#THE WAY THE LIGHTING IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IN ALMOST EVERY SHOT IN THIS SHOW IS DRIVING ME NUTS

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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Hyunjin x FEM Reader!

cw : photographer Hyunjin, needs a muse, reader and him will meet in his exhibition, blood, murder, nudes, sculpture classes, dead body tw, if you are sensible pls don't interact, MDNI. SENSITIVE CONTENT!

sw : blood kink, hair pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, anal, oral (both receiving), riding, humping, teasing, touching, masturbation, blowjob, marks, biting, choke kink, they'll have sex covered in blood.

wc : 9.025

synopsis : Hyunjin's a photographer and meets reader at his own exhibition. He falls in love with her beauty and the way she talks about art, so he proposes to her to attend his sculpture classes and then, after some of them, to be his model for a nude photography project, which will lead them to have sex. One day, she arrives before the appointment and begins to explore his study, finding a cupboard where he keeps all the heads of the girls he has seduced before her. But she's not afraid, she's excited. After a few minutes he shows up, catching her in the moment and she tells him her little dark secret, so they set up a murder and then fuck in the bloody mess.

a/n : hii... that's the first time for me writing here and writing in English so PLS im sorry if there are some errors!! I hope u enjoy this anyway 🎀🎀

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You have always been an art lover, which has led you to visit many exhibitions over the years. Photography and sculpture were your favourite subjects, and you have lost count of the number of exhibitions you have visited in your lifetime. However, it was a bit of a contradiction that art was not what you studied. You were a student of anatomy at university, which of course helped you to understand the human forms you so admired and loved to create. Although your studies were far from your true passion, you couldn't help but attend the private lessons that were often advertised in flyers around the city. That year alone, you attended no less than five classes, loving the way your hands shaped the clay beneath them. Its softness, the way it escaped your touch when wet: it was smooth, soft, elusive and malleable. Almost unpredictable, one might add. Once, because of a few air bubbles, you had to redo your work because it had burst in the kiln. Yes, one of the great faults of clay was its ability to burst if it was not perfectly formed. You were like clay, unpredictable. But you also loved the unpredictability of a photograph, the immediacy of a shot. The reality it represented. It was no coincidence that these were your favourite subjects.

You were walking around, sipping your caramel milkshake, after a long and tiring day at university. The music was on your mind, you imagined yourself in the scenarios that the soundtrack was transporting through your ears, but nothing could have distracted you from the sight of a giant billboard announcing a photography exhibition that weekend: The Art of the Body. This particular billboard had caught your attention not only because of the type of photography on display - nude exhibitions were rare in your town these days, too much of a scandal for the citizens. You were different, you appreciated every single muscle, every single feature of the human body. - But also for the way in which that body, unclothed, had been immortalised. Enclosed in a net that did not completely cover it, the woman's features were fully visible; she looked almost like a sculpture because of the contrast between light and dark.

You were enraptured by the image, your thoughts had clouded your mind, you had barely paid attention to the name of the photographer who was going to present this exhibition. But you didn't care, the subject matter was already of great interest to you. Nude photography by those who could not understand or feel it was considered almost scandalous. You found it a contradiction because very often the same people who criticised this kind of photography were the first to admire sculptures of the calibre and genre of Michelangelo's David, who, by the way, was naked.

For you, this kind of photograph was just like a sculpture. But warm, soft, even more real and expressive. You were sure that you would love that kind.

When you got back to your flat, the first thing you did was take a shower. It was the most plausible option after a long and tiring day, not least because you would have to clean up the mess left in your kitchen. In fact, by the time you found yourself having to clean it up, you were starting to get bored, so television would have been a good idea for entertainment at a time when all you wanted to do was sleep. You watched the news, and once again the topic of the day was the countless missing girls in your area. You wondered what was going on and why so many girls had mysteriously disappeared in a matter of days. There were no traces of mysterious serial killers, or even traces and statements from the victims themselves, if there were any. They had not been seen with anyone, nor had anyone talked about them. They had nothing in common. Or at least the police had not been good enough to find out. Well, in fact, the police had failed miserably from the start with the story of these girls' disappearance.

After all, there were no traces of the girls, and you had to clean up quickly because of the stench that was starting to fill the room.

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Finally, the long-awaited day of the exhibition had arrived, and you were excited just to think that you would be able to see such works live, even more so if they were all close to the one on the poster that had caught your eye. You were well dressed for the occasion, you wanted to make yourself presentable. You were also excited to meet the artist. You hadn't read the name, you weren't even interested in meeting him, but as the days went by, your curiosity grew and you did some research to find out who the man was: he was a young man - well, very young - his name was Hwang Hyunjin, a photographer and professor of sculpture. You were very interested in that because those were your two favourite subjects. So you had to admit that you had made yourself beautiful in order to look like that in the eyes of such a man. Also because you had seen pictures of him on some magazine covers and on the Internet, and you had noticed that he was indeed a handsome man. Maybe even more than handsome. He himself seemed to be part of a collection of sculptures.

His features were delicate but masculine, his body seemed well proportioned and he was tall and lean. He had dark, feline eyes and lips that were sure to drive all the women who had ever met him crazy.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and, after spraying on your ever-present perfume, you left the house, heading for the exhibition. It was Saturday night, the streets of your city were crowded, kids ready to go to some club, men with wives were ready to go to dinner. Saturday night chaos was, as always, inevitable.

You found yourself having to turn down your best friend's invitation to some club just to go to this exhibition. But she understood, she knew how much you loved art and you hadn't missed a single one of these exhibitions that came to your town every year. It was true, you had never missed one. Once you even got a cold and covered yourself well with a huge scarf and a heavy coat. Unlike the way you were dressed today. A tight black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, a long black coat, your beloved lace-up boots and a chignon that gathered your hair delicately. You were truly charming.

When you arrived at the exhibition, you immediately took a glass of red wine that was offered to every visitor. You were enchanted by the splendour that surrounded you. Photographs of all kinds: coloured, black and white, bodies covered in nets, naked bodies, bodies covered in liquids - water, blood - lying in the soil , all one with nature. But the photograph that struck you the most was of a body whose head could not be seen and it was crushed below the knees, while a long stream of blood was falling on it. It was strange, the photo was in white and black, well contrasted, sharp, but the blood had not lost its colour: warm red, carmine. You could feel its density, its fluidity, through the photograph. It had given you goosebumps.

A warm, but not too deep voice distracted you from your thoughts.

«This painting is called Passion's Flood.»

You turned to see the boy you had been searching for, for the past two days, and your mouth almost fell open.

His beauty was even more ethereal in person. The complexion of his skin was almost golden, and those eyes seemed to bore into you. The articles were not wrong, this was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was elegant, refined, attractive. You didn't even know what adjective to use to describe him, to do justice to such beauty. You were so dazzled that you almost forgot everything you wanted to say to this man.

«Why this name? More to the point, why the adjective 'passion'?» you said as soon as you awoke from your almost trance-like state. The words slipped from your tongue, as did your curiosity as to the real reason for this choice.

It was strange to hear that such an image had been given such a name. You were curious about the definition of 'passion' for this man. Why it was associated with the image of blood. That rich red liquid dripping onto a naked body, accentuating the shape of the woman portrayed. This made the man behind you smile. He approached you and studied you carefully. He examined you from top to bottom. From head to toe. It was inevitable that he would find you a beautiful, attractive, girl. He bit his lower lip and glanced at the work in front of you, then shifted his gaze back to the subject of his interest: you.

«Interesting question, I see you also pay a lot of attention to the names of the works.» your eyes were fixed on his lips, watching them move at the sound of his voice. How he licked them and made them shine. Perfectly swollen and red. Watching him had become more interesting than watching his work. «Inevitably, the intrinsic meaning of the work itself could be understood from the name, but it is interesting how you used the adjective 'passion' to describe a body covered in blood. The work itself is interesting, it is rare to see something like this in an exhibition. You have a fascinating mind, Mr. Hwang.»

This only inflated the ego of the man at your side, who wasted no time in positioning himself in front of his own work. He flashed a smug, satisfied smile, interested in how your mind was working at that moment. He could not stop the instinct, the primal instinct, that inevitably drew him to you. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time and crossed his arms over his chest, allowing the fabric of the jacket he was wearing to fit better over the obviously defined muscles. «Call me by my name. I don't think there's much of an age difference. In any case, the definition of 'Passion Flood' in this case refers to the fact that passion can flare up in any way, at any time. The association with blood is not only because it automatically brings to mind a warm colour, such as bright red, but also because passion flows in our veins, in our blood. The blood itself evokes the heat, the impact, the sensation that passion can give us. A unique adrenaline rush. For few.» you were enchanted by the way his mind worked, the man was a genius.

Not only was he good at shootings, but the way he spoke to you, the tone of his voice, was like a mermaid to a sailor. He would lure you out to sea and then grab you by the tail. His piercing gaze was as if he wanted to trap you and drag you down with him.

«Your definition of passion is interesting, Hyunjin. I can also say that this definition fits perfectly with the way you create your works. If I may say so, this photograph is extraordinary, perhaps one of the best in this exhibition so far. After all, passion is what you do. Photography is in your blood, it is your passion. Art itself, right? Looking at this photograph, I can see the body of the liquid, the vivid colour and the contrast with the chiaroscuro of the body. I can see the softness of the flesh, its silkiness.» When you stopped talking, the man in front of you licked his lips, pleasantly pleased with what your mind could conceive in terms of art.

«Your mind fascinates me, ...?» he paused, clearly inviting you to tell him your name. You felt the blood boiling in your veins, a heat permeating your body. As if him had set it on fire. «Y/N,» you whispered, once again entranced by his beauty. You were sure he had bewitched you somehow. His charm was beyond anything else. Hwang Hyunjin was not just an artist, he was art itself.

«Do you also work in the field of art?» he asked, moving dangerously close to your body. Your mind went blank, he was far too close. You could not say a word. He was like a magnet, the closer he came, the closer you wanted to be. It was crazy how a man could have such an effect on you, who had always declared yourself a woman who would not be intimidated or subjugated by men. But with Hwang Hyunjin it was different. You were under his spell and would let him do anything to you just to feel him near you.

«I take anatomy classes, but in my spare time I take classes in photography and sculpture. Let's say they are my biggest passions», you could see his eyes light up when you said this. That was his moment. Hyunjin could not fail to use this moment to invite you to one of his classes. Yes, among the thousands of things Hwang did, there were also private lessons in sculpture and photography. And you could not help but be delighted, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. The one and only, the magnetic Hwang Hyunjin had personally asked you to join his sculpture class.

As he walked towards you, your bodies colliding, you found yourself squeezing your legs together, you felt a jolt penetrate your intimacy. His lips came to your earlobe and caressed it, «I expect to see you there, Y/N».

Needless to say, when you left that night, all you could think about was Hyunjin's pointed hands running over your body.

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It had been a really tough week at university, you had to dissect several bodies and your placement was about to start. You were going to be a trainee in a forensic laboratory, so your lectures were now harder and the level of attention they demanded was higher. However, the thought of attending evening classes that Friday, taught by Hyunjin - the man who had been on your mind for the past week - helped you relax.

Your best friend was aware of the little fixation you had developed with the man and often used it to tease you. When you told her you were going to meet him in class that evening, she made so many dirty jokes that you wondered if it was still her. But other girls had disappeared in those days and she didn't want you to be one of them. So she was worried. As you prepared to go to class, she had given you more advice than your mother had given you in your entire life. In fact, you felt like a daughter, a little girl to her. It was obvious that you would be careful, you wanted to return home safely.

So you prepared and made yourself beautiful, just to impress the man of your thoughts, and then you left the house, leaving a trail of fruity perfume behind you. That evening, even though the occasion was nothing more than a sculpture class, you had dressed well. You had on a light sweater that left a strip of your belly uncovered, burgundy with vertical stripes of fabric. Loose, baggy jeans below your navel and flats that matched the colour of your shirt. But the breeze that had risen that evening had forced you to put on your beloved leather jacket.

Your hair was loose, falling over your shoulders as one hand held the strap of the bag tightly. You were eager to see how Hyunjin taught during his lessons, eager to see those hands you dreamed of every night on you, running over the fresh clay, shaping it, imagining it to be your body. You were curious to see what this evening would bring, whether it would be as interesting as you thought it would be, or whether it would be a total disappointment.

Arriving at the location indicated on the flyer Hyunjin had given you, your eyes met the moment you crossed the threshold of the hall. He stood out like a marble statue, his hair tied back in a ponytail, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and baggy jeans covering a pair of brown and white Nikes on his feet. The piercing in his eyebrow made his gaze at you even more captivating. You entered, bowed and took your seat. They weren't all taken yet, surely he hadn't started because he was expecting a few more people to attend the class.

Behind him were blocks of clay and a table with all sorts of tools and materials for modelling. You assumed that he would be distributing these materials to the students himself, and were not at all surprised to find that most of them were women who were just as interested in the art as they were in the man who was going to teach it to them.

Your gazes were chained as if nothing could break it, it was only interrupted when Hyunjin realised that the hall was now full and it was time to start the lesson. He stood in the middle of the hall with a smile on his face, he was really handsome. He managed to be delicate and attractive at the same time. You were sure that this boy would not be easy to get out of your mind. It was clear that you wanted him more than you thought. «Welcome everyone, this is the first lesson of this course where we will cover the basics and modelling with clay. I have some tools here with me, after I give you a general introduction to the subject, I will hand them out to all of you, along with a lump of clay, so that we can begin the actual course.»

Needless to say, you lost focus after his introduction, too focused on watching his lips move and the vein in his neck throb. You watched his movements carefully, the way the fabric of his shirt occasionally allowed a glimpse of the hollow of his v-zone, the way the material of his jeans clung perfectly to his slender thighs. The man was a dream, and yet he looked like a demon disguised as an angel. His elegant, almost princely movements had managed to hypnotise you. You felt your body go numb and shot through with a long series of electric shocks, all of which landed in your stomach. The sexual tension you felt when standing next to Hyunjin was now sky-high.

It was Hyunjin himself who distracted you from your unchaste thoughts about him. He placed a series of objects on your bench and winked and smiled at you. That made you glow red, and not just on your cheeks. You felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body and you weren't sure what it would lead to. Certainly nothing good in the state you were in now. «Good to see you here, Y/N.» he whispered in your ear, making you blush again. You lost your words.

As Hyunjin took his place behind a table with all the materials needed to mould the clay, it was fascinating to watch how his wet hands began to caress the block, softening it. Kneading, massaging the malleable material. But the thing that took your breath away again was the way his eyes locked on you as he spoke. As he explained how to handle the clay, as he squeezed it, as he moulded it in his hands, his gaze was fixed on you. You squeezed your legs together, and you were sure he noticed because of the smirk in his eyes. This made you even more embarrassed.

You watched as his tapered fingers created shapes, sweeping over the material, smeared with clay, to shape it to his liking. You wished you were that lump of clay. You wished he would touch you the way he did with that slippery material.

As you began to shape the clay yourself, you hardly thought about Hyunjin's fingers caressing you as you wished. Your mind was lost in the farthest reaches of your thoughts as you concentrated on shaping the lump. You hadn't even noticed Hyunjin watching your hands move as you did with his. His gaze devoured your body and hinted at what was going on in his mind. He was curious how those skilful hands would move around his member. It made him quite aroused, but he could not afford to have an erection in the middle of class by having unchaste thoughts about you.

As the classroom began to empty, the teacher greeted everyone politely and took the opportunity to approach you, who had not noticed anything, still lost in your world and the little statue you were forging. He positioned himself behind you as soon as the last student had left the room, and began to stroke your arms and blow on your neck. It was what brought your head back down to earth. You bit your lower lip as his hands moulded the clay with yours and his warm body clung to yours.

You found yourself gasping as his lips touched your lobe again. This boy would be the end of you, you were sure of it.

«You know, I noticed how your legs tightened at the sound of my voice. I also noticed your eyes burning into my form as I gave this lecture. I'm very curious to know what fantasies are running through your head, little Y/N,» he giggled, then washed his hands in the next sink and invited you to join him. And once again you were hypnotised, enchanted by his voice and his touch. When he took you by the hips, placed you on the only clean counter and spread your legs, you couldn't help but gasp. Words were dead in your throat now, you looked at him with bated breath and all you wanted to do was sink his face between your thighs. «Look what we have here, - he said, stroking your intimacy from above the fabric of your jeans, which he could feel were already wet, - there's no need for you to hide now. I got you,» he whispered again against your neck.

«Hyunjin... Please,» you murmured, your thoughts now clouded by the pleasure of his touch. «What? Tell me what you want,» he taunted you again. Your hand moved to his wrist and pushed it towards the crotch of your jeans. That drove him crazier than you thought.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down to your knees, his gaze resting on the crotch of your now wet panties. You felt no shame, the only thing running through your body now was the adrenaline of being fucked by this man. Your rational part had been switched off by the only one part that had to take over. «Look at you, I haven't even touched you properly and you're already all wet, you little whore. For now you'll be satisfied with what I'm going to give you tonight, if you're good enough you'll get another prize after this one,» your head had fallen back and your back was now arched. It was only with his words that he had been able to bring you to this state. Giggling, he moved the fabric of your panties with two fingers, the same ones that slowly began to massage your walls, while his eyes carefully scanned every corner of your body. You were going crazy, you wanted more and your grip on his wrist let him know it. «Look at you, so needy for my touch. I have a crazy idea that you can't refuse. I need this favour. No one inspires me, attracts me like you do. Be my muse and let me photograph this beautiful, unclothed body,» he whispered into your ear, pushing his fingers further between your pussy lips.

He did not penetrate you, but you were sure that only with this type of touch you could come. You nodded, reeling from the spell he had cast on you, and he smiled, pleased at the state you were in. He moved closer to you, not a kiss, just a bite on your lower lip and one in the hollow of your neck. Which made you quite dizzy with the sensation of his fingers now moving in a circular motion over your intimacy.

«Very good, Princess. Now why don't you cum for me? Like a good girl,» he whispered and began to move his fingers at a speed you didn't think possible. But your mind was clouded and you needed to feel under your hands how much he needed your touch too, so with a grin you grabbed the crotch of his trousers and began to move your hand up and down, feeling how great his length was. But there was no pleasure in doing this from above his jeans, so you inserted your hand into the fabric and with quick movements began to masturbate his intimacy. His moans were satisfying and made your head spin, you were almost in the same state. He growled, moving quickly on your vagina as you did with his member, now a moaning mess, playing with the tip of his member, stimulating it.

It was obvious that after a few minutes you would cum in each other's hands with a loud orgasm, and you did. You screamed her name as her teeth sank into the hollow of your neck, biting it. «I have no class on Tuesday, come here, to this address, my long awaited project will finally come to life,» he whispered in your ear as he licked his fingers covered in your juices, just as you licked yours, soiled with his.

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To say that you had been thinking about what had happened with Hyunjin all weekend was an understatement. The boy hadn't left your mind for a second, nor had the feeling of his fingers over your intimacy. You were constantly thinking about what you had done and the desire to go deeper was alive and growing inside you. It was obvious that you wanted to be fucked by him, so much so that you almost forgot your own name. When Hyunjin was in front of you, all rational thought went out the window. When he had asked you to be his muse, a warmth had grown in your chest and spread between your legs. You couldn't wait to pose naked for him. To let his hands move your body as he wished. Even at that moment, his hands were touching you in your mind, as you rubbed against the pillow in your room, with another news report of a missing girl in the background. But your mind was too busy thinking about Hyunjin to listen to how this girl, unlike the others, you had actually seen in the course of sculpting that the man you dreamed of every night was taking.

When you reached your orgasm, certainly not like you did with Hyunjin's hand, you decided it was the best to take a shower. The next day was the big day you had been looking forward to. You were going crazy. Your best friend had called you to find out the details, but you still hadn't told her what had happened between you and Hyunjin, you would when you maybe had sex fully. Also because that was what you had hoped for most. To hear how he wanted to fuck you. You giggled to hear how she imagined possible scenarios for your encounter, if only she knew how far you had already gone.

When the time and day finally came for you to meet Hyunjin for 'his long awaited project', you couldn't help but feel the shivers running through your body. You wore your hair in a slightly dishevelled bun, a tight black skirt covering you to mid-thigh and a slightly unbuttoned blouse with a burgundy lace-embroidered bra wrapped around your torso. Black boots on your feet and the usual leather jacket over your shoulders.

You gasped as Hyunjin's slim and elegant figure appeared behind you. He was wearing a blue silk shirt that showed his chest, tight black jeans and pointed ankle boots of the same colour. Sunglasses and a necklace surrounded the beauty already present in the man, and the loose hair falling down his neck made him even more attractive in your eyes.

His gaze gave you goosebumps; he approached you with an almost devilish smile and greeted you with a kiss on the lips. At that moment, you felt the ground give away beneath your feet. You looked at him as, smirking at the way he was making you feel, he opened the studio door and let you in first like a gentleman. «I see you've made yourself pretty for me, little Y/N. I like the way you're dressed, that bra fits you like a glove, it's a shame we have to take it off,» he whispered as he slowly removed your leather jacket and put his glasses elsewhere. His voice guided you, sending shivers down your spine. You noticed that all the materials he needed were already arranged in every corner of the studio and understood that he didn't want to waste any time in arranging what he needed. Kissing your neck, he began to remove your shirt, gently running his fingers down your arms and then your torso, then removing your bra as well, cupping your tits with his hands and massaging them, causing you to give a moan of pleasure that made you throw your head over one of his shoulders. «They are perfect, they have a wonderful texture, a perfect shape to be cupped by my hands,» he blew on your shoulder, biting it almost violently. But this action only made you moan even more.

Slowly he began to move his hands down, caressing the rest of your body, making you gasp as he pulled off your skirt and then slowly your panties. You were completely naked to his eyes this time. He bit his lip as he caressed every part of your body, from your breasts to your bottom, cupping and massaging one of your buttocks. «Like a good little girl, take off your shoes and lie down on this wooden hoop,» he said, and you obeyed. Without a word. You felt his eyes burning on you, like fire. You lay down in front of him and let him touch you in any way that would satisfy his desires. When he grabbed the camera, you squeezed your legs together, already feeling the effect of his intense gaze on you.

