#I want to go hide in a hole where nobody can find me for a week

[blemiria]

This is by far the smuttiest thing I have ever written

[storiesoflilies]

warning: nsfw, 18+, mdni.

thinking about toji fushiguro and the way he loves to press warm kisses just behind your ear, his lips trailing slowly to the back of your neck, and all the way down your spine. his arms are caging you in, and his body blankets yours, his heat and weight overwhelming you in the most delicious way possible, because he’s just so fucking big and he’s on top of you and it all just feels so good.

you can try and bury your face deeper into the pillow to try and hide how much you love all this, but toji would see right through you.

because god, he always knows exactly what he’s doing, he always has. nobody else knows you better, after all. nobody else knows what makes you tick, or just how to tease you so much that it makes your skin flush and you forget how to even breathe.

he slides his hand over yours, rough and impossibly warm. “why’r you hiding from me, pretty thing?”

but you can’t say anything at all.

all you can do is let out an exceptionally embarrassing whine.

toji chuckles lowly, and you can feel his lips pull back in a smirk, his breath hot against your lower back. your skin gets all clammy, and you tense up as goosebumps flare up on your arms and legs.

you know that he loves this.

he loves teasing you and riling you up so badly that your practically melting into your wrinkled bedsheets, begging him for more and more, because you feel that you’ll die if you don’t get that sweet release from him right there and then.

toji hums.

“oh, i wonder what my baby wants from me.”

and then his fingers are gliding over the curve of your ass, going round and round in circles, each time getting closer to where you need him the most. you let out a muffled moan, pathetically biting down hard on the pillow. his lips are back behind your ear, biting and nipping at your soft lobe.

toji wants to give everything to you, he wants to give you his all and make you feel all sorts of pleasure.

but he also loves this too.

the power.

“use your words.”

his voice is raspy, cooing at you and making your brain go dumb for everything except him and his touch.

“c’mon, sweetheart.”

he brushes against your sweet spot. it’s such a featherlight touch, but you’re so sensitive and desperate for it that it feels more like a cosmic explosion. stars dance behind your closed lids, and you can’t help but moan again as a searing heat pools to your lower belly. you know toji wants you to beg, he’s waiting for it, but it’s so hard to think and string together words in a coherent sentence when you’re so consumed by him.

but eventually, you will give into him.

because you always do.

“please,” you finally pleaded, broken and breathless and utterly desperate. “toji, please.”

and something in him snaps.

before you can say another word, a calloused palm finds your jaw and tilts your head backwards for him to claim your lips in a hot, needy kiss. a hand roughly slides underneath you, flipping you over before you can even register what’s happening. you let out a gasp, but toji swallows it whole as his lips captures yours again, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing over your tongue.

“you gonna let me take care of you, baby?” he groans between kisses, settling himself more firmly between your legs.

“y-yeah,” you stutter weakly, your lips tingling and probably bruised.

then, you feel it.

his cock.

it’s hard and thick, scorchingly hot as toji begins to grind himself against your needy hole. even now, he just can’t stop teasing you, still wanting you to absolutely fall apart beneath him where you’re all safe and warm. and with every shallow thrust, he slips in just a fraction deeper.

and deeper.

and deeper.

just a little more.

you moan as he finally sinks into you, and it’s absolutely filthy – the way you’re just so full, stretched to your limit, and it’s still mind-blowing every time, no matter how many times he’s had you.

“that’s it,” toji groans, a hint of satisfaction in his all too smug voice.

he gives out a deep, guttural moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and you can feel every ridge of muscle and power building up behind him. your nails instinctively dig into his bicep, anchoring yourself against something – anything – and toji’s forehead drops down to touch yours. his green eyes bore into you, and at first it’s full of adoration, reverence even. until he grips your thigh, pulling it around his waist, and they turn a shade darker when you let out a broken cry of his name at the new sensation.

“yeah, baby. say my name again. let me hear you.”

and with a snap of his hips, he rolls into you with the most obscene plap! plap! plap! noises filling the room. toji’s pace is relentless as he absolutely drills into you, like he wants to push a part of himself to live inside you forever. you know he’ll do it, he’ll spend all night trying if he has to, determined to leave the both of you in a trembling mess of love and spent ecstasy.

you know that you’re in for a very long night.

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[asce-of-hearts]

could I request yan (poly) shoto and izuku catching their darling in the act of hiding a body?

Secrets

Contents: Yan!Poly!Tododeku catching gn!reader hiding a body.

more content for Todoroki and Deku here

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, STALKING, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, READER ACCIDENTALY MURDERED SOMEONE, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AT THE END.

Yes, they may have installed a motion detector on your front and back door, and windows, and everywhere in your home just because they were too paranoid about you living alone. They aren't taking you home with them just yet, they need a good excuse, otherwise you'll reject the offer.

What they didn't expect was to get an alert of you leaving in the early hours of the morning.

"They... left home." Todoroki says, slamming open the door to Izuku's room, who was sleeping soundly just a few moments ago.

"It's three in the morning," Deku groans, covering his face with the covers. "Who left home?"

"___! The motion detector just alerted me!" Todoroki rips the bed sheets off Deku's body, and the green haired man immediately jolts awake. Searching for his clothes.

"Fuck... do you think something bad happened? Like a family emergency?"

"I don't know. They didn't go further than a couple meters away," Todoroki says, trying to follow the track you left, bootprints. Why bootprints? Why are there so visible? Why were you stepping on mud in the first place? They don't know, and its making them anxious as they follow you closely from behind.

You, on the other hand, have an entirely different problem on your hands aside from being stalked by Japan's first and third most important hero. You have a secret, and you need to bury it so nobody will ever find out.

A home invasion is already awful enough, but the fact that you had the balls to shoot and kill a man who was merely drunk and homeless and looking for a place to sleep in just makes it worse. You feel awful, you feel guilty, and there's nothing you can do about it now other than hide the evidence. You don't want to go to jail, not over this, not over anything. You're crying, so hard you don't even notice the trail of bloody footprints you're leaving behind. Fortunately, a storm is menacingly starting to form over you. As if the night couldn't become any more shitty.

You should've brought a shovel. Or anything to help you dig.

The abandoned lot is spacious enough for you to believe the body won't alert anyone when it starts stinking, far away from society, or at least you try and tell that to yourself. Covered in wild grass and other plants that make it hard to see where your fingers are digging into the ground. The storm, already pouring gallon after gallon of rain over your body, making you tremble and shiver as you keep digging, and digging, and digging. And then there's light, and you scream, looking behind.

"Fuck." It's the only thing that leaves your lips as you pathetically try and make yourself smaller against the light. The flashlight, held by Todoroki, and Deku, who comes closer.

"___?" They both ask. "What are you doing here?" Deku comes closer to you, trying to shield you from the rain by putting one massive arm over your face. You break down crying, clinging to him, staining his hero suit with dirty fingerprints of blood and dirt. You sob, Todoroki quickly comes to aid you, wrapping his warm arm around your shoulders. You don't even question how these two heroes know your name, or what you were doing.

"What's wrong, ___? Why are you digging a hole at this hour? Under the rain?" Todoroki asks, and you can't answer, choking on both the rain and your tears for a moment before you sniffle. You look like a mess, a beautiful one in their eyes. They give you a sympathetic look.

"I made a terrible mistake." You sob, your head darting towards the dead man. Swollen and bloody on the floor next to you. They should be horrified, but years of repressed violent urges, obsessive tendencies and the bloody perks of hero work make them only cringe slightly at the gruesome sight. Then, Deku looks at Todoroki, a look only they could understand. Their sympathetic gazes, suddenly seem wolfish and predatory. They finally have an excuse to take you with them.

"Don't worry,___." Todoroki says, rubbing your shoulders as you tremble.

"We understand, ___. It was an honest mistake..." Deku sighs, and kicks the body to the makeshift grave you just dug.

"Your secret's safe with us."

why are there no gifs of these two alone??? very weird

hope you enjoyed this!!!

have a great/day night!!!

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Hi, can I get a scenario with yandere Chrollo and kidnapped afab reader where Chrollo overheard reader’s secret 18+ thoughts about him

Ofc<3 I hope you enjoy! Request are open!

“I wasn’t supposed to hear that, but I think deep down you wanted me too.”

-Nsfw- minors dni

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Chrollo was a.. simple man.

As long as you were behaving and kind, you could have your bit of freedom.

Meaning, walking around without supervision, sleeping next to him, feeding yourself, and maybe visits to the outdoor garden that he installed just for you.

But when you had your outbursts, he couldn’t just be lenient. No, cause then you’d get more ballsy, there might even be belief you could walk all over him. And as much as he loved you, he couldn’t have that.

There were places and roles you had to abide by. But you’d learn it one way or another, either by trial and error, or by brute force.

He had been denying you the outdoors, his time, and touch, for too long, which ended up making you stir crazy. Of course you knew your captor was an incredibly evil man, that had a lot of things to do. But if he was going to hide you away from the world until you both took your last breath, at least make it enjoyable.

You lay in your shared bed, hand softly rubbing circles on your clit as you thought of him. Oh how you missed him. The times he used to rub your thighs, softly trailing up to the place you desperately needed him.

A part of you started to worry he didn’t want you anymore, that maybe he found a new woman to focus his attention on and this was his subtle way of telling you it’s over.

But the sparks of pleasure from where you were touching began to overwhelm your worry with a new feeling. Gentle whimpers grew louder, the more wet you became. Moaning out his name as a finger plunged into your tight hole. “Chrollo- I need you so badly, please just fuck me, I promise I’ll be good-”

Eyes screwed shut, feeling the pleasure build. You didn’t even notice Chrollo silently listening in through the crack of your door. A hand slowly reaching his pants to palm his growing erection with a hint of shame.

How disgusting does he have to be to do this outside where any of his members could see. Such an act, is an extremely private matter, that nobody should even know about.

But he can’t help it, not when you’re moaning out for him. It just stirs up something inside of Chrollo that makes his brain go numb.

Fingers find their way to his belt, slowly relieving himself of the tight confines of his pants. The dull ache of his drooling member suddenly becomes too much, and his hand gathers up the precum, using it as lube.

His free hand wraps around his mouth in case anything slips from them. Ears focused on your sweet voice to spur him on, as a growing Shlick sound echos from the hallway.

The tip has become a pretty pink, as his palm speeds up. The friction only causing him to make the smallest sounds. It wasn’t enough, he needed you too. Only carefully and haphazardly pulling up his underwear along with his pants did he barge into the room, panting.

“Sorry, for startling you. But- Mhm, I can’t help myself anymore.” He spoke quickly. Walking up to the bed you were lying in, and pulling his shirt off. Not truly caring.

Your heart was beating quickly, mainly cause he scared the fuck out of you, but also because you were getting what you so desperately wanted.

His thighs were in between yours as the slightly wet hands glide up to your knees, leaving gentle kisses to your collarbone.

Mumbling,

“I wasn’t supposed to hear that, but I think deep down you wanted me too. Now let me make it up to you for eavesdropping, my dear.”

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I suck at writing smut or anything 18+

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 11

Moniker: Alex Risk Level: Low. Alex has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Wax play Safeword: Refer to first brief. Alex is safe, he will take such good care of you. We will enjoy watching it, but if you would rather we didn’t just tell Alex and he will make sure you are out of sight of the cameras but still able to be heard by us - Farah & Gaz

You had only been to a spa once in your life and had hated it. It was awkward not knowing what you were doing when the masseuse left the room to “let you get ready”. How were you supposed to know what clothing came off or how you were to be laying when they came back or where the towel was supposed to sit?

That’s why you had been stiff walking in to find what looked, smelled and sounded like a spa treatment room. Yesterday was… it was bad? You honestly weren’t sure what to call it. So you appreciated that obviously the powers that be thought you needed a break but you couldn’t imagine this would be enjoyable.

It’s a damn good thing Alex found it very easy to prove you wrong.

He was naked, the shiny sheen of scented oil on his skin that smelled like Farah had. Not hard which was kind of a relief because while you wouldn’t object to sex, the bluntness of yesterday wasn’t something you were eager to immediately repeat.

Below the knee of one of his legs was a prosthetic. It was a good model. You knew that because most special forces did, most of you knew several people who had been stuck with low range, cheap ones that were uncomfortable to wear and served to remind them of what they had lost because they had outlived their usefulness as a soldier and so the military had no interest in looking after them. You were glad he had escaped that particular curse.

“Hi darlin’, will you take your robe off for me? You can lay it right there on that chair and then jump up on the bed.”

You weren’t wearing anything under the robe, but nakedness had stopped bothering you somewhere along the way so you shrugged it off. The sort of table sort of bed was comfortable enough when you scooched your ass onto it.

“Ok, here’s the deal. I really like unwinding a wound up girl, and you are wound up something awful.”

“Don’t like unwinding wound up boys?”

“Nah, them I like winding up more” he said with a wink.

Oh no. Oh he sort of reminded you of Gaz, charming enough to be hazardous to your good sense. You were not having a cock in your damn ass today. You just weren’t.

“Are we…” you started, trying not to be crude because, like an idiot, you wanted this roguishly handsome guy with his pretty accent to like you.

Not that you imagined you were coming off very demure when instead of just asking the question properly you gestured vaguely to his dick and then wound up staring at it slack jawed because it wasn’t only his arms and chest that were tattooed. Oh my God, that must have hurt surely? There was Arabic text running around the circumference.

“Farah Karim.”

“I- oh my god sorry, I wasn’t- wait what?”

“That’s what it says, Farah Karim. A woman named Iskra tattooed it and it hurt like a bitch because she was a bitch about it.”

You just stared at him, trying to formulate any response that wasn’t looking at the camera and freaking out because go Farah. Seriously, how did you become more like her? She was wearing the virginity of several women on her wrist and there was a man wearing her name on his cock? You had met international super spies and nobody came close to that level of fundamentally sensational.

“Ah ah ah, no can do darlin’. You’re supposed to be unwinding so stop going goo goo eyed and lay down on your front would you?”

