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Bully - Part 3 of 3

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is practically all smut, inexperienced reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, losing virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, controlling parents, I think that’s it.

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Fussing over yourself in the mirror, you worry that your dress looks like a nightgown. It’s a white satin, tight in the chest but once it meets your waist it flows down mid thigh. You believe your mother was under the impression it is a nightgown and that’s why it was an approved purchase. However, out of all your clothes, you really like how this looks on your body the most. You pair it with knee high socks and a pink cardigan. You’d just finished your make up and hair, matching your eyeshadow to the cardigan and putting on an obscene amount of lip gloss.

You worry you’re jumping into the deep end before getting your toes wet. You’ve never held hands or kissed a boy yet here you are, determined to lose your virginity to Billy Hargrove. Partly, to get it over with but mostly, because he made your entire body ignite whenever you thought about him. You glance over at the clock, it’s nearing eight and you think you hear Billy’s Camaro in the distance so you put your shoes on and grab your purse, hooking it around your shoulder. You double check your bed, standing at a few different angles to make sure the clothes and stuffed animals shoved under the duvet resemble your sleeping body. Then, you turn the lamp off and carefully crawl out of your window. It’s awkward to do and you’re naturally clumsy but you manage to land on the ground without making too much noise. You slowly pull the window back down and duck under it, staying still as you perk your ears up, trying to hear if you’ve already been caught.

After you’re sure your parents haven’t roused from their room, you slowly creep your way along the back of the house and hop over the waist high fence. Once you hit the sidewalk, you see the blue Camaro parked six houses down with the headlights off. Your inclination is to run but you don’t want to seem too eager, so you walk slowly. You pull open the door and ease into the passenger seat, turning to see Billy dressed in a dark green button up, his chest exposed and you notice his gold necklace on display as always. You wonder if he ever takes it off.

“Hi,” you greet him shyly, pushing your hair behind your ear and Billy leans over to hook a finger into the top of your knee high sock.

Biting his lip, he drawls out, “You look sexy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down bashfully, twirling your hair in between your fingers. Billy tugs on your sock and smirks up at you. Panic starts to rise up your chest, worried that your mother is going to come running down the street.

“Can we go?” you ask, glancing back to your house.

Billy chuckles, “I forgot I’m sneaking you out.”

He turns the car on, shifting into gear and whipping it around. Billy speeds, you look over and see he’s pushing 50 and the speed limit on your street is 20. You yelp, reaching over to grasp at his bicep and squeeze your eyes shut. Billy lets out his signature laugh and presses his foot on the acceleration further, definitely getting up to 65. When he finally slows down to turn, you let out the breath you were holding in heavy pants. Billy feels his dick twitch from the way you sound, he moves his hand from the gear shift to your thigh and squeezes and a high pitched sound leaves your throat. You’ve never heard anything like it come from you. The feeling you get is overwhelming, not having been touched that way before. It’s like you have to pee really bad but it’s different, somehow.

“You’re gonna be loud,” Billy exhales, shifting in his seat.

“What?” you question, squeezing your thighs tightly together.

He doesn’t clarify, he just laughs again. You look out the window, looking at him is just making that peeing feeling worse and worse. When you recognize the businesses lining the streets, it’s clear where Billy is taking you. Your heart swells when you realize he’s actually taking you on a date.

“Are we going to the movies?”

Billy shrugs, “Maybe.”

But you are, he parks on the street and hurries to open the door for you. He takes your hand and closes the door behind you. You see a couple kids you recognize from school loitering outside and you assume Billy is going to drop your hand. He does, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder as he walks with you. He nods to the kids but you avert your eyes, feeling shameful in the outfit you’ve chosen yet feeling special that Billy has chosen you.

“Two for the Jason movie,” he says to Robin Buckley, one of the few people at school who actually treated you like a human being.

She looks wide-eyed at you with Billy’s arm wrapped around you but cheerily says, “Two tickets for Friday The 13th Part 2. Seven dollars and ten cents, please.”

Billy drops his arm to reach for his wallet, trading Robin the money for the tickets. Once you get inside, his arms around your waist and he leans into ask, “You want some popcorn or something?”

The thought of eating in front of Billy makes your stomach churn so you shake your head, “I’m okay.”

He guides you towards concessions anyhow, “We can share a soda, at least.”

You giggle, walking up to the counter and he points to the selection, “Which one?”

“Cherry coke,” you answer meekly.

“One large Cherry coke,” he tells the employee as he pulls his wallet out again, handing him a bill.

When the guy slides the cup across the counter, Billy hands it to you and as you walk towards the theatre, he rests his hand on your ass and you cannot help but let out a soft sound. Billy laughs lowly in your ear and you worry he might have to carry you the rest of the way. Shockingly, the theatre is empty and the trailers have already started. Billy still chooses seats that are tucked in a corner, figuring it’ll fill out soon. He has you sat next to the wall and you look at him curiously, these definitely aren’t the best seats. You know your neck will hurt from this angle but Billy doesn’t plan on you two watching the movie anyways.

He wraps his arm around the seat, letting his hand fall onto your shoulder and leans close to you.

“Do you like scary movies?” he asks, voice low but his mouth is so close to your ear.

Your mother hasn’t let you watch any, so you don’t know. You feel embarrassed to admit it but you do.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen one,” you whisper, watching as Billy’s face erupts in shock.

“So do your parents just keep you in a basement when you’re not at school?” he questions and his tone is playful but it’s not far from the truth.

You blush, smiling as you tell him, “They’re very protective.”

At home, your mother lets you watch an hour of TV a day but she has to watch it with you and pick what you watch so most days, you chose to read alone in your room. When you do get to see new movies, it’s only movies made for kids.

“Clearly,” he scoffs, “If you get scared, I’m right here. I’ll distract you.”

The promise makes your heart flutter and your stomach warm. You’d snuck a Steven King novel once and you thought you handled it well, so you hoped you would be fine during the movie. He reaches his left hand over and grabs yours, lacing your fingers. Billy tilts his head to look at you and the feeling between your legs returns. The movie opens and Billy looks around to see the theatre is still empty. He smiles, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans over to kiss you and he expects you to follow his lead but instead you let out a shaky breath and keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Have you ever kissed someone before?” he asks, but he figures he knows the answer.

Embarrassment flooding your senses, you shake your head, “I’ve never even held hands with a boy until right now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Panic, now, you turn to look at him, “I don’t know how.”

Billy chuckles, bringing his hand up to caress your jaw, “It’s natural, you’ll get the hang of it quickly. It’s what we’re meant to do.”

“You and I?”

“Men and women,” he mumbles, “It feels really good. You wanna try it?”

“Okay,” you whisper, wanting it more than anything even though you’re equally as terrified.

Billy starts out slow, turns his whole body as he pulls you closer. You see as his tilts his head and you figure, that’s what you’re supposed to do so you do the same. He chuckles and shakes his head, making you second guess this whole kissing thing. You’re horrible at it and you haven’t even done it yet.

“This way,” he tilts your head in the opposite direction he’s tilted his.

“Just like this,” he mumbles before he leans closer as he pulls you towards him. He gently presses his lips to yours, moving them slightly and then pulling back. Your fingers dart up to ghost along where his warm, soft lips touched yours.

“Can we do it again?” you ask, eagerly.

Billy chuckles again and at first, you didn’t like it but the more he does it the more it makes you feel good. At least he’s having fun.

He leans in again, colliding your lips harder than the first time. Billy scolds himself in his head, he knows he needs to take this slow but he wants to shove his tongue into your mouth so desperately, wants to completely ravish you right here, right now. The sound you emit only fuels his desire, he wants to feel you all over.

You two keep kissing like that, Billy is careful not to slip you his tongue yet. It’s a line of soft pecks, your hands grip his shirt tighter and tighter each kiss. You feel dizzy already but Billy seems antsy and you know there’s more to kissing than just this, you’ve seen a fair share of couples in the school hallways with their tongues down each others throats.

Pulling back, you tell him, “You can do more.”

He nods, grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling you to his lips again. He slowly licks against your bottom lip, expecting you to part your lips but you’re frozen, the sensation of his tongue against you incredibly overwhelming.

You feel as he smiles, “Open your mouth.”

Dropping your jaw open, Billy laughs softly and knocks his nose against yours, “Not that much.”

You’re sure your cheeks are bright red, but Billy’s a good teacher. You can tell he doesn’t want to stop even though you have no clue what you’re doing. You lessen the distance between your lips and Billy’s hand on your jaw guides it just right. He’s ecstatic, he’s never had to teach someone how to kiss and he’s floored by how arousing it is. He licks into your mouth and can’t help but squeeze your jaw when you moan softly. This is the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, you feel as if your core is on fire and the wetness seeping from you is brand new. He was right, this feels so good. You want to feel his tongue all over your body. Squirming a tiny bit, you know that you also need to do something with your tongue so you hesitantly rub it against his and you feel his lips curls up. You’re flushed with confidence while Billy’s a bit concerned, he’s never been this turned on in his life and he fears he’s going to cum in his jeans just from kissing you. He continues though, licking into your mouth but retreating every so often to kiss your lips. After a good minute, he pulls away and you’re both panting.

“How’d you like it?” he’s desperate to know, eyes scanning over your flushed face.

“More,” you whisper, grabbing onto his shirt. Your stomach is in coils, you feel like you’re about to burst and the feeling is frustrating. You wonder when you’ll get some type of relief, that part has to come soon otherwise you’re not sure why people do this in the first place.

“Anything you want, baby,” he growls, pulling you to him for another kiss.

Billy cannot hold back anymore, though. He knows he’s being sloppy but you’ve got nothing to compare it to and that gets him going. You keep letting out these sounds, they’re driving him mad. Once he finally pulls away, you’re shaking.

“I feel weird,” you admit, squirming in your seat.

“Like you’re gonna explode?” he offers and you nod vigorously, he explained it perfectly and you’re relieved he knows what you’re talking about and that maybe he’s feeling the same way.

“There’s a way to help that,” he explains, “But I don’t know if you’re ready.”

“Please,” you beg, anxious to subside this ache.

Billy bites his lip, “I can touch you. Between your legs.”

You giggle, excitement bubbling up. Your mom had told you that only boys get pleasure from this kind of stuff but now you know she’s lying. All you want is for Billy to keep making you feel good.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you murmur, already spreading your thighs.

Billy doesn’t hesitate, he smoothes his hand over your thigh and then squeezes it and you moan out. He panics a bit, “Think you can be quiet?”

“I’ll try, I’m sorry,” you apologize, ashamed.

“Don’t be sorry,” he grins, “It’s really fucking sexy, but we’ll get caught.”

You nod, urging yourself to be as silent as possible but once his fingers press against your clothed core, you let out another moan. He bites his lip, pulling his hand away.

“I know what we can do,” he whispers, standing up and reaching for your hand.

You follow his lead and once you make it to the hallway, he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Keep walking, need you to be in front of me,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.

It’s an odd request, but as you’re walking, you can feel his erection pressing against your butt and you understand. You don’t know where to walk though so once you’re in the lobby, you stand still and Billy laughs softly.

