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imsilay · 8 months

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LETHAL pt.3

NSFW! mdni +18, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging (aphrodisiac), stalker!König, obsessive König, breeding k!nk, size k!nk. belly bulge, oral (female receiving) (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 2.6k! (it’s too much for me :’) )

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

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art cr: Tava_tavatic on twt

A few days later you wake up feeling uneasy. You had a headache and somehow… horny. You got up and had a cold shower, hoping it would help. It helped… Untill you had a irresistible urge to have something inside your aching and dripping cunt at the work. It was a strange feeling, you assumed it was like that because it’s your ovulation day. Sitting on the chair while typing away on the laptop at work; you had to squeeze your thighs together to ease that feeling. Your pussy already soaked at the time you arrived to home. You cursed at yourself for wearing that skirt because the wetness between your legs were dripping down from your trembling thighs at the time you arrived your front door. You just wanted to open the door and satisfy your soaking cunt with your toys.

“Maus?” your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. ‘Please god, not him.’ you prayed. That man was extremely attractive and you were down bad for him. You stopped trying to open your damn door with trembling hands as you turned your head towards him and forced a smile. “Hi, König! What are you doing here?” you tried to be polite and calm, but in your head you were screaming for a dick.

"I saw you from over there," he said, pointing at the parking lot next to his apartment building. His accent sent waves of pleasure to your body. "You seemed in a rush. Are you alright?" There was sincerity in his voice and his icy-blue eyes were filled with concern. It made you blush, from cheeks to ears. You swallowed before answering, "It’s nothing important. I just forgot to feed my cat." It was obviously a lie. One of his eyebrows raised, but he nodded and watched as you entered your house after a short goodbye.

You were just so naive and clueless, thinking he wouldn’t notice you’re squirming with need. Of course he would know. He was the one who sneaked into your home and gave you aphrodisiac last night. He just gave you enough to make you needy so you could made it to home after work.

When he saw you getting out of your car, your legs trembling and cheeks flushed, he almost lost it.. He just wanted to drag you to his house and fuck you until you were a babbling and sobbing mess. Yet he managed to keep his calm. He was impatiently waiting for you to enter your house when he already had his eyes on the window, hiding behind the curtains. When you came to view his heart was beating like crazy. You locked the door of your room and opened the drawer, where you put your toys. Too eager for your sweet release you forgot to close your curtains…

He pressed his forehead against the window as he watched you satisfy yourself with different kinds of toys. His cock was rock hard but watching you was much more of an important matter. His cock twitched at the first time you cum, it was a sight to see. Your eyes rolling back as your hips twitched foward to the device. But one wasn’t enough. You needed more.

After two more orgasm you were sobbing and quivering. You just needed something for your aching cunt but nothing was enough. That was when he decided to step in. He was still so hard but he knew whatever he do it wouldn’t soften his cock. But you. He grabbed the keys of his house. And the cookies he made for you as an excuse.

The knocking on your door drew you back to reality from your bliss. You cursed at the person that knocked on the door as you got dressed into something that you’d wear at home. Your legs still trembling and pussy dripping, already soaked the new pair of your panties. You answered the door and hid the half of your body behind the door.

“Hallo, Maus. I brought you some cookies to fix your mood.” he said with that sweet tone. Your hands grabbed the door handle with a force that could kill a man. That was when you decided that. You would fuck that sweet neighbor.

He wondered why you were staring at him without a word. Were you mad at him because he interrupted your sweet time with your toys? Did you notice the bulge that was straining his pants? Or maybe the way he gazed at you hungrily made you feel hesitant to invite him in?

He was too lost in his thoughts, he dropped the cookies when you grabbed his arm and dragged him in. Pressing his back against the door and clinging to his arm. “König.” you whispered before biting your lips to not moan. His heart hammered his chest a few times like it was trying to escape from his chest to you. “Ja, Maus? Is everything okay?” he stuttered as he looked down at you. Your flushed face and the way you looked into his eyes intensely wasn’t helping.

“I need you.” you whimpered and pressed your body against his. “Can you please give me your cock?” you whispered softly and moaned when you felt his already hard cock against your stomach. He was so big. Like you imagined he would be, it made you even more needy.

“You- What?” he stuttered again. The last thing he expected was the way you rubbed your body against him as you pleaded for his cock. He was used to moving with a plan, but the way you ruined it was even better than he could imagine. By the time he collected himself you were grabbing his arm tightly like he would escape from you if you let go. His pupils were blown wide and body tense. “You have no idea what you’re wanting from me, Maus.” he mumbled and picked you up by your hips carrying you to your room like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around him. The voice in his mind was screaming for him to take you in that moment. You weren’t complaining about being carried yet you were happy that he accepted. So clueless. If only you knew he was the cause of your endless neediness.

He made you straddle one of his thighs after removing your shorts and leaving you with your panties. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck you.” he said with authority in his eyes. You had a feeling that if you didn’t do as he said you won’t be getting anything. So you did. Hands on his shoulders as you grounded against his thigh. The fabric of your already wet panties soaking his trousers. You moaned as you felt his muscular thigh under your dripping cunt. He was so big and toned. You wondered what his cock looked like. Just thinking about it made you moan in need and your walls clenched around nothing.

He had to bit his lip to not moan at the sight in front of him. You were grounding against his thigh soaking his trousers and moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock throbbed in his pants. Oh how he wanted to tear your panties down and eat your little cunt out… Your body trembled and hips twitched. “Already, Maus? I haven’t seen someone cumming as fast as you.” he taunted. Your hips were already moving frantically to reach your sweet release. His hands found your hips groping them as he helped you move on his thigh. “Guess you really want me.” he mumbled amused with your efforts. You looked so hot when you used his body for your pleasure. “‘m so close, König.” you whimpered and your movements got erratic. You feel your stomach tightening up as he helped you ground against his thick thigh. “Let go for me, Maus.” he whispered sweetly. He knew it wouldn’t be enough for you anyway. Not until he filled you up with his big cock.

You gripped his shoulders tight as you cum undone on his thigh, eyes rolling back and body twitching. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he laid you on your back gently and spread open your leg. “Do you still need my cock?” he teased. His hands caressing your thighs up and down slowly. “Yes. Yes, König. Please give it to me.” you pleaded with that sweet voice of yours, you had no idea how he wanted it too. He looked as calm and sweet as ever, but deep inside him, he was putting you into positions that he wanted to take you. First he would eat you out until you cum on his tongue like he imagined all nights. Then he would put you on all fours and pound into your needy cunt until you cream on his cock. This night he would fulfill all his sick fantasies and you would just let him take you over and over.

His calloused and lengthy fingers were making you shiver and imagine them deep inside you. You had to have it. “König, can you please…” you reached a hand and pulled his hand towards your mouth, as he watched you with curiosity. His mind went blank when you took his fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them. “Scheiße-” he groaned and pushed his fingers into your mouth further. He fucked your mouth with his fingers, covering his index and middle finger with your drool. Your eyes rolled back with the rhythm of his fingers. “So fucking needy.” he growled when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth drawing a whine out of you. He quickly pulled down your panties and cursed again when he saw how your slick clinged to your panties leaving a trail. When the panties were gone, he pocketed it, he shoved his fingers into your dripping tight hole. You screamed when he found that sweet spot curling his fingers and hitting there again and again. “oh my-“ your legs trembled and hands gripped the sheets for dear life. It wasn’t long when your fourth orgasm hit you like a truck. “It amazes me how fast you cum, Maus.” he chuckled lightly as he continued to pump his fingers into you through your orgasm.

“That’s enough.” you whined and grabbed his forearm. His brows frowned and he sent you a warning look. You pulled your hands away immediately like you touched fire. “Nein. We aint stopping, Maus. Not until i make sure you’re mine.” he mumbled darkly as he leaned his mouth into your pussy. He licked from bottom to your clit making you shudder and moan loudly. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop him because you were scared of what he would do. His hands grabbed your thighs firmly to prevent you from closing them. He lapped at your pussy like he was thirsty for a month and you were his only water supply. His mask covering between your legs, where his mouth at, and you was glad it did. Because if you saw him eating you out like that you would’ve gone crazy. His icy-blue eyes found yours when he sucked your clit. The sensation was too much for you especially after cumming that much. “Plea-“ your breath hitched when he forced his tongue inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a high pitched scream. You cum all over his tongue and he gladly accepted your juices. Sucking and lapping hungrily.

“Du schmeckst so süß.” (You taste so sweet.) he mumbled as he licked you up for the last time. He pulled back reluctantly feeling like he could dive in again and make you cum over and over again. “Time for the main course, Maus.” he whispered into your ear. “Would you like to take off my mask? So you can see how much i will enjoy fucking your little cunt.” he purred. He was still gentle yet he made you feel weak. Like you couldn’t resist him, even if you wanted to. You grabbed the mask with trembling hands and pulled it off. This was the first time you saw him without his mask. He was handsome despite the scar on his face. Before you could say anything he slammed his lips to yours and grabbed your jaw forcing you to part your lips so he could explore your warm mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and tasted your arousal from his lips. He swiftly unbuckled his belt with one of his hands and tugged his pants down along with his boxers. He groaned into your mouth when his cock was finally free and fully erected. His lips didn’t left yours as he pressed his red tip against your throbbing clit and made you squirm.

“I wonder were you this needy before the aphrodisiac i gave you.” he mumbled after releasing your lips. Your mind was too foggy after all your orgasms you barely understand what he say. “What did-” he cut you off again but this time shoving his cock inside your tight cunt. His tip hit your cervix and made your toes curl. “Too- Fuck. Too deep.” you sobbed. He stretched you out so deliciously but it hurt like hell. He was so fucking big his cock made a bulge on your belly. He groaned as he rested his forehead against yours. “It will be okay. You can take it, Maus.” he cooed. But it felt like he was sliding you open with his monster sized cock. “You feel so good around me.” he mumbled as he placed kisses on your face. He knew he was too big for you. You were so small compared to him, in every way. He let you adjust his length inside you but it become hard for him to not move when your walls clenched around him. “It hurts.” you cried and gripped his shoulders. “I know, Maus. You’re doing so good f’me.” he kissed your lips until your cries wane. You were so much important than him. He worshipped you.

“I’m gonna move.” he whispered and started to thrust into your tight cunt slowly at first. When your pussy adjusted his length, he picked up the pace. He was bullying his cock into your dripping hole with a merciless pace like he was taking revenge of the time he jerked off while watching you through the window. All you could do was dug your nails into his shoulders and scream his name.

“Scheiße.” he hissed. It was just like how he imagined it would be. He imagined your face twisting with pleasure and screaming his name as he bullied his cock into your little cunt. “Louder.” He slammed his hips into yours hard. Your pussy swollen and dripping from all the stimulation. “I said louder.” he hissed and smacked your hips hard. He wouldn’t stop until you did as he said. So you did. You screamed his name as loud as you can. It made his cock twitch hearing you forcing yourself to slur his name out. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he slammed his lips harder into yours. He threw his head back and groaned when you cum unannounced, creaming on his cock and crying his name. Your walls clenched around him drawing him to edge as he fucked the orgasm out of you. “König, i can’t… anymore.” you whimpered between your sobbing. Hearing you beg him with your voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning, made him cum deep inside you. “Mine.” he mumbled as he fucked his cum into you. “You’re mine, Maus. And i won’t let you leave me anymore.” he mumbled like he was talking with himself. It sent chills down to your spine. He didn’t pull his cock out plugging his cum into your pussy. You didn’t even had the strength to push him away. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and put your head onto his chest. He wouldn’t let you go. Never. You were his.

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babygorewhore · 18 days

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Bite me!

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

When Rafe sees you after picking up Wheezie, he decides that he wants to win you over. Your intoxicating presence hypnotizing him despite your mysterious existence. And Rafe can never back down from a challenge.

W. C almost 3k! Part two

Warnings! News reports of violence! Daddy kink! Male masturbation! Spitting! Biting! Fingering! Non graphic mentions of blood! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Light choking! Hints of a sequel…👀 dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx and thank you for always being my sexy beta reader!

Rafe seeing you, a mysterious girl walking around with his sister wheezie after he was picking her up from school immediately caught his interest on a Wednesday afternoon. You wore dark clothes, knee socks and heels despite everyone else wearing sandals and sneakers. You were stunning-no beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your magnetic smile and whip of your hair as you confidently smiled at him as Wheezie approached him. Her backpack slung over her shoulder and she gave him a knowing look.

“Seriously? She’d never go for you.” She crossed her arms as she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself. Rafe cast her a glare and started the car.

“What’s her name?” She tells him and he nods, savoring the way it sounds. “Pretty. How old is she? Does she work here?”

“I’m not a matchmaker, asshole.” She snaps and he rolls his eyes as he drives home.

“Just tell me.”

“Fine. She’s your age. In her twenties. Yes she works here. She’s a teacher's assistant. And she’s really cool. Kinda quiet but she’s not shy. I like her. She keeps the students in line but she’s fun! She has some crazy stories.”

“Crazy stories?” Rafe muses as they near the house.

“Yeah. She likes to go to graveyards and collect things. She said her favorite time is nighttime and she travels to places around the island for vintage jewelry and furniture.”

Rafe’s mind immediately searched for ideas on ways to get your attention with this information as he parked in the driveway, Wheezie was already half out of the car when he exclaimed, “Wait!” But she was jogging to the front door, ready to pull out the keys for the lock when he caught up.

“I still want to know more,” She lightly slapped his chest as they entered the house.

“Rafe, find her yourself and talk to her. Stop being weird or I’ll tell her you’ve been asking.” Rafe growled softly as she walked away but he knew she’d make good on her threat.

Rafe decided to take his little sister's advice and find you. He went on his phone and typed your name, searching until he found your instagram and he leaned back in his chair in his bedroom as he scrolled through your pictures. Wheezie was right. You did have a collection of unique photos. Including a collection of…vials? He narrowed his eyes but he couldn’t tell what the contents were inside the bottles. You had an array of rings. Expensive ones. But what caught his attention the most was your smile. When you grinned, your teeth looked sharp. Rafe must have been imagining things, too distracted by how fucking pretty you were.

As luck would have it, you posted on your story and he shamelessly clicked on it within seconds. You were at a local coffee shop, which happened to be only a few minutes away and he quickly got up.

When he arrived, he searched for you, finding you reading alone in the corner of the building. Away from the sunlight as you twirled your ring on your finger. You didn’t look up immediately as Rafe neared you, smoothing down his shirt.

“Hey. You’re…?” He spoke your name, causing you to look up with a quirk of your brow.

“Yes?” He swallowed at the sound of your voice. It was low with a hint of a rasp. He set his shoulders and turned on his charm, something that always worked.

“Can I sit down?” He asked and you made a noise of contemplation before nodding.

“Sure, Rafe.”

“Of course, you know who I am,” Rafe chuckled as he sat across from you. You lean back in your seat and cross your legs.

“Well, duh. I mean you’re The infamous Rafe Cameron. Your sister talks about you a lot. About how much of an asshole you are,” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes but you continue. “But…she does love you. You must be doing something right.”