You felt a burst of butterflies in your stomach at the embarrassment of ‘going goo goo eyed’ and were only too happy to bury your face into the bed to hide. There was a hole for your face which you had expected, but it was also oddly shaped. As if it had been created with your exact proportions in mind because there were sunken in parts that your body melted into instead of what you had experienced before which was having your chest and tummy crushed.

“Now I’m gonna start with an oil because the wax will be easier to get off that way. If you enjoy this we can do it again whenever you want, but we’re not gonna go too hard this session darlin’. As much as I’d like to get your chest and pussy flinchin’ from the heat, we’re gonna stick to your backside for today so you can get a feel for it. If you’re amenable to it, after I’d like to give you a full body massage. The happy ending ain’t optional, think you need to relax proper and I’ll need your body to sing to do that.”

“O-ok.”

It put you at ease that he just explained it all for you, although you hoped there weren’t any surprises as he rubbed oil into his hands to heat it and then started applying it to your shoulders.

“My hands will be the only thing of me touchin’ you today darlin’ so you don’t need to tense thinkin’ about if I might sneak around the brief. I’m naked ‘cause I thought it was only fair if I was asking it of you.”

His thumbs dug into your back muscles and you groaned. You knew your muscles were probably tight, but it was so woefully apparent when they seized against his ministrations.

“Sorry” you mumbled, feeling like you were doing it wrong since you weren’t just turning into goo.

“You’re fine, more than fine. Told you I enjoy unwinding girls, so I’m happy to work you until you’re a relaxed ball of melting butter.”

Sounded good to you, but given your previous experience you couldn’t imagine he’d succeed. And given that it was actually pretty painful and you kept flinching and tensing over it, you didn’t get any more confident.

“Sorry darlin’, you got a lot of tension needing worked out. Will get most of it after the wax, just wanted to get the worst of it first.”

“It’s ok. Don’t think massages really work on me anyway. Is the wax going to, I dunno, wax me? Like is it going to hurt taking it off?”

“So little faith in me. Trust me, it’ll work on you. And no, it’s not the same formula as wax for hair removal” he said before running a hand up the back of your thigh.

The knee-jerk reaction was to be embarrassed. You hadn’t shaved since the night before you came to the Kennel, too exhausted to even think about it, so you were all stubbly now.

“If it bothers you I can shave it once we’re done during aftercare since it isn’t long enough to wax. Does it bother you?”

Did it? You wanted to be the feminine ideal of soft and smooth even though you knew that was a weird societal thing rather than actually tied to femininity. And you did like rubbing your legs together like a cricket in bed after a fresh shave. But did it bother you?

“I’m not actually sure?”

And you weren’t. None of them had really cared that you were stubbly, hadn’t mentioned it at all. In fact pretty much everything you were insecure about didn’t seem to factor at all in how they played with you. In a way it was annoying because why had you spent so long thinking these things would be a problem when it came to having a sex life?

“Hm, have a think about it darlin’. Now take a breath.”

You absent-mindedly took the breath, too busy thinking about if it would be weird for him to shave you tonight to even worry why he was asking you to in the first place.

The first drip of wax seared into your skin in a way that made your whole body seize, frozen in a flinch. It felt insane, like it was sizzling through layers of skin and fat and muscle and settling into your bones. But when the second drip landed on your spine you found you liked it.

You liked how it caused your muscles to lose control and rapidly contract at the shock. How the heat spread out through your skin in a web making that one little droplet warm a much larger area.

“Good darlin’?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re taking to this like a dream. You ok with me moving to your ass? Think it’ll look unreal with wax dripping on it.”

“Go ahead” you said on a sigh, surprised at yourself considering you really didn’t think you’d let him near your ass today.

But you trusted him. He was Farah’s for a start. But he was also checking in, explaining everything, giving you the option to say no to one thing without it being a safe word stop. This was more how you imagined a regular intimate moment between two people would go rather than these odd sessions as an employee.

The fat of your ass cheeks took the wax differently, at least it felt like they did. It was sort of like the feeling of Keegan spanking you, but distilled into one tiny spot that flowed like lava before hardening.

Your pussy was happy about it, that was for sure. It wasn’t clenching on nothing as it had been doing throughout all this, instead it was just giving you a lazy stream of wetness, content to enjoy savouring the feeling. How the fuck did Alex do that? Make it so that your body was so in tune with what he was aiming for? So eager to let go of tension and just relax?

He leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Farah and Gaz are going to be going insane seeing how damn pretty your body looks right now all relaxed and covered in wax. Would put money on him being on his knees eating her out right now.”

“You’re the worst” you whispered back playfully, knowing damn well he knew the thought of it was sure to have you gushing (and it did).

He laughed, masculine and strong in a way that made your stomach flutter.

“Now you’re going to relax. You were a delight taking the wax, well done darlin’”.

You felt like a little kid with how happy the praise made you.

He really massaged you after that. You joked around with him about how he was probably going to give you more bruises that the rest of them combined and he just kneaded harder after saying he took it as a challenge.

At some point everything changed. Your muscles finally loosened off and you felt like you were melting into bonelessness. He got you on your back and it felt like you were getting embalmed with how he massaged into the meat of your breasts with no sexual intent behind it.

Finally, after every inch of you was lathered in oil, loose and warm, he massaged between your legs with the same energy.

You hadn’t realised you could have a non-sexual orgasm, but that’s what it felt like. His touch wasn’t seeking anything for his own gratification, it was purely the last part of a massage designed to reset your body, mind and soul into stillness. You cumming your damn brains out wasn’t the culmination of teasing and fucking, it was just part of this odd, sensual experience.

“There we go, perfect. You’re perfect. That’s it, slow” he said as he helped you sit up and gave you a glass of water, watching you sip at it.

“Bath?”

“Nope, can’t move. Whole body is jelly. This is where I live now.”

“Aww that would be a shame, Farah’s set on making dinner for you and believe it or not Gaz bakes unbelievable cookies.”

You whined, because that sounded great, but you never wanted to move again. He just chuckled warm and fond before getting robes on both of you and scooping you up in a princess carry to take you to get fed and then get a nice long bath. Considering the absolute state Farah had put Gaz in, he was pretty sure he’d be needing to give him one too.

[malk1ns]

march 1 vs bruins, 3-2 loss

lotta angry penguins out on the ice today in that one, huh? wowie.

this postgame puts this project over 100k. dang. thanks for coming along with me!

Zhenya narrows his eyes across the weight room where Sid is grunting through a set of bench presses.

There was no skate before today’s game, but the gym session is still mandatory even if most of the guys are phoning it in a little, half-heartedly racking weights and getting in a few reps before they pause to chat.

Not Sid. He’s pouring sweat, mechanically running through his sets like they don’t have a game in just a few hours, adding more weight than Zhenya remembers as his usual but still lifting it like it’s nothing, biceps straining and forearms veiny.

He’s hiding something.

Sid came back from Four Nations doing his best to pretend that his left arm wasn’t practically paralyzed, and he’s been spending pregames and most intermissions holed up with the trainers, getting wrapped and re-wrapped and injected with all sorts of shit to numb the pain and get him through games. He won’t hear a word of sitting any more out, but Zhenya’s seen the toll it’s taking on him.

Not today. Today, he’s going through his exercises like his elbow never was hurt in the first place. Not a wince, not a poorly-hidden grimace, nothing.

Whatever they gave Sid this morning, Zhenya wants it. His knee is better, but it aches when he skates for too long, and it’s making ominous creaking noises every morning when he gets out of bed.

Sid’s been cagey all morning, but Zhenya’s going to track him down and force it out of him. All hockey teams are secretive about their less-than-legit methods of keeping their players on ice no matter how injured they are, but Zhenya’s not used to being shut out of a new miracle cure. Is he not as deserving as Sidney Crosby of pain relief and enhanced performance?

The doctors and trainers are a dead end, they’re used to Zhenya by now and won’t give him anything. The weak link, as always, is Sid himself.

Zhenya times his approach perfectly; Sid’s in the middle of carefully lowering the bar back onto the rack when Zhenya plants himself between Sid and the rest of the room. If Sid tried to slither away now, it would be noticeable enough to cause a stir.

“Hi, Sid,” Zhenya says sweetly, baring his teeth in a smile. “Look good. Elbow better?”

Sid sits up and rolls his shoulders back, eyeing Zhenya warily. There’s a droplet of sweat making its way down from his hairline. Zhenya’s eyes trace it all the way to Sid’s cheekbone before he gets a response.

“Lots better, thanks,” Sid finally says, shaking out his left arm a little. It’s for show; Zhenya’s not an idiot, and it rankles that after all this time Sid thinks he’ll be fooled by something like that. “I figured I should get a pump in before we play, you know, get the blood flowing.” He swings his legs over so he’s sitting sideways on the bench. “That all? Because I was gonna find Ned, give him a little pep talk.”

“What they give you?” Zhenya says, furious suddenly—with the evasion, with the way Sid won’t meet his eyes. “Shot, maybe, or pill? Why you get and nobody else?”

He’s raised his voice enough that guys are starting to look at them, and Sid’s face goes hard and unpleasant before he gets to his feet, grabs Zhenya by the shirt, and hauls him out of the weight room.

Zhenya starts to protest, but Sid hisses not here at him, and the promise of an answer makes Zhenya pliant as Sid drags them down the hallway and into one of the video rooms the team never uses anymore.

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” Sid complains, slamming the door shut and whirling on Zhenya, crossing his arms over his chest. Zhenya frowns at him—he could have sworn Sid’s shoulders weren’t this big on Thursday. Is there some new fast-acting steroid he’s testing out?

He’s so busy thinking through the implications of a shot that can give you that much more visible, functional muscle in under four hours that he must have misheard what Sid said. “Sorry, huh?”

Sid narrows his eyes. “I said, I’m in a time loop,” he snaps, dropping his arms to his sides. “I’ve been in here for…six weeks now, when I wake up tomorrow. Today, again. Whatever. It’s been today 41 times as of this morning.”

“Shit,” Zhenya says blankly, sitting down in one of the chairs and abruptly remembering why they don’t use this room anymore when a spring jabs him unceremoniously in the ass. “Sid, Jesus, how this happen?”

“I don’t know!” Sid says, throwing his hands in the air. “Obviously, like, if I knew why I was here I’d just…take care of it, end this damn thing. Do you really think I’m doing this by choice?” His voice cracks.

“Sorry,” Zhenya mutters, guilt lurching through his gut. All he could see this morning was Sid’s perfectly-functioning elbow seemingly mocking Zhenya’s achy knee, but now that he’s looking closely Sid looks frayed around the edges, exhausted and tense. He’s got black circles under his eyes, and he can’t stand still.

Sid’s usually so calm on game days, a soothing presence in the arena that settles everyone down no matter how nervy they are. Seeing him like this is unsettling. Zhenya wants to bundle him into his car and drive them to the safety of his house set back in the woods until they figure this out.

Time loops are vanishingly rare, at least the ones publicly talked about are. The people who stumble out of them are usually fundamentally altered somehow—traumatized even, in some cases. It’s not as simple as waking up on the same day over and over, as if that in and of itself isn’t a total mindfuck—if you’re in a time loop, time doesn’t stop for you. Whatever happens to you on a given day stays with you when you wake up the next morning, weeks and months and in some gruesome cases decades piling onto your body and mind until you figure out how to break free.

Sid’s only been in for six weeks. Not long enough for significant changes, not really, but certainly long enough for him to have visibly bulked up if was taking his stress out on the weight machines. Zhenya can see razor burn on his face from where he must have been shaving every day to try and maintain his stubble.

“Okay,” Zhenya says, getting to his feet. “You tell to me before? You tell to anyone?”

“No,” Sid says, shoulders slumping a little. He looks like he’d been expecting a fight, or maybe like he’d have to spend more time arguing his case—as if Zhenya can’t tell when Sid’s trying to lie to him by now. “I thought about it, but…I think I know what I’m supposed to do, and it’s not anything anyone can help me with. I just…haven’t figured out how.”

Zhenya presses his lips together. “Stupid. Maybe it’s big pain for tell every day new again, but you should be tell me first thing, like, call me before we leave house. Shouldn’t be doing alone, even if you’re think I can’t help.” Sid’s probably wrong about that, Zhenya adds to himself. Sid always thinks he has to do everything alone, that he has to shoulder the burden of an entire team—an entire league—all by himself. 

“Maybe,” Sid mutters, slumping back against the wall. He looks so exhausted. Zhenya wonders how sleeping words in a loop—does Sid wake up feeling refreshed for a few seconds before it all comes crashing down, or does the reset happen when he’s only gotten a few hours? “Well, you know now. We’ll see how happy you are when I wake you up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to read you in.”

“Not have to, because we fix today,” Zhenya says, injecting his voice with as much confidence as he can. “What you think you need to do?”

Sid sighs heavily. “I have to figure out how to get us a win today,” he says, voice dire. “I’ve tried everything, G, I really have. I’ve even called and said I was sick and needed to be scratched just to shake stuff up and still no. I called my mom, god, she thought I was dying or something. Basically anything that can happen in a hockey game, I’ve watched it happen.” His eyes go dark and distant for a minute, and Zhenya doesn’t want to know what he’s reliving, what he’s seen. Hockey is a lot more dangerous than any of them like to think too long about.

Shaking his head, Sid meets Zhenya’s eyes. “Basically anything that can happen I’ve seen,” he repeats, “and not a single time have I been able to pull a win off in this one. There was one where I thought maybe…it was a ten-round shootout, but even then we fell short.” He sighs, looking down at his hands. “I don’t know what else to do,” he admits. “I’m so tired. My entire body aches, so badly. The gym helps, you know how a good workout makes you kind of forget how you’re feeling, but…I can’t do this for much longer.”

That’s the other danger of a time loop, the one nobody likes to talk about too loudly.

Zhenya isn't going to let that happen.

“Well, you enjoy last time today,” he says, clapping Sid’s shoulder. “We get win, you go to bed tonight, still have to play tomorrow but this time it’s Leafs, okay, still bad, but different. Yes?”

