#gonna TRY and do all the prompts!!! getting a head start!!!

[samynnad102687]

Keep Talking and See What Happens

@struttingstag

April 26 Prompt: Keep talking and see what happens | 1943 words | Jegulus

CW: NSFW, Murder, graphic depictions of violence

"I'm on my way back now," James said into his Bluetooth headset.

"Did you get what I asked you to?" Regulus asked as he winced on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I got it. Why aren't you in bed?"

James hiked the bag up on his shoulder and crossed the road. He ran to the shop to pick up some more medical supplies. Regulus was supposed to be in bed and James was only ten minutes away from the house.

"I'm fine, James."

"If you were fine then you wouldn't be wincing," James replied aggravated. "What was so important you couldn't wait ten more minutes?"

"Stop worrying. I just went to the bathroom." Regulus scoffed as James heard the bed squeak from the new weight. "Besides, it's not like I got shot or anything."

"No, you just got stabbed in the gut because you felt like taunting the Death Eaters."

"Worth it."

"Reg, you need to-" James paused when he realised where he was and who was headed straight for him.

James was five minutes away from his and Regulus' safe house and the Death Eaters were on their territory, which was reason enough for James to take them out. But considering he only had one pistol and a dagger that wasn't a viable option without them retaliating. He also wasn't going to lead them to Regulus. James turned down an alley that led him in the opposite direction and secured the backpack onto his back.

"James?" Regulus asked, clearly concerned based on his tone.

"It's gonna take a little longer, love, but I'll be there as soon as I can," James replied calmly as he slowed down his steps to a leisurely pace. He could feel them following him. "Just got a couple of visitors, that's all."

"Be careful, Jamie."

"Always am, love."

James hung up the phone before he dialled Sirius' number.

"What's up?" Sirius asked on the first ring.

"Might need a clean-up in a little bit."

"Got it. Is your location on?"

James pressed a button on his Bluetooth that sent Sirius his location.

"It is now."

"Got it. How many?" Sirius asked clinically as James heard some rustling in the background.

"Up to three."

"Where's Reg?"

"Safehouse."

"Good. I'll have Remus swing by in a minute."

Another couple of key details and James hung up the phone. He could see them in the mirrors of some of the buildings. It wouldn't take long before they caught up to him, not that he was really trying to get away from them. James started bobbing his head as if he was listening to music. He watched as they increased their pace.

"Well, what do we have here?" Snape taunted as he grabbed James's shoulder to stop him.

"You say that as if you aren't in our territory," James drawled in a bored tone as he pretended to pause his music.

"As if you can do anything without the infamous Black Brothers," Mulciber scoffed.

"I can do quite a lot actually," James smirked devilishly.

"Oh, he's so tough, isn't he?" Avery asked Snape.

"I'm surprised they haven't dropped your ass yet. It's not like you could provide them with anything."

James could feel his patience waning. He wanted to get back to Regulus and take care of his wound before it got any worse. But dealing with these assholes and getting them back to their own territory would have to come first. Sadly. James sighed as he watched the three attempt to rattle him.

"Say, how is dear Regulus? His cousin was wondering," Snape smirked as if he wasn't already on James' list.

"He's perfectly fine. Thanks for asking and you can tell dear Bella that we will decline her offer," James remarked evenly.

"You know, I knew I should have aimed a little higher but Little Reggie does have such a pretty mouth on him. Sharp tongue too. I'm sure we could find a use for it," Mulciber replied suggestively.

"Keep talking and see what happens," James gritted out as he unhooked the snap holding his pistol in place on his hip.

He had had enough of their bullshit.

"Oh, are you gonna call your little guard dog to do something about it?" Avery cooed.

"No." James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he cocked his hip.

"No?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, poor little Potter thinks he can do something about it by himself," he mocked.

"And what are you going to possibly do?" Mulciber laughed but it died on his tongue as the bullet pierced his brain.

James had his pistol out and ready before he even started talking, not that any of them noticed. He was the picture of nonchalance as he returned his pistol to its holder. It didn't take long for the other two to realise what happened after his body fell to the ground. By that time, James had his dagger in hand and was waiting for them to make the next move.

It was Avery who charged at him with a knife of his own. James was surprised that neither of them thought to bring a fucking gun with them, not that he wasn't grateful. James preferred his dagger anyway. He preferred getting up close and personal with them. A firearm was too impersonal most of the time but it was effective when he wanted to make a quick point that couldn't be misinterpreted.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Avery shrieked.

James adjusted his stance and flipped the dagger in his hand so the blade was concealed by his forearm and made it easier to slice when needed. He smirked and beckoned them forward with his other hand in a 'Give me your best shot' motion. He let Avery get close enough to swipe his blade and nearly catch James in his side but James was quicker and sliced a long gash into his back as he stumbled past him.

Avery screamed and when James looked back to see him on the ground, Snape snuck up behind him and caught him in the side. It wasn't deep but it was enough to sting and bleed. James turned towards him with a glare two seconds before he connected his fist with Snape's nose, shattering it on impact.

James smirked while Snape grabbed his nose. James stalked towards him to punch him again but clearly, Avery didn't know how to stay down and punched James in the ribs. Two against one wasn't fair but it also wasn't anything James hadn't dealt with before. He growled as he grabbed Avery by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the building next to them, dragging it along until he was next to Snape. Snape was trying to stand up but James planted the sole of his boot into his back to keep him down.

"How's this for tough?" James asked calmly as he slit Avery's throat and watched the life drain from his eyes.

James tossed his limp body aside and focused his attention back on Snape, who was trying to crawl away from him.

"As for you," James bent down, grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back up. "You're going to deliver a little message for me."

"I'm not doing shit for you," Snape spat and James smiled devilishly.

That was exactly the response he was hoping for. James pinned him up against the wall and used his body as a punching bag, landing punch after punch until he was limp in James' hands. As much as he wanted to just kill all three, he needed to make a point. James was covered in blood and had a few scraps but nothing he couldn't take care of when he got back to the safe house.

"Let's try this again. You got your listening ears on now?" James asked as he slapped Snape until he fluttered his eyes open.

"You tell Bella that we decline her offer. There is nothing that they can offer for the Black Brothers to return to them and the next time she sends a weakling into my territory, she'll get the remains in pieces one by one until my point is made clear," James spoke in a tone that was so deadly calm that you could hear a pin drop on a pillow before Snape nodded slightly and James dropped him onto the ground and watched him scramble back to where he came from.

James was securing his dagger back into its holster on his arm when his Bluetooth rang.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sirius asked with a laugh in his ear.

"Is that even a question?" James countered as he picked up the casing off the ground.

He didn't need to since Sirius was nearby for cleanup but it was habit. He'll leave the bullet for Sirius to find though.

"Reggie is with Remus but he keeps trying to leave."

"Yeah, I'm on my way back now," James remarked as he headed out of the alley and back towards the safe house.

It didn't take him long to get there. When he walked inside, he could hear Regulus arguing with Remus to let him leave. Luckily, Remus was just as stubborn as Regulus. James shook his head as he took off his boots and the bag from his back before he walked to the bedroom.

"Love, stop arguing with Remus," James remarked from the door frame he was leaning against.

"Jamie," Regulus said with so much relief in his voice that it broke James' heart a little to make him worry. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah, you should see the other guy," James smirked and Regulus threw a pillow at him before he winced from the pain again. "Okay, that's enough of that. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," Regulus grumbled.

Remus quietly left the room after checking that James was okay. James brought the bag over to the bed and started laying out the supplies next to it. He lifted Regulus' shirt to see how his wound was healing. It still looked an angry red and would most likely scar. James removed the bandage before he cleaned the dried blood and applied a healing salve to soothe the redness and help the swelling go down before he placed a new bandage to keep out anything that would infect it.

While James was working, Regulus was trying not to flinch but no matter how many times you get shot or stabbed it still fucking hurts. When James was finished with Regulus, he took off his bloodied shirt and tossed it to the side before he looked in the mirror to assess the damage now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"Who the fuck cut you?" Regulus asked angrily.

James looked down at the cut right above his left hip and sighed, "Snape."

"I'm gonna kill him," Regulus spat as he tried to get out of bed again.

"If he's not dead already," James mused as he thought about how he should have killed him as well.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No, I sent him back with a message for your dear cousin, Bella."

"Why do you get to have all of the fun?" Regulus pouted.

"I don't have all the fun, baby. I just don't antagonise the rival gang for the hell of it."

James walked over to the bed to kiss the pout away. When he pulled away, Regulus reached out to trace the cut gently with a sad expression on his face.

"I still want to kill him."

"I know you do, baby."

Also posted on Ao3: Should Have Listened

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oooh 70 on the prompts list with shane would be so angstyyyyy plz i need to see ur thoughts on this -galaxy

This one's got a little kick to it ough

70) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

......

"Honey..wh..what is this?"

"Can't you read? God, and I thought Alex was the only illiterate man in town-"

"I know what it says! But..I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"Besides being a leech on my income for the past year and not doing a damn thing to make up for it....no."

"..are you crazy? I HAVE been doing my part! Just..take these back to Lewis and tell him you changed your mind. I'm not signing them."

"I don't need your signature. Just mine is enough to finalize it. I've already gotten everything packed for you..since you're too goddamn lazy to do it yourself."

"....what?" Tears stung Shane's eyes as he shakily set the stack of papers on the table, his vision blurring. He stared at you, seeing not an ounce of remorse on your face..but instead pure hatred. "Why would you do this behind my back? I-I thought...you-"

"What? You thought I loved you? Hah." The brief laugh that left your lips was cold. "Who could love a messed-up lowlife like you, Shane? I have a farm to take care of, a community center to restore..I can't have you slowing me down. It was a fun little fling, but now you bore me. I gotta get serious about my work."

"That's...all I was to you? A "fling"?!" A hurtful scowl formed on his face, hands shaking. "What about everything we've-?!"

"I only pitied you. And y'know, if I didn't care about Jas growing up without a father figure..I would've left you in the forest that night. I only stayed and married you to make them happy. But you blew your chance to get your act together..they're gonna be so disappointed in you."

As much as he wanted to respond with a snarky "I didn't know there was a time limit"...he was frozen on the spot, unable to say anything.

What could he say?

This was all so sudden...and just when he thought you two were doing so well and he was starting to have a genuinely positive outlook on life..

He made the horrid mistake of checking the mailbox and finding the dreaded papers.

"I'll say this was 50,000 gold well-spent." You grabbed the papers off the table, looking at the broken man before holding out your hand. "Give me that necklace. I'm gonna sell it."

"No..." Shane shook his head and clutched the mermaid pendanf, tears streaking his face as he backed into the corner. "I...I-I'm so sorry, I'll try to be better! Just tell me what I can fix, a-and I'll-!!"

Suddenly you pulled out a dagger and swiped at him, causing him to flinch and shield himself, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation-

Yet he wasn't injured, but when he saw his pendant in your hands now...he felt as though you actually twisted that dagger deep into his heart.

He collapsed to his knees, devastated as you sheathed your weapon and pocketed the amulet you once tied around his neck at your wedding.

By your hands, you two were bonded in matrimony...

And by your hands, that bond was severed.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sick of pretending that I care for some lazy ungrateful fuck. Goodbye, Shane."

And with that, you stormed out of the house..and he was left there on the floor, his sobs filling the silence in the now empty cabin.

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It was already late when you returned from your mining trip, and once you finished putting the spoils of your expedition into the shipping bin, you yawned and stretched.

The time was 1:10 AM...and your energy was super drained.

You figured Shane was already sound asleep. The idea of crawling into that cozy bed and cuddling with the man you loved had you eager to take off your boots and put your tools away.

However upon opening the door..you immediately caught a faint whiff of beer, and it left a sinking pit in your stomach.

He did bring home a six-pack case today, and he promised to have it in moderation.

But the kitchen trash showed clear evidence of recently-opened cans.

Four out of the six, in fact.

'Oh man..it happened again..'

You knew that he wasn't gonna be able to quit cold turkey just like that. It wasn't a habit he could flip off like a lightswitch, and that's a fact you've come to accept.

Although he had a few beers from time to time, it was nothing like before. And he would always let you know if he was having some....so to realize he drank over half the case tonight alone was alarming.

Why? You were only gone for a few hours..

You entered the bedroom, finding Shane still awake, hunched over on the bed's edge with his face in his hands. He looked completely torn up, and you've never seen him this bad since..

"Shane, sweetheart?"

Startled, he looked up at you, revealing his eyes to be puffy and red from crying. "O-Oh..hi. You..y-you came back?" He hoarsely asked.

"Of course I did..without having to visit Harvey, thank god." You walked over and sat beside him, frowning. "But more importantly are you okay? What's wrong?"

He tried to respond, but the memories of that nightmare made him physically incapable of doing so...and fresh tears welled in his eyes.

A choked sob came out, and as quickly as he tried covering it up--it failed as similar heartbreaking noises followed.

You didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug.

Leaning against you, he sobbed into your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt in tears. But you just hushed him and rubbed his back. He didn't smell too heavily of beer, although it made you wonder what happened tonight that was bad enough to make him relapse.

Was it...you?

Was you being away stressing him out?

Did he think you wouldn't come back-

"[Y/n]...you sure you..really love me? And all of this isn't...a-a joke?"

Those questions made your heart sink, and you briefly pulled away to gaze at him in sadness. You knew he was still struggling with his self-confidence and self-image, often comparing himself to a "squishy bag of flesh" and feeling "too old", but for him to doubt your love?

Even after talking him off a cliff?

Even after going to the gridball game where you shared that first kiss?

Even after giving him the bouquet and mermaid pendant?

"After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?" You asked softly, not with anger, but with worry.

"Just look at me, and look at every other guy in this town. You could'a had a doctor, someone who can still play gridball, a writer who lives by the sea...even that emo guy seems cool. But you chose me..."

With a sniffle, he clutched the mermaid pendant with trembling fingers. "...this pathetic..l-lowlife who doesn't do shit on this farm. I swear I'd change and get my act together, but I'm letting you down again...j-just like everyone else."

"Wha..that's nonsense. You do more for me and this farm than you could possibly know." You cupped his face, feeling his cheeks grow wet with tears. "You feed the animals, you water any crops my sprinklers could've missed...and those pepper poppers you give me help keep my energy up in the mines so I can come home safely."

"But..I can't even microwave them right." He whined. "I wanna have the energy to cook like you do-"

"What do you mean?" You frowned. "Last week, you made me a killer omelet when I went to bed angry over a Pepper Rex burning my favorite cardigan."

Shane blinked, searching his foggy brain for that memory, before it dawned on him that he actually DID wake up extra early to surprise you with an omelet he cooked on the stove. Made from Charlie's eggs, of course.

"Ah, that's right..well...I guess I'm good at some things.."

You chuckled softly, thumbing away the rest of his tears, your fingers brushing over his scruff. He recently shaved it, but it grew back rather quickly--like a crop infused with deluxe growth fertilizer.

"You're good at being my partner, and keeping me company after a long day." You kissed him in the lips. "I love you, Shane. Nothing will change that, even if you have relapses."

"I love you, too..and 'm sorry. I just had this really bad nightmare, and I couldn't fight the urge tonight."

"I understand, I'm not angry." Bringing him back into a hug, you sighed as he squeezed you tightly. "Did you wanna talk about it? I know it's late but..I'm sure it'll help us both."

"...you promise not to laugh?"

"I promise."

"I..had a nightmare you divorced me."

"Huh..really?"

"Yeah, you filed the papers behind my back and said some...pretty hurtful stuff, like how it's "the best 50,000 gold you've ever spent", how what we had was just "a fling", and...how I'm leeching off of you." The longer he went on, the more he struggled to swallow back further tears.

"....."

"I-It's stupid, but it...just felt so real. And when I woke up and you didn't come back from the mines yet, I thought maybe..it actually happened."

"Shane." You shook your head, leaning back again to bring his face into your hands. "No way would I EVER put that much gold towards something that stupid. This farmwork..it's so much to one person to handle, and I'm forever grateful you're here to help me. You're doing your best, and that's all I could ever ask."

"Thank you.." He nodded, finally calming down and realizing that what he dreamed was nothing more than a ridiculous nightmare.

You smiled and kissed him again, making this one last a bit longer before you pulled away. "I'll get you some water, okay? I don't want my baby to have a hangover in the morning."

Shane sheepishly returned the smile, allowing you to get up and go to the kitchen, while he got comfortable in bed and patiently waited for your return. His hand went to the mermaid pendant on his chest, relieved it was still there.