It made him laugh, but not in amusement. Not at all. It was almost diabolical. You saw how he approached you by getting on top of you and opening your legs, he began to watch how your pussy shrank around nothing, completely wet. This made him move his nose closer to it and blow on it. It had driven you so crazy that you not only let out a long moan, but arched your back so that your vagina was closer to his nose. And he grinned as he slipped two fingers inside you without warning, taking a picture just as your back arched again, your head fell back and your lips parted in a moan. « Very good baby, you are the perfect muse for this project. No one could have done as well as you,» he whispered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and brought them to his lips, sucking away your juices.

You went crazy, your body was burning even though you were naked, craving his touch, his hands on you. Every time he approached to take your picture, you hoped he would touch you, something more than mere caresses. Even if they were not 'mere caresses'.

But when he put down his camera and caught up with you at a fast pace, you realised that maybe he didn't just want to take pictures. And in the end, that was what you were hoping for. He towered over you with his body, observing how perfect yours was. He caressed every part of you until he lowered himself to your lips and began a ravenous, passionate kiss. You moaned at the contact and his hands began to massage your breasts until, running out of air, he pulled away from your lips and then lowered himself to your breasts and sucked on them voraciously. Your head was elsewhere, you could do nothing but give way to his touch. Your hands were harpooned in his hair, pulling at it. Your legs tightened around his torso as his pelvis moved in search of yours. Hyunjin was mad. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins; he needed to release all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. «My bitch, that's what you are. Just fucking mine. And like a good girl you are going to feed me now,» he smiled almost maniacally as his face settled between your thighs. He had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, which were now too tight to contain his obvious erection. You clutched his hair as he began to bite your inner thigh, leaving bite marks and bruises everywhere. But you didn't care, you just wanted to feel him between your legs.

Hyunjin began to take long laps on your cunt, spreading it with his fingers so that he could better slide his tongue between your walls. You were a whimpering mess, all too pleasurable. He sucked and moved his tongue voraciously, as if he really wanted to eat you. He pulled at the lips covering your clit with his teeth and then sucked on them almost violently. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't want to come like that, you wanted him to fuck you. «Please Hyunjin...mh...stop...it's too much, I'm about to come...!» you gripped his hair in a vice grip. But that did not matter to him, if it meant making you cum several times in one evening, he would do it without fail.

His mouth was harpooned between your walls, his tongue moving as if he were kissing you and not what was between your legs. You were going out of your mind and the closer you came to orgasm the more he felt it and went fast. «Fuck Hyunjin!» you shouted before cumming all over his face. Which pleased him by the way. He licked his lips and without a second thought started to kiss you again, so much so that you could feel yourself on his tongue. But that was not enough, he wanted you. «I'm going to fuck you so hard you have no idea. Now behave as well as you have so far and suck me off,» he said as he removed the last of his clothes. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his erection, certainly getting him all the way in your mouth would have been quite a challenge. You watched him ravenously, having dreamed of this moment for far too long. You began to slowly run your hand down the length of him, massaging his balls as well, you were slow, running your fingers along the veins and playing with his head. He looked exhausted to see you like that. His moans became louder. You smiled and took him in your mouth, all the way to his uvula. This made him tighten his grip on your hair, which was clenched in his hands. He pulled hard on them as he fucked your mouth. Your hands were tight on his thighs as you slid it over your tongue. You spit on the tip, then took it back into your mouth and ran your tongue along every vein. Concentrating especially on the tip. «You are fucking phenomenal. My good whore, keep it up, faster,» he said in a broken voice as he used his pelvis to push against your mouth.

It did not take many more thrusts before it poured into your mouth in hot streams. You stared at him intently as you swallowed the liquid. With a grin, now his umpteenth, he ran his thumb between your lips, cleaning them of his own seed and attacking them with an almost violent kiss. It was so quick that you didn't even notice when he slipped two fingers inside you and began to move them quickly as his member became erect again. Seeing you under him like that drove him crazy and he couldn't wait to fuck you the way he wanted to. He wrapped one hand around your neck, making you moan. You didn't know that these things could ever turn you on, but with Hyunjin, with his hands on your body, it was impossible not to. Soon his fingers became four inside you, and the way he twisted them inside you made you think he already knew what your walls looked like.

It was unexpected for you when you were turned over and positioned on all fours with him standing behind you, erupting like one of your many beloved sculptures. He rubbed his erect member against your entrance, making you shiver as only he could. «God, I can't wait to fuck you, if only you could see the way your butthole is clenching around nothing as I rub against you,» he grinned. But you could feel it, you could feel it all right. «P...lease put it in, I need it Hyunjin mmm - make it quick please, fuck m...e» by now you were beside yourself. Your brain was disconnected.

You heard him laugh, pleased that you felt so weak under his touch. But you couldn't help it; it was as if he had cast a spell on you.

Without a word, he thrust into you in one swift motion. You let out a moan, just as he had. He pushed your back down so that your face touched the floor. You were a fire, you felt your body burning and you just wanted more, more and more. «Fuck,» he shouted. He had your hair in his grip as he squeezed your buttocks and began to thrust into you. You felt the floor turn and collapse beneath your body. You felt full and also heard the sounds Hyunjin made. He growled as he thrust into you with dry, precise strokes. «You're so fucking tight and hot. I could come right now,» he growled thunderously. You couldn't answer, too busy enjoying the feel of his dick inside you. But you needed to feel him deeper, you wanted to feel all of him.

You moved your pelvis closer to his, driving him crazy, he bit his lip while you were a moaning mess, doing nothing but mumbling unrelated words to each other. You were going crazy, you wanted to feel him burning inside you, between your walls. «Fuck, yes, shit!» you heard him say as he held your pelvis tightly against his. The strokes were faster, you felt his cock touching your sensitive spot, stimulating it. You were sure it would not be long before you came. He pulled your hair hard towards him and with the hand holding your pelvis he began to push your body against his own, as if you were standing up. He tightened his free hand around your neck and you moaned at the lack of air.

«Plea...se Hyunjin... harder... faster... fuck the...re...» you said incoherently as he bit your neck, leaving an obvious signal. «Shut up, I decide.»

He whispered in your ear, then increased his thrusts. He forced you back onto the cold wood and you felt his body crush yours as he squeezed your neck and thrust into you at a relentless pace. It was impossible at this point not to let out a loud, high-pitched moan along with your humours.

«Very good, Princess. Now make me come, like a good girl,» he said, overstimulating you, by this time you had reached your limit, your body was weak. But the sound of his thrusts drove you even crazier. After a few final thrusts, you toothed in the hot, sticky fluid that filled your hole. You moaned along with him, riding out his orgasm as his seed dripped from your thighs. He growled and let go of you, kissing your shoulder.

You never expected him to clean you up by putting his tongue between your buttocks and licking away his own cum. This made you moan at his touch, causing him to giggle, which made his tongue vibrate inside your hole.

As he stood up and began to clean it up, including you, he leaned towards your face and blew on your lips, leaving a slow, passionate kiss. «I want you here this Friday, Y/N.»

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

Days later, you were still thinking about the way Hyunjin had fucked you so well in the photo room. You couldn't get it out of your head. Even when you found yourself cleaning up the huge stinking mess you had made. That day you had made more of a mess than usual, you had to be more careful the next time.

When you had finished cleaning up the mess, you decided it would be better for you to eat: you had to cook lunch. The next day you were to meet the man who had been in your thoughts for two weeks. You couldn't think of anything else. Hyunjin really seemed to have cast a strange spell on you. But you didn't mind. Just like it hadn't bothered you to feel that his body was completely connected to yours.

After a quiet lunch you decided it would be best to organise your tools and materials, after this morning they were all in a mess and you hated mess. You had even left them out of storage the last time. So you stood patiently in front of your cupboard, arranging the duffel bag that you jealously guarded. Meanwhile, you wondered why the police still hadn't found anything about the girls. The number had increased enormously, and whoever was making them disappear had to be an expert to get away with it without leaving any evidence. You'd like to ask yourself who would ever be able to go unnoticed for almost twenty days while the police still hadn't found anything. After tidying up the mess you had made, you decided that it might be best to think about what to wear to meet Hyunjin tomorrow. You were extremely impatient.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

And there you were, in front of the usual studio. Where Hyunjin had arranged to meet you. You had dressed up, a black over the knee coat, your usual leather jacket, black boots and this time your long hair was over your shoulders. However, you noticed that the studio door was already open; maybe Hyunjin was already inside, just waiting for your arrival. You bit your lip, unsure what to do.

What would be wrong with going in?

So you did, but no one was there.

«Hyunjin?» you called, hoping that the man would appear before you. But curiosity got the better of you and you started walking around the studio, which was large but not too crowded. There were scattered tools, pieces of clay and photographic paper. But there was one thing that caught your eye. The door to a small room was half open, and from it came a strong smell that you knew too well. You were used to the smell. But you wondered why it was coming from the cupboard in Hyunjin's study and why you had never smelled it before, since you had been there twice before. So you went to the door, opened it and put your hand to your mouth.

You had just found the culprit behind the disappearance of so many girls in your town.

There were so many heads arranged in rows on tables, the blood had been cleaned off, but the skin looked intact, as if it had not decomposed. They looked like so many porcelain dolls. You started to get closer when you felt a presence behind you and your breath caught in your throat. «Someone found something they weren't supposed to see, don't you think, Princess?» you turned around so slowly that when you saw him covered in blood, an electric shock almost ran through your entire body.

But you were not afraid; your curiosity had overcome your fear.

«How did you make them so porcelain-like and not get caught?» you whispered as his body clung to yours, crushed against the wall. He chuckled, trying to see an edge of fear in your face. He was surprised to find none. That made you even more special and unique in his eyes. No one had ever been like you before. «Aren't you afraid? Ask me how I made them like this instead of running away and reporting me to the police,» he laughed. But you smiled, grabbed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. Lips on lips. «I'm not afraid. In fact, I'm curious. You made them look like so many disembodied dolls. Where did you throw their bodies without getting caught? It takes talent,» the answer made his eyes sparkle.

You were definitely different.

He grabbed you by the neck and tightened his grip. But you weren't afraid, you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He was just angry because you made him feel different. Because it was you. You made him want you more than anything.

He slipped a hand under your dress, felt how wet the crotch of your panties was.

You giggled.

«You are different. You are not afraid. You're turned on by all of this, you sick little whore,» you laughed. At the top of your lungs. You pulled him closer with one leg and rubbed your pelvis against him, moaning. «I may have a dark little secret of my own, my dear Hyunjin. How about we take advantage of it?» you bit his lip. His head was spinning, he felt his hands burning. «First tell me about this dark little secret you little bitch,» you pressed your bodies together and felt yours almost catching fire, you wanted it. Again. At least you wanted him to make you come.

«Haven't you ever wondered why I take anatomy lessons when my passion is something else?» you giggled, leaving him confused. You were like him. «I love dissecting corpses even more when they are fresh and made by me, squeezing organs in my hands, and I would love to see them intact forever. Why don't you tell me your little secret? How do you make those heads like that?» you moaned under his touch, quickly rubbing your cunt against his thigh, wetting it. «You're fucking crazy,» he laughed maniacally and then began a fierce kiss, as if your bodies were about to catch fire. You continued to move on his thigh, moaning his name on your lips as you jerked him off over his trousers. All this was turning you on more than you thought. Your breath was short, you couldn't hold back any longer, so you let out a long moan, you on his leg and him in his trousers. It was fast but intense.

«How about cooperating, princess?» he laughed, still above you. «With great pleasure,» you whispered growling into his mouth.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

After that day, you invited Hyunjin to your house and showed him your collection. It was funny to see his surprised face. He never expected to see that side of you. That day, you orchestrated the perfect plan. Your victims had rarely been women, and his were all women. He also explained to you how he chose his victims, his modus operandi : he often went to this café frequented by students, and often heard these girls squawking like chickens and insulting art, a thing he revered. So did the woman's body. So why not get rid of them after seducing them and keep the body as a prize? It was a perfect idea in his mind. So he decided to prove it to you himself.

You stood at the table behind him and a certain Sasha, he had met her that morning when he brought you your coffee and decided that she would be the ideal victim. You watched as he tried to seduce her with a grin, running his hand down her back to her bottom. You bit your lip, a little jealous of the touch he was reserving for her.

When they got up, you followed them silently, already knowing where Hyunjin was taking her: at the back of his study was a large chamber where he carried out his murders and burned the remaining bodies: the clay oven, a very good idea, you thought.

Everything happened very quickly, the way he undressed her and she undressed him. You trembled. You hated to see the way the girl touched him. He was almost ready to fuck her when, with a wink, he moved you forward and handcuffed the girl's hands and feet. But she screamed in vain, the walls were soundproofed, Hyunjin really had thought of everything.

He took off your clothes, stroking your body, and put them aside with his own so they wouldn't get dirty. After all, it was impossible to remove blood stains from the fabrics. He bit your shoulder and patted your ass, then stood statuesque in front of the girl. You watched closely as he slit her throat with a sharp knife, splashing blood everywhere. And you flanked him as he opened her chest and began to harvest the organs that he would soon show you how to embalm. You loved it.

Soon a pool of blood spread beneath your bodies. You sat on his naked pelvis, as bloodied as he was. He brought the knife between your mouths and you did not hesitate a moment before licking the blood off the metal, crossing your tongue with Hyunjin's. His vermilion hands cupped your breasts, your thighs. Your body. You were the woman he adored. His muse. The half he shared his madness with. His illness. Your mouths met, you drew your lips together, biting your tongues. It was a fierce, ravenous, passionate kiss. Your intimacy rubbed against your naked pussy, wet and warm. You couldn't wait to fuck him. He bit your neck ravenously. As if he wanted to eat you. You loved the way he was so impetuous with you, so passionate. He drove you crazy. «How about we play a little princess?» he grinned, then put two fingers to your vagina and began to move them quickly. Your moans were disconnected and his lips were tight on your breasts, sucking on your nipples and pulling on them with his teeth. Your hands were harpooned in your hair, pulling at it. You definitely wanted more.

He entered you slowly, playing with your walls. As he licked the blood from your body. «Mhh, Hyunjin faster please,» you begged him, pressing your pelvis against his. You wanted more, you wanted him inside you. Your hand reached his intimacy and began to play with his glans, pressing your thumb on the tip so that he moaned. You loved seeing him like that under your touch, even more so when he was completely covered in blood. His hand reached your neck as you decided his fingers were not enough to satisfy you and stood up, sitting straight on his cock. This caused him to moan sharply. «Have a good ride, Hyunjinie,» you whispered in his ear. And he grinned. He took his fingers, smeared with blood and your fluids, into his mouth to lick it all off and then push it into your mouth, playing with your tongue as your walls adjusted to his thick length. You pulled your head back as he tired of waiting and gave a precise thrust inside you, gripping your neck tightly. You loved it when he did this. You began to jump up and down on his length, letting out moans that fortunately no one could hear thanks to the soundproof walls. Hyunjin bit his lip hard as you humped him. He loved the feeling of watching you riding him. He felt a unique warmth running through his body.

But he was tired; speed and strength were not enough for him. He made you lie down in that pool of blood, put his hands under your knees and bent your legs towards your breasts. He entered you with a precise thrust, as if he knew just the right spot to hit you, and your loud moaning let him know that was exactly where he needed to thrust. So with almost animal speed he resumed his thrusts inside you. He put your legs on his shoulders while he held your neck tightly with one hand and played with your clit quickly with the other. It drove you crazy. Your moans were now as uncontrollable as the times Hyunjin had cried out in pleasure. «Fuck Princess, how good you take me. Your pussy is perfect for me, so ,warm. You fucking hold me so well, you little whore,» he growled. You couldn't help but moan loudly at those words. You couldn't speak, every time you tried to say something the words died in your throat.

«I'm... coming... fucking H... Hyunjin for fuck's sake! Ther...e yeah!» you moaned one last time before tightening your warm walls around his cock. «Fuck I'm about to come too, squeeze me so fucking tight.» And he, now at the top of his lungs, poured hot streams into you, filling you. But he didn't come out; he decided to tear himself all over you as he filled you, letting his cum drip out of your cunt.

You stroked his long wet hair as he kissed your breasts. «You are mine forever, just know that,» he whispered, biting you. You giggled. «I wasn't planning on looking for anyone else after you, Hyunjin,» he smiled, then looked at you and licked a drop of blood that had fallen from your shoulder.

«I like you covered in blood.»

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[wcbblife]

Paige as a girl/boy mom HCs! (pt 2)

a/n: hope you enjoy bc this has taken over my mind completely.

Boy mom:

If he ever goes into basketball, she'll coach his little league team and the resemblance between them is uncanny. They're both competitive and when he makes a shot, she'll do those small celebrations (y'know what I mean. Like those she does in games when she's at the bench).

She's a sucker for his toothy grin. Especially if he has some missing teeth when he's a toddler. I think they would remind her of her brother when he was little so much.

In the mornings she has to wake up at the crack of dawn for practices or games, you swear he has a superpower because he always wakes up early too. Those are some of your favorite times because those slow mornings are unusual with such an energetic toddler. He’ll just follow her around and once she’s done with the basics, she’ll pick him up and do the rest of her things with him sleeping on her shoulder.

They would 100% plan one of those cheesy birthday surprises for you. Like they’ll turn on the lights and scream with matching grins while breaking into a birthday song simultaneously.

Your favorite sight is them both waking up with equally tousled hair and matching sleepy faces. I mean he may be your kid, but Paige is literally in every single crevice of his face.

He constantly challenges her by telling her that he’ll finally beat her in video games, but he never can. She does share with you that she’s worried he finally will one day because he’s a fast learner. But it's almost a tradition for them to sit down at least once a week and battle it out.

He also always challenges her to do different celebrations whenever she scores. And he’s always glued to the screen to see her pull it off. It’s a way for them to stay connected while she has games far away. They ask her about it, but she always stays quiet, wanting the tradition to be a secret of theirs.

She looooves to see him wear her jersey. It gives her the motivation to absolutely destroy whoever she’s going against.

You find it funny that he always copies her face whenever she has a tough finish in a game. Like they both have the exact same celebration face (that face scrunch she does as well as screaming towards the air while flexing). Again. Literal twins.

I get the feeling she will just… hold him up by his leg while they’re playing. Then just show him to you like he's a trophy while he dies of laughter.

Both have the same sleeping stance and sleeping face. Mouth opened with an arm and leg slung haphazardly around. She never believes you until you take a pic of them both sleeping one afternoon.

She calls you guys when she’s away and he’ll just snatch the phone to talk to her. They’re usually late after a game.

“Hey… Isn’t it your bedtime?” Paige's voice comes through the phone, tired. “But mom, I just missed you so much! The game was so close I just couldn't go to sleep” You see her smile through the call, “Alright bud, I'll give you this one.” After you three talk some more, they both fall asleep mid conversation, and you could only smile.

Girl mom:

Talking about games, her favorite thing to do after her games is bury her daughter in kisses and watch the way she shies away because they tickle. She’ll be locked in at the end just looking at her and you and she’ll break into the widest smile once you two come walking towards her.

She would 100% be one of those players that does her press conferences with her kid in her lap. Sometimes she’ll be too distracted by her, and her coach will silently ask you to take her for a bit but there's no separating those two. You also would never think of taking her away because Paige literally lives for you and her baby girl.

I think Paige loved to give her baby those early stages baths. She would be so gentle and lowkey scared as she cradles her and passes moist wipes all over her tiny body. It lowkey calmed her down after a hard day to see her girl so calm and peaceful.

Would tease her baby girl by acting like she’s not going to pick her up cuz she gets super fussy about it. She folds way too quickly though.

Has her camera FULL to the brim with pictures of her sleeping and looking adorable. Definitely has 0.5s of her too. Makes her laugh wayyyy too much.

Does that thing where she taps her daughter's mouth really fast while she shouts so that it sounds really funny. If you get what I mean?? It makes them both laugh way too much.

Omg she definitely dances with her by making her step on the top of her shoes. After so many of her birthday parties with music it's basically a tradition for them to do now. It is your absolute favorite thing in the world because Paige is just so tall.

Paige never failed to give you a heart attack when she was still a baby. I feel like she would make a makeshift baby carrier with her morning robe and just walk around with her while the baby snoozed. lol

At the beginning, Paige used to wear bright blue or pink or just neon colors so that her daughter was able to recognize her in court.

Tea parties happen a lot with those two. You’ll open the door to find them sipping on the non-existent liquid while faking some funny accents. They’ll just turn to you with a look of “Can we help you?”

[lazyjellyfish300]

Traitor💔

Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman Reader

Synopsis: A blurb detailing your heartbreak from Miguel inspired by some breakup songs. Word count 1.5k ish. Meant to be a one shot. (JK, I MADE AN EPILOGUE)

A/N: had this idea after @prettyinpink350 commented that The Woman He Didn't Choose part 1 reminded them of All Too Well-10 minute version by Taylor Swift. I imagine getting your heart broken by him would SUCK. The man has such a tragic backstory, it would take a long long time to get him to be comfortable with getting hurt again and vulnerable, possibly hurting whoever he's dating or seeing in the process if their expectations don't align. I think that ATSV and the comic version of him are different however, it's possible some of the personality traits would stay consistent and so as a result he might struggle with infidelity. I think he's had his fair share of experiences.

BUT I do still write sweet, fluffy soft Miguel, though. Because I do believe he has a soft side that exists and it's unfair imo to write him off as completely incapable of being a good partner because I believe he can. I imagine it'll be a tough road but he would eventually get there. He's a complex man and I love him anyway. 🫶🏽 Working on DD part 9 and the woman he didn't choose I promise, I've been dead lately in terms of motivation.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, CHEATING (I DON'T CONDONE THIS), HEARTBREAK, BREAKUP, MIGUEL IS MORE COLD IN THIS, SMUT ( IT'S BRIEF, P IN V, DEGRADATION, SPANKING), age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is like 34-35), no happy ending

The songs that inspired this(all rights to rightful owners, some of the lyrics were tweaked slightly):

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It was her. It was always going to be her.  

