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Summary: A new sort of Wanderer keeps appearing around Linkon City, sending the Hunters Association into a frenzy trying to figure out just what it does. When killed, it releases some sort of dangerous âpollenâ, but thatâs all youâre really cleared to know - other than the clear warning to get back to headquarters as soon as possible if you are hit. Turns out, thatâs easier said than done.
Warnings: yes this is an A/B/O fic (the demons got me), afab!reader, omega!reader, alpha!characters, heat, swearing, petnames (Zayne calls you "darling" and "wife"), marking/mating, breeding kink (Zayne), office sex, a little bit dubcon!!
This is Zayne's part to this series! Looking for someone else?
Rafayel | Xavier | Caleb
Or use the tag #daisy's series: in heat!
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
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It was a simple mistake, you try and tell yourself. You didnât know the Wanderer was going to explode like that!
But even the simplest of mistakes gets people in your profession killed. Being a Deepspace Hunter, especially a hunter in the UNICORNS unit, meant you couldnât afford to make mistakes, not when other peopleâs lives were on the line.Â
So you donât go back to headquarters, not yet anyhow,heading straight for the hospital instead.
You know for a fact Zayneâs in office tonight, because you were complaining about him cancelling yet again your plans to hang out. He was your best option right now - whatever you got hit with is making you feel all sorts of weird.Â
The first thing you noticed was your vision blurring and your sense of smell dulling; like the world was fading into grey. You smack the side of your head, trying to keep yourself in one piece. The hospital was only two more blocks away, and you couldnât afford to not make it. Even if Zayne didnât know exactly what was happening to you, hopefully he could draw your blood or send you for an eval in one of the other offices. Thereâs no one in your life that you trust quite like Zayne, and youâre certain that he can help you with whatever the hell was going on with you.
The second thing you notice, as you draw nearer to the hospital, is the looks. People always look at you, especially when youâre in your hunterâs uniform, but thereâs somethingâŠdifferent. Some people look sympathetic, like they know something you donât. Others jeer at you, making comments that made you wish you were off the clock right now and could kick their ass. But youâre a professional - so you hold your head high, and you keep moving.
You make it into the clear glass doors of the hospital, and thatâs when the third thing hits - the smell. Your sense of smell had dropped drastically when this âpollenâ had originally got you, but there was a mysterious smell coming from somewhere in the hospital that was calling out to you. It smelled like hot chocolate on a winterâs day, the kind that you have right next to the fireplace after having been outside for too long. It smelled like home, and almost mindlessly, you try to follow it.
Youâre stopped pretty quickly by a nurse, who mutters something about âheatâ and âomegaâ to one of the passing nurses. Youâre led to sit down, but the bright lights of the waiting room are nauseating, and you almost lose your whole lunch as your world spins.
â-you okay? Is there anything we can do for you? If you forgot your heat suppressants, I can direct you to the pharmacy down the street-â
âHeat? What are you talking about?â You respond, snapping your head towards hers, âIâm here to see Dr. Zayne. Heâs my primary care physician? Somethingâs wrong, I just went through a Wanderer attack, and-â
She shushes you, looking over her shoulder (likely for back-up, even you can tell youâre acting a bit crazed right now).
âHoney, youâre in heat. At this point, all we can do is suggest a heat partner. Do you have a ride home?â
You frown, still not understanding. In heat? Youâre a beta, always have been. You donât have to worry about finicky things like âheatsâ or ârutsâ. You move to try and explain this to her, but a voice from behind the nurse cuts you off.
âIs everything alright? What could you possibly be doing here this late - oh.â
Zayneâs voice sends a spike of heat through your body, and you canât help the smallest of whines from slipping out of your mouth. Itâs quiet, but you can tell he hears it, and his whole demeanor shifts.
âDid they tell you what happened?â
The nurse tries to tell Zayne what youâve told her so far, but heâs not actually listening - all of his senses are honed in on you. He notes your symptoms - visible fever, shortness of breath, pupils dilated - and he motions for the nurse to move, offering you an arm.
âTheyâre my patient. Theyâll listen to me,â he tells the nurse, keeping his composure as much as he can.
He wonât tell her that itâs because heâs merely a man, a selfish one at that, and he canât stand the burning looks of the other alphas in the room boring into you. To them, youâre nothing more than a good time, a pretty little omega for them to fuck and move on. Something protective rumbles in his chest before he can stop it. The nurse sends him a skeptical look, about to protest, when you grip on to his extended arm, and oh. Your skin isnât even touching his, and yet itâs like a wet dream come true. You set him alight, and it takes everything in his power not to coo at you as you lean your weight into him.
âZayne, whatâs happening to me?â You sigh, looking up at him with your eyes blown wide.
âLet me get you to my office, okay? I can tell you everything you need to know there, just need to get you away from-â he sends a weary, menacing look to any wandering eyes behind him, â-from all of these heathens.â
âOkay,â you respond, so soft and sweet it sends a sick sort of thrill down Zayneâs spine.
He knows as he leads you to his office itâs a bad idea. He knows, but he canât help himself. Heâll regret it in the morning, but for now? For now, he can have you, his darling, all needy for him in his office. He imagines bending you over every surface of the room, pushing your bare body up against the glass for everybody to see - and heâs already leaking. If you were a well attuned omega, you would be able to smell the lust rolling off of him in waves, but you donât know whatâs happening to you. All you know is that something about Zayne is sending your body into a frenzy, and you want nothing more than to burn under his touch.
Finally, finally, you make it into his office, where he guides you to sit on the couch there. He hovers for a moment, as if contemplating his next move, before leaving you there to lock the door (odd - you donât remember him ever locking the door for your other appointments). Heâs almost on top of you in the next instant, and his scent makes your brain foggy and your limbs heavy. He smells like warmth on a winter day, and youâre acutely aware, if only for a moment, that youâd let him do anything to you.
He reaches out with a hand, tilting your chin up so youâre forced to look up at him. His other hand brushes stray hairs from your face, before falling back to his side. He looks just as crazed as you feel, his pupils swallowing the chocolate brown of his eyes. If it werenât for the lab coat he was wearing, youâd be able to see the wet patch heâs leaving on the front of his slacks, his cock already straining for release.
âSo?â Yyou ask, eyeing him curiously. Youâre a little on edge now, your senses a little sharper.
You may have been hit by something funny, but youâre not stupid. Zayne, in all of his quiet composure, has a tell - the tips of his ears are dusted with a light pink, and he pushes up his glasses not once, but twice (even if theyâre not on his face. It makes you giggle every time). Heâs holding something back, and youâre worried all over again.
Thatâs when a terrible pain rips through your body, like your abdomen is being ripped apart from the inside. It feels like something is trying to claw its way out of you, and a sob wracks your body. Zayne rushes forward as your body goes limp.
âHey, hey, look at me, darling,â he says, urgency lacing his tone.Â
âLook at me.â
The pain ebbs a bit as he nears, but you can still feel the way the pain tears at your stomach. Barely lucid, your weary eyes find his, pleading and wet.
âI can help, okay? Are you okay with me helping? Just let go for me, darling.âÂ
Heâs close - too close - but God, you could care less right now. Thereâs nothing in the room right now but him, in all of his glory, hovering just inches away from you.
You give him the smallest of nods, but itâs enough. Enough for him to spring into action, hand already working at the button of your pants. Youâre so wet with slick that he has to peel them off your skin, but itâs worth it to see you, poised on his work couch in only your underwear.
He thumbs at the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping under it teasingly.Â
âMay I?â
âY-yeah, yeah, go âhead,â you say back, voice gravelly with want.
But he doesnât take them off like you thought he would - instead, he shoves his face right up against your entrance, lapping at it through the soaked fabric of your underwear. Your hips buck instinctually, and his hands find their way to your thighs, kneading at them. Your legs try to close around his head, but he gives you a warning look over his glasses, and you try your best to keep them spread. A small smirk appears on his face at your obedience, but itâs gone as quickly as it came, because heâs already diving back in for more.
Even through your underwear, he can taste your arousal so potently, coating his tongue like the sweetest ambrosia. Heâs sucking it through your underwear like a pervert. All open-mouthed and nasty, but itâs only making the slick pour from your entrance like a waterfall. Watching the usually cool and collected Zayne fall apart at merely a taste of you was dragging you close to an early edge. His glasses are starting to fog at the heat youâre radiating, but he doesnât care - just dives deeper into you. He wants to taste you on his tongue forever, to keep his pretty, perfect omega satisfied. He doesnât need anything from you, the bulge in his pants meant nothing to him. All he can think about is drawing those sweet little noises from you.
Your hand finds its way to his hair, and in a pleasure-seeking haze, you grind his face into your entrance. He groans, rich and deep, and it sends pleasant shockwaves through your system. Everything is hazy, like youâve stepped into a dream, but you keep rolling your hips against his face, chasing your high. Youâre heavy eyelids lift long enough to catch him staring up at you reverently, glasses askew and foggy, and thatâs all it takes to send you spiralling over the edge. His unabashed worship for you, even now, made you clench around nothing as you came, the universe exploding into a million stars behind your eyes.
Youâre not sure how long it takes for you to come back down, but by the time you do, Zayne has you in his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The sensitive spot just below his ear is where his scent is the strongest, and when your head feels like your own again, you shift to nuzzle your nose into it. When thatâs not enough, you start to nip at his neck, placing gentle kisses between lips. You can hear him exhale through his nose, and you feel the way he stiffens beneath you, trying not to interfere with whatever youâre doing. But heâs just so sensitive, and the little âanh!â that escapes his lips at your ministrations sounds almost like a whine.
âAre-mnph-are you feeling-ah-better?â He stutters out, his whole body weak to your touch.
âMhm,â you mumble out against his neck, still not quite sure what youâre doing.
All you know is that he smells intoxicating, and you need more of him. You want to feel every inch of his skin against yours, want to cut him open and crawl inside of his skin so you can feel him everywhere. It makes you sick just how badly you yearn for him at this moment, and you bite down a little harder at the soft flesh of Zayneâs neck, grinning against his skin when his hips buck up against you.
âMine.â You declare, before you can stop it.
It feels so natural, to call him yours. Almost like itâs always been that way. It twists your gut in a way you donât understand, so you donât try to. Instead, you lean back, taking in Zayne under you.
Heâs flushed, a pretty red that spreads all the way from his cheeks down his neck, and he looks like your wettest dreams. Heâs gnawing at his lip as he looks up at you so prettily, and your eyes flick down to them - a question. As you lean in, you give him enough time to back out, but he sinks into you instead, meeting your lips halfway. Itâs a juxtaposition to the filthiness that went on earlier, the way he kisses you like youâre something delicate. You can still taste the hints of yourself on his tongue, and it makes you melt against him, fingers tangling into the short hair at the back of his neck. The moment shifts, and everything starts to feel more intimate. With the worst of the pain gone, you realize this is Zayne, your Zayne, the one who made you little snow seals when the seals at the aquarium made you feel bad. The one who texts you to make sure youâve eaten lunch, and to make sure youâre not overworking yourself (to which you usually respond âhypocriteâ, which shuts him up awful fast). Youâre overwhelmed with something akin to embarrassment, and you pull away.
âAre you okay, darling?â He searches your face, concern written all over his expression. âIs there anything else I can do for you?â
You hum, a noncommittal thing, still too embarrassed to properly look him in the eyes. He huffs, and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, dragging you so close that your forehead knocks against his.
âTalk to me.â
Itâs not a question, this time. Itâs a command, and heat sparks in your stomach anew.
