#I fucking cried and almost threw up before he came to pick me up

[daphnis-is-screaming]

Now that I've actually processed this morning/early afternoon of having to go with my dad to get a new cell phone and be able to pay my own phone bill, I am realizing that holy shit I had transphobia fucking thrown at me by my own dad why do I keep letting this happen to myself.

[miryum]

☆ miryum's dc universe☆

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t home when you first moved in. If he was, he would’ve offered to help with the heavy furniture. Alfred raised a gentleman, of course. But no, he was off in a safe house, nursing a wound from last night's patrol. A bullet had grazed his side and it was leaving a nasty ache

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then didn’t mean to wake you when he crashed into his apartment that night, via window. How could he know that someone had just moved into the apartment next door and was startling at every bump in the night?

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was very surprised when he, still in his Red Hood gear, heard someone knock on the door soon after. A very sweet voice called out, “hello? I just want to check that you’re okay? I know it’s not my place and you might be a serial killer, but just wanted to make sure you’re not having a heart attack.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who threw off his helmet and voice modulator before clearing his throat and calling out, “nope! No, I’m fine. Uh… thank you?” 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who breathed a sigh of relief when the voice responded, “oh, okay. I- I’m sorry. Good night.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who stood up, even though his bullet wound cried out against it. He wasn’t sure why he stood, for he could already hear your footsteps departing. His face twisted into one of confusion, both at his reaction, and the fact that someone had come to check up on him. The majority of his neighbours didn’t care

Neighbour!Jason Todd who next met you when he was going to get the mail. He saw you outside the lobby door, crouching down. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped outside during dusk in Gotham, something no citizen should ever do

Neighbour!Jason Todd who found out that you were feeding the street cats. You were fucking feeding the street cats. There were at least six cats surrounding you, weaving in between your legs as you set down a bowl of milk and some cat food. He cleared his throat and you looked up at him, already smiling. How could someone in Gotham smile? At him? His long sleeves, while hiding his physical scars, surely couldn’t cover the anxiety and trauma embedded deep within him. “What… what are you doing?” he asked softly

Neighbour!Jason Todd who simply stared at you as you responded, “I’m feeding the cats.” After a pause, you added, “they were meowing at me when I came home from work so I picked up some cat food from the store and brought it back to them. Aren’t they just adorable?” You reached out to pet one who gladly turned on its belly for you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who asked, “you know, they do that to everyone? They’re smart enough to know a new face that’ll feed them.” And then he mentally kicked himself because now this girl thought he was pessimistic and didn’t feed the cats. Then you shrugged and everything seemed better. “Yeah, I know, but they look so hungry…” The way your lips tilted to the side made Jason want to stare at them forever

Neighbour!Jason Todd who almost offered to adopt the cats because that meant that you would come over to his apartment to see them

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then rubbed the back of his neck and announced, “my name is Jason.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who melted when you laughed lightly and introduced yourself. He knew he had found the one

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then became much more aware of your presence in the apartment building. It wasn’t hard to piece together your routine (which you should think of changing regularly because it would be too easy for a criminal to figure it out) and if that meant Jason went to go on runs every now and then that coincided with your grocery trips, then it was a coincidence. He would grab his mail the same time you did. He would take more care to not make as much noise when he returned after vigilante nights, as to not wake you. It was the little things, he reasoned, that would make you notice him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t know what to do when the power went out. Of course, he had his survival kit ready and stocked with a flashlight, provisions, a blanket, a portable charger, and numerous weapons. He was ready to wait it out, but he didn’t know what to do when it came to you. Should he go over and check on you? Or would that seem like he thought you couldn’t handle yourself? 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t have to worry for long because a soft, rapid knock came at the door. He wasn’t surprised when you were there, small flashlight in hand. “Does this happen often?” is the first thing you asked. Jason huffed a laugh and replied with his own question, “is this your first time in Gotham?”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who invited you into his apartment. He wasn’t sure whether or not to count this as a first date, but you were soon bundled in his blankets and asking questions about his personal life, so that was like a date, right? He hadn’t been on many and didn’t intend to now that he met you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who did not know what to do when you fell asleep on his couch. Holy shit. Fuck. What should he do? He didn’t want you to think he assaulted you while you were sleeping, so for a couple minutes he sat in his kitchen, watching you wearily and putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. But then he didn’t like the distance between you, so it was a real conundrum

Neighbour!Jason Todd who instead sat awkwardly on his ottoman, watching TV with the volume muted and subtitles on

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t even leave for patrol when the other members of the Batfam asked for help. The blackout was causing Gotham to run wild, but Jason was content with locking the doors and making sure you were comfy

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was still sitting on that ottoman when you woke up in the morning. He carefully evaded your questions on whether he slept and instead decided to make you breakfast. When you complimented his breakfast over and over, joking how you would have to come over more often if it meant his cooking, Jason agreed maybe a bit too quickly

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was the neighbour you then called on if you had a package arriving during work hours and needed someone to sign it. He was the neighbour you didn’t mind seeing in the halls because a chat with him wasn’t seen as uncomfortable. He was the neighbour you asked to help repair the sink (you got a very lovely image of his shirt riding up as he laid underneath your sink and maybe it was because you were ovulating but oh god did you want to jump his bones). He was the neighbour who, when he found out you liked similar movies, stumbled over his words to invite you to watch them with him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who actually didn’t love the genre of movies you did, but would like them if it meant seeing you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t sure what your relationship status was with him and it ate away at him almost every moment of the day. You were always in the back of his mind, always making his heart warm 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who tried to coax you back to your apartment after you returned home one night, stumbling and intoxicated. But you didn’t want to. You were firmly standing in his doorway and kept blabbering about meaningless things. When he finally convinced you to rest on his couch, you declared, stumbling over your words, “see? This is why I like you Jason. You- you’re a- a very- You’re a very good person.” You then reached up and patted his cheek. “Love you, bye-bye.” And you promptly fell asleep

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was then in a state of shock of the next three hours

Neighbour!Jason Todd who ended up calling Alfred at four in the morning, prompting the older man to think the ex-Robin was kidnapped and needed help. As it turned out, Jason needed help, but with a girl; not a crime lord. Alfred sent Jason off with a few words of wisdom and luck, the most notable being, “Master Jason, if the girl does not return your feelings, then you can simply move out of your apartment and back into the Manor.” Jason thought that was a worse fate than you rejecting him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was very patient the next morning, giving you painkillers and a large glass of water. When you remembered the previous night, mortified, he tried to calm you down, eyes worried that you would leave him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you left his life

Neighbour!Jason Todd who, in a mess of panic and embarrassment, managed to blurt out, “no, wait! I- I want you to stay. Please. I know you didn’t mean your words last night, but I really like having you in my life. Can’t we… be friends?” It broke his heart to suggest it, but he’d be willing to keep that platonic bond if it didn’t drive you away

Neighbour!Jason Todd who waited, heart in his throat, when the seconds ticked by and you didn’t answer. “But I did mean them,” you finally whispered out. “I like you, Jason. And I wanna do something about that.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who stammered and spluttered, “well, then, let’s do something.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who took you out on dates every week and didn’t know what to do when you found the Red Hood gear in his closet when you were searching for a hoodie to steal

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t expecting you to laugh, of all things. “I guessed,” is all you said. And that’s when Jason kissed you for the first time

Neighbour!Jason Todd who became a staple in your life, not only because you two lived in the same building, but because of how amazing he was. There were no other words to describe it. It was like the man knew your needs before you did and fulfilled them just because he wanted to. He was the epitome of “princess treatment”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was scared for you to sleep over for the first time because of his nightmares but found out that when your head was on his bicep (cutting off circulation to his fingers), and your body was tucked into his, hair messy and lips slightly parted, that he didn’t have nightmares. It was like you scared them all away, just by being there

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wanted you to sleep over much more frequently

Neighbour!Jason Todd who made it a habit to buy cat food at the grocery store because you still insisted on feeding those damn cats after months of living in Gotham. Nevermind that the cats had found which apartment you lived in and climbed up to the window via the fire escape. Nevermind that the cats realised that when you weren’t in your apartment, you were most likely in Jasons. And nevermind that he now had cats outside his window almost 24/7 that he begrudgingly fed because who was he if not subject to you or Damian’s rants about feeding the fucking cats

Neighbour!Jason Todd who just liked to touch you. He liked to be reminded that he was much bigger than you and his body could swallow yours up whilst cuddling on the couch. He liked to put his arm around your shoulder and trace patterns on your skin. He liked to hug you tightly from behind because it reminded him that you were there and you were his. He liked to do this in public too – not huge amounts of PDA, but a hand on the waist or slipped in your back pocket. A hand on the small of your back when crossing streets. Reaching out behind him to grab your hand while walking through large crowds

Neighbour!Jason Todd who, a year later, signed the lease to your apartment, so that now you were neighbours who shared a bed and a bathroom and a home

[vivwritesfics]

Water Proof

Bucky Barnes is pretty sure that his arm is water proof. He'd been in water with it before. Turns out his arm can handle water, but not pussy juice

Warnings: smut, fingering

This is so silly and goofy lmao

It was so damn rare to see Bucky walking through the compound without his arm attached. But there he was, marching through the compound with a long case in his flesh hand and his metal arm gone.

It was rude to stare, everybody in the compound knew as Bucky walked towards Tony's workshop. The workshop that was meant to just be for Avengers stuff, but Tony did whatever the hell he wanted in there.

The damn thing was meant to be waterproof. He'd been in the water with his arm when it was less advanced, and it had been fine. He'd showered with this arm, he knew. (It wasn't something he liked to do often, but shower sex made him nervous and he liked holding his girl with both hands.)

The arm was definitely water proof, so why wasn't it working now?

He strode into Tony's workshop and threw the case down onto the workbench in front of the billionaire.

Tony didn't look up from his work. "Frosty, what can I do for you?" He asked as he looked at the wiring of something through a magnifying glass.

Bucky opened the case and spun it on the workbench to face Tony as he looked up from the wiring. "It's broken," Bucky said, voice gruff and clipped. But it always was with Tony.

Tony picked up Bucky's arm from the case. "What's wrong with it?" He asked as he observed it.

"Fingers stopped working."

Tony eyed him with suspicion. "Which fingers?" He asked and Bucky held up his middle and index fingers.

A grin split across Tony's face. "Winter Soldier, you dog!" He barked out a laugh. But then he put down the arm. "I'll get to it," he said and went back to his wiring. Yeah, he didn't want to be touching the arm that had been broken by bodily fluids.

***

The moment Bucky returned to the apartment, she was on in, wrapping her arms around him. "Is your friend going to fix it?" She asked, face against his chest.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her and squeezed. "Yeah, Babydoll, he's gonna get it fixed."

But she kept her face buried against his chest, hands gripping his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Buck," she mumbled.

He released a laugh from his lips and kissed the top of her head. "It's okay," he insisted. "It wasn't your fault."

He had her beneath him, body writhing as she kissed down her body. She was already so damn sensitive, but, then again, she always was for him.

Bucky pulled her underwear down her legs and let his tongue swipe through her folds. The noises that she released from her throat were like fucking music to him. He groaned as he looked up at her from between her legs.

He kissed her thigh almost sweetly.

His cool, metal fingers touched her and she clamped her thighs around him. "Buck," she gasped, reaching for his hair.

"Open up for me, babydoll," he whispered, and she let her legs fall open, releasing his hand from her thighs.

He ran his fingers through her folds before concentrating on her clit. She was already so damn wet for him.

His index finger breached her hole. She whined as his flesh hand settled on her hip, thumb brushing across her skin. "I got you," he whispered as his finger pumped in and out of her.

She was positively soaking him. Her breath hitched when she felt a second finger pushing in alongside the first. Her cries were so damn sweet and the way she was pulling at his hair. He placed a kiss to her hip and began moving his fingers.

She chanted his name over and over and over again as he fucked her on his fingers. He didn't much care as her slick ran down his fingers. He kept working her, thumb against her clit until she was clenching around him, legs shaking as she came with a cry.

His fingers stopped moving, stopped obeying his commands, maybe five minutes after this.

"What did you tell Tony?" She asked as she looked up into his baby blues.

"He worked it out," he answered, and she buried her face against his chest, hiding from him.

Bucky's chest shook as he gently laughed. "I can never show my face around the compound ever again," she mumbled and let go of his shirt. But she just wrapped her arms around them, slipping them beneath his shirt to touch his solid back.

"Baby, it's okay," he said and pulled away from her hip to grab her chin and tip her face towards him. "Nobody knows about us. They don't know I broke my arm making you see stars," he said with a grin. "But, I want them to know."

He leaned down and kissed her, effectively cutting off anything else she was going to say. But then she pulled away slightly, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. "Think you can ask Tony to make it cum proof?" She asked, almost shyly.

Bucky kissed her again, walking her back until she hit the couch. "I can definitely do that," he said and pushed her back. He didn't need metal fingers to make her see stars.

[osachiyo]

༅ "wrap your legs around my waist" ༄ | beast!dazai

.pairing ➺ beast!dazai x assistant!reader

.notes ➺ n/sfw content (mdni), fem!reader, cockwarming, office sex (if you see a pattern here no u don't), praise, name calling (slut, whore etc)

not proofread throughly don't come at me lovelies 🙏🏽

➺ event details & m.list

"be a good girl and sit pretty f'me," dazai whispered, thumb circling your pretty clit as his cock was nestled deep inside you. you felt borderline delirious, being impaled on his cock without any movement− it was so, so cruel of him.

"samu... wanna move s'bad," you sniffed, pretty pink nails clawing at his crisp button up as you tried your very best not to grind down further. "shh, I know baby, I know. must be so hard for a slut like you huh?" he tilted your chin upwards to look at him, heart squeezing at the little tears clinging to your lashline. god, how he loved seeing you cry. only for this though− if anyone even thought about making you, his darling, cry− they wouldn't see the light of day again granted.

"just a few more moments, 'kay? i'm almost done, pretty," he kissed the top of your head before going back to his paperwork, fingers still playing with that cute little clit of yours and you could only sit there and take it. little whimpers and soft moans came out of your mouth everytime he shifted a little− you couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. either way, it drove you insane.

you weren't the only one being affected by this though, osamu would hiss out a curse whenever you clamped down too tightly around him, your slick dripping down his cock to his balls− completely ruining his trousers. he was resisting the urge to just bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid on his cock and he knew that's exactly what you needed− but he had to be patient. had to resist your sweet cunt clenching and unclenching around his length. you swear you could feel him throb inside of you, the feeling making butterflies erupt in your tummy.

after a few moments, you heard the soft click of the pen and osamu's slightly strained voice, "done." one moment you're cockwarming your boyf− boss, and the next moment you're being hoisted up and slammed against the wall, osamu's hushed voice hitting your ears, "wrap your legs around my waist, need to fuck you now." and you complied− jumping as he picks you up, your thighs separated by his torso while he kisses you feverishly. his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and you moaned softly, letting him in your mouth as he suckled on your tongue, hips rutting into the heat of your soft cunt, nearly slipping out from how eager he was. yeah, you definitely weren't the only one desperate to have him slamming into you.

