#The field where my fucks grow is empty

[its-in-the-woods]

For all the people hating on people writing

It's fiction

Who gives a sh!t If its not Canon!

The character won't do that. The ship is not cannon. But their backstory indicates that x.. and?! And?! Who made you the gatekeeper of said fictional character!

I wouldn't give two 💩💩 if the writer of said character came on here and told me otherwise. Cause guess what these are now everyone's character. Two bad!

Your high horse snootyness is showing.

The whole damn point is to write what you see. Enjoy the writing and block the assholes.

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

A Locker Room Visitor

One day after classes, your path takes you by the field when the football team is finishing practice. And you see this guy.

You think he's really hot. You'd like to be like him. Hell, you'd like to be him. Well, that's not possible, but you're so obsessed that you decide to follow him to the locker room and maybe grab yourself a souvenir. You manage to hide in one of the empty lockers while the team is showering. The guy you followed is one of the last to leave. And you're in luck: he forgot his jockstrap and left it on the bench. Once you're sure that the coast is clear, you get out of the locker and grab the jock strap. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. It's the football player you followed. He's come back for his jock strap. But now he's seen you, and there's no escape.

"What do you think you're doing, little dude?" He asks you. "Oh, you want my jock strap? You think you're man enough to wear it? I don't think you are, but maybe, just maybe, I can make you worthy. Go ahead, dude. Take your clothes off. Now! Don't even think about trying to get away. "

So, you strip off your clothes until you're standing there naked in front of the football jock. It's humiliating, but you don't dare disobey him; he's way bigger and stronger than you are.

"What do I do now?" you ask.

"Put it on, little dude. "

You hesitate. It's still wet, and it smells like his sweat. "I said, put it on. Now!" You aren't even sure how to put it on. You've never worn one before. Exasperated, the football jock says, "You step through the straps and pull it up! Come on, dude. You're pathetic. I shouldn't even do this for you, but you're gonna get exactly what you have coming to you." You finally pull up the jock strap until the sweaty material touches your ball sack. As it comes in contact with your skin, you start to feel strange, as if you can't move. You find yourself sitting on the bench, wearing nothing but his jock strap. The football jock seems far away, and you feel dizzy, as if you might faint. You can feel the coldness of the bench against your ass, but nothing else seems real.

He hands you a pair of football pants and tells you to put them on. His voice booms in your ears. Nothing seems real, and you can hardly move, but somehow, you manage to get them on. They're too big for you, and they feel strange. Next, he has you put on his compression shirt, shoulder pads, and jersey. Everything is too big, and you tell him that nothing fits right. "Don't worry, little dude. You'll grow into them. " He has you put on his socks, too. You say something about the smell, and he laughs at you. "You'll get used to it. Now put on my cleats. "

The cleats are way too big, but he says, "You aren't going to be going anywhere for a while, so it doesn't matter if you can walk. Now to keep you quiet... here, put in my mouth guard. That'll keep you from talking until you're finished. "

He's right; you can't remove the mouth guard, and you can't form words. All you can do is make little whimpering noises. You want to tell him that you're sorry and to let you go, but he just looks at you and says, "Quiet, you perverted little prick. No one can hear you but me. If you want my jock strap, you're gonna be fucking worthy of wearing it. I'm doing you a huge favor. Now I just need to get your helmet ready, and then - well, you'll find out.

He grabs a helmet and puts it on your head. You already felt strange, but the helmet makes you feel even stranger. It's becoming hard to think. The football player says, "Okay, I'll be back in a few hours to check on you. You should be ready by then. " You realized that he intended to leave you in the locker room by yourself. You wanted to get up and leave, but you couldn't move. Your body felt heavy, and a fog had descended on your brain. You felt your eyelids closing, and in another moment, you fell asleep.

You wake up a few hours later. You feel very strange, and you aren't sure where you are or what happened to you. You get up from the bench, feeling very stiff and sore. "Whoa, that must have been some practice! Did I really fall asleep in the locker room? Still in my uniform? Where is everyone?" The locker room is empty and dimly lit. You take off your helmet and clatter over to the mirror in your cleats. They fit perfectly. Something about that seems wrong, but you can't remember what. Your reflection seems unfamiliar, too, but that couldn't be right? Your hair is curly and tousled, falling over your forehead below your heavy, dark eyebrows. Your jaw is square and masculine. Your face is handsome, but somehow it makes you think of someone else you can't quite remember. Your well developed shoulder muscles are popping out of your jersey. You feel your big cock straining against your jockstrap as stare at your reflection. "Damn, looking good, bro!" you think to yourself, "but why am I so fucking sore? That must have been some workout. I guess I'd better get changed and shower." Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Another football player is coming. He looks enough like you to be your brother, but do you know him? Of course, you must know him; you're both on the same team, right? He looks at you with a big grin on his handsome face.

"You feeling all right now, bro?"

"Yeah, bro," you say, "I feel fine, but how'd I fall asleep?" Your voice sounded strange in your own ears. Was your voice always that deep? Unconsciously, you touched your throat with your hand and felt the size of your Adam's apple. It seemed big. Everything about you felt bigger. For a moment, you felt dizzy, as if you were about to faint.

"You were so wiped out after practice that we left you here to sleep it off. But it's getting late, bro. I brought some clothes back for you. Go ahead and shower, and we can head back to our place. "

"Sure, bro," you said, still confused. You pulled the jersey over your head and unhooked the pads, setting them down on the bench. Then you took off the compression shirt, your cleats, and socks. Finally, you took off the football pants and the jock strap, freeing your massive meat from its confinement. All these gestures felt as familiar as breathing, but something tickled in the back of your mind as if you'd never done this before.

But that's stupid, you thought. You'd been playing football since you were a little kid. You swaggered to the showers, admiring your big feet, your muscular, hairy legs, and your massive chest. As you passed the mirror, you flexed your muscles and gave yourself a cocky smile. Your teammate, no roommate? Brother? Yeah, your brother chuckled. "You know you're hot, little bro. You don't have to prove it every time you get naked. Now go shower. It's getting late; we need to get home. If Coach finds out we broke curfew, we're both going to be in trouble. "

"Sorry, bro," you said. "I'll hurry. "

"And bro, one more thing," he said. "I told you I'd make you worthy of that jockstrap."

"What are you talking about, bro," you ask. "Never mind," he said, a huge grin on his face.

[burreauxsworld]

Ours To Keep (3) | Joe Burrow

Smut/18+, Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: you and Joe are learning to juggle your pregnancy on top of the fast approaching football season, all while growing even closer than before, which neither of you thought was possible.

You’re bent over the toilet of the facility bathroom emptying to contents of your stomach. The nausea seemed to come in swinging. This is how you found yourself most mornings, and even throughout the day. The anti-nausea medicine prescribed to you barely ever seemed to work. Letting out a groan, you flushed the toilet and stood up.

It’d been two weeks since the confirmation of your pregnancy, and you learned from the ultra sound that you were about 3 months along. While you weren’t showing yet, the weight gain was starting to become obvious. Your jeans no longer fit you, so you opted for leggings most of the time. Your bra’s became too snug, so you had to get new ones. Most of all, you’d started wearing Joe’s bengals shirts to work to hide the weight gain. The two of you still hadn’t told anyone about the baby. You wanted to live in your own little bubble for a while. Joe agreed, knowing it would cause less stress for you if you hadn’t told anyone yet.

You washed your hands and walked out of the bathroom. You stopped by your office to grab your laptop, and made your way toward the practice field. Practice wasn’t open to the public today so you opted to work outside. You needed some fresh air anyway. You took a seat on a slightly shaded part of grass, and started to respond to emails regarding brand deals and events that Joe would need to go to. Setting up interviews and juggling everything around his football schedule. You also had to plan doctors appointments around both of your schedules, because he said he refuses to miss a single one.

You hear a whistle blow, and look up just in time to see Joe hoping on one foot, out of the way of the play and taking a seat on the ground, with his brow furrowed in pain. Your heart drops to your stomach. You set your laptop aside, and watch as Coach Taylor walks over to Joe. You don’t dare walk over there because Joe would throw a fit if someone even accidentally bumped you.

“Fuck,” you mutter as Joe gets carted off the field. You gather your things and quickly make your way back into the facility. You find Joe in one of the medical rooms sitting on the table, he’s by himself so you slip into the room. “Hey, what happened?”

“Strained my damn calf.” he spits, and you wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh” he apologizes. “Zac dismissed me for the day. I’m just trying to find the motivation to get up and take a shower before we head out. Hurts like a bitch,” he admits, looking over at you. ��Do you need help?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“No, I should be okay. I don’t think I can drive though”

“Well it’s a good thing we came together then. You’ll just have to trust me to drive your baby” you joke, and he jokingly rolls his eyes. “If I can trust you to carry my baby then I guess I can trust you to drive my third baby” he jokes, and you grow confused. “Third?”

“Well, there’s you, our baby, and my Porsche” he explains, and your heart melts. “Let’s get outta here,” he says before you can say anything, slowly getting on his feet.

•••

“Thanks, baby” Joe says as you set a plate of food in front of him while he sits on the couch with his leg elevated. You smiled at him in return before taking a seat next to him. You look over at him while he eats, and you can’t shake the thought from your head. “Joey,” you say, catching his attention. “Can we talk…about us?”

He sets his plate aside and looks over at you, not being able to move much due to his calf. “What about us?” He asks softly. You let out a sigh. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering where everything leaves us. You know, with the baby and all. I’m 100% okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I have to get this off of my chest” you tell him, taking a deep breath. He bites the inside of his cheek, stopping a smile from forming. He knows exactly where this is going.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time. Which is why I let our situation go on for such a long time. I craved that touch from you. I craved literally anything from you. I guess what I’m trying to say is, this baby made me realize that I don’t want to be without you. Ever. I love you, Joey, and you don’t have to say back. I just needed you to know-“

He cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was slow, not rushed. Soft and full of love. It felt like fireworks were bursting in your chest. You pulled away and stared into his eyes, a look of adoration evident in the ocean blue irises that you loved so much.

“I love you, so so much” Joe mutters. “You and our baby”

“So what does this mean for us?” You ask quietly, with a hint of hope in your voice. “It means you’ve always been my girl, but now it’s official” he smirks, pulling you to straddle his waist. “Joey, I don’t wanna hurt you!” You shriek, trying to get off of his lap. “It’s my calf not my thighs. You’re perfectly fine, baby” he assures you, before smashing his lips onto yours.

This kiss was feverish and full of desire. The raw passion made the room around you feel warm. Joe’s hands settle on your ass, grinding you down on his growing erection inside his sweats. He groans into the kiss as he repeats his action. Your hands slide down his clothed chest, moving slowly toward the bottom of his hoodie. You slide your hands under his hoodie and his shirt, moving it up and he help you take it off. His hands grip the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, you weren’t wearing a bra, do your boobs sprung in his face.

His mouth attaches to one of your sensitive nipples and you let out a sharp gasp. “Please be gentle, they’re sore right now” you tell him breathlessly. “I got you baby, I’ll take care of you” Joe says, his tongue slowly circling your left nipple. You tip your head back as you let out a soft moan. He gently sucks it into his mouth before letting it go with a pop, moving to the other side.

“Fuck, Joey” you whine, grinding yourself into his lap. “You like this gorgeous? Fuck, your tits are huge now. They’re so beautiful” he groans, softly kneading them in his large hands. You lean in capturing his lips again. His hands push your cotton shorts over the curve of your ass, slapping it as he does so, causing you to gasp.

“Take these off,” he says, helping you stand to remove your shorts. He removes his sweats as well. Both of you completely bare, not like you haven’t been before. You straddle his waist again, his hard cock rubbing perfectly against your swollen bud. You whine, grinding down. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby, don’t you worry” he whispers in your ear, his voice laced with lust. His hand moves between your thighs, groaning when he feels how wet you are for him. You whine as he gathers your wetness and his fingers start to circle your clit.

Your nipples rubbing against his chest made the pleasure feel almost overwhelming. His lips are back on yours while his fingers work you. Your moans and whines are caught in his mouth. He pulls away, his lips finding your chest again, you throw your head back. “Fuck Joey!” You whine loudly. “Fuuuckk” you moan out, and he smirks against your chest. You let out a sharp gasp when his fingers move from your clit to your sopping entrance, and he inserts two fingers.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” Joe groans. “Baby, I’m gonna cum” you whine out and his fingers move faster. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand”

Your breathless moans sound throughout the living room, your head tipped back as you fall apart from just his talented fingers. You lean forward and rest your sweaty forehead on his shoulder. “You think you can ride me, baby?” Joe mutters into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You nod and pull back to position yourself above him. Sinking down slowly, you feel every inch. Every vein. Your eyes are shut and mouth formed into a perfect “O” shape. Joe lets out a groan as you’re fully seated. He gives you a minute to adjust to his size.

You feel so full. You haven’t felt this in almost a month due to the two of you being so busy. You start to move back and fourth, a soft moan slipping past your lips. Joe’s large hands find your waist to help guide you. You let out a laid moan as he lips your hips and slams you back down. “Oh my god!”

“Yeah, you like that baby?”

You let out a loud moan in response. His hands basically doing all of the work. The pace is merciless. His cock hitting all the right places. “Fuck, daddy, right there!” You yell out, without realizing what had slipped, but Joe fucking loved it. “Say it again.” He orders, moving you faster. “Fuck, daddy!” You gasp out. You can feel the knot tightening in your belly. Joe can feel the way you’re squeezing him, and he knows you’re close.

“You gonna cum baby? Cum all over this dick”

You let out a loud, high pitched whine. “I’m gonna fill you up. You’re gonna look so sexy all big and pregnant with my baby. Fuuckkk” Joe groans, tipping his head back. You yell out as you come apart, his hands holding you in place. Both of your chests heaving. You lean forward and lay your head on his shoulder and slowly lift yourself off of him, both of you hissing.

“That was hot,” you comment breathlessly.

“So hot.” Joe agrees. “You good?” He asks and you lift your head to make eye contact. “So good.”

“But I am a little hungry.” You comment sheepishly, and Joe lets out a loud laugh. “Alright. Let’s go shower and then get you and baby some food”

•••

The next day at work was a busy one. The first pre season game was in just 3 days. You and other players assistants were running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to prepare everything for the guys. You more than most since you literally work for the quarterback. You felt like you hadn’t had a chance to stop and take a breath.

Finally you were able to retreat to your office for lunch. Gabby already sitting at her desk, smiled at you tiredly as you walked in. “Hey girlie” she says, and you smile at her. “Hey. Heard your load was pretty big today” you comment and she groans. “Don’t remind me—oh my gosh! Y/N, you have blood on the back of your pants” Gabby says, letting out a gasp. You heart falls into your stomach. This isn’t happening.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes begin to fill with tears. “Hey, it’s okay. I have an extra pair of pants in my bag that you can borrow-“

“Gabby, I need you to go get Joe”

“Why would you need Joe for this?” She questions confused. “Gabby please. Just get Joe”

[exquisink]

f!sorcerer reader, dubcon, stalking, possessiveness, harassment (there will be a non sorcerer reader version)

bully!satosugu aren’t your average bullies. they aren’t bogged down each time you ignore their attempts at getting under your skin. they know you’re smart and know better… but so are they and they do too. and maybe they’re less interested in breaking you down more than simply getting to know you :)

(but they need to understand you aren’t your average target. you can and will stand up for yourself. you don’t show much interest in general and that just baffles them.)

bully!satosugu…who aren’t the kind to dominate the small world of jujutsu tech one because there’s no reason for that or anything to gain from it either but they are instead viewed as just two boys sharing the same brain cell. shoko and utahime tell you not to pay them any mind; they’re just two dumbasses with an overinflated sense of importance being speshul grades. nanami even reiterates the fact. plus they annoy everyone, so it’s not like you’re a special case here.

bully!satosugu who get all up in your space and in your business, ignoring your protests when they snatch your books and notes out of your hands and lap and geto’s scooping you into his strong hold instead.

“why’s a grade 3 sorcerer wasting her time? trust me, we have better things in mind for a pretty thing like you,” geto purrs.

“and besides, what use is a grade 3 in the field when the two strongest can just take care of everything? hmmmm?” gojo taunts while fiddling with a stray strand of your hair.

instead of seeming intimidated, you’re just annoyed that your work has been disrupted. you don’t give them an outward reaction, just a deadpan, “if you don’t let me go i’ll use my curse technique to castrate the two of you.”

that seems to work for now!

bully!satosugu who…for some reason hover over you like they’re your bodyguards yet you treat them as if they’re not there the entire time. even if gojo can usually annoy someone to the point of tears, you don’t react, instead you’re able to completely tune him AND geto out.

how… Unnerving! Perplexing?

bully!satosugu who HATE to see you divert your attention to anyone else be it nanami or haibara or even shoko and utahime. something sets them off when you giggle a little too hard at some off hand deadpan remark nanami makes, you keep making eyes at him like you like him and not them. what’s up with that? and then they see nanami resting his hand on your thigh……….

and shooting a glare their way, as if to ward them off of you or else? wha?

bully!satosugu who aren’t keen on the idea of you trying to have a life outside of them (you never wanted a life with them from the start, but you digress) so they corner you in one of the empty lecture halls. you tell them you don’t know what they mean. in fact you insist, because you really don’t understand (or really care either). you have no regard for them, but they seem to hold so much interest in you and they don’t like that you don’t appreciate their attention so you had to get it instead from fucking NANAMI.

setting your book on your lap, you meet their accusatory gazes with disinterest.

“i don’t have to entertain any of this,” you remark, “i’m not interested in engaging in something like this when we’re in an environment where we’re forced to coexist. i will acknowledge you as my peers but nothing more.”

thinking you have the last word, you get up and brush past them, but geto grabs your wrist and twists you around. you grunt.

“maybe we have to show her why she should want us by her side, satoru,” he suggests in a low, dangerous tone.

“will she actually learn this time, though?”

“oh, it doesn’t matter. we can always repeat the lesson until she understands,” geto yanks you toward him until your back hits his front, your breath hitching as you feel a growing erection through his baggy uniform.

“you both might find better payoff deepthroating each other,” you scoff.

geto’s nostrils flare at that.

“such a foul mouth,” he snarls, "better watch that tone with us."

“yeah,” satoru pitches in, inching closer with a little smirk. “maybe we ought to plug it up.”