âI justâŠâm sorry I dragged you into whatever this is,â you say, unsure of yourself.Â
âI know this is probably just work to you, but-â
âItâs never just work with you.â
He says it with such sincerity you canât help but lean in to kiss him again, short and chaste. You hope he can feel your love in every move you make against him, that this means something more than just sex to you.Â
And then it hits again - that twisting heat in your abdomen, like a punch to your stomach. Itâs less bad, now that youâre pressed against Zayne, but it still makes you hiss, hand moving to put pressure on your stomach. He moves to pull you closer, looking down at your shaking frame.
âAnything you need, darling. Anything.â
So you beg. You plead until all thatâs left of your voice is wispy breaths. Youâre not even quite sure what youâre saying anymore, overwhelmed by the raw need to feel him fill you up, to have him carve the shape of himself into you. Your lips find his neck again, and your hands fumble for his belt, buried under the thick weight of his lab coat. His thighs twitch underneath you, and you shift just enough to yank his pants and boxers to his mid-thigh, enough for his cock to spring out of its confines. It smacks heavily against his black button-up, and god, is it glorious.
Heâs impressive in length and in girth, the kind of thickness that would just split you apart if you werenât already dripping for him. A lone blue vein runs up the underside of his cock, prominent and glistening with his own precum.You can feel your mouth watering at the idea of tracing it with your tongue. But when you go to slide off of Zayne to do so, his fingers find purchase on your hips, dragging your dripping heat to rest just over his leaking cock. You both groan at the contact, and you canât help but press down into him, catching your clit right on the throbbing head of his dick. Heat overtakes your body, and your hips canât help themselves as they began to rut down into him, your body begging you for more.
âI-fuck-I need tâfeel you, need it, alpha,â you pant out, already forgetting your desire to taste him.
His eyes roll back in his head, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, hard enough to bruise. Something inside of you purrs at the idea of him marking you up with the kind of bruises that leave no doubts about what happened tonight.
âDarling I-hngh!-canât hold b-back anymore,â Zayne starts, heaving as your hips refuse to slow down, âI have to have you. Can I? Please, can I have you?â
You can barely nod before an obscene rip echoes in the room. Between Zayneâs fingers is the tattered remains of your underwear, a lewd string of slick connecting it to your entrance still. You watch in awe as he presses the ripped fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. His tongue darts out, and a groan rumbles out of his chest when he gets another taste of your slick, his dick twitching pathetically against your now bare entrance.Â
And when his tip just barely catches against your entrance? Itâs over, his cock already spurting hot cum against you, coating his abdomen.Â
âW-what a waste, darling,â he murmurs, muffled by the underwear still pressed to his face. âShould-hah-shouldâve been i-inside.â
And his free hand moves from its place on your hip down to his release, scooping up some of the sticky mess onto his fingers. Before you have a chance to question him, heâs pressing his fingers to your entrance, forcing his cum inside of you. The feeling of his thick fingers stretching your entrance has your head falling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream. His fingers reach so deep, and you wonder, briefly, if youâll even be able to take his cock. They escape your entrance once again, just to messily smear more cum into your hole, mean and unforgiving.Â
If you werenât so lost in your own pleasure, youâd be able to see how Zayne couldnât look away from your entrance, now dripping with a mix of your slick and his release. He was hypnotized by the way you canât help but grind down on his fingers, begging for more of him. He curls them just right, and his breath catches in his throat when you fall forward into him, moaning out his name. No pleas, no âalpha!â, just Zayne.
A sick, twisted part of him hopes it takes. He can already see it - how beautiful youâd be all round and heavy with his pups - and it makes him burlly another finger into your entrance, trying to dig his cum deeper into you. All he can think about is you, his sweet little darling, all powerful and strong, reduced to his little housewife.
âCanât take it anymore,â you whine, snapping him out of his perverted daydream. âWant your knot, want to feel you fill me up, please.â
And something mean twists in Zayneâs gut, something sharp twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at you. He slips the tattered underwear into the pocket of his lab coat, and his now freed hand moves to tilt your head to look at him.
âAre you sure, darling? Iâm not sure I believe you,â he responds, eyes glowing with mirth, âBeg for it.â
What a cruel alpha he is, making a heat-riddled omega beg for his cock. But the idea of him not filling you up sends you into a frenzy, frantic pleas falling from your mouth as you squeeze around his fingers pathetically.
âNo, no! Need it, promise I do. C-canât you feel how-ahn!-wet I am? Please, âm drippinâ for you, need to feel your cock fill me up, need you to mark me as yours-uhn! Iâm yours, arenât I, Zayne?â
At the sound of his name, so sweet falling from your lips, Zayne rips his fingers from your entrance, fumbling to grasp at the base of his aching dick. Itâs flushed red and heâs not sure how long heâs going to last inside of you when youâre looking at him like that. Like heâs the only thing left in the world, like you love him.
But neither of you can even think once his cock slides into your entrance. No amount of fingering could have prepared you for just how thick he truly was, and tears bead at the corners of your eyes at the stretch. And it just keeps going, keeps sinking into your heat until you feel him all the way in your stomach. His tip is kissing your cervix so sloppily, and it makes your walls clench around him.
And suddenly youâre in the air. Youâre dizzy and disoriented as you move, his dick sliding impossibly deeper in a way that has your legs locking behind his back, keeping him there. His teeth dig into your shoulder at that, trying to keep his sounds down, but itâs impossible when you just feel so good.
With one hand, Zayne balances you against his body, and with the other, he sweeps the papers and trinkets off of his desk, not caring where they end up. He cradles your head as he drops your back to meet the cold surface of his desk, always worried about your safety, even when heâs balls deep in you. It makes your heart squeeze in your chest, an unfamiliar warmth flooding your body.
You donât have much time to think, though, before heâs pulling his hips back until only his tip is still inside you. He stays there for a moment, loving the way you pulse around his sensitive head, before his self-control fully snaps, and heâs bucking into you wildly. The desk creaks under you, shifting under the raw power of Zayneâs thrusts, until you hear it roughly thunk against the wall.Â
Youâre certain the whole wing can hear you two, bodies sliding and humping at each other like animals, but you donât care, not when his cock is slamming into that spot that makes you see stars. Your body surrenders to the heat overtaking it, surrenders to him, and youâre limp in his hold, forced to take until your body is satisfied.
âZ-Zayne, mark, pl-uhn-please?â You beg between moans.
And this isnât really consent, not when youâre so deep in an unfamiliar heat, and the back of Zayneâs mind is screaming at him to stop, donât give in. But when your head falls to the side, baring your neck to him so submissively, how was he ever supposed to resist?
His canines sink into the delicate flesh of your skin, right in the juncture where your scent gland rests, and itâs like fireworks explode behind your eyes. It feels like your souls are intertwining, a metaphysical connection that fills your entire being with the warmth of a thousand suns. Your body convulses under him, but that just makes him dig his teeth into your skin harder, the metallic taste of your blood filling his mouth. Only when your convulsing turns into weak twitching does Zayneâs jaw unlock. He presses gentle kisses into your shoulder, licking at the blood dripping from his mark, unable to stop his hips from still bucking into your sensitive body.
âYouâre mine, mine, you hear me?â He babbles, not even realizing heâs saying anything at all.
âMy omega, my perfect little darling, a-arenât you? Fuck, âm gonna fill you up so good, make you-mhm-round with my pups, make you a pretty momma, knot you again and again and again until i-it takes. Do you-hah-want that, darling? Want to be my perfect little wife?â
Your head is filled with cotton and your limbs donât feel like theyâre even yours anymore, but you blink your weary eyes up at Zayne. His silhouette is blurry from the tears you canât seem to control, but even blurred heâs still a sight to behold.
His glasses are barely still on his face, askew and only really still hooked on one of his ears. Heâs still almost fully dressed, but his collar is mussed, and his pants and boxers have made their way around his ankles. His belt, still looped through his pants, clanks against the floor with every harsh thrust of Zayneâs hips, mixing into the symphony of moans and squelches filling his office.Â
Itâs obscene and sloppy, everything is dishevelled in a way that is so markedly not Zayne, but it makes you clench around him nonetheless. Only you get to see him like this, make him like this. It sends a thrill down your spine, and a rush of heat floods your abdomen, your walls fluttering around Zayneâs girth.Â
âDarling, darling, feel so good for me, are you going to let go? Let go, let me feel you cum around me.â Zayne coos, looking down at you adoringly.
You frantically shake your head. Youâre close, unbearably so, but you want-need Zayne to come undone with you. So you lift your feeble hands to grip at the hair at the back of Zayneâs neck and to pull his collar to the side. With the last of your strength, you yank him down to you, right into your eager mouth. He gasps as your teeth sink into his scent gland, and thatâs all it takes - the base of his cock swells, and you can feel his knot start to take. The pathetic whimper that escapes Zayneâs mouth as your teeth sink deeper into his skin is enough to tip you off the edge, and you cum hard, biting into Zayneâs neck in a weak attempt to muffle your noises. It doesnât matter anymore, really - the slam of the desk against the wall and the wailing you did earlier was certainly enough to tip anyone off to what was happening in here. But as you start to come back down to Earth, a wave of embarrassment overcomes you. This was your best friend. You just had sex - you just mated - your best friend, and an embarrassing part of you doesnât even care. Youâve just claimed and marked the illustrious Doctor Zayne as yours, and heâs going to have to walk around the hospital after this, smelling like you and wearing your mark on his gland.
âItâs going to be a while before my knot goes down.â Zayne says, his voice still strained but mostly back to his normal matter-of-fact tone.
His knot. It all floods back to you - how you pleaded for his knot, how you begged him to mark you - and you fluster under his watchful eye.
âIâm sorry,â you mutter, still unable to really even look at him, âI shouldnât have forced you to do this, toâŠto mark me.â
You say it with so much contempt that it makes the ever-stoic Zayne frown, concern written in the creasing of his eyebrows. The hand thumbing at your hip moves to cradle your face, and he leans closer to you, wincing at the way his sensitive cock shifts inside of your gummy walls.
âDo youâŠâ he ponders for a moment, âDo you regret it?â
He looks at you, searching your eyes for even a hint of anger at him, but all he finds is guilt. Like somehow you were at fault for all of the sick things Zayne did to you when you didnât know what was happening to you. It makes something in his stomach flip, sadistic and cruel. You were so sweet, thinking that any of this was somehow your fault, and it makes him want to bite into your scent gland all over again. It was likely that the effect of whatever hit you would soon fade, but a little voice in the back of his head hopes that the mark he left doesnât fade with it. That when you have to go back to work, all of the people that so much as glance at you can tell that youâre his, that youâre off-limits forever. In every lifetime, heâs given himself up to get even a taste of your love, and a certainty settles into his gut that heâll never be able to let you go again, not after heâs had you.
âDoâŠdo you regret it?â You ask, still carrying that heavy guilt in your eyes.
âOf course not,â Zayne responds, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, âI could never regret anything if itâs with you.â
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ehehe thank you for reading!!! I don't have a sylus part planned, buuuut if anybody wants it please let me know! I just unlocked him and I wouldn't be opposed...
(also if you have other ideas for LADS send them in! I am so feral about them right now I will write just about anything)
After narrowly escaping rehab you and Eric finally get some real time alone together⊠Technically part 2 to this fic but can be read as a stand alone. 1.8k WK, Unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, pussy eating, just a lil bit of spanking 18+MNDI
âWhat is this place?â Eric asks as his emerald eyes roam around the living area of the large penthouse. You turn toward him with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes and a devious little smirk painted on your pretty lips.