Rafe paused at the compliment. “Yeah? You think so? You have a lot of opinions.”

“So?” You challenge and Rafe holds up his hands.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, princess. Don’t bite my head off,” He chuckles and notices the way your eyes briefly darken at the statement before it disappears. “Are you…new around here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Sort of. I moved here a few months ago. Needed a fresh start.”

Rafe tilts his head at your answer. “Where are you from?”

“Salem.” You give him a smile and he hums.

“A little bit of a culture shock, huh? Going from doom and gloom to the beach. You don’t exactly fit in.” He shrugs and half expects you to glare at him but you instead laugh.

“Ha, that is true, Rafe. You’re asking a lot of questions. You like me or something?” Your bold question takes him off guard for a second before he decides to answer honestly.

“Yeah, I do. You interest me. You wanna go somewhere? I can get to know you a little better-“

“Who said I was interested back?” You toss at him but Rafe smirks.

“You wouldn’t talk to me if you weren’t, baby. Come on. Give me a chance. Let me win you over. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Oh, someone’s playing a dangerous game.” You remark but you lean your elbows on the table. “But I’ll play along. How about a party?” You offer.

“A party? That’s it?”

“Not so fast. Not like one of those bullshit things you probably used to throw. A real party. One where we dress up. Where it’s dark. Good music. Good drinks. Sophisticated. I’m a woman of class, you know.”

“For you?” Rafe leans forward and inhales the scent of your perfume. The intoxicating smell lingers in his nose and he sighs. “Anything. Be at my house tomorrow at eight. It’ll be the night of your life.”

Rafe invited a list of people over at his house for that evening the next day, including Barry who was interested in seeing a girl actually out smart him with remarks as he hung up the phone and focused on the tv in his bedroom.

Reports of five people being in the hospital after being attacked by some mysterious animal who drained them of blood. Not that far away from his penthouse. He had half a mind to pull Wheezie from school but decided ultimately she would be safer in a group of people.

As the day progressed and he got the house ready, Rafe waited for you to arrive as his friends did. He didn’t invite many. Prioritizing people who would give him plenty of privacy and entertain themselves.

Where were you? He looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes later and he was getting anxious. Fuck, did you bail?

“Boo.” He heard a whisper in his ear and he spun around in shock.

You stood behind him with a wide smile but he immediately noticed your clothing. You were wearing a dress that fit your curves perfectly. Heels that highlighted your legs, jewelry that dangled from your ankles, wrists and hung above your heart. You still wore expensive rings and your nails were painted black. Your lipstick was red. Rafe breathed in deeply before trying to grasp whatever semblance of calm as he stepped close to you. And you didn’t back away.

“Mmm, you look fucking amazing, baby. Thought you weren’t going to show.”

“I’m a woman of my word, Rafe Cameron. I was exploring.” You flashed your eyes wide for a second before setting a hand on his chest. And he shivered from your cold temperature. “And damn. What a house. But what I noticed was in your entertainment room. It’s like you know me or something.” You chuckle and Rafe raises his eyebrow in confusion.

“It looks like you have a dance floor.” You crossed your arms, your hips shifting inside the material of your dress. “And I love to dance.”

“Is that right?” Rafe mused and you nodded. You reached forward and took his hand. He looked down at your laced fingers as he felt the chill raise on his own skin from the contact. “Well, why don’t you go ahead and show me, baby girl. Show me how good you are.”

You both walked to the entertainment room and he noticed the way the dim lighting illuminated how beautiful you were. You were so elegant. You walked as if you owned everything in this world and he loved that. He loved the way you marched forward but he also took in the way you watched the guests. Your eyes narrowed on their throats before they shifted back to the direction you were both heading towards.

You gently pushed Rafe down on the couch, the pillows shifting from his weight. The room was empty and you smirked at him. He went to sit up but you pin him in place by placing your heeled shoe against his chest. You shake your head and click your tongue. “No, no. You sit there. And enjoy the show. But while you’re being a good boy and listening…you can hold onto these.” Rafe breathed heavily as you gently touched your own leg that was propped up. Your palm slowly grazed your skin, moving up until you hooked your fingers along the elastic of your underwear.

You removed your shoe off him and wiggled your panties off. Stepping out of them, you dangle the soaked pair in front of him. “These are my favorite pair, daddy. But you’ll take care of them, right?”

He was rendered speechless for a second before he snapped out of it and snatched them out of your hand, causing you to laugh. He held them against his lap as you took steps back. You walked to the speaker, picked up the remote and went through a series of options before selecting a song. It was a rock song. One he recognized from social media. Living Dead Girl was the name.

You lower yourself to the ground, getting on your knees in the middle of the floor, you separate your thighs and roll your body. You take your time, running your hands all over your torso before they settle on your tits, you squeeze them lightly as you start bouncing.

Your ass moves as you crawl forward, shifting your body around so you're slowly dancing to the rhythm of the beat and Rafe felt like he was losing his mind. His cock was so hard it hurt and he was desperate for any sort of relief. He eyed your pair of panties and finally decided to use them.

He unbuckled his belt and moved down his pants, his dick stiff against his boxers as he pulled it out, it slapped against his thigh and he wrapped the lace material around it.

He gasped as he ran his hand along his shaft, your underwear clutched in his fist as he watched you start to suck your fingers, laying on the ground as you spread your legs, your fingers brushing against your bare pussy that was exposed as it glistened in the light and he moaned deeply as he tugged at himself.

“Fuck,” He huffed out. He wanted to touch you. So badly but he also didn’t want to interrupt your performance as you slapped your cunt before putting your fingers back in your mouth.

He was getting close already as he harshly jerked himself off, your underwear dampening as precum leaked out as his stomach flexed, his head falling back against the cushion. You looked like a fucking dream as you slowly stood up, continuing to dance to the music as your shoes clacked against the wood floor.

He hadn’t realized his eyes drifted shut when he felt a light tap against his cheek, snapping him out of his trance. You were leaning over him, both hands on either side of his head. Your chest right above his face. “Cum for me, daddy. Make a mess like the dirty whore you are.”

That sent him over the edge and he spilled into your panties. His release coating them as he trembled and he felt your smaller hand wrap around his cock before sliding to his balls and you massaged them. His vision went white as you pumped him through it before you gripped his chin and swiped your thumb along his lower lip. “Open.” You order and he does.

You move above his mouth and spit inside causing him to growl and pull you forward. He maneuvered you on your hands and knees on the large sofa, giving your ass a slap and causing you to whine as he yanks your dress up. He groaned at your sticky inner thighs and he ran his finger along them before focusing on your clit, causing you to buckle but he wrapped his other hand in your hair. “Uh uh, you can fucking take it, princess.”

He rubs circles on your center and you mewl as he pulls your hair harder, feeling you drip onto his fingers and he slides two of them inside your cunt, curling them deeply. “That’s a good girl. Squeezing me so fucking tight. But I think you need something to suck on while I fuck you.” He shoves your panties past your lips as he works you over, making you grind onto his hand.

Rafe runs the tip of his dick along your slit, tapping it a few times before effortlessly pushing it inside. He moans and rests his head briefly on your back, holding you up by moving his head to grip around your neck. “Such a greedy little slut,” He breathes and thrusts hard. “You fucking feel that? I’m gonna breed this tight pussy and you’re fucking mine.” He grits his teeth as he snaps his hips into you.

Your hands grip the arm of the couch as he pulls out before slamming back in, causing you to sob against your underwear in your mouth, his cum and your spit mixing in the corners of your lips as you nod your head, encouraging him to keep going.

The music began repeating, stirring him onward as you clenched around him and he smacked your ass again, feeling you grow closer. “Gonna cum, baby girl? Cum all over daddy’s cock like the good fucking whore you are.”

That’s all it took for him to feel your warm wet cunt pulse before you came all over his dick, you shuddered and cried out as he thrusted a few more times before reaching his own climax.

Ropes of cum coating your insides and he shook before catching you. His balls slapped against your ass as he pulled out of your cunt that leaked on the couch. “Fuck, baby. I think you should lick that clean, don’t you? You’re a dirty girl.” He shoves your face down and removes your panties. Your tongue laps up your own cum as he bobs your head up and down. “You listen to daddy so well,” he praises.

But at a sudden turn of events, you turn and pin him down by his shoulders and straddle his lap. You sink down on his cock again, causing his eyes to widen and pleasure to rise in his veins as you bury your head in his neck. You pepper kisses along his skin as he grips your hips and guides you through riding him.

Your wet pussy takes him to the brim and he groans against your shoulder. He feels your teeth graze his flesh before he feels a prick of pain but it quickly disappears as you wrap a hand around his throat. Keeping him in place as you rock your pelvis.

“Fucking Christ,” he manages and reaches his orgasm again, his cock twitching before his cum gushes inside you. But you still don’t remove your face from the crook of his neck and he’s all too content to allow you to fuck him however long you want as his eyes drift close.

He jerked awake and sat up straight. Minutes had gone by and he looked around. He saw you adjusting your dress, wiping your lips as a trail of red droplets dribbled down your mouth and he tilted his head, subconsciously reaching up to cup his neck.

He felt two punctures that were wet and he pulled his hand back. Rafe dug his phone out, pulling out the camera and he saw it.

A bite mark.

Everything snapped into place as he stared at you, slowly putting his phone down as you turned towards him. “Are you-did you fucking bite me and drink my…blood?”

Instead of denying it, you gave him a wicked smirk. “But you’ll keep that to yourself, daddy. Won’t you?”

Rafe remembered the news report earlier that day. People were drained of blood and how mysterious you were.

You were a fucking vampire.

“But how is that possible?” He whispered.

“Darling, you have no idea what kind of creatures are out there. You’re lucky I like you, Rafe. But I have to go. You certainly held up your end of the game didn’t you?” You giggle and begin walking away.

“Will I see you again?” He questioned and made you turn your head.

“And why would I forget someone who tastes so fucking good, baby?” You wink at him before finally exiting the room and Rafe sank into the seat.

“What the fuck?” He whispered to himself but didn’t couldn’t deny himself the truth.

This was the night of his life.

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irishmammonagenda · 1 month

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Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers 😂) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?

hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it 😭😭 and then went away for easter and forgot abt it again😭😭

grma for the ask <3 fic dividers by @cafekitsune

MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader

When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon Lord´s Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.

They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadn´t noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.

Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.

The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.

The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.

"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"

Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-you…where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh...I-"

"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"

Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.

Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.

“I-…MC..” Samuel swallows thickly. “W-where have you been…”

Ben parrots this.

You gulp. Adam—your oldest brother—would no doubt be the worst. And he wasn’t even home yet!

When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!

"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.

"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.

Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."

Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."

"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.

"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.

Shit.

Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"

And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.

On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....

Just how would that go?....

LUCIFER

"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"

It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.

He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.

Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.

"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"

"Lucius?"

"...My parents were Greek."

"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."

Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.

Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.

Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested. You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly! You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it. The second hand embarrassment is very strong.

MAMMON

"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"

If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.

You want HIM to visit your family?!

He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!

He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?

He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)

You can pick up the word 'focáil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.

What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!

The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.

"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"

"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."

"Oh."

The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.

and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!

Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork. Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you. Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.

LEVIATHAN

"You want ME to WHAT?!"

bros panicking more than mammon☠️

Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-😰😰😰😰😰

It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.

This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!

When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)

You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!

the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.

He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!

its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.

"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to. Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face. Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!" You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.

SATAN

"Oh? I'd be honoured..."

He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!

This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!

He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...

"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.

Adam swallows, "Satan?"

Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."

Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."

He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.

"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?" Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.." Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?" Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..." "Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious." "Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.

ASMODEUS

"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"

Posts about it to his devilgram.

He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.

"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"

"..Asmodeus?"

"...His parents are french..."

"Poor thing..."

ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?

Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.

Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?" "I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend. Asmo shrugs, "So don't." Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?" "Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something." Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..." A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D

He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go

Plus there's food involved.

Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)

Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.

"Hi I'm Beel."

"Beel?"

"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D

Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.

Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile. "Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!" Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it." Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles. Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.

BELPHEGOR

"No."

"What do you mean no?" :(

"I'm not going."

"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."

He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."

As per usual he is a bastard.

The waling talking definition of a bastard.

Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.

"This is Belphie!"

"Belphie?"

"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.

"Poor thing."

Belphie glares at you.

Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip. "I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep. Bastard.

im experimenting with post designs :D

'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho

#sorry lads i just really hate europeans #especially irish people😔✊#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #omswd #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor x reader #asks #requests

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red handed | yandere!konig

THIS WAS A REQUEST BUT IT GOT FUCKING DELETED IM SO SORRY TO WHOEVER REQUESTED IT I MADE THIS EXTRA SMUTTY JUST FOR YOU I HOPE YOU FIND THIS

summary: Konig is crazy possessive and jealous. You become too close to a guy and he doesn't like that, so he takes matters into his own hands

warning: female!reader, blood, murder, unprotected p in v, mommy kink, breeding kink, knives, not proof read yet

Konig kept you in the house always. he never trusted anyone to not try and get at you. ever. you were gorgeous, his ideal woman. and he was not going to let you get away, not that easy. anytime you wanted to leave he'd always begin to cry. "why do you want to leave me libeling." he'd cry, gripping onto your waist, pulling you back onto the couch. he'd cry and cry and cry until you told him you were joking, even though you weren't. he'd wipe his eyes and look up at you. "I dont like that joke mommy, you know that." he'd say, going back to hugging you.

you never questioned why he acted the way he did. he as always like this, and something about it attracted you to him. the way he'd call you mommy, but tell you that you couldnt leave. boss you around. "mommy go make me food, im hungry." he'd say, letting releasing your boob from his mouth. yea, that was another thing he aways did. anytime you both were cuddling, he'd pull your boob out from your shirt, placing it in his mouth and lay on your chest. it was cute.

whenever you both would have sex, he'd boss you around to. "get on your knees mommy, gonna fuck that throat." and he always did. he'd always whimper how good you treat him, how your only his. your contact with family was limited as well. he didnt have any family to talk to, he only had you. and he only wanted you to have him. of course your family had tried to help you get out that relationship, but you couldnt leave Konig. no matter how controlling or crazy he was, you loved him. and he loved you. but, he loved you a bit too much.

