Hazel ❧

i don’t proofread sorry 18 same name on ao3!

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Intro!!

hi hi hi

I'm Hazel and I write stuff sometimes. The name is rlly creative, ik. Im 18 + bi & My requests are always open! I won't write any incest or beastiality, but other than that everything else is pretty much fair game. I don't proofread my works cause I'm a chud and I get embarrassed, so plz excuse any mistakes!!! I utterly apologize, most of these are written at like 3 in the morning

Fandoms I write for (at the moment):

fnaf

marvel (+marvel actors in various roles)

creepypasta

I don't post very often, really only when I get motivation in the middle of the night lol. any kind of note is highly appreciated, especially comments. happy reading!

AO3

MASTERLIST

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Pretty on the Inside - EJ x Reader

4k words

WARNING: This fic contains multiple mentions of blood, organs, gore, teeth pulling, needles, medical equipment, as well as non-con elements. Reader discretion is advised!

Summary: You wake up in a cold, strange, place that you've never been to, without any recollection of how you got there. You can't seem to move or even scream for help but thankfully, someone comes in wearing a white coat and black gloves.

“There’s no use in trying to move, doll. I shot ‘ya up a while ago. You're not going anywhere.”

A/N: I'm sorry I can't believe I fell into the medplay pipeline. if I have to go crazy then so do you. please be warned this is ASS, its purely self indulgent and I needed to get ts out of my system. also he can in this. I normally hate it when fanfics give him vision but like I said, this is ASS. but still. enjoy!!

When you woke up, you didn't actually feel awake. Your eyes fluttered open, but the rest of your body stayed still. Your brain slowly began running, feeling every sensation around you, one at a time. First it was the incredibly bright overhead light that shone down on you, obstructing your vision of the entire room. Then, it was the cold sting of the long metal gurney beneath you. You had a thin gown separating you from it, but still could feel small pieces of it from the small gap on the small of your back. You tried to move, sit up, move your hand, anything at all, but nothing happened. You were unbelievably light headed. It instilled a migraine in the very center of your brain, like an itch that you couldn't reach. You continued to blink around the room as panic set in your mind. You were in a very bright room, naked, couldn't move your body, and you had no idea how you got here. You couldn't even open your mouth to scream for help, you weren't even sure if anyone would hear you. 

Just as you were about to try to move again, an incredibly tall figure made their way into your peripheral vision. 

“There’s no use in trying to move, doll. I shot ‘ya up a while ago. You're not going anywhere.”

The voice was unfamiliar, but it was deep, and oddly soothing. There was a crispness to it that seemed to calm you, opposing the words that it spoke. A large, dark hand reached over and moved the light out of the way, allotting you a small peek at the world around you. It took your eyes a moment to adjust but you still got a glimpse of the mysterious figure. He wore a surgical mask that hid most of his face, and had deep darkness around where his eyes should be. You could make anything out of his face, except for some dark, slightly curly hair. He began to hum as you watched him grab something from a rollable cart, a long pair of black gloves. While everything about this seemed similar to an average doctor's office, these gloves were synonymous to those of old 60s horror movies, like Frankenstein. They painted him as more of an evil scientist than a doctor. 

As if that wasn't enough to terrify you already, you watched as he picked up an unnecessarily large pair of scissors. They weren't clean, and now that you looked at it, almost none of the equipment on his cart was. It was covered in something copper coloured, like rust or dried blood. You prayed it wasn't the latter. As if he could read your mind, the man let out a low chuckle.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, these aren't for you. We gotta get that pesky gown off before we can do a proper exam.”

In that same moment, you felt the dull side of the scissors graze your skin, leaving a cold singe against wherever they touched. You realized then, that you should probably be much more scared than you were. Who knows what this man could be doing to you, yet it hadn't occurred to you to care. It wasn't as if you could do anything about it anyway, so you sat and tried your best to watch. As he stripped away the thin blue gown, any body warmth you had left was officially gone, taken away by the harsh coldness of the room. The temperature change left your nipples at their peak, while the overwhelming scent of alcohol made it apparent that this was only the beginning. 

“I’m sure you're probably wondering what you're doing here, sweet thing.”

You looked up at him as he swiftly removed the stethoscope from around his neck and began to place them in his ears. 

“You see, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew this is where you’d end up, right here on my table.”

Another cold sting as he placed the stethoscope right on your chest. 

“Deeeeep breath for me…”

You mindlessly obeyed.

“And out. Good job, sweet pea.”

You observed him as he placed the stethoscope down and reached for a penlight. All of his equipment seemed eerily outdated, an odd yellow coloring to them, along with countless stains. He brought the penlight up to your eyes and stared down at you, intently. 

“Dialated…god, are you light headed already?”

He let out another deep chuckle, this time you could feel the vibrations of it bounce off of him and spill onto you.

“Its just one bag, doll. You are just a frail little thing.”

You followed his arm as he gestured to the IV in your arm that was connecting to a blood bag that hung next to you. You tried to move once again, to find any strength that was hidden in your body. It was like he sensed it, like he was a predator and you were the prey and you both knew that there was no way out of it. His hand came down on your chest, pushing you down further into the table. His hand was large, large enough to almost take up your entire chest. The force of his one hand applied some pressure to your chest, to your lungs. You felt your breath catch in your throat, while your breathing became audible, almost shallow. 

“Now, we both know that you know better than to try and go anywhere, sweet thing. You just lay right there and let me take care of you, alright?”

With that, he removed the pressure from your chest, but his hand lingered. His hand slid itself down your body, tracing every curve and bone. You watched as the further his finger went, the wider the smile on his face got. He let out a soft chuckle.

“I knew you were a good pick but god, I underestimated just how perfect you would be.”

He gave you one last look up and down before he took his hand off you. He brought it up to your mouth, using both hands to pry open your lips and inspect your teeth. Your lips were chapped, like it was the winter time. They were dry and brittle, if you stretched them too much they would surely bleed. He put his thumb in your mouth, using the rest of his fingers to cup your cheek and turn your head either way. The taste of his glove quickie infiltrated your mouth, coating it with the taste of alcohol and rubber. Your tongue brushed against his thumb in a way that made you pay attention. It was like he wanted it to happen, like he enjoyed watching them mingle in your mouth. And despite what your brain was telling you, your heart was suggesting that you almost enjoyed it too.

“Look at that mouth, so perfect. No abrasions in the soft tissue or any Palatal Petechiae, that means someone's been a good girl. And all those pearly whites.”

He stared at your mouth for a beat, before squinting his eyes, or rather where they should be. 

“Y’know, doll, someone as perfect as you doesn’t just stumble into my hands every day. I think I deserve something to remember you by when you're gone.”

He turned around again with his back to you as he dug through a drawer. You had no idea what he was talking about, but you had a bad feeling in your stomach that was bubbling. When he turned back around, the bright light was caught on his tool, creating a flash in your direction. After it caught your eye, you could clearly make out a pair of pliers. A rusty, old, terrifying pair of pliers. 

“I know this is supposed to be about you, but you've gotta let me have this one thing. Just sit still, it’ll only hurt for a second.”

As he moved closer with the pair, you tried your best to get up and run. The best you managed was a panicked look in your eyes and some squirming. 

“Hon, quit squirmin’ I don’t want to hurt you.”

You didn’t listen this time, just kept trying your best to get out if you could. An overwhelming sense of dread sets in to you, as if it was all hitting you at once. You tried to scream, but the sound had refused to leave your mouth. You only managed a few worried breaths. You felt as he inspected each tooth, choosing which one he liked the best, before deciding on a molar on your right side. In one swift movement, he latched onto it, getting a firm hold onto both sides. That same grin worked its way onto his face, one that you could see even with the mask on. He jerked the tooth back and forth, forcing it to loosen. The process was long and dreadful, becoming more agonizing every second. You could taste copper as blood began to pool up in your mouth, eventually dripping down and onto your neck and chest. You felt as the tooth snapped and pulled out of place, and it throbbed as if your heart was right in your jaw rather than your chest. IT felt like there was rope trying to keep the tooth in place, and with every movement he made, another rope had snapped. 

The copper taste mixed with salt as tears pooled down your face, with no sobs to go along with them. Finally, when it felt like you'd be in pain for the rest of your life, you felt it. A pop. A flood of copper in your mouth as well, but a pop. You watched his eyes fixate on the tooth, as he admired it like it was his own child. Your breathing began to return to normal pace as you finally started to calm down. You blinked your eyes at him, trying to see clearly through the tears. You ran your tongue across your mouth, now feeling an odd empty space that was once full.

 You watched as he placed it carefully on a tray, then wiping some of the blood off his hands and onto his white coat. 

“You did good, sweet heart. Best I've seen in a while. It’s best when you guys don’t struggle too much. It makes it much more fun.” 

He stepped back and extended his long arms. He cracked his knuckles, and his neck while he was at it. 

“Now, onto the fun part.”

You felt that same cold sting as the smell of alcohol took over your nose. You felt as he wiped down your abdomen, a yellow hue being left behind from the iodine.

“Alright baby, you're gonna feel a little pressure, but it won't hurt ya. Just a pinprick is all.”

Oh was he wrong. You felt every movement he made with the tool, every centimeter that it traveled within your skin. You felt it slice through you like you were nothing. You felt his cold, gloved hands trace alongside it and how his gentle touch contrasted the rough feel of his tool. You felt blood spill out of you, from your stomach and down onto your hips, tracing your curves, just like how he did. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes, in one last attempt for mercy. He simply looked down at you with that same far-too-happy grin. He enjoyed this far too much, you had no idea what he was planning to do to you, why he had taken you in the first place. You had no recollection of how you even got here, or where here even was. One thing you did know was that this man was gross and perverted. 

You suddenly felt as his fingers made their way between the two large flaps of skin, inserting themselves inside of you. His eyes lit up as he felt around you and slowly peeled the skin back to reveal even more of you. 