"f-fuck− feels s'good, baby," he buried his head into the crook of your neck, hips still not slowing down− his pelvis grinding against your clit with every fast thrust. your hands clawed at his back, whining for him to take his coat off, you wanted to touch him so bad. he only chuckled, squeezing your ass between his long fingers, "wanna touch me, yeahhh? beg for it, sweet girl."

of course he'd make you beg, he always does. "wanna touch you s'o baaad− p-please!" you babbled, pulling and tugging on his jet black coat, your words breathy as you gasped, bouncing back to meet his thrusts halfway and he moaned, immensely turned on by your eagerness.

"c'mon, please don't tell me that's the best you can do? I'm sure a whore like you can do better~" he huffed, playfully smacking your ass, "now, beg. properly."

"samu! please− wanna touch you," you gasped, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. "wanna feel you− pleasepleaseplease let me touch you−!" your cries got cut off by osamu hoisting you up again, holding you up with one arm as he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it across the room− popping the buttons off his white button-up and throwing that away aswell. his attention quickly went back to you, running his cold hands up and down your sides as he shallowly thrusted into you.

your hands immediately flew to scratch at his bandaged back, not too hard though− you know there'd be a punishment awaiting you if the bandages were damaged− and you just wanted to be osamu's good girl today.

his thrusts grew deeper, lithe fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your clit and you moaned, tightening around his cock. the brunette let out a guttural growl at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him so deliciously, the feeling was downright addicting to him− he needed to feel you cum around his cock.

his hips were slamming into you now, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you knew they were gonna leave marks. you didn't care though− not when getting your brains fucked out by the port mafia boss.

your vision was hazy, drool dripping down your glossed lips− but you could still see how damn pretty he was. how fucking pretty osamu looked while fucking your lights out− thick brown locks disheveled, face flushed as tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead− some of his bangs sticking to his skin and fuck− you could almost cum from the sight alone.

what you didn't know, though, was that he was thinking the same things about you. oh, how your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure everytime he rubbed against a particular spot− it made him abuse and hit that spot over and over again, just to see your eyes slightly roll back as chants of his name rolled off your tongue. he loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his unforgiving hips, made him want to bite and suck on them so much that they'd be left red and swollen. god, the mere image made his cock twitch inside of your velvety walls.

you gasped when his fingers sped up with his thrusts, ripping out gurgled mewls and moans out of you, your head lolling back against the wall as he encouraged you to cum− and you were close.

"cum on this c-cock− fuuck−!" he got cut off by his own growl, hips moving at an erratic pace− "soak this fuckin' cock, angel, now." and you did, right on queue− spraying him with your juices, now dripping down your ass cheeks as you wail from the burning overstimulation− only to get muffled by the palm of your boss. your body was completely slack in his hold, jaw unhinged as your thighs burned from the constant friction.

with one final thrust, he shuddered before flooding your insides with his seed, balls pressing against your ass and head thrown back− exposing the column of his slim throat, you wanted to bite down on it.

he slowly pulled out shortly after, pulling your panties back up and letting the waistband snap against your heated skin before smacking your ass playfully. what a damn tease. you could feel his sticky release pooling in your panties, the sensation was uncomfortable but you didn't dare disobey his wishes.

"alright, off you go now. I'm sure you have work to do, no?" osamu smirked, patting your ass softly before pushing you forward.

you wanted to wipe that little smirk off his face so bad− you were so gonna get back at him for this.

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a/n: sorry if this is ooc y'all I haven't read beast fully </3 kinda hate this but wtv, promise the next one will be better

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[auroralwriting]

Corporate heir!Bucky and childhood best friend!reader waking up in an unfamiliar hotel room (after a crazy night) to a bunch of congratulatory messages about their Vegas wedding that they don’t remember having happened at all

vegas lights

corporate heir!bucky barnes x reader

what the hell happened in vegas last night?

warnings: hangover, overall fluff and humor

it’s a little shorter than i normally write but i love it 🫶

The sound of the annoying ping of your phone was the first thing you heard when you woke up, and it was probably what woke you up in the first place. You didn't dare touch your phone yet. The room was still dark and you knew the light of your phone would kill your eyes.

It took a moment before it hit you, there was someone breathing next to you. No, not breathing, but sleeping. A quick glance and you saw it was Bucky.

Now, this wasn't super uncommon. Bucky and you had slept in the same bed before. Nothing sexual or weird, it just happened that during movie nights you both fell asleep. Totally normal for two best friends.

It took you another moment to realize you were just in a bra and underwear, which is when you freaked out.

"Oh my God, Bucky!" You cried, pushing him in the arm lightly. That motion was enough to make him jolt awake, clutching his head as he squinted.

"Jesus, what fuckin' time is it?" He groaned as he slowly sat up. It took him just about as long as you to realize he was almost naked. "And where the fuck are my clothes? Where are your clothes?"

You quickly pulled the sheet up and over your chest as you scooted back against the headboard. You hadn't even noticed your killer headache, causing your eyes to squint as you had to adjust to the pounding in your head.

"I don't know," You responded. "We got drunk."

"Yeah," Bucky chuckled bitterly, upset by his lack of memory and ache in his head. "No shit."

Bucky was quick to stand up, regretting the pace as he groaned. He groggily made his way around the room, picking up scrap pieces of clothing you both had left behind. He tossed you your shirt as he put on his own. "I think the pants are still in the covers." That didn't matter as much now that you both had on shirts. You were thankful for any clothing.

Your hand searched over the nightstand to search for anything you could take. Thankfully, your drunk self had left some pills for the morning. You passed a few over to Bucky who took them instantly, followed by you. He laid back down on the bed with a soft grunt. "I haven't been this hungover since I was freshly twenty-one."

"I think I remember that night," Bucky chuckled. "You threw up all over Sam."

You cringed at the memory, replaying it in your head. You had way too many shots, and they all ended up on Sam. It might have been the worst night of your life. "Don't remind me."

"You remember anything from last night?" Bucky changed the topic. He rubbed his forehead as his eyes furrowed, deep in thought. "I can't even remember where the fuck we are."

You thought on his words for a moment. Where were you? A few memories came back as you thought. You were celebrating, you'd been bar hopping in Vegas.

"Vegas," You replied, pursing your lips. "We were celebrating, uhm.."

"Dad said I was gonna run the company starting September." Bucky responded with a small nod. "We went out to celebrate that." Bucky smiled softly, remembering how excited he was.

Yeah, that was. right. Yesterday, Bucky's dad gave him the call he'd been waiting for since he was sixteen. After nearly double the time in waiting, Bucky was finally becoming the CEO of his father's company. He was ready to retire before the next big season. Bucky was beyond excited, and he suggested you all should go bar hopping to celebrate. Wait, all?

"Who else was with us?" You asked as Bucky searched the floor for any clothing. He threw you one of his long shirts and took one for himself. You quickly slid it on, now allowing the sheet to cover the remaining bare part of your legs.

"I think it was just the group," Bucky replied. He'd invited all your guys' friends to go, too. Where did they go?

It seemed like Bucky had the same question. He was brave enough to reach for his phone and turn it on. After a few moments, his reaction was not what you expected it to be.

"Why are they congratulating both of us?" Bucky murmured as you grabbed your phone.

You opened your messages app to see a load of messages from all your friends.

iMessage: 25+ unread messages

Natasha: Congrats you two, live it up 🎉

Steve: Have a great time tonight you two ;)

Tony: WHY DID I MISS THIS?! congrats tho

Sam: Don't get too wild tonight you freaks 🥵

Wanda: AJFAOGWEGJ !!!!!!!!

"What are they talking about?" You asked as you scrolled through the countless messages.

Bucky turned to you, clicking off his phone. "Let's piece it all together. We got to the bars, started drinking..."

"Okay, yes," You nodded, setting your phone down. "We went to Tito's, Smiley Ray's, Tavern T, and," You hesitated.

"Corkscrew!" Bucky clapped his hands loudly, making both of you cringe. "Okay, so we got to the last one. We were probably super drunk by then. What happened after?"

You felt your memorize return in a haze, a faded mesh of colors that seemed endless. You remember Bucky's hands all over you, not sexually, but in new, unexplored places for just two best friends.

That's when it hit you. You should've felt it sooner, but you were so hungover that it didn't properly register in your brain.

The ring that sat on your ring finger was dainty, small, just the way you liked it. It felt heavy, cool, and you could tell it was real. You held your hand out for Bucky to see.

"Hey, that's a pretty ring." Bucky casually mentioned. A moment later, his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Holy fuck, we got married!"

"No, no, I remember now," You began. "They were all making comments about how perfect we would be together, and-and we just ran with it!"

Bucky rubbed his face, "I must've picked that up on the way to wherever we got married."

"And Vegas marriages are very real," You sighed. "God, what are we going to do?"

"I mean," Bucky paused, shrugging as he grabbed your left hand, admiring the ring on your finger. "It's a pretty ring."

You felt your eyes nearly pop out of your head as he spoke. "Don't tell me you think we should stay married." The idea felt ridiculous. Sure, did you have a long-time crush on your childhood best friend? Yes. But did that mean getting drunkenly married was the way about it? Absolutely not.

"C'mon, doll. We aren't getting any younger. We're both successful people who both happen to be single." Bucky emphasized.

"Buck, I can't just marry you because of that. You don't even love me like that, we can't just be married because-"

Bucky cut you off in an instant. "Who ever said I don't love you like that?" You felt your heart stop at his words. It felt like the room that had previously been spinning from hangover suddenly paused. "Seriously, who said that?"

"You can't be serious," You half smiled, trying to convince yourself he was joking. "That's not a funny joke, Bucky."

"Doll, I'm not joking." Bucky said, inching closer to you. "I love you, and not like a best friend. I've been in love with you since the seventh grade."

You smiled lightly, "Try sixth grade."

With your words, he pushed himself closer to you. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, holding it softly as he interlocked his lips with your own. It felt so delicate, so fragile, yet exploratory and hungry. His thumb caressed the back of your neck as you placed your hands on his cheeks.

"So, husband," You said as you pulled back. "Think we're gonna have a real wedding after this?"

Bucky chuckled as one hand moved to your waist, gently rubbing your hip. "Doll, I'm gonna give you a better wedding than you've ever dreamed of."

You hummed in contentment as you put your forehead against his, "I can't wait to marry you again."

[th3casscad3]

Heat And Desires

Part 1 Part 2 ________________________________________________________ In A Swift Motion Alastor Ripped Off The Rest Of Your Clothing, Exposing Your Body. Your Eyes Widen As You Gulp Down Hard. Your Area Throbbing Again As His Eyes Stayed On Your Body. " Alastor.. " You Spoke In A Whisper, Your Body Wanted Him To Touch You, You Needed To Fill His Hands On You. " Mm.. Be A Good Girl And Spread Your Legs For Me " Without Needing To Be Told Twice You Opened Your Legs, You Were About To Ask Him What He Was Doing Before His Lips Met Your Folds. His Tongue Slowly Swirled Around Your Clit And You Threw Your Head Back. He Chuckled And Thrusted His Tongue Inside You, In An Instant He Hitting Your G-spot. Your Thighs Twitched And Threatened To Close On Him. He Used His Tentacles To Force Your Legs Open. You Went To Grab His Hair As He Trusted Into You Mercilessly But He Stopped And Lifted His Head Up. " Ah Ah Ah. Who Said You Could Touch Me, Perhaps You Need To Learn A Lesson " With That His Tentacles Wrapped Around Your Wrists And Pinned Your Arms Above Your Head. He Shoved A Tentacle Into Your Pussy As His Hand Tugged On Your Tail, Caressing It. You Let Out A Loud Moan And Arched Your Back, Your Hips Buckling And Moving With Your Tentacle " Fuck~! Alastor! " Alastor's Free Hand Trailed Down Your Body, His Hand Picked Up Speed As He Played With Your Tail, Your Body Was Sending Shivers All Throughout Your Body, You Cried Out As Another Tentacle Danced With Your Clit. You Cried Out And Gripped The Bed Sheets. Alastor's Member Twitched And His Pants Were Wet With Pre-Cum. It Didn't Take Long For You To Reach Your Climax And Cum All Over His Tentacles. Alastor Licked You Up And Hummed. Your Body Riding Out You Second High. ' Such A Good Girl For Me~ " You Panted As Your Chest Dropped. However, Alastor Was Just Getting Started, He Flipped You On Your Back And Yanked At Your Tail, Your Head Dropped As You Yelped Out. Alastor Removed His Pants And Lined Himself Up With You. You Felt The Size Of Him And Whimpered Out " W- Wait Alastor! It Wont Fit! " Alastor Grumbled And Leaned Down To Your Ear " But It Will, Mon Cheri " He Jammed Himself Into You And Moaned Out " Mm~ You Feel So Fucking Good, Dear. " He Wasted No Time Thrusted Himself Into Your Tight Pussy. His Hand Pulling On Your Tail And His Other On Your Hip. You Felt The Tears Rolling Down Your Cheek As You Took Him In Whole. " A- Alastor!! Mm.. Fuck~! " Your Pushed Your Hips Back With Him, The Sound Of His Balls Slapping Your Body Soft Against The Moans You Both Shared. Alastor Lifted Your Leg With His Tentacle And Placed Kisses All Over Your Back As He Got A Deeper Range Inside You, Pounding Your G-spot With Every Thrust. You Felt Your Stomach Knot Up And Your Folds Twitch. You Were Almost At Your Climax. Alastor's Dick Twitched Inside You. " A- Alastor.. I- I'm.. FUCK! I'm Cuming!! " You Cried Out As Alastor Moved Faster. " Cum For Me, Darling. I'm Gonna To Breed His Pretty Cunt Of Yours " It Was Those Words That Sent You Past Your Point. Your Body Released And You Came All Over Alastor's Dick. However, Alastor Didn't Stop Sending You Into Overflow. He Pushed Your Head Down On The Mattress And Angled Your Hips Higher. " Mm, Such A Dirty Kitten You Are. Cuming All Over My Dick. " Alastor Bent Over And Pulled On Your Ears. You Grunted And Moaned Out " I'll Be Your Dirty Kitten, All Yours " Alastor Felt Himself Coming To His Climax, He Purred In Your Ear. " Be A Good Girl And Take My Seed. I'm Gonna Cum All Into Your Pretty Cunt " Alastor Slowed Down, Keeping A Steady Pace Until He Finally Cummed Inside You. He Then Fell On Your Back And Held You Close. Placing Light Kisses On Your Neck " You Took Me So Well, Darling. I'm Proud Of You " You Both Rode Down Your High And Cuddled Up With Each Other After He Pulled Out Of You. He Made Sure His Seed Stayed Inside You Before Letting Go. You Felt Yourself Drifting Off To Sleep. The Last Thing You Heard Was Alastor Saying " Your Mines Forever, My Darling Kitten "

[queer-n-here]

Hi! I'm glad you accepted my request (Sub!Atsushi)! Would you care to write one of these requests? You can write both if you want!

