them. Y/N didn't win any of the rounds, but she didn't care about it anymore. After another hour of playing she decided to say goodbye and finish the stream, feeling the tiredness dominating her. She ate something and took a long and relaxing bath, which eased her aching muscles, and was already in her fluffy blue pajama pants, and was getting ready to go to bed when her phone rang.

Picking it up from the nightstand, she looked at the screen and gasped in surprise seeing who was facetiming her. A shiver ran down her spine. Shaking from head to toe, with her heart pounding, she quickly ran her hand through her hair making sure she was at least minimally presentable, before she answered it, saying nervously, "Hey, Corpse, is everything okay?"

The screen came to life, with her tiny image in the corner and the completely black screen dominating it. Of course he wouldn't turn on the camera, nor did she want him to do it if he didn't feel comfortable. It was already surprising that he actually called, since he has never done that before, and that was what made her even more nervous.

"I just wanted to check on you." His voice came through the phone.

That made her face heat up a little. She was thankful that the only light she had on was the lamp on her nightstand and he couldn’t see how red her face got.

"Cute pajamas by the way." He said while laughing a little bit, provoking her.

"Well, I would say the same thing, but I can't see anything." Y/N provoked back.

There was a comfortable silence after that, a silence that the two of them seemed afraid to try to break. The girl laid down on her bed, curled up under her warm sheets, and looked at the black screen kindly, with her head resting on the pillow.

"So-"

"I-" They both said at the same time, and immediately stopped talking when they realized that. “Go ahead-” “You first-” they once again said at the exact same time.

Y/N tried to speak. She really tried. She was so prepared to tell him the truth, to tell him how much she was into him, that she was in fact in love with him… She was prepared to say that meeting him, and having him in her life for the past few months was one of the best things that ever happened to her. Y/N was determined to speak, but when she tried, nothing came out. She stood there, opening and closing her mouth, sighing with a frown on her face.

"What's up?" Corpse asked seeing that, with concern in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Y/N, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know that." And she really did, Corpse was a good friend, an excellent friend who was always there for her... And that was exactly what she was afraid to ruin with her confession. "You are able to make me so nervous sometimes, even when I think I'm feeling brave."

"Oh, yeah?" He asked, and she could practically see his smile, even though she has never actually seen it. She was in love with a faceless man and she had no idea how to tell him that.

"Oh, shut up."

He laughed deeply for a long time, and that was enough to make her smile. Finally he stopped and said quietly, almost timidly. "I think what you wanted to say is exactly what I want to tell you."

Impossible, Y/N thought with a sad smile on her lips. I want to tell you how much I love you but… how could I? And who could ever love me?

"No, believe me, it isn't." “And how do you know it isn’t?” Y/N bit her lip a little unsure of how to answer him without revealing her feelings for him. “I-” But she cuts herself off, not having the courage to actually say the words. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle the groan that came out of her mouth, at how much a coward she was being, but she mumbled out her response that was still muffled. “I just know.”

“What was that?” All he had heard were incoherent sounds.. She sighed, removing her face from the pillow not wanting to repeat what she had said, to save herself the rejection, since he couldn’t possibly feel the same way that she did about him.

“Are you really not going to tell me?” His voice broke through her thoughts. She sighed, trying to get away from the internal battle going on in her mind. “Y/N?” He spoke once again, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“If I say it... everything is gonna be ruined and weird for us, and I don’t want that. Your friendship is so important to me, you're my best friend.” She ran a hand down her face, furious with herself. “How do you know that, if you don’t say it?”

“Because I just do, okay?” Why couldn't he just let it go? "I-" She tried to say it out loud, once more. C'mon Y/N, just say it. "I gotta go!" She said quickly tried to end the call, but he wouldn't let her.

"No!" He screamed out sharply, taking her by surprise and then he did something she never thought he would do.

The screen, which was previously completely dark, lit up and his face finally appeared for the girl who loved him to see. Y/N sighed in shock, admiring all his features, from his ivory-white skin to his dark curly hair.

"I have a crush on you too." He confessed quietly, with a soft pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.

Did he just...? Oh my god!

There was silence again, but this time it was a silence that had become tense and terrifying for both of them. Corpse was nervous waiting for her to say something, and she could tell. His mouth was pressed in a thin line, he didn't seem able to face her as his gaze traveled anywhere but to her, and he fidgeted immensely, touching everything within reach from the rings - that she saw he had on his fingers - to the chain necklace he had around his neck.