“Oh god. I knew it. You're just as perfect on the inside as you are on the outside…beautiful.”

He continued to utter to himself under his breath, making endless comments on how ‘stunning’ your organs were. He stood there and simply played with them, caressing each one, while you listened to the disgusting squelching noises. You felt like a sandbox in a playground, being ripped apart by a terribly behaved child. After a while though, his demeanor seemed to change. He seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. He started to take his time, like he enjoyed watching you squirm and try to get away, trying to fight him. You saw his eyes as he watched the glistening blood trickle down your body, following it slowly. 

He brought his bloody hand up to your face and pushed some stray hair out of the way before cupping your cheek. 

“What did I do to deserve such a perfect specimen like you? You're so much better than the others. You take such good care of yourself princess. So brave.”

His words confused you. He seemed so kind and sweet. His praise conflicted you. He had caused you pain and confusion, something you surely would never recover from. But he was just doing what he loved, and he had only said the nicest things to you. He praised you for details you had never even thought about before. It seemed like he really loved you. The real you. He didn't care about how you looked, he cared about what was inside. In fact, he thought it was the most beautiful thing about you. He couldn't stop talking about it. How could a man with cruel intentions be so wonderful?

Just as you were looking at him, you watched as he changed once more. What was once a curious feeling, seemed to change into something darker. His eyes began to to look back and forth from you to your exposed insides. 

“Wait a moment, I think I might have missed something.”

He slowly moved down to the other end of the examination table, rather than at your side. He looked through it before he shook his head and let out a ‘tsk’.

“Ahh, here it is, I see it now. You see, doll, these guts…they just aren't positioned right. I suppose I'll just have to…rearrange them.” 

He tilted his head at you with a smug smile, one that told you he knew what he was doing. You watched his hands as they repositioned your thighs, allotting him a clear view. You had never been seen like this, never given anyone this much of your vulnerability. You felt his hands creep up to your inner thigh and felt his eyes bore into your core, analyzing and examining every inch of it. You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t run away. All you could do was trust him, give him this moment and hope he would take care of it. 

You could feel your heart start to race inside your chest and your breathing start to pick up. You could only tense up as you felt his pointer finger on your core, running itself in between your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat while you felt your heartbeat travel from your chest to your lower stomach. You closed your eyes, but the bright light still peered through. His finger began to circle around your clit, like a shark circling its prey. Your stomach tightened, which only intensified the pain. He ran his finger through your folds once more, before plunging itself inside of you. The feeling of the glove was different than a hand, it was smoother and colder. You felt as his finger maneuvered around outside of you, like it was looking for something. After a moment, he seemed to have relaxed and began to try something new. He worked his way in and out of you, keeping his hand in one steady motion. He glided back and forth, being very gentle. Though you were scared, the feeling washed over your body and made it very hard to focus on anything else. You might not have been able to move the rest of your body, but your eyes fluttered closed in response, earning another deep chuckle from him.

He took his time, begrudgingly pumping in and out of you, without nearly enough friction. You hated that you were enjoying this, but you couldn't help it. The feeling of being so desired that he watched you and brought you here, taking the time to change you and set you up on this table. He was so careful with you, like you were made of glass. When his hands touched you, they weren't filled with lust or intent to harm, but rather a sort of gentleness you have never experienced before. When he looked down at you, he observed you more than anything, he wasn't looking at you like some piece of meat for him to have. For someone to have taken this much time and effort for you, they’d have to really, truly, care about you. 

Suddenly, the pace began to pick up. You felt as his other hand snaked its way up from your thigh, then waist, before finally landing on your neck. His pointer and middle finger dug into a small crevice in your neck, right under your jaw. You could feel your pulse under his fingers, the blood fighting against your veins and beating on his digits. It was a steady rhythm that you were now suddenly aware of. As he pumped in and out of you, you felt as his fingers started to match that same beat. While your heart was pumping blood through your body, he used that as a perfect guide. As your heart rate increased, so did he. You felt your breathing begin to pick up along with it. 

Your body was subconsciously reacting to his motions. You were feeling a way that you had never felt before. Every move felt much more sharp than it had before. They felt calculated in a way, like every single movement he made a purpose or reason behind it that you didn’t quite understand. From there, the feeling only increased. It was clear that he knew what he was doing, that he knew how to make you feel good. And it seemed that he was loving it. The pure joy on his face showed that he was enjoying it almost as much as you were. You didn't want to enjoy it, really, but you did. You wanted this. You needed this. 

Your body seemed to agree, feeling as your heart beat only picked up even more, along with your breathing. At this point, your eyes were clamped shut. The feeling was incredibly overwhelming, considering you couldn't do anything about it. The feeling had overtaken every one of your thoughts. You loved it, it was both too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted more, but you weren't sure if you could handle it. More tears came down your face as his fingers curled inside you, only intensifying the feeling. His force had the old metal table slightly rocking back and forth, enough to send a small creaking noise out into the cold, dark room.

If you could speak, you'd be spilling out unintelligible moans. It was as if you couldn't even think. After a moment, something changed. It was like the feeling had become deeper. Like whatever it was you were chasing had come into view. Like you had the finish line in your sights and there was nothing stopping you. Like he could read your mind, he seemed to change as well. Like he was hungry. Like he needed this just as much as you did. He became sloppier with his pumps. They weren't as accurate as before, like he was more occupied with your eyes than he was with your throbbing cunt that was right in front of him. He began putting more force behind each thrust, more passion behind it. Like he was the one behind pushed over the edge and not the other way around. He kept going. He kept doing what he did best. He brought his head down low to your chest and listened to your ragged breathing like it was his own personal audio book, written just for him. After a while, his finger on your neck just wasn't enough. His hand came down and dove into your open wound. The pain mixed with pleasure was something so electrifying. His dog is around inside you, feeling every organ as if he was identifying it. His eyes were shut while he spilled unintelligible mumbles to himself. His whole arm was almost inside you when you finally felt him grab your heart. He just grazed it with his fingers. He felt the beat, continuing to match it. His mumbles became small moans and whimpers, like he was the one being pleased. Before you could even process that it was happening, it happened. It was so quick, like a flash, but the feeling took hold of you and kept you for what felt like an eternity. The feeling overtook everything in you, every doubt or fear that you could have possibly had. Your eyes flashed open as you took in a big breath, trying to steady yourself. Your body had been so absolutely wrecked and overwhelmed by the situation, that you didn't even know how to feel. You felt as the final waves of your orgasm pulsed through your body, leaving you with traces that confirmed that had actually just happened.  You felt as his big, gloved hands slipped out of you, leaving your heart and core all alone. Your eyes fluttered as you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. You look down at the man before you, slowly rising to stand up straight again. 

He stood and adjusted his gloves, wiping them on his coat and only adding to the mess. He pushed some of his hair out of the way of his face, watching it peel away from the sweat that it was clinging to. He seemed to have finally caught his breath, but his stance was no longer as confident as he was before. 

“You did good, doll. Damn it, you did so good for me.”

He praised you, before going back to mumbling to himself again. He looked down at your open wound, still pouring blood, especially when you moved at all. 

“I’ll uh, be back for that. Promise.”

He had a small glint in his eyes that made it hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. He brought his hand up and ran it over his face, then through his hair again. He turned around to leave the room before freezing and looking back at you.

“Opps, almost forgot. Just one more thing…”

He made his way over to a tall cabinet where he reached up and grabbed a small jar. He unscrewed the lid and pulled out a small pink candy. 

“Lollipop…for your troubles.”

He smiled at you once more before unwrapping it and plopping it into your mouth. He slid his hand down from the lollipop stick and let it sit on your cheek as he looked down at you for a moment, almost admiring you. He didn't say anything, only looked, before bending down and placing a small kiss on your forehead. He smiled at you once more, before turning around, ripping off his face mask, and walking out of the room. You looked around the room, noticing small things that you hadn't before. You saw some old posters on the wall that seemed to be from an old doctors office, along with some different kinds of human bones that were on display. The final thing you noticed was a small jar sitting on the counter. It had nothing in it, but it had a small label that read today's date along with, “Kidneys for EJ, Please don’t touch.”

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Masterlist!!

WILLIAM AFTON/STEVE RAGLAN

Thank You, Mr. Raglan - Another crappy day, at your crappy job. When you deal with boring faxes and aggravating phone calls all day, your only vice is your boss, Mr. Raglan. Is it possible that what you thought to be just a silly crush, could be something more?

The Robotics Lesson - What started off as a normal day of skating through the neighborhood with Micheal, quickly turned into something that you had always dreamed of, but never would have thought would come true.

CHRIS EVANS

A Little Leverage - you’re just a law student, who also happens to be the assistant of the sweetest old man in the world, Harlan Thrombey. The job is great, despite his asshole of a grandson. One fateful work party, a little bit of the truth slips out, and who are you to deny the truth?

STU MACHER

The Killer in Woodsboro - When a certain ghost face killer is terrorizing your home town, who better to turn to than an old friend? But one night, you’re home alone and get a weird call. Who do you turn to when your ally is also your enemy?

+ more to come :)

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Thank you, Mr. Raglan - Steve Raglan x Secretary!reader

3.6k words

Summary: Another crappy day, at your crappy job. When you deal with boring faxes and aggravating phone calls all day, your only vice is your boss, Mr. Raglan. Is it possible that what you thought to be just a silly crush, could be something more?

A/N: this had been sitting in my drafts for so long that i actually forgot about it. and then i found it and realized it’s actually kinda tuff so i finished it :p so if the writing seems kinda diffrent at some points that’s why. anyways, read the tags, comment what you want next, all that jazz. enjoy!!

AO3: here

The hum of the fax machine began as you watched the piece of paper slide out. A new memo from corporate, something to add to the pile. You grabbed the stack of papers that had accumulated that morning, along with the black coffee you had just brewed. You carefully made your way across the office, using your back to push open the door.

“Morning, Mr. Raglan.”

