#curse you who fell asleep in. making me feel my emotions

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

it’s probably not a good thing that i relate to this song as much as i do huh

[fraugwinska]

Hi! Okay, damn, sorry, i tried to chill out and not request again so quickly 😅 but I've been constantly thinking about your writing, and I've read all your Alastor one shots like 10 times each...

I'm especially hung up on the ending of More than Words, I did not expect you to end it in such a sweet way and honestly I'd love to see a follow up to that, basically a part two :)

Plot wise I was thinking:

It's been a few weeks since the two of you fell asleep on the couch and Charlie is getting impatient since nothing else happened between Alastor and reader but she can see the way the two looks at each other when they think no one is watching. So, Charlie being Charlie, makes up a plan to set you two up. She also involves everyone at the hotel and some people outside (Rosie) - she makes it so whenever there's some activity, you two are always paired up, or Rosie invites you both for dinner but five minutes into it she leaves saying she forget about something important. And you notice what she's trying to do and while you do appreciate it, you also see that Alastor feels anxious and pressured (you see that but not the fact he's growing feeling for you), so you decide to talk with her. And Alastor hears everything? And we get another amazing sweet emotional ending? 👀🥰

Last thing last - please do not feel pressured to write it or anything, i just wanted to share this with you cause it's been on my mind 😅❤️

You ask - the fluff fairy delivers! 🧚✨ I loved More than words, so I was super happy and excited to write a continuation - and it's as fluffy and wholesome as can be! :> Thank you, Anon, for the suggestion and your beautiful, kind words!!!

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Louder than Words

"...and with Niffty choosing Husk, that leaves you two."

Charlie clapped her hands together with a gleeful smile, eyes darting between an annoyed looking Alastor and an annoyed looking you.

"Yes. That leaves us.", you sigh.

"Again.", Alastor adds, the smile on his lips twitching.

"Oh come on, guys, don't be such spoilsports. Look at how much fun this is!" she gestured to a blindfolded and beaten up Vaggie, cursing at Angel in Spanish who howled with laughter as he pushed her through Charlies makeshift obstacle course with much too much carelessness.

"Well I'll be damned. Ange actually managed to get her to to run into the same desk twice without gettin' punched.", Husk said in amused bewilderment, just as a loud "OUCH, ey, stop it Vagina!" was heard. Niffty giggled, blindfolding herself and taking Husks paw. The cat groaned but started to lead her - or more she dragged him - through the course, constantly (almost purposely) hitting something in her way.

You and Alastor looked at each other.

"Well, I guess you don't feel like going through a minefield of office furniture.", you shrugged, and took the last blindfold from Charlies hands, ignoring her excited squeal as you put it on. "Don't let me run into the coffee table, my shins still hurt from last weeks bonding exercise..."

Alastor let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, then."

This was getting out of hand. As you felt Alastor's hand on your back, pushing you into the blindness forward, you thought about the last few bonding and trust exercises and how blatantly obvious Charlie was in her determination to get you and Alastor together.

At first you didn't mind, since she didn't make you do anything that wasn't bearable. On one activity, you had to tell your partner what you appreciated about them, that had been easy. Before Alastor could turn to Niffty, who stood next to him, she had almost hauled herself away, insisting on Angel as her partner, and Angel - next to you - nodded with unfitting eagerness. Alastor told you about how good you were at listening and giving good advice, and you had told him you loved the way he spoke - the accent, his way of choosing words and the melodic voice he had, and that you liked his laugh. Easy.

On another activity, Charlie made everyone pair up (of course, you were Alastor's partner, and this time you were sure the sticks you drew were marked by Charlie and Husk by the way they had shared mischievous looks) and hug their partner for five minutes. That had been less fun. You were much too aware how averse Alastor was to physical touch, and although he could've had it worse with Angel or Vaggie, you still felt bad when you saw the look on his face as Charlie set the timer. "We don't have to, Al. I can just sit this one out.", you had told him, but with a pained smile, he wrapped his arms around you stiffly, holding you in an awkward embrace. "It's alright dear, just... stay still, would you?" It had been a weird, uncomfortable silence, those five minutes. You avoided any touch yourself and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so to not make it any more weird for him.

It had taken you a long time to understand that the radio demon was, in it's essence, just another former human being turned sinner. A man with a lot of traumas and issues, who had died and gone to hell. Not a good person by heavenly standards... by most standards really, being an overlord and cannibal and all, but in hell that didn't really mean anything, you were all there for a reason. It certainly meant nothing to you. With a lot of work from your end, he had learned to trust you, and in return he let you get to know him, step by step.

But all these efforts could go down the drain at this infuriating persistence of everyone around you to force something that shouldn't be forced. Alastor was already uncomfortable at being touched, already hesitant to share things from his past, or his feelings, already on the fence of showing genuine kindness and trust. The last thing you wanted was to lose all the progress you've made with him.

The feeling of his arms around you had burned itself into your memory, and the scent of him had stuck to your skin for a long time. You weren't stupid, it had been a long time coming, this goddamn crush on him, this fluttering feeling one gets when getting too close to another. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and you could argue with reason all you wanted - it didn't change the fact you liked Alastor more than just a friend. BUT - and this but was important - he never had shown any interest in relationships, romance, love or anything. And that was fine. You were content to have him in your life, and if that was as 'just' trusted friends, you would still take it in a heartbeat.

"Watch out, darling, armchair to your left." Alastor's voice, right next to your ear, made you flinch. "Careful now, the carpet is starting to change into hardwood.", he warned and you nodded, taking careful steps. You had no idea where you were in the foyer, or if you were nearing the door or the stairs. "Are we anywhere close to the finish line?", you asked him and you heard his quiet chuckle.

"Oh no, we still have quite a way to go. Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure you're not going to run into the remains of the cupboard Niffty just destroyed." His hand on your waist, guiding you, made you swallow nervously.

That gesture reminded you of another instance of your friends overreaching insistence - your visit at Rosie's last week. Rosie, your long-time friend, had invited you and Alastor for a dinner party. She had sent a message through Charlie (which should have been your first clue that something was not right), but both of you had decided to go, because who were you to deny her hospitality? You had been surprised to find her emporium so... empty, when you entered. No servants, no other guests, no one. Only you, Alastor and Rosie, sitting in her lounge chatting about the newest gossip of hellish politics before she served a whole feast of venison, various vegetables and side dishes, all of which had looked exquisite and overly fancy.

She had left almost as soon as you and Alastor sat down, saying she forgot to pick up something important from across the colony, and to not wait on her while she rushed out of the room with a glistening smile. You had watched her suspiciously, knowing she was up to something. It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to set you two up, and Alastor seemed to have understood the same, because of the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly uncomfortable and tense the whole evening. It had been a somewhat awkward affair, the two of you eating and desperately chatting, unwilling to waste the food. But you couldn't even get a proper bite down your throat with how much your stomach was twisting.

When Rosie returned, she found you sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, while Alastor was absent.

"Did something happen?", she had asked you with a pinch of impish curiosity, and you had replied "No. Nothing." in a dry tone. She had sat down next to you, asking how dinner had been, and if the two of you enjoyed yourselves. "Oh yes, it was lovely, although your seat empty surely was a little damper on the fun." you had answered, giving her a fake smile. You never saw her that abashed before. When Alastor returned to bring you back to the hotel, the walk had been... silent. Awkward, as you hung on his arm he had presented you, with him unable to look you in the eyes and you not wanting to press him into more talking. When you had arrived home, he guided you through the double doors, his hand on your waist, before quickly saying good night and melting into his shadows to rush away into his room, leaving you alone in the dark foyer.

It was like you were standing on glass, always having an eye out to make sure others wouldn't push too hard and break the thin ice you walked on, with a dangerous fondness deep beneath the surface, too fragile to poke.

"...listening, Darling?"

"Huh? What?"

You felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes, the sudden light blinding you.

"You look a little flushed my dear." you blinked your eyes, only to see Alastor stand directly in front of you, just barely out of arms reach, staring you in the face with a scrutinizing expression. "The exercise is over, we made it through the course without a scratch, I hope I didn't cause you any discomfort."

It took a moment for you to realize that you stood at the edge of the maze of furniture, but what really knocked you off your balance was the way Alastor's head was tilted slightly to one side, his crimson eyes almost boring through you, staring deep into your soul, as if he was looking for you, truly seeing you, and how he reached out a sharp tipped hand towards you with the look of worry on his face. You took a step back, laughing nervously and raking a hand through your hair.

"All good, Al. I'm just glad there's no imprint of my face on any of the cupboards." You saw him jerk his hand back with a pained smile. "Splendid.", he laughed, the edges of it trembling. He looked everywhere but at you, "Shall we join the others, then?"

You followed him to one of the sofas and let yourself fall on the plush cushions next to him. You watched his ears twitch as Angel hollered a jubilant cheer of Vaggie's name, who finally reached the end of the course, the blood on her shins almost dried. Husk patted a panting Niffty on the back with a fond look, while Charlie cheered as Angel bowed for her with a big grin.

"Told 'ya the spicy taco and I could make it out alive and in one piece, Charls!"

Vaggie gave Angel a deathly glance, then sighed. "It's high time for lunch, hon. All the blood loss made me hungry..."

The group collectively agreed and headed towards the kitchen, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You couldn't help but give Alastor, who kept his gaze anywhere else than to you, a look, furrowing your brow. This had to stop, now.

"Charlie, do.... do you have a minute?"

The princess stopped to look at you, her smile disappearing and her eyes widening as she saw the stern expression on your face.

"Uh- Yeah, sure.", she shot Vaggie a look, as if begging for her help, but you just grabbed her hand and pulled her away into a nearby corridor while the others snickered and headed off, telling them to take their time. Charlie gave you a nervous glance, and the pitiful face of guilt only worsened your mood.

"Charlie, I know you mean well, but you have to stop."

"Listen, I didn't mean any harm..." Her face was full of pitiful remorse. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I'm aware of that, Charlie, but you are making Al uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, really, that's not my intention! I just Thought you two need a little push in the right..."

"This whole... THIS might end our friendship all together and I don't want to take that risk! You're even getting the others involved. For fuck's sake, even Rosie is in on it. Al doesn't want this - us, relationship-thing, WHATEVER, and it is not okay for you to press us!"

Her eyebrows shot up. "But you want it."

"What?", you said, irritated.

"You're only talking about him, and his feelings. But what I'm hearing is, that you... you like him, right? You'd say yes to..."

Tears of frustration shot into your eyes. Why didn't Charlie get it? "That doesn't matter. It's not something only one can decide, you should know that. He doesn't feel the same, and that's fine. He doesn't want to be with me, and that's fine. I can accept that. What I can't accept is the way you're hellbent on forcing a relationship on us. He is happy the way we are, and I don't want you and the others to mess that up."

You turn away from her, angry and hurt. "I just... want him to be happy. To have his boundaries respected."

"I... I'm sorry...", Charlie started, but you already walked off.

You were angry. Angry at Charlie, angry at everyone, angry at yourself. Almost at your doorstep, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"Dearest? I'd like to talk, if that's alright with you."

It was Alastor. Of course it was Alastor.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over you, as if he had overheard the entire conversation, and you slowly turned around, swallowing. He didn't seem upset, but his face was calm and serious, not the usual cheerful smile on his lips.

"Of course."

He held the door to your own room open for you, closing it behind him after you entered.

"Take a seat, Darling, if you would."

You sat down, hands in your lap, avoiding his gaze, looking at your carpet with feigned interest. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, a painful stinging sensation in your stomach.

"Darling, would you look at me, please."

With a heavy sigh, you obliged, looking up.

"Al, listen, I'm sorry...", you started, but were interrupted by the radio demon's hand, raising up.

"Please. Let me talk, would you, my dear."

You closed your mouth, and he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I know I'm a... difficult man. And I am not exactly the best in understanding the feelings of others. I also know that the princess and - under her meticulous orchestration - our fellow residents, are quite adamant in their endeavor to try and push us together."

You swallowed, hard. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

"Al, listen, it's alright, I've talked to Charlie and I'll tell the others to stop..."

"Darling, would you PLEASE shut up for a minute?"

The room was suddenly silent. He rarely talked like that to you.

"As I was saying..." He sighed, and you couldn't help but think he was utterly frustrated. You felt horrible. "I don't appreciate it when people assume what I want or don't want."

"Neither do I.", you mumbled, and he let out a laugh.

"That is precisely my point, Darling." Alastor took a few steps towards you, his cane twirling in his hands before he poofed it out of existence. "And as such, I've been pondering for a while how to proceed. The way the others keep pestering us, I thought it's better to clear things up between us."

Your heart sank. So he did overhear your conversation with Charlie, after all. You couldn't blame him. You would've done the same.

"Alastor, I understand..."

"Do you now?", he asked, tilting his head to one side, an incredulous smirk playing on his lips. Lips that were suddenly awfully close to your own. When did he get so close? Why did he get so close?!

Everything slowed down - his arm snaked around your waist, his hand came up to your neck, a thumb caressing the little dip of the bottom of your jaw. Your trembling hands came to rest on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat hammering underneath the fabric of his jacket. His eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes, were fixed on yours, and your breath came out in a shaky sigh before his lips closed over yours, kissing you so softly and sweetly you could barely comprehend what was happening. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket, holding on for dear life, and as he deepened the kiss, you gasped, your whole body tensing, melting, yearning.

It felt like a dream, an out of body experience, and for a short, panicked moment, you felt the cold, hard grip of fear around your heart. What if it was just a dream, and when you wake up, everything is back to the way it was before? What if he would pull away any moment, and apologize, saying he made a mistake?

But the fear disappeared almost immediately, when Alastor hummed contently, and pulled you even closer to him.

You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his hand on your neck got tangled in your hair, how his breath was mingling with yours, and the scent of him filled your nose. The faint smell of spices, old books, wood and something like burnt amber, a scent you would never get enough of.

"Now tell me, dearest, if you understood.", he murmured against your lips, the grin audible in his voice.

"I... might need a little more explanation."

You could almost hear him roll his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, and his laughter against your lips made your heart skip more than just one beat. The sound of wood cracking and a loud rumble snapped both of your heads towards your door.

In a pile of heads and limbs, five bodies fell through the splintered wood of your door frame, groaning in pain, the remains of the door still swinging in its hinges.

Alastor looked at the pile of eavesdroppers, a wide, dangerous grin on his face.

"Dear me, what an entrance. I wonder, did the door offend you, or was that the result of a lack of proper manners?"

Angel, being the first to poke his head out of the groaning mess of sinners, pointed at you with one of his arms, the others fisted the air in victory.

"A-HA! WE FUCKING DID IT, fuck yeah!"

Niffty, the next one to crawl out of the pile, nodded eagerly.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!", she chanted, jumping up and down excitedly on a groaning Husk's back.

Charlie's face came into view, a guilty look on her face as she untangled the others in a hurry, shoving them out of the door.

"Uh, so, sorry, the door was kinda in the way. Didn't want to interrupt anything, sooo, We're just gonna... get back to cooking."

With her tail between her legs, the flustered princess and her entourage vanished faster than the speed of light, leaving you and Alastor alone with your heart pounding fast, your hands still clutching the front of the overlords jacket, and his arms around your waist in a protective embrace, your breaths mingling.

"Would it bother you terribly if I killed them?", Alastor growled low in his throat, his smile widening.

You just couldn't stop grinning. "As tempting as that is... I rather you don't. For now, that is. Ask me again when they are finished cooking."

He returned your smile. "Fair enough, dear."

He closed the gap between you and his lips meet yours halfway in a soft, and most certainly not-enough-to-last-a-lifetime kind of kiss. You thought you could get used to this.

"I'm sure they can handle lunch by themselves, don't you think?", he hummed into your ear. You didn't trust your voice to reply, and simply nodded.

"Wonderful."

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[8myass]

OH MY GOD HIIII ur blog looks supa cool it’s so nice to meet u lele 😁😁

can i be 🧺 anon and request haechan hate sex 🥴🥴🥴 god i’m obsessed w that man

hi hi! thank you so much! of course, you can be 🧺 anon! thank you for making the first-ever request on my page. it was super fun to write this! i, too, am very obsessed with this man, he's genuinely too fine. i hope you enjoy it!! pairing. lee donghyuck/haechan x female reader genre. angst, smut (w plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) wc. 1.6k cw. enemy!haechan, slight bimbo!reader, mean dom!hae, bratty sub!reader tw. alcohol consumption, mentions infidelity and breakup, slight dubcon aspects (bc of the wording, it seems very noncon at first), cursing, mentions blood, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘toy’), face-fucking, deepthroating, degradation, slight praise (typically only ever mixed with degradation), hate sex (obvi), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), ass slapping, pet names (‘babe’, ‘baby’), hair pulling, breeding, haechan’s just mean idk??

