#drawing this made me laugh so hard my stomach stopped hurting

[babyflorencee]

Stockholm Syndrome

Part thirteen: Cracks In The Walls

Links: MASTERLIST | Part fourteen

Harry Styles x fem!Reader

The storm outside clawed at the walls, making the cabin seem alive. Rain lashed against the windows almost like some wild animal desperate to break in. I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs pulled to my chest, as the weight of the words I had said earlier clung to me, making me wish I could just disappear. 

"I can't love you anymore."

I hadn't meant it. I was just angry, desperate to draw some kind of line, to remind him that I was still my own person, even if I was trapped here. But now, I regretted saying those words to him more than anything.

I could hear him pacing around his room, the heavy thud of his boots against the floorboards, each step he took seemed as if it was pounding into my skull. I could hear the sound of things crashing onto the floor, glass shattering. A reminder of how thin the line was between his self control and his anger. That thought made my stomach churn as I thought about what I had done.

The door burst open without any warning, slamming against the wall so hard I jumped. Harry stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, eyes wild, fists clenched, and knuckles bloody. His flushed face and disheveled hair made him look almost unrecognizable.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" His voice cracked, the frustration leaking through every word, and it felt like the entire room constricted around us.

I froze, unable to find my voice. My hands trembling in my lap.

He stepped into the room, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

"So this is how it is now?" he growled. "You get to play with my head? Say whatever the fuck you want and just expect me to take it? To not care?"

I opened my mouth to speak but found no words. 

He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "Say it again," he demanded. "Go on, Y/N. Tell me how you can't love me anymore."

"Harry, I didn't mean it," I whispered, my voice shaking.

His laugh was bitter, hollow. "Didn't mean it?" He repeated, "You sure as hell sounded like you meant it." His voice dropped, venomous now. "Y/n. You said it to my fucking face! So don't try to tell me you didn't mean it, because you meant every fucking word."

"No I didn't, Harry, I promise you that. I was just mad at you!" I tried, my voice breaking.

"No! You don't get to talk to me like that," he spits, his hands shaking with rage as he paces. "I did everything to keep you safe, to protect you, and this is how you repay me? You just throw me away, like I'm nothing."

"Harry, I didn't—"

"Fuck! Just stop it Y/n!" He screamed, his voice slicing through the air like a whip, "Don't you dare try to lie to me!"

His fist slammed into the wall with a sickening thud. I screamed, my hands flying to my mouth.

"Stop it!" I cried, "Harry, please! Don't do that!"

"I don't understand why the hell you can't just love me!" he screamed. "Why can't you see that I need you? You're being so damn unfair, Y/N. You don't get to treat me like this. You don't get to just walk away from us."

His words are like a hurricane, tearing through my thoughts, but I can't help but stay frozen, unable to look away. His body is trembling, his breathing ragged, like he's about to break at any second.

He hit the wall again, harder this time, his knuckles colliding with the plaster in a sickening crunch. "You don't want me to touch you," he said, his voice cracking. "'Don't touch me, Harry.' That's what you said earlier, isn't it? Or have you forgotten that, too?" he spat, his voice venomous.

My heart shattered at the way he threw my own words back at me, each one a dagger aimed straight at my soul. "I didn't mean it," I sobbed, rushing toward him. "Please, Harry. I didn't mean any of it. I was upset. I was just scared. Please, just stop hurting yourself!"

He ignored me, his fist pounding into the wall again. "You think I don't fucking know that you hate me?" he shouted, his voice raw. "You think I don't see it every time you flinch when I get close? Every time you look at me like I'm some kind of monster?"

I shook my head quickly, my throat tightening. "I don't—"

"Don't what?" he snapped, cutting me off. His eyes burned into mine, and I felt like I was being stripped bare. "Don't think I'm a monster? Don't think I'm crazy? Then what, Y/N? Tell me what you think, because I can't fucking figure it out anymore."

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. What could I say? That I still loved him, even now? That no matter what he did—no matter how many walls he punched, how many doors he slammed—I would always forgive him?

Because I would.

"I don't know what you want me to say," I whispered finally, my voice cracking as I slid off the bed.

"I want you to say that you love me," he roared, his voice shaking the walls. "I want you to love me the way I love you. Do you know what it's like, Y/N? To love someone so much it fucking ruins you? Huh?"

He took a step closer, and I could feel the storm in him radiating out, pulling me in like a riptide. I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to.

"You've made me insane," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I can't think, I can't sleep, I can't breathe without you. And you just—" His voice broke, and he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling. "You just stand there like none of this matters. Like I don't matter."

"Harry," I said, reaching out instinctively. "You do matter. You matter to me."

"Then prove it!" he shouted, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Prove it, Y/N, because I'm done waiting. I'm done begging. You're mine, do you hear me? You belong to me, and you don't get to look at me like I'm just some fucking stranger."

His words sent a shiver through me—not of love, but something closer to fear. How could I love him like this? And yet, I did.

He was pacing now, his movements erratic, like a caged animal. He grabbed the edge of the desk and flipped it over in one violent motion, the sound of wood splintering making me take a step back.

"I've given you everything," he said, his voice breaking. "And all I've ever asked is for you to love me back."

"I do love you," I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. And they were true. In some twisted, fractured part of me, I loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone else.

But that wasn't enough. Not for him. Not anymore.

"You don't mean that," he said, shaking his head. "You don't fucking mean that."

He turned away suddenly, once again, slamming his fist into the wall. The sound of his knuckles breaking the plaster even more, but he didn't stop. He hit it again, harder this time, causing small cracks to appear, splintering outward like spider webs.

"Stop!" I cried, getting up and reaching for him. "Harry, please, just stop!"

He ignored me, hitting the wall again and again, each blow punctuated by his voice. "'I can't love you anymore,'" he mocked, his voice breaking. "That's what you said. You said that to me."

Tears were streaming down my face now, hot and relentless. "I didn't mean it," I sobbed. "I swear, I didn't. Harry. Please, just stop hurting yourself!"

"You didn't mean it?" he repeated mockingly, turning to me with tears streaming down his face. "You think that erases it? You think saying you're sorry fixes how you ripped me apart?" his  chest heaving with sobs.

I walked closer to him, hands shaking as I placed them gently on his shoulders. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, voice barely audible over his cries. "I'll never say it again. I swear. I'll never hurt you like that ever again."

But he didn't stop. He pushed my hands off him, pounding the wall again, his breath ragged, his knuckles split open, red and raw. His blood was smeared across the wall as the metallic tang filling the air, making me feel nauseous. "You think I'm fucking stupid? You think I don't hear those words over and over in my head?"

I cried, as I reached for him again, but this time he didn't pull away. "Harry, please," I begged. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

He froze then, his whole body trembling. His head dropped, and for a moment, I thought he might collapse. But when he looked at me, his eyes were full of something darker than anger—something that looked almost like despair.

"You don't get to do this to me," he said, his voice cracking. "You don't get to say things like that and then take them back. You don't get to break me, Y/N."

I shook my head frantically, my sobs making it hard to speak. "I didn't mean to. I swear, I didn't mean to. Please, Harry, please stop."

He yanked his arm out of my grasp, stepping back, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You're all I have," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Do you understand that? You're the only thing keeping me together, and you—" His voice broke, and he turned away, punching the wall one last time.

