#and knowing if they go well *I* think the killer sucks they have to actually defend themselves

[huhniebowl]

hi!!!! could you possibly do something where the reader and dom are on a podcast together?? i think that would be super fun☺️☺️

anon, this is probably the funniest request i've ever worked on oh my god.😭 i had so much fun writing this! thank you for sending it in!

this is heavily inspired by the drake podcast with bobbi. i also read a few of dom's interviews, so a good bit of the dialogue is based on some things he's actually said.

this is dialogue heavy just so you all know! hope you love it!

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You move the mic stand that your crew set up, so it’s level with your face, and adjust yourself under the blankets of your guest star's bed. 

“Okay, tell me when,” Dominic says. He’s holding the clapperboard, and watching your crew for his signal. 

“Marking.” He says into the mic, then snaps the take. He grins, while one of the crew members come to take the clapperboard. “Ah, bet you didn’t think I knew about that huh?” 

It’s episode seven of your podcast, and you somehow managed to get Dominic Fike as your guest. You’ve been a fan of his for years, and have followed him through his ups and downs of fame, fortune, and misfortune.

You’re a little shocked at how well you’re keeping your composure by being able to have your favorite artist featured on your show, but you're thankful for it. 

“Hello everyone, welcome to episode seven of I’m Not in Your Bed, and today I’m here with.” 

You look over at Dominic, and he leans into his mic.

“Dominic Fike. How are you guys today.”

“Are you talking to me or the viewers?” 

“The viewers.” 

“This isn’t live though, so you won’t get to know their responses.” You turn on your side so you're facing Dom, and move your mic in front of you. 

“Well yeah, but, isn’t that like proper podcast etiquette or some shit.” He starts to trail off towards the end and he looks at the staff. You hear a few of them chuckle, and you almost do too, but you can’t break character. 

“Who taught you that?” 

“Well, I just sort of.” He pauses for a moment, “Fuck you.” There’s no bite to it, and the staff laughs out. 

"You think Drake is watching this?" He asks, fixing the glasses on his face.

"Maybe, he was my episode four."

"Were you in his bed too?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Fuckin’ cheater dude." That earns him a few laughs behind the camera.

“How does it feel having a stranger in your bed?” You ask. Dominic tilts his head in thought. 

“Well, it’s not too weird. I used to have random women in here all the time.” 

He then grabs hold of the mic and stares dead into the camera. “Not anymore though. Completely abstinent. Not fucking. Stop having sex. I’m talking to you. The one watching me say this while probably planning on having sex later.” You stare at him and press your lips together, letting the silence after his proclamation linger in the air. 

“And how’s that been going for you?” 

“You know, it’s been well. I’ve stopped a lot of crazy shit recently. Stopped smoking, stopped drugs. Stopped drinking more than 4 cups of coffee a day.” 

“How do you like your coffee.” 

“Black. I hate that creamer shit.” 

“You know it’s reported that some of the most known serial killers drank their coffee black and were Capricorns?” Dom’s eyebrows raise. 

“Oh fuck, really?” 

“No, I made it up. But you feel a little crazy now don’t you?” Dominic drops his head and starts laughing, the staff right along with him. 

“What’s your sign?” He asks once he gathers himself. 

“Cancer.” 

“Ah, that makes sense. You probably have a mommy kink or some shit huh?” You look at him in disbelief and suck your teeth when your staff betrays you with giggles. 

“I do not–” 

“Momm–.” 

“Dominic.” You warn, glaring at him. He bursts out laughing, and you can’t help the scoff you let out. 

“You know, they do say that Capricorns and Cancers are the mom and dad of the zodiac.” You try to reason.

“You’re the mom right?” He asks. You squint your eyes at him and dig around the space between you two. He’s simpering at you, trying to prove his mommy kink bit.

“I lied, I'm a Leo.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I know.” You pull out a little knitted beanie baby from the blankets. It wears the hat Dominic had on during Coachella. “A fan made this for you right?” 

“Yes, she did! Isn’t it sick?” 

“It is. How does it feel having some of the most creative fans there is out there?” 

Dominic looks between you, and the plush, then reaches his hand out for it. “You know, it's almost surreal. This fame shit kinda came out of nowhere for me, so there was a huge adjustment period I went through when it came to people supporting me and giving me things they put so much time into.” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“I think I’m still adjusting to it really, but nothing brings me more joy than like seeing this stuff you know? I love my fans, and I’d be nothing without them.” 

“It seems they love you back just as much, if not more.” Dom grins and nods, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re so fucking creative.” 

“Have you read your fanfics?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Because I have one right here we can—” You stop mid-sentence and pull out your phone. 

“Are you serious?” He looks at the camera as if he was Jim from The Office when you ignore him, and begin typing with urgency.

“This is the most excited I’ve seen you since this started.” 

You ignore his comment and hand him your phone with a fic pulled up. 

“Read this.”

“Yo, do you read these yourself? You found this way too fast.”

“I found this one last night. Now read.” 

It’s a Tumblr story you saved for this very moment, and you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Smut? What’s smut?” He looks at you for an answer, but you just gesture your hands toward the phone for him to keep reading. 

It’s silent for a few, and you signal your cameraman to zoom in on Dominic’s face. 

You watch as his face morphs into confusion, then surprise, then what you assume is mild interest, before he’s pulling the phone back and his eyes are blown wide. 

“Holy fucking shit y’all write porn about me?” The crew erupts into laughter, and you tuck your lips in to avoid laughing too. 

“Smut.” You say. 

Dominic glances from you, back to the phone. 

“Why am I kinda turned on by this.” 

“Because I wrote it.” 

Dominic whips his head towards you, and his mouth drops.

“Wait really?” You don’t respond, reaching down to the floor and pulling up a box of Reese’s Puffs cereal. 

“Reese’s?” You ask, dropping a handful into your mouth and holding the box out to him. 

“Where did you—” Dominic keeps the same shocked expression and turns back towards the camera. The cameraman starts to laugh again and zooms in on his face. 

“When did you—” He stops, watching you chew with mild interest to his confusion. So he presses his lips together, clicks your phone off, and folds his hands together over his lap. 

“Yeah, let me get some.” You wordlessly lean over and Dominic tilts his head back so you can shake some cereal from the box into his mouth. 

“Good?” You ask while chewing. 

“Yeah.” He nods. Silence ensues while you both continue to chew while staring at each other. Then at the same time, you turn to the camera with monotone expressions. It’s unplanned, and the crew let out chuckles once again. 

“So how was touring?” You swallow, and reach down towards the floor again, pulling up two bowls with spoons in them. Dom’s learned not to question you anymore at this point, and just accepts a bowl. 

“It was fucking fun dude. I wasn’t expecting everyone to know the words of my album for the first few dates since I toured a solid week after the release.” 

“Resse’s, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Lucky Charms?” 

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” 

You pull up that box, and pour some into his bowl, then yours. “It must have felt incredible to hear them yelling it back to you. Did it?” 

“Oh man, I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get used to. A lot of my songs are me just fucking around and making stuff that people can dance to you know?” You nod, and bring up a jug of milk, filling up your bowl, then Dom’s.

“So when I’m performing, it kinda feels like me and my fans are just kicking shit up. I’m dancing, they're dancing, it feels good. It’s fun. Whatever’s bothering them can just be forgotten for a bit.” He takes a spoonful of cereal to his lips and hums around his spoon. 

“I was at one of your shows, the LA one. And what I noticed was that your energy on stage is unbelievable.” You press your cereal down into the milk with your spoon, before continuing. 

“Like, you look so youthful, and just in your element up there. You bring such an intense and loving energy to every show and I strangely found myself missing you when it was all over and I’d never even formally met you until now.” 

It’s silent for a moment, Dominic soaking up your words while you begin eating. 

“Was that your way of confessing? Are we like gonna kiss now?” 

You roll your eyes and your crew giggles. 

“No, but seriously, thank you. That means the world, especially when like I said before I’m still adjusting to this shit.” 

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re navigating through all this perfectly. It’s why I became a fan in the first place. Your talent is unique to you and only you. And I mean it when I say talent like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

You point your spoon at him, “I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say we’re beyond lucky to experience you and all your greatness in our lifetime.” You give him a big smile. 

Dominic stares at you, and you can’t read his expression but you also don’t look for too long. Opting to look into your cereal bowl, because you could feel the love-sick look that was about to show on your face.

“You’re too good at this sentimental shit dude, what the fuck.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, so you try to lighten the mood. 

“Don’t start crying on here or I’ll be forced to use it as my thumbnail for views.” The staff comes to your aid with laughter, and Dominic joins in. 

“You wouldn’t do that.” He goes to wipe his face with his shirt but is met with silence and your face back to its deadpan. He looks between you and the staff, then the camera. He speaks a little unsure, his voice going up a pitch.

“Right?”

You fully break character and full-on laugh. Unable to keep up your act with him. 

The podcast continues for a bit longer before you bring it to a close. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to say before I take a nap in your bed?” The cameraman zooms in on Dominic. 

“Um, thank you for having me. This was easily my favorite interview I’ve done. The cereal was great.” he laughs and holds up the bowl. “To my fans, I love you all so much, thank you for always showing out for me.” 

“Please continue to love my album, and stay tuned for what’s to come.” Someone behind the camera whistles, and everyone begins clapping.

The camera zooms out and shows you staring at Dom with the expression you feared the most. You’re looking at him with a dopey smile, cheek resting against the palm of your hand. 

One of the staff calls out your name, and you blink, jumping up and looking at the camera, then back at Dom who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god, were you falling in love with me just now?” 

“No, what.” You scoff, looking around like he’s crazy. 

“Holy shit, you were totally falling in love with me!” He laughs while moving up and pointing at you excitedly. The staff once again, betray you and join Dom. You mutter curses and pull back the blankets, stumbling off the bed and speed-walking away. The camera follows you, as you go behind the staff and all the equipment.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Dominic’s still laughing, hopping up and following after you.

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m sorry!” He calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and slinging himself over you, while you cover your face and groan. 

The camera follows you both all the way out until you turned the corner. Laughs still loud and boisterous on the set. 

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!” She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

[kenzisthings]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩

𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰

quinn smiled and then turns to you. “and poor innocent y/n, you know you really should have listened to mindy when she told you too never trust the love interest.” she starts slowly walking towards you. sam and tara stand in front of you trying to protect you. “i mean come on! did you really think that ethan liked you.” she says in a mocking tone. you shake your head and look at ethan, his eyes looked different. you wanted to see the man you cared for but you don’t and that makes you cry even more. ethan just stares back with a glint in his eyes, like he was almost sad or apologetic.

quinn giggles at you regaining your attention.

“oh…oh don’t tell me you feel in love with him?” she mocks you. “aw poor y/n that must suck for you doesn’t it.” as she gets closer ethan comes around to the other side and surrounds sam, tara and you. sam and tara grab a brick and each hold it up confidently. “y/n when i say go i want you to make a run for it.” you look a sam with worry shaking you head no. “i can’t! i don’t wanna leave you.” tara turns and gives you a look, a look that kinda reassures you and you nod.

both girls eye down quinn and ethan. “y/n go!”

after you heard sams worlds you sprinted and the girls started to attack the ghostfaces. you run into an empty room and stop looking around thinking your safe. you turn to walk around the corner but stopped when a sharp blade comes face to face. you look at ethan with horror in your eyes.

“i love you, i really do you have to know that y/n.” you look at your boyfriend and glare at him. “you mean your actually going to kill me?” ethan looks at you, oh how he looks at you. like he loves you. “i mean just that!” he tells you but you see it in his eyes he’s still that nerdy boy that couldn’t even talk too you a few months back. “well, go ahead.” you don’t know where this confidence came from, hell you were scared shitless.

