#Dammit bunny you're taller than me

[themidnightfox]

6'5

Funky concept - your height reversed is how tall you’d be as a cryptid/fantasy creature   ✌️

[acetheripper]

Shhhh... Just take this-

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"H-Hey! Stop! Let me go!! Where are you taking me!?" Jack yelled as the wind urged him deeper into the woods near where Jamie lived. He had been visiting Jamie right as summer was ending and he was waking up for the year. He had found that he was starting to hibernate basically during the spring and summer months and he switched between sleeping in North's office, Tooth's spare bedroom, and Bunny's fields, much to the rabbit's irritation. But right after he had said later to Jamie, the wind was urging him into the woods. It had been several years after the fight with Pitch and everyone had been healing and trying to get back to business as usual. Jack had tried to fight the hurt when Pitch was taken away as they had their strained relationship, despite many nights sleeping together both in bed and intimately. The wind urging him to the same woods Pitch had vanished to was hurting him at first, but now that the wind had gotten harsher and more insistent with no answer, he got angry. "Let go dammit!! He's not there!" He snapped. He grabbed a branch nearby and dug his staff into the ground to stop him from moving and glared at where the wind was coming from. "I said stop!!" He snapped and the wind shoved him harder, blowing him not far away from where the hole where Pitch's lair had been. "What is your deal!?" He snapped, not really expecting an answer. His face widened when he finally heard a voice in the wind. It sounded youthful and like a girl as it hissed. "Just go! Check him!" Jack frowned as he sat up taller and stared at the direction the wind came from and it seemed the pressure of the wind died down to a breeze.

"You... You talk?" He asked.

"I'll explain later. Just go." She urged and Jack frowned.

"Are you... Are you the wind?" He asked.

"Yes. But I'll explain more later. Just know I've followed you since you first woke." She replied and the wind pushed Jack towards the hole and Jack didn't fight this time.

'"Do you have a name?" He asked and the wind paused.

"My real name is Emily. That's all you need to know now. Please go check on him." She replied and the wind went silent. Jack frowned at the wind before shrugging and diving into the hole. It already hurt seeing the lair empty and barren, not even a single Nightmare to be seen. Jack looked around the lair and flew around, not seeing any sign of the man other than some dust and sand on the floor that crunched under his bare feet.

"H... Hello?" He called softly, unsure of himself being there. He was already hurting at knowing the man he gave his virginity to and loved deeply had turned evil and vanished without a trace. Yes, it was weird the hole appeared suddenly, but he was sure it was because Pitch had left it that way. He continued to explore the lair, looking around, and started to wonder if Emily had just been messing with him. "Hello?? Pitch? Are you here?" He called softly. He didn't get an answer still, and just as Jack was ready to turn around and leave, he heard a soft groaning near a closed door and Jack flew over to it, knocking on the door with his staff. "Hello?" He called softly.

"Oh great... They're now mimicking his voice... I told you to leave me alone... He's not coming..." The raspy voice called. Jack frowned and slowly opened the door. He didn't know what he was expecting, but Pitch drunk on the bed wasn't one of them. Jack slowly flew over to Pitch cautiously and gently tapped him with his staff, a gentle breeze blowing through the room. "Oh good... Now you're mimicking my daughter again... I won't fall for that again... Mimicking her, mimicking Jack... It's not going to make me change my mind..." He groaned. Jack frowned and poked Pitch with the staff a few times with confusion.

"Pitch? What are you doing?" He asked. Pitch slowly lifted his head to look at Jack and frowned at the boy, his eyes unfocused, but green was surrounding his normally gold eyes, giving him an almost Hazel eye color. Pitch stared at Jack for a few seconds before scoffing and laying back down and turning his head away.

"Gonna make me hallucinate too? You've gotten better..." He grumbled. Jack frowned a bit and nudged Pitch again, this time with his hand.

"Pitch. Talk to me... What is up with you?" He asked. Pitch just scoffed again and didn't move.

"Don't play dumb... You know why I'm not falling for that..." He grumbled. Jack got annoyed at not getting any answers, so he snatched Pitch up by his cloak and pulled him to look at him, the man's body falling limply into his arms.