🎶I was just the villain built to come between you two. 

I'm just the other point of view. 🎶

It's the movie where the guy gets the girl in the end. She's the one that got away but then comes back into his life, lighting up his world, making him realize his new girlfriend would never come close. 

That all too familiar shift in the way he acted when she moved back into the city. When you noticed how he started looking at you with a gaze that was clearly being stolen by someone else. You decided to ask him about it and he dismissed you with a shake of his head, calling you paranoid. 

🎶Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew🎶

Now he brings her around, almost as though to shut you down on purpose. Showing her off like a brand new trophy. 

If any of the sweet nothings he told you were true, there's simply no damn way that he could have fallen in love again so quickly...

🎶Ain't it funny....🎶

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But months later

🎶You call me up again just to break me like a promise.🎶

The 1 am call you know you shouldn't answer but you do anyway. 

"She's not here.......Please, I need you."

And there you go, jumping in the shower for a quick rinse and brushing your teeth, speeding towards his apartment like a dumb ass. 

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"Fuck......FUCK! God baby...so fucking tight.....I missed this pussy, fuck...." 

A shower of sharp spanks land on your ass, one after another, after another as Miguel thrusts his cock into you from behind. 

"Yes.....harder, baby.....HARDER!" 

"Yeah?....You would fucking like that, wouldn't you....Needy little slut....mmmm you like it when I fuck you like this, huh? Can't get enough can you? "Had to come crawling back for more of this cock?"

Every word stings harder than the slaps he's giving you but it's a sick, twisted, erotic feeling. You actually love it. The fact that he's still craving your pussy even though he's supposedly with his dream woman. The fact that you're still on his mind as soon as she leaves. 

The fact that you're in his bed right now, not her. Even if only just for tonight. 

"Fuck....yes.....baby.....can't get enough of you....mmmmm fuck I missed you so much....." 

"Say that again." 

"Missed you so much Miggy...." 

"¿Cuánto?..." (how much)

"So fucking much....I crave you all the time....." 

Miguel lets out a loud groan and you practically scream as he pounds you without mercy into his mattress he shared with the other woman.

Shortly after, you're laying all fucked out, panting as you close your eyes, decelerating from the heavenly orgasm he pulled out of you, only for it to shrivel up when you feel your clothes land in a pile next to your head. 

"She'll be back any minute....you gotta hurry." 

"What?" You sit up, confused. 

Miguel's too busy taking a shower, trying to rid himself of your scent. The damning evidence of someone else in his bed while she was gone. 

You immediately regret ever coming over. 

You're about to rip him a new one but your spider senses tingle. You can feel her ascending the staircase. You throw on your leggings and hoodie and swing away into the night without saying goodbye. 

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You let him have it on the phone later. 

"I wish you thought through all of this before you strung me along and made me fall in love with you..." 

Miguel stands outside his apartment, he had to sneak down to take your call as soon as he was sure she was asleep. He tenses his jaw. He feels guilty but there's not much he can do about it now.

"She's older...more mature. I need to be with someone who's able to understand and live with my responsibilities. I shouldn't have given us a chance, but I did because I needed to move on from her.... I can't help that I've known her since we were kids. She gets me."

🎶So casually cruel in the name of being honest. 🎶

"Oh and I don't? I don't Miguel? So all those times I stayed up with you, crying, holding you and promising you I wasn't going anywhere, those didn't happen? Or the fact that I saw you lose it completely multiple times and still called you the next day? The fact that I was willing to let go all the times you let me down because I knew it wasn't your fault and the fate of the multiverse comes before everything else? I literally loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter?"

Silence. 

"Look, I just think that maybe if we had been closer in age, we would've been fine." 

🎶And that sentence made you want to die. 🎶

"That's not fucking fair, Miguel! I'm 26, not a baby! And we spoke CANDIDLY about this when we got together. I NEVER had, not even a HINT that this would be a problem for you, and now you drop it on me right as you tear my heart out?! And it's not even something I can change!" 

You pause, more sobs erupting deep from within your soul. 

"I'm sorry, that the stars didn't align and the timing wasn't perfect and my dad didn't fuck my mom around the same time as yours so I could've been born at a better time. I'm sorry that I tried so fucking hard to be the chill girlfriend who lets you do whatever even though I'm not. I'm sorry that I kept my fucking mouth shut when I knew damn well you were talking to her when we were together just so I could keep you around. I'm sorry that I'm not her..."

The line is painfully silent. 

🎶The idea you had of me, who was she?🎶

"So who's this version of me in your head you envisioned, huh Miguel? The perfect me that would've made you stay. Do I even know her? She's me, but she's not. She's not needy like I am. She's perfect. Has the perfect body, perfect hair, doesn't ever look bad for you. She's intelligent and has all the maturity you claim I don't. She reflects back on you perfectly every little thing you just LOVE about yourself because let's face it, that's the only person you really ever gave a fuck about."

Loud beeps assault your eardrum and you scoff in disbelief. He hung up, and who knows how long you were just talking to a wall. You hurtle your phone at the ground, letting the screen crack as your knees buckle beneath you and hide your face in your hands in despair. 

🎶When she's sleeping in the bed we made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. 

Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt, yeah. 🎶

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Trying to forget him as the weeks passed by ,albeit agonizingly slow. You find yourself weeping in the HQ bathroom, some girl asking you what happened: 

🎶You. That's what happened, you.  🎶

A few weeks later, a package with all of your clothes arrived at the post office for you so he didn't have to see you face to face. It even contained all of the pictures you took together and the letters you wrote him. He didn't keep a single one. 

You sat in the parking lot for a few minutes as you clutched the Disneyland tickets to your heart, sobbing. The cruel, cruel irony of remembering how you were in the happiest place on earth with him, the place that planted those dreams of happily ever after in that little girl's head, only for her to be crying over a man that stomped it into the ground years later.

Remembering how you walked back, arm in arm to your hotel room together as you leaned into his chest, giggling when you finally got him to admit the park wasn't as dreadful as he thought it would be, despite the ridiculous price tag. He only wanted to make you happy. 

🎶I remember it all too well. 🎶

Your lip trembles when you find the Mickey Ears you bought for him lying in the box. "Miguel" cross-stitched in curly gold writing on the back. 

Your red scarf from that first week together hung in the corner of his closet until your scent wore off. He would eventually have the gall to offer it to her one December night when she was shivering, saying that it was his mother's. 

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Your tears make your vision blurry as you drive down the dark, rain soaked streets of Nueva York. 

You know his street is coming. 

When you do finally pass it, you use all your strength to keep your gaze straight ahead, the faded letters on his street sign disappear rapidly behind you as you take a deep breath, and head on home. 

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Epilogue

[pt2change]

new beginnings ; jeon jungkook

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pairing: biker!jungkook x bartender!yn

genre: typical ‘let’s kiss at midnight on new years’ au, except they’re complete strangers, fluff, i think that pretty much sums it up

word count: 1,381

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the weekends were always a hard shift

everyone would go out and get extremely wasted

and yeah, your job didn’t make it easy to tolerate with drunk assholes, but you didn’t mind, in fact, you sometimes found it funny

you opened the door to the bar you worked at and walked straight in, going to the small space in the back where staff would go before opening

you quickly walked over to the small locker you were assigned to when you first started

you took your jacket off and began to put all your belongings inside, grabbing your name tag and clipping it onto your shirt

it always surprised you how many people would show up to a bar on new year’s eve, making it the busiest day of the year aside from christmas.

it’s typically couples that come in to have a drink and share a kiss at midnight or multiple groups of friends would come in to party

“you’re spending new years the same way i am?” your middle aged co-worker, sarah, asked you

“oh yeah, sitting around and watching movies.” you chuckled, putting on the apron that started at your hips and ends at mid thigh

you used to hate wearing it, but all the staff members do, so you don’t mind it that much anymore

sarah laughed, she walked out from the back, and began playing music from the jukebox that sat in the bar.

you sighed as the music began to play throughout the small building

it did help calm you down and prepare you for the long night ahead

you walked to the front doors of the bar and unlocked the doors, you also grabbed a blackboard sign with prices and details about drinks, and placed it outside

you looked up to see the christmas lights that hung around the building, and all other light from different buildings too

you smiled to yourself as you watch the snow fall from the sky, settling softly into the ground

this was your favorite time of year

you walked back into the bar, looking at sarah, who was wearing glittery glasses that read ‘happy new year’

“i’m not wearing that.” you shook your head and chuckled, making your way behind the bar

sarah smiled at you, “i know. so i got you this instead-“ and pulled out a simple black and gold headband that read ‘2024’ and places it on your head

you nodded your head, walked over to the jukebox and turned up the volume

you started getting to work as the bar slowly began filling up with people

it was almost completely full, and you and sarah rushed around, getting drinks to everyone that asked for one, it was just you two working the bar, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

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"god, it's freezing…" a man said as he rubbed his two hands together, blowing into them for heat, his feet trailing through the snow

every single bar he passed, the music was blasting out of them and they all seemed full and warm

he walked by and spotted one in the corner of the street, it looked inviting

i mean, he didn't even care if he was by himself, he just needed a drink

he walked into the bar, mazing through the groups of people

he sat down on a stool at the bar, looking at the two girls working behind it, this was definitely one of the busiest bars in the city

"what can i get for you?" sarah smiled, leaning over the bar and smiling to him.

"a shot of whiskey.." he smiled to her politely, handing her the money

"coming right up." sarah smiled, taking the money and putting it in her apron for the time being

"there you go…" she said placing the glass down, "have a nice night." she smiled, moving over to attend to another customer

jungkook was rarely in bars because he enjoyed the comfort of drinking inside his home

but he felt he needed some cheering up, and that’s why he ended up stopping at the small bar on his way back home

he was spending another new years alone. sure, he’s had his fair share of relationships, but he just couldn’t stay committed.

this time of year was filled with couples kissing left and right, which only made him realize how lonely he was.

“is something wrong with your drink?” you asked him, wanting to make sure all your customers were satisfied.

jungkook looked up, and paused when he looked at the person in front of him

your eyes innocently staring back at his, your cute smile was doing something to him

you were perfect.

“n-no it’s fine” jungkook smiled at you.

“are you sure? i can get you something else if you’d like.” you looked at him, gesturing to the variety of drinks behind you.

“if you insist,” he chuckles, “can i just get a glass of beer?” he smiled at you.

“yes sir” you smiled at him, grabbing a new glass to pour the beer in. after pouring it, you walked over to him and placed it neatly in front of him

you leave the glass of whiskey too, in case he decides to drink it after all

“thank you.”

“so are you here alone?” you leaned over the bar just a little bit

“yeah..” jungkook nodded, grabbing the glass in his hands.

“okay so let me guess,” you started, “you’re children are driving you insane, so you told your wife you needed to buy something last minute, but in reality you just came here? or new years makes you feel a bit lonely and you came here to see if it would cheer you up?”

jungkook chuckled, “the second one sounds about right.”

“i thought so.. i guess that makes two of us” you said, letting a small laugh escape from you. “enjoy your beer.” you smiled at him before walking away, and began taking orders from other customers

he watched as you walked away, he’d never seen someone more beautiful

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a few hours had passed, and there was 5 minutes left until it was officially new year’s day

you had been exchanging smiles with the same man at the bar, switching from his beer (and whiskey that he did in fact drink) to something non alcoholic, getting smirks from him

you weren’t usually this comfortable with men that came to the bar, or ones that looked at you and tried to make conversation

maybe it was because he was almost completely sober and wasn’t trying to get into your pants

or maybe he was…

either way, you didn’t mind him staring at you.

you and sarah finally took a break from serving drinks and got yourselves one, as everyone started to countdown from the last minute until new year’s day

you walked over towards jungkook and leaned over the bar.

"you know, in a few seconds, most of the people in this room are going to be kissing and hugging…" you smiled to him

“oh? are they?” he raised his eyebrows

”yeah,” you nodded, “and just so we don’t look so lonely…” you smiled as you watched the clock strike midnight.

jungkook watched as you placed your lips against his, and he kissed back softly just enough so you both could enjoy it

jungkook was surprised you had just come up and kissed him, but he wasn’t complaining

you pulled away from him, “happy new years.” you smiled

and you slowly walked away, going back to serving other customers

jungkook’s eyes didn't leave you for the rest of the night

until, at 2am, he finally decided he should go home

you had turned around to face him again and realized that he had already left the bar, leaving his empty glass with a piece of paper stuck to the bottom of it

you walked over and picked it up, taking the paper which had a phone number and name, jungkook, on it

you smiled to yourself and put the paper in your jean pocket, walking over to the dish washer and placing the empty glass in it.

"oh, someone looks happy" sarah nudged you, pulling the lever down and pouring a glass of beer

"well… it is new years" you smiled

[spacecowboyhotch]

Through the Window

summary: despite the complexities of your relationship, Miguel always shows, ready and willing to slink through your window and submit in your bed.

pairing: afab!reader x miguel o’hara

contents: nsfw/18+/smut, sub!miguel o’hara, unprotected sex, light bondage, pet names, idiots in love, angst, happy ending

wc: 2,701

an: sub!miguel rights!!!! reducing him to a needy mess is in my hierarchy of needs, and it should be in yours too <3.

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“You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It's not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives off this nice, quiet light.” — Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake

Miguel has weaseled his way into your heart. He’s decidedly not your type— too much of a tight ass to even allow a smile at one of your jokes. Too broody to show what he’s actually feeling, hiding behind that glaring mask his face is set in.

That is until he breaks under the everpresent pressure of being a leader— the leader. It feels a little sadistic that you realized how well the two of you work together despite all your differences, when his mind is on the brink of collapse.

There’s a telltale knock on your window, five sharp taps in quick succession. He never uses the door, partially because he’s spiderman, partially because whatever this is that happened between the two of you isn’t real and it will never be. Letting him in through your front door would be a sign that you’re letting him into your heart. You’ve avoided that successfully, that is until tonight.

When you make it to the window to let him in, the sight of him makes every hair on your body stand on edge. Sure you’ve seen him struggle, but never like this. You’ve never seen Miguel look so defeated, his eyes somehow as cloudy with emotion as they are dead.

You cup his face in your hands, examining him, “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” He says sharply, not bothering to mumble to hide his fangs.

You know too much about him. You’ve studied him, his behaviors, his DNA, his patterns. There’s many reasons the two of you have decided to keep this purely physical but the most convincing is that you’re a scientist partnered with the police force to catch him. When he realized that knowing him, seeing him the way he allows you dampens your efforts, he told you some of his past. You know everything there is to know about Miguel O’Hara; everything he’ll let you know.

There are plenty of things you don’t know. You don’t know why he chose you. Why he comes back to you time and time again when there’s someone he could actually have a future with. You don’t know that he longs for you, dreams of impossible outcomes where the two of you can truly be together. Those are things that Miguel can never share with you— not when you do what you do.

Not when you only let him in and out through the window.

“If you don’t want to talk then strip and lay on the bed.”

Miguel melts under your commands. His shoulders that stay stiff—poised for control under the weight of keeping order— relax when he’s with you. He’s completely naked and sprawled out in your bed in under a minute. You grab some silks from the top drawer, and make your way over to him, straddling his lap.

His eyes are already ravenous as he looks up at you, their usual bright redness almost looking black in this lighting. His hands are restless as the rest on the sheets, itching to touch you. But when he’s in your bed like this, you call the shots.

You get both of his hands tied to the posts. You check them, tugging on them to make sure they’re secure but not too tight. “You remember what to say if you need me to stop?”

“‘Course I do,” He breathes, and you can hear the eagerness in his voice.

“Yeah you do, because you’re such a good boy for me.”

Miguel whimpers underneath you, chest rising as his breath quickens with anticipation. Sometimes he thinks that he can cum just from the sound of your voice, just from you looking at him the way you are right now. He’s used to having the power—to towering over others and making them feel as if they’re in his grasp. You’re looking at him like you own him, like you want to consume him completely. He’s ready to give in, to disappear in you.

There’s no reason for you to ask this question, but you can’t deny that your heart wants to hear his answer to it— so you ask.

“Why’d you come tonight?”

His legs shift beneath you impatiently, “Because I need you.”

“You need me,” You repeat, feigning skepticism. That skepticism isn’t completely unreal but you don’t have time to unpack that, not when he looks so desperate beneath you.

He nods, “Yeah, need you baby, please.”

You bend to kiss him, a smug smile on your lips, “Shh, you don’t have to beg, sweet boy. I won’t tease you, not tonight.”

You take him into your hand with a firm grip, stroking him the way you know will reduce him to a whiny mess— slow, drawn out strokes, slicked by his precum.

He practically dissolves under your touch, eyes rolling in the back of his head, “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, yeah baby.”

“Feel good?” You question playfully. You weren’t completely honest with your promise not to tease, but you’ll get him out of his head, give him so much pleasure that his brain fries despite poking fun at his desperation.

“So good, can I have more? I need to feel you, please.”

“You need it?” You ask. wanting to hear him say it again though he's already said it twice tonight.

“I need it— need you. Always need you,” He looks up at you with glassy eyes.

You aren’t sure if you want to wrap yourself around him and never let go or ride him until he’s a shuddering, crying mess. The first isn’t a possibility, so you go with the latter.

There is something distinctly unique about tonight. He’s always needy, always asking and begging for what he wants. But there’s a new depth to his desperation and his words. You almost believe him. You almost believe that he truly needs you, and not just the release he’s chasing. That he wouldn’t be able to get what he needs from anyone else, though this is just sex.

The way you guide yourself down onto his cock is gentle, teasing. His eyes shut, a soft gasp leaving his full mouth. He looks so beautiful beneath you. Miguel is large, one of the largest men you've ever seen and despite how many times you’re with him it takes a little effort. You shift steadily, using your free hand to rub at your clit so that you bloom and open more easily for him. When you whine at the stretch his eyes open, tracking immediately to the way your wet heat envelopes him.

“So fucking big, baby. You like that don’t you? Watching me take you? Watching me fuck you.”

“I like it,” He breathes easily. You’re about to tease him but then he says, “I love it.”

“Me too, baby. I love it too. You’re so fucking perfect for me, so fucking easy. You’d let me fuck you until I felt satisfied wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, whatever you need.”

“What I need, sweet boy, is to feel you cum. Fill me up. Can you be good and do that for me? Make it all messy.”

“Mhmm, just–kiss me, please? So close,” He groans beneath you, his body practically shaking with the effort it takes to keep his hips still.

“Since you asked so nicely,” You tease him, bending down to press your mouth to his.

Your hips don’t stop bouncing, taking him fast and deep, and the soft groans that echo out of him and into your mouth turn to high pitched whine as you feel him cum, filling you completely. You continue to ride him until tears prick his eyes from overstimulation. But, he doesn’t ask you to stop, doesn’t say that safe word because despite his orgasm he needs to feel you cum.

It doesn’t take long; with his cum and your building arousal it's easy to take him faster. You need a bit more, just a little. And while you know Miguel’s body well, there’s give and take. He knows yours just as well. He can see the desperation mounting in your eyes even in his subby haze. He rocks his hips up when you come down, biting out whimpers that meld with the sound of flesh on flesh.

“Untie me. Let me help you,” He suggests softly.

You have no arguments, reaching up to undo the knot at his wrists. His hands are on your body in an instant, one dropping to rub diligent circles into your clit while the other rolls your nipple gently through his fingers. You go completely stiff above him, squeezing the life out of his cock in a way that makes him cry out again. When you collapse against him he draws you close without another thought.

The two of you lay there for an eternity, breath returning to normal as you trace shapes on his chest. That’s the thing with you and Miguel, it starts quickly, a flurry of skin on skin, of hushed whines and limits pushed. But it ends, and that ending is always sobering. The longer you lay on his chest the more anxious you get.

Pushing up, you peer at him, seeing if there is any distress or anything he needs. Miguel’s very good at returning to his controlling headspace, the time frame of his vulnerability is tight. There’s nothing there when he gazes back at you, none of that desperation or longing that was just in his eyes. It’s eerie.

You look away, clearing your throat to ask, “Miguel, what are we doing? This…this is dangerous.”

He groans— it is full of exasperation and not pleasure— and scrubs a hand over his face, “We talk about this everytime and we end up here all over again. Don’t waste our breath.”

You ignore him, pulling his hand away from his face, “You could get caught coming in here and my job—“

He glares at you, shifting you off so he can sit up and throw his legs over the side of the bed. “We both know that you don’t give a fuck about that job. Not the way you’re supposed to anyway.”

“That wasn’t my point.”

“Then what was? Because you’re wasting my time.”

“What happened to ‘we talk about this everytime’?” You drop your voice an octave, tightening your shoulders to mock him. “Shouldn’t you know then?”

“Let’s not pretend that your spiel about getting caught has anything to do with me. It all has to do with you,” He starts to slip back into his suit, standing to pull it up and over his shoulders.

You reach for your robe as you step out of bed, following after him, “Why is it so impossible for you to believe that I would care?”

“If you care so much about me getting caught swinging through your window then why haven’t you let me in through the door? Y’know like a normal man would.”

“Because…because this is all I thought you would give me. And you’re not a normal man. You’re not just some guy to me. You have to know I don’t let you into my bed because you have fangs and swing from webs, right? You being Miguel to me…it has nothing to do with being Spiderman. Keeping things the way they are… made it easier to deny that.”

He stares at you through narrowed eyes, as if he’s gauging whether or not he believes you. He wants to…but he doesn’t. He can’t. Vulnerability begins to unravel in his chest, the kind that he distinctly avoids even though he submits to you. He needs to run before you see him.

“You know what…you were right. This is dangerous; I won’t come back, not for this nonsense. This bullshit.”

Panic rises in your throat as he starts toward the window. You always knew you would lose him but you never thought that it would be like this, with him walking away. Choosing to part.

