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Far Too Soon for a Sacrifice

Vessel x fem!reader

Summary: Sleep blesses Vessel with a gift like no other--to be used for one purpose, and one purpose only. To many, it seems to be a curse. How will he attempt to draw the line between what Sleep wants, and what he wants?

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI; we got blood, we got gore--we got HORRIFICALLY down bad vessel for y/n and we got smut WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO + unrealistic concert stuff my bad peeps, swearing

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(y/f/n)○°○{gn!}= your friend's name--pick one! any one!

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"Hello? Y/N? You there?" (Y/F/N) waved their right hand, their left one gripping the steering wheel.

Y/N's eyes had been focused on the road for quite some time, and she almost didn't have any response to (Y/F/N)'s attempt to catch her attention. They had begun to poke her shoulder, which caused your gaze to shift towards them.

"Do me a favor--when we get to the concert, don't awkwardly look at the band like that." They laughed, earning a small one from Y/N.

"Oh you think that's bad? Wait until I stare at them like that when you're trying to get a picture with them." Mimicking the stare she had been holding for the past several minutes, she broke into more laughter, seeing (Y/F/N) bite their inner lip to hold in theirs.

"They're gonna cancel the whole fuckin VIP session with your creepy ass."

Tonight was Y/N's first Sleep Token concert. Being quite well versed in knowledge about the band itself, alongside the unusual lore the members had so carefully fabricated--the excitement Y/N was holding in was almost incredible. The exhaustion that had been building over sleepless nights in the time she had waited for this day to come, was building up. Her eyes fluttered closed every few minutes, with an urge she's been trying to fight off for the past thirty minutes.

"Go on. Nod off if you have to. We have an hour ahead of us still, before we get there." (Y/F/N) placed their right hand on the wheel again. "You okay with taking an Uber back to your place later?"

"Yup." Y/N reclined her seat, reaching behind herself for a jacket, which she spread out on top of her. "Goodnight."

"It's 3pm."

"Yeah, yeah fuck you too dipshit."

Y/N's eyes shut, and the soft sounding rumble of the car slowly drifted away.

The hallways were lined with finished oak. Something reminiscent of and old church, or perhaps some old legislative building. Y/N lifted up a small picture frame, adorned with gold around the edges. The picture in the middle was pure black. She had believed it to only be some piece of dark paper, but it had that shine that those designated printers for the job.

Looking around one of the doorframes into the next room, she made sure that no one was around. A click resounded from above her--the igniter of a heater. Y/N immediately felt its warmth from the vent above her. Placing the picture frame down after flipping it around a few times, she looked up at the mirror in front of her. It was fairly small, one of those wall mounted ones a person would use to see how they'd look before heading out.

As she took a step away, she felt a few hairs upon her head move slightly. Glaring up at the vent above her, she pushed those hairs back into their original position. Before she could drop her hand back to her side, her wrist had been caught in a tight grip--with cold metal pressed against her skin. She soon glared at the figure that loomed above her.

The familiar white mask with a red sigil was almost falling from the figure's face. Vessel had loosened his grip on her, and in a panic, Y/N grabbed his shoulders firmlu--turning him around and pressing him against the wall. Her heartbeat had only jumped from the initial startle, yet somehow, it had managed to stay at its fairly normal pace. Y/N began to question why the idea of fear seemed almost impossible to wrap her mind around.

"Oh come on now." He leaned his head forward, his warm breath soothing her with every exhale. "Don't act as if you haven't dreamt of this before. Don't act as if you've dreamt of something that delves farther into the...intricacies of one another."

Y/N grasped Vessel's necklace, pulling him closer to herself. A small moan escaped his mouth, as she snaked her hand around his neck , propping it on the back of his head. He softly pressed his lips against hers, before resting his head on hers.

Moving her arms lower, to his back, she pressed her face into his chest. Vessel stifled a small laugh with an exhale.

"My love, you're going to have paint all over your face." He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Doesn't matter." Y/N's muffled voice caused a smile to form across Vessel's face. "There's far worse--"

"We're here!" (Y/F/N) screamed, hitting the horn a couple times--which sounded awful with the resonance of the parking structure. "Grab your shit, we gotta go."

Y/N looked at the dash, seeing the various Sleep Token songs being shuffled for what seemed to be the entire drive. Pressing the off button, she unbuckled her seat belt before stepping out of the car. Assuming that was the cause of the unusual Vessel related dream, Y/N tried her best to shake it off. But that feeling still lingered--something about that dream made it feel so... real. But again, its a mixture of having a "celebrity crush" and hormones was the basis of dreams like this, right?