“My car,” he sings into your ear, springing your feet back into action. He moves away from you only to rush to the drivers side and get in. You do the same, sitting back on the seat and looking at him. You’re worried you’d ruined the date but Billy seems happier than usual. He starts the car up and throws it into drive, flooring down the road. He keeps looking over at you, similarly to how he would at school but there’s something a little more urgent in his eyes.

“Where are we going?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Billy smirks, “Somewhere you won’t have to try to be quiet.”

You don’t expect that to mean a stretch of road outside of town, lined with forest. However, you’d let Billy take you anywhere if he’s going to touch you like he did in the empty theatre. After he parks, he crawls into the backseat and looks at you expectantly. You turn to face him but remain seated in the passenger side.

“C’mere,” he purrs, patting the leather seat next to him.

With a curt nod, you awkwardly maneuver over the center console and plop down next to him in the back. He looks you in your eyes, placing his hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you again. Billy doesn’t go slow this time, he erection still straining in his jeans while he slides his tongue past your lips. You feel like your body is vibrating, made worse when he moves his hand down between your thighs and pushes them apart.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he inquires, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked panties.

You gasp, gripping onto his shoulder in attempts to ground yourself. The question he asks completely misses you as all you can focus on is the firm pressure of his fingers. He nudges his nose against yours, finding a spot that makes your body jolt when he rubs against it.

“Have you?” he asks again, pulling back to look at your face.

Your mouth feels so dry suddenly but you try to answer him anyhow, “Not really. Sometimes I touch down there but it doesn’t feel like this.”

He grins, he almost looks wolffish as he shows his teeth. He still looks very pretty, though. You really like the curl of his eyelashes.

“Why don’t we get your underwear off?” he suggests, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“Uh,” you panic, looking up into his blue eyes.

“It’ll feel even better,” he promises, waiting for you to say yes.

His smile helps your decision, “Okay!”

“Atta girl,” he praises with a kiss to your lips as he pulls your panties down your thighs and knees. You help him by kicking them the rest of the way off, eyes trained on his. He licks his lips as he gets a view of your pretty pussy, returning his fingers to slide through the dripping folds.

He was right, you can’t help the sounds flowing out of your lips. You keep your hand on his shoulder, like you’ll float away if you don’t. Billy nudges his nose against yours, smiling at you when you look at him.

“How’s this?” he drawls, his voice thick as it meets your ears.

You’re in heaven, you think. Your mom had been wrong all along, if this is what boys wanted then you’ve been missing out for so long. There’s nothing selfish about Billy’s hands, it’s very clear that this is all for you and you only. You feel like you’re a fragile piece of glass and only Billy know’s how to handle you.

“Nice, it’s nice,” you pant out, moving your fingers up to grab at Billy’s hair when he circles his finger along your entrance. A strangled moan erupts from your throat as he slides the finger inside you, the sound embarrasses you but Billy seemed to enjoy it, his mouth forming into an open, impressed smile. He moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in rapid circles and your vision begins to blur as you melt back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure building in your stomach starts to rise.

“A-ah, Billy, I,” you try to tell him how overwhelming the feeling is but you figure this is supposed to happen, you’re supposed to feel like you’re going to combust.

Billy manages to slip a second finger into your tight hole, his free hand moving up under your dress to squeeze your breast. When he curls his fingers, a cry leaves your lips as you shake beneath him, your entire body feeling on fire as your orgasm rips through you. You chant his name out, your legs snapping shut and trapping his hand between them. Billy laughs softly, moving his hand from your breast to cup your jaw and pulls you into another heated kiss. You feel ridiculous, unable to keep yourself from whimpering as the aftershocks of your orgasm rip through you. Billy smiles into the kiss before breaking away, pulling his hand away from your core and then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. It heats you up all over again, you smile shyly at him.

“How’d you like that?” he asks, pulling your underwear back up your legs.

“Hmm,” you feel like you’ve lost your voice, so you clear your throat before answering, “I liked it a lot.”

“Good,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear and you wonder what comes next, how Billy’s going to take your virginity.

“What do we do next?” you ask, looking at the bulge in his denim.

Billy coos, “Aw, baby, you want more already?”

You nod and he smirks, “Nothing tonight. We gotta take it kind of slow, I don’t wanna break you.”

“Break me?” you ask softly, holding onto his wrists because you fear you might start crying if he goes anywhere.

Billy laughs again and leans in to place another kiss on your lips, this one is sweet though. “Not the right word choice. It might be overwhelming. Let’s just take our time with it,” he says. It’s not something he’s done before then again, Billy’s never been with a virgin and he doesn’t want to fuck things up. He really likes you and while it’s purely sexual, he thinks he might like to actually date you.

For weeks, you continue to sneak out to meet Billy. You still haven’t seen or touched him where you want to most but every time, he fingers you and kisses you just like the first night. Sometimes you actually go on dates but mostly, he drives somewhere to hide you both from watchful eyes. Today, however, he’s asked if you’d come to his house to help him study. In the day time.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to,” you admit, trying your best to think of a way to lie to your mom.

“Just make up an excuse,” Billy suggests, curling your hair around his finger while he looks down at you.

Billy no longer hid his feelings for you from anyone. He still bullied you but it was because you admitted to him you liked it. Granted when you did, he was whispering filthy things in your when he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you’d say anything to make sure he didn’t stop. You’d replay his words in your head when you were alone at night, trying to make your fingers feel as good as his. You would climax but it was no where as hard as when he did it.

“Like what?” you ask, hoping he could find a good enough one to get past your mom.

Billy grins, “Tell her you’re trying out for something or you joined a club.”

You know those won’t work, your mom was too involved in your school life that she would be suspicious. You shake your head and sigh, “I’m sorry. She’ll say no.”

Billy pouts, “Please.”

He wanted so desperately to get you on his bed, it was fun in the backseat of his Camaro but it was cramped.

It’s hard to say no to him but you can’t imagine a scenario in which your mother would allow you to stay after school. Part of you wants to say screw it and just go with Billy but you know she’ll call the police. You two needed to plan it better.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your stomach churning as you read the disappointment on his face.

Billy frowns, “How about this weekend? Saturday? Any time from 9-5?”

You giggle, flattered at how eager Billy is to ‘study’ with you. “Saturday. I could say I need to go to the library.”

“I’ll pick you up there,” Billy kisses your cheek before he heads off to class.

The thing is, Billy isn’t anticipating your mom following behind you into the library. He’s parked outside, leaning against the hood of his Camaro smoking a cigarette when your mother parks a few cars down and you shoot him a sympathetic look, a silent apology. His plan is yet again foiled and he’s fuming but he can’t just drive away like you want him to. He waits a beat and heads inside the library, scanning around until he sees you sitting at a table, alone with your books spread out in front of you. He stalks over and plops down in the seat next to you.

“Billy!” you exclaim and then immediately lower your voice, “My mom is here. She wouldn’t let me go alone. You have to leave before she sees you.”

Billy grins, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing, “I had to see you.”

You love the way his fingers digging into your flesh makes your whole body tingle so you melt into it a bit, your breath hitching up into your throat. He leans close to your ear and whispers, “Let’s study.”

Billy’s fingers inch up your thigh, grazing your clothed core. Your eyebrows shoot up as your eyes widen, but Billy notices the way your pupils dilate so he continues stroking you through your pants.

“We can’t,” you mutter, “Not here. We’ll get caught.”

“Only if you can’t keep quiet,” he whispers back, biting his lower lip.

You gasp as he applies more pressure, focusing your eyes on the textbook splayed in front of you. You’re torn, you want Billy to stop but at the same time, it feels amazing and you find yourself getting excited at doing this in public.

“I can’t keep quiet,” you breathe, and Billy knows this is true.

“Who are you?” your mothers harsh voice whispers as she stomps over to the table. Billy’s hand retreats and he grins up at your mother, flashing his pearly whites. You know this is bad, Billy is too pretty and your mom told you good-looking boys are trouble.

“I’m Billy,” he extends his hand to her, “Y/n’s classmate. Nice to meet you.”

Your mother doesn’t take his hand, instead she starts gathering your books and stacking them.

“We’re leaving,” she tells you, her seething voice makes Billy’s smile falter. He was always so good with mothers.

You nod, grabbing your backpack and shoving your books into it. You follow her to the counter to check out her books, not turning to look at Billy as he remains seated at the table.

In the car, she begins ranting at you. It’s nothing new, but her tone is a bit more frightening. You’d never had a boy interested in you before so your mother is more terrified than she’s ever been.

“You are not to talk to that boy,” she instructs you, “They only want one thing and he is no exception, no matter how nice he is to you, he is not different.”

You just nod, looking out the window.

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you recite, “I don’t talk to him. We just have a class together.”

“Is that the boy you were wearing makeup for?” she asks, not believing you.

“I wasn’t wearing makeup for a boy,” you promise.

Billy’s at your locker the following Monday morning, a new plan formulated. He knows it will take some convincing but you won’t have any interruptions and that’s what he wants.

“Ditch class with me,” he pleads, grabbing your wrist as you reach for the dial on your locker.

“I can’t,” you tell him, an incredulous look on your face, “I’ve never skipped class before.”

“Please?” he brings your hand to his mouth and presses kisses against your knuckles, “for me?”

You heave a sigh, loving when he touches you but you’re scared. You know the school will call home tonight if you skip class. Maybe there was a way to intercept it, answer it before your parents do.

“Where are we going?” you ask, uncertainty still etched on your features.

“My house,” he says, smirking down at you, “No one’s home.”

Oh. Billy wants to do this, now. You slowly turn and nod to him, wanting to please him any way you can.

“Okay,” you reply, your cheeks stained red.

He smiles even bigger, taking your hand and tugging you through the halls.

Billy’s bedroom is interesting. It stinks like cigarettes and he’s messier than you thought, clothes strewn about. He has music posters of bands you’re not allowed to listen to and one of a lady in a zebra print bikini. You don’t resemble her in any way and wonder why Billy is interested in you and not a woman like her.

He closes his bedroom door and kisses you, walking you back until your legs hit his bed and you fall back on it. You look up at him, watching as he lowers to his knees before you. He hikes your knee length skirt up and starts kissing, from your knees to your upper thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes trained on yours.

All the stress about ditching school fades away as you look down at him. He looks angelic and you think there’s no way this could be bad. Not with the way he makes you feel like everything will be alright. He grins against your thigh as you let out a high pitched noise, foreign to your ears. You’re not sure why but sometimes when Billy compliments you, you make weird noises.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, lips dragging against the warm skin of your thighs.

“Yes, please,” you reply with a pant. The feeling of his mouth so close to your core makes you feel elated beyond belief.

He unbuttons the side of your skirt, inching it off your legs. He leans back and starts to untie your shoes, pulling them off so your left in your blouse, underwear and socks. Billy’s pulling your panties off soon after, discarding them carefully next to your skirt. He wraps his hand under your thighs and tugs you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs as he does so. His eyes sparkle up at you and then he sticks his tongue out and your hands grip the bedspread in anticipation. When his tongue meets your aching heat, you fall onto your back and moan out. This feeling is extraordinary and you are immensely thankful Billy wanted to show you this. He moves his hand from your thigh to grab your hand and guide it to his head. At first, you just keep your hand awkwardly on his head but when he sucks your clit into his mouth, you grab at his curls and whimper.