"Pitch! Snap out of it and talk to me!" He snapped, glaring at the man. Pitch looked up at Jack and frowned, his eyes trying to focus on Jack.

"You feel real like him too..." He slurred, holding Jack's shoulders to keep him still. Jack grit his teeth glared at Pitch and slapped him across the face, albeit, probably a little too hard for someone who looked like he was mentally beating himself up.

"Get ahold of yourself, dammit!!" He snapped and it seemed like Pitch finally sobered up. He groaned in pain and leaned back, rubbing his cheek.

"God... There was no need to hit me to get your point across..." He grumbled as he looked up and his eyes weren't as glazed over. He stared at Jack with furrowed eyebrows and tried to make out shapes before his eyes widened and he stared at the boy in shock. "Jack... You're here..." He mumbled.

"I've been here, but thanks for finally noticing me. What the hell was that about?" Jack demanded, leaning against his staff and folding his arms over his chest. Pitch frowned before laying back down on the bed and tossing a bottle at the boy, who quickly caught it and looked at it.

"Drinking away my sorrows. Thinking of you. What I did wrong... My past... At some point, I got drunk, didn't know I could still and could hear the Fearlings... Didn't think you could see thenm since they were basically fused with the Nightmares..." He replied, lying on the bed.

"Actually, I can feel them, but that's a story for another day. You have a daughter?" He asked, frowning.

"Had... I don't know where she went... " He replied, waving his hand like he was dismissing the boy.

"What was her name?" Jack asked, suddenly insanely curious about this mystery missing daughter of the man that had been his lover and enemy.

"Emily... Her name was Emily..." He replied, pulling a locket out of his coat pocket and throwing it at Jack. Jack caught it with a frown and slowly opened it, looking at the picture and his eyes widened at the picture, seeing a man that looked like Pitch with a woman and a girl that seemed very familiar. He stared at the locket with wide eyes, feeling like he was seeing a part of his past he never knew.

"Nightlight!! Come play with me!"

"Nightlight, you're gonna fall!"

"Nightlight... Thank you... For loving my dad... And being there for me..."

"Nightlight... I love you..."

"Nightlight!"

"Nightlight!"

"Nightlight-"

Jack could only hear a girl's voice and then a familiar man's voice before his vision went blurry and the world began to spin until everything went dark and Jack fell over, passing out to Pitch's cries of concern.

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I wasn't expecting this to be so long, but I liked what I did and I'm tempted to make a longer version on AO3, but what do you think.

I blame @gilly-moon and @harleyshahas for this 🤣

And the fact that I was relistening to the Frozen soundtrack and remembered a genderbent version of Elsa lol

[punks-never-die205]

Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 7: Ratted Out

"Are you sure, brat?" Eustass asks for the hundredth time.

"Yes dad, I'm sure." You snap back as he's carrying you down the gangplank to avoid any accidents with the heels. You feel his body twitch and he growls. "You almost dropped me," you grin wickedly.

"Don't ever call me that again, short stack." He tries to growl, but there was more embarrassment in his voice than anything else.

"Aye, aye Captain." You reply in a sing-song voice, doing your best to suppress a laugh.

Killer's with you, he wasn't any more comfortable with this plan, but he wasn't going to cold shoulder the entire process. You had both talked it over extensively and worked through some back up plans in case things went sideways. Killer even helped you practice avoiding being kissed while being right next to someone, though the hardest part of that training was successfully turning away from him.

"I think I'm older than you anyway." You admit as he set you down on level ground.

"You are," Killer responds.

"Eh?" Kid growls and leans down toward you. "You're barely tall enough to be twelve, short stack."

You roll your eyes. "I'm taller than that, and I'm 23, Captain."

Kid's checks flush and he sighs. "Ah, dammit. Whatever – Hip! Hop! Keep an eye on the brat and carry 'er back bodily if you have to."

Hip and Hop salute in an exaggerated manner, "Aye, aye Captain!" They're in plain clothes, not their usual punk attire.

"One more time, before you go." Kid commands.