"Oh." She sighed softly, not knowing what to say.

He looked at her then, apprehensive and almost ashamed. "Ugly, I know."

"No!" Y/N was quick to interrupt. "You are incredibly handsome just… just as I always imagined." The girl managed to see a small smile appear on his lips as he blushed deeply.

"I..."

"I’m in love with you too." She confessed, finally without fear. It felt like weight lifted off her to finally get it out in the open between the two of them.

Corpse’s eyes went wide, completely shocked but so, so happy. A huge smile full of shiny teeth on his face, as he focused all of his attention on Y/N. "You are?"

"Yes." She said blushing and smiling intensely as she snuggled up in the blankets, her face almost hidden when she looked at him dreamily.

"I-" He cleared his throat. "Good."

"Good."

"Great."

"Great!"

They burst out laughing, their voices mixing in hamornia. The two looked each other in the eye, separated by a mobile phone screen, separated by kilometers and kilometers... but even with everything that separated them, the world was not able to stop them from falling in love with each other.

"What do we do now?" He questioned.

"Well..." Y/N started. "We'll have to see, won't we? Why don't you start by giving me your address?"

Corpse smiled provocatively, his beautiful eyes shining maliciously. "Of course... But be careful now baby, the devil’s got his eyes on you."

Y/N laughed completely in love.

"Oh, shut up."

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rosesvioletshardy · 3 years

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overtime win celebrations - mat barzal

okay this is very unedited because i lowkey rushed it and i know it’s bad. also this is very bad smut because i haven’t written it in a while and i tried to read others and my old ones to get some inspiration and try to make it at least accurate in a way idk

also a very happy birthday mat today

(isles win today or else i’ll fly to new york and 🔪) (jk ,,, unless)

this was requested by @gigissports who gave me the idea of this fic when i said i wanted to write a fic but didn’t know what to write about or who to write about so thank you to her and i hope you like it

(also idk what that title is it’s the first thing that came to my mind)

(ps y’all should also follow her as well she’s an amazing person)

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warnings: mention of fights, SMUT (18+) (minors please don’t interact), fluff, little angst? (idk mat is a little upset so idk if that’d count as angst)

# of words: 1,941 (sorry it’s short i tried to make it somewhat longer but my brain decided to go into writer’s block so)

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It was all going well, up until it wasn’t. You knew that playoff hockey got even more intense than the regular season and meant that more injuries were prone to happen. Mat told you the night the Islanders got clinched that he wouldn’t try to get into many fights anymore or get anymore penalty minutes seeing that he’s their star and that the top player shouldn’t have that many penalty minutes. He managed to not get into any fights or get any penalties the first 4 games. You would’ve gone to the game but you decided to stay at yours and Mat’s apartment to watch the game due to being busy earlier in the day and Mat was completely fine with however you wanted to watch the game. The only thing he did request before he left was that you wore one of his jerseys that he wasn’t going to be wearing for good luck. As soon as you came home from work it was the first thing you did and you sent a picture to him to show him. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away but you saw that he read it.

The game was going smoothly up until the second period where the penguins were leading by 3. You knew that the team was frustrated by the way they looked as the camera panned over to the bench and that they were trying their hardest. Mat’s line was now playing and you felt as if they were going to score during that period. It wasn’t until moments after Anthony’s goal where a fight broke out and Mat got into the middle of it. You couldn’t tell what happened but you stood up on your feet and became really concerned. It wasn’t until you saw him walk towards the locker room with one of the medics before they showed the reply. The rest of the game you couldn’t focus on and only worried that something would happen even later into the game. Mat had said he was fine but you knew that he wasn’t from when they showed him.