Walking up to the venue with (Y/F/N), the two entered through the VIP entrance, which was lined with a lavish red velvet carpet. A few turns and the two were in front of where Sleep Token would perform. It was only moments until the band started setting up various bits needed to go about the show properly.

The VIP session was first.

"Is this close enough to have a make-out session with one of the band members or do I need to help you climb on stage to do that?" (Y/F/N) raised a brow, and earned soft punch on the shoulder from Y/N.

Being the first people to wait for the band during the VIP session, the 4 members gazed beyond the edges of the stage after going back behind it. III frantically looked at the 2 concert goers on the floor talking to each other while Vessel stood still, unwavering. His fingernails digging into the side of his thumb.

"What's wrong?" II picked up a new pair of drumsticks from a box, before sealing it up as best as possible. "The staring--it's a problem, you do realize that?"

You are infatuated with me; are you not? He thought, gazing longer at Y/N.

Y/N looked all over the room, wondering where a certain voice came from.

"You alright?" (Y/F/N) put their hand on her shoulder, leaning down a bit.

Get their hand off of yourself.

"Hey, I'm good, I'm good." Y/N chuckled. "Thought I heard a mosquito or something. Shit makes me go crazy."

That is not the only thing drives you insane, is it? What of the time we--

"I think I'm having a manic episode." She took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "The voices in my head are telling me that THEY'RE IN MY WALLS! THE FOG IS COMING!"

Y/N jokingly shook (Y/F/N), the whole near empty venue filling with their laughter. A small poking battle commenced between the two, which puzzled Vessel.

"Quit doing the mind thing with others." II patted him on the shoulder. "Sleep didn't give us these things for you to abuse them."

"They should have known better than to give them to me as well." Vessel adjusted his mask, and without any delay, Y/N's gaze darted over at him, peeking from the side of the stage.

Within minutes, there was a line forming outside for the VIP meet and greet, with (Y/F/N) and Y/N being first, as they had already stepped foot into the allotted area. Each member of Sleep Token stepped out and down from the stage, with an individual ready to help with pictures in front of them. (Y/F/N) walked up first to the four to get a picture with them. A nervous Y/N offered to take the picture of the 5 of them, and their friend gestured them to join them. She shook her head in response, smiling to be polite.

I can assure you, my love, the safest place in the world for you, is next to me. Vessel thought, as he scooted over the right for her to stand between him and II.

One really weird dream and all of a sudden the voices in my head are louder than my actual speaking voice. Y/N thought in response.

Darling, you know you've had far more 'unusual' dreams than just that. He smiled, looking down at the woman who had scooted even closer to him.

With her arms at her sides, Vessel slipped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/N found it moderately unusual, but yet--not as bad as she thought it was. It was if her dreams had been brought to life. But no, this was wrong. She'd never met this man before in her entire life. To her, he'd just been a masked face and a voice behind the speaker in her house. Y/N pulled her arm away from his.

Vessel, hurt ever so slightly looked at her once again. He had to do the best to accept the possible forms of rejection as much as possible. After all, he knew he wasn't "forcing himself onto her." He had gotten to know her over time, but he was terrified to tell her.

The entire show, he couldn't get it off his mind. The woman he'd grown so fond of, over the years didn't seem to like him, no matter how much time they had spend together. Behind every word he sang that night, it was if a needle had been embedded in his heart, and it was pushed further and further in.

--time skip because I can't write lmao--

(Y/F/N) had already left, as Y/N waited for her Uber. As much as she wanted to leave, there was some ominous feeling tying her to this place. Something in her mind was screaming for her to go back--to yell back in Vessel's face about what the fuck was going on. To ask him if, if she... Her thoughts were all mashed together, and it was hard to process it all.

My love, please meet me here. Please. I don't know how much I can fare without speaking to you. Please. The voice in her head made her want to break into tears. It was if whatever emotion this voice was feeling, she could feel as well. And it hurt. So, much.

She changed the address of where her Uber was supposed to take her. The whimper in her head was too much to bear. It felt wrong to ignore it--it was like she had to console whatever it was. An urge to stop all of its pain that was completely inexplicable.

After it dropped her off at the front of it, she walked up and was about to knock on the door, but it immediately opened. Vessel, in full worship wear, leaned on the frame, almost out of breath. There were light black streaks down his neck as if he had been crying for hours.

"The dreams. They--" He paused to catch his breath. "You've dreamt of me, thrice a week, every week--for the past 6 years. They weren't just dreams, I was actually talking to--"

Y/N pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him just as she had did in her dreams before.