TBC???

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴏʀʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ

PAIRING: Baseball player! Wooyoung x Cheerleader! F! Reader

SYNOPSIS: You can't blame Wooyoung for wanting to fuck you after a good game, after all, having a hot girlfriend is tiresome.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Semi-public sex, college au, unprotected sex, oral (f, receiving), finger sucking, degradation, daddy kink (literally twice or thrice), wall sex, hints of voyeur! San.

Your smooth moves were contradicting your mind – which was filled with anticipation. It was already mid-game and although your boyfriend's team was leading with four points, the anxiety in you never settled.

Your abdomen is also filled with images of what might be awaiting you if Wooyoung won the cup for your university. It was almost like the feeling of his plump lips resting against your lips still lingered on your skin while he whispered, “I'm gonna win this game and ravage your tight little pussy till you're digging your nails on my back.”

Surely his whisper had been subtle but the same couldn't have been said to deep blish taking over your face which caused your boyfriend to instantly bloom into a satisfied grin.

It was at the last round, that the atmosphere turned extremely silent – patiently waiting for Wooyoung to pitch the ball that would get his team the point to win the tournament.

In barely a few seconds – as you watch, loud cheers erupt, drowning out the loud ‘all out’. You exclaim in happiness, almost running down to where your lover stood with a proud smile while his eyes stalked your steps.

You immediately throw your arms around him, his own hands wrapping around your waist as he places a soft peck behind your ear. The subtle action has you clenching your thighs in excitement. “Congratulations, baby.”

You mentally thank your vocal chords for not betraying you. “Mhm, I hope you still remember the promise I made you, pretty.” You nibble on your lower lip from his words – his hands caress the sides of your waist sensually.

And before you knew it, Wooyoung's large hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the crowd, desperately trying not to draw attention to yourself. You expected him to pull you to his car to take you home but your surprise only grows when he drags you away to the sports locker rooms.

There was barely anyone in sight when Wooyoung pulled you into one of the empty sections inside the locker room, locking the door behind him.

It was a narrow space, but big enough to give the both of you room to fuck away like rabbits. “Did you seriously think about fucking me all the while you were on the field?” You ask as you wrap your arms around his shoulder – prepping kisses onto his jawline. “Having a hot girlfriend is tiresome, alright? You know how hard it was to not imagine you wrapped around my dick while wearing this short ass skirt of yours?”

His thigh locates itself in between your thighs, letting you grind over his tight jeans. Wooyoung gathers your hair in one big ponytail tugging at your hair to present your neck to himself.

It doesn't take long for him to find your sweet spot, sucking the area hard till you're a moaning mess in a few seconds – your hips grinding down on him desperately.

His tongue slides over the dark purple mark when his hands yank up your skirt to tear off your underwear. A chuckle from him when he feels your wetness on the pads of his fingers has your face flushing red. “You're fucking dripping, baby.”

Moving his hands to the hem of your shirt to effortlessly pull it off. With a swift move, his fingers skillfully unbuckle your bra, pushing the fabric off your body. The sudden exposure to the cold air causes your nipples to perk up.

Your hands mindlessly travel down to unbuckle his belt, hastily. Wooyoung is fast in helping your desperate hands as he holds your wrists in one hand, while throwing away his belt to the floor. But nonetheless, he shakes his head at you, “You gotta stop being impatient, princess.”

Although contradicting his words, Wooyoung suddenly moves down to his knees – his hands coming up to grasp your thighs from below. You yelp when – without a warning, Wooyoung hoists your right leg on his shoulder – leaning in between your thighs to attach his lips to your clit.

Your hands swiftly find home in between his hair locks as his tongue laps at your slick. You practically chew on your teeth to avoid the loud moans threatening to escape you. But your eyes shut close in pleasure as your lips stretch into a satisfied grin from finally feeling the pleasure coarse through your body.

Wooyoung's hand travels to the back of your ass, squeezing your flesh momentarily before pulling your pussy closer to himself – till his head is buried underneath your white skirt.

His tongue darks out to lap at your wet folds in a fast pace – which has your hands moving away from his hair to desperately find a surface to hold on to.

But, of course, Wooyoung almost had a smug smile painting his face when he heard your muffled noises which you tried to hold in desperately. Your eyes roll back when you feel your orgasm approaching – your bottom lip falling from the confines of your teeth as loud moans erupt from you. Your hazy brain could barely worry about making it obvious to the people outside.

“W-woo, Gonna cum” Your words could be confused for whimpers and a series of loud moans fall off your lips as you climax. Your hips twitch in Wooyoung's hold all while he moves his lips to press soft kisses to your inner thighs.

Rising to his feet, Wooyoung caresses the back of your neck, “Breath for me, baby.” He places butterfly kisses on your neck, “You did so well for me, love.” And soon, your pants lower as you get over your high.

“Want a break, princess?” His words immediately have you shaking your head, “Want you to fuck me, now.” He cocks his eyebrows at your demand, and the immediate “Please” from you doesn't help. “You know how to ask for something, baby.”

“Can you please fuck me, daddy?” Hoping the nickname makes him cave and ram his cock into you, your hands tug on his black baseball shirt. A smirk makes its way onto your lips, when Wooyoung groans under his breath – his hands almost ripping off his own pants as he hastily makes his way out of them.

And before you could speak a word, Wooyoung's fingers shove themselves into your mouth, his hand coming down to wrap your leg around his waist as he lines his cock in between your slippery folds. “My fucking pleasure, princess. You're gonna keep your mouth fucking shut while daddy fucks his cum into you alright?”

Your muffled whimpers and pathetic nod manages to break Wooyoung’s patience as he grips your hips closer to his – letting his thick cock slam its way into you. Your eyes roll back yet again, your hips immediately losing control at the feeling of being filled to the brim.

Wooyoung slowly lets his cock slip out a bit before he is slamming into you again at a ruthless pace, his hand bruisingly gripping at your flesh. “Don't you fucking love being treated like a dirty slut?” the noises of skin-slapping resonate throughout the room – along with your muffled moans.

“You love getting fucked against some wall with barely any privacy? You wouldn't mind if someone barges in and watches the way I fill your little pussy with my cock, hmm?”

Your spit slips past your mouth, dripping down your chin from the way your brain can only think about Wooyoung's cock movements.

And out of nowhere, there was a familiar voice outside the door. Wooyoung curses under his breath, his hips barely halting from slapping against yours.

“Yo, where did Wooyoung run off to? I swear I couldn't see him anywhere.” San's voice was almost muffled from how farther he was from where you stood but the thought of getting caught by your boyfriend’s best friend almost has you clenching around Wooyoung.

“Fuck, San can barge in here any second, you know that right, baby?” His hips slam harder into you, for each thrust. “Maybe, he should. I think San would love to know what kind of slut is hiding behind that pretty face, wouldn't he?”

You can barely respond to Wooyoung's obvious question when you feel his fingers rub circles on your clit. And the action had you squirting all over his cock, your hold clenching down on him tightly. The sight of your orgasm and your warm walls closing around him, brings Wooyoung closer to his own orgasm sooner than he imagined. Wooyoung moans under his breath, as spurts of hot cum fill you up in seconds.

Both of you take a few minutes to ride out your orgasm – while you lean into each other's arms. “Fuck, that- was hot, babe.” Wooyoung says once he pulls his soft cock out of your hole.

As the both of you dress yourself back in your clothes quickly, you try not to make any more noises as you get out of the confined space. But you yelp loudly when the both of you come face-to-face with the wide-eyed San, whose face was as flushed as the tip of his cock which laid hard on the palm of his hands.

[thekinslayed]

A Night for Celebration

summary | Gwayne is gifted a special treat by his nephew after the victory at Rook's Rest.

pairing | gwayne hightower x brothel worker!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! oral (m), oral (f), 69, unprotected sex, aegon cameo, thoughts of incest oop, canon divergence, face sitting

wordcount | 2.5k

note | as promised :) this took too long to finish lol but we're finally powering thru the writer's block thank yewww god

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

(divider by @starzyyy1)

The streets of Flea Bottom were always a ruckus, busied by street performers, lewd acts around the corner, and the shadows that held its darkest secrets. Tonight, a company of shining knights made their way down the streets. The sight of them would be enough to instill fear and caution within the smallfolk, but this is not that kind of night. They were merry, inebriated by the high of their recent victory in battle and some strong ale. Among them, the king stood out like a bright star among mortals. 

Though slick with grease and sweat, his silver hair held a stark contrast among the rest, incomparable to even the light blonde tresses of Martin Reyne. The king was in a swell mood, evident by the raucous laughter that echoed through the city's alleyways. This is where he felt best, away from the curious eyes of the court and the brooding, disapproving bunch he called a family. Though he wouldn’t say they were all bland, his uncle Gwayne was the only one with a similar interest. The man knew how to have fun. Aegon liked that.

His mother’s brother was all eager to join in their little night out, desperate to have a night of reprieve after a grueling journey, and an even more brutal battle. He finally had one night away from Criston fucking Cole, who stayed behind of course. All the better for Gwayne.

Aegon led them down the familiar path to the Streets of Silk. The giddying excitement for some women was palpable within the group, who were growing drunker and drunker as they stopped at different taverns. They reached his favored brothel, which was ordered to be emptied for the night. An evening of bliss was the king’s reward for his knights' valiant efforts on the field, at the pleasure of the crown.

They were greeted by a gaggle of whores, all lined up in anticipation as they awaited the men’s arrival. Some were already bare, skin glistening with oil, while others wore different kinds of sheer gowns, if one could even call it that. 

“Here we are, gentlemen. The best part of the night,” the king exclaimed, earning all kinds of hollers and cheers from his men. He was walking quite wobbly now, the edges of his speech slurring. Among the girls, Madame Sylvi emerged, greeting the king with a bow and a respectful smile.

“My king, welcome. It is an honor to be of service during such a great night. I thank you for your continued patronage,” she said. With a sweep of his purple hues down her body, a giggle bubbled from Aegon’s throat, earning a raise of the brow from the madame.

“Ah, Sylvi. You are the best in these streets. ‘Tis really no surprise why even the sharpest of men come crawling back into your embrace, hm?” Aegon quipped, laughing at his own jest. The older woman merely responded with a small nod, biting back her tongue. She held out an arm, presenting her girls to the men’s hungry eyes.

“They are all yours for the night, your grace.”

With a delighted hum, the king stepped forward, assessing each one of them with a devouring gaze. He ran a hand down their figures, testing the softness of their supple flesh against his palm. Some he tweaked their nipples, cupped their mounds to find the best-feeling cunny. He had even pulled one for a kiss, letting out a low moan at the taste of sweet cherry oil swiped across her lips. Pleased, Aegon nodded in approval.

“I will let my brave knights take their pick before me,” he said. “After all, one whore is as good as another.” 

With his statement, the ravenous knights stepped forward, taking their pick of the litter before being dragged off to their corner of the brothel. Gwayne had his eyes on a plump, olive-skinned brunette, Dornish, presumably, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Aegon cocked his head towards the madame, who led them down a hall lined by actual rooms, instead of the sheer curtains in the common hall. She stopped at the last door of the hallway, opening it to reveal more awaiting women.

“As you requested, your grace.”

There were only a handful of them, though Gwayne knew they were more… special. His suspicions were confirmed by the pleased look on his nephew’s face, who led him further into the room.

“I thought you deserved something finer, uncle, after your valiant efforts of withstanding months of tolerating Cole on the road. Take it as a treat from me,” Aegon explained. A twin swell of excitement rose in the men’s chests at the women, who looked at them with sensual, siren-like gazes. “Madam’s best performers. There are fresh maidens too if you wish!”

Like what he did in the common hall, Aegon assessed each one with Gwayne by his side. For a moment, the redhead found none particularly appealing, thinking of returning to the dark-haired beauty with kohl-lined eyes, but then he saw you.

The younger followed his uncle’s line of sight, before calling your name with a wave of his ringed hand. You were in a powder blue robe, embroidered with flowers of gold thread. A waft of the scent of roses invaded Gwayne’s senses as you approached, bringing about a tingle in his fingertips. You greeted the men with a curtsy, flashing a small smile. 

Aegon seemed to be approving of his uncle’s choice. “She is one of the best, take it from me. Though I was rather unsure whether you would like her, considering she quite looks like—”

“No, no. She’s perfect,” Gwayne said, waving a hand dismissively while icy blues stayed on you. 

Red hair, brown eyes. Just how he liked them.

With a smile, you took hold of the knight’s hand, leading him out into the hall. Aegon went off with a silver-haired one, an obvious dragonseed. Copper Penny, they called her. 

The private rooms were kept fairly simple, with a wide feather mattress and numerous melting candles lining the space. The lewd murals continued into these walls as well, and in the middle of it all, you.

“It is a pleasure to serve you tonight, my lord,” you said, turning swiftly to face the nobleman. He blinked, previously occupied with staring at the swell of your ass as it swayed with your every step. The apples of his freckled cheeks rose as you smiled at him coquettishly, batting your pretty lashes at him. 

“Do you know who I am, girl?” Gwayne figured to ask, earning a nod from you as you poured a cup of red. He accepted it with a gracious nod, brushing calloused fingertips against your softer ones.

“You are Queen Alicent’s brother. Everyone here knows who you are. In fact, your name has been uttered one too many times ever since the smallfolk have caught a glimpse of you,” you told him, to which Gwayne responded with a curious raise of the brow. Your berry-stained lips widened as you chuckled, “Your arrival has caused quite a ruckus. People have been quite taken by another Hightower passing through our streets, especially one who has fought quite bravely in battle.”

The knight’s spine stood taller in pride at your words, ego successfully stroked. Such skills were well-taught in the secrets of your trade, and you managed to already please him before even disrobing. “And what do you think, girl? Have I managed to stun you?” he asked, vigilantly watching as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I think you are prettier than your sister.” 

Gwayne smirked, a satisfied hum his only response. He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp, evidently eager to make the most of your services. “Was there anything you preferred, my lord?” you asked, equally as keen to spend your evening with such a handsome man. You have pleasured many noble and common men alike, even the king at one point, but only a small few have managed to stir a bubbling excitement in your belly. Gwayne was one of the exceptions, with his prissy noble blood, quick wits, and a smirk that could make anyone’s knees buckle. He was silent for a moment, assessing you with his icy blues. You seemed to preen under his gaze, chest subtly puffing out as he stared at them.

“Undress,” the knight ordered with a flick of his wrist.

You obliged, pulling the clasp on the belt that held your robe together. The sheer fabric fell off your shoulders in a graceful swoop, baring all to the man before you. Your nipples stood erect in their exposing, while a patch of darker red decorated the apex of your thighs. The act of your baring alone had Gwayne already palming the hardening length in his trousers, eager fingers unlacing his breeches to free his cock. Your orbs stared at it unabashedly as he stroked himself, prompting a one-sided, roguish smirk to rise on the Hightower’s lips.

He wasn’t the biggest, nor the thickest, but gods, was it pretty, just like the rest of him. It was nicely flushed at the tip, with a protruding vein running its underside. The base was littered with hairs of a lighter amber, almost translucent under the warm glow of the room. Without his order, you willingly dropped to your knees, replacing his hand with your own. An experimental lick on his cockhead had him sighing, followed by a hearty groan when your lips wrapped around his tip. Your expertise was evident in how you took him with no trouble, not one gag with every inch your lips had covered. You nuzzled your nose into the base of his cock, tickled by the curled strands at his pubic bone. 

Gwayne’s hand merely rested on your occiput, finding no need to guide your pace. He simply threw his head back, relishing in the simple heaven brought about by your mouth. The way you were suckling on his tip, tongue circling the head made his stomach tighten. He was being propelled to his end way too soon for his liking, he had much he wanted to do with you. 

Despite his better wishes, he pulled himself away from your mouth. You made your way to lay on the feather mattress by his order, awaiting what he wanted next. For a second too long, Gwayne merely stared down at you and the delectable morsel that awaited him. He was no stranger to whores, though Oldtown’s spare brothels did not house beauty like yours. His hand descended from your collarbone, running through the valley of your breasts. Your mounds were deliciously supple beneath his roughened palm, nipples pert in attention. His touch trailed along the curve of your waist, before cupping your mound. Slick glistened in between his fingers when he pulled them away, ambrosial on his tongue when he dared a taste. 

Wet like a maiden. Delectable like the finest sweets.

The knight knew the regret that would follow if he denied himself a taste. With no further hesitation, he laid his head above the soft, feather mattress, meeting your puzzled gaze. “Ride my face,” he breathed out, urging you on with a hand on your waist. Your surprise blinks made known this was no common request, but the eager glint in your eye proved you had little complaint. Your thighs found their place in between his head, your dripping cunt in perfect view. 

You shifted your weight to sit, and Gwayne was granted a taste. How sweet you were, irresistibly so. He found himself lapping at you like a man starved, as though your cunny held the water that shall fill him with life. His hands held your thighs tight, dimpling the ample flesh in his calloused touch. Above him, you shifted about, grinding your hips back and forth against his face. You seemed to enjoy this, with your mewls and whines. 

“M-my lord…” you moaned, throwing your head back in delight.

“No, my name,” Gwayne panted. It was only then he realized how breathless he had grown to be, mind hazed by the sweet heat of your cunny. “Say my name.”

“Gwayne… feels heavenly,” you whimpered. 

With a lift of your hips, you switched your position to face the span of the room. The man below you had voiced his confusion, but the familiar warmth of your mouth back on his cock had his eyes rolling back. Your plump arse was a pair of warm cushions over his face, and his large palms had spread them wide to reach his tongue deeper into your cunt. The grinding on his face was in rhythm with the bobbing of your head down his length, driving him positively mad. The scriptures’ idea of the heavens may be paradise to any mortal man, but it would not hold the same bliss he was swimming in now. 

You had broken first. Warm, pearly spend gushed out of your slit and directly onto his tongue. You had moaned around his length, before pulling out to lean your head against his thigh with a cry. Erratic hips spasmed above Gwayne, and he thought it a shame he was not spared the sight of your face as you met your end. It was no matter, he had more than enough time with you tonight. You were shifted to lay on your stomach, rutting into you from behind. Your red tresses were soft in his hold, thick hair gathered into his palm. It was an interesting sight, with you like this it almost was like…

No. He couldn’t think that way.