"Enter casino, play aloof for a bit, approach Nezumi, flirt with Nezumi, lift Nezumi's wallet and hand it off to either Hip or Hop, whoever manages to pass by at the right time. Distract Nezumi while they make a copy, return Nezumi's wallet, excuse myself and bail." You repeat the plan without a hitch. "Just a bored bunny who decided to leave the casino for the day."

You smirk. The idea of you flirting with Nezumi causes everyone to make a face. "You're all a lot more uncomfortable with this than I am."

"I'm worried he'll try to kiss you and Killer will murder him before we can finish the job."

"Killer helped me practice avoiding that scenario."

"Practice... killing him?" Eustass asks, genuinely concerned.

You laugh, and Killer's shoulders shake silently. Hip pipes up, "That's better than practicing kissing him."

"You're all awful," you laugh. "No, no, to practice avoiding being kissed without being obvious about it. Geez."

You blow a kiss to Killer as you walk toward town, and maybe you do sway your hips just a little more than you needed to.

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Everything was going according to plan so far. You'd caught Nezumi's eye, and then let yourself be invited into his space. You even got his wallet handed off to Hop. The only problem now was that it was very difficult to be around Nezumi.

You plied this man with drinks, distracted him with games, and even gave him a decent shoulder rub, and that was just to loosen him up enough to snag his wallet in the first place. His guard escorts were almost completely plastered at this point too, so that was a mark in the win column. Nezumi himself, however, seemed to be really good at holding his liquor, and that was fast becoming a problem.

Because of how alcohol can effect reaction times and judgement, you didn't do a lot of partaking in your life. For better or worse, you were a lightweight, and that was not a good pairing with Nezumi's iron liver.

Even with a little tilt in your step, you still clocked Hip coming by and snagged the wallet from the exchange smoothly. You convinced Nezumi to take a shot after a particularly good roll of the dice, and with a slight exaggeration in your own level of drunkenness you smacked his butt with a good upward swing, and dropped his wallet on the ground right behind him.

"Oh, goodness!" You giggle swaying a bit as Nezumi sputters into shot. Points for staying composed, it was the first time you'd touched him since the afternoon began. "My apologies, Mr. Marine, but I seemed to have knocked something out of your pocket with that slap. I just couldn't help myself. Any. Longer."

Pick up your wallet you rodent, this is making me sick. Or the drinks might be. You're already tempted to clean out Victoria's stock of hard spirits to ensure you couldn't recall anything about this day.

"No worries, my little bunny, quite alright." Nezumi purrs, picking up his wallet and putting it into a pocket without even looking at it. Sucker.

As expected, Nezumi becomes a little more handsy after you open the proverbial door by smacking his rear that hard. It was less the man – well, it was still him – but his breath reeked of alcohol, and the scent of it was making your stomach churn worse. Some part of you thought a perfect end to this charade would be hurling directly onto him, but the idea was to not make the day stick in his mind too strongly.

"I'll be right back," you slur a little harder than you mean to. "I need to freshen up a bit." And maybe drink a gallon of water. Where is this coming from?

"Are you alright, my cute little bun-bun?"

"Mm, of course Mr. Marine, I jus'... just..." Your head really spins, but not so much you didn't notice the smirk on Nezumi's face. "Mr. Mah-rine, I 'hink you did some-tin." Your body was more mush than your head and you sink into Nezumi's arms.

"Mmm, to your drink? I sure did, little Miss CP9."

Oh fuck.

"Mr. Marine I'm nah-a-sleepy-pie." You roll your head and lean back. Nezumi might have you drugged, but he wasn't all that strong. "I'm jus' a bunny HOP!" You put your arms up like a proper drunk and yelped Hop's name as loud as you can. You giggle and sway more. If this bastard was going to try and drag you away, you weren't going to make it easy for him.

"Unfortunately for you, I remember you directly." Nezumi assures you, and you feel your stomach drop and your blood go cold. You would've sobered up if all that was in you was alcohol, but whatever he spiked your drink with was intense. "You might have only been 12 or 14 at the time, but you were a striking sight to behold."