Even though you were probably dead-tired from the mines..you still took the time to care for him when he hit another low. You didn't see him as a chore or a leech on your life.

You saw him as your husband, your soulmate..someone you were willing to love through thick and thin even when some days were harder than others.

Of course, his depression might tell him otherwise, and manifest those insecurities into nightmares.

But you'll still be here for him no matter what.

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 28🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, mentions of killing, ANGST, SMUT, mentions of blood/ gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.6k

A/N: Hello everyone! I could not stop writing this part this week so it’s pretty long! I couldn’t break it up or you guys would be left so disappointed 🤭 Enjoy more of the twists and turns!🩸

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story. 🩸

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His hands consume your trembling body and make you feel like you’re floating amongst the stars. Every touch and caress is so tender yet so urgent. You feel worshipped by him as he whispers your name like a saving grace with each squeeze. God, you’ll never get enough of him. You’ll have a lifetime of these butterflies in your stomach when he touches you. You want to crumble every time he touches you and hide in the crook of his neck where he smells the most delicious. 

Straddling his hips, you look down at him with a fire in your eyes. He doesn’t notice it though, he’s too busy touching your skin, creating a ravenous spark inside of you that he is going to have to contain later. 

“So perfect,” he hums to himself. You felt far from it. The blistering scars on you made you anything but perfect. It sickened you to think that Raphael was trying to get you to him and take you away from Elvis. 

He can read the worry on your face and doesn’t let you share an ounce of self-doubt. 

“Shh… yes you are. I swear you are a slice of heaven brought to me,” he hums, rubbing his hands along the curve of your back. He pulls you in closer and you watch as his perfect lips go to suckle your hardened nipple. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud and makes a gentle suckling sound that makes your toes curl with the sensation he gives you.  He pushes your body even closer to his mouth as he gets more greedy. Your jaw falls slack as each lick and suck on your breasts makes you dripping wet all over him again. 

He takes his time with you, teasing and edging you to fall apart with just his tongue. You beg for him with just your hands and your breathy sighs. You can feel his cock start to get hard again, pushing against your wet folds. A throbbing starts to form in your core and makes you needy all over again. 

In a blink, he has you pinned down on the bed once again. You look at him wide-eyed, anxious to see what he has in mind for you. 

“Open those pretty legs for me, baby,” he says low. You nod your head to him and do what he asks. He sits on his heels, watching you display yourself in front of him. He bites his lip as he looks at your naked body, his strong hands squeezing at your thighs to keep them apart. He drags his thumb through your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck baby, dying’ for me already?” he asks and you nod your head at him. “You look so sexy baby, got me drippin’ out of you,” he says softly, rubbing your entrance in circles and slowly pushing his thumb into you.

“Keep me inside you, baby,” he groans. 

You hiss at the friction, still so sensitive from him earlier. He goes back to teasing your entrance with the same gentle motions, watching you squirm for him. 

He holds his cock in his hand and rubs his tip through your folds again, groaning heavily. You watch as he does this, dying in need of him. He locks eyes with you and plunges his cock into your tight pussy. You gasp out loud, “Oh mygod,” you slur as he moves in and out of you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, your body is just begging for it,” he growls, thrusting his hips into you for good measure. Another gasp escapes your lips and you look up at him with pleading eyes. He gives a devilish smirk and nods his head, plunging more of his cock into you until he stuffs you to the hilt. It was so overwhelming, so intense and you couldn’t get enough. He holds onto your thighs, giving him more leverage to fuck you harder. 

You groan his name as he hits that sensitive spot deep inside you that you didn’t know existed before he came into your life. He keeps fucking you there, making you want to scream his name. That pretense must be written all over your face because he looks at you drunkenly and takes a sharp breath in.

“That feel good baby? You like how deep I am inside of you,” he says with a snap of his hips. Your eyes roll back with the sound of his deep, gravely voice, making you want to scream yes. Your breathing feels ragged and you scratch down his forearms as he waits for your answer. He’s never fucked you like this as it was so possessive and needy. 

“Yes baby,” you whimper finally. He growls at your response and keeps the same tempo that makes you want to come already. He can see how you’re not going to last very long with how he’s taking you, but he doesn’t stop. He wants you to fall apart for him.

“So good baby. Keep takin’ my cock like this,” he pants fucking you harder. A frustrated cry comes out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel your walls flutter around him and you can’t take much more. Each thrust brought you closer to the sun and he knows it. The squelching between your legs grows louder and Elvis groans too when he feels your walls tense around him.

He places his hand around your neck and squeezes it gently, making you look straight up at him.

“You want to come baby girl? You need me?” He says slyly. You moan and nod your head at him, hoping he will make you do just that. He puts more pressure around your neck making you cry out frustratedly.

“I’m going to have to hear you say it, baby,” he rasped, grinding his hips into you deeper.

You couldn’t hold on anymore, he was going to make you lose all control you had in this situation. His chest heaves heavily and his pounding hips then suddenly stop. Your breath catches in your throat and you pull at his hips hoping he will keep going.

“No, baby, please,” you beg him. 

“Please what?” He asks darkly as he leans down and nips your neck, making you hiss.

“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you cry. He doesn’t get away from your neck, instead, he nips at it again and groans.

“Say it again,” he commands. You groan at the added pressure at your neck and the incessant throbbing in your core you have for him.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you whimper. He nips at your neck again and you bare it completely to him.

“One more time baby,” he groans, pushing the tip of his cock to your entrance.

You gasp, “Agh Daddy please. Fuck me… I need to come…” you grovel, thrusting your hips forward to get him deeper inside you.

“Sucha good girl… sucha good girl for Daddy,” he groans as he thrusts his cock all the way into you and starts fucking you again.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you cry for him. You feel that familiar feeling form in your belly and beg for him to make you come.

He places one of his hands on the headboard and one on your thigh, pounding his hips into you harder, making the most delicious groans with you.

“Goddamn baby you feel so fucking good,” he rasped. A few more snaps of his hips and your whole body tenses and your walls squeeze around him tightly. Your orgasm feels blinding and you scream his name, never having felt it like this. It was so intense and kept building deep inside you. Each movement he made only made you squeeze around his cock more. He groans in agony too, not being able to keep this pace much longer.

You gasp for air and can’t handle how intense this all feels. There’s a pressure that keeps building inside of you as he keeps fucking the daylights out of you. That sensitive spot inside you keeps getting pushed up against with every thrust and this new feeling starts to develop. It feels like you’re going to come again… but you’re certain you can’t, your body can’t anymore. A little panic sets in as you keep feeling it build inside of you and look to Elvis.

“…Daddy… I- Oh God please,” you whimper, feeling helpless now as you don’t understand what is happening to your body.

“Gonna come again for me baby? Fuckin’ hell, sucha good girl,” he smirks. 

You hear the crack of the headboard as he grips onto it tighter and keeps fucking you harder. You scream out his name and you become blinded by your orgasm. This one felt so much different, so much more intense, and suddenly, a clear liquid comes out of you and sprays him at the base of his cock. You’re in shock, not knowing what to do or how to stop it, but it feels too good to stop. Elvis looks down as he fucks you, watching you squirt more on him. 

“Oh fuck mama-, fuuuccckk,” he groans, rubbing your clit. He thrusts into you a few more times before coming inside you, coating your walls in his arousal. 

He groans loudly as he pumps his cock slower into you, leaning down into your neck and taking a bite. 

“Elvis,” you whimper, completely surrendering to him. He only drinks a bit from your neck and proceeds to kiss you more. You feel unreal and can’t catch your breath. He keeps his cock buried inside of you as he tries to soothe you. It was difficult to do so with his cock still hard inside you and your core ultra-sensitive. 

“Jesus baby look what you’ve done to my bed,” he teases, giving you a sly smirk. 

You look at the sheets and the pillow next to you and see blood smeared all over them and the wet spot from both of your arousals. 

“Half of this was your fault,” you whimper. He smiles at you and shrugs. 

“Maybe… but I got to make you do something new because of me,” he teases, slowly grazing your clit with his fingers. You tense around him and he groans because of it. 

“I don’t- I have no idea what happened… sorry for such a mess,” you say sheepishly.

He shakes his head at you and leans down to kiss you.

“Don’t you dare apologize. That was damn sexy,” he hums, nipping at the top of your breast.

You softly whimper and let your fingers tangle in his hair as his mouth goes back to tease you. 

“Did you want to rest for a bit?” He asks you.

“What do you mean?” You ask a little confused knowing you don’t need to rest.

“Well honey, I’m going to make you do that thing you just did…and find all the ways of how I can make you do it again for me. And you’re going to be a good, submissive girl for me. Does that sound okay?” He asks devilishly.

Oh Lord, I’m going to perish because of this man…

“Yes, daddy.”

*

The sun was high overhead when you both emerged from the bedroom. You swore you died and came back to life three times after what he did to you in that bed. Elvis tried everything in his power to keep you locked upstairs but you knew Iris and Alexander were either already downstairs waiting for you two or they were on their way to the house. Being supernaturally fast, they could get here in a split second if they wanted and you didn’t want them to be kept waiting. As much as you didn’t want to discuss what the plans were of how you all were going to take care of Raphael, you had to face it all sooner rather than later. 

A dozen kisses later, you drag Elvis downstairs with you. The house was deftly quiet and you were thankful for that. You take the last few steps down the stairs and peer into the living room. You’re greeted with glaring stares and annoyed huffs from most of the guys as well as Iris and Alexander. You grab Elvis’ hand as you both approach the living room. No one says anything right away and you don’t understand why everyone is in such a foul mood. Their stares burn into you and you can’t help but snap.

“What are you looking at!?” 

They stay silent, their glares continuing to burn. You look up at Elvis for some clarity of why everyone is acting like this. His lips press together tightly, looking like he’s trying not to laugh about something. He tries to collect himself and turns to face you.

“It seems, we made a little too much noise for their liking last night… and this morning… and also a bit this afternoon,” he says tauntingly. Your cheeks flush red and watch as Elvis tries to hide his little hiccup laugh. The room groans uncomfortably and they mumble under their breath.

“You two are-,” you hear Jerry start to say.

“What were going to say?” Elvis asks him.

“Nothin’,” he says annoyed.

“No, I wanna hear it. Come on, tells us,” Elvis prods.

Jerry sighs frustratedly and gathers up the courage to speak what is on his mind.

“You two are two are fucking aggravating! You fight like cats and dogs and then proceed to keep the whole neighborhood up. Jesus Christ I didn’t know we could do that all night,” he says frustrated.

Elvis stays dead silent as he stares daggers into Jerry. You can’t help but chuckle and quickly cover your mouth.

“It’s okay Jerry you can say you’re jealous,” you quip, not caring what anyone in this room thinks. Elvis stares at you wide-eyed and buckles over laughing.

After you both regain composure, you hear Iris clear her throat to speak.

“Well I guess I don’t need to ask if you completed your bond together…” she says a bit snarky.

“Anyway, we should discuss next steps… how we are going to take care of this problem you both are facing,” she says.

The mood of the room grows quiet again and you know you should be taking this seriously.

“Yes, I have my plan… what did you two have in mind,” Elvis asks. 

He had a plan already? It shouldn’t surprise you but it still stung.

“We have to make sure we are all strong enough and prepared for this fight. Do you have any idea how many men he might have working for him?” She asks Elvis.

“When I went to save y/n, there was only a couple dozen men. A few outside and more inside. They were all inexperienced fighters so I don’t think we need to worry about the men he’s hired. He doesn’t show them how to use their abilities to their full strength so we can take care of them quickly,” he says confidently. 

“How are we going to get their attention? Where is he now?” Alexander asks. 

“I assume in Vegas. He hasn’t left there in a decade and I don’t know why else he would move. If he isn’t already on his way here, we need to coax him to get here. And I assume he will come here for the one thing he wants,” he growls looking at you. 

That pretense sends a shiver through you and hate that you are the prize possession. You don’t want another man to be tracking you down and try to take you away from Elvis again. 

“No, we need to ambush him there. If we wait too long, he can have us outnumbered.” She explains.

“You all need to train. Fighting newly bitten vampires as well as older ones is no easy feat.  I’m sure you’re well aware of this Elvis,” Alexander says. Elvis glares daggers at him and crosses his arms.

“We can do just fine on our own,” he says through his teeth.

“That’s right, I forgot. That’s why you defeated Raphael all on your own and aren’t using any of us to clean up the mess you left behind,” he growls. You pull Elvis back as he tries to lung to Alexander. His skin felt boiling hot with anger and made it uncomfortable to be standing so close to him.

“Stop, honey,” you snap, “listen to him, he’s trying to help us.”

Elvis slowly nods and tries to calm down. 

“I know …we’ll train and get more knowledge of how to fight them off,” he says grumpily. 

“Okay good. We’ll have a few days of training. Then, we should leave as soon as possible. If we feel confident enough that you all are ready, we’ll head out to Las Vegas. Then we’ll go with the rest of your plan,” Iris says. Everyone in the room nods their head and looks sullen, not looking at you or Elvis. 

You pull at Elvis’ arm to make him look at you. 

“Am I the only one that doesn’t know about this plan of yours?” You ask sharply. 

His jaw clenches and he swallows, “you know about most of it,” he confirms. 

“What are you talking about?” You press. 

“I already told you it, and you didn’t like it so it doesn’t bear repeating…” he says gently. 

The air gets punched out of you and stumble backward from him. You physically feel weak even though you’ve never been stronger. You look at Iris to see if she knew this all along but won’t retain eye contact with you. It made so much more sense of what he was telling you last night, why he kept repeating the same thing. 

Forgive me... Please forgive me…

He wasn’t asking forgiveness for everything that’s happened, he was asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do. 

“You knew?! This whole time! You knew what his plan was and you’re okay with it?” You snap at them. 

“He’s trying to put you out of danger, you have to see it from his side y/n,” Iris tries to explain. You were fuming and couldn’t hide it. 

“No! I will not see it from his side! He keeps doing this! He keeps pushing me aside and saying it’s for the better when it’s not. Every time we’re a part it tears him into pieces. We should be working together, figuring out how to take Raphael out together.”

“This plan is absolutely idiotic! The plan is to go in blind fighting Raphael? He’s strong! And who knows if he’s gotten stronger! We don’t know how many men he has anymore either. Meanwhile, I won’t remember Elvis or what Raphael did to me?! How is that going to protect me?” You say frustrated.

Elvis grabs your hands and tries to make you focus on him. 

“Honey please, I need to protect you. This is what I need to do to make sure you won’t have any more pain,” he says softly. “I’m trying to take away the pain I caused. I just want to give you happiness like I promised and start over with you.”

“I don’t want you to make me forget you,” you sob, feeling the weight of the world all come crashing down on you. 

“Baby please, you’ll come back to me, of course you will. I just want all of this over with and start my life with you the right way. No turmoil or threats of you getting taken away,” he tells you pulling you into his chest. You sob into his shirt and angrily ball your fists. You wanted all of this to be over. 

You blink through the tears and twist out of his grasp. You couldn’t bear the stares everyone was giving you and quickly make your way to the basement. Your stomach felt sick and the world felt too big for you. 

*

After some time, Elvis treads lightly down the steps of the basement but you still hear him coming. He sits next to you, the silence between you suffocating. 

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he whispers. 

You stay silent, not sure what to say to that. 

“I want you to be safe and protected, that’s all I want.” He tells you. 

“I’ve told you, even with how hard all of this has been, I wouldn’t want a second to be changed. Why are you insistent that this is what I need?” You ask hurt. 

“You might not understand now, but I know you will.  Forgive me,” he says low. 

You don’t respond to him because you truly don’t know if you can forgive him for this. 

“Where would I even go?” You ask him

“I’ll have Iris take you back to Colorado, protect you there until I can get you.”

“And you’re just going to pop back into my life? Act like nothing has changed?”

“No… I guess we’ll just start over. Act as I’ve never seen you before,” he says sorrowfully.

“I can’t forget you! You were the one that bit me!”

“I’ll make them tell you it was one of them who did it. Just for now,” he says somberly.  

You sob into your hands at the idea of not remembering these last few months. He holds you in his arms, letting you cry. You had to pull yourself together, you couldn’t have your last few moments with him just sobbing. 

The sound of the front door creaking open makes you sit up curious who else is coming here. “There’s someone that’s been wanting to see you,” he tells you. You look at him a bit confused, not understanding who he’s referring to. 

