Warning ⚠️ not quite full smut but definitely dubcon style themes, just a warning I’ve never written like this so hopefully it’s ok
The Miami heat had faded, the tropical-esque sky being replaced by one that resembled spilt ink. The vast horizon now accompanied by a handful of bold stars or maybe satellites Y/N wasn’t quite sure twinkling brightly. The thought of millions of stars shining above them used to bring the y/h/c young woman peace, that peace had been obliterated now.
The air was stagnant and cold, Gina’s muffled cries finally being absorbed into the silence. Although she knew she wasn’t truly alone. She could feel him, his poison seeping through her skin entwining itself around her heart. Elvira had left, Manny now gone and yet here she still was. Supposedly safe, for how much longer she didn’t really know. All night he’d been so absorbed with the thought of his future, his need for an heir. How his wife had failed, her supposed womb barren. But she’d seen that look, the way his eyes sparkled as realisation dawned upon him. Y/N was still here, she’d never left him and she never would.
The car journey back had been full of wandering hands in the dark, had he thought he was being subtle? Tony pawed at her like it was his right, so doped up he didn’t care about the murderous silence that filled the vehicle. Tony only cared about himself.
“You're so beautiful.” Tony groaned through the dark, his eyes wide as he drank in the figure of the woman in front of him. “Always been so beautiful, so perfect, so submissive, so willing.” he continued, stepping forward to run a tanned hand up the y/s/c woman's arm. She was close enough he could smell her. A rich, spicy ambery scent which had begun to drive him wild. “You’d never leave your Tony would you? Not like that bitch” Tony trailed off in disgust at the thought of the blonde woman he’d risked it all for. He couldn’t even stomach saying her name after tonight.
Tony’s words stumbled through the moonlight “Te amo cariño”, his staggered speech began to leak through, evidence of his alcohol intake over the evening. “You don’t love me, you just want someone to be a Mother to your future children.” The Cuban hummed, his hand stopping in its tracks, replacing the soft gentle brushing with an almost vice-like grip. It would probably cause a bruise, but Y/N paid no mind to it now. Instead all she could focus on was the feeling of his wedding ring, the small circle of gold burnt into her. She wanted to scream, to put as much distance between them as possible. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t show weakness. Tony would enjoy that too much. He was a little sick like that, he liked knowing he had grown from a mob like errand boy to the big man. Somehow Y/N managed to put a whisker of distance between them. Just enough to not feel his soul crushing her. Just enough to regain some semblance of control.
The cold silence returned and with it the course of the evening had been decided. It was her fate, there was no escaping it. He wouldn’t let her.
“You wanna fuck me huh?” the y/h/c woman asked, biting back a mocking laugh, part of her wanted to believe she would have put up more of a fight. But Y/N was tired, so tired of acting like everything was alright. Tonight had just been one monumental fuck up after another. Her usually meticulous makeup was starting to fade along with her tolerance for niceties. Taking a step forward the y/h woman tilted her head, her y/e/c orbs flickering over the man standing before her. He was probably coked out of his mind, that was when he was always at his cruelest. He wouldn’t attack her physically, Y/N was quite sure of that. But the way he leered over her made one thing perfectly clear, she was at his mercy and tonight she was the prey he would mentally stalk like a viper preparing to strike.
Whether it was brave or stupid was yet to be established, but still Y/N took a step forwards. She could feel his breath on her face. “You want to fuck me Tony?” Y/N asked again, her voice sticky and sickly sweet. “You wanna get me all breathless and shaking under you?” she continued, little small pornographic like gasps accompanying her question. The question was rhetorical and he knew that, but still watching his adams apple bop as he gulped greedily at the image she was painting revealed his true intention. Tonight Antonio Montana the once penniless immigrant was going to prove he could get anything he wanted, regardless of the price of the sin.
“Well, here have at it! It’s all yours Tony.” the woman scoffed, the strands of Y/H/C that escaped her previously elegant French twist framing her face so perfectly she looked angelic. Turning on her heel Y/N glided to the grandiose kitchen island. Slowly leaning forward until she stretched across the Italian marble counter top. Shivering slightly as her breasts pressed into the cold stone, before swiftly lifting her dress. The dark green silk revealing her delicious y/s/c legs.