The only good thing to come out of the game was the double overtime win and you knew it was going to be a while before Mat got home. You hadn’t really had anything for dinner because of it and could only eat crackers because your mind was only worried for Mat and Mat only. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep seeing how late it was. Mat on the other hand was exhausted as well and it was just from playing almost 5 rounds of hockey. A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached the front door and took out his keys only to find you sleeping on the couch wearing his white jersey. He smiled at the site before dropping his bag and taking his shoes off before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. Mat took a moment to analyze the details of your face before he started to caress your face and wake you up. Your eyes began to flutter open as you saw him crouched down to your height

“Hey baby” he whispered as you sat up making room for him

“Hi maty, sorry you had to see me like this” you told as he sat down and pulled you into his chest

“It’s okay you deserve some rest.” he said trying to hide his eye

“Let me see, don’t hide it.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked him confusion running across your face

“Because I promised to you that I wouldn't get into any fights or get any penalties during playoffs” he admitted

“I’m not mad, I was worried the entire time. It happens.” you affirmed him as you ran your fingers over the bruised eye lightly making sure that you didn’t hurt him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while taking in each other’s company before you both looked at each other and brought your lips together. You’ve been with Mat for over a year and a half and yet he still gave you butterflies every time you kissed. Straddling him, you continued to kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Everything in that moment just felt perfect. Mat pulled away and stood up, picked you up and took you to yours and his room. After laying you down on the bed, he began to slowly push up his jersey while pressing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks, making you moan before pulling away to take the jersey off. His breath hitched when he saw the lingerie you had on underneath and smiled and you spoke up

“I was going to surprise you when you got home but i ended up falling asleep, so this isn’t exactly how I planned it” you told him sitting back up

“Well I’m still surprised don’t worry and you still look beautiful” he said before giving you another kiss and laying you back down after you took off his suit jacket, shirt and pants leaving him just in his underwear as you traced your fingers down his body

“I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do. From supporting me at home and away games to dealing with me and my antics”

Mat unclipped you bra as he pressed light kisses over your collarbones as his hands roamed all over your body and stopping at your thighs, Pushing your legs apart, his fingers hooking onto your underwear before sliding them off and inserting two of them inside you. His eyes never left yours, curling his fingers more and while his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan

“Maty, please” you let out

“In all time princess. It’s all about patience” he whispered in your ear before removing his fingers as soon as he felt you clenching.

Removing his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked off your juices and sank down to his knees and kissed the soft skin of your thighs, feeling scruff from his playoff beard he was finally allowed to grow out. He wasted no time when it came to eating you out as he sucked back on your clit. One of his favorite sounds was hearing your moans and whimpers, as a smirk plastered onto his face, gripping your thighs tighter. You became more and more frustrated as you tugged on his hair wanting more. Pulling him closer onto you, his hands grabbed your breasts making you gasp and moan his name more. He began to slowly lick your clit before starting to suck on it. You can feel him slowly pull away before going back and inserting his finger again

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Mat that feels so good. Please don’t stop”

“What do you need princess?”

“You. I need you.”

“Fuck, maty i’m so close please” you told him as you could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The familiar feeling began to coil in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and him licking you as his name left your lips, almost to the point where the neighbors would probably hear.

When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss against your lips, making you taste yourself. Mat leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed as you began to palm him through his boxers before pulling it down. You helped him roll the condom on him as he then lined himself in between you and grabbing your legs to hook against him

“You ready?” he asked looking into your eyes, making sure you’re still comfortable

“Yes” you told him as you curled your fingers at the bottom of his hair as he pressed his lips against yours while pushing himself inside you, groaning into his mouth.

His hips rolled with every thrust he gave, his lips leaving yours and pressing kisses along your jaw as he whispered in your ear as the occasional moan left his lips when you marked up his back or tugged his hair more. His hands gripped around your waist as he

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too”

“Are you close?” he whispered pulling away from your neck “Mhm” you nodded as a whine left your left as he thrusted harder,

“It’s okay, let go” he whispered in your ear as the both of you let go of your highs. Mat came out of you and fell on the bed next to you. The two of you stayed quiet as you both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths.

“Well that was-”

“Yeah” he finished as he took the condom off and threw it in the trashcan when got up and went to the bathroom

When Mat came back, he started to clean you up with the damp towel, making sure that you were alright and that he didn’t hurt you. He took his time making sure to stop as soon as you started to feel uncomfortable or started to wince. You kept trying to fight off the sleepiness that was taking over so you had a chance to talk to Mat about everything he wanted just so he can get his mind over it. Your eyes were starting to slowly close once again until you felt the bed dip and Mat’s arm pull you so your head was on his chest

“What’s going on through that mind of yours?” you asked him knowing that he was thinking about the game again

“Just the game, the fight, how much my eye hurts” he laughs off but you can tell he’s still somewhat upset causing you to get up and face him

