#I'm literally soaked with tears holy fuck

[5amanthus]

It's been a little over two months since I lost my Snow and I grieve less often now, but wow the way this comic made me start sobbing my eyes out instantly. She was only three before she got sick, but no matter how short or long the time, it's never enough and they always leave such an impact.

This is the last picture I took of her before her condition got too bad.

I'm sorry for your loss 🫂Lyra looks so well loved

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

[strawberryhotlips]

༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word count: 4360

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Rader is a little mean to the boys in this chap, but she's just defending herself! everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 -)

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hii beautiful people!! I'm finally back with the second chap of this story! It took me longer than the first one, sorry for the delay! hope you enjoy it a lot! You would help me a lot by liking, reblogging and commenting! Without further ado, thank you very much and enjoy!

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... that sound definitely wasn't the rain....

Your senses were sharpened to the maximum again, your hand gripping your weapon tightly and securing it close to your body. Your heart and breathing seemed to be in a race to see which one was faster, but you could be sure that your heart was the winner, as you could literally feel it pounding in your ears. Your throat suddenly felt tight and dry, nerves and anxiety on edge, you tried to swallow to moisten it, but your attempts were futile. You could feel tears stinging your eyes from the desperation you felt.

"Holy shit..." your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to process what was happening. You tried to calm yourself and sharpen your hearing so you knew how many men you were up against. Your room suddenly seemed suffocating and tiny, you felt the bubbling of a panic attack in your chest, you felt like you were going to die, your mind kept telling you that your minutes were numbered. You started to shake as one shudder after another went through your body like lightning, it was desperate and terrifying. You quietly climbed down from your bed and approached the door of your room on tiptoe. You wanted to listen better, because despite your fear, dying was not an option, not after surviving for so long. Breathing shakily, you leaned your ear against the door of your room, trying to catch a sound. Fuck, you had no idea what to do, fear made your legs shake slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intruders were breathing heavily and panting, a sign that they had been running. Their clothes were soaked from the heavy storm outside, so the floor was filled with small puddles of water and some mud "Fuck, that was close..." one of them said, trying to catch his breath, putting a hand on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart as he leaned against the front door, holding it shut.

How stupid you were. In the midst of crying for your mother, you'd forgotten the most important thing: securing the fucking front door of your house.

"It was all Jake and Ni-ki's fault, we almost got caught by the police!" another voice shouted, pointing at the named ones who looked at him with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, while the first boy who had spoken looked at him with wide eyes, signaling him to shut up.

"Excuse me? no no, no way, it's not our fault, no one forced you to come with us Jay..." another of the voices said with a distinctive accent, his words tinged with contempt "And try not to scream, the police might still be around.." Jay frowned and approached this one with indignant steps "Don't be an idiot Jake, we can't let you go off alone in the middle of the night, you know crime has risen too much in the last few years, there's a reason the government declared a curfew after midnight, fuck..." his voice sounded frustrated as he looked at him seriously. "'You're a grown man, you should have a little more conscience, you both could have been killed..." he said this time with more seriousness and concern, scolding him firmly in a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Definitely none of them wanted to die, let alone go to jail, Jay was right, they couldn't just leave in the middle of the night and put themselves in danger and worry the rest of the group. It was a miracle they had found this house, a few more minutes and the police would have caught them.

"Well, sorry, it was my idea Jay Hyung..." another deeper voice said as he scratched his neck a little embarrassed and looked at the elder "Anyway, we're all fine," he said this time with a little cheeky but guilty smile trying to break the tense moment.

A sigh was heard, followed by another clear voice. "It's okay Ni-ki, make sure you don't do it again please..." he asked firmly but at the same time calmly as he looked at the one named and also at Jake who nodded silently, feeling a little guilty, he had quite a bit of leadership in his voice. Ni-ki nodded, "Okay, Jungwon Hyung..." Ni-ki's deep voice hung in the cold air of the house as Jungwon sighed again.

The house was silent for a few seconds as the boys looked around and surveyed the place, ignoring the fact that they were freezing to death from the water that had fallen on them in the middle of winter. And it had occurred to Ni-ki that it would be fun to leave (escape) from where they lived at three in the morning, Jake saw him trying to leave and joined him on the pretext that he "couldn't let him go alone because it was too dangerous", which brought them all here.

Ni-ki was the youngest of the group, which of course made him the most rebellious, and someone like that always needed an accomplice, which was Jake most of the time, which led to both of them getting into trouble quite often.

"It's a nice house...strange that it's abandoned..." another voice, different from the others, a little softer, broke the silence, praising the architecture of the place, your place. And it was true, it was a huge house, with a modern vintage style. Another of the boys nodded in agreement as he shook his head a little, trying to get the water out of his hair, "Yeah, Sunoo's right...it's pretty nice for being abandoned..." The words hung heavy in the air as the boys looked at each other, seemingly searching for answers, there seemed to be an immediate understanding between them as the named one nodded and the seven began to explore the living room, their steps cautious in the new suspicion that someone already lived in the house. Even though it seemed empty, they had to make sure they were out of danger.

On the second floor, you had managed to identify seven voices from your room, where you were still trying to calm down. So they were being chased by the police for breaking the curfew, tsk...men. Your breathing was still fast, but as you listened to their conversations, you managed to calm down a bit, knowing that because of their actions, it wouldn't be very difficult to deal with them.......

or so you thought

You could hear them walking around your living room and decided that you needed to listen more closely, their voices were a little muffled by the distance. You were about to open your bedroom door slightly, but what sounded like something falling to the floor startled you slightly as your free hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, as if holding on to it would somehow protect you from them.

"Shit..." cursed the voice of one of the guys whose name you hadn't heard yet, furrowing his brow slightly "Pfff...what an idiot, Heeseung Hyung..." Ni-ki said, letting out a laugh as he sneered at the older one, watching as he crashed into a nearby shelf, causing a ceramic jug to fall and shatter into several pieces on the floor.

Heeseung turned his head to look at Ni-ki with narrowed eyes, "Aish...hey, what a brat...i can't see..." mild annoyance ran through his dramatic voice as he defended himself and pointed at Ni-ki who was still laughing. The other five boys chuckled a little at the amusing situation between the oldest and the youngest of the group. They got along so well, you could hear a certain camaraderie in their voices, as if they had known each other forever "I mean, ....Ni-ki isn't wrong..." the other boy, whose name you didn't know yet, remarked with a slight sideways smile that showed his fangs a little longer than usual, a cute, not-so-usual attraction.

Heeseung looked at him without any amusement on his face, judging him with his eyes. They had this habit of teasing him, not that he really minded, but he was tired, hungry and soaking wet, not in a good mood "Really, Sunghoon, you too?" he shook his head in disapproval as Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders without saying anything else and let out a small chuckle. He was really stressed out too and fuck, the current situation had affected him a lot, he hadn't had pussy in over four fucking years and he fucked so often that he was really going crazy.

Not that he was a pervert (or maybe yes), but he excused himself by saying that "fucking relieved his stress and made him perform better in his daily life"

But he had never experienced falling in love, only one-night stands, just like the other guys. The hope that he could have pussy faded deeper and deeper in the back of his mind, and he resigned himself to settling for his own hand. But he refused to accept that idea, he still had some hope. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted a woman he could love and who would love him, he wanted to be a good love and he also had a dream of being a father, something that obviously seemed unattainable for Heeseung, in fact it seemed unattainable for the seven men.

They really wanted to fall in love...

In fact, they were all stressed about the lack of pussy.... Even Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were still virgins and had never been able to bury their sad cocks in real pussy, were sexually frustrated. But for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Sunoo, the feeling of being trapped inside a pussy was like nothing else in the world and now they could only remember and even imagine because fuck, four years without sex, it was like being a virgin all over again.

But come on, their hearts needed to be stimulated as much as their cocks.

Jungwon cautiously approached the now non-existent jar on the ground, bowing slightly and examining it, "If someone was here, they would have heard us by now..." he mused with a calm expression. He straightened as he turned to look at the other boys, they were like his family, he had known them for many years and loved them like his brothers.

The only thing that illuminated the living room at the moment was the light from the occasional thunder light that came through the window like a horror movie. It was a huge place, enough for everyone to be comfortable "I think we can either spend the night here or keep the place, after all, the one we had was getting too small for the seven of us..." he looked at them, waiting for a sign of denial, but they all seemed to agree.

It wasn't a bad idea, after all. They were in the middle of the forest, far away from the city, where there was more crime by the way, and the place seemed quite cozy. Besides, if Jungwon said so, it was because it had to be. He always made sure that everyone felt comfortable, even though they often fought like siblings, which was sometimes funny, Jungwon always prioritized everyone's well-being.

"Well, we should look for the bathroom, clothes and blankets, I'm freezing...we could take a bath..." Sunoo spoke for the second time, articulating each of his words with his hands. The boys nodded. A hot shower sounded great after running through the forest in the rain, so much that their legs felt tired.

"Good idea, we should split up, go through the rest of the house and look for the things we need..." fuck no, if they went through the rest of the house they would definitely find you and that couldn't happen, they couldn't find you, so you had no choice but to find them before it was too late.

Sunghoon's voice was full of determination as he explained his idea to the others, who immediately agreed. But before they could take action, you beat them to it for your own good.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you..." Your voice finally echoed through the living room with newfound certainty, causing a sudden hush to fall over the place. Your gun was pressed against the large back of one of the seven boys, who was now undeniably tense, you could tell by the way the muscles in his back were contracting under his clothes. He was tall, blond, and seemed to have well-defined biceps.....

"No, idiot, this is not the time to think about biceps, concentrate" You mentally scolded yourself.

Instinctively, he raised both hands to let you know that he was not going to attack you. His hands were shaking slightly and he was completely stiff as he felt the cold metal of your gun against his back, which, in addition to your distinctly feminine voice, sent shivers down his spine.

From your vantage point, you could see the faces of the other six boys, pale and still as if they had seen a ghost. And no wonder, they must be more confused and shocked than ever. The torrential rain that pounded against the windows and roof was the only thing that filled the deadly silence. It was the first time you had seen people in years, your heart was beating fast in your chest and you couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement...

or perhaps a mixture of both.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them tried to move forward, his hair was a deep red, but quickly there was an instant click in your head as you pulled the safety off your gun, making him flinch in place, your survival instinct was at its peak "Take another fucking step and I'll blow your friend's head off..." your voice was cold as was the expression on your face, your breathing rapid, matching that of the guys in front of you who seemed more nervous than you.

Your eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, and even though you were scared shitless inside, you didn't want to let it show, you didn't want them to notice your weakness. This time you leaned your gun against the back of the blond boy's neck, indicating that you meant business.

Fuck, they couldn't let something go unnoticed, something they thought didn't exist anymore and that they would never see again in their lives, suddenly the reality they lived in took a 180 degree turn when you appeared, you were a woman, fuck, you clearly were, and you stood in front of them and threatened to blow Sunghoon's head off with one shot. It all seemed like a lie, the last four years of their lives began to have an unbearable weight on their backs when they saw you. They began to think they were hallucinating and had to blink several times to process the information. Even so, their throats felt dry and their eyes couldn't take their eyes off you. Sunghoon began to feel impatient, yes, he was scared, but he also wanted to see you, so he gathered all his courage to speak

"M-Miss...we don't want to hurt you..." you idiot, he mentally cursed himself for stuttering slightly and scrunched up his face in an expression that clearly said 'I screwed up', he who never hesitated in front of any woman had just done it with you, which left his ego a little bruised, but he didn't care.

You clenched your jaw as you heard him speak, pressing the gun harder against his head, making him tense up even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...really, we don't mean any har-..."

Pathetic, he begged pathetically, but a mixture of fear and emotion controlled him at that moment, he couldn't control it.

"Shut up...you talk too much for someone who is being targeted..." your voice was cutting and harsh, making it clear that there was no room for discussion in your words, making Sunghoon shut up immediately as he nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

You had to find a way to control the situation, no matter what. You grabbed the boy's soaked shirt from behind and pushed him down, "Get on your knees..." you ordered firmly and he obeyed immediately, kneeling on the ground, you don't have many options when you have a gun pointed at you, making it so that everyone could see you better now. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you couldn't trust them, not yet, "You too, idiots, what are you waiting for?"

Yes, maybe you were too harsh, but you had to guarantee your survival first and foremost.

With the seven men now kneeling on the floor in front of you, you sighed and thought about what to do next. You weren't going to kill them, you weren't that kind of person, even if it gave them a free hand to hurt you, you just weren't that kind of person. But letting them go wasn't an option either, what were you going to do, stay with them? you didn't know them, the most you knew was their names and from the way they looked, they were all around your age.

"Are you really a woman?" the voice of one of them broke through your cloud of thoughts. Oh God, you didn't think they were that stupid, he really just asked you that?

You raised your eyes to look at the boy who had spoken, your brow was clearly furrowed, he had some blue strands in his black hair "Jay, shut up for God's sake," Heeseung spoke softly, clearly scolding him, really, he couldn't believe his friend had asked that. But he didn't blame him, he was just as or even more stunned than Jay by your presence, which made him move slightly in his place, not wanting to alert you, he really couldn't believe his eyes either, actually none of them could.

While you thought intently without saying a word, your gun still rested on Sunghoon's head. You bit your lower lip, trying to think of a quick solution, but damn, this was clearly going to take a long time. A sigh left your lips, you were sleepy, your body was aching and your head was going a mile a second, which made your mental situation difficult as well as putting your thoughts in order. In addition, you couldn't see much because there was no light and everyone's eyes were on you, which inevitably made you a little nervous.

Meanwhile, the boys' minds were no better off than yours, still trying to process that you actually exist and are not a figment of their imagination.