Pupils dilating Tony groaned in approval. “Que hermosa” tumbling from his lips, his pants beginning to feel excruciatingly tight. He couldn’t help but touch her, his cock twitching pre-emptively, he wanted to discover each corner of this goddess. He pondered why he’d never seen her this way before. He wanted to kiss each inch of her y/s/c body, discovering all her secrets and what made her tick. The Cuban wondered what kind of celestial music she’d make as she reached her peak and came. He was in heaven, so devoted in his need to worship her he didn’t notice her tensing as he rutted against her like a horny teenager. Unzipping himself Tony shudders at the sight, here she was bent over for him like it was her preordained place in the world and he was struggling to control himself. For a millisecond Tony was concerned he’d cum in his pants prematurely before getting to revel in the sweet pussy he was now certain was made just for him. Frozen in place Y/N tried to control her breathing, her y/e/c irises focusing on a natural swirl in the marble. Why fight, Tony always got what he wanted eventually.
Can you do another Marty McFlyXReader where the reader’s parents recently divorced and Marty tries his best to cheer them up, but it kinda takes him a while to do so?
thanks!
The Best Comfort
Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of divorce, minor angst, dark thoughts, depressed reader, slow burn
Summary: When you learn some unexpected news you go to the only person who even has the slightest chance of cheering you up.
word count: 1.2k
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It’s dark out, probably not the safest option for the walk you were so used to in the daylight. Yet your mind was numb, buzzing with information, and it seemed you couldn’t stop your feet from leading to your best friends. Every light is off in the familiar house but his bedroom window. Your heart eases as you lightly tap against the glass, the soft strum of his guitar cutting to a stop. You spot his confused face before he spots you, eyebrows easing the second he sees you.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he asks gently, quietly, and you realize you have no idea what time it is. Not even considering you both have school the next morning. Yet you can’t bring yourself to smile at him no matter how badly you want to. It was like going against habit.
“Can I stay here tonight?” you ask and he quickly notices something is wrong, making quick work of helping you climb into the window. It was out of character for you to ever attempt sleeping anywhere but your own bed.
Once you’re inside your shoulders ease, the warmth and familiar smell of Marty slowly brings you back to life. He’s already wrapping a blanket around your chilled shoulders as he watches you with concern. He doesn’t bother asking because he knows you’ll tell him. It was obvious you were processing something and he was at least aware enough to let you take your time.
“Here, sit down,” he tells you, scooping sheet music off his bed and setting the electric guitar back in its stand. You offer a pressed smile as you sit down on his bed and he joins you, debating his next moves in order to comfort you without knowing what for yet.
“My parents told me they’re getting a divorce,” you finally utter, looking at nothing in particular. Still numb because it had caught you so off guard. You never suspected there were any issues in their relationship. So how did any of this happen?
“Hey, I’m so sorry” Marty is scooting towards you, concern and care filling each of his features. He's so kind but the reaction doesn't reach you like you want it to. You were seventeen years old, your parents had been together for twenty, so why now? What could have suddenly changed after so many years of happiness shared between you. Had some of those happy moments been a lie, a memory you cherished masked by some facade you couldn't see through. It felt silly to be so upset but they were your parents, your safe haven. Now you weren’t even sure which one you should go too.
“It doesn’t make any sense, I mean just last week we took a trip to the old lakehouse. We stayed up laughing every night and they would slow dance on the porch. I feel tricked, like the rug has been pulled right out from underneath me,” you ramble, head shaking and eyes looking at nothing in particular while all those thoughts spiraling in your mind mush together.
“Listen, it doesn’t have to make sense. People separate for all sorts of reasons,” he tries to explain but you're standing, the blanket falling from your shoulders and taking your spot on the bed. Marty watches you with concern and a bit of panic, hoping he can reel you in before he has to really worry.
“Yeah, but not them! I mean it’s been twenty years. They’re best friends and never fight, at least not in front of me. They are good parents, the best,” you exclaim, almost determined to convince him like you were trying to convince yourself. I mean maybe you had gotten used to the way your life had been. You could have missed signs, not noticed certain reactions, too absorbed in your own little world to ever pay any mind.