This is ten million times better than his fingers and you can feel the familiar pressure building quicker than ever before. Your other hand knots into his hair while Billy drags his tongue through your folds and initially you’re upset he’s moved away from your clit but then his tongue starts probing your entrance and you let out another loud moan.

“Oh, Billy!”

He moans against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout you. You prop your elbow up so you can look down at him, your eyes meeting as he starts lapping at your clit. You come quick, as soon as Billy moves to slide two fingers inside you easily. You shake around them, crying out his name repeatedly while your orgasm rips through you relentlessly. But Billy doesn’t pull away, he keeps curling his fingers and licking against your clit until you’re pushing his face away.

“Billy, Billy,” you pant out, “S’too much. I can’t…”

He chuckles, pressing kisses against your thigh as he sits back.

“You taste so good,” he praises, wrapping his hands around your calves.

“Feels so good,” you reply, breathlessly.

He stands up, grabbing a hold of your face and kissing you deeply. You can taste and smell your slick, it’s all over his mouth and chin. It’s not unpleasant but you wouldn’t say it tastes good. He pulls away and smiles at you, his eyes are darker than usual and you lean forward to kiss him again.

“You want to touch me, now?” he asks and you nod enthusiastically.

You still hadn’t seen or touched Billy’s cock but you’ve desperately wanted to. You want to learn how to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

“Yeah?” he bites his lip and pushes your messy hair off your forehead.

“Yes, yes!”

He lounges back against his pillows and motions for you to follow. You sit on your knees beside him and wait for him to take his pants off. Billy unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. He’s going too slow so you reach your hands over and begin unbuttoning his jeans. He hums happily, letting you take the lead. You pulls his jeans down his thighs and he kicks them the rest of the way off, you can see the outline of his length in his white briefs and a small wet spot which intrigues you. You had no idea guys get wet too. You bite your lip nervously as you slide your fingers into the waistband and pull his underwear off. His erection springs out and slaps against his stomach, a gasp leaves your lips as your eyes take him in. You’ve got nothing to compare it to but you like how it looks, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at his face to see his reaction.

Billy let’s out a breath, his lips curling up as he watches your hand. “Tighter,” he instructs you and let’s out a throaty hum as you obey him.

“Yeah, like that,” he whines out, the pitch of his voice something you’ve never heard and you love it. It shoots straight to your core and you feel yourself soaking your thighs.

“Spit in your hand,” he says and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Feels better wet,” he grunts out and you let go to bring your palm to your mouth. His eyes follow so you avert yours, feeling embarrassed as you gather all the spit in your mouth and push it past your lips into your hand.

“Atta girl,” he praises, his voice low and deep.

You wrap your fingers around his cock again and look back up at him for further instruction. He places his hand on yours and shows you what to do, how to stroke him. He lets out a soft moan and pulls his hand away. You mimic the motions he’s shown you, making sure you’re not holding him too loosely. Your curious how his face looks while you’re doing this but you feel entranced by the view of your tiny hand wrapped around his length. It’s making you squirm where you sit, wanting to feel some relief. Billy seems to notice because he pats his thigh.

“Sit here,” he suggests and you listen, placing your knee on the other side and lowering your aching core flush with his thick thigh.

You continue stroking him, grinding down against his thigh as you do so. Moans tumble out of your mouth as you watch your hand working him.

“Faster, baby,” he encourages and you move your hand a little faster, glancing up to his face. He looks blissful, mouth agape as he watches you jerk him off while you writhe against his thigh. He scrunches his nose and you let out a little giggle because it’s so cute.

He smiles, “What’s so funny?”

“You look cute,” you tell him, accidentally curving your hand on the upstroke and Billy lets out a moan.

“Fuck, keep doing it like that.”

You nod, smiling as you bite your lip and repeating the motion. Your clit drags against his thigh in just the right way and you whimper, your upper body leaning forward.

“Such a good girl,” Billy whispers, hand grabbing onto your thigh, “Are you my good girl?”

You nod frantically, “Yes, I’m your good girl, Billy.”

“So good,” he moans, “gonna make me cum, already.”

Remembering how good Billy’s tongue felt on you, you lean forward and experimentally lick his tip.

He groans loudly, “Yeah, baby, such a quick learner.”

You smile at the praise, proud of yourself for doing so well. Billy’s fingers knot into your hair and he keeps letting out these pretty little whines that make you grind against him harder. Since it worked so well the first time, you keep up your pace with your hand and lick all around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he sits up, “I’m gonna cum. Lay down.”

You obey, laying on your back and watching as he straddles your waist, pushing your blouse up above your tits while he relentlessly strokes himself with his right hand until he’s spilling all over your hips and bare stomach. Intrigued, you press your hand to it and pull away to see white strings connecting your palm and belly.

“It’s kinda gross,” Billy admits, chuckling softly as he moves off the bed and grabs a t-shirt from his dirty laundry and cleans his cum off your stomach and hand. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips and smiles.

“You did so good for me,” he nudges his nose against yours, “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I wanna do it again.”

“Soon,” he kisses you again, “Let’s get you back to school for now.”

“Do you wanna come over to my house on Sunday?” you ask Billy the following Friday.

He smiles at you, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulls you close to him.

“Your house?” he asks inquisitively, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” you nod, “My parents go to church from 8 until 1. I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and you can come over.”

“What are we gonna do?” he teases, smirking as your cheeks turns a deep red shade.

You hide your face against his chest as you giggle, grabbing onto his jacket. He pulls you back so he can look at your face, palm flush against your cheek.

“We’re gonna have fun,” you inform him.

“Sounds like a plan, loser,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips, lacing your fingers as he walks you to class.

Saturday night, you don’t sleep well because you’re dripping with excitement. So when the next morning rolls around, you look exhausted and your mom notices when she comes to wake you up. You whine and roll over away from her.

“I don’t feel well, mom,” you admit, hiding your face from her so she can’t see the smile you’re unable to hold back. “Can I stay home and sleep in?”

“You want me and Daddy to stay back to take care of you?” she asks, rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“No, I’ll be okay by myself. I don’t want you guys to miss the sermon,” you mumble, rolling onto your back as you will your face to keep your secret.

“Okay, honey,” she says, “We’ll stop on the way back and get you some soup.”

“Okay, momma, thank you.”

When you’re sure you can hear their car leaving the garage, you spring up and run to your closet to change into one of your outfits you keep hidden. You forego wearing bra and panties, pulling your prettiest lace blouse on and a short black skirt. You pull on a pair of thigh high socks so you don’t feel quite as exposed. Next you sit at your vanity and style your hair carefully, smiling proudly when it lays the way you want it to. You put on some light makeup and hide the products back in the drawer, covering them with notebooks. As you admire your work, you hear the familiar purr of Billy’s Camaro barreling down the street. You rush to the foyer and peek out the window to see Billy parking several houses down. He climbs out of the car, looking casual in a t-shirt and jeans. As he walks up the walkway, you open the door and smile excitedly at him.

“Hey, darling,” he greets you, “Don’t you look cute today.”

“Hi, Billy!” you chirp, extending your hand and once he grabs it, you pull him inside and close the door. You don’t want any neighbors seeing and telling your parents. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a tight hug, making you squeal as he lifts you off the ground.

He sets you down and kisses your forehead, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

“Okay,” you gush, leading him down the hallway and into your room. Billy looks around, seeing the gaggle of stuffed animals strewn across the floor. Maybe you should’ve cleaned up before he arrived. He purses his lips as he keeps looking around.

“It’s very pink,” he observes and you flush.

“My mom decorated it,” you admit as you shut your door. “Sit,” you suggest, pointing to your unmade bed.

Billy listens, kicking his boots off before he sits back on your bed. You straddle his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck and collide your lips with his. He makes a surprised noise, arms circling your waist as your tongue grazes against his lips. He parts them, allowing you access as his eyes flutter shut. Billy’s shocked you’re making the moves here but he likes it, it shows him you’re just as eager as he is.

You pull away once you’re too flustered, looking into his eyes as you confess, “I wanna have sex.”

“Oh, you do, huh?” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, smiling wide.

“Well, I can’t say no to you,” he nudges his nose against yours, lifting you off the bed as he stands. Billy turns back around and lays you on your back, resting your head on your pillows. He positions himself between your legs and flips your skirt up, staring down at your exposed and glistening pussy. He gasps softly, eyes flicking back up to yours.

“You little slut,” he exhales, his fingers pressing to your hole and gathering your slick before dragging it up through your folds. “Soaking wet just for me?”

“Yes,” you pant out, squirming from his touch, “Just for you, Billy.”

He grins up at you, moving his left hand to push your top up to confirm his suspicions that you’re also not wearing a bra. He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth so he can suck your slick off of them. Then, Billy pulls your shirt up and over your head before dragging your skirt off, just leaving you in your socks. Feeling a little too exposed compared to him, your hands cover your tits. He scoots down and lowers his head between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart. You hold his eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, you let out a soft moan. Even though you’re the only two in the house, you feel like you need to keep quiet.

Billy focuses in on your clit, his tongue drawing circles against it. You whimper, squeezing your breasts as you watch him work. He nods his head slowly, dragging his tongue through your folds as he does so. His eyes are the prettiest shade of blue, sparkling as they peer up at you. And he’s so good at this, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as he works at your pussy with his expert tongue. When he enters you with his fingers, your back arches and your left hand grabs at his hair.

“Billy,” you whimper, “feels so good…”

You watch his lips curl up from between your legs, it urges you to the edge and you know you’re not going to last much longer. His left hand digs into the flesh of your thigh as he pumps his fingers in and out of your, the obscene sound of how you’re practically pouring into his hand fills the room. You can’t keep your voice down, cries of pleasure bubble out of your throat and Billy doubles down on your clit, lapping at it feverishly. He curls his fingers every time he pulls them out, dragging against your wall. He slips a third one in and you climax instantly, thrashing up against his face while your hand in his hair holds him firm. You grind against his face, riding your orgasm out as you cry his name repeatedly.

He pulls away when you relax, quickly ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him. His fingers fumble as he tries to unzip his pants, his hard on ready to burst out as he wants nothing more than to bury it in your tight, soaking hole. He worries for a second that he hasn’t stretched you out enough but his overwhelming arousal pushes the thoughts away. He gets his pants off finally, briefs peeling away with them. He positions himself, grabbing onto his cock and presses his tip to your entrance.

“It’s gonna hurt a little bit at first, baby,” he warns you, “but I’m gonna help you through it and then it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Are you ready?”

His words are breathless as they leave his shiny, pink lips and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.

“I’m ready,” you whine, “Please, fuck me, Billy.”