Hell, they even wanted, no, they had to be in Sunghoon's place. Just knowing that you were a woman got them going, but what about your assertive dominance? The way you had brought Sunghoon, who was probably one of the strongest in the group, to his knees with a simple command from your lips was fucking attractive.

The tension in the air was thick, not only because they were threatened at gunpoint, but also because there was an undeniable sexual attraction and tension between you and them. It was impossible to control, something instantaneous that left them with their breath caught in their throats and their cocks already half hardened in their pants, including Sunghoon himself. They didn't want to look like dogs in heat or perverts, they didn't want to scare you and make you think badly of them, but it was something that was simply out of their hands.

The cold they had felt from being soaked earlier vanished at a ridiculous speed and was replaced by warmth. Their faces were slightly flushed and now that they knew you were real, they couldn't help but imagine a lot of situations in their twisted minds, but damn, besides being hard, you were beautiful, a temptation at a glance that made them clench their thighs as their erections went wild.

Sunghoon, who was closest to you, was the most affected, he could even smell your scent, so soft and delicate, the scent of a woman. He stopped himself from inhaling your precious scent with all his might, forgetting that the tip of a gun was pressed against his head.

Jungwon cleared his throat, trying to find his voice in your presence, which was quite strong, "Miss, please..don't hurt us... we can just go and..." a dry laugh came out of your throat as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, cutting off his words, "Sure, I'll let you go so you can shout that you found a woman all over Seoul..." Your words were clearly sarcastic, rejecting his suggestion outright, making Jungwon quickly shake his head in an attempt to contradict you, but your gaze was enough to make him stop trying.

"Then you'll have to let us stay here..." the rational sense of Heeseung had left his head when he dared to say those words with a tone of boldness and obviousness as he looked at you with slightly half-closed eyelids, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It infuriated you, how could he be so arrogant when you could literally kill him at any moment? You looked at him as you let go of Sunghoon and approached him with quickened steps. You grabbed his jaw with one of your hands and roughly lifted his face to look into his eyes while resting your gun on his forehead. Your eyes betrayed your anger, but he seemed too relaxed for his own good, "You better shut the fuck up, because if you don't..." the asshole didn't let you finish as he blatantly interrupted you, "If I don't, what?..." he dared you, not only with his voice, but also with his eyes.

How fucking dare he?

"You're not going to kill us..." he said, his fucking grin getting bigger and bigger, "if you wanted to, we'd all be dead by now from the moment you walked into this room, precious..."

Oh fuck, he couldn't be that fucking arrogant, but he was right, you wouldn't kill them and you hated that he could read you so easily without even knowing you.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to break his ridiculously attractive face, because that was one little detail you hadn't been able to overlook, they were all fucking attractive, but you couldn't afford to think about that when your top priority had to be keeping yourself safe.

You clenched his jaw with your hand, your fingers digging lightly into his skin, causing a small sigh to leave his lips, "You're right, i may not want to kill you...but I'll blow your fucking balls off if you keep spitting shit..." this time he didn't dare interrupt you, instead he seemed to be lost in limbo. His gaze was fixed on your lips as you spoke each word with furious determination....

Fuck, you had fire in you

The formula was simple: danger equals adrenaline, adrenaline equals thrill, and thrill equals arousal. There was no other way to explain why they enjoyed danger so much.

The others were waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them.

So you weren't going to kill them. A relief settled in their chests when they realized that you weren't a bad person, you were just defensive, which was completely normal when seven intruders enter your house in the middle of the night. Jungwon had quickly understood and realized that Heeseung had been the first to notice, that's why he dared to talk to you like that. Now the group was less tense, they trusted their oldest member, they knew that Heeseung wouldn't risk doing something he wasn't completely sure about.

"All right, no need for anyone to get hurt, miss..." Jungwon interrupted what seemed to be a dueling stare between Heeseung and you, his words a little more confident now that Heeseung had taken it upon himself to break through the layer of harsher tension, but still he was being cautious.

Your eyes didn't leave Heeseung's and you didn't take the gun away from his head either, but his words echoed in your head and honestly, you didn't have much of a choice. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, you wondered what to do, you had been alone too long, you remembered nights when you couldn't sleep because you were so scared. Maybe letting them stay was your best option, you knew you were the last woman on earth, you were sure that if you asked them to do something, they would do it without hesitation and maybe they could protect you. Bring you out of your state of loneliness, which seemed to grow with time.

The boys' knees were starting to hurt from kneeling for so long, but the tense situation in the living room was too tense for any of them to try to make a move. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, including you.

A sigh escaped your lips when you realized that you would have no choice but to let them stay here, but if that was going to happen, it would be under your own rules. You didn't want to be alone anymore, which didn't mean that you were going to blindly trust them overnight, because trust was a luxury you could pay dearly for if you decided to put all your cards on the table.

You let go of Heeseung's face and slowly lowered your gun, your gaze, still quite hard, shifting from him to the other guys as you took your time to study their expressions.

"Alright..I'll let you all stay..." you finally declared and your words were an immediate comfort to the seven men in front of you, but before any of them could say anything you continued "But..." you fell silent for a few seconds, letting the anticipation fill the air "if any of you do anything stupid, i swear...

i will kill you..."

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

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[mintsturniolo]

i did what i had to (m.s)

bf!matt sturniolo x f!reader

warnings: blood... idk

a/n: unedited. ya'll i was literally bored and making breakfast and this little blurb popped into my head. idk. no backstory... for this fic so ya'll can choose what you think led to this. anyways working on my other stuff too 🤍

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Nick asked, getting Charli out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” Charli asked. “Oh. No, I’m good. Thanks.”

Chris joined Charli at the dinner table and gave her a small hug. “He’ll be home soon. I promise.”

Charli shrugged as she rested her head on the table. “I know. He’s just been acting so strange lately. I’m worried about him.”

Nick sat on the other side of his friend and rubbed her back reassuringly. Charli was about to say something when the front door opened. She looked up and gasped when she saw her boyfriend. Matt was covered in scratches and bruises as he stumbled into the kitchen. Blood coated his hands and ran down the left side of his forehead. His white shirt was no longer white and he seemed to be in pain as he gripped his side. “Holy shit. Matt what the hell?” Chris gasped. “What happened.

“I did what I had to,” Matt replied leaning heavily onto the dining room table. “No one followed me, right?” he asked, panic filling his voice.

Nick looked out the windows and shook his head. “No. Matt, what did you do? Who’s blood is that?”

“I can’t talk about this,” Matt muttered before stumbling into his bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Charli glanced anxiously at Nick and Chris before following Matt. She knocked on the door as she listened to her boyfriend’s heavy breathing on the other side of the door. “Let me in.”

The door clicked and Charli went into the bathroom to see Matt standing in the bathroom staring at his bloodied hands. He was shaking, his breathing getting heavier by the second. “What happened?”

“I dunno,” Matt stammered. “He came out of nowhere.”

Charli ran her fingers through Matt’s damp hair and sighed. “Let’s just get you cleaned up.”

Matt didn’t respond. He couldn’t stop staring at the blood on his hands. Charli snapped her fingers, finally getting her boyfriend’s attention. “That shirt is ruined. Let’s get that off okay?”

“Hmmmm,” Matt hummed.

Charli gently helped Matt pull off his shirt and gasped. Bruises covered his entire stomach and chest. Charli reached for a towel and soaked it in the sink before wiping the blood off Matt’s hands. She saw the relief in his eyes the second his hands were clean. “Matt, I have to ask. What did you do?”

Matt looked away, not wanting to think about what had just happened. Charli gently wiped the dried blood off Matt’s bottom lip. Matt inhaled sharply when Charli started to wipe the cut on his head. "Fuck. Charli that hurts," he muttered.

"I'm sorry baby. I have to get this clean," Charli sighed.

When she’d finished cleaning up, Matt took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, covering his face with his hands. Charli sat quietly beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. She didn’t know what to ask. “Matt,” she sighed. “Who was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Matt replied.

“It does,” Charli replied. “Look at you. You came in covered in blood and shaking. I thought you were going to collapse. You still look like you need a hospital. What did you do? What did they do?”

Matt got up and started to open the door when Charli grabbed his arm. “Matty. Please,” she begged. “How can you say it doesn’t matter?”

“Cause he’s dead,” Matt snapped, tears forming in his eyes. “I didn’t want to. I had no choice. I was protecting you.”

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[measuredingold]

i think i’m in love

author's note: hi all ! something short and sweet for our boy folio :) inspired by “i think i’m in love” by taylor acorn, so listen to that if you wanna get a feel for this. really loved writing my last piece for him and i adored his relationship with reader, so i wanted to expand on that a little. i may continue writing in this universe if more people want it :) as always, please enjoy !

pairing: nick folio x reader ( fallingforyou universe )

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 1k~

cw/tags: fluff, literally nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, feelings realization, nick is so smitten soooo in love, 18+ minors do not interact

Nick feels like he can breathe much easier again the second he's off that damn plane.

It was a full flight, incredibly fucking stuffy, and he had been anxious the very second the plane took off. He was counting down the literal seconds in the air until they were finally on solid ground again. Flying wasn't one of his favorite things, never had been, but especially when he was anticipating something much more exciting upon his arrival. You never left his mind, even when he tried to sleep, the moment his eyes shut you were the first thing he saw.

Being excited about going home and sleeping in his own bed for the first time in weeks is one thing, but being even more excited just because he gets to have you in his arms again... it's a whole other feeling.

He never expected this to happen - you and him. Relationships are never easy, especially being in the road majority of the year, and most people run when he even utters the words that he’s a musician. You didn’t, though. You stayed, and the two of you learned how to deal with the distance together. It was hard at first, trying to get the times just right to FaceTime, even a quick phone call. It got easier as time went, but the ache in his chest grew more and more as the thought of you passed his mind.

And you were on his mind a lot.

He sees you before you see him and his heart soars out of his chest, lodging itself in his throat. He swallows it down with a smile and his legs move before he can think about it.

Holy shit. He missed you so much.

It's right when you're just barely out of arm's length that you finally turn around and see him, and he watches the exact moment relief washes over you. Your eyes widen, lips stretching out into a smile, and you barely get a word out before his arms are slipping around your waist.

"Hi." You squeak before settling in his arms, wrapping your own around him.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, emotions running high, and he just holds you closer to him. This is what he was needing - craving. Having you in his arms was something he had thought about the second he left you, and to finally have that again after almost three months is... a lot. A new feeling he can't explain, but there's been a lot of new things when it involves you.

"Hey." He says quietly, pulling back just enough to get a good look at your face.

You're smiling, eyes crinkled at the end, and that’s when he sees the first tear fall. He laughs, reaching his hands up to cup your cheeks to wipe it away.

"Sorry." You mumble, clearly embarrassed, but the tears don't seem to stop. "I just missed you a lot. Really glad you're home."

"I missed you too, darlin'." He hums, thumbs stroking over your cheeks before letting his arms wrap back around you, pulling you into his chest. "And I'm really fucking glad to be home."

You fall into him naturally, face burying against his shoulder. The two of you stand there for a few moments of silence, soaking up the embrace, and Nick realizes why it's hard to have someone at home. These reunions are rough - emotional, almost too emotional for him. And maybe if this had been Nick from a year ago, he'd run. He could never put himself through this, you through this, because it hurts so much to be away from the person that you love.

But coming home to you, knowing that you'll be here waiting for him... something inside Nick's chest squeezes, his stomach swirls, and he thinks it might be worth it. It's too early to say if this is for the long run, if he and you were end-game, but maybe you were. Maybe this was the real deal, and maybe he actually was in love with you. He can't seem to find a justifiable reason to break this off because it hurts too much. He's willing to put himself through this, if that means he has you.

And who knows, maybe one day Bad Omens could get big enough to where he can support you both, bring you out on the road with him. The thought makes him feel giddy, even if it may not become a reality anytime soon.

"Ready to head home?" You finally speak up, pulling away from him.

Your eyes showed no more tears, which he was thankful for, and the softness in your gaze has him wanting to just kiss you right in front of everyone. At the mention of home, which would involve a bed - hopefully yours - he nods, before yawning loudly.

"Fuck yeah." He says mid-yawn and you laugh, reaching out to pat his chest. "Yours? I like your bed better than mine."

You wordlessly grab his suitcase, waving him off as he tries to take it from you before sliding your free hand into his, gently tugging him with you.

"I think you've slept in my bed more in the last 6 months than you did your own." You tease, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Like I said, I like yours better than mine." He shrugs. "Also, it's just... very you. And I like you. So, I like sleeping in your bed."

"Didn't realize you liked me that much, babe."

"I like you too much," He hums. "It's concerning."

Your cheeks flush and he watches you turn your head to try and hide it, but he sees it. He always sees it. He feels giddy, hand squeezing yours as you turn your head to look at him again, lips stretched into a wide smile and a slight pink coloring to your cheeks.

"I think I like you too much, too."

Your eyes meet and he realizes there's something else under those words, and the smile the two of you share is one in understanding. He won't say it now, thinking he'll wait a little bit longer, but his chest twists in a way that he knows that you feel the same. He gently tugs you closer to him, lips finding the side of your head.

"Let's head home."