"You've told me all of your feelings--simple things like how your days have been. You've poured your heart out for me some nights and I've done the same." He choked behind another sob. "I approached you today thinking that this would be like any other 'dream' for you but, I just--I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"All those dreams, that was, actually you and me?" Y/N looked up at him, arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"The things we did, the ways we felt, I--I just wanted to find you." He slowly rested his chin on her head. "When I found you, I treated you poorly and I just lost control of myself."

"Those thoughts, were yours? All of them?"

"Yes."

"Could you hear mine?"

"Sometimes."

What? No complaints about me getting paint on my face? Y/N thought.

No.

You're actually fucking magic.

I'm blessed, my love.

"You really suck at talking to people you know that?" Y/N chuckled, earning a small smile from Vessel.

"That's what the dreams are for, Y/N." He exhaled. "I tend to be better at such things in that form of communication."

"Next thing I know, you're going to like propose to me or something."

"I've made plans."

"That's a new one."

"What is, may I ask?"

"How the fuck am I ever going to tell people how I got to know you?" She raised a brow, licking her lips. "Yeah, 'I met this guy through my fucking mind'."

"God, you're just as amusing as you were when we spoke a couple nights ago."

"So when we--" Y/N paused, looking down at her shoes, shuffling her feet slightly. "Did the--uh. The..."

"When we had...um" Vessel scratched his head.

"Are we both just completely unable to speak right now?" She laughed again, muddling the sounds against his chest. "Where's the awfully sensual, headstrong Vessel that wanted to have a full make-out session with me in that venue?"

"You slightly, intimidate me."

"What?"

"I thought you were a figment of my imagination until Sleep showed me, and..." Vessel slowly intertwined his fingers with hers again. "I don't want anyone else to be with you. Sleep didn't only show me, you. They showed all of us."

"II, III, and IV--they know about us?" Y/N tightened her grip on his hand.

"They want you just as much as I do. I won't let them have you. We belong to each other--I will not let anything change that, love." He led Y/N to his couch, where he laid his head in her lap. "No God, or friend of mine will stand in my way."

"You're awfully possessive of a girl you just met."

"You don't know what they want of you. What they require of me to fulfill Sleep's wishes."

"Are you going to sacrifice me, Ves?"

He remained quiet, pulling her arm to set it on his chest.

"Vessel?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you won't do it."

"I would do everything for you. And more."

He sat up and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Y/N leaned into it more curling her fingers into claws and digging them slightly into the top of his back. Vessel trailed his soft pecks down until his lips met her collarbone, his canines grazing it ever so slightly. She reached for the buttons of his black jeans, and he pushed her hand away, undoing them himself. He paused all of a sudden.

"Is this too soon?" Y/N pulled back, breathless.

"We have waited far too long for one another. This is long overdue." He growled. "I won't do this here, however."

Slipping his arms under Y/N, lifting her up bridal-style, he carried her to his bedroom. Setting her down softly on his bed, she stood up.

Y/N grabbed his necklace, pulling him closer to herself--earning that one particular moan from him.

"I miss that sound." She pulled him into another kiss, but this one was not like the last.

Within minutes, Vessel's kisses became hungrier, as if he needed more that what he was getting. Being pressed up against the wall as the two of them managed to throw all of their clothes on the floor in a matter of seconds. In another kiss, Vessel's tongue begged for an entrance. Once he was let in, he ravaged all he believed to be his. Y/N's tongue grazed one of his canines, almost drawing blood, but ignored it in the moment.

Vessel's kisses trickled farther down her body yet again, and he softly pushed her onto his bed. Once his attacks reached he inside of her thigh, Y/N could not hold back a moan any longer. The mere sound of it began to illicit the deepest growl from Vessel. He lined the edges of her folds with just as many hungry kisses as he has planted on her face.

"Please, Ves." She arched her back. "I need more than that."

"Darling, you deserve far more than I could ever give you." The words escaped his lips. "But I will do my best, I promise you."

"You better."

"We shall see."

Vessel slowly pressed his member against her folds, refusing any sort of entrance he was allowed. Y/N's attempts to get any friction were fruitless.

"As I said, I will not deny you of anything you deserve."

In one stroke, his entire member had slid almost completely inside her. His pace was slow, and deadly almost, as he wanted the two of them to savor every single moment of it. Y/N pressed her lips against his again, in an almost violent clash for control. Her nails dug further into his back, causing him to hiss--and she loosened her grip.

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop that." He mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't. Stop."

Y/N placed her hands around him yet again.

"Ves, please I'm going to--"

"I know. I am as well."