“Mathew, you did your best, and you’ll keep doing your best. I know you know this but you go close to a goal each period and in overtime. Yes, it’s not going well, but you need to have some faith in you. There’s still some positives that happened, you assisted a couple of goals from Tito and Scott, plus the game winning goal. Those are still something-” you told him before he cut you off

“Yeah but they’re not a goal you know? Everyone, from commentators to interviewers have been on my ass about not scoring and it’s frustrating to listen to and when it happens it gets blocked” mat exclaimed, as he ran his hand through is hair trying not to show his frustration

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that will happen and things will get better. Remember you were struggling towards the end of the regular season and then you got a goal straight out of the penalty box?”

“Yes but-”

“But nothing. You still have game 6 and I know that you guys will advance to the next round and you will get that goal that you want.” you finished as you now sit on his lap staring into his eyes and grabbing his hands

“Okay, mainly because I trust you and I love you.” he said as he gave you a small peck on the lips

“I love you”

“Now, do you still have enough energy for another round or are you tired?”

“I don’t know, I’m not the one who played 5 periods of hockey and got into a fight” you smirked as he flipped you onto your back

“Well then, you shouldn’t have said that missy” he whispered to you smirking as he went back down on you

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joonessence · 3 years

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The moon // pjm

⤷part of the In the cards series

pairing: jimin x fem oc

summary: It’s never-ending, what Jimin feels for you is constant and boundless. But you don’t know, you’ve never known, and Jimin thinks that’s okay. Until you find out and think that it’s not.

rating: M (18+)

tags: friends to lovers au, smut in the forms of tit play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, kinda sub jimin but not for long, very slight possessive jimin (squint to see it), unprotected sex, very slight praise kink, creampie, cum eating, i hate doing the tags y’all i think this is it

wc: 4k

notes: this is part of my tarot cards series so the banner below is the spread for this specific fic, kinda lets you know what to expect

Jimin can’t help but to watch you from across the room. His eyes follow your movements as you lightly shove Jungkook, teasing him about something Jimin isn’t following, deciding that his attention was better spent looking at you. This isn’t the first time Jimin has lost himself in observing you, in fact, it happens more often than he’d care to admit. At first, Jimin tried to control it, quickly averting his eyes when he realized he was staring just a little too hard. But soon, Jimin found it impossible to look away from you.

See, when Jimin first met you all those years ago, he realized quickly that he’d have trouble getting you off his mind. The way you made his heart beat too fast and his palms get all sweaty were sure signs that he had it bad for you. He figured it would go away soon because it was just a small crush, nothing to worry about. But for Jimin, it never did seem to go away. When he was with you, he just wanted to be closer to you, ensuring he always had the chair beside you to get a front row seat to your radiant smile. When he was away from you, all he did was think about you and your pretty laugh.

Yeah, Jimin’s got it really bad for you.

He thought about confessing to you countless times. Confessing that he ached to be beside you always, that no matter what he did he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. God, he wanted to tell you so bad. And he’d get close to it too, pulling you aside, saying he needed to tell you something important. Only, when the time came for him to speak, nothing would come out and he’d find himself scrambling to make something up on the spot.

Although he wishes you knew how he felt about you, Jimin thinks it’s okay that you don’t know. He’s happy to be in your life regardless. Even if he doesn’t get to be the one who takes you out and takes you home and takes your clothes off. God, Jimin wants to take your clothes off.

“Isn’t that right, Jimin?” Your voice directed towards him pulls Jimin out of his thoughts that are quickly turning obscene. “I mean, you know Jungkook pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re looking at him with your eyes wide, waiting for him to agree with you. You’re wearing such a simple outfit but Jimin thinks you look so pretty like this, loose dark green t-shirt half tucked into your jeans and your baby hairs framing your face. Jimin flushes at your prolonged attention on him.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t really listening,” Jimin stammers, partly because he was still unsure of what you were asking him and partly because you just make him nervous.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest when you narrow your eyes at him like you’re suspicious of his answer. Just as you open your mouth, Jungkook interrupts, taking your attention off of Jimin. He sighs out a shaky breath. That was a close one, Jimin can’t let you catch him staring like that again.