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d word matty seeing girlie in a bikini for the first time before being in a relationship with her 🤭

in between bfiafl announcement on 1st june 2022 and the album actually coming out in october, i think there's definitely a group summer holiday somewhere, the last bit of peace before promo and tour takes over life for the next few years. maybe somewhere in the caribbean? idk. anyway. the first couple of days are full of excursions, so matty just gets to enjoy the sight of you in shorts and little dresses looking all pretty and relaxed; day three, though, is a different story. he's up early that morning, lounging by the pool with a coffee and a book, and it's just him until you appear with a towel and a big t-shirt on like "oh, i didn't realise you were here, matty, i'm sorry, i'll leave you be" - he's like "no really please stay it's alright. you going for a swim?", and you nod like "just getting some exercise in before everyone else comes down. i'll be quiet, though, and quick, don't worry. won't have to deal with me for long", and he shrugs like "i don't mind. stay as long as you want". and he only slightly regrets saying that a few seconds later, when you put down your towel and strip off your t-shirt to reveal possibly the tiniest red bikini matty's ever seen - you're in the water doing lengths before he can properly react, but holy shit will that initial image be burned into his brain forever. and then you move onto your back to swim, and he is SO thankful for his sunglasses because he literally cannot tear his eyes from your chest. does he feel awful about it? yes. will he continue to look at you and be awed by how fucking gorgeous you are? also yes. like, he's lightheaded. you'd think he'd never seen a woman before. and honestly, he's not sure he ever HAS seen one he's so attracted to. and not even in a horny sense (although you climbing out of the pool soaking wet in that bikini is absolutely without doubt going in the wank bank) - he really, REALLY likes you, to the point where most of his daydreams are taking your for dinner and getting to play with your hair. he's ridiculous lmfao. i love him <3

[randomthefox]

I was planning on seeing Sonic 3 after Christmas, but based on what my friends have said about it, I'm not at all confident that the movie won't instill in me a deep-seated rage. Mostly because the glimpses I have seen are dealing massive amounts of psychic damage.

Can't imagine 2 and a half hours of watching this stuff undistilled. So I'm considering seeing another film afterwards as a palate cleanser.

One thing to play fast and loose with the Classic titles. Do it to SA2 and you're just making things personal.

I feel like someone who has been immunized from snake venom being dropped into a pit of vipers. They're biting me, and that hurts. And the venom is causing some reactions. But my body knows how to fight it off so effectively that it cannot hurt me. Sonic 3 Movie is a deadly deadly venom, but I am immune to it due to repeated exposure of the last two shitfuck movies.

There is just so much about this movie that is just infuriating garbage though. Sonic and Jim Carry are both the worst parts about it. If Jim Carry wasn't being Jim Carry with Jim Carry, then it WOULD be that Sonic is the absolute WORST part about this movie. Holy shit the whole conflict of Sonic's character that leads into the final act is just BETRAYAL levels of garbage. You know how I hate hate hate hate that scene in the first movie where Sonic tells Tom he is a bad person for wanting to leave Green Hills? It's like that, but even worse. This is so NOT fucking Sonic. I cannot fucking BELIEVE that people keep trying to use the excuse that these movies are "origin stories" and Sonic is young but he grows up into the Sonic we know. Sonic ends this movie as far away from Game!Sonic as he can POSSIBLY fucking get.

But Jim Carry is SO OFFENSIVELY BAD in this movie that it soaks up all the hatred I could have against Sonic's portrayal. I'm not kidding, easily HALF AN HOUR of this movies run time is just Jim Carry acting against Jim Carry. Like the only thing on screen is Jim Carry. And he's just doing a Jim Carry bit. And NONE OF IT is funny. Just imagine two Jim Carry's going

back and forth for three minutes at a time, for half an hour dispersed throughout the entire film. At one point Jim Carry and Jim Carry have an uninterrupted four minute dance sequence. It is UNWATCHABLY bad. I literally had to tear my eyes away from the screen and fuck around on my phone until it was over. And that's to say nothing of how they absolutely BUTCHER Eggman AND Gerald as characters.

I will say though: the scenes with Maria were all good. Every scene that had Maria in it was a good scene. I genuinely enjoyed the Maria flashback scene. So, gotta mix a little honey in with your poison i guess =P

[neptunetiger33366]

Y'all, I literally just can not. Why is this man so damn PRETTY?! I love him so much, this can't be real. Holy Hylia who let him be made? I've been replaying TotK on a new save and I... Fuck, he's just so pretty and cute and handsome all at the same time. I want to give him a hug and run my hands through his hair. UGH! I want, no, I NEED him to look at me the way he looks at food!

LOOK AT HIM! He is so cute and happy and it's all over FOOD! He's so precious and I love him so much. Like, I need him in a way that goes against feminism and I'm not even a girl! It's not even sexual desire (okay, it partially is, but that's not all it is). My demi ass wants him to love me. Not lust, love. I want him to want to hug and comfort me as much as I want to do those things to him. And I know he's NOT REAL, I know that. But I want him to be. Fuck, I'd give just about anything to have the opportunity to hold Link.

I want so desperately to hug him, run my fingers through his hair, rub his back soothingly, and tell him that it's all okay. That he's a good hero and none of the pain his era has been through is his fault. I want to let him cry into my shoulder as I tell him that he didn't fail Hyrule, didn't fail the Champions, didn't fail Zelda. I want to press soft kisses into his forehead or on the top of his head as I gently wipe away his tears and tell him I'm proud of him, that he should be proud of himself. Tell him that I love him. Hear him whisper back in a shaky voice that he loves me too. For him to fall asleep in my arms, use me as a pillow after being exhausted by his emotional burst. For him to smile in his sleep as he slips into a happy dream, making him snuggle closer to me. I want to fall asleep in each other's arms, unwilling to separate even in sleep.

I want to wake up to him whispering my name, rubbing my arm and shoulder to stir me from rest. Want to huff irritable and burry my head under a pillow and pretend to still be asleep, just to hear his beautiful laugh as he pulls the pillow away. To feel his soft lips kiss my skin as he pulls me into his arms, coaxing me awake with promises of a delicious breakfast he's made for us.

He's so soft looking. I want to run my hands all over his body. Find every scar he has and kiss them all. I don't even care about hair or anything to do with that! But I want to sit with him at my feet as I clean, brush, and play with his hair, just listening to him talk about fond memories from his journeys. I want to hear about all the cool bugs he's found, all the amazing sights he's seen, and all the people he's met. I want him to pretend to pout and be upset when I find a particularly bad tangle, just for me to kiss the top of his head or his cheek in apology, turning him into a blushing mess. He can't keep up the angry act and melts against my legs, refusing to lift his head to let me finish brushing until I coax him up with promises of cuddles and kisses.

I want to visit a hot spring with him. Soak in the hot, healing water with our bodies pressed together. For there be nothing between us. To be as undressed as we'd dare be in a public spring and cuddling shamelessly. I'm in his arms as he holds me to keep my anxiety at bay. His soft whispers promise that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. That he loves me for me, transness and all. That so long as he's there, nobody will dare hurt or judge me. For me to be half asleep, head on his shoulder, and to whisper back that I promise to protect him too. That even if I can't fight and protect him physically like he can me, I can protect him emotionally and mentally.

I'm scared of heights, but I want to sit with him on a Sky Island he swears has the best view in Hyrule and watch the sunrise. To sit on the beach with a picnic and watch the sunset. To lay down together and stare up at the night sky. For him to point at different stars and constellations, tell me all he's learned about them. To sit together bare footed at the water's edge, letting the waves tickle our feet as we talk about the sort of deep topics that only feel appropriate to discuss at night. Life, love, the universe. The meaning of it all. For me to make a bad joke to calm my anxiety brought on by the existentialism, just for him to laugh. To ask why I keep bringing such topics if they always end up upsetting me. I get defensive and pout about it. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. Tells me he loves me. I tell him the same and we share a kiss. I make a dumb joke about Hylia watching and he playfully smacks my shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, because he'd never hurt me. He tells me that I'm the only "divine being" he needs, which makes me laugh and roll my eyes. I make a self deprecating joke, to which he scolds me gently. His beautiful blue eyes gleam in the starlight, making it impossible for me to argue. So I just apologize thoughtlessly as I gaze into them. He doesn't mind. I lean in to kiss him again. He does too. We kiss passionately, and all is perfect.

FUCK, now I want to write actual pieces about this. Maybe do a series of short stories with scenes like these. Upload them here from time to time. That'd be nice. Might help with the feelings. No promises, but I've already given myself several starting points. Maybe I'll even do shit in Gacha once I get into posing properly. That'd be nice. Think I'mma stop yearning here and put that energy into something else. Good on me. Or, well, I'll do that tomorrow. I should probably go to bed. Goodnight Tumblr.

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter twenty-one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"Shit.. shit shit shit no! Come on.." John B says as we slow to a stop, in the marsh still a ways away from land. I look up from where I had my head pressed to his back. I spent most of the drive back sobbing, and I just stopped, but apparently, there is no time to relax.

"Fuck. I sigh, hugging John B tighter for a moment.

"We've gotta swim." He says, turning to look back at me. I nod softly, and swing my leg over, steadying myself before jumping in, and John B follows behind me. We swim back to shore as fast as we can manage, and John B leads me to a property with a very colorful house. Lana Grubbs.

"Wait- John B." I stop him, placing my hand on his forearm and he turns, eyes read and chest heaving. He's angry- and who wouldn't be? I am too. "Here... I, uh... I found this. On the boat." I say, digging in my soaked shorts pocket and pulling out the watch, holding it out to him.

He stares down at my hand, slowly reaching out and taking it from me before turning it over in his palm. He nods softly and his lip quivers. Before I can think about it, I'm wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry..." I say, feeling him squeezing me back.

"Thank you." He whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll burst into tears.

After a few moments, we walk up to the door, and John B opens the screen door. We see Mrs. Grubbs standing there making tea. She looks up at us, saying nothing.

"I need to know." John B says.

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The whole walk home after our talk with Lana was silent- I tried to talk to John B more but he wasn't having it. We eventually return to The Chateau, where everyone else is waiting for us and prepping the pully system we made to remove the gold from the well. John B storms inside, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. He's furious- understandably. I decide not to say anything to everyone until he does- it is very much his story to tell. We all watch as he grabs the gun, and then we follow him out to JJ's bike, which he hops on as everyone bombards him with questions.

"John B, please, talk to us." I say, feeling tears on my cheeks again. I'm heartbroken for him.

"Ward knows about the gold. He killed my dad." He says, and everyone is shocked. Just then, John B speeds off, leaving me to pick up the pieces and fill in the blanks of the bomb he just dropped on everyone.

Instantly, everyone looks at me. "He's gonna kill Ward..." I mumble, still in shock after the events of the day.

"What happened, Snowy?" Pope asks me.

"It- it's a long story." I sigh, wiping under my eyes. "Ward wanted a cut if he could help us with legal crap with the gold, and then when John B realized he had killed Big John, Ward tried to kill us too. He shot a spear right at me. It missed by like an inch." I explain. "He literally tried to kill us."

"Holy shit- man, he's definitely going after Ward." JJ sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I... I need to call Rafe. Like, right now." I say quietly, ignoring everyone as they talk about what to do next. "Kie, can I have your phone? Please?" I ask and she looks at me, seeming confused and obviously upset.

"No, we need to call the cops, you can't call your boyfriend right now." She says, pulling it out of her pocket as I grab it right out of her hands.

"He's Ward's son, Kie, he might be able to help- or do something, I need to tell him."

"You're not telling him anything." JJ shakes his head.

"I can't tell him his dad just tried to shoot me? It seems relevant to what we're going to do- maybe he can distract his dad or something so John B doesn't get to him first and kill him! It will buy us time- if nothing else." I say quickly, unsure if anything was even English.

"Guys, she's right. We need time- and I don't think we have any better ideas." Pope agrees with me.

"Thank you." I sigh, opening Kie's phone finally and stepping away to call Rafe.

It rings for what feels like an eternity before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Rafe? It's Snowy."

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you, baby? Why didn't you call with your phone?"

"Rafe, I-" I break down at this point. I don't know what to say, there was a moment this morning when I didn't ever think I would hear his voice again.

"What's the matter?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Where- where is your dad?" I ask, trying to pull it together.

"I- I don't know, why? Are you okay?"

"I need your help, okay? Can you help?" I ask him.

"Alright... Yeah, of course, anything. Where are you?" He asks as Kie runs up to me.

"We're taking the boat, and we're going to go there to see if we can find John B." She tells me and I nod, waving them off.

"I'm at the Chateau, but don't come here. Please, just see if you can find your dad okay? And don't tell him I talked to you. He can't know, okay?"

"Okay, yeah.." Rafe agrees hesitantly. "Please, tell me what happened. You're crying right now, something is wrong, so just let me come help you."

I shake my head a little as I sob into the phone. "Can you come to get me instead? Please? I changed my mind. My friends are leaving now, I don't want to be alone. Please." I sniffle.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Hold tight. I'll be right there." He says and I nod as if he can see me, and then he hangs up.

Rafe must have sped here, because he arrives much faster than he said, jumping out of the car and jogging up to me where I'm sitting on the porch.

"Snowy, hey, hey, are you hurt? What's happening?" He asks, pulling me into his arms as I stand up to greet him.

"I'm okay.." I say shakily.

"What happened?" He says, pulling away and grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down to see if I'm injured at all.

"Nothing- I, nothing happened, I just need you here." I lie, my voice shaking as I hug him again and he sighs, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"What about my dad? Why were you asking about him?" He asks worriedly.

"I- uhm.." I should at least tell him some of the truth. "We think he killed Big John, and John B came home and stormed out with a gun, so I was worried he'd go after him." I explain.

"My dad? No. No, no, no, he didn't kill anyone, okay? I know he didn't do that." Rafe insists, and I nod a little as I look down.

"Look, I told you, and Kegs has told you, these Pogues are crazy, Snow- they're putting these insane ideas in your head, and, and, you can't keep listening to this. I'm sorry, but I can't watch them hurt you like this anymore, put you in danger over and over again, I just can't do that." He says, looking down at me, then running his hand through his messy hair. "Look, let's just go back to where I'm crashing, okay? Come and stay with me for a couple of days. Get your mind off this- you need a break from them."