“Sure,” Sid mutters, but Zhenya can tell that he’s feeling better. It really was stupid of him to not say anything; six weeks is too long to be totally alone.

Sid leaves to hunt down Ned for whatever ghoulish pep talk he has in mind, and Zhenya makes his way to the lounge, head spinning.

He doesn’t know a single person who’s looped. There was an experimental vaccine back when Zhenya was a child, something that claimed to block a person’s ability to fall into one—when he’d disclosed it to the Penguins’ medical staff for the first time they had exchanged horrified looks, but nobody in Zhenya’s entire city that got the shot has looped.

Zhenya wants to help Sid. Is determined to, really. But now that he’s alone and thinking about it, he doesn’t know what to do. All he can do is control his own play, make sure he’s giving it his all out there and give the team the best chance to win.

That will have to be enough. He won’t let them fail Sid again.

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They come agonizingly close. 

Close isn’t good enough, though, and Zhenya shatters his stick in the hallway back to the locker room after the final buzzer sounds.

“Easy, big guy,” Rusty says, skirting his stall with an odd look. “It’s one game, eh, save it for tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Zhenya mutters, plucking at his skates and swearing as his trembling fingers fumble at the sodden, ice-cold laces. 

From across the room, Sid barks out a bitter laugh, one he cuts off quickly. Zhenya keeps his head ducked down.

Four points last game and not a thing to show when Sid actually needed him. He doesn’t think he can meet Sid’s eyes.

He settles some in the shower, thinking through what’s next. Maybe Sid was wrong. It’s still so early in the day, after all, and who knows what Sid’s been doing post-game this whole time—maybe there’s something else he’s missing because he got fixated on winning this game. He’ll just go to Sid’s after the game and they’ll keep trying, and if they can’t get it tonight, he’ll make Sid promise to call him first thing tomorrow and explain it right away.

The logistics make his head spin. He doesn’t fully understand how it’s possible that Sid could pick up the phone to call him tomorrow—today again—and Zhenya won’t remember a thing, but Sid will. It should be impossible.

All the more reason to work as hard as possible to fix it tonight.

Sid dawdles in the room like usual, but Zhenya’s lurking at the door must get his attention, because finally he packs away his stuff and gets to his feet, patting Ricky on the shoulder as he makes his way to Zhenya’s side.

“We tried, eh?” he says as they walk to the garage. Zhenya doesn’t like how defeated he sounds. “That was a new score at least—before this one it’s been the same for a few days. Maybe it means things are moving in the right direction.” He doesn’t sound like he believes a word he’s saying.

“I come home with you,” Zhenya says, and Sid snaps his head to look at him, eyebrows nearly up to his hairline. “Well, first I stop at my house, get freezer pelmeni. You need real food, not shit from meal service. We eat, you feel better, we think about maybe it’s something that’s not game, we try stuff.”

“You’ll let me have some of the freezer pelmeni?” Sid asks, and he sounds so pathetically grateful that Zhenya’s heart breaks a little.

“You get all freezer pelmeni,” he promises recklessly—there are several pounds stuffed in his kitchen freezer, and more down in the basement ice box, but Zhenya will give it all up if it makes Sid smile in a real way. “Want good vodka too? I bring.”

Sid’s eyes crinkle a little. “Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “Either way, I’m playing a game tomorrow, so…better not.”

“Right,” Zhenya mutters, calculating how much sour cream he’ll need to bring. Sid only has Greek yogurt at his house, and that won’t work. “Okay, I go get food, then come over. You change code yet?” Sid changes his gate code every Saturday out of what Zhenya used to call paranoia but after the break-in earlier this fall is starting to think is maybe just good sense.

Sid hesitates. “I didn’t for a while, I wasn’t sure if it…but it felt weird not to, so yeah, I actually just changed it yesterday. Um, it’s 073186.”

It takes Zhenya a second, but— “My birthday!” he says, charmed. “Sid, so sweet. I remember for sure, maybe you keep for a while.”

“Maybe I will,” Sid says, looking at Zhenya for a shade too long before shaking his head. “See you in a bit.”

Zhenya watches the way Sid clambers into his car, the slowness in his movements. He really is reaching the end of what he’s physically capable of. They have to figure this out tonight.

He stuffs Sid full of his mama’s cooking first. Sid protests the full-fat sour cream, but when Zhenya ignores him in favor of dolloping several spoonfuls onto his plate he stops arguing. Zhenya watches until Sid’s had his entire first serving and is helping himself to more before he relaxes. He might not have been able to win Sid this game, but he can at least feed him properly.

After dinner, they talk. Zhenya prods at Sid about unreturned phone calls, events he might have forgotten to attend, anything that could be hanging over his head that might be the key to all of this. 

Sid gets prickly at the implication he’s forgotten anything, of course, but Zhenya keeps pushing until Sid relents and walks them both through everything he did the day before he started looping. Try as he might, Zhenya can’t find a single thing that Sid forgot, a single transgression that would be egregious enough to tip him into this nightmare.

Once they run out of things to say, they fall silent, sprawled out on Sid’s big couch. Zhenya thinks about Sid spending the last six weeks alone in here, watching the clock tick by and waiting for the day to end, falling asleep hoping that he’d figured it out only to wake up the next day and have to do it all over again, and his throat gets thick and his eyes prickle with tears.

“Oh, G,” Sid says, and Zhenya scrubs furiously at his face. This isn’t about him, he shouldn’t be making Sid give him comfort. “No, c’mon, it’s not that bad, I mean…” The sofa cushion Zhenya’s occupying dips as Sid scoots closer until they’re pressed together. “It sucks, yeah, but now I’ve got you, right? I can…like you said, I can call you and tell you, and I’ll have you all day, and maybe we really will figure it out. Just having someone else know…you were right. It was dumb of me to not talk to you right away.”

Overcome with emotion, Zhenay wraps his arms around Sid’s shoulders and hauls him close, ignoring Sid’s protests. He can’t stand it—Sid doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve living through this shit, not after everything he’s already sacrificed his whole life

“Not fair,” he whispers into Sid’s hair. “Sid, so sorry, I want to fix so bad for you. It’s not fair.”

Sid squirms in his arms a little, pulling back so he can look at Zhenya. “No, it’s not,” he agrees. “It hasn’t been all bad, though. I mean, the loss sucked. But otherwise today’s been pretty great. And it’ll be okay if I do all this again tomorrow with you.” He hesitates for a minute, eyes flickering over Zhenya’s face. “I guess there’s one thing I haven’t been honest about,” he admits, and Zhenya’s heart leaps. “It won’t…I mean, it’s been years. If the loop was from that, it should have happened way before now. But, well.” He leans forward and brushes a kiss over Zhenya’s mouth, dry and soft and over before Zhenya can even properly react. “You won’t remember this tomorrow,” he says quietly, cupping Zhenya’s chin, “and I’m sorry I didn’t ask first. But it’s not like I’d ever tell you this for real, and maybe that makes me a coward, but I may as well tell you once even if it doesn’t stick, eh?”

Zhenya touches his lips. Sid’s mouth on his had been so brief, but he feels like his whole face is buzzing. He doesn’t know what to say.

Sid smiles sadly at him. “It’s okay,” he says, correctly interpreting Zhenya’s stunned silence. “I’m not expecting anything. Don’t worry about it, eh, you’ll wake up tomorrow and it won’t have ever happened for you. I guess maybe I thought…” He shakes his head and gets to his feet. “I’m going to go to bed,” he says, glancing at the clock. “I know it’s early, but I’m so tired. Game day tomorrow, after all.” He waits for a minute longer, but when Zhenya still doesn’t speak, he purses his lips. “You can take a guest room if you want. You know where everything is.”

Zhenya listens to Sid’s heavy footsteps. It’s not until Sid’s bedroom door shuts that he feels like he can move again.

There are things that you don’t think about when you’re a pro athlete, feelings you’re not allowed to have. It’s part of the sacrifice to make it this far—damage to your body, and denial of your self. Zhenya did the math on that years ago, weighed his options and made his choices with clear eyes.

He’s never been good at tucking away his emotions long-term though, not like Sid is. Zhenya wears his heart on his sleeve, always has. It makes him a better hockey player, but it also leaves him more susceptible to heartbreak and far too aware of feelings he’d be better off shoving down and ignoring.

Zhenya always thought Sid was bad at lying, or at least bad at lying to him. It turns out that Sid’s been holding in a secret for…fuck, he’d said years, years he’s kept this from Zhenya, and Zhenya had no idea.

He’s not sure he would have been brave enough to do anything if he’d found out any earlier. Now, though?

He drives home in a daze. Staying at Sid’s house doesn’t feel right, not like this. He had a momentary fit of insanity where he considered crawling into Sid’s bed, wrapping his arms around him and letting Sid’s loop suck him in too, but he’s pretty sure that’s not possible, and if it was it wouldn’t help anything anyway.

I have to remember, he chants to himself as he gets ready for bed. I have to remember. I have to remember. I have to remember.

He falls asleep mumbling to himself.

—

When his alarm goes off the next morning, it takes Zhenya a minute to blink sleep out of his eyes.

His eyes fly open. He remembers. 

The display on his phone reads MARCH 2. Heart in his throat, Zhenya pulls up Sid’s contact and hits call.

Sid’s phone barely rings once before he answers. “G?” he says, voice raspy like he spent the night crying. “Is it really tomorrow?”

“It’s tomorrow,” Zhenya whispers down the line, clutching the phone to his ear. “Sid, it’s tomorrow. And I remember.”

[darkness-follows]

NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS IDK WHY IM WRITING IT

Abuse of power

Shane x Female Reader oneshot

Tw: Shane is a piece of shit, if you watched the Shield or just some of it you'll know. Abusing his Power as a cop. Rough Sex. Rough Oral.

Dub Con kinda stuff guys.

Slapping each other around a bit...Beware. Mention of a bloody kiss. Creampie (Shanes favorite item on the menu)

And minors do not read please.

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Interview time with one of Shanes favorite P.I's.

"I don't know okay.. I swear I didn't hear anything" you sigh, Shane has you pressed between him and his station car, he's always been like that, since you met him, pushy and grabby and overall way too much in your space. He might have squeezed your ass a few times or your breasts... and yeah there was that one time where he made you give him a blow job in the back of his private truck. But other than that? He never took it to actual Sex. And he might be a bit off and uncomfortable but he's never been too rough with you.

He doesn't slap you around or degrade you too much. Sometimes you even think he really likes talking to you.

"Give me something, anything Baby, you don't want me to bust you for hookin' now do you?" He teases.

"I'm not a fucking hooker?!" You try to get away from him but no way, no chance.

"Good luck tryin' to proof that to the Departement darlin' " The evil tease in his voice, the smirk on his face. He makes you sick and at the same time... blowing him wasn't the worst thing you've ever done.

"I really don't have anything Shane! I swear, not a peep at the moment. Not between me and my girls or the idiots we hook up with, alright, I can't help you on this one! Now...let me go" You try to squeeze past him again but he doesn't let you. His hands grab your hips, you can feel his fingers digging into your bones.

"If I find out your lying to me..." Shane warns. He leans in closer, you can feel his breath against your cheek. "I'm going to shove my 9 inches into every fucking hole you got" He pushes you away almost so hard that you go stumbling. But you manage to catch yourself in time. Watching him get in the car and drive off.

Fuck.

You hope that wasn't a real threat because..you just lied to him.

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"SHIT" You try to push the door shut again but no chance, Shane already has his boot and then the rest of his leg in the door. He's not alone either, feeling two strong arms wrap around you from behind. "You lied to me Angel! Im so..- heartbroken! You didn't tell me that TJ came to your fucking house to what..? Get a quickie in and hide his god damn coke?" He asks.

"Really hoping he didn't shove it up your ass but I might have to do a little search just to be sure" He grabs your face to force you to look at him.

"No...no- please I swear it wasn't like that. He didn't hide anything! I promise...Shane.. I promise. I tell you where, I tell you" You beg and thank god he nods, the arms release you, fuck, Vic.

"I got this." Shane tells him and you watch Vic slowly leave. That's either good or really bad.

"So? He fucked you and stashed his shit somewhere. Where?" He huffs.

"He didn't fuck me..." You groan. "He forced me to let him in, cried like a little bitch and told me he put the damn powder into a flour jar in the youth Center...-" You sigh. Thank god that Center is on summer break. "Oh, really? Cause he told me a different Story!" Shit. He found TJ before coming here. "What's his Version?" You ask when he looks around your place, not exactly treating your things kindly.

"His story was that he hid it here after he fucked you from behind sweetie, now I don't care which tale is true here. I just gotta know where the blow is at" He points out. After knocking some of your stuff over he walks back towards you, taking a fistful of your hair and throwing you onto your knees.

"THE YOUTH CENTER! Shane I swear! Flour Box in the kitchen cabinet." You look up at him with pleading eyes. Watching him make a phone call and moments later you hear a car leaving your driveway.

"They are going to check that out but darlin' if that is another lie...." he tugs on your hair as a warning. Sitting down on your couch with a loud sigh, he lets go of your hair to light up a cigarette. "Why did you lie, your blowing this whole god damn thing for me, you ain't gonna get any more paychecks i hope you fucking know that" He huffs.

"Because he was crying...like a Baby....I felt bad but I told him there is no way in hell he's gonna leave this shit here..So he took it over there. That's all there is to it, I didn't know you guys cared so damn much for a brick of coke" You frown. "Hey!" His foot kicks into your side "You got no idea what this is about so shut it" He uses your coffee mug as ashtray at least. This whole waiting and sitting around, him on your couch and you on the floor thing is more than nervewrecking. What if TJ moved it and it's not there? Would he...- would Shane kill you?

When he gets a call you prey a little, not being religous at all, but it can't hurt right?

When he gets off the phone you shake...hands trembling, looking up at him with big eyes. "You got lucky this time, Vic found it." Shane mumbles.

Oh thank fucking god.