He takes your hand and leads you back upstairs and you smell a new human scent you’ve never smelled before. You look up at him apprehensive, not knowing why he has a human here you don’t know while your thirst is still not controlled. 

You turn the corner to the dining room and stop in your tracks. 

Anna. She’s here. 

She has tears in her eyes when she sees you and quickly rushes to you. She wraps her arms around you and hugs you tight but stops when she notices how different you are. She takes a step back and picks up your hand, noticing how cold you are. 

“Hey,” you say to her with a smile. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” She asks uneasily. 

“Yes I’m fine,” you say softly. She doesn’t buy it, she’s known you for too long that she can smell when you’re lying at this point. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” She says hurt. She looks down at your wedding ring and brings it up closer to her face, ogling it with amazement. 

“And you got married? Didn’t bother to tell me about that hmm? I had to find out about it from the newspapers,” she says sourly. 

You felt guilty, you knew you weren’t being a good friend ever since you started seeing Elvis. You kept her in the dark for most of it but it was for her own good. 

“I’m sorry, it all happened so fast,” you admit. She looks at you disappointed and looks at you like she doesn’t recognize the person in front of her. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, glaring up at Elvis as he stands there quietly. 

“A lot has happened… can we sit down to talk?” You ask her. 

“Sure,” she says shortly. 

You don’t blame her for being upset, you should have filled her in on what was happening but it all went by too quickly.  You take a seat in the living room and she keeps a distance from you. You were thankful for that space. Her blood smelled appetizing along with the sound of her nervous fluttering heart. 

But you were nervous too telling her about all of this, it’s a lot to handle. 

You muster up the courage to start explaining what’s been going on. 

“Okay… So, yes we got married when we were in Hawaii.”

“Yeah I heard from the news you were in Hawaii… didn’t expect you to get married to a man that you’ve only known for three months,” she jabs. 

Valid point…

“Yeah I understand it was quick, but it was what we wanted. I’m sorry I never called you. Elvis proposed and I wanted to get married there,” you try to explain. 

“It still sucks, I don’t know what hold he has on you but you’ve been a really shitty friend lately. Everything that happened in Vegas and how secretive you became, it ticked me off. But I respected your space and didn’t want to push you to tell me what was really going on. But I know there was something else going on… it was more than just an affair,” she insinuates. 

You glance at Elvis uncomfortably, not sure where to start with your story to make Anna understand. 

“You look so… different. Yet you’re the same… and your eyes…,” she says a bit confused. You sigh and try to explain. 

“Yeah… look, I won’t lie to you anymore. There’s something that happened,” you say gently. She stays stealthily quiet, all except her nervous heartbeat pounding away in your ears. You grab onto Elvis’ hand, trying to gain focus on him and nothing else. 

“It’s okay,” he whispers to you. 

“There are things in this world that are difficult to explain and this is one of them…” you start to say. 

“Just start at the beginning,” Elvis says gently and then stops himself, “well I’m sure you can glaze over some details…” he snickers. 

“I know you were fucking her, get over yourself,” she snaps at him. He bites the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from having a rebuttal. 

“Anna please, I know you’re upset, but just please try to listen. I need you to promise to die with this secret.” 

She nods her head and crosses her arms as she waits for you to continue. 

“I knew something was different about Elvis in the beginning. It was a weird feeling I had about him but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. It was the way he looked at me and the way we were like magnets to each other. But just like you noticed when you hugged me, I noticed how cold he was, how rigid his body felt when I embraced him.”

“I need you to understand there are things existing in this world that are unfathomable. This is really hard to explain…” you say overwhelmed.  

Elvis squeezes your hand to reassure you. 

“It’s okay honey, why don’t you show her…” he insinuates. 

You agree and try to focus on him again to get your fangs to descend. He squeezes your hand tighter, silently encouraging you to do this. You have your head down facing the floor and finally feel your fangs descend. Taking a few deep breaths, you look back up at Anna and part your lips slightly, showing off your sharp incisors. 

She gasps out loud and backs up further into the couch, clutching the couch cushions. 

“What the hell,” she gasps. 

“It’s okay it’s going to be okay,” you try to say calmly. 

“You’re… you’re a v-, no… there’s no way that’s real…” she chokes out. You try to make your fangs go away to not frighten her as much but it takes a great deal of focus. 

“No, you’re right, vampires are real. I’m- I’m a vampire Anna,” you say gently, realizing that’s the first time you’ve said it out loud. 

She trembles sitting there, unsure of what to do or say to you. Her attention gets turned to Elvis and she scowls, getting up to confront him. 

“Fucking asshole! Why the hell would you do this to her!? You turned her into a monster you selfish prick!” She yells at him, slamming her hands against his chest. He doesn’t move an inch and looks down at her amused. Your anger bubbles up to the surface and hate seeing someone else touch him. You quickly get up and push Elvis back, creating a barrier between him and Anna. She was stunned you moved so quickly and tried to push you too with no avail. 

“Why would you let him do this to you y/n?! He’s ruined your life!” She cries. 

“We’re not monsters Anna! And don’t you dare touch him again, I don’t like that!” you snap at her.  She stares at you wide-eyed and quickly looks away. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” she says quickly, almost like a script. It was uncharacteristic of her to just agree so easily. She’s always had a little temper. You look back at Elvis unsure of what her problem was. 

“You compelled her honey,” he says gently. You look back at Anna mortified and try to grab her hands to get her to look at you again. 

“You what?” She says confused. 

“I’m so sorry hun… I-I-I don’t know what I was doing,” you say nervously. 

“What did you do?” She presses. 

“Sit back down please, let me finish what I was explaining,” you say gently. 

She frustratedly turns back around and sits down waiting for you to continue. 

“I wanted him to bite me… I wanted him to turn me. I can’t live without him.” You tell her. 

“Once I found out what he was, which was a complicated mess I’ll tell you about later, Elvis explained to me the legends of vampires. How sometimes vampires can have a soulmate, one person on this earth that would complete them and make them not as bloodthirsty. He craved my blood like he never had before and being… intimate with him… only made us want to be together more. But we didn’t want to be away from each other, it almost felt ailing to be a part for too long. It took me a while to come to terms with it all, but I knew it was true,” you explain. 

“This can’t be real..” she says shaking her head. 

“I know, I thought the same thing. Vampires have abilities, and one of them is being able to make anyone do what they want. It’s called compelling. So I just did that to you on accident, sorry about that,” you say timidly. 

“What the fuck! Don’t do that, get out of my head! You can’t just make anyone do what you want. That’s just insane…” she says mortified. She looks back at Elvis with a heated stare, “Did you compel her to be with you or something!” 

Elvis growls low and doesn’t answer her. You quickly butt in. “No, of course not! That’s the thing, you can’t compel your other half to do anything. All the decisions I made with him were what I wanted Anna.” You try to reassure her. 

You can see how hard all of this is on her. She can’t wrap her head around it. 

“So now you go around sucking the life from humans is that it?” She asks disgusted. 

“No. I’ve never fed on a human. We can just live off of blood bags from the blood banks or just each others.” You explain. 

She looks sad and watch as tears fall from her eyes. 

“Jesus… this can’t be real…” she mutters to herself. You try to give her space, knowing it’s a lot of information to handle. You’ve been there before and remember how hard it was to listen to Elvis' history. 

She wipes her tears with the back of her hand and looks back at you, inspecting closely your neck. 

“Is that what he did to you?” She asks mortified. 

You wince at the heat that resided within the scar. 

“No… this is something else,” you groan frustrated. 

“Who did that to you?” She asks concerned. 

“The man that bit Elvis, Raphael, lived out there in Vegas too and hated him. He hated how much attention Elvis brought onto himself with feeding in town and anything else he did. Daniel was working for Raphael and when he found out I was with Elvis, he learned that he couldn’t compel me. Daniel went and told Raphael that I was with Elvis and I knew the truth about him. He thought Elvis was putting our kind at risk of being exposed and thought I would tell everyone what vampires are. He thought El was too weak to compel me but he didn’t know we were tied together in a special bond. But he didn’t believe in that kind of stuff no matter what you told him. He ended up abducting me, making me choose to work for him or have him compel me to forget Elvis forever.”

“I didn’t want either option and tried to run away but he attacked me and ended up feeding me. He bit too hard and left these awful marks all over my body, trying to claim me as his,” you grumble pulling your shirt down to show the other bite mark on your chest. 

“They were healed after Elvis turned me… but as of yesterday, they came back…” you shiver. 

“What do you mean they came back? Is that even normal?” She asks stunned. 

“No, it’s not normal. No one should feed from me, especially not another man. And even though Elvis saved me, he didn’t cut Raphael’s heart out… meaning he’s still alive… and trying to pull me back to him somehow,” you explain. 

She looks terrified, unsure what to do or say in this kind of situation. 

“I’m so sorry y/n… I’m sorry this has been so difficult for you,” she says softly. “What are you going to do about him? Do you know where he is?” She asks. 

“We assume in Vegas but not entirely sure…” you trail off not wanting to think of the rest of the plan they’ve devised. 

Elvis picks up your hand once more and makes you look at him. 

“The reason I brought Anna out here is to keep you company while the rest of us take care of things in Vegas…” he says lightly. 

Your heart breaks more by his words. 

“How long do you think we’ll need to be gone?” You ask. 

“I’m not sure honey, I think we’re going to send you off tomorrow, just to ensure you both will be out of harm's way. But as soon as it’s safe I’ll get you back to me,” he says as he places a kiss on the back of your hand.  

You try to stifle your cries and nod your head, not wanting to fight with him anymore if this is going to be the last few moments you have with him before everything changes again. 

“I’ll leave you two alone, I know you both need to talk more and I know you don't want me here.” He says glaring slightly at Anna. “I’m going to be outside training with Alexander, he’s insistent I need to learn more fighting skills if I’m going to take down an old vampire like Raphael,” he grumbles. “Let me know if you need anything,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead and you sigh, loving the way his lips feel on your skin. 

You watch him walk out the front door and miss him already. 

“Where are we going exactly?” She asks apprehensively. 

“We’re going to stay in Colorado with Iris, another vampire. Just for a little while and make sure we’re out of harm's way while the rest of them take care of Raphael and whoever else wants to cause harm,” you try to say as convincingly as possible. She seems to be okay with the plan and doesn’t protest about it moving forward. 

“As long as I’m with you, I’m fine with it.” She says with a slight smile. You were thankful you were gaining some trust with her again. 

You and Anna talk for hours, answering any question she might have. You couldn’t tell her about how one of them was going to compel you to forget Raphael and all the turmoil that followed. She helped you laugh about some of the circumstances that you were in and it made you feel better. She was a good distraction from everything else happening and you were thankful for Elvis bringing her here. She finally opened up and wasn’t as mad anymore for what you had kept from her. But she wanted to know all the details about you and Elvis even though you told her some of it already when you were in Vegas. That wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted to hear it again. All of it… starting from the second you first had feelings for him now that she knows he’s a vampire. Your cheeks blushed when you recounted some of the things and she also couldn’t help but turn red too. 

She went to bed around eleven, tired from her flight and the overwhelming day she’d had with you. You were left with your wandering thoughts the rest of the night and you hated it. Everyone that was planning to fight was outside training with Iris and Alexander, learning the best tactics of how to fight off vampires and how to use the wooden stakes best. 

Being alone wasn’t what you wanted as you would only break down the more you thought about losing a second of the memories you’ve had with Elvis. It wasn’t fair and didn’t like how Elvis thought it would be the only option for you. Those memories were jarring and painful but being with Elvis made them go away. Forgetting the past wasn’t the solution to all your problems. 

You went to Elvis’ office and started to read any book on the shelf to see if you could have another option of how your fate might change. There was nothing in the books that made you see a different outcome. You were going to be stuck with losing most of your memories of Elvis. 

If that was going to be the case, you start to write down every memory you had with him. You date each letter and reminisce about every feeling and emotion that you went through the first few days of meeting Elvis. The anxiety, the intrigue, and ultimately the undeniable, cataclysmic attraction you had to him. You never wanted to lose those moments. It was almost cathartic to relive those moments you had when you were human with him. Once this was all over, you wanted to revisit these letters to yourself. Make yourself remember something. Feel something. 

You even wrote down the bad times. The fights, the insensitive words, and the turmoil Raphael caused. It was all a part of your story, your new life. 

You kept thinking about the ‘plan’ they had devised. It was still an awful one. You hated that you didn’t know how long you’d be away from Elvis since they didn’t know when Raphael would come looking for you. You didn’t want to be sent away to the mountains with another vampire you barely knew and have Anna towing along too. There had to be a better way. You had to do something… you had to be the one…

Then it hits you. You know exactly what you need to do. 

*

The sun was going to come up soon and you had just finished writing the letters to yourself. You wrote down your new plan for Anna to understand too and some words of encouragement that everything was going to be alright. The house was quiet and everyone was still outside. You peeked out the window to see the backyard where Elvis was and you saw his clothes ripped and going at it with Alexander in hand-to-hand combat. 

The back door suddenly opened and you saw exactly who you hoped you would. Jerry comes into the house looking just as disheveled as Elvis and heads to the kitchen. 

You quickly make your way to him and he looks your way. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec,” you say low. He can tell by your tone something is up and he nods at you. You motion to go downstairs and he follows behind you. 

Listening to make sure Elvis is preoccupied outside, you face Jerry.

“What’s wrong,” he asks. 

“Shh. I need you to be quiet okay?”

“What's going on,” says low. 

You were nervous to say your plan out loud, knowing it was going to be met with opposition. 

“Please just listen, don’t overreact.” You tell him firmly. He nods his head at you and waits for you to explain. 

“Remember when you said you’d do anything for me? Because I’m tied to Elvis? Well, I need you to live up to your promise,” you tell him. 

He takes a shaky breath in, “Okay… what exactly do you need?” He asks. 

“I need you to take me to Vegas… to Raphael,” you explain. His eyes blow wide and he puts his hand on his head. 

“Are you fucking crazy?!” He says low, “He can kill you.”

“No, I know, just listen. This plan that Iris, Alexander, and Elvis have made is awful. If you guys go in there blind and not know how many men he has there protecting him, you’re bound to get yourselves killed. Hell, he might see you guys coming and make a run for it. I’m almost sure they’re expecting you guys to go and attack him. If I go, I’ll be the distraction. I’ll keep Raphael busy and not worry that Elvis and the rest of you are going to show up any moment to end him. Train and learn from Iris and Alexander, get ready for anything to come your way. Then when he least expects it, you all come in and end this.”

He paces lightly and looks back at you worried. 

“He can compel you to tell him the truth, to do anything for a matter of fact! Have you thought of that,” he snaps, keeping his voice low. 

“Yes I have… that’s why I need you to do one more thing for me… I need you to compel me to forget the plan and… to forget how much I love Elvis,” you explain. His face goes pale and his eyes are full of sorrow. 

“Y/n, no. I- I can’t do that,” he says mournfully. 

“Yes, you can and you will!” You hiss. “If Raphael compels me to forget Elvis or worse, makes me completely brainwashed that I wasn’t meant to be with Elvis, I’m never getting those memories back from him! I read that only the person who compelled you can give you those memories back if they wanted right?” You ask. 

“Yes, you’re right,” he says annoyed. 

“I couldn’t handle him compelling me to forget Elvis. I’ll be walking around this Earth in an eternal hell longing for the other half of me. But if you do it… I know you’ll give him back to me… you’ll give me all my memories back. I trust you,” you assure. 

You can tell he doesn’t like it but he’s outweighing the risks and benefits of this plan. And this plan has more benefits in the long run. 

“It’s risky…” he says. 

“I know,” you whisper. 

“… but it could work.”

“It will work,” you affirm. “If you compel me to forget the plan, there’s no way of him finding out anything. And the cherry on top is that I’m convincing enough to say that I don’t love Elvis anymore and I was drawn to Raphael… that I had nowhere else to go but to him,” you say weakly, hating the words that rolled off your tongue.

Jerry sits down on the sofa and stays quiet, unsure of what to do next. 

“Elvis can kill me for doing this. You see how he gets when I look at you for too long,” he says worriedly. 

“I won’t let him. I plan on telling Anna and I wrote it all down so he knows that this was my idea, no one else’s.” You reassure. 

“When did you want to leave? We’ll have to run to the airport, it would be too telling if I took a car.”

“Do you know when he planned on sending me off with Iris to Colorado?” You ask. 