He groans lowly, dragging the head of his cock through your folds to spread your slick across it. You feel as he presses it back against your entrance and he begins to push it in and he was right. It burns as he slides the tip inside and your body freezes, your legs shaking as they threaten to shut. He moves his left hand under your ass and angles your hips up a bit, pushing an inch deeper.

You whimper, this time in pain instead of pleasure. Billy nods at you, “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm… it just burns,” you admit softly.

It’s taking everything in him to not jerk his hips forward and slam in his cock in your tight pussy. He lets out a shaky breath as he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles. It helps, relaxing you enough to where he can push in another couple inches.

“Billy,” you whine.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “As long as we go slow, you’ll be okay.”

He continues stimulating your clit, pulling out a bit before pushing forward again. Slowly, but surely, he bottoms out inside you and once he does, the burning subsides. He leans down to kiss your jaw, making sure you’re comfortable before he rolls his hips gently. The sound that falls from your lips sounds like one of pleasure.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” you pant, “feel so full…”

You’ve heard that sex could hurt, but you didn’t understand until now. However, it was a bearable pain, it wasn’t excruciating. Billy was doing his absolute best to be gentle with you, peppering your face with kisses as he starts thrusting slowly. The more he does it, the better it feels and you relax under him. He grits his teeth at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, you’re so tight he keeps fighting to gain his composure, not wanting to hurt you but his entire body is telling him to fuck you senseless.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks through clenched teeth, closing his eyes tightly.

“Uh-uh,” you breath, unable to control your hips as they roll up into him. “Keep going…”

He moans out, his pace quickening at the confirmation. He grabs onto your jaw, turning your face to his while he thrusts into you harder. It pulls a grunt out of you but your eyes tell him it feels good.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your cheeks, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

“I’m a good girl,” you babble without thinking, your voice sounds funny with your mouth squished between his fingers.

“Yeah, you are,” he praises, drilling into you faster and harder.

Your spread your legs further apart, staring into his eyes. The feeling is overwhelming and lovely, you want to tell Billy you love him, that you love him but you can’t form words. Instead, short moans and cries fall out of you and Billy’s thrusts falter and he curses himself. He doesn’t want to cum already. You guys just started but the sounds you make and tight your pussy is gripping him is making it increasingly difficult. Your beautiful, doe eyes looking back at him aren’t making it any easier so he ducks his head down and starts licking at your nipple. You moan out, your eyes closing as you lay your head back onto your pillows. Billy moves his hand between your bodies so he can rub at your clit again, his hips rocking into you relentlessly. You’re quickly pushed over the edge, your orgasming crashing into you like a ton of bricks as you scream his name out. Billy let’s you ride it out for a bit before chasing his own, grabbing onto your hips as he drills into you impossibly hard and fast. You keep crying out his name, the sensation of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot over and over is excruciatingly pleasant. Your body thrashes around underneath him and Billy’s hips falter, pushing deep into you as he fills you up before he knows it’s happening. He’d meant to pull out but his own orgasm is abruptly ripped from him and he didn’t have time. He collapses on top of you, a panting mess while he attempts to kiss you.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, squeezing him tightly as you continue to whimper against his open mouth. It’s all ruined too quickly as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

“Honey! We’re home,” you hear your mothers voice.

Billy’s jumping off the bed, you follow suit and usher him to your closet, shoving him inside and grabbing your robe. You close the closet door and throw the robe on. You hop back into the bed and pull the duvet over your body.

“We were too worried about you so we left early,” your mom says as she opens the door.

You feel Billy’s cum leaking out of you and your eyes widen when you realize his clothes and boots are on display on the floor. Your mother notices your makeup first.

“Why are you wearing makeup?” she asks, furiously and then glances down to Billy’s boots sitting next to your bed. “Is there a boy in here?”

You spring out of bed, gathering Billy’s clothes and boots as your mother makes her way to the closet. You’re panicking but you know she’s already found you out. She opens the door wide and is met with a naked Billy, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead while he holds his hands over his junk. You watch in horror as he smiles at your mother.

“Hi,” he says, “I was hoping we’d formally meet before this but…”

You mother interrupts him by yelling your fathers name, “Grab the shotgun!”

Billy’s face falls and you quickly hand him his clothes, eyes telling him to run. He grabs them and books it for the door, down the hallway and out the front door. Your dad stands in the kitchen, watching as the naked boy runs from your room out the front door with his jaw dropped. You figure you’re already a goner so you step outside the door, waving to him as he gets in his car.

“Bye, Billy! See you tomorrow!” you call out and you can see him laughing, shaking his head before he starts up his car and peels out of the neighborhood as fast as he can.

Your mother yanks you inside and slams the door.

“If you think you’re going back to that school, you are sorely mistaken,” she shrieks but you can’t find yourself to care that you’ve upset her. You’d do anything to do that again with Billy.

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Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 8)

Yippee! More time off! At a price, though.

TW: Obsessive Behaviors, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery, Idol Worship, Mentions of Stalking, Spoken Descriptions of Injury/Gore, Mentions of Threats

🎥 The night is a bit difficult for you. Not only is your mind swirling with worries about this stalker of yours, you keep hearing the oddest of noises. It is a bit like plastic tapping on the hardwood floors, before a very soft "thump", followed by a plastic scraping noise, then more tapping. It is like a cycle that keeps going. As much as you want to check it out, you are too scared to do so. Not only that, but if you want any hopes of getting sleep, you need to stay in bed. You are exhausted, but getting up will only wake you up more and completely ruin your chances of rest. The odd noises can wait. Maybe they are Henry playing with Wally? Wally's shoes are plastic and Henry's floor is hardwood. The only carpet there is a blue circle one that covers about half of the exposed wood.

🎥 You, somehow, manage to get a little sleep. Unfortunately, you are woken up to the sound of your downstairs phone ringing. So, you get up to go grab it. You are surprised when Angela makes it to the phone before you, picking it up. You almost forgot that she would be home when you were around. It isn't often you get to spend time with her at home, except for holidays.

🎥"Yes, what is it? You want (Y/N)? Who is this? How do I know you aren't their stalker?" She says, her tone harsh and sharp. She has always had a bit of a... rude tone when talking on the phone. If you had to make a guess, it is due to her long work hours. This situation, however, seems extra hostile on her end. Though, considering what you hear from her side of the conversation, it is a bit understandable.

🎥"Oh, you're their boss? Why are you calling during their break, then?" It grows silent. You feel awkward standing there, waiting for her to finally give up the phone. You watch as her cold eyes grow wide and concerned. "What? Oh... oh dear... Um... I'll hand the phone over to them right now."

🎥 You are finally handed the phone. Putting it against your ear, you ask "Hello? What is it, Boss?" There is a sound of rustling papers, before your boss says "Well... Good news and bad news. Mostly bad news. However, the good news is that you have a few extra days, if not weeks, of vacation! Bad news is that it is because of severe injuries to the... Uhh... "Overnight Team". Is that what they called themselves...?" They trail off, before there is some more rustling of papers.

🎥"Wait... what happened last night?" You ask, remembering how Eddie's puppeteer was walking with a slight limp. Your boss sighs, looking through some more papers, before saying "I can only really tell you what happened to Wally's voice actor and Eddie's puppeteer. The voice actor, I can only tell you because they worked alongside you and I put it into your contract that you both will know of the other's condition during emergencies. I thought it would help you both coordinate your rehearsals. The puppeteer consented to letting others know of what happened before being wheeled out in a wheelchair."

🎥 You grow silent, not knowing what to say. Your boss, seemingly waiting for a cue to continue, decided to take your silence as one. "The voice actor got hit in the head with a falling, two gallon can of paint. We believe it hit his head at an angle, with the rim causing a dent in it. He was found bleeding, but still conscious, somehow. He was given first aid from one of the two camera operators who found him, before the two rushed him to the hospital in their car. He is currently in stable condition, but passed out on his way there, and hasn't woken up."

🎥 You stammer in shock, trying to find something to say. Eventually, you settle upon the words "Do you know what caused the accident?" "No. As I said, the cameras seem to be turning off whenever we are not filming. Well, technically, if I remember correctly, I said that they turned off around the time we stopped recording... we have just learned through this incident that they turn off whenever we are not recording. None of these incidents were caught on camera. The camera operators seem to believe that whoever is behind the messages did all of this."

🎥 He then moves onto Eddie's puppeteer, explaining "They were able to tell us some of what happened, but not who did it. They were found to be limping, which caused Poppy's puppeteer to ask what happened. When they lifted their pant leg, it was revealed that someone had put staples in their leg, before puting five pieces of construction paper over it and taping them on with a tick layer of scotch tape. They were given first aid, before being wheeled out to the present director's car. When asked what happened on the way there, they claimed that they were jumped, promptly stapled and papered, before being forced to call you and deliver some packages with the threat of having staples put into his throat if he didn't. He refused to tell who did it, but mentions that they saw him. So, we know that whoever stalking you is a guy... At least, I think. They were so shaken up they could barely speak, so it might've been a mistake when they said "he" when referring to who hurt them."

🎥 You feel sick... as well as a bit guilty. You had seen them yesterday, but didn't mention anything about their limping. You faintly hear Henry calling for you, so you try to tell your boss goodbye, but they ask a question. "I need to know what was in the package they brought to you. Can you quickly tell me what it is before you go?" Without thinking, you say "It was just Wally. You know, the puppet? He had some red on his shoes and was pretty scuffed up. Now, I gotta go. My nephew is calling." Then, you hang up before they can finish their sentence.

🎥 Turning around, you sigh in disdain. This day is already exhausting and all that has happened was a phone call. Henry scurries up to you, a large grin on his cheeks as he chirps "I was going to tell you this last night, but you were trying to sleep. Wally said he likes you!" You giggle, a tired, exasperated noise that you didn't mean to let out. Right now, you don't really want to hear about Wally... wait a second...

🎥"That's sweet, Henry. Where is Wally, though? I thought you had him, since you two were having a sleepover." He looks around the room, before saying "Well, I went to bed cuddling him. He said he would let me cuddle him to sleep after I told him I had nightmares if I didn't cuddle a plushie. He told me puppets were soft and plush, like plushies. When I woke up, though, he was gone, so I grabbed my Barnaby plushie, instead. I thought you might've taken him because you work with him."

🎥 You open your mouth to speak, only to close it again as you realize what he said. You think of your words carefully, before asking "Did Angela tell you that I am Wally's puppeteer?" He shakes his head, a big, goofy grin on his face as he joyfully says "Nope! Wally did! He said he loves you very much! Something about him not being able to move on set without your help! By the way, can you tell me what a "set" is? Wally wouldn't tell me, saying that we would've been up all night if I kept asking questions."

🎥 You look around the room, before asking "Do you have any idea where Wally might be-?" "(Y/N)! Did you put the freaky puppet in my room?! You know how much these things terrify me!" You look upstairs, seeing Angela gripping the railing with one hand and dangling Wally by his leg with the other. "No, Angela! I was just asking Henry where he was!" "Well, tell Henry not to do it again! He must've looked in my diary, too, because this THING was sitting on top of it, the pages opened for anyone to see!" With that, she drops Wally from the second floor, a loud "thud" resounding once he hits the floor.