He flipped you over onto your back instead, amber waves framing your face like a pile of autumn leaves on the forest floor. The knight was quick to slip into your walls, giving you barely a second of reprieve before setting an animalistic pace from the start. A chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s echoed off the room’s thin walls, coupled with the wet sound of skin slapping against skin. There was no doubt the Hightower lord had had his time tumbling in the sheets, reducing a seasoned whore like you moaning like a fresh maiden beneath him. His ego swelled tremendously at the thought. Your cunt was one of the best he’s ever had, and the sight of your scrunched face dangling over the edge of the bed as you came again was an image he was sure to envision when he’s back in Oldtown, fisting his cock under his sheets in the dead of night. 

He was close. Gwayne was sure this release would wash him over like the monstrous waves over the Bay during a storm, the kind that made your abdomen cramp from its sheer intensity. With a sure thrust, then another, the knight pulled his cock to stroke it furiously. His seed was spurted in multiple sprays, landing as far as your chin with the pearly spend.

The redhead plopped down beside you, mind lost in the heady daze of the aftermath. You both stared at the mural overhead, some kind of depiction of a man’s tongue buried into a woman’s arse. Huh. Perhaps he could try that with you next time.

He could feel himself sink further into the plush mattress, the exhaustion of their excursion creeping up into the tendrils of his meat. Breathless, he turned to you, noting how you were equally boneless as he.

“How would you like to come to Oldtown?”

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt18

Prison Beak

(Synopsis): After being in the Fortress of Meropide for however long you’ve been in there you get fed up with everything and make a break when the opportunity presented itself

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(Characters): Lyney, Wriothesley, & ???

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, foul language, reader is called a bitch, reader is attacked (typical sagau stuff), badly written fight scene, (if i missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 2.4k

Your hand caressed the book in your other hand. You flipped the page and began reading, though you can’t understand the words it’s still fun to look at the words and try to find patterns in the sentences

You ripped a page out of the book, held it up and set it alight. Your control over pyro has gotten better over the course of god knows how long you’ve been in this room. The small flame mesmerized you, something so small could grow and eat up entire buildings and other large structures.

Besides from the books you asked for you get a lot of letters. Though you can’t read a word in them you think it’s for the best, your mental state is already shit so reading letters from people who are scared and angry at you wouldn’t be great. The letters probably saying how you’re going to face the wrath of the gods or suffer an eternity of torture

You used anemo to starve the flame of oxygen and to disperse the smell of smoke in the room

“You best be careful about your powers so the guards don’t suspect a thing.”

You turned your head to see a woman clad in red with blonde hair and pointed ears standing just by the door of your cell. She looked familiar but you can’t put your finger on it

“Wh-who are you? Are you a therapist that my doppelgänger sent so my mental state could be in tact by the time they kill me?” You chuckled out as you turned away and rest your head against the wall. “Well it’s too late for that, it’s already fucked.”

“I can assure you that I have no affiliation with them nor the fortress.” The woman said still in her spot

“Then who are you and what do you want with me?”

“I go by many names but may call me ‘A’ for now.” The mysterious woman said finally walking into your cell and standing a good distance in front of you. “You will be in good hands soon enough.”

“What are talking about-”

“Hey!” A voice boomed from out your cell, making you turn your head to see a guard walk in with a tray in his hands. “Quiet!”

You instantly turned you head toward where “A” was previously standing only to find the spot empty. In complete confusion you turned towards the guard and pointed at the spot where “A” was

“Didn’t you hear her?” You asked

“All I heard was you yapping! It’s lunch time.” The guard said as he threw your food on the floor. After a moment of silence the guard looked down at you. “What? Aren’t you going to eat up?” You looked at the guard with a scowl on your face. In response to your defiant stare he grabbed your hair and shoved your face into the tray. “You think you’re too good to be eating this like the flithy dog you are!”

After several agonizing seconds the guard released his grip on your hair and left the room. You wiped the food off your face and felt tears running down your face, you don’t know how long you can take it. The mistreatment, the abuse. The guards don’t see you as human! They don’t even give you untensils for your food, they say it’s so that you don’t use them as weapons, but you call bullshit. They expect you to eat it like a dog! They say it’s so that you don’t use them as weapons, also bullshit

“Hey!” You turn your head to see another guard in the doorway of your cell. “It’s time for you to get to work!”

That right another thing they make you do is work at these machines in exchange for food, once 3 guards brought you to the janky ass machine you began to work. You can’t complain though, it’s better than being in that suffocating cell all day. Maybe this “enrichment” is all for your imposter to kill your will on the day of your execution

Just thinking of their face, the first time they laid eyes on you they looked shocked almost scared even. The second time they had this look of wicked glee, like they were happy at what your death will bring them, you, someone who did nothing but tried to live their life and potentially try to find a way home, you who didn’t do anything wrong, who didn’t try to take their position, you who-

You were brought back to reality when you hear the machine make noises that sounded expensive and smoke started to billow out from it.

“You idiot! You broke it!” A guard yelled at you

“I’m sorry, maybe if I kick it then it’ll-” You tried to respond

“Don’t even try!” Another guard yelled out

“Don’t move, we’ll be back!” The third guard shouted as he and the two men left the area to get something, what you don’t know

Normally you would start crying but now you only feel anger and then numbness afterwards. Maybe the situations you’ve been through has seriously fucked with your head way more than you realize. Suddenly you felt something brushed up against your leg

“Meow~”

Looking down you see the most unusual looking cat. A little kitty had a star and teardrop for eyes. It nuzzled its head against your leg, temporarily comforting you and making you forget that you were in a maximum security prison. In its mouth it is holding a playing card, the cat looked like it wanted you to take. So you knelt down and took the card, it was a jack of swords

“Is this for me?” The cat nodded its head. “Do you know the meaning of this card?”

The cat looked at you blankly, or what you think is a blank stare…

Odd

You put the card in your pocket and paid it no mind

“Come here, kitty!” You said as you picked up the little feline. You pressed multiple kisses onto the cat and nuzzled up against your face.

“There you are!” Called out a young voice

You looked up and saw a blond young man wearing a top hat walking towards you

“Is this your kitty?” You asked

“Yes thank you for taking good care of him.” The young man spoke

“Oh wait, your cat had a card in it’s mouth,” You said as you took the jack of swords out of your pocket. “I think this must be yours.”

“You can keep it, you might benefit from keeping a card like that in your possession.”

“Oh okay…” You put the card back in your pocket as the young man walked off

“Anyways, have good day, your Grace.”

Okay you turned back to the machine. Wait. You turned back to where the blond boy was only to see that he was gone and in his place were 4 other prisoners walking up towards you

“This is the imposter everybody’s talking about?” One prisoner sneered

“Hey, just leave me alone…” You turned back to the machine only for you to be harshly turned back towards the prisoners and slammed against the iron wall

“You don’t get to call the shots here, bitch.” Another prisoner said

You saw the same prisoner reel his fist back in preparation to punch you in the face. You raise your arms up to block the attack but it was too late, the prisoner’s fist collided with your face

Tried of all of the abuse you have endured over god knows how long you’ve been in this hellhole, you began to fight back

You kicked your attacker in the groin and when he was on his knees you kicked him square in the jaw

Another prisoner runs up to you trying to throw a punch but you dodge it by ducking and grab onto her leg. You pulled it making her fall and hit her head against the floor

You see a third prisoner taking a part of the machine to use it as a weapon, with each swing of the makeshift weapon you dodged them with expert level of precision that someone with years of combat experience would have

Suddenly you felt something materialize in your dominant hand, without looking or asking questions you charged at the prisoner with the weapon

Readying the weapon to strike you slid down and stabbed them in the Achilles tendon. Your attacker doubled over in pain and the fourth prisoner runs up and tried to tackle you to the ground

Rolling out the way you dodge the prisoner and go back to make the finishing blow, but before you could make contact with his throat you feel two pairs of arms wrap around you

You’re pulled off and as you struggled against the guards one hits you in the face rendering you disoriented. Once you got your bearings you saw where the guards were taking you to, a dimly lit room.

You struggled even more, but it was no use you were thrown into the room and before you could run out the door was slammed in your face

The only sounds in the room were the huffs of you trying to catch your breath, you look down in your dominant hand to see a shiv made entirely out of ice

When the situation finally dawned on you you began to scream at the top of your lungs. Sparks of electro fly all around you. The electro was so intense that the lightbulb that was illuminating the room bursts making glass fall on top of you, it gave you an idea

If the lightbulb bursts when your electro went out of control when this prison must be powered by electricity or at least a good part of it and that these metal walls can contuct it, with that knowledge in mind you put both of your hands on the steel walls and put all of your concentration of pouring every ounce of your energy mainly your anger into overloading the whole prison

You concentrate and soon enough large sparks of electro fly all over the place, eventually going throw the walls and finally short circuiting the main frame

You stopped once you saw your door slowly open, without an further hesitation you run out of solitary confinement

You have no idea where you’re going to but you need to find a way out of here and fast before a guard finds you

Where in the hell are you?

It’s so dark that you can’t see anything, you ignited some pyro in the palm of your hand to get a better view

Unbeknownst to you a guard saw the little flame in your hand that just so helpfully illuminated your features

“The imposter’s escaping!”

Fuck!

In the warden’s office Wriothesley hears the alert and runs out of his office

“Go back to your cells, and I’ll be lenient on you!” Wriothesley yelled out to the prisoners who wandered out of their cells to see what was going on, but it was mainly aimed at you

His warning echoed throughout the administrative area causing you to run despite you wanting to go back to your cell. Your legs kept on like they had a mind of their own and thankfully the path that you were on started to look familiar. Just when things started to go your way several guards start running towards you, many of which had polearms

You picked up the pace, running full speed at the guards. The guards lunged at you and you slid down kicking the guards’ feet from beneath them, they fall to the ground

A guard jumps back up and slashes as you. Expertly moving your body you were able to avoid the attack. Lifting your leg up you kicked the polearm out of the guard’s hands and with the chance presented to you, you punched the guard in the face

Picking up the polearm you began defending yourself against the other guards. You never picked up a weapon and yet you fought with the vigor of someone who fought their entire life. Slowly the guards turn into faceless soldiers, their once black and grey uniforms turning into silver armor. You quickly fell into a rhythm of fighting

An icicle slices your thigh snaps you out of trance

You were kicked in the ribs, making you drop the weapon. The other guards see this chance and punch you in the face. Before they could completely surround and overwhelm you, you use some of Dvalin’s anemo to jump over the guards, and you began running towards the exit

Turning your head you saw the guards running after you with Wriothesley just behind you. You slid to a stop before creation a large wall of ice to stop the guards from coming any further. After the wall of erected you continued running

“We need a pyro vision holder!” Wriothesley yelled out

You reach the elevator and pressed the button only to realize that the power is still out. Fine you have to look for another way out, you turned your head to see a guard melting the thick ice wall. Once the hole was big enough you saw Wriothesley and the guards running through it

Shit

You began running away from the elevator but stopped when a large icicle flew just inches from your face. Looking at where the icicle flew you saw it came from Wriothesley, who was running towards you

Getting your fists ready you used cryo to protect your hands and began to exchange blows with the warden. With your bloody leg you kicked Wriothesley in the ribs. This makes the warden stumble a bit in pain, so seeing your chance you uppercut him making him fall to the ground

You look around to see a ladder to what you hoped lead to the surface. Without asking any questions you started to climb up the ladder with all the adrenaline coursing through your body. Soon enough you reached the top and began to turn the door wheel of the hatch, your movements came to a halt when you heard Wriothesley from down below

“Hey!” He yelled out as he started to climb up the ladder with the other guards in tow

You moved faster than before and opened the hatch, soon you got blinded by the sun. Jumping up onto the grass and felt the little needles on your palms, you can relish in your newfound freedom later you have to get these guards off your tail

You spotted Wriothesley about to exit so you slammed the hatch in his face and sealed it with cryo. You started to run as fast as you could and thankfully you got some distance between you and the hatch because you heard an explosion. Turning your head you saw the hatch door flying and Wriothesley running behind you

“Stop!” Wriothesley yelled at you

You picked up the pace towards the ocean but it seemed that Wriothesley was a lot faster than you anticipated. Wriothesley extended his hand to grab onto you, but you jumped into the water before he could

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[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN SAGGITARIUS

venus in saggitarius is adventurous, always eager to explore and experiment. in relationships, this placement values a partner who isn’t afraid to discover new things with them and is interested in sharing new experiences together.

fred weasley x reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, public sex, anal, masturbation (f receiving), slight restraining, cursing

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it was completely unexpected – but then again, nothing was ever really planned with your boyfriend. you hadn’t been together for that long, but had already managed to claim most places around the castle with heated sexual encounters, ranging from simple makeout sessions to trying out something completely new and uncharted. you had a running joke between the two of you that the only place left unfucked was dumbledore’s office, and even that had a potential to change.

but it turned out that the quidditch stands had also never been used by the two of you as a sex platform, which fred absolutely had to rectify. it was only fitting that you looked especially delicious in that dress you came to watch him practice in, and it did a pretty poor job at hiding the prettiness of your ass. he had to have it.

"freddie, fuck–"

you tried to stifle a moan by biting your lip, but it was pretty much impossible – not when fred’s cock was effortlessly sliding in and out of your tight butt, and one of his hands was at your front, rubbing your aching clit. it was already dusk, so the stadium was empty – technically, no one could see you right now. still, what’s to say that no one would wander into the stands during an evening stroll? patrolling prefects, professors… but the thrill of possibly getting caught, as usual, only added to the excitement.

"what’s wrong, love? cat got your tongue? or something else, perhaps?" fred chuckled hotly into your ear, taking your attempts at staying quiet as a challenge. his hips started snapping even harder to yours, the slapping sounds echoing off the empty stands and through the entire field.

"ba-a-abe…" you moaned out, every syllable broken by another thrust. "we need to… be quiet…" you managed to get out, clutching the back of some bench for dear life, nails digging into the wooden surface.

"yeah? but where’s the fun in that?" fred asked with mock curiosity. of course, there was no fun in that, and he knew you agreed, if the increasing wetness of your pussy was anything to go by. he pressed his fingers firmer to your clit, making your whole body shiver with pleasure. you knew you wouldn’t last long, and fred felt the same, thrusting into your tight little hole deeper and deeper each time.

"oh, i think i heard some footsteps," he taunted just as you were about to cum, and you barely held back as your palm flew to your mouth, covering your sounds. fred wasn’t a fan of that, his free hand grabbing your wrist and pinning it down behind your back.

"come on, honey, no need to be shy," he murmured, his thrusts growing sloppier each passing second. he was barely restraining himself as well, but clearly wanted you to go first. "wanna hear you cum ‘round my cock, alright? come on, love, be a good girl f’me…"

you couldn’t help it – a moan tore from your throat as his fingers started swirling faster and harder on your clit, and you came, shamelessly and loudly, your voice almost thundering in the otherwise quiet stadium. fred groaned and finally released right after, spilling deep inside your ass, his cock throbbing with pleasure.

"fuck, baby, that was…"

"yeah… yeah.”

"so, dumbledore’s office next?”

[nightlyrequiem]

DIGEST

"Just the scattered remnants of a society frozen in its last moments."

Chapter 4. Angel with A Shotgun

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w/c- 2,761

Humanity has fallen, rotting monsters roam about freely, and you were bit. However, when the fever passes, you're alive and whole. For now. Soon the wound begins to fester, and you need to venture outside to get antibiotics or risk succumbing to an infection anyway. Though it turns out the dead aren't the only things you have to worry about.

A/N- I was originally going to have evil infected children attacking Reader and Valeria, but I changed my mind. Maybe they'll come back in future chapters but for now, no evil children

Tags/Warnings: Tags Will Be Updated as Story Progresses, WLW, Dysfunctional Relationship, Gore, Apocalypse/Infection AU, No Use of The Word Zombie, Violence, Gore, Angst, Valeria is a Bad Person, Seizures, Mild-Body Horror, Horror, Thriller

The closet door creaks open quietly and a foot prods your shoulder none too gently.

"Rise and shine." Valeria's rough voice calls out to you. You shut your eyes tight against the splitting headache that's taken up behind your eyes. You shift and wince. You're sore all over from sleeping on the hard floor again. The scent of bleach assaults your nose but you don't move. "I said get up." Valeria says, even less friendly. She reaches down and grabs ahold of your arm, yanking you up.

You slap her hands away and shakily push yourself up.

"Fuck off." You snap. Your voice is rough and scratchy from dehydration. You shove past her into the living room, now aglow with morning sunlight. It seems extra harsh and bright today, your eyes instinctively squinting and aching. Sweat runs down your back, making your shirt stick to your skin.

"Let's go. We've got a long day ahead of us." Valeria calls out to you.

Your bags are still right where you left them on the front step. Valeria leans down and effortlessly slings them over her broad shoulder. While you walk, dirt and gravel crunches loudly from under your feet. Valeria leads you down the empty street. You're missing the car already. Sleeping in the cramped closet on the hard floor has left all your joints aching with every movement. You're hunched and panting, struggling to get enough air into your lungs. It's torturous- your thoughts are interrupted by sudden movement in the field beside you. You turn your head and squint. You thought you saw something small and dark darting between the overgrown yellow grass and foliage. But all you see is the golden stalks gently swaying in the breeze. Even if there is something, it's probably an animal of some kind.

Stray leaves flutter around your legs, nature's promise of the upcoming fall. It's a stark reminder that the world hasn't truly ended. Human beings are not the center of the universe, and the Earth doesn't care if they're here to witness it's seasonal changes or not.

"Hey." 

You look up, noticing that Valeria has trailed way ahead of you and has stopped, noticing the growing distance.

"What are you doing? Hurry your ass up." She demands. You hadn't even noticed that you stopped walking completely. You break into a jog to catch up to her. Valeria shuffles behind you and prods you in the back warningly.  Keeping one hand on your arm.

Valeria inspects the various different cars you pass by. Most are locked, many have no fuel. Though you manage to find a granola bar in the backseat of one. And even though you feel nauseas you wolf it down before Valeria can catch you. While she's rooting through a minivan, something scrapes against the pavement behind you. You whip around, startled. A cloud drifts over the sun and shades the street. Something flies over the chain-link fence beside you and lands on the street stiffly. You jerk back with alarm, looking at the small, gray furry shape and little striped tail. The smell hits you and you gag. You look towards the field. Someone threw a dead, rotting racoon at you.