The force of it made the entire room shake. I cried out, grabbing his arm again, pulling him away from the wall. "Stop it!" I shouted, my voice shrill. "You're hurting yourself, Harry. Please, stop it! I love you so much. Please stop hurting yourself."

I threw my arms around his shoulders, holding him as tightly as possible. He stood stiffly at first, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was looking at me, his chest heaving like he'd just surfaced from drowning, his bloodshot eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "You keep saying you love me," he rasped, voice breaking. "Is it all just a lie? Are you just saying it to keep me sane? To keep me hoping?"

The accusation gutted me, and I cupped his face in my hands, softly running my fingers across his cheekbones. "No," I said firmly. "It isn't a lie. I love you, Harry. I really do."

For a moment, he just stared at me, his lips parting slightly as though the words had stolen the breath from his lungs. Then he sank to his knees, his hands covering his face, and for a moment, I didn't know if he was crying or just trying to hold himself together. But then I heard it—the gut-wrenching, broken sobs, each one more gut-wrenching than the last.

"You love me?" he choked out, his words muffled.

His bloodied hands trembled as they reached out, clutching at the hem of my shirt. "Say it again. Please, baby, say it again."

My heart shattered. It didn't matter how many times I told myself this was wrong, that he was wrong. Seeing him like this, so raw, so broken, made everything else disappear.

"I love you," I choked out, sinking to the floor before I even realized I'd moved, pulling him into my arms. He clung to me like a drowning man, his sobs shaking both of us. "I love you, Harry. Please, don't hurt yourself anymore. Please."

"Say it again," he pleaded, his voice muffled against my skin. "Please. I need to hear it. Say it again."

"I love you," I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair. "I love you, Harry."

"No. Say it like you mean it," he demanded, his grip tightening. "Say it like it's the only thing keeping you alive. Because you're all I have."

"I mean it. I do." I whispered, running my hands through his hair, trying to soothe him. "I love you, baby. I love you so much."

At the word "baby," he let out another sob, his whole body trembling against mine. "You called me baby," he choked out, pulling back to look at me, his tear-streaked face crumpling. "You've never called me that before"

Tears blurred my vision as I reached for him, cupping his face in my hands. "I know," I whispered, my thumbs brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "But you've called me that so many times, and I... I wanted to say it, too. I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

"You promise?" he said, his voice trembling.

"I promise," I said, and it wasn't a lie. Not really. Because no matter what he did, no matter how much it hurt, I couldn't leave him. I didn't want to leave him.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands trembling as they cupped my face. His eyes searched mine, desperate, pleading. "Don't ever say that again," he said, his voice shaking. "Don't ever tell me you can't love me."

"I won't baby. I'm so sorry," I said, nodding quickly. "I promise I'll always love you."

"Please tell me this isn't a lie," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I can't—" He shook his head, his eyes wild and desperate. "I can't lose you. I can't do this without you."

"You're not going to lose me," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I swear."

He let out a ragged sob, his head falling against my chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His grip was almost bruising, as if he was terrified I might disappear if he let go. "You don't know what that does to me," he said, his voice muffled against my skin. "Hearing you say that—fuck, Y/N. But I need you to promise me," he said, his grip tightening on my waist. "Promise me you'll never leave. Say it! Say Harry I'll never leave you."

"I promise," I whispered, my tears falling onto his cheeks as I pressed my forehead to his. "I'll never leave you. I promise, Harry."

He pulled me onto his lap then, holding me so tightly it hurt, but I didn't care. His head buried itself in the crook of my neck, his body wracked with sobs. "I just need you close," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I just need you. Don't ever leave me."

"I need you too," I whispered, stroking his hair. "I won't leave you, baby. I promise."

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine as if trying to find proof of the words I'd just said. And then, before I could react, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was frantic, desperate, his hands tangling in my hair as if he could physically tether me to him. I didn't want to kiss him—not like this, not now—but I let him. Because I knew that's what he needed right now. Because I couldn't stand to see him break any further. Because I couldn't lose him. 

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, his voice trembling. "I fucking love you, Y/N. You're mine. You'll always be mine."

And as his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer, I told myself that's what love is—giving him everything, even when it hurts.

And as his lips moved against mine, I told myself it was enough. That I was enough.

Even if I felt like that wasn't true.

[mysterionrisez]

vent art of kyle experiencing ibs. enjoy

[atalentedwriter]

— love is a million things

paring: e-1610!miles x blackfemspidey!reader (both spider people)

a/n: i don't speak spanish i'm sorry but i used the most accurate translator i could find. if i made ANY mistakes, feel free to hmu and tell me i will certainly change em. gif from @luvjunie

sypnosis: in which the reader is in love with miles but there's really no way of winning if in his eyes, you'll always be just a friend (he loves gwen not you) (ノへ￣、)

wordcount: 1,870 words and 9,904 characters

genre: fluff, teenagers, romance, unrequited love, angst, slightly suggestive but not really

translations: "no lo parece" - "doesn't seem like it." "dime ya las pistas." - "just tell me the hints already. "dime otra pista." - "tell me another hint."

"I'm just saying, love is a million things. Sometimes it feels good, sometimes it doesn't." You say as you sit on Miles' bed, the male looking at you from his desk, turning around in his chair and shrugging you off.

"Yeah right, and have you ever experienced love to know what that feels like?" Miles asked and you paused, hesitant with your response before you bite your lower lip and nod.

"I'd like to think I have, yes." You say, looking down at your feet and then up at Miles who looked at you intently. Wow, he had really beautiful eyes.

"Oh yeah? And did it feel good or bad?" He questions as a small frown forms on your lips. "Sometimes...a lot of times..it...- it differs okay, it differs but that's besides my point-" you say and he laughs, your heart fluttering at the sound, despite knowing him since the first day he walked into Brooklyn Visions, his laugh and voice just did something to you.

"How'd that end out for you? The guy didn't like you back or what?" He says, turning around to his desk as you grab his pillow and hold it up to your stomach. How are you gonna describe him to him without him figuring it out?

"Well, let's just say, there was 3 of us in the situationship.." you start off and you notice his ears perk up. "Oh?" He asks. You roll your eyes. "Not in that way silly, it wasn't poly or anything it was more of an unrequited love situation."

He picks up his sketchbook and turns back to you. "That must suck." He said, looking up at you. "It did.." "How did you get over it." You frown. "I didn't, it's hard to stop loving someone when everything they do makes you fall back in love with them."

He laughed again and shook his head. "That's so corny." He rolled his chair over to where you sat on the bed and open his sketchbook, placing it in your lap.

"Another drawing...of Gwen..." you seethe.

"Yup, I really think I got her suit down but I'm just relying on memory here." He says as you bite your cheek. "I mean I'd like to think she still kept her hair, I mean it's a bit weird to walk around with someone's handprint in your head- gosh I still get ptsd from that da-"

"Why do you bother liking her?" You blurt out.

uh-oh. word vomit.

"What?" Miles asks, taken aback as he looks at you.

"I mean, she's in a completely different universe Miles, it's never gonna happen." You say, your words coming out a bit ruder than you had wanted it to.

He frowns and looks at you. "Well damn (y/n), sorry. I can't control what I feel." Miles said as he picks up his notebook from your lap and rolls away back to his desk, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face.