Fuck.

"So, we're going to leave quietly, and you're going to tell me why CP9 is sending someone to assassinate me of all people." Nezumi shifts you against him to help you walk.

Okay, good news. The rat doesn't know that you're a pirate, or that you've snagged his codes. He thinks you're here on official business. Of course he would, CP9 wasn't going to advertise to anyone that you had defected 7 years ago. They wouldn't admit an error like that unless absolutely necessary.

You wave a hand behind yourself, hoping to call off any forthcoming help from Hip and Hop. You might be able to sloppily talk your way out of this.

"Lied," you manage. "'bout Arlong." You felt Nezumi's body tense before he manages to set you down on a mostly isolated couch. "Why?"

"Of course I lied about dealing with Arlong." Nezumi hisses. "Ex-Sun pirates? In the East Blue? East Blue was supposed to be an easy life, and it was."

You thought hard about what you'd learned the last few weeks, traveling with the Kid Pirates. Oh, the other rookies, the only ones from East Blue. "Straw hat."

Nezumi's nose twitches. "That wretch."

You thought idly about needing to play poker against Nezumi if the opportunity arose. He would be terribly easy to bankrupt.

Okay, so Nezumi was living the high life in the East Blue. Arlong and his crew didn't mess that up, but the Straw hats did. The light comes on in your head despite the drug-induced fog.

"You were getting' paid off." You murmur. Now it made sense why Nezumi was so intent to get you out of the picture. Sure, CP9 dealt with corruption in the Marines. Some of it at least. Not enough of it, as far as you were concerned, and worse sometimes you dealt with good marines who had the bad luck to learn too much.

Either whatever Nezumi gave you was wearing off, or you were recovering because you were slumped into the couch and not wasting any energy holding yourself up. Whatever the case may be, hopefully the end result would be enough to count. You twist, lolling to one side and then letting the momentum help you to your feet.

Throwing yourself at Nezumi wasn't ideal, but you needed the support. Your senses were dulled, but Nezumi had still drank an impressive amount of booze himself. You grab his collar and whisper into his ear as angrily as you could.

"Step out of line again and I will be back." You're very proud that there wasn't any slurring in your words for the brief exchange.

Leaning back, you yanked the two of you together again and slam your forehead into the bridge of Nezumi's nose with all the force you can muster. It wouldn't have been enough to effect a tested fighter, but you earned a satisfactory crunch from Nezumi and manage to keep your feet under you. He slumps a bit, but wasn't completely out, so you decide to clock him with a punch that almost takes you to the floor with him.

These actions were garnering attention, and so you let yourself stumble before animatedly slurring at Nezumi's slumped body.

"Don' go ashin' me to 'make bunnies' wit you... joo, you Rat-scale!" Hopefully that was at least enough to make anyone around figure he deserved it. "Rude... d-drunk."

Oh gods your head was really swimming now. That was maybe not the best option of attack you could've gone with. You hold your head and realize you had blood on your face. Probably Nezumi's from crashing into him like that. You wipe a hand across it and do nothing but make yourself look utterly terrifying.

You stumble away from the couch and Hop comes up to you.

"Drug," you manage, leaning against her. "Help."

"C'mon girl, let's get you cleaned up." Hop helps you steady yourself, but it's really difficult to walk, even with Hip's eventual added help.

"Shit, brat, is that your blood?" Hip asks as you all clear out of the casino.

"Nergggh." You try to at least shake your head.

"We need to get you to House."

"Well, that's gonna be delayed." Hop grouses as you all came to a stop.

Your vision is blurry beyond saving, but it didn't take seeing much to realize you're surrounded by the white and blue of marine uniforms. It made sense – no matter the circumstances, you assaulted a Marine Captain in a public space. Before you had time to consider any possible options all hell broke loose on the streets.

Weapons were yanked out of people's hands, and what looked to be most of the crew flooded into the streets and attacked the marines. Hip and Hop went back to dragging you toward the Victoria Punk as chaos continued behind you. It was impossible to know what the Marines were going to think of this. If they assumed you three were crew members, or just casino bunnies being ignored by a crew more focused on the armed marines all around.