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me back to his car and helping me in. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You're safe with me." Rafe says, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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Rafe takes me back to the house he's staying at, which I don't recognize at all. We decide to order some food, but I feel so sick about what happened that I can hardly eat. We're sitting at the dining table, and I'm just picking my food apart.

"Snowy, you need to eat that. Seriously." Rafe tells me, and I notice he's already done.

I sigh a little bit and push my hair back behind my ears. "I just don't feel hungry. I think it's stress."

"See? This is what those Pogues are doing to you. They're killing you, you need to eat." Rafe insists.

"I will." I agree, nodding softly. "Do you have any weed?" I ask him, leaning my elbow on the table.

"I, well, yeah, I do. Do you want some?" He asks, holding his thumb up over his shoulder, offering to go get it.

"Yeah, I think it would help." I grin, and he nods as he gets up and runs upstairs. I pull out Kie's phone and text my friends.

K: find jb?

P: yeah, he's fine. we're back at the chat.

JJ: where'd you go snowy white?

K: i'm with rafe at the place he's crashing at. everyone okay over there?

P: we're all fine, ward lives to see another sunset

JJ: bad news tho, gold is gone.

I sigh and put the phone back in my pocket. Of course, Ward got the gold. Just like that, our hopes were crushed. I guess we still have my plan B, but I don't actually think I have the heart to do that to Rafe.

Rafe comes back down the stairs, holding up a zip lock bag and his bong, shaking them a little as he speaks. "Let's go out on the deck?" He asks, and I nod, getting up and following him outside.

After being friends with JJ and John B for so long, my tolerance is pretty high, so it takes a little while for me to actually feel anything. The first time I ever smoked it was the three of us with Big John, and I'm not sure I've ever had so much fun. Kie was in her kook era, but at the time we didn't need her. I never felt out of place with them, especially with Big John there, who treated me like his own daughter. I miss him every day, it's hard for me to finally swallow the truth, that he is dead; even if I kind of already knew that.

I find myself giggling as I remember that day, out on the porch of the chat. I was coughing my lungs out, and Big John was rubbing my back. He really was so kind.

"Is it finally hitting?" Rafe asks, grinning at me as I look up at him, a smile still spread across my face.

"Yeah, sorta." I admit. "I was just thinking about the first time I ever smoked." I tell him and he laughs a little.

"Oh yeah? How did that go for you?"

"It was good. I mean, I thought I was dying for a bit, but it was still fun." I shrug. "Big John bought it for us after John B beat him at poker. He had the condition that we had to share it with him, so obviously we did, but he wasn't weird about it or anything."

"Big John?" Rafe asks, and it seems I've piqued his interest. "You were close with him, hey?"

"Yeah," I nod, looking down at my hands in my lap and my smile fades. "He was like a father to me. That sounds so stupid, but he really looked out for me. He cared for me when my parents were focused on Kegs and the twins, so pretty much always." I explain.

Rafe nods a little. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about how you're doing, with that, uhm, that situation."

That's so sweet. "I'm good, you know. Up until this morning, I was doing fine." I say, not really wanting to think about what happened to him at the hands of this boy's father. Luckily, weed is my friend and the thought is quickly lost.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine what you guys went through..." Rafe says, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to say. "If I can help, you know, if I can do anything, tell me, alright?"

I smile at that. "Thank you, Rafe... You know I'd do anything for you, too."

"Yeah, so... So, so, do you mean anything?" He asks with a slight smirk and I nod, leaning closer to him a little.

"Anything," I whisper, my lips just inches from his now. He looks down at my lips and then back into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me.

It's a matter of seconds before it starts to get a bit more heated, and then he pulls away, holding my cheek.

"Anything?" Rafe asks again and I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Come with me." He says, getting up and grabbing my hand to help me up.

I follow him back inside, looking back at the stuff we left behind us on the deck as the door closes behind us. I know I shouldn't be okay with this- I remember what happened to me this morning, but I feel so disconnected from that fear in this moment, so I decide to let it go.

We get upstairs and he turns me around, grabbing my hips and kissing me as he slowly walks me back towards the bed. "So, I've kind of been having this dream, lately..." He mumbles into my lips as he pushes me back so I'm laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he leans over me. I hum back against his lips, letting him know I'm listening.

"I just, I think you're so hot, and I really want to do this so just hear me out, okay?" He says, sounding almost nervous, which makes me hesitate. I don't think I'm about to do anything crazy the first time we sleep together. But of course, I'll hear him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, smiling at him as I play with his hair, both my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I want to do a line off you." He says, and I feel my eyes widen a little but I try not to freak out. He's supposed to be quitting coke.

"I, well..." I start, still trying to figure out how to word this without him thinking I'm shutting him down.

"Snowy, please, I'm trying to get clean I promise, I just- I've dreamt about this. Please, just one..." He pleads, kissing down my neck.

I sigh a little, my eyes fluttering closed. How could I say no? It's not like he's supposed to stop all at once anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course..." I whisper, and he stops and looks up at me, a slight smile showing on his lips.

"You're amazing." He smiles, kissing me again for a few seconds before getting up, going over to his backpack in the corner, and pulling out a bag full of white powder and a credit card. I can't believe I'm about to let this happen, but I suppose it could be much worse.

He comes back over and kneels down in front of me as I look up at the ceiling. I don't want to watch. I feel his warm hands against the skin on my thighs, and I giggle as he places a few kisses on my skin before getting to work making his line. I focus on taking deep breaths while he does it, then goes back to kissing my thighs. I look down at him, sitting up a little and smiling at him.

"Fuck- I'm obsessed with you, Juliette." He mumbles, smiling as he climbs back on top of me and connects our lips again.

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A/N;

Not this chapter being lowkey spicy... I do not write smut so this is as close as we're gonna get lol

-R

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[cricketnationrise]

10:54pm, the attic, olliewicks please ! (i'm predictable i know)

@zimms you are predictable, but its delightful so lean into it! enjoy this little moment at the beginning of year 4!

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haus attic, 10:54pm

Ollie brings the last box up the stairs, puts it with the others, and flops on their bed like a … thing that flops a lot. Jell-O maybe. Or Flubber. Whatever his brain and body are both mush. He knows it was his idea to move in on the literal last day before preseason starts, and also his idea to sleep late and not actually leave until the last possible minute, but holy fuck is he tired. He hears the door of the attic close with a quiet snick and speaks without opening his eyes.

“Never let me bully us into waiting for the last moment to move ever again.”

The mattress next to him dips under the weight of his boyfriend and a warm hand brushes his hair off his forehead. “I did try to warn you, babe – you were just determined.”

“We’re seniors,” Ollie pouts. “The world should rearrange itself to be as convenient as possible for us to get maximum summer without any consequences for our choices.”

Pace flops down next to him and slings an arm over his waist. Ollie knows without looking that he’s got the sappiest look on his face.

“I’ll be sure to send the universe a memo for the Frogs next year,” Pace teases. “If it’s any consolation, at least the next time we move, we’ll be carrying boxes down the stairs instead of up.”

Ollie definitely isn’t proud of the noise he lets out at the idea of graduation, but Pace’s quiet amusement goes a long way to soothe his disgruntlement. His amusement, and the kiss he drops on Ollie’s neck.

“We did get everything, didn’t we? The only thing we have left to do tonight is unpack the toiletries and gear for pracky?”

“We did,” Pacer confirms. “I even did you a solid and put our stuff in the bathroom already so you just need to brush your teeth.”

“I fucking love you. Even if the bathroom is down a flight of stairs.”

Ollie’s trying to gather the will to live, er, stand up again, so he doesn’t immediately clock the silence, but when he realizes the chirp he was expecting isn’t coming, he opens his eyes. Pace’s eyes are wide, and, to Ollie’s horror, tears are forming at the corners of them. Ollie’s tiredness is pushed aside by the fear that rolls over him at the sight.

“Babe, what—”

“You love me?” Pace’s voice is watery as fuck, but Ollie doesn’t miss the trembling hope in his boyfriend’s voice. Apparently Ollie hadn’t actually said those words out loud yet – just in his dreams. Ollie pushes himself up enough so he can lean over Pace and cup his cheek with one hand.

“Yeah. I love you. I’ve been in love with you. You don’t need to say it back or—”

“I love you, too.”

“Oh.” Ollie’s a little breathless, actually. He’d known that Pace loves him, had soaked up every scrap of it present in his texts, in his teasing, in the reverent way he cups the back of Ollie’s neck with his free hand when they fist bump. But. Actually hearing those words makes a lump rise in his throat, makes him grin helplessly down at Pace.

“C’mere,” Pace says, pulling Ollie down by his shoulders so that Ollie becomes his own personal weighted blanket, and Ollie goes more than willingly. They just sort of cling to each other for a few long moments, basking in the fucking love they have for each other.

“Wanna know a secret?” Ollie asks eventually.

“Hmm?”

“I actually forgot I hadn’t said ‘I love you out loud.’ I’ve been picturing it for months, I thought I already had.”

“You meatball,” Pace snorts.

“Your meatball.”

“Yeah. Roll yourself to the bathroom, meatball. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Ughhh, fine.”

[samisonehotman]

𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞 — 11:10PM

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Colby Brock / Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "Don't Shut Me Out." / You take off into the Vegas desert after you and Colby get into a fight

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Angst / SFW

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 30 Day Masterlist

Vegas in the winter was miserable. It got below 'holy fuck it's cold' after sundown and left every breathing thing wishing it'd just catch hypothermia and die. And that exact thing led you to starting a tiny little fire nestled against a boulder.

You and Colby had gotten into one of the nastiest fights so far, leading him to storm off further into the townhouse yelling some rude nonsense about how 'being your best friend was so difficult'. In turn, you walked right out the front door and slammed it extra hard just to send a message. One road led to another, and another brought you to the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. Paved road had turned to dirt, and you had found yourself hidden away in a field filled with sizeable rocks and bushes.

The silence stretched far back behind your little nook, quite literally not a single sound more than the crackling of fire. And, on top of that, the fire was— obviously— only able to really warm one side of you. You were honestly very shocked that there had been no emotion the moment you slammed the door. Up until this point, sitting in the dust, you had felt... nothing, honestly. Your phone sat screen up in the dirt, fire reflecting off the screen to make a little square of orange. You had done so good about handling your feelings and expressing them: and now, seeing Colby's contact pop up on your phone screen as it rang, broke you.

At first the tears were slow. One pattered onto your thigh, soaked up by your jeans. Then, two and three heavy, thick drops fell. The damn broke, and you went from emotionless to sobbing in the middle of a field, cold, lonely and hurt. The incessant ringing cut off, and you were left in the near silence again.

After some time that you didn't keep track of, headlights pulled up a distance behind you. It didn't garner a reaction. It was Colby, nobody else would be all the way out here; and especially not for you. Silently, he sat down in the dirt next to you. "Your location was still on Life360." He whispers, his own voice hoarse. You don't even acknowledge him. "Don't shut me out." Colby says, nudging your shoulder with his.

"I didn't know my habits bothered you so much." Finally, after several long minutes, you speak. Colby stares at the fire, "They don't. I was just angry and said things I shouldn't." You lean against his shoulder, head tipped to rest in the crook of his neck. His head lays on yours, and you smile for the first time all night. "I'm sorry." He apologizes. while he doesn't elaborate, you don't expect nor want him to. And you weren't apologizing; you weren't at fault.

Colby convinces you to get up and get in your car, eventually. It's some time very late into the night, cold and dark. You follow him home— after kicking the fire out— and even though you park second, you're in the house first. Before you can march up to your room, a hand grabs your arm and spins you. "I don't think apologizing is enough." Colby says, holding you close. You sigh. It'll be rocky for the next few days.

Tired eyes blink, long. Weary brain finally losing its emotional adrenaline, you're hardly aware you're moving until you're hyperaware of being in your best friend's bed. "Why can't I be in my bed?" You ask, voice cracking. "You're freezing. I'm worried." Colby bites back, and he's right; you can't feel your digits and there's a subtle but firm tremble to your body. So you let him crawl in and pull you close, and he lets you leech off your body heat. You start crying again, at some point. In the dark, in your best friend's bed, in his arms. He shushes you, hand softly stroking your hair. You feel emotionally broken, fighting with Colby had drawn so much energy.

"We'll talk in the morning, go to sleep." Colby whispers when your cold hands clutch onto his shirt, trying to ground your body raked with sobs. He doesn't try to make the tears go away, just holds you close and whispers sweet nonsense you only catch occasionally. "I hope you never try to shut me out." He murmurs, right before you fall asleep.

[fandomz-brainrot]

Playing God (Klaus Hargreeves x Male Reader)

“Can you quit telling everyone I’m dead? People keep throwing holy water and crosses at me because they think I’m a demon, ghost, or vampire.”

“Aw, but it’s funny!”

“It was until I got soaked in water for the fifth time this week. Did you know that some priests have buckets of that shit?”

prompt by @pettyprompts <3

Tw: death? kind of?

You and Klaus had been dating for a few months now. You two met at his cult, where you didn't follow him blindly. You actually questioned him on multiple occasions, which really made you stick out to him. Especially since the cult life had began to lose its charm. So, you two became friends and, right before he was reunited with the other Umbrellas, you became more. And that's how you had gotten stuck in to saving the world, and now were stranded in a whole other doomed timeline.

So, you thought it was going to be completely normal (or as normal as it could be) helping Klaus train his powers with this alternate version of his dad. Wrong.

He failed to mention that he was immortal and they were training his immortality.

So, its safe to say that you were a bit more than shocked when your boyfriend was hit by a fucking bus.