The sweet release for the both of them, caused them to roll on their backs, catching their breaths.

"Were those better, or worse than your dreams?" He laid his head on her chest.

"Do you even need to ask, babe?"

"That's a new one."

"What?"

"You've never had any sort of--pet name for me."

"If you don't like 'babe,' you can get 'vessy-wessy' instead."

"Please no." His laughter rumbled as he leaned more on her shoulder.

With their legs entwined, the two cuddled up next to each other, it was as if everything, yes everything, was perfect.

"So now are you going to sacrifice me?"

"My love, it is far too soon for a sacrifice."

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WOOOOO YOU GOT THROUGHT IT ALL

sorry for the worst smut in the world, but hey, if you didn't think this fic was awful, maybe I'll give it a PART 2??? PART II? WITH II? okay I'm done :)

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Can We Be Wrong Tonight? - Chapter Four

Pairing: Colin Zabel x Reader

Work Summary: In the wake of Missy Sager’s disappearance, you’re having trouble staying safe while making ends meet. Colin Zabel x Sex Worker!Reader.

Chapter Summary: You try (and fail) to put some distance between yourself and Colin.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6…

Word Count: 2325

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @trashmaximoff @raincoffeeandfandoms @josephines-simps-fics @mrs-kai-anderson

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Notes:

Sorry if there are any errors, I'm pretty ill atm.

Warnings: somewhat public sex, jealousy, (canon-typical) violence against sex workers, kidnapping

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The next time you met up with Colin, it was back at the hotel. Him coming to your apartment had made everything far too real. If he was upset about this, he never brought it up. You still saw him at least once a week. He never brought up his finances again. You were grateful, because as ridiculous as it was, part of you felt guilty that he was spending so much money on you.

Sometimes, you wanted to invite him over, just to spend time with him. Tell him to save his money. Eat pizza and watch movies and fall asleep together after fucking each other senseless. But that would be a bridge too far. You weren’t ready to cross that line yet.

You put your head down. You had college work to focus on. That didn’t make it hurt less every time he left.

Tonight’s gig was a little different than what you were used to. You were at a bar with a client, letting him show you off to all his friends. Your dress was tight and short, but respectable. The client had bought it for you, telling you he wanted you in red.

At the end of the night, you would go back to a hotel room with your client, and well, if a couple of his friends decided to join you, the more the merrier. As long as you were getting paid, you didn’t care.

You were sitting in your client’s lap. He had one hand on your hip, the other resting on your thigh. You played your part, sipping on a cocktail and laughing at all of his jokes, pretending not to notice how all of his friends were staring at you like you were a piece of meat.

“Why don’t you get us another round of drinks, baby?” asked your client, handing you his credit card.

“Right…” As you got to your feet, he slapped your ass. A couple of his friends jeered. You looked back at him over your shoulder and winked.

Over at the bar, you were halfway through ordering when your gaze caught on something that stopped you in your tracks.

Colin and Mare were sitting by the other side of the bar. Mare said something and Colin laughed and your heart got caught in your throat.

As if he could feel your eyes on him, Colin turned and met your gaze. Your heart was hammering.

“Is that everything for you?” asked the bartender, bringing you back to yourself.

Embarrassed, you listed off the rest of the drinks your client and his friends wanted. Across the bar, Colin said something to Mare and then got to his feet. You drummed your fingers on the sticky surface in front of you.

The next thing you knew, Colin was standing beside you. “Hi…” His vision was hazy. You realised he was drunk.

“Hey,” you said, turning to face him.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. You froze, your client’s credit card clutched tightly between your fingers. Colin smelt like whiskey and a trace of familiar cologne.

“I missed you,” he murmured. You wanted to sink into his embrace, but you couldn’t.

“Colin!” you squeaked. “I can’t right now- I-” He pulled back to look at you, keeping his hands on your arms. “I’m here with a client.”

His lips twisted into a frown. “Sorry.”

The bartender cleared his throat loudly and pushed the card reader towards you. You could feel your cheeks getting hot as you paid for the drinks.

“I’ve got to go. Sorry.” You picked up the tray of drinks and walked past Colin. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the table. Once you’d set the tray of drinks on the table, your client grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap.

“Who was that guy?” he asked you in a low voice.

“What guy?” you asked, and then immediately regretted it as he dug his nails into your thigh. You looked up to see that Colin was still standing by the bar, watching you. He quickly looked away when you met his eyes.

“Don’t play dumb,” hissed your client. “I saw you hugging him.”

“He’s just a friend.”

His fingernails dug into your skin. “You’re supposed to be mine tonight. I paid for you to be mine.”