“you can’t kill me, you can’t kill me because you love me.” ethan shakes his head at you, trying to deny it but you see right through him. he loved you and you were his weekness. ethan’s release on you neck let’s you have a gasp of air you were holding in. “god. i’m so fucking stupid!” he backs up still pointing the knife at you. “i wanted to protect you. you can come with us and i’ll keep you safe.” you shake your head, “ethan your a killer. you are not the ethan i loved. and i will never love you.” ethan walks up to you and grabs your face as much as you tried to get out of his grasp. he leans in a presses and light feathered kiss to your forehead, that leave you with tears running down your face.

“i’m sorry but i have to do this for my dad.” he then takes the knife and pulls his hand back to aims it at you. just as the sharp blade cames close to your stomach a loud gunshot is heard and ethan falls to his knees. there sam is with a gun pointed at his body. you look down to where ethan is laying. blood all over his face and mouth as his breathing is slowed down. it makes you cry, not cry because he’s dying. no cry because you actually trusted this asshole.

you bend down to the ground and ethan looks at you. he trying reaching for your hand but you flinch away. he just smiles at you. and he’s gone. sam rushed over and pulls you into a hug as she looks at ethan. “come on we can go.” you nod stepping over your past lovers body and meet up with tara as she runs and hugs you. she lets go and gives you a sad smile and links arms with you. as you walk out you sigh.

“i can already hear mindy and her i told you so.” tara giggles and tugs you to the ambulance so you can both get patch up.

[mikassaviola]

Best Friends Brother|MYG

Description: Your best friend's older sexy brother. The older one. Smart. Intelligent. The one who advises you about life ever since you were a kid.

Warnings: age gap, reader is 20, Yoongi is 27, Soft Dom Yoongi, Mentions of insecurity indirectly, Unprotected sex, slight fingering, appreciation, nipple sucking, after shower after care, cute stuff?

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You and your best friend Mina were now eating pizza and sharing reels to one another, meeting after a long time and having big plans.

But this is what you were actually doing.

Nothing.

But it was comfortable.

Mina's phone ringing interrupted you as you looked at her lazily picking up the phone and putting it to her ear.

Just like Yoongi, you thought.

You shook your head, it had been too long since you met him. He's probably busy with some music projects in Seoul.

Meanwhile you and Mina went to different colleges and met up like this after a long long time, fixing your schedules when free.

"Oh you're here? Sure sure, yeah", You heard her say, as you curiously eyes her. She was getting up after cutting the call.

"It's Jungkook, you know the guy who was three years our senior?", Mina said and you nodded still confused as to where this conversation was going.

"Yeah, the jock guy", You replied casually.

"Well I've been going out with him for a while, and he's outside.. I'll be back by the night?", She asked but didn't really ask as she was already putting on her socks after jeans.

"I didn't even know how long you've been dating? Is he good? Seemed like a Playboy back in the day", You asked completely not expecting that. She hasn't told you she's been dating for a while?

"Three months, will see you. I'll probably be late cover for me yeah?", She said leaving you alone in her house.

You were supposed to catch up, watch a scary movie at night, do your face mask and stuff. Just you and her.

But in these two years ever since you joined colleges you've been drifting apart, it's no secret.

She can feel it, you can too. Always inseparable during school, best of friends and all that shit just going into trash as soon as you joined.

Your personalities were really different and in the back of your mind you already saw this coming.

The bell rang making you frown, no one was supposed to be here.

Her parents have gone out for the weekend hence your plan of staying, her brother's in Seoul and she possibly can't be back so soon.

She clearly stated that she'd be back by night.

You walked to the door, your over thinking ass wondering if it's a serial killer as you opened the door.

It was quite the opposite. It was Yoongi. With a big ass suitcase. Dresses in dark blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt.

He looked handsome.

"Hi, uhm long time", You mumbled stepping aside giving him a way in.

He was also surprised to see you, hoping for his mom to answer the door.

"Yeah, how you doing?", He asked walking to his room casually as multiple questions popped inside your head.

Why is he here? Is he staying? Did something happen at work? Is he good?

He looked like he lost a lot of weight. He walked back inside probably after keeping the suitcase as you filled a glass of water for him to take.

"Thanks uh, so where's everyone else? Didn't expect you here", He asked drinking his water in one go as you leaned on the counter across him just like he was.

"Your parents are out for the weekend, and I was uhm with Mina, she uhm... She's out buying some snacks for us, I was supposed to stay in your room since Mina snores", You said as he gazed at you nodding at your words.

"Yeah, I didn't really tell anyone so..", He said shrugging at the end and you nodded taking in his words.

"Why don't we sit down?", You walked to his room because Mina's was really quite messy, not like he would mind she was his sister but you just thought it'd be better.

Less messy and probably more comfortable for him, he's back after like an year? Or even longer.

After you were settled down on his bed and him beside you leaning at the headboard you asked.

"Is it fine at your work?", You said looking at him. He was just looking up. He looked pretty, his cheeky cheeks and pretty feline eyes.

You missed this. Sitting like this and talking about life with him.

"It is yeah, although it was getting too much, felt like I wasn't getting a break. So another producer offered me to take off for like a month or two", He explained smiling slightly making you smile.

"Sounds good Yoongi, you got good colleagues", You said following his gaze and staring at the ceiling. Many star stickers pasted on the ceiling.

Back when Yoongi and Mina shared a room and Mina wanted a starry ceiling, her room was their store back then. Then she turned 8 and got her personal room.

"I do, what about you? How's it going at college?", He asked the question you dreaded. You didn't know whether to ramble to him how shitty everything is, the last was two years back.

When you were 18 and were about to start college.

But now things are different. Yoongi has always been smart but he looked even more mature, having work experience too now.

"It's fine", You said but Yoongi could tell it wasn't.

You were different. Introvert. Never opened up to anyone really. He didn't like that you weren't even telling him things like you used to. But then again he was the one who was focused on work never taking a break. Less calls. Less texts.

"Mhm, made many friends?", He asked and you looked at him to find him already looking at you.

"Not really but I'm fine", You shrugged.

"You miss Mina?", He asked.

"Of course I wish she was in my college would've made things easier but that's okay too", You said. You never said it out loud. Not to Mina because every time she talked about her college. She was always doing so good.

"Mina would've come back by now", Yoongi mumbled checking the time and you sighed.

"Look, she's with a guy. Please don't tell your parents, will be back by night", You bit your lower lip waiting for him to react and he shrugged.

"Should've told me Y/N, she's an adult now. Although she shouldn't have left you alone", Yoongi said.

He noticed the pained expression that took over your face, scrunching his face and cocking his face to the side giving you the look.

You sighed. "We've just drifted apart I guess", You let out, rubbing your forehead slightly.

"Impossible, you were so close", Yoongi retorts totally shocked and you smiled slightly.

"We have, ever since college started, she made new friends, a boyfriend, she's having her own adventures that the boring me could never suggest", You chuckled slightly hurt. You thought she'd always choose you even though you can be really constant about your life.

"You literally made her jump roofs", Yoongi exclaimed and you immediately groaned at the memory of the 14 year old you.

"Not that adventure, the smoking, clubbing types. I've never been that kind of person Yoongi, you know it and she has always been an extrovert", You explained a little frustrated.

"Then she's choosing shit if that's what she wants, what about you", He asked.

"I have been the same, not many friends and all, I just miss Mina and I miss you", You said looking at him as he sighed.

"You're really awesome, just don't think you're boring or stuff because your adventure isn't Mina's cup of tea", Yoongi explained and you smiled. Always good with his words.

"You know I'm sometimes jealous of her, because she's so good at it. At communication. Like she's forgetting about me and here I'm stuck with her memories", You chuckled at the realisation that you were saying this to Yoongi.

"Mhm and?", Yoongi asks as you bite your lip. He surely knows you to the point that he understands when you want to say more but won't because you think he'd judge you.

"And, she's good with guys. Don't get me wrong, they come back. And the guy I dated. God he made me feel horrible. Like I wasn't a good fuck, had me scarred for life I guess", You let it out and laughed afterwards masking the hurt with it.

"And you believed him? Didn't even try anyone else? Maybe he was bad at it yanno?", Yoongi argued knows you too well to know you're hurt. Knows you're an overthinker.

"I couldn't try someone else", You said a force in your words, your eyes on him, his on yours, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why?", He asked.

"Because, I-", You leaned over placing your lips on his.

He's been talking for too long, knows you're fucked. He looks so pretty doing nothing. You just can't help when he's so close to you after so long.

Fuck the besties code that you and Mina never talked about. About not being with each other's siblings.

Your hands settled around his neck as he started moving along your lips after a while. It got hot and wet after a while as you devoured each other.

Yoongi has always liked you, you were so different and adventurous and good at talks completely opposite of what you just told him.

And when you kissed him, for a second he thought he was simply imagining it but here you were gripping on his collar as his hands sneaked around your waist.

You pulled back out of breath.

"Because every time I'm with a guy, you're on my mind. Yoongi would've listened better, replied better", You said pecking his lips in between your words as he just stared at you baffled by your actions.

"Would've touched me better", You said placing yourself on his lap.

"Shit you gotta reply to me Yoongi", You said grinding on his crotch as Yoongi took your hands pushing you back and climbed over you.

"God do you have any idea what you're doing?", Yoongi said as your heart beat fastened inside your chest at the proximity. Your actions registering in your head as you got red and red. "Never took you the one to be so reckless", Yoongi pointed out his lips finding your neck making you gasp.

"Yoongi", You whined as he started un buttoning your t-shirt trailing kisses along it making your skin burn as he reached in between your breasts.

"Was so glad when I saw you open the door", He mumbled against your skin softly making you whine.

"Yoongi, I"- You gasped when he took your nipple in his mouth. You didn't wear a bra knowing only you and Mina would be at home.

"You're so pretty baby, Mina is just stupid", Yoongi says leaning back sitting up and removing his T-shirt.

You both half naked, your cheeks red, chest heaving up and down as Yoongi traced your tummy and grabbed your boobs making you hiss.

"So sensitive here", Yoongi cooed coming down to lick your nippled and suck on them as you pulled on his locks slightly making him groan.

Giving both of your nipples a good suck he trailed his kisses down, biting and nipping on your skin making you whine out.

"So loud, all for me bet that boy didn't worship this perfect body", Yoongi said toying with your waistband.

"Yoongi please I want you to touch me", You whined out as he pulled down your trousers along with your panties.

"I am touching you", He said and you whined making him laugh at you, his gums showing.

He spread your legs for his eyes to see, his laugh fading and his eyes darken when he looked at your cunt.

"You want me so bad, don't you? Look at you baby, so fucking messy, all for me", He said his right hand leaving your leg and coming down to your pussy pushing a finger inside.

"Fuck yes, Yoongi. All for you ", You mumbled your breath catching in your throat and he pumped his finger in and out making you moan.

"I know", Yoongi murmured pulling down his jeans along with his boxers and holy fuck. You've never seen anything so big, not in porn, never in real life.

He was big and thick and perfectly long.

"Yoongi you're so beautiful", You moaned out feeling the need for him to be inside. "Please put it inside me", You said seeing slight pre cum leak out at your words.

"You have no idea what you're playing with, you want me so bad yeah?", Yoongi said pressing the head of his cock to your clit rubbing it up and down.

"I'll cry if you don't", You said out of frustration, not thinking before you spike making Yoongi grin.

"Would love to see that, will see that someday", He said pushing his full length inch by inch inside you as you opened your mouth and closed your eyes. Taking him in.