"oh my gosh.." You mutter out, running your hand over your face before you look up at him. "Miles I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean it like?" Miles asks, not bothering to look at you.

"I just- don't want to see you get hurt. You're my best friend okay and...I care a lot about your feelings and...-"

"No lo parece." He grumbled under his breath, and thanks to your enhanced senses, you picked it up.

"Excuse me?" You say, as a hothead, you were already getting defensive but you sighed and unballed your fists. That's why you liked Miles, why you needed him around, he calmed you down without you both even knowing it. "It's just....sigh..interdimensional love never works out, I've seen it in the movies-"

"Pfft-"

The small muffled laughter catches your attention. "What?" You question as you look up to see Miles staring at you, hand over his mouth. "Are you laughing at me? I'm pouring my heart out to you man."

"Sorry, I just can't take you seriously everytime you talk about movies like that one time we got stuck in that elevator-" he starts.

"I thought we were gonna run out of air!" You counter, whining as he starts laughing at you. And just like that, you were back to your regular state, neither of you guys can be mad at each other for long.

You stayed silent for a few seconds before you look up at him to find the boy already staring at you and it sends butterflies down your stomach. "Hey Miles..?"

"Hm?" He hums, rolling his chair to get closer to you until he was sitting right next to the edge of the bed where you currently were.

"Um, what would you do if you loved someone- in this dimension-"

"Ouch.." the boy playfully said and you rolled your eyes.

"But they loved someone else.." you finish.

"First of all love is a very strong word." Miles starts off and narrows his eyes at you, causing you to straighten your back at his gaze.

"Well in this context it's accurate, like I'd do crazy things for this man...like a lot-" you start, and Miles rolls his eyes.

"I don't need to know what you'd do twin." Miles jokes as you smile before he crosses his arms. "Does the guy know you like him?"

You look at Miles and shake your head. "No."

"Have you given him hints you like him?" Miles raises an eyebrow and you bite your lip.

"What kind of hints?"

"Touching."

"Define that, cause we're touching right now." You motion to how his arm that was on his knee was barely grazing your leg. He looked down and then looked up before breaking out into a grin.

"If that's your definition of touching then you're super touch starved." Miles laughed as you sigh.

"Dime ya las pistas." You say, agitated.

"Okay okay, so touching, just subtle touches...like...this." Miles looks down and moves his hand and places it on your lap, using his thumb to work on rubbing small circles on your inner thigh, rubbing his hand slowly but subtly on your lap before looking up and smiling at you. He was flashing that oh-so-beautiful smile at you.

The fact that you were wearing shorts made it easier to feel his warm skin on yours. The sparks that this simple movement sent coursing through you made you wonder if he was using his zap on you.

"See, you're blushing." He says, cooing at you jokingly.

"Am not!" You counter as you snap out of your trance, looking at him. Had it not been for the melanin on your face right now, you would've been red like a tomato. Lord, this man knew just how to touch and rub your skin. (pause, what are you thinking about? 🤨) Your cheeks were hot.

"Or like this." He moved his hand from your lap and you almost whined at the absence of his hand on you but then he moved his hand to your arm, caressing it softly.

Your eyes followed his hands, almost in a trance-like state before you look back up at the boy.

"Now that's just one tactic.." he said as he started talking but you couldn't hear a damn word.

His beautiful face so close to your skin and the fact that he still hadn't stopped caressing your arm, ugh. You hated this, he was so lovable, it was hard to just let go of these feelings especially since this man never gave you an ick! His dorky nature fit him and was cute on him and his teenage awkwardness was even more adorable. And he's so attractive when he's spiderman- hold up, what was he saying again?

"...kiss me." He spoke out, ending his sentence.

"What?!" You say, shocked, where you daydreaming or something?

"What?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Were you even listening to what I was saying?"

"Somethin' kissin' or somethin' i don't know.." You mutter out as he laughs.

"You're unbelievable. I meant you have to be bold with your actions but not too bold and you have word vomits a lot so don't just like tell him to kiss you or something like that." He said as it dawned on you.

"Oh, that made much more sense."

He bit his lip and smiled causing your eyes to flicker down to his lips that looked just too kissable. Damn. You looked back up to find him already looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, just now realizing how close he was.

"What..?" You say, your voice coming out breathless. He looked down, shaking his head before looking up at you with a smile, your eyes meeting.

"...You're like...the weirdest girl I've ever met." He spoke out which caused you to put your hands on his chest and push him back.

"Whatever!" You say, snapping out of the trance he had pulled you into once again.

He chuckled and moved back but only momentarily before leaning back in again, confusing you. He put both arms at the side of you, resting it on the bed as he leaned in closer.

You thought he was going to kiss you, it looked like it and so you tensed up unknowingly to which the boy raised an eyebrow, cracking another one of his contagious smiles.

"Relax, I'm just getting my markers." He moves up his right hand to show the markers he already had in his grip, he was just leaning in for them, you felt stupid. "I'm not gonna hit you or anything." He says, leaning back into his chair as you sighed.

"Dime otra pista." You say. You can't belive Miles was teaching you how to rizz him up.

"Well another one would be like teasing or like going out of your way to talk to them and eye contact is a big one." Miles concluded, resting his leg horizontally on his other one.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed with Miles looking at you and you just looking at your lap.

"Miles...?" You asked as he hummed again in response. "Do you ever plan on leaving Brooklyn? And have you ever thought about what would happen if you do? Like with spiderman and stuff?" You ask as he takes a moment to consider your question.

"Well.." He pauses. "I'm not sure, I do know I want to study outside Brooklyn for university that's for sure, I mean there's people out there that can-"

"Teach me stuff I want to know." You finish his sentence for him and he pauses and looks at you.

"Freaky." He says with a grin as you giggle. "But it'll all fall into place, I'm sure, I don't want to worry about the future too much yknow?"

"Yeah.." you mutter and look at him again.

"What about you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"I'll go wherever you go Miles.." You reply subconsciously as you smile at him.

"Okay you've gotta get better life goals for yourself." Miles jokes as you two fall into a heap of giggles, leaving you with a new-found goal already.

You were going to confess to this man.

[leeknot]

Chapter 5: The Trap Tightens

A/N: I'm not sure if in the following days I'll upload chapters daily since I have a lot of tests coming up,but I'll try to so stay tuned!

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The morning after finding the drawing, you entered the East Wing with a heavy weight in your chest. You couldn’t let them see how rattled you were; they thrived on cracks in composure. But as soon as you stepped into the common area, you felt it again—their eyes, their attention, their obsession.

They weren’t just watching you now; they were waiting.

---

Jake approached you almost immediately, his presence a wall of tense energy. “Doc,” he said, his voice low, “we need to talk. Alone.”

“I don’t have time for private conversations right now.” you replied, trying to step around him.

He blocked your path, his expression hard. “You don’t get it. They’re not playing games anymore. You’re in danger.”

Your throat tightened. “What kind of danger?”

Jake’s gaze flicked to the other patients, lingering on Niki and Jungwon, who were seated together, speaking in hushed tones. “You’ve made them... territorial. They’re not going to let this go.”

“They’re my patients, Jake,” you said firmly. “Not predators.”

Jake scoffed, his voice tinged with frustration. “Then you really don’t know what you’re dealing with.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “If you don’t leave soon, they’ll tear you apart. And I’m not talking metaphorically.”