Yet again you see nothing, but you feel eyes burning your skin like a colony of fire ants.

"Can we go now?" You ask Valeria.

"In a second, I want to check the trunk." She answers.

"No, I mean now. Something's... wrong here." You reply, backing up towards the minivan and not taking your eyes off of the field. That's what you're supposed to do with cougars. Turning your back to them triggers their prey drive. And even though you know it's probably not a cougar, the same logic can probably be applied to whatever it is. Valeria stops and pokes her head out. 

"What happened?" She asks, lowering her voice. You point to the dead racoon. Valeria climbs out and stands beside you. Frowning at it darkly.

"It was thrown over the fence." You tell her. She looks towards the field as well, sharp eyes scanning the tall grass and weeds.

You expect her to dismiss you when she sees nothing but it seems even she's feeling spooked.

"Let's go." She says. Valeria grabs the bags and pushes you forward. When you make it passed the elementary school the feeling of being watched subsides. You come upon a street lined by tall trees offering temporary relief from the sun. It's a quaint little neighborhood. Wirth short stone retaining walls along the lawns and little stone steps leading up to small but charming houses. Painted faded blues and yellows. Some with brick accents.

"This one looks cleaner than the others." Valeria speaks up, veering towards a little yellow beetle. She's right. There's not much dust coating the pale yellow car. It shines proudly in the dappled sunlight like a blonde pearl. You frown at it. Valeria cracks open the passenger side door and looks around for a key.

"It looks a little too clean, no?" You say nervously. "Why would it be so clean? Maybe someone else is using it..." 

Valeria scoffs.

"Look around, Chica muerta viviente, they aren't here now, are they?" She retorts, not looking back at you. She's right. There's no signs of life anywhere. But for all you know, the owner could be inside one of the many houses nearby. Maybe even watching from the window. The engine growls to life loudly. "Aha! Lo sabía." Valeria mutters smugly. You look away from her and almost jump out of your skin at the sight of a person standing at the end of the street. One who wasn't there mere seconds ago. They're incredibly short and you realize it's a child. Your mind instantly flickers back to the little infected girl from the river house.

It's a little too far away for you to discern any facial features properly but you know it's looking at you. 

"Hello?" You call out, concerned. 

"What the hell are doing?" Valeria snaps, jumping out of the car. "Keep your voice down!"

"There's a kid over there." You say. Valeria glowers at you and turns to look where you're pointing, shoulders tightening when she spots the small, lonely figure.

"... Christ. One thing after the other, huh?" She mutters. "Get in the car. I've got it wired." She tries to push you towards the beetle but you stay put.

"We can't just leave it!" You protest, staring at her defiantly. You can see the patience physically draining from her eyes but you continue anyway. "Surely you're not so cruel as to leave a child like that?" 

"I am, actually. I've done a lot worse than leave a child in a dangerous situation." She hisses, grabbing your arm tightly. "And it looks like it's been doing just fine-" Her head snaps back to the child and she stops. You look as well and frown. There's another child now. Still at the end of the street but a little closer now. Half peeking out from between two cars.

Another one slowly climbs on top of a car. Crawling on all fours like an animal. It strikes you that perhaps these aren't human children. But they can't be infected surely. Infected don't come out during the day. You swallow, throat feeling tight. At least, none that you've seen. They're too far away for you to see, but your gut is screaming at you that those aren't children. You glance at Valeria then slowly back away band crawl into the passenger side of the beetle. Shortly joined by Valeria, who promptly closes her door and locks all four of them. You twist around in your seat to watch the little creatures from the back window. Studying their still forms. Valeria puts the car into reverse and pulls away from the curb, then drives off. The children get smaller until they disappear from sight when you turn a corner.

You wipe sweat from your brow and take in the interior of the car. It's neat, with the dashboard being coated in a thin layer of dust. There's a string of pink beads tied to the rearview mirror. They sway with the car's motion and when they hit the two ceramic cherries hanging on the other side of the mirror, they make a 'clink' sound. You have to squint against the blurry movement outside. It's starting to make you dizzy. You're bone wary and decide to just close your eyes for a little bit.

You end up falling asleep. The movement from the car slowing down and stopping stirs you. When you look outside, you see that the buildings have thinned out. Leaving large gaps of fields between them. The sun is now sitting a little below the tree line and the scent of oncoming night is starting to set in. Valeria puts the car into park. You look to your left, seeing a gas pump. Valeria gets out and you yawn weakly. Wanting to go back to sleep but no matter which way you position yourself, you feel cramped and achy.

While Valeria pumps gas, you decide to get out of the car to stretch your legs. You move to quickly though and soon double over, retching onto the pavement. Valeria stays silent, uncaring if you're okay. You spit and wipe your mouth. There's a pleasant breeze in the air and it's a lot less stifling now that the sun is lower in the sky. You wander over to the gas station and peer into the dark interior. A foul smell drifts out towards you, and you wrinkle your nose, disinterested in finding out what it is. You turn back around and shamble back towards Valeria and the beetle.

Valeria's done pumping gas. Now standing in front of the car with one of the maps spread out over the hood of the car. You limp up beside her and peer down at it over her shoulder. She follows one of the many overlapping lines with a pen.

"We'll be in North Dakota by sundown." She says.

"How long will it take to get to Mexico from there?" You ask, scratching your arm.

"A couple days, maybe." She replies, surprising you. "But that's being optimistic. Not counting on any barricades or the car running out of fuel."

"Oh. I thought it would take longer than that." You say, frowning. Mexico. The thought of being so far from home, even when that home isn't the same anymore, fills you with uneasiness. 

But without heat, there's a good chance you won't live through the winter. Even with insulation, coats, and blankets, the bitter chill has a way of getting inside. Still, you're a little nervous about being with Valeria. You're still not sure of her intentions. She says she wants to use you as a shield but somethings just not adding up. You can't help but feel that she has something else planned for you.

"Let's go." 

Valeria doesn't stop. Driving straight through Corinne, Weyburn, and Estevan. When you pass by a sign welcoming you to Bowbells, the sun has set completely. Infected are already out and about. As you drive by, they scream and give chase, but they aren't faster than the beetle. They pour out from buildings and alleyways. Some drag themselves along the ground with a surprising speed.

"Shit." Valeria curses, catching your attention. You perk up, worried.

"What?" You ask. She slows to a stop and you look ahead. The road is blocked by a military barricade. Abandoned tanks left sitting behind them ominously.

You scream when a hand slams against your window. A horribly disfigured face stares at you through the glass, mouth gaping and full of rotted, yellow teeth.

"Oh my god, they're so loud!" You hiss, covering your ears to ineffectively block out the crying and screaming. They quickly surround the car. Slamming into it with their sickly bodies. They crawl over themselves trying to get at the living inside. Your heart slams against your ribs painfully, you're afraid you'll pop a blood vessel from how afraid you feel. Valeria slumps back in her seat and rubs her jaw.

It sounds like thunder the way they're ramming into the car. An orchestra of monsters singing for you. Your head is on a swivel, terrified that they're going to break the glass. Something like popping begins to sound from somewhere outside. A few of the infected immediately turn to the noise and bolt away towards it, but most of them continue to cluster around the living prey they can still see inside the car. The one at your window slams it's hand against the glass and to your horror, a spiderweb like crack instantly spreads. The glass shatters and you scream, jerking back and crowding Valeria.

She curses.

"Get off! I can't get my gun!" She snarls. The infected starts trying to force itself through the opening but as it places a hand on the glass, cutting open it's palm, it's head explodes into a mess of gore and viscera. You shield your face with your arm and feel it spatter onto your shirt and skin. The smell permeates through the car. Something overripe and rotting. Around you the infected begin dying. You watch on bewildered as holes open up in their heads. Is this divine intervention, or something caused by the disease?

The night soon becomes eerily quiet once more. The only sounds being yours and Valeria's ragged breathing. You can feel her hot breath puffing against the back of your neck. Her body behind yours trembling.

"You folks alright in there?" A male voice calls out. Neither you nor Valeria answer. It could be another infected. Gravel crunches as heavy steps make their way towards your window. Valeria pushes you forward and snatches her gun from her waistband, aiming it ahead of you. It doesn't even occur to you to cover your ears. You hiss and shut your eyes when a blinding light flashes inside at you. Hitting you square in the eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" Valeria barks aggressively.

"Well now, that's not very polite." The man chuckles. "I just saved your lives. Now, you're welcome to get out and follow me, I've got a group and we've got a safe place not far from here. Or you can spend the rest of your night in the car with the gaping window and this awful reek. Your call."

With the light still directly on your face, you keep your eyes shut tight. Valeria thinks over her words. And she's probably thinking the same thing that you are. The man is right. It's only a matter of time before the other infected come back. Or for new infected to catch the smell of death and blood and come check it out. And with the window now broken, you're nothing more than sitting ducks.

"Fine." Valeria hisses. Not happy about the situation. "But I'll put a bullet in your head if you try anything." She warns. You feel the warmth leave your face and you crack open your eyes. Watching the man stand up and back away. Valeria pushes you off of her and you slowly open the door, climbing out and immediately stepping onto the squishy corpse of an infected. 

You gag and hop over it onto clear pavement. Valeria joins you and stands tall, not even sparing a single glance towards the corpse ridden ground. Even when you're not looking you can't escape it. The smell is everywhere and so overpowering that your eyes water. You look at the man. He's older, maybe in his forties. With a beard peppered with gray. He smiles and his cheeks puff up like a chipmunks, and a shotgun gripped in his right hand.

"Name's Chuck, nice to meet you." He says, holding out a big hand. Valeria doesn't make any moves to shake it, radiating hostility. Not wanting to offend your armed savior, you quickly reach out and shake it. Introducing yourself and Valeria. He grips your hand uncomfortably tight. "Great. Let's get going then, shall we? It's only a matter of time before the lurkers come sniffing around." He slings the shotgun over his shoulders and easily steps over the bodies. You and Valeria follow more cautiously. You should feel excited about the prospect of more survivors. It should make you feel hopeful, but as you follow behind Chuck, all you feel is a deep pit of nervousness in your gut that makes your arm itch and your bite throb.

[mistydeyes]

Hit the showers with Soap? 👀👀 he’d 100% do something like that! He’d definitely get chewed out by price or ghost lol

YES ANON 100% he is literally such a shithead this was so written for him

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: hit the showers (18+) - a prank ends with you getting your clothes and towel stolen

pairing: Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, mild nudity, sexual depictions

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"Alright I'm gonna hit the showers," you called as you exited the sparring and training room, "put some ice on that Garrick." You turned and smiled as you saw Gaz flipping you off in the corner of your eye. Another successful training session where you kicked Gas's ass and then were absolutely taken out by Ghost. Your body ached as you walked into the locker room. The gym showers were practically empty so you walked to your locker and grabbed a fresh change of clothes and your shower caddy. You placed your clothes on a bench adjacent to the stall and peeled off your issued shirt and threw your shorts to the side. You rolled your sweaty shoulders before turning on the warm water and savoring the sensation. You were accustomed to quick showers or lack thereof on the field but you always took your time when back on base.

As you shampooed your hair and faced the shower head, you could hear the thud of feet entering. You knew it was a public space so you were unbothered by the interruption. "Water's hot today," you called out to the other soldier but they didn't reply. You shrugged as you continued your routine, tying your hair up after you conditioned and using the bar soap to clean your bruised body. Eventually, after 10 minutes, you turned off the shower and cracked the curtain to reach for your towel. As your damp hands felt only the cold tile instead of the fluffy object, you assumed in your haste you might have left it on the bench. However as you exited with a cloud of steam, your eyes fell on the bench with no clothes or towel in sight. "What the fuck?" you said aloud and walked towards your locker leaving a trail of wet footprints. After angrily throwing it open, you found that it was empty. Now you know someone was really fucking with you and you had your suspicions. You angrily grabbed a damp towel from the laundry bin and stormed off to the men's barracks.

Your first arrival was to Soap and Gaz's room. You pounded on the door as you heard Gaz yell that he was coming. The minute he opened the door, you shoved past him and stood with your towel wrapped around your body. "Who the fuck took them?" you yelled as your angry gaze shifted from him and Soap who was leisurely sitting on his bed. "What are you talking about?" Gaz asked as you felt his gaze on you. "Can it, Garrick," you commanded, "where the hell are my things?" Soap couldn't deny how hot you looked at the moment, clad in a small towel, dripping wet, and absolutely fuming. "You fucker," you whispered as you saw your gym clothes haphazardly sticking out underneath his bed. You ran over and bent down to grab them, not caring that your towel slowly dipped as you reached under the bed. As you looked up, you couldn't help but notice something new growing in his shorts. Now, you were extra pissed. You then proceeded to hold your clothes in one arm and smack Soap with the other. As he yelped in pain, two more individuals joined to see what the commotion was about.

"What's going on here?" you heard Price shout as you stopped your attack. You turned around as you held your towel around your figure tighter. "Mactavish thought it was a brilliant idea to take my shit while I was in the shower," you fumed as you could feel his eyes stare at your ass. You took the opportunity to turn around quickly and plant a slap on his cheek. There was an audible groan following that. "You and me, tomorrow, in the ring," you spat before you walked towards the door. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take another shower," you said politely and walked past the staring eyes of your team.

As you walked down the hallway, you could hear the lashing the Sergeant was getting. First, it was Price reprimanding him for sneaking into the female quarters and stealing your clothes. Then it was Ghost who yelled about the fact you had to walk through the halls in a dirty towel. In between the loud voices, you could hear Gaz laugh and reply. You couldn't help but smile when he said, "She should've slapped you harder after that."

[leeknowlover99]

Enhypen MTL to enjoy public sex

warnings: explicit content

masterlist

Heesung

it is not even the fact that Heesung would be into public sex or exhibisionism but he would always be horny and needy so it would be bound to happen anyways.

you visited Heesung in the company as you had plans after his practice. you were going for the fancy dinner and you wore your favorite red short dress which happened to be Hee’s favorite too. “fuck i just can’t wait” he said pushing you to an empty practice room. “why you gotta come here in that short dress looking so gorgeous” he muttered while reaching for your panties and connecting your lips in a rushed filthy kiss. “needy are we?” you tsked at him while palming his erection and looking at him eyes full of lust. “i could cum just by looking at you” he said. Hee swiftly turned you around so you faced the wall and dropped on his knees to kiss your thighs and lick your dripping arousal. moan escaped your lips. “be quite baby” he slapped your clothes core and continued.

Jake

I think he would be down if he was in a mood, thrill of possibility of getting caught and change from routine would turn him on a lot.

you and Jake were at the club with your friends. you hit the dance floor and slower more sensual songs played. alcohol buzzing in your body, you swayed your hips and looked at your boyfriend and pointed at him with your finger, inviting him to dance with you. he quickly hugged you from behind and slowly moved his hips against you. his hands exploring your body lazily. you grinded your ass slowly feeling him grow hard. you felt his warm hand gently grab you by jaw and turn your head to connect your lips. he kissed you hard and wet and you instantly knew he’s very much in the mood. you bit his lip teasingly and chased his tongue moaning in his lips. “bathroom now?” he asked you right after with the devilish grin on his face. you followed him instantly.

Sunghoon

he would not be opposed to it but it wouldn’t happen often, only when he would be in a specific mood.

it was a hot summer day and you and Sunghoon went for a bike trip. soon you got tired and decided to stop and rest on the small field. you planted down a blanket and lied down together. “babe your dress is riding up” your boyfriend noticed after a while and tried to pull the material down. “but no one is here and i want to get some tan” you protested and pulled the dress even higher, almost exposing your panties to him. Sunghoon rose his brow at you but did not say anything. however you noticed he became a bit tense, fingers caressing your waist and hips. “are you okay?” you asked and instead of answering he leaned down and kissed you. it was slow and shy at first but when you pulled him on top of you and kissed him harder he became more needy. kissing down your neck his hands started playing with your breast’s. “do you want to get tanned here too?” he asked teasingly pulling down your dress. “I can help with that.”

Jay

Jay would be against it to the extent where he would get mad at you if you tried to start something or tease him in public. usually he would either turn you down or take you home to have his way with you but sometimes he just snapped.

“can’t you just wait until we’re home?” Jay asked clearly mad at you when you left the company building. in the morning you send him nudes and now you teased him during practice and he was not having it. “i just miss you, it’s been so long” you whined on your way to the car. “it doesn’t mean you can do things like that in front of everyone” he wouldn’t even look at you. you reached the car and he went for the drivers seat not even opening the door for you like he always used to do. you pulled him by his arm and when he finally faced you with annoyed expression you pushed him against the car and connected your lips. you kissed him like the women possessed and whispered things in his ear “need you so bad. wanna suck your dick, want you to push my head and make me choke until I cry.” he groaned gripping you ass hard enough to leave bruises. “backseat now. and be fucking quiet.”

[steamtrain52]

No Ordinary Boy - Chapter Five

Their little group went into the woods, where they laid down empty cans on top of a fallen tree.

  “All right, guys. Now that we’ve narrowed the field, here’s how this is gonna go down. One final round for all of the marbles”, Ben said. “You got five targets, five shots each. Mari, can you start us off?”

  “Um, just a thought?” Laura Lee asked. “Shouldn’t we be… saving bullets, you know?”

  “Uh…” Ben hesitated. “Yeah, in theory, but lucky for us, the nutjob who lived here before was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse. Mari, go ahead.”

  Mari was the only one other than Tommy, Travis and Natalie to have passed the Penny Test, but she missed the first shot.

  “The cans! You’re – you’re aiming for the cans”, Travis called out.

  “Shut up!” Mari said, clearly upset.

  “Do you like being this way?” Natalie asked Travis.

  Travis looked like he was going to say something back at her, but Tommy was standing next to Natalie, and gave Travis a look that promised the younger boy pain if he kept talking.

  As Travis looked away, Mari missed again.

  “Mari”, Tommy called out, walking over and crouching next to her. “It’s alright. Just remember to breathe, okay? Breathe. Squeeze. Kill. Breathe. Squeeze. Kill.”

  Mari began to breathe a bit more easily, and Tommy stood back besides Natalie.