"Shit Yoongi, you're so so so big", You said out of breath and Yoongi leaned down pressing his lips to yours.

You could feel his veins rub against your pussy walls as he shifted slightly making you wince.

"So tight, so fucking tight. My fucking pussy", Yoongi rambled and gave you a long, slow but powerful thrust making you gasp.

"Yes, yes yours. God feels so heavenly", You said as he started thrusting in and out.

His dick filling you so well, reaching deeper with every thrust.

His hands holding yours above your head as he thrusted inside your pussy repeatedly and harshly.

"Yes yes yes yes Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi", You chanted like a mantra making him groan.

"Whoever said this is bad can fuck themselves, this is the best. Made for me. Mine", Yoongi growled sitting on his heels pulling you towards him holding your legs up as he thrusted inside you violently.

"Holy fuck, fuck, yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoon- ah fuck - gi", You moaned feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck yes, tell everyone who's making you feel good. Who do you belong to baby? My pretty baby", Yoongi moaned his thrust getting sloppier and faster.

"You Yoongi", You cried out. "I am gonna"-

"Me too", Yoongi growled.

"Inside, Fill me, I'm on pill", You moaned feeling your orgasm wash over you and feeling overstimulated as he thrusted and thrusted until he came inside you with a groan.

Leaning his body over yours, sweat beads coating his forehead as he kissed you sweetly.

"You are so beautiful", Yoongi said, his voice deep and soft as you smiled.

"You are such a talker when you fuck", You said as he pressed his forehead to yours as you both laughed.

"You make me say things", Yoongi replied, both of you tired but had the biggest smiles on your faces.

"I love your smile, always have ever since we were kids", You mumbled taking his face in your hands and tracing your fingers over his gums.

"Ahan, is that so?", Yoongi asked and you giggled.

"Mhm, let's take a shower?", You asked making Yoongi get up as you both took a shower together. Bathing each other and talking.

"It's not a one time thing, don't overthink", Yoongi murmured drying your hair with a hair dryer.

"I know Yoongi, I'm looking forward to us", You said smiling at him wearing his t-shirt and shorts as he smiled back.

You both laying in your bed, your head on his chest, your arms up in the air as you measured your hands silently.

"You're so small", Yoongi exclaimed and you huffed.

"I'm taller than Mina", You said nuzzling your face in his neck bringing your hand down to wrap around hin.

"Never took you as the cuddly one, can live like this forever", Yoongi said making you smile.

"I know you're tired and want to sleep though, sleepy baby", You said.

"Baby? I'm like 7 years older?", Yoongi mocked and you both laughed. Glad that his age was not a matter of concern but something you were joking about and you hope it stays the same.

"okay baby", You teased, your laughs never fading as you both slept in each other's embrace.

A/N: you can lmk about my errors yk I'm like really new to this😭

[eliima141]

Part two of Dragon!Price and Deer!Reader

Warnings!: nsfw, age gaps, breeding, two cock price, cubby/thick reader.

Im gonna try more fluff this time. :3

• Since Price is used to nesting and being around female dragons he would so try to get Reader to nest as well, mixing their cultures together.

• Price’s favorite positions are lazy positions. The two of you being comfortable together while he rams into Readers tiny little cunt. Making them easily cock drunk from how deep the angle was. Specially in spooning positions since he could have more control of your legs, being able to move them up and down to hit your gummy little spots.

•Price the type of guy to over do foreplay. Kissing Reader for at least 12 minutes before finally trailing kisses down readers neck and jaw, putting his giant leg between your legs to grind your cubby pussy against it. Taunting you as you leave a wet spot on the pant of his knee.

•Before he started courting you he was never much of munch. Yea sure he would give the laddies he did before you tons of pleasure but going down on them and lapping their folds with his tongue? He didn’t see the appeal. until Reader came into his forest, well How could he not? They were so sweet smelling and soft, even better is that they had a fat fucking pussy. Who in their right mind would refuse to be in between thighs like theirs? It was like trying to find a treasure between their thick folds, sucking on readers clit and tonguing her gooey hole. The satisfaction was unbeatable when he made Reader cum on his face for the first time. He was good with his cock and hands but being able to suck on Readers cunt was something new, like a new level being unlocked. Ever since then his beard has been getting more and more bleached every time he’s off of deployment. 141 teases him for it, his dark brown beard and mustache slowly getting streaks of red, orange and other colors into the mix around his mouth.

• Price can and will make you black out during sex, specially near his ruts, he gets more energy in to actually fuck you like a mad man. Gripping your hips before slamming you down onto his cock, readjusting and then shoving you into a mating press. And shit, his ruts are even worse, monthly ruts, lasting for about 3 days to a week. Since Reader starting dating price they had become a regular at the towns furniture store due to how many couches and beds they break on a monthly. The poor wall having dents, scratches and holes where ever they place the bed frame. Whatever at least they know what room to not put their kids in. Might as well sound proof the place due to how loud they fuck.

•Price has a breeding kink no doubt. First time he ever got to touch you he imagined what you would be like pregnant, such a tiny thing waddling around with a giant belly full of little dragon and deer hybrids.

•I dont think dragon price would be one to dabble in much aftercare. Washing your little body after scenting and marking you all over? Why would he do that? He already does his best to make sure you stink of his scent. Cumming in your lotion to have a tad of that scent, rubbing his scent glands over any part of you at any given second, when your not around spilling your clean clothes onto the bed, then instantly laying on them, making sure he it had been a few hours since he showered. But price would care for you, not leaving you cold and alone, cuddling you. almost whining when getting up to get you some fruit and water maybe some pain killers depending on the type of session.

[killsaki]

final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

/// /// ///

maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

/// /// ///

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

if you saw any typos, no you didn’t !!<;33

reblogs + asks + feedback appreciated !

[sanguineterrain]

about a house | eddie munson

i am back with another installment of my about a boy series! you don't have to read them to understand this fic, so check them out only if you feel like it :)

Summary: You and Eddie have your first time together.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: insecure reader, unspecified trauma and poor self image, NSFW but it's not descriptive. reader's biology is unspecified. first time having sex, established relationship, hurt comfort.

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Eddie tastes like rain. 

You'd gotten caught in a thunderstorm on your way back from The Hideout tonight. Baby curls are slicked against his neck. His rings are warm from his body and the July heat. They're a comfortable weight against your arm. 

He smells like a million things. Cheap beer. Bar peanuts. Smoke. Leather. The chalky Dial soap that's quickly become your favorite scent. 

But Eddie tastes like rain. 

Your arms are stiff beneath him. You want to move them. You like when Eddie kisses you. You like that he tastes differently each time. 

But you're stuck. 

"Baby?" 

And now he's noticed. 

Eddie lifts his head. He tucks a wet curl behind his ear. You reach to twirl it around your finger. He smiles at you. You feel monstrous. Like you've just crawled out from under his bed, in view when you shouldn't be.

You belong to the void. But Eddie's never been afraid of the dark. 

"Hey, honey," he whispers, thumb sliding over your cheek. "What's up? Y'wanna stop?" 

You asked him this morning. Eddie had made waffles, and he'd just finished inhaling three and was on his fourth when you asked. 

"Can we have sex?"

He’d put his fork down, wiped a drop of syrup from the corner of his lip with his thumb and sucked it clean. Then he’d looked at you very seriously. 

"Do you want to have sex?"

And, well. Yes. Obviously. That's why you asked, isn't it?

You're on his bed. There are too many things in his room that remind you of how none of this is yours and that you ought to let Eddie go soon so he actually has a shot at a real relationship. Those are definitely mood killers. You are definitely a mood killer. 

"No," you say. "No, I don't want to stop." 

You feel his eyes on you, feel him parse whether you're lying or not. Not even lying—just if you're unaware. Sometimes Eddie has to remind you that you can tell him no. 

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You stare at his wall of metal posters. At things that make him Eddie. You clutch his t-shirt tighter. His thumb rubs circles on your hip.

"What if it's weird?" you ask. 

"What is?" 

"This. Me. My body."

You look at yourself, at your rucked up shirt, your sockless feet. 

"All bodies are weird," Eddie says. 

"No, they're not."

"Yeah-huh. You think my body isn't weird? My body's just as freaky as the ol' noodle."

He taps his temple with one finger. 

"You're not weird, though," you say. 

"No?" 

You turn your head and stare at the single window in Eddie's room. It's pitch black outside. You kind of want the light to be off in here too. 

"Maybe this won't be good," you say. "Maybe I won't like it. Maybe I'll be bad."

He eases your head back so you face him once again. 

"Sweet thing, you could bite my lip off and I'd still love ya. And if you don't like it at any point, we'll stop. No questions."

"It has to be good," you say. 

Eddie tilts his head. There's no trace of humor in his eyes now. 

"Why does it have to be good?" he asks quietly. 

"Because it's me." 

"What?"

You sigh. 

"You know what I mean," you say. "You know, Eddie."

"I'm not sure that I do, sweet thing."

You look at him, wishing he'd read your mind. But he can't, and it's not fair to expect him to. Eddie may not be afraid of the dark, but that doesn't mean he should stumble through your brain. 

"You live in your body," you say, like it explains everything. It should. 

"And you… don't?" 

“I live…” You look down at your body. Sometimes you forget it's yours. “I live outside. It's like… like I'm a house. And I've lost the keys. So I watch through a window and wait to be let in.”

“Maybe you're already inside,” he says. 

“How can I be inside if I don't know how to get to the kitchen or the bedroom?” You squeeze your eyes shut. “It's like I'm a ghost.”

It has to be another house because your house isn't inviting to someone like Eddie. You'll let him in and the decoration will put him off and you've never learned how to say the right things at the right time, and when you invite someone inside, there's an expectation—

“Baby. Hey. Hey, honey.” Eddie taps your cheek gently. “Can y’look at me, please? You're worrying me.”

“You won't like my house,” you say, and open your eyes. Your vision blurs at the edges. “I don't even like my house.”

Eddie's wearing that pinched expression that resurfaces whenever you say something sad. 

Outside, the rain keeps on. You're too sad for him. 

“I think you've got a very beautiful house,” he says. “I've seen the outside and gotten peeks of the inside and everything I've seen has only made me want to see more.” 

He leans in and kisses you like your paint isn't peeling, like the roof hasn't caved in, like you aren't beyond fixing. 

“I like your windows and their shutters,” he says, kissing your eyelids. “And I like your door. I like the music and laughter that comes out of it.” He kisses your mouth, petting your hips.  

“I like your door,” you whisper into his mouth. 

Eddie smiles against your skin and kisses down your neck. 

“Mm, what else? I like how strong your house is. How it's been rained on so many times and it's still here. I like the light that shines from inside, how warm and inviting it is. I like that you let me through the front gate even though it's scary to let someone in.”

“Eddie.” You’re begging. “Don’t have to like it. I’ll let you in anyway.”

Eddie reels back, dark eyes molten. “Don’t ever think you have to let me inside to keep me. Alright? This is your house, baby. Not mine. I come when invited. And I love you. I love every part.”

“I want you in,” you say. You do. You never thought you would but you’re sure that you want Eddie inside. 

He cups the back of your head and your hip. It makes your bricks wobble. You never knew that living in your body could be a home and not a break-in. 

Eddie’s house is beautiful, but you knew that. His skin is smooth, dotted with freckles and moles. Silver scars criss-cross over his stomach. He catches you staring.

“One day, I’ll tell you about ‘em,” he murmurs, tracing your cheek with his thumb. “But tonight‘s about you.”

“I like your house,” you say.

Eddie smiles. His cheeks tinge red.  