“In the morning, 9:00 am.”

“Then we need to leave earlier then. How much longer can Elvis be distracted with training with them outside,” 

“I can tell the guys to keep him busy. He’s pretty focused on learning different fighting skills, I’ll make sure they don’t let him go in the house looking for you.”

“Okay good. Let me get some things packed and we can leave at 6:00. It’s going to work,” you tell him. He nods his head and leaves the room without saying another word. 

You go back upstairs to pack a small duffle full of things you think you might need. You tremble with anticipation and try to conceal your worry, not waiting for Elvis to feel any of that and get suspicious. 

You gently wake up Anna and she slowly flutters her eyes open. 

“What’s wrong y/n?” She says groggily. 

“Shh, stay quiet. I’m sorry to wake you up… but plans have changed,” you tell her. She sits up in bed, intrigued by what you have to say. 

“Okay…” she says softly. 

“I need you to hold onto these and hide them from anyone,” you say giving her the stack of letters you wrote yourself, “you can give them to me when I get back, especially if things go wrong…” you shiver at the thought. 

“Go where? I thought we were going together to stay out of trouble,” she asks confused. 

“Plans have changed. I’m going to Vegas by myself. I’m going to distract Raphael and the rest of them. It’s going to be fine,” you say trying to sound reassuring. 

She looks at you worried, not liking the new plan at all. 

“Y/n, please be careful. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Elvis is okay about all of this?” She asks tepidly. 

“Well, no. That’s where I need you to do me another favor,” you say handing her another envelope with Elvis’ name on it. 

“Once he finds out I’ve left, he’s going to be upset. So I need you to say one of your favorite things to tell a man; tell him to shut up and listen to you.” You chuckle. “I need you to explain the plan to him and get his ass to Vegas as quickly as possible.”

She covers her mouth from being too loud and grabs the envelope from you. 

“I can absolutely do that after he took my best friend away without telling me,” she giggles. 

“I knew you’d be the perfect person for this job,” you tease. “I wrote everything down how this was my idea. I know he’ll come around once he sees what I wrote and calm down.”

She quickly goes to hug you, “please be careful. I just got you back,” she says sorrowfully. 

“I know, it’ll be alright. I’ll be back before you know it,” you say with a smile. “We’re supposed to be leaving together at 9:00 so be prepared for the wrath he’ll give you a little before then,” you say. 

She gives you one more hug and you leave her alone to go back downstairs. You hated how quiet the house was, it didn’t feel right to have a house as lively as this one to be so abysmal. You go out to the back door where everyone is and watch Elvis kick and fight off Alexander with his ripped shirt dirty and disheveled. You had never seen Elvis unkempt, you didn’t know he could ever look like that, you think smugly. 

You walk up to them and wait for both of them to notice you. It takes longer than you expect and you finally pull Elvis’ arm to get him off of Alexander. 

“Oh honey, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there,” he says winded. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were all in one piece after seeing this shirt of yours,” you tease. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” he chuckles, “Alexander wants to prove he’s faster than me being older or whatever but I’m not letting him win.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” Alexander jabs. Elvis makes a low audible growl and you pull at his arm to look back at you. 

“How about I give you a kiss for good luck,” you say low and sultry. 

You reach up to him on your tippy toes and pull him in by his tattered shirt. Sparks flew and you melted away by his touch. His lips were warm and soft, making you want to never escape from his arms ever again. Your lust for him gets the best of you and you slip your tongue in his mouth, raking your fingers in his hair. You can feel his body melt into yours as he squeezes your hips, kissing you more passionately. You did everything in your power to not pull him in the house and fuck him. But you couldn’t. Your emotions would get the best of you and he would feel every last anxiety you had in your body. 

You regretfully pull away, seeing him breathless as he looks at you. 

“Jesus mama,” he sighs. 

It feels like you’re ripping off duck tape on your skin when you pull away from him. You never wanted to be a part but fate had other plans for you two. 

“Make me proud,” you wink as you start to walk away. “I love you.”

You drag your hand along his arm and his fingers try to stop you but you keep walking. He smiles at you as he goes back to Alexander. “I love you more.”

Oh, you’re not going to love me in a few hours, you think warily.

You don’t breathe when you walk back into the house. You wanted to collapse and cry like an inconsolable child but you couldn’t. You had to act like nothing was wrong. You couldn’t blow your cover. His touch lingers on your skin and you savor it, not knowing when the next time you’ll see Elvis. You quickly grab your duffle bag from upstairs and wait in the kitchen. 

Jerry walks into the house and doesn’t make eye contact with you as he walks by. 

“Plane is ready,” he says in the faintest whisper you could barely hear. He continues to walk through the house and you know you have to follow him. 

He quietly opens the front door and you stay close behind him. He grabs your duffle bag out of your hand and nods his head at you. 

“Run,” he says low. 

You make all your energy go to your legs and take off running faster than you ever thought. The whole world looks like a blur and you don’t know how to stop but you’re following as close as you can to Jerry. 

He suddenly grabs your arm and stops you in your tracks. You both are in front of a small jet and the engines are roaring. 

“Hurry,” he says pulling you up on the stairs to the plane. 

“Close the door,” he snaps to the flight attendant. 

He has you sit down in the back of the plane and doesn’t calm down til the wheels come off the ground. He finally sits down and lets out a breath of relief. 

“Did he know we left?” You ask him. 

“No, thankfully. But I’m sure once we get there, he’s going to be losing his shit.”

The flight was almost three hours but it felt a lot longer. You walked around the plane and couldn’t stay still. It was the only thing slowing you to not freak out or feel anxious. You didn’t want Elvis to have any suspicion and you tried to stay as calm as possible. 

You use the bathroom in the back of the plane to splash some water on your face and look at yourself in the mirror. Your golden eyes were the most telling thing about you and how you were not a normal vampire. They were bound to ask questions of why your eyes were so different than last time and you didn’t want Raphael asking you more questions than necessary. There had to be a way to conceal them. If Elvis has changed his appearance throughout the years, you had to learn too. 

You close your eyes, focusing on changing your eye color. You try to get them back to their natural color and hide the golden hue. Popping them back open, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your natural, more human-like eyes stare back at you. You sigh a breath of relief you could hide them for now. 

You sit back in your seat, looking at the billowing clouds in the distance. You both were quiet and the tension of the whole situation made it feel hard to breathe.

“Thank you for doing this for me…” you say quietly.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he scoffs.

“It going to work, I know it.” You say firmly. 

Another long silence is held in between you two. You hear him make a small chuckle and try to cover it up but you catch it anyway. You look at him expectantly, “What’s so funny?” 

“How does it feel to be the Trojan horse?” He says smugly.

“Pretty fucking terrifying,” you giggle, “Let's hope that men are the same as they were thousands of years ago and will be distracted by a new and shiny prize,” you laugh.

“I can vouch that men haven’t changed much and I’m sure you’ll get through the gates just fine,” he teases. Laughing through this all made you feel a bit better. 

The abrupt jolt of the plane landing made your stomach flip knowing your time of normal life with Elvis was coming to an abrupt end. Jerry takes out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you.

“This is the house we found you at last time. Hold onto this.” He informs you.

You quickly put it in your pocket and take a few deep breaths. You knew the second you stepped off this plane, your life could be ruined forever. Jerry grabs your bag and looks nervous too.

“Are you ready?” He asks gently.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you say quietly.

The door to the plane opens and the warm, dusty desert air fills your lungs. You tread down the plane’s steps carefully and start to tremble, not wanting to touch the ground. A huge wave of anger hits you like a boulder and proceeds with confusion and blinding sadness. You need to give your lungs air but with every breath you take in, you’re hit with this stabbing pain in your heart. You hold onto the stair railing and gasp, sitting down on one of the steps to try and calm yourself.

“What’s wrong y/n,” Jerry asks panicked.

“He knows… he knows I’m gone… Oh God, he’s so upset,” you choke out. You cover your face with your hands and can’t stop shaking.

“It’s okay, It’s going to be okay y/n. Anna is going to explain it all to him. He’s going to be okay. We need to go before anyone picks up our scent and tells Raphael I’m here with you,” he says firmly.

You make your way down the last few steps and feel almost dizzy from the wave of emotions Elvis is giving off. You couldn’t imagine what he was like right in front of all of them back in Memphis.

“Okay, let's get this over with,” you say.

“Okay…” he says shakily.

You grab his shirt and shake him angrily, “You better bring all my memories back when this is over. No matter what Elvis says, promise me you’ll give them all back to me!” You cry out angrily.

“Yes, I promise,” he says looking down solemnly.

You take a few more deep breaths and smooth out your hair.

“Okay… I’m ready.”

He looks back up at you, tears welling in his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths himself and looks at you dead in the eye.

“You don’t remember any plans we’ve made. You ran off on your own, heartbroken because Elvis doesn’t love you anymore. Block out your bond. Take a taxi and go to that address on the piece of paper in your pocket and stay with Raphael.” He commands. Pain radiates through your heart and you cry out, feeling the bond you and Elvis share suddenly tear.

Then…

Nothing.

No pain.

No worries.

No heartache.

You stare at the unknown man in front of you and quickly back up from him. The loud tarmac filled your ears with noise and so many different scents swirled in your nose. You didn’t recognize this man with his cold, dark stare he had. You see your duffle bag on the floor next to him and quickly pick it up. All you knew was you had to get away from him, you couldn’t be at the airport any longer. You run quickly through the airport and try to hail a cab down. You frantically wave til one finally stops for you.

“Where to sweetheart?” The cab driver says.

Shit, where am I going? You think blindly to yourself. You shift in the seat and hear the crinkle of a piece of paper in your pocket. You dig it out of your jeans and un-crumple it.

Raphael

777 Hells Bells Rd

Las Vegas, Nevada 89084

You quickly hand the paper over to the driver. You had a sense of urgency when you saw Raphael’s name. You knew you had to get to him quickly or something bad could happen.

“Please take me here, please hurry.” 

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[theflyindutchwoman]

In order to distract from how... interesting... tonight's gonna be, what are some of your favorite underrated pre canon moments?

For me one of my favorites is at the end of season when they're talking about personal lives prompted by tim(!) and she says "we're friends!" Like I really think that moment shows how much their relationship grew over the course of season 2 and was sweet.

I'm sorry Anon, I saw your ask right when the episode was about to start… But this is such a fun question so thank you for this trip down memory lane. There are so many little moments… starting with the one you just mentioned. It's one of my favorite too - along with the one from earlier in the episode when he actually tries to figure out why she has been smiling so much lately. So much for not being interested in her personal life! The denial is strong with this one…

Here are some other underrated moments that I love :

1.19 - when Tim and Lucy are patrolling another beat so they can find a stolen car and check one box. Let's start with the fact that Tim actively asked a colleague from another station for tips on where to find stolen cars - they're not even on their regular grounds, he's just doing everything to maximise Lucy's chances. Or how she decides to refuse to penalise a woman who is just trying to get by and risks not being able to take the exam in the process. It's such a defining moment for her : her empathy and integrity truly shines through here. And then, there's the look of pride on Tim's face (one she doesn't see) when she does that.

2.05 - when the pawn shop owner describes Lucy as "distrustful"… The way she looks so proud and turns towards Tim is the cutest… So is his reaction for that matter, even though he's trying to hide how proud he is too. I don't think I ever seen anyone look so happy to be called that by the way!

4.12 - when Lucy asks Tim if she can take a look at the suspect's videos so she can get some insights into his psyche. I love when her background as a psych major is being used. But the fact that Tim agrees immediately and even comes to help her just shows how much he respects and values her expertise - even if it's something he doesn't necessarily believes in. Compare that to all the times another officer wants to use psychology as a tool to catch a criminal and you can clearly see the difference.

4.19 - when Lucy is about to ram the military Humvee. Her "if this goes bad, we will both be disgraced together" has such a 'ride or die' feel to it, I love it.

These are the ones I could think of off the top of my head… There are many others, but I'm not sure whether they count as underrated or not 😅

[yewphoric]

Participating in #TESInktober2022 !!

Day one: Dungeon! Here's my Dragonborn, Ragnar (he/they) exploring a curiously empty Nordic crypt!

[jaxon-exe]

Dp x dc prompt

So this starts with Danny becoming the ghost king on his 18th birthday and almost immediately every power-hungry ghost in existence starts proposing to him. At first he just ignores it but after the 10th time someone tries to kidnap him to marry him Greek god style, he’s fucking sick of it and goes to Clockwork for help.

He’s not much help. The only way for other people to stop trying to marry him is if he’s already married. What’s more, because he’s the king of the infinite realms, it has to be someone that’s considered a citizen of the Infinite Realms. (Like he can marry someone that’s still alive but they wouldn’t count and people will just keep trying to marry him) CW also warns him that people will try and kill anyone he marries if they can so a living person isn’t really ideal. The only bit of real helpfulness he does provide is a list of non-evil non-power-hungry citizens so he can have an easier time finding someone.

So Danny takes the list and starts crossing of names (like Johnny, even tho the guy won’t abuse the power of being the ghost princess, kitty would kill Danny for good this time) when he comes across the perfect candidate.

Jason Todd (Robin/Red Hood)

He’s been to Gotham before, knows the Robins all do good work and knows the Red Hood is already a good and fair ruler of his criminal underground. Plus the guy could definitely fight off any ghost trying to kill him even without the power boost and some helpful weapons Danny would give him if he agrees. Plus he has the perfect bargaining chip to get the guy to help by offering to fix the corrupted ectoplasm in him (not that he wasn’t gonna do that anyway when he had the time to but Hood didn’t need to know that)

So Danny hops over to Gotham and after quickly getting permission from Lady Gotham (she’s very protective of her Knights) heads over to crime ally and pitches the idea to Red Hood.

Which basically goes like-

Danny: so I give u, the title of prince, access to the Infinite Realms whenever u wish, a sweet private wing in my castle, any of the op ghost weapons in the castles armoury and a fix for ur rage problems and u marry me so I stop getting people trying to propose to me in increasingly more annoying ways :)

Jason, a literature geek with a secret desire to be the protagonist in a shitty YA romance: u had me at Prince

So the two of then jump over to the Infinite Realms to get married thinking it’ll take 30 minutes top only to learn that CW left out that a Royal wedding has to take at minimum a week otherwise no one will consider the Marriage valid. So the two, not backing out at this point, join in on the week of parties and celebrations without putting much more thought into it.

Meanwhile back in Gotham, after not having Red Hood check in after his patrol, Oracle searches CCTV and finds Jason having a conversation with a figure that is glitching out the camera to much to identify them, then the figure seemingly grabs Jason and drags him into a portal and the two of them disappear.

So obviously the Batfam comes to the conclusion that Jason was kidnapped by some sort of magical being and calls in John. He identify the magic as that of the ghost king’s and has been hearing that the king had been looking for a bride so comes to the conclusion that Jason has been kidnapped Persephone style to be be married and is under the (wrong) conclusion that it will mean Jason can’t leave the realm of the death after.

And so the Batfam + Constantine start planing to crash a wedding.

[rynbutt]

pierced. pt. 5 | spencer reid.

He was starting to fall for you. Hard. It made him wonder if you'd ever be safe being part of the dangerous life he led.

masterlist

cw: fem!reader, 18+ content (MDNI), smut (oral m!receiving, riding, unprotected sex - WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!) fluff, angst, mentions of a body (general criminal minds behaviour)

a/n: ehhehehehe

The soft rustle of sheets stirred his sleep.

Spencer kept his eyes shut as he was gently coaxed from sleep, his muscles more sore than he remembers them being last night. He let out a tired sigh, a yawn pulling from his mouth as he blinked his eyes open slowly, his eyes starting to adjust to the warm morning sunlight that pooled through the curtains. Spencer’s brain suddenly caught up, realising that this was not his room and these definitely weren’t his  sheets. 

A soft sigh caught his attention and Spencer turned his head to see your bare back, sheets pooled at your waist. Spencer’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at your smooth skin gently bathed in sunlight. It took a moment for the memories of last night to finally be released from the grips of sleep, but he remembered. Remembered the softness of your skin under his fingertips, the gentle kisses you planted along his neck and shoulder, the feeling of you wrapped around him; all of it. 

“Can I?” Your eyes were gentle as you glanced up at Spencer, your fingers resting on the buckle of his belt, waiting for his permission. Spencer’s head was spinning seeing you on your knees in front of him as he sat on your couch with you between his legs. You gently squeezed his knee, getting his attention. “Spence?”