You greeted him with that same smile you always did, carefully setting the things down on his desk.

“There's my favorite secretary. How you doing kiddo?”

You let out a small chuckle as you let your hair down from its clip, trying to fix it. To be honest? You were doing terrible. You broke up with your partner last night, leaving you with no where to go but your mom’s house. But, he didn’t need to know that.

“I, uh…alright. What about you sir?”

“Sweetheart, I thought I told you to quit it with that ‘sir’ stuff. And you don’t have to call me ‘Mr. Raglan’ either.”

His tone was soft, along with the silky laugh that came with it. He took a sip of his coffee as he looked up at you with that sweet, downturned smile he had. He set his mug down for a moment to roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearm. You gave him an embarrassed chuckle and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry just a uh, force of habit I guess”

You turned to leave and head back to your desk, your hand reaching for the doorknob.

“Hey kiddo, you sure your’e alright? No offence, you just seem a little…down is all.”

Well that stung.

“I’m fine Mr- Uh, Steve.”

Another smile. You gave one back. You turned and finally headed back to your desk. While you sat at your computer, you replayed the scene in your head. You let his smile engrave itself into your brain, trying to remember every detail of his scuffed-up, veiny arms. The easiest thing to remember about him was his smell. He always smelled like coffee, no matter what time of day it was. He smelled like cold metal and mint. You tried not to think of your boss like that, but his ever-endearing charm kept pulling you in. Every flashed smile or quick eye contact from across the room. That funny look he would give you when you were in a meeting together, and someone would say something that could be taken as some weird sexual innuendo if you looked hard enough.

He was the kind of guy you dreamed of, the kind you wanted to settle down with. He would never call you a ‘babe’, he would call you ‘dear’ or ‘darling’. He would open every door for you and push in your chair for you. He would kiss you before he left for work while you fixed his tie. He made going to work bearable. Really, he was the only reason you actually showed up today. Without him, you’d probably be at home sobbing to yourself and watching some crappy rom-com.

You’d thought about it before, shooting your shot. But you had no idea if he was married. You knew he had kids, a couple beautiful ones that he kept in frames in his office. He never talked about them, but the taller boy had his eyes. He mentioned his daughter every once in a while, but never any wife. You knew it would probably never happen, but when he walked behind you and placed his hand in the small of your back, or when he got you coffee without you asking, when you could tell he had been in the copier room because his smell lingered, or when he'd come up to your desk and talk to you because he was procrastinating, it was hard to remember that fact.

After a while, you came back to reality, clicking on the cards that sat on your screen. That familiar ring came from the phone, and you were careful to put on your ‘customer service voice’.

“Hurricane Career Counseling, how may I help you?”

“Steve. Steve Raglan.”

“I’m sorry sir, would you like to schedule a meeting? Or do you need to-“

“Transfer.”

“Alright then. You might have to hold for a moment while Mr. Raglan gets to the phone.”

“…”

You quickly pressed the button, transferring the asshole as quickly as possible. You heard the faint sound of ringing come through the wall. The walls were pretty thin, thin enough for him to knock on them whenever he needed you. It was one of your favorite sounds, one that always brought a smile to your face. You continued to play solitaire, listening to the small flipping noises that the cards made. A couple minutes later, there was that knock. You stood up with a small smile, making your way back into his office. This had become a sort of daily routine between you two, just a way to escape for small moments. He'd knock and invite you into his room, or he'd wander out into the waiting room, crossing his arms in front of him and watching while you ate your yogurt.

You gave a small knock on his door before opening it, more alerting him of your presence than asking for permission. You greeted him with a smile, but he had a silly sort of shocked expression.

“Sweetheart, please tell me that guy didn’t treat you like shit.”

It was always a treat to hear Steve curse.

“He wasn’t that bad, just pretty snappy.”

He leaned back in his chair, bringing his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in annoyance. He let out a sigh before looking back up at you.

“I could kill him. I mean, seriously, what an asshole. Who could be rude to such a sweet girl like you?”

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as your cheeks grew a rosy hue. You leaned against the door frame, watching as a smile grew on his face as well while he swayed back and forth in his chair. He let out a small chuckle and looked down for a moment, shaking his head.

“I mean, I can barely get any work done around here, and all you're doing is sitting in the other room.”

You let out a hearty chuckle that time, despite your best efforts of trying to cover your mouth. You hated your laugh. You had always hated the way it sounded, the obnoxious squeaking, and the way that it filled up the room so quickly. But he had always said, time and time again, how much he loved it. One day, he spent hours looking for crappy jokes to tell you just so he could hear it over and over.

“Hey! Look, I wasn’t even trying that time. I guess I must just be pretty charming.”

The laughs kept coming as you moved closer to the desk, standing right in front of it now.

“Steve, you're the worst.”

“Oh, really? Then why do you keep coming back, huh?”

The laughter finally calmed down now, and you gave him a sweet smile as you tilted your head.

“Oh, come on, you know I couldn't get through the week without you.”

“Right back at ya, kiddo.”

You let out a sigh at his endearment, keeping the smile while you thought for a moment.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

He took another sip of his coffee while he looked over at you, but you had shifted your eyes down.

“I, uh…wasn’t being completely honest this morning.”

“I figured.”

“I had to break up with my partner last night. It was…not very fun.”

His downturned smile turned into a frown, his eyebrows furrowing along with it.

“I’m gonna be staying with my mom tonight. Y’know, until I can find a new place.”

He sat there silently for a moment longer. His look was cold for a moment, but it seemed like his mind was elsewhere. When his eyes finally met yours again, they became softer.

“Listen, sweetheart, nobody should have to go through that, especially not you.”

He leaned forward on his desk, bringing his face just inches from yours.

“And if I’m gonna be honest, they didn’t deserve you. I never liked ‘em anyway.”

His smile returned, adding a lighter tone to the situation. You smiled along with him and watched his hand as it came up to your cheek. You melted into his touch, feeling how his hand extended past your jaw and down onto your neck.

“You are such an incredible young person; anyone would be lucky to have you. You're doing great, kiddo.”

You could practically feel your heart melting in your chest. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips, all of the cuts that had scarred over. His hands were rough, yet his touch was soft. You brought your own hand up and placed it on top of his, letting your fingers trace the veins that lined his dorsum. You looked down for a moment, trying to soak up the moment while it lasted. When you looked up, your eyes met his. He felt like a magnet, pulling you to him. You felt like you could tell him anything, like you’d known him your whole life.

“Steve-”

Before you could get another word out, his lips were on yours. They were warm and soft; he tasted like coffee. He was gentle with you, like you might break if he were too rough with you. His beard scruffed against your chin as his hand slowly snaked down your neck. He didn’t stay too long, though, pulling away after just a moment. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his once more. His look was different this time. You didn’t see the usual man that you saw at your office. He wasn’t confident or witty. He looked almost scared, like he was unsure of what he had just done. You replied to his look with a small smile and a nod, letting him know you were okay with this. That you wanted this. You needed it. The look in his eyes changed from one of worry to hunger. He looked at you in a way that he never had before.

He looked at you like prey; you felt like you couldn’t move. You knew this shouldn't be happening, you shouldn’t want it, he shouldn't want it. But you wouldn’t dare to stop it. You leaned in again, connecting your lips with his. You slowly climbed up onto his desk, trying to get yourself as close to him as possible. His hand landed on your neck, pulling you closer. Eventually, he had you sitting on the edge of his desk with his mouth ravaging yours.

“St…Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Y-you should know, I’m not very good at this stuff. I’ve only done it a couple times and-“

He stopped for a moment and looked up at you, running his thumb back and forth on your jaw.

“Sweetheart, you’re fine. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve gotcha.”

And with that, he dove right back in, working carefully on that soft spot on your neck that you didn’t even know you had. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. You snaked your hand up his neck and began running it through his silvering hair. You almost felt bad messing it up; he always had it so perfect. You loved watching it catch in the light as he walked around the office.

You slowly slipped yourself off the desk and onto his chair, hearing it creak as you sat down. His legs spread open, and you placed one thigh on either side of his own. Your core ran up and down his thigh, creating an irresistible feeling. Somehow, he knew exactly what you needed him to do, even before you knew it yourself. Every touch was perfect; electrifying. Before you knew it, he grabbed you by your hips and placed you back onto the desk. His touch was gentle, but you didn’t think for a second that he might drop you. He laid you down, feeling the cold sting of the desk on your warm body. He carefully took off your skirt and began to massage your hip bone with his thumb. He leaned down so his mouth was right below your ear, and you reached to grab the back of his neck.

“You sure about this, kid?”

His voice was gruff now, deep in his throat. You could feel the vibrations from his neck and how they traveled into your chest, staying there and wrapping themselves around your heart. You nodded furiously, keeping your eyes closed.

“Mm hm.”

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes. Please.”

One hand reached up to your scalp, taking out your hair clip and throwing it on the floor with a small thud. The other dove right between your thighs. It worked its way along the side, slowly inching closer to where you wanted it to. You squirmed as you tried to look up at him. He had sat up now and stood up straight, flickering his eyes back and forth between you and your core. Your hand was clamped onto the side of the desk when you felt him begin a circular motion. He revolved around your clit like a shark scoping out its prey. You felt him slowly slip your panties off and toss them onto the desk. It was already so intense, unlike anything you had ever felt. Before you could even get used to the feeling, he dove right in. You could feel the cold sting of his ring as his finger slid in.

You could feel it sink in as your walls caved in around it, tightening and clamping down. It was only one digit, but it was large. It felt better than anyone else had made you feel so far and you were just getting started. He added a second finger and watched as you squirm, making sure to take it slow. He was unexpectedly gentle with you, like you might break if he was too much. With others, he was always so cold and reserved, but it was like a switch flipped when he was around you. You didn’t know if it was an act or if you really had that effect on him.

Either way, you had enjoyed it enough thus far. You had always thought he was charming; figured he got around enough when he was younger. But this… this was proof. He knew what you wanted, he knew how much, he knew how fast.