Request #1 (Osamu Dazai)

Reader overstimming Sub!Dazai since he flirts with other girls..infront of Reader. The smug and teasing looks on his face now turns into a pathetic look, tears of pleasure coming out of his eyes as he begs reader to let him cum, but reader won't let him unless he makes reader cums first. It ended of as a sweet and gentle aftercare as Reader praises him.

Request #2 (Chuuya Nakahara)

Sub!Chuuya had a bad day at work, so Reader decided to help him get off his mind. Before he was a bratty sub , now he's a desperate slut. His fucked up mind only thinks about Reader's cock inside of him that's hitting his prostate. The aftercare is them taking a bath together leading to another makeout or gentle cuddles.

(If you allow emoji anon, can I be 💞 anon?)

Hi, yeah of course! Also, I wanted to write both. Hope you like it.

Also, did I tell y'all that I'm a sucker for rough sex and gentle aftercare? Because yep, I very fucking much am.

Content: Exactly what anon wanted! (Or so I hope)

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, overstimming (Dazai), biting (Dazai), orgasm denial (?) (Dazai), no prep (Dazai), distraction sex (Chuuya), after sex bath (Chuuya)

Osamu Dazai

I can imagine this man being bratty like that, flirting and laughing away with some women at a party as you watch, holding your glass so hard cracks appear on it.

And when you walked over to him, finally having had enough, he acted all innocent, as if there was no idea behind those treacherous eyes of his why you would want to talk to him someplace private.

When you managed to pull him away, to envelope his wrist in a vice like grip as you led him through the party and to one of the backrooms, he gave up his prentense.

Leaning against the door you had just locked shut, Dazai smirked.

"Why, someone gets jealous easy..."

And you pinned him to the door, lips slamming against his as you muffled those witty remarks that his brain would soon forget.

You picked him up and bodily threw him onto a bed, ripping apart his (and your own) clothes with such animal-like ferocity that even Dazai knew to fear for his life.

"Can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He tried to tease, but you shut him up with a kiss so hard it had him seeing stars.

Turning him over onto his stomach, you plunged into him without warning, making him hiss and dig his fingers into the sheets.

You pounded into him mercilessly, that genius brain of his turning to mush with each thrust as he blabbered incoherently about lubrication and slowing down.

Gripping him by the waist, you pulled him up against your chest, hips not slowing down for a second.

Your hands reached out to tug at his erection, stroking in rhythm with your thrusts as you bit and licked at his neck, making him whine at the overstimulation.

And it wasn't long before he was thrashing in your grip, pants of, "I'm close... Hah! Mmph!... [Name], I'm so close!" spilling from his pretty lips.

But you had other plans. Throwing him back onto the bed with such force he cried out, you turned him to lay on his back again, grabbing his legs and pinning them to his chest before continuing your onslaught on him, your pace faster.

"You wanna cum before me, hmm?" You smirked, covering his tip with your thumb. "No chance, baby. I'll let you cum if you can make me do it first."

And the only Dazai could do was whine and scream, his eyes glazed over as he tried to struggle out of your strong grasp.

He changed tactics soon enough, even in a state as fucked out as this one he knew you were physically stronger than him, choosing to direct his attention to squeeze around you instead, trying his best to milk your cock like a little slut.

The feel of him clenching around you like a pathetic whore was so fucking amazing, you almost came right there.

But you held it in, more focused on teaching the ability user beneath you a lesson as you sped up, your tip hitting all of his sweet spots as your hand still blocked his cock, not letting him finish.

Soon you found yourself pitying Dazai, his hair stuck to his forehead and his cheeks red, his hole fluttering around you pathetically as his mouth made sounds more lewd than the devil himself.

So you came, letting go of his cock as your cum hit his gummy walls, slowing down as ropes of cum shot out of Dazai's dick, making him gasp and shudder at the feeling of finally being able to come.

His fucked out brain could think of doing nothing else but wrapping his arms around your neck, wishing only for you to comfort him.

And you did, soft praises spilling almost involuntarily from your lips as you pulled out of him and planted kisses all over his face.

Osamu Dazai was a brat. But he was your brat, and you'd love him the way he wanted you to for eternity.

Chuuya Nakahara

When Chuuya returned home all grumpy and pissed at apparently everything, your first instinct was to do what you always did: prepare a nice bath for him and cook him his favorite food.

But then some devilish part of your brain woke up and decided that it wanted to try something new.

And so, when Chuuya stepped into your shared bedroom, you followed, sitting down on the bed as you watched him slip out of his coat and shoes.

When he turned to see you watching, his scowl deepened, and a bratty little, "What?" snapped out of his mouth.

You had nothing to say, so you simply patted the mattress next to you, making Chuuya frown.

He opened his mouth to speak, and you raised an eyebrow, but he seemed to think better of it, choosing plop down on the bed beside you with a 'Hmph,' instead.

You leaned over and kissed him, making him pull away quickly and shake his head.

"Not in the mood today. Shitty day at work."

"Oh, but that's exactly why you need it," You smiled. "Let me take your mind off things, okay?"

Chuuya thought about it, and nodded. He trusted you to make him feel better.

Five minutes later, with you buried balls deep into his ass, he mentally patted himself on the back for having made that decision.

The way your hips rolled back and forth, hitting his G-spot with every thrust, was making him lose his mind and senses of reality.

"F-Faster!" He spluttered, gripping onto a pillow and burying his face in the sheets with his ass up in the air, and you had no reason to do otherwise.

Speeding up, you bent down to spread Chuuya's legs apart, the view of his balls quivering with each thrust making you smirk and use more force to abuse his prostrate.

And it was so amazing, oh god, Chuuya was gonna lose his mind.

The feel of you inside him, filling him up so nice and fucking him like it was your last day on earth, was more than enough to make his head spin.

Only half an hour ago he'd been thinking about the failed exchange of goods that had maybe put the Port Mafia behind their time by two months, but now it was all you. The way you fucked him, the way your hands held him in place and oh, the way you lowered you head to kiss his shoulder blades every once in a while.

It was not long before he was crying out, calling your name in a voice so loud you knew it would rouse your neighbours, his cum splattering onto the bed sheets, his walls clenching around you, making you spill into him.

When you pulled out, Chuuya didn't even have the brains left in him to turn and lay onto his back, all fucked out and breathing heavy, knowing you would take care of him.

And you did, gently lifting him up and carrying him to the bathroom, filling the bathtub up with warm water before sitting Chuuya down in it.

As you made to leave (I mean, someone had to change the sheets) Chuuya could only weakly grab your hand, muttering "Stay..."

And who were you to leave, when your gorgeous boyfriend was asking you to stay?

So you slipped into the tub behind him, wrapping your arms around Chuuya's waist and letting him sit between your legs, planting soft kisses on his neck as you cuddled.

"That was good," Chuuya said after sometime, finally having left subspace. "We should do that again next time I have a shitty day at work."

[neteyamslovrr]

Luvv your writing, i hope u can do a aonung x fem reader wherein theres part where she almost died (I guess like neteyam) like maybe in later parts and aonung was super worried and thought she actually died which she did but somehow came back and became absolutely clingy and like guardian or overprotective if ever she get hurt the slightest. Idk how will u write but hopefully u can consider thiss❤️❤️

I'm Right Here

summary:  ao’nung witnessing your near death made him feel hopeless, and he promised to never let anything hurt you again.

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It all happened so quickly, guns were blazing and the screams of all kinds of life rung through the night sky. You were there to follow Lo’ak as he went to warn Payakan, you didn’t realise this would be the start of a massacre.

You, Tsireya, and Tuk all had begun to creep onto the ship. “Tuk this is a terrible idea!” You whispered as she continued to make her way through the boat.

The boats alarms were flaring as you split away from Tuk and Tsireya. Finding another direction to make sure you could find Kiri. A scream filled your ears as you turned to see Tuk restraining to be tied again.

It was all blur when it happened. You ran so fast you brain couldn’t think. Jumping onto the back of Quaritch strangling him in hopes to get him off Tuk. But it failed miserably.

As he tied Tuk he simultaneously flung you off his back with a hard crash to the ground.

“Y/N!” you heard beside yourself, a worried shriek to keep your consciousness before hissing at the demon in front of you.

Tackling him to the ground he threw you again. “Oh you just don’t stop do you?” He chuckled pulling a gun out of his utility belt.

“Y/N run! Run!” Kiri shrieked. Your legs took off but still not fast enough. Not fast enough to miss the shot he fired.

Pain filtered through your body. If you weren’t so determined to not drown you would have let the pain paralyze you. Floating on the top of the water you quietly called out for someone to help you. The pain was unbearable. A bullet gliding across the top of your ribs was enough to have you scream.

“Y/N! Shit Y/N. Tsireya come over here!” Ao’nung found you barely able to keep afloat. The water surrounding you a red colour inciting worry in everyone.

Ao’nung couldn’t breathe seeing you in so much pain he couldn’t take it. You couldn’t leave him. You weren’t allowed to.

Tsireya came over quickly wearing a horrified look. “She need’s to go back to the village, Mother will help her.” Ao’nung carefully picked you up onto an ilu to ride back to his village.

You started to cough little bits of blood splattering to litter your face. “Fuck Y/N, it’s okay mother will help, I promise.” You cradled into him, your tears staining his chest.

“It hurts Ao’nung, it hurts so much.” Your voice was barely audible, you didn’t want to die, not here, not now.

“It’s okay Y/N its all going to be okay. See we’re here back at the village. Hold on for me okay?” Ao’nung’s comforting words were desperate, almost like he was comforting himself. He screamed for help running to his mother.

Ronal’s face was the same as Tsireya’s when she first saw you. Horrified. The red blossomed throughout your chest decorating your cyan skin.

Ao’nung sat beside you the whole time, he held onto your hand. Begging, praying, pleading with Eywa. He couldn’t lose you, not today, not ever. Ronal did every trick she knew, to bring you back to health. But she could only do so much.

Hour’s pass, and the hours turn into days. The war finished, the Sullys were back but you were still in a coma. Your body was weak, and your skin was pale. The wound had been threaded together by Ronal and your chest rose slowly and shakily.

Everyone tried to convince Ao’nung to leave your side, to get out of the darkness of where you rested. But no one was persuasive enough to convince him to leave you.

He thought if he left you, that you would leave him. Maybe his pleading worked because as he cried into your hair, begging for you to wake.

Your eyelids began to flutter open. The little light filtering through the pod still made you hiss. Ao’nung’s breath hitched. “Y/N? Y/N? are you awake?” He asked immediately holding onto your cheeks. His tears turned into sobs as he saw your scrunched up face and green eyes glowing at him.

“Rough nap I had.” You joked before Ao’nung littered kisses all across your face. Ao’nung swore to himself that he’d never let you get hurt again. He would never ever lose you again.

Months pass and you were fully healed. You could swim, run, walk and laugh just as well as everyone else. But what the shot affected the most was the relationship between you and Ao’nung.

You were promised to each other even before the war. But now that he had almost lost you and he was connected to you by the hip.

Every morning he’d wake next to you and tell you how grateful he was to wake up next to you. He’d constantly come up behind you, hugging you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings. After the shot, any piece of his tough guy exterior was disintegrated by you.

You knew he was overprotective of you before, but now more than ever. He’d guide you down steps, he’d always walk in front of you and when you were hunting he always tagged along. He couldn’t handle the thought of you being injured again.

You were out hunting, Ao’nung lagged behind chatting with Roxto, it was nice to see him relax with his friends. You had the tool in your right hand aimed at a medium sized fish. Pressing the trigger, you let out a pained shout. The device malfunctioned slightly cutting the bottom of your palm deeply.

Your shout immediately got Ao’nung’s attention. The sound of your pained voice brought back deep memories of your body bleeding out and he immediately rushed to were you had risen above the water.

“Y/N, Are you hurt, what’s wrong?, Do you need help?” His eyes frantically looked for an injury, his gaze always wondering down to your scar.

“I’m fine, I just cut my hand.”

“Let me see.” He grabbed your hand and saw the blood gushing out of your hand. For some reason seeing it made him start to tear up. His emotions were a wreck and staring at you hurt, it was a reflection of his worst fear.

Seeing the cut, it made him feel like he couldn’t protect you, just like he couldn’t protect you that day. The feelings of grief and fear hit him like a strong wave as the tears rolled down his face.

“Ao’nung why are you crying?”

“Let’s get you a bandage.” He ignored your queries about his tears until you both reached the shore.

Dragging you back to his tent he still wiping his face. Trying to rid of the evidence that he ever cried.

“Ao’nung stop.” You sat him down, and you sat in his lap. “Why are you crying my love?”

Ao’nung looked into your green eyes, those same eyes he saw almost lose their light that day. With a bandage in hand he slowly wrapped your hand to then rest it in on his heart.

“When you bleed… it reminds me of that day.” Frowning it clicked to why he panicked so much to your blood. “It reminds me of how helpless I was to help you, how I couldn’t do anything but watch you die.”

“But Ao’nung, I’m right here. I’m right here, you haven’t lost me, not yet.”

He let out a sad chuckle mixed into a sniffle. “Yeah.. you are right here.”

Softly you kissed his cheeks were his tears stained his skin. Ao’nung indulged in your presence, calming himself down as he felt your touch.

“I’ll never leave you Ao’nung, I promise.”

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authors note: hope you enjoyed! this one was rlly angsty. (also that photo of ao'nung is feral)

[brummiereader]

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Killing Me Softly (PART EIGHT/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: After Tommy gets mysteriously shot the responsibility to nurse him back to health falls on you. Will you be able to accept Tommy's apologies and give him a second chance when the guilt of how he has treated you slowly creeps up on him?

Warnings: Language, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, angst, controlling behaviour, toxic marriage, psychological mind games, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

" Shot? What...what happened?" you said resting your back against the headboard, rubbing your eyes in the process as sleep continued to weigh them down.

" I don't know Y/N, I don't fucking know!" he replied in a panicked voice as he removed his peaked cap, pinching the bridge of his nose. " He's asking for you, come on let's go" he said grabbing your hand when you suddenly pulled it back. "He's your husband...what's wrong with you?" John asked as he furrowed his brow in confusion at your reluctance to follow. "What the fucks going on in here...?" he said looking around the somber room once again when the door suddenly flew open and Arthur came frantically running in.

"John! I can't get the bullet out by myself, you need to hold him still" Arthur said as he stood by the door, wiping the sweat from his forehead as blood dripped from his hands. As John ran out the door Arthur looked back at you, reaching his hand out for yours.

" Y/N. Tommy needs you" he said ushering you forward as he looked at the hesitation in your eyes.