"That doesn't mean your off the hook, you lied to me." Shane reminds, you watch him stand up again, grabbing a hold of your shirt and then he draws back his right arm, turns his hand into a fist.

"Please don't..- don't hurt me. I'm sorry, god so so sorry!" You claw at his jeans. "Shane. Let me Show you how sorry, please." You open his belt with a nervous smile, dragging down his zipper. He's simple like that, it will work.

His arm lowers itself and in a matter of seconds he's shoving his cock into your mouth, down your throat. Making you Violently choke on it, sob around it, gag on it, all the things you know he likes. It's better than a beating, and even though you hate his fucking guts you can't help but to moan around him. Show him how good you can be, useful, that you suck cock a lot better without a busted lip.

Shane slowly breaks it off to sit down on the couch, watching you follow and lift your arms onto his lap before your head leans back down.

He is simple like that. Which is great for you, works in your favor. Might mean you will get out of this one smoothly. He tugs on your hair but gently this time, hearing a deep rumble and moan coming out of him turns you on. Oh he's been desperate for this, he didn't get off in a while. You can tell.

But to Shane a blowjob won't be enough, not tonight. He lets you treat his dick like a candy cane for a little while longer before he grabs your head with both hand, lifting it off of his hard and aching actual 9 inch cock. You lick your lips and wipe your mouth when you look up at him, he loves this shit.

"He really didn't screw you? TJ.." He asks.

You wonder why he's so strangely curious about it. But when his hand holds your chin and his thumb wipes softly over your lips you smile genuinely up at him.

"No, fuck no, crying piece of shit like that? Im not that desperate." You huff. Licking along his cock from the base to his tip and watching him throw his head back. "Maybe he said it cause he knew it would get to you?" You suggest.

"Get to me? Why would that get to me? I don't give a shit about you or who you spread your god damn legs for" Shane huffs, he seems really annoyed at that. Botherd. So much so that he shoves you off, pulling his pants back on. Why is he always so weird?

"So the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the ass doesn't bother you?" You ask curiously. He scoffs at you, getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket. "No" He huffs loudly.

He's lying.

It totally does bother him. Fuck, but he's been so...ugh. That can't be how he behaves around a woman he actually likes right?

"Are you...jealous?" You get up, a teasing look on your face. "You totally are! But that would mean that you like me and- there is no way because you treat me like dogshit" You point out.

He moves to the door but his hand stays on the handle, not twisting it. You can see how he's breathing faster, the anger on his face, how he seems as if he's aruging mentally with himself right now.

"I'm not, and your right, there is no way. You mean nothin' to me darlin' nothin' . But..- you are into that, you love it when I treat you like that, when I press myself against you, when I grab at you, when I pull your hair and throw you around like some 20$ whore from the street corner." He points out. Hanging his jacket at the door before he takes a step towards you again.

"The more you squirm against me, the stronger that urge in you gets to spit in my face or clock me one the harder you make me baby. That's what you know, that's why you do it" Shane does it again, pushing you into the wall and pressing himself against you.

"Your into women spitting on you?" You question with a laugh. Then the back of his hand connects with your face, not hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to make you try and squirm away from him again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't like that" He huffs back.

And then you spit into his face.

You watch him slowly wipe it off with the back of his hand, and then his tongue licks up your spit from his hand. Fucking god.

Whoever breaks first now admits to what the other accused them of. If he kisses you he's gonna admit that he actually likes you, if you kiss him first you admit that you like being smacked around a little.

Shane kisses you first.

Which is surprising considering you had his dick in your mouth not too long ago. The way he's kissing is so demanding, needy, he wants to possess all of you, your mouth, your body, every fucking inch of you. You push yourself harder against him, moaning softly into his mouth when your tongues press roughly into each other.

When the air thins in your lungs you pull back slowly, searching his eyes. "Jesus Shane, really?" You question. He looks guilty, he looks broken that he admitted to liking you. "Vic wanted me to rough you up, not a whole lot, just enough to make you understand that you can't lie to me, to us." He frowns. "He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out I screwed you instead.." He sighs deeply.

"What would that have done? Just because you are scared of someone doesn't mean you magically start yappin' the truth. It would have done nothing to me except for giving me a Black eye or a busted lip." Your hands stroke over his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt.

"Your right and I'm sorry that I almost.. -" his hand touches your cheek. He almost did it. That's how much Power Vic and the guys have over him.

"But you didn't Shane, and that little backhanded smack-" You shrug. Feeling his hands tickle your sides "I knew it!" He laughs. "You totally liked it, I'm never wrong about my women" He says proudly.

"Can you just fuck me now, Shane? Mark what's yours? Cause I don't want..TJ or some other fucking gang banger. I want you, I want the Cop that had his hands all over me from the day we met" You kiss his jaw.

"Promised you 9 inches in every hole for that lie of yours didn't I? Let's get to work then" He grabs your pants and practically tears them down, doing the same with your panties but being as gross as he is... He takes them and brings them to his nose and mouth. Taking a deep breath.

"God darlin' how do you manage that scent, that's the greatest smelling pussy I've ever known" He comments, you take Note on how he stuffs your panties into the back pocket of his jeans..fuck.

"Remember that Collin guy? You wanted to know so so badly where he was, you pinned me to the car, I was squirming against you, you didn't leave off me and then you took a hold of my crotch. Pressed two fingers between my legs while I started talking about where he's hiding out at?" You huff.

"Mhm?" His hand moves there again, cupping you and pushing two fingers into you.

"Those are the same panties I wore that day. Washed of course but, I think it's a bit funny." You point out. "If I remember that correctly too.. you were beggin' me to stop, wanna repeat that?" He asks.

You bite your lip, rolling your hips slowly into his touch to simulate squirming against him again. "Shane stop...-" You try to squeeze your legs together but his big hand is in the way.

"STOP...- stop stop..- please I told you where he is, that's all I know" You mimic your voice from back then. The expression on his face is adoreable, he really is an asshole but god he's so fucking hot. The way he moves his fingers into you, so deep and steady.

His other hand lifts your leg up, he starts moving against you as if he's fucking you against the wall but it's still only his two fingers. "You better be honest with me from now on, I can only convince Vic that it was a mistake and you will never do it again one exact time. It won't work a second time..." and suddenly the play pretend turns into the Real Deal again.

"Don't care who's sobbing into your ear, you hear me?" His fingers move harder, rough now, Drilling into you at a not so comfortable angle.

"What's he gonna do if it happens again?" You ask with genuine fear on your face and his silence makes your stomach turn. "I vouch for you, for this one, I'd forgive you a second time, he wouldn't. I don't know how he would handle it. Bust you for hookin' somehow." He takes his hand away from your wet core. Licking his fingers with a loud 'pop' before he undoes his belt and zipper, dropping it all onto the floor.

"Turn around" He nods towards the wall.

"No" You huff, not after what he just said?! That Vic would throw you in jail for something you didn't do if you ever forget to tell the whole truth again?

He scoffs at you, hands grabbing your hips, turning you around and pressing you into the wall. "Shane! Shane don't! Im not done talking about this..." You squirm for Real this time. His ego is sickening.

"Well I am" He grobes your behind roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. When he lets go you can feel his tip at your hole. The wrong fucking hole. "No...no no! Shane! I'm serious this time, no. It's gonna hurt so bad, please don't" You hear him sigh loudly, and then he pushes into your soaked pussy. "FUCK" But a whole lot better than the other option.

The snaps of his hips are brutal, but god it's so good. You hate knowing that a piece of shit like him is so damn good at fucking, but most are, aren't they? You moan loud, hands trying to reach back to make his hips go a tiny bit slower but he simply grabs hold of both of your wrists. "God damn Baby, I should have done this so much sooner" He groans. His other hand smacks your cheeks roughly, spreading you open to watch his cock move in and almost out of you over and over.

"You don't ever fucking lie to me again or im gonna have you like this for a few friends of mine, they ain't gonna make it this good though" He huffs. And this time you really want to push him off, but he Hits the spot. He just does. His tip is thick and heated and you can feel it drag over a spot that just feels incredible deep inside of you. And with that speed? You knew he was fit but that's some Athlete kind of shit.

Your shoulder and face softly ache from being forced into the wall, you'd ask him to move it somewhere else but your pretty sure he doesn't give a shit about it.

"So good, so fucking good Shane" You moan a bit extra intense just for him, even though he really is doing a good job.

"Yeah I knew you'd like that." He grabs your hips with both hands thrusting so hard that you suddenly slam with your face first against the wall. You knew you'd end up with a busted lip somehow.

"Ow!" You groan, holding you chin not wanting to touch your lip.

Shane at least is nice enough to stop fucking you raw for a moment, he pulls out and turns you around, gentle hands holding your face. "Shit im sorry..." He seems like he does feel bad about it, but not for long. "Hold on, Hold that pose" He looks through his pants on the floor and takes out his flip phone. Snapping a pic of your face with his hand holding it. Getting a good shot of your busted lip.

"Sending that to Vic! So he thinks I taught you a lesson" He smirks wide.

"Your unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable Shane." You curse his Name, turning away from him.

"Hey im sorry, but it works doesn't it, I didn't see how close your face was to that edge there im really sorry" He turns your face to look at him. Kissing your busted lip gently, feeling his hard cock press against your hip.

You nod while he apologizes. Smiling up at him when he kisses it better. Only to smack him one back as hard as you can. You can see a look in his eyes, it's burning, you've never seen such a psycho look in someone's eyes before.

Before you know it he grabs you, lifts you and carries you to your bed. He throws you onto it, hovering above you before he forces his body between your spread legs. A hand wraps around your throat when he pushes inside of you again he picks up the exact same speed of his hips like before.

Your legs wrap around his waist and all you can do is moan, that's all he can do apparently too.

Your moans, your movements, everything is in perfect sync. His hand lets go of your throat to squeeze your breast, rubbing his thumb over your already hard nipple while he slams his fucking hips into yours. "Shane....Shane...stop!" You bite your lip with a smirk when he looks at you to confirm if you really meant it or if you were teasing again.

It's nice that he checked, you didn't really expect him to.

"Think you can just lie to me you stupid bitch huh? I fucking own you. You'd be a broke whore without me" He looks into your eyes and you can tell, for the first time, that he doesn't mean it. It's not how he really feels but it turns you on either way.

"Please...stop, please Shane" You make your voice Sound as desperate as possible and he fucking cums. He moans so loud that your shitty neighbours start banging against the wall. You can feel his cock throbbing and leaking his cum deep inside of you, shoving it in deeper with every thrust that still follows until you cum too. Your raw fucked core clenches around him while your whole body lifts off the bed with your hand and leg strenght only.

Hand in his hair roughly pulling until your done and your body falls back onto the mattress. His on top of yours.

"Shit.." You breathe out, feeling a drop of blood on your lip but before you can wipe it away he kisses it away. Licking his lips and kissing you deeply again.. a kiss tasting of your blood and he's almost ready to fucking go again. Christ.

Your breathing barely turned back to normal when his phone suddenly rings and he pulls himself out of you.

"Oh good fucking god darlin' wish you could see that, my favorite kinda pie" He chuckles, staring at the mess he made of you when he stumbles around to grab his phone. When he returns he keeps you from closing your legs with a hand. Pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder...moving between your legs. "Ya?" He's on the phone while his tongue drags over your soaked and cum leaking core.

He really is a piece of work.

Your so overstimulated but you don't know who he's on the phone with so you stay quiet.

Your hand strokes through his hair when your hips squirm once more because of Shane.

"Oh yeah she uh, she learned her lesson" Shane looks up at you, silently asking if you did.

You smirk wide and give him a thumbs up before his tongue rolls over your sensitive clit.

You could swear a finger of his is toying around with the mess he made while just casually chatting up Vic on the phone.

"Yeah I'll be there in 10" He mumbles.

But you pull roughly on his hair.

"15..Sorry" He tells Vic and you do it again.

"Imma be there in 30 alright? Gotta take care of something, okay, later" He hangs up and tosses the phone next to you.

"Got 15 more minutes out of this deal Baby, how do you wanna spend it?" He's going to need 5 minutes to get dressed and going and 10 for the ride back to the station.

"Well, 15 isn't enough to get me ready for anal so we might have to do that some other time. So, honestly?" You look down on him placing soft kisses onto your lower stomach.

"You can make it up to me now, how you've been treating me since we met." You tug on his hair again and you don't even have to tell him twice, he's so eager. "Yes Mam." He lowers his head.

And for the next 15 minutes you let him work his tongue, you make him clean up the mess he made inside of you. And give you as many extra orgasms as you desire...

You could get used to that, but god he's a dick!

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EYY Thank you for reading, I really really hope you liked it!!! (I did not spellcheck this. Apologies)

Tags: @justme12200 @its-in-the-woods @dichromaniac @coolranchdavidian @thotslayers

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[spyderlondon]

If it’s all good with you, I wonder if you can do a Zooble x Caine Fic?

After episode 3 I realised that Zooble has probably interacted with Caine the most out of all the cast (except probably Kinger), all by virtue of just staying within the Circus.

This got me thinking, even though he’s upset that they don’t participate in the adventures, does Caine like the company? And does Zooble find Caine’s presence somewhat… relieving? From the self inflicted isolation? Maybe they… like it? ;)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GENEROUS DONATION!

Art and inspiration by @zal-cryptid

Ko-Fi

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"Forget it, Caine, I'm not going on that stupid adventure." Zooble told the ringleader with their usual flat, uncaring tone as they turned away to leave.

"WAIT! ZOO-...." Caine stopped himself after a moment and sighed, "...you know what, I'm done trying. You never want to go on these so... forget it." He grimaced, finally just letting them go. It didn't stop his code from hurting from the repeated rejections.

The amalgamation scoffed under their breath while muttering a 'finally' before walking past the other members on the troupe with their usual aloof expression on their face. None of them looked their way almost as if they don't notice them, like they're invisible. No one ever seemed to remember them. Not even Caine sometimes. It's fine.

Caine watched Zooble leave the room from afar, his teeth dipping downwards a little in a frown for a moment before he shook himself out of it so he could face the rest of the troupe, beginning to explain their newest adventure.