“What about you? Why do you keep coming back? Why is it the first time you’ve brought up being a normal guy, walking through the door instead of sneaking in?” You ask quickly, reaching out to grab his hand.

He pulls away from you sharply but turns around his bright red eyes bleeding down into yours, “Your time for asking questions is up, maybe you should’ve asked when you had me tied up.”

Miguel can try to intimidate you, try to be the man he is outside of this window with you, but you know the truth. You know the way he bends and breaks and molds for you. Just for you. It’s what makes staring back at him so confidently easy.

“Until you slip out of that window you’re mine.”

“I’m never yours, this isn’t real. Never has been.”

“Then why? Answer my questions. Why do you keep coming back? Why are you just bringing up the thing about the door—“

“Because I didn’t want you to say no!” He shouts at you, the points of his fangs glistening in the moonlight. “There? Are you happy? Seen enough of me to bulk up your stupid little file?”

You stare at him, completely speechless for a moment. Is that what he thinks this is? That he’s at your mercy? Sure, he submits to you in bed but that’s his choice. He has all the power, he’s set the limits, he chooses when this all happens. And if one day he decided he didn’t want this anymore, you’re not sure how you would cope.

“Miguel, when have I ever been able to say no to you?”

He flushes, looking away, “Pretty often when we—“

“Because that’s what you need. It’s what you ask me to give you, but besides that? Tell me when.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it fucking matters. You’re being avoidant.”

“I’m not being avoidant,” He says firmly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Fine then what was your other argument? That I put the things you tell me here in the file? I’d never do that to you.”

“That’s bullshit, you’d squeak for that job in a heartbeat.”

“They don’t even know about your daughter,” You counter.

His eyes finally snap back to yours. If it were anyone else to get this stare from him, they’d think he was angry— but you know Miguel and see nothing but pain. “His daughter.”

“His daughter,” You amend quickly, knowing that it’s easier for him to view it that way. “It’s true anything you told me or showed me here, it’s…it’s ours.”

“Ours,” He tests cautiously, brow furrowing together as he looks down at the floor.

This must’ve been some reverse psychology ploy that he’d been waiting to use on you. How did you go from adamantly telling yourself that you and Miguel could never work to convincing him that every moment between the two of you is real? That it’s— that he— is the realest thing that’s ever happened to you.

How had this ended with you unable to let him go like all the times you had before?

“Stay.”

“That’s not—“

“Stay,” You say gently, reaching for his hand again. You thread your fingers through his. “Just for tonight, and if it’s too much, if it’s not what you thought it would be or something you want then in the morning you can walk out the door and never come back.”

“And if it is something I want?”

“Then tomorrow night, I imagine that around— I don’t know— 7 p.m. Miguel O’Hara is picking me up and taking me to dinner.”

His mouth twitches, fighting a smile, “Is that so?”

“He said it himself actually. Wish he was here to back me up, but I guess I’m stuck with you for now— the freaky spider guy in skin tight tights.”

And finally, for the first time, Miguel snorts before letting out a soft laugh at your joke. It’s a sound you never heard before but one you want to keep hearing over and over again.

“So that’s what your laugh sounds like,” You murmur as you pull him closer, burying your smiling face into his chest.

He quickly wraps his arms around you, whispering, “Get used to it.”

miguel taglist: @campingwiththecharmings, @whatthefishh, @scaraza, @stargazingcarol, @soft-persephone, @k-ra

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Kinktober 13

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

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A/N: I had something completely different written for this prompt, but the more I looked it over and tweaked it, I just wasn't satisfied with how it was coming out, so I decided at the last minute to completely scrap what I had and write something totally new. I like this one a lot more. I hope you guys like it! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Dry Humping, Scenting, Established Relationship, Public Grinding

You were nowhere near as adventurous as Neteyam. Where his life was all combat training and thrilling ikran rides, yours was computers and florescent lighting. To say you lived different lives was an understatement. And given the history between your people and the na’vi, you were uneasy about being in the village. Still, somehow, you and Neteyam developed a soft spot for each other. You formed a comfortable friendship that eventually started to blossom into curious touching and experimental kisses and more…

No one ever expected for the next olo’eyktan to take a human as an intended mate. It was completely unprecedented. And even though visiting still made you uneasy, you would still come to the village almost every day to visit your boyfriend.

Tonight was a celebration in the clan and Neteyam insisted that you come with him. That wasn’t the problem. You had grown used to the judgmental glances of the people. What had your chest tightening with nerves was the fact that he also insisted that you wear na’vi clothing to the party. He said it would be like a show of good faith and that you were actually interested in trying to integrate.

The clothing was beautiful, but it left you feeling extremely exposed. Neteyam thought you looked stunning, though. He had seen your body before and nudity wasn’t a big deal for his people. The thing that had his head spinning was seeing how beautifully accentuated your body was in na’vi clothes. The delicate way the feathers of your top layed over your chest just barely hiding your nipples from view and how the waistband of your tewng was slightly too small and dug into the plush of your wide hips.

Despite feeling himself almost immediately get stiff at the first glance of you, Neteyam held it together enough to keep up his calm outer appearance.

“You look beautiful, yawne.”

You blush as he pulls you to sit in his lap off to the side of the edge of the crowd of people. Some people shot you sideways stares of disapproval, but others examined you with a certain curiosity. It made you squirm in your spot in Neteyam’s lap.

“Is it just me, or are there more eyes on us than normal?” you inquire trying not to accidentally lock eyes with any of them.

Neteyam leans forward so that his lips are next to your ear.

“They are looking at you because you look so pretty.” He nuzzles his nose into your neck lovingly, no doubt scenting you. You start to giggle a little at his display of affection and then you feel it. A thick, heavy weight lightly pressing against your ass. Your face instantly flushes at the realization.

“Neteyam…”

“You see what you do to me, sevin?” his accented voice is low in your ear sending a shudder through your body. His hands hold your hips, rolling you against his straining cock. Thank Eywa that the music is loud and people are finally ignoring you again, because otherwise, someone would surely hear the small moans breaking free from your lips.

His hips press up into yours harder desiring more friction to give him his relief.

“Teyam…I—”

“Shh, yawne. Don’t want to be too loud. Or do you want everyone to hear how badly you want to be filled?” the smirk in his tone is evident as his lips dance around your ear.

Your lip nearly starts to bleed form how hard you bite down on it keeping your moans stifled. It’s only made worse when you hear Neteyam let out a low, shaky breath still pressing into you.

“Ah…shit..” he grunts out before warmth spreads on your back from where he had let his cum spill. You can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest behind you as he lets his mind clear from the fog.

You lean so your back is flush with his heaving chest, looking up at his face.

“Take me somewhere? Please.”

In his desperate grinding, he had now left you feeling incredibly needy. And Neteyam couldn’t leave his lover unsatisfied. He’s a gentleman afterall.

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[softylilacs]

Party Bathroom

I’ve never written before, let alone any smut. So umm yeah I was bored and thought I’d give it a try. It’s not gonna be good I’m warning you now.

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, fingering, cheating

part two

You and Ethan kept making eye contact all night. Through the crowds of people and flashing lights your eyes always found his and his eyes always found yours. You smile at him.

Ethan Landry, the nerdy, cute roommate to your boyfriend Chad. He was so shy and nervous when you two first met and it was only a simple hello. He’s the complete and total opposite of Chad. And for some odd reason, you liked that. You liked how nervous he got around you, how he would drop everything to help you study, how he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Though you would never admit it out loud, you had a thing for Ethan. Sometimes late at night, you’d imagine him kissing you, kissing your body, everything. You’d feel so ashamed, lusting after your boyfriend’s roommate. However, Ethan was no different, in fact he was much worse. He was infatuated with you. When you’d call him for help with your homework, he would be listening to you talk while his free hand was wrapped around his cock and when you invited the group over to your apartment one evening, Ethan waited for the perfect moment to slip into your bedroom and snoop around. After looking through some drawers he found your underwear. Eyes widening, he took in all the different colors and styles of thongs you’ve accumulated. He grabbed two, a pink lace one and a white lace one. Two colors he loved most on you. He stuffed them in his pocket and when he got back to his apartment he rushed to get his pants off. He took your pink thong and wrapped it around his cock as he jerked himself off to the thought of you. God, he wanted you. He thought about all the times you would wear your short little skirts, every movement creating a new visual for him, such a fucking tease he thought.

His eyes travel down your body. You’re almost see through mini dress showing him the places he most desperately wanted to touch and taste. Your eyes lock once again but this time neither of you look away. Grabbing a shot off the table, you down it while keeping eye contact. Ethan let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in. He feels his pants tighten and his eyes lower down to your tits and back up to your eyes. The Jell-O shots you took definitely gave you a confidence boost as you pull your dress up a little higher just to tease him. You smirk and begin walking towards him. Before he could say anything, you walk past him, breaking eye contact for a quick moment as you walk up the stairs. He stares at your body moving up the stairs and he finds himself following after you. You make your way into a bathroom with Ethan not too far behind. He walks in after you and closes the door. The dimly lit lights only adds to the sexual tension between you two. In one swift movement his hands find your hips and he pushes your back against the wall. Foreheads touching you two look into each others eyes for what seems like an eternity but is only a few seconds before his lips are on yours. His lips are soft and he kisses you gently. “Fuck you’re perfect” he says before intensifying the kiss. You bite his bottom lip slightly pulling it, hearing him groan, you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan into the kiss, tasting the alcohol that only adds to the thrill. His grip on your hips tighten and he pushes harder into your body, teeth clashing, his tongue slipping into your mouth now. He grinds his constricted cock against your center, making you moan again. You copy his actions, grinding your hips against his.

Fuck! Chad!

“Ethan f-fuck” you manage to get out while his lips attack yours.

This is so wrong. You have a boyfriend! What are you doing?

“Fuck, w-we can’t be doing this” you breathlessly say. Ethan ignores you, quickly kissing the sides of your mouth, making his way down to your jaw, kissing and sucking your soft skin. Your eyes roll back and you grind into him, desperate for some friction. “Ah- fuck this is so wrong.”

His lips make their way down your neck, leaving hickeys, marking you, secretly hoping that Chad will see what he’s done to you. “No, no, no” He bites down on your collarbone and you gasp. “You. sweet. dumb. thing.” He begins to lick and kiss his way up to your ear, gently biting it. “We’ve been eye fucking each other all night. Let’s just enjoy this…” he whispers. Ethan, a sweet nerdy guy was not one to talk like this but fuck, it was so unexpected and so hot. “Fuck y/n, please let me enjoy you” he begs. The ache in your pussy grows more at his words. Chad will be okay. You put your fingers through his curls and pull him into your lips, making out more aggressively than before. His hands are desperate to grab every inch of you, he’s moves them from your hips, to your boobs, and back to down to your ass. He grinds his boner into your clothed pussy, trying to relieve the some of the painful tension in his pants. He leaves your lips and he bends down while grabbing the sides of your thongs, slipping it down your long legs. He helps you step out of it, placing the wet fabric into his back pocket before kissing up your body again. He lifts one of your legs up onto his hip, giving him good access to your where you needed him most. He palms your bare pussy, almost cumming in his pants just from that one touch. He runs his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you are. How wet you are for him. His thumb grazes your clit making your hips jolt. You let out a moan. He moves his thumb a little quicker, looking at your face, seeing you with your head fallen back and eyes closed. He stopped teasing your clit, hearing you whine and runs a finger through your folds again. “Y-you’re so wet” he whispers, his lips barely touching yours. His finger teases your entrance and he softly kisses you.

“Ethan, please” you beg. Hearing you beg made his cock twitch. He smirks and slowly pushes his finger into you. He pumps in and out slowly and you grind against his hand. He then adds another finger making you gasp. He began to slowly thrust them in and out curling them inside you. How is he so good at this? Your moans make his cock painfully twitch in his pants. You put your hand on his chest and you lead your hand down to his pants. Desperate to feel him, you unbutton his pants and pull his cock out. You spit onto your hand and start to pump his thick cock. “Oh fuck” he whimpers, leaning his forehead against yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as his fingers find your g-spot. You pick up the pace on his cock making his hips buck. His thumb finds you clit again and it’s all too much. You throw your head back against the wall and let out loud moans that are thankfully inaudible to others by the loud music. You squeeze his cock a little tighter, your thumb swiping over the tip, making him a moaning mess. He quickly brings his lips to your neck, giving sloppy kisses and biting when gets shocks of pleasure. You move your hips making him fuck his fingers into you harder. He bites down on your collarbone hard, sending you near the edge, “Oh fuck! Ethan, I’m gonna cum” you could feel your stomach growing tighter, pleasure becoming so intense that tears form in your eyes. “Yes! Yes!” you practically yell. You grip his bicep for support. Ethan could feel you clench around his fingers, your legs shaking as your orgasm consumes you. You pump him faster making him grunt into your neck. He rides out your orgasm, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his mouth. You gasp, never seeing a man do this before, “Ethan!”

“Fuck, you taste so so good” His fucks into your hand, his orgasm quickly approaching. “you’re-you’re gonna make me cum” he whimpers. You keep jerking him, spitting on his cock once more, making your movements faster. His eyes roll back and your thumb grazes his tip once again. His head falls back, “I’m gonna cum-oh fuck” he moans, his cum spilling out onto your hand and part of your dress. His hips buck uncontrollably as you keep touching him. After a few moments you pull your hand away and bring your fingers up to your mouth sucking the cum off, just like he did yours. He kisses you and fixes your dress for you before fixing his own clothes. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for so long” he admits. “You have no idea what you do to me” he kisses you again and you’re tempted to go a little further with him.

“I had no idea you were so good with your—“ you begin to say before you’re interrupted by knocks on the bathroom door.

“Y/n, it’s Chad. You in here?”

[thoughtfulchaos773]

"There's a lot being done subconsciously to push the audience in different emotional directions."

 -Andrew Wehde -Cinematographer, The Bear

The creators of the show are so thoughtful and precise! Since I wrote about colors and lighting in The Bear. I want (from a cinephile perspective) to observe the lighting and camera choices for 2x08 Bolognese and 2x09 Omelette.

After writing my meta, I listened to this podcast that focuses on The Bear's cinematography; I did this to see if I needed to be more analytical instead of a hardcore shipper. I've pondered on the similar blue lighting of Sydney's tattoo reveal and the love scene, and it's worth noting since there's more Syd & Claire scenes where you can compare the lighting and camera choices.

I interpret the two scenes as high-key lighting. The choice of a well-lit scene sets the mood for more openness and optimism. The visuals give the audience direction to focus on the script and what the actors say in the scene. This lighting choice is in romance and comedy genres. Think wedding scenes as the lighting helps the audience pay attention to the romance happening between two characters.

We can catch everything when it comes to high-key lighting, every expression, movement, and every prop in the scene. The golden sunlight gives the audience a sense of peace, romance, and a dream-like state. The two scenes suggest the warmth the main character feels for the other character on screen.

Notice the scenes where Carmy stares at Sydney? It's primarily high-key lighting. The scenes ask the audience to take notice of Carmy's perspective as he takes in Sydney.

Oh, and remember this quote from Molly (Claire):

The well-lit moment for Claire and Carmy-The lighting and camera movement at the beginning of the scene suggest the morning after, In 2x08, we get this far-away shot where we can see the window as Claire enters the kitchen.

But suddenly, we're zoomed in on Carmy and Claire's faces - this closeness feels overwhelming. It tells of the hidden dread in their relationship. The dreadfulness is prominent when Carmy gets lost, staring at Claire as he talks about the test.

This reminds me of @currymanganese reblog on the subject of color:

The pink hues overlaid on Claire's scenes(2x09 omelette) in Carmy's panic attack can also represent him trying to look at her with rose-colored glasses/rosy retrospection, and ultimately failing to do so because of the way she reminds him of his family

The exchange of looks is so interesting. Notice Carmy's worry, and Claire's smile drops for a second. The camera's movements tell the audience that Carmy looks at Claire differently. As an artist, he catches every detail of the person. The focus on Claire, what used to bring him peace, disappeared when his family ruined his inspiration and sense of joy.

Now, the table scene:

The sun is beaming through the large windows and lingers around Syd and Carmy. It's the brightest the audience has seen from this season; as the camera moves closer to Carmy and Syd, the table disappears and It's a smoother transition, and we barely notice that the table disappears from view as we're closer to the characters.

Like the scene with Claire, Carmy gets lost in staring at Sydney, but there's no sense of dread. Instead, there's almost a dazed look in his eyes as he takes her in.

Well-lit scenes focus on the dialogue, and we can compare the discussion 2x08 and 2x09- both are about sharing their worries and fears. The difference is that the light remains on Carmy and Sydney, and Carmy is completely focused on Sydney rather than what's happening in his head. The scene gives the audience this soft direction to only focus on Sydney and Carmy's few moments together. The lighting asks us to view Sydney like Carmy sees her- bright, warm, and peaceful. I consider this a positive outlook on what's to come for Syd and Carmy.

Sidebar: Another thing to make note of with cinematography- Andrew Wehde said they make notes of the lighting they want to reappear in episodes- so I'm not too far off in this meta.

Watch more:

The Bear Cinematography

Season 2 panel - this interviews mentions that scenes that's anxiety ridden uses zoom ins* -cue the Carmy Claire scenes.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 1 - 1.4K WC

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Warnings: mention of nudity (not sexualized), innocent reader, frankenstein like plot, arcane tower, Bernard, Soft Astarion and Karlach, Gale featured!, fluffffffffffff

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The lock finally clicked in place, Astarion ripped it away from the door, irritated it took him three tries to get it to cooperate. He ventured into the basement of the Arcane Tower. He was cautious as he picked up random things he considered worth taking. The others were slowly following behind him, still conversing with Bernard. A coffin surrounded by beams of electricity sat in the middle of the basement. Odd, he thought. He pulled the lever on the far wall, deciding he wanted to see what would happen. The beams intensified before they flickered and died out along with the rest of the electricity in the whole tower. The coffin door creaked, sounding as if something was trapped inside. The others finally made their way into the basement, everyone's eyes instantly flicked to him with his hand on the lever before they flicked to the coffin with little bumps sounding from within. 

Karlach rolled her eyes before walking over to the coffin, prying the heavy lid open. Your eyes shot open. You sat up slowly, taking in your surroundings. Your golden irises were captivating and striking against the dim lighting of the room, almost as if they were glowing. You slowly climbed out of the coffin on wobbly legs. Gale averted his eyes due to your very naked form. Bernard made his way to you, shielding your body in a simple robe. Astarion’s eyes took you in, he noticed how you were covered in scars. At every junction - wrists, elbows, neck, knees, etc. scars existed. All of them showing how you had been stitched together. 

“What are they?” he asked as he made his way over to the group.

“A prototype.” Bernard said mechanically. 

“Fascinating!” Gale said once he knew you were covered completely. “But a prototype for what?” 

“A living companion for Lenore.” he stated as he finished furnishing you with appropriate clothing. 

You had the complexion of a drow but your skin tone differed depending on what part of you he was looking at. All shades of cool blues. Your eyes looked at everyone, you walked up to Gale.

“Uhhh, hello?” he said as you touched his clothes and hair, smiling to yourself when you flicked his ear ring.

Karlach laughed until you turned your attention to her, you walked to her softly. You reached up to her horns tugging on them slightly. She giggled at your child like curiosity, bending down slightly for you to inspect them. 

Astarion watched with an annoyed face, this was a waste of time. 

When your eyes saw Karlach’s broken horn your face fell into a sad frown. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed her broken horn. You smiled at her gently, her face was shocked but turned into a smile. Nobody had ever been so gentle with her, it made heat envelop her. 

Finally your eyes landed on Astarion, you walked to him toggling your head back and forth as you inspected him. 

“They have not met anyone besides Lenore.” Bernard spoke, explaining your somewhat strange actions. 

You raised a hand to touch Astarion’s chest, he grabbed your wrist harshly. “No.” 

You pulled your hand to your chest, rubbing your wrist. Your lip quivered as you backed away from him. Astarion felt a small pang in his chest, he didn’t mean to scare you but he was not willing to be touched by a stranger. You moved to hide behind Karlach, glancing at him every once and a while with a wary gaze. 

“Will they be safe without Lenore?” Karlach asked. 

Bernard did not answer, he just stared at you, analyzing you. 

You slipped your hand into Karlach’s, your eyes flicking back and forth between her and the exit. She squeezed your hand and began walking with you to the main floor. Everyone followed. As Karlach began walking out the gates with you Bernard gripped your arm.

“They cannot leave,” he said.

You whined, reaching for Karlach. The desperation in your eyes was something Astarion knew all too well. 

“They aren’t leaving, simply walking to the garden. Are you sure you aren’t malfunctioning?” Karlach said deceptively. 

Bernard released his grip on you, “Analyzing. I will return once I have been recalibrated.” 

You clung to Karlach, following her out of the tower for good. Your eyes explored the marvelous world of the Underdark. You had never left that basement, all of this was fascinating and overwhelming. With a flick of his hand Gale opened a portal. You were hesitant to cross the threshold but with a small beckon from Karlach you followed. No turning back now.

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You gazed at the fire, inching closer to it. The dancing orange flames entranced you, your hand reached out to touch it until a soft hand stopped you. 

“Careful soldier, don’t want you to get burned. Try this.” Karlach said as she put both her palms towards the fire but held them a safe distance away, just enough to warm them. You copied her actions, giggling slightly when you felt the warmth spread from your hands to your arms. 

Astarion watched you with a small smirk. You were the most innocent thing he had ever seen, it was endearing. He noticed the thin layer of dirt and sweat covering you. “I think they need a wash?” he said to Karlach. 

“Do you think you could manage that while I get supper on?” she asked as she sorted through her ingredients. 

Astarion gazed at you before looking at the hot springs in the cave not far off from camp. “I suppose.” he said with a shrug, trying to appear indifferent.

He walked over to you, holding his hand out to you. You followed him without hesitation. Once at the springs Astarion looked at you expectantly, “Well? Go on, take your clothes off and get in.” he said motioning to the pool of steaming water. 