"No..." you mouthed quietly, shaking your head as you grasped the bed sheets tightly in your hands.

" I don't have bloody time for this" he muttered under his breath as he let go of the door handle, quickly disappearing from the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you listened to the sound of your husbands cries echoing through the house as an unpleasant feeling arose in your chest. Contentment, contentment at hearing him in pain, hearing him suffer. The same level of pain and suffering he had unforgivably inflicted on you.

" Where's my wife?!" You heard him yell between groans as you now stood at the top of the stairs, your feet unwilling to move any further. His wife. The wife he had abused since the day you committed yourselves to eachother, the wife he had embarrassed and belittled without hesitation, the wife he had tormented relentlessly with his sadistic games, and now what? He expected you to comfort him like any loving wife would?

"Arthur hurry the fuck up and get it out, else I'll do it myself!" You heard Tommy bellow whilst you walked slowly down the large wooden stairs, the sudden desire to see him in pain pushing your feet forward with each step you took.

Waiting by the living room door you watched John pinning Tommy's arms back behind him as Arthur sat in front of him ripping his bloodied shirt from his body, giving it to John who then threw it into the crackling fire next to him.

"Shit Tommy, two inches to the left and you'd be a dead man" Arthur announced as he picked up his pocket knife dousing it in alcohol. "This is gonna hurt like hell brother..."

" Wait, wait!" Tommy said through gritted teeth as he spotted you."Y/N sweetheart, come to me" Tommy pleaded as he pulled his hand away from John's grip, desperately reaching out for you. With the three brothers now staring back at you, you felt you had no choice but to go to your husbands side. With his hand now firmly wrapped around yours, you finally looked down at the bullet hole below his collarbone. Arthur was right he could have died it was mere centimeters from his heart, almost the exact same location as a previous gunshot wound.

" Did you call an ambulance?" You said turning to John as Tommy's grip tightened around your hand at the sight of the knife moving closer to his body.

" I'm not leaving this house Y/N" Tommy said as he looked up at you, his hair disheveled, a layer of sweat coating his face as he breathed heavily through his nose.

"John" Arthur said looking to his brother as the youngest pulled Tommy's arms back once again. With one last glance to you, Tommy licked the sweat of his top lip nodding to Arthur as he braced himself for what was about to happen.

" Three two.." with the countdown unfinished Arthur plunged the sharp blade through the gaping hole in Tommy's chest, squeezing his fingers around the bullet hole as he tried to pry the led from his body. You watched on as all the bravado he once possessed left his body as he whimpered and yelled in pain, his eyes scrunched shut as the knife pierced his already wounded body. "There's the sneaky bastard" Arthur smiled as the silver bullet fell into his palm. "Here, one more to add to your collection" he chuckled, dropping the small piece of led into a glass ash tray on the table beside him. "Now drink this" he added, picking up a bottle of whiskey that Tommy swiftly grabbed from his hands, downing a third of what was left within a few seconds. " Right. Hold on" Arthur said taking it back, pouring the rest of its contents straight into the open wound.

" FUCKK!" Tommy shouted in response letting go of your hand, his eyes now locked on Arthurs face as his fist came up to punch his older brother in the cheek, a punch Arthur dodged almost instantly.

" Come on Tom, soldier up" Arthur laughed patting him on the back as he exchanged a grin with John." Y/N, you bandage him up" your brother-in-law said as he walked off to get himself a well deserved drink.

" Arthur I don't know how to..."

" There's nothing to it Y/N, here" John interrupted, passing you the bandages as you looked down at your husband hunched over trying to catch his breath.

" Maybe it's best..."

" Darling...please" Tommy said grabbing your arm, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. Swallowing harshly you sat down in front of your husband as he tried to focus his eyes on you through the pain radiating through his chest, groaning as he straightened his posture out.

" Bet your loving this ey?" he scoffed as his trembling hands reached for the packet of cigarettes next to him, his eyes following yours as you placed a square of cotton over his open wound. Ignoring his remark you continued to bandage him up as Tommy tried to catch your eye, needy for his wife's attention. "Hey" he said grabbing your hand as you finished fastening the bandage across his chest. " You don't fucking care do you?" he asked tilting his head, squinting his eyes in disbelief as his cigarette hung from his lips. Looking away you tried to stand up, only for Tommy to pull your arm, forcing you back down Into the chair, his jaw clenching in annoyance at your continued refusal to meet his eyes.

" What happened?" Polly said walking through the door as she hurried over to Tommy to check the damage.

" Fuck sake" Tommy mumbled under his breath unaware his Aunt had been called.

" Found him on the ground by the front door as we pulled up" John said as he walked back over with a drink in his hand, seemingly unbothered by his brother having just been shot.

" John I'm gonna need a bit more information than that" Polly said as she opened the bandages to check the wound, her eyes darting to you still sitting next to your husband, his hand firmly holding onto yours.

" Bloody hell Pol!" Tommy said wincing in pain as she pushed the flesh around the bullet hole checking for any fragments. " The bullet came out clean, Arthur saw to that" he said looking over to his brother who tipped his glass of whiskey in Tommy's direction.

" Where's his shirt?" Polly asked as she looked back at her nephews." Where's his fucking shirt?!"

" John threw it in the fire. Polly will you calm down, I've got thumping headache after tonight's events" Arthur complained as he let himself drop into a nearby arm chair, desperate to go home.

" Bloody idiots" she mumbled under her breath looking up at the ceiling as if she was asking a higher power why she had been unfairly blessed with three halfwits for nephews. "Now that I don't have his shirt I can't see if any cloth is missing and lodged inside, can I?" she huffed standing up.

" I put half a bottle of whiskey on it, he's good" Arthur said rubbing his forehead as he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him, closing his eyes.

" For your sake he better be. And you still haven't told me what happened" Polly asked as she placed her hands on her hips, looking around the room at each of her nephews.

" Was coming back from the stables. Two chancers tried their luck. Took a shot at me" Tommy explained casually without giving anymore detail as he took a drag of his cigarette.

" I didn't hear a gunshot" you spoke up, your eyes darting around the room at everyone only to catch Tommy's, his brows raised in surprise at your outspokenness as an unnerving glint shone in his eyes. Swallowing harshly you looked away as Tommy squeezed your hand in response. Had you said the wrong thing?

" They would have used a silencer love" Arthur said putting his feet up on the sofa in front of him.

" Have you checked the grounds?" Polly asked pushing Arthur's muddy boots off the sofa with her foot as Tommy's thumb firmly rubbed small circles into the back of your hand, a warning to not misbehave, a caution to not dare speak again. Slowly disconnecting from what was happening around you, you looked up to see a small smirk form on the corner of your husbands lips through the cigarette smoke leaving his mouth, his stare boring into you as he looked down at the exposed skin where your dressing gown had come loose. Pulling your hand away you abruptly stood up closing your gown tighter around your body as you walked over to the window whilst the sound of conversation re-entered your hearing.

" I need to rest" Tommy said standing up as he looked over to you.

" What you need is a doctor" Polly answered, pushing him back down as she walked over to where you was standing in concern.

" We've already called one, he should be here any minute" John announced as he poured himself another drink, shaking the bottle as the last few drops spilled out.

" Y/N love, would you go get us another bottle of whiskey" she asked placing her hand on your arm. " Are you ok? " she said quietly, her eyebrows raised at the worried expression spread across your face. What was Tommy playing at? He had men guarding the perimeters of the property since the day he dragged you back to Arrow House. How could he have gotten shot?

" I'm fine Polly" you said as you left the room, Tommy's eyes following you as he went to stand up again, only for his Aunt to stop him for a second time.

Out in the hallway you broke down in tears. You wanted everything to just stop. The nights sudden events had set your already fragile state on edge, and with the constant threat of Tommy's ongoing punishment looming over you, you couldn't help but think this was another part of his sadistic plan.

" My wife's upset I need to see her" Tommy said as he got up from his chair.

" I'll check on Y/N, you stay seated" Polly said pointing her finger at her nephew. Falling back into his seat Tommy clenched his jaw, pinching his bottom lip as he watched his Aunt leave the room, his inability to control the situation only frustrating him more.

"He's in there" Polly said pointing to the living room as the doctor walked into the foyer. " Y/N, come here" Polly said with her arms out as she walked over to you. "You're not okay, has anything else happened ?" she asked as you shook your head in response, nervously biting your nails. "Look what happened the other day.." she began to say unable to even explain the previous days events herself. " What happened should have never took place, what Tommy did was unforgivable, monstrous. Y/N, if you're searching for the man he once was you won't find him, he died a long time ago, and I fear he would be far worse without you by his side. He's my nephew and as much as I hate the man he has become he is still family, but so are you love. I can help you Y/N" she said as she held onto your arm. " Do you want help?" Looking away tears welled in your eyes as you clutched your arms around your body looking to the front door.

" No" you sobbed shaking your head, as you watched Tommy's figure approach you both in the corner of your eye.

" Y/N let's go to bed, the doctors given me the all clear" Tommy said walking to you with a bottle of medicine in his hand as Polly nodded her head, letting go of your arm as a defeated look spread across her face. You was a grown woman she couldn't force you, she had offered help, it was now your choice to take it or not.

" I'll stay until the morning, make sure you take that" she said over her shoulder as she walked away back into the living room.

With his hand resting on your lower back Tommy led you up the stairs as you both walked up to the second floor in silence.

" No, not this room " Tommy said as he took your hand leading you to one of the many guest rooms down the hallway. Opening the door Tommy walked you in as his eyes lustfully roamed over your body.

" Why this room?" You questioned as you looked around at the dimly lit bedroom.

"Just come to bed Y/N " he said as he pulled back the sheets waiting for you.

"Your medicine" you said pointing at the small bottle in his hand as you climbed under the sheets, turning around away from him. A few minutes later you felt him climb in, his arm wrapping around you as a grunt left him mouth at the pain coursing through his body. Within seconds you felt Tommy's lips kissing along the back of your neck, his hand resting on your upper thigh caressing small circles into your skin as his fingers slowly reached under your gown.

" You were teasing me downstairs sweetheart" he moaned quietly into your throat, his lips smiling into your skin as he grinded his hips against your body. Quickly moving away you pushed his hand off you, pulling the bed sheets closer to your body.

" Fuck sake" Tommy muttered under his breath as he rolled onto his back. " If you won't let me fuck you, will you at least talk to me?" He huffed as he looked over to you curled up on your side of the bed. " Your husband gets shot and you don't bat an eyelid. You're not as sweet and innocent as you claim to be" he scoffed as he turned back to you, pulling the sheets away from under your chin. "Hey, I'm talking to you"

" How did you get shot Tommy?!" you replied as you turned around to face him unable to ignore his remarks any longer, your emotions so heightened you ceased believing anything he said anymore.

" I already told you Y/N" he said looking away as you turned back around pulling the covers away from him.

" In sickness and in health ey" Tommy chuckled as he leaned over to turn the bedside light off, his head falling back onto the pillow as exhaustion overtook his body.

" You forgot the rest of your vows Tommy"

It was early morning when you rolled over to see Tommy breathing heavily, sweat coating his body as his head turned left and right in a delirious state.

" Tommy?" You said sitting up as you shook his arm trying to wake him. He was burning up, his pillow drenched, how long had he been like this? For a moment you just sat there and watched him as he breathed heavily through strangled groans. You could leave him, let him pay for everything he had done to you. You thought to yourself as you watched him tremble in pain.

" Get a doctor" Tommy croaked out grabbing your hand as if he could sense your apprehension. Nodding your head you walked out the bedroom making your way down the hallway until you suddenly stopped, your hand gripping tightly onto the top of the stair banister as the sound of the dials on the hallway clock turning ticked loudly in your ears. Taking a step back you turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you started to walk in the opposite direction. Was you really going to do this? Let your husband die? A sudden wave of guilt washed over you as you wrapped your arms around your body in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself.

" Y/N?" You heard Polly's voice say behind you as you let your arms drop to your sides. Turning around your eyes nervously darted to the bedroom then back to her. " What's going on?" She asked approaching you as she looked at the door.

" It's...it's Tommy he has a fever. I was going to call a doctor" you responded trying to avoid her stare.

" A doctor?" She questioned as she looked behind you, knowing the only telephone in the house was downstairs. Nodding you turned your head away as you frantically played with the sleeve of your dressing gown. " Ok Y/N, I want you to go downstairs and call doctor Taylor, ok?" Nodding you hurried past her as she watched you walk away. Did she know your true intentions?

With the doctor having been called and now tending to Tommy with Polly by his side, you waited downstairs aimlessly wandering around the house. You didn't want to see him, you didn't want to face him, guilt was consuming you. How could you have been so malicious in your disdain for your husband that you was ready to let him die a painful death? You thought to yourself looking out the front door as one of Tommy's men walked past. This wasn't like you, you wasn't him. As anxiety pumped though your body you ran over to the open door, desperate to feel the morning breeze on your face when one of Tommy's men stopped you.

"I just need some fresh air" you said trying to push past him.

" No one leaves the house, Tommy's orders" he replied as he looked past you.

" No one, or just me?" You said as he finally looked down at you. " I see" you said folding your arms turning around when your husband's sudden cry caught your attention.

" Y/N!" You heard Polly shout, calling your name as you hurried up the stairs to the bedroom.

Opening the door you immediately looked away at the sight of Tommy's infected wound as the doctor pulled out a small piece of cloth from the bullet hole. Grunting in pain Tommy's fingers came up to wrap around the doctors neck only for his hand to quickly fall back down onto the bed, his body too weak to fight.

" Did Mr Shelby take the medicine I prescribed?" He asked looking between you and Polly.

" Y/N?"

" Yes last night" you said trying to think back, did he take it? Why wouldn't he? Where was it? You questioned as your eyes darted around the room in search of the small bottle.

" Doctor" Polly said nodding to the door as he followed her out to talk in the corridor whilst you stood at the end of the bed looking anywhere but at your husband.

"Don't worry, I'll be dead soon" Tommy said swallowing back the swelling in his throat. He was deathly pale, his whole body trembling in pain as he tried to reach for the glass of water beside him whilst you watched on at his helplessness.

" Fuck sake" you mumbled under your breath as you walked to his side of the bed. Siting down next to him you gently lifted the back of his head as you poured small amounts of water into his mouth. After only a few sips Tommy pushed the glass away as his head fell back onto the pillow, looking at you through exhausted eyes.

" Everything's in your name" he said in lagged breaths as he tried to search for your hand.

" Why are you saying this?" you replied looking back at him scrunching you brow in confusion.

"Come on darling, don't lie to yourself. You've wanted me dead for a long time"

" Stop it Tommy, stop saying these things" you cried as you pulled your hand away. Was he playing the cruelest game of them all? Was he trying to make you feel pity for him after everything he had done to you?

" I've always loved you Y/N " he confessed as you looked away, tears streaming down your face quicker than you could brush them away.

"Y/N a word" Polly said as she entered the room pulling you to one side.