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During your rounds, you found Niki pacing his room, his energy electric with frustration. He stopped when he saw you, his dark eyes narrowing.

“You’ve been talking to Jake a lot.” he said, his tone accusatory.

“I talk to all of you, Niki.” you replied calmly.

“Not like him.” He took a step closer, his voice sharpening. “Do you think he’s better than me? Is that it?”

“Niki, this isn’t a competition.”

“Feels like one.” His lips curled into a sneer. “And I don’t lose.”

His words were loaded, but you didn’t rise to the bait. “We’ll talk about this more during your session.”

Niki laughed, though it was hollow. “Sure we will. But don’t forget, Doc—people like Jake? They don’t care about you. They just want to win. Me? I’d burn this place down for you.”

Before you could respond, he turned away, leaving you unsettled.

---

The tension boiled over during group therapy that afternoon. The patients were unusually quiet, their movements sharp and deliberate. The air felt charged, as if something was about to snap.

It started with Jay. He leaned back in his chair, his smirk sharp as he addressed the room. “So, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Or should I say, the doctor?”

Your stomach sank. “Jay, let’s focus on—”

“No, no,” Sunoo interrupted, his tone sweet but laced with venom. “Jay’s right. Let’s talk about you, Doctor. We all know you’re the most interesting thing here.”

“I’m not here to be the focus,” you said firmly. “This is about your progress.”

“But you’re the reason we’re making progress,” Jungwon said softly, his voice dripping with reverence. “You’re what ties us together.”

“Maybe we don’t need to share her.” Niki said, his tone cold.

The room fell silent.

Jake stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Enough,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. “This isn’t her fault. You’re all acting like maniacs.”

“And you’re acting like her guard dog,” Sunoo shot back, his smile sharp. “What’s the matter, Jake? Afraid someone else might get closer to her than you?”

The tension erupted. Jake lunged at Sunoo, and the room dissolved into chaos. Guards rushed in to separate them, but the damage was done.

---

That night, you locked your door tightly, determined to keep the outside world at bay. But the quiet didn’t last.

A soft knock broke the silence.

You froze.

“Doctor?” It was Jungwon’s voice, gentle and calm. “I know you’re awake.”

You didn’t respond, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Please,” he continued. “I just want to talk. I won’t hurt you.”

You stayed silent, but the knocking grew more insistent.

“You don’t understand,” Jungwon said, his tone shifting to something darker. “We need you. I need you. If you’d just listen—”

The sound of heavy footsteps interrupted him, and then Jake’s voice rang out. “Back off, Jungwon.”

“She doesn’t belong to you.” Jungwon hissed.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone,” Jake shot back. “Get lost before I make you.”

There was a tense silence before Jungwon finally retreated. You barely dared to breathe as the footsteps faded.

---

The next morning, you found another note on your desk.

“You can’t hide from us forever.”

The handwriting was shaky, uneven, but different from the earlier notes. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a promise.

---

By midday, you were starting to see the cracks in your own composure. You couldn’t keep this up, couldn’t pretend everything was fine. Jake’s protectiveness, Niki’s aggression, Jungwon’s devotion—they were pulling you into their orbit, warping your role from doctor to... something else entirely.

Even the staff were beginning to notice. A nurse pulled you aside, her voice low. “You’re not safe here,” she whispered. “You need to leave before—”

Before she could finish, Heeseung appeared behind her, his expression eerily calm. “Is everything okay, Doctor?”

The nurse froze, her eyes wide. You forced a smile, though your pulse was racing. “Everything’s fine.”

Heeseung tilted his head, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he walked away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, the nurse leaned in again. “Get out,” she whispered. “Before they decide they don’t want to share.”

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taglist: @nshmrarki

[moreausposts]

Avery,

I've been thinking about what I'd say to you all night. I've just had absolutely no words other than anger — at the universe for taking you, at Tumblr for not helping, at myself for not being able to do more. I think it was easier at first to be angry, though. Much more than being vulnerable. I've been so scared if I came on here and made an actual post that I'd say the wrong thing or I'd just start crying again.

I know you can't read this, but I hope you know wherever you are in the great beyond that you were fucking amazing. We all loved you so so so much. Fuck, dude, all we've done since we found out was cry and talk about how fantastic, how sweet, how absolutely hilarious you were.

It's still hard to believe that you're gone. I know we never got the chance to get too much closer and that's something I'll always regret, but every message and ask and reblog we've ever shared have always made me laugh so hard until my stomach hurt. Milan, The Peter Saga™, the Salad™ art. Everything you did was spectacular. You were so kind, so gentle, so inspirational. The Lutuals Discord might as well have been an Informist fan club.

We're never going to stop talking about you. You may be gone from both this world and Tumblr itself, but I'll never shut up about that one really sick butch I knew for half a year that was and will always be the coolest person I've met.

This world is fucking cruel, and the cruelest part is how little time you got to spend on it. In the few months I've known you, I never expected you to go from drawing wings to earning yours. I hope they're absolutely rad, though, and bright ass orange so you can make bird jokes about bullfinches to anyone who will listen. Fuck, dude, I hope everyone listens. And I hope you're finally able to realize how awesome and loved you were and still are.

I can't wait to see you again. I hope you're able to find peace in the meantime.

[notmyprey]

(notices that pred with the chest screen)

.... a. am. amo. a. among u

Heeyy, uh Ik this was supposed to be kinda funny, and although I appreciate the joke and somewhat laughed, it also kinda hurts when someone compares something you worked hard on to something else. For some artists, in some instances, it can be extremely hurtful, and some artists have stopped drawing some of their characters just because someone thought their character looked a bit like something else. (This is not to endorse copying, but when making characters, nothing you can do can make a character 100% completely original. To a point, everything has already been done. Its about picking and choosing those aspects to create something interesting) This is also not to call you out specifically, I just find that this is something a lot of artists struggle with, and I want to make sure people understand how this could be something that hurts.

For this specific instance, in a way, my character was inspired by among us, but not directly. It was inspired by me back in 2018-19 ish, drawing me and my friend among us OCs, and from those drawing (and my idea of an extreme styliation of what I could make them look like without makung them look human) came the inspiration for my OC. So, in short, it was inspired by the stylistic choice I made when creating those drawings. That is actually the origin of most of my style choices when it comes to drawing characters with the circle head. I guess one could also argue that the mouth stomach was also inspired off of that, but I can't remember if that part was or not.

Anyway! Ty for the ask! Let me know if you have any questions, whether it be on my OCs or anything else! :D

[artemisrogers]

Stone Cold Crazy Lars Ulrich x OC (age gap, food, Vanilla play and Load/Reload era)

Diamond Newsted doesn't know how to express the feelings she has for Lars. When she ends up seeing Lars kissing Kirk she shuts herself in, but little does Diamond realize the truth gets revealed.

I couldn't be any more uncomfortable with everything right now. My social anxiety was high and I fiddled with my fingers. I was sitting next to James and across from Kirk at the restaurant, while Lars was at the end of the table in the booth in a chair. Dad sat next to Kirk and everyone was talking to each other. It was a few hours after the concert so the energy was still high. I mixed my drink again for the fifth time in the past 30 mins I've been in here!