  Mari fired. BANG! She fired again. BANG! She fired her last round. BANG! 

  Three cans toppled over, and everybody clapped, except Travis. 

  “Three out of five. Good job, Mari”, Ben called out, as Mari handed the rifle to Tommy with a dazzling smile. Ignoring the raised eyebrow Natalie was giving him, Tommy reloaded the Marlin with five more rounds, then gave it to Travis.

  Mari might be a good hunting partner if Natalie didn’t beat her, but Tommy didn’t know what he was going to do about Travis. Hunting as part of a team didn’t mean anything if you weren’t a team player, and since the crash, Tommy hadn’t seen much evidence that Travis was anything of the sort.

  Travis fired, and the first can fell. Then the second. Then the third. Then the fourth.

  Shit…

  Then, perhaps getting overconfident, Travis fired the final round, but the last can stayed where it was.

  “So close, Flex”, Natalie called out.

  Travis whipped around. “Don’t FUCKING call me that!” He yelled… as he pointed the rifle at Natalie.

  Tommy saw red, charging towards Travis with lightning speed and grabbing the barrel of the rifle, smacking it into Travis’s nose. As the other boy reeled back, Tommy took control of the rifle and pointed it in the air.

  “First of all,” he said, pulling the trigger, which did nothing. “This rifle doesn’t work if you pull the trigger without chambering the next round.”

  Tommy chambered the rifle, and the cartridge from the last round fell on the forest floor. He kept the rifle pointing upwards.

  “Second”, he said, pulling the trigger again, hearing the empty-sounding click. “You might have forgotten this when you were throwing your little tantrum, but you fired five times, and I loaded five rounds. Not like you were gonna do much damage anyway.”

  “Third”, he said, his voice growing louder, “and this goes for all of you” he added, sweeping his eyes over the group, “if any of you ever point this weapon at any of us again, I will not allow you to so much as breathe on it, let alone use it again, is that clear?”

  Everyone nodded.

  “Good. I know my brother already said this earlier, but this is not a toy, people.”

  Tommy looked back at Travis, who still glowered at him, defiantly. “Try to remember that.”

  Travis quietly stepped back in line, and Tommy loaded another five rounds before handing the rifle to Natalie.

  “You got this”, he whispered, and Natalie nodded.

  Please, for the love of God, let her have this. 

  BANG! The first can fell. Then the second. Then the third. Then the fourth…

  Please, please, please…

  BANG! The last can fell, and Tommy cheered louder than anybody else as Natalie smiled at him.

  “All right! Looks like we’ve found my new hunting partner!” He called out, and Natalie laughed. “And, just for fun…” he looked at Ben enquiringly, and his brother nodded.

  The cans were re-stacked, and Tommy took his turn. All five cans fell down like ninepins when he fired, and Natalie gave him a kiss before they walked back to the cabin with the group, holding hands the whole way. They gathered more ammunition, while Natalie and Tommy both pocketed one of the many hunting knives the group had found in the cabin.

  After more than a decade of misuse, the knives were found to be hopelessly dull when they were discovered, and Tommy and Ben had been up late the previous night re-sharpening every one of the blades, until both of them were confident that they were fit for the task ahead.

  Just as Tommy and Natalie were about to set off, Ben called Tommy over. 

  “What is it?”

  Ben hesitated. “I’ve made a decision… and I think you should take Travis along with you as well.”

  “What?!”

  “He’s a good shot. You saw it yourself.”

  “Yeah, I did. And you and I both know that doesn’t mean jackshit on a team hunt if you aren’t a team player-”

  “Then show him how to be one”, Ben said. “Because we also both know that Natalie can’t carry you back by herself if you get injured.”

  Fucksake…

  Tommy was fuming as he walked over to Natalie to inform her of the bad news.

000000000000000000000000

  Natalie was upset. She tried not to show it, but she was. She’d been so thrilled at the prospect of finally spending some alone time with Tommy, even if it was for the serious business of hunting so they wouldn’t starve. And now, horror of horrors, not only would they not be alone, they would be joined by Travis, of all people, who had already made it clear that he didn’t like either of them.

  “All right, guys”, Coach Scott said, handing the rifle over to Tommy. “While you’re out there, Tommy is in charge. Do as he tells you, and we might get something to eat tonight besides cattails.”

  He paused. “The truth is… we might be out here for a little longer than we expected. So the rest of us are relying on you three, which means you need to rely on each other. You understand?”

  “Yep”, Tommy said.

  “Yeah”, Natalie said quietly.

  Travis didn’t say anything. He just took off, marching determinedly along the track.

  “Make him a team player”, Coach Scott said to Tommy.

  “I’ll try”, Tommy replied, as he and Natalie tried to catch up with Travis.

  Travis didn’t make it easy, though. He was already bounding up the hill, and he made no sign of slowing down.

  “Travis, wait up!” Natalie said.

  “Slow down!” Tommy called out after him. “We need to be looking for tracks, for antler marks on the trees, for- you’re not even listening to me, are you?”

  “What?” Travis called out, but Natalie knew he had said it just to spite Tommy.

  “You do realise that by charging ahead, you’re scaring all the game away?” Tommy asked him.

  Travis didn’t answer.

  “Travis!” Natalie called out.

  “Look, you can follow me or not, don’t slow me down”, Travis said to them, before determinedly moving ahead.

  “Jesus Christ”, Natalie said, as she and Tommy came to a stop. “What do you want to do?” She asked her boyfriend.

  “Part of me wants to let him go and hunt by ourselves. Thinking there’ll be a lot less conflict.”

  “Hard to argue with that”, Natalie replied. “What’s the other part of you want to do?”

  Tommy watched Travis slowly getting smaller in the distance.

  He growled with frustration, then said “the other part… wants to do what my brother told me to do.”

  He moved in Travis’s direction, and Natalie followed.

  After about an hour of tailing Travis, Tommy turned to Natalie.

  “I think we’re heading back to the crash site. This… this route feels familiar.”

  Does it? Natalie trusted Tommy’s judgement, but why on earth were they going back?

  After some more walking, Tommy’s thoughts proved correct, as they came across the wreckage of Flight 2525.

  “Are you fucking serious?” Natalie growled. “You brought us here?”

  “Looks that way.”

  “Why?”

  “Doesn’t concern you.”

  “Doesn’t concern us?!” Tommy yelled at him. “We just wasted…” he checked his watch. “An hour and a half. An hour and a half! You do realise we’re not getting that daylight back, right?”

  As Travis continued poking around the wreckage, ignoring Tommy’s words, Tommy only seemed to become angrier, and Natalie didn’t blame him. She was pissed at Travis too.

  “We could have easily hunted something by now!” Tommy kept yelling. “We could have already brought it back- we might even be making dinner right now if you hadn’t decided to throw yet another tantrum and go off on your own- which is basically all you’ve been doing, I might add, since we landed here!”

  Natalie chimed in. “Tommy’s right, Travis. We know that you’re messed up right now, but it doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick all the time. We’re supposed to be a team!”

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  “Yeah, right, a team, hm?” Travis mocked Natalie.

  “YES!” Tommy roared at him. “You know what my brother told me to do with you? He told me to show you how to be a team player. Wanna know why? Because that’s! HOW! WE! SURVIVE!”

  He took a breath, and moved closer to Travis. “Weren’t you listening, back at the cabin? Everyone there is counting on us to bring them something to eat so they don’t go hungry tonight. What about that do you not understand? Why the hell would you waste our time coming back here?!”

  “It’s not! Your! Concern!” Travis yelled at him.

  Something in Tommy’s brain snapped. He swung so fast at Travis the other boy didn’t have time to move, and Tommy’s fist connected in a perfect boxer’s punch with his jaw, knocking Travis on to the ground.

  Tommy heard Natalie gasp behind him. Shit. As Travis lay in the dirt, moving around feebly, Tommy knew he’d gone too far.

  “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

  “Yes, you did.” Travis spat blood on to the ground. “You know, my dad thought the sun shone out your ass, but I always knew you were a prick.”

  Tommy frowned. “What? What are you talking about?”

  “In the last year,” Travis snarled, “whenever I did something my dad didn’t like, do you know what his go-to question was? Whenever I flunked a test, or, God forbid, wanted to sleep in on the weekend?”

  He spat out more blood. “Why can’t you be more like Tommy Scott?”

  Oh, God, Tommy thought.

  Travis was nowhere near done talking, and as he rose to his feet, he directed the full force of his outburst at Tommy.

  “Tommy Scott gets up early every Saturday to watch the games. Tommy Scott lifeguards at the pool every Sunday. Tommy Scott gets straight A’s. Tommy Scott goes hunting with his family, while you sit in your room and listen to music. Tommy Scott wants to serve his country like his dad did when he leaves school, Travis. Why don’t you want to do anything like that?!”  

  Travis hacked up bloody phlegm, and spat it into the ground, right at Tommy’s feet. He was breathing hard, now, but Tommy finally understood.

  “That’s why you didn’t want me to carry his body.”

  “Oh, he finally gets it! It’s a miracle!” Travis said, throwing his hands into the air. “You were the son he always wanted, and who did he get instead?”

  His face crumpled. “Me.” 

  Travis burst into tears, his body shaking with sobs as he bent over, his hands on his knees. Tommy was at a loss as to what he should do, and he turned to Natalie, who immediately pointed at Travis.

  Help him, she mouthed.

  What? Tommy mouthed back. He'll hit me!

  Natalie cocked her head, with an expression on her face that bore an uncanny resemblance to the one Tommy’s mother always wore when something wasn’t up for discussion.

  Fine, Tommy mouthed.

  He tentatively stepped towards Travis, and tried to place a hand on his shoulder.

  “Look, Travis-”

  “Get off of me!” Travis pushed Tommy back, and to the latter’s surprise, headed straight for his father’s makeshift grave, holding a piece of debris.

  He started to dig. “Do you guys even know why people call me Flex?”

  “No”, Tommy replied softly. Natalie shook her head.

  Tommy decided not to say anything else, as Travis seemed like he wanted to keep venting, but he was confused by Travis’s actions. Why would he dig up his own father?

  Travis kept talking, and digging. “In seventh grade, I had surgery on my back. Spinal fusion or something, I don’t know. It sucked. When I got back to school, Bobby Farleigh saw my scar in the locker room. He told everybody that I had to get one of my ribs removed, so that I could be flexible enough to, you know…”

  He paused. “Suck my own dick.”

  Tommy swallowed. Under ordinary circumstances, this would have made him burst into fits of hysterical laughter, and he struggled to keep the smile off his face as he saw Travis’s pained expression.

  “Okay”, he said, trying to remain calm. “I’m sorry that happened to you, but… would you mind telling us why you’re digging up your dad?”

  “He’s what?!” Natalie shrieked. “Oh my God, you fucking psycho!” She screamed at Travis, running over.

  “Look, there’s a ring, okay?!” He yelled back, and Natalie stopped next to Tommy. “I didn’t think about it before when we, you know, buried him, but it was my great-grandfather’s.”

  “Okay”, Tommy said, as softly as he could. “Do you want help? We’ll go faster.”

  “You wanna help him?” Natalie asked Tommy, a shocked expression on her face.

  “The sooner we get this ring, the sooner we can go back to hunting”, Tommy reasoned.

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  This is so gross, Natalie thought, watching as the boys dug.

  “Okay, I think these are his fingers”, Tommy said. “Do you want to…”

  Travis looked down into the hole, reaching his hand in… then turned around and puked on the ground behind him.

  “God. Oh, God. Oh, God, I can’t… fuck. I can’t.”

  “So don’t”, Natalie said to him. She was struggling not to cry. Why were they digging up a grave? Why did Travis have to be so stubborn? Why couldn’t she and Tommy have gone off by themselves?

�� “I can’t.”

  “Jesus. It’s just a ring. Let it go.”

  “I can’t!” Travis yelled. “You don’t fucking get it; I have to bring something back. I have to.”

  Then Natalie understood. “For Javi.” Travis wanted to give to ring to his brother. He wanted to try and make peace with him.

  Tommy’s face twisted at Natalie’s words, and she saw the look of resolve develop in his eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll get the ring”, he said. “Which hand’s it on?”

  “Um… uh…” Travis stammered. “Right.”

  “Ok. Nat, could you take Travis away from here? The ring might be… hard to get off.”

  Natalie heard what Tommy was saying beneath his words, and she knew Travis had as well, as she silently led him away. She knew Tommy was trying to be quiet, for Travis’s sake, but they both heard a snap coming from the grave like a broken twig, and Travis flinched.

  As Tommy filled the grave back in, it started to drizzle lightly, so they all headed over to the cabin of the plane to get out of it. Travis turned the ring over in his fingers, as Natalie lit up a marijuana cigarette to try and calm her nerves, while Tommy sat between them.

  “So”, Natalie said, to break the awkward silence. “Can you suck your own dick?”

  Travis looked up at her. “I wish”, he said, and they all burst out laughing. Travis turned to Tommy.

  “Thanks, you know, for…”

  “All good”, Tommy said. “Can I get a hit of…” he motioned towards Natalie’s cigarette.

  “Seriously? Golden Boy likes getting high?” Travis asked.

  “First of all: shit nickname”, Tommy said. “Second…” he took a long drag, then handed the joint back to Natalie. “Sometimes you just gotta take the edge off.”

  He didn’t even cough. He’s come so far, Natalie thought. She was almost proud.

  “You wanna try?” Natalie said, offering the joint to Travis, who took it. He seemed to hesitate, before leaning his head back against the wall of the cockpit.

  “He was such a shit dad”, he said, suddenly. “He didn’t even like me.” He took a drag, with what looked almost like a smile on his face.

  Natalie thought back to the day her father had died. “It doesn’t matter how shitty they are”, she murmured. “It still fucks you up when they’re gone.”

  Tommy winced. She knew that he wanted to comfort her, but she was grateful that he held off, at least for now.

  She hadn't known what to think when Travis had told them about Bobby Farleigh giving him the surname "Flex"... because Bobby Farleigh just so happened to have been the second guy she had ever slept with, and the last one before Tommy. She wasn't sure how Travis would feel if he found out about that. 

  In fact, Natalie realised with a jolt, even Tommy didn't know. In the early days of their relationship, she'd asked him how many girls he'd been with before, and when Tommy had shyly confessed that he hadn't been with anyone before her, she had told him she'd only been with two guys before him, which was the truth... but she had never given him their names. She'd never seen it as important, and being the sweet, non-intrusive boy he was, Tommy had never asked. 

  Not matter what had happened in the past, or might happen in the future, Natalie counted herself extremely lucky for her relationship with Tommy. She could only hope they might end up living the life together that her own parents had never known. But with Travis's confession, she knew, deep down, that she would have to tell Tommy sooner or later about Bobby Farleigh. Would he be judgemental about it? Natalie didn't think so. But did she feel nervous about telling him? Of course she did.

  Eventually, the drizzle stopped, and they started to head back to the cabin, though this time they moved much slower, as they started sweeping the ground and the bark of the trees with their eyes, looking for any sign of recent movement. Fortunately, Travis was soon able to spot something, and Tommy hurried over.

  “Alright”, he whispered, crouching down, as he motioned the others to do the same.

  “I think we’ve got a young deer here. See how the tracks are overlapping with each other? The rear tracks of the more mature deer usually fall behind the front ones.”

  Tommy paused. “Judging by the size, I would say this is a young doe. No guarantees, of course, but I believe I’m correct. Let’s find out, shall we?”

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  To say that Tommy was laser-focused would have been a severe understatement. He finally felt back in his element, and he swept the ground, looking to see where the game was going. Eventually he spotted the doe up ahead, and he motioned for the others to crouch down again.

  Tommy force himself to breathe, as he aimed for the deer’s heart, cocked the hammer, exhaled, and fired.

  BANG!

  The doe twisted, and spun around, trying to get away, but its legs were already shaky. Tommy was relieved to see the deer quickly totter over and then fall to the ground.

  Thank God. He’d gotten it.

  Crouching back down, he whispered to the others.

  “Okay. Now comes the tricky part.”

  “The tricky part?” Natalie asked.

  “If we walk straight up to the deer, there’s a good chance it’ll get an adrenaline rush and run away, potentially very far indeed. We got lucky here; usually when a hunter shoots a dear, they’re still able to make a rush for it before they collapse. As it is… it’s best to wait half an hour. At least.”

  The minutes ticked slowly by, and Travis turned to Tommy.

  “So, was your dad really in the Army?”

  “Yep. 101st Airborne. He joined straight out of high school, then served from ’62 to ‘92. He was involved in… pretty much everything from Vietnam to the Gulf War.”

  Travis looked impressed. “And he still found time to teach you hunting?”

  “He did, yeah. Both me and Ben, since we were old enough to walk, more or less. I never really thought about it, but… he and my mom have always held Ben and me to a high standard. I guess… I guess that’s why I do what I do back home. Never really knew any different.”

  Travis seemed to consider what Tommy had said, and silence fell, until eventually Natalie spoke up.

  “My Dad was in Vietnam, too”, she said, quietly.

  “Really?” Travis asked. Natalie nodded.

  “1st Infantry Division. He always called it ‘The Big Red One’, ‘cause their insignia is… well…”

  “A big red number one?” Travis guessed. Natalie shrugged.

  “He was only in for four years, though.”

  “That’s okay. My dad always says ‘if they served, they served’” Tommy responded. “I went to ask him about joining after school like he did, but he said I should go to college before I even think about it, get some life experience. He told me he doesn’t regret his service, but if he could do it over, he would’ve gone to college first.”

  Travis nodded. “Makes sense, I guess.”

  They fell silent again, and Tommy checked his watch.

  “That’s half an hour. I’ll go and check, then call you over.”

  Walking over to the deer, Tommy chambered another round, then softly touched the doe’s eye with the muzzle, just in case.

  Nothing. Dead as a doornail.

  “Okay. It’s dead.”

  The other two came over. “Do we need a long stick, or something, to carry it with?” Travis asked.

  Tommy looked up at the sky. “No, we need to hurry back. Not a lot of daylight left.”

  Like all his family, Tommy preferred to field dress his kills, especially in the summer, but time was running out. They still were in very unfamiliar territory, and they needed to get back to the cabin as soon as possible before the sun went down.

  He held the rifle out to Travis. “Could you carry this back, please? I’ll carry dinner.”