" Picked out my coffin yet?" Tommy coughed trying to let out a strangled laugh.

" Shut up" Polly said turning to face him. "The doctor said he needs to make it through the night if he's going to survive this infection. I have to go into the city before everything falls apart, you need to stay here and look after him, I'll be back in the morning, ok?"

" Polly no, you can't leave me here alone with him, I don't know what to do"

" You don't have a choice, he needs you Y/N" Polly said as she quickly left the room, not giving you a chance to argue any further with her.

Turning around you looked back at your husband as he lay in bed, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as his body tried to rid itself of the infection taking over. Pacing back and forth, a feeling of frustration overwhelmed you at the cruel twist of fate. You was now the one who had to nurse him back to health when the only thing you wanted to do was watch the life slip away from him.

" Just leave Y/N " Tommy said as he tried to get up from the bed.

" What are you doing?" you said in annoyance as you walked over to him.

" Let me die" he replied as he laid back down. You wanted him to suffer, but seeing him like this, desperate and weak made your inner battle of anger and guilt fight eachother for dominance.

" Just shut up" you said giving in as you walked over to the bowl of water by his bed, angrily dipping the cloth into the cold water. Sitting down beside him you started to dab the sweat from his body as Tommy looked up at you.

"Y/N..."

" Stop talking Tommy, I don't want to hear it" you said as you threw the cloth back into the bowl your hands coming to your face in frustration. Reaching out Tommy's hand slowly moved up your arm, as he tried to move your fingers away from your face.

"Y/N, I'm sorry" he said as you looked back at him, tears streaming down your face.

" No Tommy, you don't get to say that after everything you've done, you don't get to do this!"

" I don't deserve you, I never did" as the last words left his mouth Tommy slowly closed his eyes as the final bits of strength faded within him.

For hours you stayed by his bedside, wiping the sweat from his body, bandaging and cleaning his wound, hushing him as strangled moans left his mouth as he called out your name, begging you to stop the pain. And when he did sleep your eyes stayed fixed on his stomach as you watched it move up and down with each breath. Was you waiting for it to stop, was you afraid it would stop? You couldn't tell anymore. Why did it have to come to this? You thought as you continued to torment yourself with the satisfaction you felt when you first saw him in pain. You loved him, and now you cruelly found yourself having to decide if you loved him enough to continue to comfort and tend to him. Desperate for fresh air you stood up walking over to the window as you knocked over a chair with Tommy's clothes laying on top of it. "Shit" you mouthed to yourself, worried the sudden noise would wake him as you bent down to pick up his suit jacket when a small photo folded in half caught your eye. Turning it over you opened it to see a picture of you and Tommy taken before the war. It was old and battered, the edges torn and frailing, it looked like it had been through a war itself.

"You kept me alive" Tommy said coughing as he slowly turned his head to you.

" You've had this in your pocket all these years?"

" I took it to France" he replied as you walked over to sit beside him. Reaching out Tommy took the picture from you, rubbing his thumb over it as if he had done it a thousand times already, the movement engraved into his memory, a ritual he had repeated countless times before. Handing it back to you Tommy began to cough uncontrollably as you quickly reached for the the glass of water beside him, tenderly holding his cheek as you poured small amounts into his mouth.

"When I was in France" he started to say as he cleared his throat the swelling engulfing his body making it hard for him to talk. " I'd stare at that picture every night and take myself back to watery lane, back to you. It was the only thing that stopped me from running over the line. I've always loved you Y/N, I never stopped"

" And yet you killed for me in the name of love Tommy, killings that never needed to happen. Is that true love to you?"

" Your horse was lame darling"

" And my friend...was that a mercy too?"

A silence fell upon the room, Tommy had nothing to say. A battle within himself to make things right fought with his own reasoning that what he had done was justified. Had he suddenly begun to feel guilt in everything he had done? Maybe the unexpected feeling of deaths eyes bearing down on him had finally made him face his own monstrous actions.

" There's no going back to the start is there?" Tommy said as he weakly looked up into your eyes. Shaking your head tears fell down your cheeks as Tommy brought his hand up to brush them away with his thumb. Holding onto your hand Tommy swallowed harshly as his emotions threatened to spill over.

" Please, don't let go " he said gripping your hand tighter, his eyes closing once again as he drifted back to sleep. With tears burning your cheeks you reached out your hand as you gently caressed his face. Months of torment had come to an end, and for the first time in a long time you finally saw a small glimpse of the boy you used to know, the sweet loving boy you fell head over heels for. You could only hope it wasn't the fever talking and Tommy's remorse was as genuine as he had made you believe it was. As the hours passed by exhaustion started to take over. Closing your eyes you rested your head on your husband's stomach as the gentle lull of his body moving up and down with each breath he took rocked you soundly to sleep.

"You're still here" Tommy said as he woke up to you holding onto his hand hours later, your head still resting on his stomach. Bringing the back of your hand to his forehead you checked to see if his fever had passed.

" It's slowing down" you sighed, surprised by the sense of relief washing over you.

" You saved my life again" he replied sitting up, grunting at the continued pain stabbing him in his chest.

" I didn't do anything Tommy"

" You did Y/N, you kept me alive" he said as he leaned forward cupping your cheek in his hand. " Give me one more chance? He's not dead, the boy you once knew is still in there, help me find him"

" Tommy, everything you've done I can't forgive you for it. You've broken my heart so many times"

" I don't expect you to forgive me Y/N. I've lost who I was. I've done unspeakable things, but you, you can make me a better man. Please, just one more chance" he replied. His body having given him another breath of life he was now desperate for one more with you. Looking away your eyes flickered down to the photo of you both on top of the bed side cabinet that Tommy had kept in his pocket for the past decade. Your heart ached endlessly for the man you had first fell in love with all those years ago, stronger than any feeling you had ever known. The need to feel his arms wrapped around you, his warm body comforting you never left. He had a hold on you as much as you did with him. Was you as addicted to him as he was with you? His acts were evil, and there was no taking back what he had done, but even the worst of men could change couldn't they? Reaching up you rested your hand over Tommy's as he looked lovingly back into your eyes.

" Ok" you said nodding your head as tears fell down your cheeks. " Ok Tommy" smiling, Tommy leaned forward wincing in pain as he rested his forehead against yours.

" I'll be the man you want me to be" he said pressing his lips to your own in a tender embrace as your tears cascaded down between your cheeks.

Pulling back you was met with his piercing blue eyes staring back at you, a small smile on his lips as his thumb stroked firmly across your cheek. An all too familiar feeling suddenly settled in your stomach in response to his forceful touch as paranoia quickly rose within you.

Had he fooled you again?

NEXT PART

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[starrykaulitz]

could you write more older tom🙏🏼 i love the way you write for him🩷🩷

$ shameful, sinful, immoral.

when you let me start to love you, its like a bunch of broken picture frames.

warnings; language, smut (18+), dirty talk, rough tom, unhealthy?, p in v, cheating, cigarettes.

it was so wrong of her, so immoral, so against anything she’d ever stand for; but she was doing it for him, with him.

she gripped onto his long locks of hair, fingers almost carving into his scalp. his tongue lapped up any juices in which she’d released. he was acting starved, vicious in the way his mouth engulfed her aching bud.

the prey which now writhed under tom’s animalistic grip was letting out puny whines, groans and moans falling from her plump lips.

“stay still.” he monotoned between licks, his fingers pressing marks into her thighs as he split her open.

he groaned deeply against her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her grip on the pale sheets bellow her curling and scrunching them in ecstasy. she felt as tom’s large hand snaked upward from her thigh, gently washing his digits over her concaved stomach until he met with her soft breast.

he massaged it, palmed it until it seemed to mould to his hand. then, her aching core was met with the cool summer air of the open window. his head had left the crevice of her legs, left her longing for his rough and brutal touch.

she whined at the absence of his beard against her now aching pussy, though she was met with an exquisite view. tom, sat on his knees between her legs, unbuckling the belt to his jeans. she observed intently as they fell to his knees, his boxers joining them in suit.

she would never get used to looking at how big tom was, at how his size seemed to threaten her whole body whenever it’d enter her, tear her in two, mould her pussy to its exact form.

she hated that she wasn’t able to call him hers, wasn’t able to be invited into his home—only into motels on those secret friday nights, picking her up out the front of some bus stop hidden beneath a singular street-light.

his wife, what was she doing right now? most definitely not thinking that her most innocent husband was off fucking some young, petite model in some cheap, tacky motel.

though the girl didn’t care, she’d never care as long as tom continued to meet her on these friday summer nights, make her forget all her concerns, make her feel special for only mere moments as ecstasy and tension overcame the two lustful beings.

he stared into the girls eyes, searching for the okay as he began to enter her, as he caused that familiar preliminary pain.

she let out a throaty moan and threw her head back against the pillow below her, he’d barely given her enough time to get used to his size before he began to pound into her relentlessly.  

“tom!” she cried out, gripping onto his arms as crescents from her acrylic nails became fruitful against his tan skin, now slick with sweat.

he groaned deeply against her neck, muffling curse words as he took advantage of her tight pussy. he bit softly at the clear skin on her neck, placing purple marks soon to be dappled amongst her pale skin.

“fuck… you always feel so good.” he grunted as his pace quickened with ease, the familiar feeling of her legs wrapping around his slim waist only encouraging his roughness.

“harder, tom!” she cried, needing to feel the pain that came amongst the pleasure of his sex.

tom attended to her request, the sound of skin slapping against skin heightening, echoing throughout the small motel room-- neither cared if anyone could hear them.

her hands slowly slithered from his brawny arm to his tense back, scraping and clawing at any skin she could. she needed him closer, needed him deeper. he cried out at the grazes and aching marks which the girl left from beneath him, paying him back for the pain his length was causing her.

“i-im…” she tried to let the words fall from her mouth, but they seemed to catch on her tongue. her body bounced backward and forward as his demanding and rough pumping only became more and more vicious. he wanted to destroy her, eat her alive until she was just a longing mess.

“use your words, sweetie…” he trailed off before nibbling at the lobe of her ear.

“im close!” she finally cried out, uncrossing and untangling her tongue as she felt the knot within her begin to loosen intensely.

“god… already? your just made for this dick, arnt’cha.” he hummed lowly into her ear, his breath heated against her already boiling skin.

and with a yelp, the pathetic girl came undone beneath her predator.

he threw his head back as her hole tightened around him, guttural groans leaving his body as he continued to hammer pumps into her now throbbing entrance.  

“tom, please!” she squealed, though that wasn’t enough to stop him. tom was now drowned in lust, his long hair swaying back and forth as he watched how her breasts bounced in time with his plunges.

watching her struggle beneath him only encouraged the pounding and overstimulation the girl was receiving, only lured him further into the way her body seemed to almost become numb to the feeling.

finally, he’d halted his thrusts for only a mere moment. his rough hands snatched the overwhelmed girl’s waist, flipping her over with absolute affluence until her ass had been in the air, back arched and almost begging for his entry.

he admired the state she was in, the way that she’d barely been able to hold herself together, how she was almost fucked to pieces after only one orgasm. his wife couldn’t give him this, couldn’t give him the satisfaction of fucking someone until they’d forget their own name, until the only name they could remember was his own.

he’d never fucked someone like her, someone so pathetic yet so alluring. someone so petite yet so full of fiery lust. she was perfect to him, a doll in which was created for his own sinful satisfaction, used by him until broken, fucked out until hollow.

she cried out against the plush pillow below her as she felt him enter once again, slamming directly into her uterus. her knuckles turned a milky white as they clung desperately to the same pillow which seemed to be the only thing keeping her from falling to pieces.

tom let out a long, lustful, rasping moan as he connected their skin. his pumping hastened, his body beginning to mould to her back all whilst his long arm reached under her until it met with her swollen clit.

“tom, no!” though he continued to rub figure eights into its wet centre, just how he knew she liked. every ‘no’ had only been an invitation to keep going—the girl knew exactly what to say if she really wanted tom to stop.

she felt pathetic beneath him, pathetic because she already felt her second orgasm building in her guts, building in her brain as her vision became blurry.

soon, the only sounds her body had been able to produce were slurred and slippery moans, desperate and sloppy attempts in releasing her pleasure from some hole other than the one being stuffed by tom. she couldn’t think against his dick, couldn’t think as she listened to the way he praised and spanked her ass.

she felt his hot breath against the skin of her nape before another bite mark was planted, then another, then another, until the entirety of her back seemed to glow a dark purple.

“you look so fucking good like this, taking me so well.” his german accent pricked at the tip of his tongue as he interchanged between dialects.

“you gonna cum again? fucking slut, twice before I’ve even finished once.” she had no idea why, but his harsh words only made her fall deeper into his trap, deeper into the way she was already so close to finishing for the second time that night.

though not only was she near her end, she felt as tom began twitching within her, felt his fingers grip and rip into the skin on her waist crueller, more desperately, as if preparing himself to be slammed by a tsunami of desire.

as the pathetic girl beneath him came undone for the second time, he listened intently to the whines that fell out of her gaping mouth. the noises she was producing were utter sin, vulgar and filthy to those who weren’t within the act—animalistic and loutish.

and with that, with the feeling of her body collapsing in on itself, the feeling of her organs tightening and twisting around his dick, he came undone in a singular thrust. a rasping moan escaped his parted lips, followed by a string of curses as he filled her with his seed—keeping himself planted within her to ensure that none of it would seep out.

his head, which was thrown backward, finally tilted upright until facing the mangled girl, the only thing holding her up and toward him being tom’s pure strength—or what was left of it.

as he slowly left her aching hole, he watched as the singular string of mixed liquids followed. he smirked, attempting to ignore the ringing in his ears and the darkening behind his eye-lids.

“you okay?” he let out finally, tone laced with worry as he watched the girl unmoving beneath him. though that concern was soon lost as he watched the small nod of her head against the pillow.

his fingers tenderly fluttered against the skin of her waist, following the crevices of her body until they had reached the hair which stuck to her forehead by sweat. he brushed it away, placing it gently behind her ear, watching amusingly at her chest rising and falling.

she was perfect—so utterly perfect, could be compared to even a doll. he moved from hovering over her to sinking the bed beside her, instantly reaching to the bedside table alongside him, taking a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from it. removing one from its paper packaging, he placed it between perked lips as it lit to life, a long puff of smoke leaving him as if the ghost which possessed him during his heinous act vanished into the heavy air of the night.

finally, the girl beside him had gained enough vitality to move faintly, using this energy to turn to her side, to face the man who sat in silence.  

“tom.” her tone was laced with worry, questioning, just as his was.

“your wife… what will-“

“do not mention her.” almost instantly, he shut down the girls question, another cloud of smoke leaving his red lips as his frows burrowed, though his eyes swayed from her own. he couldn’t look at her, couldn’t face the consequence of the very action in which had been happening for much too long now.

silence lingered between the two, both pairs of eyes looking at everything that wasn’t the other.

then, tom’s deep voice spoke, uttered the words in which she had never wanted to hear, words in which would shatter and break her heart in two.