When you opened your eyes, they immediately locked onto his. His gaze was intense, intense enough to amplify the feeling. Your breathing quickly sped up as you brought your hand onto his arm, squeezing his bicep for stability. At this point, you had started to let out little grunts and groans, a mix of pleasure and pain from the stretch. Just then, that same ringing from earlier filled the room. Your eyes went wide from surprise, and you could hear him give a low chuckle. His eyes flashed over from you to the phone. This time, his eyes went wide.

“Shit…”

“W-what is it?”

His hand kept pumping, but his other came up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry, baby, I have to take this. I’ll make it quick.”

You started to try to stand up, but he pulled you right back down. You looked at him, confused, but he just met you with that same smug grin.

“What’re you-”

“I’ve got this, darlin’. Just relax.”

You cracked a small smile and closed your eyes as he reached over for the phone.

“This is Steve, how can I help ya?”

You could hear faint mumbling from the other line, but you were a bit preoccupied to really care what they were saying. As he spoke, his fingers dove deeper into you with each pump.

“Which video? The one about ‘Sexual Harassment in the Workplace’? Yeah, I watched it.”

He smirked down at you, clearly amused by the irony.

“Everything here is up to date. We just got inspected, like, last week…. Mm Hm.”

He nodded along while the other person spoke. You could only assume the phone call got boring because he looked down at you again with that smile. His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that you didn't even know you had.

“Yeah, I can get those out to you. You want me to fax ‘em or mail ‘em?”

It was unbelievable how this man could have the most casual conversation with someone while giving you the most sensational experience of your life.

“Got it. I’ll have our receptionist send them out ASAP.”

Another smirk. You sat there trying to avoid eye contact, with little whimpers sliding out. Your nails dug into the back of his neck; you could feel his pulse. He continued speaking on the phone, saying something about the different types of paper there was to choose from. Your core tightened. It felt like you were in a room with walls that were closing in. Your back arched as you tried to adjust your position, yet the feeling still spread all throughout your body. Your eyes were clamped shut, and your hands were locked into place.

Unintelligible moans spilled from your mouth. You tried to hide your babbles by burying your face in his chest. Your whole body tightened, and you could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. The feeling was like a string in your stomach was pulled taut, only growing tighter and tighter.

“Oh yeah, she's a handful. Piece’a work that one. Great ass though.”

You could feel the low chuckle from his chest against your head. The vibrations moved from his throat into his chest, then against your skull. That alone was enough to send you over the edge. Apparently, the look on your face had said enough. He wedged the phone between his shoulder and his head, holding it in place to continue the call, while bringing his other hand up and covering your mouth. You thanked god for that, because only moments later, you spouted out moans like a fountain. Your whole body went so completely tense, while somehow feeling like you might just be floating. You felt as the slick that covered your thighs only spilled out more, covering his palm.

Your moans had fizzled out into whimpers and whines, which only intensified as he slipped his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty.

“Hey, I’ll talk to ya later, there’s someone on the other line.”

Your eyes were still clamped shut as you heard the click of the phone being returned to its holder. You slowly fluttered them open as you tried to catch your breath. You looked up at him, viewing him as something almost holy now.

“You did so good for me sweetheart. So good.”

He brought his hand off your mouth and cupped your face once more, just holding and admiring you for a moment. He wiped away the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“William, that…I’ve never felt…”

While you continued to try, the words just seemed to escape you. There were no words in the world that could ever convey how you had just felt. Nothing could compare. You couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling in your chest, in your heart. You felt connected, you felt close. You felt like you had always known him and you would continue to know him for the rest of your lives. Over the course of maybe 10 minutes, you felt like your life had been changed. In conclusion, he had just ruined you for all other men. If that was what just his hand could do, just imagine how much more there was to come…

That same low chuckle spilled out from between his teeth, that same smug smile that left you throbbing.

“Well, I’m glad you had a good time. Your face was so sexy, damn it if I didn’t start having my way with you right here on this desk with that guy on hold.”

You giggled in response as the sound of your heartbeat had started fading. You wiped the dew that had accumulated on your forehead and looked at him once more. You felt bold. You grabbed his tie and pulled him in once more. placing a soft kiss on his lips. Nothing big, more of a ‘thank you’ than anything. You let him go after a moment, before looking into his eyes once more. You couldn’t help as a small smile formed on your face.

“Thank you, Mr. Raglan”

You giggled to yourself like a school girl, waiting for his face of feigned disappointment. You tried to quickly sit up and make your way back to your desk. You reached for your panties, just for his hand to reach them first.

“You know how I feel about that name. These are mine now.”

You watched him slip the pair into his pocket, that same smug expression peeking through his pretend gruffness. You slipped your skirt on quickly, hopping on one foot. You let out another laugh.

“Fuck baby, you better get outta here. You know what that laugh does to me.”

You grabbed your folder and quickly made your way out of the office, blushing and giggling like a teenager. The second you closed the door, You pressed your back up against it and slightly slid down it. You let out a hearty sigh before biting your lip. You couldn’t believe that one of your crazy fantasies actually just came true.

You sat back down at your crappy desk that didn’t seem so crappy anymore. You bit your lip and felt your stomach flip as you replayed the scenes in your head, trying to keep yourself contained. Just then, that familiar ring returned.

“Hurricane Career Counseling, how may I help you?”

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The Robotics Lesson - bfd!William Afton x Reader

4825 words

Summary: What started off as a normal day of skating through the neighborhood with Micheal, quickly turned into something that you had always dreamed of, but never would have thought would come true.

A/N: long time so see :) i have the username for a reason ig. school has been kicking my butt lately, but this stupid old man got me out of my slump. i sort of went crazy over him all over again when fnaf 2 came out so here you go. as always, plz read the tags and enjoy!

AO3: here

The wind blew through your hair and on your face as you drifted along the asphalt, leaning to a slight right and left when needed. You carefully snuck a look behind you to see if Micheal was catching up as you brought your foot down to gain speed. He eventually did, coming up beside you with a smug smile as the two of you flew down the street of your neighborhood.

Skateboarding was your and Micheal’s main way of travel, despite both of you having your licenses. Every summer since you were 12, you and Micheal had spent your summers skating and causing trouble. Now, both of you were about to graduate, and here you still were.

You gave yourself another push, picking up to a decent speed. Your hair was going crazy, getting caught on your mouth and eyelashes. You put your arms out to keep balance, but it was to no avail as you felt yourself start to topple. The board seemed to slip out from under you as you crashed onto the road. You heard it continue on down the street as your face met the ground, giving you a sharp sting across your cheek.

“Whoa! Dude, you alright?”

Micheal gracefully got off his board and grabbed it as he ran up to you. You carefully brought yourself up in a push-up position and let out soft grunts and groans as you turned to look at him.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, just a wipe out.”

You sat up, facing him as he let out a hiss at the sight of your cheek. He extended his hand to help you up, and you gladly accepted. You finally got to your feet and wiped under your nose, leaving a train of blood behind on the back of your hand.

“Damn…”, you thought out loud.

“You wanna go back to my place? I’ve got band-aids and stuff.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

You were always a little iffy about going to Micheal’s house. While you had known him and his family for a very long time, you were still a little intimidated by them. Well, not his whole family, more one person, William.

It didn’t matter how long you had known him for; he still always had a certain aura around him that made you feel…small. Like prey almost. His gaze was intense. The way he spoke was so confident, like he already knew everything you were going to say, and it was all wrong. He carried himself with a certain stature that immediately alerted everyone he had entered the room.

His arms were strong. He almost always had his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms. They were heavily scarred and had silver hair that grew around them like vines in a garden. His hands were strong too, calloused with veins peeking out that stretched across the rest of his arm.

Every once in a while, you got the privilege of feeling them when he would wrap them around your shoulders for a small hug or a pat on the back when talking about school at dinner parties or neighborhood cookouts. Another thing you noticed was how he ran his fingers through his hair. He did it consistently, although it always stayed in perfect place. He was always pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and crossing his arms, both things you had concurred were nervous habits.

For being twice your age, he was a very attractive man. This made talking to him even more of a challenge. Nobody knew about the way you looked at William, not even Micheal. Especially not Micheal. He always had a rough relationship with his father; you knew that better than anyone. And besides, it’s not like you had a chance.

The two of you arrived at the Afton doorstep after a short walk. The purple door was all too familiar, especially after the HOA fiasco regarding its color. Micheal opened the door, and the two of you left your boards at the door. He brought you into the kitchen, where he told you to wait while he got the bandages. You politely waited, rocking back and forth on your heels.

Just then, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

“Micheal?”

His voice was sweet yet rough, like fresh whiskey. It had a certain gravel to it that carried down the hallway and into the kitchen, where it lingered.

“He’s in the bathroom, it’s just me.”

The footsteps picked up, quickly reaching the doorway as he leaned against it. He crossed his arms as he always did, and you couldn’t help but eye his arms. There stood the man who was far too familiar. He put on his smug smile, the same one that Mike had. His eyebrow raised as he looked at you, scanning your body.

“Damn. You alright, kiddo? You look pretty banged up.”

He moved closer to you, his eyes landing on your cut and the blood dripping from it.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just gotta get patched up, is all. Micheal’s grabbing me some band-aids.”

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna need more than band-aids.”

He brought his hand up to your cheek, carefully not to touch your cut. He moved your face so he could see it better, turning your jaw to either side to make sure he could see it all. He tucked your hair behind your ear before crossing his arms once more.

“I’m afraid to say it, but we’re gonna have to clean that. I’ve got alcohol in my workshop, come on.”

You hate to admit it, but in that moment you completely forgot about Micheal. You didn’t hesitate to go back with him. He grabbed a couple of clean rags from a drawer and pointed down the hall. At the end of it was a dark room with a padlock. As a child, you were told a million times to stay away from that room; you were barely even allowed in the hallways for anything other than the bathroom.