“What was that, Dave?” said one of your client’s friends, far too loudly. “You paid for her?”

The rest of the men started jeering. Another said, “Dave, did you bring a cheap whore out for drinks with us tonight?” Your stomach twisted.

“How much for a blowjob, sweetheart?” said one of the other men, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his crotch.

“Get out of here,” snarled Dave, pushing you to your feet. You stumbled awkwardly, and one of the other men grabbed you by your hips to keep you steady.

“Aw, come on, this night just got interesting,” he said, leering at you. All of the men were drunk. You pulled away from them, tripping in your heels. You looked back at your client imploringly.

“You’re not getting a cent out of me,” said Dave, glaring at you. “Fuck off.”

Blinking away tears, you stumbled out of the bar and into the parking lot. Your client’s pride had been wounded when he saw Colin hug you. You knew all too well what men like him could do when their masculinity was threatened. It was better to leave. Still, you were losing out on a paycheck.

Resigned, you started to walk towards the neighbourhood where you usually worked.

When Dave pulled you into his lap, Colin couldn’t look away. Of course he knew that you had other clients. That you had sex with men who weren’t him. That your entire relationship was a business transaction. But it stung to see it right before his eyes.

For a brief moment, you caught his gaze. He hated the way that Dave was holding you. You looked so uncomfortable. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he walked back over to where Mare was sitting.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“Nothing. I think I’m gonna head out.” He downed the rest of his whiskey and grabbed his jacket.

“Zabel, what’s-”

“I’m just exhausted, Mare. Sorry. I’ll get you a cab if you want.”

Mare shook her head. “I’m gonna stay here. Take care of yourself, Zabel.”

Colin had to walk past Dave’s table to get out of the bar. He watched them sourly as they continued to drink and laugh amongst themselves. None of them looked at him.

He stepped out into the cold night air. Across the parking lot, he saw you. Your red dress didn’t cover much, and you were shivering. He called out your name and you looked back over you shoulder at him. You stopped and turned to look at him. He jogged over to you, powered by whiskey and the tingling in his gut.

“Hey,” he said breathlessly when he caught up to you.

“Hey…” You looked away, smoothing your hair behind your ear.

“Do you want to come home with me?” He didn’t know why he said it. His mother was at home. It would be a terrible idea. But right now he wanted his bed, and he wanted you, and he was drunk enough to let you know that.

You let out a dry, humourless laugh that felt like a knife in his gut. “I’ve got to work.”

Frowning, Colin pulled out his wallet. You took a step back, embarrassed. You couldn’t meet his eye. As he thumbed through it, it confirmed what he already suspected.

“I don’t have any cash right now,” he said apologetically. “But I’m getting paid next week. I’ll pay you for the night plus interest on payday.”

Your lips were pressed together in a tight line. He watched your face as you considered it. “… I can’t,” you sighed. “My rent is due. I need money right now. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

A cold breeze whipped through both of you, and you shivered. You looked up into his eyes. With one hand on his chest, you murmured, “Because I really, really want to go home with you.”

His mouth fell open as he stared down at you. You were giving him that coy, flirtatious look that always drove him crazy, and warmth was radiating from the place where your hand was resting on his chest. The wind bit at you again and you gritted your teeth. He watched the goosebumps rising on your arms.

“You’re cold,” he said, feeling stupid.

You looked down at your feet, but after a moment, he realised you were smiling. You took his hand. When you began to walk, he followed. He had no idea where you were taking him, but he knew that he wanted to be there.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when you pulled him into an alley and pressed him against the wall, but he was. Even standing on tiptoes, you had to pull his face down to kiss him. Your hands were cold where they touched his face and neck.

He gripped your hips and spun you, pinning you to the wall. Your hands went straight for the button of his jeans. He let out a cut off moan as your cold hand wrapped around his cock.

“Baby,” he murmured as you rubbed him to full hardness. It didn’t take very long. You had to pull back from him for a moment to grab a condom from your bag, and he mourned the loss, however brief. Then your hands were on him again, sliding the condom on.

You rucked up your skirt and he lifted you off your feet. You pulled your panties to the side so that he could slide into you.

“Mm, fuck,” you groaned, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. His big hands squeezed your thighs, holding you in place. “Please. Fuck me.”

Colin pressed you harder against the wall and began thrusting into you. You tangled your hands into his hair and buried your face in his neck. Your mouth latched onto a patch of skin, biting and sucking hard enough to bruise, earning a deep, throaty moan from Colin.

“Mine,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing over the hickey you’d left there.