“I can’t see you again.”

[cosmiic-world]

asmodeus thirst

i couldnt help myself aosnksns

cw: explicit content, mirror fucking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm after orgasm, dumbification, degredation + praise, use of good girl, creampie, slight breeding kink, midly possessive behavior, mention of pregnancy, pure smut no plot. no thoughts just horny.

“you can take another one, right?” asmodeus practically purred into your ear as his fingers softly and slowly drew circles on your clit, feeling your cunt spasm around his cock as you came again.

you whined and shook your head, the overstimulation too much to bear. your hips stuttered as he applied more pressure to your puffy clit, resulting in you letting out a yelp. “please asmo, n-no more..” you said, panting.

“aw, but look at how pretty you look,” he gently grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look into your reflection. “look at that pretty pussy clenching so perfectlyu on my cock.” he slowly pulled out so you could see how your pussy clenched as if trying to keep him in despite your pleas. “your body wants more, i know you can take it. right?” by now, he was slowly thrusting into you, fucking you at an agaonizingly slow pace.

“i-i can take it..” you mumbled as the pain from the overstimulation turned into pleasure.

“that’s my good girl. i knew you could do it.” he said before thrusting harshly into your sopping cunt.

you gasped and cried loudly, averting your gaze from embarrassment.

asmodeus let out a groan, almost a growl, and forced you to look back at the mirror, his eyes boring into your reflection. “keep your eyes on me baby. that’s it, just like that.” he said, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.

“ngh, c-cumming!” you moaned as you came around his cock again for the nth time, your legs shaking and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

asmodeus let out a moan as he watched every thought leave your pretty little head, pleasure evident on your face. “you’re so pretty when you cum. and you’re gonna cum for me again.” he said, groaning as he finally felt his orgasm approaching. “you’re gonna cum as many times as i want you to. because you’re all mine.”

“‘m all yours!” you repeated as hot tears rolled down your cheeks, your tongue lolling out.

“such a good slut for me. you’re doing so fucking good for me.” he said as he went back to playing with your clit again, this time rubbing fast circles on it. “cum with me darling, i know you can give me another one.” he groaned as his thrusts picked up some more speed. “gonna fill you up with my cum. i’ll make sure you’re pregnant with my babies.”

“ah, fuck! yes, asmo, fill me up! o-oh, ‘m gonna cum!!” you threw your head back against his shoulder, crying out and shaking as you came once more.

the pressure from your cunt tightening around his cock made asmo dizzy as he came, delivering one last harsh thrust before he filled you up.

both of you sat there panting and watching how your cunt was filled with both his and your cum. asmo’s gaze averted to your face, smirking as he saw your fucked out expression.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” he said before picking you up to go start the bath.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 8: Vincent Sinclair (Pumpkin Spice)

Welcome my loves to the start of Fictober week 2! We've made it to day 8! Not to sound like a broken record but thanks again for sticking with me for this project <3 This fic will start the on and off smut fics throughout the rest of the month but they will still be labeled as just Fictober fics.

Notes: Minors DNI, porn without plot, NSFW, Smut. Descriptions of reader kept to minimum and no pronouns are used. Possible pet names throughout. Short but sweet.

"Vince?" You asked nearly breathless, The man in question sat at the work table next to the bed you shared with his back to you. His mask next to him on the table but when he heard you he quickly grabbed it and replaced it on his face.

You reached out to stop him before he could put the mask back on entirely.

"Please Vince, Don't cover your face" You begged him, this made him pause and glace out of the corner of his eye at you, still not facing you fully. He pushed out the chair he was sitting on and turned to face you while bringing a hand up to place on your hip.

"I think your handsome without your mask Vince" You told him, putting your hand over his and moving yourself to sit on his lap facing him. His hands shot to your waist to make sure you were stable.

When your lips connected your eyes fluttered shut as Vincent's tongue made it's way into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted your ass to have you sitting on his desk.

His nimble hands worked their way down to the button of the front of your shorts, unbuttoning them and moving them down your legs, Your hands wrapped around the bottom of his sweater and motioned for him to take it off. Vincent was quick to oblige and slipped the thick woven fabric over his head and threw it to the bed. Next came his pants, and your shirt and underwear leaving your bottom half bared to him.

"Vince" You were breathless again as he slipped inside of you, Your legs were straight up in the air as he thrusted in and out at a steady pace. You laid all the way back on his desk, hair hanging off the end and he fucked into you.

Vincent leaned down to press kisses along your exposed chest as your eyes went shut with pleasure.

"P-please, Harder" You gasped as he immediately fulfilled your wish.

The thrusts picked up and the room filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours as the juices from the two of you combined. You reached a hand down to play with yourself as you got fucked but Vincent stopped you, using one hand to pin your wrists above you and the other to hold your leg in the air to get a better angle.

He thrusted back into you at this new angle and you gasped at the new full feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you, hitting every spot just right to elicit the reaction he was looking for.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried to form sentences. You heard a huff of amusement coming from Vincent as he continue to slide in and out, Suddenly Vincent pulled out of you.

You were about to ask what he was doing when his hands flipped you over onto your stomach, he lifted your bottom half up once more and he thrusted his cock back into your velvet walls.

Your hands gripped the edge of his desk, whines and moans the only thing able to fall from your lips as you could feel the pit of your stomach tighten as you came to a climax.

"I-inside Vince please, cum inside" You pleaded almost in tears

Nimble figures reached down to help bring you to the sweet relief of climax, Vincent's cum coated your insides as you made a mess of his desk. Except after you had cum Vincent didn't stop playing with you.

His hands work at your most sensitive parts, slapping yours away when you tried to push him off of you.

"Vince! God, please Vince" You cried out from overstimulation, One more time Vincent your beloved brought you to the sweet climax you begged for before pulling away from you.

Skin slapping against each other was replaced by pants of exhaustion from the both of you. You stayed laid on your stomach on his desk, the feeling of the mess underneath you sticky at your thighs and stomach. You didn't even notice Vincent had left the room until he returned.

The feeling of the soft warm rag on your legs brought you out of your haze. You rolled over onto your back so Vince could reach your legs better. After you were clean he helped you shakily to your feet and over to the bed. He was about to walk away when you grabbed his hand.

"Lay with me Vinnie, Please" You begged once more knowing Vincent found you impossible to say no too. He nodded and climbed in next to you wrapping his arms around you, you nuzzled down into his chest. No sooner had you settled then you were being lulled to sleep by the solid rhythm of his heart beat.

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 19

I can't believe it, there is only one more chapter to go after this one and it'll be done. I'm really sad to see this one end. But as I've said in the past, I think it potential to be something more, so I'm having a good friend of mine read the story and let me know what she thinks.

We've got a lot of reveals to get through and a lot of twists to untwist. Buckle up, because the bumpy ride is ramping up.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

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“Hello, Murray,” Billy said stepping out of the shadows of the woods into the small clearing. “Are you going somewhere?”

Keith hurried out of the trees to stand close to the Dominus.

“Billy!” the bald little man cried out. “Hey...so you survived. Again.”

Billy tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m special like that. Someone’s been a bad dog. Am I going to have to get the newspaper?”

Keith giggled next to him.

Murray smiled tightly. “Uh-huh. Dog jokes. Very funny. Now if you’ll pardon me, I’ve got places to be and can’t stand to chat.”

Billy chuckled darkly and walked up to Murray. He picked the man up by shirt collar. “You think you frighten me? I have survived your little machinations twice.”

“You should be afraid of me,” Murray huffed without even batting an eyelid at Billy’s rough handling. “I’ve been pulling the strings in this town for almost two decades. You are who you are because of me.”

Billy threw back his head and laughed. “You think you gave me this unlimited power, this beautiful body, this charm? Because that’s what got me where I am today. Not you weakening this town until it was ripe for the taking. Because I could have taken out Dr. Brenner without all of that.”

Murray wriggled out of Billy’s grasp and straightened his shirt. “You’re just some washed up beach bum with delusions of grandeur.”

Billy transformed. His bat form large and imposing. His chest expanded and wings sprouted from his back. His feet and hands became clawed and terrifying. His eyes were black and his fangs extended below his lips, glinting in the low light.

Billy roared, but before he could leap at the cocky werewolf, the manticore leapt from behind Murray and straight for his throat.

Billy and the manticore fought, ripping and tearing at each other but before Keith could leap into action Murray stabbed him in the back with a yew stake.

“This was a little gift from my benefactor,” he whispered as blood pooled from Keith’s mouth. “I could only use it the once, but I think you’re perfect for its use. Don’t you?” Keith fell to ground, the yew stake evaporating like dust on the wind. “Of course you don’t.”

A small white cat appeared at Murray’s feet, entwining itself among his ankles.

Murray looked down at it. “Why are you here, Sorcha?”

The cat sìth leapt to his shoulder to watch the battle.

“Fine,” he huffed, “don’t tell me.”

Far too soon in Murray’s opinion the manticore ripped off Billy’s head clean off. The body of the Dominus slid to the ground as the manticore tossed his head behind it.

“Wow,” Murray said impressed. “That was actually grotesque.”

Sorcha jumped down and walked up to the head. She opened her mouth and inhaled. A silvery mist came out of the mouth of the corpse’s head into hers.

“It is done.”

Murray blinked at her and looked around in confusion. “What the fuck? What’s done, Sorcha?”

She ignored him and walked up to the manticore. “You have held up your end of the bargain and we will hold up ours. May the road rise up to meet you.”

“And to you as well,” the manticore growled.

“You both can talk?” Murray asked, rearing his head back in shock.

“Will you explain it to him?” Sorcha purred. “I must return home. I grow weak in this magic wasteland.”

“Of course,” the manticore grinned. “Well almost all of it.”

Sorcha chuckled. “But of course.” And then like she was mist herself, she dissolved and was gone.

“What the fuck is going on?” Murray asked in fear. This had really slowed down his getaway. Alexei was waiting for him at that drug lord’s house.

“I will explain on the way,” the manticore growled. “The alpha has scented the battle.”

Murray’s eyes went wide and he grabbed his things, moving toward path that would take him to his mate.

Once they were far enough away from the clearing the manticore spoke.

“Billy isn’t a true vampire no more than you are,” the beast growled.

“Just how does that even work?”

“There are only two ways to become a vampire,” the manticore explained. “Either have the good fortune to be born as one or be bitten. To die a painful death to never breathe again. To have unlimited power but to never reproduce or enjoy the fairer aspects of life.”

Murray’s expression twisted in disgust. “Yuck.”

The manticore chuckled. “Yes, Billy felt the same as you, but he wanted the power that came with vampirism. Weres don’t live long enough to tempt Billy Hargrove. Oh no.”

“Sounds like he was fucked,” Murray muttered, scenting the air. There was no smell or sound of anyone near them, but he couldn’t put away his unease that he was in danger.

But that didn’t make sense. The manticore was bound to him. The beast couldn’t even break a sweat without Murray telling him to. But the sense of danger only heightened with each step.

“He knew something most people in this modern age had long forgot,” the manticore said with a hint of laughter in his tone.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“That real magic exists,” the manticore hissed gleefully. “He made a deal with Queen Titania. Serve her for one hundred years and he would be granted his wish. But Billy had no desire to actually be her slave. He managed to convince her to make him vampire first and then he’d serve her. He didn’t want to come out of the Seelie court in the year 2085 and not know anything.”

Murray shrugged. “Makes sense to me. I wouldn’t want to waste my life away in some Fairyland either.”

“Yes,” the manticore agreed. “But as soon as he got his power, he ran off to America outside of her power.”

“So she sent the cat sìth to hunt him down,” Murray guessed.

The beast nodded. “But by the time Sorcha found him he was too powerful to dislodge without some help.”

“So she enlisted you,” Murray concluded. “So what do you get out of this deal?”

The manticore merely grinned. “We’re here.”

Alexei popped his head up to the window and when he saw who it was, came running out, into Murray’s arms.

“We’re almost safe, my love,” Murray whispered. “Do you have the hostage?”

Alexei nodded. “She was too easy to catch.”

Murray chuckled. He had to give Steve props for tightening security but it’s a little hard to guard something you didn’t know could be taken.

“Go get her and bring her here,” he muttered. “I think we’re about to have company.”

Alexei nodded and trotted back to the boathouse. Murray pulled out a gun from his bag.

“Savage,” the manticore groused.

Murray chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect a beast like you to understand. You can’t change, you will always be what you are. A monster. But me? I use all the resources I have available to me. And that means guns and hostages.”

Murray grabbed the girl from Alexei’s grasp and pressed the barrel of the gun to her temple.

Then crashing out of the woods were Steve, Hopper, Jonathan, and Gareth. On Steve’s back was Tommy.

Tommy immediately leapt from Steve’s back as he suddenly transformed.

“Robin!” Steve called.

~

Once the fire had been put out and they took stock of who was wounded and who was just covered in someone else’s blood, Steve turned to find Tommy standing there, looking sheepishly at his feet.

“What are you doing here?” Steve growled. “I mean other than the obvious, spilling pack secrets.”

Tommy’s head shot up in shock. “You knew?”

“Since the town meeting.”

Tommy blinked at him a moment. “You never intended to mate with that vampire, did you?”

Steve scoffed. “It’s biologically impossible. You really should have paid more attention in school, Tommy.”

“Oh.”

He cleared his throat and then kicked at the dirt. “I actually was trying to warn Billy that they were going to attack, but I was too late.”

“Explain,” Steve growled. “And be quick.”

So Tommy explained everything. The deal he made with Billy, the information he had sold to him, and the puppet master and all his machinations.

Just then Hopper and Jonathan came tearing up to them, Gareth easily keeping pace behind them.

“Robin’s been kidnapped!” Hopper bit out, panting for breath.

Steve stood up straight. “Where would he go?”

“The clearing I spotted them in was near Lover’s Lake,” Tommy said. “Maybe they have a safe house near there.”

“Reefer Rick’s,” Hopper said gruffly. “He’s the closest thing Hawkins gets to a drug lord, but he’s got a house out there on the lake. He gets supplies air dropped on the lake and then goes out and scoops them up.”

Steve nodded. “Let’s go.” He turned to Tommy. “You’re coming with. You’re the only one who’s scented the mate. Hopper, lead the way.”

The old wolf nodded and waited for Steve to transform. Jeff helped the keeper onto Steve’s back.

“I’m going to find out what’s keeping Eddie and Wayne,” Jeff said. “They should have been here by now. We’ll all meet up at the lake.”

Steve nodded and waited until Jeff had taken flight before the three werewolves and the gwyllgi took off, heading for Lover’s Lake.

~

Robin was struggling to stay on her feet, her height far greater than that of her captor caused her to almost have to kneel to avoid being choked by him.

“If Hopper had just removed Alexei’s banishment none of this would have happened!” Murray screamed. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Those weren’t kids they were Hunters!”