"mommy im going to go to the store now. do you need anything?" he'd ask, placing the pink glittery collar on your neck, tying the rope of it to the coffee table. you had grown accustom to this now. you actually enjoyed it. especially since he did it to make sure you would never escape while he was gone. "mm some ice cream?" you asked, looking up at him. he smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss you. "anything for you mommy. ill be back." he grabbed the keys before turning back to you. "you better still be there when I come back." he said before leaving the house.

and you did. for a bit. it was a sunny day outside, windy. it was the perfect weather. you hadn't seen outside in so long. he always had the patio door locked. "you can escape if I leave it open." he told you. but you wouldn't escape. you were happy where you were right now. but that didnt mean you dont miss the outside. you looked at the TV, watching the girl run around outside, her boyfriend following her. they both looked so happy. why couldnt that be you and Konig?

you knew Konig would be gone for a while. you both lived about 15 miles from a store. plus traffic. you had a good hour and a half before he'd come home. so, with all the strength you had, you began to untie the knot. he never made them too tight. he didnt wanna kill you. he just wanted to keep you still.

you had gotten the knot undone and watched the knot fall to the floor. you swallowed before standing slowly, looking to the front door. you hadn't been outside in so long. and Konig always made it seem like it was the worst out there. "people will murder you mommy. they walk around with knives, guns." he'd tell you every time you look at the door. one time, he actually got angry at you for talking about going outside and tied you to the table, keeping you there for two days. of course he fed you, gave you water. "I dont want to do this but you cant leave me mommy. ever."

so justifiably, you were a bit hesitant. but you made your way to the door, putting on his big shoes, since you no longer had a pair of your own. you gripped the knob tightly, turning it slowly. when you opened the door, the wind blew so softly in your face. it was nice. the sun was out, birds were chirping. there wasn't too many cars outside. you had completely forgotten what it looked like outside your neighborhood. you took a step down, closing the door behind you.

"hey! haven't seen you in a while!" a deep voice called out. you jumped and tried around, meeting eyes with your neighbor, Jackson. "oh hi.. uh.." "Jackson." he laughed, putting the hose down. he jogged over to you, looking at you with a questioning look. "uh whats with the.. collar." he asked, meeting your worried gaze all over. your hand ran over the collar, remembering what Konig said before he left. "u-uh i.. uhm.." you were quickly growing panicked and Jackson caught on almost immediately.

"sit down. I can take it off of you." he said gently, grabbing your hand slowly, trying his hardest not to scare you. you sat on the concrete steps, watching his every move. "d-do you have a gun?" you asked, remembering all the stories Konig had told you. Jackson laughed, looking up at you. but when he realized you were serious, he cleared his throat. "no why..why would I have a gun on me?" he asked. he leaned in close, his hands reaching the back of your neck to undo the collar. his lips were super close, but he never placed them onto yours.

"there." he smiled, moving away. you felt your neck relax, the collar in his hands. " I dont know what Konig has going on in there. he never talks to anyone. ever. I do get worried because you know, nobody can even see inside the house." he said, looking to the door. "does he just keep you in there?" he asked after a moment of silence. you didnt answer. ".. you know. my sister, she was in a relationship like yours. abusive boyfriend. I can get her to talk to you she's actually in th-" "he doesn't abuse me. he treats me really well. he just.. gets scared that ill leave." you said, looking up and down the street. you had no clue what his car looked like, but you looked regardless.

"is that why you have a collar on?" he asked, leaning forward to meet your gaze. you remained silent. "I like things like that." you finally said, maintaining eye contact. he sighed and pursed his lips before standing. " come to my house. I can give you some food. water. whatever you need." he said, reaching his hand out. you looked at it for a moment before looking down. " I have a cat. two." he said, catching your attention. "cats?"

he nodded, a smile forming on his lips. "two cats. it can be for a bit. before he comes home." he said. you were hesitant, looking back into the street. what would happen if Konig came back and saw you weren't in your usual spot? or even in the house? what would happen if he saw you in another mans house? "hey. it'll be for 15 minuets. max. then you can go back. I just wanna make sure you got food and water." he said, kneeling down in front of you. why did he think you were getting abused? you said you weren't. "I already ate today but.. can I play with your cats?" you asked, taking his hand that still hung out. he smiled and nodded, pulling you up. "of course. their names are snowy and rain. one is super white and the other is grey." he said, helping you to his home.

every time Konig left you did this. and you have yet to be caught. it was nice, having a whole new friend. he was super kind, a completely different person than Konig. but you still felt bad for lying to Konig. you weren't cheating, you knew that. but it was nice to make a friend and talk to someone outside those four walls. "I found the ice cream you like by the way, ill bring it to you whenever you come back next." he smiled, walking you back to your house. " oh you didnt have to." you said, stepping onto the first step.

you turned to him, smiling up at him. " yea but.. I guess I just care too much about the small things you say." he said, a soft smile on his face. you looked down, feeling awkward at how close he was. " I uhm.. I wanna take you away from him. you deserve to see the outside, your not some pet." he said, grabbing your chin to lift your head softly. his eyes wandered to your lips, swallowing. " you deserve better." he mumbled, leaning in slow.

you backed away, looking down to your feet. "Jackson im happy here.. I like being in there like that." you said softly. he sighed, lifting your chin again. " why cant you see hes abusing you? ive seen what abuse is before please just-" before he could finish his sentence his body was yanked back, an angry, no. not angry. a furious Konig standing in front of you now. you immediately began to feel dizzy, like you were about to puke. he looked into your eyes, his eye twitching. Jackson groaned below you both, rubbing his throat where his collar was pulled.

"K-Konig I j-just w-" he stepped over Jackson, gripping your wrist and turning you around. he opened the door from behind you, shoving you inside. he closed the door behind him, watching you walk backwards. "mommy who was that? why did you leave? I told you not to leave." he said, walking towards you, long and powerful strides. " h-hes a friend I promise. I just w-wanted to go outside it g-got hot in here." you said, tripping over pure air, falling to the floor. you hit your head on the ground, gripping it. he stood, watching you below him. " am I not good enough? he could have killed you mommy. people have guns. and knives." he said, voice flat. "he doesn't have a gun Konig.. he told me." you replied, wiping your eyes from the impact.

he grabbed your arm, yanking you up. he dragged you into the bedroom, shoving you to the bed. you looked up at him and saw tears in his eyes. "mommy am I not good enough for you? do you not trust me?" he cried, wiping his eyes. you didn't know what to do. you were scared, but hurt. you didn't want to hurt him. you just wanted new friends. "konig I just-" he took the photo of you both on the night stand, throwing it across the room. you jumped, looking down. " mommy you-you broke your promise. you promised you'd stay." he cried, walking over to you.

he pushed you on the bed, laying on top of you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. "i..i'm sorry." you said, still confused on what to do. he sniffled into your shirt. "promise..promise you won't talk to him. every again." he said, looking up at you. of course you didn't want to stop. you had made a friend. a nice person. but Konig was much more important, you couldn't lose him. so you nodded, softly saying 'okay'. he smiled and nodded, laying back on your head. "ill even make sure of it.." he whispered, quietly enough for you to not hear.

you hadn't realized it, but you had fallen asleep shortly after Konig telling you to never leave again. you also woke up to an empty bed. rubbing your eyes, you turned to the alarm clock on his side of the bed. it read 9:20 PM. "how long was I out.." you mumbled. shuffling off the bed, you began to look for your boyfriend, calling misname out softly. you didnt know if he was still mad, or if he was somewhere taking some drastic measure to make you stay in this house with him like boarding up the windows or something.

you yawned, walking down the hall. "konig.." you called out again, peeking your head into the bathroom before making you way into the living room. no lights were on and that terrified you. Konig was not one to leave you alone without telling you. you switched the living room light on, eyes landing right onto Konig's phone. you grabbed it, opening it. he had given you his password for his phone in case you wanted to play games while he made you dinner. he trusted you not to do anything stupid.

just as you were about to explore the rest of your home, you heard a scream from outside. a male scream. you jumped at first, but then turned to the patio door. it was dark outside, the only light coming from the cheap, old street lights. you swallowed and walked over to the patio, pulling the curtains back a bit more to see what was going on. the first thing you saw, was your Jackson's front door wide open, the light from inside his house illuminating the front half of his home. then, your eyes scanned the distance from his house to yours, landing on a figure only 2 feet from where your patio was.

the screaming was no more, it came and went very quickly. but you couldnt stop your hands from shaking as you watched this tall figure's arms move up and slam back down. you didnt have the best hearing, but you were sure you heard some sort of squelching every time this figures arms went down. you felt like you were going to be sick. even more so, you were scarred this man was going to come for you next. Konig wasn't here to protect you. you'd die in this house alone, cut up into small enough pieces to eat.

you felt like a deer in headlights, watching your neighbor be stabbed to death. and it lasted quite a while. the more you watched, the more scared you got. but then, you heard the figures voice. " that'll keep you away." he said, or you ended up making out. the phone in your hand dropped when you realized that figure wasn't some random murderer. it was Konig.

he stood from his kneeled position, wiping his hands on his shirt. he walked over the now limp body on the floor, grabbing a shovel from beside him. you watched as Konig began to shovel into the dirt, obviously making a grave for this poor man. well, was it a poor man? you tried to feel sad. and you think a part of you did. I mean, you just watched someone get fucking murdered. but at the same time, you sorta liked how Konig was so protective and crazy over you.

of course killing someone may be extreme in any case of jealousy, but seeing how far he would go just to keep you with him made your thighs clench together. seeing how he truly believed with his whole heart that you were only his, nobody else can touch you or even be close to you. you know you should feel scared of him at this time, but you didnt. you felt honored, and honestly safe. you had a man who would do anything to make you feel safe, protected. and he wasn't going to ever let you go. you felt genuinely loved and wanted. but maybe that was the months and months of Konig's personality and his own craziness getting to you.

and so, you watched as he dragged Jackson into the hole, quickly covering him back up with dirt. you were a bit scared Konig would be caught, but that was a situation for later. right now, more than anything, you wanted to show him just how much hes made you needy for him.

he patted the area down, trying to make it look less suspicious before making his way back to the patio. his eyes landed on yours once he came up to the door, the shovel in his hand dropping. you slowly slid the door open, looking up at him. it was silent. he didnt say anything, but the tears were not shy of coming out his eyes. " mommy im so.. sorry. did you see-" " everything. I did." you said, looking at his bloody neck and face. his hands were no different, if anything they were worse. his clothes were stained red as well.

he dropped to the floor, burying his head in his hands. sobs escaped from him, loud sobs. " konig come inside please, you'll wake the neighborhood." you said, dragging him by his arms into the house. it obviously took a bit, given his large size, but he eventually was inside, back pressed against the patio door. you sighed and sat in front of him, taking his bloody, shaky hands from his face. " konig please..please look at me." you said, wrapping your hands around two of his large fingers. he sniffled and looked up at you, the blood from his face dripping down.

"i..God.. I liked what you did." you mumbled, looking to his chest. he sniffled once more, looking at you. " what?" he asked, his voice still shaky from being caught. you sighed and scooted forwards onto his lap, looking in his eyes. his watery, doe eyes. he was so beautiful, even when he was covered in blood. " I like how protective you are. how jealous you get. I love it, actually. I love all of it." you said, cupping his face. your thumb slipped the mis of tears and blood away, giving him a soft smile. "really? oh mommy thats such good news." he smiled, pulling you into a hug. you giggled and hugged him back, biting your bottom lip.

of course your main goal was to calm him down, but your second goal was to get him to fuck you. you couldn't stop the throbbing feeling from between your thighs. as he told you how much he loved you into your chest, not even thinking about fucking you, you began to grind yourself slowly, subtly on his thighs. and at first he simply thought you were re adjusting yourself. but when tiny little moans began to come from you, and your hips moved just a bit faster, he quickly caught onto what you were doing. he smiled into your chest, biting the shirt you had on.

" mommy.." he cooed, hand finding your ass. he gripped it, dragging your hips faster. " are you horny right now?" he asked, looking up at you from your shirt. you were embarrassed. I mean he just killed a man and here you were trying to get off. but you couldnt stop the 'yes' that came out of you. he smiled and leaned back onto the patio door, the blood on him only adding to the sensation you felt.

his thigh began to gently bounce below you, his eyes going from innocent to dark in a matter of seconds. he watched as your hips moved faster on his thigh, watching your body lean forward. your mouth fell ajar, the prettiest of whimpers coming from you as you moved yourself perfectly on his thigh, giving your clit the right amount of attention. " mommy likes seeing her baby boy kill for her isn't that right?" he whispered, his free hand working up your shirt. you felt the cold blood on his hands as he gripped your breast, his fingers quick to roll your nipple in between his fingers.

you nodded, looking down to see his thigh bounce faster, but not too fast. just enough to get you to the edge. " well your baby boy would kill for you any time mommy." he said, guiding your hips faster to match the pace of his thigh. he leaned in, his other hand still working on your nipple. " id kill a hundred men for you, just to keep you in this house. keep you here for me mommy. only me." your head fell into his neck, covering your forehead in blood. the knot in your stomach was slowly coming loose and he knew it just by the sounds of those pretty little whined you let slip from out of you.

"come on mommy let it go.. cum for me. cum for your good boy." he begged, a whine coming from him. the tent in his pants only made it harder for you to hold back your orgasm and before you knew it, your body tensed up, sinful sounds escaping your lips. he moaned at the wet spot that formed on his thigh, bleeding (hehe) through his thin sweatpants. you clothed onto him, feeling your whole body shake as you came down, his thigh slowing down to help yo pride out your high. when you pulled away, he groaned at the blood that was dripping down your face.

" ride me mommy, come on." he said, his hands moving quickly to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down. you fell off his lap, but quickly went back to your place. the night shorts you had on, he slid to the side, exposing your wet, dripping cunt. he whined at the sight, bitting his bottom him. " well come on mommy its your dick. ride it." he said, looking up at you. you wasted little time in positioning yourself over his tip, sliding down. you wanted to go slow, get yourself used to the feeling again, but Konig had other plans.

his hands gripped your hips and shoved you down, his head thrown back against the glass, a pained whimper leaving your lips. he raised your hips, looking down at the small amount of blood on his dick. your blood. he moaned at the sight before slamming you back down. your hands gripped his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut. he gave you no time to adjust to him, but that was also something that turned you on. "come on mommy ride it. show me how much of a good boy I was for killing him." he whined, slapping your face gently to open your eyes.

your hips began to move up and down, slowly at first. you gasped as his size continued to stretch your cunt out, slowly picking up the pace afterwards. his hands gripped onto your hips harder, a whimper leaving his lips every time you went back down on him. his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth left open slightly. you looked at him and as badly as you wanted to kiss him, you didnt want the blood in your mouth. " oh mommy your..doing so fucking good~ please tell me im a good boy" he whined, looking down at you as you bounced up and down, up and down.

" y-yours such a good..good boy baby. such a good boy" you cooed, adjusting yourself so you now were in a squatting position, feet pressed flat to the ground. he moaned as your praised him, the switch in position making his hips buck up. your own head fell back as you felt him reach your cervix, but your hips never stopping. " your my mommy.. all fucking mine." he growled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. his hips thrusted up into you, fast and deep. his balls slapped right at the bottom of your arse, adding to the already sloppy sounds of his dick moving in and out your cunt.

your hands pressed onto the patio door, your mouth left wide open. both of you let out moans and whimpers with each thrust of his hips, not only the feeling of love but the feeling of possessiveness floating in the air. " fuck your so tight mommy, love fucking your cunt. only I can right? only y-your baby..boy can?" he asked, gripping your tighter. you nodded quickly, trying your hardest to get words out but they never came. he slid out and pushed you off him, making your body fall back. he dragged you back to him by your ankles, hovering over your body. he gripped his base and slammed it right back into where it belonged, hips jutting into yours all over.

his hands gripped your calves, pulling your legs over his shoulders. your back arched off the cold floor, hands gripping the coffee table right behind you. " all m-mine.. " he whimpered, his head dropping into your chest, your body folding forward more. " im yours b-baby.. forever." you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he picked his head up, looking down at you. he loved seeing you react to him fucking you, loved seeing the way your wet lips were parted, the blood on your face dripping down to your neck. " gonna make you fucking pregnant mommy. gonna be mine- fuck - forever. you understand?" he moaned, his hand finding your throat and gripping it.

you nodded, choking out a 'yes'. his looked down, watching your cunt form bubbled of your slick around his dick, the squelching sounds growing louder as his pace picked up. " fuck mommy~ this pussy is s-so good" he whined, his eyes crossing as he felt his orgasm reaching him. your hands gripped onto the table harder, mouth falling ajar. his thrusts began to jerk your own body forward, legs still around his shoulders. the knot that you felt moments ago was back, and it was coming fast.