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Caine closed the portal once after everyone had gone through it, everyone except for the one person he had been trying for so long to go on an adventure. His eyes lingered on the spot where the portal was earlier before letting out a sigh, "Bubble, what am I doing wrong here?" He floated low to the ground as if he was sitting and looked at his AI friend, "I'm creating every type of FUN and EXCITING and MATURE adventure I can think of..." His gaze went to the ground, "...but Zooble never wants to even try any of them." He pouted, clamping his teeth down, covering his eyes from view. He sighed, "They used to enjoy the adventures..." He grumbled, not opening his teeth.

"Yea, they did!" Bubble responded as cheerfully as always as he spun around for no reason, "But then something happened! And like everyone else, they got traumatized! Whee!" He began to go in circles as if trying to catch his imaginary tail.

The ringmaster slumped a tiny bit more as he was reminded about the trauma- he never believed he was doing anything to cause that but he recollected what Zooble had told him while he had that therapy session for them- nobody liked his adventures. No one wanted to go on them and the moment they returned... well, according to the amalgamation... it just made things worse.

"Hey, Caine! Why're you so upset, boss?" Bubble prodded as he hovered in front of him with his sharp toothed grin, showing no care as usual, "Is it because of how that human told you how awful you are at yo-..." He was popped by Caine's cane before he could finish that sentence and make his boss even more upset.

The AI ringmaster shook his head before teleporting away so he could check up on the last of his troupe.

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"Zooble!" Caine suddenly yelled out when he entered the amalgamation's room with his usual grin.

Zooble shouted in surprise as they quickly moved to hide something behind them. They only had one arm at the moment while all of them detachable zooble body parts were off of them, leaving them with just holes that would usually have the body parts in them, "Wh- Caine?!" Their eyes were wide in shock before they slowly went down to their usual indifference, "Why're you in my room?" They asked with a subtle defensiveness in their tone.

"Why, I came to... to..." The ringmaster's gaze fell onto Zooble's mostly limbless body and he went completely silent as he examined their body before his eyes snapped back up to theirs but their eyes were averted and they continued to hide something behind them. He frowned as he floated up to them, "...what are you hiding? Where are all you zooble parts?" He demanded to know, he was always a bit more gruff and strict with them since they were always so cold and unperceptive to him so he had to use a different tactic than with his other players.

Zooble looked away with a scowl, "I was just looking for new ones to switch them out with." The grumbled, staying where they were stubbornly, their expression was stoic as ever but their eyes betrayed a sense of fear and nervousness to them that Caine didn't like, it almost made him feel a sense of protectiveness that he hadn't felt with the others. He sighed and with a flick of his wrist, he forcibly moved them away from the zooble box they were hiding, "W-Wait- Caine!" They tried get out of the telekinetic like hold he had over them but to no avail.

"Now, now, Zooble, I just must see what you're hiding. It's impolite, you know?" He 'tsked' softly to the amalgamation, "I asked kindly for you to show me but when you refused, I just had to use drastic measures." He shook his head as he started to float over to the zooble body parts box.

"Did you not think that there may be a [^&%*&] reason why I didn't tell you?!" Zooble continued to struggle against the telekinesis, a panic rising in them since they knew they might end up screwed once the ringmaster saw what they were hiding.

"Don't be ridiculous, Zooble!" Caine barked out a laugh as he got in front of the box but not yet looking at it as his eyes were on the disgruntled, one armed player nearby for a second before his gaze roamed over to the box, "There's nothing in this box that would sho- HOLY ME, ZOOBLE!" His eyes popped out from between his teeth as he caught sight of what they were hiding.

Just outside the chest were numerous detachable body parts that weren't... usable anymore. Not in the slightest. He stared at them as he floated closer to the ground as the colorful eyes on the discarded limbs looked up at him and seemed to grow in intensity as if they got frustrated just by looking at him as if they blamed him. He tensed up before looking at the amalgamation, "...these... these are all-..." He trailed off as he stared at the black limbs on the ground, "Have you...?"

".....starting to." They admitted begrudgingly as they were finally released from the telekinesis but they just averted their gaze, they could feel the ringmaster's gaze on them and it made them feel even more frustrated, "No one else knows... please don't tell anyone else..." They gripped their side before as the slid down to the ground, keeping their eyes off of the colorful eyes that were staring at them now.

He stared at them in silence for a moment before his eyes returned to the abstracted zooble body parts that were wriggling and writhing on the ground before he peered inside the chest before grimacing as he saw more of the same, about half were abstracted parts while the others were getting infected at a decent pace. He grunted at that before quietly sending the chest into the basement before closing it in a muted way, before simply looking at the ground. This was a first for him... and he hated it. He didn't want to lose someone for once in his artificial life, he actually cared about one of the human.

After a few moments of Caine being silent Zooble couldn't help but shift nervously, they've seen what he does to abstractions or how how could possibly react badly towards something or someone doing something that displeased the AI, they didn't want to become the next target, "Caine-...?" They reached out with their singular arm, their hand trembling a bit, they could feel their mind beginning buzz and their body felt a little numb as they felt as if the ringleader was purposely ignore them or becoming cold, "...please... say something..." They mumbled, their voice uncharacteristically cracking a bit as if their vocal cords were straining.

Caine's fingers were tapping on his pants before a low sigh before he turned around to face his player and snapped his fingers and new zooble limbs were placed in the arms and legs sockets that were empty along with a couple head pieces before having the corrupted chest be replaced with a new one, "Consider this forgotten." He raised his fingers to snap himself away but paused, glancing away, "I won't let you leave my circus so easily. You're my favorite challenge."

Poof!

He was gone.

[bitkahuna]

no but this was hard as fuck and I'm proud

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“Who let you in a pub?” Sirius almost looked impressed.

“Invisibility cloak.”

Sirius nodded. “Right.”

But Remus wasn’t so quick to dismiss the situation. “How were you allowed out that late? You’re still thirteen! Don’t you have a curfew?”

Harry shrugged. “The Leaky Cauldron's unlocked till midnight.”

The lycanthrope blanched. “Are you-? Is- Harry. Please don’t tell me you’re staying at a tavern.”

“He only charges me half price.”

The two adults looked at each other, their faces conveying various levels of stress and concern.

“It’s where I stayed last summer.” He added. “Sirius used to follow me around.”

Remus looked at Sirius with wide eyes. “You knew?!”

“I was in hiding! Not like I knew he was doing it again this year! I figured he’d hole up with the Weasleys or something. Molly and Arthur keep offering.”

The werewolf’s face suddenly changed, as if struck by some brilliant idea. “That’s it! I’ll tell Molly. If she finds out, there’s no way she’d allow you to-”

“No!” Harry cried. “I like living on my own!” He insisted. “Besides,” he hesitated, thinking on his words. “I’ll stop telling you things. You know I’m going to keep doing stupid stuff, but at least this way you know about it. Wouldn’t it be worse to have no idea what I’m up to?”

Remus only stared down at Harry with a dropped jaw, while Sirius let out a laugh. “He’s got us there, Moony.”

“I already paid for the room anyway.”

Remus squinted his eyes, turning from Harry to Sirius. “You’re just going to sit there and laugh? You’re his godfather! He’s your legal responsibility!”

“Not yet. Dumbledore’s still getting my charges dropped. I don’t know how he’ll get me off for escaping, though.”

“Morally, he absolutely is your responsibility!” Remus took a deep breath before turning to the boy. “Harry, there’s some biscuits in the kitchen. Why don’t you go help yourself?”

Harry nodded, taking the cue and leaving the room. But he still listened in on their grumbles to each other through the closed door as they tried to keep their voices down. They didn’t do a very good job.

Remus began, "Really, Padfoot? Don’t you care at all about Harry being a homeless runaway?”

“Of course I care, but what am I supposed to do?”

“You may be on the run, but you own a fucking house. A house that nobody lives in! You aren’t helpless; you can give him a place to stay. And if you did, that old house elf of yours could keep an eye on him.”

“Kreacher?!”

“Yes!”

“Remus I know it’s been a while, but surely you must remember the absolute devil of a house elf that old man is! He’d hate Harry. He hates me!”

“Not like you make it very hard! Either way, you’d better come up with something. You’re his godfather; James chose you.”

"I didn’t ask him to.“

There was silence for a while. Even Harry swallowed at such a comment.

Did Sirius not want to be his godfather?

“How dare you.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He’d never heard Remus sound like that before. Not even when they confronted Peter. It was low, like the rolling thunder before a vicious storm.

“I know you’re mad that escaping Azkaban and killing Peter didn’t solve all your problems, but this is your life now, Sirius, and that boy is part of it. I know he spoke to you all the time in the Forbidden Forest. I know he’s told you things he probably hasn’t told me. He trusts you, Sirius. He loves you! James’ boy loves you, Sirius. And you’d dare to say something so heartless!”

"Remus, I-" Sirius' voice faltered. He sounded broken.

"Harry needs more than just a godfather," Remus continued, his voice tinged with a barely restrained anger. "He needs a home, Sirius. A family. He needs guidance; he needs someone who is not going to abandon him at the slightest inconvenience."

"I'm not abandoning him!" Sirius snapped.

"You might as well be!" Remus retorted. "You're too focused on your own problems to see what's happening right in front of you! He’s living in The Leaky fucking Caldron! He’s hanging out in Knockturn Alley! Not even you were ever so desperate to run away from home."

"And you think you're doing any better?!"

There was a brief, tense silence and Harry could picture the two men glaring at each other.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Moony. Of course I love Harry; I’d do anything for him. But …” Sirius’s voice faltered, “I just don’t know if I can be what he needs. I’ve been locked away for over a decade, and before that, you know as well as anyone else that I was never very responsible.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Sirius!” Remus’ voice was laced with frustration. “You just have to be there for him, and right now that means giving him a safe place to stay. I'm not his godfather!" Remus finally said, nearly shouting. "I'm not the one James entrusted with his son."

"You're right." Sirius conceded after a pause. "You're not his godfather … maybe you should've been."

Harry felt sick. His arms wrapped around his stomach as he hurried towards Remus’ sink on shaking legs. He took a deep breath and tears flooded down his face as he held back nausea.

Sirius didn't want to be his godfather.

Sirius was rejecting him.

This was fine. It’s fine. Certainly, it’s fine. The Dursleys didn’t want to be his family either, so why does he care what some stupid escaped convict dogman thinks?

His legs trembled, and he sank to the floor, grabbing an empty bucket from under the tap and ducking his head inside, just in case. He was so tired of being sad.

"HOW DARE YOU?!” Remus roared.

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You're not just James and Lily's old friend anymore! You’re Harry’s family!"

"You're right, Moony!" His voice was strained. “I don’t know how to do this. I can barely take care of myself!”

“How about you start by thinking about him and not yourself for two fucking seconds, I’m begging you!”

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Bully! x Fem! Reader

TW: Suicide, suicidal thoughts

A/N: This piece was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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It was senior year and the night of prom. Everything had been going well until it was time for the slow dance. That's when you saw your boyfriend kissing your best friend on the dancefloor. You feel tears run down your cheeks and ran to your hiding place in the woods. Now, you're sitting on the grass, looking at your pitiful reflection in the stream's water.

Maybe I was right to come here looking for a way to end it all? I always felt like I belonged in water. Maybe Adin was right when he said I'm stupid and worthless. Isn't there a beautiful estuary around here?

You take off your silver high heeled shoes, and follow the stream. You smell saltwater and start to cry more. Your feet and the end of your dress are stained brown with mud. Maybe by some mercy of a god somewhere, you'll live.

Meanwhile, your longtime bully, Adin Crossworth, is looking for you on the dancefloor.

"Does anyone know where Y/N is?" Adin asks aloud.

"She ran out of here after seeing her boyfriend locking lips with her best friend," A girl named Eva answers, sitting at a table.

Adin stomps to your boyfriend and pushes him against a wall, keeping a steady arm on his neck.

"If I find Y/N dead tonight, I'm coming to kill you and her so called best friend. Now where is she?!" Adin threatens, trying not to kill him right then and there.

"The woods. She loves the woods, specifically the stream. She wanted to see the estuary nearby someday," Your ex-boyfriend answers, stuttering.

Adin throws your ex to the side and runs out to his car. He takes off into the woods and parks in a ditch nearby the woods. He runs into the woods and follows the stream. He sees the high heel holes in the ground until they stop in a spot where moonlight hits the water.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Adin yells, hoping you're nearby.

A loud splash nearby makes all the alarms in his body ring. He sees your footprints and runs until they stop. When he gets to the estuary, he sees your dirtied shoes tucked inbetween the roots of a mangrove tree.

"No. Nononono!" Adin screams, looking for any sign of life. "Y/N! Come out! This isn't funny!"

Nothing but the sound of frogs, birds, and the stream respond to him. Then, bubbles float to the surface and pop. Adin's eyes widen, and he throws his coat and dives into the water. He desperately searches for you, and eventually, finds your body on top of a mangrove root. Adin puts you into his arms, bringing you back to the surface. He checks your pulse, and feels nothing. He immediately begins CPR. After ten minutes that felt like eternity, your eyes flash to life, and you're throwing up water next to Adin's shoes. You cough for several minutes, then focus your blurry vision onto Adin.

"Why? Why couldn't you let me leave this miserable life behind?!" You cry, tears streaming down your mascara- stained cheeks.

Adin holds your head on his chest and lets you cry till you feel better.

"Sh, it's ok. I've got you," Adin whispers, holding a gentle hand on the back of your head.

"Why? Just why?" You weep, clinging to your bully's chest. "I though you wanted me, the miserable, stupid, worthless bitch that nobody loves, gone?"

"No, I love you. I'm an asshole for bullying you, but I should have dealt with my feelings for you in a better way. I want you to be mine. I want you to feel safe and loved with me."

"Well, it looks like you're the only one who loves me now."

"I want to say that's true, but I know your family and real friends love you."