Of course I had to distract myself from the fact that Lars was here. I really liked Lars but of course I'm too much of a scary cat to tell him or anyone that, not even Dad. Dad shot me a look asking with his eyes if I'm ok? I gave him a soft smile and felt my stomach drop when I heard Lars' cute laugh, at some corny joke Kirk made. I just wanted to eat and get out of here at this point, as I let my hair fall in my face to hide my blush. One day I'll confess.

After a late dinner and a few drinks we finally took the bus back home. I was about to sit in my seat when I looked back at Lars. I saw what I was hoping wouldn't happen, as Kirk kissed Lars once right on his pink lips. Sitting down a little too hard I winced in pain as I felt my tailbone hit the plastic on the seat. James shot me a look of confusion at my actions.

Great.

Lars kissed Kirk. Kirk! I felt an emotion that I didn't think existed as I glared daggers out the window. I didn't want him to be with Kirk, Lars was supposed to be my man! My little Dainish man, but no I had to keep my mouth shut like a bitch. Once we got home I went upstairs a little bit too fast hoping no one noticed. I closed my door and cursed when I heard it slam shut. Shit, I just had to draw attention to myself and let people know I'm hurt and jealous.

Listening for any signs of people coming twoaefs my room. I decided to go to my dresser and open the one drawer I had, specifically for if I was stressed, in a bad mood, or just hungry. Sometimes I either don't or forget to eat. I took out my can of wip cream and a thing of tapioca pudding. I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my little treat shaking the can of wip cream and squeezing the fluffy food on the pudding. I know that Dad and everyone knows I have snack and shit like that in my room, but I still feel self conscious about it.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I had my dessert. About fifteen minutes go by and I'm on my third pudding so I know I'm stressed out like a cat and a vacuum cleaner. I almost dropped my spoon and empty pudding cup when, I heard a knock on my door. Quickly shoving the closed wip cream under my blankets and tossing the spoon and cups in my bin to kick under my bed. I gave whoever it was permission to come in.

I swallowed softly as Lars Opened my door. I could never get over how handsome he was! Those blue eyes always full of emotions and thoughts. Perfect lips that I crave to taste. I pulled myself back to reality as to not give him any hints of how much I wanted him in that moment. I felt the jealousy hit me like a freight train and almost said something.

"Hey Diamond you have a couple of minutes?"

"Y-yeah what's up?" I stuttered.

"Well it's kinda important. I know it's kinda gonna sound crazy and shit, but I can't ignore how I feel around you anymore." He said running his fingers through his hair nervously his cheeks turning a bright pink. It dawned on me that he was confessing his feelings for me. Right to my face!

"You l-like me?!"

"Yes Diamond, a lot more than you think. I can't stop staring at you, it's like your a magnet towards me. Pulling me in and falling harder for you." Lars said smiling sheepishly.

That's when my intrusive thought kicked in and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quickly pulling away I blushed red as a tomato. Lars' eyes widened for a sec then he softly chuckled at my kiss. What I didn't expect was for him to get up and close the door quietly, nevermind locking it as well. I looked down my heart beating fast as a rabbit. I felt him sit back on the bed and grab my chin making me look up at him.

"Look at me darling, I know what's going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm more than willing to do that if you're comfortable with that."

I couldn't believe what he just offered to me. My hips shifted as I scooted a little bit to him. Completely forgotten about the wip cream can I jump. Lars caught a glimpse of the lump under my comforter and smirked. Fuck even his smirk was hot! I felt myself clench my thighs as I bit my lip.

"Hiding something I should know about?"

"Just um...a wip cream can." I said my voice cracking softly.

Lars laughed softly at my little display as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed the can. My eyes watched curiously at his movements. Lars grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve of my shirt, exposing my forearm to him. He sprayed a little line of whip cream on my forearm and leaned down to slowly lick it off me. I gasped softly feeling his warm tongue slide up my forearm.

"You like that lille blomst?" Lars said speaking dainish.

Little flower.

I nodded my words stuck in my throat. He took that as a yes from me and tiled my head and pushed my hair back so my neck was exposed to him. I licked my dry lips my breath shallow. Again he put some on my neck and began to suck my neck this time. A moan escaped me, my nipples hardened under my top. Lars pulled away and traced the mark he made on my neck.

"So fucking responsive to me. I have a feeling you like it rough."

"I'm not sure. I-im still new to all of this." I confessed. Lars' eyes showed me that he understood what I meant.

"You're a virgin? Or you never had experience with a Dom before?"

"I'm not a virgin. I just never been with someone this kinky before."

"Ah I understand, well how about this? We'll start vanilla for the first time, then work up to rough sex in the future ja?" Lars said as his hand ran down my chest.

I nodded and feeling bold took the whipped cream can from him. I looked in his eyes as if asking permission to even look at him. Lars chuckled and held out his arm. I sprayed some on like he did and licked it off his forearm, causing a soft moan to come out of him. I felt him pull me into his lap as I straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed me deeply his tounge seeking entrance in my mouth.

His taste is just as good as I imagined it would be! Sweet from the whip cream with a hint of whiskey from earlier. I felt his hands go under my shirt and run down my spine. I felt the heat of my pussy and pulse of my clit, causing me to moan softly against his neck. Lars growled softly in my ear as he unclasped my bra underneath my shirt.

"Such a good girl. Let me take care of you tonight." Lars said as he pulled out my white strapless bra.

A soft moan left my lips again when I felt my hard nipples, stick up after being covered up. I need to feel him inside me. Lars grinded his hips against me eliciting a whimper when I felt, his erection. Lars said something to me in Dainish again. I loved hearing him speak his native tongue.

"I need you Lars."

"I need you too lille blomst." Lars said his voice was rough with need.

Sitting me back on the bed he stripped down to his boxers, giving me a good view of his body. I wanted to touch and explore him so badly that, I made grabby hands like a child with their parents. I heard Lars make a clicking noise wagging his finger at me. I let out a whiny noise at his denying, I knew he was teasing me trying to get me riled up.

"Strip."

"Y-yes sir." I said as I pulled off my top and bottoms leaving my damp pink panties on.

I heard him hiss softly as his eyes raked my body. I'm not much to look at with my small breasts and kinda fat but still flat tummy. I whimpered his name loudly as he grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and running his rough fingers over my nipples. I was practically soaked in my panties as he kissed and nipped my skin.

"Fuck your gorgeous lille blomst. I can't wait to taste you."

"hah ngh Lars."

"Aw so needy! Just the way I like my submissives." He teased slowly pulling my panties off exposing my wet pussy.

He groaned his breath hot against my cunt. I wanted to see what was under his boxers.

I put my hands on his back, his skin soft and warm. I moaned his name loudly when I felt his tongue plunge into my cunt's wetness. In and out he lapped up my juices, making me make all kinds of sounds I didn't think would come out of me. I hoped that no one could hear us. My nails dug into his back and I moaned his name as I came hard.

"Mmm you taste so good when you cum baby. I can't wait any longer."

Lars sat up and pulled his boxers down his hard cock standing at the ready. Fuck he's big! I clenched my thighs again my breathing in short gasps. Lars gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open wide. I whimpered my clit swollen and my pussy glistened. I heard him groan in the back of his throat.

"Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry I'll be gentle Lillie blomst." Lars said as he got in-between my legs and pushed inside me slowly.