You took your clothes off like he requested before sitting on the very edge of the pool. You tapped the water with your hand, sucking in a sharp breath as you watched the ripples. Astarion’s eyes widened at you, had you never seen or felt water before? He dipped his hand into the water, cupping some before he brought it to your hand. He held it flat, he smiled at you before letting the water from his hand trickle over yours. You gasped before giving him a beaming smile. You slowly made your way into the shallow pool, sighing with relief as you submerged yourself. Your hair clung to you. You watched the dirt slip off you as you scrubbed your arms and legs. 

Astarion sat on the edge of the pool, keeping an eye on you. “Can you talk?” he asked quietly.

You quirked your head at him, unsure of what he was asking. “Do you at least have a name?” he said.

Your face remained confused before he took your hand and placed it against his chest, “Astarion.” he said before moving your hand to your chest. 

You looked between the two of you repeatedly, trying to figure out a response. “Y/N” you mumbled. 

Astarion’s face lit up when he realized you could speak and understand him. Your voice was like honey to him. Soft and sweet. “Y/N” he repeated, liking the way your name felt on his tongue. 

“Astarion.” you said as you placed your hand back on his chest. 

He smiled down at you, “Yes, very good.” he gently pulled your hand away before turning you around in the hot spring and washing your hair. You sighed every now and then, liking the way he touched you. You had never had human contact, it felt strange but good. 

“Would you like to learn how to read? To talk?” he asked as he finished scrubbing the last of the muck off your body. 

You sat and soaked, enjoying the warmth. You nodded at him with a kind smile. 

“We can start tomorrow,” he said.

You let out a long yawn, your eyes drooping. 

“Let's get you some food and then off to bed with you.” he said as he helped you out of the spring before wrapping you in a towel. 

You leaned against him unexpectedly, nuzzling his chest softly. “Astarion.” you said sleepily. 

His heart was melting, it was an unfamiliar sensation. It terrified him but he also felt safe somehow. He smiled, trying to shake the feeling while fighting the urge to relish in it.

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Naboo's Note:

AHHHHHHH!!! So excited to start a new series! I've been coming up with this idea for a hot minute so I really hope everyone enjoys it! I will be trying to post this one regularly while also posting drabbles so please be patient and a little gracious with production as I also work so everything is a bit hectic. Thank you all for your love and support!!! It means the world!!!!!! XOXOXXOOXXOOXOXOXOOXOXOXOOX

[hittos]

𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k words 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: light degradation, dub con, blackmail, Gojo is a Pervert, taking inappropriate pictures without consent 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Upon finding out Gojo has been taking upskirt pictures of you, you are forced to make a deal to get him to get rid of them

If you knew that The Satoru Gojo was obsessed with you, you wouldn't have come to school with no panties today.

It was common knowledge that you were a bit of an airhead, never really paying attention to your surroundings and it’s gotten you into quite a bit of trouble through the years from almost being ran over countless times to getting attacked by curses that should not have been able to even get close to you and not noticing the many, many, many times Gojo was taking upskirt pictures of you.

You could’ve actually gone your whole life never knowing how often he does this to you had he not straight up confessed. In a way. 

You sighed in frustration as you turned the corner of the somewhat obscured spot in the gardens, Gojo asked you to meet him in, “you know we can’t miss class without a good excuse, you’ll get us both kicked out” you angrily cross your arms over your chest, highlighting your cute tits.

“I know, but I need to show you something and it couldn’t wait” he smirked knowingly at your confused face, his eyes ogling your figure behind the safety of his pitch black glasses, “what is it?” you warily inched closer to him as he pulled out his flip phone.

“Look at this” It took you a minute to realize what you were even looking at and as soon as you had the short lived rush of epiphany, the horror quickly coursed through every last crevice of your body, numbing it within seconds. The words died in your mouth as his slender finger brought on an onslaught of pictures of your butt clad in different colored panties in each one. Some were standard cotton panties, others were promiscuous thongs that got swallowed by your pussy lips and butt. He even had a few of your chest with the outline of your nipples visible through your shirt. One after the next like he’s been collecting them under your nose for years (and he has) before finally the phone displayed the very last picture he took. The very worst one of all.

You stared in shock as you saw a picture of your completely bare pussy in the phone of your classmate, not sure what to do or if there even is anything to do, he is the Satoru Gojo after all. You had a million questions running through your head, but the will to ask none. Why would he do this? And more importantly, why would he show you this?

“You’re quite the bold one today, aren’t you?” he smirked, ignoring the look of disbelief and defeat etched on your features, “so are we gonna do this or what?” you shot him a confused glances with your teary eyes, “Oh, don’t play dumb now, you want me to fuck you. That’s why you came here without panties on, right?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you yelled at him, the culmination of all the repressed words stuck in your throat, “you think I had any idea about this?”

He chuckled darkly, frustration beginning to set in, “I know you’re not the brightest, sugar, but there’s no way you’re dumb enough not to have noticed all these years”

“I didn’t, though, I really didn’t notice” you finally released a much needed sob. A silence, save for your sniffles, filled the space as both of you tried to process the new information, “It was a stupid move not to wear panties, you could’ve flashed someone, I mean you know we fight at odd hours” he chided halfhartedly.

“I am not going to flash anyone, Gojo, I’m smarter than this” he snorted sarcastically, “Oh because you’re so known for being smart”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This ditzy, young schoolgirl act isn’t cute, y/n and it’s not fooling anyone” he started, “If you’re so smart then how come you haven’t noticed your shirt is sheer? How come you didn’t notice all the pictures I took of your underwear? How didn’t you figure out that everyone is nice to you because you practically flash them everyday?” he chuckled again at your aghast face, “you haven’t noticed how every student and teacher wants nothing more than to bend you over the nearest desk and fuck you till you’re sore?”

“You’re disgusting, everyone in this school is fucking disgusting” you stomped your foot, ready to storm away, “ and I want you to delete these pictures from your phone” he shrugs casually, “I’ll do it if i’m properly compensated”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” he tilted his head, “Everyone in the school wants to fuck you, I can make a fortune from selling these pictures” he grinned like a sleaze, “not that i need it, but i think it would nurture my entrepreneurial spirit”

“Satoru, you cannot show these to anyone” you demanded through gritted teeth

“Oh relax, nothing they haven’t seen before” he teased, much to your embarrassment, “but as I said i’ll get rid of them if you properly compensate me”

“Fine” you yelled in frustration, “you win, how much do you want”

He grinned manically, “we both know you can’t afford what these pictures are truly worth, but you know, if you let me have the real thing, it will devalue the pictures” he brushed his hand through your hair mesmerizingly, “so what do you say?”

It’s not like you really had a choice here. If you didn’t do this, your name would be tarnished forever and you’d probably have to drop out from Jujutsu Tech entirely and probably leave the country and live in shame for the rest of your life. You nodded hesitantly, which was all the confirmation he needed before he laid you down on the grass and flipped up your skirt, revealing your coveted cunt. 

Gojo smirked to himself as soon as he saw your pussy glistening with arousal, “Aww you like being used for your body?” he asked as he rubbed tight circles around your cute clit. Your face suddenly got unbearably hot at his comment causing you to mumble a shut up, which reached his ear, “whatever the lady wants” he grinned before fumbling to remove his uniform pants.

“There’s no way this is going to fit inside me” your eyes widened as he unsheathed his dripping cock from the mess of fabrics, “there’s only one way to find out” he dismissed your concerns, not wasting any time before lining up his angry red tip with your wet hole, “promise I’ll be gentle,” he consoled before finally pushing in.

You screamed at the slow invasion, his massive cock brutally stretching out your tiny pussy. He was only halfway in but you already felt ready to explode from how intensely he’s stuffing you, “deep, d-deep. Please, It’s too deep” but Gojo only smiled sadistically, every mewl and scream out of you only stroked his ego further, “you can take it, bitch” he emphasized his insult with a few more inches inside your stuffed hole, “by the time I’m done with you, your pretty pussy will have been molded around my dick perfectly.

By the time Gojo finally bottomed out inside you, your body was already spent from the intense stretch, but there was no time to let you relax or adjust since class would end in less than 15 minutes and it would defeat the whole point entirely if someone saw you two fucking in the gardens.

His hips strutted back and then came crashing down in quick succession, your sobs only made him want to go faster, he never would have guessed hearing you cry would be so hot to him, but crying just makes your pussy feel warmer and every time you hiccup your abused hole tightens around him. Anyone would rather have you crying around their cock, if he’s going to be honest.

Your poor pussy aches from being pounded by a cock a size too big to fit inside, but all you could do was lie back on the grass, keep your legs open and bide your time till you’ve paid your dues. Though, you would be lying if you said that it didn’t also feel good. The way his precum slicks against your gummy walls as his hot tip bullys the confines of your cervix, subconsciously looking for the optimal place to blow his load inside you to maximize his chances of getting you pregnant.

It only occurred to you to warn him that your womb is unprotected when his badgering cock had already fucked your ability to talk out of your feeble body. You hated how cocky he looked as he abused your pussy, you wondered how long he had dreamed of getting you like this or how many times he fucked his cock in his fist while looking at the obscene pictures he took of you.

There was no build up to your orgasm, it snuck up on you all too suddenly, leaving you howling and shaking at the intense wave of euphoria hurtling through your body. His didn’t come too far after yours. The pressure from your spasming hole finally made him spray your insides with his sperm, the fatigue setting in for the both of you.

Gojo pulled out after both of you relaxed from your highs, his cum rushing quickly after him.

“Delete the pictures now” you demanded as you readjusted your clothes and brushed off the grass clinging onto the back of your sweaty thigh, “I’ll delete some of them now” he fished for his phone from his back pocket, “what do you mean some of them? Delete them all. That was the agreement”

“No,” he interrupted, “I said letting me fuck you will devalue them not make them worthless” one glance at the look on your face and Gojo knew to turn on Infinity before you actually lunge at him, “so how long before you delete all the pictures”

“I don’t know” he shrugged, “until there’s no more pictures to delete or until I get bored of fucking this sweet pussy of yours, though I doubt that will ever happen” he pocketed his phone again before turning to leave, “You should hurry though, graduation is right around the corner”

[perexcri]

fic recs!!

i woke up to being on a couple of fic rec lists and really appreciated it, so i wanted to capitalize on the nice energy and make a list of some of my own favs that i've read recently that i didn't necessarily see on the other lists :D check these out because they have some of the best prose/plots/characterization that i've read in the fandom :] 💜

one soft infested summer (M, 18k+, 3/7 ongoing) by @wheelersboy - this one is perfect for all the highler fans out there! it's got stoner byler of course, a music festival, lots out camping, and some really amazing writing! i started it just for the fun stoner vibes because Why Not, but i'm staying for the beautiful writing and the really complex and delicate relationship mike and will have in this one

Light Sleepers (T, 15k+, 2/6 ongoing) by @helioleti - WillEl-centric fic set during the time gap between the end of s3 and the beginning of s4 that explores their dynamic and their respective problems with mike, all while trying to cope with moving across the country from everything they know. each chapter is meant to reflect a certain stage of grief, which fits so well with all the complicated emotions everyone is going through!

drank my poison all alone (T, 4k, one-shot) by silverluminoqity - mike gets vecna'd and has to face his past self who's ashamed of who he's grown up to be, and my dudes the writing goes SO HARD. by far one of the best mike gets vecna'd fics i've read with such a good take on his character

star eater (T, >1k, one-shot) by @lowlightt - another fic where the writing does not play. honestly if you have a few minutes, READ THIS FIC. it's mostly just a confrontation between will and vecna, but it's so so powerful and impactful. and again, i cannot state it enough: the writing is AMAZING

tell me again (you said yes) (M, 32k, 3/3 complete) by @willow-lark - hey remember when cleradin was like a Thing for a brief second a few months ago? well if you miss those vibes, or if you just like great writing and some of the best weaving of canon into a fantasy au i've ever read, please look no further than this fic (and it's first part, fireball him! (cast protection)). i love this one dearly and enjoyed the wonderful ways Lark wove canon (specifically s1) into such a different setting, plus it was nice to see many of the other characters play a role in the events. beautiful, astounding, heart-wrenching - and did i mention there's an elopement 👀

In Undertow (M, 17k+, 3/6 on-going) by @souverian-are-we - this and one soft infested summer have become my summer byler reads~ when i say i love this fic, i mean you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands 🥰 we've got estranged byler, jancy engagement with some stoncy going on in the background, and most of the characters still reeling from the consequences of their final battle with the upside down. it's all set at a lake house, which provides some breathtaking/atmospheric writing that this author uses to their advantage. it has some of my favorite scenes i've ever read in fic too, ones that have literally taken my breath away

california show your teeth (T, 77k+, 10/19 on-going) by @fireflywitch - what if the Byers and Hopper families were from Lenora and moved to Hawkins? this fic takes this one simple premise and turns it into one of my favorite fics i've ever had the pleasure of following along with. it essentially functions as a retelling of s1 and s2, gives almost every main character that's been featured in the show thus far a lot of time and space for their own plots, all while culminating into one larger story underneath. i don't think i've read a fic quite like this one in terms of its scope, plotting, and characterization, because there are a lot of moving parts, but this author goes above and beyond. i cannot recommend it enough

all i know is pouring rain (and everything has changed) (T, 3k, one-shot) by @willelfanpage - i think i read this one at the beginning of my workday while i was running some report on my computer and had to go about the rest of my day as if everything was fine ahah :'D seriously though, it's 3k words that pack an emotional punch all while examining will's relationship to rain. the writing is just gorgeous, and it's a character study that i haven't really seen done before, which was quite enjoyable~

Chasing Heartlines by (T, 7k+, 1/2 on-going) @cherryisgone - if you liked Tip-Toeing on Lilypads then may i direct you to its sequel, which features so much pining mike that he might as well be a tree? again, if you like cleradin/fantasy aus, then Cherry my beloved has you covered 💜 it fits so neatly with Lilypads and provides some fun contrast between will and mike~

Touch Me Like You Know Me (M, 15k, 4/4 complete) by @starsarefire824 - this exists in the rare pantheon of fics that actually made me cry. imagine an estranged byler reunion with all the emotions turned up to an eleven, and lots of lingering on lost time and how life sometimes takes us places we never thought we'd go. it's absolutely beautiful and is a classic to me :]

come back to me and forgive everything (T, 78k, 18/18 complete) by @howtobecomeadragon - i saw a lot about this one when it was on-going but am only just now getting around to reading it, and all i can say is why did it take me so long to get to it :') this author does such a good job of writing will and mike's relationship with a lot of nuance and complexity while still managing to make them feel like the teenagers they are. basically, will has to spend every july at lonnie's house in indianapolis, and for this summer in particular, the event is a lot more emotionally impactful for both mike and will. there's lots of emotional depth, the complexities of coming out and/or realizing you're queer, and, at the heart of it, how two friends try to mend things between each other. it's so soft and sweet

that's all i've got for now!! i'm quickly running out of time on my lunch break :'D also haven't been writing as much, but it's been fun to read more and relax a bit. hope you guys enjoy these because they're genuinely some of the best stuff i've had the pleasure to read in a while 💜💜💜

[acidxinxwonderland]

you're bound to get burnt

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: On an outing to meet your friends for dinner with Freddy, you find yourself getting a bit frisky underneath the table. This inevitably leads you to a punishment from your lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, bottom reader, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Discipline, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Butt Plugs, you made feddy angy, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock A/N: Long time no see! I have brought you a meal right off the stove, it's a big one too!

This poor one shot has been sitting on the back burner for far too long, finally got the motivation to finish it.

It's not completely polished, I'm quite sicky and my head feels funny. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

AO3 link if that's more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475623

Tonight was the night to celebrate one of your friends, Emily, graduating from college. It was just a small get together, you, Freddy and a handful of others were heading to a nice restaurant to share some drinks and talk over good food. 

There was no denying you’re elated, a bounce in your step as the two of you walk hand in hand to the main entrance. Every time you frantically looked up at Freddy you could see his eyes laden with both adoration and amusement, he couldn’t blame you; it was only a few months ago Freddy’s sentience was proven and he gained rights. Since it was all so fresh, the two of you haven’t been out together very often, it was basically like dating a celebrity. 

Yet this was the night for you to dress up and spend time with your boyfriend, who can’t eat, but at least gains gratification for you enjoying a simple pleasure of life such as this one. You had a feeling this was going to be perfect.

The two of you walk into the restaurant and not to your surprise, heads turn. Freddy immediately stops in place once he notices all the eyes on the both of you, leaning down to talk quietly near your ear.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with…” His glowing optics dart around the room. “All these eyes?” 

You look around yourself, a heavy feeling settles on your chest at the people who were blatantly staring at the two of you or trying their best to avoid the sight. You almost regretted everything, wearing your prettiest dress and doing your makeup, helping Freddy pick out a nice button up and pants to wear. Although you feel a squeeze on your hand from the bear and all those strong feelings are pushed down as you look up to see kind optics. 

“We can turn around if need be.” He was confident in his words, showing that he was willing to do anything to keep you comfortable. 

You feel that familiar flutter in your heart, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with Freddy in the first place.

“You know what? Fuck it.” You finally say, looking forward only to be brought right back to him with the squeeze of your hand that was clearly a warning. 

“Language, superstar.” His tone was mixed with both sternness and admiration, you give him an apologetic smile. “Although I am very proud of you for pushing through this. We got this.” 

You nod your head firmly. “Yeah we do. Let’s get in there and kill it!” 

“Yes! Although without killing anything, preferably.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as the two of you finally make your way to the server. You couldn’t tell if he was doing a really good job at keeping it all together or if he truly just didn’t care less about Freddy’s presence. 

Once you give him your friend's name he leads you to the table. It was a bit secluded in the corner, your friends already sitting around the large, round table and looking down at their menus. 

“There you guys are!” Emily says with a big smile, rising from her seat to give you a warm embrace.

“Hey! Congratulations.” You reply, taking a step back to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, couldn't have done it without your emotional support.” The ginger glances at Freddy, smiling warmly. “And you too big guy - get over here.” 

“We are always happy to help.” Freddy envelopes Emily into a hearty hug, leaving a big smile on your face from the heart warming sight.

After exchanging greetings with your three other friends, Freddy graciously pulls out a chair for you. As you take your seat he settles down beside you. 

There is a big smile on your face, you probably looked ridiculous despite the loving look the animatronic bear had on his features that told you otherwise. Part of you wishes it was just the two of you but you know this won’t be the last time you dine out with him. 

Drawing your chair closer to him, a pang of sympathy hits you—wishing he could partake in something as simple as enjoying a meal. He always insists he's content just watching you savor each bite, but you can't shake off the lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“What should I have?” You hum out, enjoying the way your arms brushed together. “All of this doesn’t seem very… Appetizing.”

“Of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t my cooking.” He says in this playful tone. “Hm… Why not the cheeseburger? You always seem to enjoy that!” 

“Mm, yeah, but only when you make it. You really did ruin other people making food for me.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer towards his metal frame. “You’ll be alright.” 

You enjoy the closeness, his perfect mechanized laugh and the coolness of his metal that invigorates you. It was safe to say you’re utterly in love, with other relationships the honeymoon stage has never lasted this long. 

A waiter comes by to take your orders, he was close to asking what Freddy wanted but evidently stopped himself. It wasn’t long until your food came to the table, your cheese burger looked decent enough. Your friends immediately called you out for ordering something so simple but like always, Freddy went right on their cases, speaking in a matter of fact tone why you chose what you wanted. 

Conversation around the table flows seamlessly and you find yourself having a wonderful time, relishing in the company of others but especially Freddy’s. He was just so close to you, sometimes it made you frustrated how hard your heart still pounds whenever you’re near.

Irrevocably in love is what you are, nothing could hold a flame towards how you feel about him; of all of the people in the world you chose him to be your life partner. You appreciate him and everything he does, and now more than ever you have the desire to show him just how much you worshiped him.

An idea sparks in your mind, a very daring one. A plan that might catch Freddy off guard, yet welcome it all at the same time. With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you prepare to turn this thought into action.

Your hand starts off by just laying on his large thigh, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but once you trailed up a little more his head snapped over to you. You look up at him to give him a soft smile only to be greeted with a look of warning in glowing blue eyes. A gaze you know all too well. 

There was something that always bubbled up whenever he looked at you like this, a feeling of pure defiance. You turn your attention back to your friends, acting as if you were doing nothing wrong as your hand nudged upwards just a little further. 

You’re getting close to what you desire to touch, feeling your thighs push together at the mere thought of his heavy cock. You are having a hard time keeping focus, your pinkie just about to brush against him until you hear a deep, gravelly voice whisper against your ear, “You know very well you’re playing with fire superstar. Are you looking to get burnt?” 

There is a hard shiver that runs up your spine, the dominance clear in his words. It was tantalizing, fueling your insatiable need to continue.

You give him an innocent look, not only to look inconspicuous for your friends but also to drag out that low growl that rumbled through Freddy’s metallic chest. You drag your hand up, biting back the gasp once you feel how hard he already was through his pants.   

He gives you a glare as your lips tug up into a smug smile. You give his growing bulge a small squeeze and his eyes widen, it was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

Freddy’s giant metal paw wraps around your wrist tightly, instead of pushing it off he pushes your hand down. You bite down on your lower lip at the feeling of the outline of his cock, it took everything in your power to not leave right then and there so he can have his way with you.

The plan you had in mind keeps you in your seat, Freddy was easily sexually frustrated, it was understandable due to experiencing pleasure recently. Despite it being a bit fresh to him, he was practically a god in bed. It wasn’t easy for either of you when it came to keeping your hands off of each other. 

So you continue this process of teasing him throughout the entire dinner, you do good in acting as if nothing was happening. You talk to the others with ease, feeling a sense of confidence from your ministrations, it was one of the few times you had power over him. He couldn’t do anything, just sit there suppressing low groans that barely reach your eyes. 