You kiss Adin, and you both makeout like it's just you in the world. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen in your brain, but you enjoy every minute of his lips on yours.

"Can you stand up?" Adin asks, holding you tight.

"Yes, I think I can," You answer, grabbing your heels.

"Great, we can go to the hospital. Once you're ok, I can take you home or do whatever you want."

"Can we get some food on the way there?"

"Of course, my love."

Adin helps you into his car, and you two drive off into the night. You two silently sit in the ER, and eventually you're in a hospital bed.

~~~~~~

Two days after you are discharged from the hospital, Adin takes you back to the woods when the night begins to shine. Your prom dress is as good as new, and the high heels are just as clean.

"Adin, I thought I told you I didn't want to remember this night," You say as you look at the moonlight hitting the stream.

"I know you don't want to remember prom, so I'm remaking it into something better," Adin says, holding your hand as he guides you to the estuary. "Welcome to what I call the Night of Lovers."

Time slows as you look at the fireflies in jars strung onto tree branches. A small boombox is sitting on a mangrove root, and there's a trail of giant lily pads leading to weeping willow on a small island.

"How'd you do this?" You ask in shock.

"I asked some of my buddies to decorate this place while you were in the hospital," Adin admits, kissing your hand. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? Yes!" You reply, jumping on Adin and kissing him passionately.

Adin spins you around a little and gently place you on the ground. He removes your shoes, and carries you princess style. He thought the wooden platforms underneath the lily pads would hold you both, but he was wrong. You both go crashing into the water, and you giggle. Adin carries you through the water, putting you on the small island. Music starts to play, and you two slowdance. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking in the smell of salt water on both of you. Adin's hand goes to your wet back keeping a firm hold. He kisses and dips you before leading you to the weeping willow with a blanket near the roots. There's a basket with two blankets.

"Adin, what's all this?" You ask, leaning your back on the willow.

"The best night of your life," Adin responds, kissing you again.

Your leg wraps around Adin's leg, and he kisses your neck. His hands pull down your zipper, and you slide to the blanket. Adin takes off your dress and his coat. He strips the rest of his clothes away, leaving a trail of kisses on your chest. You guide his head toward your crotch, and he looks at you eagerly. His tongue comes out and slowly licks your pussy.

"Adin!" You squeal, your thighs wrapping around his head.

Adin begins to lick your pussy faster, and your moans become erratic. He kisses your folds, and suddenly your stomach feels funny.

"Adin, I-I feel strange!" You cry, not knowing what to do.

"It's ok, baby! Just focus on the pleasure," Adin replies, returning to eating you out.

"Ah! Aha! Adin!" You moan, cumming on Adin's tongue.

His tongue pulls out of you, and you rest a little on the weeping willow. Adin swallows your cum, then gently tugs at your panties.

"If you want to end it here, I'm ok with that. I'm ok with anything you decide," Adin says, looking up at you.

"I wanna go further," You state, cupping his face.

Adin smiles and takes both his and your panties off. He puts you in missionary position, looking at you with love.

"Are you ready?" Adin asks, kissing your cheek.

"Yes."

Adin puts a condom on his dick, then slowly sticks his penis inside you, making you flinch. He waits for you to adjust, then puts the rest of himself inside you.

"Adin, it hurts," You cry, trying to get used to him.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Adin asks, holding both of your hands.

"Wait, no! Just give me a couple of minutes! I swear I'll be ready to continue! I promise!" You plead, making Adin sigh worriedly.

"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you during sex. I don't want to hurt you ever again."

"I know, but I want this."

Adin waits for you to be ready, then sees your head nod. He pulls out of you slightly, and thrusts softly.

"Hn!" You moan, arching you back. "Adin, more."

He stars to thrust at a moderate speed, sending you into bliss.

"Hgn! Ah! Y/N!" Adin moans, holding both of your hands.

He kisses you while thrusting, making you go crazy. Adin thrusts faster, and your body feels electric.

"Adin, I-I love you!" You cry out, feeling your high reaching its peak.

Adin stops moaning and thrusting.

"I love you too, darling," Adin says, feeling a shiver of pleasure move through his spine.

You both cum together, and stay together, for a minute. Adin kisses you, and you turn his single post sex kiss into a makeout session. Both of you leave hickies on each other, embracing your newfound love for each other.

Adin pulls out of you, and reaches into the basket for the second blanket. He places it over you, then cleans himself up. You look at him and want his touch again. You move closer to Adin, then throw the blanket on both of you.

"Let's stay here until the sunrise," You say, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my love," Adin replies, kissing your forehead.

The frogs and birds singing in the estuary lull the two of you to sleep. You fall asleep on Adin's chest with your lovely new boyfriend holding you tightly. 

[justabeatingheart]

VERTIGO ( sentence starters from the debut studio album by griff )

VERTIGO

"You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?"

"I know that you started to feel what I feel."

"You couldn't dare to make it real."

"I wasn't askin' for a lifetime, I was just askin' you to take my hand."

"Was it too much to ask?"

"I thought that I could be the one to change you."

"I'm used to fixin' broken things."

"I thought maybe I could fix you too."

"You put your past on me and you."

MISS ME TOO

"What a time we had."

"All I wanna do is find a way back to you."

"I miss me too."

"If time is a healer, is there a waiting list I can find?"

INTO THE WALLS

"Maybe I'll feel a little bit strong for once."

"Yesterday, I felt like dancin'. Tomorrow, maybe I'll cry."

"Today, I don't feel like talkin'."

"I'll just watch the world go by."

"It's like watchin' paint dry, but that sounds quite nice tonight."

19TH HOUR

"I know what it is to hold my breath."

"I know what it is to hurt for you."

"When did "sorry" start to lose its meaning?"

"I've got nothing left."

"When "I love you" starts to lose its meaning, you only say it just to cover up the bleeding."

"Part of me doesn't care if you really mean it."

"All I wanna do is have something to believe in."

"I'm an optimist for you."

ASTRONAUT

"I'm not sure at what point you figured this out on your own."

"Go reinvent yourself into a whole other person."

"I know you better than anyone you'll ever know."

"I hope you find all you need."

ANYTHING

"Did you realize the power you had over me when you love like that?"

"Did you love knowing you'd take it back?"

"I woulda done anything you wanted."

"Maybe I craved you so much 'cause I knew you were never mine."

PILLOW IN MY ARMS

"I'm in deeper than deeply."

"We were running from something and everybody."

"You won't see me out, I'm not ready for that."

"It won't bring you back, it won't make it stop, but it's all that I've got."

CYCLES

"I don't know how to shut you out."

"You're always there somehow."

"I still feel your presence like the scent of a perfume."

TEARS FOR FUN

"The deepest cuts, well, they heal so slow."

"You've really done some damage."

"You've really messed me up."

HIDING ALONE

"I wish we could talk now."

"You had a way of making everything disappear."

"You had a way of letting me let everything go."

"These days I feel like I don't know how to do just the simplest of things."

"Nobody else had the same superpower you had to make me feel something."

HOLE IN MY POCKET

"I keep on losing my things."

"Hey there, where did you go?"

"Maybe I don't take care of all the things that I love."

EVERLASTING

"They had faith more than anyone I know."

"Not even they could do it."

"I get scared that we'll end up like them."

"They were stronger than we could ever know."

"I wonder what came and destroyed them."

SO FAST

"You don't have to go so fast."

"How long we been out here?"

"How long we been alone?"

"It feels like I know you."

WHERE DID YOU GO?

"Where did you go?"

"I've been looking everywhere."

"I think my phone must have died."

"We both know that's just a lie."

"I think we both know that I'm not yours anymore."

"Are you sure you wanna know?"

[wellthebardsdead]

*the scarab prince & the runaway dragon, pt 13, part 12 here*

———

Steren: *seated in the corner club covered in a thick cloak and more adequate warm padding beneath his armour, face concealed and quietly eating as he observes the squalor his people live in here* I’m sure if I talk to Ulfric he’ll listen, the last thing he’ll want is war with morrowind while grappling with the civil war too.

Teldryn Sero: many officials and others with powerful connections have tried, your highness. Nothing short of your father turning up with his own envoy will change his mind. And even with your documents there’s no guarantee he’ll even entertain an audience with you. Besides, word around the city is he’s absent. No doing off on a tour to his settlements to ‘give his troops hope’.

Steren: we have to do something… *sighs, contemplating writing to Nerevar and hoping he’ll come to his aid in this matter, rather than immediately dragging him home kicking and screaming instead*

Teldryn Sero: do we now? *shakes his head* this place has fallen into ruin because half the dunmer here are too proud to ask for help, and the rest would rather complain than fix it themselves. I can name a few places back in morrowind that are just the same. They can easily improve their situations. They just choose not to-

Steren: my first steps into this city resulted in us being accosted by a drunken racist and Vivienne being struck. The squalor here might be in part to the people’s unwillingness to help themselves but that unwillingness is due in part to a cities unwillingness to help them with basic decency… *huffs and looks up at the holes in the ceiling* I can’t imagine sleeping in this place, just sitting here has me feeling unsafe.

Teldryn Sero: lucky for us then we’re not sleeping here.

Vivienne: Is there another inn within the city? You said candleharth was off limits for us though?

Teldryn Sero: not in the city. Out of it. A nice little hamlet if memory serves me correctly. Kynesgrove I think it’s called. Now hurry and eat. I want to get moving before nightfall.

Steren: do you have somewhere to be? You seem eager to move.

Teldryn Sero: I want out of this city, and skyrim is a dangerous place to travel at night. We’ll be welcome in Kynesgrove or at least find somewhere warmer to camp in the settlement. From there you two can figure out your plan.

Steren: plan… *looks to vivienne* I guess, we didn’t really think that far did we?

Vivienne: there’s nothing to think on… *holds his mug tight, staring at his tea silently* I’ll, find somewhere in skyrim to hide out far away from the rest of the world where I won’t bother anyone or anything ever again and nobody will be able to mistake me for vi-

Teldryn Sero: *shoves an ash yam wedge into his mouth* keep your voice down…

Vivienne: *nods and lowers his hood as he swallows* mm- *looks around* vivec… then, you can go home back to the palace where you belong…

Steren: I- what?? Vivienne I’m not just leaving you to fend for yourself here-

Vivienne: you’re the crowned prince, Steren… and I’m sure all of morrowind knows by now you’re missing… many probably think I… kidnapped you even… I heard people when I escaped… everyone thinks I’m vivec… Vivec kidnapping the prince and son of Nerevar sounds very believable to those who want to believe… and even to those who don’t… they’ll come looking for you, and they’ll find me again… you promised you’d help me hide… please… I can’t go back…

Steren: *knowing he’s right and wanting so badly for him to be wrong* and I’ll stick by that promise… *takes his hand, giving it a squeeze* Vivi…

*a few hours later*

Steren: *pouting as he stares at the tiny wash tub and towels* I asked for a bath and this is the best they can provide?

Teldryn Sero: It’s rare people in this land bathe. Especially here where it’s so cold, though, I think far too many people use that as an excuse to simply wallow in their own filth- *covers his eyes suddenly and swiftly leaves the room*

Steren: I- Teldryn? *turns to see where he went only to halt in place as he sees Vivienne approaching the wash tub beside him, robe sliding down his bare shoulders and his bare legs peering from beneath the fabric too* I-

Vivienne: *voice soft and full of gratitude* it was so kind of them to organise this so quickly. I hope they didn’t strain themselves hauling the water up the hill… *kneels and starts washing himself one limb at a time*

Steren: I?… you’re right… *kneels beside him and starts stripping his robes, feeling safe and content with how comfortable Vivienne is with him* have, you had any other dreams lately?

Vivienne: yes, I mean… not like the ones from the island, or from before. I didn’t dream of the mountain I dreamt of the ash wastes. I was walking and my stomach hurt. When I looked down, I was pregnant… my water broke and… then I woke up. I’ve had the same dream before so I know it means something.

Steren: *visibly surprised* why didn’t you say anything sooner?

Vivienne: like I said, I’ve had it before… I didn’t think it was important. Though now… I don’t know what’s important and what isn’t anymore…

Steren: what do you remember from it? Your skin colour?? Your clothes?

Vivienne: my… *holds up his hands* skin was, as it is now but… flipped. My right hand was gold and my left was dark. I remember sometimes a black fluid would drip from me as my water broke and I’d hear rattling chains… but. That’s it.

Steren: …Vivec’s skin was like yours but the reverse. He was the past, present and future of the chimer people. Their gold skin turned ashen. Yours though… maybe you’re their past? Or the future? Maybe you’ll be the herald to return us to golden skin.

Vivienne: no.

Steren: what?

Vivienne: I won’t be. I’m not a herald. I’m nobody. I’m just a fisherman. *grabs the sponge and starts scrubbing his golden skinned arm until it turns copper in hue* to oblivion with vivec, to oblivion with anyone who believes I’m vivec! *shakes his head as tears pool in his eyes* it’s not important okay?! I’m not important!! I’m not-

Steren: *grabs his hands and pulls him into his arms, holding him in his embrace* Vivi…

Vivienne: *inhales sharply as he rests against him, finally realising he’s trembling in his arms as tears spill down his freckled skin* I-I’m sorry-

Steren: no, no I shouldn’t have pushed-

Vivienne: you didn’t push I just- I just don’t understand what’s happening to me or why… all this because I touched a fucking glowing rock.

Steren: glowing rock? You never did explain to me what that was…

Vivienne: on the beach, in blacklight. It looked like volcanic slag but still glowing, I never questioned how or why it was still glowing even under water… when I touched it it changed me. Now I look- look like this…

Steren: like this?… *gently grasps the sponge and starts to clean him* beautiful you mean?

Vivienne: I- *blushes as he leans into his warm embrace* like vivec, I mean… *stares back and up into his warm, ruby red eyes* if you think I’m beautiful why did you deny me trying to repay my debt to you?

Steren: you have no debts to me, Vivienne… you owe me nothing.

Vivienne: I owe you everything…

Steren: you really don’t… especially not your body… *tries to avert his gaze from taking him all in but unable to hide the blush spreading across his skin*

Vivienne: but… it’s all I have to offer… I could never make enough gold to repay what you’ve spent on me… *glances at the bed and the coat laid out over it* buying such pretty things for me… *shivers as his fingers caress his skin with the warm water, his body tensing and relaxing with the foreign touch having witnessed other dunmer help each other bathe but never being afforded that aid before* bathing with me like I’m your equal… p-protecting me… there has, has to be some way I can repay you…