âI used to work for the owners. Cleaned the place once a week. Suckers didnât change the combination lock. Itâs a vacation house and they only come here in the summer so weâll be good.â You look up at this beautiful broken boy that you hardly know but already canât imagine your life without. You had just run for miles, narrowly escaping the rehab facility and you both smelled like sweat, your hair was a mess, your pink sweatsuits and faces are both smudged with dirt but youâve never wanted him more.
You and Eric fucked in probably every secret place possible of that building, always quickies in quiet, dark places. But knowing no one will bother you here and that you can truly enjoy him for the first time has your pussy clenching around nothing. You run your hands down his clothed chest while you stare into his eyes with your bottom lip secured between your teeth. He looks down at you through hooded eyes, holding you in that hypnotic soul reading gaze. Itâs almost like he can read your mind.
âYou want something, angel?â He cups your face in his large tattooed hand and his thumb traces the apple of your cheek, the side of your nose around your mouth before finally pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth with a pop. Eric runs his thumb across it, smearing your spit around. You dart your tongue out and run it along his digit before taking it into your mouth with a hum and it pulls a low groan from him. âUse your words. You know Iâll give you whatever you want.
You swirl your tongue around his thumb before sucking on it hard and pulling back so it falls from your mouth. âI want you to fuck me.â
âYeah? You want me to fuck that tight little pussy?â Ericâs other hand comes up to wrap around your throat lightly as his eyes bore down into your own.
âYeah, fucking ruin me.â Eric exhales deeply through his nose as he tightens his grip around your neck and pulls you forward to lock your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue darts into your mouth, intertwining with your own and he wraps one of his long arms around your waist, pulling you close. He stands there kissing you like itâs the last thing he will ever do for what couldâve been minutes or hours but you were so wrapped up in him you could hardly tell.
Eric pulls back enough to place sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your throat. His fingers grip onto the hem of your sweatshirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it behind him somewhere in the room. His lips brush against your skin again as he kisses and licks across your collar bones and down your chest. He sucks hard on the top of your boob, not stopping until heâs sure itâs left a mark before taking a nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it then switches to the other side, giving it the same treatment. He loops his arm around your waist tightly and uses his large foot to sweep your feet off the ground before lowering onto the plush carpet. Eric makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, taking off your shoes and sweats, leaving you in nothing but a thin pair of lace panties.
âFucking look at you.â His eyes burn with the perfect mixture of desire and adoration. It makes your insides melt and has your panties getting impossibly wetter.
âYouâre so beautiful.â Eric runs his hands down your body, stopping to grab your tits before continuing down. He caresses your stomach and leaves feather light touches along the band of your underwear then his large inked hands grip onto your thighs. He pulls them up and apart revealing the large wet spot in the white lace. âAnd so fucking wet for me.â
He runs his fingers along your clothed slit and presses slow circles into your clit. Eric grips onto your panties and you hardly have to miss his touch because the minute theyâre off heâs gathering your wetness with his digits before thrusting two knuckle deep inside of you. A long drawn out moan slips from your lips as he curls his fingers up toward your sweet spot and brings the pad of his thumb to your clit.
âOh, f- fuck.â Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the ground as you fall apart embarrassingly fast for him.
âYeah, thatâs it, baby. Come for me.â The pace of his fingers doesnât let up until your pussy stops pulsing around them, he pulls them from inside you and brings them to your lips. You take them into your mouth and glide your tongue along every inch of them, sucking them clean. âGood girl, taste yourself.â
âI wanna see you.â You whine as you paw at his sweatshirt and Eric smirks down at you before reaching behind him to pull it over his head. He does the same with his shirt before standing up to kick off his shoes. He pushes his sweats and boxers down, letting his cock spring free as he towers above you like a god. This is the first time youâre seeing him fully naked and god heâs perfect. Tattoos on every inch of his skin, perfectly toned, you want to lick along the V-line leading down to his thick cock before taking it into your mouth and deep throating him until youâre choking on it.
âI know what youâre thinking, there will be plenty of time for you to be on your knees for me. But right now I need to be inside you.â Eric bends down and grabs onto your hips before manhandling you onto your feet and throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he marches toward the bedroom with you dangling over his back, his very perfect ass bouncing against your cheek with every step.
He throws you on your stomach onto the bed before landing a harsh smack on your ass that has you yelping and jolting forward. Eric gives the other cheek the same treatment before grabbing onto the fat of your ass and spreading your cheeks for him. Youâre so wet you can hear your pussy lips come apart as he pulls you open and closed for him. He leans down and shoves his face into your pussy, running his tongue along your dripping folds.
âOh my god, yes, fuck.â You whine and push your hips back into him when he slides his tongue into your pussy and starts to fuck you with it. His perfect nose brushes up against your asshole as he eats you like a man starved. Ericâs fingers find your clit and begin to run circles around it in time with the flicks of his tongue.
âYou taste so sweet, fuck.â His words vibrate against your core and it has euphoria washing over you. You cum on his tongue hard as your fists desperately claw into the sheets and your toes curl. âThatâs it, baby, give me your cum.â Eric runs his tongue from your clit to your ass, swirling your tight hole a few times. He gets back on his feet and grips onto your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the tip through your wetness before tapping your clit a few times and lining up with your entrance. He thrusts into you to the hilt with little resistance due to how wet you are for him. But no matter how many times inside heâs you, you think youâll always feel that slight burn due to how thick and long his dick was. Eric grips onto your hips and starts to fuck into you with reckless abandon, the sound of skin smacking together and your wails practically bouncing off the walls.
âFuck, Eric, itâs so good - itâs so fucking good.â Drool drips from your chin onto the bed beneath you as you lay there and let him fuck you for all your worth. His fingers lace through your hair and use his grip to pull your head back so far your front half is raised off the bed with your back against his sweaty chest. The air smells like sweat, musk, and sex and it only turns you on more. Little moans and whimpers leave your lips, having been accustomed to your sneaky rendezvous but that wasnât going to cut it for him. His free hand grips onto your jaw and squishes your cheeks together.
âI wanna hear you scream for me.â Eric practically growls into your ear as he fucks you without mercy and it has a loud moan ripping through you. You scream his name over and over again like a prayer as white hot pleasure washes over your entire body. Your pussy clenches around him while you fall apart on his cock and it has him feeling closer to the edge himself. He bites down on your shoulder so hard youâre sure itâll leave a mark before using his grip on your hair to shove your face into the mattress.
âSo perfect, so tight, Iâm going to film you up so good, fuck.â Ericâs cock twitches inside of you and his hands rest on either side of the mattress as he covers you with his body while he empties inside of you. He pants as he comes down from his high and nuzzles his face into your neck, practically crushing you with his body weight. You both lay there for a moment, a mess of sweat and cum. But you donât even care. He feels so good. Being with him feels so perfect. Like all the wrongs in your life have lead you to this moment. After a bit Eric rolls off of you with a groan, his now soft cock slipping from inside you causing his huge load to drip down your thighs. He rolls onto his back and you turn on your side toward him, resting your hand on his chest so you can gaze up at him.
âIâve never loved anyone before. But, I think I could love you.â You say it so quietly he can hardly hear you, but he does and it makes heat wash all over his body. No one has ever loved him. Not even his own mother.
âYeah? I think I could love you too, Angel.â He gives you that smile that you so desperately wanted to see the first time you saw him glaring at one of the doctors back in the facility and it makes you melt.
âYeah? Well we fucking stink. We need a bath.â You both start busting up laughing before he takes your face in his hand and kisses you gently, hoping you can feel all the promises he isnât ready to say out loud through his lips.
Ever since you arrived to the rehab facility you were sent to, you canât keep your eyes off of him⊠900wk, Unprotected sex, choking, dirty talk 18+MDNI Part 2
A/N: I just saw this movie an hour ago and I am absolutely possessed. Bill skĂ„rsgard is the love of my life and this just did something to my brain. Youâll probably be seeing more of himâŠ
Ever since you arrived here thereâs only been one thing on your mind, one thing keeping you going and it was him. He was so beautifully broken that you were immediately taken by him, even if youâve never spoken to him. But you watched. You watch the way he almost always chooses silence over speaking. He never shared at circle or sat with anyone during meal time. You watched his defiance to the guards and doctors. The way he rebelled against them with a stone expression and a locked jaw, still not saying a word. You watched the way he would draw, scribbling away in his sketchbook like it was the only thing in the world to him. The way his large tattooed hands would grip onto the charcoal pencils made your thighs clench and his face was so beautiful it made your heart ache.
His sea green eyes always held a look of determination, his plush pink lips were always slightly downturned and it made you want to know what he looked like when he smiled. His jet black mullet was always slightly messy and the pink sweatsuit sat taunt against his large frame, youâre surprised they even had a size long enough to accommodate his height. He was an irresistible mystery that you wanted to pick apart and piece back together with pieces of your own broken soul. So you couldnât watch anymore, you couldnât wander, you had to know. You square your shoulders and march forward with purposeful steps before plopping yourself down at the table next to him.
âHi.â You give him a soft smile and tell him your name and he just stares at you, those striking eyes roaming your face intently. That ever neutral expression gave nothing away. His eyes lock with yours and you stare at each other like youâre trying to search each otherâs minds. After a moment he releases you from his hypnotizing gaze to glance around the room before looking back at you.
âThey donât really like opposite genders sitting with each other.â He rests his hands on the table, tapping the metal of his rings against the cheap glazed wood.
âYeah? Well I donât really give a shit.â You tilt your head to the side, your eyes sparkling with mischief and your lips turned up in the most beautifully sinister smirk heâs ever seen.
âIâm Eric.â His corner of his lips raises slightly and it makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. You canât help but wonder what his laugh sounds like.
âWell, itâs nice to meet you, Eric.â
âShhh, baby, you gotta be quiet for me.â Ericâs inked hand comes up to cover your mouth as he pounds into you deep and rough from behind. He has you pressed up against the wall in the back of the laundry room with your pink sweatpants pooled at your feet. Your back is arched as far as it can go, your hips meeting his own with each brutal thrust. His free hand is shoved up your sweatshirt, groping your braless tits and playing with your sensitive nipples. Eric leans down to place sloppy kisses on your neck and it has your pussy clenching around him. âAre you gonna cum for me?â
âMhm!â You moan into his palm, your drool starting to drip down his wrist. Eric moves his hand from your mouth so he can grip onto your throat instead and it has your eyes rolling back.
âI want to hear you say my name when you fall apart on my cock.â His voice is like honey when his lips ghost against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. âTouch yourself for me.â
âFuck, oh my god, Iâm so close.â You bring your hand between your legs and find your slick clit, the feeling of your fingertips against your sensitive bud sending you over the edge. âFuck, Eric! Iâm coming, Iâm fucking coming.â
âYeah, thatâs my girl, fucking cum for me.â His grip on your throat tightens as he fucks into you mercilessly, chasing his own high. âIâm going to fill you up so deep it wonât be leaking out until we are in the yard for gym hour and you start doing jumping jacks.â
âOh, fuuuuck. Thatâs- thatâs so fucking hot, please please, give it to me. Give me your cum, Eric.â You reach behind you to yank on the hair at the nape of his neck and it has his hips stilling against yours while he spills inside of you.
âFuck, thatâs my good fucking girl.â Eric growls in your ear as his cock continues to twitch inside you, filling you to the brim just like he promised. He pulls out gently, holding onto you with one arm so your legs donât give out. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs and over your sensitive pussy, gathering the cum that leaked out before pushing it back in. âWouldnât want any to go to waste.â
He leans down and pulls up your pants and your panties before flipping you around so your back is against the wall. Eric chuckles before smiling down at you sweetly, those beautiful green eyes twinkling with adoration and itâs everything you couldâve ever dreamed. Heâs so beautifully broken, and entirely yours.