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  Natalie couldn’t help but be impressed by Tommy’s strength as he seemingly effortlessly carried the doe on his back, easily keeping pace with her and Travis. If anything, he was starting to outdistance them. Natalie sped up her walk.

  “Do you want to swap out?” Travis asked Tommy. Natalie was surprised. Only about two hours ago, they had come to blows, and now Travis was offering to do the heavy lifting.

  “Uh… no, that’s okay. You can carry tomorrow’s, if you want, but right now we just need to get this back so I can start cleaning it.”

  “Cleaning it?” Travis asked.

  “Skinning and gutting it”, Tommy clarified. “I’ll show you guys how to do it tonight, then you’ll start to help me tomorrow… then before you know it, you’ll be doing it yourself.”

  They trudged on, determinedly, before finally reaching the cabin.

  “Who’s hungry?” Tommy called out, as they received claps and cheers from the others.

  “Nice”, Coach Scott grinned. “We got it all set up for you to clean it”, he added, pointing towards a wooden table, with buckets on the ground around them.

 “Great. Follow me, guys”, Tommy said, hurrying over to the table, as Natalie and Travis walked behind him.

  For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Natalie couldn’t help but admire her boyfriend’s hunting skills as he cleaned the deer. He worked quickly, but smoothly as well, slicing the deer’s throat to bleed it, then pressing down on the chest to speed the process along.

  Tommy then changed his mind about working alone, using Natalie and Travis’s help to gut the animal, removing the organs and placing them in the buckets. It was disgusting, but Natalie knew she had to suck it up if she wanted to stay a hunter within the group. It hadn’t been an easy day, but it had been an extremely satisfying one.

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  For the first time since the plane crash, Tommy and the others had a decent dinner. The deer was a bit gamey for Tommy’s taste, but it would do for tonight.

  Tomorrow we’ll have to head out earlier. Maybe if we hurry, we’ll be able to make more than one trip.

  As Tommy made some additional slices to the now-cooked deer, Ben hobbled over on his crutch.

  “You did good today”, he said warmly.

  “Thanks. So did you.” The cooked cattails had gone down surprisingly well with the Yellowjackets, but Tommy supposed they weren’t really going to complain at the prospect of food.

  “We should go out earlier tomorrow. Obviously, I didn’t field-dress it; I was thinking we didn’t have enough daylight left, but now-”

  “Hey”, Ben interrupted gently. “It’s okay. When you’re in charge of things, you live and learn.”

  He gazed over at Travis. “How was he?”

  Tommy’s eyes flicked over to the older Martinez boy, who was sitting next to Javi. He gave Tommy a nod, and Tommy gave him one back.

  “Started off a bit rocky, but… I think he’s starting to come around.”

  “Good. I think he’s got potential. Natalie too.”

  “I agree”, Tommy said, as he finished slicing the meat. “Okay, guys”, he called out, “who wants seconds?”

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  Tommy sat down next to Natalie on the log they were using as a makeshift seat.

  “Tomorrow we’re gonna head out early, give ourselves the full day. With our next deer, I’m gonna show you guys how to field-dress a kill. It’ll help in the long run; there’s less chance of a bacterial infection, especially in the summer.”

  “Okay”, Natalie whispered. She gently kissed him on the cheek, then laid her head on his shoulder, looking into the fire.

  “I love you”, she murmured.

  “I love you too.”

  Then as Coach Scott passed by them, once more using his branch to hobble along, Misty walked by him, her foot connecting with the improvised crutch and causing the coach to fall to the ground.

  What the hell?

  “Are you okay?” Misty asked. “You need to be more careful.”

  She bent over the coach. “Here, let me help you.”

  “I got it”, Tommy said, quickly walking over to help his brother, and Coach Scott leaned on Tommy as he struggled to stand upright. Misty was looking at Tommy with barely-contained rage on her face, and as Tommy locked eyes with Natalie, she knew he had seen what she had seen; Misty had tripped Coach Scott on purpose.

  Eventually, they all turned in for the night, but as Natalie settled down next to Tommy, closing her eyes, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen Misty do, and how she had been acting with Coach Scott ever since the plane had crashed.

  What the hell was the Yellowjackets’ equipment manager playing at?

[nameless-jamie]

Hiyaaa Again!

First of all, tysm for your reassurance that staying on anon is fine ♥️♥️ ik that probably doesn't mean much to most but to my shy self it does, like, 100x :)

What I was thinking is, like, Jamie with a Y/N who's polyamory? I just keep thinking about how Jamie would react to his love being more open in relationships... especially if the other person Y/N likes was on the team (cough, Dani Rojas, cough)

You can do headcannons or a full fic or whatever you please, and there's no pressure at all to do this if you don't know how to write poly/aren't comfortable with writing poly! Never forget tho, I Love Love Love your work either way ❤️

Love, the anon who'll probably never stop being anonymous :)

Three's A Crowd

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this, it was harder than expected. I had to do A LOT of research on polyamory and poly smut. Most of the time I had problems describing what was happening to who at the same time. I noticed that I'm pretty bad at writing smut....

I hope you guys still enjoy it! Not my best writing I'm so sorry. But I'm thankful for the challenge and the request!!!!

I marked where the smut starts so you guys can skip if you don't wanna read it!

TW: SMUT, polyamorous relationship, M/M/F, cursing, Minors DNI

Jamie Tartt was used to being the center of attention—on and off the pitch—but nothing had ever made him feel more out of place than the moment he saw Dani Rojas kiss his long-time crush Y/N.

Jamie's crush started innocently enough. Y/N and him had always shared a comfortable, playful camaraderie ever since she became the team’s physio. She had a no-nonsense approach to her job, which Jamie had learned to respect, even if he liked to tease her a little. But over time, something deeper had started to grow between them. A quiet tension, a lingering look here, a subtle brush of hands there. They even shared a small kiss after a specifically tense match. Jamie realized he’d developed feelings for her, but he hadn’t been able to admit it—not even to himself.

Then Dani came into the picture.

Dani had always been the happy, energetic force that lightened up any room, and he and Y/N quickly became friends. He had to spend a lot of time with Y/N because of his recurring leg injury. But lately, Jamie couldn’t ignore the way Dani seemed to be lingering around her even more, outside the physio room. The way he would touch her arm casually, laugh with her more than usual. It gnawed at Jamie—something about it didn’t sit right.

It was one evening after training when it all came to a head. Jamie had stayed behind to work on his shots, his mind buzzing with the mess of feelings he’d been trying to suppress. He’d expected to find Y/N still in the physio room, but instead, he saw Dani and her standing by the field, close to the fence, talking. Their laughter echoed in the crisp air.

Jamie froze as he watched Dani lean in, and before Jamie could blink, Dani’s lips brushed against Y/N’s in an intimate, almost shy kiss. The world around Jamie seemed to slow, the noises of the empty stadium dimming in the background.

His heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a flush creep up his neck. His first reaction to something like this would usually be jealousy. This time, it wasn't.

What surprised him even more was the way his body reacted. He didn’t feel angry as he might’ve expected—he didn’t feel jealous, either. Something about the way Dani kissed Y/N was different, it felt different to Jamie. Their kiss wasn’t just a peck—it was intimate, real, a connection that Jamie had never witnessed and if he had to be honest, he enjoyed seeing them together. He wanted to be with them, feel this moment with them. The shock of this new feeling left him breathless. There was a strange pull, a realization that this wasn’t just a random kiss he witnessed. He had to clear his head, something was definitely wrong with him, he should be fucking furious.

But seeing Dani and Y/N together in that way, seeing how they fit, how natural it seemed—it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. He couldn't deny that he wanted to be a part of that. He wanted to experience that connection with her, too.

The next day, Jamie couldn’t get the image of the kiss out of his head. During training, his mind was elsewhere, his focus off. Dani seemed to notice.

“You okay, Jamie?” Dani asked with a smile that was always too warm, too inviting.

“Yeah,” Jamie muttered, forcing a grin. “Just... thinkin’.”

Dani gave him a knowing look, clearly reading the situation. “It’s about Y/N, huh?”

Jamie’s chest tightened. “Yeah... it is.”

That evening, when Jamie found Y/N alone in the physio room, he didn’t waste time. He had to know where they stood, where he stood. They've flirted a bunch since he came back to Richmond and he thought there was something more because of the kiss they shared. Now she's kissed Dani too, and Jamie just had to know if his chances are completely gone now.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

"Jamie! Yeah, sure," She turned from her bag, raising an eyebrow. “About what?”

“About... about you and Dani,” he said, voice tense. “I saw you two kiss yesterday.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t seem surprised. “I see,” she said softly, taking a deep breath. “Jamie, I... I didn’t want you to find out like that.”

He swallowed, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “You and him, it looks... it looks like it means somethin'. Are you two—?”

“We are,” she said, her voice steady but kind. “I didn’t want to hide it from you, Jamie. Dani's and my relationship is...different. You know...I care about both of you, in different ways. I just want you to know that I never wanted to lead you on in any way.”

"Was your flirting honest? The kiss? Or was it just..."

Y/N sighed. "Jamie. It was honest, very honest. I think you are very attractive and I like you a lot, more than a friend, to be quiet frank."

Jamie backed off a little. "I—uh, I like you too, Y/N. Had a crush on you since forever, but I don't want to overstep, with Dani and everything. With your relationship an' all that."

"Dani and I," she was hesitant, looking for reassurance in his eyes. "Our relationship is not of the conservative type, it's not monogamous. Dani and I realized that we don't feel comfortable that way. We decided that we can both love other people, be with other people, or be together with other people, do you understand?"

"You guys have an open relationship?!"

"We have a polyamorous relationship. We love more than one person, have more than one partner...our love isn't limited to just us. Dani has been in many poly relationships and when I told him I have feelings for you and him, he told me that it is okay and that I should see where it leads us."

Jamie took a moment to process, the tension between them thickening. He wasn’t sure where to go from here, but there was something in the way she said it—something open, honest, and so damn real—that made him feel a shift inside himself.

“Wow that is...” he stuttered, looking away for a moment. “I— Fuck how do I say it and not sound weird. I watched you two kiss the other day. And it made me feel...some type of way. I liked it. No, I reaaaally fucking liked it if you know what I mean, like sexually. I wanted to be—”

She stepped closer, her eyes soft but serious. “Part of it?"

Jamie felt a lump form in his throat. The jealousy, the confusion—it was all still there. But now, it was mixed with something else. Maybe it was the trust he had in her, maybe it was seeing Dani’s open affection for her, but whatever it was, it made him realize that the love they all shared didn’t have to be a competition.

"Fuck, I wanna kiss you, but I think I want him to kiss you too. I feel like a weird idiot"

"Jamie, first of all, you don’t have to do anything that doesn’t feel right. This is about me being honest with you, and making sure we all communicate, that we’re all comfortable. Fact is, I like Dani, and I like you. I don't like committing to just one person. And I'm okay with letting you go if you're not ready for this kind of relationship.”

“I need to sleep on that, love,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Y/N smiled, her hand resting gently on his arm. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Just trust me, Jamie.”

Later that week, Jamie found himself sitting across from Y/N and Dani at the pub, the two of them sharing inside jokes, their ease with each other making Jamie feel like an outsider. But instead of feeling bitter, he felt a pull—a connection to both of them that he hadn’t fully understood until now.

“You know,” Jamie said, raising his glass, “I might’ve been a little thick about this whole polyamory thing.”

Y/N and Dani both looked at him, a mixture of amusement and hope in their eyes.

Jamie smiled, a little uncertain, but ready. “But I think I’m okay with it. I want to try... all of this. With both of you.”

Dani grinned. “Yes, amigo! Love is for everyone!”

Jamie laughed, the sound light and genuine. Maybe this wasn’t perfect. Maybe it would never be easy. But with Y/N and Dani, he was willing to try. For once, it felt right.

Maybe this could work after all.

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They left the pub together, a little tipsy and really turned on by each other. As they reached Jamie's apartment, the latter desperately tried to unlock his front door, but it was hard. He could hardly concentrate. Not when his spanish-speaking friend was busy making out with his gorgeous crush, in the hottest way possible.

Jamie has watched many porn videos in his short lifetime but this, this was the epitome of pornographic.

As they finally entered the apartment, Jamie spun around and locked the door, he felt Y/N's and Dani's looming presence behind him, turning and finding them waiting patiently, almost as if waiting for permission to proceed. Y/N bit her bottom lip and leaned against the nearest wall, her legs visibly rubbing together. She looked so fucking sexy. Jamie took the opportunity, swiftly moved forward, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. And that seemed to be the invitation she was waiting for because she closed the gap between the two of them, finally kissing him.

Jamie was lifting her by the back of her legs and pressing her against the wall, while Dani adjusted himself. His length grew harder as he watched his lover and his friend share such an intimate kiss.

Y/N's hands tangle in Jamie's messy hair as he claims her mouth, the kiss turns more heated, more wanting. His hands tug Y/N's legs tighter around his waist before roaming elsewhere, leaving trails of goosebumps as he traces the contours of her body.

A needy buck of Jamie's hips has her tugging at his t-shirt, craving more of his touch with each passing second. His large hands reach up and cup the mounds of her breasts, kneading them roughly as he grinds into her, teasing.

“Jamie, Dani please,” she moans into his mouth.

Jamie smiles cockily as he pulls away from her, feeling accomplished in having gotten her riled up already. He starts carrying her towards his bedroom, looking back towards Dani and nodding his head to the bedroom door "You comin', amigo?"

Dani just nodded, following the intertwined couple. Losing his shirt casually on his way to the room.

Jamie threw Y/N on the bed lightly, tracing the inside of her thighs which made her mewle loudly. “Shhhhh baby,” he croons, “Don't want to wake the neighbors, right?”

"She's a loud one, mi amigo," Dani said honestly, his bulge painfully prominent in his pants.

"Is she now?" Jamie smirked. "Dani, be a good boy and help me take her clothes off, wanna see her."

Jamie and Dani came up left and right beside Y/N on the bed and started to gently undress her. Her pants. Gone. Her shirt. Off.

Left in only her black lace underwear, Y/N laid on the bed smiling up at both the men she loved. A damp heat pools in her core.

Dani and Jamie were mesmerized by her body, nearly losing themselves in the sight. "Pretty girl, do you want us to touch you now?" Dani asked her, lightly tracing the outline of her bra.

"Please," she moaned. Dani and Jamie gave each other a look of agreement. Dani started to attack Y/N's neck in kisses, sucking and licking marks into her skin.

Jamie was unsure how to touch her at first, he's never pleased a woman together with another man at the same time. Dani noticed his hesitance. "Kiss her thighs, mi amigo. Pretty girl loves that." Jamie nodded and started to leave small butterfly kisses up her legs, which made her shiver in pleasure. As he reached the edge of her panties he left a kiss on her mound, receiving a flinch and a moan.

He smirked at that and started licking above the lace fabric, her wet patch grew bigger and it turned him on even more.

Her panties came off next and Jamie started to trace his fingers further down her wet swollen lips. Dani freed her from her constricting bra and started to suck on her tits. The view almost made Jamie go feral and he couldn't hold himself back anymore, he had to taste her.

Y/N looks down at her two favorite boys with heavy lids as Jamie licks his lips and pulls her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's back arched at the first swipe of his tongue through her wet folds. 

Jamie hums at the taste of her, burying his face in deeper, while Y/N's hand is tangled in his blonde locks, biting down on her lip to hold in her moans. Y/N's only successful in doing so until Dani unbuckles his pants and slides them and his boxer briefs off altogether. His length sprang free, and he started touching himself at the sight of Jamie eating her out.

Jamie prods a finger at her entrance, and the sudden stretch of his finger has her mouth falling open, allowing a throaty moan to escape her. Dani used the chance to tuck his length into her open mouth muffling her moans.

Jamie quickly adds a second finger and curls them along the spongy wall near her entrance, causing Y/N to press her head forward and take Dani's cock further down her throat. A deep grunt escaped Dani's mouth. " Yes pretty girl, you're doing so well for us."

Jamie's tongue dances circles around her clit. Colors dance behind Y/N's eyelids as she fights to maintain her composure, the knot in her abdomen pulling tighter as she yanks at Jamie’s hair, earning a grunt of approval from him. 

Her tongue flicks around Dani's shaft, and his knees nearly buckle. She could feel his body shift, but before she could pull back and inspect him or inquire further, he gripped the top of her head and pressed her down, a mumbled moan of surprise escaping both as he tickled the back of her throat. Y/N screwed her eyes shut, willing to take more of him as she began bobbing her head up and down, earning a hiss of approval from Dani.

Meanwhile, Jamie was losing himself in the taste of her.

Dani's grunts and the wet sounds of Jamie eating her out began to fill the room as Dani presses her mouth further and further down his cock. Pushing Y/N to her limits until her gag reflex is triggered and she sputters and gags against his length. The feeling of her gagging made Dani lose it completely and he spilled ropes of cum down her throat. Y/N swallowed everything he gave her, while Dani was riding out his high.

He kissed her head and let her enjoy Jamie's mouth some more. She could finally concentrate on him alone.

And Jamie, oh fuck, now he was determined to make her cum.

“C’mon baby, let Dani hear you,” he purrs before attaching his lips back to her clit, she feels him wrap his free hand around her hip to hold her in place. Y/N felt that cord inside her snap. She let out a string of curses as her orgasm rippled through her body, her moans morphing into whimpers as Dani worked her through it, massaging her breasts and kissing her. Jamie kept watching her fall apart for him. With a satisfied smirk, he pulls away from Y/N once her hips have stilled, his chin dripping with her arousal as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

"Our girl tastes good, yeah?" Dani asked breaking the kiss with Y/N and looking down at his teammate at the end of the bed.

“Fuck yes, baby you taste as good as you look,” Jamie smiles devilishly up at her, and god... Y/N's not sure if she has ever seen anything more sinful.

He gently pulled her legs from his shoulders and stood up from the bed. Jamie came back with a towel and three bottles of water. He tossed the towel towards Dani who understood immediately and started to clean up a fucked out Y/N.

Jamie opened the bottle and gave Y/N a sip. "Good girl," he praised her, "Been so good for us."

Dani finished cleaning her up, and both men found their significant spots beside her. All three cuddled up together under the blanket.