Whatever the case it was irrelevant at this point, by the time you got back to the ship Reck had to lift you up completely to get you into House's medical bay. Thanks to House's knowledge, you were mostly okay by the time everyone else returned to the ship. The Victoria was moved to a new location on the island, and the big four were in the medical room with you.

Thankfully House cleaned you up inside and out because you can't imagine how everyone would've reacted to blood all over your face. Whether it was yours or not.

"What happened?" Killer questions. He'd been by your side since he came in, holding your hand or helping House, or moving enough to stay out of her way. But after being sure you were okay he didn't ask about anything else until the others arrived.

"Nezumi recognized me. Like, from nine years ago kind of recognized me." You almost snort when you laugh thinking about, squeezing Killer's hand reassuringly. "He thought I was there to punish him for taking bribes from the Arlong Pirates."

"CP9 does stuff like that?" Kid questions.

"Eh, kind of. Officially yes, in practice less so." You admit. "I managed to give him a warning, but because it was in a public location the marines learned about it. If I'd been on my own, I would've been in interrogation answering questions. I might have been able to talk my way out of it without bringing all of CP9 down on the island after me." Your head throbs. House's remedy had cleared you up, but the cure and the drug were still duking it out in your system.

"I can't believe that rat drugged me."

You felt Killer twitch and realize that House hadn't had a chance to give these guys a proper report. You grab onto his arm, and tug a bit, to make sure he doesn't go running off. There was apparently enough concern on your face that Heat and Wire laugh, and even Kid smirks.

Killer sighs, but he doesn't pull away either.

"So that's why things went sideways." Kid muses.

"Yeah. I thought at first that he knew I had defected and was going to turn me in. Once I realized what he was really worried about I waved Hop away and tried to talk things through, but... whatever he'd slipped into my drink was really messing with my head. My motor skills were shot all to hell too. I managed to break his nose with a headbutt and-."

Eustass was really laughing now, "Seriously, Short stack, I'm sorry I missed that!"

"It wasn't that impressive, I had to deck him one afterward. I just hope I rang his bell enough to at least keep him from reporting things." The shiver that went through you involuntarily causes Killer to pat you reassuringly.

"Even if CP9 finds out you're on this crew, we won't let them take you."

"It's a fighting chance at least," you admit. "But never mind things we can't effect – I guess this means we're moving to Plan B?"

Eustass sighs, "Sorry brat, but it looks that way. The codes might still be good, but if they get changed because of the disturbance, then we'd be walking ourselves into a trap. At least with plan B we know what we're standing on from the beginning."

You nod. "Better the devil you know. Well, I think I need a day to get this out of my system, and then I'll be good to go."

"Are you sure?" It was Killer who asks this time, but you still almost call him dad in response.

"I am. Besides, I think if we can adjust the plan a little, it'll be less risk to me exposing my ability." You assure Killer, squeezing his hand before continuing with things. "I know the idea was to rush the gate with the Big Four while the crew come in from the sides, and we should still do that. But I think the split should be more even.

"Heat can lead the west team, Wire the East team. Kid and Killer are still at the main gate, but with their own team – me in it. I can hide in the chaos of more people, and assist Kid without it being so obvious. The louder Kid is, and the more terrifying Killer is, the less likely anyone's gonna look at me." You grab a drink of water while everyone else chews on it for a moment.

"I'm... sorry," you prompt after the silence drags on longer than you expected.

Kid growls and then sighs. "Don't apologize brat, I get it."

"When you're ready to be open about it, then we'll all have your back," Wire says with a smile.

"As long as you know I'm not saying I think you're all weak or somethi-gah!" Kid's ruffling your hair a little harder than expected.

"I. Get. It." He repeats through grit teeth. He might get it, but it was obviously bothering him.

"Aye, aye captain." You reply, trying to un-tussle your hair a little.

Everyone funneled out of the room to let you rest, Killer gently bonking your forehead with his mask before he leaves. You knew you were feeling better when you caught yourself staring at him as he left.

If you'd known then how things were going to go the next day, you wouldn't have let him leave.