You saw his body fly to the side of the road, and instantly rushed towards him. "Holy shit, Klaus!" you yelled. Your gaze was wild as tears filled your eyes, dropping to your knees and frantically checking for a pulse. "Come on baby... please..." you said gently, hands shaking. No pulse. No signs of life.

Reginald Hargreeves stood behind you two, hand behind his back as he gazed down at the body before him. He impatiently checked his stopwatch. Klaus was already taking a bit too long for his liking.

You whipped your head around to glare at the old man. Your eyes were narrowed as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Y-...You asshole! You k-knew this was g-gonna happen, didn't y-you?" you growled between your sobs. The old man didn't even look over at you. The only reason you knew he had heard you was a short "Silence, boy." he barked over at you.

You gritted your teeth as you stared at the old man, your heart heavy. Your body was trembling from the shock...

...and then you heard a gasp, the body beneath your hands jolting back to life. "Jesus Christ!" you heard a familiar voice exclaim.

You whipped your head around to look at your formerly-deceased boyfriend. Your eyes widen in shock, your jaw dropped as you scooted away. "K-Klaus?! What the h-hell..." You said between hiccups.

"Your timing was late, Number Four." Reginald said flatly. You looked back and forth between the two, your head whipping from side to side frantically. You shook your head as if to clear it, before you look back over at Klaus. "H-how...?"

He slowly sits up, sighing shakily as he looks back over at you. "Oh. I'm immortal. God doesn't want me so I just kind of... get back. Did you know that God is actually a small little girl-"

"-AND YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO TELL ME?"

You looked at the man before you with a mixture of disbelief, relief, and outrage. "Well, that's kind of hard to bring up in a conversation, you know! 'Oh yeah, babe, not only can I talk to ghosts, but I also literally can't die!'" he retorted, arms crossed.

"You asshole, I thought you were dead- like for good!"

"Listen, I'm sorry love- OW!"

You had shoved him back to the ground and began walking off. "Hey- hey, (Y/n), where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel." you growled back, flipping him off as you left. And that's when you had an idea; an idea to get back at Klaus for scaring you so badly.

You went around to every other member of the Umbrella Academy (and the remaining Sparrows) and told them the same thing; "Klaus... Klaus is... He's d-dead!" and turned on the waterworks.

You were met with similar reactions; varying levels of tears, disbelief, and grief. Everyone was distraught with the apparent "loss" of their brother and dear friend.

One can only imagine the shock and confusion on their face when Klaus had returned.

I mean technically you hadn't lied, he was dead-- just not permanently. And it was all worth it when Klaus returned to your room at the hotel a few days later, shivering, his curly, wet hair in his face. He left puddles of water wherever he went.

“Can you quit telling everyone I’m dead? People keep throwing holy water and crosses at me because they think I’m a demon, ghost, or vampire.”

“Aw, but it’s funny!”

“It was until I got soaked in water for the fifth time this week. Did you know that Diego has buckets of that shit?”

You laughed, throwing a towel at him and grabbing a fresh pair of clothes. "Well, that's what you get for scaring me half to death!" you scolded lightheartedly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Lay off, would ya?" he grumbled, a small smile on his face as he dried off and changed out of his soaked clothing.

He slid under the blankets of the bed next to you, his thin frame shivering. 'I'm c-cold... th-thanks a l-lot..." he said grumpily, teeth chattering. Yet that small smile never left his face.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around him. "Well then come here, you big baby." you said affectionately, feeling his face snuggle in to your neck. He wrapped all his limbs around you, cuddling up to you for warmth.

He smiled against you, and you felt his scruffy facial hair tickle your neck as he nuzzled against you. "Why thank you! Such a gentleman..." he said jokingly, yet his tone was still affectionate. He began to doze off, and you gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.

...Well, at least you didn't have to worry about losing this big idiot any time soon.

(951 words)

[mandos-sluts]

The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Masterlist

Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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[thatonegayship]

Oh, I fucking ROLLED in this one, straight BATHED in it, holy shit. Once again getting my thoughts together so that I write more than just a 'djhfjhskjfhajkhs' and a bunch of fire emojis.

First of all, let me just say that I absolutely love the way you opened this with that slow, building reveal. I was a bit confused going in, I hadn't expected a whole meal walking into what looked like an extra long ask at first, so it took me a second to realize you were feeding us. Like, oh? They're in a cave? There are feathers involved? Bill is complaining again? I love how you drop us into these scenes without fully explaining the circumstances. Of course, that's not really necessary with the opening note above, but it's still so cool that you don't just open with "They're in the cave because ___." Like, I'm just supposed to accept that they're there, and they're being gay about it. So true, bestie <3 <3 <3

It's always such a treat watching these two interact; they're goddamn adorable the whole time. I love those little nibbles of extra lore you give us a peek at, how Dipper's brought him home little souvenirs like emeralds and harpy feathers and stuff. Can we talk about how cute it is that he goes on these dangerous excursions without his flame-throwing husband, spends a couple days gone, and when he gets back, he's bringing gifts??? Ehehehehehehe <3 He was thinking about him!!!! He wanted to surprise him!!! He got kissed all over for it!!!

**Petition for Dipper to bring home at least ONE limb from every monster he fights so crazy familiar husband can swoon over how ruthless and scary he is**

What is this Flower Incident we speak of? I'm very interested to know more :3 Is it, perhaps, an aphrodisiac? Or perhaps something deadly? Is there a story to this that I'm not remembering??? My curiosity is piqued!!!!

I'm gonna be that bitch, but it's so cool how Bill literally just Knows languages. Idk, like you know in movies how there's always like a scientist or archologist who finds a wall inscribed in a dead language and they just go "ahh, this is the long-forgotten tongue of the Shen-ty tribe, I have studied their culture for decades and so speak a broken rendition of their language." Bill is that guy times a million. I don't think Dipper would ever admit it, but it's super useful having him around for that sort of thing, really helps them out wandering through old, abandoned caves and tombs and such.

Still, I can't help but think it would be really funny if Bill, eternal, infinite, practically-all-knowing Bill, knows nearly every language, except for, like, French or something. Purely because he thinks the French are stupid to deal with, so why bother? So he just doesn't know that language, even though he knows long-dead languages, and languages from across the galaxies, and languages spoken by different species. And I think it would be really funny if they end up needing someone who can speak French, and Dipper ends up being that guy because he took maybe 2-3 years of it back in high school. He's kind of rusty, but he gets the job done.

Bill is just so nonchalant about finding cursed items, huh? Had me shaking my head the whole time because I KNEW what was about to happen. Yeah, sure, it's soooo safe. Just put the cursed object back into the squishy mortal's hands, why don'tcha? That's like saying a landmine isn't dangerous because it's old and moldy. GET A CLUE, BILL!!! DON'T GIVE THE CLUMBSY OOPSIE-DAISY FALLS-FLAT-ON-HIS-OWN-FACE-OFTEN GUY A CURSED TABLET!!!! DON'T!!!

Their subtle affection is soooo sweet. Bill's lil hair-ruffles, and Dipper's "I think I can live with that" fjdhsfjhfdjsjhf. Living. Dying. Collapsing to the floor in a broken mess of tears. I love how Bill just tries stuffing Dipper's brain full of knowledge when he's feeling it, and Dipper's just like "HA! Nice try, jerk. My brain is a sponge and it's soaking up every last drop >:D" Their love language is just challenging each other constantly, and rising to the occasion because they're so well matched and I eheheheheheheeeeeee!!!! Had me kicking my feet a few times, ngl

And then the TRAP!!! Oh my god, the way I gasped through that whole scene. Honestly, I was a bit curious how the curse was going to happen- if maybe Dipper was already cursed, and we just didn't know it. It makes sense that the whole You Break It You Buy It moto would apply here. In this case, Dipper pays a pretty high price. Personally, I don't see 100% truth as a total curse, not unless you're a compulsive liar, but Dipper is of course an acceptation to this rule. Because the second HE tries to lie and truth comes out, Bill goes full panic-mode and starts searching. Sometimes I forget that, while they're a lot more open with each other than before, their relationship still relies heavily on mind games and half-truths and outdoing the other at all times. They aren't used to having open and honest conversations, and they definitely aren't used to telling each other everything. Made me wanna smack Bill over the head when he was finally like "but you don't usually complain." Yeah because he's a big strong man, now kiss him better, idiot.

It's the fact that Dipper said "It hurts," and just immediately braced for Bill to poke fun and mock him for it. Babe, I hope stupid Bill stumbles over himself every time and tilts your head and checks your eyes and pries your arms away gently to examine even the smallest little cut. I hope he kisses you all better, even though he's a massive dingle nut with pee for brains. You deserve the world, baby boy. You deserve it all.

NOT HIM TELLING BILL NOT TO GET UPSET FDHJHEJHWEH LIKE HE REALLY WENT THERE!!!

I feel like an unspoken rule between them has always been "Don't bring up Bill caring about you and having FeelingsTM," but you know what? Fuck that, I'm feeling sentimental tonight and I say Bill was soooo upset for those last fleeting moments, and he would've gone absolutely feral with dread if something ended up being wrong with Dipper. Something IS wrong with him, but it's not life-threatening at least! Not like last time. Last time, which I'm STILL crying over, mind you. It's so nice getting those little crumbs of reference to the whump throughout btw. I immediately knew what he was referring to when he mentioned the scar. As someone who works a lot with visuals and such, I'm like, SO interested in what that looks like. Like I re-read it, of course, and I just keep picturing what a massive scar like that would even come out looking like.

Because I'm thinking- The claws start at Dipper's shoulder, right? Sorry, my imagination gets away from me at times, so it's hard to recall when something was written, and when I've just altered it to suit my tastes. BUT! As far as I can remember, it starts at the shoulder and rips down his torso. THAT! Is a badass fucking scar, if so. I'm talking full four claw-marks just absolutely tearing across that chest in a hella cool jagged pattern. And not to be a whore, but I like to think the tip of one of the claws nicked his upper lip, so he's got the slightest corner-scar going on there 😳 No, but how fucking cool is this scar? At least an 8 out of 10, right? Like this is a badass fucking scar, and it's sexy and cool and makes Bill kinda excited once he gets over wincing at the memories. Hey! That's the price of marrying a badass human! He gets roughed up and sexy-hot with this massive, mysterious scar that just adds to his design. Now all he needs is a couple of magic tattoos and a tongue piercing, and he's Gravity Falls' Number 1 Bad Boy.

Back to the matter at hand; I'm gonna ring Bill's neck <3 Not him saying "Don't kill yourself, I'll have to replace you." BRO SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUUUUP!!!! Okay, I get it, you're a whimsical bastard and you didn't mean it, but it's so hard to root for you sometimes T0T I'm sorry, I love you, may you never be wronged, but good sir, I hope Dipper speaking this level of truth inadvertently shows how freaking bad some of this is for him. The fact that he was literally like "lol yeah, it worried me sick last week that you were going to cheat on me because I'm not good enough for you." DO YOU SEE THE ISSUE WITH SAYING THAT SORT OF THING TO YOUR EXTREMELY SELF-CONSCIOUS AND ANXIOUS HUSBAND, BILL??? DO YOU????

Don't Take It Too Seriously And Immediately Baby Dipper Challenge (Impossible)

I'm sorry, but I must come to his aid. I just want Bill to ask something that he thinks is gonna stroke his ego and ends up setting off a whole landmine truth on himself. Just a full blast to the face of "I'm afraid you'll abandon me" and "I know you love me, but sometimes I wonder" that gets him thinking like, oh, shit, I may have fucked with him a little too hard. Yes. Yes, you have, and now the only way to amend it is by saying something of your own, that is ALSO vulnerable and embarrassing and sincere. After the word-vomit Dipper let out, he's probably balled in a corner out of mortification, thinking Bill's gonna mock him for this, too. How pathetic of him.

"I've done it before" had me SCREAMING by the way. Literally killed me and brought me back to life. Just fucking punched a hole through my skull and swung me over its head like a Neanderthal. I'm banging my chest at it, frfr. Might need to check me into a mental hospital later. What kinds of secrets is he keeping? STILL keeping, I should say, because we know a few of them now. I'm sort of impressed that Bill hasn't used this truth curse to his advantage and tried getting it out of him. Then again, he's not the type to want every little puzzle solved for himself. He likes the slow reveal of those special thoughts. And maybe some things are best left un-said.

Damn it Bill, I'm a little mad at you at the moment, but I am SO glad you jumped at the opportunity to squeeze a lil something outta your husband, it was so satisfying to hear. Yes, he does love you, and you are the most handsome man he has ever met in his life, it literally broke the scale he was rating you on. You are literally perfect for him. Just the most awful and wonderful being he's ever met. Dipper is literally obligated to tell the truth, and he is TRUTHING IT UP!!! Let's give it up for 100% sincerity!!!

And then he hits him with the WHAM!!!

Subjectivity is SUCH a low blow but damn it if Bill doesn't deserve what's coming to him. Of course, someone as snarky and clever as Dipper is gonna find a loophole in all of this, and that probably wasn't the ONLY one! I mean, just because Dipper has to tell the truth doesn't mean he has to tell the truth about whatever's been ASKED of him. Maybe some asks him "Oooh where is the magical key that unlocks the evil king you imprisoned???" and Dipper's just like "The capital of New Jersey is Trenton." Truth curse is easy and dumb, actually. Soooo easy.

That butt-smack made it all better, Bill. I forgive you now.

Lol omg at your last ask because imagine dippers under some truth spell and ends up spilling a bunch of secrets that Bill already knew and had stashed to use for later

This is no longer 'last ask' relevant because I had this partially written in my drafts for like a million years - but a Truth spell on Dipper would be very interesting!

So I took this prompt and didn't really answer it except in some ways.

Here's a thing!