" keep going Konig p-please.. im gonna c-cum!" you whimpered, looking down at where his dick slammed into yours. your own juices were running down your arse, coating the inside of your thighs. " im n-not gonna stop mommy I promise.. please cum" he moaned, his head dropping back into your chest, the hand the was on your throat quickly began to pull your boob out from under your shirt, his lips finding the nipple. his tongue ran circles over the nipple, bitting it and occasionally pulling at it.

the only words that came from your lips at this moment was 'Konig'. the only words coming from him were 'mommy'. you began to pulse around his dick, his thrusts becoming sloppy too. " hold it mommy.. gonna c-cum together so fucking hold it." he whined, going right back to sucking on your nipple. you clenched around him trying to hold back your orgasm. but the way he was ramming into your g spot, hitting your cervix so painfully well. it was hard. and it didnt help that his cute little whimpers were going more frequent.

however, he raised his head, looking down at you with hooded eyes and wet lips. " cum mommy, please cum all over me." he begged, his thrusts becoming sloppy. you nodded quickly, releasing the grip from your cunt. he looked down as he watched your cum spurt out of you, covering his lower half and chest with it. that was enough to set him over the edge. " oh fuck- mommy~" he whined, giving you two final, hard thrusts before his cum shot deep into you. his hands found your hips, gripping onto them as his body shook. tears dropped from his eyes, small gasps to accompany them.

his body fell onto yours, still shaking from the powerful orgasm youth experienced. it was silent for a bit, the sound of heavy breathing filling the air, you felt his cum begin to seep out you and so did he. he raised himself slowly, looking back down to thrust his hips into yours. gently tho, he too was completely fucked out. " gotta keep.. my cum in you mommy." he breathed out, lazily thrusting his hips back int you.

when he pulled out he reached over to you, pulling you just enough so he could lift you into his arms. he kissed your cheek, and then slipped your boob into his mouth for a moment. releasing it with a pop, he looked up at you. " lets shower. then, we look for new places to live." he smiled. you giggled and nodded, resting your head into his bloody chest, replaying in your head what just happened.

to whoever requested this I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! I have no idea what the hell happened to your request I just opened Tumblr and the original post I was going to post was gone so I hope you find this <3

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig #konig smut #konig fanfiction #konig x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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I Knew Your Were Trouble When You Walked In 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The clanging is enough to drive you crazy. You snap shut your laptop and let out a huff. A day where you can just stay home and get your work done and the landlord is doing maintenance. It has to be that day.

You check the time and rub your eyes. You look down at your pajama pants mournfully. You’re going to have to wear real clothes. You change into a pair of cords and a gray button up. You pack up your bag and shrug on a jacket as you step into your shoes.

You jingle out with your keys, locking the door behind you before quickly fleeing the echoing metalling thrums. You take the stairs down and tuck your chin down against the crisp autumn air. A tea will help with that, maybe something with a kick of caffeine to wake you up.

The cafe is only a block away. You order some ginger tea and take it to a table in the corner. You set up and hunker down to get through the last of your emails. You cup your chin as you lean your elbow on the table, entranced by the screen.

The rush of the cafe is almost soothing. The white noise helps you get through the overstuffed email sent by your supervisor. Check, check, got that done. You sip your tea as it cools and sit up to type your reply.

“You can have coffee?” The voice interrupts your frantic typing. You look up with brows furrowed. How on earth? “Genuinely curious,” Pete sits across from you, setting his paper cup down on the other end of the table, “with dialysis and everything.”

You blink at him and refocus on your laptop. You don’t want to know how he found you. Whether it’s cruel fate or something more sinister, you have more important things going on.

“You pack a real blow, you know that? I had a bruise and everything,” he complains, “not very nice and I’ll say I’ve been really nice to you.”

You continue to ignore him as you resume your response to Caroline. In hindsight, you would rather sit through the clanking of wrenches and pipes. You swallow your agitation, tuning out the silhouette just on the other side of your screen.

Suddenly, your laptop crushes your hands and your eyes pop up. Pete’s hand lingers on the cover as you snatch your fingers out from under it. You tilt your head in frustration.

“You look like a sweet girl,” he says, “but you’re not, are you?”

“Excuse me?” You hiss.

“Ah, come on, loosen up," he winks.

You shake your head and contemplate your options. You could pack up and go but you risk leading him back to your building. Telling him to go away isn't going to do too much and ignoring him only seems to encourage him.

"You like sweets? They got a great chocolate croissant."

"I'm not hungry," you insist and go back to typing. "I'm busy."

"Lonely too, by the looks of it," he leans forward, "let me buy you something, sweetheart."

Your eyes flick up and you give him a glare. You don't understand this man and he surely doesn't understand you. You're less than interested in any guy but especially not him. Your life has order and you value that. What little you can control, you hold close.

"You don't just come down to the cafe looking like you do and not want attention," he pushes on your laptop again and you stop it from closing. "I mean… how many dudes are gonna hit on a sick girl anyway? I accept you, babe, kidneys and all–"

"That's it," you snap, "get away from me. Now."

"Hey, it's a compliment–"

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"It's fine, we can move past this, I like a little fire–"

You flutter your lashes at him as your chest burns. You want to scream and cry at the same time. You look around, reminding yourself of your audience and take a deep breath.

"I'm asking you nicely…" your voice cracks, betraying you, "to go."

"I didn't do anything wrong–"

"There a problem here?" A deep growl has you shrinking further as Pete turns in his chair to look defiantly up at the man in the black apron.

"No problem. None of your business, bus boy."

The man with the black apron crosses his arms and scoffs, "big problem. I own this place so if you don't leave in the next fifteen seconds, I'll have you trespassed."

"Whatever, bro, me and the lady are having a chat–"

"He bothering you?" The man in the apron asks. You nod, breathless. "On your feet before I throw you on your ass," he growls at Pete.

"Like to see you try," Pete stands and puffs out his chest, "you're getting a one-star, bud." He crushes his cup into the man's apron, spilling the coffee down it, "coffee tastes like dirt anyway."

"Have a good day," the owner sneers, staring until Pete finally retreats, not without sending you a lecherous leer.

You watch after him and swallow, "I'm sorry–"

"You okay?" The man holds the dripping cup, foam on his name tag that reads 'Curtis'.

"Yeah, thanks," you murmur, "I didn't mean to make a scene."

"No worries, you need anything, just ask for Curt," he gives a curt bow and backs away, leaving your to wallow in a stormy rush of nerves.

#pete brenner #dark pete brenner #dark!pete brenner #pete brenner x reader #drabble #series #pain hustlers #i knew you were trouble when you walked in

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eiightysixbaby · 1 year

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Can you do a little eddie and reader blurb where they went from being friends to lovers and its kinda awkward in the beginning because they both realize who they are dating 😅

AHH please this is such a cute idea!! lil awkward nervous babies 🥹 this is v short i apologize but i hope i did it justice anon 🫶🏻

this is basically just fluffy nonsense hope u enjoy <3

eddie swings open the van door, extending his arm out dramatically to let you out of the vehicle.

“and they say chivalry is dead..” you tease, hopping down onto your driveway and taking his hand.

you lead eddie to your front door, setting your milkshake down momentarily to fidget with the key in the lock. finally hearing the telltale click to let you know you’re in, you push the door open and flick on the lights.

“wanna go up to your room, sweetheart?” eddie asks and you nod, your heart fluttering in your chest, butterflies filling your stomach as he leads the way up the stairs.

you and eddie have been friends since the 7th grade, when you stopped on your walk home from school to help him rescue a baby squirrel that had fallen from a tree. you always knew eddie was special, and he knew that about you, too. your bond was like no other, completely unbreakable, the two of you basically attached at the hip. over time, your feelings got a little more complicated, but luckily eddie was in the same boat. eddie confessed his feelings for you at your last movie night together and…. long story short, the two of you find yourselves as a couple in the present day, you’d been going out officially for a few days now. and it was going great, really, eddie had just taken you out for ice cream (your first official date) and it felt so good to hold his hand in public, showing him off.

but now… well. it’s just you and him, alone at your house. just the two of you. newly dating. at your house. walking up to your bedroom. you swallow thickly as you sit across from eddie on your bed, legs criss-cross. it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around eddie, no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. it’s just that you’re not used to the whole… ‘couple’ thing, there are new boundaries to be crossed now, and your palms start to sweat the more you think about it.

eddie shifts slightly on your mattress, slurping on the last remnants of his milkshake, filling the silence. he gets up, throws the cup in the trash, sits back down. his hand finds its way to your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin. his big, sparkly brown puppy eyes are gazing into yours, and it takes your breath away for a moment. before you can process what’s happening, he’s started to lean in. to kiss you. on the lips. your best friend eddie who’s now your boyfriend eddie is about to kiss you on the lips. his lips barely ghost over yours before he’s suddenly backing away from you.

“ah, shit, I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing your thigh. “I just… is this okay? do you wanna do this? cause like, we totally don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable..” he rambles, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“no! noooo, I’m not uncomfortable. I-I wanna kiss you, eddie. I mean, unless you’re uncomfortable?”

“me? oh, no. noooonono. I’m totally comfortable. I just, ah,” he pauses, looking at you for a moment, causing the two of you to burst into laughter. “god, look at us, we’re ridiculous,” he chuckles, shaking his head a little.

you bite your lip to stop your giggles, reaching out to grab eddie’s arm reassuringly.

“I really, really wanna kiss you eddie. I just, my brain is like, having way too many thoughts right now? like, I’m about to kiss my best friend, and that’s- I mean that’s crazy, right? I just can-” eddie’s lips against yours cut off your nervous babbling. your body goes weak, slumping into the kiss fully. his lips are so soft against yours, so gentle, as if he’s afraid you’d break if he kissed you any harder.

he pulls away finally, his hand moving from your thigh to cup your face.

“was that okay?” he asks, beaming at you, his cheeks flushed pink.

“yeah, ed, yeah. that was more than okay,” you sigh, pulling him back into you for more.

you only have to hype yourselves up for about twenty minutes before you take each others clothes off, and only have a few fits of adorably awkward giggles as your bodies rock gently together for the first time. progress, right?

#blurb requests 💕#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #leah’s got mail 💌

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faghubby · 5 months

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Christmas Miracle

"Paulie come here" Morgan called from the bedroom. I stopped what I was doing and rush to her.

"I have decided to give you the best Christmas present ever" Morgan told me. "But first I want you to make yourself all girlie" she teased stepping close to me. She kissed my neck. I wasted no time first jumping in the shower to touch up any loose hairs I might have.

Morgan had helped me explore my submissive nature over the past two years. It had started as a game, but grew. I now exclusively wore not only panties but often a bra and stockings as well under my clothes. Morgan had tought me how to do my makeup and hair. Having me dress fully as a woman most weekends. Morgan and I had not had traditional sex in almost a year. Instead often lesbian sex. Using toys on each other and me orally pleasing her. On rare occasions she would stroke my dick. Morgan also cuckold me. But we didn't talk about it. As she put it, "it is none of your business what I do with men"

As I got out if the shower I found a red Christmas dress waiting for me. Along with sexy red lingerie. I got dressed. And did my makeup. I looked very sexy in my Christmas outfit I thought. Morgan was dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt when I found her. I towered over her in my 3 inch heels.

"You look perfect" Morgan smiled.

"Now, I decided for Christmas I am giving you freedom" she smiled. "No more hiding, I am going to help you introduce Paulina to the world." She told me. I was a bit worried.

"So we have an appointment to have our Christmas pictures taken. She grabbed her keys and led me to the car. I had been out dressed before but she drove to a local shop and made me go in. The photographer knew all about what she wanted posing us with me in the submissive role. Sitting with Morgan above me. Or playful where Morgan lifted me up. Morgan was happy with the pics. Not even letting me look. She chose one for a mass online card to everyone we knew.

"Paulina, come hit send" she told me. I hesitated.

"You know you want everyone to know, I think the family already suspects" Morgan told me. As I stood there the photographer reached under my dress. Startled I hit send.

"Do you want him" Morgan whispered in my ear. She didn't wait for an answer she pushed me to my knees. I had never sucked a real cock. Only Morgan's toys. I reached up and unzipped his pants. And pulled out his cock. Morgan stepped away as I took his cock in my mouth.

Meanwhile I heard my phone start digging like crazy. Morgan laughed

"OH everyone loves the pic baby. Even your mom" she told me.

"You seem to be enjoying Brad's cock baby" she said as I gagged on it. Just then he grabbed my head and pumped his load down my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough gagging and coughing spitting his cum all over myself.

"Paulina you need to learn to swallow" Morgan said. She pushed me back to his cock. "Clean him up at least" I licked his softening cock and balls clean. I felt ashamed of what I had done as I stood up.

"Don't worry baby, I will find you lots of cocks to suck" Morgan told me. I was rock hard in my panties it showed thru the tight dress.

"Someone really liked sucking cock" Morgan giggled as Brad zipped up his pants and unlocked the door. I had not even realized he had locked it. Morgan led me out with cum still on my dress and my dick rock hard bulging my dress. Morgan read me my messages as I drove home.

"Your boss said you look pretty" she laughed. "Maybe you could work out a way to get a raise"

"John, says he can't wait to fuck me again" Morgan commented about my cousin

"Your mom said she loves the dress, wants to know if you will be wearing it to Christmas dinner" Morgan kept answering the messages but didn't tell me what she replied.

"Wow, Joe (my best friend) has a big cock" she said showing me a dick pic he sent me. When we got home we saw our neighbor staring at us with disgust.

"Go get the mail" Morgan told me. I walked to the end of the driveway. When I came inside. Morgan was stripped down to just her plain white panties.

"You where so naughty. Sucking Brad's cock" she told me. She picked up a leather strap.

'What is that for?" I said my voice shaking.

"Call Joe, ask him to come over and fuck you" she told me. She wrapped the leather strap gently around my neck.

"call Joe, if you don't want to let him fuck you, ask him to come fuck me" she told me. I picked up my phone.

"Hey sissy" Joe said as he answered.

"Joe, um you have a nice cock" I stuttered. Why did I say that?

"well thank you" he laughed.

"Would you like to come over?" I asked softly

"Be there soon" he said and hung up.