“And separating doesn’t change that. Did you at least let them explain?” but now your confusion and anger became directed at Marty, his accusation making it sound like you were a brat before ever hearing your parents out and only thinking of yourself. Yet had you heard a reason as to why? Suddenly you couldn't recall, all you knew is that when the words left your Dad’s lips everything went numb. You weren’t registering what they were saying, only a faint ringing in your ears as you sat there in shock.
“That doesn’t matter Marty! I would have noticed, I should have noticed!” you exclaim, your eyes blurring over with tears. Sobs shake your body before ever coming out and Marty jumps to hold you. Shoving you into his chest while his arms wrapped so tightly around you, you were positive you couldn't breathe. It’s comforting, it’s what you had needed, but your heart was still broken.
“This is not your fault, you don't need to understand it or blame yourself. You can let yourself be sad and process this on your own time. I will be here for you the whole time, you know that,” and his words calm your heart rate, soothing over your fresh wounds as you hug him tightly back. He had always been that person for you, an anchor in the storm, and it was no wonder you had found your way here while your body was on autopilot.
“I don’t want to be home right now,” you admit and he nods like he understands, a hand rubbing your back soothingly. You let out a heavy sigh, like all your worries were fleeting even though they were still there. He adores how comfortable you are with him.
“That’s okay, you can stay here as long as you like and if Lorraine doesn’t find out,” he jokes, using his mother’s name before guiding you over to his bed. He releases you only to throw a spare T-shirt and some sweatpants your way. You smile thankfully as he turns around so you can change.
“All set,” you say once you’re dressed and crawling into his bed. Marty smiles and picks up your abandoned clothes, hanging them over his desk chair before crawling into beside you. Once you were both tucked under the covers he turned to face you.
“Think you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod solemnly, already feeling better just by being with him.
“Yeah, I got you and pretty soon this will all be a distant memory,” you say and he grins, a hand reaching to brush some hair out of your face. Your eyes close at the touch and a part of you prays that one day, if you and Marty ever become something more, you won’t find yourself separating after twenty happy years.
“Yeah but right now it’s still fresh, so take all the time you need,” he whispers before clicking the lamp light off. You smile in the darkness and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and legs tangling together.
“I love you Marty,” you say and you feel his chin press against your head as a smile grows along his face. You’re content for now, as long as you’re with him.
guys I need a slowburn kirk hammett fic NOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED SOMETHING TO READ AT 2AM THATS GOING TO MAKE ME GIGGLE AND CRY AND SCREAM AND SOB
Hi! Could I please request a Lost Boys/Bill and Ted fic please? :)
Note: I’m sorry it took so long, life has been busy and my brain had come up with a lot of ideas for this prompt but I hope you like the one that I decided on. It has also kind of got away from me. So, be prepared for part two soon. -Ar
Beach Day
Summary: It just started as a regular beach day. That was before you lost your friends, Bill and Ted on the boardwalk. In your search for them, you came across a group of punks, one of them seemed to wear the face of one of your boys.
Length: 2245
Santa Carla, the town’s name shouldn’t be able to spark fear into someone but living in California and hearing the stories of what goes on in that town. Well it was no wonder why they called it the Murder Capital of the World. So, of course your friends, Bill and Ted, would choose to go to such a place to go to the beach. They had come to you at the crack of dawn begging you to take them with the promise of paying for gas. It was hard to say no to them, you had been friends for a long time and they knew all the buttons to press to get you to agree. With a sigh had agreed, more so because you hadn’t gotten out of San Dimas for a long time and wanted at least some adventure. You had also heard that Santa Carla had a really nice boardwalk. It was the staying late part that you weren’t sure about but Bill and Ted promised that it would be worth it. Bill even commented that they would keep you safe. Always the knight in shining armor. That’s how you ended up driving the next day at the crack of dawn. Car packed with beach essentials and a cooler filled with food that Bill was already munching on.
“Why Santa Carla of all places?” you asked as San Dimas vanished in the rearview.
“It was the first place we thought of,” Bill answered.
“You do know that it’s called the Murder Capital of the World right?” The boys share a look before looking back at you, “you did know that right?” you asked again in disbelief.
Ted shook his head, “we just looked for the nearest beach, babe.”
“And my dad said that this one has a really cool boardwalk,” Bill added.
“I can’t believe… actually I can,” you sigh, “I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we stick together and don’t stay out too late.”