“You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world,” he says. 

He helps you take off your clothes. You take longer than him, but Eddie doesn’t rush. Just kisses your exposed skin.

“We can stop here if you want,” he says when you’re both bare. 

“It might not be good,” you say again. “Remember?”

“Sweet thing, have you ever considered that maybe it’ll be good because it’s you?”

You pull him in by his neck, so you can whisper in his ear. You can’t look at Eddie’s windows right now. 

“Inside might be scary,” you say. 

Eddie makes a warm sound. “Everybody’s got an attic, baby. Nothing scary ‘bout ‘em.”

You search for his hand blindly. He links your fingers and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Come in,” you say. 

So Eddie does.

It isn’t long before you’re both panting. Eddie’s pet you for a long while, sweet strokes that make you squeal and sigh. Your sounds make him grin every time. 

“Do you—do you like my house?” Your ankles cross behind Eddie's back. The wind whistles against the window. This is not a break-in.

“Sweet thing, I'd love your house even if you never let me inside,” Eddie says, a moan stuck in his throat as he bottoms out. “You okay? Y’wanna keep going?”

You nod and tuck your face into his shoulder. Eddie’s curls are frizzy and they stick to his forehead. Words climb dangerously up your throat, words about houses and moving in and vows and picking furniture. Your eyes burn. 

“Baby, are y—hey.” Eddie starts to pull out. You shake your head furiously and keep his hips lined with yours. 

“No, ‘m fine,” you say, lightning in your belly growing. “Really, Ed, fine. Just feel safe. You’re safe. I love your house.”

Eddie’s answering hum is tender. He kisses you hard, salt on your door.

You find yourself in the window’s reflection again. The rain keeps on. 

This time, you don’t feel locked out. 

[pookietv]

online embarrassment | arthurtv

this was a req!! and i think its adorable

there will be a part two to this !!!

being a simple university student, you had simple pleasures - getting drunk on the weekend, binge watching tv shows, and a more strange one, online chess. you liked watching people play, you liked playing yourself, you loved the strategy aspect. on some websites you played on, there was the option of livestreaming your chess game - no faces or voices, but people could chat alongside you playing, and you enjoyed seeing input on your games.

one day you were playing a particularly tricky game, being forked from practically the get go, and being the victim of many pawn trades, you were definitely on a losing streak, even if you were just playing against a bot. it was being streamed, but there were only four people watching, not that embarrassing right? especially because it was hidden behind a chess username and no one knew who you were anyways, so it didn't really matter.

so when a comment came in,

ATV: i wouldn't have played rook to f4 there, leaves an opening for a three move check :)

your head tilted a little, turning back to the game and furrowing your eyebrows, trying to figure what they had meant - and they were right, the move was a little careless and it could lead to checkmate.

you nodded to yourself, trying to amend the damage by playing your bishop defensively, to which another comment came in.

ATV: sorry for backseat gaming here, but you could have check in two

you smiled a little more at the comment, placing one hand on your chin and the other on your mouse, following some moves for what must have been fourty-five seconds before you clicked, they were right again. you made the move, the bot making its response, defending also, before in a few short moves, the game was over, you had won by check.

youruser: @/ATV thank you! i still kinda suck after playing for so long lmao

ATV: @/youruser do you want a game? :)

youruser: @/ATV sure! i'll add you now :P

so you added them, and they requested a game. in the chatbox on the side, you saw another message just as they had moved their first piece.

ATV: so what's your name?

youruser: i'm y/n, what about you?

ATV: arthur :)

he moved with an unusual polish opening, so you played traditional and tried to take control of the centre. within a few minutes, he had one of your pawns pinned, and had taken another.

youruser: damn you're actually really good

youruser: feeling a little defeated here :)

ATV: i'm just a loser with far too much time on my hands

youruser: well i mean me too but still, you're smoking me

ATV: cause you're playing too much attack not enough defence

youruser: i feel i may need you to tutor me lmao

ATV: lets finish up this game rq and then i'll help lol

unsurprisingly, he won, but you actually came closer than expecting, and it was a pretty even match after the poor beginning.

ATV: you're actually pretty good, you were just being modest

youruser: hm well maybe

youruser: suppose i'll have to keep challenging you til i win >:D

ATV: do you have discord or anything? easier to explain and talk on there rather than chess in game chat lol

youruser: i do! i'll link it rq :)

youruser: it's yourdiscuser #1782

and from there, you began talking semi-regularly, you played chess often and spoke tactics and games, he helped teach you and you enjoyed the company.

youruser: isn't it really strange we know nothing about each other other then chess defence strategies

youruser: i mean what if you're the insane chess killer man

ATV: yes, thats exactly who i am, the Insane Chess Killer Man, can't believe you caught me red handed

ATV: i mean what do you wanna know

youruser: i mean, idk,,, where are you from? i mean i know you speak english but you could be from anywhere i guess :O

ATV: i live in england, what about you :)

youruser: me too! i'm in london atm for uni, getting my masters

ATV: i am also in london! so if you're getting your masters, you're like ... somewhere around 24?

youruser: yeah, i'm 23 :P

youruser: what about you? i mean i have a feeling you're not some sixty year old man based on the fact you use discord but idk

ATV: i'm 28,,, getting very old :(

youruser: wow, very old indeed, must be such a shame

youruser: its gonna suck when i'm gonna have to visit you in a nursing home to play chess with you in two years time

ATV: okay i'm not that old you divvy :)

youruser: kidding, kidding ! anyway, i have to go because i have class but,, if you maybe wanna add me on instagram, its @/youruser :)

getting back from your lectures and practically throwing your backpack on the floor and collapsing on your bed, you planned on rotting the rest of the day away in pajamas and consuming far too much social media.

you opened instagram to a new follower: @/arthurtv

you assumed it was arthur from chess, and obviously in curiosity you opened his page straight away, you were nosy and you wanted to know who he was.

the first thing that shocked you was what he looked like: you didn't know what you were expecting but you didn't think it was going to be him.

he was... attractive, you had to admit, and your eyes had widened once you had seen him.

the second thing that shocked you was his followers, and his bio - he was a youtuber?

classically, you had to be nosy and follow the links to his youtube, your eyebrows raised a little as you looked at his channel, giggling to yourself, he did commentary on reality tv? you hadn't seen that before, but once you watched a video, you realised he was funny, too. he made it funny, despite the fact that you had at first felt it was the strangest youtube topic ever.

youruser: why hello arthurtv

youruser: i was definitely not expecting you

arthurtv: why hello y/n

arthurtv: i could say the same about you

youruser: well i mean i don't have any surprises

youruser: but you are apparently known for commenting on 90 day fiance?

arthurtv: i'd argue you have some surprises

arthurtv: and yes, i make commentary videos! wasn't trying to hide it or anything, just was a weird thing to bring up in conversation :)

youruser: no, it seems cool! i wasn't judging :) i don't watch much youtube so i don't know too much about it

youruser: and anyways, what surprises do i have?

arthurtv: i wasn't expecting you to look like that i suppose

youruser: like what ??

arthurtv: i mean, i don't know, pretty i suppose

arthurtv: you're very pretty, i just didn't know what i was expecting to be honest

youruser: wow you thought i couldn't be pretty cause i'm a loser playing chess??? smh arthur

youruser: (i'm kidding, i didn't expect you to look like you either)

arthurtv: you know that's not what i meant!!

arthurtv: what did you expect me to look like then?

youruser: well since you're 28, i suppose i was expecting a zimmerframe or walking stick or something

arthurtv: ha ha very funny

[yanderemommabean]

PLEASE WRITE MORE DEATH NOTE I BEG YOU. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH ONLINE I NEED MORE YANDERE L. PLEASE I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE PROTECTION SPELLS I HAVE! I love the idea of foreigner reader that doesn't speak Japanese well and just came to Japan for a fun trip and now they are being investigated for being Kira. Reader is more scared of being arrested than of Kira because they have literally never committed a crime in their life so they know they are safe but they are scared of the legal system because they know that's it's not actually justice sometimes. But they aren't crying in a corner either. They just take it as it comes but they definetly don't like it and just want to go back home.

Also when L is like "who do you think Kira is since you say you aren't them." and reader is just like "light". point blank. doesn't bat an eye. and l is just like "...I agree with you....but do explain why since you've had only one conversation with him." and reader's just like "he's too perfect. have you ever watched a True crime documentary? the perfect dude, or the dude that could never do anything wrong, is the killer." and l is just like "...I agree.....but you are aware that you are too perfect..doesn't that make you a killer?" and reader is just like "me???perfect?? in what world??"

I'm rambling but please more death note L.

I love the point blank call out, just "Listen, anyone with eyes can see that Light is too calculated with his movements, like he's paranoid to step out of line. Even when he messes up it's too clean"

L just hums and nods along, but he's already fairly certain Light is Kira anyway, he just likes to hear your thought process and likes how your voice sounds.

You're not a helpless little lamb by any means, but you're certainly unaware of how much danger is actually around you. Kira is a big deal, everyone is on his hit list it seems, even sweet, intelligent and enthralling visitors such as yourself.

L isn't one to sugar coat things either, he's rather blunt and forward, as the worlds best detective has to be to cut out the bullshit. So he sets his sweets down and abruptly says "Be that as it may, until we actually catch Kira, you aren't going to be able to leave. As much as it annoys us both, you're still involved in this as anyone else"

You just tense your jaw, paranoid thoughts rushing through your mind as you fear you might somehow incriminate yourself despite being fully innocent. What can you say? The legal system sucks. But L just lays a hand on your shoulder, giving a rare smile as he tries to ease your nerves.

"Ah, but you'll have me on your side. You'll be safe from any harm. You're free to go to your hotel, but you will be hearing from us again"

He can admit he hates seeing you so stressed, and rather lascivious thoughts fill his brain on how to indulge you and fix that, but sadly the clock is ticking and he has some annoying people to answer before he can relax. He'll just have to make do with watching some street cameras and remembering the warmth of you under his fingertips.

-Mommabean

[lesbian-for-arthur-morgan]

Watching Horror Movies Together

Super Short Headcanons || Modern Au

Genre: Fluff Featuring: Arthur, John, Dutch, Javier, Charles, Sean, and Sadie Warnings: None - super casual writing

AN: I know no one requested this but I was on a horror binge last night and couldn't stop thinking about how these guys would act during a scary movie marathon so I wrote a quick thing in my notes app to post teehee~ ---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have questions

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Arthur Morgan:

Is not scared at all - literally impossible to scare.

Thinks horror movies are predictable and kind of boring.

However, God forbid a dog dies in the movie because he will get up and turn it off and say that the writers went too far.

Grumbles and groans on movie nights where you choose a horror movie, but will always wrap an arm around you and insist of sharing a blanket because he just likes spending time with you and being able to hold you close.

Will tease you for your bad taste in movies but secretly loves watching them with you and finds himself getting sucked into them every now and then.

John Marston:

Is on the edge of his seat the whole time.

Claims he's watching them because he thinks they're funny, but actually really enjoys trying to figure out who the killer is and who's going to die when and where.

Jumps at every jump scare but acts like he didn't.

He needs to watch a Disney movie afterwards so he doesn't have nightmares. Will say it's for your sake and not his, though.

Man acts all big and bad, but once the music starts to get intense and there's a long hallway on the screen he is looking everywhere but at the TV so he isn't jumpscared again.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

Probably taking notes during psychological horror movies on how to be manipulative.

Says the killer is misunderstood or that their tragic backstory makes the killing justified.

He will eat all the popcorn and then get upset when it's all gone. Cue the puppy eyes while he's begging you to go make more.