"You didn't ask him" Morgan said taking the leather strap.

"Bend over the couch with you panties pulled down" she ordered me. We had never even spoken about this. But I did as she said.

SMACK the strap stung my ass. I jumped.

"Don't move" Morgan said as a second blow hit.

"Want another or are you ready to admit what you are to the world" she asked. I didn't want another that was for sure. She squirted lube in my ass.

"when Joe gets here tell him what you did with Brad and ask him to help you do better" she told me. She shoved a large plug in my ass. She had me kneel by the front door and wait. Joe knocked a few minutes later I just said come in.

"Don't you look hot" Joe said.

"I tried to suck a cock today, but couldn't swallow. Will you help me?" I said. He dropped his pants he wore no underwear. I took him in my mouth.

"OH yes, suck my cock, you can suck it everyday if you want to" he told me.

"Hello, Morgan" Joe said I went to turn my head but Joe help my head on his cock.

"Your wife is so hot" Joe told me. As I continued to suck his cock. Morgan came up behind me and pushed on the plug in my ass. I moaned around Joe's cock.

"Like this Morgan said taking Joe's cock and sucking on it then put it back in my mouth. And his balls sweety. Lick and suck his balls. I did as she instructed. She then whispered in my ear.

"Joe will you please Fuck Morgan for me, she needs a man to fuck her" I pleaded. Morgan kissed my cheek and stood. joe carried her to our room and locked the door. I sat and listened to then fuck. Morgan moaned and cried out several times. As I heard Joe grunting.

The door opened suddenly and Joe appeared. His cock hanging soft. He waited a moment. Without a word I licked him clean tasting both his and Morgan's juices.

"You are a bitch now" Joe told me. As he went to gather his clothes from the front hall. I found Morgan in bed.naked her pussy red and swollen with Joe's seed leaking from it.

"Do you want to clean me? She asked. I just buried my head between her thighs without a word.

"You can never go back, everyone knows" Morgan reminded me. As she had me clean out all my male clothes from my closet.

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prosperdemeter2 · 2 months

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Teaser Tuesday - glass

Haven't teased this in awhile 👀 It's slowly coming, but it's coming. I honest to God love this fic.

“Thanks for, uhm,” Evan trailed off, squinting his eyes against the harsh glare of rain on pavement. He shuffled his feet, his hand rubbing at the skin on the back of his neck and his cheeks dusted with a light spattering of pink. “For dinner.” He finished lamely. Eddie had lived in Boston for a season, now, and he still didn't think he'd ever get used to the noise. Evan lived near the harbor in a new, tall building that overlooked the water and sat against a backdrop of crystallized glass. It probably cost Eddie’s entire month's salary to rent there, and he was sure Evan didn't make enough at the restaurant - even as a bartender that moonlighted as a member of their kitchen staff when it was busy or he was bored - to afford it on his own. He knew he didn't. That he lived with his brother, a man Eddie had met only once and didn't have much of an opinion on. Things between Evan and Daniel were complicated. There seemed to be a lot of love there, a bucket full of respect, but something deeper that Evan clearly never wanted to talk about. “Of course.” He said and tried not to feel intimidated standing in front of all of that glass. Eddie should have left it at that. Gone back to Shannon’s hotel. Picked up Chris to put him to bed at an… entirely unreasonable time. “Even if it was in my own kitchen.” Evan said with a cheeky little smile, looking sideways at Eddie through his eyelashes. God, he was beautiful. With the dying summer heat and humidity clinging to his skin, the light tan to his arms, the way his hair was brighter in the sun, like it contained sushine itself, curls fighting to break free of where he had tamed them under a backwards base all cap with the Red Sox logo on the front. “It's not like I made you do any work.” Eddie accepted the tease for what it was, a stalling tactic. He leaned back against the cooling metal of his truck, thumbing his keys in his pocket. Evan looked at him, all of two steps away, on the sidewalk where Eddie was on the curb and dipped his teeth ever so lightly into his lower lip. “Would…” he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing in his throat, his eyes glancing down Eddie’s entire body in a way that made him feel like he had caught on fire and quickly been put out. “Would you like to come up? Daniel's working the late shift tonight.” Meaning… they would have the apartment to themselves. Evan's whole fancy apartment that probably had big windows and expensive furniture. He had been to Eddie’s, been pressed down into Eddie’s secondhand mattress, and slept on the pillows that had been empty for so long. Eddie could see how it would happen. They'd keep their hands off of each other until they were inside. Evan would push him against the door the moment he locked it. He'd ask for permission like he always did. And when Eddie gave it, he'd claim him as his own again. It would be slow, or maybe even a bit fast, depending, and it would be… he'd taste like Eddie’s horrible drinks, like the quesadillas he had made on the stove. He'd whimper and whine, and with no one else house they'd be loud for once. No bitten off noises or muffled sounds. His mattress was probably a lot more comfortable than Eddie’s could ever have a dream of being. “Yes.” He breathed out and then blinked, shaking himself. “But I can't.” Evan’s face did something complicated. A flutter of his eyelashes to show disappointment and then a roll of his lips in acceptance. No one's ever really… wanted me to stay the night before. He had said when Eddie offered it to him. “Oh.” He scratched behind his ear and cleared his throat. “Right, uhm… well, thanks for the… you know. Dinner.”

“I have to pick up Chris.” Eddie said in a rush. “Before, you know…” He joked awkwardly. Lamely. “Before Shannon does something crazy like… take him back to Texas or something.” Not that she would but the worry was still passivly in his mind. Shannon didn't want to be a parent, at least not all of the time, and they both knew that what Eddie had carved out for them in Boston was what was best for him now. “Otherwise… I would.” Evan tugged his lip into his mouth like he didn't believe him. Or, like he did believe him, but wasn't sure if he could. “Yeah?” Of course, he would. Eddie would have been dumb not to. But Chris came first, and Eddie’s libido (and love life) could wait. “Yeah.” Evan smiled, slow and shy. “Okay.” He said softly. Pleasantly. “Okay?” He blinked up at him, “Yeah. Okay.” Evan rolled himself forward, not allowing himself a moment to pause and think about what he was doing. His lips landed lightly against Eddie’s, wet and welcoming and a taste that Eddie wanted to chase for however long he was allowed it. “Goodnight, Eddie.” Eddie swallowed as he pulled back, settled himself inches away and tried not to lick his lips in fear that, if he did, he would lose Evan’s taste from them entirely. “Night, Ev.”

#buddie #911 fic #teaser tuesday #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #glass #Daniel lives AU

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underworldboss · 9 months

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"Let's Separate the Myth from the Gospel Truth..."

"Okay, so, lots of you crazy kids know your Greek mythology, but let me just tell ya straight up: the stories you know are like the results of playin' a game of telephone over thousands of years. Distorted mumbo jumbo! So I'm gonna set the record straight and give you fine people the full and true story of Hades! And this time those pesky Muses aren't gonna misconstrue what I've got to say! So relax, pull up a chair, and grab a bag of Feta Puffs. Let's get this show on the road!

"Back when the world was new, the Titans were running things and really driving everyone's cosmic property value into the dirt. You know the song and dance number, so I'm not repeating it. Cronus was the king of the titans, and he was the most powerful one of them all, controlling the universe with three gems that let him bend time and space to his will. But with great power comes great paranoia. See, he and the other Titans overthrew his dad Uranus to gain power, and the Fates gave him a prophecy warning him that his own kids would do the same thing to him.

"Well, as my rotten luck would have it, my mother, Cronus's wife Rhea, was pregnant with me at the time, and Cronus's solution to that prophecy was to swallow me whole so that I could never usurp him. And my mother just let it happen! She just drank lots and lots of wine to make herself forget about the atrocities she was party to (don't think I've ever see her sober). Cronus did the same thing to my brother Poseidon and the other children of the Titans, the future gods. And yeah, I know your myths say that all the gods are related to me, but that's just another example of mythology telephone. We were in my daddy dearest's stomach together, but Poseidon and Zeus were my only blood related siblings.

"But then along came Zeus. Apparently, Rhea grew a conscience after letting her first two kids get eaten by their father, and so she used her magic to make a rock look like Zeus and fed that to Cronus instead. Can you believe her? Doesn't give a satyr's ass about me or Po-Po, but her golden boy Zeus was just a smidge too far. Mother of the year right there. Well Zeus grew up in secret and trained for years to defeat Cronus, and then he came back, gave Cronus a potion to make him up-chuck, and well... you get the gist. Suffice to say I was free at last.

"And okay, lemme just address this one thing right here: I am the first born son of Cronus and Rhea, but I was the last god freed from Cronus's stomach, which is why Zeus calls me his little brother... Also because me being younger helped legitimize him taking the throne for himself, but I'm getting ahead of myself. So me and my fellow former contents of Cronus's stomach join forces with Zeus, and the Titanomachy war breaks out. Big fight, lots of lightning booga-booga, and, hey, I hedge my bets by double dealing with both sides under Zeus and Cronus's noses, but the gods win in the end.

"Zeus defeated Cronus in battle and banished him to spend eternity locked away in Tartarus. He then took the Gems of Cronus and scattered them across the cosmos, hoping they'd be lost forever... except the one he kept locked away on Olympus for a rainy day, but shhh, you're not supposed to know about that one. The other Titans got locked away in Tartarus too, except for, get this, Rhea. I wanted to lock her up and throw away the key, but Zeus had a soft spot for mommy dearest and just banished her to a cosmic golf course retirement villa. Oy, it still BURNS me up that she got off scot-free.

"Well, Zeusy names himself King of Mount Olympus even though it should have been MY gig, but the other gods supported him, so, hey, what'cha gonna do? Bolt Boy starts delegating jobs for all the gods, and in his infinite wisdom, he sticks me with the Underworld to be the Titans' jailer and keep track of the dead people. Sound like fun? No it isn't. And let me just tell ya, the Underworld was a PIGSTY when I got it dumped on me. The plumbing problems with the five rivers? Forget about it! But you're not here to listen to me kvetch. Suffice to say, I start plotting to take Olympus for myself from that moment forward.

"The Underworld job came with two 'perks', if you can call 'em that: a pair of imps, Pain and Panic, to be my personal servants. And, hey, they're not the best minions, but at least they were housebroken. Gave me someone to talk to and FRY when things went wrong. But it was a lonely life down under, bein' far away from the other gods on Olympus, and a god has needs, if you know what I mean. It was time to find myself a wife to be Queen of the Underworld by my side, and that's when I saw her: Persephone.

"Persephone was a total knockout and the Goddess of Spring, Demeter's daughter. You'd get a flare up just lookin' at her. Now, see, she didn't want anything to do with me since she was so wrapped up in her hippie nature lovin' shtick, so I tried everything to get her attention. I chained myself to a giant olive tree to keep it from gettin' chopped down - nothin'! I had Pain and Panic pose as cute helpless animals in distress so that I could 'save' them - nada! So, I decided, hey, why try to be someone else? I'll just go with my strengths, namely being evil. So I kidnapped her and dragged her down to the Underworld.

"Now I know how that sounds, but it wasn't so bad. I built her a mansion in the Underworld on Styx front property, and that was NOT cheap! But I found somethin' out real quick after I started livin' with that girl: she was annoying. Total militant vegan annoying. She threw out all my red meat, started tryin' to hook the Underworld up with green energy, and nagged me constantly about goin' 'Cruelty Free." ME! The Lord of the DEAD! Oy, romance was NOT everything it was cracked up to be. I was THIS close to kicking her out and sending her back to Demeter...

"...But then along came Zeus... and Hermes and Demeter. Apparently kidnapping 'Seph triggered an eternal winter up above, and, hey, who am I to say no to the world above dying? Zeus said I had to give Persephone back to her mother, because of course he had to stick his big orange nose where it didn't belong. No way was I gonna let Bolt Boy boss me around this time, and when I was doin' my home improvements in the Underworld, I found a little somethin' special to give me what I wanted...

"Erebus. The most ancient of all darkness. That stuff was old when my dad was King of Olympus. Do NOT touch it! Erebus has an appetite that puts Ursula to shame. It can eat through a universe if you get enough of it! After Zeus and Demeter annulled my shotgun wedding to Persephone, I tried to use the Erebus to keep her there. A handful of pomegranate seeds imbued with raw Erebus would've made 'Seph toxic to any place outside of the Underworld. Zeusy would've had no choice but to make her stay in the Underworld. It was all so perfectly planned.

"Unfortunately, Zeus caught wind of my plan. Before she could eat the seeds, Zeus pushed me and the seeds into the Phlegethon to 'save' Persephone. Never mind what that all-infused mineral bath did to his 'baby brother.' But, hey, some cosmetic changes end up bein' for the best. Wouldn't have my fiery hair without it! They took Persephone, high tailed it outta there, and now Demeter does the whole winter thing once a year to commemorate the occasion or somethin'. So needless to say, I HATE spring because it reminds me of my ex-wife. Moving on.

"After Zeus dunked me in the River of Fire, I decided that I'd put off my schemes of conquest for too long. Went ahead and made an alliance with Echidna so that she and her many many kids would join my team for the uprising. She even gave me a puppy to guard the Underworld as a show of good faith, and, boom, that's how I got Cerberus. I also made an appointment with the Fates to get the dish on how best to overthrow Zeusy-High-and-Mighty! They revealed that in eighteen years, when the planets aligned, I could free the Titans and topple Olympus with their help, but with one big catch: Zeus's little sun spot kid Hercules could muck up my hostile takeover bid.

"I had a special potion tucked away for a rainy day that could turn gods mortal, and trust me, it wasn't cheap to get it. It only worked on gods who hadn't come into their full power yet, which made it perfecto for the bouncing baby brat. I sent Pain and Panic to kidnap the kid and turn him mortal, but, of course, they BOTCHED THE JOB! He didn't drink the last drop and retained his godlike strength, and they didn't kill him!

"Now the timeline here gets a little fuzzy for me. Had a bad run in with some Lethe Water at some point during Hercules's teenage years. But once I figured out Jerkules was alive, I started hatching a bunch of different schemes to hedge my bets and take control of Olympus. None of 'em panned out, but ya can't blame a guy for tryin'. Met Jafar for the first time during that time period, and he helped fill in some blanks later on. But, basically, had a run in with Lethe Water at some point, lost all memory of Jerkules bein' alive, and went right back to blissfully settin' things up for the prophecy.

"I invested in a new minion at the time, a girl named Megara. She desperately sold her soul to me to save her boyfriend's life, and, look, I'm not sayin' I made him abandon her, but it sure cleared her schedule up havin' him gone. Of course, it wasn't long after that when I found out Jerkules was alive and well again. I threw everything I had at the kid, but he just wouldn't DIE! So I tried a different approach: I threw Meg at 'im. And he fell for the girl, hook, line, and sinker.

"I used Meg as leverage to take Wonder Boy off the board, and then I finally released the Titans and defeated Zeus! What we in the biz call a two-for-one special! Power was MINE at LAST! ... For about ten minutes! We tripped at the finish line because little Nutmeg had to go all noble! She sacrificed herself to save Herc, then he sacrificed HIMSELF to save HER, and all my plans just sorta fell apart, ending in me getting knocked into the Styx by Jerkules.