“You never bring me any souvenirs.” Bill complains. In an all-too-whiny tone, and an all-too-close lean into Dipper's personal space.

Plus, it's a blatant lie. One Dipper shouldn't respond to. 

He does anyway. “I literally brought you harpy feathers last week.” 

“Doesn’t count! That was for a ritual you wanted to pull off!” Bill sounds miffed, though he also plants a palm on Dipper’s head and starts ruffling hair. “Now where's the emerald from last March? Or like, the headdress from that cult with all the rabbit bones? The good stuff."

Dipper grunts. He focuses on navigating back out of the cave, turning the clay tablet over in his hands.

Figures Bill would remember all the times he did get something. His memory is excellent. And he’s greedy, because a new toy every time is a big ask. 

What does Bill expect, anyway. Not every situation Dipper gets into has something to bring back. What could he even offer? An ear taken off every monster he has to fight?

Wait, no. Bill would love that.

Dipper makes a face. “You've just proved that it's not ‘never’. With examples." 

"Sure, but when’s the last time it was cool?” 

Dipper sighs. No point in arguing. Bill could go on forever about how 'unfair' it is that he doesn't get trophies from every trip, or trinkets from conquered lands, or, again, ears from every enemy. When he’s decided to complain, no reasonable argument will shake him out of it.

“Too bad, then. You’re only getting some gifts.” Dipper shakes his head rapidly to dislodge Bill’s hand from his hair. "It’s hardly the worst thing that’s ever happened to you."

“Hey! I could argue that it’s related! In fact -”

Dipper tunes out the rest of Bill’s ramble, rolling his eyes. Listening with half an ear to Bill's ongoing tirade about being a poorly kept man, and unappreciated in his time. 

Despite how much he already has, Bill always wants more. Somehow he sniffed out Dipper’s latest excursion, showing up right at the end and looking for ‘loot’.

Which Dipper, by all rights, should prevent. 

 Anything magical falling into Bill's hands can cause chaos, no matter how innocuous it seems. The flower incident alone is reason not to hand Bill anything, ever, and the fact that Dipper still does sometimes should be appreciated, damn it.

Bill's complaining on and on, but whatever. Eventually he'll get bored.

 In the meantime, Dipper turns the clay tablet around again with a frown. He found something interesting, at least.

Whatever this is, it’s definitely not a language he recognizes. The script is strange, scrawled in different directions. For all he knows he’s holding it upside down. He hopes Bill doesn’t notice until he’s figured out - 

"Whatcha got there?" Just as expected - and right on time. 

Dipper feels the tablet yanked out of his grasp, unfazed. He doesn't break his stride.

"I found it in the lair, after... you know." Charred bones, explosions - Dipper wishes he could use, like water, or something, but mastery over even one element is powerful as is. "Anyway, that monster was collecting a lot of weird magic stuff, and this was the only interesting thing it had." He shrugs. Then, because Bill will like it, adds, "So... to the victor go the spoils?"

“Now that’s the spirit!” Bill gives him a grin, holding the tablet up to squint at it. Thankfully not turning it around. One point for Dipper, on not looking incompetent.

Still, if anyone can read it…

“What language is this?” Dipper not-so-subtly leans over, trying to peek around Bill’s arm.

"Old Draconic," Bill says, without missing a beat. Humming to himself as he apparently reads the text. Perking up a bit, smile widening. "Oh, hey! Iambic pentameter."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, sapling. I just wish when people did the whole 'ancient poetry curse' thing, they'd get a little more creative. You never see hexameter! Or tetrameter! Not even a tasteful use of spondee.” Bill sticks his tongue out.  "Come to think of it - I don’t think anyone’s done a prose epic that made the reader wanna tear their eyes out since Joyce."

Sometimes with Bill, you have to read between the lines. The long, irrelevant babbling lines.

"Just tell me if I need to get Ford or not." Dipper says, flat. He rubs at the bridge of his nose. 

Among all the other stuff, Bill said ‘curse’. Never, ever a good sign.

Though the monster he just took down wasn’t a dragon, and that wasn’t really a ‘horde’ so much as something resembling the contents of the Mystery Shack, there’s absolutely no good thing about a curse. If Dipper somehow triggered it - 

Great. As if hanging around Bill alone didn’t invite enough bad fortune, he’s picking up parts of his own stupid curiosity.

"Nah, don’t bother with the loser uncle!" Bill waves his concern away, amused. “This is just purple prose! Buncha  ‘oooh, bad things’ll happen if you mess with my stuff.’ Totally boilerplate spellcraft with some flowery wording.” 

With a shrug, Bill dismisses the whole thing. Which includes chucking the tablet over his shoulder, but Dipper manages to snag it before it falls and shatters into a million pieces.

“Typical dragon horde enchantment. All bluster, no burning.” Bill keeps walking without a care in the world. “They’re full of hot air!”

“So I’m not cursed,” Dipper prompts, catching up to him. “Aside from you, I mean.”

“Flatterer,” Bill says, slightly warmer. He continues, shrugging. “No reason you would be! No dragons in the area, and the warning sign there’s too old. By my guess, the original horde was raided centuries ago! Just another piece of random crap that got dragged into that junkyard." And he ruffles Dipper’s hair again, in the second-most annoying way. "You’re stuck with me, though.”

Dipper ducks and twists, thus freeing himself from the minor torment. “I think I can live with that.”

One would think that chatting with a demon - one as cryptic and ominous and aggravating as Bill - would only cause irritation, at best. 

It still does, of course. But when it comes to Dipper, Bill… sometimes lays things out straight. On occasion. Especially when he’s instructing, doubly when it comes to magic. Like he’s trying to pour all the facts he can into Dipper’s brain, overfilling the cup.

If his goal is to overload this one mortal mind, though, he'll have to work a lot harder. 

Dipper gets out his notebook, while Bill looks away, and pretends he didn’t see it. Yet another poorly-veiled lesson, with Bill obviously trying to plant seeds re: actually casting curses. Tough luck managing that. His subtle lean towards chaos might escape the unwary, but to Dipper? Bill’s way too transparent.

The fact is, that Dipper absorbs things fast. Even Bill will admit it, sometimes without being prompted. 

That Includes stuff Bill doesn't even know he's teaching.

Bill’s also rambling on about historical curses, and how often these things backfire, or misfire. It’d almost sound like a series of unconnected, gossipy anecdotes, if it weren’t for the extra technical details. 

And Dipper’s not falling for it. As far as he's concerned, his first curse was his last one.

But then…

Even if he’s not going to use the knowledge, there's no reason not to learn it. Knowledge about making curses can also be used to break them, after all. Taking all the facts Bill smacked a ‘For Evil Purposes Only’ sticker on and using them to shatter an evil plan would be very satisfying.

They’re nearly out of the cave at this point, so Dipper figures it’s fine to let his guard down a bit. The monster's dead, all the traps were cleared out on the way in - everything should be fine.

He clicks his pen a couple times, and asks Bill to repeat that last thing, about the life drain. It gets a snort of amusement, but Bill’s more than happy to elaborate at length. Dipper struggles to keep up with Bill’s rapid-fire speech; he's trying to make this intentionally difficult, damn it.

Bill leads on with careless gestures and an uninterrupted stride. Getting ahead of Dipper by several meters, but Dipper’s got to note down what he says before he has to do something awful, like ask Bill to repeat himself.

Dipper is, in fact, so busy trying to write in shorthand, and walk, and not hit a stalactite with his face, all at the same time, that he sort of loses track of where he is.

And okay, maybe he trips over a rock slightly, and nearly faceplants, bonking against the sudden curve of a wall with a swear.

Dipper takes a step back, rubbing at his forehead. Annoying, but, whatever. There were a few traps around, but he pretty much cleared out the cave on the way in, so it’s probably - oh, hell.

Not fine, he dropped the stupid tablet.

Great. The only really interesting object, shattered into half a dozen pieces. So much from saving it from Bill; Dipper himself fumbled the bag.

He backs up to evaluate the damage -

The stone sinks under his foot, and something goes ‘click’.

With a start, Dipper raises a shield without thinking, arm jerking up as he wills his magic into the gesture. It's solid enough for something done on reflex, but an impact hits hard on his side, with sudden, stinging pain. 

And a pretty hard impact, at that. He didn’t get it solid enough, damn it, wasn’t expecting something physical -  

Dipper wheezes out a breath, slumping to the ground and clutching his stomach. 

Alright. So. He got most of the traps. 

He sits down, and lets his head thump back against the stone, teeth bared in a grimace. Stupid. Should have been paying attention. 

The commotion makes Bill turn his head, blinking at Dipper sitting on the ground. 

Then -  because he’s an asshole - he starts laughing. 

“I know I’m fascinating, sapling, but really?” He tuts, setting fists on his hips. “Not sure if I should be flattered that you’re obsessed with me, or disappointed that you’re dumb enough to walk right into a wall.”

Dipper sucks in a breath, gingerly touching his side. Doesn’t seem like - he glances down. Sure, it stings, and his shirt’s torn, a long, shallow cut on his stomach, just near the old scar. But that’s about it. Over to his side, an arrow rolls against the ground, stone head clicking against the ground.

Over by the cave mouth, Bill’s cackling. God, he’s a jerk sometimes. 

But he must not have seen the trap set off, too wrapped up in his own stupid bullshit, or he’d be less of one. Dipper knows that for a fact. Though he’d really, really prefer he’d never had that experience. 

“C’mon, kid. If you’re not even more brain damaged from your bump, let’s ditch this joint.” Bill jerks his head over his shoulder. 

Dipper hugs himself around the torso, grimacing. Not bothering to respond. His heart is still pounding, or he’d have a retort ready. Adrenaline’s helped him out in a lot of situations, but not with talking. He’ll get up when he’s ready.

“What, you smash your skull open or something?” Bill raises one arch eyebrow. 

Though Dipper knows why Bill’s like this, it’s still deeply annoying. He shakes his head in lieu of a reply. In a second, he’ll be calm enough to tell Bill exactly what he thinks of his incredibly poor bedside - and cave-side - manner. 

“Figures. Can’t leave you alone for five minutes without your guts spilling everywhere.” Bill clicks his tongue, folding his arms and stepping forward. “What’s the damage?”

“It hurts.” Dipper says, through gritted teeth. Then pauses. Wait, he meant to say - He shakes his head rapidly, only for more words to force themselves out, unbidden. “I got cut again.”

Again, not what he intended. Dipper lowers his chin, teeth clenched. What the hell, he shouldn’t have said that. Bill’s mocking aside, maybe he did hit his head a little too hard. Once Bill gets the mockery out of his system, he’s going to be a total pest about it, too.

With a huff, Dipper slumps. Settling in for a sulk, waiting for the next jab - But there’s no insult forthcoming. Or argument. 

In fact, Bill’s gone totally silent. Which is super weird. 

Dipper looks up at the cave entrance, expecting a comment or a question, or at least a huge grin. He tenses up, hunching over.

And meets a frozen, unsmiling face. 

Bill dropped his arms, they hang limp by his sides. His expression’s gone blank.

The next moment, he’s right in front of Dipper, kneeling and tugging at his arms with alarming urgency. 

“Alright, lemme see.” Bill’s face is very close. Though he’s trying to pull his arms away, Dipper resists out of sheer surprise. Bill growls, eye darting around until it lands on the arrow. “Oh for - Really can’t leave you alone for five minutes. Move.” 

Another pull, less hard this time. Like he’s trying to ease Dipper’s arms away.

“Wh- Hey!” Dipper plants a foot against Bill’s chest, but that hardly stops anything. He raises his arms. Holding them up, in fact, like he’s at gunpoint. Where’d this come from. “Don’t get upset, I’m fine.”

“Ha! Good one, sapling. Who’s upset, exactly?” Bill says, teeth bared, and in a deeply upset way. He tugs Dipper’s shirt, up, fingers tracing the cut before pressing into his stomach. “I’m just wondering if I need a replacement mortal this soon into your miserable existence. No big deal!”

Okay, this is too much. 

Dipper struggles up, despite Bill trying to shove him down again. Bracing himself on the cave wall, and glaring. “Calm down already.”

“I’m perfectly calm.” Bill says, through gritted teeth. At best he looks miffed, but he’s at least stopped trying to make Dipper lie down in the recovery position or whatever. With a glare, he tugs up Dipper’s shirt, prodding at the shallow cut. “What the hell, kid. I thought you said it hurt!”

“Ow.” Dipper’s stomach jumps at another poke. He smacks Bill’s hand away. “It does, alright? Quit poking.”

Bill doesn’t seem impressed. His fingers trail over the larger, older scar on Dipper’s left side, then glares at Dipper’s stomach like it’s insulted him. A beat, then - “You don’t usually complain.”

“I-” Okay, true. Dipper glares anyway. “Shut up.” 

He doesn’t complain because it’s the only option. For all that Bill whines and teases and taunts Dipper, all the time, about being some ‘fragile mortal meatsack’, already rotting before his eyes, he really doesn’t like it when it’s brought forcefully to his attention. 

God, he shouldn't have said anything. Ninety-five percent of the time, there isn’t any harm to mention. But when Dipper does ends up showing he is kind of… mortal, and it’s small, he just. Doesn’t bring it up. For all that they bicker all the time, he doesn’t like to make Bill upset.

Bill grunts, mouth turned down at the corners. He stands up quickly, folding his arms. His lip curls up in a sneer. “If you wanted attention, kid, there are way better ways to-”

Oh, fuck that. Dipper flips him off, and starts storming off. 

God, this is stupid. Whenever Dipper ever breaks a bone or something, he gets teased about being so weak and vulnerable. Which he is, but neither of them like the reminder. 