"Ok, so this poly thing," Jamie said, his arm tightly wrapped around Y/N and Dani. "Fucking fantastic, innit?"

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5000 Follower Celebration: Field of Daisies - Mitch Ripley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee @mandy426 @jareaulamontagnes

Companion piece to:

Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch talks through his issues with his counsellor.

Hollow - Mitch returns home to an empty house.

Swings - Mitch steps up when you recieve some life changing news.

Don't Hold Back - You struggle after spending the night with Mitch.

It’s two days later that Mitch turns up on your parent’s doorstep. You answer the door half asleep because you got off shift twelve hours ago and there’s a deep set exhaustion inside of you that has nothing to do with physicality and everything to do with the mess inside your head.

“Put on some sneakers.” He says, tucking his hands into the light blue windbreaker you’re wearing. “We’re going running.”

“You gave up the right to tell me what to do when you served me with separation paperwork.” You remind him, your temple coming to rest on the door and his jaw tenses as he looks down the street for a second.

“I deserved that.” He says before he tilts his head towards you. “But I’ve been where you are right now Marley and it’s a really dark fucking place. Trust me this helps.”

He doesn’t flinch when he meets your gaze and you sigh before you retreat into the house and step into your running shoes before snatching up your jacket, headphones and phone.

“Fine but I’m listening to my Yellowstone playlist.” You tell him as you place the earbuds in your ears.

“Sure.” He says as he takes out his own matching set.

It takes the two of you a second to sync your phones to the Bluetooth before Mitch takes off, leaving you to follow his lead. It’s a new route, one you don’t recognise until you end up running along the lake with Mitch by your side. He’s slowed his step to keep pace with you, his skin is flushed from the exertion and the cold as he draws to a halt underneath the railway bridge.

“I wanted to show you this.” He says as he gestures at the graffiti art sprayed onto the wall.

It’s a Brenda Barnum piece, a mural of white daisies painted onto the concrete amidst yellow and green hues and it makes something inside of you light up the way it always does when you see something of hers.

You’d always been a weird kid, perfect on the surface but with an oddness underneath. You didn’t like the same things as other kids, you liked quirky things, vivid colours and shit that challenged your thinking. There was always a battle to conform and you had because it made life easy but you never really felt like you fit. You’d lived with that feeling for years, thinking there was something wrong with you until you saw one of Brenda Barnum’s paintings and in that moment you realised that you didn’t have to hide yourself, you could be exactly who you wanted to be.

You’d told this to Mitch when you’d taken him to an exhibition in the early stages of the relationship, you’d explained how each painting made you feel like you’d been seen, like someone had taken the thoughts out of your head and committed them to canvas.

When he’d finished renovating the house, he’d put a framed museum print of ‘Purple Firecracker’ on the wall above your bed because he knew how much you loved the piece.

“I know you feel displaced right now.” He tells you as he leans back against the concrete pillar. “That you don’t know which way is up but I thought this could be your anchor point, a reminder of who you are underneath the rest of the shit that’s going on in your head.”

Your chest grows tight as you stare at the colours, the vividness, the complexity and in that moment everything just quietens.

“Thank you.” You say finally because you’ve been on the edge ever since you got your diagnosis and this is the first time you’ve actually allowed yourself to take a breath, to step back from the abyss that threatens to swallow you up.

“I mean it.” You say as you tilt your head towards him and his cheeks start to colour. “Thank you Mitch, for bringing me here, for reminding me I’m stronger than this.”

“You’re the toughest person I know Marley.” He tells you as he pushes off the pillar. “You just needed to find yourself again.”

“Yea.” You say, your gaze straying back to the artwork in front of you. “Yea I did.”

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The Monster Under the Bed | KNJ

➳ Pairing: yan!nightmare!demon!nj x fem!reader

➳ Genre: Yandere, Horror, Monster Au

➳ Warnings: Swearing, consumption of alcohol, mentions of tera-phphobia (fear of monsters), childhood abuse and trauma, mention of an alcoholic parent, gore, violence, blood, injuries, asphyxiation, gagging, NON-CON kissing and touching (not sexually), Namjoon degrades the reader a bit, supernatural torment, physical harm to the reader, the reader goes a bit crazy, mentions of soul-eating?…. Anyways

➳ Synopsis: When a human falls asleep they face two realms: the dream and nightmare world— where one is controlled by the angels to kiss you goodnight, and the other controlled by unknown creatures that push behind your darkest fears. So when your constant fear of monsters hiding under your bed continues to grow in your life, one peculiar nightmarish friend becomes infatuated to keep it that way.

➳ Word Count: 6.7k+

➳ Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

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A/N: Fuck my lazy ass, I got it done, and I hope the story is good! I wasn’t bothered to add a banner cuz I was too excited to post, I’ll add one later one. Anyways, enjoy!

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You're asleep.

Head tucked in gently in the crevice of your elbow, the soft quilt tangled by your ankles as you parted your dry lips open, swallowing the icy air. After a long day of work exhaustion crept up on you, and once your head hit the pillow— like a spell chanted on you, you fell asleep. Subtle chirps could be heard from outside your fogged-up window but you wouldn't notice it anyway. As your body was at rest, your mind was yoked within a dream.

The breeze howled in your ear and your legs dangling from the old wooden bridge you sat on. The moon hid behind the thick clouds, ultimately bringing darkness to surround you. The field behind you swayed in the wind, and the tall grass whispered as they shook together.

Snap

Your head spun around to the impulsive noise, and your heart dropped. From a good distance stood an old man. He was decorated with long boots and a hat that covered his face. Your eyes followed his arm, it was clenched on an object so tightly that you recognised it within a second. It was a liquor bottle.

You knew him, you knew who he was.

“Y/N,” his voice dropped and trembled, “have you seen daddy’s new bottle?”

He stomped his foot, walking over to you with rage building up inside him. Instinctively, you got up and ran straight to the empty field, your bare feet facing any prick that came along the way. You could hear his footsteps getting closer but you won’t turn your head. You will never turn your head to see him.

But you stopped in your tracks as the sight of the old man appeared in front of you again. He raised his bottle high in the air, and you cowered in fear, covering your face as he was about to strike. You shrieked waiting for the impact, but it never came. Instead, your mind felt dizzy when your eyes opened to the familiar surroundings.

Old drawings of animals were stuck on the wall, the vanity mirror was disguised with dust and there were the broken scars on a cupboard next to your old bed.

Your childhood room.

With haste, you trudged to the door to leave but it creaked shut, and darkness clouded your sight. Your hands fiddled with a butterfly lamp that was on the bedside table, and your fingers wriggled to find the switch.

The insects cried, the wind roared and something whispered. You froze at that, and your eyes followed the gap under the bed. You gulped, clenching your fist as your nails dug deep into your skin.

Nothing is there Y/N, nothing is there—

“Are you sure?” A hoarse voice rumbled and you flinched. Your heart pounded as you felt your body giving up on you. Your legs shook and they dropped to the floor as you felt yourself being dragged to the dreaded place that has practically haunted you for your whole life.

“No…” you mumbled, “Please no!”

Red eyes blinked at you, and they glinted in mischief. A snarl vibrates and a long black hand appears—claws lingering within the air before it grasps your chin, bringing your face closer to him.

“Aren't you a pretty little thing?”

You couldn't see the creature that spoke to you but you shivered at its touch. The energy was drained from your body and your mind went fuzzy. This creature’s touch left a numb feeling in your head. Void. Alone. But alone with him. Your eyes could only witness the darkness within and your hands weakly clutched onto the dirty bedsheets as you felt this creature pull you closer.

“Still scared? Didn't Daddy teach you enough to not be afraid of monsters?” The voice left hot words in your ear and your neck stiffened at the comment. How the fuck does it know?

With little courage, you spoke.

“What do you want from me?”

A deep chuckle erupted in the room, and the grip on your chin loosened a bit.

“My, my, this is the first question you wanted to ask me? Very well, I’ll answer honestly for you,” his other hand came to caress your cheek, “You see, I'm very picky when it comes to what type of humans I want to devour. There's just something in your soul that's very precious to me, and it would be very precious to any other creature too—“

Your hands grabbed onto the cold claws that held your face, and you tried to get out of his hold. Your breathing quickened. What did he just say? Devouring humans? You struggled futilely in his hold, your clammy palms soon gave up. The grip on your chin tensed this time, and they hushed you with ease.

“Shh, my darling. Let me continue before I let you go,” the creature hummed before proceeding, “In other words, I want you and your soul. I want to be with you forever.”

Your eyes widened at those proclamations and the claw that was settled against your cheek crawled up to your forehead.

“Now wake.”

You gasped as you jolted in your bed. Sweat stuck to the back of your shirt, your body was burning and you felt suffocated. It was just a nightmare Y/N, just a fucking nightmare. You slid off your bed and a fluffy brown tail tickled your legs. Your body hunched as you stared at your adorable cat.

“Morning Max, you need some breakfast?” The cat blinked its eyes slowly before calling out to you as it walked out of your room. You sighed, stretching as you went after your pet into the kitchen. The sun was covered by clouds and the day groaned dimly.

Max purred as you grabbed the packet of food and began to pour it into his favourite bowl. His head dived in, and tiny crunches escaped from his small mouth. You squeezed the packet in your hand, the slippery texture on your palms was still there. You tapped your foot impatiently as the remembrance of the sudden nightmare continued to dawn on you.

This didn't feel right, the nightmare felt way too realistic. And how would a monster know about your past? Maybe it was understandable, you had a traumatic childhood and your combined phobia was already monstrous. It was unsettling though, the way it grabbed your face and talked to you. Especially how you immediately felt weak by its presence..anyone would get chills from it.

Ding.

A chime vibrated from your phone as you checked it.

Rosewood Clinic: Scheduled Appointment at 9:45 am with Doctor Link. Please arrive 20 minutes earlier. If you wish to cancel or reschedule please call us at xxx-xxx-xx

Right, the appointment. You completely forgot about it, and now you have more to discuss with your doctor.

Didn't Daddy teach you enough to not be afraid of monsters?

“Daddy, can we please go to the fair today? Please?” You pouted at your father, begging him to go to the country fair.

“Alright, we’ll go. Call your mama for me?” He asked and you smiled happily as you went to get your mum.

“Mama! Mama! Guess what? Daddy said we’re going to the fair today.” You exclaimed proudly, giggling when your mother picked you up in her arms. Her hair shone in the sunlight, and she kissed your cheek softly.

“That’s great news sweetie, come on your father must be waiting.”

Your family arrived at the fair, and loud country music rang in your ears. There were multiple rides and food stalls, vibrant colours and the laughter of children brought merriment. The scent of fresh food and screams echoed in the background as you had the opportunity to roam free.

“Y/N, come here. Daddy here is gonna win a prize for you,” your father gleefully said before he resumed the challenge he had to face. You watched with big eyes as your father held small darts, his arm flexed before he threw them.

Pop

Pop

Pop

The small balloons popped and a medium teddy bear is given to your dad.

“Here ya go princess.” With a chaste kiss to your cheek you laugh, holding tight onto the teddy bear. The fun day went by fast, your father had you in his arms and you rested your head on his shoulder. The noises from the fair soon disappeared as your family inched closer to the parking lot.

“Hey there partner, it's been a while, hasn't it?”

A gruff voice spoke out from the shadows and your dad halted in his tracks. The streetlight dimmed the place an ugly yellow. You felt two arms pull you away from your dad’s grasp and you were with your mother now.

“What the hell do you want Rodrick?”

“Have you forgotten to pay your debt? Did ya get too carried away with our money?” The man named Rodrick gestured towards you and your mum, and his eyes travelled to the fair.

“Leave them out of this.”

“Give me the fucking money, I know you have it.”

“I don't have it—”

“Give me the fucking money or I’ll shoot them!”

Rodrick pulled out a gun, pointing it straight at you both. Your mother hugged you, turning your head to the side as goosebumps drove all over her.

“Hey…hey, lets talk about this okay? This is between you and me, leave my family alone,” your dad said calmly as he eyed the gun, “put the gun down Rodrick—”

“No! Do you know the shit I had to go through because of you? They beat me up and killed my brother, you think that ain't enough till they come for me? I need the money now, give me the money.”

Your dad took a step forward, his hands were in the air as he inched closer to Rodrick.

“The fuck you doing man? I said give me the money!” The gun swung to your father as he was close to grasping the object.

“Don’t come closer or I’ll shoot.” Rodrick’s hand shook and his lips trembled. He was going to die soon, he needed the money desperately.

You peeked your head to the side and saw your father lunge at the man as they both fell to the ground. They wrestle on the ground, your father trying to get the gun off of Rodrick.

“Get to the car!” Your father yelled and your mother ran with you. The sight of your father fighting gets smaller and smaller as you're close to approaching the car.

Bang

A gasp echoed in the background, like a silent serpent ready to strike before falling to its own downfall. Crows cawed and the birds flew away from nearby trees. Like a tower descending, your mother fell on top of you.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

Your head shook off the thoughts as you stared at your doctor. You had zoned out before you had realised it, and with a fake smile, you responded.

“Sorry, I—”

“It’s alright Y/N, sometimes we remember the things we don't want to see. Tell me how your week has been.”

A clock ticked in the room and you stared at the pale woman. Her black hair almost went grey as she tried to keep a straight posture.

“Um, nothing much. Just work keeping me busy, and I've been getting a couple of nightmares lately.”

The scritching of paper caught your ears as you watched Doctor Link write down the things you mentioned.

“Nightmares, I see. I assume it's still because of your father or?” A long pause was held in the air before you replied.

“Still because of my dad, which I don't know why because I stopped having them a while ago, so I thought it would stop.”

“Okay, we've discussed this before Y/N, due to the abuse and trauma you faced at a young age, the memories we've collected can sometimes—”

“Monsters too. My phobia of monsters made it worse.”

“Okay, tell me about the nightmare then.”

You squeezed your hands together, the sweat starting to form again.

“…and then I was back at that place, and there was this whispering coming from my bed. For some reason, my body just dropped and this claw grabbed onto my face. It spoke to me, saying that it wants to be with me forever..”

Scratch

Scratch

A loud sigh poured out from the doctor’s mouth, “Y/N, the phobia you have is because it was transformed by your dad. Ultimately as this is a nightmare, the things you say about this monster, are not real. It isn't real, and it’s not going to harm you. I can guarantee you that.”

You rubbed your palms together, the voice inside you wanting to rip you apart for not speaking up.

It felt real, too real.

You’re back home, frustration building up inside you. Maybe the doctor was right, it was just a nightmare. With past events and your stupid phobia, it just made you a mess. You wondered what the monster looked like, all you could see was a black void and long black hands. But you should be glad you didn’t see its face, after all, only the devil disguises its impurity.

Max is asleep on the couch, the fluff ball in a vulnerable position. You grinned at the sight of him, taking a photo. The house felt quiet since you lived alone, and that nightmare, gosh that fucking nightmare keeps haunting you like a freak.

You decided to enter your bedroom, eyes automatically clinging to the gap underneath the wooden exterior. It’s fucking childish, why would you be scared of something like a ridiculous monster?

They’re not real, they’re not supposed to be real. Your stomach churned uncomfortably as you knelt, crouching and angling your head to the side to get a better glimpse of the number of things you put in there.

Just enough to block the gap, just enough to make you feel safe. It was like a shield to protect you, but little did you know that shield would come crumbling down because of you.

There were a couple of old boxes, empty perhaps, and decorative pieces to make it look messy. You kept staring at the very back endlessly, your room was dark, with the curtains drawn— you made a mistake.

Your breath hitched, fingers gripping onto your carpet thread as you swear you saw something blink at you. The house is dead, and the longer you stare at the dark end, the more you see the eyes. Though, they weren’t red this time but a dull white. Almost grey, but it blinked.

“Y/N…”

No… not now. What you heard can’t be real.

“Get the fuck out of my head,” you mumbled to yourself. A sudden urge grew deep within you, you needed something.

Wine

You needed some wine.

You jumped out of that position, drawing the curtains open to bring some light into the room. You gnawed on your thumbnail as you practically ran out of the room. You could hear your heart racing, the blood pumping faster and faster as you opened the wine cabinet.

Unscrewing the bottle, you poured a full glass, swallowing a tremendous amount of the crimson liquid as it trickled down your chin.

You sunk to the floor as you hugged your knees, your back rested against the cabinet. Fucking phobia, what Doctor Link had mentioned…. Was it true? Did this phobia happen because of your dad, or were you always just a fucking coward?

The grip on your wine glass tightened as you shut your eyes, hellish memories enveloping you like a greedy pig.

“This is all because of you!”

Slap

“Your Mother is dead because of you!”

Slap

“Get the fuck out of my sight, you keep reminding me of her. Get out before I fucking kill you.”

A bottle is thrown in your direction, and the glass stabbed into your skin makes you wobble. You felt numb, your body was bruised and battered at this point, and the blood that trickled from your forehead was damping your broken soul. When you fell with a thud, your father left, banging the doors shut.

Ironically unlike your mother, your father left you instead of running to you. Maybe there was no purpose to live anymore, you had no meaning, no goal or desire.

You should have died instead of your mother that night if you ever knew this would be the conclusion. Warm tears trailed down your face, they mixed with the blood as you stared at the ceiling.

It felt like staring at your mother, the same cold expression on her face as those tears continuously fell from her eyes before her final wheezes ceased.

Your father’s yell echoed in the background as your delicate hands cradled your mother’s soft cheeks. Except this time, there was no one to do that for you.

Your vision blurred, hoping that you would see your mother right now. It didn't matter if she appeared like a ghost, even if it sounded ridiculous.

Maybe she hated you for not taking her place. You're eyes scanned to a clock that ticked silently, and it was midnight. How much longer could you bear this?

You wanted to finally leave this hellhole. But you winced in pain, and the sound of the front doors opening made you freeze. Loud footsteps came closer as you saw your father’s dishevelled appearance.

“You’re still here?” He grunted as he plopped another box of vodka bottles onto a large table.

It was quick and painful as you felt your hair tugged upwards. Your hands weakly slapped your father’s rough wrists as he dragged you to your room upstairs.

“No, Daddy, please… I'm sorry.” Your eyes widened as he pushed you into your room, locking the doors shut. It was utterly dark, all the lights in your room were either torn apart by your father or destroyed by him.