"But, hey, I got outta there with a little help from my old friend, Jafar. You can't keep the Lord of the Dead down, and the devil's always gonna get his dues! Bolt Boy and his little sun spot better start countin' their days, because I've got a hot spot reserved for both of them DOWN UNDER!"

#Hades #Disney Hades #Disney Hercules #Hercules 1997 #Hercules #Persephone #Disney Villains #Zeus #Disney backstory #backstory

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Cruel Summer

Chapter 6: Plausible Deniability

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The oppressive morning sun beamed down on you harshly as you paced the winding front porch that wrapped around the house. You chewed your thumb nail nervously. You chewed and you paced.

It’s been a few minutes since the person you called went into the house, armed with a crowbar and you were slowly losing your mind outside. You knew you weren’t alone in the mansion; someone or something was there with you. That’s why you sent someone in to look around. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be in the mansion is in fact in the mansion. Is it a squatter that has somehow eluded you for almost a whole twenty-four hours? You didn’t know and that drove you crazy.

You stopped pacing and chewing, you pinched the bridge of your nose as a heavy sigh escaped you. The not knowing was eating you alive.

You jumped a bit when your phone began going off in your hand, a small gasp filled the early morning quiet. You looked to see it was your mum once again. You swallowed hard and pressed the green button on the screen.

“Mum,” you greeted flatly. Your mum just talked to you less than an hour ago, you don’t know why your mum insists on calling you a hundred times a day.

“Where do you keep your bathroom cleaners?” She asked right off the bat. You were stunned out of the semi sour mood, and forced you to be baffled and curious. Your dark brows furrowed as you stared blankly into the foliage surrounding the mansion.

“What?” You perplexedly retorted.

“Where do you keep the cleaners for the toilet?” Yep, you definitely heard your mum right. You blinked a few times before making a confused expression to no one.

“Why?” You drew out.

“Because your bathroom is disgusting, Evelyn,” your mum announced stubbornly. Your confusion and curiosity swiftly swung to annoyed and disbelief in the blink of an eye. You put a hand on your hip as you looked around. You couldn’t believe it, it’s been a little less than twenty-four hours and she’s already abusing her privilege of having a spare key to your flat. You had a hunch she’d do something like this, but you believed it’d be after a few days of being away before she broke. It’s been less than a day.

You sighed heavily as the load of everything going on weighed on your shoulders; the weird things happening, someone calling your name and now there’s an armed human being hunting for the cause of said weirdness inside the mansion felt like the weight of the world. That piled on top of stress of renovations and the upkeep of the mansion at the same time made your mum’s invasion seem extra personal.

You licked your lips then shook your head in defeat.

“They’re in the hall cupboard, top shelf at the back,” you told her. Your mum chirped a thank you before hanging up.

‘I don’t know why I keep letting her do this. It’s hindering both of our growth. Mum won’t cut the umbilical cord and I feel too guilty to do it myself,’ you thought to yourself sullenly. You pressed your lips tightly together in frustration and you let out a loud throaty groan.

You damn near jumped out of your own skin when you felt a hot pressure caress your shoulder. You let out a loud gasp as you spun around to face the source of the hot pressure. In front of you was the average height man. His almost black eyes widened in surprise, letting the morning sun sparkle like black coffee in the morning in them. He jumped back a bit as well; raising both hands in the air in surrender, the crowbar clattering to the wooden floor.

“Whoa, Eve, it’s me!” Felix cried. The second you realized it was just Felix and not the intruder you punched Felix in the arm as hard as you could.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You shouted in annoyance. His surprised expression changed into an amused one as he rubbed the spot you hit.

“Sorry,” he uttered through the side of his mouth as it curled into a half smirk. “–Anyways, there’s no one here. Every door and window is locked. There’s no trace of anyone besides you here.” You pursed your lips again and sighed through your nose, your arms crossing lazily under your bust. You were convinced there was someone else in the mansion with you. That terrified you. But Adam has taught you some of his combat stuff he learned while in the army. So, if there was someone else in the house, you knew how to defend yourself effectively.

“You seem really freaked out,” Felix commented accurately. You squeezed your arms as reassurance; if you didn’t look at how freaked out you were then you didn’t have to deal with it. If you don’t see it then it doesn’t exist.

All of a sudden your voice failed you, leaving you silently rocking from side to side while reassuringly squeezing your folded arms. You could only bounce your gaze around, never staying on one thing for too long, especially Felix. But you failed at that, your eyes more than once remaining on the observing man.

“I’m off today, how ‘bout I stay here for the day, to make sure there really is no one in the house,” Felix offered kindly. You felt your mouth curl upwards in a flattered smile.

“Are you down to do inventory?” You questioned with a cocked eyebrow. Felix ran his fingers through his dark unwashed hair, flexing his exposed bicep casually.

“I was doing inventory in the womb,” he jokingly bragged. You couldn’t help but giggle and shake your head.

The morning wore on, you and Felix were able to tackle the last of the figurines that littered the living room. Most of them were custom made or pure crystal. Although there was one casualty, a crystal Yorkshire Terrier took a nose dive off the shelf as you tried to reach above your head. You whispered it an apology as you swept up the broken glass before going back to taking inventory.

Of course you had actually put some clothes on; a pair of fitted short shorts that were high waisted and a black shirt You also tossed your hair up into a messy bun, leaving your bangs and two pieces of hair to face your face down.

Luckily, the morning wasn’t quiet; not in the least. Your grandparents might not have an up to date stereo; or one at all, but you brought your own. Of course you played your phone over the good quality Bluetooth speaker and chatted with Felix. Turns out you have absolutely nothing in common but you both enjoyed the other’s company. Felix was a major nerd in school, whereas you were the preppy prefect that almost everyone liked.

“So you were a popular girl,” Felix snidely commented, looking up from the notebook full of antiques and other oddities. You shrugged a shoulder then took a picture of a crystal penguin.

“I wouldn’t say popular,” you countered.

“Oh yeah? Who was your boyfriend in high school?” He quizzed, waving the pen around teasingly.

“I dated so many guys in high school,” you answered sarcastically with another shrug. At this point you were pulling his leg. You had one boyfriend all throughout high school. Charlie. And yes, he was on the football team.

“Were they all apart of the same football club?” Felix asked with an arched eyebrow.

“His name was Charlie and yes he was,” you replied mindlessly, taking a porcelain figurine off the shelf, examining it. From the corner of your eye you saw Felix looking you over closely. He was probably trying to find any hints that you were joking. He couldn’t believe that you only had one boyfriend all throughout high school.

“Okay, how many mates did you have in your circle?”

“I had a lot of friends,” you said honestly. Your jaw flexed when you realized he was right; you were the popular girl.You never thought you’d be the ‘it girl’. When you thought of popular girls you thought of the traditional blonde haired blue eyed beauties who were as vicious as they were idolized. You were never mean to anyone; you were a prefect, it’s your responsibility to treat others kindly and justly.

“You were a popular girl,” he joked chuckling. “Your kind never gave mine the time of day.” You scrunched your nose and shook your head.

“I hung out with plenty of nerds,” you stated confidently.

“Oh yeah? What are their names?” Felix quizzed playfully. You two had completely abandoned doing inventory to have this conversation. You opened your mouth confidently only for nothing to come out, because you couldn’t remember their names. It’s been less than a year since you last saw most of your peers, July of last summer was when school let out for summer and you finished high school. Today’s date is June 14th. How could you not remember their names? You joined them every Tuesday and Thursday lunch period in the art classroom for anime club from Year six to Year thirteen.

You fell into a guilty feeling. You couldn’t believe you couldn’t remember any of their names.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Eve. I know you’re a good person then and now,” Felix reassured with a kind smile on his young face. You watched his eyes squint as his smile beamed at you. His dark eyes sparkled in the light. He ran his fingers through his floppy, wavy, dark brown locks; brushing it away from his face. His bare bicep flexed naturally with the movement. You saw part of his back flex through the massive armhole of his dark grey graphic vest top. The band of his Calvin Klein underwear was visible through the same armhole. Of course he wore trousers; it would’ve been awkward if he’d shown up in his knickers. He wore a pair of baggy black video game designed pajama trousers that hung low on his thin but toned hips.

You shared a shy smile, brushing your hair away from your blushing face. You don’t know what it is about him that has you like this. You’ve been around plenty of extremely handsome men and never acted like this; but one teenage boy who works at the local shop in a butt-fuck-nowhere town has you acting a fool.

You caught yourself ogling him; immediately straightening your back and clearing your throat a bit.

“So, what was your clique in high school?” You asked, trying to gloss over your flirtatiousness. Felix chuckled as he finished jotting down one of the figurines on the shelf.

“My mates and I are the outcasts,” he admitted. You arched an eyebrow and looked him up and down in disbelief.

You and Felix both jumped when a loud bang came from above your heads. You both looked up to see the iron chandelier swinging a bit. You turned down the music from your phone, listening for any other noises.

“Maybe it’s a rat,” you hopefully concluded. Your hopes were dashed when the sound of footsteps crossed the room above you.

“That’s a big rat,” Felix added unnecessary. You began to follow the footstep, Felix followed beside you. The footsteps stopped for a moment near the middle of the room. You and Felix stared intently at the ceiling. That’s when the idea popped into your head. Instead of following phantom footsteps, why not go upstairs to see what’s causing them.

You quickly and quietly tiptoed out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Evelyn, where are you going?” Felix harshly whispered. You paused and turned to face him.

“I’m going upstairs to investigate,” you whispered back. Felix quietly groaned to himself before making his way towards you. You both tiptoed up the stairs; you could still hear faint shuffling coming from one of the rooms.

Your heart raced inside your chest as anxiety rattled through you. You don’t know what you’ll find upstairs or who you’ll find. You understood this was a very old house so it’s going to make noises as it shifts with the seasons. But the noises you’ve been hearing and the things you were experiencing since yesterday weren’t regular house things. How do you explain the the doll being in the house? How do you explain the food on the counter? Or the scrapbook this morning coincidentally opened to the page devoted to you? What about hearing someone shout your name? None of those are normal house experiences. At least if you’re supposed to be alone they’re not.

You took the final step up to the second floor; the shuffling sounds were still happening. Only now you realized they were coming from the master bedroom, your room.

You glanced behind you, Felix was hesitantly following close behind, in his hand was the crowbar he’d left on the sofa in the living room. You motioned for him to give it to you. He reluctantly handed you the crowbar. You brought the iron bar over your shoulder, both hands gripped near the opposite end tightly. You were ready to swing at whoever or whatever was in that room.

You silently approached the bedroom. You paused when the shuffling stopped; you were less that five feet away from the doorway.

After a brief moment of just listening and hearing nothing, you stepped into the doorway bravely. You gaze bounced around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. You inhaled sharply and fell back in terror. Your blue eyes widening with pure fear reflecting in them. Your jaw clenched, along with every other muscle in your body. You swore your hair was standing on end.

Sitting on the bench at the end of your bed was the porcelain doll. His hand in his lap as he stared directly at you with that neutral expression that told you nothing of what the real Brahms was like.

“Is that where you left him?” Felix whispered from behind you. You shook your head, never taking your eyes off the doll. Felix brushed past you, walking up to the doll with confidence in his step. He picked up the doll, examining it closely.

“It isn’t one of those creepy dolls that can walk on its own, is it?”

“No. It’s just a porcelain doll, no place for batteries,” you replied from the doorway. You felt a chill settle against your arms causing you to fold your arms under your bust and run the palms of your hands over the cold skin.

You arched an eyebrow when you watched Felix shake the doll after looking it over. He peeked under the doll’s clothes to make sure you weren’t fibbing to him.

“Where was it originally?” He inquired, looking over at you curiously.

“In a closet in the attic,” you chirped. Felix’s dark brow cocked. He studied you, hoping to find a hint that you were pulling his leg. But you weren’t so he didn’t. It’s been twenty-four hours since you arrived at Heelshire and already your mum was right, the Heelshire family dragged you into some kind of mess. You weren’t expecting it to be ghosts.

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Something in Exchange

@flashfictionfridayofficial My first thought was something to do with a guy. But yeah, ethics of love potions and all that.

They said she appeared as a bird. A perfectly normal bird, unless you were close enough to see that it had human eyes.

If you recognized her, she would grant you a wish, if you were certain. If you were willing to give something in exchange, not knowing what the something would be.

Jenna had kept an eye out every summer when her family visited, as long as she could remember. She didn’t remember now what she’d wanted to wish for as a kid, if she’d even had something to wish for. Once she’d reached high school, she’d wanted to wish for boys to like her—later, once some English class discussions had made her think about the ethics of that, to meet a boy who would like her. Last year, it had been for her sister’s boyfriend to propose (because she loved her sister, and she liked the guy, and she wanted her sister to stop complaining and dropping hints already).

She was probably too old to be paying so much attention for something that had to be a myth, but what was the harm in watching birds? And this time she had something fairly desperate to wish for.

They were waiting outside at a restaurant when she saw it. She looked closer to be sure, and her stomach twisted at the strangeness of eyes with whites and green irises in a bird’s head.

She glanced at her family, knowing if she spoke out loud they would hear her. She decided to test the magic and just think it really hard.

Don’t let me lose my job.

She knew—it sounded crazy, but she knew from the way the bird tilted its head at her that it—she—understood. She knew from the way it held her gaze that it was asking if she was willing to give something in exchange.

Somehow she hadn’t thought of this until now, but when it popped into her head, she made sure to think it really hard. Not a person. I’m not giving up a person. Nobody better die, got it?

Nobody died. Nobody died while they were at the restaurant, and if someone was going to die they would probably have died right away, wouldn’t they?

So the bird had listened and was going to take something else, or it wasn’t going to help her because she’d put conditions on it.

Or it had done no such thing because it was just a normal bird. But she knew it wasn’t. She had seen the whites of its eyes.

When they got back to the house, Jenna looked up from her phone when Mom said, “Where is Jenna’s car?” She twisted around in her seat—“Jenna, did you moved your car?”

Jenna’s stomach jumped. She swallowed and realized her mouth was dry. “No, I left it in the driveway. You saw it when we left.”

“So where… Connor?” Mom looked at Dad as if he might somehow know something even though he’d been out with the rest of them.

Dad looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Did you lock your car, Jenna?”

Jenna wondered if she would find her keys on the dresser where she’d left them, or if they would be gone too. Because she knew where her car was. Well, not where it was. Not where it had gone, why it had gone.

And ugh, she really liked that car, but if she kept her job she could get another car. The way the industry was going, she probably couldn’t get another job. Fair enough, bird—she was willing to make that exchange.

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wanted - part 9

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

...Although it's been just Colson lately. Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I get in my head thinking no one reads my stuff or likes my stuff if they do read it, but a sweet anon reminded me that I should keep posting this series. Enjoy the next part!

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage/talk of hangovers

I wake up with a nasty hangover the next morning.

