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Caught in the Undertow [Chapter Two]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Original Female Character

[You can find the full summary and chapter list for this series here]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains fluff, angst, domestic violence, depression, PTSD, smut

Word Count: 6.9k

a/n: Slowly posting one of my angsty Matt Murdock x OFC stories over to tumblr to see if there is interest. The first eighteen chapters are already written and this story is almost finished. Feel free to leave feedback so I know how interested y'all are in more of this one! You can find the entire list of chapters for this series here.

I slumped back on my couch, readjusting the glasses on my face as I rolled my head onto the backrest. Blinking repeatedly up at my ceiling, trying to refocus myself, I massaged my temples with both hands. My head was killing me and my eyes were aching and blurry from staring at the monitor of my laptop for hours on end culling photos. I was certain they were bloodshot with how bad they were burning.

With a deep groan, I lowered my head, my eyes darting to the time in the corner of my screen. It was almost three-thirty in the morning. Grunting tiredly, I pulled my glasses off with one hand, aggressively rubbing my eyes with the other.

I knew I should go to sleep, knew that my body needed it, but I didn't want to lay in bed awake. Dark, anxious thoughts had been creeping into my mind all night and turning up my music and focusing on culling photos had been a welcome respite from them.

Lightly slapping my cheeks, I forced my attention back to my work, turning the music up a bit louder as I did. I was so close to finishing the memory card I was working through before I’d paused, trying to keep certain thoughts from my mind, and I just wanted to finish it.

Until I came upon a set of photos of the bride's sister.

She had been the matron of honor at this wedding; a boisterous, sweet blonde woman who had given a beautiful toast to the newlyweds at the reception. She was newly married herself, to the man standing next to her in the photo I was currently staring at.

She had also been just over seven months pregnant. She had been glowing despite how nervous I remembered her telling me she was about being so close to her due date at her sister's wedding.

And I remembered crying in a bathroom stall halfway through that day just trying to keep myself professional and together.

It wasn't that I'd necessarily wanted a child that had me suddenly breathing hard on my couch staring at her baby bump. It was what had happened after I'd found out I'd accidentally gotten pregnant the one time I was dumb and let Justin talk me into not being safe, even though I knew and had told him that I'd been so stressed with work that I'd been taking my birth control too sporadically not to use a condom. Of course he’d talked me out of being responsible–because I had been an idiot whenever it came to him.

My eyes flew to the dark floor of my kitchen, lingering on the space between the small circular table and the large island.

Blood. There had been so much blood that night.

"Look what you did! What you made me do!"

I was suddenly sinking to the floor in the small space between the couch and my coffee table, my legs tucked up to my chest, my arms wrapped so tight around them it hurt. I was gasping frantically for air, my forehead resting on my knees as my entire body trembled violently.

"You can't have this kid, Emily. I will never love it, never love any part of it that's mine."

Tears stung wet tracks down my cheeks as I sobbed, rocking lightly back and forth. A terrible rasping noise filled my ears.

"I will kill myself if you have this baby. You can't, Emily."

It was the sound coming out of my throat, I realized. I was making that awful strangled wheezing. The ache in my chest burned and the knot in my stomach kept twisting tighter and tighter. My head felt light, too light, as I struggled to breathe. My hands crept up to my neck, nails biting into my own skin, trying to claw it open so I could just breathe .

And that's when I heard it, the sound that haunted me awake or asleep. Rapid beats. A small heartbeat. It echoed in my ears, drowning out the sound of my own sobs.

I curled into myself in the small space on the floor between the two pieces of furniture. My head rested on the plush rug beneath me, my tears soaking the material.

I rode out the rest of my panic attack lying there alone, as I had often done over the past few months. Eventually I fell asleep curled in a tight ball, feeling too tired and broken to move.

°•°•°•°•°•°

"How are things with you and Karen?" I asked Ezra curiously as we walked to Josie’s, my sundress lightly swaying around my thighs in the cool breeze. "You ask her out yet?"

"I was…trying to work up the courage to do it tonight," he admitted nervously. His eyes darted to me, an anxious look on his face. "You think it's a good idea? Or is it too soon? Should I wait longer?" he asked in a rush. "I just don't want to scare her off."

"Calm down," I told him, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "I think it's a good idea. You should. The way she’s always blushing and giggling around you, I’d be surprised if she turned you down."

He relaxed a bit as we walked, his hands finding their way into his jean pockets. "What about you and Matt? You ever going to tell him?"

I bit my lip, shrugging lightly. "We've always just been friends. I don't…want to ruin that. I don't even think he sees me that way. And I just…" my mouth twisted as I felt that familiar gnawing pain in me, "I think he deserves better."

Ezra glanced over his shoulder at me, a sad look on his face that had my stomach churning. "You're not broken, Em," he told me softly. "You know that right?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back a flood of emotions as I nodded slowly. "Yeah, sure," I said off-handedly, rubbing quickly at my eyes. The bar came into view and I straightened, squaring my shoulders. "Let's just have fun tonight, alright? I don't…don't want to think about any of that."

Ezra nodded, stepping ahead to hold the door to Josie’s open for me, dramatically waving me through with his hand as he dipped into a bow at his waist. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at how much of an unabashed dork my brother was. I loved him all the more for it.

He followed me to the bar counter, and this time I refrained from leaning against it as Josie herself headed towards us.

"Keep it up," she told me, "and I might think you're a regular again."

I grinned, pulling a few bills from my purse. "Does that mean I'd finally get to have a tab?"

"No," she replied instantly.

Ezra rested his elbow along the counter, leaning in just a bit towards Josie. She eyed him suspiciously and I immediately bit my lip, trying to fight back the laugh.

"Aww come on, not even for me?" he said, trying to lay on the charm.

Josie snorted, slapping her hands hard on the counter. "No chance, pretty boy."

Ezra balked as a bark of a laugh left me at her words. Josie turned her attention back to me, expectantly waiting for our drink order.

"I'll take my usual," I told her, snickering as I added, "but maybe get the pretty boy something fruity."

Josie grinned, nodding as she walked off to get our drinks. I placed cash on the bar and turned to Ezra. He was glaring at me but I could see the faint smile under his expression.

Across the room, just over his shoulder, I spotted Foggy, Marci, Karen, and Matt sitting at the same table as last time. Though this time they'd added two more chairs that were currently vacant. Marci caught my eye, waving excitedly when she did. I smiled, shooting her a wave before holding up one finger and gesturing to the bar.

I turned back around in time to see Josie place two bottles of beer on the counter before scooping up the cash. She shot me a conspiratorial wink before she headed off to serve another man farther down. My eyes immediately landed on the beer with something that used to resemble an orange on top of the bottle. I grinned wide, snatching the beer without it.

"Guess she found something fruity for you, pretty boy ," I teased.

Ezra grabbed the bottle, rolling his eyes at me, before we both made our way towards the table our friends were at. Of course Ezra took the seat beside Foggy, leaving the one conveniently by Matt for me. He shot me a look and mouthed the word 'karma.'

"I'm glad you both made it out tonight!" Karen said, immediately drawing Ezra's attention. "I wasn't sure you would."

I grit my teeth, nervously sliding into the chair beside Matt. I wasn't sure if things were still weird between us after my last night at Josie’s. I wanted to talk to him but I was hoping to do it in person tonight. I just needed to find a chance to do it.

"Yeah I didn't work tonight and I have a late start to my wedding tomorrow," I told Karen. “Figured I’d come out again.”

"What the hell is that ?" Marci cut in.

She was making a face as Ezra pulled the orange slice from his beer. It looked withered and yellowed.

"That," I said, pointing at the sad slice of fruit, "is a prime example of what happens when you ask Josie for a fruity drink."

Marci and Karen winced but I saw Foggy grin. Beside me Matt chuckled lightly, the noise making my heart flutter. When I chanced a look at him, he was already staring back at me with a smile on his face. I spotted a new cut just below his dark glasses. I noticed he was still in his dress clothes from work, just like everyone else at the table except for Ezra and I. His dark tie was slightly undone though and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. My eyes momentarily lingered on his muscular forearms and the dark hair along them.

"Hey, Em," he greeted me, his tone light.

I swallowed hard, my eyes darting back up to his face. I smiled nervously, crossing my ankles under the table.

"Hey, Matt," I muttered back.

Judging by the smile on his face, he wasn't mad at me anymore. But I still felt like I needed to talk to him.

Matt returned his attention to everyone at the table, but it took my brain a moment to focus on the conversation. It was partly due to my terrible night's sleep on the floor last night, but also due to the confusing rush of feelings I usually felt around Matt.

"We settle it at pool!" Foggy suddenly burst out at Ezra.

"I accept your challenge," Ezra playfully called back, rising to his feet. "And I pick Karen for my team."

Karen giggled as Ezra headed over towards her, draping a confident arm over her shoulder. Foggy whined and immediately turned his eyes on Matt.

"Alright, I pick Matt," he called out.

Matt shook his head, raising his beer bottle to his lips. "I might sit this one out, buddy. Why don't you play with your girlfriend?"

"Yeah Foggy Bear, why don't you?" Marci asked, her voice sultry and intentionally meaning something else.

Matt grimaced beside me. "Not what I meant," his deep voice said.

I laughed as Foggy got up, trying to shit talk Ezra and Karen as they made their way to the open pool table.

I slid out of my chair, grabbing my beer from the table. The moment my hand touched the bottle, Matt's hand was suddenly grabbing for me; his hand was so large it engulfed my wrist. My eyes flew to his face, my heart abruptly beating a little quicker.

"Can we talk?" he asked me gently, releasing my wrist.

I took a drink of my beer, trying to wet my suddenly very dry mouth. "Yeah," I answered after I swallowed the alcohol down.

"Maybe outside?" he asked hopefully. "I could use some fresh air."

"Uh, yeah sure," I said. "I can bring our drinks over by the others?"

He smiled, holding out his drink towards me. I took it from him, my fingers brushing briefly against his. Internally I scolded myself for acting like this; I normally wasn’t such a hormonal teenager around Matt.

"Thanks," he mumbled. He gestured towards the door as he grabbed his cane. "Meet you outside?"

"Yeah," I said, sounding too breathless for my liking.

As Matt turned to head outside, I headed towards the pool table. Beside our friends was a table they had already commandeered with their drinks and I set mine and Matt's beers on it before turning and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Foggy called out loudly.

I stopped abruptly, spinning quickly on my heel and feeling like I was doing a fine impression of a deer in the headlights.

"Just…stepping outside for some fresh air?" I said hesitantly. "With Matt?"

I saw Marci waggle her eyebrows beside Foggy and my cheeks flushed with heat. Fresh air sounded real good right now.

"We'll be back in a minute," I said quickly, turning back around again and heading for the door.

"Take your time!" Ezra called loudly after me like an ass.

I flipped him the bird before opening the door to Josie’s and stepping outside. Immediately it somehow felt cooler than inside despite it being mid June. I saw Matt leaning against the bar window, his cane tapping almost nervously in front of him. The red glow from the neon sign on the window above washed him in a dark red.

I wrung my hands nervously in front of myself as I approached him. His head suddenly turned towards me and I saw him smile faintly in my direction.

"Hey," I said awkwardly.

I leant up against the window beside him, the cold chill of it refreshing against my back as I chewed my lip nervously. He had stopped tapping his cane and was instead awkwardly spinning it between both of his hands. My eyes locked onto his hands, transfixed by their movement.

"I'm sorry."

My brow furrowed, my eyes darting up to Matt's face as he looked back at me wearing a matching quizzical expression on his own face. We had both just blurted an apology at the same time, but I couldn't fathom what he needed to apologize for. Judging by the look on his face, he was feeling the same.

"Wait," I asked him, "what are you sorry about? I'm the one who disappeared for months and then hurt your feelings when I came back."

Matt removed his glasses, shaking his head as he ran his forearm across his eyes. "No, I was an ass," he told me. "I shouldn't have pushed you to talk. It's not my place."

"You're right though," I told him softly. "I did used to tell you everything. I just…I'm not ready to talk about this yet, Matty."

He nodded, his eyes focusing along my chin. "I understand and I respect that," he replied. "I just…just care about you, Em. And you disappeared on us…on me, and when you came back you were clearly upset. I just wanted to help. I wanted to fix whatever it was for you, but that’s not…not my place." He took a hesitant step towards me. "Can we just…just go back to being friends again? Forget about whatever weird thing that was the other night?"

I winced slightly as the word 'friend' left his mouth, but that was what we had always been.

"Yeah, Matty," I told him, smiling a little. "I'd like that."

He swung his arms open wide, a hopeful look on his face that was so cute I couldn't help the growing grin on my mouth.

"Hug on it?" he asked.

I immediately stepped into his arms, wrapping mine around his waist and resting my head against his chest. His arms wrapped tight around my shoulders, his head suddenly burying into the space beside my neck.

He smelled good, like clean laundry and a faint, earthy scent. My eyes drifted closed, inhaling the smell of him and feeling my body relax against his. He was warm, and somehow he seemed more muscular than I remembered.

"I missed you, Matty," I admitted into the fabric of his dress shirt.

"I missed you, too, Em," he mumbled back.

His warm breath as he spoke brushed along the skin of my neck. Goosebumps rose along my arms and a faint shiver ran up my spine. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed being held by him until I'd gone so long without hugging him.

"If you ever want to talk," Matt told me gently, "if you're ever ready to, you know I'm always here, Em. And I never judge you."

"I know," I whispered back, giving him a light squeeze. "I've always appreciated that."

Matt removed his arms from around me and I reluctantly released him, stepping back a step to look up at him.

"Should we go see who's winning at that game?" Matt asked, placing his glasses back onto his face.

I snorted at his question. "Obviously Ez and Karen are," I told him. "Marci isn't that great."

Matt chuckled as I grabbed his hand, placing it in the crook of my arm as I lead him back into the bar. The music playing hit my ears as we stepped back inside and I felt Matt lean in beside me.

"You're one to talk," he whispered, his mouth suddenly by my ear as we walked. "You're the worst one out of all of us."

I forced myself to remember that we were just friends, despite what his mouth beside my ear was making me feel. I swallowed hard, another shiver running up my spine as my heart stuttered in my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt's head shift slightly towards me, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he somehow just knew .

"And I accept that fact," I told him lightly.

"You're back!" Foggy called out, his voice breaking the moment. "Just in time to watch me lose horribly. No thanks to you, Matt!"

Matt's head quickly turned towards Foggy as he released my elbow and shot him an affronted look. "Me? What did I do?"

"You didn't join my team!"

"Hey!" Marci shot back, offended.

"Digging your own grave there, Nelson," I warned him as I grabbed my beer from the table. "Might want to be careful."

"The lady has a point," Matt said, picking up his own beer and taking a drink.

Matt casually tossed his arm over my shoulder and my cheeks burned at the unexpected contact. He was more handsy than usual with me tonight and I wasn’t sure why. I quickly tried to hide my nerves, raising my beer to my lips and finishing it off.

"I'm going to grab a refill," I announced to the group.

I set the empty bottle down, slipping out from under Matt's arm as I did. Then I turned, my focus set on Josie wiping down the corner of the bar.

"Wait," Matt said, catching my attention before I walked off.

I halted, watching as he downed his beer and set the empty bottle down beside mine before he reached out, grabbing my elbow and sending my heart racing with the smile he shot me.

"I'll join you," he told me.

A little shocked at him following after me again, I led him back to the bar with me. I was surprised yet again when I saw him take a seat, apparently intending to stay here with me for longer than just grabbing a drink. I sat down on the bar stool beside him feeling more nervous now as I grabbed Josie’s attention. She spotted us and made her way over, rolling her eyes when Matt smiled charmingly at her.

Her eyes immediately snapped towards me, a faux grim expression on her face. "Trading one pretty boy for another?" she asked me.

Before I could even make a comment about Ezra being my brother, Matt was already laying it on thick with his cocky attitude.

"Aww, Josie, you think I'm pretty?" he joked, smart enough to keep his extremities off of the sticky bar.

Josie grunted in response. "Your charm may work on the pretty girls, Murdock, but I only care about your money," she shot back.

"Now how would I know if they're pretty?" he asked, brows rising behind his glasses.

She shrugged in answer. "Beats me. But a pretty girl walks in here, she's sure as shit always walking out with you."

My face fell at her words, not wanting to hear about Matt's "perpetual bachelorhood" from Josie. Her eyes landed back on me and I forced a smile.

"Jack and Coke," I told her, feeling the need for something stronger suddenly.

Matt glanced at me, hesitating a moment as he frowned, before he turned to Josie again and ordered another beer, telling her to put my drink on his tab.

"Sure," I called after Josie, " he gets to have a tab."

"You okay?" Matt asked me, his gaze focused on the bar in front of me. "I mean, in general. You don't usually break into whiskey unless you're upset."

"You know me too well, Murdock," I huffed out.

His hand landed on my right knee, just below the hemline of my sundress. My eyes dropped down to it, feeling like the skin under his hand was drastically increasing in temperature. His thumb very briefly swiped across my skin, a gentle, absent-mindedly affectionate stroke. Heat rose to my cheeks; he'd never touched me like that before. His touches had always remained quite strictly friendly. But this felt…different.

Josie appeared abruptly, loudly placing down Matt's beer and my glass on the bar. I swallowed thickly, grabbing the glass with my left hand and quickly drinking down half of it as Josie wandered off again. When I set the glass back down, his hand was still on my knee as he picked up the beer in his right hand, taking a drink himself.

I exhaled shakily, cautiously testing the boundary he'd crossed as I slid my slightly trembling hand closer to his. My fingertips just barely grazed the back of his palm, but he still didn't remove his hand. He did shift though; his body turning on the bar stool towards me. I looked up towards him from under my lashes, feeling my breath hitch when his lips pulled back into the most heart-melting smile I'd ever seen.

"Dude, why are you using your pickup move on Emily?" Foggy asked as he sidled up to the bar on the other side of Matt, waving Josie down.

Matt's hand abruptly left my knee, leaving my fingers reaching for nothing. The air felt suddenly colder at the absence of his warm palm.

"What?" Matt snapped at him.

Foggy vaguely gestured a hand towards us as he spoke, his attention still more focused on catching Josie’s. "The thing you do. The hand on the knee at the bar, smiling all handsome devil-like. Buying the girl a drink." He shot Matt a look quickly, shaking his head before brushing it off as Josie stopped in front of him. "It's weird, man."

"I don't have a thing ," Matt shot back over his shoulder at Foggy.