They agreed quickly.
“Are we there yet?” Bill asked, nudging you as he leaned forward from the back seat to get a closer look.
“Not yet,” you tell him as he manages to maneuver himself into the front seat. It was a wonder how he hadn’t hit either you or Ted with all the squirming he had to do. He grinned proudly at you as he sat down in the passenger seat, “I hate to admit but that was… rather impressive.”
“I know,” he winked as he ripped his air guitar. You could see Ted joining in as well. Shaking your head fondly at the pair as you continued your drive to Santa Carla. The rest of the drive was filled with the boys singing to the radio and snacks being passed around. The two hour drive had passed by quickly and before you knew it you were passing the sign for Santa Carla. Bill had leaned out the window watching as the car passed by all sorts of people. He grinned as he sat back down in his seat.
Ted had scrunched up his nose the moment Bill had rolled down the window, “what is that smell?”
You laughed and looked back at him through the rearview, “that’s the ocean my dude.”
“Yeah, Ted,” Bill agreed with a laugh.
“Shut up Bill.”
“Guys,” you spoke up before they could start pushing each other, “look.” You nod your head forward to the boardwalk that just came into view.
“Wow, wicked,” Ted muttered.
“Told you it would be worth it dude,” Bill added.
The moment you had parked the car Bill and Ted raced out of the car and began to rummage through the trunk. You slipped out carefully rounding the car to watch them. They started to pull out the bags that held the swimsuits. Ted was the one that slung it over his shoulder while Bill excitedly took your hand and began to pull you towards the beach.
“Did you remember sunscreen?” you asked as you willingly let Bill lead you around. It was pointless in resisting, he would just throw you a pair of puppy dog eyes. The ones that you could never resist and he knew it too.
“I’m sure it’s in there somewhere,” Ted shrugged. That made you doubt that they remembered it. It was probably still on the kitchen counter.
“I made sure he put it in there for you, babe,” Bill spoke up as you finally made it to the beach. You had skipped the boardwalk for now, the beach had been the main attraction the boy wanted to go to. Anyway, you heard the boardwalk was better when it was darker outside. You had agreed to explore the boardwalk just after the sunset for a couple hours before heading home. That was the plan and hopefully they would be able to stick with it. Though you have known the boys for a while now, since middle school, so it might actually be very unlikely that it goes just the way you wanted it to.
You hadn’t planned to go into the ocean, really you just wanted to watch the pair and read the book you had packed. Even so, Bill made sure that you had switched out of your normal clothes and into your bathing suit.
“Just in case,” he stated with a grin.
After that it didn’t take long for them to pull you away from your book and into the cool salty water. You should have known that you would spend the majority of your time here splashing about and swimming away from the two boys as they tried to dunk you underneath the waves. Though you did manage to lay back against your towel and air dry out before you, Ted was begging to go get some food. Even if you did still have some snacks in the cooler. That wasn’t enough for them, they wanted greasy food. Canvinal food. So, as a compromise you told them that you would get the food if they started to pack the stuff back in the car. The plan was to meet back up at the tables just a little away from the boardwalk after they were done. When they had agreed you split up. One thing you guys said you wouldn’t do when it is dark but you reckoned that you had enough time to grab food before the sun set.
Oh, how wrong you were. You had been waiting at the table for about half an hour, the sun long had set before you realized that the boys weren’t coming. That was how you ended up on the crowded boardwalk looking for Bill and Ted. To be fair Ted was probably the easiest one out of the two to spot but in a crowd like this it seemed impossible. You were just about to give up your search and head to the car when you spotted Bill. The stress almost immediately slipped out of your body as you ran over to him.
“Bill, I thought we said that we would be up at the table,” you rushed out.
“I think you got me mistaken for someone else, sweetheart,” Bill said, no not Bill. The boy might have looked like your friend but he didn’t talk like him and he definitely did not dress like him. Minus the crop top of course.
“Oh, um… sorry you just look like a friend of mine,” you blushed as you took him and the three other boys around him. One word came to your head when you took in their appearance, punks, “I should go, I’m sorry.”
“We could lend a hand in trying to find your friend. You got me curious in what he looks like,” Not Bill said.
“No, it’s really okay. I was just about to go to our car and wait for them.”