“Can you at least pretend to love me? Just for tonight?” Haechan frowned, his vision blurred from an extensive amount of alcohol, hung over your shoulder as you dragged him to your car, somehow being left with the responsibility of taking him home after he was found passed out on your friend’s couch. Your friend claimed she had to clean the party that wiped through her house like a hurricane but fell asleep in the bathroom by the toilet, droplets of vomit littering the toilet seat, and more chunks in the bowl. 

You rolled your eyes, popping open the door of the passenger’s side to your vehicle, “You’re fucking ridiculous.” Throwing him in the car, you shut the door and dragged your feet to the driver’s side door, sitting down to instantly start the engine up. He didn’t buckle up, slouching down in the seat, eyes dazed. You looked over at him and sighed, shaking your head, “What happened to you, man? Why’d you drink so much?”

“My girl cheated on me,” he laughed, the amusement in his tone holding the deepest pain you remember hearing your entire life. “We’re not together anymore.”

You didn’t know how to reply, never feeling so much sympathy for someone who you despised so incredibly. “Do you miss her?”

“How could I not? She was my world all through high school, no one else meant as much to me as she did,” he exhaled deeply, his voice cracking, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. 

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the drive becoming awkward in the quietness. You still didn’t know what to say, unable to comprehend whether he wanted to find comfort in you at such an awful time. 

“It’s right here,” he pointed out the window as you pulled up his street, stepping on the brakes as soon as you heard his words. 

“This place?” you scoffed, looking at him with your typical disgusted expression, accidentally forgetting the deep emotional conversation you two just had. The place was old, moss growing up the sides of the former white-painted house that had now turned brown due to being behind on cleaning. The windows were clouded, blinds pale and stained, the wood of the door cracked. “It’s a dump.”

He sighed lowly, getting out of the car with a quick shove, turning on his heels to look at you, “Can you come in?”

“You want me to come into your house?” you raised an eyebrow, but something told you to accept his offer, “Fine, just until you sober up.”

You unbuckled and followed him into his garbage site that he claimed was his house, watching him chug water bottle after water bottle sitting at the small, two-person table across from him. 

“Don’t choke, I might laugh,” you chuckled as he continued to gulp down the remaining water in the bottle, eyes narrowing while looking at you. 

“You’re annoying,” he huffed, slamming the bottle down on the table. 

“Yeah, not the first time you’ve told me that,” you snorted, “Are you sobered up yet? Can I go now, Mr. I-need-you-to-come-help-make-sure-I-don’t-choke-on-my-own-vomit?”

“Screw you,” he groaned, standing up and throwing away the plastic bottle into the green recycling bin next to his dirtied fridge. You stood up as well, hurrying toward the door, taking that as a ‘get the hell out, bitch’. Typically, that’d be what that meant, you weren’t wrong for thinking that. 

“Where are you going?” you heard his voice right next to your ear as your body was pressed against the door before your hand could reach the doorknob.

“I’m leaving, you’re sober now,” you squirmed in his grip, his thumbs pressed to the back of your hips to hold your body against the chilled wood. “Don’t touch me, let go of me.”

“Why would I do that? I’m finally available, I can finally touch you how I please,” he hummed, one finger tracing down your spine, his opposing hand slipping up your skin-tight dress, pressing his palm against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Don’t touch me,” you growled, squirming more aggressively in his grasp. “You’re disgusting, I hate you. Let me go before I kick your dick in.”

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he managed to flip your fussy form around so he could look into your pleading eyes. In an instant, you were on your knees, cock down your throat, gagging you to the point of tears pouring down your cheeks, slobber coating your chin as his balls smacked the remnants of your filth off your face and down onto your thighs. 

“Fuck, bitch, that’s so good,” he moaned, smirk popping onto his face as his head fell back. Your tongue looped around his cock as he repeatedly fucked your face, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs so tightly that it nearly drew blood. His fingers were laced through your hair, keeping your head in place as he thrusts himself into your mouth. He scrunched his nose up a few times as he felt your teeth brush against his dick, “A little less teeth, okay?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t act like you haven’t done this before, I’m sure you’ve had a cock down your throat every night since we last saw each other,” he scoffed, looking down at the way your eyes gazed at him with a gentle glint in them. You had only just seen him a few days ago, but you have been with a man every night since then. It was a good time killer, how could you not let some random guy fuck the daylights outta you just for funsies? “You never had something so big down your throat, is that the problem?”

You gagged in response to his question, drool pooling out around the seams of your mouth. His cock was coated in your sticky saliva by now, his tip reaching down your throat, precum leaking out around it. 

“You sound so much better gagging on my dick,” he chuckled, forcing himself entirely into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, choking on the cum pouring out of his tip as trails of moans came out of his hung open mouth. “Yeah, that’s so fucking good, babe.”

After pulling out of your weak mouth, you didn’t have much time to bitch at him before you were bent over the table, dress forced up and panties ripped off, already rehardened cock slipped inside your dripping cunt. 

“So wet? Is this for me?” he muttered against the skin of your neck, moans spilling from your parted lips, throat way too sore to reach the volumes you currently were. “Did you like sucking my cock? How about this? Do you like this, hm?”

You frantically nodded as you felt his hands slide up your dress to roughly play with your boobs, thumbs circling over your sensitive nipples, “Ye-yeah, feels good.”

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, you know that?” he growled, smacking your ass after pulling his hand from your boob, the other one still lingering. “Gonna let me fuck you like this after just claiming you hate me?”

“I do hate you,” you scoffed, trying to sound strong, but your voice came out more unstable than you had originally planned. You did hate him, you just might not have hated this moment. The sex was good, I mean, how could you say no?

“I hate you too, don’t worry,” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head toward him, your back pressed against his chest. “I’m using you, baby. Only to pass the time, only to get her off my mind. You are simply a toy, that’s all.”

“You think she’s ever gonna come back?” you mocked, head slightly turning so your eyes could meet his, which had soon turned into a glare directed at you, “I can’t be a placeholder for someone who’s not coming back.”

“Shut the fuck up, toy,” he growled, upper lip twitching as he pushed you back down onto the table, pressing his palm to the center of your back to hold you there as the other gripped your hip tightly, his thrusts becoming harder yet sloppier. 

He was beyond enraged by your comments, and the movements of his own hips against your poor body really showed that. You were a whimpering and crying mess as soon as he became angry with you, almost making you want to sob out an apology, but you wouldn’t degrade yourself so much as to actually apologize to him, it’s bad enough you were letting him fuck you.

“I think you’re gonna make a good cumdump from now on,” he moaned loudly, his moans echoing throughout the rest of the kitchen. “I’ll use you however I please.”

“Scr-screw y-you,” you whined, continuing to be a little bitch to him, not realizing where it gets you. 

He groaned as he continued thrusting himself into you, head falling back as he smacked your ass again at your words. You squealed and dipped your head down against the table, burying your forehead into your arms. Your bodies colliding rocked the entire table, the sound of its creaking spread through the room.

Soon enough, he had let loose strands of cum inside you, feeling his hot liquid fill your insides as loud moans flew out of his mouth, desperate and frantic cries falling out of you, your release also shaking your body, cum seeping out around his cock. 

“Shit, maybe we should do this more often,” he’d say only as he’s rebuttoning his pants and you’re fixing your dress, wiping your mouth of the drool that poured out of the corners of your lips, patting away the dried tears coating your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes and stormed out of his house, ‘hoping’ you’d never see him again, but knowing damn well you’d cave and show up to his place the following night, all for a round two…

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 8

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Entrusted with an undercover mission for Crown, Roger and I headed to a village in the countryside.

We were about to unveil the true identity of the Spirit God who claimed to hold great power when— 

Roger: Did you never learn to let people finish talking while you were in your mama’s womb? Sure, treatment for tetanus isn’t widely available. But if you don’t have it, then you make it.

Spirit God: You can’t possibly…

Roger: As a former doctor, I can.

Spirit God: A…doctor? Lies. You’re just saying that to take my place…

Roger: …Shut it.

Roger cut the man’s ranting with a sharp yell.

Spirit God: …

Roger: While you’re so busy ranting, this little girl’s gonna…die.

The anger in his eyes gave me chills.

(That murderous intent is…incredible)

(...Ah, I see now. Roger’s furious)

(I’ve never seen Roger’s emotions be…laid so bare)

Child’s mother: ……her. Please just save her…!

A powerful cry shook the air.

Holding her dying daughter in her arms, the woman looked at Roger with pleading eyes.

—The man called the Spirit God had his hands bound with rope, and the villagers kept watch over him.

We were given a room where we started working on refining a treatment for tetanus.

Liam: Roger, I brought the drugs you asked for from the storehouse!

Roger: Perfect, thanks. We gotta get the lil’ girl comfortable. Hurry.

Kate: On it!

Roger removed his vest and started looking over the medicine collected.

(There’s not much I can do, but I want to help in any way I can)

Kate: I’ll sterilize the test tubes. You can use carbolic acid, right?

Roger: …O_O

(Huh? Was I wrong about carbolic acid…?)

Kate: Um…Roger?

Roger: I thought you were getting up to something at night. Turns out you were studying medicine.

A large hand ruffled my hair.

Kate: …

I felt like Ale receiving pets.

Despite that…I felt my heart beat a little faster.

Roger: You’ve saved me the trouble. Thanks, Kate.

Kate: No…it’s just some knowledge I crammed in my head. You’re still going to have to guide me.

Roger: Then I’m gonna make you do a lot of work.

(Why am I so happy…to receive praise from Roger?)

Somehow, my heart was beating differently than usual.

(No, no. Knowledge is a part of strength. I was just happy that I got a little stronger)

(...but)

—After selecting some drugs and running tests, a tetanus treatment was refined.

Roger: Alright…now we just need to run clinical trials and then we can give it to people.

(Doing clinical trials means…)

Kate: You’re going to test it on healthy bodies to study the effects.

Roger: That’s right. This time it’s to see if it’s safe to take.

Liam: I’ll do it, Roger. I’m healthy, but if anything happens, it’ll just be to me.

Liam raised his hand first and Roger gave a wry smile.

Roger: Liam. You think I’d just let you give in to your “bad habits”?

Liam: Ah…

Curiosity—that was Liam’s curse.

Roger: Too bad for you. I’m feeling thirsty.

With that said, Roger took the bottle of medicine in one gulp.

Kate and Liam: Eh!

After being stunned by Roger’s bold move, I came back to my senses.

Kate: Roger, what are we going to do if something happens to you!

Roger: It’s fine. My body’s stronger.

(Is it really okay…?)

I was feeling both confidence and doubt toward Roger.

But the man himself…

Roger: We’re gonna have to wait a bit for it to take effect. I’m gonna take a nap. Kate, wake me up in an hour.

With that said, he crashed on a bed— 

Kate: Huh, Roger?

Within a few seconds, he started snoring.

Kate: He…fell asleep…?

I blinked at how fast he fell asleep and Liam laughed.

Liam: Hehe, you couldn’t kill him if you tried. I’m going to check on the villagers. Kate, I’m leaving Roger in your care.

The door closed, leaving Roger and me in the room.

When I sat on the edge of the bed, Roger’s hand fell from his chest onto my lap.

(He’s really asleep…)

His gloved hand was large and bony.

I gently touched his fingers which laid vulnerable on my lap.

(This hand’s killed before)

(And it’s kept many people alive) 

The way Roger’s living, it's like he holds life and death in his hands—a terrible contradiction.

There’s no way a man as smart as him didn’t see that.

He’s an egoist with a rifle as if carrying the sin of killing, claimed to be a former doctor, and lived in darkness.

(...Roger, what are you trying to do with Crown?)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: What are you researching, Roger?

Roger: Cursed Ones—and how to rid the word of them.

~~ End flashback ~~

(Did he perhaps mean—)

I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts.

(...No, let’s not jump to conclusions)

No matter how much I thought about it, I’d never reach the truth about Roger.

(At least, not with the way I am now…)

--

Roger woke up without any issues.

The tetanus drug was given to the infected girl and the villagers watched— 

The girl woke up just as the sun rose.

Roger: …Pulse is normal, no numbness in her limbs. Looks like the medicine did its job.

(Thank goodness…!)

Child’s mother: Thank you so much. You’re a god.

Roger: …Me, a god? Don’t make me laugh. I’m just an ordinary human as you can see. If I were a god, I would’ve rid the world of all its absurdities.

(...Roger?)

Cold eyes betrayed the warmth in his words.

But then  it disappeared in an instant.

In its place was a cynical smile.

Roger: Humans can’t become gods, no matter how hard they try. That’ what makes them so interesting.

Spirit God: …Argh, shut up!

A yell interrupted the peace in the room and we all turned toward the source.

Kate: Huh, Spirit God?! I thought he was captured and kept under watch…

The sudden appearance of the Spirit God confused the villagers.

Man of the village: When did you get free?! Everyone, run.

The Spirit God, who seemed to have escaped on his own, had an ominous smile on his face as the room fell into chaos…

(He’s coming this way…)

I tried to run, but he jumped at me from behind.

Kate: Eek…!

Roger: Kate.

Roger, who was standing by the girl, tried to reach for me, but it was too late. I was captured by the Spirit God.

Liam: Kate…

Roger: …

Spirit God: If you don’t want this woman to be killed, forget everything you saw in this village! That way, I can live as a god again.

(What a mess…Still, he’s surprisingly strong.)

(...What do I do)

His arms wrapped around my neck, cutting off air.

In my desperation, I looked up and met Roger’s gaze.

Roger: …

While everyone else turned pale, Roger was the only one smiling.

(...Huh? Why are you smiling…at a time like this?)

“You’ll get stronger, right”—the amber color happily threw at me.

(T-this guy…!)

(But…)

It’s better to be amusement than to be looked down on for being useless.

(Calm down…and remember what you learned about self-defense from Roger)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: Step two, what to do when someone holds you.

Kate: Hey, wait. What should I do?

Roger: Hey, I told you that trying to force your way out’s gonna make it worse.

First, go limp, like a puppet that just got its strings cut.

~~ End flashback ~~

I calmed my mind and released all tension from my body as I exhaled.

Spirit God: …What the, you got heavy all of a sudden.

(Now.)

While the Spirit God was confused, I pushed his arms up from below.

Roger: Well done, Kate. Now keep leaning forward.

The moment I escaped the Spirit God’s hold, Roger took over.

Kate: …!

A powerful jab in the jaw knocked the Spirit God unconscious.

(His eyes rolled back. He’s completely out…)

Kate: A one-hit K.O…What’s with that brute strength?

Roger: I didn’t tell you? I’m a heavyweight boxing champ.

Wow…

Really?

You’re one heck of a guy +4 +4

Kate: Hmm… Wait! You’re just casually mentioning that you’re a heavyweight boxing champ?!

Roger: Haha, amazing, aren’t I?

(He’s not joking. He really is one heck of a guy…)

I would’ve loved to spend an hour or so asking him about boxing, but I had something else on my mind.

Kate: He’s not dead is he…?

I checked the Spirit God for a pulse.

Kate: Ah, he’s breathing…

Liam: He’s breathing, but won’t wake up for a while. Well, it’s for the best.

(He’s not dead, which is good for now…)

No matter how evil a person was, seeing them die before your eyes left a bad taste in your mouth.

Blonde child: …Mr. Glasses.

The girl seemed well enough to get out of bed and approached Roger.

Roger: Hm, what is it? Does it hurt anywhere?)

Blonde child: No. Um…Thank you…For making the pain go away. And…thank you miss and Mr. Pink…

Kate: I’m glad you’re feeling better.

Liam: Mr. Pink. How cute.

Roger: You’re welcome. This is the best reward I’ve gotten.

--

After waking up, the Spirit God admitted to all his crimes and was sent to the police.

Victor arrived later and told us that the village, which had closed itself to the public, would now open up with financial support from Her Majesty.

As for me—

After parting ways with Victor, who stayed to clean up the mess, and Liam, who volunteered to accompany him, Roger and I boarded the train back to London.