I moaned as I adjusted to his size and girth. Once I was comfortable he slowly thrusts his hips hitting my g-spit every time. I finally was having sex with him, my danish boy. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him deeper in only to, feel him gripped my hips tightly. He thrusted faster still gentle with me and his soft grunts and my sounds filled my room.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum. Ohh fuck!" Lars moaned as he let out a grunt as I felt his dick pulsing inside me.

As he filled me up both of us heard a knock at the door making me panic. Lars shushed me thrusting once finishing emptying his load inside me. I heard the door open and Kirk swearing. I tried not to breath and Lars kissed my neck helping me relax.

"Jesus Christ Lars! Y'all know what a lock is?!"

"Aw shucks maybe I forgot."

"You know what nevermind I'll talk to you later." Kirk said mumbling under his breath as he closed the door. Both of us softly laughed as he pulled his softening cock out of me. I was happy that this happened to me. I felt Lars kissing my lips as I kissed him back.

"You want to go for round two?"

"Y-yes please!"

[pbandjesse]

Today was a sleepy day. And the first day of fall! I thought yesterday was but James says it was actually today. And it really felt like fall which was lovely.

I struggled though. I was really really tired. I slept okay but not the best. When I got up I would go and wash my face and tried to feel okay but I just felt winded and dizzy. James was making our bed when I came out. I got a kiss and finished getting ready.

James was making cornbread and would make me an omelette for breakfast. We would hang out on the couch but I was just. Exhausted. I just laid on the couch and felt very very low. James kept asking me questions about what I wanted to do. And I couldn't come up with answers. I didn't want to answer questions. I didn't want to think.

James suggested the zoo but I don't really want to go on a weekend day because there will be to many people. And I really didn't think I could handle that much walking. So instead James suggested we get the hammock and go to Loch Raven. Which honestly was that I wanted anyway. We had talked about it a few days ago and I just wanted to lay in my hammock with my husband and rest by the water.

We brought a blanket. And James brought a book and I brought my knitting. I wouldn't get any knitting done. But I am still glad I brought it.

When we got out there James parked us near the trails but we probably should have just parked on the side of the road like everyone else. We realized pretty quickly that the water front felt way farther then it had in the past. I also did not wear good shoes and the soles had no grip and I slipped three different times. James was holding my hand so I didn't fall but it still shocked me.

We eventually found an excellent spot, right where the trees opened to the water and the view was beautiful. We hung up the hammock and sorted out getting comfortable in it together.

It took us a while to find the right spot. The first one my head was lolling around to much. The next one I was getting squeezed to hard. The last one worked out best. I was laying with my legs over James's lap. And while I didn't fall asleep. I dozed under the blanket for almost two hours. It was great. The temperature was cool but the blanket made it so nice. There were bird sounds. And gun sounds form the skeet shooting happening on the right side of the water, but that didn't bother me. Sometimes people would walk past and I liked hearing them talking and laughing. But mostly I just loved laying with James. They read their book and I rested and it was honestly the perfect day.

I thought about how this time next year we will have a little baby to hang out with us too. I hope they will enjoy coming to the park and laying around. Them being near the water would make me a bit nervous but we will figure that out. I am nervous about them enjoying our activities and finding what they like be sure they are their own person. But also I am excited about that too.

I told James that I was very comfortable but we should probably head out soon. My stomach hurts and I wanted to get a late lunch. They had brought up going to Pepe's, which is a counter service diner we like that we call "peepees". James asked if that's still what he wanted and I did so we drove back towards there.

It was very quiet there when we got in. The teen who took our order looked very familiar but I don't know why. I got a grilled cheese. James got a patty melt. The teen did not know what that was but we figured out how to order it and it all worked out.

We sat in the dining room on our phones just quietly sitting together. And when our food came I would draw out a picture of how I want to baby room to be oriented. James would work on that later one. I appreciate them taking charge of that.

When we finished eating we stopped at Dunkin for donuts. And then home.

I was in a much better mood when we got back. The caffeine and carbs helped. And gave me a few hours of pretty solid energy. When we got back here I would work on putting summer clothes away and taking other things out of storage. I did not put my clothes away nicely though in the storage box. Lost the drive for that, so that's not ideal but I'll get to it soon and it's not a huge deal. I also would pick out some sweaters to hang out for cooler days.

James was mostly downstairs working on things. I would come down to put some stuff away. I swapped out my rotation of shoes. And piled up my renfair stuff for storage. And I felt like I was doing a good job getting stuff done.

Eventually I would lay down. Tried out my new pregnancy pillow. And it's awesome. It's so wildly comfortable I am almost mad I didn't have one before. I would like a silky or fluffy pillow case for it, I find the jersey material a little rough on my face. But besides that it's awesome and I'm so glad I found it.

I have been hanging out in bed for the majority of the evening. I had some of the donut holes I got. And James made me dumplings for dinner. And I think now I'm going to go take a bath before getting ready for bed.

Tomorrow Sweetp has his vet appointment and then I'm working an event. It's my first solo one. I'm only a little nervous. Mostly just for arming the building but beyond that I'm just looking forward to it. It will be a good night. And I will do a good job! I hope.

I mostly just really hope I feel better tomorrow. That I can sleep easy tonight and feel like myself together. I hope you are feeling good and had a nice weekend. Sleep well everyone.

[roosterbox]

July 30 Random Word Almost-Drabble: Tender

Word Count: 603

This is the last of these drabble attempts that I’m doing. For July, at least. I have the next phase of my Twitter Album Project coming up in August, and the first part ended up taking about two months to complete. So maybe I can do this again in October. Maybe I can make them spoooooky ficlets, lol.

Putting this one under a cut, for once, because it starts off a lil… spicy.

Rating: M, for interrupted sexytimes

Warning: extreme sappiness.

@boisinberryjamarama

On the next thrust, Arthur felt the stitches in his side pull a bit too hard. He winced, hoping it wasn’t noticeable.

Eames, above him, saw it immediately. He stopped, going still inside him.

“Arthur? Did I-“

“I’m fine,” Arthur insisted. “Keep going.” He shifted a bit, but the movement jostled his side even more, drawing out a pained hiss. Eames seemed to realize something, shaking his head.

“Too rough on your wounds, my love?”

Arthur wanted to argue. He wanted to squeeze his legs tighter around Eames’ hips, and demand that they keep going. But his lover didn’t seem too put out by this interruption of their activities. As a matter of fact, Eames was looking down at his face with such concern and tenderness that Arthur found it impossible to lie.

“A little bit,” he conceded. Eames shook his head again and pulled out as gently as he could. Groaning at the loss, Arthur threw his arm over his eyes. How embarrassing. And his side still throbbed steadily with his pulse.

“Now now, no need for that,” Eames closed Arthur’s legs, massaging his thighs. “You’ve had major surgery, darling. It comes with certain… drawbacks.” He leaned over to check the gauze dressing. “Hmm. Still looks okay. Did you break any stitches?”

Arthur shook his head. “I don’t think so. Pulled a couple though.” He winced again. “Hurts like a sonofabitch.”

“I bet. Again, it doesn’t look bad, but I could change out the dressing if you like? Maybe use some of that numbing cream we have left?”

“That’s-“ not necessary, he started to say. But another painful throb made him reconsider. “That sounds… yes, please.”