These days, it also comes with some weirdly maybe-sincere ‘kiss it better’ thing that Dipper then has to disinfect. A lot of hovering, and rambling commentary. Sometimes creative descriptions of how much worse it could have been, and Dipper never needed those, at any time. Bill gets oddly fixated on such random little moments, and it’s just -

Dipper doesn’t like it, is all. Bill gets the way he gets, it’s a lot, and it’s easier just to avoid it. If he were a different guy - a human guy, or even mostly-human monster- Dipper might try to talk to him about it.

But Bill’s a demon. Not normal, barely sane even on his best days, and worse, he’s Bill, so. That conversation would go precisely nowhere.

Behind him, he hears said demon approaching, fast. Stupid jerk. He should be as tall as his real form. That’d be fair. More accurate, too, and then Dipper could properly stomp off without Bill catching up so easily.

Already the bastard is by Dipper’s side. A tall, irritating presence. Hovering close without grabbing on, which adds to said irritation. 

Dipper leans away, but Bill catches him around the waist and drags him in.

“Don’t get so grumpy, sapling, you’re fine! A little nick in the outer layer rarely killed anyone since they invented antibiotics.” Though he pinches Dipper’s cheek, he yanks his head away with a grunt. Bill sighs. “Everything’s a-okay here! Looks like I don't have to find a replacement just yet.”

Bill’s an idiot. Dipper scoffs, though an unpleasant feeling crawls in his gut. “Oh yeah? Who would you replace me with?”

“Eh, not like I got anyone specific in mind.” Bill waves that off, nonchalant. “But I have options! Lots of options.” He bumps a hip against Dipper. “Keep that in mind before you go charging off into obvious traps.”

This goddamn liar. Dipper  elbows him in the side, because the asshole deserves it. 

Not that Dipper’s worried, or anything. From what little he’s heard of Bill’s exes in the demonic rumor mill - Bill’s been, as they say, less than successful. Already Dipper’s outstripped his longest by years.. Bill can lie day in and day out about his options, put on a brave face - but they both know he’s not going to find this again. Not easily. 

“Good luck finding another husband, asshole.” Dipper says with appropriate derision. It’s annoying that Bill even brought it up. There’s a good riposte in there, somewhere - but while his brain is coming up with an insult, his mouth runs on automatic. “But I was really worried that you would last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day until you sent a dick pic. It was weirdly comforting.”

Bill turns toward him with genuine surprise. He even blinks a few times, no retort emerging, and Dipper looks back at him with equal surprise. 

Until his mind catches up with what he just said. 

Dipper digs his heels in the ground, slamming to a halt. Clapping both hands to his mouth, eyes wide.

Beside him Bill nearly trips at the sudden stop, flailing for balance with a swear.

Shit, shit shit. Dipper really didn’t mean to say that. He knows Bill’s not looking around, that he’s not interested. Cynically, that he couldn’t manage it if he was. Last week was just a one-off anxiety, like all the others Dipper’s brain comes up with when it gets too much free time. Totally irrational, and really hard to stop fixating on.

Bill keeps staring. Not angry, just confused, for long enough that Dipper wants to shrink into the ground and melt into nothingness. 

Then he asks, “What the hell, Pine Tree?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know why I thought that. I don’t know why I said that.” Dipper cringes into himself, grimacing and ducking his head. He runs a hand over his slightly sweaty face. “I didn't even want you to know I got hurt.” 

At that, Bill snorts. “Oh, please. I’d have seen that first time I got your shirt off. You can’t keep secrets from me!” 

Dipper folds his arms, internally seething - and his stupid mouth moves to say,  “I’ve done it before.” 

This time, the silence is tense.

Dipper wipes his sweating forehead again, not daring to meet Bill’s eye. God he shouldn't have -

Before he can think, he blurts out, “I think something’s wrong.” 

“Probably!” Bill agrees, with a smile just a little too sharp. He takes Dipper’s face in both hands, eye narrowed. “Hold still a sec.”

As Bill’s eye flickers blue, and the magic between them surges -  Dipper squirms a bit, but. Well. If anything’s wrong with him - magically, anyway - Bill’s the best one to diagnose it..

Bill tilts his head to one side, then the other. After a moment, his mouth twists up into something unpleasant, eye glowing slightly brighter for an instant.

Then he sighs, and lets Dipper go. His expression is neutral, except for the slightest downturn of his mouth. His lips part like he’s about to speak, then twist up into a grimace.

Uh oh.

Whatever Bill saw, he didn’t like it.

“What?” Dipper pats his head, then his chest. If there was something weird, magically about him, he - wouldn’t be able to tell, actually. He’s too close to get a good look. Oh god, what if he did hit his head too hard, and something in his brain is bleeding, or worse. “Wait. Am I dying?”

“Worse! You’re telling the truth.” Bill claps his hands together. Though he’s smiling again, it’s brittle and annoyed. “Don’t suppose you know any curse breakers that aren’t your great-uncle?”

“Not really,” Dipper admits. Bill's words catch up to him, and he bites his lip. Then, because the situation deserves it, “Fuck.”

Protection curse. The tablet.

Damn it.

A part of a horde, from a long time ago. Messed with. It should have been something less awful. Like warts, or sprouting plants from his skin, or a big fireball. Pretty much anything else would be less awful.

Truth curses are rare, they’re difficult as hell - but judging by the words spilling out of Dipper, he’s caught a pretty strong variant.

Of all the curses that could hit him. Why this one.

Hell, maybe it’s intended to be the worst curse possible for the ‘thief’. That would explain how targeted this feels. 

And knowing Dipper’s luck, that part was explained on, like, the back of the tablet.

“Welp! Good thing I’m not short on contacts, kid.” Bill grapes his shoulder, shaking him a bit, before he trails an arm over Dipper’s shoulders. “Who wants some fumbling idiot uncle to fix this kinda spell, anyway?”

Dipper would! If it was feasible. He makes a brief attempt at shrugging Bill’s arm up before letting his shoulders slump.

The idea of Ford hearing about this is….

Dipper sucks in a breath through his teeth.

Ford really would have a way around this. He'd certainly have the best intentions, Dipper’s certain. He'd...

Also not have the best sense of boundaries.

Though he'd be doing it for the right reasons, he'd ask the wrong questions. Out of concern, and arguably valid worry; he's never fully believed that Bill can't influence him. Despite how many times Dipper’s tried to explain it to him, Ford just can’t wrap his mind around certain truths.

With this curse, though. Between poor social sense, the Pines curiosity, and what Dipper might blurt out, while compelled to answer - 

On this, Dipper agrees with Bill. They’ll have to find something else to break this.

In the meantime, he’ll manage, like he has all the other times his life has sucked. Hardly the worst case scenario. If Bill had been cursed - someone who lies like he breathes -  Who knows? Give it a few days, and he might just explode from all the backed up bullshit.

“Wait.” A horrible thought strikes. Dipper reels on his husband, eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

“What, me? I’m a perfectly moral human man,” Bill says, resting a hand on his chest, lifting his chin with pride. “A boring sentient mammal who’s never found curses entertaining.” 

Yep, Bill’s fine. As always, it’s Dipper who gets the short end of the stick. 

He breathes in slowly, and lets it out. 

Yeah. Still sucks. He’ll deal. Cursed, but not dead. In danger, but not the worst - and his husband’s being annoying, which means he’s perfectly fine. There’s a solution too - it’s just going to be a huge, annoying process getting to it. 

“So,” Bill says, slowly. Drawing the word out in a long string, while he finger-walks his arm up around Dipper’s shoulder.

Uh oh.

Speaking of annoying…

“Watch it,” Dipper hunches his shoulders, not daring to look his idiot husband in the eye. “You’re this close to sleeping on the couch for a month.” Not a big enough threat, Bill’s still thinking- “Or for a year.”

“Oh, sure,” Bill says, in a distracted tone. His fingers pause on their walk, one ‘leg’ poised on Dipper’s clavicle. They hold the position for a long moment, tapping out a little marching step - and seconds later, his palm slaps down on Dipper’s shoulder. “So, Pine Tree! How do you feel about this ‘Bill Cipher’ guy?”

Though Dipper resists, and he really tries to, the words slip out past his teeth, his lips form the sounds -

“I love you.” God. Damnit. He clenches his fists, as Bill’s sheer smugness radiates from him like heat. “And I’m thinking about shoving you off a cliff right now.”

When Bill paused, Dipper thought he might have fended this off. Wishful thinking, really, Bill’s almost impossible to stop. Dipper used what leverage he had, but all he’s managed to avoid are the worst, most invasive questions.

When it comes to Bill, that’s pretty close to a win.

Not that it’s going to feel like one.

Bill has, in fact, been encouraged. Now that he’s heard something he likes, he leans in like a weird creep. Dipper can practically hear the leer in his voice. “And on a scale of one to ten, how handsome am I?

“Ten point five,” Dipper needs to loosen his jaw or he might break a filling. Being pumped for information is bad enough without pumping up Bill’s already ridiculous ego. “You bastard.” 

Bill’s chest puffs out, there’s a strut in his stride. The grin is so wide now Dipper’s pretty sure it should hurt- and if he dares to pucker up, he’s not getting lips on his awful face.  “And am I the most clever and sexually amazing guy in the universe or what?

This time, Dipper snorts. 

“Definitely not.” He ignores the sharp, indignant sound next to him, tilting his head in thought. “For one, there’s succubi and incubi, so. Sexually, you’re not even on top amongst demons.” He glances over at the offended ‘o’ of Bill’s mouth. “And I know you’re not the most clever, because I win our debates nearly half the time. Maybe you’re up there, but not the most. And that’s just the surface level stuff.”

Dipper doesn’t have a complete cosmological view of the multiverse, but he has learned a lot. Mostly stuff he picked up from his husband, and demonic gossip. It’s absolutely enough to go on a long, long ramble about how Bill most likely doesn’t rank number one in anything. If Dipper avoids the topics where he actually is.

He’s barely fifteen seconds in before Bill starts scowling, with a grumpy hunch to his shoulders - But screw him. 

Dipper starts smiling, just a bit. Then, to be a dick, he adds, 

“The ten and a half is just me, anyway. To the average human, you’re maybe an eight..” Dipper continues, over another spluttered protest. Again, true; not everyone likes the slightly inhuman maniac cyclops look. “Six with your personality.” 

Bill groans. “Ugh, you pedant.” He squeezes Dipper’s shoulder, jostling him slightly. “C’mon, you know what I meant! What’s the real - “

“Don’t ask questions if you can’t handle the answers,” Dipper warns, jabbing Bill in the chest. So far it hasn’t been too much, but it could be. Time to draw a line. “I will suck so much fun out of this for you.” 

Bill Cipher, unintentional teacher once more. Now Dipper knows the curse isn’t about perfect truth. When he can deliberately misinterpret a question’s intent, and can go on tangents  - that means he has loopholes. There might even be more, if he tries.

And if they can’t get this settled soon, he’ll need every one of those he can find.

“Clever brat.” Bill’s frowning, but he can’t disguise the amusement in his voice. His eyebrows wiggle, his arm hauling him close -  "Go ahead, then. Anything else you wanna share?"

"I know two and half ways to kill you, Bill Cipher." Dipper gets right up in his face. He won’t let Bill push this any further. "Don't tempt me to use them."

Being face to face like this, Dipper watches Bill’s eye go wide - ha, didn’t expect that, did he. With that threat, he’ll - 

Start cackling. And weirdly, turn a little pink. Dipper feels all the momentum he had whoosh out of him like sad balloon animal. 

“Boy, you are a saucy one!” Bill whistles, low. He places his hands demurely on his cheeks, fluttering his eye at Dipper with amusement. “Oh, yeah. Talk deadly to me.”

By this time, Dipper figures he should be used to stumbling into demonic flirtation. Only it turns out it’s basically fractal in nature, and he keeps running into new and newer edge cases.

“Fun as this is - we gotta get you cleared up, and no time like the present!” Bill’s calmed down enough to scoop an arm around his waist, leading Dipper onward. “Can’t have you babbling everything to everyone, y’know?”

“What, you don’t want me telling you everything?” Total bullshit. Dipper elbows him in the side. “I thought you wanted to get in my head.”

“Hey! I didn’t ask for our game to be set on ‘beginner’ mode. That’s boring.” Bill flicks his fingers - but he’s got his ‘evading questions’ look on. “You’re lucky I’m so- oof.”

Another elbow, harder this time. Bill grunts, but capitulates. Rubbing at his eye briefly, he sighs.

“So! How many of my secrets would you say you know, Pine Tree?” Bill tightens his grip on Dipper’s waist, tugging him closer. “And I’m talking about the ones that I wouldn’t enjoy getting out in the world.”

“More than I can count.” Dipper says without thinking. Then, with thinking -  “Oh.”

Dipper hadn’t considered how much Bill’s taught him, before this exact moment. How much he’s learned. Even unintentionally. Especially unintentionally. 

Crap, even his threat before was kind of - 

Shit. There’s definitely, absolutely, no way can they go to Ford about this. Total recipe for disaster.

“See? We both got liabilities in play here.” Bill moves easily as Dipper picks up the pace. If anything he’s amused, and not feeling nearly as urgent. Another reason he’s an idiot. “All we gotta do is get you patched up quick, and no more loose lips sinking ships! Easy-peasy.”

“It better be,” Dipper mutters. Nothing ever goes right for him. And by extension, them.

“Trust me, kid! I got this handled!” Bill snaps his fingers - and smacks Dipper’s butt with a wink. “I know some guys!”