Now here you were, being personally escorted by William into the mysterious room. When you walked in, you were hit with the overwhelming scent of oil, sawdust, and sweat. It was dark except for a single light bulb that hung from the ceiling, illuminating all kinds of blueprints and tools. The main thing, though, was a large helmet sort of thing, clearly designed for an animatronic.

It was exposed to the endoskeleton, with creepy bulging eyes and large teeth with no lips. All the underneath bits that would haunt someone that didn’t grow up seeing this kind of stuff at William’s house all the time. The rest of the walls were lined with every kind of tool and measurement of wrench, along with Freddy’s posters and post-it notes with reminders, "remember to get Lizzie from school.”

You stood politely once more as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but admire the plans for new machines. You could see why he worked so hard on his restaurants; he clearly loved what he did.

“Mr. Afton, I have to say, these designs are super impressive. Why don’t you use more of them at Freddy’s?”

He turned the look at the blueprints you were admiring and let out a small chuckle, one that came from deep in his throat.

“Sweetie, those are just prototypes from…ages ago. Our standards now are completely different.”

You gave a small nod, feeling a small blush rise to your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Although, I will say I’m surprised. I wasn’t aware you could understand blueprints like that. Are you into engineering?”

You gave a small shrug while you looked back and forth from him and the blueprints.

“You could say that. I was looking into robotics after high school. I find it fascinating. Y’know, taking things apart-“

“And putting them back together again.” he finished for you.

He let out an impressed chuckle and shook his head as he stepped closer to you.

“Kid, I had no idea you were into that. You sound a lot like me when I was your age.”

You let out a laugh to try and hide your excitement. You had never gotten this kind of approval from William. He placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it back and forth. You flashed your eyes from his hand to his face, having to crane your neck a bit to look up at him.

“Y’know, maybe you could work with me sometime on things. Little robotics lesson. How does that sound?”

Was this real? You were scared he could hear your heart pounding from inside your chest.

“I-I’d love to! Thank you, Mr. Afton.”

“William, Sweetheart.”

You gave him a firm nod, and he gave one right back, along with a smile. He walked away, over to his desk to look for the alcohol.

“Now where did that thing go…” he said, seemingly to himself.

He searched through drawers for a moment before finally pulling out a small white box with a red cross on the front. He clicked it open and pulled out a small bottle of liquid and grabbed one of the clean rags. He turned to look at you as he patted his work seat, the kind that mechanics have that spins around. You walked over and sat down, a smile still lingering on your face.

He poured the liquid on the rag, completely soaking it. He crouched down to be on your level and squinted as he analyzed the cut.

“Alright, sweetie, I gotta warn you this is gonna sting. A lot. You just got power through it, alright?”

You simply nodded in response and sat with your hands in your lap. He looked down at you and carefully grabbed your jaw. His touch was gentle, like he might break you if he was too aggressive. While he tilted your head with one hand, he started to dab the liquid on the other hand. An immediate hiss left your lips, and you closed your eyes.

You closed your mouth and tensed up your shoulders, holding in small groans of pain. Your hands retracted above your thighs, slightly shaking.

“I’m sorry, honey, I know. I know.”

While your eyes were closed, you could feel his other hand slowly intertwining itself with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Oddly enough, it calmed you. The surprise of his hand in yours distracted you from the pain. Your lips slightly parted as you let out small breaths.

“You’re doing great, honey. Almost there.”

His gentleness was something you had never seen before. You had known him all these years, yet this small interaction seemed to change your entire relationship. You felt as his dabbing became lighter and eventually came to a stop altogether. Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, a small sheen of tears glazed over them.

“Thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I got so worked up over tha-“

“You’re fine kiddo, you don’t need to apologize. You did great. Much better than Mike ever did, god, really shows you where Evan got it from.”

The joke was small, but it still got a laugh out of you. You sniffled a bit before wiping your eyes. He turned around once more to retrieve a large bandage. It was one of those square ones that people usually put on their knees. He grabbed some gauze as well, but he ripped it in half. He placed the small bit of it on the bandage before lifting it up and removing the film to reveal the sticky part.

“Alright, just sit still for a second kiddo.”

His tongue peeked out from his lips in concentration and his eyes squinted once more. He looked over you, straightening his posture as he carefully placed the bandage over the cut. It landed perfectly as it needed to, covering the entire thing. However, a small bit of alcohol dripped out at the last second.

It slipped down your cheek, following the crevices of your face like a river and landing on your bottom lip. He dried his hands off before noticing it, and carefully brought his thumb up to wipe it away. His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes. That gaze of his, it always had the same effect, no matter the circumstances.

He looked down at you with those dark eyes, they had a ravenous look to them. His hand stayed on your jaw, leaving a singe in its wake at any movement. He brought your head up to face him and he tilted his own, almost analyzing you. You cautiously brought your own hand up, hesitatingly placing it on his wrist.

“Mr. Afton, er, William…?”

“Mhm?”

His voice was somehow deeper now, coming from the very back of his throat and sending out a wave of vibrations that you could feel, even just sitting next to him. Or rather, beneath him.

“I-…well I-“

“Y’know, I always thought there was something different about you, hon.”

His hand left your face and went back to the default position of being crossed in front of him.

“You’re mature for your age. You’re not like those other girls at school, no. You’re smart.”

The compliment brought another pink haze to your face, along with an uncomfortable smile, almost subconscious.

“In fact, you’re a diamond in the rough, dear. There’s kids like Micheal that are out there wasting any small amount of potential they had. We wouldn’t want bad apples getting to someone like you.”

He walked around you, standing behind you now. One hand came up on your shoulder, the other came up to your head and began playing with your hair, almost petting you.

“We wouldn’t want someone ruining you. You need someone to take care of you. Someone with experience.”

The hand that was on your shoulder ran down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, sending a shiver down your spine. It finally landed on your waist, before turning you around to face him.

“You truly are special, dear.”

His pointer finger lifted your chin up and with that, his lips were on yours like magnets. A rush of blood washed over your face while your hands shook. You truly couldn’t believe it. Something that you thought was just a childhood fantasy was actually happening. You could feel the scratch of his beard against your chin.

Slowly but surely, your own hand came up to his neck, cupping beneath his ear. It felt like anything you had ever felt before. The heat mixed with the scandal, the fog of lust, the morality of it all. It only intensified the feeling that was spreading throughout your body. You knew it was wrong, you shouldn’t want it. But you did. You wanted it. You needed it.

It only ended after a moment, he carefully pulled away. His hand moved like ivy growing up a wall, his finger covering your whole cheek instead of just your jaw. His eyes looked down at you and they seemed to freeze you in your place, like you were an animal backed into a corner. He seemed like he was almost asking for permission, but you both already knew what the answer was.

You slowly lifted yourself off the chair, bringing yourself up to him. Your hand snaked around his neck before landing on the back of it and bringing your lips up to his. You were cautious, unsure. This was something you had never done before, even with kids your own age. It’s just something you never thought to occupy yourself with before. But when you were here with him everything was different. It felt like nothing else mattered and you could be here with him forever.

His hand came up to your waist and guided you, letting you know you were doing good. By letting you take the lead for a moment he was showing you what he wanted, and how he would get it. Without knowing it, you had practically latched onto him, your nails digging into the back of his neck. You didn’t know you wanted it so bad until you had it and now it was like it was being dangled on a string in front of you.

He grabbed you by your hips and lifted you up onto his workbench, swiftly clearing everything out of the way with his arm beforehand. His lips never left yours throughout the endeavor and his hands stayed on your hips even after he sat you down. You had tilted your head to the side at this point, trying to kiss as much of him as possible now that you had gotten the hang of it. Suddenly, he started moving his mouth and began working on your neck. He was hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had, working crevices of your neck and leaving purple tattoos in his wake.

At this point, it was an out of body experience for you. Your instincts had taken over, pulling him closer and wrapping your legs around his waist without you even thinking about it. Your hand had worked its way up from the back of his neck to his head, running itself through his silvering hair. Before you could even think about your next move, you heard a jingling noise. You peeked down to see him fondling with his belt, quickly removing it from his waist.

A wave of warmth washed over you, a sense of joy and curiosity cutting through any fear you might have had. You realized what was happening, and you wanted it really really bad. You felt ashamed. You shouldn’t want this, it was your best friend's dad. He had known you since you were a kid. But the both of you knew there wasn’t any stopping, not any time soon. You slowly started to unbutton your top, trying to discreetly take it off.

You could feel him chuckle, it passed through his mouth onto your neck and left a burn. You weren’t sure if you were doing it right, doing what he wanted you to.

“I’ve got it, hon. You just…enjoy it.”

From there, his rough hands made their way onto your waist. They sat for a moment, feeling the small dimples on your back. His thumbs finally hooked onto the waist of your pants, carefully and sexily removing them from your legs. He was slow and steady, like he was revealing some kind of prize. He looked up at you from your ankles, where your pants hung for a moment before being discarded to the floor. He slowly rose back up, the light catching in his glasses. You grabbed the end of his tie, pulling him back in with a small giggle.

Your face was washed pink, but you couldn’t care anymore. You could feel his bulge pressing against the inside of your thigh as his hand palmed your breast through your bra. His other hand traveled down from your neck, trailing down your chest and torso before landing between your thighs. Everything seemed to freeze for a moment, your breath hitched and your shoulders tensed.

“You ever done this before, sweetheart?”

You feverishly shook your head, not yet daring to open your eyes. There was that chuckle of his again.

“It’ll feel weird at first. I’ve got you kiddo.”

You slowly opened your eyes, meeting his with a small smile. You gave him a small nod and you felt his middle finger push past your panties. Before you could even prepare yourself, it sunk in. You took in a large gasp, burying your head in his neck. The cold metal of his ring stung against the heat of your core. His finger slowly began to pump, only a couple of times before leaving you empty to circle your clit. Your breath shuddered, bringing your head up to look up at the ceiling.