You slid onto your bed, shielding yourself with the dirty covers as you shook. You always heard a voice whenever this happened, and one night you saw the thing that spoke to you.

It looked like a human and you caught the slightest glimpse of it before hell broke loose. Their skin glowed, and a white t-shirt was worn as they walked across your room. You remembered what he wore so well, yet you didn't remember him.

Your eyes opened as your butt began to feel sore. The glass was empty and only the stains of the red wine remained. Your body felt drained, the memories collapsed on you and you struggled to get up.

You trudged to your room quietly, closing the door shut as you crawled into your bed. Like a train coming to its last destination, your memories do the same, you don’t remember what happened after you were locked in your room.

It wasn't too long before you went back again to the realms, too bad they were interconnected.

When you trembled in your bed that night, the blood soaking the pillow, Namjoon grinned. Not because of what terrible consequence you had faced, but because he finally found a perfect person like you.

He spent years devouring the souls of many individuals but neither ever satisfied his hunger at all. He could keep as many humans as he would like, and he had the choice to not kill them. If he had you, he didn't need to waste more years to find another suitable victim.

He didn't know how he was entranced by you at first, maybe it was the way you'd brush your hair or how you tried to smile after suffering from your injuries. But you caught his eye, his heart would race whenever he saw you.

But rage took over him whenever he saw your father beat you, even though he had the power to do something, he already sensed that your father was going to be dead soon anyway.

He was really hungry that night, starving himself on purpose just so he could get a taste of your sweet soul, consume the euphoric feeling of your fear so he felt energised enough to convince you to stay with him.

But would you?

He didn’t mean to go overboard, he just really needed to have a bit of your soul. It wasn’t going to harm you any way and he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he needs to live too.

The sudden harsh whispers and calls of your name made you shiver and Namjoon watched in delight. He needed to transform and watch your beautiful expressions fall into place.

Oh, it was terrible, terribly good.

“Sweetie….my baby, Y/N?” You stiffened at the familiar feminine voice that came from underneath your bed. It couldn't be true, your mother was dead. But… did she listen to your prayers to God?

Hesitantly you replied, “Mama? Is that you?” Your voice shook as you waited for a response.

“My darling, why didn't you save me? Look at how miserable your father is.” Her voice wavered in the air and you swore you could feel her presence right beside you. Her words scarred into your mind, this didn’t sound like her at all.

Without hesitation, you pulled the covers off of you in a rush, and your heart dropped at the sight of darkness in front of you. Your mother was not here, then how the hell did you hear her voice?

“Y/N…?” You froze and your breaths started to become quick. You glanced down from the side of your bed, the voice was coming from there. Your knuckles were tense and white when you gripped your blanket, there’s no fucking way.

Silence clouded your sense of hearing as a long black claw stretched out from underneath the bed, its nails scratched the wooden floor before it rushed back.

Your breath hitched as you felt a cold exhale next to your ear. You bit your bottom lip harshly, chewing on the spot as you craned your neck slowly. Your pulse quickened when you saw the figure.

Their eyes glimmered in the dark and you gasped, an audible yell for help prepared to leave from your throat.

But he lunged at you, one inhuman hand pinning your wrists tightly above your head while the other was clamped over your mouth.

Your screams were muffled by his long black claws as you writhed underneath him. His demonic form took over, and red eyes blinked into yours as he watched your head snap upwards. His red eyes stared at you with adoration, God you were so cute. He shushed you softly as he wiped your tears.

“If I let go, promise you won't scream?”

You calmed yourself down a bit as he removed his hand away from your mouth. He delicately traced your quivering lips, grinning at the sight of your compliance.

“I know you're scared sweetheart, but you need to be a good girl for me, yeah? I've been watching over you for a while now, and you're such a good person. But you need someone, a bit of healing and protection to make you feel less lonely. I've come to offer that, I'll heal you and protect you in exchange for a bit of your soul.”

This thing had been watching you? For how long?

The grip on your wrists loosened momentarily as he leaned closer to you. Your eyes scanned its features—if you removed the black claws and the red eyes, it almost looked human.

“But the thing is, you have no say in this anyway. I nearly killed myself because of you, starving to death to finally have you. Don't you feel guilty? Making a poor monster like me wait for a long time to taste your soul?”

Namjoon wanted you to feel bad, and miserable for him. He chuckled softly, you were a monster too for making him suffer like that.

You felt your body sink into the mattress further, wrists weakly wriggling in his iron-grip hold.

“I just need you to listen to me, and everything will be okay.”

He grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them harshly so you could open your lips.

“Come on baby, open wide for me,” he murmured and he pushed one claw deep inside your open mouth.

You gagged repeatedly as you felt it go down your throat, and your mind fogged with pain. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your lungs restricting any oxygen to escape. It hurt for a split second like something was being removed from your body entirely. It was solid and rough with jagged edges, your throat started to burn as panic settled in.

You couldn’t breathe.

You watched the thing turn more demonic, and it hovered over you as you helplessly felt too tired and weak to even do anything at this point. Your eyes blurred as you felt suffocated, and your heart pumped wildly.

Your mouth was wide open as you exhaled a heavy breath and a clear cloud-like bubble came out. The claw was soon withdrawn and you gasped for air.

You thought it was over, heck no, you thought it was fake. But he was still here, right in front of you. Black hair covered its demonic look as it devoured the bubble in one go.

You froze in fear, tears falling from your face as it looked at you.

“Such a sweet soul,” he murmured before lowering his face, “would you mind if I had more?”

Before you could even protest or utter a scream, you felt his dangerous hands crawl up your thigh, his sharp claws piercing through your skin lightly. It burned with every stroke, and you whimpered. His touch was numbing your mind, but you could still feel the pain ripping through you.

“Shh, be a good girl for me,” his hand wrapped around your throat, “and don’t fucking scream.”

You felt his cold lips on yours, his claws continued with their marks as they neared your chest. You realised too late that not only was your mind numb, but your body was paralysed. You couldn’t fight him, you couldn’t do anything to escape from this hell.

Your fingertips twitched when he shoved his tongue inside your mouth, and his claws finally reached the centre of your stomach.

At first, it was like multiple thumbtacks were piercing your body that soon felt like large knives sinking inside of you. Your eyes widened when you saw his sharp claws press into your stomach, the blood escaping as almost half of his hand was inside. You felt your insides twisting as a muffled, hoarse scream erupted from your mouth and Namjoon swallowed it all, pressing even deeper.

He was sucking the life out of you, his claws finally grasping onto a bit of your soul. His kiss was a form of intimacy, but it was much easier to consume your fear like this.

Mind numb, body paralysed, all under his control as he shamelessly sucked more of your already broken soul. It almost felt like you were dying. Once he removed his bloody claws, your teary-eyed expression remained as he finally removed himself from you.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

The soft breeze cooled your body as you sat on a rock, watching the waves crash into the shorelines. It felt peaceful, magical almost. The high view of the far distance between the sea, and the cliff was pretty high too.

He could sense you. He could feel the happiness radiating from you once he stepped into the dream realm. Namjoon successfully got to get rid of the angels that were guarding the entrance of their world.

He must admit that the bright colours of this place were oddly fascinating. Light pink hues dusted with white clouds and scenery? Wow, it was nothing compared to the nightmare world. Nothing.

Namjoon’s land was far more different and special. It was like an abandoned location with monsters lurking around in the shadows. Thunderstorms were constant and daily, the sky as grey as a rock.

Ever since the Lord of Demons was able to break the barrier between the two realms, it has made easier access for any creature to be able to snatch their victims while they were dreaming.

They were ruthless, and greedy and had unimaginable appearances that would make your heart stop. Even if there were Guardian Angels, protecting their realm— demons like Namjoon were always able to come through discretely.

He wondered if he were able to glitch into your world so that he could easily have you to himself. Those sleep paralysis demons were extremely lucky.

He reminisces about the first time he got to taste your soul. You wouldn't understand the emotions that rushed through his body, he felt so high around you that the moment he stepped away after decorating your body crimson—he could only think about you.

With the recent interaction of finally getting to you after a narrow escape from the Guardian Angels, Namjoon felt relieved.

It almost broke his heart when you tried to escape from his grasp that day, his claws menacingly trying to provoke a reaction out of you.

He thought you would have recalled instantly ever since the first night he devoured a bit of your soul and left you with deep gushed marks of his claim on you. He didn't want to show himself deliberately because he thought you would know. That you would recognise him.

Maybe your father hit your head a bit too hard with the metal bat in the barn after he saw the medical bills.

The next day he watched alongside you. He watched the way your father hung from a big tree, the noose around his neck was stout and it was perfectly wrapped around his neck like a present.

Namjoon noticed the dead look in your eyes and a deranged smile crept up on your face.

You and he were a match made in heaven.

Namjoon could see you from afar, the way your body relaxed in this realm… if you could only do the same in his one. He quietly approached you, silently sitting next to you as his fingertips brushed your hand.

You flinched at the subtle contact and you snapped your head, eyes scanning the unknown person.

He looked familiar, with black hair and a white shirt, you swear you've seen someone like that before.

“Who are you?” You stared at the gorgeous man in front of you, his dragon eyes alluring you.

“We met before.” His voice drifted silkily into your ears.

“We did? Uhm, what's your name?” You responded as you thought hard about where you last saw him.

“I'm Namjoon, and you're Y/N.” A pang hit your stomach, how did he know your name?

“How do you know my name?”

“Like I said, we met before.” His voice almost felt recognisable, did you actually meet this man before?

Namjoon sighed, his hand brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s such a shame you don't remember me, do I really have to remind you?”

Your lips almost twitched into a frown, you didn't like the way he was staring at you.

“Listen—”

“Didn’t Daddy teach you enough to not be afraid of monsters?”

Your eyes widened and your breath shook, “what did you just say?”

“I said didn't Daddy teach you enough to not be afraid of monsters?” Namjoon repeated the words deliberately and slowly as he smiled. Your mind went into a frenzy, and your pulse quickened. It was him, the creature that constantly grew your fear.

You get up quickly, and he does too, the next words making you sick in the stomach.

“Were the claws too much? You know I was sorry, I would never hurt you love, it's part of the process for me to live for your soul.”

You began to walk backwards, his words hammering you like a nail. After all these years, the monster that tormented you so badly that your phobia was initially created was here, right in front of you. You finally saw his face. Innocent like an angel, but a devil within the heart.

“Do you remember now? Do you remember the way I had your soul? Shit, your dad knocked you out so hard that after this many years, you finally remember me.”

You stopped in your tracks, your head turning to the side when you realised you were on the edge of a cliff. Out of nowhere, grabbing onto your shoulders, Namjoon’s voice echoed and rang in your ears.

“Don’t leave me, you can’t forget about me again.”

“I won’t leave you alone like your father did, isn’t it good riddance that he killed himself?” There’s no way he’s been with you this whole time.

He pushed you back gently, each wavering step making you sick in the stomach.

“I want to stay with you forever,” he rested his head on your shoulder and you flinched, “you're a precious person to me, you make me feel better that I can have you, in any way I want.” You jerked, trying to elude from his iron-tight grip.

“I love you Y/N, I'm hopelessly in love with you.”

His words come crashing down as you lose your step right at the end of the cliff. You screamed as you felt a hand snatch your wrist. You gripped onto Namjoon’s wrist, your life depending on it. You weren't sure why he wasn't pulling you up—

He chuckled deeply, “Stupid girl, did you forget that you're in a dream? If I let go of you right now, do you think you're going to wake up or drown?” He cruelly stared down at you as he held your wrist.

He kneeled so you were face to face, “But I think it'd be much better if we fell together, don't you think?”

Your eyes broadened at the statement, blood rushing to your head. You shook your head, you pleaded at him,

“Namjoon, wait don't do this—”

Ignoring your words, you felt him let go of you as he jumped off the cliff. You watched him fall as your back hit the icy ocean, the water already trying to engulf your throat.

You jolted awake, shuddering from the nightmare you had just faced. Your back was wet with sweat, and as you were sitting up…

Thud.

Someone grabbed your neck from behind, feeling invisible hands wrapped around your throat. Your head hit the pillow again as you struggled to get up. He was holding you down, there's no way he came like this without a dream.

You claw at your neck, shutting your eyes when you suddenly see yourself back in the ocean. You could feel the water getting into your lungs, and someone had gripped your ankle. You saw Namjoon pulling you deeper and deeper into the abyss as you cried for help, words muffled by the water.

You opened your eyes and they started to blur. Panic grew as your heart pumped, feeling the dreaded emotion you never wanted to experience again. You couldn't breathe, it was like your oxygen was being sucked away.

You wriggled your body to grab anything and your hands stretched to whatever was on the nightstand. You couldn't see but your hands tapped on the lamp that was facing your way, and a ray of light burst.

Within a second, the feeling of invisible hands disappeared and you rolled over, choking as you threw up… water. Lots of water.

You groaned weakly as you heaved your breaths. The door to your bedroom was wide open and the hallway was extremely dark. You needed to get out. You shakily looked through the drawers and found a small torch. Turning it on you left your room to look for your cat, calling his name.

“Max! Max, where are you—”

You came to a halt, and your knees almost buckled.

“Isn’t he adorable?” His voice made your bottom lip quiver. You shook your head, tears rushing to your eyes. You couldn't believe this, there he was, sitting on your couch next to your cat. Namjoon turned to look at you and his eyes were black, a murderous intent glinted from the look on his face.

“You can't run away from me, ever.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s gone and silence filled up the whole house. Max then hissed as his eyes darted behind your shoulder. Your heart sank when you realised who he was hissing at.

An external force threw you back to your room, causing you to shriek. Your back hit the wall, knocking the breath out of you. The door slammed shut and you staggered in pain and your eyes flickered to the lamp. A hushed whisper attained your ear as you heard a crack and the light died out.

It was too dark in your room, and you luckily had the torch in your hand. You tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. What about the windows? You rush over to the other side of the room, and your hands draw the curtain open only to come to a sight with no window. You almost drop your torch as you bite your lip.

It was just a solid wall.

“No—fuck, why—” Your voice croaked as you slammed your fist against the wall. Soon you realised why the house was so dark and why the lamp broke. Does he hate light? The thought lingered on your mind till you heard a shuffle from across the room. You swayed your torch to the side and held your breath as there was nothing there.

A low growl could be heard from under the bed as you shone the light there. All of the things you placed to block the gap were gone. Impossible, fuck your mind was going crazy. The light on your torch began to blink repeatedly, and you smacked the torch a couple of times.

“No, no no, don't die.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you managed to keep the light until it flickered one last time. Your breath affixed as there was complete darkness, and you gulped.

Screech.

Warm tears sprang free from the corner of your eyes and you quivered in place.

He was going to get you, he was going to get you, he was going to get you.

Maybe you should check the door again, just in case. Even before you could react, Namjoon’s lengthy, black claw snatched onto your ankle, yanking you in fast.

Your screams echoed as you disappeared the moment you were dragged underneath the bed. Your eyes opened to an unknown place, but it was still dark. Your body ached with every movement you tried to muster.

Namjoon appeared in front of you, his demeanour frightening you as he used his claws to turn your head to the side. A dim yellow light glinted in the dark ahead of you and you couldn't believe what you were witnessing.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Did you check the bed? I think I saw a boy my age last night.”

A small laugh vibrated from your father’s throat as he crouched down at your request. He got back up, caressing your cheek.

“Come on sweetie, didn't Daddy teach you enough to not be afraid of monsters?”

Click.

The lights turned off and the door closed shut. It was dark again.

Namjoon shifted around as you felt him lay down next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist tightly and the other still holding your face in place. He could feel your heart pounding furiously as his claw began to recreate the same process when he had you for the first time.

Your mind started to go fuzzy and your body went numb and his claw crawled closer to your mouth.

Namjoon whispered into your ear, and his heart grew at the sight of finally having you to himself, “You know, you shouldn’t fear the monsters that are under your bed, you should fear those that hide under your pillow and crawl into your head.”

[sophie-frm-mars]

Into the projected corn field

I dunno I just feel like before I can even form an opinion on the Fallout TV series I have to do something to try and get through the haze of disgust, emptiness, anger, nausea and desperation that I feel sitting at home alone watching a TV show based on the insipid corporatised franchise that was based on the highly original and artful world in which one of the (and then two of the, and then New Vegas of the) best games ever made were set in. I'm not feeling any of those feelings at the show, I just have to feel all those feelings before I can feel any feelings about the show, because everything being made is Intellectual Property instead of art, and we've spent all this time discussing AI art when everything being made is already being made by the algorithmic logics of capital. All the same things we find troubling in the idea of inhuman heuristics deciding what art is produced and how and by who are already true - we aren't watching a show about the hubris of our society and nuclear annihilation because someone (anyone) thought there would be something poignant to say in it, something to explore in our moment, we're watching it because Amazon executives knew that if they made it we'd watch and go "look, ghouls! like in the thing! and mutants! like the thing from the thing!"

The original Fallout games were made in and around and after the neoliberal end of history, the ultimate period of peace and prosperity in western capitalist society and imagined an absurd world based on the penultimate period of american imperialist peace and prosperity playing out into an almost inevitable post-apocalyptic nightmare world where the same rubrick of control and domination that led to the destruction of society in the first place constantly tries to reassert itself over a hobbesian wasteland full of strange, silly, kind, funny, odd people whose human tendency towards care and altruism makes an endless mockery of the kill-or-be-killed nature of the wasteland that mocks it right back.

In the first episode the vault dwellers gather in a simulated corn field. It's an actual corn field, they're growing actual corn in it, but the horizon and sky are projected onto the vault walls to create the only wider world the subterranean human beings will ever see, and I just... hope that someone gets what I hope anyone ever gets out of art no matter how it's produced. I hope it makes you realise that love and the revolution are the only meanings in being alive, and I hope you get that from Rothko and I hope you get that from EpicLlama's Midjourney feature film sponsored by Dogecoin, and I hope you get that from Akira and I hope you get that from Spy Kids 3D. I just think about being in a moment right between the pandemic and the collapse of the conglomerate capitalist empire watching people on a screen seeing a better world projected on a screen and I feel gut wrenchingly alienated from other human beings, but I acknowledge that could just be me.

How am I supposed to feel about Walton Goggins' performance as a half rotted rubber cowboy man? I don't fucking know man. My opinion is this show is making me derealise.