I don’t even notice it before I get out of bed. All I notice is Colson beside me, one large hand resting on his bare chest. His head is tilted to the side, and his pale eyelashes glow in the sunlight that’s managed to peek out from behind his blinds. My heart flutters at the sight of him, and then the sensation moves lower when I remember last night: his hands all over me, his words in my ear, the feeling of him hard against me. I shiver at the thought.

I get out of bed to pee, and as soon as I stand, my hand flies to my head as I wince, spinning slightly. My head immediately starts to pound and I curse silently, keeping my hand on the wall as I stumble to his bathroom.

I keep my eyes closed and the light off almost the entire time I'm in the bathroom. Ibuprofen, down the hatch, teeth brushed. I cautiously tiptoe to the kitchen, glancing at the clock to see it’s just after 10. I squint into the fridge, searching for something to eat, but fuck, there’s nothing. I groan, resting my head against the fridge door, closing my eyes. I need to eat soon or I’m going to throw up.

I’m so out of it that it takes a moment to register the sounds I’m hearing: the mechanic whir of the garage door opening, the slam of a car door, the scrape of a key in the lock. I close the fridge and turn just in time to see Pete walking through the door with several bags of McDonald’s.

He looks up and meets my eyes, smiling. “Hey,” he says. “I have coffee in the car. Will you help?”

I nod, taking the bags from his hands so he can retrieve the coffees. My mouth waters at the warm, greasy scent wafting from the bags. I set them on the counter, then sink onto a barstool and put my head in my hands, stifling a soft groan.

Pete returns and sets a coffee in front of me. He taps the straw on the counter, popping it through its wrapper, and sticks it into my coffee. I nod gratefully and take a few long chugs. As I do, Pete withdraws a sandwich and a hashbrown from one of the bags and sets them before me. I unpeel the McGriddles sandwich as Pete opens his own food and we eat in silence for a few minutes.

“Crazy how quick greasy food makes you feel better when you’re hungover, isn’t it?” I ask, looking up at Pete before taking another bite.

He nods, wiping his face with a napkin, and swallows his food. “Exactly why I went and grabbed food,” he says. “I knew everyone would need grease.”

“And coffee,” I add. “God bless you for the coffee.”

Pete chuckles and holds up his drink in a cheers before swallowing some down. I watch him as he does, and my mind is muddled from last night’s alcohol, but I feel a pang in my chest. I miss Pete. Maybe we weren’t meant to be anything more than friends and maybe we never should have hooked up. Either way, I miss him.

He notices I’m looking at him after a moment and he sets his coffee down. “What?” he asks self-consciously.

I shrug. “I just miss you,” I admit quietly.

Pete is still for a moment, but then he nods, sighing softly as he looks down at his coffee. He draws a finger through the condensation on the plastic cup and then drums his fingers on the counter. “Me too,” he mutters. “I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up.”

“I just want to know what happened,” I say, even though I’m not sure I actually do. But I need to be able to move on from it. I can’t start anything with Colson still hanging onto residual feelings for Pete.

Pete sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Like I said. I’m a fuck up,” he repeats, meeting my eyes. “I had a great time that night. Trust me, I did.” My cheeks flush and I look away, busying myself with taking care of my trash. “I have a lot of issues, Alex.”

I look up at him again. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Pete bites his lip. “I have BPD. Do you know what that is?” I nod. Pete sighs. “It makes it really difficult to have relationships. Friendships, too. Sometimes…it’s just easier for me to be alone so I don’t hurt other people. I’m medicated and shit, but it’s just easier.”

I frown, considering this as I watch him. Poor Pete. Crohn’s Disease, BPD. I know he has depression and anxiety, too. I also know he lost his dad when he was young. He’s such a sweet guy and he’s been through so much. Suddenly I feel guilty for being so angry and hurt by him. It wasn’t about me at all.

“Pete,” I say, shifting in my chair. I get to my feet and go over to him. He turns to face me, looking down at me with guarded eyes. I look up at him, putting my hand on his arm. “You deserve relationships and friendships just like everyone else. It’s…not really up to you to decide if someone should want to be with you or not.”

Pete shrugs, giving me a wobbly smile. “Nah, trust me. It’s better for everyone,” he says.

I shake my head. “I hope you change your mind on that someday,” I say.

Pete nods, then hangs his head. “I’m just really sorry, Alex,” he croaks.

I sigh softly and pat his cheek. “It’s okay, Pete,” I say. “I forgive you. Can we please just be friends again? I’m sick of the awkwardness.”

Pete lets out a breath and nods quickly. “Please,” he says. With that, I wrap him in a tight hug and he rocks me a bit. My heart squeezes in my chest, mourning what I’d once hoped could’ve been a relationship, but happy that at least we can have our friendship again.

At home later, I take a long shower, put on comfy clothes, and order a pizza. There’s now a pizza graveyard on my coffee table beside my propped up feet, and my laptop is balanced on my lap as I type furiously. Inspiration struck while I was in the shower and I’ve gotten a ton of writing done in the last few hours. I finish a chapter, feeling almost breathless, and remove my hands from the keys, staring at the screen. A little grin plays on my lips.

I close my laptop and stretch out, but nearly jump out of my skin when someone knocks on my door. I freeze, tapping the screen of my phone to see that it’s 9:34 PM. Who would be here that late? I get up and tiptoe to the door, peeking through the peephole. My heart flutters when I see who it is.

I open my door, trying not to smile too big, but Colson grins widely when he sees me. “Hey,” he says. He wears a hoodie with the hood over his head and matching sweats, Converse on his feet. He looks adorable and cozy and I just want to hug him.

“Hey,” I greet. “What are you doing here?”

“I texted you and you didn’t answer,” he explains, “so I thought I’d just come over.”

“Oh,” I say, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I was writing. Got distracted.”

Colson nods. “I get that.”

“Come in,” I say, stepping out of the way so he can come in. He bends to take off his shoes and I hurry to clean the place up a bit. “I have leftover pizza.”

“I ate,” Colson says. “Thanks, though.”

I carry the empty boxes to the kitchen and discard them on the counter before going back into the living room where Colson stands, hands in his pockets. “Want to sit down?” I ask, moving my laptop off the couch. Colson plops onto the couch and I sit beside him, curling my feet under my body.

I check my phone, smiling sheepishly at Colson’s series of texts.

What’s up

Want to do something?

Alexxxxx I’m bored

Are you alive?

Answer or I’m coming over to do a wellness check

There’s no way you’re not dead

I’m coming over

I laugh and lock my phone, leaning over to set it on the coffee table. “Could you be more dramatic?” I tease him.

Colson grins widely. I like his teeth. The top ones are so straight but the bottom ones are a little crooked, which offsets the pure perfection that is his face. “What kind of a friend would I be,” he says, “if I thought you were dead and I just ignored it?”

I roll my eyes but I’m smiling. I scoot closer to him, draping my legs over his lap. He drops his arm off the back of the couch and wraps it around my waist instead, pulling me closer. My smile fades as he turns his face toward mine. We’re close, so close that I can almost taste the mint on his breath. His eyes study mine for a long few moments, the only thing moving his jaw as he chews his gum. My breath hitches when he leans in and kisses me.

This kiss is softer than any of last night’s kisses. It’s slow and lingering, needy as he goes back for more, and I give right into it. My head feels so light as his hand drops to my thigh, rubbing it gently and slowly, and I push my hand into his hair. He makes a soft sound and I pull my legs off his lap so I can straddle him instead.

He reacts immediately, hands dropping to my ass, and I’m instantly grateful for my long, luxurious shower earlier where I shaved absolutely everything, exfoliated, and moisturized with my best smelling lotion. I glide my tongue into his mouth and he sighs, the sound shooting right between my legs. “Alex,” he breathes, and I’m helpless to stop the whimper that drips from my lips.

“Fuck, tell me you’re sober,” I say in a rush of breath, holding his face and kissing him some more.

Colson laughs into my mouth, a low and warm sound as he steadies his hands on my hips. “What?”

“You told me,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip, “that you didn’t want to be distracted the first time you touched me.”

Colson lets out a low, humming groan that trickles down my spine, and I press myself tighter to him, feeling the way the underside of his cock is nestled right against my pussy. He’s hard already, and god, I want him. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.

“Completely sober,” he finally says, running his hands slowly through my hair, tipping my head back as he does. My breath hitches when his warm, wet mouth finds my neck. Goosebumps cover my skin at the sensation, my hips hitching forward. “God, I want you so bad.”

“M-me too,” I gasp. “Colson-”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he breathes, and the use of the name baby has me melting in his arms. His teeth graze my neck and my eyes roll back. He feels so fucking good that my mind is almost empty, but then it rushes at me like a freight train.

Colson wants to fuck me, and I’m basically a virgin.

“Alex, hey,” Colson says, feeling me tense on his lap. His brow furrows as he studies my face. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, swallowing hard. This is embarrassing. Such a mood killer. But he needs to know, because I’m definitely going to freak out, and it’s going to hurt. He’s big. I can feel it.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he says, cupping my face in his big hands.

“Colson,” I say. One of his thumbs grazes over my swollen bottom lip and the gesture sends a wave of desire between my legs. God, I want him, but I’m so scared. Guys don’t want to be with virgins. They’re worried we’ll get attached. Even though I’m not a virgin, I might as well be.

Colson moves me off his lap then, and I feel rejected, so rejected, until he pulls me into his side and kisses my head. “Talk to me,” he encourages me. “You’re okay. I promise.”

He’s so sweet. I never knew Colson had a sweet side. The duality of him is a little dizzying. What if this is just a phase? What if he’s going to be sweet for a while and then ghost me, just like Pete?

“Your thoughts are loud as hell, girl,” Colson says with a gentle laugh. “C’mon. Talk to me.”

“I’ve only had sex one time,” I blurt finally.

Colson pulls back just a little to look down at me. “Wait, really?” he asks.

I nod, swallowing hard. “Remember how I told you I’ve never really felt wanted?” He nods. “That wasn’t for no reason.”

Colson frowns, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Have you had a boyfriend?”

I shrug. “Kind of. Not really.” I feel so stupid. I should’ve just shut up and let him have his way with me. But I can’t do that. I’m too scared, too broken. Stupid, broken, unwanted Alex.

Colson’s frown deepens. “That shocks me,” he says.

“Why?” I ask, shrugging.

“Because,” Colson says. “You’re smart. Funny. Beautiful.” He leans in to kiss me softly.

“Yeah, well, not many guys seem to think so,” I mutter bitterly, burying my face against his neck.

“Then they’re fucking stupid,” Colson says. The sternness of his tone surprises me and I pull back to look at him. He’s looking right back at me, eyes fierce. “Forget about them. I think so. I can’t keep my fucking mind off you.”

“Colson,” I say. “What is this? What are we doing?”

Colson blinks. “What do you want to be doing?”

I shrug, too scared to admit it. “I don’t know,” I say quietly.

“How do you feel about me?” he asks.

“You first.”

Colson smiles, eyes crinkling. He rests his head back against the couch and looks off thoughtfully. “I haven’t had feelings for anyone in a very, very long time,” he says. My stomach flips. Could he have feelings for me? He rolls his head a bit to look at me. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. A lot of processing with my therapist.”

“You go to therapy?” I ask.

Colson nods.

“Oh. That’s awesome,” I say, relaxing slightly.

“You told me recently that I’m an asshole to you when others are around,” he continues. “My therapist called my ass out.” He laughs a little. “Said I’m like a fifth grader on the playground, picking on girls I find cute.”

My brow furrows. “What?” I ask.

Colson looks at me. “I did that because I’m emotionally stunted,” he says, “and because I like you and didn’t know how to process it.”

I’m quiet for a long moment. “You…like me?” I ask, pausing between each word.

Colson chuckles and nods, stroking his thumb over my cheek. “Yes, Alex. I do.” I can’t help the smile that takes over my face and I hide it behind my fist. Colson laughs and hugs me closer, kissing my forehead.

“I…I like you, too,” I admit. “As much as I want to be mad at you for being an asshole, I do. I really do.”

Colson smiles at me and shakes his head, eyes shining. He leans in to kiss me hard, taking my breath away, and I’m smiling so big that it’s hard to kiss him back. But when he settles me on my back and crawls on top of me, my smile melts into need and I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Alex,” he murmurs between kisses. I hum in response, drunk off his lips and the way his body moves with mine. “Alex,” he repeats. “We’ll go as far as you want to, baby.”

“Okay,” I say, nodding. He smiles at me and I smile back, feeling relaxed and safe. Colson likes me. I can’t believe he actually likes me. It feels too good to be true.

“Can we go to your room?” Colson asks. “I can’t stop thinking about being in your bed with you. So hard not to touch you last time.”

I nod and kiss him again. “Please.”

Colson scoops me off the couch, wrapping my legs around his waist, and I kiss his neck as he carries me, noticing the way his scruff feels slightly rough against my lips. He pauses inside my room, hands on my ass, and kisses me hard, all teeth on my lip and tongue in my mouth. I moan helplessly and he walks me into the wall. I grind myself obscenely against him, unable to help myself. With my back against the wall, he grinds forward, giving me the friction I so desperately need. “Colson,” I gasp.

He groans into my mouth and spins me around, dropping me onto my bed. The lights are off but my fairy lights are on, giving the room a cozy glow. I pull him closer, sliding my hands under his sweatshirt to feel his skin, the hardness of his abs paired with the smoothness of his skin.

His lips break away from mine and my breath is shaky as he kisses along my jaw and down onto my neck. His thumb slides up the column of my neck and I shiver, pressing my thighs into his hips. I feel his fingers at the hem of my sweater and he lifts his eyes to mine. “Can I take this off?” he whispers, and I nod. I arch my back to help him remove my sweater, leaving me in a cozy bralette. He lets out a breath and smooths his hands down my sides. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

My eyes close as his lips find my collarbones, kissing them gently, moving down between my breasts. My back arches as he tugs down the cups of my bralette, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples. My cheeks are burning but it feels so good, too good, and my insecurities fade as pleasure blooms in my stomach. “Colson,” I gasp.

“God,” he moans, moving to my other breast. I whine as his teeth graze my hardened nipple. “You’re so fucking sexy. Alex.” His lips are on my stomach now, moving slowly. “Baby. Please.” He lifts his head to look up at me. “Let me taste you.”

My stomach lurches, a mix of desire and fear, but I nod. I can trust Colson. He likes me. He wants me. I tug at his sweatshirt and he gets the idea, shedding it and tossing it to the floor. I admire his body as his hands work at the tie of my joggers. I lift my hips as he tugs the soft material down my legs, his eyes all over me like he’s trying to memorize me. My thighs are pushed upwards as he settles between them, letting them rest on his shoulders.

His face is even with my pussy and I barely breathe as he gently kisses my inner thigh. My heart is pounding so hard that he must be able to hear it or feel it radiating through my body. My breath hitches when his hand rests on my hip, his thumb grazing lightly over my clit through my panties. I’m so sensitive, so desperate for his touch that my hips twitch upwards.

Colson lets out a little breathless laugh and leans in to press a kiss over my panties. I whimper softly and close my eyes, cheeks flushing with a mix of pleasure and nerves. I feel the wet warmth of his tongue against me, and the friction of that combined with the fabric of my panties is overwhelming in the best way. I squirm, a chill rolling down my spine as my hips move against him.