The sensation sent shockwaves throughout your body, a strange yet invited sense of electricity. He began pumping once more, this time with an additional finger. It stretched you out, leaving you with an endearing pain. You hissed and moaned at the same time, creating an amalgamation of noises. He continued to move in and out, before you started to feel a new sensation, like you were a string being pulled tight. Your breathing became quicker, your heartbeat got faster. Your breath started to get hitched in your throat as you tried to react to the feeling.

He noticed, decently quick. His fingers retracted, leaving you feeling empty and almost disheveled. You looked up at him with big eyes, trying to plead without saying something that would ruin it. Your hand came down and landed on his chest.

“William-“

“You like that?”

You immediately nodded, preferring to let him do the talking for now.

“Well then, let’s not keep you waiting.”

With that, he pulled out his length. The size of it was unlike anything you could have imagined. Veins traveled down from his waist onto his cock. You watched as he lined himself up with your opening, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Finally, he impaled you. Your nails dug into his back, with your forehead landing on his chest. You felt more fulfilled than you ever had before, both literally and figuratively.

Almost subconsciously, your back arched. One of your hands worked its way down to his chest, before grabbing onto his tie for support. His thrusts were quite slow at first, letting you get used to the feeling. While you were still stretched out, probably more so than before, it was a feeling you had begun to appreciate. It added a sort of flavor to the mix of feelings you were already experiencing.

You could hear as his breath slightly hitched as he began moving in and out of you.

“Fuck…sweetie, you’re so tight.”

To your surprise, the praise continued, which only amplified your pleasure. Everything that he had said about you tonight showed something. It showed he had been looking at you for longer than you had ever thought. He had noticed things about you that no one else had. He had been observing you the same way that you were him.

His thrusts increased in speed in a way that he couldn’t seem to control. You could hear as grunts and whimpers escaped his lips. As his pace increased, so did your enjoyment. You slowly became more vocal, something you could tell he liked by the small smile that flashed on his face every time one left your mouth. Eventually though, his hand came up and clasped around your mouth, creating a smacking sound.

“I’m sorry, baby, but we can’t have anyone hearing you. They might ruin our fun.”

Your brain couldn't even function enough to fully compute a response. You simply let out an inaudible jumble of words that vaguely resembled an “Mhm”. One hand continued to tug on his tie while the other continued to run through his hair. After a certain amount of years, it had become brittle

and rough, similar to his personality. Every once and a while, his thrusts would hit a specific spot, causing your hips to buck, slapping against his own.

The feeling was so intense. Without thinking, you tore away from his hand and brought your mouth up to his shoulder, clamping down, digging your teeth into his rough skin. This rewarded you with a pick up in pace and ongoing chuckles.

“Well someone’s having a good time.”

His hand came down and landed on your waist, steering your hips to go along with his movements. This showed good to the both of you, allotting noises from both mouths. His other hand came up and began to run through your hair, becoming a vice when thrusts got sloppy. Over time, they became quicker. The heat that was radiating off of him was falling onto you, creating a dewy sheen in the dim light.

His grunts and groans became more common, even turning into hisses and moans. His thrusts became less calculated. His hand had become locked on a certain handful of hair, gradually pulling it tighter. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, the knot in your stomach pulled tighter. Your eyes snapped open and your heart somehow started beating even faster.

His other hand on your thigh was clamped on, sure to leave marks. You felt different now, like there was something you were chasing. You moved your hips back and forth, trying to increase the friction. Suddenly, your vision went white. You felt like you were floating. Your grip tightened on him, truly digging your nails into him like claws on its prey.

Your mouth spilled incoherent babbles as your breath spilled out of your lungs. You looked at him, your eyes met. His gaze was intense, like he was staring right past you and into your soul. It felt like he knew everything about you, and you about him. It felt like the two of your paths had truly intersected and became one. After a moment of heaven, your eyes flashed between open and shut as you tried to catch your breath.

You were still processing this feeling when you felt him remove himself. As he left you, you let out a shutter, resting your head on his shoulder. Your hands slide down from his neck to land on his chest. His shirt was damp from the sweat the two of you had produced, yet he still smelled amazing. The air around you had a certain haze to it, a warmth that made it hard to move away from him.

You could hear the zip of his pants before you felt him cleaning you up. You spotted the box of tissues that he had brought up to the desk. He helped sit you up properly on the bench. He stared at you for a moment, even squinting his eyes. He brought his hand up and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before he placed a kiss on your forehead. He sat there for a time, just letting his lips leave a small sting from the heat. You couldn’t help but stare up at him in amazement. No one had ever made you feel like that in your whole life, and here he was cleaning you up like it was a casual thing, like it didn't feel like your souls just intersected for a moment. The small amount of light that there was was hitting the back of his head, forming a sort of halo. You could see the particles floating through the air, something you assumed was mainly sawdust.

“William, that was…”

You opened your mouth and waited for the words to come out, but they never did. When words failed you, William didn’t.

“I know.”

His hand stayed on your head, petting your hair.

“Good work, kid.”

You smiled up at him, grateful for his words.

“I'll see you around. Be careful, we wouldn't want you getting hurt again,” he said, with a sickening smirk on his face.

His hands landed on your waist, lifting you off the desk and back onto the ground. Your knees almost buckled, your hand instinctively grabbing onto his bicep. You both let out a small giggle, your eyes meeting and his face softening. His hand went to your elbow, guiding you back to the door. And with that, your moment of glory was over. You walked through that doorway, and the hallway seemed colder than it was on your way in. Your mind was a mess, replaying moments in your head over and over again. Recalling the ways he touched you, the ways he held you. The simple thought of it was intoxicating enough.

Breaking you from your fantasy was the calling of your name from the living kitchen. You rushed in, trying to hide the guilt on your face. The boy looked almost worried, with a jumble of medical supplies falling out of his arms.

“Hey, where did you go? I left for like minutes, and when I came back, you were gone.”

His tone wasn’t angry; it sounded more confused than anything. In contrast to his father, Micheal hadn’t always been the brightest.

“I was just…looking around. I’ve never really looked around. Just curious, is all.”

His expression became even more confused, and his eyes honed in on your cheek. He clearly had stopped listening to what you were saying.

“H-how’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your cheek. It's fixed.”

“Oh.”

You brought your hand up to your cheek, carefully touching the bandage and trying to think of an excuse. You let out a nervous chuckle as you looked around.

“You had some stuff in the kitchen. Found it in a drawer.”

“Oh. So, you good?”

“Yeah. Wanna go?”

“Let's do it.”

[hazelwritessometimes]

Kinktober - Day 2: Kidnapping

The Killer in Woodsboro - Stu Macher x Reader

2560 words

Summary: When a certain ghost face killer is terrorizing your home town, who better to turn to than an old friend? But one night, you’re home alone and get a weird call. Who do you turn to when your ally is also your enemy?

A/n: this one is FULL of red flags so please read with discretion. if you ever meet someone like Stu irl RUN THE OTHER WAY

AO3: here

Fear. It had overtaken Woodsboro in the last week. Everyone you knew was talking about the murder. Weather they knew the girl it happened to, or they were accusing someone they thought did it, it was truly the talk of the town. You tried your best to refrain from the topic, after seeing its effects on the only competent person in town, Sydney.

Your parents sent her flowers the other day, and you had been trying to send small smiles and waves her way whenever you saw her. It’s not like you were best friends or anything, but you hated seeing her that way. However, there was someone who seems like they had the opposite effect.

Stu Macher was still eerily cheerful, but you brushed it off as just Stu being Stu. The two of you used to be friends in middle school, before you slowly drifted apart. While you weren’t that close anymore, you had to admit that Stu was easily one of the funniest people you had ever met. He could always make your day better with some stupid joke.

That’s why you didn’t have any suspicion when he seemed unaffected. You tried to follow suit, just going about your usual daily routine. You were in school, spending your study hall reading, when a familiar voice came up behind and scared you.

You let out a yelp, before turning around to hit him with your book.

“God dammit Stu! Don’t sneak up on people like that!”

He simply laughed in response, before putting his hand in your shoulder and sighing.

“What? You scared the ghost killer is gonna getcha?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop that smile that grew on your face. You closed you book and put it down on the desk in front of you as you turned your head. As you looked at him, he moved in closer so your noses were almost touching. You let out a small giggle at the gesture.

“You really shouldn’t joke about that. Have you seen how freaked out everyone is?”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s so fun.”

Although it had been years sense you had truly had a conversation like this with him, yet you fell right into your old groove, like you had never even been apart.

“Honestly? I’m not too worried about it. Most killers are just a one and done type, right?”

Those words put a certain glint in his eye, one you had never seen before. His smile grew as his eyes shifted down at the ground, then back at you.

“I knew you’d be smart about this. Everyone else is panicking over nothing.”

You appreciated the reassurance, and definitely didn’t mind the compliment. Just then, the bell rang. You turned back to your desk and collected you things as Stu helped and handed you your books. He made his way to the door of the classroom, stopping himself in the door way until you were looking up at him again.

“I’ll see you later…hopefully!”

He playfully dragged himself out of the room, acting like someone was pulling him from the other side. This left you in a fit of laughter as you pulled your backpack over your shoulder and exited the room shortly after

. . .

Your whole family was out of town, either at a late meeting or practice. You were left to fend for yourself and decided to order a pizza. Your time waiting was spent by doing your homework, before finishing the same book from earlier in the day. As you were laying in the living room waiting, the house phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

“Who’s this?”

“Your uh, pizza guy.”

Coming from the other end of the line, was a deep, gravely voice. One you had never heard before. Definitely not the guy who answered the phone 20 minutes earlier.

“Uh, ok…”

You brought the phone away from your ear, reaching to hand up.

“Wait! I uh, have your pizza.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just come outside and get it. Front porch.”

“Aren’t you supposed to bring it to me?”