Spencer’s face went hot, running his hands down and face then pushing them through his hair. The memories of your warm lips pressing kisses all over him sent him reeling. Spencer wasn’t exactly experienced when it came to sex and he was sure that with anyone else he would have freaked out and panicked. But with you, it felt warm and intimate, almost natural to him.

The moment you took the head of his cock in your mouth, Spencer’s mind went white, unable to form a single cohesive thought at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him. You reached up to intertwine your fingers with his, prompting him to use his other hand to guide you exactly where he wanted. You beamed at his nervousness, quickly pulling off of him with a quiet pop to lean up on your knees to kiss his lips softly, calming him down, “you’re doing so good, Spence.”

Spencer reached his hand out toward you, gently playing with the ends of your hair. You stirred at the feeling, eyes blinking open as you felt Spencer’s curious fingertips ghost over the skin of your back. You smiled softly, “G’morning, Spencer,” you greeted softly, your voice laced with sleep. Spencer’s hand suddenly retracted and you rolled over onto your back, glancing at Spencer’s sleepy face as he stared at you with intense affection.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you whispered back, reaching your hand out to cup his face.

Spencer was always confident in his ability to profile, to solve a case and help his team, but this was uncharted territory for him. The way you bobbed your head slowly, tucking your hair behind your ear as your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, gently squeezing him. He had never felt anything that was somehow both sinful yet intimate and affectionate. He gently held your hair back for you and it made you want to grin and squeal with delight at how adorable he was. 

The more involuntary noises he made, the faster you bobbed your head and gently sucked at the tip. Spencer grabbed your hand, squeezing softly as you quickened your pace, his groans like music to your ears, “I…I think I’m gonna-”

Spencer’s hand came to gently hold your wrist as your thumb stroked his cheek, “feeling okay, Spence?” you asked, wanting to make sure you didn’t turn his entire brain to mush last night.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I feel great,” he looked like he was trying to suppress a wide smile, the softness of your shared intimacy making his chest bloom with warmth. 

“That’s good,” you chuckled, moving some of his messy hair out of his face. “Do you have to work today?”

Spencer frowned, “yeah, I do. I would have liked to stay here with you though. Maybe get some lunch,” he said through a sigh.

“We have all the time in the world for that, Spence.”

As Spencer came down from the intense high of his orgasm, he suddenly became mortified, realising he finished inside your mouth without much of a warning, which he came to understand a warning was pretty vital in intimate situations.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry-” 

You laughed softly, wiping the collected drool off the corner of your mouth, “don’t be sorry, Spencer. I wanted to make you feel good… Did you? …Feel good?”

“I feel like that goes without saying,” he said with a tinge of sass. 

Spencer pulled his boxers and pants back up, scurrying around the room looking for his shirt and other sock. You caught his attention when you sat up in your bed, stretching your arms over your head, your shoulder and neck cracking quietly. Spencer’s eyes glanced down your body, over the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist. He really wishes he didn’t have to work today.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?” You teased, leaning against the headboard.

“Yes,” he replied like it was obvious.

You chuckled at his response, finally urging yourself to get out of bed. He watched your naked body saunter over to him, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck. Spencer’s hands instinctively held your waist, eyes dipping between the two of you to take in the perfect dips and swells of your body. He leaned down to plant a kiss to your lips, hands cupping your warm cheeks.

He pulled away, brows knitted together as thoughts swirled around.

“What’s going on in there?” You asked softly, your fingertips ghosting over his temple.

He sighed, “I don’t usually… do this kind of stuff.”

“What’s got you nervous?” You questioned, the gentleness of your eyes making him feel safe.

“I just, don’t want to lose… this,” Spencer whispered. “And I don’t want to just take you on one date, or think that I just want to have sex with you or-”

You kissed him gently, letting him sigh against you, “I don’t think any of that, Spence,” you reassured him, watching as he relaxed slightly under your soft gaze.

“...Do you want to come to Rossi’s dinner party with me next Friday?” Spencer suddenly asked. “As my date,” he clarified.

You grinned, “I’d love to.”

Spencer knew this was going to stay in his mind forever. He watched as your breasts bounced in front of him, one of his hands coming up to rub at your pierced nipple while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as you bounced on his cock. You let out soft moans as Spencer’s hips met yours, your hands wrapped around his shoulders, nails scraping against his skin. 

“You feel- so good,” he whined out, his breath hot against the column of your throat. You moaned softly, feeling the warmth bloom in your belly. You grabbed Spencer’s hand that was pinching at your nipple and trailed it down between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your neglected clit.

Spencer was a fast learner, you showed him what you wanted and he complied, rubbing small circles on the swollen bud. You let out a loud whine at the feeling, tipping your head back as Spencer kissed your shoulder, gently biting the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned quietly, your slick forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Spencer’s head was spinning as he tried to hold on for you, making you feel as good as you made him feel when you were on your knees in front of him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whined, bouncing faster and faster on his lap as you tipped over the edge, prompting Spencer to rub tighter circles on your sensitive clit.

“I’m gonna- again-” Spencer groaned against your shoulder, his arm around your waist tightening until you were pressed tight against his chest. You held his head and kissed him as he finished inside you, his hands gripping your hips as his own hips stuttered against you. 

Spencer was breathless as he panted against you, sweat forming a light sheen over his skin. Your thumb traced softly beneath his lashes, “you’re so pretty.”

Spencer walked into the bullpen with a slight airiness to him that did not go unnoticed. Spencer made himself a cup of coffee at the kitchenette, his second cup of the day after sharing one with you before he left. Morgan glanced at him sideways as he made his own coffee, noticing the slight confidence that Spencer never usually exuded.

“Fun night, pretty boy?” Morgan asked, stirring his coffee. 

“Was pretty normal,” Spencer lied, trying to remain inconspicuous, which proved to be rather difficult when mostly everyone he knew and worked with were profilers.

“Normal, hm? You just seem… very relaxed,” Morgan replied.

“Am I not always relaxed?” Spencer questioned, glancing at Morgan.

“The Reid I know is usually wound pretty tight,” Emily interjected, placing her empty mug in the sink. Spencer dropped his spoon on the counter.

“Am I being interrogated?” Spencer asked, eyes narrowing at the two of them.

Morgan and Emily pursed their lips, shaking their heads. Emily raised her hands in surrender, returning to her desk. 

Morgan took a sip from his coffee, “nice hickey.”

“Shit,” Spencer slapped a hand over his neck, pulling on the collar of his shirt to try and cover the evidence of his late night escapade. 

Morgan chuckled as he sipped his coffee, walking back toward the meeting room and finally releasing Spencer of his questioning, “Come on, lover boy. We got another case.”

Cases barely bothered Spencer so deeply. He was able to compartmentalise pretty well, treat every case as a case and not get emotionally involved. Sure, there were a handful of times when he got over-involved in some things, but he was rarely ever bothered. 

When he and Emily were assigned to visit the dump site of a body and begin a profile, he was fine until he saw the body. She was a young woman, mutilated and dumped by a river. The problem was, she looked like you. 

Spencer felt his heart thumping in his chest, he knew it wasn’t you, but she shared a lot of her features with you. And that deeply bothered him. Emily noticed Spencer’s behaviour the moment he hesitated getting any closer to the body. Spencer cared about you, he liked you a lot and had a deep desire to protect you, especially after the intimacy you shared the night before.

“You okay, Reid?” Emily asked from where she was crouched down by the woman’s body.

Spencer sighed quietly, “yeah. Yeah I’m fine.”

“Take a minute, I can handle this,” she replied. 

Spencer glanced at her, “No, I’m okay. She just-”

“-looks like Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

Emily sighed sympathetically, “go see her when we fly home. It’ll make you feel better.”

Spencer nodded, his lips forming a tight line. The other victims in the case didn’t look like you, just that one girl, he was able to bury the feeling for the rest of the case but he was antsy to get back to Virginia so he could see you.

You sat on your couch eating ramen you bought from a place you discovered recently, eyes glued to the TV as you watched a pretty terrible soap opera that you dare not turn off. You were far too invested in the ridiculousness of it to turn it off.

There was a sudden knock on your door. You turned the volume of the TV down, putting your ramen on the table in front of you. You walked over to your door, peering through the peephole. You were pleasantly surprised to see Spencer.

You opened the door, “Spence? I didn’t think you were back until-”

He suddenly crashed into you, your sentence falling flat as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his cheek against your hair. You hugged him back, hands gripping his shirt and holding him close. His sudden appearance made you nervous, wondering what prompted it.

“What’s going on, Spencer?” You asked quietly, pulling away from him to cup his cheek.

“I just needed to see you,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper. You frowned sympathetically, deducing it was probably his most recent case.

“You want to talk about it?” Your voice was gentle.

“Not right now,” Spencer said, “...Can we just stay like this?”

You nodded, “of course we can.”

Spencer spent the night holding you close, revelling in the feeling of your heart beat and the sound of your quiet breathing. He had just found someone who listened to him intently, liked the things he liked and liked him. He knew the fear was somewhat irrational, but the idea of losing you upset him, made him think irrationally, which was something that never happened to him. 

You stroked your hand through his hair, your warm fingertips soothing his nervousness and helping him calm down. He felt safe in your arms and it made him wonder if he deserved your kindness and your gentleness. 

Was it right for him to drag you into his dangerous life?

a/n: watch this become my whole personality

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[voidfxndoms]

Fluff prompts ❄

partial source: thief_queen on Wattpad

"You're breathtaking."

"I love it when you laugh."

"If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

"I never want to forget this moment."

"Here, take my jacket."

"Wanna bet?"

"I brought you dinner."

"Let me hold it for you."

"Here, let me help you."

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You're the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"I will never leave you."

"You have such a beautiful smile."

"Talk to me."

"I got you."

"You look really good in my shirt."

"Come back to bed."

"Hold me."

"I dreamed of you."

"Have I told you 'I love you' today?"

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"I missed you."

"Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?"

"You live in my head rent-free."

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say."

"You make me nervous."

"You make me feel safe."

"I trust you."

"You're so cute I could just kiss you right now!"

"Not to be dramatic, but... I would jump off a cliff for you."

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you."

"Did you just confess your feelings to me?"

"Will you stay the night?"

"You drive me mad."

"I love you so much it physically hurts."

"I will stop loving you when apples start growing on mango trees."

"So... are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

"All I can think of is you."

"Put your lips on mine."

"I can't be without you."

"Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me."

"How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?"

"You're my kryptonite."

"I can't say no to those eyes."

"You're so cute when you get angry."

"I will never get tired of you."

"I'd like my good morning kiss now, thank you very much"

"I'm proud of you."

"You remembered?"

[marvelouslizzie]

Like Someone I Know

summary: You decide to take a break from studying and go to a masked party but your casual hookup turns out to be your biggest rival, Bucky Barnes.

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: 18+, academic rivals, alcohol consumption, hidden identities, hookup, boob worship, semi-public sex, pet names, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.4K

A/N: @notafunkiller gave me "I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." and academic rivals as prompt and now here we are… I hope you enjoy this random story. Thanking Andreea also for the editing and for the name suggestion. She’s the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

This isn’t like you. You don’t find people attractive this easily, let alone hook up with them at a party, right after meeting them. It feels surreal… like you are having some kind of a fever dream. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol you consumed, but you don’t feel tipsy. So maybe not.

His hands roam on your body, hungrily discovering every inch. His lips are relentless, sucking and licking. It feels so damn good and it’s just so hard to resist. You deserve to let go sometimes. You work so hard, right? It’s okay to hook up with a handsome stranger. Well, you aren’t sure about the handsome part. Not when half of his face is covered by some kind of mask, but his piercing blue eyes tell you he might be the most handsome man you have ever seen. They also seem familiar somehow and you don’t know how that’s possible.

He stops kissing you, while his hands are still on your hips. He looks you in the eye, and it makes you shiver. You finally realize why he feels so familiar and it makes you uncomfortable. Those blue eyes… They remind you of Bucky Barnes. Why on earth would you find someone attractive because they look like him?

“Is everything alright?”

Even his voice… It sounds kinda like him. Not completely though. Bucky’s voice is usually harsher. He sounds like he’s trying to poison you with words. Especially when he makes fun of you after getting a better grade. God, you hate him so much.

“Yeah, yeah.” Your answer sounds so absent and not convincing at all.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just realized you look like someone I know.”

“Oh, darling…” God, the way he smiles! There’s no way this man can be ugly. That smile punches you in your stomach. “There’s no way you know me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I would remember a beauty like you.”

That makes you laugh. It sounds so cheesy. Plus he can’t even see half of your face. How could he even remember you?

“I mean it.” 

“I’m sure you used that line on girls before.” 

“I can’t say…” He stops for a second, trying to find the right words. “I do this often.”

“You mean hooking up with strangers at a party?”

“No.” His answer confuses you for a second. “Hooking up at all.”

Oh, that can’t be true. Those blue eyes can convince anyone to do anything. Maybe he’s just trying to make you feel special, and truth be told, it doesn’t matter. You don’t know him. 

“Why is that?”

His hands caress your hips gently. “Usually… I don’t let myself get distracted.”

“Sorry for distracting you, then.” 

Your playful answer makes him smile. He starts kissing your neck. His hands move on your ass, kneading while he keeps on kissing you. His lips move closer and closer to your cleavage. You know this is your last chance to say anything if you don’t wanna go further, but you can’t find the strength in yourself to stop him. His lips are soft and wet on your skin. Every kiss he lays on your skin makes you want more. You don’t know if you can stop him. 

Suddenly he grabs your tits, pushing them together while he buries his head between them. It makes you gasp, and he inhales your scent like he can’t get enough of it. 

“I want them in my mouth.”

He looks up, his eyes pleading for your consent.

“Can I?”

“Someone might come in any time.” You don’t wanna get caught like that. “They might see us.”

"I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." His response makes you smile. He sounds so desperate while still holding your tits. And like it isn’t enough, he starts to beg. “Please… Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You sound breathy, just because of the anticipation. You just want to enjoy this moment, not thinking about anything else.

He pushes down the straps. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra. He just frees your tits and starts sucking on your nipple. Your head is thrown back with sudden pleasure. His tongue dances around your nipple, making you squirm.

“God, you are so delicious.” 

He switches to your other nipple. He licks, bites, and sucks while you try to keep your voice down. It’s not easy. A couple of moans slip away. You are just glad this is a party and the music is loud enough to conceal any sound you make.

Suddenly he lets go of your nipple. The wet pop makes you bite your lip. 

“I really need to taste you.” You give him a confused look. Isn’t he already doing that? “Down there.” He quickly adds.

You don’t know what to say. You expected a quick fuck at best, that’s what the girls told you. Don’t have high expectations for hookups. They end pretty quickly and you might end up unsatisfied. But he’s proving you wrong every step of the way.

He keeps looking at you with a glow. God, his eyes are so freaking beautiful! Even if you didn’t want that, it would be so hard to say no. You finally nod, giving him permission.

“Thank you.” He quickly gets on his knees and hikes up your dress. 

He starts to kiss your thighs, then he brings his nose onto your clothed pussy and just inhales.

“You smell so freaking good, d-darling.”

The praise makes you shiver. Not just because you aren’t used to it, but he also sounds so much like Bucky when he says darling. He calls you doll in a way that makes you feel degraded. Like you’re nothing more than a beautiful doll. No brains. No talent. Just there to look pretty. But this time… It doesn’t make you feel small. It makes you feel like a goddess.

Your shivering doesn’t go unnoticed, though. He smiles like a devil, looking into your eyes. Then he grabs your underwear and just pushes it down. You feel unbelievably exposed. Your breasts are sticking out of your dress while your pussy is right in front of him. But the hunger on his face makes you feel better.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He licks his lips before diving in. He grabs one of your legs and hikes it up on his shoulder, creating more space for himself to work. 

He starts you eat you eagerly. His tongue moves smoothly between your folds and he sets a pace that makes it harder to shut your mouth. His tongue discovers every inch of you. Then suddenly he switches on sucking your clit, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus fucking christ!”

You feel him smile as he stops sucking for a second. His hands reach for your hips, steadying you while he goes back to sucking your clit. Once again your head is thrown back. You try to steady your breathing, but it doesn’t work. Your orgasm comes crashing in.

“Fuckk! I’m coming!” You don’t realize how loud you say it. You don’t realize how harshly you grab his hair and make him moan against your clit. Yet he doesn’t stop. Not until your shaking calms down.