You and Jungkook continue your playful bickering about God knows what. Jimin doesn’t care enough to start listening, probably wouldn’t even be able to hear the two of you over the sound of his own heart beating so loudly. Sighing, he gets up and steps out onto the balcony for some much needed air.

Hearing his distressed sigh, you and Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, running his hand through his hair as he goes. You turn to Jungkook with a confused face, silently asking if he knew what was wrong.

“Ah, I don’t know, just ignore him,” Jungkook says, not looking you in the eye.

Jungkook’s a terrible, horrible liar, always has been; you see right through it.

“What is it, Jungkook? Is he upset with me?” You question.

Jungkook scoffs, only making you more confused. You motion for him to continue.

“Jimin likes you,” Jungkook says as if it’s common knowledge and then pauses. “A lot.”

You think your heart stops for a second, before you come to your senses and punch Jungkook in the arm for joking around when you’re not.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jungkook pouts and rubs his arm trying to alleviate the pain.

“Jungkook, seriously. Stop kidding. What’s wrong with him these days?”

“I just told you! He likes you!”

Jimin likes you? Since when? There’s no way, you of all people wouldn’t have figured that out if it was true. But, the thought of it makes your cheeks burn. You always saw Jimin like an angel, something beautiful that you could never be with. It was why you never said anything, figured you’d spare yourself the heartache because nothing but embarrassment would come out of it anyway.

Just then, Jimin walks back in, immediately turning into his and Jungkook’s shared kitchen. You stare at Jungkook with your eyes wide, hoping he might explain more of the details.

“You know what’s wrong now,” Jungkook leans closer to you so Jimin doesn’t hear and whisper-yells. “He’s like head over heels for you, he doesn’t shut up about you!”

“He’s never said anything to me! How can I know for sure?” You whisper-yell back.

“Oh, trust me, you should hear him when he—” Jungkook shuts up when Jimin walks around the corner, headed down the hallway to his room. Jungkook gives you a ‘say something!!’ look and for some reason you listen to him.

“Jimin!” You call out after him, still trying to figure out what to say next.

He turns to you, “Yeah? What’s up?”

Your brain races to find something to say, but comes up short.

“Uh—,” You start, just to fill the space.

“She wanted to know if you’d come over tonight! Right?” Jungkook fills in and turns to you, nodding his head slightly so that you’d get the hint.

“R-right!” You nod your head rapidly.

“She asked me too but I have plans tonight. But you should go!” Jungkook sounds just as nervous as you feel. Terrible, horrible liar.

Jimin looks at you, slightly unsure at the way you and Jungkook are acting but then you send him this smile. This smile, that makes Jimin remember all that is good and pure in this world and he’s sold on your offer.

“Sure, when should I come over?”

“Umm, around 5?” You say, then remember the mess that is your one bedroom apartment. “Actually, how’s 6?”

“6 is good, I’ll see you then,” Jimin smiles at you sweetly before turning to make his way to his room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jimin’s coming over. He likes you and he’s coming over. Once you hear the door to Jimin’s bedroom click shut, you turn to Jungkook frantically.

“What should I do?” You ask, panic evident in your voice.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do?’” Jungkook obviously doesn’t understand your current dilemma.

You groan at his obliviousness, “I mean, how should I act? Now that I know he likes me?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, turning to face you fully. “You like him back don’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you nod slowly. You’ve never told anyone about your feelings for Jimin, out of fear that he’d find out.

“Okay, good. Your next step is obvious. Seduce him.”

You choke on nothing at his suggestion, you want to punch him in the face for even saying that. “Jungkook, are you crazy? How would I even know what to do?” Your hands come up to your temples, rubbing to try and soothe the imminent headache coming your way.

“Jimin is so desperate for you, do anything,” Jungkook reassures you. “Just make a move on him, I’m tired of hearing him in the shower every night.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait wha—”

“I’m not explaining, now go clean your place before Jimin sees how messy you really are,” Jungkook stands, straightening his shirt. “And good luck! Don’t bring Jimin back till well past 11:30, okay?”

“I hate you,” You groan, standing up too to grab your things before saying goodbye and calling out “I’ll see you later!” to Jimin.

Hearing the front door shut, Jimin scrambles into Jungkook’s room where he finds him laying down.

“Oh my god, what now?” Jungkook opens one eye to look at Jimin.

“I can’t go, I won’t be able to control myself,” The words fall out of Jimin’s mouth so quickly Jungkook struggles to catch them.