A loud bang came from the front door, leading you to slowly start to approach it. A loud beep came from the phone, alerting you that whoever it was had hung up. Another knock came from the door, and you approached faster this time. A small peer out the window resolved none of your worries, as nothing was seen.

You put your hand on the cold door knob and slowly turned it. The door hinges squeaked as you opened it and you felt the cold night air pour onto your warm skin. You were met with nothing but cold night.

“Hello?”

Right as the words left your mouth, quick footsteps came up behind you. Before you could turn around, long black sleeved arms wrapped around your face and pulled you back. Your screams were muffled by a gloved hand, and a swift hit to the head had knocked you out.

. . .

When you woke up, you were dizzy and trembling. Your fights to get up were to no avail; you were restricted by ropes. As your vision came back, you looked around the room. It was a large house with velvet curtains and a carefully designed rug. It looked incredibly homely, yet it was freezing.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?”

You tried to sound confident, but you knew that your voice betrayed you as soon as it left you mouth. Down the hall, came the sound of large footsteps, and you could see black boots stomping down the hall. Your eyes slowly made their way upwards, looking at the masked figure as it moved closer to you. You looked up at it from down on your knees, finally realizing just how your opponent was. The infamous ghost face killer.

“Y-you? I don’t understand-“

Before you could finish, he knelt down, grabbing your jaw with his large hand. He tilted your head up to look at him straight on and you tried to hide the fear in your eyes. You heart rate had increased, it practically felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You pulled and tugged at the ropes keeping you in place, but they were strong. And you could tell he was too.

You could see toned muscle through the crappy costume, you could tell by the strength in which he held your jaw in place. You couldn’t fight him. You’d have to run.

“Please. Please just let me go. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home.”

You felt tears begin to fall in between your pleas, as you tried to keep your lip from quivering.

“I’ll do anything.”

With that, his hand left your jaw. You both sat there for a moment, not daring to take your eyes off each other. His hand came up to the white mask, grabbing the bottom and slowly beginning to pull upwards. This was it. The true identity of the ghost face killer. You doubted that you would live to tell the tale, but you couldn’t say you weren’t curious.

The very last person you expected to see under the mask, was the same man that you had spoken earlier that day.

“S-Stu?! What the hell is going on?!”

It was right in front of you. You saw it. You saw Stu Macher take the ghost face mask off. It was him. But you didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t believe it. It completely shattered your brain. Shattered your heart.

“Anything, you say?”

“What? Stu, please. I- we’re friends! I didn’t mean to hit you today I’m sorry, I was just scared and-“

“Oh, look at you. Getting all worked up.”

He flipped a knife out from behind him, bringing it back up to your jaw line. He held it there, not quite cutting you, but keeping you in your place. You don’t dare move, but you couldn’t stop the tears that were falling.

“God, you really are just the cutest thing. I have no idea how I stayed away from you all these years. I tried to protect you, I really did. But I always knew. I knew I couldn’t let you get away from me.”

“Wha…what’re you talking about?”

He simply ignored your question, continuing on with the topic at hand.

“Y’know, Billy would love you. Would’ve invited him, but he was busy tonight. I guess that means it’s just the two of us then.”

He ran his tongue along his top row of teeth, while a glint of hunger glazed over his eyes. A chuckle erupted from his throat at he slowly started to dig the knife deeper into your skin. Still not enough to cut, but enough to cause pain.

“Stu, please. Please.”

Your begging was interrupted by hiccups cutting into your dialogue. Your vision was incredibly blurry from the tears you were trying to hold back, but you could still see his face inch closer to yours. In one swift movement, the knife left your jaw and sliced through your shirt, causing it to slip off of you. Your eyes flashed between the shirt and him, a look of confusion plastered onto your face.

His hand came back to your chin, grabbing it and pulling close once more. He licked his lips before slowly placing his onto yours. You were shocked. You were scared. But you didn’t say anything. You sat there and slowly fluttered your eyes closed. The kiss grew more intense, his tongue making its way into your mouth.

The weight of him was falling back onto you, causing you to fall back onto the floor. He simply followed, using one arm to support him and the other still on your face. Slowly, he began to pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Stu…? I don’t understand…”

“If you want out of this alive, you will.”

The same look of hunger glazed over his eyes, along with a smirk, one that had once brought you joy that now instilled fear. His mouth came crashing onto yours, more intense than before. The kiss made you squirm, yet his hands held you in an enticing way, making you want more. You'd be lying if you said that Stu had never interested you before. His humor and personality were incredibly charming; it was almost impossible not to fall for him. You had thought of doing exactly this with him years ago, though the circumstances were much different.

You resisted it at first, you really did. But when his hands snaked up to your waist and he ran some fingers through your hair, you could almost forget about the ropes. His lips fit yours perfectly as his tongue came back for seconds. Even though he was wearing the costume, you could still smell his scent that lingered from his sweater. He smelled like the woods, like pine trees and rain. You could feel the calluses and scratches on his hands as they ran across your bare hip. One hand came down from running through your hair, and he palmed your breast.

You hated to admit it, but you liked it. You had never done anything like this before. Hell, you'd never even dated anyone. But being so close, so intimate with someone like this felt good. You felt seen. He really cared about you enough to plan it all out, to bring you somewhere safe. Sure, you were tied up, but would you have run anyway?

You felt his knee split between your own, slowly making its way up between your thighs. As his knee moved higher, his mouth moved lower, placing itself onto your neck. You felt your heart rate rising, along with a throbbing in your core. You subconsciously arched your back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You heard him chuckle and you felt on your neck, the vibrations leaving his throat and landing on yours.

His hands slipped down to your jeans, booking his thumbs under them and leaving a cold singe on your skin. Your breath hitched at the feeling and you tilted your head onto the carpet. He pulled down your jeans and your panties along with them. A look of adoration grew onto his face as he brought his hand down and ran a finger along the slick that coated your inner thighs.

That same deep chuckle emerged from chest and he stopped for a moment. He brought his other hand up and pushed stray hairs from your face, gazing down at you. This one glance was enough of a push, leading him to sloppily pull down his own pants. It was in one swift movement that he did it before lazily throwing them off to the side.

Before you could even think, he had impaled you, filling you up to the absolute brim. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was quick, but the feeling was truly ethereal. You couldn’t help but cry out at the penetration, arching your back even more than before. He started out slow, as if he was getting used to the feeling himself.

He supported himself with his forearm, with his head right above your chest. His grunts and growls were felt throughout your whole body, only increasing the already euphoric feeling. He used his arms to bring himself up and down, hitting everything in the right spot. While your hands were still tied, they grabbed at anything they could.

He slide in and out in the perfect way, your walls wrapping around him tight enough to feel every vein and muscle. You were calling out with every noise possible, crying out inaudible words mixed with moans. The pace began to speed up, each thrust growing sloppier than the last. His mouth met you chest, leaving even more marks than before. With each thrust, you were drawn closer to release. All of your muscles were flexed, your jaw was clenched, your grip was deathly. It was too much and not nearly enough at all at the same time.

All at once, it started building up to something better, something greater than ever before. Like you had spent meticulous hours placing domino after domino, and you were finally about to knock it over. The pace was incredibly haphazard, no longer going in a steady beat but rather a messy compilation of everything so far.

Your cries were louder than ever now, as his kisses turned into bites. You clawed at the carpet below you while biting your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but call out his name, the feeling only amplified by his low chuckles in response.

And finally, it happened. The cord that had been pulling tighter and tighter finally snapped, releasing a flood wave of pure euphoria. The state of bliss was almost intoxicating, the sheer feeling sending you to your own personal seventh heaven. Your vision turned white while your heart raced and you chased after your own breath. Your chest heaved as you came to, feeling your own arousal drip down your thighs like a flood gate has opened.

You looked down at the origin of your enjoyment and he gazed back with that devilish grin. He clearly had finished as well, sometime while you were distracted with your own.

“Stu I-“

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”

[hazelwritessometimes]

Kinktober - Day 1: Orgasm Control

A Little Leverage - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

2592 words

Summary: you’re just a law student, who also happens to be the assistant of the sweetest old man in the world, Harlan Thrombey. The job is great, despite his asshole of a grandson. One fateful work party, a little bit of the truth slips out, and who are you to deny the truth?

a/n: hi hi hi! This is my first time ever publishing a fic, as well as my first time participating in Kinktober so plz be nice to me, it’s the law! Put any requests you have in the comments and happy reading!! Also sorry for any typos everytime I try it proofreading cringe myself out lol

AO3: here

You hated parties. You hated the loud music, you hated the obnoxious people, and you hated the god forsaken hangover when you finally succumbed to the fate of box wine. Yet here you were, standing in a corner, drink in hand, watching as people mingled and trying your best to keep to yourself. You most certainly did not want to be here, but your boss was a saint, how could you tell that old man no? You boss was Harlan Thrombey to be exact, the owner of a well known publishing company.

You were a law student, hired by Harlan as a sort of assistant until you graduated. The pay was great, and he truly was the sweetest old man you had ever met. In all honesty, you loved the job. There was only one flaw, Ransom Drysdale. Or as you liked to called him, Hugh, his real name, that also may or may not piss him the fuck off when you said it. You never really could get him with insults, but seeing the way his skin crawled when it rolled off your tongue? Priceless.

Just as you were planning your escape route, the man came sauntering in the room, late as always. He threw off his sunglasses but kept his coat on, not bothering to wipe off his feet. You’d think even a stuck up bitch such as himself would at least try and keep this beautiful mansion clean. You tried to avoid eye contact, you really did. But one glance in his direction was met with icy blues and that shit eating grin.

“Is that who I think it is?” he said, as he casually strolled over to you, as if he wasn’t about to further ruin your day. You simply peered up at him biting the inside of your bottom lip.

“Hugh.” Your tone was cold, reserved.

You couldn’t help but sneak a glance as you watched the fire in his eyes grow at the simple name. He twisted his neck in a way as if he was trying to crack it, but you knew he just didn’t want to look at you.