Steren: … *sets the sponge down and gently grasps his chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze the same way he’d seen voryn do to Nerevar so frequently* I just said… *feels his face flush deeper as his whole body burns with desire seeing the perplexed look on Vivienne’s face. Eyes wide and glassy still from crying, his sweet freckled cheeks equally as flushed as his flawless complexion, and soft lips agape with an unspoken question. His soft, kissable lips* you… *leans in slightly* you owe me nothing…

Teldryn Sero: *enters holding towels and covering his eyes* I’m not looking I’m not looking I’m not looking!

*that evening*

Steren: *sleeping peacefully on his side of the shared bed, his mind open and hoping to find his father’s presence beyond the cacophony of teldryn snoring surprisingly loudly in the corner, but instead finding another. The familiar warmth of his friend, Vivienne. It’s once warm glow in his mind now a deep blue, swirling in an uncertain pattern beneath the endless waters of the dreamsleave, refusing to take shape, refusing to face him and bend its form to the beautiful face that had begun to set his heart alight… instead seemingly sinking deeper down into the void beneath his feet, beyond his reach. Droplets of its mournful presence floating up and pressing beneath the unbroken tension like tears against his skin… tears…*

Vivienne: *tears spilling down his cheeks as he leans over Steren, placing a note on his pillow, one word written in terrible hand writing that took him an embarrassing amount of time for him to write* I-I’m sorry… *gently lays the coat over Steren, feeling like he’s no right to take it with him even as a gift* y-you’ll be safer this way, w-we’ll both be… l-leaving is the only way I can repay you… *pulls the thick wool blanket stolen from the bed around himself, using it in place of a coat and a cloak before slipping out into the night, a spider frantically running after him and getting squashed by the door as he leaves without another word*

Teldryn Sero: *quits his fake snoring act and shoots up from the bed, grabbing Steren by his shoulders and throttling him awake* Vivienne’s made a run for it!!

Steren: *jolts awake at being shaken, his mind taking a moment to comprehend teldryns words, then feeling the wetness on his cheeks from Vivienne’s tears* h-he what??! *sees Vivienne’s coat draped over him like a blanket in place of the one he took* Azuras mercy no! *hurries to get up and sees the note on his pillow, his eyes resting on the crude letters that simply read “goodbye.”* Vivi…

[writing-house-of-m]

Falling for you

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha is in love with you and decides to tell you

A/N: I was so impressed with myself when I came up with the title lol The request can be found here. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

Prompt: "Oh, I'm falling in love."

"It was when I saw you giving flowers to Wanda once. I saw the gesture and it hit me like a ton of bricks. The way you looked at her. I wanted someone to look at me like that. I learned afterwards not 'someone,' I wanted you to look at me like that.

"It was as if my mind held up a queue card telling me how I felt about you. I realised, 'Oh, I'm falling in love,' but the more I thought about it the more I realised I've been in love with you for a while and I didn't know what to do."

Natasha started speaking after you made a joke about her playing hide and seek. Nobody knew where she was when you noticed her missing for a while and got curious where she might have been. She was looking out at the view motionless before you got there for you don't know how long.

You regret making your joke.

"I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. Maybe because I'm sick of holding it all in.

"In the red room it was always 'love is just something used to brainwash childish minds', 'A chemical reaction, nothing more' and for the longest time I agreed. I have never experienced it before and didn't think I ever would…

"Until you."

She looks at you emotionally. It's the most vulnerable you have seen her. The 'Black Widow' on the verge of tears because of you,

"Natasha,"

And there is nothing you can say to make her feel better.

"I do love you, just not in the same way. I'm really sorry," you see in the way Natasha drops her head, the devastation she is feeling, "but my heart will always belong to Wanda."

She lets out a sad laugh, looking out at the setting sun in the horizon, orange and pink painting the sky, "Figures," she scoffs, "the person I fall for, already taken," she says, sniffling.

There are a few moments of tense silence before you decide to break it, in hopes to lighten the mood a little, "Well, if it's any consolation Wanda aspires to have your 'hot bod'," you jest, then raise your hands and eyebrows innocently, "her words, not mine."

It does make her laugh but shortly after, silence prevails and you both bask in it. You stay there in each others presence long after darkness takes over and white dots fill the night sky.

…

Shortly after your conversation on the roof you move out of the compound. It was something you and Wanda had been discussing anyway but you thought it would be easier for Natasha if you weren't there. To you it would have felt like you were rubbing your relationship in her face after her confession. But for Natasha, she missed seeing you everyday.

As always life continues, work takes over. Your time together is reduced to when you are assigned to the same missions. Natasha realises quickly her feelings for you will never falter. So she makes the most of the time she gets with you.

It doesn't take long for that to be taken from her as well.

…

Natasha felt your presence missing from this world. Prior to everything that happened, you hadn't been at the compound for the longest time but at least she knew you were out there and happy. But now? There was a gaping hole in the shape of you that was missing and it was unfair for everyone, not just herself.

It is why she makes the decision to go to Vormir.

The world is better with you in it.

Even if she won't be here to witness it.

As she is falling to her demise, the sound of wind rushing past her ears she closes her eyes to see your smiling face.

The memory of you stood on the rooftop trying to make her laugh. The picture can be compared to a piece of artwork with the way the warm setting sunlight hits off your skin and makes your eyes shine.

Natasha is glad to have such a picturesque image of you in her final seconds that she can find comfort in behind her eyelids.

Despite the cold climate and the circumstances her body is filled with warmth knowing she is the reason there is the possibility to bring you back. At least then you will have a chance at starting that family you and Wanda announced.

As that final image slips away along with her consciousness, Natasha thinks about the fact that even though she could never have you. You always had her.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

As skeleton is chilling in his garden, a random man digs a hole in the lawn, looks around, apologizes because he got the wrong garden, then disappears back into the hole, all of this in two minutes. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - Uh. He tells the man there's no problem, and doesn't move from where he is, just taking a bath sun. He should probably be concerned that he thinks it's perfectly normal, but it's too much work. He puts back his sunglasses and goes back to snore.

Undertale Papyrus - Wait, it's legal to dig tunnels on the Surface? Nobody told him that! He waited his whole life to dig tunnels! He runs to his shed to grab a shovel and starts digging a tunnel to Undyne's house.

Underswap Sans - He's not too happy about a random stranger intruding his yard, but... At the same time... Free tunnel, dude! He jumps head first in it and starts to crawl, laughing like a gremlin to see where it's going. Blue loves too much rolling in the mud.

Underswap Papyrus - He doesn't feel safe. He goes back inside and starts to block all the doors, just in case. He doesn't like that random people can enter his yard when he doesn't pay attention. That's creepy. He also calls his brother for advice only to watch in despair as Blue jumps into the hole to find who's digging...

Underfell Sans - He's not happy. Wrong or not, the guy is not getting out like this. He makes a tiny blaster and sends it into the hole, and then he shoots. He's very satisfied to hear the man screams in agony. Also, there's now a huge crack in the yard and the house floor and Edge is going to kill him. First, he attacks, then he thinks about the consequences...

Underfell Papyrus - Like hell they're getting away. Edge doesn't care he's too big for the hole, he's crawling after the guy. Or at least, he tries. After like three minutes he realizes he can't crawl further, but that he also can't crawl backwards... He hates he has to call Undyne for help. Undyne who will just hits him "accidentally" with her shovel again and again just because he can't move and she thinks it's funny. If he sees that man again, they're dead.

Horrortale Sans - The man meets with Oak, on all fours, growling angrily, his big eye staring at him. The man decides it's best to retreat and slowly disappear inside the hole. Oak attacks, angry, and starts to dig to get them, but after like two minutes he gets tired, collapses head-first in the hole, and decides to sleep there lol. He even gets lectured by his brother who thinks he's the one who made the hole.

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh hell no you don't leave. He uses his very long arms to grab the man by the ankles and drags him out by the feet. You're not leaving before he lectures you for entering his yard illegally! What do you think this place is? A zoo?

Swapfell Sans - He grabs a huge rock instinctively and, screaming the aliens are attacking, smashes the guy on the head a good thirty times before realizing that it's actually a human and that... Well, he's dead now. Oh well.... He's already in a hole in the ground, so he just pushes it back and buries him there.

Swapfell Papyrus - The man is staring at him in shock. Rus is staring back. "Are you a martian?" "sure am, bud. wants me to make a martian noise?" "Please, yes! I waited for this all my life!" Rus rolls on the ground, making the 200 rubber chickens hiding in his jacket scream in agony. Thanks to Rus, the man is sure he's on Mars and that Rus is some sort of local alien. Rus thinks it's too funny and plays along. The guy is so disappointed when a random human walks in front of the house he goes back into his hole to cry.

Fellswap Gold Sans - When the man gets out, he finds a gun pointing at his head. Wine just says "NO." and the man, scared, quickly retreats back into the hole and crawls away in fear. Wine blocks the way with a few big rocks and goes back to whatever he was doing before this.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was watering the flowers when suddenly one flower transformed into a grown-up random human. Coffee is speechless. And terrified. Are all the flowers transformed into humans? Well, that's terrifying and he hates this. He throws his watering can at the man's head and runs inside, screaming for help.

[unlovedanchor]

ASKING THEMSELVES WHAT LIES BEYOND, BEYOND, BEYOND.

a sentence prompt based off of the crane wives 2024 album, " beyond beyond beyond ". dark themes present, please adjust as needed.

SCARS.

i'm not the person that i thought i was.

i couldn't tell you where the ache came from.

it's raining in my head and i don't know why.

it's raining in my head nearly all the time.

all the love, all the kindness, all your best-laid plans couldn't stop me from becoming the way that i am.

all your best laid plans couldn't stop me from becoming the way that i am.

you toiled on a bridge to cross the gap inside but i couldn't help you build it and i don't know why.

you toiled on a bridge to cross the gap inside.

i couldn't help you build it, and i don't know why.

no, i couldn't let you build it, but god knows you tried.

i couldn't let you build it.

god knows you tried.

was i born with a hole in my heart?

tell me it’s inevitable that i’d end up with scars.

tell me it's inevitable.

i'm trying to come to terms with what you've done.

i'm tryng to come to terms with what you've done in the fumes of your anguish.

oh, my blistering pride.

the fumes of your anguish and my blistering pride.

i’m still burning like a tire fire deep down inside.

i'm burning like a tire fire and i don't know why.

we were always meant to fall apart.

nothing could have been done, is that right?

yeah, we were fucked from the start.

tell me it’s inevitable that i’d end up with scars from falling down.

BITTER MEDICINE.

someone take my keys, i'm in no shape for driving.

i'll sleep anywhere.

are you ashamed of me?

or did you buy what im selling?

it won't last you long.

i bite my tongue to keep the worst of words in.

they don't hurt nobody but me.

swallow the poison i wanna spit, i think it's making me sick.

don't look up to me, i'm not as tall as you think.

you see, i talk a big game but it's bullshit.

somebody clean me up.

it's a mess that i'm making.

pain is weak, but it spreads anyway.

is it a gift you give or something precious i'm taking?

HIGHER GROUND.

from where i'm standing i can't get a line of sight.

from where i'm standing i can't get a line of sight on the future.

should i head for higher ground?

it's out of my hands.

i gave up the truth and i can't take it back.

i can feel the earth shaking underneath me.

i'm afraid of what i'll find in the rubble when it's done.

i didn't wanna hurt anyone.

PREDATOR.

what's the worst thing that could happen?

what's the worst thing you can imagine?

the world is a nasty place.

i'm afraid to get comfortable.

my head is a nasty place.

what were you thinking? shouldn't you know better?

you opened the door for an apex predator.

i keep forgetting the lessons i've learned.

your heart is a nasty place.

i'm afraid to say no to you.

keep your lies and denial.

i am fighting for survival.

my heart is a changing shape.

what if i said no to you?

you took advantage of another anxious people-pleaser.

SAY IT.

did the real me corrupt the fantasy?

did i spoil the view?

the buildup is always better than getting what you want.

did i disappoint you?

say it, if it's over.

say it, so i can move forward.

please don't leave me in the dark.

i'm haunted by your tenderness.

you gave me a nice soft place to land.

you showed me what i'd been hiding from for years.

was that just sleight of hand?

speak the words, and i will move on.

you know i'm loyal to a fault.

i will sit here waiting for the axe to fall.

if you could, would you erase me?

if we were to meet as strangers again, would you refuse to meet my eye?

would you let me pass you by?

speak the words and i will be gone.

say it, if it's done.

i will sit here waiting.

MAD DOG.

pace yourself.

you've got a long way to go before you get to lay down.

you're stuffing coins in your mouth, hoping happiness will fall out.

i've been blind to the shortcuts.

i'm stuck on the tracks, and losing my way home.

i keep looking for the end of the tunnel, it never seems to get any closer.

who's gonna keep the lights on? who's gonna make it rain?

like a mad dog after rabbit.

i keep running.

i don't feel like it gets me anywhere.

you know the kickback is automatic.

knocking me down to the bottom and keeping me there.

brace yourself.

you're gonna drag that rock around the rest of your life.

you're dancing on a edge of a knife.

you're hoping someone else will decide.

we both know the ship is gonna sink.

i keep reaching for the shore, it never seems to get any closer.

ARCTURUS BEAMING.

i thank these walls.

my hideaway to worship the pain.

i never thought i'd leave the cave.

i'm more curious than afraid.

stacking layers like sediment, each one adding weight and compression.

i am tired of forming a cliff face inside of my chest.

my ribs ache from carrying it around.

i'm grieving all that i gave up.

do you wonder who's looking back?

another life-form on some undiscovered planet, a mirror image of us here.

what exists beyond?

TIME WILL CHANGE YOU.

something hurts, something aches.

something bends until it breaks.

it's only time that tortures you.