“Relax. It’s gonna be fine,” Jungkook sits up, motioning for Jimin to sit down beside him.

“How can you be so sure?” Jimin’s voice wavers, he’s so nervous.

“Just trust me, hyung,” Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

“Okay,” The crease in Jimin’s brow has eased a bit. “I guess I’ll go get ready.”

Jimin spends his time picking out his outfit and hating it, then picking out a different one and hating that one too. He messes with his hair, trying to figure out what would look best. Jimin can’t seem to decide on anything. All the while, he’s trying to figure out what he should talk to you about, if he should show up with a gift, maybe flowers? Jimin pops into Jungkook’s room every so often, asking him every question that comes to mind and Jungkook tells him over and over again that he’s overthinking it. Jimin knows he’s probably right; he just can’t calm down when it comes to you.

Being good friends with him and his friends, Jimin saw you quite frequently. He loved seeing you, hearing you laugh at stupid jokes that were being said. And as much as he loved seeing you, most of the time, Jimin tried not to be alone with you. You get Jimin all flustered, make his hands get clammy, he can barely get out complete sentences when it’s just you and him.

Jimin sends you an “i’m here” text when he parks his car and you come down to meet him. He sucks in a breath when he sees you wearing a light yellow dress that hits your mid-thigh.

“Hi, Jimin,” You rock back on your heels, waiting for him to answer.

“H-hey, thanks for inviting me.” Is Jimin still breathing, it doesn’t feel like he’s still breathing.

You wave your hand at his thanks, “Come on.”

You grab his arm and lead him to the elevator, pushing the button to the fourth floor. Jimin’s still unsure if he’s breathing or not, but he has to say it.

“You look nice.” Your smile at his compliment practically blinds Jimin. “P-pretty.”

Your cheeks flame. Yeah, you dressed hoping he would like it but that didn’t mean you were expecting to hear him say it.

“T-thanks,” You bite your cheek and look down, praying Jimin doesn’t see just how red you’ve become.

The rest of the ride up is silent, save for Jimin tapping his fingers on the railing, trying to ease his nerves. You don’t have to lead Jimin to your apartment, he knows which one it is, having visited with Jungkook plenty of times. You fumble with your keys, hands shaking slightly at the idea of you and Jimin being alone.

“I got us some snacks,” You say as you open the door and direct him to the small coffee table that has bags of chocolate and candies and chips piled up.

“That’s… a lot of snacks,” Jimin turns to you and laughs softly.

“I wasn’t sure what to get, okay?” You mumble and turn to close the door (and to hide your, once again, flushed cheeks).

Jimin’s made his way to your living room, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. Taking a deep breath, you sit beside him reaching for the tv remote and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t even remember what movie he picked. He keeps his eyes glued to the tv even though doesn’t like the movie because it’s better than losing himself in the way your crossed legs look in that dress. Doesn’t even want to think about how smooth your thighs would feel under his palms. Jimin is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to you.

45 minutes into the movie Jimin picked you’re so uninterested in the movie you could die. You look over to Jimin, his eyes are unwavering from the tv, his hand stuck in the air with a chip in it, too busy to bring it up to his mouth. Even in his focused state he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, lips puckered in confusion and his brows furrowed. You want to roll your eyes at him for not taking the perfect opportunity to say something to you. Leave it to yourself to make anything happen.

You slowly slide your hand across the short distance to his knee. You place it there lightly, feeling Jimin tense slightly underneath. His attention is now on your small hand, you can hear him gulp.

“Jimin,” you purr from beside him, squeezing his knee making him jolt. “Jungkook told me something today.”

Jimin gulps again, heart creating earthquakes inside his body. “W-what did he say?”

You turn your body towards him, sitting on your knees and sliding your hand just an inch higher. Jimin can’t make eye contact with you.

“Well, he told me something about you,”

Jimin’s breathing is shallow now, chest moving up and down quickly. You’re looking down at him with this look that makes him feel like he’s going to explode and Jimin thinks he probably will soon. Then you throw a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on his thighs and Jimin knows he’s going to combust.

“O-oh? W-what would that be?” He tries, really tries to sound cool, unaffected by your practically bare legs around him but fails.