🎥 You pick him up, dusting him off, before looking back down at Henry. "Be honest with me, did you put Wally in your mama's room? Did you look in her diary?" Henry shakes his head, tears pricking his eyes as he says "No! I told Wally not to go in there! He promised he wouldn't! Wally, why didn't you listen? Now mama's upset with me!" He storms up to his room, slamming the door shut.

🎥 You look down at the little puppet in your hands, confusion and concern eating at you. If, by the smallest of chances, what Henry said is true... then your stalker could be... A puppet? The words he said sounded similar to the types of things the notes said. Then there's the Wally voice you heard in the studio... The red paint on his shoes could've been...

🎥 You're face grows pale, before you look down at Wally's shoes and mutter "Oh God... Oh, God no..."

🎥 You look up to Angela's room, walking upstairs. You might be acting too rash. Coming to the conclusion that puppets are coming alive is a silly thing to do. Angela could've told Henry about your job. Hell, he could've also told him about the letters you have been getting. Maybe he just put the two together, thinking that it was all some silly little game or joke. Kids are like that. They are blissfully ignorant to how important some things are, right? Kids are smarter than most think, but they still have their little hiccups here and there. Angela must have told him...

🎥 You hope, at least... the other option is a bit sickening to think of.

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home arg

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sagephilosophie · 4 months

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Late Night 𖤍

┃ SHIO⃤ Y.

𖦦 ꜰʟɪɴɢ! ꜱʜɪᴏ ʏᴏᴛꜱᴜʀᴜɢɪ x ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🥂 Tags ₊ ⊹

NSFW, virginity loss, Yakuza!Shio (canon), GN!Reader, dark themes disguised with humour, Neurodivergent-coded reader, awkward first meetings, heavy social inequality themes, usage of "(name)" twice, Shio being canonicaly egotistical, personality change, hook-ups, manipulation, threats, Sexual coercion, Virginity kink, necktie used as handcuffs, protected sex, fingering, Dacryphilia, rough kissing, switching between soft and rough sex, bleeding.

🥂 Word count ₊ ⊹ 2602

"This way, miss."

You were a little lost even after the bodyguard invited you in, it was your first time being invited to one of those rich poeple parties, who would have known you even could be seen by them.

You made your way inside the giant mansion, passing by all the bourgeoisies with their branded outfits and thinking how fake they must be, you stopped when a butler offered you a drink from the tray, you took a glass of champagne and thanked him, wondering how much it could've cost you if it wasn't free.

The voices of men cheering from the casino table caught your attention, you got closer to see the game better when you noticed a charming bulky man with black and yellow strands hair and rolled up sleeves that exposed his full arm tattoo, from the distress of the other player, he was most likely winning.

"DAMMIT YOTSURUGI!!!!! I'M NEVER PLAYING ANY ROUNDS WITH YOU AGAIN!!!!!"

The tattooed man made no reaction as he claimed his money and the entire crowd of expensively dressed men rooted for him, "That's enough for today, see you next game with my money."

You glanced at him one more time, he took a glass of whiskey from the man behind him, likely a bodyguard, and walked away from the sulking loser. You followed him with your eyes before you managed to get ahold yourself and drifted your attention back to the boring party that you had no idea what you could do in except judging poeple.

You took a look around you and everyone was either talking to their old acquaintances, gambling away all their money, or getting drunk off their asses, you clearly didn't belong between them, the fact you were standing alone with your glass of champagne was proof of that.

A hand reached out to touch your shoulder and you jolted in surprise, only to see the man that catched your eyes earlier was right behind you, "Lost ?"

"...i'm sorry ?", you caught on to what he said late, or you were too busy admiring his physique, there was no way of telling which was it.

"You seem lost.", he stated and you stared at him inattentively only replying with a plain "huh?", unaware how it proved his point, the man opened his mouth to speak then shut it again and finally asked, "Can i get you a drink ?"

You raised your glass to signal already having one, the gentleman almost facepalmed at the awful communication, "let me rephrase that, would you like to keep accompany me through the night ?"

'Oh... Awkward...', "I'd... love to! Thanks!", 'Thanks?! Are you serious?!'

The man chuckled and held your hand bringing it closer to his lips, "I'm Shio Yotsurugi, fancy meeting you..."

He waited for your introduction and you looked at him cluelessly until you realised, "oh, (name)."

"How lovely, enchanted.", The oldest Yotsurugi leaned to place a kiss on your hand and grabbing it with all gentleness, "How about we talk somewhere more private, (Name) ?"

You were about to remark that everyone was busy minding their own business but by that time Shio was trailing you behind him out of the room, on a certain angle, it seems like you're getting kidnapped, yet on another this could be how rich poeple hit on others, you weren't exactly sure but hoped it was the latter.

You found yourself being dragged upstairs to an empty room, now there is no doubt you look like you're getting abducted, when Shio opened the door it revealed a suite with five-stars qualities, with an extensive sofa, a table full of snacks, a bar counter, a huge jacuzzi in the corner, and a king-sized canopy bed, the luxury interior design marked the master of the house as someone who must have a really fine taste.

You had a feeling this was going too quickly, you just met the man and he already led you into this gigantic room and headed to the counter to pour himself a second glass, "Want a refill ?"

"Wouldn't the owner be mad ?", you queried innocently.

Shio's grin turned into laughter, with the stoic expression he had earlier, seeing him laugh was an odd scene to witness, "What's so funny ?"

"This is your first time here, isn't it ?", his laughter gradually stopped to take his drink getting past you and sat with his legs crossed on the sofa

"Yes... is it that obvious ?", you seemed confused at this whole situation, all he did was gesture you to sit down next to him and you hesitantly obliged whilst keeping your distance.

"So, from whose side did you come ?", Shio kept eying you down, you on the other hand tried to guess what he meant on your own, whose side... he is likely asking who invited you.

"My boss! i just got promoted into executive manager!.", you answered him with a bright smile.

"Congratulations, you kept your job with that kind of focusing skills."

"What ?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"Well, he said i must attend this guy's party to celebrate... i forgot the name though, he sounds like any typical billionaire."

"Really ?"

"Yeah, from his name alone i can tell he is one of those filthy rich old men who throw parties to show off and make up for their tiny dicks."

"You think ?"

"That's how they all are, ugh! i can't stand the likes of my boss honestly, i know that he just invites his workers to look charitable in front of these other wealthy old men, who also act noble by inviting poeple to their odd ritual-like lifestyle, while in reality they're all heartless perverted douchebags that care more about getting their dicks wet than actually doing something useful with their life, such as this guy... the name is on the tip of my tongue... ummmm y-ya- yo- Yot-"

"Yotsurugi ?"

"That's it!!!! Yotsu- oh...", You looked down trying to avert his eyes, "...I'm sorry... i didn't really mean what i said..."

Why would you think ranting about your ignorant boss to Mr. Moneybags whom you just met was a good idea ? Now it turns out this is his property you're on too, and you just insulted him and his friends, you can bid your career goodbye, if he's kind enough to let you leave with your head attached to your body.

"I wasn't told my name was so expressive before.", he said finishing his beverage and putting the glass down loudly, the sound made you flinch, "i said i'm sorry, i swear i didn't mean to offend you..."

Shio clicked on his tounge and you just wanted to burry yourself alive, instead, the only option left is to engage in small talk and then exist at the first possible chance, "...sooo... this is your room then ?... it's...nice..."

"Indeed, this is where i usually like to get my dick wet.", your face scrunched in annoyance, "okay i'm done here, it was nice meeting you."

You tried to walk away when you've been pulled back by your wrist, Yotsurugi had a bruising grip on it, "You're staying."

Trying to break free from his hand was no use, his size came in his favor, "Let go!"

"I don't think so, we still have a lot of talking to do.", the guy was seriously starting to freak you out, but what came out of his mouth next was the real scary part, "If you think you can easily get away with insulting my name, you're dead wrong, in case you weren't told, i'm the king around here, i'm the chosen one.

A nobody like you calling me a manwhore casually, ruins my mood, and when my mood is ruined, you start begging for your life."

Great, he is delusional and you hurt his ego, what a perfect conclusion to this terrible party, he seemed normal a few moments ago, why did you have to speak ? Why ?

"Sir... you're hurting my wrist... let me go and i won't run away... i promise...", obviously, you planned to do the opposite and run for your life but the cold-blooded glare he shot you as soon as he lost contact with your arm made you freeze in your place and oblige unwillingly, "...What do you want from me now ?"

Shio sat in a position where his fist was on his cheek and he fully turned to face you, "Well, let's get straight to the point, i brought you here to hookup...", how logical, of course that's what he wanted, "...And i will forget about this whole thing if you agree to that."

You blinked a few times in confusion, keeping up with his personality changes was difficult, did he seriously want sex as a repayment for accidentally offending him ? Or did he want you to sleep with him all along ?

"I don't understand... So you're not actually... upset with me ?"

"I am.", 'reassuring', "However, agree to have sex and i will happily let it slide, deal ?"

"And if i don't ?"

"In that case, it's your choice and you can go home, just for now...", you didn't have time to feel relieved when his face came so close you had to move yours further, "...but i won't let the disrespect slide, and if i hear of you putting foot on my territory again, this will not end well."

The situation you are put in is pure unluck, you have never engaged in any sexual activity with anyone in your life, and currently, you have the option to lose your virginity to an egotistical maniac who happened to be a man of power - a yakuza - Or you can keep living in fear of when you will slip up and suffer the consequences of your big mouth.

The answer was needed immediately, due to that the pressure was getting to your nerves and you were drenched in sweat, the negative vibes in the air were not helping, feeling suffocated from the burden, you told him what he hoped, "I'll do it..."

You gasped when the same masculine hand that bruised earlier held your hips and drew you closer, "Smart choice~"

His lips traveled to yours, feeling every inch of your mouth with bliss as his veiny hands massaged your back, fighting for the sudden approach you got out of the kiss to inform him, "Wait!"

To your surprise he did stop, but keeping you in place not to run away, "Just so you know... this will be my first time- i'm a virgin..."

The handsome heir's expression remained the same, unlike how you assumed his reaction to be, he almost fooled you into thinking he couldn't care less about such information, until you made the mistake of looking down, that visible bulge was not there before, you would know that because you've been taking peeks.

A gasp left your throat when he picked you from the couch bridal style and there was nothing else to grab on except his collar, you thought he might throw you off the window at first, and on the contrary, your head hit a soft velvety mattress, now caged under Shio who straight off removed his dress shirt leaving his tattoos in full display.

You felt something inside you wake up when he twisted his necktie around his hand and crafted it into handcuffs that hugged your own tightly, and soon enough hugging the headboard too.

"This was supposed to be quick but for your first time, i will make it special."

Your gaze followed him towering over your figure to grab something from the nightstand, in a clearer view, turns out to be lube and condoms he layed beside him to most importantly undress you.

With the useless pieces of fabric out of the way, the yakuza zipped down his pants to release his hard cock, "Not as tiny as you expected, is it ?"