From outside the window, twilight dyed the sky.

Roger: Pfft, haha.

Roger, who sat across from me, suddenly burst into laughter.

Roger: The look on that guy’s face when you slipped out of his arms was a masterpiece.

(Thinking about it…)

A smile formed on my lips as I recalled the Spirit God’s dumbfounded expression.

Kate: Heh, hehe… Wait, why am I laughing. I thought I was about to die.

I glared at Roger, but he just smiled and propped himself up against the windowsill. 

Roger: Sorry, sorry. But the way you handled self-defense techniques honestly had me impressed. Not to mention you secretly studying medicine. So Kate, close your eyes.

Kate: …Don’t do anything weird, okay?

I closed my eyes after that warning.

…Then, I felt fingers touching my neck.

(Lace? It feels like a thin tie…but it’s nice to the touch)

Roger: You can open your eyes now.

Kate: …

I slowly opened my eyes.

Roger: …

Through the reflection of his amber eyes, I saw myself wearing a lovely choker.

Kate: This is…

Roger: A collar of course. You’ve now been promoted from dogsbody to pet. Congrats.

Next

[scarasimping]

wanderer x reader, fluff, wanderer unknowingly pining, hes bad at emotions its okay me too

note: so sorry for disappearing lovelies, have these wanderer crumbs as my apologies...not proofread im so sorry

wanderer, who cant seem to get you out of his head, thinks you put a curse on him of some sort.

something like this has never happened to him before. now, he's starting every morning wondering if you fragile human self remembered to eat breakfast. or if you like coffee or tea with your breakfast. or what your favorite food is. or if you would still feel comfortable eating with him around. or—

wait, why would he be around you while you're eating breakfast?? that would imply he spent the night there and why is he thinking about that??? hy is he even thinking about implementing himself in your life in the first place??

up until now, wanderer had simply talked with you because you were the only one around and weren't as annoying as anyone else. sometimes, you worked together because nahida asked you to accompany him on some mission. but that was it. he was sure he was always careful around you, and you wouldn't have time to put some spell on him that makes him want to wake up with you and eat breakfast together (even though he doesn't really eat. he'd probably just sit and watch you eat).

thats not all he's been thinking about either. some times he finds himself daysreaming about taking walks with you outside the sanctuary of surasthana, or what is it that makes that coy but knowing smile of yours appear on your face. what started the little habits that still present themselves in you now.

wanderer tries to do some digging on what kind of magic you used on him to make him start thinking about you so much, but all he gets is romance books and sappy poems about love. one time, he was forced to listen to some old doctor tell him about how he met and fell in love with his wife all because he went to see if what he was feeling was an illness instead.

wanderer who gives up trying to find out whats wrong with him on his own and, finally, asks nahida for help, because if she can't find anything then maybe it's hopeless.

all for her to tell him that he's not cursed or ill, he just cares about someone.

wanderer, now very confused, outright rejects the idea.

who cares if, now that the idea is in his head, he's wondering what you would do if he told you how he felt. or would you figure it out yourself without him even mentioning it. unfortunately, for a human, you were rather smart.

it doesn't matter that he's imagining you smiling brightly at him, or you leaning on his shoulder, or you trusting him enough to fall asleep in his lap, knowing he'll watch over you.

wanderer who now tries to avoid you, making it way too obvious and you notice it right away.

of course it's normal that he doesn't like being around people, but seeing him literally leave a room just because you, specifically, entered is a little worrying.

wanderer dodging your questions as you run after him, wondering what you did or if something happened, refusing to even look at you.

because when he finally does look at you and he sees that worried expression you have on your face, an unfamiliar pit in his stomach forms and he knows that nahida is right. that old doctor with his love story is right. all those stupid books and cheesy poems that made him gag were right.

wanderer cares about you and is stupidly, hopelessly in love with you. and he hates it.

[auraisereigh]

"Haunted hours"

standalone

Brennan Sorrengail x reader Blurb: Brennan helps reader with Haunted sleepless nights. wc: 4.9 ☆ no spoilers for the books. yet another personal one that happened last night mentions of nightmares, terror, sleep paralysis. overthinking. i did make this one more neutrel so it's not completly how i felt last night but keep in mind its all very emotional and has to do with self-worth and insecurities. Uses pronouns: she/her., i think, i'm actually not sure but i'm too sick to check.

Masterlist ☆ Dragon guide ☆ Star's story ☆ Empyrean guide ☆ Support me

The days have been long, and the nights even longer. My mind is fine during the day, but at night, it spirals. Thoughts wander to unpleasant places, no matter how hard I try to keep them away.

Waking up at the start of the day, I felt fine. I was the same person who tried to be happy and positive about everything, no matter what. You’d barely notice a difference. Almost none at all. The only thing was that my heart felt heavy, and it ached.

At night, however, everything came crumbling down. My emotions and feelings would flood through me, and there was almost nothing I could do to stop them.

Brennan had noticed it, too. He’d tried to get me to sleep, but he always fell asleep before I did. It had been a few long weeks, and it made sense—he was exhausted.

Tonight was one of those nights. I lay wide awake while he slept beside me. I didn’t know what to do. I’d been wanting to read, but I would have to light a candle, and I didn’t want to risk waking him. He needed his sleep. It would be selfish to light a candle.

So I lay there, watching the clock tick past midnight. 1 a.m... 2 a.m...

Sleep medicine felt pointless. The moment I closed my eyes, the worries returned, haunting me. Staying awake seemed like the only way to escape them.

I sat up and pulled off my sweater. The more time passed, the hotter it became. Maybe it was Brennan’s body heat transferring to me. Not that I’d complain—I usually had to bundle myself up because I got cold so easily.

I tossed the sweater toward the end of the bed. At some point, I’d probably become cold again, and then I’d curse myself for throwing it that far.

I felt movement beside me and turned to see Brennan, who was supposed to be sound asleep. But as I looked at him, our eyes locked. His hair was disheveled, a little all over the place, but it only made him look softer.

“You’re still awake,” he whispered. His arm moved to my waist, his hand resting there as he caressed me.

He rolled onto his side and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me close. I let him, resting my head on his chest. I could feel and hear his heart beating. It had become one of the most soothing sounds in my life, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the voices in my head—the ones that kept whispering negative things.

“It’s okay, my love,” Brennan reassured me. One of his hands tangled in my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. I took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent.

He pulled back slightly so we could look at each other, his other hand cupping my face and tracing my cheek.

“You don’t have to talk about it. I know it’s harder for you at night, but I’m right here,” he murmured. His voice was raw with sleep, but his words soothed me in a way I couldn’t explain. Just knowing he was here, that I wasn’t alone, no matter how often I felt that way.

He pulled the thick blanket higher over us, cocooning us in its warmth. Both of his hands returned to my hair, and he pressed a tender kiss to my temple.

“Talk to me,” he said, looking at me expectantly. “Excuse me?” I replied, a little confused. I thought we’d settled that I didn’t want to talk about it now. Why bring it up again?

“Talk to me, smartie. Any fact or folklore that comes to mind. Just tell me,” he encouraged. His voice was smooth and gentle. He knew I’d spent hours reading and studying folklore, facts, and history. It was one of the most interesting things to me, even if parts of history were inaccurate.

I kept quiet for a while, my mind blank except for the emotional weight I’d been carrying. Everything keeps pilling up and there was nothing i could do to stop it, to make it feel lighter.

Brennan reached behind me and grabbed one of my three dragon plushies—a green one. He placed it beside us with delicate care. “What are green dragons known for?” he challenged softly, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Greens are known for being the most reasonable. Their original hatching grounds were at Basgiath, but after unification, they offered their grounds to all dragonkind, as it was the safest place for their hatchlings. It’s unknown whether both green dragon lines shared the same grounds before unification,” I recited smoothly. Dragon lore was my favorite. It also happened to be the topic I knew most about.

His eyes lit up slightly. “There’s my smart girl,” he praised, and my heart swelled at the nickname. I’d always loved nicknames—they made me feel loved and wanted.

He picked up another small plush, a blue one I’d named Tàlaidh, meaning lullaby. The blue dragon was my first dragon plush, and during nights of nightmares, terrors, and sleep paralysis, Tàlaidh was always there to make me feel safe. Even if it was silly.

He placed it next to the green. “What about blues?” he asked gently, his eyes still on me.

“Blues are ruthless, strong-willed, and lethal. They’re intimidating and rule-breakers,” I answered. My head started feeling heavy, my eyelids drooping as I spoke. “Impressive,” Brennan replied as his hand traced my shoulder.

Finally, he picked up the last plush—a slightly larger orange dragon—and placed it between the smaller ones. “Now, my love, what do you know about oranges? But be careful; your answer may determine how long this marriage lasts,” he teased.

I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. It wasn’t much, but even that tiny smile made me feel a little better.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he whispered, softly brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Oranges are unpredictable,” I started, closing my eyes for a moment. “Their original hatching grounds were in the Northern Esbens, but due to their unpredictable nature, they moved around the area a lot.” When I opened my eyes again, he was looking at me with such adoration that it made me wonder how I deserved it.

“And yours? You’re basically obsessed with your dragon,” he teased, his touch on my cheek soft and loving.

“Reds are loyal...” I began, but a yawn interrupted me, and I couldn’t bring myself to say more. Brennan must have noticed. He tucked me in closer, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before resting his head against mine, his arms wrapping around me.

“Let me continue,” he murmured lovingly against my temple. His voice started to fade as I drifted off. “Black dragons are rare. They are extremely smart...” His words became softer, a lullaby pulling me into sleep.

Brennan stopped speaking when he noticed I’d fallen asleep.

“Sleep well, my love,” he whispered. “I know it’s hard right now, but I vowed that I’d never leave you alone. And I never will.”

A promise.

♡

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 8: Hazey

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.4k a/n: oh my god im so sorry (again). i wasn't expecting the fuckin' ao3 curse to fuckin' get me jesus fucking christ anyway first|next

This can’t be. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you. Not with Killer. This was impossible.

Yet…there he was, making out with some random woman dressed in Versace. She was wearing a hideous pink feather coat and jumbo jewelry. You thought you were going to be sick. Your stomach was turning and doing flips. The room was spinning and you weren’t sure what would happen if you tried to move right now. You felt like you were suddenly lost in the ocean. A flood of feelings taking over - most you couldn’t identify.

The screen before you flipped off and whatever trance that had you trapped let you go. Immediately, you fell to the ground, only to be caught by someone - you weren’t sure as your surroundings became blurry. Tears were running down your face and you couldn’t breathe.

In the distance, you heard voices. They were far away and you couldn’t focus enough to make out what they were saying. You were in a dreamlike state. Unsure of what was real and what wasn’t at the moment. As you sat there, suddenly a wave of nausea came over you and you ran outside. Bursting through the balcony doors, you headed straight for the railing, emptying the contents of your stomach - which wasn’t a lot considering you hadn’t eaten dinner yet -  into the sand down below. 

At least everyone was inside so they weren’t in the splash zone.

For a few moments, you stayed like that - bent over the railing, panting heavily as the world continued to spin. You felt a hand on your back, rubbing it gently and it wasn’t long until you felt other people appear behind you. 

Reality suddenly hit you like a brick wall and you finally began sobbing. Loud, ugly sobbing. You could barely breathe, coughing as you choked a little on your own spit and mucus, your head hurt - the whole nine yards. A pair of arms pulled you in for a tight hug, sinking down to the floor with you as you dropped your body. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friends gathered around you for a large group hug as you sobbed your eyes out.

--

When you woke up, your entire body felt like it was made of lead. Your face felt swollen, your eyes could barely open, head pounding so hard that it affected your whole body. 

Then reality smacked you again, reminding you what you saw last night. Sniffling, you moved to wipe your eyes only to realize you couldn’t move your arm. In fact, you couldn’t move anything. You blinked away your tears, looking around. All of your friends had pushed a bunch of beds together to make one large bed, all curled up in mounds of pillows and blankets, clearly having wanted to stay close to you.

You felt like crying more, the headache coming as you felt your nose begin to run again while you laid there and silently cried. You were heartbroken. You couldn’t believe what happened, but you knew you’d be in a worse state if your friends hadn’t showered you in their love. You laid there, feeling so alone despite everyone around you. How are you so loved and so lonesome?

Dive, who had been wrapped around one of your arms, stirred slightly before slowly opening her eyes. “Ah! You’re awake.” Her voice was quiet and full of sleep. 

“It’s fine, D. Go back to sleep.” Your own voice was hoarse, barely audible. Your friend mumbled something before settling back down, falling asleep almost instantly after readjusting herself closer into you.

The warmth of your friends and the sheer exhaustion from your emotions was enough to knock you clean out again; not that you particularly wanted to be conscious right now. 

--

You woke again a little later, not quite sure what the time was or how long you'd been out all together. Hours? Days? Who knew?

Your body still felt like it was being weighed down with bags of sand. Everything hurt, your head was pounding, mouth drier than the Sahara Desert. Didn't that place flood recently? Maybe that's why everything was crashing down. The world was ending. That was the only answer you could come up with why the hell this was happening.

An aroma of something delicious entered your nostrils, but honestly the smell of food made you sick to your stomach despite it growling loudly. Ugh, feeling everything all at once sucked major ass. Hungry but food made you feel sick.

With a small groan, you slowly sat up - successful this time. A quick glance around the room showed that the big, large bed was still made. No one else was in the room, though. A cup of water along with, what you were assuming were, painkillers. 

You could almost cry again. Your friends cared so much. What would you do without them?

Well, you had a feeling of what but didn’t dare dwell on it. 

Two painkillers and some self pep talk later, you slowly slid out of bed. Moving was hard. You sat at the edge of the bed, staring off into space with a million things running through your mind - a million questions. All of them pertaining to what the hell happened - why? Had you done something wrong? Were you too mundane? Too weird? Too everything all at once? Did you say too little? Did you say too much? You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

 Was this some kind of publicity stunt? Surely it had to be but…when you thought about his recent behavior, it didn’t point to that. If it had to be something that he was being forced to do to stir up attention, he would’ve told you about it to prevent you from freaking out. Or asking you if it was okay with you.

The other weird thing was the lack of communication from your cousin and other friends. Why haven’t any of them reached out? To any of you. No one has heard anything from any of them. Their behavior was beyond odd to all of you. No one could get a hold of them, so it’s not like you could go call them up.

You grabbed your phone, staring at it. No missed calls. No texts. And you knew it was the same for your friends. All of you were in the dark with whatever the hell was going on. You felt tears forming again and you took a deep breath as you clicked on Killer’s picture, putting the phone to your ear as you tried calling him. 

And calling. And calling.

You weren’t sure how many times you tried calling but it went straight to voicemail every time as if his phone was dead. You felt tears beginning to fall again. You started to try the others. Your cousin, Heat, and Wire.  All the same. No one would answer. Straight to voicemail. 

What the hell was going on? This was completely unlike all of them. Surely they weren't just pretending all these years. That would be some straight up fucking insanity if that was the case. Fame couldn’t have gotten that far into their heads, right?

You tossed your phone on the bed, burying your face in your hands as you tried to calm yourself down. You were full blown sobbing again at this point, body shaking. You felt so betrayed. The people you trusted the most in your life left you in the dust. It felt like the ultimate betrayal and you didn’t know how to cope with that.

--

You weren't sure when you fell asleep but you sure knew when you woke up. 

Hop burst through the door with a determined look on her face. “Pack up, we're leaving.” No explanation and a no nonsense tone in her voice. She meant business.

You blinked, slowly sitting up. Your face felt tight and dried out from your tears, your head pounding, body feeling heavy. “Huh?” You rubbed your eyes with a small groan, trying to process what the hell was happening right now.

“I said we're leaving.” You blinked. Leaving? Why? Did you ruin the trip? Was this because of you? You felt terrible. Though, you supposed this whole fiasco soured everyone’s mood, not just yours. Everyone was close with them, after all.

“Why? I thought we had a few more days?”

“I didn't say we were going home.”

She was gathering your suitcase, tossing your clothes inside. You watched her for a moment while your brain was still catching up. Then you shook your head. 

“Hop-”

She tossed a water bottle at you. Whether she was ignoring you or didn’t hear you, you weren’t sure. “Drink up. I'm sure you're dehydrated from all the crying.” 

“Hop.”

She didn't seem to be listening as she moved around the room to bag your things. 

“Hop!”