My heart sank into my stomach; Matt must have been drinking a lot tonight before we had shown up. That would explain some of his unusual handsy-ness this evening. But it stung that he was using some played out move he does on every girl–a move even Foggy recognized–with it successfully riling me up. It hurt that he would do that like I was some cheap lay.

Mood soured and with a deep frown on my face, I grabbed my glass and downed the drink, slamming it rough enough on the counter to catch both of their attention.

"I think I've had enough for one night," I told them sharply, sliding off the stool. "I'll see you later."

"But you haven't been here that long?" Foggy called after me.

I headed towards the pool table, ignoring the silent argument that had started between the two men behind me and said goodbye to everyone. Ezra was knowingly glaring at Matt the entire time, clearly aware he’d had something to do with my early departure.

"Leave it," I warned him.

I saw Marci and Karen exchange curious looks before I turned and headed towards the exit. Once outside, I headed straight for Ezra's apartment, fighting the stinging burn of tears behind my eyes as I hugged my arms tight across my chest, feeling insecure and cheap .

"Emily!"

My eyes snapped shut as Matt called my name down the sidewalk. My jaw tightened as I stopped walking, hearing the sound of his footsteps and his cane rapidly nearing on the pavement.

"Hey, I don't know what the hell Foggy was talking about," Matt said in a rush. "I wasn't using some move on you–"

"Stop Matt," I ordered. I exhaled sharply, my eyes opening and taking in the distraught sight of him in front of me. "Let's just chalk whatever that was up to you drinking too much tonight. I'll pretend it didn't happen."

"Emily, no–"

"But I would appreciate ," I continued, talking over him, "if you didn't pull some stupid pickup on me in the future. I'm your friend Matt, not some easy fuck you can buy a drink and flash your charming smile at."

He shook his head roughly at my words, his face falling. "That's not…that's not what that was," he urged.

"No, Foggy was right," I told him, hurt coming through my words as I spoke. "I've seen you use that move countless times on countless women. It's your thing ." I shook my head quickly. "Just go back to Josie’s, Matt. Grab a cab. Go home. Drink some water and sleep it off." I stepped around him and continued towards Ezra's. "We can forget this happened, too."

As I walked the brief few minutes back to Ez's, a few tears slipped down my face. I roughly wiped them away, hoping I could truly find a way to forget it had happened.

Because I wanted it–wanted Matt in that way–and I had for years now. I’d thought about it often despite being with Justin. Wondering what it would be like with him , someone who’d always been so sweet and understanding, compassionate and caring. So many things Justin had never been. So many things I’d never managed to find in a man.

But I wanted more than one night with him, and I wanted more than just his body. And I certainly wouldn't torture myself with a one night fling or a series of meaningless fucks. Not with Matt.

°•°•°•°•°•°

An incessant buzzing noise woke me and I groaned, my face buried in the back of the leather couch. I pulled the blanket up higher over me, covering my ears and trying to drown out the noise. And then I realized it was the sound of my phone vibrating on the coffee table beside me.

I groaned again, tiredly rolling onto my back. The room spun for a brief moment and I held a hand to my forehead, waiting for it to settle. Carefully I sat upright on the couch, my arm darting forward to snatch the offending object from the table and shut it up. But then my eyes noticed the name across the screen: Justin Finch.

The phone fell from my hands, and I watched as it landed by my feet. The screen suddenly went dark as the call went to my voicemail. A mix of emotions swam through me–anger, fear, sadness, hurt.

The knot in my stomach twisted tighter and the ache in my chest began to thunder dangerously against my ribcage. I opened my mouth, a sound coming out like a mangled whine before I clapped my hands over it, silencing myself. My phone lit back up, making a single buzz of vibration to let me know he’d left a voicemail. Tears burned behind my eyes and I kicked my phone halfway across the room, no longer wanting to even look at it.

I grabbed the blanket from off of me and instantly tiptoed to the front door, hesitating a moment in front of it as my eyes darted to the time on the stove. I stepped back, heading into the kitchen and raiding Ezra’s fridge for the bottles of water I’d brought with me earlier this evening. I grabbed two before heading back to the front door and unlocking it, slipping out of the apartment and away from Ezra’s rhythmic snoring. I turned to the right, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders the best I could while toting two bottles of water before I headed up to the roof.

Rubbing the back of my hand roughly across my eyes, I sat down on the roof, sniffling. I placed one of the bottles of water beside me before cracking open the other, taking a long drink and enjoying the cold trickle down my throat. I secured the cap back on, setting the bottle beside me, before I settled further into the blanket. The wind was whipping around more wildly tonight than it had the night I’d been up here a week ago. Sighing, I laid down on the roof, pulling the blanket around me like a cocoon, and stared up at the starless sky. For everything that was great about the city, I always wished there was less light pollution so I could see more than the occasional planes flying past at night.

My mind inevitably drifted to the phone call that had woken me up, annoyed that he’d tried to reach out to me again. We had broken up four months ago, during the events of that night , and he had left me alone entirely the first two months of the break up. But now, over these past two months, he’d called a few times, leaving voicemails that ranged from long winded, rambling apologies, to angry rants blaming me for everything that had happened between us. A few times he’d left me what amounted to pages of text messages; usually they’d start out as him apologizing profusely before he would call me horrible names. A couple of times they were messages where he threatened his own life. I’d told him a few times to leave me alone, and I had desperately wanted to block his number, but I was afraid that would only push him to show up on my doorstep, blindsiding me entirely.

“Don’t you have somewhere more comfortable to sleep than on a rooftop?” a familiar deep voice asked. “Or did your brother finally lock you out of his apartment?”

A moment later, Daredevil was standing above me, a faint amused grin on his mouth. Despite the reason I’d first come up here, and the hurt I had felt over whatever had happened with Matt, I found myself smiling faintly up at the masked vigilante.

“Yes and no,” I answered his questions. “I just needed to step out for a bit. Clear my head.”

His mouth twisted at my words as he kneeled down to a crouch beside me. “At almost three in the morning?”

I huffed noisily, my eyes returning to the night sky above me. “Well I had been asleep, which is honestly surprising for me, but then my ex called.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw his body tense, his mouth thinning at my words. He sat down fully beside me, turning his body so his legs were in line with mine as he stared up at the sky.

“Has he been doing that often?” he asked, voice low.

“More often than he should be,” I muttered. “I’d rather he left me alone.”

His head turned towards me, tilting to the side as he watched me. “You want some help with that?”

My eyes shifted towards him. Was he offering to bash my ex in? Because the offer was tempting, but it was probably one I shouldn’t take.

“I’ll uh…let you know if I do,” I told him quietly.

I reached over beside me, grabbing the unopened bottle of cold water and turned, handing it out towards him. I saw his mouth twitch, his head dipping slightly to the side as one of his hands reached out. His gloved fingers grazed the backs of my fingers for a moment before they caught on the cold plastic. Briefly I remembered how he’d taken them off last week, the act now seeming quite…intimate, almost, before I had cried all over his suit.

“What’s this?” he asked lightly.

I raised a brow at him, my eyes narrowing slightly at the question. “Water? It’s hot out, probably more so in that suit that you run around in. Figured you’d be thirsty.” I watched as he lifted it up towards his face as if he was examining it, his mouth slightly parted. “I didn’t poison it, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I told him.

His head turned back towards me, a slow smile spreading over his lips as he stared back. I crossed my arms, feeling a little uncomfortable under the red glare of his mask.

“What?” I asked him when he kept staring.

“You came up here with two bottles of water?” he asked me curiously. “Were you out here waiting for me?”

I rolled my eyes, my attention turning towards my feet. “More like testing a theory. And also just trying to be nice to the only member of Hell’s Kitchen’s neighborhood crime watch.”

He chuckled lightly, cracking open the bottle before bringing it to his mouth. I turned, watching as he guzzled the bottle in a matter of seconds. When he was finished, he wiped his moist lips with the back of his arm. I found myself unable to look away from his mouth.

“Thanks,” he said, setting the empty bottle down beside him. “I don’t…generally have people think of me like that.”

“Don’t need you passing out on me from heat exhaustion,” I muttered back.

He huffed out a light laugh before laying back beside me on the roof, throwing his arms behind his head. I turned, taking in the sight of him relaxed beside me. He was easily a well built man, even if the muscle definitely was harder to see in this suit. And from this angle, with him laying beside me, something he’d never done before, I decided his jaw was beautiful as well. My fingers twitched at my sides, wondering what the stubble along his chin would feel like along them.

“So what was the theory?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, taken off guard from my intense oogling of him.

His head turned, the dark red eyes staring unblinkingly back at me. The right corner of his lips quirked up. “You said you had a theory, that’s why you brought two water bottles with you,” he said. “What was it? I’m curious.”

“Oh,” I said, my head turning so I was looking back up at the night sky; out of the corner of my eye I saw him do the same. “Just that you purposefully look for me.”

His laugh was loud, a sound I didn’t often hear from him. It made me smile in return.

“You say that,” he said, his tone very clearly amused, “as if there’s a ton of women crazy enough to sit alone on rooftops in the early morning hours in Hell’s Kitchen.”

I snorted at his words. “And here I thought you sought me out because I was special,” I joked.

His head turned back towards me, the movement causing mine to turn in towards his. He was still smiling wide as he said, “You are.”

I bit my lip, trying to fight back the smile on my face. My heart was doing little stutters in my chest, everything else in my life entirely forgotten in his presence like usual.

“I can assure you,” he continued, his voice soft, “you’re the only person in Hell’s Kitchen I run into remotely as much as I have over the years. And certainly the only one I enjoy running into repeatedly.”

I rolled onto my side, facing him. He suddenly became very rigid as he laid there, staring back at me. My tongue darted along my lips as my eyes were drawn down to the shape of his. The only other mouth I’d ever found myself fantasizing over besides Matt’s was Daredevil’s. There had been many nights I’d thought about his mouth, wondering what it would feel like, taste like. Unlike Matt, Daredevil had often flirted quite openly with me, but he’d never done more than that, and having been committed in my relationship–even during the break up periods–I had never tried anything with him. Never even seriously considered the idea, even if some lonely nights I’d imagined doing many, many things with him. But right now, sitting up here on this roof, staring down at him, all I wanted was to kiss him.

Tentatively I reached a hand out, hovering it momentarily over his face before letting it gently rest along the uncovered part of his cheek and jaw. I could feel my heart hammering all the way up in my throat.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“Haven’t you…” I began, a little flustered that he wasn’t quite catching on. “I mean, in all this time we’ve run into each other…all the flirting we’ve done back and forth. You haven’t…wanted to do something more?” I asked nervously. “I mean…you’ve…you’ve never thought about kissing me?”

He sat up abruptly, my hand falling from his face as he moved. Hurt, I drew it back into my lap.

“That’s not a good idea,” he said quickly.

My mouth opened and closed repeatedly a few times, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Wh….why?” I eventually managed to ask him.

He was sitting with his back pin straight, his face turned away from me. His jaw was clenched tight as his hands opened and closed into fists at his sides.

“You don’t know me,” he answered. “Like you said before, you don’t even know my name. Or my face.”

“What does… any of that have to do with kissing you?” I asked him, frustration in my voice.

“Because you don’t know who I am!” he snapped back, his tone briefly causing me to jump in surprise.

I swallowed hard, quickly recovering from the outburst. “Look, I’m a big girl,” I told him. “If you don’t want to kiss me, and this was all just some fun late night flirting for you all these years, just fucking say so. Don’t make up bullshit reasons,” I shot back, “about me needing to know who the hell you are. I’m a grown ass woman, fully capable of deciding if I want to kiss someone or not. I know enough about you from all those years we’ve run into each other at night to know how I feel. So don’t–”

His mouth crashed down hard onto mine, effectively shutting me up. His gloved hand roughly cradled the side of my head, tilting my mouth further up towards his. I was in shock for a few seconds, my mind blanking at the fact that Daredevil was actually kissing me, before I recovered. The moment I did, my hands flew up to his face, my palms met with the warm, skin and scratch of stubble on his face while my fingers dug into the strange material of his helmet. The way his mouth was moving against mine was intense, almost aggressive; but there was an undertone to the kiss, a feeling like passion mixed with desperate desire. As if he’d also spent nights wondering what it would be like to kiss me, too.

He abruptly broke away from my mouth moments later, his lips twisted in what looked like pain. His head darted away from me again, his chest and shoulders heaving. I was panting hard with him, my mouth still tingling from where his had just been over mine as I tried to catch my breath.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said suddenly.

I swallowed hard, watching him quickly rise to his feet. My eyes widened when I realized he was about to disappear. I struggled up to my feet, wanting to stop him, but he was already backing away from me, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he repeated again.

“Why?” I begged him.

He said nothing, just shook his head once more before literally running and jumping onto the roof of the building nearby. My heart squeezed tight before it felt like it dropped to the roof at my feet. I was left standing confused and alone, staring after the direction he’d disappeared in.

#matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock #daredevil x oc #daredevil

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randompoetemogirl · 7 months

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I’m writing this because I just had the biggest “Oh shit,” moment of my life and I want to make other people aware of something they might have.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve daydreamed. I was usually the main character. These daydreams would either happen when I was on the swings or when I would repeatedly rock back and forth on the couch. As I got a bit older, I would daydream while I listened to music. Cue freshman year of highschool and I am listening to music, rocking back and forth on my couch, while daydreaming just about everyday. If I had free time in school, I would daydream. During sophomore year, it got intense. It was already hard for me to focus the year prior, but it just became harder.

Cue to junior year and I literally cannot focus on shit. I do fine in school, but once I leave school I literally don’t want to do anything and when I TRY to do something I lose all motivation. It’s gotten to the point where I’ll daydream in class if it gets too boring. At the moment, no one has noticed how much I daydream.

During the day when I’m at home, I put one earbud in and rock on the couch to get into this daydreaming zone. One time, my mom caught me doing it on the small camera we have in our kitchen and sent me a text telling me to stop. She hasn’t brought it up since. So now, I only rock upstairs and listen out for anyone coming. At night, when I’m in bed, I shove in both earbuds and rock in my bed. It has gotten to the point where I will stay up for 2-4 hours longer than I should just to keep daydreaming.

My grades are decent, not failing, but could be way better. Since my older brother(who moved out and has a family of his own) has ADHD, my younger brother has autism, and my little sister is only two, I didn’t want to freak my parents out over nothing. I was sure I was just being lazy.

Then I realized I might have ADHD/ADD/autism. I already figured I had depression through the train wreck my brain has been and the fact that I’m still trying to convince myself that I’m worthy of being alive. So finally, just now, I looked up why I constantly rock back and forth when I listen to music and daydream. I got lead onto Quora where someone had the same issue and someone else suggested maladaptive daydreaming

I looked it up, and just…spontaneously combusted.

I discovered that maladaptive daydreaming can happen to those who wish to escape reality because of the stress of their everyday life.

Check.

Sleep deprivation often happens because people want to daydream more.

Check.

Maladaptive daydreaming can disrupt a persons social life and how well they can focus.

Check.

People who maladaptive daydream often walk, jog, rock, or listen to music to get in “the zone”.

Effing check.

This can correlate with having anxiety or ADHD, both of which I may have. So yeah, take it from a teenage girl in her bed right now. If something’s wrong, please don’t assume you’re just being lazy. There can often be underlining problems we just don’t realize.

#Autism #anxiety #mental health #depression #Add #adhd #maladaptive daydreaming #Spread the word #self care #take care of yourself

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corinthian1234 · 1 year

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Sub! Peter maximoff x dom! Reader

title: let me read

Warnings: sub Peter, dom reader, mommy kink, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, slight degradation, dry humping, thigh riding. If I missed anything let me know.

Summary: Peter interrupts y/n while she’s reading

A/n: my first smut so no judgement please

constructive criticism is welcome tho.

Enjoy!😊

Peter had bought me a new book, the cruel prince, this morning and I hadn’t put down the book since. He lay beside me, watching tv. He shut the tv off taking my book out of my hands.

“Can you be done now mommy, I need you” he whimpered, his cock fully hard in his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably.

“Not now baby boy, mommy’s reading” I said, picking my book back up off the bed. He whined, shifting again.

after about ten minutes I felt something repeatedly rutting into my side. I looked over to see Peter desperately humping my leg, his face contorted in pleasure. I could tell he was close, his breaths had become shorter and his thrusts sloppier. I pulled my leg away before he could finish.

He whined pathetically, trying to pull my leg back. tears threatened his eyes from coming so close to an orgasm.

“please momma, help me, please let me come!” I pondered his request. “Since you were a bad boy and didn’t wait till I was done reading, you can get yourself off on my thigh, nothing else, if you don’t come than I can’t help you.”

He whined a little before straddling my thigh. He started moving back and forth on my leg, the fabric of his jeans rubbing deliciously against my leg and his cock. Small pants and moans escaped his lips, but I knew he was too tired from his previous humping to get himself off like this. He rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Momma” he cried. “Mommy it hurts.”

“I know baby” I cooed in mock sympathy, rubbing small circles on his back. I decided to take pity on him and give him what he so desperately needed.

I pulled him off of my leg and laid him down on the bed. He whined in protest but I just shushed him. “Momma’s gonna make you feel good, okay slut?” I asked crawling on top of him. He nodded his head feverishly as I striped all of our clothes except for his boxers.

I ran my hand along the outline of his length, making him whimper and squirm. I brought my mouth down to whisper in his ear. “Do you want me to fuck you baby boy?” He nodded his head immediately. “Use your words.” I said, nipping at the shell of his ear. “y-yes, please f-fuck me mommy” he whispered, trying to grind his hips into mine.

I pushed him back down, saying “ I’ll give you what you want baby” causing him to whimper. I slowly slid peters boxers off, throwing them somewhere across the room. His dick popped out and smacked him in the stomach. I stroked his length a few times using his pre cum as lubricant before slowly sinking myself down on it.

we both let out load moans as I start to rock my hips. Peter shuts his eyes and lets his head lull back against the pillows. I set a fast pace, fucking him roughly like I knew he liked it.

“Momma, I-I’m so close!” He whimpered out. “be a good boy and cum for me.” With one more thrust of my hips, he came with a moan that can only be described as pornographic.

But I didn’t stop once he came down from his high. I was still chasing my own and he deserved more punishment.

“m-mommy, please s-stop, I’m to sensitive.” He whined, trying to push me off. “I thought you were desperate to cum baby boy? You can go a few more rounds.”