[33roda]

listen, ever since you've mentioned kaeya adorning lipstick i cannot.... i absolutely can NOT get it out of my mind. picture how gorgeous he'd look? sensual red blends notoriously well with his bronzed visage, and with his twinkling gaze. knowing my attention remains well encapsulated within his grasp. i just want to ruin it. smudged all over the edges of my lips, my cheek, my neck. even when i look akin to a ruins of a painting born of frustration, i wouldn't be satisfied enough.

i want to taste the ruin. there are a plenty other myriads of red to compliment him further, im sure. punch him hard till i wipe the smirk right off of him, till he harshly reels back; jestful glaze of mirth torn asunder by shock and fright, till i see him gape at me utterly appalled-- tell me he wouldn't feel his heart race then, out of undeniable excitement.

kaeya revels in the aspect of complexity within actions to dissect, right? surely he'd appreciate the introduction of his favorite beverage, then. emptied out on his skin, sweet wine rushing down to meet his bloodied nose and stained lips; dripping down to soak his chest and shirt burgundy,

--oh, he'd finally look complete. lips fit for whispering saccharine affections in yer ear 'nder dying lights now gored in heat of ardent moments, pulsing in pain from a cut blossoming forth. a countenance suited for uttering sentiments to beguile now dripping with blood, sweat, wine-- and perhaps, tears. his gaze up at me, all pathetic and pleading me to do something, but too frozen to initiate what he'd desire as he always does in his daily role. is it not beautiful in its right as well??

sweet boy, all paralyzed when i yank his hair up meet our lips together. to taste the bitter tang of his maquillage, overwhelming metallic aftertaste of his blood and tart tones of wine in my mouth, to feel it drip down our chins and further stain his impeccable uniform. tell me his first instinct wouldn't be to grab onto my arms with a grip fit to bruise, to trap me within his hold so i can't move away, to let me further provoke the sting on his lips. to let me handle him however i please.

(perhaps id like to visit the sticky stains of the aforementioned refreshment, kissing it clean 'way from his skin as an excuse to meander down to his pretty tits, and fondle with his nipples as to evoke more gasps and chokes from him. perhaps id let my hands wander all' cross his body-- to massage his cinched waist, fat thighs, and watch him shiver under the wake of my ghosting touch. isn't he utterly depraved? perhaps id let sincerity slip into the kiss. perhaps. )

after he's breathless, chest heaving up and down: tell me he wouldn't assume his grin once more, and say: "you could do so much better-- and so much worse to me."

there are so many ways id love to toy with him, but inevitably fond favoritism still runs strong for him. even after all id do to him, id still very much like to cradle his battered face in my hands to gently litter kisses over his eyelids. suffice to say, kaeyas just the most charming plaything ever, heh.

i coooold make a longer post of the thoughts concerning the things id do to kaeya but it's 5 am where i am and im fucking pooped! but what's life if not to drink the bloood from pretty sluts amirite yall

holy fucking shit anon this is so good I'm???? speechless. i have nothing to add I'm literally in shock 💀 adding this immediately to the masterlist oh my gosh

[ameliehq]

It was happening again, he could feel it deep in his bones, as Will was staring at his back with this unfamiliar coldness in his eyes. Michael knew that he was waiting for him to say something, but he just couldn’t bring himself to even open his mouth. He hated how much of a coward he was but it’s not like he could do anything, right?

⎯⎯⎯ I honestly don’t know what I was expecting, you know? That you would stop ignoring me after six months of not seeing each other? That you finally understood that there are other people than Jane? Yeah, right. ⎯⎯⎯ His voice was soaking with sarcasm which caused young Wheeler to shiver as he stood still, not facing his friend. Believe me when I say that he would love to just turn around, hug him and apologize a million times. But he knew that his words meant nothing when he fucked everything up. Again.

⎯⎯⎯ It’s not like that… ⎯⎯⎯ He said quietly, pushing his long hair out of his face as he heard the boy chuckle. It was bad, since he never heard Byers so upset, not even the previous summer. The fight they had was something he wished he could forget. But he couldn’t. It was going to hunt him until the day he dies.

⎯⎯⎯ Oh really? Then explain to me Mike. Because I just don’t understand. ⎯⎯⎯ Mike swore he could have heard Wills voice breaking down for a moment but when he finally turned around, all he could see was grimace on his friends face. He knew it was because of him and, God, how he hated himself for that.

⎯⎯⎯ I- I don’t understand either, okay? It’s not that easy… ⎯⎯⎯ He was talking so quietly, almost like he was scared to even say anything. And he could tell that the brown haired boy heard that, but he just said something to himself, something that Mike couldn't hear. He didn't want to lose him. That was his worst nightmare, so why couldn't he just explain everything to him? Oh. Yeah. Because if he said the truth, how he really felt, Will would never speak to him again.

⎯⎯⎯ Yeah. Yeah, of course. Then why are you only hanging out with her? ⎯⎯⎯ He asked and there was so much pain in his eyes, which Michael saw very clearly. He wanted to make it go away. He was always able to do it. So why is it different now? Well that's an easy question, silly. Because, now __you're__ the reason for his sadness.

⎯⎯⎯ I'm… I'm not. I'm hanging out with both of you- ⎯⎯⎯ He tried, but he was immediately cut off by young Byers.

⎯⎯⎯ No, Mike. You are almost not even looking at me! What have I done wrong? What did I do to deserve this? ⎯⎯⎯ His friends voice turned more into a scream, which made Mike shiver once again. He could feel tears form in his eyes, as he tried his best not to burst out crying right in front of him.

⎯⎯⎯ Nothing! You did nothing wrong! ⎯⎯⎯ He shouted back but it was already too late. Will was standing in front of him, reaching out to his shirt and grabbing it. Black haired boy hardly gulped, as he gave him a quick look full of pure terror.

⎯⎯⎯ Then why are ignoring me for fucks sake! ⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯ Because I'm in love with you! ⎯⎯⎯ Silence fell at both of them harder than anything ever and taller boy stopped holding his friends shirt, as his eyes opened wide. Mike could literally feel his heart sink in his chest and realization hit him immediately. He just told his best friend that he loves him. Holy shit.

He took a step back and before Byers could say or do anything, Wheeler was already gone. Small town boy was running, God knows where, just anywhere as long as not to be next to Will, too scared to even look at him. idea belongs to @/blueberri3s, I saw it and just.. yeah.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer: h-holy shit- Adam-

Lucifer knelt down, and cradled him. He could feel myself start to cry, he wrapped his arms around Adams shoulders, resting his cheek on his forehead.

Adam: T-Thats my name babe~. Don't wear it out~. Or d-do- it sounds hot coming out of your mouth~

Licifer: you know, if you shut up you might heal faster

Adam: I can't heal for shit while this knife is still sticking in me- fucking bitch! Speaking of...

Adam looked around, as best as he could. Everything was like a blurr and hard to focus on. But he willed himself to see everything clearly. The door- was fucking completely busted, that bitch must have been on steroids! That was a thick oak door! And she's split is open like a fucking Adam egg! Get it? Like Easter? It's a special holiday Adam made up about 46 years ago, it never stuck.

Adam: wear the fuck are they? S-shit-!

Adam did his best to sit up. It took some shuffling and groaning but be eventually got there. He's really got to try and get this knife out- but he'll deal with that soon. He looked around, and as his eyes started to focus, he smelt it before he saw it. Blood. And a lot of it.

It was everywhere- on the walls- not his expensive, 1630's original wallpaper! Great. Giant puddles of it all over the floor, soaking in- not his fucking wood flooring! Shit, that was going to be hard to get out but that can wait. What the fuck happened?

Adam: Lucifer- what the hell-?

Lucifer: I uh... kinda took care of them for you

Lucifer smiled sweetly, Adam was adorable when he's confused. He's never seen him confused, but now that he's seen the expression be has, he'll have to start doing it some more.

A vampire. Honestly, Lucifer was surprised to. He had no idea! He felt completely normal! No craving for blood, no fangs- but he doesn't recall being about to see himself in the mirror- but he thought that was some stupid prank from Adam.

Lucifer jumped and blushed as Adam brought his face to his neck, and started sniffing him. He tried not to laugh at how much it tickled, so he started to run his hand through Adams hair, trying to get as much of the crusting blood out.

Adam: babe- Lucifer- why didn't you say anything!? You're a vampire! When did that-?

Lucifer: I know! It's a surprise to me to... I was feeling weird when I was in bathroom, and i went to find you- that's when I saw this all going down.

Adam: b-but how? Not that I'm complaining but you literally saved my life!

Lucifer: you're dead Adam-

Adam: yeah, yeah, you know what I mean!

Lucifer: I know

Adam looked up at Luicfer, who had the softest smile. He knew he was probably just seeing things because that crazy bitch got a lucky shot- AND his shoulder still hurt from Alastor- but Adam almost felt like Lucifer was looking at him with love? Adams heart fluttered- and no, it's not because of the damn knife- he really should pull that out.

He jumped and groaned in pain, Lucifer took this second opportunity of Adam being confused to pull the knife out. It wasn't looming comfortable.

Lucifer: it must have happened that first night, when you first bit me

Adam: ...maybe my lip was busted open and some of my blood got into your body- but you had to have died-?! Oh my me!

Lucifer pulled back as Adam stood up, great now he was pacing.

Adam: I killed you?! That night! L-Lucifer-! I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry- please- please don't hate me- don't leave me-!

Adam fell to his knees and scooped Lucifer in a hug. If he had a heart, Lucifer swore it would be beating out of his chest, the poor man was crying and wailing. How could he think Lucifer would leave him-?

Lucifer: Adam... darling, look at me

Lucifer cupped Adams cheek, and wiped his tears with his thumb- wait, is he crying blood?! I guess when the only thing you consume is blood, it'll have to be used for something? Okay- well- that's something they'll have to talk about later. Right now, Lucifer had to calm Adam down before he panics himself to a second death.

Lucifer: I'm okay! Look, I'm here with you, and there's no way in hell that I'm leaving you! I uh... was actually thinking earlier that I would like to stay for a while longer- if you'll have me-

Lucifer felt the air get knocked out of him as Adam launched himself and wrapped his arms around Lucifer, toppling them to the ground.

Adam: yes! H-holy shit- yes-! Please stay! I'd love it if you did! Y-you don't have to stay forever- being immortal might make you sick of me-

Lucifer: Adam I was sick of you the moment I met you~. But I love every minute- I love being with you

Adam: l-love? You love it?

Lucifer: mmhmm... and I might be starting to love you, to

Adams eyes lit up as Lucifer said this, he couldn't believe this! Holy shit- thank Adam for this little reporter breaking and entering into his house!

Adam: Iloveyouto-! Wait- you're on you're way to loving me... fuck it- I still love you! I'm fucking there baby!

Lucifer: I can tell my little bat~

Adam stared wide eyes at Lucifer. A nickname- and it was adorable! He couldn't help but blush, this day has been a lot but Lucifer had really turned the tide. He's felt so much hate today but right now, the love he has in his undead heart for this man was insane. He had no idea a person could love another like this.

Adam: I-I like that-

Lucifer: do you sweetheart? Good, because that's what you are- my little bat~.

Adam blushed. But he couldn't help the shame that he felt, he looked down, and tucked his head into the crook of Lucifers neck. He saw him in THAT form, he hasn't gone into that form in so long! It was mainly to fly but as more people started moving to the village he had to stop, apparently a giant, white bat-human thing flying around caught some people's attention. Adam had to kill them when they tried to burn his home down, but he's not thinking about them right now.

Adam: i-im so sorry you saw me like that! That look on your face- you must think I looked hideous-!

Lucifer: Adam, no! I think you looked beautiful! You reminded me of the moon actually

Adam: the moon?

Lucifer: I'd never seen anything more gorgeous than you sitting in that chair, infront of your fire, that night I arrived. I couldn't help but to start falling for you. And seeing you in that form? Well, it's you, isn't it? So what if you looked terrifying- it was hot! Ithers might have seen it as scary but I see it as deadly, and your drop dead gorgeous~.

Adam snorted. This guy was such a dork, he loved it.

Lucifer: and I think I might have shifted into something similar- but I can't remember

Adam: that happens the first couple of times, you'll get use to it- oh! We could go flying together!

Adam beamed up at Lucifer, who smiled so sweetly down at him. He swore he saw stars in Adams eyes.

Their eyes snapped to the lounge, specifically I'm the space infrom of the fireplace as they heard a gasp and a moan of pain. Fuck- it was one of the hunters. She was really injured. Adam could tell she was dying, he could hear the blood in her veins slowing down.

Adam: shit

Lucifer: fuck. I didn't- I thought they left

Charlie: p-please- V-Vaggie- darling- Vagatha-!

Adam felt horrible, he shouldn't but fuck it. He looked around and strained his ears. He couldn't hear anything else. He was starting to hear Alastor start breathing again but it was still weak, he'll have to set him up a room, at least until he gets used to being a vampire-

Charlie: AHG-! Shit- V-Vaggie-! W-where-

Right, let's focus on the issue infront of us Adam. He was so zoned out that he didn't notice Lucifer leave and head over to the hunter. Adam soon joined him, and stood over the woman. Lucifer was already kneeling down next to her head.

She was only a girl, she looks so young, Lucifer swore she was only just out of her teens.

Lucifer: hey- breathe

Lucifer pulled off the shirt he was wearing and placed it to the big gash in her side.

Lucifer: what's your name hunter?

Charlie: It's C-Charlie- where's V-Vaggie-?

Adam: she's booked it babe, the only blood I can really smell is yours

Lucifer: she's dying Adam... I don't want more death today

Adam: ...alright, what's the plan babe?

Charlie was drifting out of consciousness. It was a weird feeling but Lucifer could feel her heartbeat getting weaker. She was probably not going to be the best to hold a conversation with. She was nearly dead. Lucifer felt his heart break this this woman- well, girl- child.

Charlie: D-Dad- please- h-help m-me- I'm so s-sorry-

Charlie: D-Dad-

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

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Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.