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Stability Chapter 5

Otis driftwood x Reader

( I do not own these gifs)

Masterlist is here.

"Did you know that the first artist we saw was Jean-Michel Basquiat?!" You were flipping through the pamphlet from the art show you both had attended with a big smile on your face. You were so happy that Otis had agreed to do something so domestic and innocent with you. " No I didn't little lady did you learn that in your fancy city college you went to?". " I did yup''. You adjusted in your seat a bit, " It says here that their next show is in San Diego California oh wow." " Isn't that where your kin is from?" Otis asked as you both pulled off the road onto a dirt path. " Oh yeah you remember?" You smiled up at him tucking your hair behind your ear. "Have you ever missed California?" He asked turning off the truck and looking at you. " I honestly don't remember it. I've spent so much of my life here in Texas that I barely have any memories of California. The weather was nice though and the beach.". Otis scratched his face and sighed "You know I was always worried that you were going to find some educated college city boy and head back to California one day, piff hell I sometimes worry about that now." His voice got a little quieter at the end as he pulled his gun from under the seat and set it into his pants.

You put the pamphlet down and looked toward him. "Are you serious? How could you say that!?" Your voice raised a little higher than you planned but you were surprised. " Now calm down mama I didn't mean nothing" he pushed open the truck door and after grabbing the large bag of guns from the small back seat. He didn't go any further into what he just said, he wasn't good with that emotional crap. But truth be told he was scared one day this wouldn't be enough for you and that you would want to leave. He wouldn't blame you either, as much as you were a part of this family he knew what kinda family this was, it was chaotic and dysfunctional and maybe you'd want someone educated, younger and more … stable than him. You hopped out the truck after him as he held the bag and shovel.

"Otis I said what do you mean by that '' you hurried behind him struggling to keep up with his long legs. He tossed the bag of guns on the ground and began to dig, you stood there arms crossed staring at him waiting for him to speak. " God damnit woman leave the fuck alone I said I ain't mean nothing by it". " Yeah, except you don't say things just to say it. Why are you thinking that I married you !!! Doesn't that show I'm happy here with you?". He didn't answer, he just dug faster and harder into the ground. Before he could grab the bag of guns you stood in front of them. " Otis stop please I'm trying to talk to you" " just go on and wait in the truck y/n '' he replied, still not looking at you.

You walked closer to him crossing your arms even tighter. " You know what I think this is? A ploy on YOUR END, ONE TO GET RID OF ME". That stopped him in his tracks. He looked up at you all covered in dirt and sweaty, his wife beater sticking to his chest. Dammit why was he so sexy.. you're mad at him, stay strong y/n. " THE FUCK WOMAN " He threw down the shovel and stepped out of the hole he was digging. You backed up still trying to look taller and more intimidating by holding your head up. " Yeah I said it, I think it's some stupid ploy to push me away. Why I don't know I don't know what more you could want from me. I do everything for you. I wash your bloody clothes, I bring you dinner to the art studio. I help you .. you know when I can't stomach it and I've opened my mind to your….. activities. Hell, I've even begun to enjoy them. I'm your sister's best friend, mama loves me. I'm like a daughter to her, she said and Spaulding's like the father I never had. I'm a part of this family, why are you trying to ruin this' '. He said nothing he just started at you, blank eyes and nothing on his face. You threw your hands up in the air in defeat. " I love you Otis ok but I don't deserve to feel insecure I don't I … you know fuck this fuck it whatever." You turned away from him stomping back to the truck in a hurry. You were so annoyed and frustrated how you were supposed to have a stable relationship with him making things so difficult.