Spends a good forty-five minutes talking about how you and him would survive the movie because y'all are so much smarter than the main characters and would make it out of there.

Genuinely believes he's invincible and could survive any scenario.

Javier Escuella:

HATES horror movies because they genuinely scare him.

Well, he can handle slashers but he hates paranormal movies since he believes in ghosts 100% no questions asked.

Loves making a snack buffet for the movie - popcorn, candy, cookies, sodas, fries, and the works.

Encourages you to cuddle into him and hold him whenever you get too scared since he's so big and brave.

Will end up being the one hiding his face in your shoulder and holding you like a teddy bear because he got freaked out.

Charles Smith:

Loves to analyze horror movies in -like- an artistic way.

His favorite types are historical horrors because so much thought goes into them.

He will watch silly horror with you, though, like Scream and Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, but will spend the whole movie making fun of you. Lightheartedly, of course, he's saying that those aren't real scary movies and that you're kind of a wuss.

The entire movie his arm is wrapped around you and pressing you deep into his side so that you can cuddle and be warm. It's a little too comfortable though and you end up falling asleep there more often than not.

Loves it when you do that, it makes him feel all soft and warm on the inside.

Sean MacGuire:

Makes jokes the entire time.

Literally has something to say every 2 minutes that has the both of you laughing instead of being scared.

Honestly, it's the only way he can get through the whole movie.

If you start getting sucked into the movie and he's too nervous to fully focus on the screen, he will start throwing popcorn at you to get your attention.

Halfway through the movie he will make you pause it so that he can have a mental break from all the scary stuff and gore. Totally turns into a make-out session and the movie is long forgotten.

Sadie Adler:

Absolutely nothing fazes her, she LOVES scary movies.

She knows all the behind-the-scenes info about every movie you watch too because she deep dives into interviews and essays after watching them the first time.

Her eyes are glued to the screen but will have you lay your head in her lap so she can run her fingers through your hair to soothe you when you get scared.

Makes fun of you when you react at a jump scare. When you look up at her with a frown, she'll press kisses all over your face until you can't help but smile.

She loves that she can make you feel comforted and safe when you're scared, secretly loves it even more when you try to go to bed after the movie and you're clinging to her like a koala because you're still a little spooked by the film.

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I know summer isn't even close to over yet, but I am so excited for Halloween this year, so here's a little Halloween in July (think like that Gravity Falls episode)

Hope you enjoyed <3

[breaddwoo]

you don't have to do this at all

but how about a wednesday x vamp!reader part 3 where the enid catches the r drinking from Wednesday and thinks she's hurting her so she basically tackles the reader away and tries to fight her until Wednesday stops her and what not

-Vanilla (pt 3) -

pairing: wednesday x vamp! reader

word count: 2.66k

warnings: making out, blood

desc: the finale, wednesday asks you out formally after getting detention. enid crashes the party too :)

a/n: i hope this is close enough to what you wanted! all the other requests were for part 3, so I'm just gonna answer this one since it gave the chapter a direction :)

requests are open 🦭🦭

well, shit.

blinding lights abruptly woke you. it felt like you were looking straight into high beams.

you slightly open one eye to see what was going on. wednesday was still asleep on your arm. usually, you'd take this moment to admire her sleeping form; this time, however, an angry monster stood before you with a glaring flashlight.

it was principal weems.

> > >

you were caught in the middle of a stare down between the principal and wednesday. weems' eye began to twitch in sheer rage as wednesday continued to glare without a single blink.

"u-uhm," you tried, "i'm very sorry, principal weems. it won't happen again."

her gaze did not leave wednesday as she said, "i know this is all wednesday's doing. whenever someone breaks the rules, it always leads back to wednesday."

"then it shouldn't be a problem to let her go," wednesday uttered through clenched teeth.

a delirious smile made its way to weem's painted lips, "i'll have to thank bianca later for her help. if she hadn't tipped me off that there were lights still on in the greenhouse, i never would've caught you."

this made your stomach drop. you were terrified. how would you see wednesday again if you were expelled?

"you're not gonna expel us, are you?" you gulped.

weems laughed, "no, of course not. if i could, i would, but unfortunately all i can do is give the both of you detention for the next week."

the impossible happened. with these words, a wide eyed smile curled it's way to wednesday's lips. seeing this was actually pretty horrifying.

you knew something was going on in wednesday's head, but you tried to diffuse the situation before principal weems noticed wednesday's serial killer smile.

"aw, damn, that sucks. well, guess we better head back to our dorms so we can prepare ourselves for that awful detention tomorrow," the words sounded awkward along with a strained chuckle afterwards.

you tugged at the edge of wednesday's blazer, trying to nudge her towards the door. she understood the hint, continuing to glower at the bleached blonde women behind the haughty desk. she finally turned, heading in your direction.

once the large doors to weem's office clicked soundly shut, you let out a huge sigh of relief. you took a second to relax. then, you slowly turned your head to wednesday.

"what was that- that smile for?" you asked with an odd expression.

she tilted her head down as she stared up at you, her pupils half covered by her eyelids.

"i believe alone time in a room meant for child punishment will prove to be very educational."

you wanted to smack her, but you used your hand to cover your burning cheeks instead.

"do you ever think of anything besides stuff like that?" you complained.

she turned around and looked behind her, "you're an affliction. this is your own doing, (y/n)." her eyes glittered with deep affection that her facial features couldn't express.

though her words were full of teasing, you couldn't help but snort at her overly proper english. you really loved that about her.

you watched her turn the corner to ophelia hall. then, you went in the opposite direction to your own.

> > >

the bell rung, signalling the start of your incarceration in the detention room. you sighed, gathering your books off the desk.

enid took this opportunity to walk over to you, bouncing on her heels.

"hey, (y/n)! yoko and i were thinking of going out to jericho tonight to see a movie. wanna come?" she beamed, her smile as blindingly white as the rest of her.

you pressed your lips together in a disappointed line, "can't. i got detention."

enid squinted her eyes as she played with a strand of faded pink hair, "that's odd. wednesday said she had detention too. did you guys do something?"

"nahhh, i was just tardy to first period too many times and got detention. no idea why she's in there," you chuckled awkwardly.

knowing she still didn't quite believe your explanation, you slung your backpack over your shoulder. a quick "see you later, have fun" and you were basically sprinting out of the classroom.

enid stood there, continuing to stare at the place you once stood with a look of deep thought.

> > >

wednesday sat stiffly in her desk chair as she waited for you. the teacher that was supposed to supervise the detention somehow had her tires slashed earlier in the day, so she couldn't make it.

weems had come in a few minutes prior, threatening wednesday not to cause any trouble; little did she know, wednesday's hands were clean. thing made sure of that.

when the door creaked open and your head poked through the crack, wednesday stood.

"(y/n)," she called nonchalantly, sitting herself atop a nearby desk. spotting her, you smiled. wednesday hated cute things; except for your smile.

you walked up to her, placing your bag on the floor before resting your forehead on her shoulder and holding her waist.

she allowed this, surprisingly hugging you back herself.

"i'm sorry i got you into this," you mumbled, the sentence muffled by wednesday's uniform.

she pulled you from the embrace to give you a stern gaze, "i don't mind. this is actually quite enjoyable."

"how!?" you exclaimed, "there's nothing to do in here besides sit and be miserable!" your arms motioned to the sea of empty chairs.

"i'm with my beloved in a secluded room," she said, hopping off the desk and heading for a black suitcase next to her book bag, "and i brought this."

when she opened it, a black type writer and hundreds of loose pages were revealed.

your eyes widened, "is that the book you've mentioned before?"

"yes, and i would like to show you the new addition to the story."

you furrowed your brows and gave funny smile, "what do you mean new addition?"

wednesday flipped through the abundant number of pages until she found what she was looking for. she pulled it out of the stack and presented it to you, something akin to excitement written on her stone face.

you took the paper gently, letting your eyes skim the sentences. everything on the page almost made your heart pump blood once again. you wanted to jump and hug her; instead, you asked for another page, and then another.

the book was a murder mystery. having read small excerpts from it, it was obvious that the main character was heavily inspired by wednesday herself.

here, on this page, was a character you could only guess was supposed to be a fictional reflection of yourself. the character was sweet and kind to the protagonist, and the more you read, the cuter their love story became. she was even a vampire.

you never would have guessed that wednesday could be so good at writing a romance subplot. the confession scene was so pure that you almost squealed.

"wednesday, is she supposed to be me? err- well, someone like me?" you asked, pure adoration filling your heart.

she looked to the page, answering with a small, "yes".

then, she looked up to you with a more serious expression than before.

"as she is her girlfriend, i want you to be mine," wednesday stated. her eye contact was impressive, her lids unblinking.

"r-really?!" you practically screamed. was it really possible that wednesday addams was asking you to be her girlfriend? and with such a romantic gesture?

wednesday nodded, "considering i've tasted every part of you, it is inevitable."

gasping at her bold words, you smacked her chest with the papers.

"my goodness, how can you just say stuff like that?" you mumbled with puffed cheeks. your reaction was exactly what wednesday was hoping for.

she took the papers from your hands and laid them with the rest. after, she turned back to look at you.

your hair, your facial features; the white fang that peeked through your lip. it had been a while since you had consumed any of her blood and she yearned for the feeling once more. this was her chance.

you were soon hoisted up onto one of the desks. you looked down at her while she was forced to look up through her thick lashes. you knew where this was going, you wanted it just as much as she did.

might as well enjoy this detention.

instead of the usual beginning bite, she pulled your face down to hers via your neck tie. for a split second you exchanged breaths, looking into eyes that were millimeters apart.

you couldn't take it anymore and you leaned forward, connecting your lips with hers. her snowy hands slid up your skirt, leaving trails of goosebumps on your thighs.

you sighed into her mouth. she already knew exactly how to bend you to her will. this time, however, you had different plans. you wanted to watch her come undone too.

your fingers sneakily untied the hairbands at the end of her braids. each one detangled itself, leaving you with the sight of wednesday's hair completely unrestricted. she looked beautiful; her hair a starless night sky. it was just as soft as her bangs, only you could completely run your hands through it.

this surprised wednesday, if anyone else had done it she would've committed arson in their dorm rooms; but if it was you, anything was fine.

her scalp tingled with the sensational feeling of your fingers. it made her want to go limp in your arms.

as she thought this, you broke the kiss to bite at her bottom lip with your fang. iron soon filled your mouth, and it made both of you that much more aroused. leaning back, wednesday loved how swollen and moist your lips had become. she was about to lick the blood on the side of your mouth when you dove for her neck.

you meant to restrain yourself, but her foggy black eyes full of desire made it impossible.

unbuttoning her collar, you stripped her shoulder of all garments. she reciprocated by tilting her head to the side, allowing you to do whatever you pleased.

then you noticed the many, many bite marks that littered her neck; each one a stamp of ownership. she was yours and you were hers.

you teased her a little. a fang prick on one side and a glide of your tongue on the other. her breathing became unsteady.

"may i?" you whispered to her, knowing it would tickle the sensitive skin.

"you don't have to ask," she whispered back, closing glossy eyes.

like a predator pouncing on its prey, you sunk your fangs in a spot free of any marks. the familiar taste caused a moan to slip from your mouth, sending vibrations throughout wednesday's entire body. she could've collapsed on the spot.

as you were about to take your first gulp, the classroom door swung open and there enid stood, slack jawed.

she shrieked. it was high pitched and girly and very alarming to anyone who might have heard it.

"(y/n)- wha- what are you doing!?" enid freaked, running over to you both. before you could fully pull your fangs from wednesday's neck, enid jumped on you like a wild animal.

you were slammed to the tile floor, hitting it with a hard thud. she sat on top of you, pinning your neck to the ground.