⏠Kinktober Day 3 âą Eric Draven âą Squirting/Overstim âŹ
Warnings: Brotherâs bestfriend troupe, size difference, fingering, pussy eating, pet names, choking, overstimulation, squirting, cock piercings, hickies, possessiveness, AU(no Shelly/crow), biting, a tiny bit of blood, reader has nipple piercings 18+MDNI
You spent most of the day cleaning your brotherâs dirty ass apartment while he was out of town so you had absolutely no reservations about helping yourself to a fat plate of nachos from his kitchen and a blunt, or two, from his stash. You were one blunt, half a plate of nachos, and two episodes into your show when abrupt banging on the door ripped you from your chill evening. You practically jump out of your skin at the amount of force behind the knocks, the weed in your system making you slightly paranoid until you hear the voice behind the door.
âChance, come on, man!! I really need your fucking help!â Youâd recognize your brotherâs best friendâs voice anywhere. Considering you were just a little bit obsessed with him. And he sounds extremely stressed. Another round of knocks pulls you from your thoughts and has you shooting to your feet so you can walk the short distance between the couch and the door. You hastily unlock and open it to reveal a disheveled looking Eric Draven. His black mullet is even messier than usual and dripping wet from the storm raging outside. Which makes the fact that all heâs wearing is a distressed black tee and even more distressed black jeans borderline insane as the cloth covering his body drips onto the carpet in the hallway. Heâs panting heavily and the look in his eyes is the one of someone running from something. Fear and urgency. âOh, fuck. Whatâre you doing here? Whereâs your brother?â
Youâre not taken back by his brash tone, Eric had always been short and avoidant with you. Youâre his best friendâs annoying little, kid sister that used to beg to play with them and thatâs all youâll ever be to him. Fucking unfortunately. But the way he towers over you makes you suddenly acutely aware of the fact that all youâre wearing is a tiny, white, Hello Kitty tank top, even tinier pink panties that hardly cover your hips or ass, and your black platform Uggs with white ruffle socks. You took a shower after you finished cleaning and despite the amount of time you spent vacuuming, your brother's floors were perpetually disgusting so you refused to walk around in his house without some kind of shoes.
âHeâs out of town, Iâm house sitting and watching the dogs.â You scoff and roll your eyes before tipping your head over your shoulder to gesture inside toward your brotherâs two dogs standing guard behind you. If they hadnât known Eric their whole lives theyâd probably be barking their heads off right now. âWhat are you doing here? Are you good?â
âNot fucking really, no.â Eric sighs and throws his head back while running his tattooed hands down his face. He drops them to his side before locking eyes with you and you have to physically stop yourself from clenching your thighs from the way he is glowering down at you. When you were kids he was shorter than most of the other boys and now his body fills the entire length of the doorway heâs standing in. He was just so big. âI just really needed to talk to your brother, alright? And itâs just really inconvenient that youâre here right now.â
âSeriously? What is your fucking problem with me, Eric? We arenât little kids anymore. Itâs just immature at this point.â You stomp your foot for emphasis and glare up at him with your lips set into an ironic pout considering you just called him immature.
âMy problem?â Eric crowds your space even further and you can nearly feel the dampness of his clothes against your body from his proximity. He leans down until his face is mere inches from yours, his green eyes ablaze as he breathes out deep through his nostrils. âIs that Iâm in some deep shit. I have some fucked people after me. You being here, near me, puts you in harm's way and that isnât going to work for me.â
âThat isnât going to work for you? Youâre joking, right? You donât give a fuck about me.â You laugh dryly and shake your head at the irony of this entire situation.
âSee, thatâs where youâre wrong.â Eric closes the remaining distance between you, pressing his wet body against your barely covered skin. âI give too many fucks about you and now youâre here, looking up at me in that annoyed way you always do.â He chuckles and one of his large hands reaches up to cup the side of your face. âYou think it hides how badly you want me, but it doesnât.â
âW- What?â You gasp at the feeling of his skin on yours. Heâs been close to you before, but never like this. âI donât -â
âShh. Letâs not waste time denying it. The fact that you want me is as clear as the sky being blue.â Ericâs thumb reaches out to trace along your bottom limp and you have to hold in a whimper. âIt's only ever made it harder for me to be a good friend to your brother and stay away from you. I think my final restraint might be slipping. Fucking look at you.â
âYou should⊠come in?â Your voice comes out a squeaky whisper and it makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. A slow smile spreads across Ericâs face, he places his hands on your hips and starts to back step you into the apartment before kicking the door shut behind him. The minute itâs shut his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes your entire body ignite with fire. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls your much smaller frame taunt against his own. His tongue explores your mouth and you moan into him while you start to subconsciously grind down on his thigh. Eric kisses you for what feels like an eternity before grabbing onto your hair at the nape of your neck and using it to pull your head back.
âI wonât be gentle. Iâm really stressed the fuck out right now and I donât have it in me to take my time with you.â Ericâs free hand grips onto your ass so tight his finger nails dig into your flesh as he continues to yank your hair. The stinging pains make you moan and grind down on him harder. âOh? Is that how you like it, brat?â The condescending nickname he called you growing up held an entirely different meaning as it fell from his lips now. It makes your pussy clench around nothing as the wetness in your underwear grows. âAnswer me.â
âYes, fuck. I like it rough.â At that Eric circles an arm around your waist and throws you over his shoulder. He carries you over to the couch and tosses you down on it onto your back. He stands over you with an almost carnivorous look in his eyes as he takes you in. Youâre so fucking perfect that he canât stand it. Your brother told him around the time you all hit puberty to stay the absolute fuck away from you but looking down at you in your tiny pink thong and tight little hello kitty tank top has him practically forgetting who your brother even is. Especially when you throw one of your legs over the back of the couch, revealing the large wet spot between them. âTake your stress out on me, I can take it.â
âOh, I donât think you know what youâre asking for princess, but your wish is my command.â Eric licks his lips before leaning down between your legs to kiss you like a man starved. His mouth tastes like cigarettes and rain and something almost sweet that must be naturally Eric. Itâs everything you ever dreamed of as his big hands travel all over your body. He yanks your hair, grips onto your throat, runs his hands down your chest and grabs your tits and squeezes your nipples while he ruts his hard Jean covered cock against you. He bites down on your lip so hard you feel when the skin breaks and you can taste the crimson drip into both your mouths. Eric licks across your lips and down your chin to your pulse point where he sucks over and over again until your neck is covered in pretty purple and red bruises that will soon turn green and blue.
âYouâre fucking, mine. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.â Eric kisses down your chest and pushes your shirt up to reveal your pretty pierced tits that make him groan at the sight. He tells you how pretty they are as he licks and sucks across them, marking them up just like your neck. He continues down your body until he gets to the band of your panties and he licks across it before kissing down your mound and running the flat of his tongue along your lace covered slit. âThis pussy is fucking mine. Say it.â
âFuck, my pussy is yours, Eric. Iâve always been yours.â He practically growls at that before pushing your panties to the side and smacking his hand down on your sopping cunt. âShit!â
âYour pussy is so fucking pretty.â He lands a second smack on your clit before pressing the heel of his palm down on it and toying at your entrance with two of his thick fingers. âYou look so tight though, weâre going to have to stretch you out, if youâre going to be able to take me.â
âI think I can take it - oh fuck!â Eric plunges his fingers knuckle deep inside you and your wet walls suck him in. Your back arches off the couch but his knee comes up to pin your thigh so you canât move. His free hand reaches for his belt and undoes his pants enough to pull his cock free, the sight of it makes your jaw drop. Itâs fucking huge. Thick, long and slightly curved, the head is perfect and dripping with precum, and best of all? The entire fucking length of his shaft is pierced. Maybe you do need him to stretch you out after all.
âYeah, not so cocky now, huh?â Eric chuckles as he curls his fingers inside you and continues to grind his palm against your aching clit. He caresses your g-spot and rubs the tips of fingers along your walls before thrusting them in and out of you brutally quick. Your pussy is so wet it squelches and your juices start to drip down your thighs. Eric leans down and takes your clit in his mouth and it has your eyes rolling back. Your entire body stiffens as pleasure overtakes you. He keeps sucking your clit hard until your orgasm finally wavers but he doesnât stop. The flat of his tongue licks your bud firmly as he twists his wrist and scissors his fingers inside you causing you to come again immediately.
He finally pulls his mouth off of you and you feel like you can breathe for a moment. That is until you look down at him. His hair is a disaster from you yanking on it and the entire bottom half of his face is covered in your creamy juices. Eric leans in to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself. âYouâre such a good girl for me. Give me another one.â He doesnât pull his fingers from you and fuck you like youâd hoped he would but he resumes thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace and your pussy juices drip down his wrist and onto the couch.
âOh my fucking god! I donât think I can - fuck I just - I need a minute-â Your sentence is cut short when Ericâs hand flies out to grip onto your throat.
âOh, baby, no. Youâre going to come for me as many times as I say and then Iâll finally give you my cock and youâll come on that too.â Eric chuckles as squeezes your throat as he fucks you with his long fingers. His thumb reaches out to caress your clit and euphoria washes over you again. âYeah, thatâs it, youâre so good for me, Angel.â
âI - itâs so good, too good, I donât think I can come again - oh fuck!â Ericâs grip leaves your throat and grips under your ass to tilt your hips up off the couch making his fingers hit deeper inside you.
âShhh, just come for me.â He spreads them and twists his wrist before going back to the quick drive of his digits inside you. He spits on your clit before pressing hard on it with his thumb and your walls pulse around him as cum floods from your pussy. You squirt around his fingers and he doesnât stop his assault on your pussy until you squirt two more times for him. Your chest is heaving and your entire body is shaking by the time he finally pulls his fingers from inside you and uses your juices to lube up his fat cock. âYou were such a good girl for me, now lay back and take my cock like the good little fuck doll I always wanted.â
Tagging some fellow Eric lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @myherometalhead @that-sarcastic-writer @ghoul-friendz @taintandviolent đ€
Summary: Itâs a slow, boring night at the club until he walks through the door.
Warnings: Eric is implied to have a lot of money(heâs in the music industry), unprotected public sex, lust at first sight, choking 18+MDNI
â° I think this one has been a long time coming for me. Iâve never written stripper!reader but I was a stripper for several years so this is v personal to me. The songs reader dances to used to be my favorite set. thank u for always encouraging me pookie @babygorewhore â°
It was a dreary, slow night. There were bodies in the club but no money to go along with them. A few dudes you can tell just turned 21 and are here for the experience, theyâll definitely spend the entire evening at the same table drinking cheap beer while they whistle at the dancers with their wallets closed. A few of the girls regulars are here, either in the back or cozied up at a table. If you were lucky theyâd ask you to come sit with them and at the very least buy you drinks but you didnât feel like entertaining someone for nothing more than a few ones and some shots. There was a couple in the corner arguing and a few older men with their eyes practically glued to the slot machines. Classic.
But there was one individual that caught your eye. He wasnât someone you would usually see in a place like this. He was more like a pretty face you saw on the street and thought about for the rest of the week. Heâs tucked away in a back corner booth drinking what looks like shots of crown royal, the whole bottle, always a good sign. Heâs approached the stage and tipped each girl generously but hasnât stayed for a set. Youâve noticed a few girls go offer him dances but he declines, offering them a tip anyway. You couldnât blame them for trying. He was gorgeous. Heâs extremely tall, still towering over even the tallest dancers in their heels. His toned arms are covered in tattoos and the white tee heâs wearing sits taunt against his chest. His distressed black jeans are tucked into beat up leather boots and his face is otherworldly. Those bright green eyes shine in the flashing lights of the club, the way they dance around his face accentuating different parts of his statuesque bone structure. He has full lips and a perfect pointed nose and youâve never wanted to ride a customer right in the middle of the club until right now. You havenât felt nervous to go on stage since you were just starting out dancing but the way his viridescent eyes raked over your body as you climbed the stairs to the stage had your heart pounding.