I smirked at the state he was in. Tears flowed freely down his face as he sobbed and begged me to stop. I had already made him cum three times and I had cum twice myself.

he was nearing his forth orgasm when he pleaded “please momma stop, it hurts. It hurts!” “Oh, it does? You can take it, know you can. Just give me one more baby.”

He came with a scream, head completely fucked out. I started to move my hips again but he grabbed my arms hastily. “Please mommy, no more, shit-I can’t take anymore” he cried.

I got off of him, bringing him to sigh in relief. A mix of both of our juices ran down my legs as I laid down next to him. I grabbed my book as he snuggled into my side.

“next time, just let mommy read.”

#peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader

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dameferre · 4 years

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FUCK okay I LOVED wooing the water tribe. I laughed I cried laughed until I cried. You are a Fantastic writer and I don't know how you managed to write That Level of sheer idiocy and still make the characters feel like real, fleshed out people who were just as brilliant as they were stupid. Kudos. Kudosx100. Please never stop writing. That being said, I have to ask: was that a flwogb reference at the beginning of chapter four? And if so, was that really necessary?

a good rule of thumb when reading elle fic is if you ever feel yourself asking ‘was that an (x) reference?’, the answer is usually yes. i throw in roughly twenty references into every chapter of every fic i write, just because they make me, personally, happy

more to the point, it absolutely was a flwogb ref, and it absolutely was necessary bc

i’ve been subscribed to flwogb since chapter 2 came out?? im p sure?? it was early days for sure. i love that fuckin fic

no one’s doing it like @oldpotatoe. the sheer amount of pain she inflicts on y’all on a weekly basis? unparalleled. also obviously ruby likes sliding little references into fic as well, which i respect and enjoy

i thought it’d be funny in my little ridiculous comedy fic to throw in a subtle little jab of a gut punch to zukka nation, see if y’all picked up on it, and a Ton of people did and were upset about, so. mission accomplished

unexpected consequence of my actions: someone commented and said they were now imagining wtwt as a Prologue to flwogb because sokka’d tempted fate and brought the events of flwogb upon them and that upset me deeply to my core haven't these two been through ENOUGH

#the timeline doesn't work bc both fics are set 5 years after sozin's comet #i tell myself repeatedly rocking back and forth in my bed #anyway yeah i love referencing things #off the top of my head in wtwt there's a cabin pressure ref and a john mulaney line i copied Verbatim #wtwt #anon #elle answers your questions

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Pls say more bout those headcanons I’m curious 👀

Done and done!

Potions: Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.5k

tw: NSFW (drunken sex)

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Gojo Satoru

"I really thought..." you trail off with your words as you stumble into the apartment, cradling your purse carefully. A short laugh escapes your lips. "I really thought you were excited to go out tonight."

"Nah," Satoru exhales, slumping on the couch in the living room. "Didn't really want to be there with all of those..." He twiddles his fingers in the air, making some motion that refers to the upper-class donors who crowded the ballroom.

You close the door to his place and try your best to balance in your heels as you walk toward the couch. But halfway there, you trip and fall flat on your face into the pillow on the couch, legs extended on the floor behind you.

"Fuck," Satoru giggles, choosing to lay on the plush fixture instead of helping you up, which you make note of. You resent the lack of help, but you slowly crawl up to a seated position, looking at the man through squinted eyes. "You're an ass."

"Huh," he huffs. "Heard that one before." You watch him remove his bowtie and jacket, tossing them onto the floor and blowing a raspberry before peering over at you. "You look like you need help getting out of that outfit." You know it's a flimsy excuse for him to try and get into your pants, but you don't care. You like it when Gojo slides his long fingers down your back and unzips you from the cagey dresses, thus freeing you from your fabric bonds. So you allow him to do just that and then pull your shoes off, tossing them in the same pile as his jacket and tie.

"When I was younger, I used to imagine that drinking would be fun," you breathe, and he laughs at your disappointment.

"So I'm guessing you waited until you were legally able to, huh?"

"Of course," you answer, looking over your bare shoulder at him as he slips the silk shirt out of his pants. "I was a good girl."

"But now?" Gojo asks, coming behind you and wrapping his hands around your upper arms as he trails kisses over your shoulders.

"But now..." You think. Are you a good girl still? Or has Gojo corrupted you to the point of no return? "I don't think I'm so good anymore."

"I don't think so either," he whispers, turning you around and pushing you back onto the couch. Your head rests on the arm of it, while he leans down to kiss you, his hips cradled between your thighs. The kiss is sloppy and hungry, but you enjoy it all the same because Gojo isn't the kind of guy who just lets you lay like a ragdoll in his arms.

One hand pulls your right knee to your chest, and you feel the growing bulge against your stomach rub back and forth, your eyes drifting close as he grinds against you.

"You're so fucking bad," Satoru moans, kissing down your neck. "But you always taste so good." which is obviously the prelude to him eating you out. Your heels rest against his broad back as he runs his tongue across your cunt and then back again, sucking at your wetness jovially. You suck in your breath and hold Gojo's head with both hands as he eats you out, allowing yourself to enjoy this moment with your boyfriend.

You reach down to grab his chin and pull him up to meet you again, kissing his lips and tasting yourself. Then pants, boxers, socks are removed, and Gojo's cock presses against your cunt before sliding in with a little resistance. He immediately begins to pump into you, and both of you echo each other with moans and grunts. His cock slips in and out of you, kissing your cervix before sliding against your walls and back in.

"Satoru," you breathe, clutching him close. "You feel amazing."

"So do you," he exhales, hips driving into yours. "I just want to be inside of you all night long."

Geto Suguru

"You really know your way around a man," Suguru mumbles, one hand in your hair while you lick up and down his shaft, knees resting on the floor as he sits on his chair. His eyes watch you suck on his rock-hard cock, tongue rolling up and around his tip lazily. "God damn," he hisses, leaning his head back.

"You like it?" Geto tightens his hands in your hair, and grunts long and hard. "Maybe I should stop."

"No." HIs head shoots up and you smile, kissing the tip of his cock. His reddened cheeks puff out momentarily as you take off your shirt and slip your skirt down your hips, stepping out of it and sliding onto his lap. "Oh..." You lean forward and press your lips against his repeatedly, both of you kissing each other casually as you slide your slick against his length.

"Baby, I love you," you whisper, sinking onto his cock until you can't take any more of him.

"I love you, too," Suguru whines while you bounce up and down on his lap. "God, you're so beautiful." His hands raise up to your breasts, which are still cold from the beer bottle he'd been holding earlier. You anchor your hands into the fabric of the couch behind him and roll your head around, relishing in the feeling of Suguru's length stroking your insides.

Your first orgasm comes pretty quickly, your body already flushed with excitement from your earlier drinking. You spasm around him, leaning your head onto his shoulder and rolling your hips up and down to extend your high. Suguru grabs them quickly, slamming you back down onto his cock and looking up at you with parted lips.

"I tell everyone you're a goddess," he states, eyes roaming over your face in awe. "My goddess."

"Su--" You know you shouldn't be shocked by his admission - Suguru praises you all the time - but you feel grateful, anyhow. But he stops you with a deep kiss, pressing your body against his chest, tangling his tongue with yours.

"You're always going to be my goddess. No matter what."

Nanami Kento

Nanami doesn't get drunk. Ever.

But you did. And that's how you found yourself hanging onto the man as you walk up the driveway into your house, mumbling words to a song you heard on the radio minutes before.

"Babe..." you drawl, and Nanami hums as he places the key in the door, the other arm holding onto your waist. "Babe, do you think we'll ever have kids?"

"Y/n," Kento breathes, switching on the light in the foyer and walking you past the living room. "We are perfectly capable of having children. We just need to talk about it and plan it out."

"What if we..." you hiccup, then giggle. "What if we have twins?"

"Then we will be great parents to two children."

"Do you even want to be a father, Ken?" you ask as he slides the silk dress over your shoulders and onto the floor.

"I do," he reassures you, looking at you in the mirror and pressing a kiss to the space between your neck and your jaw. "But only when we're ready, my love."

You climb into the bed, pulling the covers over your body. You reach a hand out to your husband, smiling, and Nanami takes off his tie before sitting on the bed beside you. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles one by one, which makes him stretch his hand open and caress your jawline lovingly.

"I'm so drunk," you admit, and Kento chuckles, kissing your cheek. "But I want to make love to you. If you'll let me."

"Of course," he breathes into your ear, and you sit up, trying to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can. "Slow... slow," Kento whispers, holding your hands in his and guiding you. One button turns into two, then into five, then into seven, and then you're done. Nanami pulls off his shirt and drops it to the floor, then pushes you against the sheets with a soft hand. "Let me take care of you."

"I'd never let you do anything else," you breathe, and he laughs, a welcome sound in your muddled mind.

Minutes later, his hips are pressing into yours from behind, a hand caressing your neck as he whispers soft words into your ear.

"You're such a beautiful woman."

"Please, Ken..." you whine, and he whispers,

"You want this? You want me to make love to you?"

"Oh, god, please," you answer. He removes his hand to pull off his pants, then parts your legs, shifting you onto your knees. When he slides into you, your entire body reacts by relaxing into the bed and letting go. Nanami replaces his hand, holding your backside against his chest and slipping in and out of you gently. His teeth graze your earlobe, and you whine again, holding onto him for dear life.

"I'll make you a mother soon, my love. But for now, I just want to enjoy having you all to myself."

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #getou suguru #nanami kento

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 3 years

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Where the Bears Are

Featuring actor, Tim Hooper

In 2018, I was an extra on the set of Where the Bears Are, a comedy-mystery web series about three gay, bear friends sharing a house in the Silver Lake neighborhood who, in each season, are drawn into a different murder investigation. They were filming a bar party scene. You'd think I'd just died and gone to heaven there were so many good-looking men packed almost shoulder to shoulder in the bar. My cock started getting hard right there. Well, I don’t want to brag but my cock is plenty big. A solid 9.5 inches. Anyway I am only telling you this because when it gets hard it really makes my jeans bulge out at the crotch.

After shooting the scene, I was so excited being on set of the show that I didn’t notice someone walking up behind me until he spoke.

“How are you today?”

I turned around and found myself looking at one of the stars of the show, Tim Hooper. He was handsome blue-eyed daddy bear with graying brown hair, glasses, a moustache and a nice, big belly. His southern accent really caught my attention, adding to his overall looks.

"Nothing special." I answered looking deep into his wonderful blue eyes. “What’s your story?”

“Just plain damn horny.” He said.

We both laughed.

“You know there are places to go to relieve your condition.” I told him.

“Been there, got fucked and sucked and am still horny.” He stated. “Especially since spotting you.”

“And what about me caused you to get so horny?” I asked and smiled at him as I waited for his answer.

“Your cock and looks. I've seen over here with that wonderful big cock of yours and I want it.” The old man told me.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Yeah, a couple of guys had noticed my bulge, but nobody had come forth and said that they'd go to bed with me until now!

“So how about coming to my hotel?” Tim said as he relaxed his hand on my crotch.

“You are horny!” I said.

“You bet your big cock I am. My ass is twitching for that cock at this very moment.” The old man told me. “So let’s go.”

Hmmm, this might be fun. And l I’ve always been bear fodder, I thought as I let Tim persuade me to leave the set. I like the attention I guess, more likely the positions they get me in. I followed him to one of the high-rise motels and the moment we were in the door, we began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if Tim was eager or just didn't have much time to fool around before going back to the set, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. I certainly didn't mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that the fur on his chest that I'd admired earlier continued down his stomach, getting darker and thicker until it ended in a black bush above his rising cock. It was a good 6 to 6.5 inches as I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands. His uncut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it in down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there with his hands on my shoulders. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up and pushed him onto the bed. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access.

I held his cock and worked my tongue around his dickhead while my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I worked my tongue to down under his nuts, gnawing gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"

Then the next thing I knew, I was lifted to my feet with my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it wildly. Now I'm packing a thick 9.5 inches and it is seldom that a guy can swallow even half of it. But damn if Tim didn’t keep swallowing my cock an inch at a time until his mustache were pressed against my pubes. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts, he squeezed them tight while his head bobbed up and down my prick. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock into his mouth furiously.

This man was a ferocious cock sucker. No mater how hard I shoved my cock down his throat, Tim took it and pushed his face against my crotch for more. He didn't slurp or make a production out of the act, and the only sounds he made were the squishing sounds my cock made as is came out of his throat coated in saliva. I was getting close to cuming when Tim suddenly pulled away.

Tim quickly turned around, knelt on the bed and leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit in my direction. I took one look at his big white hairy ass with his set of bull balls hanging down between his legs and I set in quickly on eating his ass. He let out a gasp and a soft moan as my tongue worked in and out, eating him. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face. I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further.

After I ate his ass for several minutes, he was begging me to shove my 9.5-incher deep inside his body. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and edged my dick in. Tim gasped before putting his hands on the bed, he rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way. I listened to his long slow intake of breath as I slowly pushed until my bush was pressed flat against his ass.

"Yes." He moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see the fur on his shoulders and back with traces going all the way down to the ass my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. Out and back, making the slowest of rhythms. Tim turned back to face me and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He finally turned back and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker.

Every so often Tim would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles, rocking left and right, spreading his legs a bit wider. I continued to pick up the pace as my fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder.

After a few minutes of this, I put him on his back and fuck his ass missionary style. And I get to run my hands all over that wonderful, hairy chest while my cock repeatedly drilled his ass. It was a freaking rush! I had Tim with his mouth was open, moaning like a baby.

By the time I was getting close, Tim was begging me to fuck him harder. He was spreading his legs wide apart, giving me full access to his butt. His cock was leaking all over his belly and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I figured that was my cue to go for it, so I doubled my effort and pounded his butt even harder, angling the entry direction to smash against his butt nut. That did it. With a loud cry, he grabbed the bed sheets and his cock began spewing cum all over his chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto his body.

The contraction of his ass on my cock while he went through his orgasm brought my own nut. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.

"Oh!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was still in the throes of his own nut, moaning and rocking like the world was ending as his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.

"Yes! Yessss..." He finally said, ending in a whisper.

I spend the night with him. We had sex off and on the entire night.

#Tim Hooper #american actor #fan fiction #actor #CILF #Where the Bears Are

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Stiches, Part 2

A/N: Yep, I’ve ventured off the Marvel path and penned a few tales for The Witcher!

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut

Stiches Part 1

Consciousness came slowly, like sunlight filtering through a thick fog. Warmth surrounded your heavy limbs and when you tried to move, a delightful pang registered in the muscles of your inner thighs. A low moan slipped passed your lips as the ache between your legs caused a flood of images from the night before to crash across your mind.

You told the traveling Witcher you wanted to feel him for days after he left. The man took you at your word. Playing your body with the mastery of a hundred years of practice, Geralt assured your cunt stayed swollen and wet as he fucked you thoroughly, roughly, and repeatedly.

“Stay put,” a deep gravely voice rumbled against your ear. A strong arm pulled you tighter to his bulk. “I am not ready to awaken yet.”

You turned in his arms to bury your face in the hair of his chest. Your knee easily slipped between his thighs as his legs tangled with your own. His large hand settled at the back of your neck, and you felt his deep sigh. His weighty and lax body wrapped around yours. His half hard cock pressed into you belly. Despite fatigue, your hand moved between you to wrap around his length.

“Hmm.” Geralt pumped into your palm once before pulling your hand away and pressing your palm to his lips. “Sleep now, my dove.” He chuckled lightly. “Later I shall plow you like the fields of wheat in Novigrad.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you nuzzled into his chest and succumbed to the warmth, drifting off to sleep again.

Darkness enveloped the world. The warmth surrounding you turned your limbs numb, preventing you from moving away from the wailing in your ears. Harsh and painful, the sound clawed at your mind brought you to panic. You needed to run, needed to flee, but you couldn’t move. Not even a sound came forth as you tried to scream. The source of the wail pulled at you, ripping into your chest, tearing the life from your breast.

Light flared. Fire seared your flesh. Breath rushed through your lungs and you screamed.

Hard rough hands shook you. A deep voice called your name. Your eyes popped open to see Geralt on his knees over you, gripping your shoulder hard. Shock left your heart beating like a galloping horse. Cold steel brushed against your hand and you realize his sword lay beside you.

With another shake he said your name, scowling. “Are you with me? Why do you have a Hym attached to you?”

“What?” You looked up at him. “I, um, I have nightmares.”

“Nightmares?” Geralt’s jaw clenched. He let you go, sitting back to lean on the headboard and place his sword beside the bed. “No,” he huffed. “A hym has attached itself to you. What have you done?”

You sat up, pulling the blanket up with you. “What? I have not-“

“Don’t lie to me.” Geralt large hand grasped your jaw. You never saw him move. He was just suddenly holding you down, growling in your face. “Hyms only feed upon the guilty. What have you done?”

A tightness gripped your throat, but it wasn’t Geralt’s hand. Tears burned your eyes. “I don’t know.”

He released your jaw, but didn’t let you go. He pulled you upon his lap. “Tell me of the creature in your nightmares. Is it just in your dreams, or does it whisper to you while awake?”

“Just nightmares.” You twisted your fingers in the blanket. “They come once, maybe twice, a week.”

“I suspect,” he tilted his head to look at your downcast face. “That is the only time you allow yourself to sleep soundly.” You nodded. He took a deep breath, running his fingertips down your spine. “Hyms attach to persons holding onto guilt, great guilt. They feed on it, create a darkness in the person, so they can feed even more.”

Silent tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I can help you, little dove. I can defeat this thing, but you have to tell me.” The warmth of his large hands slipped up to rest upon the base of your neck. His voice rumbled low and deep, but it made you want you curl against him and weep.

“The spring after my husband was killed,” You sniffed and leaned into Geralt’s chest. “One of the smiths, Wallen, attempted to gain my favor. I turned him away, but he persisted. He became obsessive and abusive. I feared him and took great pains to never be alone with him.”

He remained silent, but his fingers began their journey over your back again.

“One day three men came to town. They were part of the raiders who attacked when my husband died. I knew they were dangerous, knew they would kill without remorse.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. Never before had you uttered the words, “I knew they were listening when I lied about a large commission Wallen had taken.”

Geralt nodded. “They killed him for riches he did not have.”

“I told myself, I just lied. I didn’t kill him. It was a little lie, that’s all.” You wept. “He was vile and mean. I could not push him away anymore. He attempt to...he nearly...I knew he would do worse than force me if he caught me alone. I was afraid.”

A single rueful huff erupted from his chest. Geralt pressed his lips to your hair. “Such feelings for nothing but a cunning solution to a problem.”