"why- how-" she stammered, unable to form a complete sentence in the chaos.

her painted nails grew into large claws in less than a second. she was almost choking you at this point.

wednesday, who had fallen into and knocked over several desks, quickly grabbed her wrist.

"enid, stop!" she said, raising her voice to a terrifying degree. wednesday held enid's wrist in a painful grip, causing her grip on your neck to loosen.

you took this opportunity to shove her off of you, heaving in the process.

as wednesday held her back, now holding both wrists and restraining her lethal weapons, confusion took hold of enid's expression. she tried to take slower breaths to relax herself.

"wednesday, why- why was she biting you like that!? why are you protecting her!?" she yelled, panic still evident in her voice.

how are we gonna tell her?

> > >

thirty minutes later, enid sat on a desk with a blank look on her face. you and wednesday stood in front of her, explaining everything that has happened the past few weeks.

by the end, enid felt like her whole world had changed.

"so... you're telling me that... you asked her to do that, wednesday? and you guys are dating?"

you nodded and wednesday affirmed it as well.

silence settled in the room. enid sat, processing the fairytale she'd been told.

then, her face morphed into a frown, "and.. and you guys, my two best friends, never told me any of this?"

her voice was full of hurt and her expression made you feel even worse. wednesday saw you fidgeting with the hem of your skirt out of the corner of her eye.

she reached for hour hand, slipping her ice cold fingers into your own. you squeezed back.

"i'm really sorry, enid. the only person who knew was xavier-"

"xavier!?" she bursted, her face flushing with anger, "why would you tell him and not me!?"

you sighed, "well- it's just harder when it's someone so important to you. i was gonna tell you eventually, but when i was ready, y'know?"

your explanation made enid's furious features soften. she took a deep breath.

"okay, okay. i understand. just- you can tell me these things. both of you, " she said, looking to wednesday to confirm she heard her.

then, enid being enid, any trace of negative emotion vanished from her face. it was replaced with a big, bright smile.

standing up from the desk, she placed her hands on yours and wednesday's shoulders.

"i knew something was going on between you two. sometimes i'd catch you speaking to wednesday in the hall and i've never seen her look at someone the way she looks at you. now, tell me about how you guys fell in love. i want to hear all of it!"

> > >

in the middle of the woods, a mile away from nevermore, existed a small pond.

the water was clean and full of tiny fish. fog forever hung over it's rippling surface.

an old dock, barely passing safety regulations, lead to the middle of this small body of water.

here is where you planned to meet wednesday for your very first date as girlfriends.

enid, now obsessed with your relationship, pushed wednesday to ask you.

the trek was long, but when you made it to the pond, you understood exactly why wednesday loved it so much.

it felt like you were in a completely different dimension; one full of foggy greyness. the perfect secret spot for wednesday addams.

you sat side by side on the dock. hands intertwined, you were also connected through the earbuds in each of your ears.

it was your favorite slow song, one that always brought you to your happy place. that place was now wednesday. you wanted to remember the feeling of the breeze on your cheeks and the melody in your mind.

wednesday let her gaze lead to you through the corner of her eye; a small, content smile on your lips as you stared at the still waters.

she wanted to cherish you forever. she finally understood how her mom felt. she understood why people were so addicted to being in love.

though it could hurt sometimes, it was calm moments like these that made each day worth living. wednesday, caught up in her pining, whispered, "i truly adore you."

though, it seems you didn't hear through the music in your ear. that was just fine with wednesday.

she turned her attention back to the grey landscape.

breathing in through her nose, she smiled a tiny, hidden smile. a familiar scent tickled her nose.

vanilla.

[jennas-stuffs]

our little secret: mission impossible

TW: unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hickey-making, nipple-sucking, brief head (fem receiving), fluff, fem reader.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut so i’m definitely open to tips and constructive criticism 😭

i can’t believe i’m saying this but im actually excited about a college class this year. i’ve always loved criminology, i watched basically every tv series there is containing it growing up. so it’s safe to say i didn’t hate the actual subject my last three years, i just hated the professor. ok sure i doze off every now and then but i know my stuff. it’s just that, he doesn’t believe i do. just because he’s some super genius only a year older than me and already teaching people doesn’t mean that he gets to be the only smart one. enough about him because my complaints have finally been heard and the administration finally finally let me switch classes. i can finally be rid of him. i walk into class with my head up high only to find my posture slump down and my smile fade into a frown.

“hello again y/n, you didn’t think you would get rid of me that easily huh?”

what the actual fuck. what the fuck happened.

“i thought i was switching classes.” i say with my jaw shut tight

“i promised the admins that they wouldn’t have to do all that because i would make it work. also it doesn’t look too good for me when one of my students transfers out my class because we were having ‘altercations.’

the sound of every word out of his mouth is almost identical to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. i nod so he can shut up and angrily stomp to a seat. out of spite, i nap my way through his class and to my surprise i wake up to the sound of the bell signaling my next class. i wake up confused, “why didn’t he wake me up? he always does, he loves disturbing my beauty sleep.” i shake it off and pick up the class paperwork i’ll have to make up along with my homework. a week passes by with undisturbed sleep, this is just getting weird. maybe this is what he meant by making it work. if it is, i’ll have to stay i expected more from him. hes so professional and strict, as would anyone expect coming from an ex-fbi agent. i mean this guy literally saw people die in front of him, and didn’t one of the serial killers set him up to be put in jail? what does he think he’s doing letting me sleep in his class? i should confront him. if he wants me in his class, he’s gonna have to earn it. he thought he could have the easy way out with me, oh no no no. i make a plan to set an appointment with him at the end of the day.

his office is neat and organized like i expected. too bad his freakishly tidy desk is gonna get a glimpse of this sleep deprived, angsty, college student.

we sit down and he quickly releases an exhale.

“so i’m assuming this meeting is about our non-existent altercations, because your grades are great, y/n. i haven’t started a feud just yet so what’s going on?”

i stand up rapidly, pushing my seat backwards. i slam my hand on his desk, leaving a mark on his papers, not like i care though.

“good job figuring that one out professor genius. so listen up. if you think just letting me sleep thorough your class is gonna prevent me from complaining to the admins again, think again. you probably think this is the easy way out so you don’t have to actually work it out with me well guess what. that’s extremely unprofessional. and in all honesty i expected more from you. im disappointed, professor reid. i guess your retired days from the fbi really tore you down huh? you don’t have that same spark in you- you”

“i know about your nightmares y/n.”

…

“what?”

“i’m retired from the fbi, correct. from the behavioral analysis unit. i can still profile people you know. from what i’ve noticed, you barley get any sleep and run on coffee. the work you miss in class you use as an excuse to stay up late at night to procrastinate on the sleep you know will wake you up in cold sweat the next morning. the only good sleep you seem to get, is the one in my class. see, i used to mind the fact that you were just sleeping though my lectures but it’s never interfered with your grade. so, i figured since it’s your last year of college and all i would allow my period to be your nap time.”

…

i sit down shamefully and shrink in my seat. i’m so embarrassed. he was just trying to help me and i snapped at him. i feel like an idiot.

“im so sorry. and thank you. thank you so much.”

one more word and i’ll burst out crying. i quickly pick up my bag and head for the door. but my wrist is grabbed by a warm hand.

“wait, y/n?”

i turn around to meet his eyes and pray he doesn’t notice the extra liquid in them.

i clear my throat, “yes professor reid?”

my wrist hasn’t been released yet.

“are you getting help for the- you know.”

“um i used to when i was little and it helped and they went away, but it came back.”

“when?”

“since i started college.”

“can you sit back down please, i just want to talk.”

here he is being so helpful and i’ve been hating him this whole time. when he wasn’t worried for my grades, he was worried for my sleep, and when he isn’t worried for my sleep, he’s worried for my mental health. i feel like such a petty bitch.

my wrist is released and we sit down.

we talk for hours and hours and he tells me stories of when he was an agent. i’ve never laughed so much in my life. we trade in our top worst and best moments in our lives when he realizes…

“wait so, sorry, if this is crossing a line and feel free to not answer but you’ve had boyfriends. but you’ve never had sex?”

“yeahh that’s accurate. it’s just everytime i think about someone seeing me naked i just get tense, like, just the thought of it makes me squirm.”

“so you have body image issues?”

“woww way to be slick with that one profiler, but sure, i guess.”

he laughs. and this laugh was different from all the other ones because it was this laugh i realized i don’t hate his voice anymore. it actually sounds, nice.

“so you’re telling me you’ve tried everything, all your therapists have given you medication and nothing really stuck?”

“i’m a lost cause doc.”

“don’t say that.”

…

“you know you haven’t tried everything.”

“sex makes me barf. no way.”

“hey a pretty girl like you can easily find some college guy to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded y/n.”

“mhm because you’ve had so much experience.”

his face goes pink.

“how did you know?”

“what? no i was kidding. wait. you’ve never had sex either? YOU HYPOCRITE!”

“it’s much easier said than done.”

“hey, a handsome guy like yourself can easily find some girl to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded professor.”

“spencer”

“what?”

“in my office, you can call me spencer”

“okay, spencer, how about we make a deal.”

“what kind of deal?” he says with a raised eyebrow

“the first to have sex is the better person because they are not a hypocrite.”

“that sounds like mission impossible but. ok. fine. deal.”

“REALLY? i was just joking but OKAY DEAL.”

we shake hands and i go back to my dorm and sleep. i slept, better, that night.

we check in with each other everyday to see if the other person won yet.

“has mission impossible been completed professor?”

“nope. what about you y/n?”

“nope.”

that’s not all we did, though. we went out to cafes to talk about life and how us virgins are channeling that sex energy into some other thing. seeing professor reid, i mean spencer, outside of school was weird. all of sudden his eyes were easier to look into. i just couldnt get enough of them. it was like i was drowning in them. don’t get me started on that voice paired with that cute face. i could just snuggle myself up into each word that came out of his mouth. but we had that same check up conversation everyday after class for a whole month until…

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you free by the end of the day i wanna talk to you in my office”

“what happened to meeting up at the cafe? wait. did i miss an assignment? i’m so sorry i’ll make it up i swear.”

he smiles and laughs. that beautiful laugh. “no no i just wanna talk in a more private setting. you know how people can eavesdrop in cafes.”

“oh yeah sure i’ll see you then.”

“see you.”

WHY DID I SAY SURE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. THAT WHOLE REASON WHY I NEEDED US TO BE IN A CAFE WAS BECAUSE IT WAS PUBLIC. i can’t help myself when i see him. i know it’s wrong because he’s my teacher but he’s just a year older? i’m trying to justify these feelings for him but i can’t. i can’t help it. he’s so nice to me and i don’t deserve it, i just wanna repay him. no,nonononono. i can’t. not in that way. i have a meeting with him and it’s in his office so it’s strictly professional.

…

“hey y/n”

“hi professor”

he raises an eyebrow.

“hi spencerr, ” i say as i roll my eyes.

“ok good so uh.”

he pulls his chair and adjusts mine so that we’re sitting face to face, with no desk in the middle. god, this is gonna be a long meeting for me.

“i think we’re gonna have to switch your class”

“what?! why! we just started getting along don’t ruin it now!”

truthfully, i wouldn’t mind. all this tension i felt would definitely tone down if i didn’t see him so much. but i wanna see him, i love the butterflies he give me. it’s just so annoying i can’t do anything to ‘relieve’ them.

“well we’re just too friendly now, there’s barley any teacher-student boundaries.”