Your first song starts to play and you grab onto the pole lightly as you prance around it to the beat. You press the tip of your healed boot against the bottom of the pole and spin your body around it with your other leg pointed before pressing your back against it. You nearly trip when you see the man youâve been fantasizing about all night sitting at your stage with a $20 bill sitting on the bar. You regain your composure, smiling at him sweetly as you slide down the pole onto your knees so you can crawl to him. The sound of Rob Zombieâs âPussy Liquorâ thrums through your body, making you feel like a succubus. You stop on your knees in front of the top bar, never breaking eye contact with him as you pluck it with your manicured fingers and stuff it into the band of your black bikini top.
âThank you, thatâs so sweet of you.â You press your tits together as you lean over and stick your ass out behind you. âIâm Bunny, whatâs your name?â
âWell, thatâs kind of forward, isnât it?â His voice is much softer than you expected as he returns your smile with one of his own, itâs not condescending though, itâs almost playful. âIâm Eric.â
âWell, you donât have to tell me anything if you donât want to. You can just watch me dance.â You wink at him before leaning back on your knees and pulling the string on your top so it falls down your body, your tits spilling free. Ericâs eyes sparkle and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he looks up at you like he hasnât seen multiple pairs of boobs just within the last hour.
You pull the bottom string free and then toss it to the side as you push yourself up on your 8 inch heels. You sway toward the pole, running your fingers through your hair as you purposefully wiggle the fat of your ass. You grab onto the metal and roll your body before swinging your foot around it so you can climb up. You lock your legs together and lean backward, suspending yourself in the air. You watch as Eric pulls out a roll of cash and throws a huge stack of ones followed by several twentyâs. You grab onto your tits and jiggle them for him before titling yourself back up to grab onto the pole. You timed it perfectly so when the beat dropped so did you, right from the top onto the ground in the splits. Eric claps, which you find absolutely adorable because who the fuck claps in a strip club? And then he throws a literal hundred dollar bill onto your stage right as your first song ends. You tease him all through the next song, âCloserâ by Nine Inch Nails and when youâre leaning over to press your tits into his face he gives you this dopey smile and tells you that he loves the songs you choose. After your set is done you offer him a dance, and he insists on a private room.
You pull the thick red curtain back so you can lead him into the sectioned off area of the club. Thereâs walls on all three sides and an open face thatâs completely blocked by curtains. You canât help but giggle at the way he stands there awkwardly surveying the room. You can tell heâs never done this before.
âThis your first time?â You grab onto a piece of your hair and twirl it, looking up at him through your lashes. Heâs even taller than you thought he was and you have to stop yourself from clenching your thighs when how easily he could toss you around crosses your mind. You have no idea how youâre going to get through the next thirty minutes without getting turned on. You already are.
âYeah. Iâm just not sure how it works.â He chuckles lightly as he rubs the back of his neck but thereâs this glint in his eye that tells you he isnât going to make this any easier on you or your tiny thong.
âWell, why donât you just sit down on the couch and I can dance for you?â You grab his hand and guide him to the couch, encouraging him to sit down. He obliges you and you lower yourself into his lap with your legs hanging over his. Youâre back in your top now, but it leaves little to be desired and you feel your body heat as his eyes rake over you. One of his large hands lands on your thigh and he gives you a questioning look, instead of answering him verbally you swing your leg over his to straddle him and grab onto both of his hands, resting them on your hips. You throw your arms over his shoulders and grind down on him lightly and it has his grip on you tightening.
âI donât know the rules and youâre making it really hard for me to control myself already.â Ericâs voice is a deep rumble that runs straight to your core and god you donât usually let customers touch you like this but youâre starting to wonder if you can stop yourself from fucking him right here.
âWanna know a little secret, Eric?â You ghost your lips across his pierced ear and you can feel his skin break out into goosebumps.
âYeah.â He groans when you grind down on him harder this time, his grip on you turning almost bruising.
âI donât usually let guys touch me, even for money, but you? You can touch me as much as you want.â You run your nose down his jaw before pulling away from him, flipping around on his lap and pushing yourself onto your feet. You roll your body and shake your ass for him while pulling your top off again. You shimmy back onto his lap with your back pressed to his chest and grind against his now hard bulge. You canât help the little whine that escapes you. His large tattooed hands grip onto your tits and thatâs when you lose all sense of reality.
âI really liked your songs, ya know?â Ericâs breath tingles against your neck, his lips just barely brushing your skin. âYouâre the only girl here I wanted to talk to.â
âYeah? Youâre the only guy Iâve ever seen in here that I actually wanted to dance for.â You throw your hands behind your back so you can lace them behind his head as you continue to wind on his lap. âAnd itâs so fucking against the rules but Iâd let you fuck me right here.â You lean your head back so you can look up into his eyes and his expression has changed drastically, it was like your words flipped a switch inside of him and he wants nothing more to eat you alive.
âWell, I wouldnât want to get you in trouble, bunny.â He chuckles and brings a finger up to your cheek. He runs it down your face to your jaw before ghosting it over your lips and you canât help but dart your tongue out to lick the pad of his finger. âLet me take you home with me.â
âWell, Iâm not really supposed to do that either. But I really feel like breaking some fucking rules tonight.â You wind your hips in a circle and his cock slides perfectly between your thong covered ass.
âThey canât be too mad if I pay them off, right?â He squeezes your boob, rolling your nipple between his fingertips.
âThat would cost a lot. Youâre hot enough to lose my job over. Thereâs other clubs. I want you to fuck me.â You whine and pull the strings of your bottoms so they fall down your hips. You never thought youâd be here, sitting on a customers lap begging him to fuck you like a bitch in heat. But something about this man was making you lose all rationality.
âMoney isnât an issue for me baby. Hell, Iâll get you out of here permanently if you want.â He runs that perfect nose along the column of your throat, inhaling the expensive perfume one of your regulars bought you a few months back. âAnd you donât need to beg, the minute I saw you I knew Iâd give you anything you asked for.â
âFuck, Those are some big promises, honey.â You giggle, sugary sweet, and it makes him melt. He grabs onto your hips and pushes you to stand, your tiny thong falling at your feet, leaving you exposed to him. Eric grabs onto the globes of your ass and spreads them open, your pussy lips coming apart with a click from how wet you are.
âWould you look at that? So fucking perfect.â He grips onto your hips to turn you around, making sure to steady you when you stumble in your heels. You watch with wide eyes as he reaches for his playboy bunny belt buckle and your jaw practically drops to the floor when he pulls his cock out. Itâs fucking huge and pierced. âI donât make promises I canât keep, bunny. Come sit on it.â
Eric pulls you forward and you straddle him, your knees sinking into the leather of the couch. He grips onto his shaft and runs it through your wetness, the balls of his piercing bumping against your clit. He taps the head against your sensitive bud before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing inside your wet walls. But itâs not enough, you want to feel the burn of the stretch while he splits you open so you slam your hips down onto his, taking him to the hilt in one thrust. It nearly knocks the wind out of you and a moan so loud that the music barely drowns it out.
âOh fuck, youâre so fucking tight.â Eric grips onto your ass and bounces you up and down on his cock as he stares into your eyes deeply. âYou sure nobody is gonna come in here?â
âNobody will, theyâre definitely watching on the cameras and Iâm definitely fucked as soon as we walk out of here but theyâll let it play out.â Itâs like you gave him the green light because he plants his feet firmly on the ground and starts to fuck up into you. He grips onto your throat so he can pull your lips to his in a filthy kiss, not wasting any time intertwining your tongues together. The metal bar in his cock caresses your walls as his thick head bullies your g-spot and your toes curl in your boots. âChoke me harder.â
âYeah? You like it rough, bunny? Iâm going to have so much fun with you.â Eric squeezes your throat tighter and his free hand comes to run circles on your clit with his thumb. The way heâs talking about you like he already owns you combined with the pleasure heâs giving you has you already teetering towards the edge. âIâm gonna keep you, make you my pretty little fuck doll. You want that?â
âYes, fuck yes.â You whine, drool starting to drip down your chin as your eyes roll back. Your manicured fingers scratch at his back through his shirt and you wouldnât be surprised if it has tiny rips in it by the end of this.
âLook at me when you fall apart on my cock.â Eric grunts as he shifts his hips so heâs fucking into you even deeper and it has euphoria washing over your entire body the minute your eyes lock with his. Your pussy clenches around his cock like a vise grip and you moan so loudly thereâs no way it canât be heard outside of this room. But youâre way past giving a fuck. âOh, thatâs a good bunny, come for me.â
âOh my f-fucking god! Fuckkkk me!â Ericâs thrusts donât let up as he chases his own high, his hands grip onto your ass again and heâs practically folded in half on the couch as he bounces you like a fuck toy on his dick.
âIâm gonna fucking come.â Eric grunts before heâs pressing your hips flush against yours with his cock twitching inside you. You watch as he throws his head back, exposing his tattooed neck and you canât help but lean forward and bite down on it. âFuck yes, fucking bite me.â
You suck and bite on his skin until he goes limp underneath you, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He pushes himself up with his cock still nestled inside of you before pulling you close so he can kiss you with a passion no man ever has before. Who was this guy? And why did you never want to leave him?
âAlright, we should get out of here so I can go lose my job.â You chuckle as you stand up and grab your bikini, tying it back on while Eric tucks himself back into his pants. He comes to stand in front of you, taking your face into his hands.
âI meant that shit I said. I know we donât know each other, hell, I donât even know your real name. But come home with me, Iâll pay off these assholes and buy you whatever you want.â Eric smiles at you so sweetly you feel like youâre going to melt into the beer soaked carpet and how can you say no?
âFuck it. Letâs go.â You giggle and push yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss him before pulling him out to face the music.
You definitely lost your job that night. But Eric fucked you so good you couldnât even bring it in yourself to care. And he kept his promise. He kept you as his little doll and gave you everything your heart could ever desire.
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WARNINGS: NON-CON, stalking, period sex + consumption, blood, compulsion
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summary: Roman Godfrey is spoiled and arrogant and rude...and he gets whatever he wants.
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Your life was over the first moment you stepped into The Godfrey Mansion.
The dark, gothic, and imposing structure was a staple in Hemlock Grove for as long as you could remember, countless stories being passed around at sleepovers about all manner of horrors and mysteries that probably took place in the home. Tales of shadowy figures and howling wolves and low moaning wails like whispers on the wind. None of it was true, of course, lies made up by overimaginative girls with too much time on their hands, driven to pass around falsities out of an unquenched desire to see what the infamous house was really like.
As you got older, such stories became silly to you, aware that it was just a home like any other owned by some rich woman like any other. All of its intrigue lay in its exclusivity, its secretiveness, and with maturity came the lessening desire to see inside some fancy old home. Even as you walked the halls with its inhabitantsâShelley and Roman Godfreyâthe Godfrey mansion was just something you thought about less and less.
Until about six months after you graduated.
âŠand Olivia Godfrey was offering you substantial compensation to tutor her daughter.