She stopped looking at you, tilting her head to the side. “Hm?”

You shook your head, slowly climbing out of bed and stumbling a bit to find your footing again. You must’ve been in bed longer than you thought. “What's going on?”

She looked at you for a long moment. “We're going to them.” You blinked. Huh? Where? Who?

She sighed, noticing the confusion on your face. She put her hands on her hips, looking at you - straight into your soul. “We're going to their stupid label and finding out what the hell is going on.”

Your eyes widened, speechless. “W-Well, I don't want to b-”

“I swear to fuck if you think you’re going to be a bother after what he is doing to you right now, I’m going to beat some sense into you.”

You just stared at her, your heart starting to race. “B-But work-”

“Your work will be fine without you. Besides, you don't technically even need that job anyway. You're about to graduate and get a better one anyway.” She nodded, moving again to resume putting your things away. 

You just watched her, mind racing again. Going to see him? But it was so far away. And he was busy. And - And -

And she was right.. With all the bullshit he's been pulling - all of them. You deserved some fucking answers. You had every right to be pissed and upset. You felt anger begin to bubble within you.

“Dive and Bubblegum are coming too.” You looked up, not even surprised. The three of you were your own little quartet especially after Killer left. If one of you were going somewhere, the others surely followed. “They're already packed and ready to go.”

She slammed your suitcase shut, zipping it before picking it up. “Now, pull yourself together and let’s fucking go get some answers.”

You felt like you could cry again. Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded with a small smile, standing up to get ready. 

--

After another crying session and a hot shower, you were ready to go. You said goodbye to the rest of your friends. They were gonna stay behind, finish out the rest of the vacation and get the money’s worth. As much as the lot of you wanted to storm the place, you didn't want to cause a crazy ruckus like that - no matter how much the boys deserved it. 

“Come oooooon, y/n. We've been waiting FOREVER!” Dive’s voice rang through the air from the van. She was always dramatic.

“Oh, y/n!” You turned around, seeing Gig come over. He handed you a small tupperware. “I know you didn't eat yet today, so I made you breakfast to go. Make sure you eat it.” He smiled widely at you.

He looked past you to Hop and she nodded. “Don't worry, I'll make sure they eat every bite. They're gonna need the strength and energy if we're gonna rip some new assholes.”

You couldn't help but snort at her comment. You looked back at Gig, giving him a hug. “Thanks, big guy. I'll be sure to eat it all.” You nodded at him but before you could go anywhere -

“GROUP HUG!”

Next thing you knew, all your friends surrounded you, making a massive dogpile of a hug and you almost burst into tears again. Despite everything you were going through, they made you feel so loved. A dark part of your mind was questioning if it was all fake - like with the boys. With Killer, but you shoved that part far away. You weren't about to let such dark thoughts take over your mind. This was all you had holding you together. That was a road you didn't want to go down. 

You let the warmth and love wash over you, getting rid of those more rancid thoughts. 

--

After some more heartfelt goodbyes and see you soons, you were on the way. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest with how crazy it was beating. 

The four of you talked about some nonsense. You ate your breakfast that Gig made you. He wasn't the best cook, but you weren't complaining. It was also an incredibly sweet gesture.

“So what's the plan?” Dive asked. 

You looked back at her before looking to Hop. You had no idea. This wasn’t your idea, it was hers.

“We're going to walk in and demand to see them.” You blanched. What a plan. Foolproof. Nothing could go wrong.

“What if they don't let us?” 

“Make a scene.” The thought mortified you. You weren't one who liked being the center of attention. After all, you’ve been turning down being in Kid’s band for years.

“We should've had everyone come with us. That definitely would make a scene.” Dive pouted slightly. 

“Well, everyone is also busy.” You sighed. “We shouldn't make a scene. I'm sure there's an explanation for everything. I'm sure there's a misunderstanding. Maybe it's a narrative being pushed by the company. Maybe-”

“Slow down there, champ. We'll get our answers.” Bubblegum grimaced as he cut you off. “And they better be good. Not only are they hurting you, but all of us. How do you just abandon your entire group of friends? It doesn't make sense. Dropping all of us is insane work.” He folded his arms, glaring out the window. 

There was a solemn moment in the car. Each of you were thinking the same thing. How could they do something like this? And all of them? Had fame really gotten to their heads that quickly and violently? It didnt made any fucking sense. None of this did. 

“I should've suspected something when they started texting less and somehow all of their phones shit the bed at the same time,” you grumbled, folding your arms and leaning back in your seat. 

Were you so blinded by young love? You two had been together for just about two decades now. You thought you found your forever love but…

The thought was making you tear up again.

Before you could get too emotional, Hop turned on the radio. She had in some mixtape of songs she put together. Songs all of you enjoyed. She turned it up and began to sing really loudly. 

She looked at you from her peripheral, winking. You rolled your eyes but smiled. Then your favorite song came on and you couldn't help but join in on the song. After that, Bubblegum and Dive joined in too, chaotic singing being belted in the car. 

--

The trip was long. It gave you plenty of time to think of what to say. 

Only you still had no fucking clue what you were going to say. Were you going to yell at him? Cry at him? Demand answers? Beg for him to take you back? What if you saw the others before him? 

There were so many unknowns, yourself being the biggest one. You truly had no idea how you were going to react. There were so many possibilities and the sheer anxiety was making you feel sick.

“It's gonna be okay, y/n.” You looked up at Hop. 

“Yeah. I'll bite the shit outta him if he dont got a good excuse,” Dive piped up from the back. 

“And I'll use my secret shiv.”

“Okay, let's not end up in jail,” you said slowly, though you felt flattered they were willing to go to such lengths for you. You supposed that they were hurting too. You weren't the only one they were ignoring. Everyone felt the sting. Everyone had been so close and this caused turbulence, but the lot of you seemed to grow closer - the group chat being busier than ever.

“Can't go to jail if I don't get caught.” Bubblegum smirked to himself, folding his arms and looking out the window. 

“Gum, you're not stabbing anyone.” You weren't about to let one of your best friends go to jail.

“I never said-” 

“Or slicing. Or anything. Keep the shiv in your sock.”

“How did-”

You turned around in your seat, looking at him. “You act like I'm not your best friend. I know you keep the shiv in your right sock and then a package of nerd clusters in the left one.”

He just stared at you before narrowing his eyes and pouting. “Whatever,” he grumbled, looking back out the window. 

You smiled proudly ro yourself, turning back around. 

“Where do I keep my shiv?” Dive asked. 

“You don't have one. You just bite the shit outta everyone. But you do keep jolly ranchers on you at all times and then just bite them when you eat them like a lunatic.”  

Dive said nothing, just cackled and kicked her fit with excitement. She could be truly unnerving when she wanted to be. You suddenly heard a crinkling of a wrapper and you knew she was cracking open a jolly rancher right then and there. Then you heard the godforsaken crunch noise.

“All I know is that we better get some fucking answers or I’m burning down the place.”

“Hop, you're not going to jail for arson again.” It had only been overnight, but it was still jail nonetheless. She had been lucky that they never had evidence other than she was nearby.

She didn't say anything, only rolled her eyes and grinned. You also knew that she was the one you had to worry about. Bubblegum and Dive were pretty good at listening to you, but Hop wouldn't. When she had her sights set on something, she was going to get it. Especially if her or her loved ones were hurt. She was unpredictable too.

You didn't blame her, but you didn't want her getting arrested on your behalf. 

“I can't lose you on top of them, okay?” Your voice was soft that only she could hear and that seemed to hit deep. She readjusted herself, gripping the wheel for a moment and sighed. 

“Okay.” 

You settled back into your chair. This was the last leg of the journey. You were anxious and the constant tension of your body wore you out and you fell asleep.

--

You woke to your friends having a conversation louder than they thought. “Is this it?”

“I think so?”

“Why don't we ask y/n?”

“They're asleep.”

“So? Wake them up.”

“I want to let them sleep just in case things go south. Let them get plenty of rest now-”

“Y'all talkin’ bout me?” you mumbled, waking from your sleep. You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh shit, y/n.”

You straightened up in your seat, looking at the window to the building before you. “Yeah, this is the building. I remember Killer sending me a picture when he got here.”

You climbed out of the truck and stretched, still waking up and not really processing what was happening yet. 

The others hopped out of the car with you, joining you. 

Finally, you straightened up, looking at the building. You stopped, feeling your anxiety slam into your body again as you stared. Your eyes wide as you seemed to zone out. This was it. You were going to walk away with answers. You were either going to walk away still in a relationship or single. Your heart was either going to be in one piece or burst into a million.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the tall building with bright pink lettering that read:

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[leakyweep]

Eustass Kid x Reader; Baby

A/N; GERMANY I always love your ideas and this was so much fun to write!! Also sorry for the corny argument I really couldn't think of anything else lmao

Words; 2.0k

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, a little sub Kid hehe, overstim, penetration, degrading, please let me know if I missed anything :) minors DNI

Kid sighed, grumbling curses under his breath as he pulled his comforter over himself. He wasn't joining you in your cabin on the ship tonight; opting to stay in his own room after your argument with the red-haired menace.

"Kid, it wasn't anything like you're thinking. I fell!" You turned to your boyfriend, a furrow on your brows. "He caught me. Are you really jealous of your best friend, right now?"

Kid's face was comparable to the color of his hair; maroon and heated. He had walked into the kitchen, witnessing you in the arms of Killer. You had tripped, and he had caught you in quite a precarious position. You wanted to smack Kid across the head for even thinking anything like that, but you knew his temper was worse his listening skills.

"It fucking looked like he was enjoying it-his hands in places only my hands should be," he said, a sneer tearing at his lips. He couldn't help his possessiveness; it was a defense mechanism, a front for his fear of you leaving him because of who he was. How deviant and dangerous he could be. You knew his words were just uttered out of emotion, but you couldn't help but look at him incredulously.

You turned to his door, your arms crossed. Before exiting, you looked over your shoulder. "If you really believe that, you must be a self-righteous bastard. Killer would never do such a thing to you. And neither would I." You spat the words, insulted that he would think that of either you or his best friend. Before he could respond, you shut the door and retreated to your own cabin.

Now here he was, tossing and turning at the lack of your presence. He had always fallen asleep so easily with you; whether it be after an intense fuck that had both of you passed out naked before you could clean up, or after venting to each other and silently falling into your dreamlands in each other's embrace.

Now, it had been a few hours since he spoke to you, and he had actively ignored the gentle rapping on his cabin door about an hour ago. He didn't want to face you, and you knew that.

He knew better than to seek you out, especially after he cleared his head and realized he was wrong. He'd never admit that; but you also knew that. You just understand him so well, no matter how much he denied it. So, he suffered in silence, staring up at the ceiling, out the window, to your panties lying on the floor...

He was so frustrated, so tired after his emotions flared up, and he just needed to get his mind off things; so he grabbed the lacy fabric, raising it to his nose and sniffing your essence from them. It was like drugs to him, feeling as if your scent consumed every one of his nerve endings.

He reached to pull down his boxers, his dick still soft. He closed his eyes, imagining the night you had worn these panties, the teasing way you bent over to drag them down your soft legs...

He palmed himself until his hardness was aching and his tip was swollen, and he covered his cock with your panties. He started to pump himself gently, groaning at the feeling of the scratchy fabric dragging down the underside of his length. A bead of precum oozed from his slit, swiping against the panties and covering his cock in a slight lube for the time being.

The sound of your moans from his memory filled every corner of his brain, the gentle sound making him grunt your name as his hips bucked up into your undies, and his thoughts were no where near the argument from before, his pupils blowing with desire as he stared at the lace covering himself.

"Shit..." he rasped, his eyelids drooping back down. His hand engulfed his shaft as he worked himself faster, stopping at the tip for only a moment before continuing his fist down. His balls were slapping up and down in time with his movements deliciously; and he didn't even notice as you stepped into the room as he was lost in the naughty fantasy going on in his head.

He only knew of your presence when your palms snaked around his thighs, jolting him back to reality with a quick gasp. Your eyes half-lidded and your lips turned upwards in a lustful grin, you couldn't help but take his panty-covered cock in your own palm, beginning to pump him a lot more gently than he had been with himself.

"Aw, my baby didn't wanna admit he was wrong, so he decided to use my panties to get off?" You chuckled, shaking your head, "You're such a perv."

His length bobbed at the contact of your hand and the nature of your words, his neck snapping to turn away from you. His cheeks were turning red, and he was embarrassed you had caught him panty-handed.

"What the hell are- nngh- are you doin' here?" He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the way your hand was squeezing his shaft delightfully.

"Well," you started, reaching two fingers to his chin to turn his head back to you, "I'd rather fuck than stare at the ceiling and count sheep to be honest." You smiled at the way his face was flushed, how his fingers were bunching parts of the sheet, and you knew that you had your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

"Yeah? I thought you said I was a bastard?" He asked boldly, like you weren't controlling his pleasure. You stopped the movement of your hand, noticing how his hips bucked up ever so slightly. He tried to keep his face steady, but you also noticed the slight strain in his features.

"I can still think you're a bastard and fuck you," you whispered, your tone sultry. You discarded your clothing to the floor, motioning to Kid's pants pooled around his knees. "Take those off."

Usually, he'd scoff and fuck you senseless for even thinking you could tell him what to do; but he knew better than that right now. You were right and he was wrong, so who was he to deny you this? Even a deviant such as him couldn't deny that line of thinking. He kicked the trousers the rest of the way down, forgetting them at the end of the bed, your figure straddling his lap much more important in this moment.

"Finish what you started, baby. I'll wait right here for you to cum, and then I'll reward you. Sound good, love?" You said, your voice twinged with lust-filled sweetness. Your eyebrows were set downwards, your tongue rolling over your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend cut his eyes.

"Babe-"

"Kid. Now." Your voice was stern, and he knew then that there was no argument here; he was going to finish and you were going to watch. He felt a lump form in his throat and he found himself suddenly unable to speak. Your eyes were fiery, bold, and his wrist seemed to almost move to his dick and start pumping on its own, as if you were controlling him like a puppet.

He worked himself, squeezing as his palm moved downwards before pausing at the base and moving back up quickly. Your stare never left his cock, as if you were a cat ready to pounce. Your eyes half-lidded, your tongue darting across your bottom lip every time his balls bobbed in time with his wrist, your breasts squished against the bed as you laid on your stomach to watch him intently... it was making him so hard it hurt. Every ounce of blood in his body was seemingly drained into his dick by your presence, just the thought of you watching him make himself cum all over his own stomach while thinking of you, while you were right there, was driving Kid mad.

He let out a pitiful grunt, his hand tightening and his pace quickening. "Fuuuck-" his voice was strangled, as if it were taking every ounce of energy to fuck himself into his hand and not your mouth that was right there, "You fuckin' enjoying this, slut? The way- shit- the way I get off just thinkin' about that tight little pussy? Can't wait to shove my cock in you- mm-"

His body jerked, thick spurts of white cum staining his abdomen and stomach. His hand was squeezing the life out of his cock, his head tilted upwards to moan wantonly into the air, like music to your ears.

You hummed gently, your hands slowly snaking their way up his thighs and to his lats to hold his torso down, suddenly mounting his lap after he was fresh out of an orgasm. He barely had time to gasp before you were smothering his sensitive cock with your aching pussy.

"Wha- mmph! D-damn, fuck-!" he couldn't even fathom a word that wasn't a curse as his overstimulated cock twitched inside your pussy, making you mewl gently. You began to gyrate your hips, your mound connected to his abdomen still as you relished in the way his swollen, tender head rested at the edge of your cervix. Your hands were planted against his chest, his own fingers reaching up to grip your wrists.

"Don't complain about your reward, baby," you cooed, sweat beginning to bead at your forehead. You swiveled your hips on his cock, spelling out your name with a smile. He felt it; and he matched your grin as his teeth caught his bottom lip. "Doesn't it feel so good, so sensitive and- aahh!"

Your dirty words were cut off by Kid, who had stilled your hips with his arm, fucking up into your squelching cunt quickly and mercilessly now that his dick didn't feel sensitive as all hell. Breathy moans and rough growls, squishing sounds of your pussy and slapping noises of your hips bouncing on his lap, none of the most sinful noises were absent as Kid fucked up into you with vigor and pride.

He had let you take the reins for a moment; but he needed to be in control now.