“But…”

“If this man came after you, and you held a blade, what would you do?”

“Use it.” You huffed.

“If he came after you, and you own attack hounds, what would you do?”

“I’d release them.” Your tears ceasing.

“So all you did, my dove, is release the dogs you had at your disposal.” Geralt pressed his mouth to the sensitive skin below your ear. His tongue slipped along the edge of your ear before he nipped at it lightly. “Now that you have spoken of it, the hym can be fought.”

“How?” You turned your face into his neck.

“Tonight you will take me to where the Smithy was killed.” He felt you stiffen, but he shifted you in his hold to tuck you closer to his chest. “You can. You will. The hym will come to you. Then I will kill it.”

“How do you kill a nightmare?” You asked in a small voice.

“I’m a Witcher.” He chuckled. “Or had you forgotten?”

“No,” you quietly laughed. “How could I?”

“Then tonight I shall slay your monster.” His hand tipped your head up. His breath washed over your lips.

“But I have no coin to give you.” You fought not to smile.

“Then we shall have to barter.” Geralt’s mouth possessed yours, drawing a delicious moan from you. He tossed away the offending blanket, and moved you to straddle his lap. Your fingers tangled in his white hair. As your tongues battled, his hands encircled your waist and he rocked you against him. Your breasts raked over his chest.

Still sensitive from the night’s amorous activities, you grew wet against his hardening cock. You nipped and kissed along his neck. “Gods, you feel so good.”

He only grunted, as his rough hand squeezed your breast, thumb rubbing over your taunt nipple. With a fluid movement, he flipped you both. You landed on your back. Geralt hooked your knees over his arms. Leaning forward he trailed love bites down your chest.

“So sweet.” He hummed against the soft skin of your inner thigh. The scruff of his chin grazed your sensitive clit and you gasped. Geralt laid the flat of his tongue over you, soothing you, teasing you. “Do you need rest, my dove?”

“No.” You panted, fingers twisting in his hair.

“What is it you want?” His voice vibrated through your body.

“Fuck me.” You breathed.

He chuckled, crawling up your body, painting a trail with his mouth. When his cock pressed against your slick core, he kissed you hard, burying himself deep. His groan mixed with your moan. Unlike the night before, he moved slow and deliberate. The length of him moving in and out at such a pace that your breath became one, the tension coiled, and heat spread.

“Yes,” you clung to his shoulders, legs wrapping tightly around his hips. His fingers dug deep into the meat of your ass, holding you tight. His weight pressing into you and the scent of his sweat filling your head, you lost yourself in him.

His pace quickened. Your body tightened. You curled your hips up. His hips snapped, cock hitting you perfectly. Your thighs shook. His grunts mingled with your cries. Geralt pounded into you with force. You dug your nails into his back, coming hard. He growled, following you.

You held on with weak limbs, relishing in the feel of him. He rolled and pulled you along with him. Your fingers trailed down his side, feeling the stitched you placed there just the day before. Lifting up, you checked his wound. It was pink, but looked a week old.

“Told you I heal quickly.” Geralt sighed.

“Good thing,” you settled into the crook of his arm. “I’d hate to aggravate an injury before you go monster slaying again.”

He huffed. “It would be worse if you sent me off hungry.”

You laughed, sitting up. His eyes were closed and a relaxed smile was on his face. “I think I can manage to satisfy your appetite.”

Geralt’s golden eyes met yours, glinting with mirth. “You’re definitely doing that, but what about food?”

Soon the two of you were dressed and seated at your favorite table in front of the fire. The inn owner, Rulla, thankfully did not comment as you immerged from the Witcher’s room. She just gestured to your table and followed with a pitcher of ale and cups.

“About time. I suppose you’re hungry.” Her reproachful words did not match the teasing smile on her lips. When Geralt grunted an agreement, she wondered off to quickly return with a large platter. Unloading bowls of stew, loaves of bread, and a large plate of cured meat and dried fruit.

Your stomach grumbled, realizing for the first time how famished he’d made you. Geralt tore off a piece of bread and began to eat with purpose. He did everything with purpose; eating, fucking, monster killing.

By the time this Witcher moved on, he would not only leave you well bedded, but free of your nightmares. You smiled, feeling better than you had in ages.

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Raise Hell - Creativitwins and Darkside!Roman Fic

Fic Summary: After a brooding session in his room after the events of SVS2, Roman decides Fuck It! and visits his brother Remus' room. As the two brothers reconnect, Roman ends up making a startling decision.

Warnings: Roman Angst, Self Loathing, Self Deprecating, Darkside!Roman, Gore, Violence, Weapons, Sexual Innuendos (Basically Remus just being Remus)

Pairings: None!

Wordcount: 7k+ (almost 8k)

Author's Note:

I started writing this fic immediately after SVS2 so it's canon complacent until after that, where it branches off into this AU! This was before both Flirting With Social Anxiety and Working Through Intrusive Thoughts came out, so please just consider this an alternate "What If?" scenario! (Also this just goes to show you how much I procrastinate when it comes to writing whoops lol.)

Roman sat curled up on his bed. Sitting in the same position that he had been for the past two days or so. He couldn't exactly recall how long he had been there holed up in his room, actually.

The only thing he could recall was the disappointed looks on their faces, their harsh words whether intentional or not, and the feeling of his whole world seemingly crumbling down around him. It was all too much too soon, and after his outburst he had sunken into a numb state of suspension. Waiting to feel anything other than anger, grief, and disappointment. All three of which were mainly pointed dangerously at his own self like a bunch of daggers repeatedly striking where they knew it would hurt most.

Patton had stopped by shortly after he had first sunk out, yes. But Roman could hardly hear what the fatherly side was saying to him over the ringing in his ears and his own rapid heartbeat constantly reminding him it had been recently struck through. Something about everything being okay, he thinks? Yet how could Patton have said that when absolutely nothing was okay right now? In fact, he doubted anything could be okay ever again. Not after…well, after he had apparently messed up again.

It was starting to become a habit now, all of these stupid mistakes. And how could such a perfect prince as him make such mistakes? He was supposed to be a paragon of perfection! An idol for all aspiring heroes alike! The pinnacle of heroism and all that is good in the world! Instead he was just...just wrong. Always wrong. Always wrong no matter who's side he took or who he believed in or what he said or didn't say. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

But if he wasn't a perfect prince...if he wasn't a hero...if he wasn't right...then what exactly was he? What was left? Well, nothing, really. He had put all of his eggs in one basket and now the littlest breeze had apparently sent it toppling over.

Wait a minute...If he had nothing left, then that meant he had nothing left to lose, right? Which meant all of his old restrictions on himself, all of his walking the fine line and all of him staying on the right side of the fence- All of it was meaningless. It was doing nothing, just like him.

He slowly unfurled his body from it's curled up position and turned his gaze towards the closet on the far side of his room. The door was dingier compared to the rest of the elegant and ornately designed bedroom. Scratch marks marred its greyed, wooden surface and a sign was tapped loosely and half-hazardly to the middle. "Danger: Nightmare Zone. Keep out!" It read in bright red lettering.

"Keep out, huh...I must have been really mad when I wrote that." Roman glanced down to his hands, which he had clenched. "But now I'm just empty...so what's the use in obeying a stupid sign that I put up there myself?" He unfisted his hands and looked back to the imposing closet door. "What could be more dangerous in there than staying here and stewing in my own thoughts?"

He slowly stood up, his legs tingling from being in one position for far too long. He made his way over to the closet door. Slowly. Cautiously. Glancing over his shoulder as if someone was going to walk in on him at any moment. As his hand grasped the handle, he felt himself gulp. Did he really want to do this?

"…"

Well, what else was there to do?

He pushed the door open and stepped into the closet full of old clothes. All of his new princely adornments were actually being stored in a mahogany wardrobe beside his nightstand. These clothes were...they belonged to...Well, someone who didn't exist. At least not anymore. He pushed his way through dusty and moth-bitten clothes as if he was pushing through the undergrowth of a dense jungle. As he neared his destination, the place grew darker and smelled more and more of mold.

He finally arrived at another door. This one was more well kept than the last, with golden trimmings and an intricate door handle. He took a deep breath to steal his nerves before pushing it open.

He stepped out into another bedroom. This one had moss in the corners, cobwebs on the ceiling, and ivy climbing it's walls. Even still, it was much tidier than he had been expecting. It gave off more of a wild feeling rather than a dirty one. Just as he was about to take another step to inspect further, there was a mace in his face.

He hadn't even flinched back, he was so tired and dazed. Roman sucked in a nervous breath and looked to the wielder of the weapon.

Remus was standing frozen in place, his face flickering between emotions. Eyes twitching. It appeared like he had intended to knock him out again...just like last time in the living room...but something must have made him pause.

"You've been crying." He hissed, less of a question and more of an accusation.

Roman blinked, confused, before reaching up to poke the skin underneath his eyes. Sure enough, it was puffy. He bet if he looked in a mirror they'd be red-rimmed as well. But he didn't even want to see his own face right now. He huffed out in irritation. "So what if I have?"

Remus' face flickered once more before settling into a firm stare as he slowly lowered his morning star mace away from Roman's head. He was being oddly still and slow in his motions, and the difference between this and his usual rambunctiousness was making Roman's skin crawl with nerves. "Why?"

"Why?" Roman repeated after him, bristling, "Why do you even care why?"

Remus blinked, seeming to come out of his previous mood. "You tell me Prince Smarmy! You came into my turf." He rested his mace behind his shoulders and started rocking back and forth on the heels of his boots.

"I…" Roman's gaze fell to the ground. "I don't know. It's just the last place I could go, I guess?" He shrugged before waving a dramatic arm, "But if you don't want me here either, then just say it to my face!"

Remus tilted his head curiously before leaning forward "Oh, I can do way better than that, brohide." And with that, he snapped his fingers and the room flipped upside down.

Roman gasped as they fell through the air. The room seemed to twist and morph around them. Until finally, he had landed roughly on his own fluffy white floor rug. Remus, however, had fallen through the fancy canopy of his bed. Tearing a large hole through it and landing in a heap on the covers.

"Hey, my bed!" He shouted, offended beyond belief.

"Oh tough titty." Remus chastised as he picked up a golden laced, red silk pillow. He started plucking at it's loose threads. "I bet you have a ton of those ugly tent things."

"They're called canopies, you uncultured swine!"

Roman got up in a huff and dusted off and straightened his rumpled clothes. He sent a glare over to Remus as he did so. "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?~" He sing-songed annoyingly back.

"Teleport us in such an unruly manner!"

"Hmmm…" He flopped over on to his back and started doing snow angel motions. "Why'd you go in my room?~Huh? Huh?"

"Wha- I- I asked you first!"

"I asked you second!!" He rolled over on the bed to grin up at Roman, still clutching the poor, abused pillow.

"Ugh, fine!" Roman threw his hands up in the air and moved to grab his vanity chair. He pulled it over to sit in front of the bed. "I just didn't want to be in my own room right now, okay??"

Remus frowned with pursed lips and sat up, scooching forward on the bed. "But it's your room, numbnuts."

"Well maybe I don't want to be near me right now…Um, wait. That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"Probably not! But-" He cupped a hand over his mouth and loudly whispered conspiratorially, "I can rip your head off your body and throw it to the side for you so you're not close to it anymore?"

"No that's...That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Fucking party pooper!" Remus threw his hands up then abandoned the pillow he had been holding to riffle curiously through the rest. "Do you not keep a dagger under your pillow??"

"What? No, of course not! Who would do that?"

"Me, duh! For security reasons, bitch boy."

"Well I'm obviously more sensible than that. I keep swords under the bed like a sane person."

"Wait, really?!" Remus threw himself over the side of the bed to look underneath it. "Holy shit, nice!" He rustled through them for a moment before grabbing a sleek black flamberge by it's blade and pulling it up. "I'm keeping this!"

"I would protest that but you've already gotten your filthy blood all over it and that sword is a particular bitch to clean."

"Sibling souvenir!" Proclaimed Remus as he stabbed it into his stomach for safe keeping.

"What on earth are you doing? Why would you stab yourself??"

"To make sure it doesn't go anywhere! Oh, and to test it's stabby powers."

"You know in hindsight, I shouldn't have even asked."

"Speaking of askings of questions-ing, why did you visit my room of all places? Needed to get rid of some trash? Because I'm taking if you're offering. I could always use more decorations!"

"Remus, you rat bastard, I saw that your room was cleaner than you let people believe it to be. If you did take any of my trash you'd probably organize it into the proper bins and everything."

Remus gasped and put an offended hand over his chest. "How dare you! My room is perfectly and gloriously trashy and stinky, just like me."

"Mhmm, sure it is."

A shuriken flew past the side of his head and embedded itself right in the face of one of his many Disney posters.

"Just answer my question!!"

"Okay, okay jeez!" Roman raised his hands placatingly before dropping them to grip at his knees nervously. "I, well, I didn't want to be alone anymore…"

"And? You couldn't just visit the other lamo light bitches in the living-dead room?"

"They, um." He sighed before looking over at his posters. Prince Charming smiled brightly back at him, even with a weapon digging into his forehead. "They don't want to be around me. They don't want me. Not anymore. If they ever did. They have him, after all. Both of them."

"Him. Them. Stop playing the pronoun game already and get fucking on with it!"

"He has Janus now! Thomas chose Janus! Patton chose Janus! They chose Janus! They both chose Janus...over me…" Roman blurted out. The words were spilling out now, unstoppable. He sniffled as he felt the tears threatening to fall once more as well. He didn't even realize he had any left to cry. "I chose Thomas. Thomas chose Patton. Patton chose Janus. No one ever chooses me! No one ever takes my side!"

"Apparently, I'm always the one in the wrong..." He ran his shaky hands over his cheeks, desperately trying to push any tears that appeared away. To keep them from falling anymore. Hadn't he cried enough? "I was wrong about Virgil. I was wrong with how I talked to Logan. I was wrong about the breakup. I was wrong about the wedding. Now I was wrong about Deceit- no, Janus- ugh...Everything I do is wrong!"

He lowered his hands again to dig his fingers back into his knees. Roman drew in another shaky breath, trying to calm himself after the outburst. He glanced nervously up at Remus to gauge his reaction to his brother's crazed rambles.

Remus had leaned forward to hear him better over his sobs and shaky voice, almost tipping over the edge of the bed. He had his nails digging into Roman's comforter, and Roman was afraid he was about to rip holes into it. He already had a canopy to replace after all, he didn't want to have to replace that as well! They stared at each other in tense silence for a few moments more, one at a loss on what to say next and the other trying to process the onslaught of new information. Finally, Remus let go of the comforter, slid off the bed, and sat on the floor in front of him with his legs splayed out.

"So what you're saying is...wait, Jan Jan the Banana Man actually told you his name?"

"Well, he more so told Thomas and Patton it and...I just happened to be there too?"

"Huh. Never thought he'd tell anyone else. Well, not after Virgil…was Virgil there?"

"No. Unfortunately Virgil wasn't there to back me up. If he would have even taken my side at all...And Logan was...there in textbox spirit?"

"What'd nerd-a-lerd say?"

"He…well, I wasn't really paying much attention to- I was panicking okay! But I heard enough." He looked to the side, feeling shame well up in himself again. "Enough to know that he was taking his side, just like everyone else."

He heard a mumbled "Damn pronoun name again-" before Remus clapped his hands together with a loud boom that echoed through the large room. "Okay! And I can't believe I'm saying this but- tell me the whole story. Top dick to bottom butt."

"Ew." Roman wrinkled his nose up in disgust.

"Just tell me already!!" Annnddd another shuriken whizzed past his head. This time it embedded itself in his dresser. He hoped it hadn't cracked the wood too much...

Thus Roman spun the entire tale, starting at Janus' first appearance and ending with the absolute fiasco between the callback and the wedding that had occurred a couple of days ago...or had it been several? Time had muddied itself in his reclusion. He would take several breaks in his storytelling to go off on self-deprecating tangents that sounded an awful lot like dramatic monologues from some tragic play. More often than not these tangents were cut short by Remus, who would hurry them along with crude nicknames and threats to get back to the main story.

Somehow during this storytelling process both of the brothers had ended up splayed out side by side on top of Roman's fluffy white floor rug. As if they were kids gossiping on the floor at a sleepover. Remus had busied his hands by pulling out locks of the fur from the rug while Roman's own hands gesticulated wildly with the ups and downs of his tale. As he neared the end of the story, Roman curled up to lay on his side so he could face Remus and see his reaction.

"...and then I decided to go to your room. Because I had nowhere else to go. I didn't want to stay in my room with my own thoughts any longer...but I didn't want to see any of the other sides, either."

Remus was laying on his stomach, fiddling with the rug and swaying his feet in the air. At hearing the last bit, his feet fell back down to rest on the floor. "...But you wanted to see me?" His voice was the softest Roman had ever heard him speak. It was incredulous and almost...hopeful.

"I-I don't know. I-" Roman diverted his eyes across the room, sweeping over the damage done by them earlier and eventually landing on the dingy and scratched up closet door. He stared at it for a moment in thought before looking back over to Remus. "Do you ever…Ever miss sharing a bedroom?" He murmured.

Remus wrinkled his nose and glared at him, likely upset that he had dodged the question. "Not really. Your taste in stuff is far too Gucci-Gucci-bougie for me."

"No, not that!" Roman dismissed with a wave of his hand, " Not the furniture or anything like that. Just the…the feel of someone else being there too? Knowing that someone else is always there? Someone who's kind of like you but not really? Someone you can talk to when you have no one else?" Roman ran his fingers through his hair in distress. "Does that make any sense???"

Remus was still glaring at him, but now his eyebrows twitched with an unseen emotion. "Being brothers?" He hissed.

"What?"

Remus reached over to grab Roman's shoulders and shake him silly. "What you're describing. Is being brothers. What I wanted to be. What you didn't let us be. What you rejected. Shoved into the darkest corner. Placed under a Do Not Enter sign-"

"I'm sorry, okay! I didn't mean it!"

Remus paused in his shaking, several emotions flashing across his face. "Didn't mean it?"

"I know I-" Roman placed his hands over Remus' on his shoulders but didn't push him away and lowered his head in shame. "I acted rashly and perhaps a tad extreme to our new circumstances at the time. But it was for what I thought was the best. I only ever wanted to serve Thomas. I only ever wanted to please them. I never thought- I-" He looked sincerely back up into his brother's eyes. "I never thought about what that would mean for you. What that would do to you. What that would do to us. And for that, I'm sorry."