“He tore them to pieces, Murray,” Hopper said, shifting into a human. He held out his hand, trying to calm him. “It doesn’t matter who they were, or what they were planning. He should have gone to his alpha told him about the Hunters. Let the alpha deal with them. But he didn’t.”

WHOOSH!

The three vampires landed deftly behind the ring of Shifters.

“It was sadistic,” Wayne said with a sneer. “They were played with. Alexei isn’t well.”

“He didn’t have a drop of blood on him!” Murray protested.

Hopper stepped forward and Murray tightened his grip on Robin. “If you take one more step, Hop, I’ll blow her god damn brains out. I swear I will. If you move, her blood will be on your hands.”

Something thrummed deep inside of Steve. That was a call back to what he had told Hopper when Eddie had to use force to get Steve to come out of the compound all the way back to when this all started.

“You sent the Hunters after me,” he said coldly.

Murray sneered. “You alphas are always the same all brute and no intelligence. Yes, I did it all you dumb mongrel!” He pulled on Robin’s hair causing her to scream in pain. “All of it! Sara’s death by having Alexei tamper with her chemo, getting Hopper on as many drugs as possible, the murder of your grandfather and parents, Hopper’s kidnapping! But still you stupid alphas refused to see the truth! Alexei had been framed!”

Then a sleek, dark brown wolf oozed out of the forest, all danger and cunning. Nancy was one of the most beautiful purebred werewolves Steve had ever laid eyes on. She was everything that humanity had ever written on the subject of werewolves. He still loved her, because how could anyone not, but god he was glad he had Eddie now.

“He hasn’t been framed, Mr. Bauman,” she said her transformation even more fluid and graceful than Hoppers. “Not in the way you think. You two don’t belong here.”

“Nancy?” Wayne asked stepping forward. “What’s going on?”

“I belong here, you witch!” Murray screamed and Hopped instinctively took a step forward.

They all watched in horror and slow motion as he pulled the trigger, the muzzle flash, and the bullet striking Robin’s temple.

Then falling harmlessly to the ground.

Robin blinked a moment. “You aren’t using silver bullets?” she asked sheepishly.

Everyone was staring at her in shock, all but Steve who was chuckling.

“I wouldn’t use something that would accidentally get me killed!” he protested. “I’m not stupid.”

Robin grinned and then leapt out of his hold, bright and golden. A bitten werewolf. She turned in the air like she was made to be a werewolf. She was stunning.

She bounded straight for Murray’s throat and the gun went flying. She tore off a necklace he had around his neck and it too went flying the other direction.

“No!” Murray screamed. “Not that! You don’t know what you’ve done!”

The scorpion on the necklace began to pulse. Then it shattered in a blinding flash of light.

Standing in its place was the manticore. In all its freaky glory. The face of a human, the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion.

The manticore stretched out its lithe body. “The cat sìth made good on their word. I will have to thank them.” He turned to the crowd. “After I eat all of you, of course. It’s been so long since I’ve had such a buffet of delights.”

But as it leapt into the air, another creature appeared in the air behind it. It too had a human face but the body of a bird.

It began to sing about being still and quiet and everyone froze. The manticore crashed to ground in a crumpled form.

The siren grabbed the manticore by the mane and lifted it up into the air. He tossed it into Lover’s Lake like a rag doll. The beast howled and snarled as it was ripped apart by...

Seals?

Blood soaked the top of the water turning it dark red. Then one of the seals stepped out of the water and pulled back the seal’s head like the hood of a cloak. It revealed a red-headed girl with bright green eyes and freckles. Next to her the siren transformed into a chubby young man with wild hair.

“Barb?!” Nancy called out in amazement just as Jeff called out, “Brian!”

~

DUN! DUN! DUHHHHH! Hehehe. Cliffhanger!

Part 20

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[sissylittlefeather]

Hi Sissy! If it’s not too late, could you do a Fic of Elvis based on the song “Help Me Make It Through the Night?” Like Elvis and you know you’re not good for each other, but you can’t stay away. Can develop into smut but if you’d prefer not, that’s okay too! If it’s too late, I completely understand! Thank you! 😊

@peaceloveelvis Hi! Definitely not too late! First of all, this is one of my most favorite songs. I actually have a series planned to go with this song later, so stay tuned. But also, I haven't written anything without smut in a LONG TIME. This one came out this way and I might revisit it to expand on the smut later if there's interest, but I kind of like it without it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ficlet!

Help Me Make It Through the Night

Warnings: none really, cussing, mentions of sex

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Elvis has been a part of your life since you met him during his Timex special with Frank Sinatra. The only thing you did more than make love relentlessly was fight endlessly. The nights were hot, but the mornings never failed to conclude with both of you yelling and at least one of you crying. There was no end to the way you loved each other or the way you managed to drive each other insane. There was always something to fight about and you left each other every time swearing you'd never be together again. But somehow, you'd end up in the same place and before you knew it you were naked in an elevator or in his backseat or in a bathroom or a hotel bed in some sketchy by-the-hour kind of place. Even after he got married, you didn't stop. Your pattern of fucking and fighting stayed the same.

In 1969, though, you had a particularly spirited tryst that ended with both of you saying things you regretted almost instantly. But you were both too stubborn to admit it, so instead you threw a shoe at him and screamed at him to get out and he called you a name and swore he'd never end up in your bed again. This time, the pain you caused cut so deep that you both insisted you'd never give in again. It was over, for real this time. The hurt was too much to make the good times worth it.

So, you did what any self-respecting woman would do. You married someone else.

When he heard about it, he broke an end table and all the things sitting on it in a fit of rage and jealousy and something else he was afraid to admit.

On your wedding night, you cried yourself to sleep with your new husband snoring quietly next to you in the bed.

Then, in 1971, you find yourself walking down the street and come upon a loud and frantic crowd. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you look to see what all the commotion is about. The crowd parts like ill-meaning clouds and he looks up at just the wrong moment.

His blue eyes pierce you straight through to your soul, even from across the street. Something inside you jumps and your hand goes to your throat. Memories of every time you've ever been together slam into you like a freight train and you're somewhere between ecstasy and wanting to die. By the look on his face, you can tell he's experiencing something similar. Everything inside you is screaming at you to go to him, but you feel the cold little ring on your finger and know that you can't. You turn and walk away as quickly as you can. He fights to get away from the crowd around him, but by the time he does, you're gone.

******

You're pacing the floor of your living room when the phone rings. Even several hours later, you haven't recovered from your encounter. You pick the phone up aggressively, annoyed to be distracted by the call.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Presley would like you to meet him tonight at the Presidential Motel at 11pm." Your blood runs cold.

"Why?" The line clicks with no answer. He's left the ball in your court and you hate it. You won't meet him. You just won't. He's impossible.

But at 10:45pm you're in your car. You've spent the last several hours trying to remind yourself of all the reasons you hate him. You finally decide you're going to see him just to tell him that you don't care what he says; you were serious last time. This is not a thing anymore and it never will be again.

At 11:06pm, you sit in the parking lot of the motel, a battle raging inside you.

"This is stupid." You mutter, finally getting out of the car. At the desk, you ask which room Mr. John Burrows is staying in. The clerk tells you and you stomp towards his room getting more and more angry as you walk. The nerve of him to think he can just summon you like this.

You pound on the door with every ounce of rage your body can contain flowing through you. The door opens slowly and your heart skips. Why does he have to look so good?

"You came."

"What the fuck could you possibly want to say to me?! The last time you saw me you called me a whore and said you'd rather swallow a knife than see me again. So, whatever you have to-"

"I miss you."

"You... what?" He speaks again slowly and deliberately.

"I miss you." It feels like your stomach has fallen to your kneecaps. "I'm lonely, honey."

"Call your wife."

"Will ya just... no. I want you."

"Have you forgotten-"

"No, I haven't. And I'm sorry." He's never apologized to you before. You stand in stunned silence just outside the door.

"You're-"

"Sorry. Yes. Now, will you come in please?" You stand there completely lost. Finally, he grabs your arm and drags you into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"What the hell, Elvis?!" He pulls you close to him and presses his lips to yours. For a second, you melt into him. Then, you remember why you were mad and pull away angrily.

"No, I'm not-" He pulls you in again, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you more deeply this time. You fight to get away, but he holds you tightly. Eventually you're able to escape his grasp and you push him backwards. He goes to grab you again and you slap him across the face. Your hands go to your mouth in shock and he looks at you stunned.

"Oh god, I'm-"

"I guess I deserved that." He walks to the bed and sits down. "You actually hate me, don't you?"

You stand there for a few seconds before sitting down beside him on the bed.

"No. I don't. But we said this was done."

"I know. I'm just... I'm alone, honey. And I miss you so much it hurts worse than being with you." You look at him, but he won't meet your eyes. It comes to you that he must be pretty desperate to put himself in this position.

"You're alone?"

"You know how it gets for me. There's people everywhere, but I just... I miss you."

"Why me?" He rolls his eyes and looks at you finally.

"You gonna make me say it?"

"Yes. If you want me to stay here, then-"

"I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. You're the only one I want when I feel like this and it's been so long-" You reach out and put your hand on his knee and he looks down at it, setting his on top of yours, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You're used to these vulnerable moments from him. They're what has brought you together over and over throughout the years. So when he breaks down and sobs, you pull him into your arms and hold him without thinking. Somehow you end up lying in the bed with him cuddled tightly against you, head on your chest. You stroke his hair and hum quietly. This is a familiar position for the two of you and you've missed it more than you care to admit.

Eventually, his breathing evens out and you realize he's fallen asleep. You kick your shoes off and snuggle in to spend the night. As angry as you were, you can't deny him what he needs because the truth is you love him too and you always have. You kiss his forehead and hold him tightly. You've missed this too.

******

In the morning, you make love and it's sweet and sensual and exactly what you've both been needing. And this time you don't fight. Somewhere in the year you were apart, you grew. The love that you have is more important than anything that might separate you.

And as you lay naked together, the world opens up for you. He talks about leaving his wife and you decide your husband will be better off without you.

Will it happen? Will you finally find a way to be together in a way that works for you both? You don't know.

But you made it through this night together. Something tells you that you can make it through anything now.

******

The end?

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[linos-luna]

Valentine’s Day with Yandere!Stray Kids ❣️🔪

Warnings: , unhealthy relationships, Yandere, jealousy, smut, 18+ , possessive behavior, obsession , dub-con ?

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Chan

Channie is flirty and romantic all the time but Valentine’s Day was special. He wanted to show how devoted he was to you… whether you liked it or not.

• buys you lots of plushies and sweets

• it seems like a cute sentiment but it’s because he treats you like a child

• you’re his baby girl, he has to spoil and smother you with love.

• you have to call him daddy

• don’t resist or you’ll regret it.

• he’ll yell at you or lock you in the closet. Then act like nothing happened right after

• you’re not leaving the house today. Someone might steal you away!

• wants to make love but if you resist be will be rough. Although he’s always rough

- - -

“Let me out!”

You cried while knocking on the door. You had been shaking and crying since he threw you in there almost an hour ago while chan was in the kitchen, practically ignoring you. It was cold in that closet too. There was some peaceful music playing and he was calmly cutting up fruit. It wasn’t long before he came back to the closet and opened the door.

“Hey babygirl, what are you doing?” Chan asked, crouching down to your level. “You should be getting ready for our date silly!”

You only hugged him and he picked you up like a baby, taking you to the bedroom.

After getting dressed and cleaning up, Chan led you to the living room where he had cut up fruit, chocolate, and wine waiting. There were roses on the table and new plushies on the couch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babygirl.” Chan said, giving a tight hug from behind.

You were still shaken up from earlier but he didn’t even acknowledge putting you in the closet. You just played along.

Minho

Minho is strict and rough with you. Valentine’s Day is no different. He expected you to listen to him and give him what he wants. And you normally did since he was good at manipulating you…

• always so strict

• but secretly is desperate for your love

• makes you dinner and even takes you out for a movie

• but be sure to not look at any boys

• or he will be pissed.

• wants a romantic night

• so you better let him have it… or else…

- - -

Minho was dragging you inside by your arm and threw you on the shared bed.

“Why?!” He shouted. “Why did you do that?!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You ruin everything!!” He slapped you and continued yelling.

“Y-yes yes, I’m sorry!” You replied, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek.

Minho stopped for a moment and shuffled through your drawers, finally pulling out some lingerie and cat ears. “Put this on…”

You were confused by his sudden mood switch and started undressing. Once putting on the outfit, Minho pushed you into the bed and started kissing your neck.

“Why don’t you want me?” Minho groaned as he rubbed you over your panties.

“I-I-… I want you…” you said, moaning as he reached under your panties.

“You looked at another boy.” He said, suddenly pinching you down there causing you to cry out loud. “What a bad kitten you are…”

“No no no!” You cried. “I-I love you!”

“Yeah? You do?”

“Yes! Yes!” You continued crying.

Minho smiled and removed your panties.

To prove his love for you he ate you out and fucked you hard. He wants to make sure you’re just as devoted as him, he made you suck him off and ride him. This continued for hours and you ended the night weak and exhausted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten”

Changbin

Changbin scares you. He was often violent and his muscular built didn’t make it any better. But he wants you to love him

- - -

• tries extra hard to make you love him

• buys you everything to impress you

• forces his affection

• you’re hesitant at first

• he’s so unpredictable

You were locked in the shared bedroom. Changbin had gone out for something and you waited there on the bed; he was nice enough to let you have your phone today.

“Hey baby. I’m back.” Changbin said as he came in. You only looked at him with a small smile. 

“I got you gifts.” He was a bit awkward when pulling out the teddy bear and chocolates from the bag. Seemed corny but he figured that’s what girls liked.

Changbin held the bear towards you and you instantly flinched.

“No its okay. it’s for you, baby.”

“Thank you, Binnie…” You reluctantly took the bear.

For the rest of the day you guys ordered dinner and watched movies while Changbin kissed and cuddled you. You weren’t very receptive to it at first but eventually gave in when he started getting frustrated.

Hyunjin

• he’s a Pisces. Romance is important!

• he gets lunch and buys you gifts

• but not for free, he wants something from you

• he wants to make love with you

• he gave you things, thus it only made sense that you give him something in return!

• gets angry when you don’t

• gets aggressive

- - -

You were being pinned against the wall as Hyunjin kept trying to kiss you. You were shaking your head and trying to get him off

“Baby hold still!” Hyunjin said getting frustrated.

“No! I don’t want it!” You cried out desperately. “Just let me leave!”

“I’m trying to love you!” He was getting frustrated and threw you on the couch, now getting on top of you and pinning your hands down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

Hyunjin removed your pants along with his own before now wrapping his hand around your throat. “I’m going to love you whether you like it or not!” He was squeezing and you were quickly beginning to lose consciousness. Hyunjin was just glad you couldn’t resist.

Jisung

Jisung is delusional. He believes you’re madly in love with him.