“Aw, come on babe. You’re going to miss out on all the fun,” one of the other boys said. This one was wearing skin tight white pants and a mesh shirt.
You sighed, maybe just maybe a few more pairs of eyes wouldn’t be a bad idea in finding Bill and Ted. Also, exploring the boardwalk did sound fun. You didn’t think you could trust these boys but so far all they have done is offer you help, “okay, I could use the help. Ted will probably be the easiest to spot. He’s about this tall,” you reach your hand to indicate how tall he was, “he’s got longish brown hair. If you see anyone do air guitar it’s probably them too.” You explained hoping that that would help them be able to spot him. The punks nodded as they listened to your description.
“And the one that looks like Marko?” the icy eyes of this punk caused a shiver to go through you.
“He um… he has shorter hair but it's still curly. Same general features of course,” you waved blushing out of embarrassment in having to describe Bill to someone that looked very similar to him. Once you finished explaining as best you could, the group of boys started to lead you down the boardwalk to more of the popular attractions.
“What?” you question as you pull your eyes away from a crowd.
“So is this friend of yours, is he handsome?” Not Bill, or Marko asked with a grin as he walked next to you. You guys had been walking around the boardwalk for about an hour looking for your friends. You started with the rides and made your way to the games. You couldn’t fault yourself for riding some with Marko and Paul, that’s what you had come for. You still made sure to keep an eye out for your boys but you had come there to have fun. Which the punks were seemingly happy to supply.
Marko nudged you as he came up to walk beside you.
“The one that looks like me. Do you think he’s handsome?”
“Do you really just want to know if I find you attractive?”
Marko had the decency to look slightly offended at the question but soon one of his friends, Paul, you had learned all their names at some point during your search. Other than Dwayne’s who had pulled you to some gaming booth that was seemingly popular and introduced himself personally to you, started to laugh, “he totally is babe,” he grinned.
“Shut up, Paul,” Marko grumbled. The interaction between the two seemed almost vaguely familiar to that of Bill and Ted. You couldn’t help the silent laugh that spilled out. it was clear to you that each of the boys in this group had different personalities that seem to fit well with each other. Paul and Marko just seemed to be more like Bill and Ted than you were expecting.
“It’s nothing, they just remind me of Bill and Ted so much,” you stated a light blush dusting your cheeks.
“What’s so funny, huh?,” David, the leader of the group asked.
Before Marko or Paul could defend themselves, you heard someone call your name from across the boardwalk. A large grin took over your face once you turned to see who it was, Bill was waving his hand along with Ted on the other side of the crowd. Seems like they had found you before you had found them.
“Bill! Ted!” you called as you ran over to the pair. You were quickly pulled into a group hug once you got close, “where were you guys? I looked everywhere for you.”
They pulled back and looked at you sheepishly, “we got distracted by the lights and ended up at the games,” Bill explained, “but I won you this.” He held out a stuffed teddy bear making you smile.
“Awe, I love him. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek and held tightly to the bear, “but next time please meet me where we had planned. You guys gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry,” they both muttered. They looked behind you and stared wide eyed. You had forgotten the group that was probably still behind you.
“Ah, right. Bill, Ted, these guys were helping try and find you. David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko,” you introduced them.
“That guy looks like you Bill,” Ted stated, staring between the two with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“I don’t see it,” Marko said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bill nodded, “yeah, I don't know what you’re talking about Ted.”
“You two are unbelievable,” you mutter.
“Awe, come on sweetheart. I’m much more attractive than him,” Marko winked, making you blush.
“I say it’s a tie,” you teased though you stayed standing next to Bill, who wrapped a protective arm around you.
“So, you do think he’s attractive,” Paul grinned.
“Um… I… maybe,” you stumbled on your words.
“Well, we haven’t yet explored the rest of the boardwalk. Care to join us?” it was David who asked this with a wicked grin on his face. Bill and Ted agreed while you were hesitant. They were nice and fun to be around while you were looking for your boys but something in the air had seemed to change and you didn’t like it. You gripped your teddy bear tighter.
“Come on, babe,” Bill grabbed your hand and pulled you into the group. So, much for going home before it got too late. You sighed and joined the party, maybe it won’t be too bad.