You gulped and muttered a quiet 'No' under your breath, with your arms unable to move freely, you relied on your orbs to observe him closely put the condom on and the lubricant falling down on his index and middle fingers, your eyes shot up to the sky sensing the cold liquid by your entrance, Shio's fingers pushing it inside, thrusting them in and out slowly at first then at just the right speed.

There was no helping the noises of unfamiliarity coming out at being touched for the first time, your own form adapted before you could and opened up to him, releasing more fluid than the lube, he took out his fingers at that and left you feeling uncomfortably needy, "Seems like you're ready for me."

With one swift movement he moved your thighs to his sides, positioning himself near your hole, a shiver ran through your body when he shoved the tip inside, your inexperienced body can feel the stinging pain of every force he puts in to fit his whole thing.

Once he was all in, the euphoria urged him to devour you, when tears fell down your cheeks, his thumb was quick to brush it away, you realized after he tasted it that he was almost certainly into that, despite already knowing it wasn't his intention to soothe you at that stage.

Shio soon puzzled you by setting a reasonable pace in contrast of your expectations, the warmth was unlike his fingers but way more consistent and filling, and the gentle thrusts confirmed that he kept his words to guarantee you had a good first time experience. On occasion, you felt a little uncomfortable, but overall, you were too busy whimpering with delight to pay attention to it.

After a few minutes of adjusting to his size, you hesitated to open your eyes completely, only to discover that the massive man was sweating heavily and holding on to both sides of the mattress like his life depends on it.

Like all millionaire men, he within minutes had enough of woke roles where he wasn't the one benefiting the most, abruptly, you sensed his grip on your chest, and he shifted the rhythm, pounding into you so roughly that the bed began to shake.

You moaned simultaneously with the skin slapping sound, instinctively, you tried to free your arms, but his deep thrusts and the tight knot around your wrists made you weaker than you ever imagined. The man slipped a hand under your ass, looking all hot and sweaty and like he was having loads of fun taking your virginity. He caught you struggle and grinned before his slams became sloppier and diving into your mouth with such eagerness that even you knew he was going to come.

When he reached his climax, his crushing weight fell on top of you, you can still feel his condom laying inside, the tie was starting to bruise you and you didn't get to finish yet, "...Are we done here ?"

His yellow eyes shot up at you before he unknotted the cuffs and picked you up, Upon being carried, you were at this point depending on him to keep you from falling and to hold on to his shoulders when Shio suddenly started pushing up again and you threw your head back in pleasure at the better position that hit just the right places until your cum was dripping down.

He put you back down on the bed, removing the bloodied bedcover and coating your panting body with a blanket, offering you a bottle of water he took from the cabinet.

"Am i free to go now ?"

"Go where ?"

"Home..."

"Oh, no, you belong to me now."

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For A While

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Summary: Bucky comforts you after a break-up. A/N: I couldn't help but write a drabble. Thank you @splendidreads for this beautiful ASK. I think you're awesome! 🥰😚 Word Count: 710 Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Implied smut, fluff

You stretched and yawned as your fingers hit the headboard above. You felt the small ache in between your legs first. Then your thighs. And then finally, your throat. You screamed so much last night. The rough breathing and panting for sure didn’t help the dry scratchy feeling you had in your throat right now.

But you didn’t care. The memory of last night made you smile. You wondered why you two didn’t do it sooner. Oh that’s right. Because Bucky was your best friend since kindergarten, and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship and make it awkward.

But last night made you realize something. After every broken heart, after every sleazebag that entered your life and made you cry for two weeks straight, there was always Bucky. He came to you last night at two in the morning after you had called him crying.

“Buck?” you sniveled over the phone.

“Darlin’ this better be worth it or I’ll have to punish you at the gym later.” He had that deep groggy voice after just being woken up.

“Bucky…” you tried again, your breath hitching. You instantly heard the rustle of his sheets.

“What’s the matter? What happened?” his voice immediately changed. He became alert and laced with concern.

“I broke up with him! I found his other Insta, and he’s been…he’s been…”

“Are you home?” He interrupted. And you heard the roar of his bike come to life.

“Yes.”

“Stay there I’m on my way.”

“Buck, it’s two in the morning.”

“Just get the ice cream out so it’ll be manageable by the time I get there ok?”

“Ok,” you said wiping your nose. The first thing he did when he walked in was hug you. He let you cry into his shirt for a good fifteen minutes before you both sat down on the floor with a pint of cookies and cream in between you.

You spent the next hour going through your phone, deleting all the pictures you had with the cheating liar.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are you deleting that one?” he asked pointing to a picture of you at the county fair. You had a big smile on, and your arms stretched out looking at the sun.

“I look horrible here, I forgot I had taken it.” Before you could hit ‘delete,’ Bucky took the phone from your hands. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m sending it to myself before you delete it from history forever.”

“Oh please, it looks stupid.” You tried to grab the phone back from him, but he turned to face the other way. “The angles are all off, and I look horrible.” You leaned over him, his back to your chest as he tried to send himself the picture.

“You have never looked horrible a day in your life!” his head turned towards you, and you suddenly noticed how close your faces were. Had Bucky always had such smooth lips? Were his eyes always so dark and deep?

“I know you’re awake.” His voice brought you back to the present. “Don’t pretend like you’re still sleeping.” He snaked his arm over you and pulled you closer to him.

His hair was a mess over your pillows. The bright sunlight filtering through the windows showcased his dimples when he smiled at you. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you smiled back as you nuzzled against his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about last night.” You giggled.

“Hmm. That it was the best night you’ve ever had, and it was better than you could ever imagined?”

“Have you…imagined it?”

“For a while.”

“How long was awhile?”

“Since high school.” He admitted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked surprised. Since high school?

“You needed a friend. Not some creep trying to get into your pants. You had plenty of those already.”

“And now, does that make you the creep?”

“Yes. A creep that knows exactly what you want.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A cup of coffee with two sugars and cream.” He groaned getting up. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. Then on the lips. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Bucky chuckled, “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

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ramblingoak · 2 years

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Little Hands

I dedicate (blame) this on @nocturnal-birb and @tasty-ribz

Mentions of blood, gore and death. NSFW, 900 words and I did not proofread this because I wrote it in like an hour so...be warned.

A ritual goes wrong and the Papas are being hunted...

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By the time the screaming started it was already too late.

Copia stumbled into the greenhouse and slammed the door closed. No lock, of course there wouldn’t be a lock. Earlier he had thought that there wouldn’t be any way that thing would’ve been able to reach a doorknob but he had been wrong. So very very wrong.

He squinted around in the darkness, trying to find something to barricade against the door, but the only heavy objects in there were the tables covered in Primo’s plants. Copia went to the nearest one and mumbled an apology as he shoved most of them off to crash onto the ground. A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his mouth as he dragged the table over to the door.

Primo wouldn’t care anyway, he was dead.

His laughing quickly turned into sobbing, thinking of Primo’s body slowly staining the floor of the library. His throat gaping open and blood spilling everywhere. He and Terzo had fled then, scrambling to get out of the cavernous room while the creature admired its work.

Copia had no idea where Terzo was now. They had separated when they reached the chapel, Terzo wanting to go into the catacombs and look for the ghouls. Copia just wanting to get the fuck out. The ghouls were gone, that much was obvious, but Terzo refused to believe that they were gone. That Omega was gone.

Copia managed to tip the table over and lean it against the door. The glass creaked ominously at the pressure but held. He took a moment to catch his breath, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

He jumped when lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the greenhouse for a brief moment. The glass rattled slightly when the thunder rolled overhead. He started to walk towards the back of the building, wincing when he put pressure on his left leg.

The fucking thing had been hiding under Secondo’s car. The keys were soaked in Secondo’s blood, Copia had found his body face down at the bottom of the stairs outside the entrance. His neck twisted at an awkward angle and a knife sticking out of his back.

The keys kept slipping through his fingers as he frantically tried to find the right one. When a searing pain lanced up his leg he had dropped them and fell back on his ass, watching in horror as the creature crawled out from under the car. It held a blood soaked knife in the air and had begun to advance towards him. Copia didn’t think he had ever run so fast in his life.

His shoe made disgusting squishing sounds as his foot pressed down into the blood soaked material. Another sob left him as the pain began to get worse and he stumbled down and finally sat against the back wall. Another streak of lightning flashed across the sky and Copia watched as indecipherable shadows danced outside the greenhouse.

What the fuck had happened? He had been trying to rack his brain since all the mayhem had started. Something had gone wrong with the ritual, something had come through that should have stayed in hell. Copia had followed everything to the letter, he had done exactly what Imperator had said.

He refused to dwell on what Terzo believed, that Imperator had set him up. That she had altered the ritual in a way to exchange the ghouls for whatever appeared in the summoning circle. She had no reason to do this. The church was more popular than ever and Copia’s new tour was starting soon.

Why would she do this to him?

A tapping sound interrupted his thoughts and he froze, holding his breath. Another flash of lightning and Copia swore he saw a small shadow creep along outside the greenhouse. Lucifer please, please make it go away.

More tapping now, getting closer. It sounded like there was something metallic hitting the glass. Copia turned and scooted back from the side a bit, watching as the small figure crept closer to where he was. The tapping turned into a high pitched scraping sound as it dragged whatever it was holding against the glass.

Copia knew it was a knife.

When it stopped directly opposite him, Copia squinted to try to see it in the dark. He held his breath and gasped when lightning flashed once more, illuminating the thing that had been stalking him and killing his family.

Two small gloved hands pressed against the glass. A large nose over a painted lip and skinny mustache. The eyes were dark and emotionless as they peered at him, the black paint surrounding them making them stand out. It was wearing a replica of his old red cassock. Complete even with a tiny Grucifix that sparkled when the lightning shone on it.

While the sky darkened again Copia racked his brain trying to think of a way to escape. Why had Lucifer abandoned him? He had dedicated his life to his teachings, they all had. But now he was the only one left and he wasn’t sure how much longer that would even be the case.

The tapping had started again, but now it was coming from the other side of the greenhouse. Copia jerked his head to look but what he saw horrified him more than everything else he had witnessed tonight.

More tiny figures began to walk up to the glass, countless tiny forms pushing their faces into the sides. Watching him. The tapping became unbearable and Copia covered his ears and prayed. He prayed to Lucifer harder than he ever had, begging him to answer. Begging for a sign that Copia was still one of his favored sons.

The sound of glass breaking was the only response he got.

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th4t-bug · 7 months

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Here is chapter one of Bug's origin story! Ao3 for those who don't like reading on Tumblr:

And now, here we go, because I have gotten the first five followers of this blog as of last night.

The Beginning

(Chapter One of "The Bug")

It's strange, really, how much my life changed in the span of three short months. It feels like forever ago, but I can still remember how this all started so clearly.

I was walking home from school, by myself. It was late, I had to make up a test in one class, and earlier that day had earned myself a detention in another. That's not the point though, what really matters is that it was dark out already when I left. I nervously peeked around each and every alley I passed on the sidewalk, around there I was more worried about getting mugged than the cold- for good reason.

