In the Arms of Danger

Comfort

~~Your Pov~~

"No! Don't touch me!" You cry as you kick at a black figure with your good leg in hopes to shake it off.

You scream when it manages to grab your ankle, pulling you from out under the bed you're trying to hide under. You try to cling to the bed but one strong tug from it and you're being drug backwards. You whimper and claw at the shadow's wrist when it grabs you by the hair and drags you into the air and holds you face level with it. Tears stream down your cheeks as it looks at you with a crazed look in its eyes, trying to claw it's hand enough to make it let go of you.

"I can't wait to devour your soul," It says with a sneer.

"No! No please," You gasp as a black hand wraps around your throat. "Stop."

"You've had so many lucky breaks. I think it's time you failed for once!" It roars, a mouth with sharp teeth opening before descending upon your head.

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You jerk awake screaming bloody murder, gasping and panting when a loud thud catches your attention.

"What's wrong?! Where is it?!" Bob snarls, his knife glinting in the bit of moonlight filtering through the window after he manages to get back to his feet.

Your voice just cracks when you try to say your words but nothing comes out. You take in a shaky breath when a sob suddenly shoots through your throat. You wrap your arms around yourself as you feel yourself break completely. You're ashamed of yourself when Bob's sudden hug makes you feel better, the slight throb from your ankle getting pushed from your mind. However, you pay no attention to the previous situation you're in because you just don't care. The chain has been off for weeks after all. You feel so relieved to have him holding you. You crave it even! You calm after a while and Bob pulls you to lay down on the bed again with him.

You squirm and roll around so you can bury your face into his chest. Just as always his copper smell that mingles with his cologne comforts you and helps you relax back down. You really are crazy aren't you? This man really is your everything.

"What was it this time?" He asks, his large hand gently rubbing up and down your back. 

"It killed me again," You gasp quietly. "This is driving me nuts. It's the same figure over and over again but I don't know who or what it is. I'm an awful excuse for a partner and there's others that would be perfect with you. My nightmares are so stupid."

"Y/N, no one will EVER be more perfect to me than you. I swear I will always protect. You are my everything," He hisses out, pulling back and grabbing your chin. "I love you and everything that comes with you. Nightmares and all."

He presses his lips to yours when you look up at him, melting into the deep and gentle kiss. You slide your arms up and around his neck, pulling him closer. You deepen the kiss and his tongue shoots its way into your mouth, moaning softly as your hands find their way into his hair. You bury your hands into the softness of it, tugging at it as desire fills you. This was wrong. Wrong on so many levels and you know this, but you don't care. Bob is your everything. So what if he kills people? You all have your faults.

"Fuck darlin'," Bob gasps out, his voice deep and husky in your ear.

"Just fuck me," You snarl, smashing a needy kiss to his lips.

He rolls both of you over and pins you into the mattress. He throws off the sweater you stole from him from your body, not caring where it ends up. He shoves his clothes off as fast as he can as well. Your leg wraps around his waist when he slams his full length inside of you, groaning at the way he stretches you and your nails scrape down his back as he moves. Each thrust is firm and deliberate, his pace agonizingly slow. You just want him to pound you into this damn mattress!