Remus loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely, staring intensely and attentively at Roman.

"I never actually wanted to push you away. I was just doing so because I thought- Well, okay admittedly I wasn't thinking much at all really but-" His eyes briefly flickered back to the closet door "I didn't want to become a dark side too! I didn't want to not be able to see Thomas. Or to be rejected by the others. I-" He laughed then. A dry, helpless laugh. He shifted to put his head in his hands. "But I guess that happened anyway, didn't it? What sick irony, huh? Maybe it's what I deserve… Maybe it's karmic retribution…"

"..."

"I shoved you away... And now they're shoving me away! I lost a brother so I could keep everyone and everything else in my life but now- now I've lost that, too- Now I have nothing. Now I am no-"

Remus tightened his grip on Roman's shoulders again and pulled him towards himself. He ended up knocking their heads together in the process-

"Ow! What the hell are you-"

-of wrapping his arms around Roman and hugging him to himself.

"You-You're hugging me?"

"You didn't lose a brother…" Remus pouted, as if he was a petulant toddler, "I've always been right fucking here if you'd open your stupid eyes for once."

Roman let out a shuddering breath, feeling an entirely new type of tear prickling at the corners of his eyes. He buried his head in Remus' shoulder and gripped onto the back of hid brother's clothes as if he was his last lifeline. He probably was.

Sure the hug was the most uncomfortable one he'd ever had, what with the hilt of the sword in Remus' stomach poking him in his own and his forehead still ringing with the pain from where Remus banged them together, but somehow it was still nice. It still felt like...home.

"...But I thought you hated me?"

"What gave you that idea?"

"You're always calling me names and hitting me with stuff!"

He felt Remus shrug. "You do the same thing."

"You do it first!"

"Eh- that's just what siblings do~~"

"With medieval weapons?!"

"Says the guy with a stash of swords under his bed!~" Remus sing-songed teasingly.

"Oh like you have room to talk- You said you keep daggers under your pillow!"

"Shouldn't everyone? You should keep some under yours too, Mr Whiny Prissy Pants!"

"And there's the name calling again."

"Hey now, you know it's the older siblings job to pick on the younger-"

"But I'm the older sibling! I manifested my form first!"

"Eh, semantics-schmantics! Same diff!"

"You're completely unreasonable!"

"And you're too stuck up!"

Roman let out a growl and smacked a hand over Remus' face, pushing him away and breaking up the hug. Remus let out a huff and reached over to slap the back of Roman's head in retaliation. This caused them to descend into a full on slap fight, looking like a slapstick scene straight out of a comedy movie.

They roughhoused like this, like a pair of bickering elementary schoolers, until they eventually tired themselves out and flipped gracelessly back onto the floor. They both stared at the ceiling for a few silent seconds before bursting out into fits of crazed laughter.

"That was the worst hug ever! Hahaha!"

"Hey! I don't have much practice! Heeheehee!"

"Haha! We must look like a couple of insane people lying here!"

"Haha! I knooowww~~ You're room is sooo trashed!~Heehee!"

"Hey! You're the one that trashed it! Hahaha!"

"Well you're the one who invited me here brozilla! Hahahoo!"

"You're the one that brought us here! Hahaheh! I wanted to be in your room! Heh!"

Their laughter eventually died down. But just as Roman was about to drift off into sleep from his position lying on the floor, he heard Remus ask, "Do you still want to go to my room?"

Roman blinked his eyes open. He sat up and looked forlornly around his own bedroom. The thought of staying here seemed lonely, now that he'd finally reunited and reconciled with his brother. And the pictures and posters adorning the walls just reminded him of past memories that only hurt to think about right now. "......Yeah. Yes, actually." He turned to Remus, who had also sat back up, " I know, I know it sounds crazy but-"

"I like crazy!" Remus grinned and raised his fingers in preparation to snap, causing Roman to have a flashback to the previous time he did it.

"Wait! Don't turn the room upside down again! We can just sink through the floor like we normally-"

"Sink through the floor? Okay, if you say so!" His grin widened maniacally and he snapped his fingers.

The floor started to shift and cave in on itself, causing Roman's furniture to all move closer to the center. A hole slowly opened under where the brothers had been sitting that pulled them down into it. Roman screamed as they were both sucked into the abyss.

His scream ended abruptly as he was flung up into Remus' room, the hole now acting as a geyser of sorts. Roman landed in an unruly manner and was knocked out of breath while Remus landed swiftly on his knee before rolling up into a standing position.

"Home, Smelly Home!" He proudly declared with his hands on his hips, either unaware of or uncaring towards his brother's struggle to get up from the floor.

"Shouldn't have opened my big mouth..." Mumbled Roman as he dusted his clothes off and tried to straighten his appearance, only for his work to be completely undone when Remus yanked him into his side and rustled his hair with his elbow. "Hey! Stop that! Do you have any idea how long it takes to do my hair?"

"Eh, it was already messed up anyways." Remus slapped Roman's shoulder, "Now come on slowpoke, I'm gonna give you the grand tour!" Remus then ran off further into his room, causing Roman to have to chase after him in order to keep up.

Remus showed him his bedroom first, which had a mirrored layout to Roman's, but the furniture was darker and more rustic. The decorations looked more like something out of a haunted mansion than a grand palace, like Roman's did. Remus then stopped by his weapons closet, where he finally removed the flamberge sword from his stomach and tossed it haphazardly inside. From what Roman could make out before Remus had shut the door again was that the room looked bigger on the inside than the title 'closet' would suggest. Remus then pointed out a few more small areas of note before eventually leading Roman to the back door.

Every side's room had a front door- where the other sides could enter their room, and a backdoor- where each side could go out of their room and into their own personal section of the mindscape. Most sides referred to it as their 'backyard', of sorts.

Roman followed Remus out of his backdoor and onto a balcony overlooking a dark, twisted forest. The balcony itself was the same design as Roman's own balcony but was made up of black marble instead of white. There were a few cracks here and there, yet it was overall fairly stable. English Ivy crept along the rails and crawled down the side of the castle. There were no stairs in sight, unlike with his own balcony, leading Roman to wonder whether Remus would take the time to climb down the Ivy or simply jump off of the railing in order to enter his backyard.

Remus spread his arms out in a grand gesture before spinning around to sit backwards on the railing, facing Roman. "So, what do ya' think? Badass digs, right?"

Roman, lost in thought and not expecting the question, blurted out the first thing to cross his mind. "We have similar balconies."

Remus raised an amused brow. "No shit, Sher-cock. We're in the same castle. Same castle, same floor plan. Duh."

"Wait, the same castle…?"

Remus shrugged, leaning far enough back on the railing to have Roman worry about him falling over the side of it, "It split when we did. We still share a room and space... it's just-" He waved around a hand dismissively. "Halved, now."

"Ah...so that's the reason we can visit each other without going through our front doors…" Roman walked up to lean forwards on the railing, right beside Remus. "Wonder why I didn't question that sooner?" He rested his chin in his hand with a sigh. "All this time, we were even in the same castle...the same area of the mindscape...and I never- I never even bothered to visit-"

Remus, who had grown bored of the conversation and had started to pick his nose, interrupted Roman's spiral by flicking boogers at him. "Hey now, none of that. You did enough moping back in your own room, you cry baby.*

"Ugh! Ew!" Roman sputtered indignantly and pulled out a doily to wipe his face. "You're disgusting." He huffed.

Remus stuck his tongue out at him and laughed. "If you start saying sad shit again, I'll give you a wet willy." He then leaned towards Roman and started wiggling his fingers menacingly.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, bitch!"

"Well, if you do that, then I'll- Then I'll shove you off of the balcony!"

Remus faked a scandalized gasp and placed a hand over his chest while the other draped across his forehead. "You'd murder your own dearest brother?!"

"It wouldn't kill you, you overdramatic oaf, sides can't die!"

"You're calling me overdramatic?" Remus abandoned the pose to lean forward with a knowing grin. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."

"Oh shut up." Roman pushed Remus away, before turning around to sit beside him atop the railing.

Remus' eyes widened. "My goody two shoes brother is sitting precariously on a railing? Since when? Is it opposite day? "

"What do you mean? I do dangerous stuff all the time!"

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Roman gestured wildly, "I slay the dragons! I defeat the monsters! I save the people! I...fight the bad guys…" Roman deflated as his hands fell beside him to lock the rail in a death grip. "But I guess I failed at all of that, huh? So much for being a goody two shoes…"

Remus hummed in thought, nails tapping against the black marble. His legs swayed back and forth as they both looked up at the night sky above them in companionable silence. Roman eventually let out a forlorn sigh and relaxed his grip on the railing. Suddenly, Remus let out a loud gasp and clapped his hands together, startling Roman who in turn almost tipped over the edge of the balcony.

"I have the best idea!"

"Oh no, you're planning something. That can never be good."

" No, no! Really, really! Listen, listen!" Remus smacked Roman's arm and shoulder excitedly in-between each word.

"Okay, okay! Just stop!" Roman slapped Remus' hands away. "Tell me then brother, what is it?"

Remus beamed and jumped to stand back on the balcony. "Okay so, you're saying that the other sides are shutting you out, right? And that they made you feel like a stinky doodoo head?"

"Gee, thanks for reminding me. Totally helps me feel better." Roman grimaced with a sarcastic thumbs up as Remus paced back and forth.

"Right! So, they're starting to treat you like a villain. And J-Anus as a good guy?"

"I- I guess? That's like the bare essentials of what happened...I mean, that's what it seems like--Ugh, just what are you getting at?!"

Remus stopped pacing to spin towards Roman and spread his hands out. "So why not just be a villain?"

"......what?"

"Join the dark sides with me!" Remus then awkwardly faked a modeling pose. "We have great fashion! And weapons! Lots of weapons!"

Roman scoffed. "I know, I saw your weapons closet." He slid off the railing to stand in front of his brother. "But what makes you think I'd want to be a villain?"

"Well, they made you feel fucking awful, right?" Remus leaned forward with a menacing grin, "So why not give them a little hell in return?"

"What, as in revenge?! I'm supposed to be a purveyor of justice!"

Remus shrugged and started circling Roman. "Where's the justice in always shutting you out? Of always telling you that everything you do is wrong? Of splitting us apart?" He stopped to put his hands on Roman's shoulders again. "Aren't you tired of trying to be a good guy all the time? Don't you just want to let loose and raise a little hell?"

Roman bit his lip and wrung his hands together. He looked down at his feet as his brother's words rang through his head. Where was the justice in that? He had always tried to do the right thing before. To be the good guy. To be the hero. But no one ever appreciated his efforts. Instead they always, always focused only on his mistakes.

The other sides' voices chimed off in his head.

"Roman, you can't do that." "Shut up Roman." "That was wrong, Roman." "Stop being so dramatic, Roman."

He pushed those invading voices furiously away and tried to reorganize his thoughts.

Him, joining the dark sides? Could it even be done? A light side had never switched over to the dark side before... Well, unless you counted the original Creativity and their split. Where a part of that Creativity had...had been pushed to the dark sides and…

Roman's eyes widened in realization as he looked back up at his brother. "You too." He breathed out.

Remus squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose at him. "Hah?"

"Always being shut out. Always being told everything you do is wrong. Being forced to split apart." Roman grabbed the hands that were on his shoulders to move them down and squeeze them reassuringly. "You experienced all of that too. Even more than I did…Don't you want to raise hell too?"

Roman grinned in a very in unprincely manner and released Remus' hands. He swept his arms aside in a grand motion. "Let's raise hell together, brother. What do you say?"

Remus stared at him blankly for a moment before breaking out into a shit eating grin of his own. "Hell yeah! Hell mother fucking yeah!" He jumped up and down excitedly and clapped his hands. "Oh! We're gonna have so much fun! Those butt holes have no idea what's coming."

Roman chuckled fondly at his brother's enthusiasm. He felt lighter than he had in years. Free of responsibility. Free of expectations. Free of limitations. Free to do whatever he wanted. Speaking of which…

"You mentioned fashion earlier, didn't you?" Roman pulled at the hem of his shirt in thought before smirking up at Remus. "I believe for me to officially join the dark sides, a makeover may be in order."

Remus nodded and grabbed his brother's hand to drag him back inside, chanting, "Makeover time! Makeover time!" The entire way while pumping his fist victoriously into the air.

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The next morning, in Thomas' living room.

"-and a part of taking care of yourself is to not self-deprecate." Janus was explaining, standing next to Logan.

"Yeah, you've gotta compliment yourself sometimes, Thomas!" Patton added happily.

Thomas scratched the back of his head nervously. "I don't know guys... isn't that a little…"

"Conceited?" Virgil cut in, glaring over at Janus' before looking back to Thomas. "What if we end up doing that out loud in front of others? What if people think we're stuck up?"

"Well, it's better than always thinking so negatively of himself." Janus spat out.

"Janus has a point, Virgil. It's been proven that constant self-deprecating behavior can have a wide range of negative effects on one's psyche and mental health." Logan chinned in while adjusting his glasses. "Which could also lead to eventual negative effects on one's physical health, including-"

"Well, I mean yeah!-" Virgil rushed to interrupt, "He shouldn't think too badly of himself...but he shouldn't think too highly of himself, either!" He uncrossed his arms and gestured towards the empty space where Roman usually stood. "I mean, what if Thomas ends up as stuck up as Princy here, huh? What would you do then-"

"Wait-" Thomas interrupted him, "Where is Roman? Has anyone seen him lately?"

The sides fell silent as they all looked curiously towards the empty spot.

"I haven't seen him since Janus joined us... Patton, didn't you check up on him or something?"

"Well, yeah! Of course I did kiddo!" Patton nodded then pouted, "He didn't seem to want to talk to me though…"

"Has anyone actually talked to Roman in a while? Where is he?"

The sides gave Thomas varying degrees of shrugs and noncommittal answers in response.

Thomas sighed, "Really, guys?" He then looked towards the corner again and called out, "Roman! Are you there? Are you listening? If so, come on up! You should join us!"

They waited in awkward silence for a while for Roman to appear, or to at least respond to Thomas' call...until they heard a deep chuckle emanating from behind the tv.

"Join you? Nope! Not possible~"

Hands crept out from behind the tv, grabbing onto the wall, causing everyone in the room to immediately be alert. They remembered the last time they saw hands there...this couldn't be good! Something was wrong! Sure enough, Remus slowly emerged, climbing up the wall as if he was a lizard. He then twisted his head around, causing Patton to almost faint from fear. Thomas, meanwhile, backed away as far as he could without falling over the couch.

"I'm afraid he's already joined someone else!~"

Remus jumped off of the wall to land in Roman's designated spot. His head and body shifted back to their original positions and he grinned at the others with his arms spread out. Now, the others could see that along with his usual attire, he also donned a crooked and cracked silver crown atop his head. His purplish eyeshadow was gone, instead replaced with a messily applied sparkly silver eyeshadow. Some of the glitter from it fell down the sides of his face to freckle his cheeks as well. The wide grin of his lips was painted in a deep green lipstick.

"Me!"

"Remus…?" Janus breathed out, confused.

"I didn't call for you! I called for Roman!" Thomas shouted once he had regained his composure from witnessing such a horrifying sight.

Virgil bristled and stood up from where he had been leaning against the stairs. "Where is he? What did you do with him?" He bared his teeth at Remus as if he was an agitated guard dog.

Remus put his hands on his hips and threw his head back with a laugh. "What did I do to him?" He leaned forward with a smirk. "What did you do to him? Huh?"

"Wha-what do you mean? W-we didn't do anything..." Stammered out Patton.

"Also, did he change his makeup?" Muttered Thomas, "It actually looks kinda good…"

"Focus on the main issue here, dudes!" Virgil snapped his fingers at them both before turning back to Remus. "Okay, whatever. It doesn't matter wherever you put him, just give him back!"

Remus chuckled and stepped to the side, "You hear that, dear brother? Sounds like they're ready for you to come out!~"

At that, the tv seemed to flicker to life. A colorful error screen appeared and started to crackle and fizz. As the glow from the tv lit up the room, the rest of the room started to glitch along with it.

The sides glanced around nervously, fear creeping into their bones once more.

"What's going on? What's happening to the room?!" Thomas panicked.

Logan placed a hand on his chin. "These types of spatial effects seeming to happen in Thomas' physical living room instead of just inside the mindscape...could it be?"

"No…" Gasped Janus, "No, it can't be!"

"Oh but it can!~" Announced another voice from inside the tv.

Hands reached out from inside the error screen to grasp the sides of the tv. A form slowly climbed out of the tv and stepped into the living room.

"......Roman? What on earth are you wearing?!" Virgil waved a hand incredulously at his new get up.

Roman, now fully standing beside Remus in his usual spot, smirked at Virgil and flicked his cape. "It's called fashion, Midnight Query."

Roman's usual outfit was now black in all of the areas it used to be white. On top of that, he wore a red velvet cape with a white and black spotted fur trim. On his shoulder laid a skull where the cape connected and clasped shut. His upper eyelid was decorated in sparkly gold eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner which spread out into a cat-eye look. His smirk donned blood red lipstick and a crown identical to Remus' was atop his head, except his crown was golden and not crooked or cracked at all. He looked like he had stepped right out of a fairytale…but as an evil king instead of a noble prince.

"Perhaps you should try it sometime, Dark and Dreary. It might make you look less…" Roman made a point of looking Virgil up and down before waving his hand at him with a scowl, "Drab."

"Roman! Where have you been? I missed you. Your makeup looks great!" Patton rambled ecstatically.

"Missed me?" He sneered, "Ha! I bet you all didn't even realize that I was gone." Roman then looked down to check his meticulously manicured nails with a bored expression.

"Of course we did! That's why I called you!" Insisted Thomas.

Roman tsked and shook his head. "Oh Thomas, Thomas. Always the peacemaker." He moved the hand he had been checking to flip his cape over his shoulder. "But I'm not here to make peace. We're here to raise hell. Isn't that right, brother?"

In response, Remus summoned a pitch black flamberge sword and stabbed the blade into the ground. "Hell yeah we are!"

The area of the floor that he smashed cracked open to reveal an eerie green and yellow glow. Small shadow hands emerged as little demons started crawling through the cracks.

Roman summoned a longsword with a ruby embedded in its hilt and slashed at the wall. Red and orange flames burst forth from the rip as even more shadow demons started to join them.

The glitching of the room from the tv screen grew at an alarming rate, some of the glitches covering entire pieces of furniture.

"What on earth is happening!?" Thomas screamed, gesturing wildly at, well, everything.