Colson pulls back after a moment to pull my panties slowly down my legs. He lets out a short breath when he returns between my legs, just looking at me. I try to press my legs together, self-conscious, but Colson gives a little shake of his head, clutching my thighs to keep them apart. “Don’t,” he says huskily. “You’re fucking beautiful. Fuck.” He moans and leans in, licking a slow stripe up me that sends a shudder rolling through my body. I’ve never liked this before. It always felt awkward and weird and gave me no pleasure. It’s clear, yet again, that I was with the wrong people.

Because it doesn’t take very long before I’m worked up, my shoulders lifted off the bed as I grind up into Colson’s mouth, my hand wound in his shaggy, blonde hair. I can’t stop making noise - little, breathless sounds, gasps and moans that leave my mouth of their own volition. Colson knows what he’s doing, and I never knew it could feel like this. He encourages me, moaning every time I move against him, squeezing my thigh whenever I moan. It’s clear he loves this, goes crazy for it, and that helps me relax and give into the pleasure.

When Colson’s thick fingers slide inside me, I’m gone. My back arches and I let out a broken moan, sounding almost pained, surprising even myself. The wet sounds filling the room are lewd but I can’t even bring myself to care because I’m so wrapped up in a pleasure I’ve never felt before. Colson’s fingers curve inside me, beckoning quickly, and the pleasure sharpens, crossing the threshold between feeling good and impending orgasm. I wasn’t expecting to come, but now, there’s no question: it’s going to happen.

“Colson! Ah, fuck,” I gasp, tipping my head back. My body is moving erratically, hips jerking, legs tensing and shaking, one of my hands in Colson’s hair and the other clenched in the sheets. “O-oh god, don’t stop, please.” He doesn’t, nor does he change anything he does. Thank god. I start to come then, and my other hand shoots into his hair, holding his face to me as my hips roll up and pleasure explodes from deep within me.

I have no control over my sounds or the way I move frantically against him, riding out an orgasm that feels neverending. I’ve never felt anything like this, pure fucking bliss that radiates from my head down to my toes, leaving me tingling and panting when it’s over, my limbs jelly as they splay out across the mattress.

Colson licks me gently a few more times, and then he withdraws, sucking his fingers clean of my taste. My eyes are closed and I’m exhausted, chest heaving as Colson comes up beside me, stroking his fingers down the center of my stomach. Lips press to my shoulder and I let my head loll in his direction where his lips capture mine in a slow kiss.

“God,” he rasps. “That might’ve been the best thing that I’ve ever experienced.”

I laugh breathlessly and cup his jaw, kissing him again. “Colson,” I say, grazing my thumb over his bottom lip. “Can I touch you? Please?”

“Of course,” Colson murmurs. He takes my hand in his, kisses my palm, and presses it to his chest. Slowly, he guides my hand down, lower, over his warm stomach and the coarse hair beneath his belly button. He lets go, letting me guide my own hand down into his sweats. I curl my hand around him over his boxers, squeezing the heat of him, causing him to grunt softly.

I shift then, straddling him, and watch his face as I rub him over his boxers. He watches me, jaw tight, and his hands find my thighs, squeezing lightly. I bite my lip and slide my hand into his boxers, breath hitching when I find him, bigger than I thought possible. “Jesus,” I breathe and he smirks a little, resting his hand behind his head.

He helps me to remove his sweats and boxers, leaving him gorgeously naked, draped on my bed. I have to pause for a moment to admire him, to convince myself that this is real and not just a vivid dream. He smiles and it melts me. I lean in to kiss him slowly, wrapping my hand around his cock again to jerk it slowly. He moans softly into my mouth and bites his lip when I pull back to drag my lips slowly down his body.

I position his cock at my lips and kiss the tip lightly before dragging my tongue over it. He moans again, head tipping back, revealing that gorgeous neck, and god, he’s so sexy. I want to hear that moan again, want to turn this man into a shaky mess, begging for me. So despite the fact that he’s huge, I wrap my lips around him and take him into my mouth.

Colson lets out a strangled moan, legs shifting on the sheets as one of his hands finds its way into my hair. “Alex, f-fuck,” he stutters, gasping. I take my time, pulling him in deep and then drawing back to bob on him, rubbing my tongue against the underside of his dick. I love the taste of him, the way he makes my jaw ache just slightly. I love that I have to really relax my mouth to be able to accommodate his size.

“Oh god, n-not gonna last,” he says tightly, cupping my cheek. He rubs his thumb gently over the bulge in my cheek and I look up at him with watery eyes. He holds my eye contact, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as he tries furiously not to lift his hips. But I want him to, and I moan when he lifts them the smallest bit. “Fuck, baby, can I?” he pants, and I hum my approval.

With that, Colson loses his composure. He holds my head in place and begins to buck his hips up, deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I whimper, gagging slightly, and close my eyes, but something about it makes me ache between my legs all over again. His breathing grows sharper and his cock throbs on my tongue.

“A-Alex, fuck,” he gasps. “G-gonna come, baby.” He moans, fucking my mouth faster, harder, until finally, on a sharp intake of breath, he comes. I swallow him down and his hand moves to my throat to feel it happening, his thumb stroking over my trachea. I pull off him when I’m done, coughing lightly. Colson scrubs a hand over his face and pants, still trembling slightly.

I curl into his side, resting my hand on his stomach, and bite back a proud smile. Colson removes his hand from his face and kisses me, slow and lazy, and I love it, love every second of this. We kiss for a long time before he finally pulls away and hops out of bed, stepping into his boxers as he does. I walk on wobbly legs into the bathroom to clean up, then climb back into bed to wait for him.

He walks in with my water bottle, holding it out to me, and I gratefully accept it, taking a few long gulps. “Thanks,” I say.

“Of course,” Colson says, sliding back into bed beside me. I smile and pull him close, wrapping my arms around him as he pushes his leg between both of mine. The silence is relaxing, not awkward at all. I feel so safe and content with him. Maybe this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Maybe it’s finally time for me to find my happiness.

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years

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For the TG:M fic prompts - 9 + 100, rooster/phoenix (I know you've written a lot on them already but I'll take all I can get!)

Thank you so much for the prompts :)

9. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

100. Make up sex

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The Night A-Chording to Rooster

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Rating: M Word Count: 900

Phoenix is in tears. Fanboy keeps fucking up the flow of the raunchy joke he’s trying to tell and the joke doesn’t even matter anymore; she and Payback are propping each other up, howling. They’re buzzed and Bob’s smiling along despite looking slightly bewildered and someone who isn’t them is shouting out a request for “Mr. Blue Sky.”

Rooster starts off so quietly that the beginning is lost. The Hard Deck is full of the sounds of TOPGUN grads reconnecting, Penny plonking glasses on the bar, cues smacking billiard balls, and a hundred different conversations happening at once, but Phoenix’s laughter trails off as a few bars break through the noise. She wipes the wetness from the corner of her eye and straightens, looking towards the piano.

It’s the sound of a slow day at her grandfather’s antique shop, Phoenix home on leave with a new Navy friend in tow. It’s the sound of her fingers flipping through records, the soft shuffle of their worn paper sleeves, and Rooster sitting down on a creaky old piano stool before she can drop the needle on the record player. It’s the sound of the tarnished pedals bounced experimentally under the ball of his foot as his flexed fingers hover above the keys, amusement in her voice when she asks, You play? It’s the sound—here, now—of an apology.

Giving Payback an absentminded pat on the shoulder, she weaves away from her friends. Rooster does Jerry Lee Lewis, he does Queen, yes, he even does Electric Light Orchestra (but only when he’s totally shitfaced, slamming his rigid fingers down on those peppy opening chords). Phoenix has only heard him do Cole Porter that one time. The back of the antique shop. Falling slow and light for him like the dust in the air that was stirred up by his sure fingers working the keys. In bars, he tends to shout-sing, but his rough voice wrapping around “You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To” in the languid style of Helen Merrill gave her chills on that quiet afternoon.

He doesn’t sing now; he saves his mouth for the knowing little smile he gives her when she plants her elbow on the top of the piano.

“Don’t smile at me like that,” she warns. “You know it drives me crazy.”

“I’m playing our song.” The smile doesn’t dim.

Phoenix rolls her eyes.

“We don’t have a song.”

Untrue. To her, this has always been their song. That’s just not something she would ever tell anyone—least of all Rooster. Rooster with his I don’t give a shit aesthetic and his texting-back allergy. It’d just be a joke to him. A fumbled joke that gets lost on its way to the punchline. The bar’s got one of those tonight already.

“Sure we do,” he says. If the way he continues to play without ever glancing at the keyboard is supposed to impress her… yeah, it does. Another thing she’ll keep to herself. “I got your request.”

Phoenix smiles tightly.

“I didn’t make a request.”

“Then what was that stick you rammed into my gut?”

“The greeting that felt most appropriate.”

Rooster’s left hand lifts off the keys for a few moments while his right hand carries on. He pushes his sunglasses down at the bridge, fixing his terrible, gentle brown eyes on her.

“Forgive me,” he says. You’d be so nice by the fire, the unaccompanied melody goes.

“You know, you generally need to apologize before you ask for forgiveness.”

“I should’ve called you. I’m sorry. Seeing you…” Rooster swallows as his fingers move with graceful sureness. She wonders how many times he’s practiced this song; it’s smoother than she remembers. “It’s the first time I’ve really felt like I’m home.”

She can’t speak. Their eyes stay locked as he closes out the song on a soft tonal shift from yearning to promise. And then he sits there with his hands on his knees, looking up at her.

Phoenix smiles slowly and plucks the sunglasses off his face, twirling them by one arm as she steps away.

“Come get ’em,” she challenges.

—

To their tipsy minds, darting away from the bar before circling back like two spies confusing a tail is a genius maneuver. Rooster presses her up against the side of the Hard Deck and that’s not the only thing that’s hard. Any instinct responsible for preventing them from taking this further has not reported for duty. Highly confident in their stealth and speed, they make out with rough desperation. Their fingers struggle with their respective flies, so they switch, Rooster effortlessly unfastening her khaki uniform trousers while Phoenix gets his jeans down with no trouble at all.

It's dark in this corridor between the Hard Deck and the closed restaurant next door. At either end, there’s the glow of the sign and the swooping patio lights. The rise and fall of voices from inside is as constant and muted as waves on a shore, but Phoenix tips her head back against the weathered siding and listens to Rooster pant against her throat, her bare thigh clasped greedily in his hand as his hips drive forward again, again, again in a metronomic rhythm that makes her eyelids flutter in pleasure.

“Am I forgiven?” he asks breathlessly.

“Before the song was even over,” she swears, arching against him for more. “Way before the end.”

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bobawitch · 2 years

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Saving my Rebel (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Chapter 2

There you were, sitting in your living room with your little brother and your parents. Your dad flipped through the news while you listened to an old mix tape of yours. You only looked up when you noticed Eddie's uncle on the news. You threw your headset off, it landing on your shoulders. You read the title in disbelief, a dead girl was found in his trailer and Eddie was missing. Your mom sighed, setting down breakfast for you and your brother.

"Poor girl... those cults just go for anyone nowadays." Your mom said as your brother jumped up and sat to eat.

"He's not in a cult mom." I snapped.

"How would you know?" Your dad interjected.

"He's a regular at work. That's all." You covered your tracks before looking at the clock.

You had a feeling some crazy people were going to go after Eddie so you had to make sure you found him first. You stood and gathered your things, muttering curses under your breath.

"Shit shit im late!"

You ran by your brother, messing up his hair, kissing your mom's cheek and yelling a bye before running out the door.

You flipped your keys in your hand before starting your shabby old car and driving off.

Now Eddie got into weed after he failed to graduate the second time but you didn't mind it much. He drove sober so you were ok with it. You smoked on occasion but only when your parents' fights got too loud. Even if it wasn't often you still knew a dealer since Eddie showed you off to him as his "metal friend." It made you laugh at the time but you remembered when Eddie said that his dealer was in prison. You knew where to look first.

You pulled up a few blocks away and got out of your car, locking it and stuffing the keys into your pocket. You walked over to the seemingly abandoned house and walked past it, checking behind you often. You walked to the shed in the back and opened the door gently.

"Eds? You here? It's me, it's (Y/N). I saw the news and wanted to make sure you were ok and st-"

You were cut off as you walked around the shed when Eddie popped out and pushed you against the wall, holding a pocket knife to your neck. You took in a sharp breath but when he met your eyes he loosened grip on the knife, pulling it away and stepping back.

"S-Sorry (Y/N) I'm a little spazzy..."

Your tension eased and you sighed, running a hand around your neck gently.

"Its ok Eds but what the fuck happened with that girl?"

Eddie's eye contact abruptly ended as he looked around. He looked like a startled puppy that had just been kicked. You stepped closer, gently putting a hand on his cheek and directing his face to look at you.

"Eds I don't think you killed that girl but you gotta tell me what happened."

He searched your face in fear before leaning against your hand, sighing and nodding.

"You aren't going to believe me..."

"Try me."

"She- She was over for some drugs... she was just stressed out i don't know... she didn't tell me why she needed shit so strong but I left to go get it and... and when I came back..."

His voice cracked as you saw tears sting at his eyes. Your heart melted gently seeing him so distraught.

"When I came back she was floating and- I tried! I tried to wake her up (Y/N)! Really I did!!"

You gave a small comforting smile, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

"I know Eds I know"

He broke eye contact and took a harsh swallow.

"And then she went up on the ceiling... she uh... her arms... oh god-"

He looked sickly pale and you hushed him, pulling him into a hug. It was mildly awkward since you were shorter than him but not too bad. Eddie clung to you, shaking as you rubbed his back.

"Hey, hey it's ok. You didn't kill her, I know that. But you need some food dude.. Listen I have work later and I'll bring you some food and a drink and some weed ok? I'll stay here all night if you need me to."

Eddie smiled, finally ending the hug and pushing your hair behind your ear. He nodded and whispered a thank you.

"Of course, until then let's figure out some escape plans and some backup places to hide in case people find this place."

He nodded and sat in the boat he popped out of. You stared at it before managing to get in and stabilize, sitting across from him.

"The woods behind here are fairly thick so if only 1 person is chasing you can probably get to the lake before they can figure out the exact direction you're going in."

Eddie nodded, still shaken but paying attention.

"That's only if someone finds you. Since you're hiding in a dealer's place it should be safe to assume that he has some places to hide shit so I can look for something big enough for you to hide in. I say don't use the knife until you really really need to."

Another nod from Eddie and you smiled, leaning over and patting his knee.

"We can make up a code so you know it's me coming to visit you."

His eyes sparkled and he sat up.

"Can I make the code?"

You giggled and nodded before looking at your watch.

"Ok you can tell me the code when I come back after work but my parents probably think I'm off doing drugs so I gotta get home."

A frown moved across Eddie's face and you tried to soothe him with a smile before you got up. You stumbled from the boat and waved at him before leaving, heading back to your car and going home.

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