"Reward? Slut, you are my reward. Now, shut up and take my fucking cock." His hips met yours with reckless abandon, determined to make you forget the argument from before. It was definitely working.

The bed creaking ceased as you slammed your hips down, your pulsing walls choking his length and head and sucking him into your orgasm. A shuddering shriek of Kid's name and something that sounded like "coming" spilled from your lips, your juices coating his cock and abs, mingling with the dry cum from his previous meat-beating. Your body was twitching and goosebumps painted your skin, every single last nerve in your body taken over by pleasure at the feeling of Kid's cock jammed into your g-spot.

Kid wasn't far behind, painting your inner walls with his spend, his mouth full of curses and filthy calls of your name. They were shouted out into the heated air, uncaring for what poor soul walking around above deck would hear.

You stayed positioned on his cock, cum dripping from your stretched entrance, leaking onto Kid's balls. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat of your temples and forehead, and Kid reached down to move the strands and kiss your face. It was hot and sweaty, but he didn't seem to mind as he was covered in a mixture of both of your fluids.

"So... was that your apology for being wrong?" you asked with a chuckle, gazing up at him with an adoring gaze.

He just chuffed, "Tcch, sure. If that's what you wanna call that." He rolled his eyes, the blush dusting his cheeks only a little noticeable. You kissed the skin where his neck met his shoulder, running your tongue around the marks you hadn't even recalled making during the intense debauchery.

"A win is a win, baby!" you laughed, doing a little victory dance. You had forgotten you were still impaled on his hardness, and the way you wiggled on his cock made the head brush against your swollen sweet spot, making you squeak. Kid laughed.

"That's what you get!"

[vale-writes]

smutty wyll thoughts pt. 2

HORN HANDLEBARS. HITS POST.

tags: gender neutral reader, reader’s genitals are not described, some fluff/hurt-comfort, top!wyll, bottom!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!wyll, light dom/sub dynamics (reader is just spoiling and taking care of him), mentions of act 2/3 spoilers, unprotected sex, creampie

wyll was really insecure about his devil horns. most nights, when he thought you’d fallen asleep, he’d look at himself in the mirror, wondering how you could ever see him as anything other than a monster. he’d spent his teenage years and entire adult life hunting devils, and now he was one of them? the thought was too much to bear.

you stirred in the silk sheets and came up behind him, gently hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.

“you know i love you, right?” you murmured into his soft skin.

“even if i look like.. this? even if i’m a monster?” his voice quivered slightly. his words were barely above a whisper. he feared if he spoke them too loudly, he wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of emotions that’d follow. he sacrificed everything for baldur’s gate, protected the innocent, and this was his repayment? this was how a hero was rewarded?

“wyll, dear,” you said as you placed a hand to his jaw, pushing his face to meet yours. “you’re not a monster. these horns, your eye, they only show me how much you love the people of the sword coast. i don’t see a devil. i see you, wyll ravengard. the man who spared karlach, against everything you’d been told, because you saw the innocence in her eyes. the man who made an impossible deal to save baldur’s gate. the man who walked in step with me the entire way to the netherbrain and fought to save all of faerûn.”

you held his face in both of your hands, gazing into his eyes. “so no, you’re not a monster. you’re love.”

he stared into your eyes for a long moment, not saying anything. “you really think so?” he asked quietly.

“i don’t think so, i’m telling you so.” with that, you put out the candle illuminating the space in front of the mirror.

“well, who am i to argue with you?” a small smile flitted across his face in the dark of your shared bedroom. he pulled you into a deep kiss, sliding one hand behind your head and the other to your hip, pulling you in close. your hands fell down to his chest. he let out a small gasp as they traced over the sensitive ridges on his neck and shoulders.

“good boy,” you whispered and felt him stiffen in surprise. “glad you know not to argue, dearest.” you gently pushed on his chest, making him walk backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. he immediately sat down, pulling you in to straddle him.

“please, gods, call me that again,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“dearest? i call you that all the time, darling,” you teased. he could feel your shit eating grin against his lips.

“you know what i’m talking about, love,” he groaned.

“i don’t think i do. can you remind me?” you pulled off your night shirt with a quiet hum.

he buried his face in your neck and whined, “please, love, call me your- your.. good boy again.”

“ah, there you go, my love,” you cooed as you traced his horns, earning a shudder from him. “you’re such a good boy for me.”

the moan he let out sent vibrations through your entire neck. you started to massage the base of his horns with one hand while you ran your thumb of the other over the ridges on his neck. you could feel his warm breath speeding up on your throat, his cock starting to harden under you.

and then you started grinding on him.

his hands instantly flew to your hips, trying to regain some semblance of control. he let out a moan that almost sounded more like a wail. he’d never thought to touch his new.. sensitive areas. in fact, he’d actively avoided going anywhere near them, too afraid to accept the fact that a devil’s curse could ever make him feel good.

“shhh, baby. it’s okay. you can be a good boy for me and take it, right?” you said as you ground harder onto him. he nodded frantically.

“y-yes, of course i can do that-“ he was cut off by his own moans as you licked a stripe along his neck ridges. you helped him pull off his shirt, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan of pleasure at seeing his alluring body. you ran your hands up and down his torso, your fingers catching on the old scars and the new ridges. wyll leaned back onto his elbows to better drink in the sight of you on top of him. he let his head fall back with a moan when you started kissing and marking his chest.

“please, don’t tease me any more. i can’t- i can’t take it,” he said, his voice straining with desperation. “i need you. now.”

“well, who am i to deny my prince any longer?” you purred, standing up to pull yours and his pants off. you untied his underwear and slid them off his legs after he obediently raised his hips for you. you left a few kisses and nibbles on the inside of his thighs, earning whines and a hand in your hair from him.

“please, please my love. i’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t i? please just let me inside of you,” he begged through heavy breaths. you let out a content hum and pulled off your own (now soaked and sticky) underwear before returning to your previous position in his lap. he reached a hand out into the darkness and let out a small gasp when he felt how.. excited you were. just the idea of you getting this turned on from touching him got wyll even harder. his elbows dug deeper into the mattress when you dragged the tip of his cock over your hole a few times before starting to push it in. the so-called “ridges in unmentionable places” rubbed along your own unmentionable place wonderfully, ripping a few whimpers from your chest as you continued to guide him into you.

once wyll had bottomed out inside of you, you both sat quietly for a moment, just trying to adjust. he’d pushed himself back up off his elbows to wrap his arms around you and rest his forehead on yours. you inhaled his scent, one that always smelled like the forest, no matter what perfumes or oils he put on. your heat was so tight around him he felt like he could never- or rather should never- pull out of you. and his cock stretched you so nicely that you thought he might as well have molded you to fit him perfectly.

“can i move?” he whispered breathlessly into your ear.

“oh, darling, don’t lift a finger. just be a good boy and take it,” you moaned as you started to move, rising up and slamming yourself down onto him. both of your moans filled the room. the air got hotter from your bodies and breaths. as you ran your thumb along wyll’s wet lips, you thought, “is he.. drooling?” you giggled a little and kept going faster and faster, wanting to hear those broken moans fall from his lips forever.

“i can’t-“ he gasped. “it’s too much- you feel too good, i’m going to-“ wyll fell back onto the bed, grabbing your hips and bucking into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. his dick hit a new spot inside you that made you see stars, but you had to snap out of it and get a hold of yourself.

“now, prince, did i say you could cum?” you asked with fake sympathy. “don’t you want to be a good boy and cum with me?”

“i can’t-“

“you can, and you will.”

he swallowed down his moan as his dick twitched inside of you. he was too embarrassed to admit it, but he got ridiculously turned on when you took control of him like this.

so, you can imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to not cum right then and there when you grabbed him by the horns to face you again. he let out one of the loudest moans you’d ever heard from him when your gripped his horns and started using them as leverage to get him deeper inside you.

“there we go,” you moaned, panting. you were close and he knew it.

“yes- yes please use me however you want. please let me make you cum, my love.”

it was one, two, three more thrusts before you came all over him. he suddenly had a death grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his cock so he could finish inside of you, letting out a wail of pleasure before burying his face in your neck again. you felt his warm cum fill you up and then some. it dripped out of you and onto the shaft of his cock while he softened inside of you.

you pulled him into a passionate but gentle kiss, holding his face in your hands while you both caught your breaths.

“i think- i think i’m starting to like the horns and bumps,” he chuckled.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader) Pt. 8

wc: 3.3k

Warnings: Jake being an idiot, cursing, Gabby and Rooster being adorable,

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“Gabby I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed into the phone, “I know he said that stuff to push me away, I know it's not how he really feels, but what kind of person can say that to someone they love? He probably doesn’t even love me…”

“Y/n don’t say that,” Gabby’s comforting voice brought more tears to your eyes, “you know he loves you, we all do, but you gotta remember its Hangman we’re talking about. He doesn’t know how to love someone this much. He’s from Texas, he doesn’t know how to have feelings.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears that had pooled in the crease of your nose, “very fair.”

“I’m so sorry he did this…” Gabby stuttered, “I have no idea why. We talked to him just the same day he called you, like literally hours before, and he told Rooster that he believed in you guys…”

That only made you sob harder, “then which one is it?” You coughed, the emotions overloading you to the point you thought you might throw up.

“Sweetheart oh my god,” Gabby’s heart broke for you, and her blood ran cold thinking of Hangman and how he could hurt you like this, “I don’t think you should be alone right now”

“There’s nothing I can do about that Gabby. It’s a long weekend, I have no friends here who know anything about my personal life, I have no money to go anywhere, I’m stuck,” you ranted to her.

“Alright then I’m flying you down”

“What?” You squeaked, “Gabby you’re not doing that”

“Yeah I am,” she pulled out a computer and started typing, you just stared at her dumbfounded over the phone, “send me your TSA number honey, we’re getting you out of there”

“Gabby,” you ran your hands over your forehead, “a flight to San Diego would be like $400 this last minute, it's ridiculous. I’ll be fine, I’m not-”

“Y/n just hush. You’re my best friend, you need support, and I need to see you. Plus, my husband’s in the military, I get flight discounts, and I have access to his credit card and he’s gonna be away at sea so who’s gonna know”

“You’ve got this deployment thing down don’t you,” you laughed at her

“We’ve only been married a few months but I’ve been with this idiot for years, and not once has he questioned why thousands of dollars leave his bank account every time he goes away. Honestly I don’t think he’s smart enough to remember how much money he had before he left…” She rambled while she booked your flight, “Can you be at the airport at 6 tomorrow? Direct flight to San Diego at 8:30…Roo and I can pick you up?”

“Gabby, I mean this sincerely, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled at her,

“Suffer…probably,” she giggled, making you laugh too.

“Thank you Gabby, you’re the best”

“I know I am,” she flipped her hair, “anyway I gotta go soak up some Rooster time before he leaves for forever…”

You giggled, “I don’t want to know details…I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

“Love you more, go get some sleep, and don’t forget about your flight please!”

You blew her a kiss before hanging up. Luckily, the emotions from Jake’s phone call had drained you for the day, and you fell asleep pretty easily after the talk with Gabby. After all, you had a flight to catch in the morning.

—

“You better give me a big hug right now,” Gabby said as she walked towards you, arms wide open, as you exited the airport and the warm California air hit your face. Your lip quivered at the sight of your best friend, your tired arm threatening to drop your duffel bag as you embraced her and let your tears flow.

“You’re okay sweetie, you’re here now,” Gabby comforted you as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” you sobbed out, “I’m so happy to be here”

“Awww, I know,” she pulled away and grabbed your face, the widest smile across hers.

“Ladies, this is cute and all,” Rooster yelled from the car, “but this is 5 minute parking and this pilot isn’t looking to get banned from the airport anytime soon…”

“Oh calm down pendejo,” Gabby grabbed your bag from you and threw it into the trunk of the car. 

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you caught Rooster’s apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror, the sorrow in his eyes nearly making you break down again.

“Still haven’t heard anything from Hangman?” He asked, the bronco slowly moving out of the line of cars waiting to pick up passengers.

“Ay!” Gabby exclaimed, slapping the back of his head.

“What?” Rooster threw a hand up in defense, hunching over the steering wheel to avoid his wife’s swing.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Gabby hissed before turning around to face you, “I’m sorry honey, Mexico did a number on his brain apparently,” she joked as she muttered curses in Spanish to herself. Gabby and Rooster had just returned from a short but sweet honeymoon in Mexico, of which you heard many….maybe too many…intimate tales.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, “um I haven’t heard from him.”

Gabby and Rooster shared a knowing glance.

“Not to keep making you guys play middleman but…have you heard anything?”

“Um…” they both said in unison while staring at each other.

“You can tell me, guys, I’m pretty sure I’d rather know than not.”

Rooster sighed before turning to his wife, who then turned back around to face you.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause I didn’t want you to get anxious,”

Too late, you thought to yourself.

“Jake knows you’re here…”

“Oh?” You felt a punch in your gut, the feeling of anxiety creeping into your throat as Gabby watched you process, “does he-”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Gabby placed her hand on your knee, “you’re here to relax, not appease him. We’ll answer any questions you have of course, but I want you to spend this weekend how you want to, no matter what, okay?”

You sighed, questions and concerns filling your mind, “Okay,” you shook your head. Relaxing was probably the last thing you could do right now.

—

“I think I need to see him,” you muttered as Gabby helped you put your toiletries away in the guest bathroom.

Gabby sighed, “okay, whatever you want, but do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, is it? Did he say anything about wanting to see me?” You reclined against the bathroom counter, arms folding across your chest.

“Of course he did, Y/n, he feels like shit for breaking up with you, I know he regrets it. Rooster said his flying’s been off the past couple days, says he’s been extra dangerous, whatever that means.”

“Shit,” you panicked at the thought of him burning in, “yeah I need to talk to him”

“I’ll call him then, let him know to come by?” Gabby asked, waiting for you to decide where you wanted to meet him.

“I think I’ll just walk to his place,” you said mindlessly.

“Babe that's like a mile from here, why would you do that?”

“Give myself time to think of what to say? Time to abort the mission?” You sighed, leaving the bathroom to begin your pilgrimage to Jake’s.

“Alright, well, let me know if you need us to pick you up. I love you!”

“Love you too, wish me luck,” you yelled from the stairwell before departing.

—

Hovering your fist over Jake’s door, reality finally hit and anxiety flooded your body as you contemplated what the hell you were doing at Jake’s door three days before he deployed. 

“Y/n what the fuck?” You whispered, fist returning to your side as you promptly marched down his driveway, praying he hadn’t noticed you there.

He had.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice muttered from behind you, the Texan drawl of the man you loved barely identifiable over your own whispers. Stopping dead in your tracks, the anxiety bubbled up once again and this time threatened tears from your eyes. With a deep breath you turned around to see him.

Jake stood shirtless in his doorway, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his hair spiked and disheveled. The home behind him was dark, no blinds open to let in the midday sun of San Diego, and likely no ventilation for the better part of the last couple days. His eyes blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the light, the hand not clasping the doorknob shielding his green orbs as he trailed up your figure.

“Hey,” you croaked, tears beginning to slowly track your cheekbones. You didn’t move at all, you stood static on his driveway, arms crossed in front of you in a shallow attempt to comfort yourself.

“Come in baby,” he said groggily, breaking your heart to hear him call you such a loving nickname in such a tender way. The tears grew more frequent as you shook your head and walked towards him, arms still crossed until you reached the doorway and stood mere inches from him. 

He was impossible to read, but the one emotion you could identify was sympathy. Even Hangman, the hard-to-crack fighter pilot with confirmed kills, couldn’t stand to watch the woman who owned his heart stand in front of him shaking with sadness that he caused. You reached up to wipe away your tears, closing your eyes briefly, and just then you felt his strong arms around you. Jake pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck and stroking your back with his strong hands.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. You cried harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from him as the consequences of his actions finally caught up with his emotions.

“The things I said to you were-” he lifted up his head and stared upwards, searching for words, you remained nestled into his chest as you cried, “they were appalling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything after Rooster told me you were here, I should have tried to see you. I just didn’t know what you’d want…”

“Jake-” you cut him off, peeling yourself off his bare chest to gaze into his eyes which were now also brimming with tears, “we need to talk about this stuff”

He nodded. You needed answers, he needed reassurance, talking was the only thing you could do. He let go of you and welcomed you into the house. Just as you had expected, he hadn’t opened a single window in the whole home, the air stagnant and dark, and the smell of dirty dishes beginning to creep through the building. You walked over to his couch, sitting down on the warm fabric that had obviously been the host of his body for the past couple days. He sat next to you, knees barely grazing yours as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

“Jake, do you remember what you told me on the beach at the beginning of the summer?”