The moment he’s sure you rode out every last bit of your orgasm, he moves away from you. When he looks up, he realizes your mask moved a little bit. Just enough to make him recognize who you are. His eyes are wide open, but you don’t notice any of it. You are still breathing heavily, trying to collect yourself.

He suddenly stands up and places his hands on the wall, caging you in. He looks like he wants to say something, but he can’t find the words. You assume it’s because of his unmet needs. So instead of questioning him, you move your hands to his pants. He watches you unbuckling and unzipping him. Then you look back at his face, silently asking for permission, and he nods.

You get rid of his pants and boxers with his help before he grabs his cock like he’s getting ready. Your words, though, stop him.

“We are not doing this without a condom.”

You don’t know what you expected, but you didn’t expect him to smile.

“Smart girl.”

The way he says that turns you on even more. The only problem is that he starts to sound more and more like Bucky. While you are trying to push away the thought of your biggest rival, he takes his wallet out and finds a condom.

“You don’t do this often, but you have a condom in your wallet.” You can’t help but point out.

“Every guy has one in their wallet. Just in case…” He responds while putting on the condom. “Doesn’t mean we think we’ll get lucky.”

“Well, you are certainly getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh, don’t I know it?”

He suddenly lifts you up against the wall. It’s so unexpected, yet it makes your blood rush. His lips find yours once again, but this time, it feels different. You don’t know what changed. You can’t put your finger on it. It was already passionate, hungry, and curious before, but this time… It’s just on another level. 

“Ready?” You know what he’s asking about.

“Yeah.” You find yourself nodding and he smiles.

“That eager, huh?” His voice is deep and full of impatience, but also some kind of belittlement. God, that Bucky really messed up with your head. 

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He gently pushes himself inside you, and you can’t help but moan out loud. A part of you feels embarrassed that you can’t seem to shut your mouth. You’re not used to this. It makes you feel exposed.

“Yes!” He sounds like he accomplished the most important thing in the world. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You don’t know what to say, all you can focus on is the way his words make you wetter and wetter. You feel like you are discovering a part of you that you didn’t know existed. Maybe all you need is to hear how good you are doing. Is it why you are working this hard to get the best grades possible?

He doesn’t let you question more about yourself when he finally starts to move. It feels so overwhelming that you forget about anything else.

“Oh god…” He moans right next to your ear as his fingers are gripping on your skin. “You are so wet, doll.” You freeze. What did he just say?

“Bucky?”

Your heart starts to race faster than before. You don’t know what you are feeling. Shock, fear, excitement… This might be your worst nightmare. Or your biggest dream. 

“I swear to god,” he starts to talk with haste, trying to explain himself before you get the wrong idea. “I didn’t know it was you. You have to believe me.” The fear in his voice is so audible. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him fearing something like this before. “After your first orgasm,your mask slipped a little.”

You suddenly feel relief washing over you. You felt so dumb for a second, thinking he might have tricked you. Knowing he’s afraid just like you helps a lot. He didn’t plan this. Maybe it's just a twist of fate. You reach for his mask and take it off without saying anything. There’s no need for it anymore. He smiles in response. You can see he wants to do the same, but he’s still carrying you, so you take off your own mask, too

 He looks into your eyes, trying to see if you are still okay with this. 

“Come on, big guy, move!”

His devilish grin returns. He bounces you on his arms, securing your position, and then starts to move again. His lips find yours, and you moan into his mouth. You can’t believe you are actually having sex with Bucky Barnes. You have had a couple of wet dreams about him, but you never thought it would turn into reality. You never thought he would be into you. He starts to lose control and move faster than before. 

“Oh shit!” You feel like you might come soon. “Faster. Please!”

“So needy.” He grips on your ass. You don’t know why but his words rub you the wrong way.

“Don’t belittle me.” You snap back, and it makes him stop. You frown, thinking he’s gonna get you off and leave you unsatisfied.

“I never belittle you.” He’s looking into your eyes. “I never meant to belittle you.”

“You are not?” You always thought he was. You thought he was trying to put you down, demotivate you. Even if he was saying something nice.

“Never, doll. You are the smartest person I have ever met.”

You never heard him say this before. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit it back then. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“And the prettiest girl.” 

You crash your lips onto his, kissing him like you can’t survive without it. You had no idea how much you wanted to hear something like this coming from him. He moans into your mouth while he starts to move again.

“I don’t think-” He sounds so pained. “I can- hold back any longer.”

You’re not so far away from reaching your climax. All you need is him moving just a bit harder, then you might be able to come with him.

“Please, come with me!” You don’t care how desperate it sounds. “I just need it a little harder.”

That breaks his defense. He starts to move so fast that it takes your breath away. After a couple of thrusts, your body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Bucky!” You can’t stay silent. “I’m- coming.”

“Come for me, doll. Make a mess.” His thrusts grow sloppier. You can see he’s losing control because of you. “So fucking pretty. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.” You are sure his grip on your ass will leave some bruises, but you don’t care. It feels so good. He makes you feel so good. “Oh fuck!” 

He looks so pretty while he’s coming. The way he moans… The way his eyes flutter with each thrust… You watch every detail while coming yourself, wanting to memorize it. 

Then he opens his eyes. His pretty blue eyes shine in a way that feels warm, cozy, and downright giddy.

“I can’t believe we really did that.” He’s still holding you. You wonder how that is even possible. You always thought he looked strong, but this is on another level.

“Now tell me,” You sound confident and satisfied. “For how long did you want to do that?”

He chuckles in a way that makes you feel needy all over again.

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

[angelltheninth]

Feeling angsty so could you do Spiderverse characters with the “Don’t you ever do that again!” prompt? Could be either side saying it.

Angst! Everyone could use more am I right?

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, worry, injury, superhero work, late night talks, fear of loss, soothing kisses, crying

A/N: We need to keep things nice and balanced between the fluff, smut and angst.

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Peter doesn't take as many risks as he used to before you were married. He still gives it his all, of course he does, but he's not reckless when he fights. There does tend to be an ocassion where he will act like that still, come home with injuries, a bloody nose and such but he tries to keep those to a minimum to not worry you. He faces your wrath for those before, and he would rather fight a hundread more enemies then make you sad, angry and scared for him.

Miles already knows to be careful when doing hero work but he is also a bit of a show off. He makes it a habit to visit you after and one night he shows up in a pretty bad state, unable to go home. You call his parents and make up an excuse that he fell asleep during movie night, all the while he's groaning with an ice pack on his ribs. While laughing about a joke he made his ribs hurt even more so you have to kiss him to make him stop, and to comfort yourself. While his injuries will heal he needs to promise to be more careful, one Spider-man already died in this universe, and your boyfriend won't be next.

Gwen lost someone imortant because she wasn't paying enough attention. You bet she gets pissed off when she sees you jumping head first into danger. But she doesn't just yell, she starts crying while patching up your injuries because she can't handle the thought of losing you. It ends with you being the one who is holding her in your lap, kissing her cheeks with bruised lips telling her how she's your inspiration for doing what you do, you don't regret it and a few injuries, big or small, won't stop you from being her best partner.

Miguel downplays his own injuries but goes off when he sees you put yourself in danger. He's a big guy, he heals pretty fast too but you, fully human and so damn hardheaded. How can he not tell you to take it easy from time to time. You laying in bed with a fever from a venom that you took instead of him. Venom, something that's already in his blood, reckless as hell. Every kiss that he gives you is like the last, his hands fast as they check you for injuries but really gentle, like you'll break in his hands.

Hobie hums a song while you patch his injuries trying to soothe you, his fingers tapping on the bed, foot moving along with his hums. Not a single note back? Why are you so upset? His life isn't in danger or anything, he' ll be fine. Or you can kiss it better, that's an option. Anything, just cry okay? He's proud of the work he's doing, risks are part of it, but its worth it to make a better, safer world for the two of you, and everyone else of course.

Pavitr has a hard time keeping his groans of pain to himself but he doesn't wanna worry you any more then he already has. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his side, whispering that he's gonna be okay eventually. Until then he will take it easy so don't yell at him again, he knows he should have been more careful but at times his body moves on his own without thinking. Kinda like when he kisses you, only more painful.

[etherealyoungk]

baby it's cold outside - choi seungcheol

pairing: husband!seungcheol x reader

warnings: established relationship, kissing, fluff, terms of endearment

wordcount: 795

a/n: i miss cheol :( also idk this didn't turn out how i imagined but i hope it's okay, it's still cute ig :')

with winter setting it, it had gotten cold, so so cold. the temperatures had plummeted and the air was crisp and chilly, enough to make your hands turn to ice and make you shiver. but you loved the winter, it had a way of slowing down the world, bringing a sense of coziness you craved. the early morning fog had started to set it, making it even colder.

you try to snuggle inside the thick blankets to warm up, snuggling into seungcheol's chest even more. you sigh in contentment when his arms instinctively wrap themselves around your body, holding you close and you fall back asleep into a peaceful slumber.

you're stirred awake by soft fleeting kisses being placed on your cheek, stirring you out of your slumber as your eyes softly flutter open. you gaze up to see seungcheol smiling down at you, his adorable dimple peeking out.

"it's early", you mumble, before wrapping your arms around him and shifting into the blankets even more.

"i have to get ready love", he cooes and you don't respond, closing your eyes as your head lays on his chest. "it's cold", is all you say and you hear him chuckle.

"are you going to let me go to work or no?", he asks. "no", you respond. "no?", he repeats and you can hear the amusement in his voice.

"i'm gonna be late", he adds after a few seconds. "then be late", you grumble out, not willing to move, too stubborn and too comfortable in the warmth to even think about moving and letting him go.

you groan slightly after a few seconds, giving in as you tell him the classic "five more minutes", as you close your eyes. his hand rubs soft circles on your back, which was doing more harm them good really, lulling you back to sleep. and you do fall back asleep because when you wake up, the sunshine has lit up the room and seungcheol isn't next to you anymore. you furrow your brows as you look around, sitting up ever so slightly as you notice his blazer is still hung up on the hanger, indicating he hadn't left yet.

he appears in the room a few seconds later, his hands busy with securing his tie. his eyes light up when they meet yours and he smiles. "good morning love", he says softly.

"you left me to freeze", you tell dramatically as you sit up straighter, a pout evident on your face, which only makes seungcheol laugh lovingly at you. "someone's grumpy today", he adds as he walks over to you and leans down, planting a kiss to the top of your head. "i'll see you later", he adds and you nod.

seungcheol puts on his blazer and steps out of the room. you can hear the shuffle of his feet as he puts on his shoes and you get up, opening the wadrobe and taking his coat out. "cheol wait!", you call out as you grab his coat and walk out of the room, your mismatched socks serving as protection against the cold tile floor. you show him the coat.

"baby it's cold outside, don't want my husband to freeze to death now i do", you tell as you help him put on the coat, running your hands on his shoulders as you straighten the coat, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"have a good day", you tell, meeting his eyes. you quickly glance at the clock to the left and back at him. "aren't you late?", you prompt. "and who's fault is that?", he asks, making you tilt your head, giving him a glare. "my meeting got postponed", he fills in as he softly caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

seungcheol is about to leave, you even hear the door open and you're in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea when you hear him call out for you and you see him waiting by the doorway, an arm leaning against the wall for support as he stands tall in front of you.

"aren't you forgetting something love?", he prompts and you furrow your brows. did you forget something?

"forget what?", you ask and he pouts his lips, making a kissy face. you shake your head at his silliness and walk forward till you're in front of him. you lean in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. you pull away but he leans forward, capturing your lips again, pulling you closer as he cups your cheek gently, kissing you sweetly.

"you're so silly", you mumble against his lips and he grins. "only for you", he says without missing a beat, the soft indentation of his dimple showing, making you smile as you kiss him again.

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[deadghosy]

Can u write more of hc enderman reader? like one of the resident of the hotel spilled water on them bc enderman hate water and it hurts them, like how would the others react to seeing enderman reader get hurt by water😅

ENDERMAN! READER GETTING HURT

prompt: reader accidentally gets splashed by water. No one knew what could harm you until now.

CHARLIE

Charlie had told you a pipe busted in the bathroom as you nodded sighing with a slight croak teleporting. Leaving a bit of purple pixels behind as Charlie.

I’m not gonna lie, you didn’t know the pipe bust was so ugly. You scrunched your face up as you grabbed your tool box and opened it so you could grab your wrench and other needed.

As you worked in the damn pipe, the pipe fully combusted as water spills all over your body making your eyes widen. A huge screech erupts from your mouth as you spazzed out teleporting from the water as the water in your skin sizzles. You grip your arm and mostly body as Charlie runs to the room to see you panicking with glowing purple eyes.

“[READER]?!” Charlie yells shocked and concerned for you as she sees your skin practically boiling. She rushes to you and grabs a towel to dry you off as you screech having your jaw unhinged as you look away from her.

After she dried you off, you had to change clothes and stop working for 2 days as you had bandages on your arms mostly.

You still looked badass it’s just you had a frown like pout as Charlie apologizes a million times about how she didn’t know you could get harmed by water like that. But you calmed her down saying she didn’t know

And now every water duty was now alastor’s duty.

VAGGIE

I feel like vaggie would try to give you water not knowing it could harm you.

Idk how to explain this but she felt your head as you don’t feel well and she wanted you to drink water to cool down your heat from your body.

So what did she do? She grabbed you some water hoping you would take it but you didn’t want to as you shook your head no.

VAGGIE got tired of you “being stubborn” as she shoved the water in your face like she pushed the glass of water to your chest making the water spill onto your lap as you screech teleporting with a spazz.

You were teleporting left and right as vaggie then noticed your lap bubbling as you screeched with an unhinged jaw. Vaggie cover her shocked with her hand as you teleported away at least.

Vaggie then goes to Charlie as she tells her girlfriend what happened with you and how you let out a piercing screech that broke her heart.

She left terrible to harming you, but Charlie comforted her and was saying how she can fix this

Charlie takes vaggie to the kitchen as sir Pentious was there making something for the egg boiz who are hungry. She tells Vaggie, “how about making some cookies? I remember seeing them happy at some cookies.” And Vaggie nodded a bit

Few minutes later, vaggie had grabbed the cookies with a smile face on it. The smile faces were kinda ugly but they had effort as she walks to your room and knock on it. You open the door having your blindfold on as you stare intensely at her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that water could harm you like that…I was being a pushy bitch wasn’t I?” She says awkwardly as you stand over her. It was a weird silence until she heard a deep chuckle

You laughed with a croak and nodded, taking the cookie. And everything went well after that

LUCIFER

For Lucifer, I feel like he would try to get you inside his duck boat because he just appreciates it as much as he appreciates you.

It all started one day when you were in the workshop with Lucifer as was making a captain and sailor boy duck when he remembered the duck boat you built for him.

“ENDY!” You jolted looking at your hyperactive friend as you stopped working on a box. Lucifer’s smile shows off his teeth as he had a pose that says “I HAVE AN IDEA!🤓☝🏾” Lucifer grabbed you by your broad shoulders and got close to your face.

“We should do a boat ride..like, like AN AMAZING ONE!” Lucifer was excited to hang out with you since you are his first friend that’s similar. You looks side to side as if you were in a cartoon and nodded for Lucifer to continue. He told you how cute and fun it would be to be in a boat ride with you as he just wants to hang out.

So imagine Lucifer picking up a 6’5 tall person who has a neutral face while the other has a gremlin happy face. He literally had a sailor hat on with a fit excited as he gets in the boat that’s ready to be sailed in the water. He waits for you as you just stand there shaking your head no.

“No.” You said flatly as Lucifer just sits there like. “What….” Lucifer was shocked as he raised a brow confused

It’s so cartoony as Lucifer is trying to drag you in the boat while you screech with an angry face “>:(“ LOL A SHORT ASS MAN AND A TALLER ONE FIGHTING😭🦆

Although Lucifer is stronger than you since you are quite just a creature and he is the king of hell. He pulls you but too hard as you fell in the water screeching in pain as your mouth unhinged. You literally start tweaking as you twitch before teleporting out the water and shaking.

Lucifer’s eyes widen as he immediately runs to see your body bubbling as you grip the ground in pain as you screech in pain still. Lucifer actually gets concerned as he uses his hand that has fire in it to warm you quickly as you are in pain.

After you dried off…it was an awkward moment as Lucifer had a sorry look, like a puppy that had just been kicked as he looks down ashamed at how you got hurt because of him. You looked at him through your blind fold and wrap your arm around his smaller figure close to yours.