He stared at you for a second before heading toward you "y/n Y/N HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU FUCK GET BACK HERE, I SAID HEY GET BACK HERE". You opened the truck door when he beat you to getting inside and slammed the door shut. " Look at me, " he demanded, towering over you. You refused, crossing your arms once again and looking away, you felt your eyes sting with the onset of tears approaching. You felt his large hands touch your face and turn it to face him. You shut your eyes to try and hold back the tears that were threatening to spring from your eyes. " I'm not saying anything like that mamas alright, I fuck sometimes can't believe that someone like you could be happy with someone like me. " You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. " You know you were all I could think about when I was at college Otis" he continued to just stare at you but you could tell he was listening intently. " I was the one that was worried that you were going to find someone closer to your age and that you were just going to see me as a little girl, I was worried that my little silly crush on my best friend's brother was just that, a fantasy. But I couldn't help but remember all the times it was you and I alone. The things we would discuss the movies we would watch the books you would ask me to read out loud." " You know you're the only person I've ever asked to do that" he said lightly stroking your cheek now.. "a lot of the shit I do with you I've never done I just never thought about it, I never thought I could be this soft but you knew how to dig those claws deep and rip out this part of me I thought was dead and buried or maybe never existed."

You smiled and felt the tears starting to emerge. " You know I already knew about half that political shit I came to ask you for help for, I just wanted your point of view and to hear your voice and watch you rant and get all passionate." You chuckled and rested your hand on his. " I had a feeling I knew you were smart as hell but I'm glad you humored me." " I love you y/n there's no way I would ever push you away, if anything I'm afraid you'll try and leave." " Try?" You chuckled a bit " yeah try you think I would let this go? Hm?" He reached round and grabbed your ass hard with his whole hand. " This ass is mine mamas forever". You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. " Yes sir " he lifted you up and moved you to the hood of the truck laying you down on it he unbuckled your pants quickly ripping them down, you hurried to unbuckle his pants and stick your hand into his underwear grabbing him by his shaft. " And this is mine forever." He lowered the rest of his garments and pushed your farther up the hood. He stuck a finger into your wet center, " hmmmm always so ready for me", he removed his large long finger and locked it clean as he lined himself up with your center. You nodded " always ". He pushed into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist..

"Where are you taking us, where are we going?" Roy asked looking back at Otis as the van pressed on. "Man you are not a good listener Hoss I swear I went over all this". Otis looked over toward him while still pointing the gun at Adam "Well I guess it wouldn't do no harm to tell you ..again, let's see ah, we're going to go dig up some guns I buried out here a couple of years ago. " Then what? " Roy asked, his voice shaking. "Well there ain't no what, that's the end of the road." Otis replied. "What?... you're not gonna kill us are ya?" Roy looked over at Adam. Otis scoffed "Killing sounds so permanent."

They eventually arrived at the spot Otis instructed them too, the memory of him fucking you on the hood of the truck in this location flashed through his mind. Sorry this is taking so long darlin he thought to himself. Stopping the van Roy got out first and suddenly violently vomited all over the dirt in front of them. " Damn Hoss that is disgusting. Do you puke like that in front of your wife? Does she like it when you puke? I mean is that part of your deal?" "Fuck… you" Adam spat at Otis turning around to face him."That's what they all say "Fuck you", well it ain't gonna save you. It don't scare me none and it don't suddenly make you a fucking hero".

While approaching the dig site Adam and Roy attempted to wrestle the gun from Otis to no avail. "Well we'll do well!!! I was going to take it easy on you and make it fast, but then you had to go and play the fucking hero!" Otis punched Adam over and over busting his face open in the process." I want you to see what happens to heroes…" He walked over to Roy who was clinging to life on the ground, bleeding out from his wounds. " Now Hoss I want you to pray to your god. I want you to pray that he comes and saves you. I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head!" He pointed to the sky then looked down at Roy. " I will pray... Jesus…" sputtered Roy " Louder!" "Bless the bunnies, bless the little birds, bless the… " yelled Roy"I don't feel anything!" Otis screamed "Bless the springtime morning…" Roy said his voice fading out. Otis began to pretend to be struck by an unknown force and look to the heavens " ooo aaah I feel it! Oh great god almighty I repent, I repent! Oh I feel the love of the god, god, god almighty! Oh the holy spirit is in my body."

Finally losing patience with the situation he stands above Roy pushing his long silver hair from his face. " You want to know who I am? I am the devil.. and I'm here to do the devil's work" he took out his large hunting knife and stabbed Roy in the heart.