It wasnât an answer that required a lot of thought on your end. After all, you would be relaxing in a beautiful mansion and helping some seventeen-year-old with her homework while getting paid for it. With no desireâand no moneyâto jet off to college anytime soon, it seemed like an obvious choice. Those silly stories that you and your friends would tell each other under the cover of darkness behind closed bedroom doors were the farthest thing from your mind.
It was cold the first day you walked to The Godfrey Mansion.
It was the middle of November in Pennsylvaniaâair biting, leaves crunchy, and breeze gentle. Olivia Godfrey greeted you with a smile, her dark hair looking like midnight against her fair skin. The mother of two didnât look a day over thirty, and you remembered staring at her, feeling so hypnotized by her beauty and wondering how she was old enough to have two children of graduating age. Her thin statuesque frame swayed gently with her every step, hands gingerly flailing about as she gave you the grand tour.
âAll of her tutoring will take place up in her room,â she told you, tone rich and poised. âShelley is so very particular about her spaceâŠand Iâm trusting you.â
That last comment was said slowly, and she turned to face you as she said it, hands clasped together as her umber eyes connected with yours. Silence followed, and you didnât need to be a genius to know what she was getting at. You recalled how the kids at school would treat Shelley, how they would simultaneously fear and torment her. Her daughter was protective of her space, she was protective of her daughter, and she was allowing you access to both.
âI understand,â you eventually forced out, nodding.
It was quick, but her cold visage transformed almost instantly, that ever-polite smile on her pink lips. In no time, Olivia Godfrey had turned back around and was continuing to lead you through the mansion. She droned on about the different rooms, making a point to comment on your chances of getting lost should you need to use the bathroom or something.
âShelley must get all of her rest as growing teens do, so you wonât be staying all hours of the night, but you will be welcome to join us for dinner should you ever choose to.â
You didnât know if youâd ever take her up on the offer, but you welcomed the polite invite, nonetheless.
Youâd been tutoring Shelley for four days when you finally came face to face with him. Roman Godfreyâtall and spoiled and possessing the kind of face every girl you knew would gush over. Youâd been in the same graduating class, but you were sure that youâd never talked to Roman once, not until you were in his house and eating his food, at least. You recalled walking to and from school most days, your gaze catching sight of that bright red convertible.
Since graduating, you didnât see it as much.
After reuniting in his dining roomâŠyou saw it all the time.
âSweetheart, you remember Y/N, donât you?â Oliviaâs articulate speech filled the air as soon as her son stepped through the threshold. âI believe she graduated with you last year.â
She continued after looking to you for confirmation, smiling at her son when you nodded.
âSheâs been tutoring Shelley, and she finally took me up on my offer to join us for dinner.â
The dark-haired teenager didnât say a word at first, slowly making his way to the table. You had never known Roman to lookâŠbad, always dressed immaculate even while wearing the simplest of things. Shelleyâa much more outgoing individual than youâd initially believedâhad smiled at her brother with his approach. Their mother had started up an entirely different conversation, one you tried to be involved in, but you felt trapped by Romanâs gaze instead.
If you thought Olivia Godfrey was hypnotizing and entrancing in every way, then Roman Godfrey was absolutely paralyzing.
It was hard to look away from him, trying everything in your power to but failing every time. His dark hair was neat and pushed away from his face, perfect and put together even within the privacy of his home. His green eyes didnât look so green, and you wondered if it was the lighting in the dining roomâŠor something else entirely. When he finally made himself comfortable next to Shelley and diagonal from you, only then did you find the strength to lower your gaze to your food.
Dinner was a talkative affair, Olivia dominating the conversation with the occasional commentary from her son. She pulled you into the dialogue here and there, but with an oppressing gaze weighing down on you, you feltâŠrestricted. It was purely all in your head, you knew that, but you couldnât fight the thought that Roman was watching your every moveâjudging you.
You really could not get out of the house fast enough when dinner was over, hoping that your sudden skittishness was not noticeable. Romanâs gaze was something you felt on you even as you insisted youâd make it home just fine. Olivia didnât fight you too much on it, and you were grateful, and the darkness that met you was somehow less terrifying than vibrant green eyes. It wasnât until the next day when you realized that Roman wasnât judging you, at all.
What he was doing was much worse.
âI really donât mind walking.â
You told him this as he sat in your driveway, that familiar fancy red car taking up residence in it. The sun was out, and he was wearing shades and a thick jacket that made him appear bigger than he actually was. His jaw slowly moved, some gum in his mouth you presumed, and after a moment or two, he slowly turned his head to stare directly at you. Your eyes briefly glanced at his tapping finger against the wheel.
âYouâre tutoring Shelley. Why would I make you walk all the way to our house when itâs not like I have anything better to do, anyway?â
He said it so flippantly, almost like this whole ordeal annoyed him, and if you didnât know any better, youâd say that his mother made him park in your driveway. However, Roman never struck you as the kind of guy to do something he didnât want to do, so his attitude only served to confuse you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and although you couldnât see his eyes, you knew they were fixated on you.
You could feel the heat of them despite the cold air that surrounded you.
After some time of your short impasse, a slow smirk danced along his lips.
âI could always make youâŠâ
His voice was low, and there was something mirthful in his tone, like the idea of dragging you and forcing you into his fancy car was an entertaining one. Something in you told you that he would despite what you wanted to believe, and something else told you that heâd enjoy it very much. With that thought and a sigh, you finally conceded and made your way to his passenger side.
His eyes remained on you the whole way there.
The ride was quiet, the walk from his car to the door even quieter.
Oliviaâs voice rang through the house, inquiring as to if that was him coming through the door. The sound of his voice was answer enough, and you looked away from him when he slowly took off his shades.
ââŠand Y/N.â
Something about the sound of your name coming from his lips unnerved you. It didnât exactly roll off of his tongue, something mocking in the way he said it, and you stared straight ahead as you walked down the hall in search of Shelley. You didnât dare look back, afraid of what might be gaining on you.
Roman was the kind of guy that was impossible to ignore. Not only because he was just that imposing, but also because he simply wouldnât let you. Youâd gone to school with him for years, and it wasnât until you both graduated did you learn that he was needy and constant in his want for attention. He was disturbingly honest, vulnerable to his desire to say the first thing on his mind no matter how inappropriate.
âŠand he was determined to get what he wanted once he decided he wanted it.
âSo what? You didnât want to fuck off out of this town and go to college or something?â
He asked you one day as you relaxedâas best as you could within his presence, anywayâin the passenger seat of his car. He wasnât wearing his shades, and you almost missed them when you looked over to meet his green gaze. It was so intense, and there were moments where you were sure that Roman could see right through you.
âDonât know what I would go for,â you replied, the cold air whipping against your face.
You could feel him looking at you as you stared through the windshield, and you got the feeling that he wanted you to elaborate on that. Even if you did know how to talk to Roman, you still wouldnât. He made you uncomfortable in ways you couldnât even explain, and the worst thing you did was allow him to know that.
There always seemed to be some sick pleasure in his eyes, the green of them glinting with something unknown to you. He watched you like a cat would a mouse, a wolf would a deer, a predator fully amusing itself with the prey it had in its line of reach. Only, Roman wasnât some predator. He was some guy, you reminded yourself, and you were simply some girl.
At worst, you likened Roman to that of an asshole with too much free time on his hands.
The only person spared from that was his sister.
âYouâre good with her,â he commented, turning his car off as it sat in your driveway.
Your hand was on the handle, seconds away from exiting the vehicle when he spoke. His voice had startled you, used to the silence of his unwavering gaze as he watched you exit his car and go into the house. You watched him place a cigarette between his lips, the flame from his lighter brightening his face in the night. The smell of smoke followed soon after.
âShelley,â he explained, exhaling. âYouâre good with her. She likes you.â
You glanced away, squirming in your seat when presented with an actual conversation you could have with the rich boy.
âI like her too. Sheâs very sweetâŠandâŠeven funny, sometimes.â
You shrugged when he looked at you, pulling another drag, and the longer he stared at you, the more uncomfortable you started to feel. You looked away, gaze falling to your purse at your feet, preparing to grab it and wish him a good night when he spoke again.
âMy mother thinks I stare at you too much.â
His words shocked you, and your eyes widened when you looked at him again. He wasnât looking at you, now, smoking and partaking in his cigarette. Your own lips parted, unsure of how to respond to that, and he took another drag, loudly exhaling. Roman had a habit of saying anything that was on his mind, so that wasnât what shocked you. You were shocked because it wasnât all in your headâŠ
âŠand that someone else had noticed too.
âSheâs right,â he breathed, gazing at you, now, and you swallowed.
His eyes were taken with the action, lowering and resting on your neck for a few seconds too long. It was late and dark, save for the half moon in the sky, but something in his gaze seemed to shift as he stared at your throat, eyes tracing the very top of your chest before they met yours again.
You swore they werenât as green, now.
âI do stare,â he murmured, looking away and taking another pullâa final pullâof the cigarette between his fingers. âYouâre prettyâŠand I sometimes wonder if you were this pretty in school.â
You didnât know if you liked where this conversation was going, straightening and looking away.
âSchool was only six months ago,â you mumbled, finally speaking after some time. âI canât possibly look that different.â
Roman chuckled then, and it was a genuine sound, and so you didnât know if he was laughing at you or himself.
âYouâre right,â he relented. âI was probably just too busy fucking cheerleaders and paying already rich girls for sex.â
You grimaced, reaching for your purse, now when he stopped you. You were alarmed by the feel of his hand on your wrist, and when you looked up at him from your leaned over position, it seemed that Roman was somewhat startled by his own actions. Like heâd always entertained the thought but never imagined heâd go through with it. He quickly let you go like youâd burned him, and you slowly sat up as he cleared his throat.
âShelleyâs gonna be hanging out with our uncle tomorrowâŠâ he looked away. âTheyâre close like that, but⊠That doesnât mean I still canât pick you up.â
He said a whole lot without saying much, and you felt your stomach twist. Roman was used to telling a girl he wanted her and thenâŠwellâŠhaving her. Youâd seen it many times, the way they flocked to him and preened at the opportunity to fuck Roman Godfrey, and it wasnât that he wasnât attractiveâŠbecause he was.
âŠand he knew it.
Roman scared you. Everything about him seemed designed with the key purpose of repelling you. He was too observant, too sure of himself, tooâŠcreepy. These werenât things you could overlook, and instead of helping him, you were sure that his looks didnât help your feelings. Roman didnât look real at timesâgenetically altered evenâand it only made you think there was somethingâŠinhuman about him.
Something that told you he wasnât like youâŠand you should be wary.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â you honestly replied, and you didnât stick around to look at his face.
You held your purse to you as you got out of his car, and you reluctantly looked at him, your sympathetic gaze meeting his even one.
âIâm just here to tutor ShelleyâŠandâŠwe should probably keep it that way.â
You kept your rejection soft, and you turned away from him before he could reply. You ignored the feel of his gaze boring into your back, wrapping your arms around yourself as some half assed protection against the cold. You couldnât get in your house fast enough, and you swore that youâd been leaning against the door for at least half an hour, waiting to hear him finally drive off.
The first night Roman raped you, it was raining.
Storming, to be more specific. It was odd because it was winter, and Pennsylvania was known for its summer storms. It was why you were even at the mansion so late, Roman refusing to drive in the violent downpour and you unable to walk. Olivia seemed to care neither here nor there about the whole thing, almost annoyingly cavalier about your plight.
âOh, darling, you know how unpredictable a bit of rain can be,â sheâd said, a glass of wine in her hand. âThereâs no shortage of guest rooms. Find one for the night. Iâm sure Roman can be of some help in that department.â
You hadnât missed her crooked smile, an almost wicked sight as she softly chuckled to herself. She clearly found her sonâs attraction to you amusing, harmless even, while you found it uncomfortable at best. Shelley was the one to help you get sorted for the night, visible eye soft and smile even softer as she pointed out where the towels and such would be.