“I’m yours,” Colin agreed. He pounded into you harder, and your eyes fluttered closed with pleasure. He adjusted his gripped, pinning you to the wall with one hand, holding you as easily as if you were a doll. His free hand found its way between your thighs and started rubbing your clit.

“Colin,” you whimpered, toes curling.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he murmured into your ear, and your eyes rolled back into your head. As your pussy clenched tightly around him, squeezing the life out of his cock, he clung to you, fucking into until he felt his balls tightening, and spilled his load into the condom.

The two of you stayed there for a long moment, with him holding you up against the wall while you both caught your breath. When he finally set you down, your legs were trembling. You leant against the wall, adjusting your panties and dress while he tied off the condom and threw it into a trashcan.

A dark purple hickey was very visible on his neck. You felt a little bad about it, but part of you was also proud of it. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. It was clearly a great effort to meet your eyes.

“Are you… was that okay?” he asked.

“More than okay,” you said breathlessly. “Good. Very good.”

“Okay, that’s good.” He smiled a little, still looking nervous. “I can pay you next week. I’m sorry that I don’t-”

“You don’t have to pay me for this,” you interrupted. “I needed it just as much as you did.”

Colin’s eyes widened. “…Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You were still leaning against the wall. He moved towards you furtively, as if he was afraid you might bolt. After a moment, he closed the distance between you and kissed you tenderly on the lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You were starting to get cold again, but the warm weight of his body was an anchor.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. You pulled back so sharply that you almost smacked your head against the wall.

“What?”

“You said-”

“I didn’t- I didn’t say anything,” Colin interrupted. His cheeks were flushed. “I should get going,” he said before you could say anything else. “Can I get you a cab home?”

“I’ve still got to work,” you said, frowning.

“Right. I’m sorry. Can I walk you to… where you need to be?”

“It’s okay.” There was a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Right. I need to… I’m gonna…” Awkwardly, he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, back to the bar’s parking lot. “…get a cab.”

“I’m going this way.” You indicated the opposite direction, inwardly cringing. You hated how quickly this had become awkward.

“Right. Right. I’ll call you. Soon. And text me when you get home. Just so I know you’re safe.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

You didn’t look back as you walked off in opposite directions.

You didn’t think anything of it when van pulled up alongside you. More than anything, you were grateful to get out of the cold. You were sitting in the passenger seat, tugging at the straps of your dress when the driver’s hands wrapped around your neck. It was a practised, easy motion, and his hands were strong, so no matter how you scratched and clawed and kicked, you couldn’t get free. As your vision faded to black, your last thought was that you should’ve been at home with Colin.

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‘Thomas, why don’t we fսck here, on these benches? Right now. We wouldn’t be the first.’

Peaky Blinders | 6.06 “Lock and Key”

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I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But the Shire… The Shire is burning. So Mordor it is.

EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS 4

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tattedforyourpleasure · 3 years ago

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Eddie Munson - Masterlist

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Darkest nights

Summary: You find Eddie after he witnesses Chrissy’s death.

Moonstruck

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Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

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tattedforyourpleasure · 4 years ago

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VOID STILES X READER

Our Little Secret

request: please wright something ab void stiles pleaseeeeeeeeee

desc: Scott kidnaps and ties reader to a chair in order to lure an infatuated void Stiles out to him, but the plan backfires and the one who takes off the blindfold isn’t Scott. (gagging/binding, lust, etc.)

a/n: I know practically every void stiles work is a smut, but tried to do a little bit of something else, though this is def. open for a part two if you can imagine where that’d go ;)

gif: @lovemusiclifexx

She shifted her hands but found they were bound by rope. She tried to blink but found her eyes restrained by a blindfold. She tried to call out but found her mouth stuffed with cloth. It was dark and terrifying, like a black hole had sucked her up, and now there was nothing but empty silence and the cold chill of whatever room she was in. Her muffled cries were heard at last, the fabric being removed from her eyes only, and they narrowed under the bright white lights as she was met with a set of fiercely glowing red eyes.

“I know, I know, okay?!” Scott hushed her before she could even begin to protest, his eyes resuming their warm gold color. “I’ll ungag you if you promise not to bite, okay?” he joked, trying to warm the mood but clearly failing.

He sighed and fumbled nervously as he pulled the black cloth from the girl’s mouth. Her lips were chapped, bent into a permanent frown, her eyes tired, hair a messy halo around her face.

“What the hell Scott?!” she hissed.

“Shh,” he placed a finger to her pouted lips, “quiet, okay? I need you to be quiet.”

“What did you do to me?” she ignored him.