You know you’re in for it later but right now it feels very much worth it. You teeter on the dangerous side, giving him firm squeezes when he converses with your friends, sometimes his words come out strangled, having to apologize and blaming it on a voice box error. 

You keep up this sweet torture till the very end of your dinner, you can feel Freddy’s frustration with you as he gives a short goodbye to the others. You give Emily one last hug before taking his hand to guide him out of the restaurant. His grip around yours was tight, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you should be a bit worried about what will happen later on in the night. 

Once you are outside with the clear starry sky above your head you go towards the large van with Freddy. While you pull the keys out from your purse and go to open the door you feel his large hand placed firmly on your shoulder. Just as you look back at him you are spun around and pushed up against the side of the van.

You look up to see blue optics staring harshly down at you, a disgruntled look on Freddy’s features. 

“I should have known you were going to misbehave.” A low growl leaves him after, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

You feel giddy from his reaction, clearly your mission was a success but you weren’t done just yet. “What ever do you mean? I’d say I have been nothing but perfect.” You bat your lashes, wanting to fuel his frustrations.  

He pushes you harder up against the van, leaning in with a dangerous look in his eyes that was ever so enticing. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You do realize what’s going to happen right?” One of the hands on your shoulders trails up your neck tenderly before thick fingers enclosed around your throat. He gives a soft squeeze as his voice comes out in a low, dangerous tone. “You are going to be ruined once I’m done with you.” 

He uses enough pressure to restrict your airway, the feeling brings a sense of pleasure to wash over you. Your face grows red, your smile only widening as you reveled in his predatory stare. “Is that a p-promise?”  

“You know it is.” He lets go of your neck and you take in a small breath of air. “Get in, now. I do not want a word out of you until we are home.” 

Freddy’s dominant energy was always overpowering, it was easy for you to fall into obedience when he used a certain tone with you that brought you to your knees. You turn around, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you get in the van and fasten your seatbelt. 

He gets in and grabs the keys from your hand, silently fuming as he starts the ignition and smoothly drives out of the parking lot. 

You begin to play with the end of your dress as a million scenarios go through your head. What was he going to do to you? It had to be good. You capture your bottom lip with your teeth as your eyes fall onto the large bulge in his pants, he was still just as hard as before. You yearned to touch it once again, to feel its outline and hear Freddy to let out the hottest noises. 

“Eyes forward.” His harsh tone pulls you out of your trance, you can’t help but give him a slight glare before looking straight ahead. He then lets out a hum of approval, taking one of his hands off the wheel to place it on your knee. The bear rubs circles into your skin, you know it was his way of telling you that he actually wasn’t mad at you, you already are very well aware he liked playing these types of games with you. 

So what was the harm in continuing it? Despite how good the silent praise you just got for obeying felt, you still had this need to keep pushing it. You keep your eyes trained on the windshield ahead of you, placing your hand on his. You start to guide him slowly up your thigh, he doesn’t move away despite knowing what you are doing. 

Out of the corner of your vision you see him glancing over at you as you inch his hand closer and closer to your aching cunt. 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” His tone was gruff, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that makes a small gasp escape your lips. “You’ve been such a bad girl… I’m trying my absolute best to not pull over and take you right now.” 

The mere thought of him deep inside of you made your thigh tense underneath his touch. You know even though he was speaking to you, it did not mean you were allowed to talk back, yet right now you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s stopping you then?” As soon as you ask he squeezes your thigh again, harder this time, eliciting the smallest trace of pain.. 

“Superstar.” Freddy says dangerously. “Quiet. I am not telling you again, stop making this worse for yourself.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. You finally do as you're told, not saying a thing as he continues to drive the two of you back home. You become more fidgety once he pulls into the driveway, taking off your seatbelt and immediately getting out of the van. You walk inside of the house with him trailing behind you, feeling exhilarated once you look back to see the fiery look on his face. 

“Bedroom.” He demands and you nod your head, turning around and going straight to the room the two of you share. 

As soon as the two of you enter, Freddys large hand wraps around the back of your neck, you shiver from the metal on your skin as he brings you to the bed. He pushes you down harshly, kicking your feet apart while growling out as he pulls your dress up. “I want your hands behind your back, and I want you to keep them there.” 

As soon as you move your hands in position you feel his hand coming down onto your ass. You let out a loud gasp from the impact, your body being pushed forward as you are left with a stinging sensation on your skin. 

“What were you thinking?” He asks, swatting your other cheek. “The few times we are out in public you decide to pull a stunt like this?” Another swat. 

“I-I just couldn���t help myself!” Freddy spanks you again after you speak, causing you to hiss out from the way it burned. 

“Oh? Is that your excuse?” He runs his hand over your now red skin. “That you have no self control?” 

“Y-yes!” You choke out, craning your neck to look back at him. “You just… Looked so nice tonight.” 

He gives you a stern look and you return it with a sheepish smile. He places your hand on your head, shoving your face back down onto the mattress, groping at your burning flesh. 

“Compliments are not going to get you anywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not ravage you as soon as I saw you in this pretty, tight dress? Yet I was still able to show some restraint, to not risk getting in trouble at a restaurant.” Freddy spanks you again, making you yelp out. “Hold still.” 

You then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. You feel a sense of nervousness, not knowing what he was going to do with it until he began to wrap it around your wrist. He pulls tight, the leather biting into your skin and causing you to let out a grunt. 

“There we go…” His hand goes up and down your back soothingly, he never fails to give you loving gestures even in his ‘scary’ moments. “I do not want you moving an inch, you understand me?” 

“Y-yes.” You murmur out, feeling your face become unbearably warm as you shove it into the mattress below you. You don’t dare to look back as you hear him walking away for only a short moment, the sound of a cap opening and something squirting out hits your ears. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls your panties down to your knees, letting out a guttural groan just from the mere sight of you. 

“You’re going to take what’s given to you. Not a single complaint out of your pretty little mouth.” 

You nod your head, a small gasp emits from you once you feel something cold and wet push in between your ass. You only realized it was a butt plug once he began pushing it past your ring of muscles. You groan out against the sheets as it goes inside of you.

“There we go, that’s a good girl.” Freddy lets out a small hum, rubbing his hands along your ass before giving it another hard spank. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, superstar. To think we are just getting started.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding you to stand up and spinning you around. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Maybe you should be a little more scared but you can’t help but think he is unbelievably handsome with the way his optics bore into you. 

“Initially I was going to make your pretty bottom bright red until you were begging for mercy but I realize I need something to tide me over.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before dragging it downward. “So I’m going to put your bratty mouth to use.” With that he pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your hair again and shoving your face against the front of his pants. 

“This is what you were wanting, right? Wanted the big scary bear to come out and show you your place?” He hums out in a chilling tone, rubbing his bulge against you. “Take it off.” Your brows knit together, with your hands bound there was not much you could do. “With your teeth.” 

You look up, having to stop yourself from giving him a glare before nodding your head. Your face was a bright red, feeling a bit embarrassed as you used your mouth to get to his zipper. You bring the piece of metal in between your teeth, pulling it down to the bottom. Pulling your head back you stare at the red boxers, not knowing where to go from here.

You hear him chuckle above you. “How cute…” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair. “Is this part too hard for you? Need some of my help?” 

You timidly nod your head, breath hitching in your throat as you watch him unbutton his pants and slowly pull it down. His heavy cock springs out, a simulated sigh of relief escaping from him.

You giggle, knowing he was so relieved because of how long you’ve been teasing him. Freddy’s optics then zone in on you, his soft touch turning rough once again as he jerks your face towards him. He grabs the base, rubbing the head against your lips. 

“Open wide, tongue out.” 

You obey his orders, keeping your eyes on his as you lull your tongue out. He guides your head onto his cock, the textured underside sliding against your tongue as he pushes his length inch by inch. He was so big, the girth stretching your lips as he made you take as much as you can. 

His head hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to be triggered. A low groan escapes him from the feeling, keeping you there for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

“Mm… Your mouth feels so good around me, my precious star, the thought of destroying your throat until you could barely speak sounds like pure ecstasy.” His words cause your already wet cunt to pulsate, yearning to please him in any way possible. 

Just as you begin to feel light headed Freddy pulls and pushes you on his cock with the grip on your hair. He goes slowly, seemingly wanting to watch the way you take him.

Soft groans left his muzzle, although it was clear his patience was running thin as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“There we go, look at you, taking me so well.” The grip on your hair tightens, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. You sputter and gag around him, tears welling up in your eyes while he lets out a dark chuckle. “It’s not too much for you, is it? Mm… I thought this is what you were wanting?” 

He shoves himself as far as he can down your throat, your eyes widening as you feel yourself getting more dizzy by the second. Just as it was about to get too much he begins the motions of thrusting deep and hard, making you bop your head back and forth to meet him every single time. 

All you can do is sit there and take it as he grunts and growls, gripping harder at your hair till it is teetered on the edge of pain. He begins to become louder, one of the many signs that he was getting close. You feel a deep sense of excitement, desperately wanting him to spill his seed down your throat but before you get the chance he tugs you off his cock with a wet pop. 

You gasp out once you are able to properly breath, panting harshly as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

His eyes darken at the sight of you, leaning down and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Look at you ruining your makeup.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can’t wait to see how you look once I’m through with you.” 

“T-there’s more?” You rasp, your chest rising and falling.  

“Oh superstar… We are far from over.” His loving caress on your cheek turns into a rough hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as he leads you to your feet. 

Once again you are pushed down on the bed, Freddy wastes not even a fraction of a second as he pushes up your legs until your knees are bent, keeping you nice and spread for him. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the sight before him, looking at you as if you were a meal. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He lets out a low groan as his finger traces your slick folds, purposefully not going any further. “You poor thing… All of this torture without any form of stimulation, you must be so restless.” Your body squirms as his metal finger brushes against your slit, letting out a long whine from the teasing. You try to push your hips forward but just like clockwork Freddy’s free hand grabs your waist and pushes you back down onto the bed with a strong force. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone becomes harsh, squeezing at your skin. “You know better.” 

“S-sorry.” You murmur timidly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he continues to play with your outer folds. “Just… Just need you so bad.” 

“Well you should have thought of that, hm?” He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, getting a good view of your dripping wet hole. “God… You’re twitching.” He seems memorized by the sight below him, one of his fingers brushing against your engorged clit. 

A gasp falls from your lips at the small stimulation, the anticipation being too much to bear as he gives your aching clit feather light touches. 

“Such a pretty little thing… Do you know what I’m going to do with this sweet pussy of yours?” His finger finally presses down firmly, not moving an inch as you shake your head in response. “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over. Even when you’re crying and begging for release I won’t give in.” Freddy does the smallest of movements against your nub, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Hopefully this will put you back in your place…” He leans forward, his eyes darkening. “Below me.” 

He withdraws his hands, a long whine of pure frustration leaving your lips from the sense of loss. You are getting more and more pent up by the second, watching him with needy eyes as he grabs the bottle of lube and a wand vibrator sitting beside you. 

“T-the vibrator?!” You frown, feeling a bit worried. “That's so strong…” 

Freddy lets out a chuckle of amusement as he opens the lube and pours it on his fingers. “Oh I know superstar, I know exactly how you’ll react to it.” 

He brings one of his thick metal fingers to your entrance, tracing the edges before prodding the tip against you. You bite down on your bottom lip, spreading your thighs further to encourage him. 

Finally he begins to push in inch by inch, making you let out a pleasurable sigh of relief. He keeps it still, wiggling it back and forth before beginning to push in and out at a slow pace. 

“The urge to skip the preparations and shove right into you is stronger than ever with the way you clench around me like this.” He adds a second finger in as he speaks, giving you a thorough stretch. 

“Mm.. P-please, I need your cock so bad.” You let out small whimpers, feeling yourself unravel from the thick fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You are insane if you think you have any sort of say in this.” 

You give him a small, cheeky smile. “Mm… I don’t think that’s true, you can give in pretty easily with the right amount of pressure.” 

Freddy’s fingers still inside of you, his gaze turning into a stern glare that made your blood run cold. 

“Of course, even now you have to push my buttons.” He presses his fingers into you hard, a small grunt emits from you. “I wasn’t going to go too hard on you but now…” He uses his free hand, grabbing the vibrator and turning it as high as it goes. “Now you’re in for it.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he begins to thrust his fingers once again, yet this time at a brutal pace. Your mouth falls open each time his fingers brushed up against your g-spot and once the vibrator was pressed up against your clit it was game over for you. 

Your back arches up against the mattress below you, an electric jolt cascading throughout your being while he firmly keeps the vibrator down onto you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, looking down at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” His teasing tone made you want to bite back but the knot forming in your stomach was making you lose all train of thought. 

Your orchestra of moans only grows, feeling the muscles in your thighs grow taut. Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge Freddy stops his ministrations immediately, pulling off the vibrator and halting his fingers. 

He always knew when you were about to cum, he knew every single sign.

Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a groan of unadulterated frustration pushing past your lips. 

“Freddy!” You whine out, trying to sit up despite your binded hands. 

“You stay still.” His command makes you freeze, letting out a huff as you glare up at the ceiling. “You know very well you can take it.” Once he feels as though you’ve cooled down enough he begins to move inside of you again. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? To reap the rewards of obedience?” 

An unabashed moan is ripped from your throat as he brings the vibrator back down, your walls clench down instinctively around his thick digits, the feeling of an orgasm climbing once again. As soon as he recognizes you getting close he stops, leaving you feeling incredibly hot underneath your skin. 

You look at him with glazed eyes, a pout on your lips. “Please Freddy, I’m sorry- ah!” Your words were cut off once he placed the toy back on your engorged clit.

“You’re too late for that. If you wanted a sweet release you should have behaved during dinner.” He growls out in that low tone that drives you insane with desire. 

It was all getting so overwhelming, especially when he took it off once again, only giving you a few seconds to calm down before pressing it right back down. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this, you wanted to beg for more but you knew it would only make things worse. 

Just as you were about to reach your climax for the fourth time Freddy stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop.

You look up at him with watery eyes and a pout on your lips, shifting in place to feel your arms have fallen asleep behind you from being bound together by the belt. It was uncomfortable, becoming almost painful. 

“F-Freddy… I’m sorry but my arms…” You trail off, looking to the side. 

“Are they hurting?” You nod your head. “Alright, sit up.” 

No matter what Freddy always wanted to make sure you are comfortable, one of the many things you love about him. 

You struggle to sit upright, shuffling on the bed awkwardly to adjust your position to grant him better access. His actions are swift, nimble fingers unwrapping the belt. The moment your hands are released a sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you instinctively reach to massage your tender skin. However, he brings your wrists into his grip, encircling them once more with the binding belt.

A pout forms on your lips from your freedom being taken away, looking up at him to whine. Yet all words on your tongue became a forgotten memory as he pinned you back down with your arms above your head. 

“Did you truly think I would allow you such freedom?” Freddy purrs in a low tone, a deep chuckle admitting from him. “You really do think I’m soft, don’t you?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve been edged so many times and your brain was complete mush you would have said yes, but now the only thing you could think of was his cock filling you up and making you scream. 

You shake your head. “N-no! I don’t, I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Just, please…” You whimper out, giving him a pleading look. 

Freddy brushes his muzzle against your lips, a simulated sigh of satisfaction leaving his voice box. “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He leans back, using his free hand to grab the lube and slick up his heavy cock. “Looks like I finally broke you down, hm?” 

He removes his hand from your own, yet you knew that did not give you permission to move them. You stay still, not willing to risk the chances of getting it all taken away from you as he lines himself up with your entrance. His large hand encloses firmly around one of your hips, dragging the tip up and down your folds. 

“Are you ready superstar?” He rubs a circle into your skin with his thumb.

You give an eager nod of your head, never have you needed something so bad. You keep your glazed over eyes trained on him as his thick head pushed into your entrance, a sharp moan escapes your lips as he sinks inch by inch in. The stretch was just what you needed as his heavy cock pressed into you. Your body stretches and accommodates for his size, walls clenching possessively around him.

“Please.” You manage to beg through clenched teeth, caught in the storm of pleasure taking over your body. Freddy lets out a grunt in response, snapping his hips forward until he is balls deep. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, eyes widening from the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. 

“You’re so tight. So perfect.” He groans, pulling his hips back half way before shoving himself in again, keeping himself still. “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing. Finally giving you what you’ve been begging for yet all you want is more.” 

You let out a whimper, a pout on your lips that makes Freddy chuckle with adoration. “You are just too precious. I’ll give you what you want, my little star, but on my terms, you’re going to let me use this perfect hole for how I see fit.” “Y-yes,” There was no more fighting from you, the blistering flames of submission and arousal were too high by now. “Please, use me as much as you need. I-I’m yours.” Freddy seems nothing but satisfied, as a reward he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Beg for it then, tell me how much you need this, how you are here to pleasure me and me alone.” 

“I need it so bad F-Freddy, your dick is all I think about. It’s all I n-need. I want you to use me like I’m your whore.” You were so caught up in it all, so desperate that you didn’t even realize the colorful language you used. To your luck it seemed like something snapped inside of Freddy once you called yourself such a name. 

Freddy withdraws his hips then slams himself right in, if it wasn’t for the hand on your hip you would have been pushed up the bed. His thrusts were sloppy and fast, forcing loud moans and gasps out of her throat. 

“You feel incredible. So… Incredible.” He groans out between thrusts, each one making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

His free hand falls upon your clothed breast, giving it an eager squeeze as your moans mixed in with his. “Want to hear you scream for me, want the whole world to remember exactly who you belong to.” Your head spun, the way he dragged in and out of you at a breakneck speed brought tears to your eyes. “Oh, oh my god!” You gasp out, wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could grab on to anything, to have some sort of anchor amidst this storm of pleasure. “S-so… So much!” 

Freddy chuckles darkly at your words, his claws digging into your hip. “Is it too much for you superstar? This is what you were wanting, you made it very clear. There is no backing down now.” To make matters worse, he removed his paw from your breast and brought it down between your thighs. His thumb wasted no time finding your clit, expeditiously rubbing at the aching bud that made your limbs twitch. Every sensation became magnified - from the feeling of his hard cock filling your depths to the delicious friction of overstimulated nerves. 

Your back arches off the bed, sobs wracking through your body as you are consumed by the intensity of it all. You feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so quick that you couldn’t even warn him besides yelling out his name. Wave after wave hits you like a roaring sea, throwing your head back as you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. He rubs you through it, but of course, he wasn’t planning to stop there. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice?” He grunts out, plunging inside of you with pure force. You writhe and whimper underneath him, staring into blue optics through blurry vision as overstimulation quickly takes over. “Freddy- ah! Freddy please!” You plead, not even knowing what you were begging for. Did you want more? Did you want him to slow down? In the end it didn’t matter what you wanted, you were only able to take what was given to you. Optics staring down at you with pure satisfaction while he quickly brought you to the brink of another orgasm. 

“Please wh-what?” His voice box glitched once he asked the question, a tell tale sign he was getting close. “Please make you cum again? Please fill you up?” He chuckles, snapping his hips into you and making you yelp. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to give you my all.” He leaned in till his face was a mere inch away from yours, keeping that swift pace. “Who do you belong to?” 

His commanding tone reverberates in your ears, fueling the desire that made you yearn to obey him. “You, I-I belong to you! I’m yours, all yours.” You speak between loud cries, your own words not registering as that coil tightens in your stomach once again. “Ah!” You cum again, harsher than the last, your legs kicking in the air as your cunt convulses around him. 

“G-good- Good girl. That’s my good sta-ar.” He only manages to squeeze out his words of praise before a loud groan escapes him. He pushes himself all the way inside of you that causes you to gasp as rope after rope of his synthetic seed covers your walls. 

Your body goes lax against the bed once he stills, panting harshly as your limbs twitch and move on their own accord. It was as if time itself stopped, both of you stuck in the same position while recovering from the passionate moment.  

“Are you alright?” Freddy finally asks, pride in his tone. 

You open your eyes, not even realizing you’ve shut them as you manage to muster a weak smile. “A-amazing.” You breathe out. 

“Good, I was worried for a moment.” Large paws come up to your bound wrists, swiftly unwrapping the belt and tossing it to the side. He then takes your hands into his own, massaging the red imprints. “You did such a wonderful job taking your punishment. I am very proud of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, just like it always does when he says such sweet things. “You think so? I thought I was being pretty naughty.” He chuckles, “A bit, yes. But you caved a lot quicker than what I had calculated.” Thick arms then slide underneath you, pulling you up against his metal torso as his muzzle lightly brushed against your forehead. 

“Calculated… You calculated this?” You ask in disbelief, were you just completely out of it or did he really ‘crunch the numbers’? “Of course I did, on the way home. Although plans changed, I still knew what I had in mind.” While talking he lifted you up, swapping positions so he could sit down on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of you. “You’re unbelievable.” You laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “I suppose, but so are you.” He places another kiss upon your forehead, running a hand through your hair. “You know I was never mad at you, right?” 

“Of course Freddy, I know this was all a part of our game.”  He always had to check in with you every time, you thought it was nothing short of sweet. “You were… Really hot.” “Yeah? Not as much as you.” He hums, pulling you even closer. “I believe you deserve a reward now, how about a nice bath and then I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” You are clearly pleased by this idea, melting into his embrace. “With a movie?” 

“Of course with a movie, my starlet.” 

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 8 ~ Panic Room

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 1

✧ Word Count : 4.2k

In this chapter ~ When the group pushed even harder for answers about the outbreak as a whole, Jenner gives them the harsh and ugly truth. One that they clearly weren't expecting to hear. But the man didn't stop there as they were all suddenly locked inside the large building, the entire thing going into self-destruct mode. It left all of them terrified, wondering if there was any way out of the danger they seemed to walk right into.

"Give me a playback of TS-19." Jenner commanded out loud as he walked into the large room.

Our footsteps echoed around the giant space, filled with lines and lines of computers and a giant screen in the middle of the back wall on full display. Everything in here looked expensive and new, like there were many doctors and smart people in here at one point trying to do everything they could when the outbreak hit. I didn't miss the mess that lingered in different places when people obviously began to panic, not knowing how the hell to stop this or what exactly it was. But I hoped that after Jenner stayed here for months, maybe he had come up with some sort of answer.