“That I loved you?”

The past tense stung.“No, the part about you burning in, about what Phoenix was saying about you being safer…”

“Oh,” he glanced downwards, “yeah I do”

“Jake, you told me that you were flying safe because you were scared of losing me, that you were scared you’d miss out on our life, on our memories. You told me you wanted to see where we end up, and that our love motivated you to be a better pilot,” you fiddled with his fingers as you spoke, “and Rooster told me you haven’t been flying safe lately,” your throat choking up the more you thought of him being careless, “and I just don’t get why,” you finally sobbed.

The sound of your voice breaking finally brought Jake’s attention to you, concern and pity filling his eyes as he watched you struggle to explain yourself.

“I don’t get why you push me away. I don’t get why you tell me one thing and then do another. I don’t get why you put yourself in danger for no reason, why you put your career and your life on the line….to what? To prove some point?” Tears pooled on your cheeks while your eyes searched the room for some semblance of comfort. “The things you said when you broke up with me hurt, they hurt me to my core, but the thought of you throwing your life away out of spite hurts even more.”

Jake was speechless, his green eyes glassy under scrunched eyebrows as he finally felt the pain you had been enduring because of him.

“The life I want is the life I share with you. And I went into this relationship knowing distance and deployment and all that shit would be a factor. You did too. I’m prepared to go through anything for you…because I want those memories, Jake. I want to hold you and kiss you and dream of you while you’re gone. I want to move into your stupidly undecorated house on base when I graduate and be here for you every night when you come home,” you gestured to his bare walls, eliciting a small chuckle and nod from the hard-to-crack military man who had tears dropping from his eyes.

“God Jake the love I feel for you is endless. I gave you my heart, I gave you myself, don’t give those things back to me.” You stopped talking, the emotions overwhelming you to the point where you removed your hand from his and tucked your knees up in front of you, bundling yourself into a ball while Jake processed everything you said.

“I think…” he began, his eyes searching every part of the room except where you were, “I think we should take some time to think about all this,” he slowed down as he said the last few words.

Your tears dried up, shock overtaking the sadness. You didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect him to mean the things he said, to mean that he didn’t want to be with you.

“So you meant it?” You questioned, eyes finally meeting his.

“What?” He asked quietly

“You meant the things you said. The things about us? About me?”

“No, Y/n. I’m sorry for the things I said to you. They were hurtful and wrong and downright disrespectful. You’re a sweetheart and I’m sorry. I just mean I don’t think it's smart for us to jump into things right now, not with my deployment and your school.”

“What are you saying,” you cut him off.

“I think maybe we should just wait to date or something, til I’m back…”

“Jake,” your voice cracked, “I can’t do that,” you sobbed.

“You don’t think it's a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“I’m gonna be waiting for you either way. I’d rather be waiting as your girlfriend than just some girl who's heartbroken and doesn’t even know if the man she loves loves her back.”

“You’re not some girl, Y/n, you’re my girl,” he rubbed your arm.

Shrugging him off as the confusion overwhelmed you, “no I’m not Jake. You broke up with me, you told me we should wait. Those don’t exactly go hand in hand with being ‘your girl,” you stood up to leave, he stared at you bewildered, “I’m leaving. You need to make up your mind, I’m tired of being confused about how you feel about me.”

You walked through the dark house to his door, opening it and letting the harsh California light hit the living room where he still sat on the couch, eyes never leaving your frame. 

“Good luck on your deployment, Jake,” and with that you took one last look at him and left the house, closing the door behind him. As you walked away, you held out for the possibility that he would open the door and come running out with an apology. But he didn’t. You walked the whole way back to Gabby’s without a word…without an ounce of clarity…just confusion like you had never felt before.

—

The remainder of the weekend went by without a word from Jake. Occasional glances from Rooster after he got a text or got off the phone let you know that, per usual, you were the only person out of the loop when it came to your relationship issues. Nevertheless, going through this breakup without Gabby would have been impossible, and her support meant the world to you.

Monday came around and it was time for the pilots to leave. The debate of whether or not to go had lived in the back of your mind for the better part of the weekend, eating away at you when you tried to close your eyes. Ultimately, after lots and lots of thinking, you had decided not to go for multiple reasons. For one, it gave Gabby and Rooster time alone during a special moment…and it also gave you the upper hand over Hangman. Despite what he told you, you knew Jake, and you knew he’d expect you to be there to wave him off. 

“You sure you don’t want to come, honey?” Rooster asked you as he walked by the couch where you reclined in their living room, dressed in his flight suit.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you sighed, sitting up to face him. “I know he’s gonna expect me to be there. And I want to be there for him…but I can’t let myself keep getting hurt. I can’t let him know that he can keep hurting me and I’ll come crawling back…”

“You know, as much as I love Jake, and as long as I’ve known him,” Rooster began, “I think you’re doing the right thing. You’re showing him you’re prioritizing yourself, which is important. He’s an asshole, he needs to be put in his place.”

“He is an asshole isn’t he,” you and Rooster laughed together.

“Alright honey,” Rooster ruffled your hair, the nickname he always called you by making you smile, “I’m outta here. I’ll keep my lips sealed to Jake for a bit, but you know how to reach me if you want me to tell him anything, okay?”

He grabbed his bags, “or if you just want to chat, I’d like that too.”

“Bradley!” Gabby’s piercing voice ran out from upstairs, “we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

“Down here, baby!” He yelled back.

Gabby came running downstairs, “You’re ready before me?” She asked out of breath.

“Yeah?” Rooster said sassily, “why are you so shocked by that?”

You giggled at the couple, making Gabby sneer at you.

“Don’t you dare laugh with him,” she pointed at you, making you and Rooster laugh harder. She sighed before walking down and embracing her husband.

“You can’t wear this flight suit in the home, Brashdaw, otherwise you’ll be late to everything…” she flirted before kissing him, his hands gripping her hips.

“I love you, Gabby,” he kissed her again.

“Y'all are gonna make me throw up, go get on a boat or something Roo,” you pretended to gag as you got up from the couch.

“Bye Y/n,” Rooster said, letting go of Gabby briefly to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead, “don’t be a stranger”

“Back at ya.” you gave him a smile, “don’t like die or anything….Gabby would kill you”

Your friend laughed, giving you a brief nudge before opening the front door for Rooster. She shot you a quick wink before closing the door behind her, the sound of the bronco starting not long after. 

And with that, you sat back down on the couch, left with your own thoughts and the slightest feeling of regret and worry beginning…what if you never got to say goodbye?

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Run Rabbit

Marvel | Starker

Peter has bad luck with boyfriends. The kind of bad luck that means his previous two boyfriends have ended up mysteriously dead. At least he has Tony. A stead fast and loving friend who his taking him to his cabin in the woods to get away from it all. So far away from the city, all alone, Peter might finally be able to relax. He really owes Tony for taking such good care of him…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: kidnapping, noncon, yandere!Tony, referenced/discussed murder, graphic violence, blood play, gun violence, fear kink, sadism, blood as lube

For Aech <3

The air smelled like flowers and freshly churned dirt. It was much too gentle a scent on much too gentle a day for Peter's second funeral in only six months. He knew what everyone thought. That somehow this was his fault. The police had questioned him for hours this time. First Harry, the best friend he'd grown up with who had never given him the time of day as far as romance. At least not until college. Then Quentin, whom he'd only been dating for about a week. He hadn't even really been ready, but Quentin had insisted he would feel better if he moved on and Peter did just want to be happy again.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You ready to go, kid?" Tony asked. His voice was gentle and comforting. Too gentle once again. They were the last to leave. Even Quentin's parents were long gone. Peter just couldn't shake the guilt.

"Do you think they're right? Is this my fault somehow?"

"Did you kill him?" Tony asked simply.

Peter flinched. "Of course not!"

"Then don't worry about it." He squeezed his shoulder. Peter turned around and looked at his face. He was such a comfort to have in these moments. Even if none of this affected him. It wasn't his fault he wasn't great at emotional advice. At least he was here.

"Thank you for coming, Tony. I don't think I can do this alone."

The man gave him a small smile. "Anything for you, Peter."

He almost smiled back. "I think I'm ready to go now."

Tony offered his arm and Peter took it, glad for the comfort of physical contact. They walked back to Tony's car parked to the side of the narrow cemetery road. The shiny black metal was at contract in the natural landscape. It seemed cold. Yet those leather seats were warm as Peter sunk down in the passenger seat. He was safe in here. He was always safe with Tony. The man gave his hand a little squeeze before starting the car.

The drive was long and quiet. Tony grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped him in it when he started to cry. He fell asleep leaning against the door. He woke each time the car stopped. Tony kept trying to feed him at every gas station fast food place, but he just wasn't hungry. And he fell asleep every time the tires touched the highway.

Tony had a cabin up in Maine. The long drive was well worth escaping the city. Getting away from whatever demon had cursed his life. At least here it would be just him and Tony. No boyfriends to get murdered and no murderers to come after him. He was safe here.

Tony made dinner. It was warm savory comfort food. Finally, Peter felt hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, but Tony put a plate of chicken and gravy in front of him and he couldn't get enough. He finally felt himself relax. He was safe. Everything was okay now. And Tony was so easy to talk to. It was nice to laugh again.

They ended up sitting on the couch talking by the fire as the sun set.

"I know Quentin wasn't great for me," Peter admitted. "It still hurts that he's gone."

"That's normal," Tony said. "There's someone out there for you though. Someone who makes you happy." Peter looked away from the fire to Tony's face. Tony's eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

"Someone who loves you unconditionally, who makes you laugh. Makes you feel safe. Someone who would do anything for you."

Peter laughed awkwardly at his intensity. "Yeah, wouldn't that be nice."

A hand came to rest on top of his. "I would never allow anyone to hurt you, Peter."

"Thanks-"

"I know what they did to you. How Quentin was pushy even when you were unsure. How Harry didn't give you the time of day until he realized how easily he could have you. They didn't deserve you."

Peter pulled his hand back. "What are you saying?"

"You don't have to worry about boys like that anymore, Pete. I'll take care of you."

"That's really sweet Tony but-"

"But?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did all of this for you, Peter." Peter leaned away from him. What was he saying? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Then he laughed lightly. "No, it's okay. You don't understand yet, but you will."

Peter looked at the man. Really looked at him. He seemed deranged in a way that made his hair stand on end. A sixth sense told him to run. He wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a predator.

A hand stroked his hair and he flinched. Tony pretended not to notice. "You're smart. I'm sure you're putting it together. Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just love. Love can make a man crazy."

"You killed them," Peter breathed.

Tony nodded. "I did. I saved you from them. You don't have to suffer sleeping with lesser men now. I know it was me you always wanted."

"Yeah..." Peter's hands were shaking. What should he do? He couldn't stay here with a murderer, but Tony wasn't going to just let him leave.

Tony smiled. "See, I knew you'd understand."

"Yeah, of course." Tony took his hand away and Peter was grateful when he changed the subject. It was concerning how easily he moved on as if murder were nothing at all. Peter almost thought he imagined the whole conversation. He tried not to let the terror show. He needed to stay calm, find a way out without pissing him off. He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." Tony reached for him and Peter pulled away. He just came closer until he could wrap his arm around him. His hand stroked his cheek. The concern in his eyes seemed almost real. Maybe it was to him. "You've been through a lot, I know it's scary. Let me help you."

Tony left the couch looking for something. Peter glanced at the door. It was just around the corner of the couch. He could make it if he was quick. He glanced at Tony again. His back was to him. He could make it. He could...

Peter lurched to his feet and ran, but his fingers fumbled on the lock. When he grabbed the handle and pulled the chain snapped tight. Tony grabbed him around the waist and the sharp prick of a needle stung his neck.

"It's okay, Peter," Tony cooed. He dropped the syringe and pet his hair. "It's okay. Sleep tight, Petey."

Dull light from the window woke him as the sun rose. For a moment he was groggy. He rubbed his eyes, sore and raw from crying.

Peter watched Tony's chest rise and fall. He was still asleep. If there was going to be an opportunity, this was it. He moved slowly, dragging himself across the bed in such small increments it felt as if the floor were miles away. When his feet finally touched cold wood, he froze, watching Tony's face. When he gave no sign of waking, Peter slipped out and laid the blanket down carefully in his place.

He tiptoed through the cabin until he found his shoes and jacket. Then he faced the door. Was there an alarm? He didn't see one. He didn't see Tony's car keys anywhere either. His head was scrambling, trying to come up with a plan, but he had no idea where he was. He wouldn't even recognize the roads since he slept the whole way up. He looked at Tony still asleep on the bed. The best thing to do was to get away. Find help. He couldn't just stand there waiting.

He turned the dead bolt. Then he unhooked the chain. He didn't look back to see if Tony woke. If he broke his momentum he'd freeze. He turned the lock on the door knob and opened the door. Then he was out.

Peter closed the door slowly behind them and turned the knob so the latch wouldn't click. He walked carefully down the steps, but once his feet hit the grass he ran.

The morning air was cold enough to sting his face. The low light of the rising sun cast shadows in the trees that heightened his paranoia. He hadn't gotten far when behind him heard a bang.

"Oh, Peter!" Tony called back in the direction of the house. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The sound of his voice made him stumble and he realized how much noise he was making. If he could hear Tony, then Tony could probably hear him. He stopped and crouched with his back to a tree. What should he do?

Tony went quiet. He couldn't hear anything. No yelling, no footsteps. He risked a look around the tree trunk and saw nothing. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way. Maybe he thought Peter would follow the road. Too many maybes. There was nothing he could do but run again.

Tree roots threatened to trip him if he didn't look down. Branches smacked him in the face when he didn't look up. This forest was old and dense and unfriendly to someone who didn't know the first thing about nature. He tried not to think about what that meant when he was being chased by someone who spent the fall season using this place for a hunting cabin.

"Run, Peter Rabbit, run!" Tony's voice laughed through the trees.

He was too close. Peter was afraid to look back and see how close. He was younger, more spry, that had to be enough of an advantage right? He could out run him.

Pain stole all thought from his mind. He screamed, vision going white, and fell forward onto the ground. He rolled through the leaves and stopped on his back, holding his thigh. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He tried to examine the wound, but the sight of blood and tissue made his head spin. He dragged himself to his feet, sobbing through the pain, and started running again. Adrenaline pushed the pain to the back of his mind but not for long. He felt cold and tired. He took his jacket off and tied the arms above the wound as tight as he could get it. It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't. Tony was going to catch him.

He dropped to the ground, but he kept crawling. He won't kill me. He wants me alive. He told himself.

Tony tisked behind him. "Were you even trying to get away? You left quite a trail." Leaves crunched as he came closer. A foot planted on the back of his wounded thigh made him scream. For a moment he thought he might pass out. Maybe it would be better if he did. He couldn't look at him, couldn't pull his head up from the dirt. He didn't know the monster that stood over him.

"Sweetheart," Tony crouched beside him. "You can't get away from me." He ran his fingers gently through his hair only to grab a fistful at the nape of his neck and pull his head to the side. His pupils were so wide that his eyes gleamed. Peter's stomach twisted as he realized the mistake he'd made. It was the chase that thrilled him.

"Let me go." He could taste dirt stuck in his teeth, but that was the least of his problems.

"If I let you go you'll bleed out. Is that what you want? Do you want to die in these woods where no one will ever find your body?"

"You don't want to kill me, Tony. You love me, don't you?"

He smiled sweetly. "You know how much I love you, but if dying cold and alone is what you really want..."

He let go of his hair and his head dropped back to the ground. He barely had the strength to lift it again. "No, please," Peter whimpered. "Help me please, Tony."

A gentle hand stroked his hair. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt him moving. Then something slid over his back like an uncoiling rope. His arms were pulled up over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I caught a rabbit, didn't I?" Peter struggled as he looped the rope around his wrists, but he was quick and the rope dug into his skin as he pulled. Tony stepped off of him and tied the length around a thin tree. He pulled a knife from his hip and a grin spread across his face. "I have to make sure my rabbit doesn't get away while I skin him."

"What? No!" Peter squirmed, but Tony pinned him with a hand between his shoulders. He felt the knife scrape over his lower back where his shirt had ridden up and he still. "Please- please," he sobbed.