You hadnât realized youâd forgotten the problem of clothes until you stepped out of the shower to find some on the counter.
You froze at the sight, sure that you hadnât heard a soul come in. At leastâŠno one who wanted to be heard, and you grimaced before putting them on. Walking the corridors of The Godfrey Mansion with clothes in hand felt weird, and when you made it to your chosen guest bedroom of the night, you still didnât relax.
Nothing about the mansion was calming, and the raging storm outside only made it worse. You laid in bed for a long time, wide awake and staring at the ceiling, just waiting for your heart to stop racing and your mind to grow quiet. It felt like forever, but it happened, and when it did, you finally felt your lashes flutter.
Sleep was finally yours.
âŠand then you woke up.
The sharp stabbing pain had you sitting up in bed, hand pressed to your stomach at the ache you felt deep within it. The familiar ache, and you felt your heart sink, wondering how your night could possibly get any worse. You didnât need to look at the bed to know that youâd left something behind, only searching for your purse, positive you had an extra pad or tampon or something.
Relief filled your heart, and product in hand, you made your way into the hall in search of the bathroom. So focused on your pain and finding the bathroom, you didnât mind the dark corridor, at all. Any other night, and you might have been hypervigilant with fear, but as it were, you could only focus on stopping any more ruin of the pajamas youâd been given.
It was a noise from behind you that gave you pause, and as you turned around, all those childhood stories about the fearful Godfrey Mansion came to mind. Every manifestation of what goes bump in the night filled your mind, but as you stared into the darkness, darkness was all you were met with. Telling yourself that an old mansion was bound to creak and groan, you turned away.
âŠand straight into Roman.
His very presence forced a shriek from your lips, and in your panic, your hands pressed to his chest. His bare chest. You didnât register it, at first, so focused on trying to calm your heart and relax again. Your hands were empty, your saving grace of the night on the floor, and when you took a step back to pick it up, Roman took one forward.
You paused at the action.
âRoman-.â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
The question came out somewhat harsh, and you squinted at him in the darkness. It threw you off for several reasons, but mostly because you didnât understand what he meant. As best as you could make it out in the darkness, his face seemed contorted, pinched actuallyâeyes narrowed, lips pursed, and gaze riddled with accusations.
ââŠwhat? Roman, what are you-.â
Your words died in the air when he forced himself closer, a strange look on his face as he eyed you. You watched his nostrils flare, another step forward from Roman, and you finally took another back. He was so close, too close, and when you blinked, you remembered that you didnât have time to try and understand Roman tonight. Ignoring him, you reached down, and as soon as your hand was around what you so desperately needed, another hand was coming down on your wrist.
You reacted harshly, flinching and crying out, and you registered that Romanâs grip was actuallyâŠpainful.
You were both standing now, Roman still holding onto you, and his nose brushed against yours as he leaned in. His hair, normally so neat and perfectly in place, was kissing his forehead. The dark strands were going every which way, and when his lips parted, a soft exhale escaping in time with a flutter of his lashes, only then did you say his name again.
As if waking up from a dream, you watched his eyes focus in on your face, really focus, and it took him some time to let you go.
Your wrist ached, his phantom touch lingering, and you held it to you protectively. You felt that you could really see into Romanâs eyes, now, and the mansion lit up from a brief flash of lightning. His own eyes glinted, and you recalled that the last time you and Roman were this close, he was trying to spend time with you outside of his sisterâs tutoring.
âŠand youâd turned him down.
When he took a step back, he finally spoke again.
âLooking for the bathroom?â
You wondered how he knew that, but you surmised that it was a good guess. After all, it was the middle of the night, and you were roaming the corridors with a tampon in hand. At your nod, he slowly smiled at you, something mocking in it as he reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder.
âItâs over here,â he told you. âYouâll get lost without me.â
His voice was smooth, tone almost gentle, and it was like that awkward and startling moment had never even happened. His touch was light on your arm as he guided you through the darkness, and as uncomfortable as Roman made you, in your predicament, you didnât have much choice but to follow his lead. The muffled sound of rain was all that surrounded you, and when Roman finally reached what looked like the bathroom, you relaxed.
âThey say sex helps with thatâŠâ
You paused, looking at the rich boy, and his visage was serious.
âThe cramps,â he continued with a raise of his brows as if you didnât know what he was getting at.
âSo, Iâve heard,â you said after some time, unsure of how to even respond to that.
When you walked into the bathroom, you were shocked by the feel of Roman ripping the tampon out of your hand. The light from the bathroom lit up the hallway behind him, the darkness on the edge of the doorway making him lookâŠominous. His gaze was unreadable, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
âYouâre not funny,â you told him, reaching for it, but he only held it out of reach. âRomanâŠâ
You stumbled back when he crossed the threshold, blocking the doorway completely, and irritated and in pain, you were losing your patience for his game. He could be such a child sometimes, demanding attention at the worst moment possible, and you grabbed the tampon with a quickness. Only, Roman held onto it too, and he pushed at your hand, forcing you back in the process.
His green irises glinted under the light.
âRomanâŠâ
You words died in the air when his hand slid to wrap around your wrist like earlier, and you felt your heartâŠdrop.
The way he stared at you, something about it was terrifying, and his eyes started to appear almost unfocused. His hand tightened, and you winced, and you were just about to say his name again when the sound of the door clicking shut reached your ears. You blinked, looking behind him, unaware that heâd forced you both so far into the bathroom with enough room to kick the door shut. Like the first day you came face to face with him again, you felt paralyzed, trapped under the crushing weight of his gaze, and you could feel your heart speed up.
His hold on your arm prevented you from moving when he kissed you.
You were in shock, feeling wholly out of control that you just stood there, unable to quite feel his lips on yours. You felt crowded by him, forced to hold still lest you provoke something impulsive, and you didnât even register just how painful his hold on your wrist became. You only blinked when the stabbing pain deep in the pit of your stomach reminded you of your plight.
Pulling away, you pushed at his chest.
âRoman, what the hell?â
Your lower back painfully met the sink, and you simultaneously tried to lean away and push him away too. His other hand snaked around your neck, your head harshly pressing against the mirror, and you whined in frustration. His lithe frame found a home between your kicking legs, and your panic seized you when he kissed you again.
Fighting against Roman felt like a lost causeâhe was stronger than he looked.
The kiss felt hungry, like he was trying to devour you, and you whined again as he pressed you against the sink more. The hand on your wrist kept your arm outstretched, and he let out a sound in between the kiss that sounded somewhat like a hiss. His breathing was heavy too, and when he finally let your neck go, there was no sense of relief.
You pushed at him as he pulled at your pants, and they were barely to your knees when Roman suddenly dropped. One hand on your leg kept you from moving, the other preoccupied with getting the other out of the borrowed pajamas. Horror and confusion were battling within you, and all you could manage to do was hit at the wall when he dipped his head between your thighs.
Horrifying and bloody circumstances aside, you didnât want this.
You cried out his name, throat tightening, and your free leg banged against the sink cabinet. One of his hands had a death grip on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin so harshly you knew it would bruise. He kept it pushed away, practically flat against the counter, the stretch burning in a way that made you wince. However, the feel of his tongue between your legs made for a confusing reaction.
Your head was spinning at the feel of his tongue sliding along your bloody folds, lips completely covering your mound as he sucked at you. Your eyes rolled, and it was hard to focus on the true nature of what was going on. Your toes curled under his ministrations, and your nails scraped against the wall and counter top.
âRoman, stop,â you choked out, heart beating wildly in your chest.
You finally pushed at his chest, whining in both pain and pleasure when he refused to move, only lapping at you harder. Your stomach was tightening for more reasons than one, now, and despite the cold season and cold mansion, you felt so hot. Too hot.
Roman hooked his arm under your thigh, yanking you down further, and you were in too much of an awkward and painful position to properly fight back. When your nails dug into his face, his other arm wrapped around your free leg, forcing that one where he wanted it to be too. You couldnât even grapple with the full circumstances of Roman with his face between your legs during that time of the month, reaching out at the wall and counter in panic when he fell back, taking you with him.
Unable to move, you were forced to sit on his face, hands pushing against the wall behind him as a means to get free. That tightening in your gut was accompanied with a pleasant burn, now, and your breath hitched, lashes fluttering at that tightening coil, shrinking more and more until it had no choice but to release, making you gasp when it did.
The moan you let out was unlike anything youâd heard from yourself, shocked at the strain in your voice. You couldnât breathe fast enough, sucking in air with a swimming vision. In Romanâs greedy consumption of you, his hold loosened, and you didnât hesitate to push yourself off of him. You were still shaking, the remnants of your orgasm gripping you, and your eyes were wide as you looked at Roman. He laid on the floor with parted lips, slowly blinking in wonder as he ran his hands through his hair.
The entire bottom half of his face was covered in your blood.
You felt frozen, unsure of how to even process what had just happened. You were so confused and disturbed and scared, staring at Roman like he was something not of this world, and when you finally shifted, thatâs when he seemed to remember your presence, green eyes landing on you with a quickness that made you freeze up, as if trying to make yourself as small as possible.
Your scream rang throughout the bathroom when he lunged for you.
Romanâs bloody face was all you could focus on as he hovered over you, pushing his cock into you over and over again. Every time his hips met yours, your chest arched up against his, back curving and eyes rolling. Roman was so silent that you wouldâve swore he was possessed, but there was an awareness in his green gaze that told you he was anything but.
His hands held yours down, dark brown hair hanging into his forehead. On the off chance that he smiled, it was a bloody one, and it scared you more than anything. The bathroom floor was cool against your naked back, and through the haze of Romanâs assault, you realizedâwith reluctanceâthat the feel of his cock driving in and out of you was indeed helping with your cramps.
The inside of your thighs were a bloody mess, much like his face, and as disgusting as it was, it was the least of your worries. Roman was a lot of things, annoyingly arrogant above all else, but you never pegged him for a rapist. A freak, maybe, yes, but a rapist? No. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud in the bathroom, and so focused on the feel of him plunging into you, you couldnât even pinpoint when the storm had ended.
You cried out, tears spilling over as you pressed your hands against the hood of his car. You kept trying to push yourself up, but Romanâs determined hands kept shoving you back down. The moon was hidden by the clouds, no visible light shining down on his assault, a hand of his twisted at the nape of your neck.
You pressed your nails against his vehicle, and that was when he yanked you back, lips at your ear.
âDonât scratch the fucking paint,â Roman spat, sounding very mad by the mere thought, and you insulted him several times over behind closed lips.
Youâd tried to quit after that horrific stormy night in which Roman raped you on the bathroom floor. Youâd given Olivia Godfrey every excuse in the book and tried to gently let Shelley down many times over, but the single matriarch simply wouldnât hear it. She rolled her eyes in that coquettish way she tended to do, a soft smirk on her pink lips. Or sheâd simply laugh you off, a sharp ânonsenseâ soon to follow.
âAm I not paying you enough? Do you want more?â
âItâs not about the money,â youâd replied.
No amount of money in the world could possibly make up for the sick deviant that was her son.
After he came inside of you, breathless and satisfied, heâd dragged you crying and kicking all the way to his room. Any fight from you was immediately squashed down, and you didnât know if Roman had snorted a few lines of coke or what, but no one was more shocked than you when he pushed you onto his bed, determined to continue what heâd started in the bathroom.