Your clothed core against Jimin’s thigh provides instant relief to the pressure that had built up. You slide your hands up his toned chest, slinging your arms around his neck. Jimin flushes at your sudden closeness. He tries so hard not to ogle the way your tits squish together but the neckline of your dress is so low and Jimin can’t help it.

“Oh, come on, Jimin! I know you like me, know you wanna fuck me,” You say exasperatedly. “Jungkook told me!”

“He told you that?” Jimin looks horrified at Jungkook’s breach of trust.

“Well don’t you?” You cock your head to the side, baffled as to why he hasn’t pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist by now.

Jimin carefully brings his hands to rest on your hips, still wary of the situation. Under his touch, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can feel your panties sticking to your soaking pussy. You move up Jimin’s thighs, your chest almost touching his.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” You repeat your question softly. “Just say it; I know you do.”

“F-fine. I like you,” Jimin blushes fiercely, mumbling under his breath. “Wanna fuck you. Can’t believe he told you.”

Your heart does twirls at Jimin’s confession. You duck your head down, trying to catch his eyes but he looks away.

“Jimin,” His name comes out so softly. “I like you too, you know.”

Jimin’s head shoots up, his eyes are wide and starting to water a bit. He’s wanted to hear you say those words for so long that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. He couldn’t have heard you correctly, could he?

“R-really?” He asks so quietly, as if he says it any louder you might change your mind.

“Really,” You confirm, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek.

“Oh,” Jimin looks flustered now. “I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?” You’re so close to begging him to just do something.

With his heart leaping, Jimin inches his face closer to yours. Jimin’s longed to know how your lips would feel for so long, they always look just so soft. He wants to know if they’re as soft as they look. His eyes flicker down to them, just in time to catch your tongue poking out to wet them. The sight makes Jimin surge forward, planting his lips on yours.

Jimin’s lips feel just like you imagined, plush and velvety against yours. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head to the side. You want to savor your first kiss with him, really you do, but it seems your hips have a mind of their own when they move against the growing tent in Jimin’s pants. You can’t contain the whine that tumbles out of your mouth, much like Jimin can’t control the groan he lets out.

“Jimin,” It comes out muffled against his lips.

Jimin doesn’t dare to take his lips off yours, only letting out a low “hm?” in response.

It takes all your strength to pull away from him, but you're desperate to feel him touch you.

“Do you wanna take my dress off?” You ask, already pushing a strap down.

Jimin’s hand doesn’t move fast enough to push down the other strap making the dress fall slightly. He groans at the sight of the tops of your breast being exposed. His hands pull down the neckline of your dress, nipples pebbling as they are exposed to the cold air. His hands come up to cup them softly, just pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh.

“Jimin,” You whine. “Do something.”

Leaning forward, Jimin licks a circle around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. The cry you let out is lewd and it’s music to Jimin’s ears. His tongue rubs over your nipple before he latches on it, sucking roughly. Your fingers tangle in the strands of Jimin’s hair, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“God, I love your tits,” Jimin confesses before moving to the other nipple.

You let out a pathetic moan, pushing your crotch down on Jimin’s, craving any kind of relief. Jimin moans around your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your body. He removes his mouth from you, leaning back and kneading your breasts with both hands. You flush under his intense gaze, hips still rocking back and forth.

“Can I taste you?” The obscenity of what he says and the politeness of Jimin’s voice don’t match up sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yeah, please.”

You let Jimin guide you to the floor, placing a pillow under your head and another under your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, setting it to the side with care. You giggle at that, it’s so Jimin, and he sends you a small smile. Between your legs, Jimin runs his palms up and down your thigh (they’re just as soft as he thought they would be). Leaning down, he kisses up your thigh to the band of your panties, placing soft kisses there too. Your body buzzes under Jimin’s lips.

“Gonna take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your skin.

He rolls them your legs, placing them aside, using the same care he did with the dress. You’d giggle again but the way Jimin’s taking in the sight of your dripping pussy clenching around nothing makes the giggle get caught in your throat.

“So pretty,” Jimin sounds in awe as he traces the puffy lips of your cunt.

His praise makes your face flush. His fingers trace lightly around you before he pushes forward and leaves a wet kiss on your fluttering clit.

“J-Jimin,” You gasp at the feeling of his tongue, taking short quick flicks against you.

He travels down to your clenching hole, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit, sucking harshly.