His eyes widen as he feels your slight cold body as he still looks down. “I’m sorry for hurting you…”

“I’m okay..thanks to you.” You said as you teleported both of you and Lucifer back to the hotel so you can heal.

ALASTOR

You were walking with Alastor for a stroll when a sinner had poured out water from their window.

Alastor had asked you to do a stroll with him as you were working all day fixing things around the building. You didn’t want to at first but Alastor assured you he wanted you to be by him as he literally grabbed you by your lanky yet muscular arm and dragged you along the streets of pentagram city.

“Tell me my fellow specimen, do you like jazz?” He says as he smiles at you waiting for your answer. You thought about it as you remembered a person named “Steve” playing jazz once….it was quite catchy. So you nodded as Alastor nods with a hum.

As you guys walk a sinner had seen you by the radio demon and wanted to be a asshat as they grabbed some water and aimed steady seeing you and Alastor close to the window.

With the sinner having the balls to pour water, they poured it on you. Missing Alastor completely as he jolts shocked to see you covered in water. Immediately when the water hit your skin, you screech loudly gaining attention as a static ring in the sinner’s ears as your eyes glow purple.

You teleport and start to take blocks and piece of the house angrily as you were in pain. But the pain was so much in your skin you passed out before you could harm the sinner.

Alastor’s shadow catches your body with a frown as it takes you to the hotel while Alastor had worry in his eyes with his smile still there.

Alastor looks up at the sinner’s window with radio dials for eyes as the sinner cowardly hid from the sight of the radio demon but Alastor smiles sinisterly and walked ahead.

Alastor had hoped you were in your room regaining your strength.

It was the next day as you woke up feeling better as purple pixels surround your body as you see Alastor in your room watch tv. You sigh grabbing your working clothes ready to iron them and go in with your day.

You just stood there as the person’s house was on fire and on the news next day while you were ironing your clothes. Literally your face was like “:0” as Alastor sips his tea with a evil smile.

ANGEL DUST

I feel like for Angel, he would bring you to a club because you told him you never been to a club before. And some asshole poured water on you thinking you are ignoring them because they liked you.

You were walking to your room as your hair was disheveled from working as you were tired, accidentally bumping into angel who was on his phone. “Hey watch where you’re goin'…” you grumbled at him as you kept walking only for angel to grab your wrist concerned as you would usually screech when he pissed you off or even annoy you.

“Hey…somethin wrong buddy?” Angel says as you turn to face him. He sees your tired form and he puts his hand on your cheek. No fever. “Hmmm…” angel hums as you stand there not wanting to deal with his bullshit as you almost teleported away.

“Wait. How about you hang out with me? Maybe you could see what’s fun other than slavin' away and being tired all day babe.” You thought about it but then nod as you followed after the spider demon who smiles grabbing your hand.

As you guys go to a club Angel is dancing has he has a shot in his hand while you just stand there awkwardly staring at your formal friend who seemed to be having the time of his life. Angel sees you not dancing and pouts grabbing your hands and making you have a dance with him as you have your hands on his waist as you let out a soft croak confused

Angel and you had fun as you smiled for once and Angel smiled seeing you happy. You guys were thirsty so Angel had asked if you wanted anything. You paused and said probably [anything but water] and Angel nodded and left.

As Angel left, you start to think about how you didn’t feel icky and less motivated tonight as you had fun with Angel dust. It felt like you needed this. You need fun. And this is the best night of your life.

A female sinner had been staring at you from afar, liking your dark handsome body as she licks her lips and goes over to you. “Heyyy~” the demon says as she tries to look seductive to you. You didn’t even hear the lady as you couldn’t even hear shit from the blasting music.

The demon lady got mad a few seconds later, not hearing you say anything back and assuming you are just being a rude person not wanting to be talked to.

“JERK!” The female demon throws the water in your making you back away as it splashes you on your face. You screech gaining Angel’s attention as he sees the female sinner snickering walking away as he runs to you concerned seeing your face bubbling.

Angel panicked either comforting the damn bitch, or comforting you. He sucked in his breath and ran after the bitch who poured water on you…..

You can imagine how the fight went as the next thing that happened was Angel grumbling helping you stand up as he enters the club again. “Up you go bud…” Angel says as he walks limping a bit by your body mass against his.

You guys get back home safely as angel patches up your face a bit and lays you on your bed as you groan. Purple pixels surround your body as a static sound softly vibrates around the room. Angel sighs tired realizing how much he partied with you.

Later that night, Angel was beside your sleeping body as it heals with purple pixels surrounding your face. Angel sighs with slight concern as he snuggles against your body. Using your arm as his pillow.

HUSK

Kinda like Angel’s, a person spilled water on you because they a hater fr and they can’t help but be jealous 🤓🦆.

So what I have in mind is that there are residents in the hotel after the battle with the Angels, and like so you being the handyman you are. You were trying to fix the shower for a resident who had a drug problem.

Like you were just sitting at the bar when you get a notification from room 102 that there is an error with the shower head. You said bye to husk as he nodded staring at you with dilated eyes before his eyes went back to slits as he cleans glasses.

As you rolled up your sleeves ready to get down and dirty for your job, you had an uneasy feelings seeing how you heard pacing steps back and forth. You knocked on the door for it to only open to see a sinner who seems to be slightly uncomfortable.

They let you in as their head twitched a bit as you just stand there with a broken English sound, “hello.” You walked into the bathroom and started to see the shower head. It looked a bit sideways as you walked around the bathroom.

The sinner gets more nervous as you sit your tool box on the sink. Almost by their medicine bottle which made them tweak out at you.

The drug addict started to yell at you, accusing of you spying on them as they grip their hair and push you out of their bathroom. They even threw the pill bottle at you as you were just shocked seeing them spazz out at you like a bipolar disorder.

Husk must’ve heard some sounds of the yelling and you letting a Enderman sound as the cat demon grumble going up stairs concerned got you.

The next thing husk sees, was you getting thrown with water as his eyes widen with yours as you screech out loud holding your bubbling arm you used to cover your face.

Husk immediately rushed to you as he tries to dry it off only for you to let out soft groans in pain. Husk turns to the sinner angrily as a slight cat growl erupts from his throat seeing you hurt.

“Get the fuck out of here before I shove my foot up your ass…” Husk says as it seemed like he wasn’t joking as he pulled out his cards and gripped his fists.

The sinner jolted as they ran off with a scoff glaring at you and leaving the hotel for good.

After the sinner left for good, husk grabs an aid kit that’s in every room of the hotel and wraps your arm as you sigh confused by what you could’ve done to the person…..“Am I ugly?” You asked husk who scoffed

“You’re anything but that pal…cmon get up. You still got a place to chill at.” Husk says helping you up as you both go to the bar to chill.

PENTIOUS

He was trying to show you a weapon he that had water in it…

Like one day you were fixing a clock because you wanted to know the time, but Pentious wanted your attention as he grabbed your waist and took you to his room to show you his new weapon he was gushing over about.

You didn’t understand what was happening as you let out a slight croak with your face being like “😐”

As you got dragged to his room his egg boiz surrounded you liking your tall frame as Frank climbed to your head. You patted the pure egg as sir Pentious slithers through his room and runs through it to find the weapon.

Pentious explained how the egg boiz wanted a bigger water gun, so he gave them one. You could tell he was confused between real gun and a toy water gun as you stood there and nodded with a thumbs up.

He pulled out the gun which seemed to be some type of ray gun, but in a colorful summer way as you just tap it not knowing what else to think of it as frank hops off your back.

“Issssn’t it pretty?” Pentious says happily as he spins the ray around. “With my brains I didn’t think of anything else bu-”

Before he could even say anything else, he knocked into the button that activates the ray having the water hit you in the middle of your chest as your eyes widen at the burning sensation.

“SCREEEECHHH” you let out a painful scream as Pentious’s eyes widen with his egg boiz as they surround you worried about you.

Pentious sees you holding your chest as he unbuttoned your shirt to see a painful bubbling spot of where the water weapon had hit you.

He gasped as he immediately got up and yelled for Charlie to come help you as the egg boiz kept you company

Tbh I can imagine a funny moment after this of Enderman! Reader sitting up still having a blank face having wrapping around their chest as pentious sniffles with teary puppy eyes.

“It’s okay…..” you said in a quiet broke English voice as it was raspy as well. You patted his head as your chest had the wrapping bandage on it. Sir Pentious wraps his tail around your waist as he snuggles up to you

NIFFTY

She was dust cleaning and accidentally knocked a cup of water on you. Like you were basically relaxing after a hard day of working.

You was by the bar and so was she dusting away with her wide smile. She said hi to you as you nodded acknowledging her presence as you just sat relaxing.

As you sat there, she accidentally knocked over a glass of water or so and it splashed all over your hand which made you jolt with a screeech. Husk looks over to see you hissing at the burn your skin got as she get an aid kit for you. This made husk not phased a little as nifty moves away from you ashamed that she harmed you.

After husk had fixed your hand a bit, you had to go to your room to recover as it is was build by you to help you heal better. It is filled with some blocks where you are from so you could heal better.

As you stayed in your room, nifty sniffled sad that you left to your room thinking you were mad at her

She went to Charlie or Alastor and asked for advice as she didn’t know what to do next as she couldn’t just walk in on you trying to heal.

So she went to both and they both gave her a different response, “Maybe you should apologize and give them a get better card?” “Hmm…I’m not good at these kinda things.”

So nifty got to work as you slept off the pain in your hand as you didn’t know what was happening down stairs.

At the end of the day, nifty made you a get better card as you picked it up with your bandaged hand with a soft gaze of your purple eyes. You let out a soft Enderman croak as you pinned it to your wall

[spiteless-xo]

31 with gojo!

what's this? me working on a request from...... august??? say it isn't so 💀

sorry this is short! i'm trying to get back into things

masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 31. “I could watch you ride me all day."

ft. gojo/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex, cum eating), explicit language. 1,215 words.

"Getting tired?"

"No."

Your breathless response has Gojo grinning from beneath you, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips as you bounce up and down on his lap.

"You sure?" he drawls, smirking up at you.

You frown, brows crinkling together as you press your palms against the smooth, hard muscles on his chest. "I'm -- I'm sure."

His smirk slips into a lazy grin, head tipping backward to rest against the pillows with a slow sigh. You watch his bright blue eyes trail from your face to your bouncing breasts, before slipping to where your two bodies meet.

"Good," he hums, "because I could watch you ride me all day."

"We don't have all day," you remind him, pressing more of your weight into his chest as you bounce on his cock. "Hurry up and cum already."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he teases, but you feel his grip on your hips tighten as he helps guide your movements.

"Satoru," you hiss, but the bite in your tone is negated by the soft whimper you make when his hips snap up to meet yours.

"You're so sexy when you're mean to me," he says. It's almost infuriating how calm and level his voice is as your hands ball into tight fists on his chest, your body curling forward into him as he keeps hitting you right there. "I love it when you tell me what to do."

"Faster."

"Oh yeah?"

You clench your eyes shut tightly and bite down on your lower lip to try to muffle yourself as Gojo's hands shift to your ass. He squeezes you hard, slamming you down onto his cock and filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Like this?" he asks, his voice a low grumble against your ear when you curl completely forward into his chest.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering and whining and just letting him guide your body while you lay on top of him. You can hardly breathe each time he fills you, his cock pushing against the tight, wet walls of your cunt as you squeeze around him.

He laughs, removing one hand from your ass only to return it with a swift slap! The skin burns against his palm and he doesn't even give you the courtesy of a soothing rub before he pulls his hand back and does it again.

"Why's this always happen, huh?" he asks, pressing his nose against your cheek. "You're supposed to be riding me, but I'm doing all the work."

You hear the slight waver in his voice when he speaks, filling you with the burn of desire as you realize he's close. He's trying to hide it from you, but you can tell.

Pressing your palms against the pillow on either side of his head, you lift yourself up to look down at the man below you and he looks even more wrecked than he sounds -- pink flushed cheeks, dreamy eyes -- you swell with a sense of victory.

"Satoru," you moan, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, letting your mouth fall open.

You watch his brows twitch up, eyes tracing across your face as his tongue runs across his lower lip. "Yeah, baby?"

You start throwing your hips back against his, meeting each of thrusts and you watch him choke on air -- his brows creasing in the centre as he throws his head back in pleasure. Gojo's mouth falls open in a soft moan and his throat bobs softly as he swallows.

"Fuck," he says, fingers digging harder into your skin. "Just like that."

His chest heaves with each breath and you can see beads of sweat forming along his hairline, clinging to the white strands of hair as he shifts his head back to face you. Gojo blinks up at you, his bright blue eyes growing dark in arousal as he grits his teeth.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, and you just nod encouragingly.

You watch his face as his breathing grows shallow, the blunt nails on his fingers digging into your skin as his pace grows hurried -- sloppy.

"Cum for me, Satoru," you whisper, waiting to lean forward until you see his eyes roll back, capturing his lips with your own to swallow back his moans.

His strong hands hold you firmly against his hips as his cock twitches inside of you, spilling his hot cum against the walls of your pussy while you suck on his tongue. Gojo's hands slide up your back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and holding you close against his body.

You only pull away once you feel his body relax beneath you, resting your elbows down on the bed as you brush the hair from his eyes. He's still breathing hard and holding you tight, but the tender gesture has him blinking up at you with soft, adoring eyes.

Your heart swells, but this time from love as you feel your heart beat against his chest. You love moments like this -- just the two of you together, tangled in one another and breathing each other's air.

From his hairline, you trail your fingers down the side of his face and along his jaw, settling there as you brush his cheek with your thumb. You've never been more in love with him than here in this moment.

And then he ruins it by speaking.

"Not your best work," he says, and you roll your eyes with a groan. You try to pull away from him, but his hold on you is firm. "You really gotta work on your stamina."

"Let go of me," you protest, but you only half-heartedly tug against his hold. "We have to go, Satoru. We're already late."

"Did you cum?"

"No, but --"

"Woah! You gotta cum."

You squeal in delight as he rolls you over onto your back, pressing you into the mattress with his weight as he looks down at you. "I'm not going to leave you unsatisfied," he says, frowning.

"We're already late, we don't have time for this," you repeat, but he's already slipping his now-softening cock from inside you and trailing kisses down your neck. You can feel his warm cum spilling from inside of you and the sensation has you shivering in arousal.

"We're already late," he repeats, "so what's a few more minutes?"

"Minutes?" you scoff, but your hands are already tangling in the soft locks of his hair, guiding him down your torso as he kisses along your sternum. "You think you can get me off that quickly?"

"I know I can," he says, eyes flicking up to your face as he sinks his teeth into the skin on your stomach. "Unlike you, I'm good at sex."

You have half a mind to kick him off of you, but he's already hooking your leg over his shoulder and trailing his hot, wet mouth against your inner thigh.

"That's rich, coming from the guy who came first," you tease, but your breath catches in your throat when you feel his lips press against the crease of your thigh.

"Me?" he gasps in mock outrage, breathing warm air against your clit as he moves to press his lips against your other thigh. "But you have no proof."

And before you can respond, you feel his tongue lapping at the mess between your thighs.