• acts like everything is normal even tho it’s not

• crying? Well it’s because you love him so much!

• resisting hugs? Just means you want it tighter!

• takes a lot to tik him off, especially on this special day

• Valentine’s Day must be perfect!

- - -

You woke up suddenly, wrists and ankles tied to a chair at the dining table. You looked around to find a meal that smelled good but why were you tied up? Had he drugged you?

“Hi noona! Finally you woke up!” Han said cheerfully as he came in from the kitchen with some soup and sat next to you.

“Han…? What happened?”

“What do you mean? You just took a little nap!” Han was blowing on a spoonful of soup. “And now you’re here for dinner!”

“Did… did you drug me?!”

“Noona, you’re so funny!” Han chuckled and tried feeding you.

“N-no!” You shook your head to avoid the spoon and some spilled on your lap.

“Oh you might not like this one.” He pouted. Let me get the chicken then.”

Han leaned over to kiss you but you turned away. This didn’t deter him and instead he grabbed your chin and forcefully kissed you.

“Love you noona” he said now going to the kitchen. You only glared at him and he laughed. “I’m glad you love me too!”

Han force fed you to his liking then moved your chair so he could kneel in front of you.

“We should say everything we love about each other.” He was rubbing your thighs while looking up at you. “I’ll go first! I love your beautiful eyes!”

“Han, I-I don’t love you-…”

He pinched your thigh, causing you to wince. “Oh noona, I love you too!”

It went on like this for a while…

Felix

Felix had been stalking you for a while. You were friends but nothing more and you never knew how obsessed he was with you. He decided Valentine’s Day is the day he’ll make his move

• he’s been stalking you and you never knew

• he’d take things like your panties or clothes but you would disregard it

• he’d spy on you every day and knew everything about you and your routine

• but now it’s Valentine’s Day! He wants to leave you gifts.

• leaves gifts from a “secret admirer”

• at first you thought it was cute but it started getting weird…

- - -

You got home from work to find a bouquet of roses at your front door along with a card. You thought it was interesting and brought it inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love

- love, your secret admirer

You chuckled and set it on the dining table. Then something caught your attention in the living room.

After taking your shoes off you went to see the gift basket left on the couch. Who left this here? Your attention was caught by a glimmer in the basket. It was your necklace. One that’s been missing for a while. On top of the fact that a basket was inside your apartment, the necklace truly freaked you out and you started heading to your room.

Just as you got to the door, it swung open and there he was. Your friend Felix? You gasped and stumbled back.

“Felix?? What are you doing here?!”

“Did you like your gifts?” He asked, now coming closer. “I made brownies too!”

“How did you get in?!” What are you doing??” You were frantically asking while backing up before felix grabbed your hands.

“I want you to be my valentine! To be with me forever because I love you!”

Before you could do anything else he pinned you to the wall and kissed you. Then suddenly grabbed your wrist and zip tied them together.

Afterwards he took you to your room and laid you on the bed. You were too scared to move as he lifted your shirt to touch your breasts. For the rest of the night he continued touching you while telling you everything he learned about you and how much he loved you.

Seungmin

Seungmin is strict and nearly stoic. You’re expected to go along with anything he plans without explanation. He will make this day romantic

• buys you a new dress and expects you to wear it

• he made a special dinner reservation and you must behave

• don’t look at anyone, keep your head down

• he’s not afraid to punish you in public

• be grateful for all his gifts

• give him compliments

• constantly assure that you love him

•no complaining or talking back

• tonight must be perfect!

- - -

At the restaurant, you looked through the menu while Seungmin sat there watching you.

“Baby, you look beautiful today…”

“Thank you…” you said quietly while continuing to look down.

Suddenly he kicks you in the shin under the table and and you wince at the pain.

“T-thank you.” You say a bit louder. “You look very handsome today.”

“Thank you, daring.” Seungmin smiles.

Soon the waiter comes and your boyfriend orders for you.

“That’s what you wanted right baby?” He asks squeezing your hand.

“Yes seungmin.” You nodded. “You always know exactly what I want. No one knows me better than you.”

Dinner would continue without issue and you would head home. Seungmin expected you to have romantic sex and cuddle with him, that’s what you do on Valentine’s Day right? And if you don’t comply he will be pissed.

Jeongin

Jeongin looked so sweet. How could such a sweet loving boyfriend actually be so violent and scary? He wanted you to love him but at the same time didn’t care for your feelings. He gets what he wants

• easily frustrated

• why don’t you just love him??

• low-key a psychopath

• he wants today to be romantic

• you better give him what he wants

• he’s not afraid to give out harsh punishment

- - -

“Are you gonna listen now?” Jeongin said as he rubbed your bare ass.

“Y-yes!” You were bent over his lap and sobbing; he had been spanking you for a minute straight for refusing his advances.

“Noona, I hate when you’re a brat!” He spanked you again causing you to cry out.

“I’m sorry Jeongin! I’m sorry!!”

Once he was satisfied, he laid you back on the bed and removed your shirt and bra.

“Let’s try this again…” he said while removing his shirt. “Noona…Can you let me love you?”

“Y-yes Jeongin.”

He started kissing your neck and moved down to your breast, practically sucking harsh marks on them. That’s all he wanted.

“Why do you resist me, noona? I know you love it.”

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Sorry it’s kinda long and late 😅

Not really proofread…

[blue-sadie]

Save Him

Moon System x Ex Reader

Summary: he thought he could save you but leaving you was the worst thing he ever did

Warning: pet death, dog name = buddy

Yn/3rd person pov

I groaned out in pain as I dragged my battered body across my floor crawling over to my fur baby "buddy" I chocked as I finally reached him I felt my eyes glaze over with tears as I looked over his wounded body "buddy".

My hands trembled as they went to touch him "no no no" I cried and slowly cradled him into my body "please stay with me please" I kissed his snot "p-please don't leave me".

The tears fell from my cheeks onto his fur dampening it I screamed out hoping someone would come help me "someone please" the tears flowed down my cheeks like a river and my lips quivered.

I let my eyes wonder over the recked apartment searching for anything that could help me my eyes locked on my phone I threw at the intruders "come on" I cried and slowly clawed my way to it still holding buddy tightly in my arms.

"Fuck" I coughed seeing a small splatter of blood land on the floor infront of me as I reached out for my phone screaming out as it damaged my wounds more.

I opened the phone as fast as my bloodied finger tips let me going straight to contacts my heart froze I didn't have anyone to call and for the life of me I couldn't remember the emergency number 'why can't they all be 911'.

I scrolled through my contacts knowing if I couldn't get a hold of anyone soon it would be the end for me, my hand stopped as I came to his number he was the only one in this area that could help me.

We didn't end on good terms so would he help me anyways I sighed in pain and pressed call it rang for a few minutes before being sent into voice mail "fuck" I cried and hit call again "please please pick up" I pleaded.

It went to voice mail again "m-marc, please I-I don't have anyone else to call, they broke in and I'm wounded buddy is hurt please.... I need you" my voice wavered as I spoke the last words.

My thumb hesitantly pressed the hung up bottom and it was like the whole world fell into a maddening silence except for the sound of my short breathes.

I placed the phone down beside me and sat myself up against the flipped over couch keeping buddy close to my chest hugging him tightly because I was afraid he'll disappear.

The minutes that passed felt like ours it was funny how when your in pain time almost slowed down into a complete stop, with each passing minute breathing started becoming harder and my vision started to darken.

I looked towards the door praying for something to happen and that's when I heard it the thundering foots coming down the corridor and the familiar voice I once loved "yn" he sounded breathless as he banged on the door.

I watched as the door flung open to reveal a very freaked out marc who rushed towards me "s-save him" I choked trying to pass buddy to marc but I didn't have the strength "shh I got to help you" marc whispered and gently took him from my arms and layed him beside.

I tried pushing his hands away from me "save him, save him please" I sob and tried to get out of his arms as he picked me up to get back to buddy's side "he'll want me to take care of you yn" marc tried calming me down but I just pushed my head into his neck trying to convince him to go back but all my words were landing on deaf ears.

He gently layed me in the back of the car and rushed to the driver's seat and as soon as the door closed I could see him change "t-take me back jake" I whimpered my throat tightening as I started to cough "I'm sorry mi amor" was all he said before driving towards the hospital but all I remember was rounding the first corner before sleep took me.

Jakes pov

I paced back and forth in the waiting room as steven frantically tried to calm himself down while marc didn't speak at all "this is all our fault" I stared at Steven in the mirror that was to the side of me "we did this to her they did this to her because of us".

We just listened to him because we knew he was right "Mr Lockley" I snapped turning towards the lady calling out to me "any news" I asked and walked to her swiftly she shook her head "she is still in surgery but I think it's best you head home we have your number for any updates on your friend".

My heart stung as she called yn our friend, I looked towards the mirror again and saw marc watching me with puffy eyes "ok gracius" I murmured and slowly walked out the door to my car "why are we abandoning her" steven shouted but I just ignored him and got in.

The drive was almost silent, Steven's shouts had turned into mutters and whispers, I was on autopilot I've driven there so many times I could do it blind folded "what are we doing here jake" marc spoke up for the first time "the least we can do is clean up the mess we caused" i muttered I closed my eyes and let steven take control.

Steven pov

I climbed up the stairs and with step getting closer my heart felt more shattered, I paused outside the broken door taking a long breath before pushing it open, I looked over all her ruined belongings "what have we done" I whispered and with shakey legs went inside.

My eyes locked on buddy's unmoving body I slowly went to sit close to him but not touch him, a single tear ran down my face as I stared at his blood covered fur I covered my face as the tears got worse "we could have saved them" my breathes quickened as I cried.

"If we just came earlier" I sunk further into myself with each word I spoke flashes of all the good memories we had filled my mind "she didn't deserve this" I whispered into my hands, "steven" I ignored marc and didn't even bother to look up "Steven" this time it was jake.

"What" I whispered my breath catching as I looked up "buddy" I asked causing the small dog to bark I looked around the apartment to see if this was a joke but no one else was there "buddy" I cried out in joy and brought the dog into my arms he squirmed in my arms and licked my face barking in excitement.

"H-how" I frowned my brows in confusion I looked behind me once more to see khonsu there "she is what we protect" he spoke calmly "she is the light no one shell extinguish" "thank you khonsu" I murmured and gently put buddy down.

My sadness felt lifted "let's fix this place up shell we" I smiled petting buddy one last time before standing up I sighed out and looked around the room "let's get to work" I murmured, I just did the basics like picking up all the broken pieces of her gadgets and shards of glass and putting back all her furniture back and when I was done with that I just felt like to do extra.

I washed all of her dirty clothes that were all over her bathroom floor, changed her bed sheets, I did the dishes sorted out her fridge and pantry even decided to vacuum and mop all her floors in till the place was spotless "good days work" I smiled admiring all of my hard work but suddenly a yawn escaped my lips "a quick nap won't hurt" I murmured and slowly collapsed onto her comfy couch.

Marc's pov

I stared at the familiar ceiling for I don't know how long its been about 5 days since the break in, I was stuck in my head for most of it, my hands softly petted buddy as he layed on my stomach I thought of many different ways we could have prevented this from happening or how I could stop this from happening in the future "we should go see her" steven murmured but I just sighed and moved buddy carefully off of me "she doesn't want to see us steven" I said and rubbed my face.

I looked towards the door as I heard nearing footsteps to the door the person knocked lightly and spoke "ms yn, it's the adoption agency" I tilted my head I confusion as I got up and opened the door "oh your not ms yn" the woman murmured looking down at her clip board in confusion "I'm her... friend im house sitting for a while may I help you with something" I sighed crossing my arms she nodded eagerly and brought out a cage that was behind her.

"Um this is her cat she has the food and everything the last time I check" the lady rambled and pushed the cage into my hands I nodded lifted the cage up to look in, my eyes softened as I saw the kitten we talked about adopting a few months perier "does he have a name yet" i asked "yes let's see here" she dragged her finger down the page "uh khonsau chandu I can't say that" the lady huffed and showed me the paper I laughed "khonsu" I whispered.

The lady nodded "here please sign here and here" I gently placed the cage inside and signed the paper "ok have a good day" the lady walked off hurriedly I closed the door quietly and slowly opened the cage so I didn't frighten it "come on little guy" I smiled to see the little kitten shyly walk out it looked around its surroundings his gaze landing on buddy who just sat patiently staring at him with curiosity I smiled fondly at the two.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket and I took it out and answered it "hello" I murmured "hi Mr lockley, this is the hospital phoning to let you know ms yn is being released now and is being taken home I'm sure it would be easier if your there as well" I confirmed with the caller that I was already here "that is all thank you" the caller said before hanging up I popped my phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath "everything is going to be ok".

Yn pov

I stared out the window, he didn't come visit once maybe he hates me more now and just saved me out of guilt "we're almost there" the driver smiled back at me through the review mirror I gave him a forced smile back, I didn't want to go back and deal with the whole mess and... buddy I bit my lip I have to stay strong, my body trembled as the car came to a stop I felt weak and just wanted to srivel up and disappear "here we go ms" the driver opened up the door for me and helped me out.

"Do you need me to walk you u-" "I got it from here thanks" my eyes snapped to Marc's as he stepped out from my building the driver looked at me for confirmation I nodded slowly "ok have a nice day ms" the driver said before getting back in his car and driving off, I just stared at Marc not knowing what to saw "hi" he said nervously, I let out a shakey breathe "I'm sorry for getting you involved" I murmured making him frown his eyes in confusion "you don't have to apologize for that yn it wasn't your fault" he reassured walking up to me.

He wrapped his arm around me carefully "now come on we have a surprise for you" he smiled and helped me into the building "I swear Marc if you stuffed my dog I will chop of your balls" I murmured half jokingly, for some reason it almost feels like we're back to normal he chuckled and shook his head and urged me first into my apartment I hesitated for a minute "it's ok" he whispered rubbing his hand comfortly up and down my back I let out a sigh and opened up the door my eyes instantly widening.

"H-how" it was like time has been rewinded "buddy" I squealed out and caught the dog as he leaped into my arms I stumbled a bit but marc caught me "and look over there" he murmured his hands still around me as he pointed I looked over to see the cat I adopted slowly walking towards us I placed buddy and watched in aw as the two played, i glanced at marc to see him already staring at me, I felt my heart full once again "thank you guys" I smiled and leaned up onto my tip toes and layed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushed and dark red his hands tighten around me keeping me close to him "I'm sorry yn" he whispered making me shake my head "you were only trying to protect me" I murmured "but that almost got you killed" I could see the tears welling up in his eyes I gently raised my hands to his face and caressed his cheeks "you did even though you ignored me the first time" I squinted my eyes playfully at him making him chuckle "you protect everyone every single day so you can protect me" I murmured and pecked his lips.

"I will always protect you, I thought I was by leaving you but it just shows me how much I need you and I'll never miss up like this again I promise you"

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