“You still on that? Thought you would have grown out of it by now.”

You simply scoffed and rolled your eyes, backing away from him and leaning more into the door that was behind you. You took another sip of your drink, before looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you hated us all.”

“Oh no, I do. It’s just that my grandfather happens to have a lot of money. Hence my presence.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in disgust.

“Seriously? God, you really are just an asshole.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

At this point, you felt like your eyes were going to roll into the back of your head and get stuck there from the amount you were doing it. It wouldn’t be all that much worse than what you were doing currently.

“Hugh, why don’t you just take you and your tiny dick energy somewhere else?”

“Tiny dick energy? I have to say, that’s a new one.”

“Really? Cause I’d think that every woman that you somehow got into your bed had said that to you.”

“Wow, keep it coming. Just pile it on.”

“Y’know, maybe that’s your problem. Maybe you wouldn’t be such an insufferable prick if you got laid!”

Before you could even process what you said, a tug on your arm pulled you into the room of the door you were standing in front of. The door was slammed behind you, with an arm keeping you stuck between it and the door. As you looked up at him, you realized truly how much taller than you he was. The scent of his cologne over took you, it was musky and dark. Despite this, you were utterly confused.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?”

His other arm snaked up your side, gliding along your waist, then finally landing on your neck.

“You said it yourself. I need to get laid. Just using my resources.”

On one side of your neck, his cold hand sat as he rubbed his thumb back and forth. On the other, his lips crept into the crevice between your neck and your collar bone. Everything was screaming at you to push him off, tell him to stop. But when his touch left a trail behind it, feeling like a singe, and his stubble scratched your jawline just so, suddenly you didn’t feel so repulsed.

You hand almost had a mind of its own as it threads itself through his dark hair. You could feel all the product in it, and it smelled like sea salt. His mouth was hot, a heat that silenced you. The hand that was on you waist left, grabbing the doorknob that laid by your hip. You heard the click of a lock and you realized that there was no getting out.

This finally silenced the nagging part of you, letting the lust over take your mind. You turned your head upwards and closed your eyes, giving him more surface area to work with. You felt him chuckle, the low vibrations traveling from his lips to your neck. As he moved upward, you opened your eyes and looked around, noticing the designs on the trim around the celeing.

It was a large office, with books and memorabilia lining the walls. In front on the window, sat a large desk, with a couple documents on top. As Ransom moved his head, you were able to spot a baseball in a stand sitting on the desk. Unfortunately, you recognized it.

“Are we seriously in your grandfather’s office right now?”

“Don’t really want to think about him right now, sweetheart.”

You internally rolled your eyes at the pet name, but physically moved closer to him, bringing your hands up to rest on his biceps. You could feel how defined they were, and tried to restrain yourself from practically massaging them. While you were distracted, you felt his knee make its way between your thighs, like an earthquake rifting the land. His lips finally moved onto yours, and they were full of a heat that you never wanted to leave.

In a act of desperation, you ripped that stupid scarf off of his neck, urging him to follow and take off his coat. You started unbuttoning the sweater you had worn, one that Harlan had complimented once. Now, you’d never be able to look at it the same again. Before you got the chance to pull down your skirt, his hands are under your thighs, carefully carrying you over to the desk.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. If you weren’t so blinded by the haze, you’d be disgusted with yourself. Yet, here you were, wet for Ransom Fucking Drysdale. You weren’t exactly wearing anything sexy. After all, it was your boss’s work party, and it’s not like you were trying to impress anyone. If you had known then what you know now, you probably would have worn something else. Something…easier to get off, on account of Ransom’s struggle.

In Ransom’s attempt to remove your skirt, he slightly ripped it at the bottom. Every bone in your body want to scream at him, make him pay for it to be fixed, or a new one entirely. But when you finally realized that he had acually taken your skirt off, suddenly it was as important to you anymore.

You looked up at him, and were met with those same eyes, only this time, the awakend something within you. You felt a tightening in your stomach as you watch his lips curl up and he ran his fingers through his hair. He licked his lips as he looked down at you, before his eyes went dark. His hand suddenly dove between your thighs, toying with the lining of your panties as you prayed it would magically get thinner.

You could see the pure pleaser on his face as you squirmed, and you could tell he was going to like this for multiple reasons. Him being so close to you, so close to your core, made you realize just how much bigger than you he was. He was already taller than the average person, but you had never taken into account the sheer size of his fingers. Although, you had to admit, the topic of Ransom’s size had crossed your mind a couple too many times.

His fingers moved from outside your folds to the center, immediately finding exactly what he wanted. You could tell he had done this many times before, but you weren’t complaining. His middle finger circled around your clit, with the ring he wore clashing its cold against your warm skin every once in a while. You hands rushed to grab onto something in preparation, and eventually they landed on the edge of the desk. You could feel as you slowly grew short of air, and your vision became blurrier as he continued to circle around it.

“Fuck…”

“Oh sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

And with that, he finally sunk his finger into you, sending a shock wave through your body. You didn’t want to be desperate, you really didn’t, but when you spent most of your nights either studying or with a 80 year old man, let’s just say you didn’t get much action. It had been a while and you needed it. You needed this.

“God damn it…”

He filled you, better than you ever had been. While the number was low, any sexual partner you had had wasn’t exactly good. This man - as much as you didn’t want to admit it - knew what the hell he was doing. He knew all the right spots to touch to make you wriggle under him. And you couldn’t ask for anything better.

He slowly started to pump his finger, and watched it work its magic. When he added a second, you started to unravel. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and your back was arched. Your grip on the desk was so tight, you thought you might break it. Small moans started slipping out, before you quickly covered your mouth with your other hand.

Right when your vision started to go white, when you felt as though the knot in your stomach was finally going to untie, when you thought your whole world was going to shatter in the best way possible, you let it slip.

“Oh God. Hugh.”

He stopped. Your eyes quickly fluttered open with utter confusion as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes still had that dark glaze, but this time it wasn’t a look of hunger.

“Wha-what are you doing? I was gonna-“

“Don’t…call me Hugh. It’s Ransom. Got it?

“Are you seriou-“

He slowly started to slip his fingers out of you entirely.

“Ransom! It’s Ransom.”

While you were disappointed in yourself already, the feeling was only made worse by the cocky smirk that grew onto his face.

“All I needed was a little leverage. Who knew?”

The roll of your eyes wasn’t from ecstasy, but rather the usual annoyance you got from Ransom. You felt how the feeling continued to slip away, the chance of pleasure decreasing with every second. You pulled him down by his collar and pressed your lips onto his. It was messy and electrifying, like you both had been waiting for it. One of his hands slowly pulled out, but kept revolving your clit, while you could hear the other fondling with his belt buckle.

“Do you have a-“, you said in brief moments as you came up for air.

“Yeah.” You could hear the crinkle as he pulled it out of his pocket. Why he had a condom at a family work party you’ll never know. He took a small break for you lips to tear off the top of the gold wrapper with his teeth. The simple gesture made you that much wetter. You were too focused on attacking his face and the heat that was rising from your body, to anticipate him.

It entered you with a bang, envoking almost every emotion you had. Tears pooled in your eyes from the sheer size as your hands feel from his neck to his back. You dug into his skin with your nails, too anxious to move yet wanting to try every position. While Ransom could swear he didn’t care about you, you could see the gentleness in his eyes. He started out slow at first, but you both knew it wouldn’t last long. You grabbed his hand and slammed it over your mouth.

Your hips bucked in response, almost subconsciously. It was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time. With each thrust, you rock back and forth on the old desk. You wrapped your legs around him, running your feet along the back of his thighs.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him and spilling into you. His thrusts because messier, less cauculated than before. His grunts and groans turned into hisses and whimpers, while you had to press the hand harder and harder onto your face to block the sound. Your back kept arching until it couldn’t anymore, and you truly thought that you might just be levitating. It was truly euphoric, and ethereal feeling.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, it all happened at once. Your toes curled, you squirmed even more than before, your grip on the desk somehow strengthened, while you let out the loudest moan yet. Your vision went completely white while your mind was clear yet full at the same time. He just kept going, riding you out of our earth shattering orgasam.

While you tried to catch your breath, you looked up at him as he got his shortly after. His was met with a slammed fist to the desk, and while the other grabbed your ass, digging hard enough that you were sure it would leave a mark. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked up at him, still breathing heavily. His head was swung back, before it slowly turned down to you. His Adam’s apple bones as he swallowed, trying to catch his breath as well.

You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face. You decided to break the silence

“That was…”

“Fucking incredible.”, he exclaimed, before looking down at you. He slowly pulled himself out, knowing the both of you were still sensitive yet numb. He quickly out his pants back on, and tied his scarf around his neck once more. Before leaving the room, he turned to look at you, then your exposed pussy, then your face once more. You could tell that this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. Despite your better judgment, you figured that the experience justified the lack of aftercare.

You got up and cleaned yourself, before quickly putting the skirt and sweater back on. Once you decided that you looked only a little bit like you had just had sex in your boss’s office with his grandson (ew) you stepped out, reclaiming you glass of champagne that you had left behind in the heat of the moment. While you continued to lurk in the corner, the housekeeper, Franny, eventually came over to check on you.

“Oh sweet pea, what happened to your skirt? There’s a big rip in it!”

[alixandra-multifandom-version]

It's me, my daddy issues, and father figures against the world

[sebas5bucks]

quick lil domestic ironstrange because theyre husbands they are married and in love

[fairer-tales]

what if they just gave sherlock like. a lego set.

[sher2650]

The east wind takes us all in the end.

[herius-is-drawing]

Here we are with the most devastating animatic I ever made 🤧

[hazelwritessometimes]

Tears in my johnlock eyes

[greydrits]

Here he is

[skullmercy]

dumbra or whatever theyre called...

[donathan]

whatever man

[consultingfujoshi]

[withwordsasweapons]

how it feels to be in your 20s with the same interests you had when you were 10