"Roman, you need to stop this now!" Virgil growled, slipping into his Tempest Tongue.

"Yeah kiddo," chuckled Patton nervously as he tried to wrestle his hoodie away from a demon that was currently trying to steal it. "Isn't this a tad bit extreme?"

Roman laughed darkly, raising his sword into a shrug. "And why should I?"

Remus rested his elbow on Roman's shoulder, "We haven't even begun to have our fun yet!"

Janus narrowed his eyes at Remus, "Remus, this is not what I meant when I said-"

"Blah blah blah!" Remus mimed a mouth with his hand. "That's all you are, anacon-don't. All talk, no action!"

"What's going on?! Why isn't anyone answering me?!"

"Well, Thomas, it appears that Roman and Remus have initiated-" Logan started only to get interrupted by Virgil.

"They started Daymare Mode!" Virgil shouted as he angrily threw a demon that had been crawling on him into the wall, knocking it out instantly.

"Daymare Mode? What's Daymare Mode?!"

"It's a combination of Daydream Mode and Nightmare Mode." Janus explained while shaking a demon off of his hat with a sneer, "It's a state Creativity can only achieve when it's whole…"

"So, what? They can affect the real world now that they're working together?!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Thomas." Chastised Logan, "You're technically just hallucinating-"

"I'm hallucinating?!"

"Yes, that is what I just said."

A demon tugged at Logan's pant leg only to be sent running away in fear by a well-placed harsh glare.

Patton, finally having gotten his hoodie free, tied it back around his shoulders and clapped his hands. "Okay, you two! That's enough. I'm not sure what's gotten into you today, but-"

"Oh no, no, no." Roman waved a finger at him, "I'm afraid we're not going to be listening to you anymore, padre."

"We've got our own plans, Daddy DingDong!"

"Oh yeah?" Hissed Janus, "And what exactly are those?"

"You can't do them, whatever they are!" Virgil yelled out as he stomped on another demon's tail, sending it hopping away in pain. "We won't let you. I won't let you!"

Remus and Roman exchanged amused glances before turning back to the others.

"You don't have to let us do anything," Roman hummed, "We're the kings. We shall do whatever we want." He waved a dismissive hand.

"Hear ye, Hear ye! The Twin Kings of Creativity!" Hollered Remus, as both twins raised their swords triumphantly in the air, "We take no shit and kick some ass!"

"To us!" Roman high fived Remus' hand, then turned to grin menacingly at the others, "And now, time for you to go to hell."

"To hell?!" Thomas gasped, looking desperately back and forth at the other sides.

Logan's eyes widened, having figured out what they were planning to do. "Roman, if I'm correct- and I always am- then I'd advise against-"

"Too late, Deuce Banner!" Remus shouted triumphantly as he and Roman clashed their weapons together. The sound from the clang resonated in all of their heads, making their vision blurry.

Thomas gripped the sides of his head, trying to get the ringing to stop hurting his ears. His head felt like it was splitting open. And then, there was nothing. Just a fade to black.

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Thomas gasped for air as he woke up. Wait, woke up? Had it all been a dream? Thank god-!

"Well, well, well. It's about damn time." Drawled Roman.

"We thought you were never gonna come to!" Laughed Remus.

Thomas jumped up in surprise from where he'd been laying on the floor, only to immediately regret moving so harshly as he felt his head swim. "Ow ow ow." He gripped his forehead and peered around, "What-"

"Welcome, welcome!" Roman proclaimed as he spread his arms out in a grand gesture. "To the Kingdom of Creativity."

Thomas looked up to see Roman and Remus sitting side by side on twin thrones, one gold with red cushions and one silver with green cushions. Roman sat up straight with impeccable posture and one leg crossed over the other. Remus lay sideways across his throne, kicking his feet and tossing what appeared to be a grenade up and down as if it was a baseball.

"...What? Where am I?"

"We just told you." Scoffed Roman, "You're in the Kingdom of Creativity." At Thomas' confused frown, he continued, "You're in our room, Thomas."

"Your room?" Thomas looked around at the ornate throne room. "It doesn't look like my living room, like the others' did."

"That's cause we're not as boring as the other sides." Sighed Roman, "We have much more pizazz." He gestured at the room around them. "We did some redecorating recently, actually. What do you think, hmm?"

The throne room was mainly black, with silver and gold furniture giving the darkness a stark contrast. Banners of their two symbols hung on opposite sides of the room in correspondence with each side's throne. Overall it gave off a majestic yet eerie feel.

"It's- Um." Thomas finally stood up from his position on the floor and glanced around nervously. "It's certainly something. But um, where are the others…?"

He had long since noticed that it was just him and the twins in this room. The others had seemingly vanished into thin air. Their continued disappearance was making him more and more uneasy as each second ticked by.

Remus huffed and casually threw the grenade over his shoulder and out a window, causing an explosion to be heard outside. "What's wrong Thomathy, our room not up to snuff with the others? You prefer Daddyo's and Scene-Kid's rooms? Huh?"

"What? No!" Thomas raised his hands placatingly, not wanting to anger the two currently volatile sides, "You're room is fine! It's great! It's just they were here and now they're not here and I was just wondering-"

"They're off on their own adventure right now, Thomas." Roman butted in. He leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. "That doesn't matter, though. What matters right now is us. Don't you want to stay here with us, Thomas? We can show you around the castle~!"

"Um- No, that's fine... No thank you." Thomas smiled as his voice shook. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here... I need to find the others."

Roman's pleased smile immediately fell into a scowl, "Fine, then. You want to see the others so badly?" He stood up from his throne and gestured for his brother to do the same. "Then why don't you just join them already!"

The both summoned their new weapons again, causing Thomas to start to panic. "Wait! Don't! Not again!"

"Too late, Thomas. You should have accepted our gracious offer."

"We could've had so much fun together!" Chirped Remus.

"And we will! You're just not ready yet, it seems." Roman sighed with a disappointed frown, "Now, for the time being~"

"Have fun in hell instead!~" The twins chimed in unison as they clashed their swords together for a second time.

The clanging rang in Thomas' already aching head as everything fell into the blackness once more.

#creativitwins #Darkside!roman #darkside roman #dark!roman #my fics #sanders sides #sanders side fic #i had too much fun writing this #though the living room scene was way too many characters to keep up with holy shit #yes i ended it on a cliffhanger no i am not sorry #will i continue this au?? probably not lmao #the rest is up to your i-m-a-g-i-n-a-t-i-o-n!~~~

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Summary: Spencer gets out of jail and reunites with Y/N but is afraid he has changed too much.

Warnings: crying, angst, mentions of prison, mentions of injury (very minor)

words: 2.4 K

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Gn!Reader

A/N: its been a while so I thought I would write a single chapter thing to please the people. if anyone has any cool ideas for another single or even a multichap lmk, I would be happy to oblige.

*I do not own any CM characters.

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I scurried around Spencer and I’s apartment hastily grabbing his old satchel and tossing a jacket into it. Even since he left for prison this was the only bag I would use, no matter how many things I had to carry I would only use his satchel. It was just a way for me to be with him even if I couldn’t really be with him. The first visit anyone from the team had with him he made them promise that they wouldn't let me go see him. He said he would call me when he could, and he did, or tried too, but after a week the calls stopped. JJ assured me that he was okay, she continued to see him once a week and would always call me and update me every chance she got, but it just wasn't enough. I needed to see him.

So today, I woke up. I called the prison to let them know I would be visiting, and I packed up to leave. I was more nervous today than I was on the day he was put in there. That day I was so confident that he would be fine, I thought it was a cut and dry thing and he would be home for dinner that night, but he wasn't. Just as I put my hand on the doorknob to leave I heard a ring come from my phone inside Spencer's satchel. I looked down at it to see a picture of JJ holding Henry lighting up my screen in the dark of my apartment.

“JJ, hi, I was about to call you actually, well sort of, i'm on my way to see Spence and I know he didn't want me to come, but I think I have a way to get him out of there and I just need to be the one to tell him you know?”

She was silent on the other end for a second before taking a very deep breath.

“Y/N, he's here.”

“What do you mean he's here, are you at the prison?”

“No, Y/N, he’s at the BAU, he's been out for a day”

Right away my mind went to all sorts of places I knew it shouldn't.

“Why didn't anyone tell me! What, does he not want to see me! Is he even okay?” I was screaming into the phone even though I knew it wasn't fair to her. Whatever this was, it wasn't JJ’s fault.

“Hey, hey! Don't go there, it wasn't like that I promise. As soon as we got him out we had to throw him into a case, he wanted to call you I promise but, Y/N, it was about Cat.”

“He was out for less than a day and that bitch tried to take him away from me again? Where is he, he couldn't have called me?”

“It wasn't just about Cat, it was about his mom, listen she's fine now, everything’s okay, but I need you to come get him from the BAU. he needs you to take him home. He needs you”

“I’m on my way”

It was those last three words that got me out of my head. Who was I to be angry at him when poor Spence had gone through so much. Still with his satchel on my shoulder I finally left our small apartment. Barely moved into before he was taken from me so abruptly. It just wasn't fair, the universe had it out for him I swear, first his mom gets sick, and then when he goes to help her he’s almost killed, and then he was convicted for something we all know he would never in a million years do, he won't even tell me what happened in there because it was so bad, and then he finally gets out, unbeknownst to me, is thrown into a case before he can even call, has to go back to that horrible women who tears him apart. Even just thinking about it makes me cry for him. He didn't deserve any of it.

I wipe a few stray tears from my eyes as I step into the car and put his satchel on the passenger's side of the car. I look up at the picture of him I placed on the console and place it back in my bag, ever so ready to replace it with the real thing.

“I'm coming Spence”

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The drive from our apartment to the BAU is particularly long, but it seemed even shorter to me this time. Maybe I was speeding, who knows, but I was almost surprised when suddenly I found myself in the parking garage outside of their buildings, as if my brain had decided it wasn’t important to focus on driving when there was something more important to come.

I grabbed the brown satchel and threw it on my shoulder before running into the elevator and frantically pressing the level six button repeatedly. Spencer's voice in my head chuckled, you know that wont make it go faster, right? He's so close. I couldn't help the tears that started to fall again as I took shaky breaths to calm myself. I didn't know what sort of pain he was in right now, and it wouldn't be fair of me to make him have to take care of me. I wiped them off again as the elevator stopped on floor six. I waited impatiently for the doors to open and tears started again no matter how hard I wanted them to stop. And then the doors opened.

It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. He had obviously heard the elevator ding and began walking towards it as the doors were opening slowly. So when, finally, the doors were opened all the way he was facing me, battered and bruised and opening up the glass doors I had seen him behind many times before. I was frozen as I looked at him. He was there, he was my Spencer but, different. I took one step out of the elevator before I just stopped breathing all together,. He walked toward me still with the whole team behind him, sorry looks on their faces. I finally unfroze and ran the distance to him, throwing myself into his arms. It startled him and he flinched but wrapped his arms around me automatically.

“It's you,” I said in between sobs and he nestled his head into my neck.

“Its me”

I continued to cry as he held me. When I finally lifted my head from his shoulder I looked at his team, who were staring lovingly back at me. I looked at all of them and mouthed; thank you, before pulling back from Spencer to kiss him. His lips were chapped and mine were salty. But the love that he put into that kiss was more than I had ever felt from him. When we finally broke apart I clung to him as we walked into the elevator. The entire interaction was about ten minutes, all of which were just me crying as he held me. Ten minutes seemed like a lifetime to me.

In the elevator he was silent. He looked down at the floor, obviously deep in thought and I just started at him. The more I looked the more worried I became. For each second I looked at him I saw one more cut, one more bruise, one more scar that wasn't there the last time I saw him. Even though he didn't look up at me or even speak at all, he put a hand on the crook of my elbow like he always used to and held it tight for the entire walk back to the car. He still had a slight limp from the incident last week. It served as yet another reminder to me that the Spencer I’m with right now is not the same Spencer that i knew before.

The drive home again felt short. He never spoke and neither did I, but I could feel his gaze on me as I drove, just trying to tell if I was really there. When we made it up the stairs to our apartment door he stood behind me and stared at the door. When I opened it with my keys and held it open for him he shook his head quickly as if trying to wake himself up from something and then finally walked inside. Every move he made was like he was afraid of hurting himself or me.

“Go sit, i'll make you something to eat”

I wasn't going to say it for fear of sounding like a grandmother, but he looked very thin. I mean I love my string bean boyfriend don't get me wrong, but this wasn't healthy.

I reheated him some Rossi pasta leftovers that I knew he would love before placing it in front of him at the counter. I sat on a stool beside him and got a comb to work through his hair. He ate tentatively but seemed to relax as I brushed through his hair. The comb did nothing so eventually I just worked my fingers through his curly locks, trying to bring more comfort than fix it.

That entire night we didn't speak at all. Well, he didn't. Every once in a while I would talk to him, just one sided things, i'll go clean up, why don't you get changed, let’s go to bed. And finally when we laid in bed I moved all the way onto his side and tried to have as much of me touching him as possible. He touched my back carefully, like he was afraid of breaking me. Eventually I fell asleep, but I don't know if he ever did. At some point I suppose he must have because he woke me up screaming. Rocking himself back and forth with glassy eyes and heaving.

“Spence? Spencer, you're okay! Look at me hey,-” I moved so that I was sitting in front of him but was careful not to touch him.

“You're okay, i'm right here, it’s okay” the screaming stopped but the glassy look in his eyes stayed and he still cried and rocked back and forth. He looked so..pained. After he had stopped screaming I placed a tentative hand on his arm careful to do it slowly so I wouldn't startle him. He flinched and looked at me with terrified eyes.

“Don’t, please, don’t.” I took my hand away but started to cry.

“Spencer, you aren't going to hurt me, it's okay.” he shook his head and looked almost angry through his tears.

“You don't. You don't know that.” so that's what this was about.

“Of course I do. I know you, and you would never hurt me, I know that.” I was crying but trying to keep myself calm so i wouldn't startle him.

“Do you know what I did today?” he raised his voice a little and his eyebrows pulled together.

“Did JJ tell you that she had to pull me off of Cat?” i could feel my heart breaking into pieces, he wasn't just scared of hurting me for nothing, he had actually hurt someone.

“Did she tell you that I put my hands around her neck and shoved her against a wall? Did she tell you that I wanted to- no, that I would have killed her. If she wasn’t there to pull me off I would have killed someone. Did she tell you that?”

I sat there in shock not knowing what to say. She hadn't told me.

“Spencer you had good reason, anyone who’s been through what you have would-”

“Would what? Kill someone?”

“Spencer I know you wouldn't hurt me!”

“No, you don’t! Prison changed me, Y/N, i'm not the person you loved anymore!”

“Don't you dare say that! I love you Spencer! I love you now and I loved you then, you are the same person that I loved!”

“No. no i’m not. The Spencer that you fell in love with would never have done that. Would never have done this.”

He gestured to me, we were both crying fervently, covered in salty tears and snot. I was still sitting in front of him on the bed.

“Don't tell me that it didn't change me. It did. It did change me.”

“Fine. it changed you. It also changed me. And you know how it changed us both?” I looked him dead in the eyes and placed a hand on his cheek wiping away a few tears.

“It made you more compassionate. More observant. It made you even more.. You. and it only made me love this new you more. So yes, yes it changed you, but that doesn’t mean I don't love you, that doesn't mean you are suddenly less deserving of love! I love you Spencer Reid, and I won't stop doing that just because you went through hell! You got out! And I am here! So why don't you just shut up and let me love you!”

He was silent for a couple of minutes after. We had both stopped crying. He placed a hand on my cheek just like mine was on his and looked me in the eyes with a small smile.

“Well, what's that for” I was still crying a little but when I heard him chuckle it took all of my tears away.

“Well, you told me to shut up and let you love me, so that's what I'm doing.”

he laughed a little, but bit his lip after he said it, trying to make himself stop laughing. But as soon as he said it I started laughing. The both of us laughed at each other. Snot covered and torn apart, but somehow still laughing.

“You know, I threw a book today” he laughed and pulled me into his chest where I looked up at him.

“A book? My goodness, maybe you aren't the same man after all!” I laughed at him and he shook his head as he smiled down at me.

“Nah, same man, I felt really bad afterword and made Garcia order another copy”

We both laughed and he kissed the top of my head. He slid down so we were both laying down in bed again. After a few minutes I noticed that his breathing was slow and steady. He was asleep. Peacefully asleep. I looked at him from his chest and with a small tear on my face kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you Spencer Reid. Always”

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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What’s On Your Mind?

About: You can’t sleep and Shawn has no problem putting his girl to sleep. SMUT. dom vibes/verbal shawn

A/N: 1.6k of a dream I had last night. quarantine got me FEELING things. Mainy horny lmao. Requests and my inbox are open if you feel like.

Song: What’s On Your Mind by K CAMP

His hands were rubbing over your ass, soft soothing circles to help lull you to sleep. Until his fingers danced dangerously close to your panties.

“What’s my baby doing up?” Shawn asks after seeing the clock read 2am. Usually you were knocked out before him and awake and starting your day before he even realized you left the bed. You were painfully conscious of his fingers and the games they were playing.

“Couldn’t s-sleep,” you stuttered out, the movement of his hands keeping your mind wide awake.

“Known that much, you were squirming all over my cock.”

“Shawn,” you gasped and flinched at his filthy mouth. He was in one of those moods, and he made you aware of it fast. You could have sworn you felt a dripping pool in your panties.

“What?” he said innocently. “Weren’t you just lecturing me about communication last night?” His hand fully slipped into your pannties and cupped you, rocking his hand back and forth against for emphasis. “This is me communicating.” You let out a low hiss as he took no time entering you. Two of his fingers were rubbing your walls in the most sinful way. You felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head.

“Fuckk,” you dragged out in a moan that made his cock twitch. Your hand flew to your mouth to cover your moans. Hearing your voice in his ear made Shawn speed up, edging you on to scream for him. He turned and kissed your temple.

“Honey, we know you’re not quiet. Let it out for me. Wanna hear you,” he whispered. The words went straight to your core, and you clenched around him without warning, forcing him to imagine how you’d feel wrapped around him. “Fuck, if you don’t cum I will.” You bite your lip, painfully hard.

His head was resting on your thighs as he mouthed at your clothed clit. Just his breathe over you had your hips jerking. He slapped your thigh.

“Relax,” he said with a casual smirk as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to you.