[tinyluvs]

Soft Reid NSFW headcanons? PLEASE !!

your wish is my command, tysm! *mdni!!*

he loves boobs, making you lay down so he can flop down on top of you, using them as pillows, big hands cupping them through your top, thumb stroking against the side gently

he's a fiend for your pretty lingerie, rubbing his fingers over lace and embroidered flowers, eyes widening when you gasp at the friction over your nipples

it escalates most times, his hands slipping under your top to inch it up until cold air is causing your nipples to perk up just before he's pressing gentle kisses there and when your hands find their way into his hair, he starts to suck and pinch

you whine for him to touch you more, just anywhere and he's all, "i know honey, i'm getting there," while pressing kisses over your ribcage, hips and tummy

he will eat you out for hours. laying between your legs, letting you pull at his hair, just making you come over and over again while his fingers stroke up and down the backs of your shaky thighs

he ruts against the bed, whining and huffing to himself, muffled by your wet cunt, almost edging himself over and over again but never giving in

your mouth around his cock? he's a mess, "fuck, baby, wait" when you're trying to swallow him down in one, "honey, please" when your tongue is tracing up the vein on the underside

he's so gentle though, raking his fingers from your hairline and backwards, keeping your hair off of your face while you suck him

a tad harsher when you don't listen to his warning, "i'm gonna come, no," he's tugging on your hair pulling you off until the tip is just between your lips, "shit, please, wanna come in you" he's all whiny, eyes pleading until you pull off of him

he's a sucker for missionary, wanting to be able to see your face when he pushes into you, stretching you around him. wants to be able to look down to where your joined to see how wet you're getting him

did i mention he whines? face hidden against your neck, whining and panting, raspy and light, breath fanning against your skin

praise !!!! "feels so good angel," "you're so good for me, doing so well, i love you so much" "look at you, my sweet girl"

he knows when you need to come, watching your chest, tits, rise and fall faster, feels your thighs practically vibrating against his hips, huffs when you tighten around him

"i know angel, hold it for me," his lips press against your forehead, "i'm so close, you're doing so, so well"

he kisses you when you both come, it's messy while you whimper into his mouth and he grunts into yours, kissing you all the way through it

he keeps kissing you after, letting it get slower and slower, your bottom lip slipping between his as you tap out. he repeatedly mumbles about how much he loves you while you're brain kicks back into gear

cockwarming is always guaranteed, he turns you both slowly until you're on top of him, head lolled against his shoulder while he strokes gentle patterns all over your back

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

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[steddieas-shegoes]

never gonna give you up

for @steddiemicrofic "fake" prompt that needed to include the words: and, around, desert, down, give, gonna, let, never, run, up, you

1987 words | rated e | no cw | tags: modern au, flirting, bisexual steve harrington, handjobs, some platonic stobin, ridiculous and unserious

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"This might be the first time someone's deserted me in the middle of a date," Steve said into the phone.

"You aren't counting that one time Sarah left during the movie?" Robin asked.

"She had a family emergency!" Steve exclaimed.

"Right, and I'm definitely going on a date with a dude later."

"You're saying she didn't have a family emergency?"

Steve remembered that date, remembered how she'd even had tears in her eyes when she said her mom called and she had to run home.

"You're gonna unpack that all night, aren't you?" Robin sighed on the other end. "Steve, just go home. Take a week off from trying to get into some poor woman's pants. Leave some of them for me to get into. I beg you."

"What makes you think they'd come running to you?" Steve looked over at a guy standing at the counter of the diner, clearly trying to pick up his order. From the back, he seemed tall, but that could be the black skinny jeans and boots combo.

"Let me talk to them for one minute and I'll have them convinced."

The guy turned as the woman behind the counter walked to the kitchen, his eyes settling on Steve talking on his cell phone at the table in the corner. It's not like there were many people here on a Monday night, nothing else to look at but Steve awkwardly sitting by himself with two glasses on the table.

The guy started to walk over, and Steve recognized him immediately.

"Gotta go, Robs."

"What? How are you done wallowing already?"

He hung up before she could continue, putting his phone face down on the table.

"Well, well, well. Never thought I'd see the day where Steve Harrington shows back up in Hawkins."

Eddie Munson didn't know shit about Steve, never really had. He thought he did, just like everyone else in high school, but the gossip that followed him around never had much truth to it. He really only had two girlfriends for most of high school, and only one of them was serious enough for him to sleep with.

The sleeping around came after his move to Chicago, when he was constantly surrounded by women who would give him all the attention he wanted.

"Never really thought I'd be back," he said with a genuine smile. Kill them with kindness or whatever his grandmother used to say.

It seemed to throw Eddie off at least, his mouth opening and closing around whatever rebuttal he planned.

"So why are you here? Visiting the parents?" Eddie crossed his arms, leaned his hip against the edge of the table.

"Nah, came to visit Dustin Henderson. Staying for a few more days and thought it would be nice to take someone out. I guess she didn't agree," Steve shrugged.

Eddie glanced down at the empty spot across from him, the glass on the table with half of the drink missing. He looked back at Steve's face.

He sat down across from him and smirked.

"So. Come here often, sunshine?"

Steve snorted, shaking his head as he looked up at Eddie.

"Not as often as I would if I was coming to see you," Steve replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Eddie clearly wasn't expecting him to flirt back. He recovered quickly, though.

"I suppose we could fix that, then, huh?"

Steve looked him up and down, taking in the messy bun his curly hair was pulled into, the pen mark on his cheek, tattoos up and down his arm.

"I suppose we could."

Waking up in Eddie Munson's bed was definitely not what he expected when he arrived in Hawkins two days ago, but stranger things had happened.

He opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and Eddie's warm body pressed against his back.

Neither of them had gotten dressed after their shower last night, too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and cum from hours of making each other come undone.

Steve let himself have this. Eddie would kick him out when he woke up, kindly of course, but he'd make it clear to Steve that this was a one night thing. No matter how good it was, Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew Eddie would never actually be interested in a guy like him.

"Mmm. Stop thinkin' s' loud," Eddie's lips brushed against the back of Steve's neck in a half-kiss, sending a shiver down his spine. "'s too early."

Steve smiled to himself, let Eddie's arms tighten around him and hold him close for a bit longer.

"I should probably head back to the Henderson's. Claudia will be worried if I'm not there for lunch," Steve said quietly.

"Just text Dustin, tell him your date went well."

Steve shouldn't get his hopes up. It's not like he was gonna do long distance, and even if he would be willing, there was no way Eddie would.

"I can't lie to him," Steve felt his heart flip flop in his chest at the admission.

Eddie's head lifted and his breath hit the side of Steve's face instead of his shoulder. "Did it not go well? I thought it- well, I thought it went great, actually."

Steve turned in Eddie's arms, facing him, placing his hands on his chest. "It did go well! It did."

"Okay, then…"

"It's just this wasn't exactly a date, was it? You just felt bad for me, probably wanted to see if the rumors were true."

"What rumors?"

"You know. The ones about me sleeping around, being good with my mouth." Steve's eyes searched Eddie's, looking for any hint of recognition. When none came, he continued. "How I let anyone fuck me on the first date?"

Eddie's brows furrowed. "Is that what people say about you?"

"You don't have to act dumb, Eddie. Some of it's true."

Eddie's hands were rubbing up and down his back, making goosebumps appear on his skin. "You are good with your mouth. That one’s true. The rest though? I never believed any of that shit.”

“Really? Why not?”

Eddie’s hand traced along Steve’s only tattoo, a robin placed just under his collarbone. “Because I never gave much thought to rumors. Lord knows most of the ones about me weren’t true.”

Steve thought about all the rumors he’d heard about Eddie in high school.

Back then, he may have believed some of them, but he had firsthand experience with things getting out of hand.

“You can think what you want, but I brought you back here because I genuinely enjoyed talking to you at the diner. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wanted to get rid of you. Trust me. I’m not really a one and done guy,” Eddie’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. “If you’re in a rush to go, I can’t stop you. But I think staying in bed with you all morning sounds pretty fuckin’ good.”

Steve’s breath hitched, his heart kicked up in his chest. “You know, I’ve actually never bottomed before last night.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Never?”

Steve shook his head. “Never found anyone I could trust to be gentle.”

“Was I gentle enough? Shit, you should’ve told me. I used spit as lube, Steve! That couldn’t have been comfortable.” Eddie pulled away a few inches, mumbling to himself in a panic.

“Eddie.” Steve tried to get his attention back on him. “Eds.”

Steve shifted forward, his front pressing against Eddie’s, his half-hard cock finding friction against Eddie’s thigh.

They both groaned as Steve rocked against him again.

“Everything was perfect, Eds. Only thing that would make it better is if I get to watch you come again right now," Steve said against his lips, pushing his hips forward so their cocks brushed against each other.

"Fuck, keep doing that and you'll get your wish, sweetheart."

He was sensitive, worked up from the hot breath against his mouth, the tongue brushing against his bottom lip. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd been this wrapped up in someone, this attentive to the sounds they made, this focused on making sure they both felt good.

The friction was enough on its own to get Steve to the edge, and if Eddie's moans were anything to go off of, he was right there with him.

Steve never felt safe enough to be loud, not until he had Eddie begging him to make noise.

"C'mon, Stevie. Wanna hear how good you feel. Sounds so good when you can't hold it back," Eddie's hand gripped his hip, tugging him closer. They were both leaking precum, dripping down each other's lengths and losing track of where one of them ended and the other began.

Steve couldn't hold it back, didn't want to anyway. Letting Eddie hear how good he felt was a need.

"You gonna come with me, sweetheart?" Eddie gasped out as he wrapped his hand around both of them, slowing his hips to focus on moving his hand, finding the perfect angle and pace to get them both over the edge.

Steve bit his lip and nodded, barely holding back a whimper as Eddie's grip tightened around them.

"Come for me, Stevie."

Eddie's voice had a direct link to Steve's cock, maybe through the hand wrapped around him. Steve came with a shout, curling forward so his forehead fell against Eddie's shoulder.

He was overstimulated, fighting the urge to buck into his hand and pull away at the same time.

Steve pulled his head back to watch as Eddie groaned, cum hitting both of their stomachs as he worked himself through his orgasm.

They both lay there in silence, Eddie's grip loose around them as they both softened. They'd need to clean up before the cum dried in Steve's chest hairs and made them sticky, but moving seemed like an impossible task.

"You live in Chicago now?" Eddie asked suddenly, making Steve jump. He rubbed his cleaner hand on his back in silent apology.

"Yeah," Steve breathed out. "With Robin Buckley. From band?"

"I know Robin. She used to come to my shows before she moved."

"Small world."

Eddie snorted. "Just Hawkins." Eddie sat up, pulling Steve with him. "You know, the guys in my band have been considering moving to Chicago. Think it's a good place for a metal band?"

Steve searched his face for any clues as to what he was really asking. Certainly he didn't expect Steve to know if a metal band would feel at home somewhere.

"I…guess?" Steve answered.

"I'll just text Robin," Eddie wiped his hand on the sheets and reached over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Wait. You keep in touch with Robin?" Steve felt like he was being pranked.

"Not as much as I should, but yeah. We caught up last time she visited her parents." Eddie typed on his phone for a moment, then looked up at Steve with a smirk. "Problem with that?"

"No, I'm just kinda shocked she's never really mentioned it." Steve stood up with shaking legs. "I should probably grab a shower and go."

"You normally a runner?" Eddie asked, amused.

"No? Why do you ask?"

"It's just the second time you've been rushing to leave. Thought I told you I wanted you here."

Steve knew what he wanted, and he knew it was too much, too fast, too ridiculous for Eddie to even consider it.

But maybe, if he played his cards right, maybe he could have Eddie for more than today.

"Shower with me?" Steve settled on, pouting his bottom lip out.

"And then?" Eddie pushed.

Steve didn't know what to do, but he knew what he wanted.

"And then we'll go back to the diner and actually eat something together." Eddie nodded, encouraging him to continue. "And then you give me your number."

"For?"

"Planning our next date."

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Baby’s Gotta Gun (Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it. WK: 1.3k

Warnings: Gun play, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, reader is a lil unhinged, switch!Rafe, switch!reader, a lil fluff dashed in. Porn/no plot. 18+MNDI!

This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game, feel free to click the link and come play!!🤍

“Tell me, tell me who owns this fucking cock.” You run the tip of his pistol over his plush split slick lips while you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it. The sound of your wet cunt and hips slapping together echoing through the room.

“You - fuckin’ shit - you do baby, you own my cock.” Rafe’s eyes roll back when you start to rotate your hips, his large hands grip onto the fat of your ass while you ride him like a fucking succubus.

“Didn’t I tell you to fucking look at me while I take what’s mine, huh?” You move the gun to his head, shoving it against his temple as your free hand grips onto his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together until he opens his eyes. “You look those other girls in the eyes while you fuck them or do you just get it in and move on? Because when you fuck me you take your time, tell me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to you but then you’re buried in the next hoe you see.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know - oh fuuuck - you know you’re my girl.” Rafe feels like he’s about to fucking bust any second. Your pace doesn’t falter for a moment, fucking yourself on his cock like you’re trying to drain him of every drop of cum in his body. Driven by pure jealousy and rage.

“Yeah? You’re always fucking saying that, Cameron. But then shit like this happens. I show up to your party, that you invited me to and there’s some bitch on your lap with her tongue down your throat the minute I get here?” You run the barrel of the gun down the side of his face as you chuckle darkly, using your grip on his jaw to shake his head side to side. “If you don’t want anything serious why are you always buying me shit? Scaring off every dude that talks to me? Telling everyone I belong to you while you’re out fucking around?”

“It’s just… baby, shit, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna fucking blow my load any second.” Rafe hates to admit that your possessive jealousy is only turning him on more. The crazy look in your eyes, the way you’re fucking him like you own him, while you hold his gun. It’s really fucking doing it for him.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Rafe. I’m not done with you. Answer my god damn question.” You slow your pace a bit as you take his face in both of your hands, the grip you still have on the pistol causing it to press against the side of his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m all yours from now on, alright? I fuckin’ mean it. I was just scared, baby. You’re too perfect for me. Knew if I made you mine for real I’d have to marry you someday.” He’s not even sure why he said that, it’s not like he hasn’t subconsciously thought about it before. You were perfect in every way before but this possessive display just makes him want you even more.

“HA! Thirty minutes ago you were dry humping some girl you’ve never talked to and now you’re talking marriage? Be so fucking for real, Rafe.” You bring the gun to his temple again, leaning in so your lips are brushing the shell of his ear. “If you were a real man you would’ve made it official a fucking year ago.”

That was the final straw for him. If you didn’t wanna believe him he would fucking show you how serious he was. He grips onto the gun, easily ripping it from your hand while his other arm wraps around your waist, using his hold on you to flip you on your back. He hovers over you, turning the tables on you by pressing the gun against the side of your head.

“Will you just shut the fuck up for a second. You’re my girl, aight? My girl.”

“I’ve heard that like a million times, pretty boy, doesn’t mean shit to me. You really think I’m gonna just-“ your words are cut short when he slips the gun between your lips.

“I said stop talking, I fucking mean it every time I say it. And you’re right. I was being a pussy bitch. But now I’m gonna show you who you belong to, who I belong too.” He pulls the barrel out of your mouth slightly before slipping it back between your lips. “Suck.”

You roll your eyes, leaving your lips open. He grips onto his cock, slamming it into your wet pussy in one swift motion, starting up at the brutal pace. “I” Thrust. “Said” Thrust. “Fucking suck.”

Your eyes roll back, this time in pleasure, as your wrap your lips around the cool metal, swirling your tongue.

“Hey” His large hand slaps your cheek lightly. “Fucking look at me while I take what’s mine.”

Your eyes fly open and you're met with his intense ocean blue stare as he fucks you hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips. “Yeah, there’s my fucking girl.”

He pulls the gun from your mouth, pushing himself up on his knees, his thrusts never faltering. He smirks down at you before bringing the spit slick barrel to your clit, circling it in time with his cock pounding into you.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” You cry out as you cum, your walls pulsing around him.

“Yeah that’s it, fuckin’ cum for me, that’s my girl. Say it, say you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl, daddy, I’m your girl.” You babble and Rafe smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you now that you’re back to calling him his rightful title.

“And I’m yours baby, got it? Always been yours. Always thought about you. Always felt shitty and just wanted to see you after I fucked around with anyone else.” He feels his high start to build, tossing the gun to the side before he leans down, covering your body with his. He laces his fingers with yours and captures your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss, that completely contradicted the way he was fucking you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I’ll kill any bitch that tries to touch you.” You practically growl, burying your face into his neck so you can suck on his skin, marking him as yours.

“That’s so fucking hot - shiiiit, baby girl, I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill my pretty little pussy up.” You bite down onto his shoulder as your long manicured nails scratch down his back, marking him up even further and it sends him over the edge. His hips still against yours as his cock twitches inside you, painting your walls with his cum. “Yeah, that’s a fuckin’ good girl, take my fuckin’ cum.”

Rafe rolls off of you, panting as he falls to his side. He pulls you into him and you lay your head on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his peck.

“Did you mean all of that?” You ask nervously, afraid to look at him.

“Babe, look at me.” He cradles your face in his hand urging you to look up at him. When your eyes meet his, he smiles softly. “You’re my girl, okay? And I’m yours. No more games. No more bitches. Just you and me, aight?”

“Yeah, alright. That sounds nice, daddy.” He leans down, kissing you passionately as he weaves his fingers through your hair.

“Plus, I’ll kill any guy that even breathes your air.”

“Yeah? Well I’ll kill any bitch that even thinks about you.” He chuckles, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. After this? He kinda believes you. But he doesn’t mind, because he would kill for you anyday.