Youâd been a dazed and abused mess when you snuck out in the early hours of the morning, half dressed and still bleeding. It hadnât been Roman that came for you, but Olivia instead, talks of obligations and Shelley. No amount of refusal had deterred her, and you got the strangest feeling that the older woman fully knew the extent of just how her son felt about you.
You felt trapped.
By kind and sweet Shelley who broke your heart to leave, by Olivia who wanted to spoil her son with his new plaything of choice, and most of all by Roman who decided he had to have something once he wanted it. The last time youâd tried to quit, Olivia merely waved you off with a soft laugh, and when you turned around, none other than Roman had been at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
It was how you found yourself in his car, no choice but to let him drive you home. You hadnât uttered a word to him since that night, and as you very well knew⊠Roman hated to be ignored. He was going to command your attention one way or another, and you hadnât even heard him open his door after you, following close behind until his hands were on you and pushing you down onto his car.
Your forehead grazed the vehicle as he plunged his cock into you, stretching you out in your driveway for anyone to see. The embarrassment of such a thought was what kept you quiet, tears kissing your cheeks as you were forced to take his thrusts. His jeans were pulled down just enough to give him room to fuck you as he wanted, your own pants down around your ankles while he rutted into you.
When Roman came, he pressed his face into your hair, breathing you in with deep inhales. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, and you sniffed, shakily reaching up to wipe your face. Roman remained where he was for a few moments too long, just basking in the feel of you wrapped around him, and after some time, he let out a low chuckle.
It was a disturbing sound.
âI havenât stopped thinking about this pussy since that nightâŠâ he breathed, finally pulling away.
You felt him right himself, and he was rough in doing the same to you, pulling your pants up. Once done, he rested his hands on your hips, remaining close and leaning in.
âQuit trying to quit,â he harshly said. âMy sister really likes you, and if you hurt her feelings, Iâll make you choke on it.â
You stumbled back when he finally pulled away to make his way to the driverâs seat. You wrapped your arms around yourself, struggling to swallow as you accepted the truth in his words. You believed him wholeheartedly, and you trembled from more than just the cold as you watched him speed away in that fancy red car.
You knew that you wouldnât be getting much sleep, and you hated how right you were when you were staring at your ceiling hours later. Like the day after that night, youâd scrubbed yourself until you felt raw, but even still, you could feel his hands on you. Those long fingers that were more reminiscent of spider legs than limbs.
Roman Godfrey was equally rotten inside as he was beautiful.
You discovered just how rotten only a week later when he was holding you down for the umpteenth time, a wicked smile on his lips just before leaning down. The sharp pain where your shoulder and neck met made you jerk beneath him, and beneath the cover of darkness, you just knew that the strong smell that hit your nose was blood.
You didnât think it was possible for Roman to horrify you any more.
âŠbut he did, and you screamed, and he only held you tighter. He was resting comfortably between your parted legs, fitting snuggly inside of you as he made a pulling sensation with his mouth. You squirmed beneath him, fighting and pushing back as much as you could, but he wasnât deterred. You could feel his hips jerk, a gasp escaping you as he thrust into you to the hilt.
Your hands clawed at his bedding, the sound of tearing fabric reaching your ears above the low moans that left Roman. When he got his fill, you were a sobbing mess, reaching up to clutch your neck as he curved his hips into yours. You could feel some of your blood drip onto you from his mouth, and when his bloody lips met yours, you gagged.
Your disbelief was forced to be suspended with the unfortunate truth that was right in front of you. You didnât really care about what was possible or not in that moment, only wanting to get away from him. Roman seemed entertained with your struggle, fighting with your hands as he fucked you, a tight grip on your wrist. The other hand danced down your body, light touches and skin grazes along the way.
âLook at me,â he murmured, drunk off the taste of you. âLook at me.â
His bloody hand on your face forced you to do just that, and his calm voice stopped you from shaking. Even in the dark, it was like his green irises were all you could see, and the color was so calmingâso soothingâthat when he told you to relaxâŠyou did.
You felt so at ease as he slowly thrust into you, pulling out until only the tip of him remained before pushing all the way back in again. The feel made you sighed, and Roman sighed too, a soft hum escaping him. Deep in the back of your mind, you were still terrified of the dark-haired boy, but despite that, you just felt so calm.
âGood,â he softly purred. âGood girl.â
One of his hands rested on the headboard above you, the other pressed into the pillow beside your head. You were so relaxed that all you could do was stare up at him as he surged over you again and again, retreating with every pull of his hips and driving forward with every thrust. Relaxed, you were more able to focus on the sound of his cock sinking into you, the squelching noise reaching your ears as your body fought to cling to him and keep him from leaving each and every time.
Dazedly, you reached up to touch your neck again, the smell of blood strong, and as you lifted your hand to look at it, Roman leaned down to cover your fingers with his mouth. The hum that met your ears was one of appreciation, and when you came for the first time that night, you were met with another.
âYouâve had enough?â he wondered, hand pressed into your stomach as he drove his hips against yours. ââŠor you want more from daddy?â
His voice was low and gruff, strained with emotion as he basked in the tight and warm feel of you. It didnât really matter what your answer would be for Roman had already decided to fuck you well into the night as he wished. When you came for a final time, his hands were leaving bruises into your hips, and you were ripping his sheets apart.
The woods of Hemlock Grove seemed extra thick and hazardous tonight, as if it was their sole purpose to slow you down and trap you for him.
Bite marks and bruises littered your skin for months before you finally cracked. Months of walking into The Godfrey Mansion with fear, tutoring Shelley and distracted the entire time by thoughts of Roman. Wondering when heâd come to collect you, what corner he might pop out of, when you might feel the brush of his touch along your shoulder. You didnât stay for dinner anymore, unable to sit across from Roman and have him stare you down as he reminisced on the feel of you coming around him, bleeding and broken.
Olivia Godfrey pretended not to notice Roman shadowing you like a ghost, like a grim reaper come to collect what he felt he was owed. She smiled that coy smile and waved around those waifish arms, all the while nursing a cigarette or a drink, fully aware of what her spoiled son got up to under the cover of darkness when no one could see your abuse at his hands.
Your last period had been your last straw, shuddering at the memory of Roman keeping you prisoner on top of him as he ate you out so long that it started to grow painful at some point. When he finally sank into youâin more ways than oneâyou couldnât even try to enjoy it, too overstimulated to the point where you kept trying to get away.
Roman was sound asleep when you ran.
âŠbut he was wide awake in time to run after you.
You truly didnât even know where you were going, so set on just getting away from the terrifying boy that you just let your feet carry you. The biting air cut at your skin, and the leaves crunched beneath you. It was only moments ago when his voice had rang through the trees, your name bouncing off of the trunks as he desperately called for you.
âI can smell you!â
That fact did not deter you, sure that you could escape him. Every whip of a branch cut into you, and you knew the blood that you felt was the very same blood he smelled. The steep inclines and downward slopes of Hemlock Grove slowed you down, tiring you out, and your chest hurt from your harsh sobs. You had just pulled yourself up a small hill when you fell to the ground.
You were not alone.
âY/N,â Roman snarled, a guttural edge to his voice that made you cry harder. âGet back here!â
He screamed it so passionately and loudly that it actually made you wince, and your vision was blurred from your tears as you clawed at the ground, fighting to get away from him. His fingers dug into your pants, preventing you from moving as much as you wanted, and despite the fact that you knew no one would come, you screamed for help when he crawled up your body.
He slammed your head into the ground, impulsively, and you saw stars in your vision. He succeeded in what he wanted, halting your movements for a time as you fought to collect yourself. In that time, Roman had already covered your frame, chest completely pressed down on your back. His hand closed around your throat, pulling your head back some.
âDonât be stupid,â he roughly told you, lips at your ear. âDonât be fucking stupid.â
You clawed at the dirt and leaves as his other hand reached beneath you, sliding into your pants with ease and cupping you. He made a noise of appreciation at the feel, and as Roman told you that youâd never escape him, he sank his teeth into your neck.
p-panty thief roman godfrey?? i honestly can't pick between fairy!reader or bimbo!reader but i wanna pick fairy!reader lol bc there's no fics on her yet. i think roman actually steals a girl's panties in the show?? i love him sm. im rambling. stay hydrated!! tysm!!!
fairy!reader x roman godfrey
summary: roman knows he can get away with anything and everything, including breaking into your house to steal your panties
cw .á nsfw, pervy roman
ê° notes ê± he does!! my lil creep <3 thank u for the req bb!!!!
should have never told him where you lived, not that he couldnât have found it without the information direct from your mouth.
romanâs worst trait? knowing he can get away with absolutely anything. his surname alone got him out of anything, and if that didnât work a wad of cash always would. barely needed to use his âcreepy eye thingâ these days.
especially not with you. you let roman get away with murder. mainly because you were too fuckinâ stupid to ever pay enough attention to what he was actually doing.
you could have been home when he climbed through the window and not even questioned it.
but he knew you wouldnât be. he waited until you were out, probably shopping somewhere. âcause what else do girls do?
silly girl didnât even lock her windows. itâs almost like you wanted him to break in. the room smelt like vanilla, probably from the candle you left burning. roman blows it out on his way around the spaceâ see, heâs looking out for you.
he canât stop himself from lifting up your pillow, bringing the silk fabric up to his nose. and oh, whatâs this? what little picture are you hiding underneath? aw. itâs a picture of him. youâre just as much of a creep as he is.
he doesnât care to put things back where he finds them, roman knows youâd never notice anyway. youâll be too busy trying on all the clothes you bought when you get home to realise.
roman starts rooting through your drawers, feeling through every frilly top, every tiny skirt. and ohâ jackpot.
a drawer full of lace, cotton, little bows, the lot. heâd pay an unlimited amount of money to see you in these with his own eyes. but with that picture under your pillow, looks like heâs not too far off that happening.
now, he could take a pair panties from the drawer. but, thatâs not exciting as taking a pair from your laundry. a pair from the drawer he could get anywhere, walk into any department store and walk out with a pair of clean panties.
noâ not good enough. roman wants a pair that have you on them.
and as if they were waiting for him, there the perfect pair sits. placed perfectly on the top of your pile of dirty laundry. evil smirk on his face as he grabs them.
he should leave, pocket the panties and appreciate them at home. but his jeans are already tight and youâre still not home, soâŠ
roman perches on the edge of your bed, buttons quickly undone as he frees himself from the confines of the denim.
his hand is quickly wrapping around the length, the lace fabric brought up to his nose. roman breathes in the scent of you, eyes rolling back as he does.
pumping himself quickly, the smell of you overloading his senses. god, heâd fuckinâ kill to taste you.
roman brings the fabric down to his lap, wrapping the soft lace around the base of him. the feeling so foreign, but itâs youâ the idea alone has roman leaking, the precum dripping onto the fabric.
he can barely bite back the groans that threaten to escape him, as he watches himself mix in with the remains of you. the fabric is brought back up to his nose, eyes rolling back at your scent.
he canât control how quickly he finishes, spilling out over your perfect silk sheets. aiming for the pillow he aimlessly threw back down onto your bed, revelling in the idea youâll be sleeping next to his fluid. silly girl wonât even notice the stain.
the panties on his nose are quickly shoved into his jeans pockets before he zips up the fly. pillow thrown back over to the side you sleep on, standing up as he walks back toward the window.
âwhat ya doinâ here, romey?â
oh shit.
he spins on his heels, meeting your eyes, and ohâ he was right. arms full of shopping bags. his mouth opens to attempt an explanation, but he doesnât need to.
âyou wanna see the clothes i bought?â god, youâre too fucking trusting for your own good.