He bit at his lip, scratching at his head like he wasn’t sure what she was onto.

“I swear to god, McCall-”

“Fine, Fine!” he cut her off, “just don’t be mad.”

She glared daggers at him, her silence enough of a response.

“Okay, so uh, I may have slipped a little something in your drink earlier,” he clicked his tongue nervously.

“You what?!”

“I’m sorry,” he filched when she snapped forward, her hands still bound to the wooden chair, luckily for him. “It was the only way I could get you to go through with the plan, alright?”

She was still wearing the navy strapped dress from earlier in the afternoon, the one she’d worn when Scott had kindly offered her a big glass of iced water.

“What,” she inhaled sharply, “is the plan?”

“I-okay-w-I needed a way to lure him out here,” Scott cleared his throat and pushed back his dark hair.

“Who exactly are we talking about?” her voice lowered as she feared his next words.

His eyes narrowed guiltily, “you know…”

“No I don’t, asshole, so maybe you should grow a pair and tell m-”

“It’s Stiles.”

Her breath was caught at once, her vision going hazy.

“He is not Stiles,” she growled, “what the hell were you thinking?”

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). He has to be in there somewhere, I-I know it,” Scott stuttered, “and you’re the only one he, you know, cares about.”

She felt her cheeks burn red, her brows furrowing, “he’s a creepy murderer in the shell of our best friend.”

“And that creepy murderer is weirdly intrigued with you and you know it,” he shrugged.

“So what? You think you can just kidnap me and expect him to actually show up?”

As if at once, a loud thud came from above the tiny and chilly room, and Scott’s eyes flashed at once, head snapping up, nostrils flaring, “he’s here.”

“Scott, don’t you d-” she tried, unable to stop the gag being shoved back in her mouth, or the sheet of black encompassing her vision.

She heard the footsteps of the werewolf as he bounded up whatever stairs led from the door, and it was silent, but for only the briefest of moments. She could hear the sound of her unsteady breath, feet clacking on the ground, and then suddenly, a large crash of noise. She could make out a cry of pain, a slash of claws, a series of clashes, and then a drop of a body to the floor. It all happened so fast, the clatter coming like a symphony of brief destruction before dissipating into nothingness. Then she heard them, the slow, drawn out footsteps on the floors above her, and she prayed to anyone who would listen that it was Scott who stood upstairs. But the sound, the careful and dangerous way they moved, were wrong. The way she heard each one creaking on the steps of the stairs as they descended into the room was wrong. And the absolute silence that accompanied their entrance into the room, was just wrong. She held her breath, unable to pause the shaking of her chest or the tears that her blindfold held back. The wooden floorboards clacked softly as the person approached her, kneeling down in front of her when he was just inches away. And he, whoever it was, simply memorized her for an excruciatingly long number of seconds, his minty breath fanning over her skin, cold fingers coming to brush her cheek. She flinched at his touch, catching a hum of quiet discontempt. Then his hands were at her blindfold, and she almost wished he wouldn’t pull it away because she was terrified of what she’d see.

Two dark eyes, blank, hollow, soulless. And those purple rings that circled under them. The pale skin of the demon who sat before her. The twitch of his lips when he saw her face. His thumbs hooked in her gag, pulling it from her mouth, eyes darting between her tear filled orbs and colorless lips.

“Stiles?” she tried softly.

He laughed quietly, “aw, close, but not quite.”

He brushed her nose lightly with his thumb, big grin emerging on his face when she shifted away.

“You shouldn’t be scared,” he sighed, pursing his lips. “I mean, they should, but they don’t have quite the effect you’ve drawn to me,” he hummed lowly.

“Leave me the hell alone,” she hissed.

“Ouch,” he snorted, raising his hands in defense, “she bites.”

She didn’t respond.

“Mmm, silent method, huh?” his empty eyes narrowed. “See, as much as I’d enjoy hearing you scream, I’d pick the binds if I only had the one choice.”

Her chair thrust forward as she pushed herself angrily at the boy, but clearly did nothing to come close to harming him.

“That’s cute,” his lips twitched. “You have a lot of fire in there,” he indicated at her heart, “I like it.”

Her eyes narrowed, her breathing heavy, “what did you do to Scott and the others?”

“I took care of them,” he shrugged, adding, when he saw her expression, “oh calm down, they’re not dead….yet.”

“So why are you here?” she demanded.

“Because here is where Scott used you as human bait, which was smart, until I kicked his ass,” Stiles stood, running his pale slender fingers through his messy chocolate hair.

“Why me?” she begged softly.