“Would be,” you said panting, “easier if you actually did something.” You were annoyed. You were horny, and you needed a release. Now. Shawn looked up at you, eyes hard. He completely moved away from your pussy, eliciting a loud whine on your end. His hand snaked up your body, stopping to flick at your hard nipples repeatedly. Your back instinctively arched up into his touch. “Shaw-” You felt a fresh spank delivered straight to your pussy, your clit throbbing from the impact. The sound that left your mouth was unheard of to Shawn, spurring him on more.

“Princess, I think you’ve forgotten the rules, since I’ve been on tour. In this bed? You listen. Yes?” His lips were leaves trails down your neck and across your body to your other ear. “You starting to remember?” Your mind was racing and you couldn’t process an answer, aside from a nod.” Your clit felt the impact of another spank. “Didn’t I teach you to use your words, princess?”

“Yes!” you gasp out. Every move he made, you felt intensified. He smiled, a full on, big smile.

“That’s my girl,” he moved his kisses down your body, lingering in his favorite spots along the way. “My pretty.” Kiss. “Pretty girl.” He made his way back to his favorite set of lips, now eye level with your clit. He chuckled. “You’re so fucking wet. You love this shit.” You whined and squirmed under his intense gaze. “Tell me.” Confusion managed to flash across your face as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Wha-”

“You heard me.” His voice bounced off the walls, echoing his dominance throughout the entire room. At this point, you swear you could feel yourself dripping onto the satin sheets. He laughed again, bitterly, and you could tell he was annoyed. “Baby, you know I hate repeating myself.”

“Shawn, please,” you whined, growing tired of all the teasing.

“Beg.”

“Shawn!” You’re annoyed now. You’ve been patient. You’ve let him play his games, but you aren't laughing anymore. Suddenly, you feel two fingers slip inside you and you can’t help but fall on your back with a moan. ‘Finally’ you thought, until you realized those fingers weren’t moving.

“I asked you to do something, princess. I. Said. Beg.” he emphasized by pushing his fingers in deeper with each word.

“Fuck! Shawn I need you.” He turned his head to switch between nibbling at your thighs and pressing soft kisses to your flesh.

“More.”

“Oh my god.” You moaned exasperated until it turned into a yell when you felt another slap. You were absolutely throbbing.

“Only good girls get to come, so if I were you, I’d start listening.”

“Please, please, please Shawn. I need-- I need you to let me cum, please. I need you.” you begged, desperation dripping from you. He flashed you a shit eating grin and pressed one final kiss to your thigh.

“Anything for you, princess,” he said with a wink before focusing his attention to where you needed him most. You felt his tongue lick from the bottom to your clit. He wrapped his lips around you and started sucking up everything you were giving him. His tongue delivered little licks to the bud, sending your hips rolling into the sheets. You didn’t catch him rolling his eyes and throwing his forearm over your stomach to keep you down. “Can’t work if you keep moving, honey.” His fingers were stroking over your entrance as his tongue was lapping at your bud. The days he spent in the gym were torturing you as his arm pinned you to the bed, unable to squirm at the assault.

“Bab-fuck! Please! Right there,” you’re gasping. He’s smirking, full-on satisfied grin.

“Huh? What was that, princess?” The pads of his fingers are rough and assaulting your g-spot. “You said I did what?” He leans into you, hot breath fanning over your ear. “I found your little spot?” You’re hot. Shawn’s words are making you tingle in all the right places. “Found that little spot that makes you go mad for me? Makes you see stars? You look so sexy right now, honey. Wish you could see yourself. Just waiting for me to wreck you. Fuck,” he swears and sucks on your neck. “Love seeing you like this. Can’t last much longer watching you, so I need you to come for me. Can you do that for me, honey? Can you squeeze me and cum all over my fingers like my good little girl?” You felt like you were floating. You couldn’t focus on anything but his sickeningly sweet focus and how good he was making you feel. “Baby, use your words for me.”

“C-close. Sha- I’m close,” you used all the energy you had to respond, so he didn’t take your orgasm away because you needed it. Badly. You couldn’t have him threaten to make you go to bed without cumming, or else you’d really not be able to sleep.

“Then do it. Let me take care of you. Let go for me, honey; I’ve got you.” The softer his words got, the harder he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, the sound alone forcing his cock to twitch repeatedly. You felt it coming, the familiar feeling in your stomach was about to spread throughout your body, and Shawn knew it. “That’s it. Give it to me, (Y/N).” It didn’t take much until you felt every nerve in your body on fire. You couldn’t help but clench around him, trying to contain your orgasm. He moves his arm from over your hips to watch you squirm and wither for him. He looks up at you as you ride it out, making sure to take a mental picture for when he’s on tour and needing something to guide his filthy late night thoughts.

“Oh .. my god,” you choked out between gasps for air. He’s rubbing your thighs now, slowing his fingers to help you come down. “You’re ok, (Y/N). I’ve got you.” Soft kisses are being pressed to your tummy as you come back down to reality. “Come back to me, honey.” He’s patient, running his hands over your body to soothe over all the marks he left. “Can you open your eyes for me, honey? Wanna see those pretty eyes.” No matter how demanding in bed, as soon as you’ve reached your high, he’s back to momma bear mode and checking on his baby. Once your head is done thrashing from side to side, your eyes are fluttering open to shoot him a lazy grin.” He smiles up at you with that goofy grin, a mix of pride and joy having given you an amazing orgasm. “There’s my girl.” You giggle, not fully down from the high.

“Thanks Shawn,” you whisper to him as he leaves the foot of the bed and comes back up to pull you on top of his chest.” He laughs and his chest rumbles, shaking you slightly.

“What?” Your eyes were closed, but you could imagine his were crinkled in a smile.

“Just felt that I had to thank someone for how good that felt.” He let out another laugh and squeezed you impossibly tight, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“You’re so fucking cute.” Your hand laid over his heart, and you felt the need of sleep wash over you.

“Shawn?”

“Yes, honey?” he whispered into the still of the night.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

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fugmanssexystories · 3 years

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Trigger Warning

Fantasy to Reality

She told very few people about her fantasy, her fantasy of being attacked, her fantasy of being molested and taken. She had the want, the desire to be forced, and she confided this in me.

This is not something that could be planned out ahead of time, this had to be spur of the moment. It absolutely had to be raw, lustful, exciting, and just downright orgasmic for her. I was fulfilling a fantasy, it had to be real!

I waited for the perfect timing, she was off for the day, no one else around, it would be perfect. When I pulled up to her house, the feelings, the anxiety, hoping that she truly wanted this filled my thoughts, I was shaking at the thoughts.

Her house was empty, she was the only one at home. If it was ever to happen, it would have to be today.

I walked around her house, peeking in every window, just to see if I could see her. I needed to know where to go in where she would not see me, if she saw me, the fantasy would be blown.

Around the back of the house there was a set of sliding glass doors, curtains partially covering the view. I peeked in and saw her doing the laundry. She was in just a pair of light shorts and a tank top, somewhat revealing, sexy, perfect for the fantasy.

I only brought two items with me that day, a pillowcase, and a pair of handcuffs. I tested the door, it was unlocked. I quietly slid the door just wide enough so I can enter, closing the door behind me silently.

When I approached her, she was bent over trying to get clothes out of the washer. I waited until she stood up, and roughly put the pillow case over her head. I grabbed for her wrists as she started to struggle I put them behind her back and fasten them with the handcuffs. She was not going anywhere and she knew it, she was completely at my mercy.

She was thrashing about wildly, trying to break free. She wasn't going anywhere, and she knew it. She had no choice but to ride out the events that were about to happen.

She was kicking around trying to hit someone or somewhere painful enough to her attacker. I caught her legs and sat down on her knees to keep them from hurting me. I put my hand down on her neck and spoke loudly, "stop, I don't want to hurt you, do as you are told and you will be fine."

She did not settle down at all, I noticed a coat hook on the wall and I got an idea. I helped her to her feet and walked over to the wall. Again, I spoke sternly, "do as you are told, don't resist and you will live through this, now are you going to fight me?"

Quietly, she uttered the word, "no!"

I spun her around and unhooked one if her wrists, she immediately punched me, I put one hand on her throat and the other pinned her free wrist to the wall. She cried out, but I held on until she calmed down. I released the pressure on her neck and grabbed the handcuffed wrist and brought it to the wall hook, then I joined her other wrist and clicked the handcuff around it.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute, her breathing was labored and shallow. She was scared and nervous about what was going to happen next. I watched as she stood terrified with her arms hooked above her head revealing her belly button.

I looked at her, her entire body, barely covered in her skimpy outfit, her shapely figure. Wow, what a vision. She jumped when my hand touched her bare skin, goosebumps appeared and that made her that much sexier.

My hand caressed her stomach, and she began to calm down slightly. I raised her shirt softly with one hand and roughly grabbed her breast with the other. Squeezing roughly and pinching her nipple tightly with my fingertips. She screamed out against the assault, and I reminded her, "do as your told, stop screaming...now!"

She quieted down, but she was crying softly. She struggled to turn away from me, but I just tightened my grip and she settled down again.

I slid my hands down her body and slowly slid her shorts down her legs. Her skin catching the light from the nearby window. the sweat of her overly excited body glistened from the rays, betraying her. Moistness shine beneath the tiny patch of pubic hair. I could tell, she was loving every second of this.

With both hands I spread her legs open violently and slapped her opening sharply. She cried out in pain. Immediately after I slapped her again, I roughly rubbed her privates. Her cries turned into moans as her lips started to ooze excitement. I slapped again, harder this time and she moaned louder as the contact echoed through the empty house. Next slap, I concentrated on her erect clit,. Her moan got louder, again, louder still. My hands becoming soaked with her juices as it became harder and harder for her to hide her arousal. I swear I heard her sigh as I let her feet back to the floor.

I wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination, I was just getting started. I lifted the handcuffs off the hook and grabbed her by the neck. I whispered in her ear, "Which way to your bed?"

She tried to get enough breath to say "down the hall on the left."

I guided her by her neck and pushed her against the wall holding her face against it until I opened the door to her bedroom. With one hand I held her to the wall and I grabbed her backside tightly with my free hand.

I squeezed tightly until she gasped, then I slid my hand between her cheeks trailing up and down before I inserted a finger into her hot opening. She moaned against the wall as my finger roughly drove deep inside of her. Several minutes, millions of times my finger entered her hot hole. Finally, I withdrew my finger before forcing her into her bedroom and on to the bed.

I pulled at her tank top until it ripped, exposing her plump breasts to me. I grabbed for her nipples and squeezed tightly as she screamed again in pain. I reminded her, "quiet down or I will quiet you myself."

I pulled her leg until she landed hard on the floor. She gasped as her body collapsed onto the rug with a thud. I grabbed her bound wrists and lifted her until she was sitting against the bed. I let go long enough to take off my pants. I grabbed her wrists and pushed them onto the bed with one hand...the other hand lifted the pillowcase enough to see her mouth

"Open your mouth," I ordered, "and don't you dare resist!"

She did as she was told and I forced my erection between her lips. Slowly feeding her my rod as far as I could go. She gasped for air and I withdrew so she could get a breath, then I would push back in. I repeated for quite some time. A few moments later, she welcomed my tool, deeper and deeper down her throat.

I let her hands go, still handcuffed, she stroked me as I went back and forth between her lips. She was getting in to it, so I stopped and grabbed her up and bent her over her own bed.

She braced herself for the inevitable. She knew I was going to thrust myself deep inside of her, but I waited, I instead rubbed her ass, then spanked her sharply. She winced and cried out in pain again. Each time I brought my hand down, she winced and cried softly as she felt the pain repeatedly come crashing down her bare ass.

I watched as the redness grew across her beautiful round ass. I knew she was ready for more, and I was about to give her everything I had. I positioned myself behind her, grabbed her hips and impaled her. She gasped as I roughly slammed inside over and over again.

I grabbed her hips and pumped her as rough and fast as I had in me. She was moaning loudly as my rod plunged in and out of her with powerful thrusts, and I knew she was getting closer to the edge.

I stopped and removed myself from her dripping hole, she groaned her disapproval, but only temporarily before I ran my hands between her legs, coating my fingers in her juices. I rubbed them up and down her crack and into her openings.

I then positioned myself at her rear opening and forced my way in. I drove deep into her ass, and she cried out in pain. I stayed deep in her, until her muscles relaxed the grip on me. I slowly started moving in and out of her, Increasing the speed and power of my thrusts. She was moaning louder and louder as I continued the assault on her rear entrance.

I neared the finish and she was crying out with a combination of pain and pleasure. Her moans started to get more intense as my tool starting pumping her butt with fresh semen. She cried out one last time as her body started milking me. She went over the edge and she thrashed about as her body was rocked by orgasm. When I finally pulled out she gasped as my seed dripped out of her ass and down between her legs.

I smacked her ass once more and I picked her up, laid her on the bed and removed her handcuffs. I got dressed and slipped out to the same way I came in. I left the pillowcase covering her head, she can remove that when she's ready. The only sign that I was there was the extra wetness dripping down her already wet opening on the inside of her legs.

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jstlikemagic · 4 years

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Not Until I Say So. - David Dobrik Smut

Title: Not Until I Say So.

Pairing: David Dobrik/Reader

Rating: R (NSFW/Swearing) | Bondage, cowgirl, Sub!David

Summary: Y/N and David decide to change things up in the bedroom. Maybe a Sub!David approach? :)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit so why not post it lol! If you enjoyed this, please reblog/like it :)

- My Masterlist -

Throwing you onto the bed, he crawled up to you so you two were face to face. With a widespread grin on his face, he caressed your hair. “Y/N, I’m gonna fucking wreck that pussy of yours. You have no idea,” David trailed off while inserting a finger into your pussy. Rolling your eyes at him, you let out a light laugh that sends him into curiosity. “What’s so funny, baby?” he questioned while removing his finger out of you.

It was the same old same old. He says he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion, he says that he owns your pussy, he dominates you, he finishes and you do about ¾ of the time. That’s it.

“Nothing’s funny. It’s just ironic how we kinda just do the same thing almost every time. Like we’re not spontaneous or anything. I get it we’re young adults and kinda vanilla but we should try switching it up. Like I could maybe be the dominant one and you lay back and take it,” you responded with caution. You didn’t want to diminish his self esteem but this whole Dom!David thing just wasn’t working anymore. It just wasn’t exciting enough and was quite frankly, worth the eye roll.

“Well, if you think you can do better,” he said scoffing. He was really doubting you right now. His cockiness only made you want to try harder. Although it was insanely annoying, it was also a turn on how arrogant he was in bed.

“After we’re done, you’ll believe god is a woman. Believe that.” Pushing him off of you, you quickly got off from the bed and went into your closet. Scurrying through your closet, you were looking for a certain item that you were sure was hidden in the back of the closet. Catching your eye was the two black bandanas you had kept in there from last year’s Halloween costume. Smirking to yourself, you soon imagined what was to come next. Taking the bandanas out of the closet, you stood in front of the bed. “On your back and I want your arms spread out to the posts,” you demanded.

“Ever heard of please, baby?” David scoffed while hesitantly putting his arms towards the bed posts. Trailing to the left side of the bed, you picked up his wrist and held it up against the bedpost. Securely fastening the bandanna, you moved to the right side of the bed and repeated the same steps. Moving to your desk, you found a feather pen that was given to you for whatever reason. Picking it up, you slowly moved the feather up and down your arm which gave you goosebumps right from the moment of contact.

“So to settle the safe word, it’s red, just in case you need it,” you reassured him.

“Baby, I’m not gonna need it. I can take it,” he said confidently while licking his lips and taking in your naked frame.

Strolling over to the bed, you soon found yourself straddling David, right below his waist and directly on top of his cock. Taking the feather, you dragged it tauntingly slow from his neck, to his arms, and down the middle of his chest. “Hey, this shit ain’t funny, Y/N. Can you please untie me so I can at least touch you?” he begged. Laughing at his request, you reminded him of his challenge he made you a few minutes prior. Accepting this was the direction you were going in, he settled back down and relaxed. You had to admit, seeing him under your control was insanely hot and you wondered why you’d never done it before.

Holding onto his shoulders, you gently ground yourself onto his cock. Feeling his hard cock beneath you was enough to get you off but it couldn’t happen that way. If you were going to cum, it had to be from his cock inside you. Throwing his head back, he tugged at the bandanas. You could tell that from the looks of his face, he was enjoying the pleasure but was needy to touch you. To stop yourself from orgasming too soon, you stopped grinding and edged yourself off a bit.

“Now, I don’t want you to get cocky on me. Here are the rules. You do not get to cum until I say so. You also don’t get to touch me unless you can show me how good you are. Got it?” you asked for reassurance. Scoffing at your rules, David rolled his eyes at you, clearly not taking you seriously. Noticing his cockiness, you crawled up to meet his face while straddling his thighs. Placing your head in the crook of his neck, you placed hot wet kisses on his neck. Slowly sucking the spot right below his ear, he sunk deeper into the pillows. Grabbing his dick in your hand, you slowly rubbed your thumb over the tip and felt him shudder below you at the sudden pleasure. “Remember what I said. Only good boys get to cum. Show me how good you can be.”

Earning a whine from David, you scooted down the edge of the bed. Pulling back his boxers, you took sight of what was in front of you. Here he was: tied up, cock hard, and under your control. Just how you wanted it. Leaning towards his cock, you pressed a sweet kiss onto the tip. Sinking deep into the pillows, he groaned at the contact. Wrapping your hand around the lower part of the base, you put him in your mouth. Bobbing up and down slowly, you could feel his tension. All he wanted to do was grip you hair and fuck your mouth but he couldn’t, not right now anyways.

Alternating from a handjob to a blowjob repeatedly, David was in pure fucking ecstasy. You were a woman of many skills of giving head was collectively one of them. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you continue, I will cum in your mouth like deadass,” he moaned out. Taking that as a sign to stop what you were doing, you took him out of your mouth with a pop.

“Baby, since you were so good, I’m considering untying you. But, you can’t touch me. If you try, I’ll pin you down even harder,” you growled at him. Hopping off the bed, you untied him from both of the bedposts. Straddling yourself over him, you lifted your ass up off of his cock. Reaching underneath yourself, you grabbed his cock and sunk down painfully slow on it. Adjusting to the feeling, you felt yourself feel more comfortable with his cock inside you.

Starting to roll yourself on him, you placed your arms behind you while gripping onto his knees. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud pitched moan that sent David into a craze. Suddenly, you felt the presence of his hands on your thighs. Although you wanted the contact as well, this wasn’t how tonight was going to go down. Swatting his hands away, you learned down while taking his hands in yours. Pinning them above his head, you placed your lips dangerously close to his ear. “What did I say about touching?” you retorted. Sending goosebumps down his spine, he sighed.