planting hearts in a grave, pray they grow after it rains.

someday, time will change you.

you'll leave behind what doesn't move.

time will change you.

we all outgrow our roots.

ain't that the way it always goes?

some of us float and some of us sink to the bottom.

just relax and believe that this will pass.

give me a chance to get this right.

i'm learning how to let go.

BLACK HOLE FANTASY.

aren't you tired of going through the motions?

is the daily grind supposed to dull the mind?

i see a window somewhere closing.

if love is just a chemical reaction, is there a pill to take?

is there something to quell this ache?

is this the real thing or a distraction?

is this worth the risk?

the weeks blur together.

i keep trying to ignore, but it's growing.

i'm on the way to your house.

i can't wait anymore.

i'm standing on your porch.

my knuckles hesitate an inch away from the door.

what happens when it opens?

even in my fantasy, i can't commit.

i'm afraid of what i want.

i keep the car running in case i need to take off.

i watch the ceiling buckle.

it's killing me i cannot see what's making her laugh.

let's try this again.

you pull me into your arms and i can feel your heart pounding.

RED CLAY.

today i woke up from a dream.

i was clawing my up a red clay mountain.

questioned myself: why keep going?

over my shoulder were towering trees, their rustling branches summoning me.

to a parallel trail, one not so steep, offering shelter.

we don't have to do it the hard way.

i take a deep breath and turn to be brave.

harvest the fruits of being afraid.

RIVER RUSHING.

not waiting one moment more.

tonight the dam will fall.

i'm changing, kick down that door.

kick down that door.

the pressure has been crushing.

it's time to free the river rushing.

i crave the freedom of relief.

only one way out, it's through.

my wild heart is buried underneath.

i know i can't grow beneath a story told.

whenever you're ready.

a battle cry is trapped between my teeth.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

INEVITABLE [7]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, discussion of illegal trade goods

word count: 2,600

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

[a/n: the next one is gonna be much longer than these short updates im sorry]

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07: A FAVOR FOR A FRIEND

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"fortune favors the bold."

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“Din, this place is a shit hole.”

He couldn’t find the words to reply, and it wasn’t because he didn’t agree. Thyreps was a shit hole. Nobody came to this world because they wanted to⏤ it was a world of poor convenience. Din was speechless because every time he heard you say his name it felt like his heart would get stuck in his throat. A pathetic and sad reaction that he wished he could get over, but even after two days of traveling to Thyreps he had not. In fact, since he was already being pathetic, Din could admit that with every single time he heard you say it he grew more obsessed with the sound of it leaving your lips.

“Din?”

“Yeah.” Din grunted out. He cleared his throat and gave a small nod as the two of you stared out of the ship's glass to the orange and red world below. “You’re not wrong. Imagine Jakku, but worse.”

“Maker.” You scoffed and leaned back in your seat. “I didn’t think a place worse than Jakku existed.”

“Unfortunately, there is.”

“Gross.”

Din chuckled under his breath at your obvious disgust at the world. He couldn’t even offer comfort because your reaction had been entirely accurate. Din hated Thyreps. The last time he had visited had been ages ago, before Grogu even, and it was because he had followed a quarry there. He navigated the Razor Crest down to the capital city’s main tarmac. It wasn’t overly large or busy, but that’s because Thyreps wasn’t overly large or busy. 

“What exactly will the Reaper be able to give you?” Din asked as he rose from the pilot chair and hit a few buttons to lock up the Crest’s console. “Viktor’s location?”

“Nah. Viktor is in Canto Bight.” You replied.

Din’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He shook his head. “Then why don’t I just take you there? We can do what needs to be done.” 

There was a pause of silence that made him nervous. He watched as you pasted on a false smile before responding. “He’s not where we can reach him. Viktor is hiding underground with the 1% of the galaxy that’s escaping trouble. You need a pass to get in and only a few souls have access to that sort of thing. That’s what the Reaper is gonna give me. Information on how to get one so I can sneak in and kill Viktor.” Briefly, your voice steeled. “And I meant that. Me. I will sneak in, and I will kill Viktor. Not us.” Din realized the mistake he had made with his words and he stiffened. “I appreciate your help with this, Din, but I’ve come too far to let someone else cut in and pull the trigger before I can.”

“Right. I didn’t mean⏤”

“Viktor is my monster to get rid of.” You finished then turned to leave the cockpit.

Din hesitated to allow you the space to slip away into the cargo hold alone. That was stupid and reckless of him. The atmosphere with you had gotten so comfortable, especially with you using his name, that Din forgot that you were still skittish with this topic. He meant his words. There was nothing he wanted more than to rip Viktor to shreds with his bare hands. It had been a long time since a person evoked such a visceral rage in him, but this stranger had. Despite that, Din knew what this journey meant to you. He would never take that closure from you.

After another beat, Din followed after you and climbed down into the cargo hold. The ramp had been opened and he saw you lift a groggy Grogu from the hammock to hold. The boy had been sleeping and with the way he curled into your arms, Din could tell he was still far from fully awake. Din would be lying if he said he didn’t like seeing you and Grogu together. The boy was growing more and more attached to you, and you seemed so good with him. Din’s only fear was that Grogu was getting too attached. When the mission ended, Viktor was dead, and you left it would be devastating to the boy. Din had already stupidly gotten more attached to you than he should.

“Hey⏤” He began.

You cut in first. “I’m sorry.” Grogu was resting his head on your shoulder and you were rubbing his back while you spoke. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I know what you meant in general, and I really do appreciate your help.” You twisted your lips and gave him a small shrug. “My first instinct tends to be either sarcasm or hostility.” 

Din let out a soft laugh. “No. It’s fine. I…I should have worded that better.” He came closer at the sound of his voice made Grogu turn with grabby hands. You chuckled at the sight and met him halfway so Din could scoop the boy out of your arms and cradle him to his own chest. “I know how much this means to you. I do. I’d never take it from you, mirdala runi.”

“I know.” You nodded and he could feel the sincerity in your words followed by an awkward shift where you tried to backpedal. You rubbed the back of your neck and began to walk to the ramp. “So, uh, what are we waiting for? Let’s go explore this garbage planet and find this guy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Din chuckled. With Grogu in one arm, he rooted through his weapon closet to arm himself. A few steps away you were playing with the strap of your bag and waiting. When he finished, he nodded for you to follow and once the two of you were out in the heat of Thyreps on the tarmac rather than the Crest he hit a button on his vambrance to lift the ramp and lock it. “If we find my source then she can tell us where the Reaper is right now.”

“I can’t imagine this city has many cantinas.” You replied then chuckled. “Hell, there can’t be many on the entire planet.”

“No, but I thought we might save ourselves the time of sitting in every single one for a few hours.” Din teased with a small smile.

You lightly shoved your shoulder into his, “Ha. Funny, bucket head.” Din glanced over at you in amusement. Your smile had taken that very real quality to it that he loved to see. “The Mandalorian has jokes. What a riot.”

“You’re not the only one with a sense of humor.” Din hummed.

“I never said I was. I just said my sense of humor was funnier than yours.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a difference between being funnier and being less humble.”

You laughed in response and Din knew that sound was in tough competition with hearing you say his name. Din had never prided himself on being funny. He tended to be dry with his humor and people either got that or they didn’t. Being able to make you laugh, his soulmate, made his heart hum in content.

Din led you into the city and as they walked down the mildly crowded city streets, Grogu began to rouse and wake up more. Now he spun his gaze in different directions to curiously take in their surroundings. As the three of them passed a few market stands, you paused to buy two kabobs with an unfamiliar meat and vegetable on it. You handed one to Grogu who didn’t hesitate to dig in while nibbling on the other yourself. 

There was an old boxing gym near the center of the city. It was one of the only buildings Din was familiar with so finding it hadn’t been too difficult. Leading you inside, Din scanned the room for a familiar face. The gym was filled with people training or working out, but off to the side leaning against the wall was his old friend. Though the term ‘friend’ was technically relative. 

“Ari.” He called out and the woman’s head snapped to meet him with a curious gaze. However, her dark eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him. “I need a favor.”

Ari’s blue eyes suddenly widened in recognition and she pushed off the wall to approach. Her dark hair was messily pulled up into a ponytail and she clapped her hands with a laugh. “Mando! Maker, how the hell are ya?” She continued to drift closer until she stood not too far away. Ari motioned to him. “I like this new look. Shiny.”

“I need a favor.” Din repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. Geez, always business with this one.” Ari snickered. She glanced at you and Din quickly made introductions. Ari gave him a skeptical look, “I never had you pegged as the type to indulge in the slave trade, Mando.”

Din felt the blood leave his face at even the thought of what Ari was thinking. He spluttered to explain, but you let out a sharp laugh and shook your head. “He isn’t. I’m just a tag along he picked up.”

“Good. I don’t tolerate that kind of shit in my house.” Ari nodded. She pointed to Grogu next. “And what the fuck is that?”

Din bristled at the tone, but he bit back on his temper. He knew Ari didn’t mean harm. She was just blunt and crass and a giant pain in his ass on the best of days. “This is Grogu.” At his name, Grogu turned and offered the woman a small wave as he finished off the last of his kabob. “He’s my son.”

“That’s not a real name, but sure.” Ari raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were human though, weren't you? What the hell did you fuck to get⏤”

“Ari.” Din snapped. “The favor.”

Ari rolled her eyes and motioned for them to follow her. Din blew out a sigh, and you leaned in closer to speak. “So, she’s…interesting.”

“She’s a smuggler. Runs her crew from this place.” Din explained.

“How’d you meet her?”

“She was a quarry.” Din said. He met her long before he crossed paths with Grogu. Din had picked her up with full intentions to turn her in, but the woman offered him an ingot of beskar for a ride to Jakku. Knowing she picked places like Jakku and Thyreps to reside made him question her already questionable sanity.

You chuckled and he watched as you pointed to yourself, then to Grogu, then to Ari who walked a few feet ahead. “Do you ever actually turn in any of your quarries?” Din laughed and ignored the surprised look that Ari threw over her shoulder at him. “I’m kind of serious.”

The Ari woman had led them into what looked like a small back office. She sat behind the desk and Din motioned for you to take the only seat in front of the desk. Din. It still felt unusual to know his name even days after he gave it. You fell into the seat, and Din lowered Grogu to rest in your lap while he rested his hands on the chair’s back so he could lean there.

“Alright. Favor?” Ari asked.

Din nodded once and you let him take the lead since he knew this woman better than you did. “Yes. We need to find the Reaper.”

“Ew.” Ari blanched. “Who the hell wants to find him?”

You lifted a hand with a sheepish smile. “That’s me, I suppose. I need info from him.” Ari paused and motioned to you with her hand obviously fishing for more. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat before nodding. “Well, I need a pass in order to get into Canto Bight’s underground.”

“The Golden Ring?” Ari scoffed. “Yeah, okay, you do need Reaper for that. Unfortunately for you.” She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “You need to go to Reti.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, and apparently Din was equally as confused by this information. He spoke up from behind you. “Why do we need to go there? I thought the Reaper hangs around in one of the cantinas here. There’s nothing on Thyrep’s moon but dust and trouble.”

“Correct.” Ari nodded. “However, if you want a favor from me then I need a favor from you.”

“You owe me one.” Din scoffed.

“No.” She dragged the word out. “We became even when I gave sent you a message on that one quarry you were searching for way back.” You glanced over your shoulder at Din whose shoulders seemed to slump in realization. “Exactly. This’ll be easy though. Tit for tat.”

Din sighed irritably, “What do you want?”

“There’s a smuggling camp on Reti. A Twi’lek named Dorsil stole some goods I planned to fence myself. I want my stuff back, is all.”

“What stuff?”

“Just some weaponry parts.”

You could feel Din stiffen behind you as he repeated his words once more. “What stuff?”

Ari shot both of you a sheepish smile. “Disruptor cores.”

“Are you out of your kriffing mind?” Din snapped. You didn’t know enough about the weapon parts to understand the issue. Din shifted so he stood behind you rather than behind as he continued to argue. “Cores don’t travel well.”

“Yeah, I’m fully aware of that, Mando.” Ari scoffed. “I’d go get them myself, but…”

You raised an eyebrow, “But what?”

“But I don’t wanna, and I got you two here looking for a favor.” Ari replied. “It’s like kismet.” Her eyes glanced back to Din and a grin adorned her features. “So? How bad do you need the Reaper?”

Din was silent for a moment before he nodded once. “Get me the coordinates.”

Ari pumped her fist once before rifling through her desk looking for something. You stood up and set a hand on Din’s arm. Grogu squirmed to be let down so you set him on the chair before pushing Din aside. “How dangerous is this?”

“It’s risky, but if done right everything will be fine.”

“You could say that about literally anything, bucket head.” You replied. “Give it to me straight.”

Din blew out a soft sigh, “Cores are highly volatile before they’re built into the weapon. It’s like carrying around a box of explosives. In theory, it should be fine, but under the right conditions⏤ or wrong conditions, I guess I should say⏤ they’re quick to ignite.”

You twisted your lips. “If you think it’s too dangerous⏤”

“No. We’re getting you the Reaper’s location.”

“I don’t want to put you or Grogu at risk for this.” You argued back and surprisingly it tasted of the truth. For so long, you assumed there wasn’t a price you wouldn’t be willing to pay for the information, but it seemed you had been wrong. You found the line in the sand you couldn’t cross.

Din set his gloved hand over yours on his arm and shook his head. “Everything is going to be alright. I promise, ner mirdala runi. I will get you the Reaper’s location.”

Ari called out that she had the information on hand, and he turned his attention back to her. You crossed your arms in thought. Of course you wanted to know where this man was. He was the next step in getting to Viktor. However, you couldn’t shake this foreboding feeling in your stomach that this was a bad idea.

mando'a translations

ner mirdala runi: my clever soul

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