Some time later, side numbed and re-dressed, Arthur laid on his non-stitched side, Eames spooned up behind him. A warm hand, which usually would be wrapped around his waist to rest on his stomach, cupped his hip instead. Trying to put as little pressure on his wound as possible. He hadn’t said anything about it, but Arthur could help feeling a little guilty for cutting their lovemaking short.

“I can hear that beautiful brain of yours thinking too hard from here, Arthur.” Eames’ voice was muffled slightly, buried as his face was in Arthur’s hair. He turned his head to nuzzle the other man’s temple. “It’s fine.”

“But-“

Eames shushed him. “It’s fine,” he emphasized. “No one bounces back immediately after major surgery. I myself was bedridden for at least a few days after my last one.”

Arthur remembered, of course. He’d happily waited on his boyfriend hand and foot until the twin scars on his chest healed enough. And he knew that, if necessary, he’d gladly do so again.

“Besides,” Eames continued, kissing his neck, “We have the rest of our lives to do this. So stop worrying, and let me take care of you.”

It took a moment. Arthur was nothing if not a stubborn creature. But when Eames was right, he was right. Both men let out near identical sighs when Arthur finally relaxed, sagging into Eames’ hold even more.

“Sorry,” he said.

Eames shushed him again. “As soon as you get your stitches out, love, I promise that I will gladly fuck you on every surface of this house. Maybe I’ll even let you fuck me on a couple of them too.” He kissed behind Arthur’s ear, in one of his favorite ticklish spots, smiling at the other man’s quiet laugh.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, you know.”

Eames squeezed his lover’s hand, entwined with his own and clutched to Arthur’s chest. A silent declaration of love.

“I expect nothing less.”

[yeehawbvby]

It Was Always You | Ch. 3*

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: "Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To be his good girl."

Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long to get this out! ;;w;; My health's been abysmal and writing has been tough.

This one's shorter than I would've liked it to be, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Enjoy and take care x

Check it out on ao3!

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It was shortly after Piers ate Max out that they decided to just go for it. There was a little stalling and more kissing (not that it was a bad thing), with both of them eager and antsy, but more nervous than they’d expected to be after so many years of mutual pining. 

Max’s top and socks were gone at last, leaving her bare, and Piers finally began stripping. Max made timid offers as he worked his way out of his clothes to jerk him off, to suck him off, to do something in exchange for what he’d just done for her. She wanted to so badly, god, his cock was pretty to her. It was a decent length, and neither too wide nor too thin, with a pinkish gradient running between the tip and his base. 

Piers denied her offer, telling her she could do it another time. That he would rather wait. That he needed to be inside her now.

But first, he teased her for trying to be so transactional.

He gruffly breathed against her lips between kisses, “Letting me taste that delicious pussy of yours while you came was a reward itself.” 

As he said this, he ground against her and sighed, his own breath shaky as the underside of his dick slotted itself directly against Max’s folds. And if the feeling of his shaft pressing against her hadn’t made her moan, Piers’ words definitely would have. 

What followed was some nervous laughter. “Oh my god,” Max squeaked into Piers’ mouth. 

He laughed as he swallowed her words, before parting slightly to respond, “What, s’that too much?”

“Well, no, but…” Max finished her sentence by giggling some more, pressing her forehead to his, and shrugging.

Piers removed his palm from the cushion below them, tilting Max’s chin up before kissing her again. “Good,” another kiss, “it’s fun getting to finally say shit like this to you,” another, “your reactions are more adorable than I’d ever imagined.” 

Max moved her hands from Piers’ shoulders to his cheeks. Completely flustered, she asked quietly, “You’ve imagined this?” 

“‘Course I have,” he answered like it was obvious. Max felt Piers’ hips shift between her thighs. “Haven’t you?” 

With the angle Piers has now placed himself, his tip was threatening to glide right into Max. There was no friction stopping him — only Piers’ determination to make this last. To draw as much as he could out of Max, to see if she would beg him to fuck her before he gave in himself. Arceus, it was a treat, hearing her beg for him twice now. He wanted to see if he could wring some more pleas from her.

Max whimpered. She wasn’t expecting him to just… be there. All it would take is a nudge of his hips or a wiggle of her own to sheath him into her. It took every fiber of her being not to, but she persevered. Wanted to build anticipation and see what else Piers would do first.

She nodded, answering his question.

“Yeah?”

Max gave up her plans immediately. Something about the way he said that one simple word…

She wiggled a bit. 

Piers removed his hand from her cheek and held her down by the hip. Max tried moving again anyway and Piers smirked as he tightened his grip. Not so hard that it hurt badly, but hard enough that it might leave bruises.

Max was so into it. She swallowed back a moan, exhaled, and finally nodded. Looked at the space between Piers and herself next and felt Butterfrees let loose in her stomach.

His lithe torso was just barely hovering over Max’s similarly sized yet much softer one. Something about the contrast looked interesting. She couldn’t tell if it was in a good or a bad way, but it made her feel something at least. 

Piers’ cock was perfectly lined up and ready to go; and to Max, it felt surreal to see him naked at all, let alone like this. 

He cut Max away from her thoughts. “How often?”

“Hm?”

“How often have you imagined this, Max?” he purred.

Her face burned at the question. 

“How many times have you thought about being fucked by me?” 

Piers readjusted himself, letting Max’s hip free so as to rub his head along her slit. He sighed, a small hum escaping him, and smiled wider when Max’s nervous awe transitioned into pleasure. He dipped his face down in succession, but didn’t let their mouths touch.

Not expecting his shy (and probably a bit overstimulated, physically and mentally) companion to answer, he continued a short moment later. “How many times have you fucked yourself while thinking about me,” he inhaled with an open mouth as he pressed the sensitive underside of his dick against her harder, then went on, “while wishing it was me?” Piers felt a cool breeze on his lips, Max near-silently gasping. 

The answer was a resounding plenty, but she didn’t say that. She couldn’t form the words to. She could only briefly reminisce on all the times she’d pretended that a sex toy was his cock, or that her fingers were his.

Bringing his tip back down to Max’s opening, Piers gave her a brief kiss before he murmured against her, “‘Cause I’ve been doing it for years.” He shifted around a little, letting his head just barely dip inside her before taking it out.

Max whimpered. It was one of the loudest noises she’d made so far.

Piers felt proud of her.

Repeated the action, biting down on his lip to silence himself as he basked in how Max’s mouth widened and how her eyelashes fluttered. Piers usually didn’t care if he moaned during sex — he didn’t see it as emasculating, or whatever the fuck other men tended to think — but he did his best to mute himself this time, wanting to experience Max to the fullest degree.

Max, while this was going on, was absolutely brainless. She couldn’t believe the shit Piers had been saying, or how hot he sounded while doing it, or how sexy his heady breaths were, or how fucking good just that small centimeter of insertion felt. 

This was all like something out of a fanfic — she couldn’t wrap her head around people like this actually existing. That she could feel so much lust while feeling so lusted after. It felt unreal.

Just like he had done earlier, Piers let his weight fall onto his forearm as he shifted the hand that had been grounding himself to Max’s face. “Oi,” Gave her a little pull to meet his eyes. “Eyes on me, yeah?”

Piers knew eye contact was hard for Max. And he wouldn’t put it against her if it got to be too much, but her eyes were huge and bright and expressive and so goddamn pretty to him. He couldn’t help but be hopeful.