“are you serious. YOU’RE THAT ONE THAT INSISTS I CALL YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.”

he smiles “it’s not only that”

“you’ve chewed up my heart by making me switch classes, so, spit it out.”

“i think i like you.”

my heart feels like it’s gonna pop out of my chest, my pussy throbes and my stomach get butterflies. i get this overwhelming feeling of kissing him. but i can’t. we can’t. we shouldn’t. i look to the door and i look back at him. i stand up and walk up to the door, and lock it. i close the blinds and look at him.

“i like you too spencer.”

he grabs me by the waist and pins me to the door. we’re half a centimeter away from each others lips. looking at each others eyes and looking back down at each others lips.

“we shouldn’t.”

he nods, “we shouldn’t”

we slam each others lips against each other, making me let out the dirtiest of moans. he looks down on me and watches me unfold underneath him.

“you’re just a hot mess for me hm?”

i whimper and notice the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify. it’s a hot steamy make out scene in his pretty little office, and i wonder how badly we can mess it up.

“spencer?” i gasp, barley having enough breath between kisses.

“fuck. say my name again please y/n.”

i moan, “spencer”

“again baby”

i cry out “spencer”

he says in his sweet voice “yes y/n?”

“fuck me.” i say in a whimper

and with those two words he kicks off his shoes and kisses me again. i mirror him taking off his clothes, working is way down, and up. once we’re both completely stripped he takes a second to look me up and down.

“you’re beautiful. all this time you’ve been hiding this?”

he bends his knees in front of me and kisses my breasts. i giggle at the feeling it gives me, similar to a tickle. he is just so sweet it melts me. while making out we move to his desk, where he pushes all his papers to the floor. he lays me down and my skin winces at the coldness of the wood. he’s sucks on my top lip, bottom lip, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, making his way down to my nipples. i whimper, feeling his tongue go around in circles. i let out a loud moan, almost a scream, and notice the sudden arch my back went into when he starts to suck. he plans to leave every intimate place on my body with a hickey.

“you wanna leave marks on me spencer?”

he nods, making his way to the other nipple.

it’s just the sound of my whining and his sucking in his office, he breaks the silence for a second.

“i wanna show everyone you’re mine.”

then immediately goes back to sucking.

“my neck shows that enough-mm- spencer.”

“spencer… ohh spencer”

“yes y/n”

“feel me.”

that seems to have gotten him to stop sucking and he sticks to fingers up my throbbing pussy. i whimper at the motion.

“so wet, all of this for me?”

“mhm all for you”

he moves his fingers up and down, making me become a moaning, whining, whimpering, ‘hot’, mess again.

“spencer?”

“yes baby”

“i need you inside me.”

he looks down on me and suddenly the innocent light in his eyes disappear, witnessing a dark cloudy haze rolling in, covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?”

too far deep in the storm that is his eyes to speak, i simply nod. plus, that “oh yeah?” left me FOLDED.

he leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thighs, making me squirm. i feel the heat on his breath when he sticks out his tongue and sucks my core. he sits up and holds his dick, moving the the tip up and down against my folds.

“damn it spencer,” sounding like a whining brat, “stick it in already.”

he slams it in, thrusting forcefully, but slowly.

“faster.”

“yes baby”

i moan, grabbing his hair for support while my back arches even more, begging for more.

he speeds up, faster and faster, filling the office with the sound of unholy clicking, and not the type of clicking that comes from a clock. wet clicking.

i keep moaning his name…

“spencer, spencer, spencer?, oh fuck spencer, yes, please, fuck, fuck, spencer, i’m gonna cum im gonna cum, spencer.”

my head jolts back as he rails me through my orgasm.

…

now we’re laying on top of each other on his, now, filthy desk, covered in our cum and sweat. as we catch our breath i say unconsciously out loud,

“oh shit.”

i feel his laugh vibrating from his chest to mine.

“no, spencer, this is bad.”

“why?”

i sit up now realizing the mistake i made. he mirrors my action with a concerned expression.

“isn’t there some kind of rule in the university’s handbook that forbids students from having sexual relations with their teachers? i mean that’s considering that an average professor would be much older than them, usually it would be illegal anyways. do you think they would make some sort of exception? wait, do you think we’d have to tell them? will i get suspended? will you loose your job? oh my god, ok. so what if… what?”

he keeps staring at me rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face that’s suppressing a laugh.

“whattt?”

“you know no one has to know about this, right?”

“but what if someone finds out?”

“y/n, what time did i have you come meet me in this office?”

“7pm”

“mhm.”

my eyes widen at the realization.

“ok so you made me come over when you knew the office would be closed just so you could confess your feelings to me, in your office, when the building was closed and everyone went back home?”

“yeah.”

“you know you could’ve just invited me over to your place. you didn’t have to make it so complicated.”

“well our situation is complicated, and if we want to continue to explore this ‘situation,’ we’re gonna have to be sneaky.”

i feel my face heating up.

“soo your likee my secret loverrrr”

he cracks a smile.

“i guess this’ll be our little secret.”

…

after we get back in our clothes and walk out together to our cars, he turns to me and says,

“hey y/n, have you completed mission impossible?”

“yup, what about you?”

“yeah, same.”

😱😱😱 THE END 😱😱😱

[blue-rose-soul]

“Angel Dust cracks a joke about Lucifer wanting Alastor to call him 'daddy' and Lucifer promptly vomits all over the carpet.”

Asksjdjdjhdjfjf Absolutely dying, this mental image is hilarious, I just love this au. In this scenario do you think Lucifer would end up telling Alastor or would he just put that off forever?

In Angel's defense, he doesn't know what's going on! He'll apologize when the truth comes out.

Honestly, I don't think Lucifer would tell Alastor right away. Not that he doesn't want to, but, well... Look, the man clearly has communication issues. He barely spoke to Charlie for years, and when he finally did he still sucked at it. At least, until Charlie snapped at him that a bloodthirsty serial killer was literally more supportive than he was being. He'd try to tell Alastor, but honestly, it would probably take something similarly big for him to actually spit it out. It doesn't help that, even without knowing the truth, Alastor already hates his guts.

On top of that, Lucifer just really really hopes he's wrong. He doesn't want to believe he'd betray his family in that way. Even if he was so intoxicated he forgot what teeth were and was very distressed by the sharp bones in his mouth, he can't forgive himself for cheating on Lilith. And he feels guilty over what he did to Nicaise as well. He genuinely liked her! He enjoyed dancing with her, and singing, and just partying and having fun. Lucifer saw Nicaise as a friend. The thought that he 'hit it and quit it' with someone he cared about, leaving her and their child to fend for themselves, makes Lucifer feel like scum.

So every time Lucifer tries to talk to Alastor, he freezes. He stammers, backpedals, and generally makes an ass of himself. It doesn't help that he keeps remembering the stupid things he said during their first meeting, and oh, the 'bellhop' and 'busboy' comments feel so icky now that he knows Alastor's black. He hears his own voice calling found families 'losers' and feels sick to his stomach and ends up just not saying anything.

All the while, Alastor continues to drive home how much of a failure of a parent Lucifer is until Charlie cuts in and shuts him down. Charlie jumping to Lucifer's defense doesn't make him feel much better.

[honey-flustered]

The Final Girl

Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader

Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.

A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️

Word Count: 7.1k+

Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST

“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.

Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.

Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.

“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”

“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”

“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”

“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.

“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.

“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.

“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.

“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.

“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.

“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”

“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.

“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.

“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”

“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“Oh. Was it before I was born?”

“A little before, yeah.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.

Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.

In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”

But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.

“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.

Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”

“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.

“Next?” You whispered.

“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.

“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.

“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”

“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”

“I have google and reddit—”

“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”

“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.

“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.

“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”

“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”

“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.

“No. You said you’d do that.”

“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”

“But, but…”

“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.

Robin continues to glare in your direction.

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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.

“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”

“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”

“Awww, babe.” You giggled.

“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”

“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.

Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.

Steve.

“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.

“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”

“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.

Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”

“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”

“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.

Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.

He chuckles. “I got one.”

“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.

“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.

Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.

“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.

“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.

“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.

Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.

“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”

Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.

“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”

“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”

“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”

“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.

“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.

“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”

“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.

Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”

“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.

“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.

“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.

He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”

The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.

“What just happened?” Nancy asks.

“Are we already in character?” You inquire.

“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.

“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.

“Bummer.” Eddie says.

“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.

Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.

“Mama!”

You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.

“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.

You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.

“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds fun.” Robin says.

“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.

“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”

You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.

“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.

Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.

“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.

“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.

Vickie raises her hand.

“No.” Robin says, disappointed.

“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”

“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.

“You mean it?”

“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.

“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”

The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.

She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”

“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”

You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”

“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.

“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.

“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.

“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”

“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”

“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.

“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.

“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”

“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.

“Or was it you, Robin?”

“No way, Nance.”

“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.

“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.

“Or so I thought!”

“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.

“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”

The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”

“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.

“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.

“Then who did?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”

“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.

“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.

“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”

“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”

“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.

“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.

“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”

“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.

“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.

“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.

“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”

“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”

Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.

The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.

“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”

“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.

“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.

“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.

“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.

“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“

“Ahhh!”

An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.

There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.

“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.

Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs

“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.

“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.

You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.

“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.

“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.

“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.

“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”

“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.

“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”

“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.

“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.

“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.

“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.

“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”

“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.

“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.

Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”

“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.

“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.

“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.

“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.

Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0

“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”

“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.

“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.

“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.

“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.

“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.

“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.

“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.

“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.

“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.

“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.

“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.

“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.

“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.

“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”

“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.

“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”

“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”

“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”

You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.

The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.

“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.

“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.

“I…I don’t want to.”

He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Don’t leave me.”

You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.

“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.

“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.

His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?

You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.

“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”

“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.

But it was no use. No one can hear you.

You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.

You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.

The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.

“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”

“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.

“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”

“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.

“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.

The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.

The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.

There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.

“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.

Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.

It’s fucking Steve!

He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.

“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.

He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.

“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”

You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.

“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.

Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.

“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”

“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.

Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”

“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”

“W-why?”

“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”

“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”

“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”

“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”

“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.

You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.

“Robin, how could you?” You cried.

“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.

“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.

“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”

“Was it worth killing all our friends?”

“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”

“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.

“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.

“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”

The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.

“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.

You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.

“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.

“You got it.” Steve says.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.

You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.

“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.

Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.

Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”

He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.

“Let me go!” You cried.

“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”

Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”

“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”

You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”

Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”

Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.

“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.

Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”

“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.

He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”

“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.

“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.

“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”

Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.

“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.

“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”

He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.

“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.

“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.

You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.

He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”

“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.

“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”

“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.

Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.

“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.

Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.

You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.

“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”

You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.

“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.

You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.

“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.

“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.

“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.

“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.

You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.

“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.

“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”

“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.

“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.

“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”

Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.

“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.

“Untie me please.” You pleaded.

“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.

Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.

“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.

You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.

Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.

The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.

You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.

Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.

“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.

You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”

“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”

Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.

“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.

“Oh god, yessss.”

You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.

Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.

You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.

“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.

“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.

“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.

“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.

“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.

“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”

“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.

“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”

“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.

Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”

You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”

“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.

Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”

You’re in for a long, long night.

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[it-was-too-cold-always]

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Who actually reads all the terms and conditions? After mindlessly checking a box years ago, our Reader unintentionally agrees to be part of a scientific study to create super soldier babies. To make matters worse, her fellow test subject is the brooding and intimidating Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: As the Reader processes her role in this experiment, Bucky becomes more and more intrigued with her. He decides that his pardon is not worth her life, consequences be damned.