The knife slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Tony pulled up and the cotton split. He ran the knife down to his ankle on one side then cut through the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at this leg." Peter couldn't help the pathetic sounds he made as fingers prodded at the wound in his thigh. "You want the good news or the bad news first?"

"What's the bad news?"

"Well actually," Tony laughed. "It's the same either way. You're not gonna bleed out."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't put together what part of that was the bad news and Tony didn't give him a chance to think it over before he told him without saying a word. The cold edge of his knife found the fabric of his briefs and in hardly a second the fabric was torn and his ass was bare.

Peter kicked with his good leg and tried to squirm away, but Tony climbed on top of him, knees hugging his thighs. "Tony stop! Stop, please- don't!"

"Don't start begging just yet, kiddo. You'll get me too excited. I want this to last."

Peter sobbed. He clawed at the ground but he couldn't crawl away and there was no shaking the man off. He was only hurting himself as he grew more fatigued. He felt Tony's cock, hard and hot against his ass. He let his head fall into the dirt, tears making mud on his cheeks.

"Spit or blood?" Tony mused. His hand covered the hole in his thigh and he pushed. Peter screamed, he felt blood gush out into his palm. He was so dizzy and cold now. He didn't react other than to moan in pain as Tony forced his cock inside him.

Tony sighed as he bottomed out. "So perfect for me aren't you?" Peter trembled. He cried into the dirt as Tony moved his hips, slowly, fucking him like they were lovers and his cock wasn't slick with Peter's own blood. It hurt as the blood dried and turned sticky, but Tony didn't stop as he cried harder.

"Please stop," Peter begged. "Please Tony please!"

Tony groaned. "Fuck, keep begging."

Peter bit his lip, disgusted to hear him getting off on his pain, but Tony grabbed him by the hair and growled in his ear. "You want this to be over don't you? Open your slutty fucking mouth and beg me or we'll do this until the sun sets."

"Please! Let me go," Peter sobbed. "Stop please- it hurts!"

"Fuck, that's it." Tony let go of his hair. He pulled his cock from his tortured ass, a hand on his lower back pinned him in place. Tony groaned as he came and Peter shuddered, feeling hot cum splatter on his ass and in the hole in his thigh. "Fuck," he groaned again.

Tony sat panting for a moment. Then he got up and untied Peter's hand. He was too tired and in too much pain to move. He didn't even complain when Tony rolled him onto his back and picked him up.

He carried him back in the direction they had come. "Don't worry, Petey. I'll get you patched up and in a week or two you'll be ready to run again."

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑺 . ᵛᵃʳᶤᵒᵘˢ ˡʸʳᶤᶜ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗˢˑ . PART 2.

"you are the reason i'm smiling."

"one day you will find someone who will love you the way you deserve."

"your skin's not so tough."

"i'll leave a tiny cut."

"there'll be a lot of blood."

"you are my angel."

"you are my crime."

"i'm gonna miss you when you leave."

"you're probably right."

"i don't wanna fight."

"i should think before i talk."

"i should think about my life."

"it's just so hard."

"i know how really sad you are."

"i'm probably gonna leave real soon."

"just wanted to let you know."

"you probably don't even know what that means."

"it's french."

"i know what it means."

"you don't have to be so mean."

"you probably don't understand what i mean."

"who was i kidding?"

"i can't get past you."

"better than nothing at all."

"i fell asleep in the front seat."

"i'm too tall."

"come on, baby."

"calm me down."

"i feel fucked."

"i'm gonna go get so stoned."

"there is someone else there just like me."

"i know cpr."

"i know mouth to mouth."

"i swear to god the devil made me do it."

"bad habits are the hardest ones to break."

"our love is a dangerous game."

"i cannot walk away."

"i'm full of shit."

"i just want this to mean something."

"it's gonna look like mud."

"i will help you swim."

"it's no big surprise you turned out this way."

"i begged you to stay."

"hey man, i love you ... but no fucking way."

"i'm sure we find something for you to do on stage."

"it should have felt good."

"kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face."

"i wanna contribute to the chaos."

"i don't wanna watch."

"i am through finding blame."

"that is a decision that i have made."

"she hopes i'm cursed forever."

"sometimes i cry."

"i guess it's true what they say."

"i am emotional."

"i wish we were forever laying on the santa monica beach."

"heavenly bodies make the devil a little uncomfortable."

"there are some things i was just born to be."

"it's such a big city."

"i feel so stupid."

"i was so bored before i met you."

"i met you and everything changed."

"you should admit it."

"i probably won't."

"i'm just saying it's a bummer, man."

"i guess i'll go."

"you were my baby."

"you were too good."

"i should've known."

"you were a cross my hands could never hold."

"tell me what i need to hear."

"i asked her to sit down."

"allow me to try and explain myself."

"i can still hold a knife."

"if you ever twist my arm again, i'll be sure to put up more of a fight."

"i'm a sucker."

"i am still in love with you."

"love is simple, just like mud."

"i thought i didn't have to care about anything."

"it's funny you should ask..."

"it's freezing."

"you look so sexy."

"come on, [name], speak a little french to me."

"i was just another thing you left behind."

"i don't remember."

"one, two, three ... "

"everyone say cheese!"

"turns out it was a video."

"i have felt so lost for so long."

"this love will be never be convenient."

"it's not like a movie when we kiss."

"all i want is to want nothing."

"it just doesn't make sense."

"why can't it work out in my head?"

"let's talk about it."

"meet my pregnant girlfriend."

"watch my bank account run dry."

"it's not easy."

"hey [name] , if you still believe in the lord above .. get on your hands and knees and pray for us."

"the past few months were pretty rough."

"i've never cried like that before."

"i'm just preparing for nightmares."

"nothing feels alright now."

"crying like a baby solves nothing."

"so what, so where do i go?"

"now i am happy."

"there are answers here."

"there is nothing wrong with my lifestyle."

"breathe in. hold it , hold it . now let it out."

"it's just not who i am."

"i'm talking way too fast."

"he's looking at me."

"i wish the light would turn green."

"i'll move to florida."

"you can't touch me."

"i don't feel like singing."

"i don't really like these songs."

"i don't feel like dancing."

"let's keep it quiet."

"keep me in love, keep me believing it's with you."

"god forbid i ever stop feeling sorry for myself."

"this is not the way i plan on living for the rest of my life."

"it gets me by."

"the thought of starting over always sounds so much better."

"next thing that i know i was removing all my clothes."

"i don't regret it."

"you were the best i ever had."

[i-love-oliverwood]

ENOUGH FOR YOU || DRACO MALFOY

NOT MY GIF!

inspired by enough for you by oliva rodrigo!

warnings- toxic relationships, cursing, mentions of sex, and i think that’s it!

summary- draco and reader have been dating until she figures out he’s cheating.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚��𝐞.

You picked at your nails anxiously, your heart aching and feeling almost sick to your stomach. You were sprawled out on your boyfriends bed, longing for him to walk through the door of his dorm. This has been happening almost every night, Draco coming to his dorm way too late when he knows your waiting for him.

You two have been dating for almost two years, you just wish you were good enough to make him the happiest boy at Hogwarts. But you don’t seem to be. And you’re not sure you ever will be.

Tears filled your eyes making your vision blurry. You’re not stupid, you’ve seen other woman around him. He can't contain himself. You let him treat you like this because you love him so much. But it’s gotten out of hand. I can't keep breaking my own heart like this by staying.

Draco came back to his dorm after hours of you waiting. You were fast asleep, so you didn't hear him come in. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, making you groan as your eyes fluttered open.

"Hi, baby." He whispered, placing his lips on your cheek.

You pushed him away and sat up, "Where were you?"

He sat up, giving you a confused look, "I told you, I've had detention every night."

"Really? You expect me to believe that." You scoffed, "Draco, I know what's going on, so just be a man and tell me."

"Y/n, I don't know what you're going on about." He awkwardly chuckled, "Let's get back to bed. Okay?"

"No." You shook your head, "I love you but I know you're out with other girls. I know you are, Draco. Please just be honest with me."

He stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with you. I was right. Hot tears streamed down your face, I was hoping somehow I was wrong and he really was at detention but I was right.

"Okay, maybe I'm not as interesting as the girls you're hooking up with. But godric, you couldn't care less about someone who loved you more." You explained while standing up.

"No, Y/n. I'm sorry, I love you. I really do." He stood up, begging you to stay.

"Don't tell me you're sorry, Draco. Feel sorry for yourself."

"I don't love those girls. It's always been you, I love you. I just felt like you were never satisfied with me, you always seem mad at me."

"That's because I knew you were out there, fucking other girls while we're still dating! You say I'm not satisfied but that's not me, it's you!"

"I'm so so sorry." He grabbed your arms, "I never wanted to hurt you, baby."

You shoved his arms off of you, "No, you don't get to do that. I really don't want your sympathy. I just want myself back." Your voice cracked at the last words, a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded! You left me alone in YOUR dorm crying and wondering what I did wrong. But it's not me, it's you."

He stayed silent, staring at the floor. He gulped, "No, remember, how much I love you? I know how you take your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. I even read all your self help books, so you'd think I was smart." He softly chuckled through tears.

"That's not enough when you're out breaking my heart. I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. I should of listened to Hermione, you would never change for me. I ruined all my friendships for you. And yet, I'm not enough for you." You stormed over to the door of his dorm, "And all I ever wanted was to be enough for you." You sighed, looking at him one last time and walked out of his dorm.

Years went by, you hadn’t seen Draco since you graduated from Hogwarts. And haven't even spoke to him since the night you broke up. You have a new boyfriend now. Fred Weasley. And he treats you like the only girl in the world. It's all you ever wanted, to be enough for someone.

You work at the joke shop with Fred and George. Nothing special, pretty much just a cashier but you couldn't be happier. You finally have someone who loves you as much as you love him.

The bell on the door rang, hinting someone had just walked in. You looked over from curiosity and it's someone you hadn’t seen in ages. Draco fucking Malfoy. He was with his friend Theo. He stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes on you. Your lips curled into a small smile and you waved. Fred and George were in the back, otherwise Fred would've probably kick him out.

"Hey." Draco stood in front of the counter. "It's been awhile." He smiled.

"Yeah, it has." You let out a chuckle, "How are you?"

"Decent." He nodded, "How about you?"

"I'm pretty good."

"That's good to hear." He grinned before his face turned serious, "Listen, Y/n. I'm really sorry about how things ended between us. I was a stupid kid and didn't realize I had a bloody brilliant girl. I hope you can forgive me."

You sighed, "You were an idiot." Then you laughed, "But that's in the past, Draco. I forgive you."

"I hope you're everything to somebody else." He let out a shaky breath, "It's the way I should of treated you when you were mine."

You nodded and smiled, "Yeah, been dating Fred for a while now. He's thinks that I am so exciting. Which is great, because all I ever wanted was to be enough."

"It's good to hear that, Y/n." He returned your smile, "I wish you and Fred the best. I know that I didn't just break your heart, I broke so much more than that. And there wasn't a day that went by, where I didn't wish you nothing but happiness. Again, I'm sorry."

"Thank you, Malfoy." You sighed, "I hope you'll find someone that makes you as happy as Fred makes me. And I know you can make some girl, really happy."

He chuckled, "It was good seeing you."

"Likewise." You nodded and he walked away with Theo and out of the shop. I wonder if the only reason he came in here was to see me. But you felt like you both needed that closure and I truly hope he finds happiness one day.

"Hello, love." Fred came out from the back, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Because I know I found mine.

[aliciachimera]

"alicia should really be asleep but is still awake" thoughts

i've certainly felt a spike of negative emotions arise this past week, making me question myself, my motives, my own sense of right and wrongs, and most important, being more in tune with my own emotional needs.

i want to be a good person, a good friend, a good Everything. but that isn't the same as Being a good person, being a good friend, nor anything else. obsessed with the Idea of good, rather than its execution, obsessed with others opinions of me, i fell really hard into losing sight of my own personality and my own limitations as a person. and consequently, i'm frequently emotionally unavailable, i'm teetering on burnout that doesn't quite resolve, i'm struggling with my anxiety and depression. giving myself unattainable goals that don't serve to improve myself, only punish myself in vain attempts at improvement.

i think its a part of maturity, of realizing that i don't Need to cater to satisfying the layers of concentric ideas of my own idolized self that only serve to tie my own self esteem to the validation given by my peers to feel Correct with myself. in other words, its a recipe for disaster when i inevitably find out that this whole Process in my head, is overthinking, is something that people don't really worry about themselves, is something that i have to train myself to avoid having it overload my thoughts and push me into despair.

years of emotional trauma does things to a motherfucker. the path of least resistance, conflict avoidance, a cycle of abuse that ends up getting internalized when i end up recognizing that my negative behaviors are indicative Of manipulation and a desire to control others to get what i want by controlling the distance i am with others. being hot/cold, being close and being far on a whim. This Does Not Mean I Am A Bad Person. my actions are a consequence of the people i grew up under, the experiences and fears i've faced and been put under turmoil. and confronting that underneath my mask, is a part of healing from that, as uncomfortable as it is.

i've struggled with this for years. and its certainly a toxic behavior that's pushed away people who used to care about me but have decided that its better not to let me ever get close again and i Regret that it happened. anyone who personally knew me and speaks ill of me, actually Has good reason to, as kind and warm as i am to others nowadays. i struggled to even say I Love You to people i cared about in the past because i was Ordered to say it back or else it'd make my parents upset and verbally hostile towards me.

but that's a part of recovering from generational trauma and overall family issues; recognizing it, analyzing it, Understanding it. that most people out there aren't a hair trigger away from being mad and seeking to insult or punish me for saying something they don't want to hear. most people aren't going to enrage and yell and lash out at me and break my things if i don't do what they tell me to do.

so what happens now? i'm 26 years old, i'm still subservient to my family's whims and demands even if they don't scream in anger at me or break my possessions but that Fear still lingers inside of me if i don't follow their orders. it unnerves me, freaks me out. if i don't follow my mom's orders, she'll get mad and yell and curse at me. she'll insult me across my appearance and weight and other things to dig at insecurities, and make a point of "trying her best with ungrateful kids". if i don't pay rent to my aunt, she'll continue to badger me asking when i'll move out, that she's giving my mother and sister a place to stay and food to eat, holding that against me.

fffuuck, right? trying to focus on my work becomes impossible when my family put their needs over my own, and so things slow down, the plan doesn't fall into place, and i'm forced to ask others for help when i need it most. none of what i ask for, is ever taken for granted. every bit is either to food, to bills, or to rent. but it frustrates me being unable to secure a salaried job to actually, save up enough money to move out and leave all of this behind.

"i'm a servant confused why others aren't acting the same." and That is the core issue of my morality, of doing what i am told, of fearing punishment for insubordination, for those who Are, that i cannot fathom myself to Be, so long as i live here. "nobility and kindness" are euphemisms for being a spineless pawn.

i can break free, i can be my own person. someday, i won't live to make others happy. i will make myself happy, and others will naturally join me for my own revelry. and i will be Alive.

[gnomeyflamingo]

Teacher: “We have new students today. More souls to share my profound misery with.” 

Acco: “High school’s weird.” 

Meanwhile… 

Atreo: *sobs* “Omw- Narratively I'm devastated but moodlet wise I'm fine, how does this makes any sense?!” 

*Misses class having a distressed nap*

Acco: “Hmm brownie sliders, also weird…” 

*writes diary in the toilet for some reason* 

Acco: “Dear diary, my first day at high school has certainly been unusual. I’m part of a betting pool about who principal Summer is having a baby with. I think it's Don Lothario."

Atreo: “Kiry I’m having the worst day.”

 Kiry: “I’m sorry to hear that." 

Atreo: "I just wanna go home and mope." 

Kiry: "Oh but I thought we could spend some more time together after school and catch up properly?” 

Atreo: “We should but can we do it tomorrow?"

Teacher: “Keep studying everyone. Ignore Miss Ito serving her in-class detention because I don't want to stay after school.”

 Esma: *writes* “I won’t catfish my teacher on Simder, pretending to be a sexy astronaut.” 

Teacher: “For 6 months!” 

Esma: "... It was 8 actually."

Teacher: “Yes! 8 months I chatted with her, telling her how much I loved her, planning our life together, picking baby names. What’s wrong with this generation?!” 