Suddenly, seconds after Jenner spoke, there was video feedback of different 3-D views of human skulls on the giant screen right in front of us.

"Is that a brain?" Carl asks from beside his mother.

Jenner nodded, "An extraordinary one. Take us in for E.I.V."

The screen then showed the brain having all of these different little blue lights, glowing and flickering in every direction. The stemmed from the front and all the way around to the back, the mind itself looking alive right in front of our eyes. Jenner began to explain to all of us that the lights we see are a person's life, all of their experiences, basically all of the different things that make you unique. But I didn't miss his change in tone when he informed us that the person we were seeing had been bitten, and agreed to have all of this recorded and watched by others for learning purposes.

My eyes stayed firmly on the screen as the man rambled on and on it seemed like, nearly tuning him out as I watched all the once bright blue lights, slowly dim with each passing second. Though it only got faster once Jenner commanded the computer to fast forward through the footage, watching as the person slowly lost their life right before our very eyes. The brain then became completely dark as the person stopped moving, fast forwarding even further when something unexpected happened.

Once the person essentially came back to life, red lights suddenly appeared instead in only a certain part of the brain now. Showing all of us what happened to you after you turn is far worse than what we could even imagine.

"It restarts the brain?" Lori asked.

"You tell me." he replies as he gestured to the screen, watching us take it all in like he had probably done many times in the past, studying over every movement time and time again.

"It's not like before, most of that brain is dark." Rick states.

Jenner then says, "Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part, that doesn't come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct."

The screen then previews something suddenly hitting the brain right in the middle, before it all goes black again and the person stops moving completely.

"God. What was that?" Carol asked in shock.

My eyes scanned the person's entire head, looking at the object that was now lodged in the center, "He shot his patient in the head." I assumed, "Didn't you?"

He didn't answer me as he powered down the screen with the press of a button, clearly not wanting to relive the moment. There was something suddenly suspicious about the things he was dancing around, almost purposefully not answering.

"You have no idea what this is do you?" Andrea asked.

Jenner sighed, "It could be microbial, vial, parasitic, fungal."

"Or the wrath of God." Jacqui said under her breath.

"There is that." Jenner said before proceeding to tell us that he truly didn't have the answers we were looking for. He was almost just as clueless about this as any of us are, not having near as many answers as he wished. That only made me wonder what the hell he was doing these past few months if he wasn't trying to figure out what all this shit was. Was he just sitting on his ass in his fancy building, waiting for someone to come knocking and save him? I truly wanted to know.

"Man, I wanna get shitfaced drunk after this." Daryl muttered close to me.

I just nodded my head in response, not taking my eyes off the man as he continued talking, though I couldn't bring myself to pay attention. Coming here only seemed absolutely hopeless now knowing everything. We couldn't save Jim, and we would never know what all of this is, what it would all lead to in the future. The information he gave us was practically useless.

"Jenner, I know this has been taxing you and I hate to ask one more question, but that clock, it's counting down. What happens at zero?" Dale suddenly asked, bringing all of our attention to the big red numbers ticking to our left.

The man grew silent for a moment, shifting from side to side as he visibly grew uncomfortable, "The...basement generators run out of fuel...the power runs out." he eventually explained vaguely.

"And then?" I asked.

Jenner ignored me again. Dick. Before starting to just walk out of the room as if the conversation was anywhere near done.

"VI what happens when the power runs out?" Rick asked the computer.

"When the power runs out, facility–wide decontamination will occur." VI responded, a robotic voice coming through the speakers.

We all looked around at each other in slight confusion, not really knowing what that meant and Jenner was already too far gone to explain any of it. Almost as if he didn't want us to know. That alone caught the attention of a few of the guys as they began to quickly leave the room to figure out what the hell was going on, down towards the basement like Jenner mentioned. Daryl was about to leave my side to follow them out, but turned back to me almost as if he forgot something.

"Grab your stuff, get ready to leave." he told me urgently.

I nodded absentmindedly as I watched him turn around again to leave, before rushing in the other direction to head back towards the many lined up rooms. The door practically flew open with the amount of force I used, not wasting anymore time as I gathered the rest of my things, the books that I had picked out, and a few bottles of water that were scattered around the space. I fucking knew that something bad was going to happen, I should've bet on it. Something had been off since the beginning and I didn't say a damn thing about it, how could I have let this just fly over my head like that without taking it more seriously.

I seemed to pause mid step as I frantically walked around the room as the power went out in a split second, leaving me in the dark, and I didn't hesitate to pick up my pace. I blindly hauled the rest of my stuff over my shoulders and grabbed Daryl's bag along with his crossbow and quickly made it back out of the space.

By the time I rushed back into the giant room we were huddled in, everyone had come back and started hounding Jenner with question after question, all of them he seemed to be avoiding. I fully walked into the area hesitantly upon the scene and I saw Daryl's shoulders relax the second he saw me again, his brows still furrowed in concern.

He then rushed over to me rather quickly, "What the hell took ya so long?" he asked, his tone blunt and angry.

I stood there for a second before handing him his things, "Sorry?" I asked in disbelief.

It hit him then what he sounded like and he quickly shook his head, "I-...sorry, I'm just..." he trailed off, not knowing how to describe the obvious fear he was feeling.

But I understood what he was saying without even having to hear it, nodding to him as he didn't need to finish his thought for me to know. I myself was feeling the same way as I tried to calm my nerves, disregarding all the many things that could go wrong in here even though they might've been true.

For every question that Jenner was avoiding, the harder it was for me to remain calm. There was a conversation happening in front of Daryl and I that he seemed to be listening intently to, but I wasn't. I couldn't. I just tried to focus on my breathing, my heartbeat growing loud in my ears as I was trying to not completely freak out. Panic attacks weren't a new thing to me, but I definitely would rather die than have one in front of a crowd of people.

Then Rick suddenly snapped when he wasn't getting anywhere with Jenner, "Everyone grab your things, we're getting out of here now!" he yelled.

He didn't have to tell me twice. I instantly started to walk out on instinct along with everyone else, but a sudden alarm began blaring loudly the second we moved it seemed like, and the door slammed shut right in front of my face, locking us in. Okay if I thought I was feeling claustrophobic before, then what the hell was I feeling now?

"Did you just lock us in? Guys he just locked us in!" Glenn shouted in panic.

"Yeah, no shit." I muttered in disbelief, my eyes wide as I scanned the thick metal door in front of me.

My breathing started to become heavier after Glenn said that, making the situation only more real and far worse, and Daryl quickly took notice from my right. He suddenly whipped around to the man responsible and ran up to him in a split second, "You son of a bitch! You locked us in here!" he screamed.

He tried to tackle the man but Rick and Shane stopped him by pulling him back harshly by the arms. I dropped my backpack to the ground absentmindedly, starting to walk back and forth in the giant room that only seemed to be getting smaller, trying to steady my racing heart but nothing seemed to be working. We were really trapped in here, with a timer counting down the minutes to God only knows what.

Glenn quickly seemed to watch me frantically moving back and forth from right next to him and gently grabbed me so I would come to a stop, pulling me into him in attempts to calm me down. But it only seemed to make things worse, feeling his arms shaking around me only proving just how scared he was too. How nervous we all seemed to be of the unknown.

It was then Jenner started to yell, having been fed up with the many voices demanding him for answers and the people beginning to attack him every two seconds. The serious man finally reached his breaking point just as he pushed us to ours.

"Do you know what this place is?!" he snapped, "We protected the public from very nasty stuff! Weaponized smallpox! Ebola strains that could wipe out half the country! Stuff you don't want getting out! Ever!"

We were all left to a stunned silence at his outburst, watching as he took a breath and sat back down in his chair, leaving the painful silence all around us. Daryl's eye seemed to catch with mine from across the room and gave me a look I had never seen from him before whilst I was still slightly shaking in Glenn's arms, hating the idea of being trapped.

Jenner then continued, "In the event of a catastrophic power failure in a terrorist attack, for example, H.I.T.S are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out."

"H.I.T.S?" Rick questioned.

Jenner glanced at him, "VI, define." he commanded.

"H.I.T.S- High-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosives consist of a two stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast heat wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive."

I froze. All I could hear in that moment was Glenn's quickened heartbeat, Carol and Sophia holding each other sobbing, and the rest of the men getting very angry as if it was the only emotion they knew how to feel. Not only were we left trapped in here, but we were also going to die. We were all going to die without even having really lived, and he just seemed to brush past it without a care in the world. Not even considering to bring it to any of our attention before this, and I couldn't have been more angry with him.

Before I knew what was happening Daryl and Shane brushed past us in a hurry, trying to break the door open by hitting it repeatedly with axes they had somehow found along the way. I slightly pushed away from Glenn to walk over towards Jenner to try and hear anything other than ringing in my ears. But I didn't get very far as I felt someone suddenly hug me from around my waist and I looked down to see Carl holding onto me tightly. He was still crying profusely, and I quickly got down on my knees to hug him in return, trying to offer him some type of support as his fear must've been petrifying.

This isn't the way it should go. I felt utterly hopeless, I knew we wouldn't be getting out of here unless Jenner decided so, and by the looks of it he wasn't budging. Even with Rick kept trying to convince him every passing second.

"Can't make a dent." Shane said breathlessly to all of us as he took a break from trying to tear down the door.

"Those doors are designed to withstand a rocket launcher." Jenner informed.

"Well you're head ain't!" Daryl yelled while coming at Jenner with an axe, Shane and Rick having to step in once more to stop him again from doing anything rash.

If we weren't about to die, I probably would've laughed at his witty comeback, but Carl's quiet sobs reminded me of the state of the situation and now was not the time. I continued to rub his back reassuringly to try and calm him somehow as I watched the scene unfold in front of me over his shoulders.

Jenner kept trying to convince all of us that this was for the best, and there would be no pain when we all die in here together. But the truth was I didn't want to die, not now, nor did I want anyone else in here to have the same exact fate. And clearly we all were in firm agreement with how much everyone was losing their shit. Reacting in different ways to Jenner's psychotic behavior, anger, sadness, and panic, yet it was all completely the same. Fear. It always seemed to come back didn't it?

Lori came up to me to take Carl back into her arms and just held him for our last few moments while she finally let her own tears fall, realizing it was all hopeless. But Rick clearly wasn't ready to give up. I watched him pick apart the man, digging down as deep as he could to try and convince him to just let us make our own decision on this. That we all deserved a right to choose what we wanted our fate to be instead of it being forced upon us like this. That maybe there was still some hope out there for us to find.

And then suddenly, he broke. The man didn't say a word, not a single word as he silently walked over to a control panel, typing in a few numbers that sent the metal door flying open. Daryl, who was still trying to break through, nearly ate shit when it opened quickly as he still swung the weapon over and over again. But he recovered fast as he whipped around to grab his stuff from off the ground.

"Come on!" he yelled to the rest of us.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding once it hit me that it was real. He was letting us go. My legs had never moved so fast as I sprinted towards the door, grabbing my things along the way and making sure everyone else made it through the door before me as I pushed them through to the other side.

But I quickly noticed as I looked back that Jaqui and Andrea were staying behind with Jenner, leaving Dale shocked beyond repair. He wanted to save her, I could tell by his eyes how much he cared for her, but he knew there was nothing he could do to convince her, so he stayed too. The sight alone caused my mouth to drop at how many people we seemed to be losing, one after another. Each of them fell just like dominos.

My eyes wouldn't pull away from them, wanting them to come with us but knowing I couldn't do or say anything to change their minds. After all, what could I say? They thought their chance of surviving out there was slim, and they were terrified of walkers potentially tearing them to shreds, that's not how they wanted to go. And as much as it might've pained me, I could also understand that too.

Heavy footsteps from behind me were slapping loudly on the ground below, approaching me in record speed but I ignored it for a second, wanting to get one last look at their faces before I made my own decision too.

"Hey, come on, let's go." Daryl said from right behind my head while grabbing my sleeve to pull me along.

I looked at him with a twinge of sadness in my eyes, but nodded and followed him out the door towards the main entrance, not looking back.

The two of us flew towards the front doors where everyone else was waiting, watching from a distance as some of the guys were trying to break the windows with axes and any other type of weapon they could find. I recalled Jenner saying something about not being able to open the front doors again, but it's not like any of us minded that. Where there's a will, there's a way.

But nothing was working as they continued to struggle, the glass being too thick to cut through easily, that is until Carol approached Rick as she dug through her bag, "I think I have something that will help." she said.

"Carol, I don't think a nail file is gonna do it." Shane said in frustration.

I blinked. Really?

She ignored him, "Back at camp when I was washing your clothes, I found this in your pocket." she said as she pulled out a grenade with shaking hands.

My eyes widened at the random object. Yeah, I think that'll do it.

Rick then took it from her and told everyone to get down once he placed it by the window. I ducked and covered the back of my neck with my hands when, at the last minute, I felt another body covering mine. Once the window shattered, I looked up to see it was Daryl and he quickly grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out the window as fast as possible with everyone following close behind.

We all took down as many walkers as we could as we made our way back to the cars quickly, breathing heavily with adrenaline coursing through our bodies. I got into the passenger side of the truck and slammed the door shut, Daryl's movements only mirroring mine as he didn't waste a single second before getting in too. I found myself looking back at the building once more, just in time to see Andrea and Dale making it out of the window at the last minute and diving to take cover right before the explosion.

I ducked down in anticipation to shield myself once again, only seconds away from the ignited fire before it rang out loudly in my ears. I felt the heat of the explosion blow in our direction along with the smoke that came after that, perishing whatever was left inside. Daryl sat up after a few seconds of silence had passed and I got up slowly after him looking to see Andrea and Dale quickly making their way into the RV, with the building burning behind them.

I sat there in shock, trying to process everything that went down in the last thirty minutes. It all seemed to happen so fast.

"Hey, ya okay?" Daryl asked once he collected his own thoughts.

I didn't look at him, but I nodded my head to show that I heard him, even if my answer was far from the truth. But then I felt his hand, slowly and hesitantly falling on my shoulder as if he was scared to touch me.

"Look at me." he said in a soft voice.

My eyes moved over to him slowly to make sure I wasn't just imagining things. Seeing him worried and speaking in such a soft tone was a weird new thing to experience, almost weirder than what we just went through seconds ago. He was being so genuine it seemed unnatural...but not in a bad way. 

"I'm okay." I finally muttered.

I didn't think he believed me, not for a second, but before he could protest more the cars in front of us started to move, leaving him not much of a choice as he quickly started up the vehicle to follow. I sat completely still while we drove in silence, just thinking. I didn't want Jacqui to stay, leaving someone behind for dead was something I never thought we'd do. But I tried to tell myself that she was at peace and wouldn't suffer in this cruel world anymore.

We had been driving for hours and I could tell that the sun would start setting soon enough and we would have to find somewhere to stay for the night. It frustrated me slightly that we had to start all over with finding a safe place to stay, although I didn't have a lot of faith in the CDC, it still would've been nice to hole up there for a little while. Better than mindlessly wandering place after place only to be left with nothing we could rely on.

"Did ya wanna stay?" Daryl suddenly asked.

Although I barely heard the question fall from his lips because it was more of a whisper, yet I was still taken off guard at his question. Was that what he thought I wanted? I didn't want him or anyone to think I wanted to stay merely because I stopped for a moment to look at the others. I wanted to save them, but I didn't want to join them.

I quickly answered him, "God no..." I breathed shakily, "No...I didn't."

He looked over at me, trying to see if I was lying to him, "Then why did I have to pull ya outta there?"

"You didn't have to pull me out of there, I just-," I stopped myself to figure out how to phrase what I wanted to say, "I...almost wanted to take one last look at the others. It was the last time we were ever going to see Jacqui." I said.

He remained silent for a while after that. I began to think that my explanation was just stupid to him since he didn't utter another word, but it was true. I didn't want to just forget about her or forget her face, so I stayed for a few seconds longer because it was somewhat important to me.

"Don't do that shit" he suddenly spoke after a few minutes of awkward silence.

I turned to him in confusion, "Do what shit?" I asked.

"Don't scare me like that" he responded.

My eyebrows raised in slight shock. Scare him? The man that wasn't afraid of anything, not scared to tear someone's head off or take out an army of walkers before him. But I scared him? I almost didn't think I heard him right. "Sorry." I said simply, a smile creeping to my face.

He returned the smile and turned back to the road, "S' fine." he muttered.

"Why do you care?" I found myself asking.

He only looked at me with a blank expression, so I clarified, "I mean you don't know me that well at all...why does it matter to you if I wanted to stay or not?"

His eyes focused back on the road, and he started to chew on his bottom lip slightly while his mind was elsewhere. It didn't seem like that deep of a question but he sure as hell was taking his time thinking about it.

"Well, if yer part of the group now...means I gotta watch yer ass just like everyone else." he said with annoyance clear in his voice.

My heart sank a little at his words, but what did I expect? I guess I was a little flattered when he said that I had scared him, and maybe there was a part of me that thought about what it would be like if I was a little more important to him. I'm not a saint, okay? It crossed my mind. But clearly that wasn't the case.

I didn't say another word in response to that because I truly didn't know what else to say, only moving to press play on the Metallica cd that we listened to yesterday and began to stare out the window, trying to think about something else. I wanted the CDC to be a distant memory and nothing more, but the questioned remained as I watched the city get smaller and smaller. Where the hell do we go from here?

~ Thanks for reading!

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪and july ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ college!nicholas x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.2k

content ⌒☆ drinking, slightly suggestive

note ⌒☆ idk this has been sittin in my drafts

"this skirt is riding up my ass ... "

on a normal friday night u usually find urself staying in ur apartment, tucked away in ur knitted blanket while chipping away at missing assignments. although 90% of the time ur on ur laptop, ur usually online shopping or binge watching a random tv show on hulu. its been a long week for u, finally finishing ur midterms all while juggling ur work responsibilities. u never settled for an easy-going lifestyle and u were fine with that. if anything, fulfilling ur own responsibilities was more than enough to keep u satisfied.

thus, u have never had a boyfriend. u never found it in urself to spark up conversations with anyone other than ur friends or teachers. no one particularly peaked ur interest and u never felt the societal pressure of finding someone to like. and by no means were u ever deemed unattractive, u knew u had a few admirers urself, but it was not something u paid any attention to.

the amounts of 'ur single?' 'uve never kissed anyone?' 'yeah, but what about this guy?' felt endless. it turned u off from the idea of relationships even more.

so u werent sure how or why u managed to get pulled out of the comfort of ur room with nothing but a pair of heels and a short, skimpy dress. tugging at the hem of ur skirt attempting to cover up what was left of ur dignity deemed to be useless, only revealing bits of ur strapless bra the more u pulled it down. ur two friends were frequent party goers, knowing most of frat row since theyre there every free weekend they have.

the cold air bites against ur skin and u start regretting that u didnt bring ur nice leather jacket. as u clutch onto ur friends arms for dear life, u all finally make it to the front door of a house uve seen in passing from ur daily walks to campus. seeing it at night was so much different from what u were used to. the windows were filled with colorful flashing lights with silhouettes of people having conversations and dancing. some people were standing on the lawn outside passing around what seemed to be half a blunt, a man passed out right in the middle of their group.

"lucky we dragged u along for this party! this might be one of the good ones" ur friend excitedly knocks on the door, rubbing against ur own arm for warmth. u werent sure why u were nervous, u never found it hard to talk to people but for some reason u felt like u were going to go into cardiac arrest. ignoring the constant calls from the men settled on the lawn who were obviously drunk. u were completely distracted from the noise that u didnt even notice that the front door finally opened.

"leave them alone man" said a taller male, throwing an empty cup at the group of men on the lawn. followed by a string of yells & protests, u glance up and find ur friends joking around with the dude that just littered. his hair was black and slightly long, one ear having a dangly earring. hes wearing a black shirt that hugs his frame a bit too nicely along baggy ripped jeans equipped with chains. as ur observing him, his eyes glance over, raising an eyebrow at u. almost in a teasing way, he sends a u toothy smile, glancing over his shoulder and resting his arm against the frame of the door.

"entry is $5, but for you, i can let u in for free"

all u could do was slightly part ur mouth in response, no words coming out. was he serious? ur friends roll their eyes in unison obviously used to this man's behavior, shoving past his frame followed by a "very funny, nicholas". u follow promptly behind since all ur arms were still tightly linked, and as u looked behind ur shoulder to check back at the front door, he was shooting u another signature smile before walking off to find his own crowd.

several shots in & three hard seltzers later, u became a lot more loose around the huge crowd of people. u found a few familiar faces that shared a couple of classes with u, each person almost shocked that u even came to a function like this. all u could do was shoot a smile, cheers their can with ur own & walk away to mingle. it was hot & steamy on the main floor, every person who was wearing glasses having fogged up lenses. 'this isnt terrible' u thought. its almost as if a lightbulb lit u above ur head after realizing going out every once in a while is a good thing.

ur phone pinged for the tenth time and besides ignoring it like u have for the majority of the night, u flip ur screen over to find that u have an assignment due at midnight tonight. curses & panic run through your mind, bringing urself to the staircase to walk up to the empty level of the house. ur back crashes against the wall as u slide down, reading the canvas post as u begin drafting out ur paper right then and there. ur fingers are rapidly typing all while thinking 'im never going to finish this ...'

"u seem fun at parties"

ur brows furrow in response, breaking contact with ur phone, ur eyes settle on someone a lot more pleasant.

"go on. dont let me stop u"

that same toothy grin was lit up by the rgb lights in the hallway, taking a seat right next to u as he sips on the warm jungle juice. ever since u came here, u were never in the right state of mind especially after all of those shots. focusing on ur assignment was difficult in a setting like this ... and even more difficult now that theres a very attractive man breathing over ur shoulder.