The sound was faint, down an alleyway I was coming up on, but I would already recognize the sound of breaking glass anywhere. My mouth went ever so slightly dry, my backpack heavy on my shoulders, and I made what must be one of the dumbest decisions of my life.

With my hand on the wall, I peeked around the corner.

“Anybody There?” I whispered my words before I processed anything, my throat tightening at the sight before me. I'm still glad to this day that I was so great at being silent, even back then. There, down the alley, was a man, tall, and a nasty scar along the side of his neck. He held a broken glass bottle in his hand, no doubt the cause of the sound I had heard earlier.

And, most importantly to me at the time, backed against the wall in front of him, was Maddie Lane.

Maddie and I weren't friends. I didn't know her that well, but she seemed like a nice girl. And then, as we silently made eye contact over that evil man’s shoulder, she looked so scared. I don't exactly remember what the man said to her, something about money- I just know that I had to act, to do something, and I did before even thinking about it or its consequences.

My backpack was heavy, like a bag full of rocks with how much stuff I had to keep in there, so it’s surprising I was able to slide it off of my shoulders so quickly without hurting myself- and hurl it at the man.

My improvised projectile hit the man solidly in the head with a force that surprised me. The guy didn't even have time to react, the hit was angled enough for the man to fall and hit the brick wall of the side of the alleyway with the back of his head. There was a sickening crack and I fought the urge to heave as I watched the man's eyes roll back into his skull, his form slumped on the ground. There was the sound of my backpack heavily hitting the ground somewhere in the commotion, but if it was before or after the man went unconscious, I couldn't tell you, and there was a shriek (although I don't know if it was Maddie who made that sound, or me).

I was breathing heavily, my vision was a blur, and I was unable to look away from the man's body for a moment before I shook my head and looked up at Maddie, seeing the shock in her brown eyes. “Are…” I trailed off with a nervous swallow, I could still feel my hands traveling. Finally, the words managed to leave my throat, “Are you okay?”

Sure, it might have been a basic question, but that's all I could think of to say. I wanted to make sure she was alright, after what had happened.

Maddie took a deep breath, looking at me as if I was no more than a hallucination. “Yeah, I think so.” She mumbled out, sounding like she was trying to detach from the situation itself.

I was concerned, sure, but to say the least the situation felt awkward. Sure, me and Maddie shared the same English class, but we didn't really know each other. I didn't know what to say, and with the all the events that led up to this- I didn't want Maddie to think I found her ‘just in time' because I had been following her, which wasn't the case. I eventually settled on the most generic question I could think of.

“...how’d this happen?” Okay, so it may have been a very bad thing to ask given the delicate situation, but my brain pulled up blanks everywhere else. Maddie shook herself out of her stupor and shrugged, saying that it was sudden and she didn't know. It didn't sound like the truth, but I didn't push her.

I nodded and walked forward with a grimace last the still unconscious man to pick up my backpack, hoping nothing in it was broken. “Do you need me to walk you home?” I asked after a moment, but it was more of a formality than anything. Maddie, thankfully, did not take me up on my offer and shook her head. “No- no, I think I can get home safe from here.”

I nodded again, it was for the best really, we were both still a bit shaken up and I preferred being alone when something was disturbing me. “Good… I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” I said as I slung my backpack back onto my shoulders. Maddie nodded awkwardly and her brown eyes glanced away, “Yeah.”

We stood silently in that alleyway for a moment in front of each other before Maddie said her goodbyes, turned away, and left. It was a strange moment, but I didn't notice anything distinctly wrong with Maddie at the time. I sighed heavily, glancing back at the man who was still unconscious on the ground of the dirty alley. I was starting to get concerned, if he was knocked out that long he could have gained brain damage from the situation.

I, however, didn't feel particularly inclined to call an ambulance or the police, as I wanted to get home soon. I simply tried to steady myself, and I resumed the walk home.

It was dark, but my parents weren't back yet- as usual, they wouldn't be until morning. I let myself in the house, and stumbled down the hall to my room. I set my backpack on the floor next to my bed, gently so as to not risk damaging anything.

I wasn't hungry. I had eaten on the walk home from school- before seeing Maddie. But mostly, that man's unconscious body, the sound of that sickening crack- it had unnerved any sense of an appetite I may have had that night.

I crawled into bed after kicking off my socks and shoes, but otherwise didn't bother changing. That situation, all of it had exhausted me, more than I would have thought with how much worse it could have been. My green eyes stared up and spaced out at my blank white ceiling, and I got to thinking.

I mean, sure, I knew the crime rate in my city was pretty high, too high to be considered safe, but in my neighborhood it really did get bad at night. I blindly reached to the side, turning off the lamp on my night table, the blinds of my window had already been pulled shut. The room became nearly pitch black aside from the soft light of my phone, I always preferred it like that to go to sleep.

My eyelids felt heavy, I put on my wireless headphones for music and shut off my phone, placing it on the nightstand to charge. I thought of Maddie, what might have happened if I had passed her by. I sighed softly, closing my eyes, the last thought that crossed my mind before I slept was ‘maybe it's possible for me to help people more?’

Which, of course it was.

The next morning, I went through my usual routine, feeling like a passenger in my own body. I got up, dressed in clean clothes, brushed my teeth- all the works. I did so quietly, not wanting to wake my parents who would have gotten home only two hours or so before.

I don't remember thinking a lot that day, it was mostly a blur of memories from the night before. I ate breakfast on a TV tray in the living room, cleaned up a bit, and grabbed my backpack before leaving for school. I made a point to pass the alleyway from before on the way, it made my heart jump to my throat, but the man wasn't there any more- so at least he hadn't died there (as I had almost nearly convinced myself of).

I continued on my way to school, got there- yadda yadda yadda. I will be completely honest here, the only thing I remember noticing that day is that Maddie Lane was missing from her seat in my English class.

Luckily, that day, I didn't have to stay after school as I had the day before. So the walk home from school was not in the dark, but it still had me on edge, checking around every corner. It wasn't too cold, I was always resistant to temperature changes. It was about two or three months from the first snow of the year, but my jacket was zipped all the way up- I guess somehow it made me feel safer.

I did the same thing I did the night before, checking down the alley ways on my usual path home. I didn't stumble along anything bad, not for my area at least, but getting closer to my house seeing the trash and broken items on the dirty ground left a sour taste in my mouth.

The city wasn't great, hell, it was far from it. It was dirty and ridden with crime. But, for me, it was home- well, the area of my neighborhood was at least. One person could not fix all of this, it would take a miracle, a hero, even a grade A superhero to really help. However, I was no hero. But I was a rather stubborn kid who had seen some horrible things, and I wanted to help.

So, for the life of me, I was going to try.

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The Trial: A Kid and Killer Fanfic.

Chapter 1: Kid's POV

Kid hit the ground hard. The scent of damp rotting vegetation filled his nostrils. A shower of leaves, twigs, and snapped vines showered over him from where his rapid descent through the foliage had shaken them loose. He groaned as he pushed himself to his hand and knees. He shook his head vigorously to clear the woozy feeling from it and spit dirt from his mouth when he heard the sound of branches snapping from above. On instinct, he dodged to one side rolling tightly to avoid whatever was falling.

A few seconds later a familiar wild mop of yellow hair dropped from the tree cover and hit the ground. A sickening crunch and Killer’s quiet painful whine reached his ears. Kid’s stomach churned.

“Killer!” he screamed his first mate’s name as he scrambled to his feet, boots skidding in the damp undergrowth as he clawed his way over. Killer was curled up, a low groan echoing a little from behind his mask. He turned his head to look up at him.

“Kid…” he choked out between painful huffs, “Something’s wrong with my arm.” Kid’s lips pressed into a tight line, dropping to his knees and leaning over Killer.

“I’m gonna lift you up okay?” He said. Killer nodded as he reached his arm around Killer’s front, tucking his hand around his waist and bracing his stump against Killer’s broad back. “On the count of three. One…two…three!” He heaved, leaning back and rolling Killer over and onto his chest. The blond screamed from behind clenched teeth, chest heaving as he sucked in deep breaths trying to ride out the pain. Kid held him tightly until the scream turned to soft, pained pants. Killer leaned his head back tiredly against Kid’s chest, the back brace of it digging hard into his collarbone. Kid ignored the pain as he leaned around a bit to look at Killer’s arm.

“Well shit,” he muttered, Killer’s left upper arm was bent at a weird angle in the middle; making it look similar to the double-jointed ones of the long-arm tribe members. He had a feeling that the sleeve of the Killer’s polka-dotted shirt was the only thing that was holding his arm from bending further out. Killer followed his gaze.

“Well shit indeed,” he muttered, sounding a bit breathless, “I’m sorry Kid.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Kid snapped, his thumb rubbing against Killer’s side. He felt his friend relax from the gesture, his hand wrapping around Kid's thick wrist, the grip tight as if he was trying to ground himself.

“I can move my fingers still,” Killer said; wiggling them, “But hurts like a bitch when I try to turn my wrist.”

“Then don’t turn it idiot,” Kid huffed, fondly exasperated, “You think you’re able to stand up?” Killer turned his mask to look up at him. It was amazing that Killer could give him his famous don’t be stupid look even when Kid couldn't see his face.

“My arm’s broken Kid, not my feet,” he replied. Kid rolled his eyes.

“On three again,” he called out, bracing his feet on the mushy earth. Killer braced his legs; his grip on Kid’s wrist betraying his nervousness at the maneuver. “One…two…three…” Kid surged up; his boots slipping a bit making him sway but Killer helped stabilize them. The blonde made a low pained groan, head bent to his chest; his arm hanging limply to one side. Killer waited till the death grip on his wrist eased up before he slowly moved away.

Killer swayed a bit on his feet but then took a deep harsh breath in and blew it out loudly. He looked over to Kid. “I’m good now but…I might need a sling for this.”

Kid blinked a few times; then shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. “Okay but…yeah…this is gonna be awkward.” And awkward it was; trying to slide material under Killer’s arm without moving it too much; both of them only having one arm to work with. After a few minutes of arguing, brainstorming, and a few failed attempts; they managed to get it situated; Kid fumbling a bit to tie the knot behind Killer’s neck. He groaned in frustration as the cloth kept slipping out his fingers, finally resorting to using his mouth to hold one end and jerking his head to secure the hold. He brushed Killer’s long locks back into place; tugging out some of the leaves and twigs that got snagged when he fell.

“Do you remember how we got here?” he asked, fussing with the sling, making sure that it was sitting properly. Jagger had drilled sling tying into them on the ship. He was only one medic to a crew of thirty-one; so he made sure that they at least all knew had some basic first aid that would help until he got to them. Kid was grateful for his crewmate’s seemingly annoying diligence at the time.

“I remember there being a thick fog bank rolling in off the island we were passing,” Killer replied, “You seemed to fade into it when it crossed over the ship so I reached out to grab you. Next thing I know we were falling through the air towards the treetops. I think I saw the ship beached but I can’t be sure what direction it is from here. “ He paused to tap his fingers against Kid’s hand. “It feels okay now Kid, thanks.”