Atreo: “This is gonna be on the test isn’t it?” 

Teacher: “Yes.”

Teacher: “Anyway, putting my emotional devastation aside, Atreo brought in something special today. Spicy Dragon, his childhood toy. Atreo, come up here and tell us all about it.” 

Atreo: “... W-What?!”

Everyone suddenly t-poses and choruses: “Talk about it. Talk about Spicy Dragon Atreo. Explain yourself.” 

Atreo: “Oh no. The curse!”

Atreo: “AHHHHHHHHHHHH! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!”

Kiry: “Woah, Atreo? You alright?” 

Asmara: “What’s the matter bae- uh, I mean friend?” 

Zehra: “It must be the curse only I know all about… Poor Atreo.”

Teacher: “Mr Atherstone, are you alright? I’d tell you to go to the nurse’s office if we had one.��� 

Atreo: “I-I’m not, sorry, I- Can I leave?” 

Teacher: “We don’t support such an action I’m afraid. Your grades will suffer.” 

Atreo: “Fine. I’ll just wait it out.”

Atreo: “Today was the WORST!” 

Acco: “Aw, let me distract you.” 

Atreo: “Please!”

Acco: “Who do you think Principle Summer’s having her unborn child with?”

Atreo: “She’s pregnant?! Who would ever woohoo with her?” 

Acco: “I was thinking Don Lothario but a lot of students are betting on the Grim Reaper.” 

Atreo: “Yeah that tracks. I guess not having Principle Summer as my mum makes me feel a lot better about my life.”

Brielle and Alejandro return from work, Brielle having earned a raise.

Despite missing a class and being off for 3 days, Atreo is performing superbly at school and is eligible for early graduation. 

But instead he opts for an early night.

Atreo doesn’t celebrate or even tell his family about his grades, before going to bed. He soon drifts off with no intention of travelling anywhere to meet anyone tonight…

A few hours later… 

Zehra: “He looks gorgeous when he’s sleeping. I’m happy I took so many pictures and DNA samples. Oh I think he’s waking up. Hello my love!”

Atreo: “Uhhh- W-wha-ZEHRA?!” 

Zehra: “I’m so happy you could make it. I was a bit worried when you teleported in, t-posed, then fell asleep on the couch but you’re here and that’s all that matters.

Atreo: “Where am I?!” 

Zehra: “My romantic hideaway! It’s the surprise I was talking about! You can bring your future conquests here, get them all flirty-” 

Atreo: “This place isn’t flirty! It’s terrifying!,” 

Zehra: “Don’t fret my love-”

Atreo: “Forget this! I’m out of here-” 

Zehra: “Atreo wait, it’s a full moon and past midnight, it’s too dangerous the werewolves are out!”

Atreo: “By the Watcher, why? Won’t you end my suffering?”

Nope 😈

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[novemberdevils]

We are back to our daily puck drop and intermission thoughts while waiting for ch4 to drop, so im writing this on two different days because I fell asleep during the second period-2AM puck drop is Brutal- so enjoy my different day commentary, I written this on three different days as this is probably the most cursed comment because I somehow managed to give myself food poisoning and then spent two days in the hospital because I couldn’t eat or drink without vominting but hey now im better and with a ch4 as a gift.

“I think you and Hischier have both lost your minds.” Quinn with the quote of the year because they both actually have lost it, I feel like jack feeling that it’s bigger than him and about him so true and he shouldn’t have to explain it because come on since when do emotions make sense?, “Put you in a good place,” if I was jack I wouldve smacked quinn because me and them are the same and putting them in a good place would lead to putting me under a good place- I know he doesn’t mean it like this but it irked me-, oh shit quinn retiring without telling jack hurts like yeah sure he doesn’t HAVE to tell him but it does feel like a betrayal, but knowing that my brother retired from him he knew about the news from the media; it feels in a way diminished jack to being the same as everyone else-I know that it doesn’t work like that but that’s your sibling so it must be different for him-, it feels weird reading that quinn decided to take the “easy” way by retiring than being dropped and in this season a million driver has been dropped like there is some funny side to quinn retiring 😂, I feel like quinn sees himself in jack that’s why he would tell him to not do the stuff he did; let people dedicate what he does and to not be so consumed by media he wants to protect his little brother from experiencing the same fate he got.

JACK VISTED NICO!! But this is getting repetitive but my god is nico hot; I feel like im betraying my Ferrari feelings by falling for nico but how can I not??, I need you to tell me about what nico thinks when he sends jack his room number knowing that he would inevitably come does he enjoy it?, nico really?? Like you have jack who came to your room to have sex and you decide to talk about his brother?? I wouldve walked out it wouldn’t have mattered if it was nico or someone else it’s such a turn off, nico is hot my goddess stop his hotness, jack thinking about how he wants to have his marks on nico as a revenge but I feel like nico would wear them with pride and would go without covering them, “But I know you miss it just as much.” BAD NICO BAD, they were so close to talking about what they’re doing but unfortunately they are cowards who want to fuck and not talk, also I need jack to stop being to unreliable because nico cannot be as cruel as jack thinks, jack knows why he is doing this but doesn’t want to think deeply because it would be too much for him to deal with is so on brand, “You’re so cute, Jack,” Nico says, stuck in the strange limbo between cruel and earnest that only Nico Hischier could create. “If you wanted to stop, then you’d stop showing up at my door.” Nico stop being hot challenge has FAILED like saying he can stop it any time he wants but also knowing that he will never do it is insane, omg those two need to talk about their Scenes like it’s borderline stupid to not be talking, but anyways nico clocking that jack likes go be called a good boy who is surprised? Not me that’s for sure, at this point nico would gift jack a collar without even talking about anything like boys come on, and the way jack feels like when he is with  nico the world slows down for a bit to let him take a mich needed breath like INASNE, also comparing nico to racing?? Nico has jack right where he wants him,  “Fuck, Jack, could you breathe?” Boys I have been YELLING for you to talk because of this exact scenario; but maybe this would make jack thinks about buying that damned heavy blanket, “You’re insane,” nico really? Like apart from the fact that you are doing whatever the fuck you are doing; you tace in cars that reach 350km/h for fun you HAVE to be insane to do it, nico liking jack more when he is plaint fork found in the kitchen etc etc, the Scene make me want to scream like it’s so well written im obsessed, “Pillow princess,” NICO!! Also come on you can’t be surprised that he is a pillow princess, and it takes Jack a second to realize it’s the hand that’s been covered in his fucking come. fucking insane behaviour from both oh my fucking god, nico feeling like jack is going to kill him because imagine someone you have been hooking up and you think that he is so gorgeous then he does this his tongue darts out of his mouth to catch some of the stray come around his lips. Btw this was the supposed puck drop and intermission but I have fallen asleep.

While reading the quali session I feel so nervous that I feel like throwing up but I have no idea if it’s because the poisoning is still there or because of the nervousness, ALSO FERRARI 1-2!! Yayyy, how are those two somehow are managing to not give themselves away? Like they try really hard to mention each other in their interviews and saying this stuff to interviewers “Nico’s starting in ninth?”, “Just don’t run me off the track at the start, man.” I’m tired I WILL cry when I read the dnf, omg I forgot about the tkachuk and grosjean I laughed and hurt my stomach my god indy is Something else like the way that there is at least four incidents that I could think of where two drivers have fought together is insane, trevor POLE!! Making me happy over a McLaren driver is sock behaviour, honestly still too tired but I feel like the matthew and grosjean fight happened irl but I can’t remember who was involved, oh no I have started the race and the dnf in near I don’t want to continue tears are already gathering in my eyes, “Still on Plan A?” I have trauma I flinched reading this,NOOOOOO I HAVE REACHED IT 💔💔 I was thinking that maybe it was a prank and that you changed but no it’s the reality, ARE THEY BOTH ALRIGHT? (PAUSE) I CAN SEE SAINZ OUT OF HIS CAR, BUT JACK ISN’T. IS HE OKAY? Insane behaviour as usual from both, reading jack’s in the media pen made me remember how much I hate when a driver crashes but he is expected to give an interview and be good in that interview, uh idk if it was on the radio or not but i’m at the corner where jack crashed and it sounded like he was screaming 22 France is something I will never forget watching it live and hearing that scream is haunting me even now, oh my fucking god jase is making me so MAD like I will end up somehow involving myself in the fic just so I can fight her, [RUSSELL]: CRIKEY. Please stop making me laugh it hurts 😂 I love russell’s Britishess it always sounds unreal.

People who rewatch crashes are insane like how can you rewatch someone’s crash even when you know everyone who was involved is okay, it’s fate or nico being a stalker that they ended up in the same club, but my god I know it’s America and f1 isn’t as famous but really boys touching each other like this in PUBLIC??, “Hope you and your boyfriend have a good night.” OH MY GOD even this stranger thinks that they are boyfriends, jack assuming the worst who is surprised because it definitely not me, “Why not someone from Ferrari? Sainz, maybe?” Nico even me who has Ferrari winning the wcc and wdc is not this delusional to think even if they won they would go out together, taking an uber together insane behaviour-it’s getting repetitive like how much more insane behaviour they will do?-, jack egocentric strikes again like love him will die for him and I know he will win it all but he is so egocentric it’s funny sometimes, THOSE TWO WTF??? Nico dragging jack to his room because he isnt done with talking like????, “I can’t let you go to bed angry.” Nico I have questions how in love are you and do you realise that you are in love or are you doing the jack way in burying every emotion?, take a shot every time jack says fuck you and you will have alcohol poisoning at the end, those two need to talk before they have sex again because it’s borderline safe word necessary, I want to be good for something. I want someone to say I’m not just a failure who threw everything away. I want someone to say I’m more than all of that. I want you to say I’m more than all of that. I want to forget about what happened on the circuit and leave this city forever. I want to not think. I want to never think again. I want— I want— oh jack my love💔 his inner thoughts always hurt me because they are always stuff that everyone deserves to have, jack I don’t know how to tell you this but nico thinking you are pathetic is impossible, and we are back again with my nico is hot thoughts; a Ferrari driver and a Ferrari fan falling for a Redbull driver more likely to happen than you think, their Scenes are so good like wow if you heard me talking to my friends you would lose you mind but I fear that both of us are going to be banned if I let my thoughts, “Stop being fucking gentle with me!” As usual insane behaviour from both, jack feeling jealous about the pretty boy in nico’s bee when nico meant him is so funny to me, “You know what you’re doing.” No he has no fucking clue about what is he doing nico I hate to break it to you, Behind him, Nico laughs. It’s awful and cruel. Jack stop being so unreliable because I know that he didn’t laugh cruelly, oh my god jack what the fuck??? Like the condom probably was the only sane thing you have done and now you decided to fucking throw it away?, “Underneath me. Always underneath me, even here.” NICO???? The headache is from me being sick or from those two I have no clue.

We have finally finished the chapter even when the world was trying to stop me but we have imola next my favourite like one chapter that is only imola I love that for me.

hello anon i hope you're feeling better!! you said you were better here and now this ask is a couple days old lol so i hope you are feeling Even better. i banned myself from answering these until i finished my finals and i turned my list one in today #yippee so now i can do whatever i want with my spare time for the rest of the year. wonderful times

quinn is so real. jack and nico have both lost their minds. and yeah i will be totally honest about the interview scene where jack contradicts himself i didn't realize he had blatantly contradicted himself until after i finished writing it? but all of it was real so i left it in. he's allowed to contradict himself. as he said himself, nothing that he said was untrue!

the quinn-jack relationship is a wee bit complicated i guess? i could go on about it for maybe ever. i will very briefly. quinn is all aboard the Jack Can You Please Have Some Self-Confidence train due in part to the fact that yes he does see himself in jack, and he doesn't want jack to end up in the same place as he did. aka retiring but fake-retiring but also retire-quitting but also getting backed into a corner it is a very complicated narrative that keeps unraveling itself without my permission i don't know -- i mentioned it in ch4 that quinn also used to do the whole searching his own name thing after races when he was still in NASCAR even though he knew people were saying mean things about him, so he hates that jack does it because he knows what it feels like to be there. and it sucks. and he wishes jack would Not do that and would just like. Not Care. but alas. maybe it's genetic

nico is hot and you should say it. even if jack Will Not. i've implied that he thinks so like twice or something but he always cuts himself off before the thought properly manifests

heehhehehe. hehe. he. on nico sending jack his room number. it is a bit complicated! and this is actually what i was rambling to myself about while i was htmling ch4 -- it helps me to speak it into the universe sometimes, then i end up drawing a bunch of crazy conclusions lol -- and most of it will remain Secret for now. i intend to have nico tell jack what he was thinking at some point in the fic (i haven't decided exactly when yet, but at some point) so i don't want to spoil the truth. and there is a scene i've written for monaco that pokes the idea very gently with a stick only to let it stay asleep

also nico is stupid. next question

no talking for these idiots... only doing sex and ignoring everything that surrounds it... very complicated times... in my html self-yap session i did manage to pinpoint a more exact motivation for nico which will also remain a secret i'm just being mean and alluding to thoughts in my brain because i'm Evil but i don't know. if he was the narrator character he would probably also be unreliable. even if he thinks he knows what he wants. i don't think jack thinks he knows what he wants because he's too busy pretending he doesn't want anything at all. they are both my wonderful idiots and i care them

nico is not as cruel as jack thinks he is. though. i will give you that

they're both insane. have i already posted the scene where jack essentially says the same thing? about how they all have to be insane to drive race cars? i think he was talking to quinn. who knows. i've reached the point with this fic where you could bring up a scene from an earlier chapter to me and i would have No idea what you're on about because i've written too much nonsense since then. and i've written a bunch of other scenes in my head. which makes it all very confusing. but hey i did that to myself

NICO'S STARTING IN NINTH? totally not a reference to the miami grand prix of whatever the fuck. 23? sure. the one where mr max verstappen ran it to first from ninth. nico did not run it to first but i totally stole that entire qualifying incident just for fun. and then i crashed jack's entire car. oops!

indy my beloved that type of stuff definitely happens a lot over there but i was thinking of an incident that was i think will power and scott dixon? from 2023 also iirc. i don't remember what track it was at but dixon wiped power off the circuit and he gave him the double bird. also that season (icr if it was the same race) somebody (maybe also will power?) straight up told the media they were going to punch grosjean or something which is objectively hilarious. i love indycar. so of course i had to include some good old-fashioned indycar fights, and trevor is The Window into the indycar world as far as being in jack's pov is concerned. but the entire indycar subplot is a massive exercise in self-indulgence. like this entire fic isn't just that anyways...

yeah more blatant references i remember watching that race lmao RIP to the french grand prix 💔 what a way to go out

i love making george say british things. crikey! blimey! he's a cartoon character sorry

it's fate. probably. in my head nico was there first. and he was out with some red bull guys (in my head it's like mechanic guys nico is friendly with), and then he just kind of up and disappeared. i like to imagine they were all very confused (even though nico said they wouldn't notice/care) and they all bugged him about it afterwards. and nico was like. haha. yeah. i felt. sick? but they all think he picked up because his face is like bright red. more nonsense scenes that only exist in my head

i could not resist the Stranger Boyfriend Clock. a wonderous trope. it's what they get for being STUPID! i did make jack say fuck you a lot. he was in a mood. that is a drinking game that will surely end in alcohol poisoning though. this scene is one of the ones that i spent a stupid amount of time fiddling around with in my head before i started writing it, and the fuck youisms were around since the first iteration. in all their redundancy, i could not part with them... and i know all the shit they're doing is some in real life would require a conversation type shit but i am just fucking around. maybe i need to make a note in the fic notes or something idk fanfiction is fanfiction is fanfiction they are for sure being unsafe but also narrative-wise i think jack would lose his shit if nico tried to have a real conversation about it with him. would kind of throw a wrench in his whole This Isn't Happening schtick. uhhh i think it's imola but some of nico's dialogue implies that he thinks they should talk about it but he never Really tries to start the conversation (for reasons that spoil his Super Secret motivations) but he has resigned to attempting to read jack's body language since he tried to be nice about it in miami and jack like lost his shit about it. moral of the story is they are both Dumb and Do Not be them unsafe sex up the wazoo. bro threw a whole entire condom ON THE FLOOR! which was in fact crazy work but now that i have dug that grave i must lie in it

ANYWAYS. great tangent. hope you enjoyed. what a time to be alive i hope you enjoy/ed imola the craziness only continues to get crazier