"do u mind ..." u shoot, back now slightly facing towards him in attempts to cover ur phone screen. ur fingers are busy typing but somehow there are zero words written for this assignment. u have about 40 minutes left until midnight.

u almost couldnt stand his overwhelming presence right next to u. the scent of his cologne was strong even through the smell of the dark, musty house. ur ears shut the music out once u notice something moving in the corner of ur eye, his hand snatching ur phone away faster than u can react. the alcohol in ur system didnt make ur response time any better, and honestly, neither did his.

"give that back, ur gonna send in an empty assignment ... "

he laughs at watching ur attempts at retrieving ur device back, his arm raised up high in the air as u lean over trying to retrieve it. all of this commotion, u dont even realize ur dress riding up high on ur thighs, a strap of ur dress falling off of ur shoulder.

its no doubt nicholas notices how vulnerable u are. he wasnt sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that ur practically half-naked in front of him. with wavering eyes, he clears his throat, quickly tossing ur phone on ur lap before grabbing a discarded jacket that was left in the hallway by a random and wrapping it around ur shoulders.

u watch as he gets up, softly patting at ur head before heading back downstairs. it wasnt clear to someone like u who was extremely faded, but a clear blush was spread across his face.

"u got at least 30 minutes to finish that assignment, u got this"

and 30 minutes later ...

u didnt finish ur assignment.

instead, u were left in the hallway, simmering in ur own thoughts of nicholas.

[ronearoundblindly]

Threadbare (4)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Part Four: Necking Region (see previous or series)

Summary: Chaos erupts at your Spring Show, but Steve is right there...at your feet.

Warnings for canon-level violence, Tony Stark's sass (obvi), kithes, and one hella-badass AND fluffy Reader! WC 4259

For you, handsome.

Handsome? Steve can work with that.

Even in the fresh dark, he schools his face in hopes to hide the nerves fluttering beneath his skin. Steve is determined to talk to you after the show, and he won’t get waylaid like in the fall. He’ll order three of everything that crosses the stage just to spend time with you again.

Quality time.

That he pays for.

Shoot, is he making it weird? Is that better than lying?

The music cue is deafening, and Steve jumps almost imperceptibly in his seat. 

Yikes, he’s a nervous wreck. He adjust the collar of his shirt, clearing his throat in the split second while the noise is drowned out and the place is still dark, but when the lights come back up, Steve Rogers’ heart stops.

It’s like…it’s like he’s looking into the past through one of Wanda’s magic visions.

His heart swells even as his chest tightens. There’s a sharp tingle behind his sinuses but he can’t look away. He blinks away the discomfort. 

Each silhouette triggers a long lost memory because they’re him. You would have seen him.

He remembers buying children’s clothes sometimes. For a long time, his ma resewed every seam in every pair of slacks. After she died, he just rolled up the hem and tightened his belt.

Of course, your models look nothing like that. They look striking and regal. They are meant to be seen. He can tell by their faces they want to be seen in your clothes, and Steve’s proud to even know you.

He grew up stuffing newspaper in his shoes. Now, your name and men who look like him—like he used to—will be in the newspaper. You’ll be on the cover for this.

Steve compulsively sweeps his hand over his hair and his eyes fall to his lap, concealing a dopey smile. He thinks this is the single most fantastic surprise of his life…

Then he sees the tenth model.

A slight, blond man in a crisp, collarless white shirt, navy jacket, and red pants struts down the platform, and the audience goes nuts. He’s certain a monitor would register his heart completely stopping for the entire walk, but Steve can only feel right now. He can’t think. His unfocused eyes wonder to the shadow where you were before, but he can’t even see.

The group does a whole second, swift run-through, but he’s not there anymore.

You emerge in this red, white, and blue masterpiece of a gown, perfectly complimenting the coloring of the last model, and Steve’s mind, body, and soul are on fire.

He watches you cup the face of your model and beam a wide smile, leaning down to him. You kiss that slight man’s cheek, and Steve has an out-of-body—or original-body—experience that shudders his large frame. 

His mind runs away, picturing working and relaxing beside you for all things, sketching, reading, resting, but he’s little again and your face is exactly the same. You don’t look at him any differently. He’s just Steve, either way, both ways, any way, and always. 

It’s only when the person next to him bumps Steve that he, too, pops off his seat for your standing ovation. He gets lost in the joy written all over your face, clapping his hands so hard his palms sting, but he will cheer you on until he’s worn them to the bone just to—

Your face falls as the underlying noise changes in the venue.

He knows that sound.

Steve understood why flashbulb photography triggered veterans like gunfire, but nowadays there’s no mistaking the difference. Those are bullets, and someone is pointing guns directly into your event space.

The room is already in complete chaos when Steve turns toward the intrusion. Guests scatter everywhere in every direction, some so disoriented they run at the shots.

Steve whips out his phone and yells over the din for F.R.I.D.A.Y to call emergency services, police and medical, to his location, then starts what should be an easy, ten-foot journey, but you’re practically across an ocean.

The music hasn’t stopped. People closest to the neck of the stage are still clapping, unsuspecting of the crowd knocking them down in search of two stage doors locked from the other side.

Something is off though because nothing Steve sees is impacted until he swivels back, shoved off kilter by two terrified women who tilt his gaze higher.

The panels of sheer fabric he thought were moody decor are fielding bullets like baseballs in a practice net. He’s never witnessed anything quite like it, but at least it means Steve has time to get to you. He has to move you off the stage so you aren’t so easy of a target.

Smacked around like a pinball in high speed machine, Steve hastily rushes to the rose-rimmed platform, barely missing your ankle in his reach and shouting for your attention.

He thinks you’ve heard when you spin, but it’s too late. Someone has breeched the protective panels, and any temporary structures throughout the venue start exploding from a hailstorm of semi-automatic fire.

Steve checks that the stage doors have been unlocked. Guests are getting out, but the bottleneck is slow. Your models are stuck on the stage, their path blocked by fallen scaffolding and sparking lights. You need to get the hell down, so he raises a hand to call for you again.

And then…

And then there’s an enormous arch of navy and red, centered by the glowing star on your chest.

And then a bullet streaks across the silvery mesh on your stomach.

A gunman has come around your shield, and Steve’s seeing red—well, more red—as he scans to see you unharmed.

Screw that guy.

Steve vaults over the stage, decks the gunman square in the jaw, and waits till the limp body rests motionless against a fallen chair.

He looks up to see you, not smiling but not upset. You’re waving for the trapped models to come closer to the barrier before meeting Steve’s eyes.

“Go get ‘em.“ You pull at the cuff of your filigreed sleeve, ticking your head to signal Steve should, too. “You’re dressed for it.”

He studies the buttons on his jacket, those unique ones at his wrists that hold concentric circles like his shield…or so he thought. Now he realizes, they aren’t just buttons; they are activation buttons.

He grabs his forearms to press both, feeling a gentle tingle spread.

His eyes snap back up to yours.

“Oh.”

You wink at him before all automated function of his body takes over, and Steve runs headlong for the goons with guns, wearing naught but a shockingly-useful suit separate and the ghost of his same goofy smile.

You think he’s handsome.

 Steve tucks and rolls behind one fabric screen, clocking the location of one gunman by the muzzle flare through the fabric. He rushes and drops one—two—three more until he sees a small grouping split off from a masked man’s side.

It’s Richard Fisk in a shock-white suit and with completely obscured face, but it’s absolutely ‘The Rose’ with a perfect blood-red bloom stuffed in his lapel.

The goons will stop if the boss goes down, Steve knows. He’s seen it a hundred times before, so he grabs the sidearm of the man he just leveled and fires at Fisk’s leg.

The bullet lands exactly where intended but hits like no more than a crowd-suppressant beanbag.

“Is that the best you can do, Captain?”

Great. You made Fisk a bulletproof suit, too.

Steve jumps behind the nearest screen, losing ground but crouching beside one of the other unconscious gunmen. A can of tear gas is strapped to the guy’s chest, and Steve just acts.

Fisk howls like a banshee, ripping the bizarre purple and black striped mask off his face to gasp for air and cough.

The Rose laughs, cocky and taunting. “You brought morals to a gunfight. You don’t even have your frisbee.”

Fisk sprays bullets randomly in the direction from which he saw the canister fly, and Steve sprints, sliding on his knees all the way to Fisk’s feet, arms up and shoved together as if he’s wearing his Wakandan guards. He feels some rounds bounce off his chest, hardly slowing him down, but the sound of bullets as they ricochet off his sleeves is intense. No doubt, Fisk would have landed multiple kill shots.

Armed police file in the entrance and scream for the goons to put their weapons down and their hands up.

Another coughing fit pauses Fisk’s assault. Steve chances opening his arms and swings immediately for the sneering, twisted face above him.

The man spins with the concussive force. Just before Fisk collapses in a makeshift bed of hot ammo shells and cold rose petals, Steve stands and adjusts his jacket.

“No—“ his hand smoothes over pristine and unfrayed midnight “—but I brought style.”

Iron Man swoops in to land on the other side of Richard Fisk’s body.

“Damn it, I didn’t get that on video. Can we reset and you say that line again?”

“Tony,” Steve warns.

“What?! It was so good, buddy. No seriously, I’m proud of that—“ Steve turns to check on you, watching the fabric of your skirt flutter back down to drape across the runway “—dare I say it’s my influence. I want proof you—“

“Tony,” Steve shouts again. Finally, the music is turned off from the media console.

“All clear,” Tony yells with his hands cupping his mouth. “Where’s your ‘girlfriend?’” He relaxes his arms after air-quoting and gives Steve a once-over. “Don’t think I don’t know you cut me in line for that.” 

Steve fiddles with his cuffs, attempting to swallow a blush and failing. He presses the buttons again. The tingling stops.

Tony frowns, pointing an accusatory finger as he watches Steve shrug. “That’s favoritism, and I thought you were better than that.” He turns deeper into the venue, screaming, “Sheers! You good?”

There’s no audible answer, so the pair make their way past the decimated decor.

Titanium boots crunch against the floor. “Looks more like my first dates than yours.”

“For the love of god, Tony, please…” but Steve is suddenly engrossed, rounding one last screen to see your models and several guests nervously huddled at your legs, your arms reaching out to comfort each and every one.

So strong. So soft. That’s you. That’s what you create.

“Hey,” you say with a huge breath and a soft sweet smile as Steve approaches.

He makes his way straight to your feet and holds out his hands. “Hey.”

“Hey?” Tony blurts, watching Steve lift you down by the waist like a princess. “Hey?? Yeah, sure. Cool. I love being upstaged. It’s not like I didn’t offer to fund this shit a year ago—“

“Language,” you and Steve say simultaneously.

“—or anything. No big deal.” Tony scoffs. “When else would I be perfectly within my rights to swear? We have to talk about this is my point.” He waves his gauntlet in the general area of you and clucks his tongue.

“Any other day, Stark.”

Tony, however, doesn’t need others to be as amused as he is. “Admit it. I’m an inspiration.”

“To find alternatives? To find feasible, reproducible options?” You break away from Steve’s grasp to step closer to Tony. “Yes, I did that. We can’t all be covered in nanotech.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s cost prohibitive,” you rage.

Steve stands ready to catch you, seeing the way your energy wilts after each sentence and that you can’t keep your hand up without them shaking.

Tony snorts. “What? Speak english.”

“Speak average,” you whip back, but before a staring contest can ensue, Abby pounces to swing you into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!”

You’re distracted by your assistant while Steve scopes out the venue, noting the triage area and cops beginning to take statements from unharmed guests.

Knowing Steve will ask, Tony interjects. “No major injuries. Mostly just bruises and sprains from people trampling each other.”

That’s incredible considering the pools of spent shells all on one particular side of those tall panels. They must be made of the same material—

“Stop fondling, Tony.” Steve smacks his friend’s hands off your skirts.

“I’ll have you know I’m fondling in the interest of science,” his friend hisses comically. He does drop the fabric though. “Fine. Then I’ll just be taking your jacket as payment.”

“Payment for what?”

“Letting you escort the lady home and bypassing the lovely, lengthy interviews the boys in blue are gonna want.“

It takes Steve all of three seconds to consider.

“Deal,” he agrees, imagining that with a crowd this size, you’d be busy until the wee hours of the morning, wringing your hands as you repeat yourself a dozen times, wrapped in a wool blanket, exhausted. He shrugs off the blazer quickly before any of the other officers come to speak with you and tucks one arm around yours to tell you the plan.

Abby encourages the escape.

Steve’s thrilled he did not walk to the event. He took a car in order to line up in the red carpet procession—as awful as he finds the practice—and luckily, the driver is still ready and able to maneuver the vehicle past a sea of police cruisers.

Seeing as most of your bodice and sleeves are sheer, you curl inward for warmth instead of lean against the cool leather of the backseat. Normally, Steve would offer his jacket, but in lieu of any decent layers to peel off for you, he drapes his arm over your shoulders. The flashing red and blue lights fade in the distance as you sink comfortably against his chest.

“So…” Steve starts, quiet and casual, “Tony wasn’t supposed to know you’d already sold Richard Fisk a bulletproof suit, huh?”

He can see your eyes are still open, staring out the window, but you don’t respond right away.

“Originally, I’d basically made a very thin kevlar, and that…wasn’t the end goal, so I made a few suits for a steep price to try for, well, what you saw tonight. Stark isn’t exactly subtle.” You shift an accusatory glance up to Steve momentarily. “Three days after Dominica delivered Fisk’s first suit, none other than the Tony Stark comes into my store asking questions. He tried to get me to develop under Stark Industries, wanted my work to be exclusive—and I’m sure completely under his own brand—so I said no. This was all spoken in hypotheticals, mind you. ‘Hypothetically,’ if I worked for him, the mob couldn’t get me, and ‘hypothetically,’ he could help speed my research along. He tried a few different times, too. I thought he was parading you in as bait at first.”

“You thought I was…what?”

“I thought Stark brought in the cute guy who looks perfect in my designs as some sort of dangling carrot to work for him.”

Steve’s floored.

“When did you know I wasn’t a plant?”

“Oh, one second after seeing your face. Nobody with an agenda is that good at looking clueless.”

He’d be offended if it weren’t entirely true. Steve had absolutely zero idea what to do or say being fitted and consulted on for civilian clothes, and he thought he was supposed to be meeting a man that whole time. However, he would not put it past Tony to have intended he be bait with no warning, and in fact, this would count as the greatest ‘long game’ Stark has ever played. Steve wouldn’t have needed more incentive to get close to you.

“Yeah, I invented the stuff,” you continue with a shrug and a yawn, “but he doesn’t own me and I like designing all sorts of things. I think that’s…”

Your voice trails off before Steve prods. “What?”

“I think that’s why he goaded me about my typical line. I told him I wouldn’t be pigeonholed into dressing superheroes, so I would look like a hypocrite if I still only made clothes for—“ you sit up and fake a deep, arrogant voice “—shiny, blond beefcakes.”

Steve’s hand slaps his forehead. Tony absolutely used those exact words.

“So I engineered the stuff alone and overhauled my entire collection in the last two weeks. That’s what Stark does, right? Control you without really controlling you.”

“It’s called being manipulative, and he and I have had several conversations about it,” Steve grumbles.

You’ve hit a second wind of energy but fiddle with your lap before asking, “what did you think of the show?”

Steve sits up straighter and clears his throat.

“Ya know,” you quickly interject, “prior to it becoming the Battle of Skylight Square.”

Just as Steve opens his mouth the car stops. The driver announces you’ve arrived at the atelier and thus your upstairs apartment.

Steve steps out and realizes the police car usually stationed at the curb is no longer there, likely called away to the scene earlier. He dismisses his driver for the evening and makes the executive decision to stay as your guard the rest of the night.

You shuffle to the front door, exclaiming that the real piece de resistance of your gown is your pockets from which you brandish your keys. Steve’s grateful you’re animated (if a little loopy) and distracted while his mind scurries to form words.

He can’t express what he saw and felt when he looked on that stage, so he hums in agreement with your rant on pockets and follows behind you, hands on your hips as you struggle to walk up the staircase.

You pause on the first step and peek at him over your shoulder.

“So…’Button,’ huh?”

He blushes furiously and focuses on your balance when you won’t. The dress train is long enough to require he lift it so he can see the stairs beneath his own feet. You two climb slowly.

“Well,” Steve blusters, repositioning the layers so one of his hands on your hip sits under your own hand that lifts the front bustle, “‘Handsome,’ right?”

One step up. You snort. “You say that like it’s odd that I’m attracted to you, but I think I thoroughly proved that tonight, mister.”

Another step up, and you’re about three-quarters of the way there.

Steve can’t hold back anymore though, not even till the top of one flight.

He uses his grip to spin you around and nudges his foot under your skirts, rising to the stair just below you. You’ve dropped all else and grabbed onto him for balance, cupping his cheeks like he saw you do earlier tonight. You have to lean down to him as his whole being screams ‘let me kiss you.’

Steve has a distinctly in-body experience, all his imaginings of touching a woman so sweetly and in exactly the way he would have a century ago come to fruition right there.

With a hard-working girl after a fight with a bully, just as it should be.

He loses track of his hands amongst the tangled yards of your dress, but your lips are soft and perfect. He ascends a few inches more by way of his tip toes and clings to the railing for balance. Steve has the fleeting thought that he might inadvertently be yanking you toward him with a palm over your ass—not on it because he can barely tell there is even a body part there—so he moves his hand up for assurances. Up is safer. Up is more gentlemanly. He teeters both on his toes and on the cusp of gentlemanly given how lost Steve is in devouring you.

Stunning and innovative as they are, your skirts are prohibitively fluffy, and Steve feels more and more of your weight resting on him, those last dregs of adrenaline draining away. He pulls back, ghosting a peck on your still eagerly pursed lips.

“Let’s get you comfy, Button,” he husks, rolling his thumb back and forth between what he now realizes are your shoulder blades.

You nod, your forehead against his, and although he’d normally think it forward, his desire to take care of you wins out, deliberately finding your thigh to coax your legs around him.

He carries you the rest of the way, nearly tripping but laughing the whole journey. “Sure it saved some people,” he jokes, “but then ‘bout took me down, so…”

He deposits you by your closet and goes to make you a very sweet herbal tea while you change. He’s surprised when you emerge dressed down with sweats for him in hand. 

“Menswear designer,” you remind him simply.

Even though it was never technically real until this moment, Steve falls back into the routine of kissing your temple so easily as he passes off the mug and heads to the tiny bathroom. 

When he returns though, you have a familiar thousand-mile stare.

He tries to change the subject, to get you talking about something other than today, tonight, and tomorrow. He draws a blank until the shuffle of paper sounds beneath his hand. It just so happens that on your dining table—or should he say, your work desk?—is a sketch for his Gala outfit. 

“Would you come with me?”

You hum softly in question.

“I mean, as my date. Will you go on a date with me? To this Hellfire thing?” 

The distance in your eyes shrinks until it’s just him and you. A smile blooms across your strained face.

“Yes. I’d like that,” you say softly before taking a huge breath that seems to physically toss weight off your hunched form. “Whatever shall I wear though…”

“Not to give you extra work,” Steve chuckles back, “but I know this great designer.”

You laugh into your tea, both hands around the ceramic, holding on for dear life.

“Should I open a window? You probably could use some more fresh air,” he offers. 

“Oh, they’re painted shut, possibly since before I was born, but we could go to the roof?” 

He’s not sure if that’s a commentary on you finding him lurking up there last week, but it’s a fine idea nonetheless. “Chairs?” 

You look around and counter. “Pillows?”

Steve takes another moment to think while you gather, and he ends up holding several cushions and your tea. As you both continue up the much tinier staircase to the access door, something occurs to him. 

“Wait, did you give me a prototype that was untested?”

You laugh nervously. “Um—“ you use your butt to open the door “—well, see, if anyone’s gonna be fine should a bulletproof and bullet repellant material fail, it’ll be a super soldier, right?” 

“So I was your guinea pig?!”

“I’m sorry,” you burst sarcastically. “You got a free, custom jacket—which you chose to wear to my show, might I add—and what would you have had ready without my ‘untested prototype?’” 

Steve makes doe eyes in the dark, ambient light pollution. “I just thought you cared about my safety there for a minute…” 

“I cared for everyone’s safety,” you chirp in retaliation for his heavy guilting. “I made those panels just in case, but I was never, ever going to cancel my whole show on the assumption Fisk would pull a stunt like that. Forgive me for not living my life in fear of what that lunatic, second-rate kingpin might do!” 

He shrugs at that, dropping his pillows in a makeshift seat pattern right beside yours. “Fair point.” 

There’s a comfortable silence while you sip your cooling tea. 

“Should have made myself one,” Steve laments in a soft breath. 

“Sweet, chivalrous beefcake,” you whisper, shaking your head. 

“Tony really said that, didn’t he?” 

“I think he wanted me to know he is my competition for your affection.”

“You aren’t…” Steve stops himself. He was going to say you and Tony are not competitors at all, but that isn’t true on multiple levels. He swivels to scoop up your legs and settle them over his lap, just like he used to on the couch at the Tower, and you squeak, clutching your sloshing tea. One of his hands circles your hip to rest at the top of one leg. The other lands at the strip of bare skin where your sweats don’t touch the ankle of your slip-on shoes. His pinky flicks over the fleece lining, rounding out his mental measurements of your body. For now.

“There is no competition,” his concludes in a low, deep tone. “You win.”

You stare up at him with glassy eyes now, in awe of something he can’t see but hopes to earn. This time it’s your expression that pleads for him, and he leans in for another lingering, thorough kiss.

Steve licks the sweet taste off his lips. “Should’ve made another tea,” he repeats.

Your eyes open again slowly, sleepily, reminding him of that daydream of waking up next to you and breakfast in bed.

He sneaks another peck before you can forms words.

“Is this a bad time to tell you…that I forgot my keys and the door shut all the way?”

Steve looks over incredulously at that stupid exit and sighs, scratching his jaw.

“It’s, uh, about as bad as—“ he debates admitting what he’s about to “—well, I can, I mean I could get us back in, but…” He glances over the side of the building. “How do you feel about sleeping with a window open, or rather, no window?”

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