Kid grunted, fixing the shirt collar before stepping away. Killer turned to face him, head tilting to one side before he gestured for him to lean down. Kid bowed his head and felt Killer’s fingers pushing through his hair; pulling out and tossing aside some leaves and twigs as well. “I recall the fog as well but yeah; I don’t remember what happened after that besides falling. At least the ship is okay. So let’s find them and get the hell off this island.”

“Couldn’t agree more with that,” Killer said fervently, “Lead the way Captain.”

Kid straightened up and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in; flexing his fingers a bit. Sparks flickered between his fingertips; the sharp snaps of electricity sounding louder than normal in the gloomy silence of the undergrowth. He felt the hum of the island’s magnetic field like silken threads sliding over his skin. He moved slowly; feeling out the threads and their direction finally lining himself up with the magnetic currents then in one swift motion entended his awareness, his eyes snapping open. Flickers of electricity flared through his iris, making his normally red-orange eyes a burning amber. To his mind’s eye; the magnetic field cut bright arcs of light through the trees.

“This way,” he said and began walking, Killer’s heavy footsteps crunching behind him.

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The Dust of the Stars in Her Eyes (5/7)

Summary: Feyre Archeron didn't want a prince, just a night off and a dress. But when the mating bond snaps for Rhysand at the ball where his father is pressuring him to choose a wife, he'll do anything to keep Feyre close—even convince her to fake an engagement to him. Warnings: Light discussion of injuries Pairing: Feysand Chapter Word Count: ~2k

Chapter One: The Prince is Giving a Ball | Chapter Two: I Have Found Her | Chapter Three: So Why is the Fellow Going Crazy? | Chapter Four: I Wake in the Loneliness of Sunrise | Chapter Five: Move a Mountain, Light the Sky

Chapter Five for Day Five of @officialfeysandweek2023 is up!

You can find it below the cut or here on AO3.

Rhys was screaming her name. Feyre rolled backwards in the air and soared towards him without consciously choosing to, her body reacting instinctively to his distress before she even knew what was happening.

He was falling. There were arrows in Rhys's wings and legs, and he was falling right out of the sky. He should have winnowed or put up a shield or something, but Rhys was falling.

Feyre had shot countless birds while hunting, and a direct hit meant nothing if she couldn't find the carcass on the ground afterward. With years of practice, it only took a heartbeat's worth of time to track Rhys's movement and estimate where he'd land if she didn't intervene.

And his bones would shatter against the mountain if she got it wrong.

Feyre winnowed to the spot just below him, hoping she'd guessed the speed and angle just right. She extended her arms. And Rhys fell right into them.

It was awkward, her wings straining with effort as she tried to climb with the additional weight of him. As she adjusted, one of his talons nearly grazed her cheek. But he was safe.

"I've got you," she whispered. She kept flying, taking two beats of her wings to catch her breath and pull him closer to her chest. Then Feyre winnowed again.

Only half-High Fae, Feyre couldn't winnow far. But she was fast, and that was what mattered. Rhys's blood would leave a trail that any idiot with a sense of smell could track. She winnowed them several times in quick succession, covering enough ground each time to make sure they wouldn't be followed.

In an empty clearing, she finally set Rhys down gently. He swayed a bit, catching her around the shoulders with an arm before he stumbled and fell. With him leaning up against her, Feyre looked him over as best as she could.

More arrows than she cared to count had shredded his wings, and one was still embedded in his thigh. Ash arrows, with a greenish tinge that could only mean poison.

That explained why he hadn't winnowed himself to the ground and the sickly pallor on his face. Feyre could feel his heart hammering, working overtime to make up for the blood loss. His breath was beginning to come in shallow gasps.

"Which way is the house?" she said. They were too far from Windhaven for her to take him back now.

"North," he managed to say, and Feyre let out a silent prayer of thanks to the Mother that he was still clear-headed enough to give her directions. There were wards that kept her from winnowing in, but she could get close.

She winnowed again, short bursts of distance each time. Her own power began to flag as so much repeated winnowing drained her, and Rhys's eyes fluttered shut. They couldn't keep this up much longer.

When standing became too difficult for Rhys, Feyre hoisted him across her shoulders, holding him in place with one arm and leaving the other free. Not that it mattered—if anyone caught up to them, she'd be outnumbered. There was nothing to do but trudge ahead on foot as Rhys's blood left a trail behind them. She wouldn't risk flying when someone might be watching the skies.

Someone must have heard or sensed her coming, because as Feyre emerged from the trees, the door to the house flung open. The two Illyrians inside must have been the brothers she was supposed to meet.

"Rhys was shot with poison arrows. One of you go get a healer," Feyre said before they could get a question out. There was a note of command in her voice she hadn't known she was capable of.

The one with blue siphons nodded once then took off without another word, and the other helped Feyre bring Rhys inside. They laid him out on the bed, on his stomach to keep his wings free. With hardly a word, the male pulled a box of gauze from a cabinet, and they got to work applying pressure to the wounds.

Wounds that the poison kept from closing.

The arrows had ripped his wings, leaving long, ugly gashes from serrated edges. Without Rhys's healing magic, there was more blood flowing than Feyre and his brother could stanch on their own. All they could do was press on the worst of it to buy time.

It seemed to take an age, but the brother who'd left returned with the healer. When the healer reached for Rhys's wings to examine them, Feyre let out an involuntary growl. His brothers shared a look. Feyre snarled.

The healer was there to help, but for some reason Feyre didn't understand, the sight of another female getting close to Rhys's wings sent a primal, irrational sort of rage lancing through her.

The brother with red siphons ushered her out the door before the situation could devolve. In the yard, with the door closed behind them and the scent of Rhys's blood fading, Feyre took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"Who are you?" the male said. "And what happened?"

"I'm his fiancee," Feyre said.

"Fiancee? Are you also his ma—"

She snarled again. "Don't."

Feyre knew what he'd been about to say. Just like she knew what it meant that there had been a feeling of emptiness in her chest, as if something was missing and silent with the poison suppressing Rhys's magic. Deep down, she knew, even if she wouldn't admit it—to herself or anyone else.

Her eyes flashed, daring Rhys's brother to finish that sentence, but he just raised his brows and said, "I'm Cassian. Sorry we're not meeting under better circumstances."

"I'm Feyre," she said, then launched into a description of the attack. Cassian would want to know all the rest later, but for now, Feyre was sure he was mostly worried that Rhys's attackers might arrive at their doorstep to finish the job. But the forest around them was quiet, even if Cassian was scanning it for threats instead of looking at her as she spoke.

The door opened again, and the other brother—Azriel, Feyre assumed—appeared in the doorway. "Rhys is going to be fine," he said, face impassive. "He's asleep now."

Feyre and Cassian followed him back inside, where the healer was packing her up her things. Rhys was still on the bed, shirt gone, wings braced open and covered in bandages and coated in some sort of salve, another bandage wrapped around his leg. But his breathing was deep and even, and his skin had already lost its sickly cast.

Feyre let out a breath. He was going to be alright.

But for now, she still owed his brothers more answers, so the three of them dragged chairs around the bed and talked. Rhys hadn't mentioned how much of the truth he'd intended to tell his brothers, so Feyre lied through her teeth about a perfect, whirlwind night of falling in love with a prince. She didn't know either one of them well enough to be sure if they believed her. At the very least, however, they trusted her enough to leave her alone with Rhys while they went to Windhaven in search of more information.

Feyre didn't know how long she sat, watching the rise and fall of Rhys's chest. But eventually he stirred, groaning as his eyes opened. "Feyre?" he said, and something deep within her uncoiled at the sound of it.

"It's me," she said. "You just missed your brothers. They'll be back soon."

Feyre watched the clarity return to his eyes as he took in the sight of her bloodstained leathers. He was lucid, even as he grimaced in pain. "Are you hurt?"

"Not at all. The blood on me is all yours," she said, and Rhys's grimace softened slightly.

"Thank you."

Feyre ducked her head, unable to face everything shining in Rhys's eyes as he looked at her. Forcing a tight smile, she said, "I wouldn't be a very convincing fiancee if I let you fall to your death, now would I?"

"You carried me here."

"It was that or leave you to bleed out in the mud. Which would also have been a horrible thing to do." Rhys said nothing, just reached out a hand, and Feyre laced their fingers together. He tugged her hand gently, urging her to come closer. She added, "It's just us here. You don't have to pretend."

"I'm aware," he said, tugging again. "Come here anyway."

With his wings stretched out and immobilized to heal, there was no room to perch on the bed next to him. Hiding her own wings, Feyre ducked under his and lay down on her back next to him. She stared up at the membrane, took in the sight of the dried blood caking it, the carefully wrapped bandages. "How badly does it hurt?" she whispered.

"Not as badly now," he said, dropping her hand to band his arm around her and pull her closer. Feyre found herself relaxing against him in spite of herself. She swore she could draw a bright, unbroken line along every place they touched, from where their ankles knocked together, up their sides, to where Rhys's arm crossed her chest.

As much as she hated seeing his injuries, it was a relief in some ways, to be looking at his wings instead of his eyes. She wasn't sure she could face what she might find there.

Mother above, what were they doing?

Maybe it didn't matter—he'd been terrified and probably just wanted someone to hold, and Feyre was the only one there. If that was the case, she decided she didn't mind. Being next to him was comfortable. And maybe she'd take what she could get while this engagement lasted.

She felt a sharp inhale against her hair, Rhys taking in her scent. It would be so easy, she realized, to turn her head and press her lips to his—and it was becoming more difficult to believe he wouldn't welcome it if she did. But it was also becoming increasingly obvious that walking away at the end of this engagement would take something out of her, and she refused to make it harder on herself. So Feyre just continued staring resolutely up at his wing.

"I was afraid they'd shot you, too," Rhys said quietly. "While I was falling, I thought you might have just been killed because of your association with me."

It wasn't even an unreasonable conclusion to come to. Feyre had just seen firsthand how much Rhys was disliked in Illyria, and it stood to reason that being close to Rhys came with a risk of getting caught in the crossfire. He'd be High Lord one day, and that came with enemies from other courts, too. Feyre couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound like a hollow platitude.

After a moment, Rhys added, "So if you want out after what happened this morning, I understand."

The resignation in his voice ran deep, and Feyre knew he was talking about a bigger sort of rejection than just ending their engagement early. But that was as far down that road she'd allow her thoughts to go.

"I'm an archer, in case you forgot. It takes more than a few arrows to scare me off."

With the arm circling her chest, Rhys squeezed her closer for a second. Feyre let her head fall to the side, her temple brushing against his, and the tight feeling in her chest seemed to fade away.

"And I couldn't be more fortunate for that."

Feyre found herself smiling slightly as they lapsed into a comfortable silence. There would be more people in and out of the house soon, she realized—once word got to Velaris, she was sure his family would want to come see him, and the Cauldron only knew when his brothers would be back. The failed assassins would have to be rooted out, and there would be delays in the changes to the inheritance laws he'd come to meet with the camp-lords about.

But it was peaceful for now, just the two of them. Feyre just wished it could last a bit longer.

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