He turned on his heel, shadows cast over his cheekbones, “don’t pretend like you don’t know it, sweetheart.” He stepped back to her, brushing away the loose hair gently from her face, “I am completely infatuated with you.”

Her nails dug into her palms, teeth biting at the inside of her cheek as she stared into the void’s face, “well then stop it.”

“It comes too easy with you,” he ignored her, shifting upright, “especially with that idiot nagging in my chest,” he fidgeted at the dark tee that clung snugly to his chest.

“Wh-Stiles?!” she breathed.

Void grunted softly, his eyes closing, “believe me, he has the same thoughts I do about you, sweetheart. They’re just a little more…” his eyes opened, “PG.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that every thought of you eats away at me just like it used to with him,” he sighed, pacing around the poorly lit room. He smirked, full lips bent, “It also means I’d like to do lots of selfish, dirty, and impure things to you.”

Her heart raced, the strange stir in her gut unfamiliar and daunting.

“Let me out right now so that I can strangle you,” she growled.

“Kinky,” Stiles winked, “but I prefer you submissive.”

She tried not to focus on the sound of her blood rushing through her ears, “what are you going to do to me?”

She didn’t mean to, she wanted to seem brave, but anyone could’ve heard that fear in her whisper.

He sunk before her again, and though the usual sparkle in his eyes was still snuffed out, she sensed his empathy. “Look, I won’t hurt you,” he sighed, touching her cheek lightly with his fingertips. “I’ll gladly soak my hands with anyone’s blood but yours,” he tried to humor her.

She turned her face away, and his voice was aggressive when he snapped at her to look at him. He forced her jaw forward, caressing her flesh lightly, “don’t be scared.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, the crystal droplets trailing from her eyes, “I am.”

“Of me?” he breathed, “or of admitting what you want?”

She stopped breathing, her eyes glazing over, unable to see straight.

“I-I don’t-” she shook her head through a short sob, “I don’t know.”

“Shh,” he cooed, brushing the moisture from her face, “it’s okay.”

It was strange, to hear those words coming from him and actually feel eased, to loosen at the soothing remarks a monster whispered.

“I know what you want, (Y/N)” he said with yearning, voice hoarse. “And god, I want it too,” he pleaded. “But I also know you don’t see it yet, or you do but you can’t admit it.”

Her lower lip trembled as she stared into those black orbs.

“So I’ll be patient,” he shook his head, “because frankly, there’s something about you that makes every second worth it. And I’m just waiting for you to open your eyes one day and realize we’re not so different.”

“Aren’t we?” she asked quietly.

His throat rumbled, “so there’s no part of you that wonders…?” his eyes caught on her parted lips.

She gulped down the lump in her throat, “n-no.”

He gave a half smirk, “you can’t even convince yourself of what you’re saying.”

Her heart pounded obnoxiously, centimeters between her, the boy, and the strangely fitting sleep deprived rings that clung to his face.

“What if I told you that you could close your eyes, and that the next time you’d open them, I’d be gone?” he asked, placing his palm to the midnight blue dress that cut down her thighs, his gaze tantalizing, aroma overwhelming.

“You’d leave?” she said, “and nobody would-”

“Know?” he finished for her. “No, just you and I, just one little secret moment. One where you can either open those beautiful eyes and ache knowing you’re going to feel that regret forever, or one where you take what you want. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

She chewed at her lip, giving a little nod.

“Okay baby, close your eyes,” he hummed, hands wrapping around her to gain access to the rope that bound her.

She did.

His hands fumbled gently until she was free, and though she couldn’t see it, she could feel Stile’s thumbs rubbing soothingly against her raw flesh. He gently rested her hands back into her lap, his tongue flickering over his dried lips, “whenever you open them,” he promised.

“And you’ll be gone,” she breathed shakily.

“I’ll be gone.”

His last words were muffled as he felt a set of lips lock lightly to his mouth, and his response was instantaneous. Her hands flew up to his face and forced him to her mouth, releasing a moan into his skin as he pressed himself tightly against her body, his taste absolutely intoxicating, like cocaine to her lips. She dug her fingers through his hair, her breath heavy as he growled against her and grinded her lightly to the rhythm of their kiss, his tongue relentlessly invading her mouth.

It was Stiles who pulled away, and she could feel the grin on his lips when he did. She nudged forward for more but he released her with a small shake of his head, knowing very well he’d given her just enough to have her hooked, and left her with just enough to keep her craving more. His thumb came to her lip, and he tugged gently down on it with a smile, “my little secret.”

And then her eyes opened, and he was gone, nothing but a ravenous longing left to signify he’d ever been there at all.

Part Two

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