Could you please do Evil. I woke from another nightmare and the first thing I felt was the warmth and security of Evil's body wrapping around me.
note: I don’t like writing from first person POV so I changed this just a little. general mood is still the same, but just with reader insert :)))) hope you enjoy!!
The nightmare is intense. A body is hovering over you, fingerspulling the very soul from your body, and you need to force yourself to wakeup. You lurch upright from the bed with a loud gasp and fling yourself onto thewooden floor before you realise you’re moving. Sharp pain erupts from yourwrist up to your elbow, and even though you’re hyperaware of your heartbeat,you begin to calm down.
From the ground, hunched over and on the verge of a panicattack, you find yourself checking the room.
It was a nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.
Tears well in your eyes, hot and angry, and you clutch yourwrist loosely as you fall against the wall next to you. Rage burns too heavy inyour chest. It weighs you down, stops the oncoming panic attack, and instead ofregulating your breathing like you know you should, you punch the wall withyour bad hand.
It’s a stupid mistake – your gasp of pain echoes in theroom, and a noise of confusion sounds from the bed.
For a moment your heart stops. Then, you remember that youlet Evil stay tonight. That’s a mistake too, you realise, because you don’tknow how to explain any of this to him.
“Y/N?”
“I’m—I’m okay,” you manage to rush out, but it doesn’tmatter how quick you say it; Evil still hears the shake in your voice.
In the pitch black of the room you see him prop up onto hiselbow, face turning in your direction. “Are you on the floor?”
“Yeah,” you murmur back. “I just fell off the bed, gavemyself a bit of a fright. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…”
It’s not the first time something like this has happened,but you can count the number of occasions on one hand, and this is the firsttime it’s ever happened with somebody else in the room. Something about yourbrain, something about the way it works or the way it doesn’t work, leaves you perceptibleto sleep paralysis. The entire thing reeks of your vulnerability and you don’tknow how to act now that someone’s been with you while it’s happened.
You crawl back into the bed, ashamed and embarrassed, andEvil curls his arms around your waist and pull you in tight against his chest.
It feels warm. Safe. Something that you haven’t let yourselffeel in such a long time.
Your entire body aches in the morning when you wake. There’sa peaceful moment where the security of Evil’s large presence soothes everyfrazzled nerve in your soul, and you drag a hand down your face when flashes ofit hit you like a punch to the gut.
God, you haven’t had an episode as bad as this one for months.
It lingers against your skin and you let go of a gentle sighbefore you turn to face Evil. Maybe it was a good thing that you let him staythe night…
You press your lips against his muscled shoulder and gaze upat his sleepy face with heated eyes. He’s still fast asleep, snoring softly,and you shift your hips against the side of his body.
“Evil,” you breathe lowly, “baby…”
You grind up into his side again and drag a hand down overhis briefs, softly groping the growing erection. He groans a little and lifts ahand to rub at his face, and then peeks an eye open to stare at you.
“Y/N,” he murmurs, breath still slow and heavy.
“Morning,” you whisper back, lifting onto your elbow to pressa tantalising kiss against his lips.
You push yourself up further to kiss along his stubbled jaw,but his arms snake around your hips and he shifts you on top of him, messy hairtoppling over your shoulders. Light sneaking through a crack in the curtainscatches a few strands, igniting them golden. Evil lifts a hand to tuck thembehind your ear.
“Fuck me,” Evil commands, staring at you with those eyes thatcurl your toes.
You kiss him again, slow and lazy and sensual, biting at histongue and lip until Evil is hard and full against your thigh. Your barebreasts push against the soft skin of his chest, and Evil sighs into your mouthas you roll your hips into him.
Calloused hands move to grip your ribs, rough thumbsbrushing along the curve of your chest as you arch into his touch.
He moans as you bite down on his lip again and then he flipsyou, rushing the breath from your lungs in a quick movement of limbs andexploring hands. Quickly, Evil situates a pillow under your hips, knows thatyou experience a better orgasm with the angled position, and you can feel yourtoes curling in anticipation of what’s to come.
Evil’s mouth presses against yours in an open-mouthed,gasping kiss.
Your bodies move together in a haze of pleasure, your hips rockingup into his brief clad crotch, and Evil is nothing but sin on top of you.
Both of your underwear are gone quickly and with a confidentand leisurely thrust, Evil is buried deep inside you. Your eyes roll back inthe pleasure. Evil hooks an elbow around the bend of your knee and pulls yourleg up, the new position pushing his thrusts deeper into you.
Your voice is trembling with his name, the word coming outover and over again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit, and Evil’s headfalls into the dip of your shoulder as you tangle your fingers in the colourfulstrands of his hair. The stubble along his jaw scratches at your skin, adds a wholenew layer of feeling to comprehend. Your breath is coming out in grunts and youdon’t even think you can last much longer when Evil’s teeth sink into themuscle at your neck.
Your whole body is overtaken with a vocal orgasm, legsquivering, eyes screwed shut and mouth dropped open. Evil takes the opportunityto drive his mouth down into yours, kisses you through the blinding climax andsteals your breath.
You tell yourself that maybe it’s not such a bad thing tofeel safe around Evil.