Warnings: arranged marriage, forced proximity, eventual smut, lots of angst

As soon as you left the room, Bucky let out a long, exasperated sigh. Fuck this, he thought, it’s not worth it. Bucky knew when he sought pardon for all his crimes as the Winter Soldier, it came with a price to pay. He knew they were going to run tests to try to recreate the serum. Granted, Bucky never thought they’d try to create super soldiers quite like this, which sent him into a blind rage. Hence why he’s on thin ice with SHIELD – turns out they don’t like it when you beat the shit out of their agents. But his rage was justifiable. Mandatory baby making? Talk about throwing consent out the window. He’s done enough harm as the Winter Soldier – making a woman to have sex with him so she can carry his child sounds like the opposite of making amends. So he decided that the only way he could morally proceed with the study is if he marries her; he can’t let her feel the cold and empty life of being a science experiment. With this new plan, he was able to swallow the idea of the study. But when he saw the dazed look on your face, the shock and fear settling into your eyes, he decided his pardon wasn’t worth it. He’d rather be locked in a cell for the rest of his days than subject you to this study…and to him.

You, on the other hand, were still in complete shock. A string of ‘holy shit’s were on a loop in your brain. You made your way up to the hotel room, ready to crawl into bed and mull over everything that just happened. I just met THE Bucky Barnes, you thought. Seriously? Quit fangirling and focus. They said you had to make super soldier babies. Surely it’ll be like IVF, right? No, you remember that guy saying something about if they fertilize too many eggs inside you, you could die. It had to be organically. Meaning sex…with Bucky Barnes. You’d think after crushing over this man for most of your life, you’d feel a little less devastated. But the whole “experiment” aspect of it really sucks out any potential for romance. With a heavy sigh, you decided not to think about it until tomorrow. Right now, it’s time for bed.

You woke up insanely early after tossing and turning all night. 3:37 AM. The goon squad said they would pick you up at 9 to start prep for the study. Better kiss your IUD goodbye. Don’t they say it can take a couple months before you can get pregnant? That could give you and Bucky enough time to get to know one another, so the whole sex part won’t be as awkward. But that lady did say that she’s moving up the timeline – boy, this was stressful. Not only did you have to get pregnant, but you’re on a time crunch. You never really did well under pressure.

Bucky also couldn’t sleep, replaying the entire interaction with you over and over, analyzing as much as he could. You came into the room dazed and confused; when your eyes met his, he saw you tense up. He anticipated not being well-received – he was, after all, an infamous Hydra killer. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was the look in your eyes afterwards. You seemed almost relieved. He couldn’t understand why. He HAD to be reading you wrong. So he replayed that moment over and over, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. Your dark eyes hiding under thick lashes. The deep red blush on your cheeks. The way you fidgeted with your hands. All these details rolling around in his mind. The more he thought about that moment, the more he felt protective of you. He couldn’t let you be a lab rat, pardon be damned.

Finally, 9:00 came around and you soon found yourself back in an exam room at SHIELD. You were right on the verge of passing out from the IUD removal when you heard a commotion down the hall. The doctor quickly finished yanking it out of your cervix and ran off to god knows where. You heard what sounded like hand-to-hand combat – punches landing, grunting, some bones breaking. Suddenly the door to the exam room busts open, causing you to nearly shit your pants (if you were wearing any, you were still clad in nothing but a hospital gown). Bucky’s metal arm was gripping some guy’s throat, dragging him across the room.

“Get dressed,” he ordered.

Your brain was desperately trying to process his command. Dressed, right. Clothes. Where are my clothes? It was hard to think with severe cramping and being a little woozy from that damn IUD removal. While you shimmied off the exam table, Bucky tossed the now passed out guy onto the floor, looking for something. He found your clothes and purse, throwing them at you. He turned around and waited for you to put them on.

“You done?” he asked. “I’m getting you out of here. Follow me and stay close.”

“What? Are you out of your mind?” You were always such a rule follower. God forbid you get in trouble. “Bucky, that lady said you’re already in hot water. Let’s not make this worse, yeah?”

Before he could respond, several agents pop out from the hallway, guns trained right on him.

“Barnes, enough is enough. Quit throwing your little tantrum and get back to your exam room.” It was the same lady from yesterday.

“Or what, you’ll shoot me? Can’t have your little experiment if I’m dead,” Bucky taunted. Without skipping a beat, the woman fired one shot straight into his right shoulder. Agents approached to escort him out of the room, but he threw one of them into the wall with his metal arm. In response, the other agents whipped out taser batons that looked scary as hell.

“Bucky stop,” you pleaded. You were traumatized enough watching him literally get shot, you didn’t need to see him beat the shit out of the other agents while they tased him with their fancy sticks. To your surprise, he actually listened to you. He put his hands up in surrender, dropping the guy he had in a chokehold. He looked over at you defeatedly, knowing his window for breaking you out was now closed.

Chapter 4

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Delusional 1

⟡ 1.3k / 18+ some smut

⟡ charlie walker x reader

⟡ crashing over your interaction with kirby about charlie, someone is there to remind you they are always watching.

You hated Kirby. You weren't entirely sure why though. She wasn't an evil person nor did she make you as mad as lets say, Trevor did or the girls in pre calc did. No. She made you upset for a whole other reason. Charlie, your Charlie, was enthralled with her. By her. She was probably some kind of witch that casted a spell on him, because the way he stares at her during the Woodsboro Cinema Club meetings, it has your blood boiling.

To be fair, you didn't know Jill all that well. Your mothers only growing up together. Yours cutting the Roberts off as a whole after Sidney’s mother died. It was too much of a mess for your family to be connected to. But when Sidney moved back to Woodsboro, and bodies started dropping like flies, Kirby had latched herself onto Charlie. Interested in who could be ghostface this time, they basically flirted in front of you. Something that made you absolutely sick to your stomach to watch.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely notice Robbie slid down in the seat next to you, rows back from where Charlie and Kirby were entertaining the club members with their banter.

“If it makes you feel better sweet girl, I don't think Kirby likes him… um like that.” he says gently. Sweet girl being a nickname Charlie coined after you cleaned alcohol off Robbie last year at Trevor’s party.

“Yeah but he likes her that way.” you pout.

Robbie scoots closer to you, “Then he’s missing out.”

Kirby smirks at Charlie, and you all about lose your shit.

“I think the killer is someone close to us.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Charlie and Kirby look at you in sync. Your cheeks flush and you can't find the words anymore.

“I think it’s uh, probable.” Robbie rushes to defend you, “The attacks are personal, and we all know they fall in line with Sidney’s return.”

“I don't think it's someone who knows us.” Kirby basically challenges.

“Why not?” you frown.

“Because it wouldn't make sense. It has to be someone-”

“Wasn't your friend Olivia gutted?”

The room falls silent.

“Okay well I think that wraps up today's meeting. Remember guys the stabathon is currently in the works and emails will get sent out.” Charlie cuts in, cutting the awkward silence. “If anyone has questions you know where to find Robbie or me.”

“You didn't have to go so far.” Robbie whispers.

You know that. That sucked. Badly.

Kirby’s nasty stare blurs everything for you, and you try to decide your next move as everyone shuffled to leave around you. Charlie nods at you as he passes and you watch, fully turning your head to do so, as he leaves out the door with Robbie in tow.

“Is that what this is about?” Kirby’s voice startles you, reminding you someone is there with you.

Fuck.

“What?” you say.

“You want to what? Fuck Charlie? That’s why you're such a bitch to me?” she crosses her arms.

“I don't care about you.”

“No shit dumbfuck.”

“It’s nothing personal.” you lie. Obviously.

“Please don’t lie to me. I see the way you look at him. How you watch him. Then how you look at me. You hate me. Because of him.” Kirby isn’t wrong. You do hate her. You're sure you love him.

“You don't even like him!” you rise out of your seat, raising your voice so slightly. “You play games with him, I watch you do it!”

“He’s my friend you delusional Idiot!” she shouts back.

“I hope you die next.” and with that you gather your bag and rush out before she cant react to your words.

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Your parents are usually never home. One is a lawyer and the other is some city council person. You actually don’t know. You don't pay attention, just take the allowance and live in your own world. Which brings you to your current situation; lying on your bed with music blasting while attempting to do your homework.

You don't usually answer unmarked calls. It’s not quite like you. But when the no caller ID phone pops up, you feel inclined to answer, and so you do.

“Helllooooo.” you draw out. It’s either this or hard calculus you really don’t understand and Robbie isn’t answering your texts.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“____. Who’s this? You called me.”

“I’m surprised you picked up.” the voice, deep and a little alluring if you were being honest, spoke.

“Why? It's not like homework is any more fun than taking a stranger's call.”

“Well,” the voice says, “there's a serial killer going around town murdering people rather, viciously.”

“I know. It’s pretty awful. Everyone is so scared and on edge. I hate it.” you admit. You roll over onto your back, and begin twirling your hair.

“Are you on edge?” the voice asks, feigning concern.

“I don't know. Part of me is scared but, part of me isn't involved in so it isn't my business.”

“You aren't involved?”

“No.” you giggle and sit up. “My family cut that family off years ago. I barely know Jill and her friends.”

“Just that one girl that got...” the voice says, “What was the word you used? Gutted?”

Your stomach dropped.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“I said, gutted. Isn't that the word you used?”

“Who is this? This isn't funny Kirby.”

“Who's Kirby?” the voice genuinely sounds confused at the name.

“I’m not an idiot you know. Sorry I told you to basically drop dead, but this isn't funny. You're crossing a line.” you stand up, pacing back and forth now.

“You seem anxious.” the voice says. “Why else are you pacing so hard.”

You stop.

“Are you… watching me?” you glance around, one window open.

“I might be. You're a very pretty girl to watch. Especially with a hand down your pants moaning… what's his name again? Charlie’s?”

“Shut up.” you demand. You grip your phone and go to close the window.

“Oh. Have I struck a nerve? Are you no longer in love with him? Moved on so quickly have we?” the voice lets out a laugh and you want to vomit.

“Do you…” you start to shake. “See everything?”

“Yes. When your back arches because your fingers hit that sweet spot, or when you pant so hard I can only imagine how you’d sound being played with by someone.” the voice sounds almost seductive now.

“I’m hanging up now!-”

“You fucking hang up and I’ll gut Charlie like a fucking pig!” he shouts and you yelp.

“No please! No don’t do that!”

“Hard to masterbate to a corpse.” it threatens.

You're in tears now. Full blown tears, and you’re shaking so badly you allow yourself to collapse into a sitting position on the floor.

There's some silence for a little while.

“What do you want?” you ask in a small voice.

“To hear those moans again. I’ve been missing out. Give me a taste.” it replies.

“And you won't hurt Charlie? Right? Promise?” you’re willing to do anything if it means Charlie still breathes. You love him.

“Touch yourself. Over your panties. Now. I’ll think it over.” he demands.

You nod, not that you think they can see, and push your skirt down to your knees and begin rubbing through the cloth.

“Tell me how it feels.” the voice says, breathy.

“Good… feels good. It feels so good.” you mean it. You’re pretty sensitive down there.

“I bet. Slip a finger in.”

And you do that. And it feels good. You’re wet, wet enough that drops are running down your hand. You're a whimpering mess, bucking your hips and essentially riding your fingers.

The voice isn't saying anything, but you don't care. It feels so good. You keep moaning and at this point, drooling on your shirt practically and soaking the rug below you with your wetness.

“Charlie oh please Charlie faster!” you beg no one, you’re orgasm so so close. “Charlie, I need you, please!”

Your orgasm hits you pretty hard, and you finger faster until you’re left a breathing mess. You collapse against your bed and notice that your phone is no longer on call, not realizing that the voice had hung up.