You sob loudly, closing your legs around Jimin’s head. His arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

“You taste so good,” Jimin divulges before continuing his attack on your clit.

His fingers probe lightly against your drenched core, dipping them in lightly before taking them out again. You push your hips down on his face, greedy for more of him. You can feel him smirk against you at your urgency. He pushes two fingers in slowly, waiting until you’ve gotten used to the stretch before pulling them out and shoving them back in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, calling out Jimin’s name.

“So wet for me, all for me,” Jimin says it like he can’t believe it.

His fingers scissor inside you, curling when he hears you moan loudly, his tongue still assaulting your clit. He can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

“Jimin,” You call out warningly. “I-I’m so close.”

“That’s good, baby,” He says proudly, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“N-no, wanna cum around you,” It comes out of your mouth brokenly.

Jimin groans against your clit, sending another wail out of your mouth. You whine when he pulls his fingers out even though it was your doing. Jimin quickly rids himself of his jeans, the tightness of them was starting to get painful. He situates himself between your legs again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Jimin,” You plead, impatient to feel Jimin stretch you. “Please.”

Jimin pushes in slowly, letting out a whine when he can feel you stretch around him. You cling to his shoulders, making crescent marks with your fingernails.

“Y-you feel fucking amazing,” Jimin pants. “Holy shit.”

You moan loudly as Jimin starts driving his cock further inside you. Jimin’s lips find your neck, leaving wet kisses down the base.

“Feels so good, Jimin.”

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling at the roots causing Jimin to moan.

“Been waiting forever to fucking do this,” Jimin says between thrusts. “Don’t ever wanna fucking stop.”

“T-then don’t.”

Jimin’s rhythm speeds up, thrusting in and out of you roughly. With one hand beside your head steadying him, he reaches his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with two fingers. The obscene squelching sound of your pussy and you and Jimin’s moan bounce off the walls.

“J-Jimin, I’m close, so f-fucking close,” You sob loudly, tears welling in your eyes.

“Kiss,” You reach out for Jimin, trying to pull him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Jimin obliges happily, smashing his swollen lips on yours. Your pussy clenches around him before your release gushes out. You see stars as your legs shake around him.

“Good girl, my good girl,” Jimin praises, still thrusting inside you, chasing his own release.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jimin’s trusts become sporadic, signalling to you that he’s close too.

“Cum inside, please.”

Jimin looks at you like he’s never heard something more pleasing. You watch his face crumple in bliss as he releases inside you, covering your walls in white.

Chest heaving, Jimin slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty and it might have felt gross to Jimin if this was someone else, but this was you and Jimin has loved you for so long.

When he catches his breath, he moves down your body to look at you. Jimin never wants to forget the way your pussy looks when his cum is dripping out of it. You whine at the sensitivity when he swipes his tongue against you, collecting your mixed arousal. He leans back up to kiss you, letting you taste him and yourself on his tongue. And that might have felt gross to you if this was someone else, but this was Jimin and you have loved for so long.

Jimin pulls away with a satisfied smile, laying down beside you.

“So, what did Jungkook tell you?”

You turn to him with a smirk on your face, “Told me you think about me in the shower.”

Jimin’s face turns redder than you’ve ever seen it.

“I’m gonna kill him, seriously.”

“Really?” You tease, tracing your finger on Jimin’s chest. “I think we should thank him.”

“You’re right,” Jimin concedes. “I’m gonna thank him and then kill him.”

#jimin smut #jimin fic #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts smut #pjm fic #bts pjm

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA:

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Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn.

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

#bnha 328 #stain (bnha)#tsukauchi naomasa #all might #stars and stripes (bnha)#all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #eta: how did I forget to type 'bnha' in the title sob

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.”

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers.

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar.

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug.

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---” This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion.

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him.

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?”

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself.

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.” The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her. You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy.

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn.

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight.

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.” Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that.

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...”

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest.

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c.

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father.

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.”

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?”

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him.

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly.

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice.

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.”

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze.

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal”

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.”

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.”

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat.

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear.

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion.

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly.

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?”

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study.

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship.

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day.

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions.

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys.

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are.

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs.

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb.

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight.

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too!

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend.

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything,

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on.

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks.

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone.

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too.

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise.

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’.

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss.

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm.

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple.

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it. “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper.

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