“You said ‘no touching.’ I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good and keep my hands to myself, I promise,” he apologized immediately, in fear of what could be a potential punishment. Not like you’d hurt him but he was afraid of what else would be up your sleeve.

“Good. Now be shut up and let me ride your cock. Don’t cum until I tell you to,” you reminded him. With your chest up against his, you could feel your chests heaving together. As you lifted your head up to be face-to-face with him, you started riding him again. Rocking back and forth on his cock, your mouth was left agape. Dipping your head into David’s shoulder, you started leaving hot and wet kisses onto his neck. His thrusts started to meet yours which made it easier for you to continue so you weren’t doing all the work.

Soon the kisses became short moans and panty breathes that traveled through his body. Feeling him get slower with his thrusts, you peered down at him and noticed his facial expression. His face was scrunched up and his mouth was open. “Baby, I think I need to cum. Like now-” he shuttered.

“Not until I do,” you rudely pestered. Letting go of his hands, you lifted yourself back up. Taking one hand, you started to feverishly rub at your clit while David was still inside of you. Taking your other hand, you grabbed your tit and tweaked your nipple in hopes to edge yourself even further and closer to your orgasm. Clenching yourself onto his cock, the pressure was immense and released. With mumbles of ‘Oh my god’ and ‘Oh fuck’ filled the air, you rode out the orgasm.

Seeing that David was clearly struggling and needed his release as well, you granted him the permission to cum. Within a few seconds of doing so, with no questions asked, he filled your tight pussy with his cum. The sweet familiar feeling filled inside of you.

Trying to catch your breath, you fell back onto the bed and lied right next to David. Lying next to each other and staring at the ceiling, you both regained your normal heart rates. Turning over to him, you swung your leg across his hip and your arm over his waist. “You’re a fucking goddess. You know that right?” he admitted while looking down and admiring the beauty right next to him.

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hi-hey-haechan · 4 years

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can i request 41 + 50 for jaemin? thankss🥺👉👈

Thank you for requesting!

Prompt list is here

41: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

50: “Shut up”

Warnings: masturbation, thigh riding because I kinda have a kink. Also, I originally wrote for the wrong dialogue...

It wasn’t your fault that Jaemin barged into your bedroom while your fingers were knuckles-deep in your pussy. While Jaemin would technically disagree with that statement, you stood by this. He just opened the bedroom door, not even thinking you could be doing anything you wouldn’t want him to see. You’d been dating for two and a half years, so there was really nothing to hide.

Plus, it was Jaemin’s fault for turning you on, even when he wasn’t home. Like, a music video teaser dropped, and he looked so good. His hair color suited him perfectly, and the way he stared into the camera so seductively reminded you of how he’d look at you when he was needy. You then proceeded to watch a couple of Jaemin fancams, and just like that, you needed him right there, right then.

So naturally, your hand traveled down your body, closer to your aching core. You frantically removed your jeans and panties, honestly embarrassed by your own eagerness in that moment.

Your fingers ran over your folds, barely touching them, sending a strong sensation through your entire body. Your sensitive skin was slick with arousal, and just the act of rubbing your core was making you even needier. With your fingers, which were now wet, you began to rub circles on your clit, swollen from lack of attention. The sudden stimulation caused a quiet moan to escape past your lips, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling.

While stimulating the bundle of nerves, heat pounded at your hole. To soothe the ache, you slipped a finger inside of you. It wasn’t difficult to do, since you were already dripping wet. You weren’t nearly satisfied though, so you inserted a second one, which was more of a stretch. Your fingers weren’t anything close to Jaemin’s member inside of you, but it was as close as you could get.

You were so far lost in the pleasure, pumping your fingers inside of you, that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Jaemin’s name fell off your lips in a moan, your mind full of him. His pure smile, which so quickly could become a seductive smirk. His bright eyes, which were easily readable. His loveable laugh and warm voice and sweet, funny personality, too. There was that side of him, which you loved the most. However, when your mind flickered to his abs, and the way his muscles tensed under the brush of your fingertips...that side of him was also attractive.

Jaemin stood in the doorway of your bedroom, seeing how long it would take you to notice him. He was definitely enjoying the view, seeing you so high on pleasure, moaning his name as your fingers slid in and out of your hole.

You opened your eyes for a second, for your head had been thrown back against the pillow with your eyes screwed shut. When you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway, watching you masturbate, you flinched, startled. Immediately, you withdrew your hands and scrambled around for the nearest loose blanket to cover you.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he mused. He stood there smirking at you, his arms crossed as he stared.

“Shut up,” you sighed, pulling your underwear back on awkwardly.

“At least I’m not punishing you for it,” he offered.

“Did you have to just barge in?”

“It’s my house; the bedroom door was left a crack open, and you were moaning my name. Naturally, I came to investigate. Also, you’d be heartened to know that the boys are over.”

His logic was irritating you, and so was his smirk and it was also turning you on even more. “Shit, did the other boys hear me? You could have told me that they would be over! Now, would you please leave so I can finish getting myself off?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” At his statement, you sucked in a breath. Riding his thigh? He wanted that as much as you did? You had to admit that you’d thought about it before, especially while watching fancams. Maybe you had a thing for thighs, or maybe it was just his thighs. Either way, you knew your answer.

Your eyes widened at him. “O-okay.”

His eyes looked at you suspiciously, and there was a warning in them. “But only if you stay quiet. You make a sound, and it’s game over.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and you crawled onto his lap. “I missed you,” you told him quietly.

“I can tell,” he laughed. After that, though, he replied, “I missed you, too.”

You straddled his clothed thigh, only your panties and the black denim of his jeans distancing your core from his skin.

To test the waters, in a way, you grinded yourself down on his thigh. The friction soothed the ache in your core, and it also stimulated your clit everytime you rocked your hips on his leg. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. It was so hard to stay quiet..

Jaemin grasped your hips, helping you grind onto his thigh. He rocked you back and forth, your clit being continually stimulated, sending you flying in the air. You were so wet, and your underwear was probably soaked with your arousal. Your boyfriend’s jeans probably were, as well. You buried your face in his neck, trying to muffle any sighs you couldn’t help but release. The boys were in the other room, and you were here, in the bedroom, riding Jaemin’s thigh.

Jaemin was enjoying the view of you getting off just by grinding on his leg. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, though he could tell, just from your focused expression, how good you were feeling, just from his leg.

The muscles in his thigh added to the pleasure, your clit grinding against the strong ridges of his leg muscle.

Your folds and clit were being ground against something hard and rigid. The fact that you could feel the different dips and curves under your pussy was incredible, and it felt amazing, too. Jaemin flexed his leg, drastically changing the sculpt and positions of his muscles as he did so. It took everything you had to not moan out loud, the feeling of the flex sending waves of pleasure through your entire being.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly, throwing your head back in pleasure. The fucked-out look on your face was so attractive to Jaemin, and he flexed his thigh again, trying to draw you closer to your climax. He bounced his leg lightly, constantly hitting your clit and folds straight on, as opposed to you grinding on his leg. The contact repeatedly sent you higher and higher on pleasure. You couldn’t hold back anymore, as your orgasm washed over to you, the highest amount of pleasure you’d felt in a long time. You’d forgotten that the boys were in the other room. Your legs shook, and your face buried in his neck, his name falling off your lips like a mantra.

The bit of fluid that escaped you during your orgasm was now on his leg. When you got off of him, there was a dark spot on his leg, wet from your grinding and orgasm.

When you looked up at him to apologize for making a mess on his leg, you could see how dark his eyes were. When your sight flitted down, you saw the tent in his jeans, his erection clearly straining for release. You had turned him on, just by getting off on his thigh. The concept of it was arousing itself.

“You made a sound,” Jaemin said. His voice was deep and husky, and you could guess that he had grown turned on by you riding his thigh. “You lost the game, didn’t you? Well, instead of going out to the boys, you’re gonna make it up to me. But they’re never gonna let me hear the end of this.”

#nct smut #nct dream smut #00 line smut #jaemin smut #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #00 line imagines #00 line #jaemin imagines #nct jaemin #na jaemin #dialogue prompt #asks #thanks for the ask!#we_will_winwin

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squashedbananatk · 4 years

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42 with tony tickling peter! just him being cute and shy and touch starved and self depricating. And tony trying to help.

On it!

Overwhelmed

(I know I suck at titles!)

Peter was exhausted. He has pulled 3 all nighters this week studying for tests, spending the other night out late patrolling and sparring with the team. He has had no time to breath this week. But thats the life of Spiderman right? It was finally Friday and he honestly just wanted to sit on the rooftops and take in the view, so that is exactly what he was doing.

Peter sighed listening to the sounds of the city below when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. Peter pulled off his mask and took his phone out and saw that it was Tony.

He declined the call and flopped down onto the hard concrete roof looking at the stars.

He was just so tired and stressed out. He had a full weekend ahead of him. The science fair was Sunday and his project wasn’t even half done... he had to spar with the team, he had at least four hours of homework from each class and he had another test on Monday! Peter’s head kept racing through all the things he was going to have to do. He just wanted a few minutes to breath...

His phone then rang again. It was Tony again. Peter sighed and declined again. He was too tired and stressed to care that he was ghosting The Tony Stark, if that doesn’t show how exhausted the kid is then nothing does.

Peter continued to lay on the roof with his feet hanging off the building and soon started to feel sleepy and past out.

“Kid? Hey Kid wake up.” Peter heard as he regained conciseness from being shaken lightly.

“Ugh, w-what? Mr Stark? What are you doing here?” Peter asked sleepily seeing Iron Man looming above him.

“You kept declining my calls and your aunt said you hadn’t come home, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Tony said through his Iron Man suit.

Peter groaned.

“What time is it?” Peter asked still trying to wake up.

“I don’t know like 3 am?” Tony guessed as he noticed the deep bags under the kid’s eyes.

“It’s freezing...” Peter said beginning to shiver as he sat up and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Come on, lets get you warmed up.” Tony said and picked the teen up which Peter surprisingly didn’t protest against. Peter sighed in contentment as he felt the warmth from Tony’s suit and soon he was asleep again in Tony’s arms. Tony sighed at the kid and began to fly back to the compound.

As they flew through the sky Tony couldn’t help but wonder what the kid was doing out here... And why was he asleep on the concrete? He had some questions for the kid when he woke up. His hands tensed a bit as his mind began to travel off into worry.

Once they got to the compound Tony took the kid into his room as he assumed the kid needed it more then him and put the kid on the bed and pulled the blanket on him up to his chin. He then left the kid to sleep. Tony slept on the couch for the night. The next morning Peter in a place he did not recognize...

“Ugh, where am I?” Peter asked rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he looked around the room before noticing he was still in his Spidey suite.

“What happened?” Peter asked himself as he got up and exited the room. Peter soon recognized the building he was in and quickly found his way into the living room/kitchen.

“Hey you’re up.” Tony said turning around from the kitchen.

Peter blushed a little, what even happened? He hardly remembers anything from last night.

“Uh, g-good morning.” Peter said

“Afternoon.” Tony smirked.

“What happened?” Peter asked rubbing his head.

“Not sure myself, I found you asleep up on a rooftop late last night so I brought you back here.” Tony said.

“O-Oh... I Uh...” Peter blushed again, this cannot be happening.

“You obviously needed the rest though, you probably slept for like about 10 hours...” Tony said.

“I’m sorry Mr Stark...” Peter apologized.

“No worries kid, but I do want to ask you something.” Tony said as he sat down on the couch patting on the spot beside him inviting Peter to sit.

“What is it?” Peter asked hesitantly going to sit down on the couch.

“What in the hell were you doing out there?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed. Should he tell Tony? He asked himself But he shouldn’t bother him with his dumb problems.

“Uh, I think I just fell asleep up there heh...” Pete lied.

Tony raised a brow. Peter could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“I was just stressed... I needed to get away from it all I guess...” Peter mumbled.

“What were you so stressed about?” Tony asked.

“I-It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to bother you with it.” Peter sighed.

“Hey, you know me well enough to know that I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care about what the answer was.” Tony reassures.

“Well, it wouldn’t be above you to lie...” Peter said. Tony raised his eyebrows. Did the kid really think he didn’t care?

Peter sighed

“I just have a lot on my mind... but it’s nothing compared to what you deal with.” Peter downgraded.

“Bullshit, now spit it out.” Tony smirked poking Peter’s rib playfully making him squirm away a little.

“I just feel like I don’t have enough time to get everything done... Between being Spiderman and being Peter Parker Hell... I barely had enough time just as Peter... and now adding Spiderman into the mix, it’s just too much sometimes...”

Tony nodded to show he had his full attention

“Like, I’ve already pulled three all nighters this week, I’ve had hours of homework each night, I’ve had to do training with you, do patrolling, save people, deal with bullies, finish a science prototype for a science fair tomorrow and I- Oh god! I gotta go Mr Stark! I have to finish” Peter yelped standing up remembering all his responsibilities but Tony grabbed his wrist.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere mister! From what I can tell you have been working yourself to the bone and further! I will not let you keep doing that. You are not turning into me in that way!” Tony said.

“But I have to! I can’t let anyone down! I have to make people proud! I can’t screw everything up!” Peter began to panic slightly.

“Hey, trust me kid, if you keep doing this you will crumble under the amount of pressure you’re putting on yourself.” Tony said putting his hands on his shoulders. Peter dipped his head down.

“I just feel guilty for taking any kind of a break...” Peter mumbled.

“Tell you what, how about I help you finish your science project? Get it all ready for tomorrow.” Tony said as he sat back down on the couch.

“I don’t wanna be a bother....” Peter said

“Please! Compared to all your pop culture references this is not a bother at all!” Tony joked punching the kid in the shoulder playfully.

Peter giggled at that punching his shoulder back.

“Heh... I’ve heard that kids can fall asleep anywhere but, on a concrete rooftop in the middle of May?” Tony laughed.

“I was tired!” Peter defended.

“I could tell! While I was flying us back here you fell asleep in my arms, like I little baby.” Tony teased squeezing Peter tight and rocked them back and forth joking as the teenager groaned.

“Stohop, you know I don’t like being teased!” Peter said blushing.

“But it’s funny when you get all shy.” Tony smirked making Peter’s cheeks grow darker as he lightly pushed at the millionaire’s shoulder only to have Tony grab him again.

“No it’s nohot...” Peter giggled as he began to escape his mentor’s grip.

“Yes. It. Is!” Tony smirked and grabbed at Peter playfully trying to pin him in a hug but as Tony was grabbing at him he grabbed Pete’s side, Peter squeaked and fell back into Tony’s lap.

“Hey! Dohon’t!” Peter giggled.

Tony smirked at the teen in a way that made Peter rather nervous and pinned Peter’s back to his chest.

“Now what do we have here?” Tony asked poking Peter’s rib again.

“Nohothing! It’s nohohothing!” Peter reassures pushing on his chest.

“Well, it definitely looks like something.” Tony pushed on poking into the young hero’s ribs.

“Nahaha! Oh my Gohohod!” Peter laughed out as he squirmed frantically.

“Heh, I haven’t heard you laugh like this in a while kid, It’s nice.” Tony said with a smirk.

“Mr Stahark plehease! I-I’m reheheally tihicklish!” Peter said through his squeaky giggles as his fingers scribbled on his tummy.

“Mr Stahahark! Nahahahaha! Nohohot thehehere!!” Peter screeched and fell limp almost immediately.

“Not where? Here?” Tony asked pinching and squeezing the kid’s tummy.

“StAHAHAP! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!” Peter screeched out.

“Why?” Tony asked tickling a certain spot just below his ribs which made Peter’s squirming far more frantic.

“Mr Stark! PLEHEHEASE! Ihhihit tihihickles!” Peter screeched.

Tony started laughing along with the teen, his laugh was adorably contagious.

Tony’s hand then travled down Peter’s side and squeezed his hips and flank causing Peter to throw his head back as he laughed along with the occasional snort here and there making Tony laugh even more and make Peter blush darker.

“Man, you sure are thin kid, you eating enough?” Tony teased rubbing his fin hers up and down his ribs like a piano.

“I’hI’m eheheheating FIHIHINE! Gehehet ohohoff mehehe!” Peter screeched managing to escape Tony’s grip but Tony pushed Peter down onto the couch

Tony grabbed the young hero’s wrists and held them in one of his own. Peter’s face grew redder as he giggled and squirmed before Tony even touched him.

“You find this funny huh?” Tony asked poking the teen’s side repeatedly.

“N-No!” Peter quickly replied his cheeks getting even more red.

“Then why are you laughing? I’m not even touching you.” Tony asked smirking wiggling his fingers just above the teen’s underarm.

“I’m nohot!” Peter giggled.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Why are you laughing Peter?” Tony asked.

“IhI’m nohot!” Peter yelped.

“You aren’t?...” Tony smirked. Poking Peter’s underarm

“Cuhut it ohout!” Peter giggles trying to pull his hands free.

“You know what? I don’t think I will! This is far too intriguing!” Tony said smirking down at him evilly.

“Mr Stahark! Dohon’t lohook at me lihike thahat!” Peter screeched turning his head away.

“Why?” Tony asked just barely wiggling his fingers on the kid’s underarm.

“Eeeee!Heehehe! Ihihit mahahakes ihit wohorse!” Peter squeaked out.

“It does huh?” Tony asked finally drilling his thumbs into the poor kid’s underarms.

“Peter full on screamed before falling into a squeaky laughing fit.

“NOHOHOHO! THIHIHS IHIHIS THEHEHE WOHOHORST AHAHAHAHA!” Peter cackled tossing his head back and forth.

“Come on Pete, it can’t be that bad...” Tony teased.

“IHIHIHIT SUHUHUCKS!!!” Peer screamed rolling on his side. Obly to have tony drill his fingers into his ribs again.

“NOHOHOHO!” The teen exclaimed putting his arms out in defence.

“You just made a huge mistake kid!” Tony said and shoved his hands under Pete’s arms again making him fall back into silent laughter.

Once Tony tickled Pete for a few mor seconds he decided to let up. He didn’t want the kid to die.

“I- I hahate yohou!” Peter giggled curling into a ball on the couch.

“No you don’t. Now come on, lets get your project done.” Tony said ruffling the kid’s hair as he stood from the couch.

Fin~

#ticklish!peter #ticklish!spiderman #spidermantickle #tickle prompts #ler!tony #lee!peter

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