Her eyes widened at the command, but as she relaxed her lids, she nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. A nonvocal way to tell either herself or Piers that she’d do her best. Maybe both? Either way, he got the message.

“Atta girl,” he teased her.

Didn’t expect her to quietly squeak and avert her eyes. He felt her stim behind him, anxiously swirling the short baby hairs near his nape between her fingers. 

Was she into being praised?

“Oh?” he grinned wickedly. His already baritone voice dropped a pitch too.

Max winced. Knew she’d been caught. She then tried her best to resume eye contact, but her eyes kept flickering away. 

Piers decided to soften up on her a little. Rubbing her cheek, he whispered, “Hey.” A few heartbeats later, Max’s eyes were back on his. “There’s my good girl,” he sweetly praised her, his voice just as gentle as before. Max’s eyes widened and her eyebrows twitched, and she took in a shallow breath through her nose.

Cute, Piers thought.

He parted her shaggy bangs — which were a little limp with sweat — down the middle of her forehead to leave a kiss between them. Max leaned into his touch, resting her cheek further into his hand. When he pulled his lips off her skin, he rested his brow to hers.

Max clearly enjoyed how intense Piers had been, but he could tell that she equally wanted something sweet from him. He decided at that moment to save his plans to make her beg for another time. He wasn’t above continuing to tease, but he didn’t want to lay it on too thick either.

His cock was still lined up with her cunt. Through his lashes, he locked onto her deep blue irises before slowly inching his way inside her. 

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, shutting his eyes. 

In the meantime, Max’s mouth gaped, her chest heaved, her head tilted back just a little, and a soft mewl came from her throat. The noise carried on slightly as Piers kept going; he took his time fully inserting himself, wanting to give both himself and Max some time to adjust. Wanting to savor this moment. 

When Piers opened his eyes, he noticed Max watching the scene between them. If she’d been frazzled at the view she’d seen earlier, just imagine how erotic this felt to her now. She thought her heart was going to leap out of her throat.

Wanting to give Max a show, Piers almost fully pulled out, quietly humming through the pleasure as he slid back in. His gaze remained on Max’s the whole time. Wanted to see how she’d react to watching him bury his cock inside her. This time, her body writhed a little and she sucked in her bottom lip to suppress a moan. 

Shifting his hand from her cheek to her jaw, Piers tugged her swollen lip away from her bite to stabilize her with a kiss. Her fingers tightened their hold on his mane, practically hugging his face to hers as they licked and sucked each other’s sounds away.

Only for a brief moment did Piers break the silence, pulling away to get a proper look at Max.

“Alright?”

She nodded, braving his eyes. As she did this, he dug a little deeper, causing her to punctuate her response with a gasp. 

Piers’ eyes flickered to Max’s mouth and back before he observed, “You feel fucking incredible.” Gave her another kiss, then, “I’m going to go faster, s’that alright?”

Max tried to hum a “Mhm” in agreement, but it came out as a moan, muffled by her own closed lips.

Piers didn’t want to push her boundaries, but god, he hoped he could persuade some more sounds out of her.

He decided to try.

Tilting down, he asked, “Think you can do something for me, love?” 

Piers called everyone “love,” as some Galarians just tended to — stereotypes to live up to, and all that — but each time he’d said it today specifically caused Max’s heart to stutter. Her gaze followed Piers’ lips as they drew nearer to hers, and she nodded, prompting him to continue speaking. 

“If anything I do makes you feel good,” he muttered, their lips touching but not kissing yet again, “I want you to fucking scream for me.” A nervous chirp sounded from Max’s throat. Piers laughed, his teeth brushing her lips before briefly pecking her lips. “Can you try to do that for me?”

Unsure of herself, unsure of whether or not Piers was being serious or just saying things to turn her on, and wanting to be totally honest, Max looked Piers in the eyes and shrugged. She was worried she was ruining this with her straight-forwardness, but it was one of the things Piers liked most about her. She was nothing if not honest. He grinned and kissed her again, giving her another deep thrust for good measure. Max parted from him with a gasp and a mewl.  

“It’s alright if you can’t,” he reassured her. 

Another deep thrust, this one a little harder. He could tell Max was doing her best as she murmured a barely audible half-curse. 

His words gravelly, Piers voiced his approval, a slight laugh in his tone. “Arc’s sake, please try, though.” 

Another snap of Piers’ hips paired with another moan from Max, this one slightly more vocal than the last. Her face must’ve looked like that of a Centiskorch. It had felt hot since they started their activities, but she almost couldn’t handle this.

Almost.

“That’s it, love.” Another and another, respectively. “There you go,” Piers grinned.

Max’s eyes struggled to stay open as she sighed, her lids fluttering.

Piers broke his focus from her eyes to kiss her again. God, he loved her lips. After another snap, he parted slightly, gasping into her mouth, which was newly opened for a wanton moan. 

Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected. That she loved the way he was talking to her. That she could cum again, soon, if he just went a little harder and faster and just kept talking. That she wanted him to absolutely fucking wreck her. That she’d always wanted him to.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To give him more to praise her for.

To be his good girl.

His… her tummy fluttered thinking about it. He did call her that earlier, no? His good girl?

She hoped he’d, y’know, meant it. Not just in the moment — she wanted something more to come from this. Her heart warmed at the realization that it seemed likely to happen. 

Another harsh jerk of Piers’ hips released Max from her sappy thoughts. Head foggy and body on auto-pilot, she couldn’t even tell how much louder she’d been growing. 

Piers was over the moon. 

He leaned up, mourning the loss of Max’s quick breaths on his face, but wanting a fuller view. Wanting to see her face. To watch her chest bounce with each movement, to admire her bicolored hair shining beneath the cool lighting of her apartment, to see her belly fold on itself slightly with each impact. 

He’d never seen anything prettier than her in his life.

When Piers retreated, Max indulged in a temporary brush against his bare chest and stomach. She was openly staring, letting her fingers drag their way down slowly. Felt her face tingle a little as she momentarily grazed Piers’ happy trail.

She didn’t really know where to put her hands after, and Piers could tell, so he retreated his recent, dainty hold on her thighs and rested on his hands again, silently offering up his arms for support. Max accepted, her nails quickly digging in harder than she’d realized they were. Piers didn’t mind, knowing he’d probably admire the pale pink crescents she left behind.

Max abandoned one arm in favor of reaching up towards Piers’ face, gently cupping his cheek. It was hard to manage with this much motion, but she made it work. He slowed his pace and leaned into her touch and blissfully closed his eyes before pressing a kiss to Max’s palm. Made her feel melty.

As if he was just destined to be a deviant, Piers locked his eyes back onto hers – cheek still in her hand – and picked up the pace almost mercilessly. Practically fucked speech right back into Max.

“Fuck!” 

“Ha,” he laughed, his breath airy, “welcome back.”

Max pursed her lips, brows upturned and throat making some kinds of noises while she tried to glare at him. She didn’t mind when he or other close friends teased her about how quickly she can switch between vocal and nonvocal, but she always retaliated with faux annoyance. It was a bit, at this point. She wouldn’t abandon a good running gag now.

She didn't have the ability to say anything without it coming out desperate, but she tried. Failed miserably. What was supposed to be “Oh, shut up, Piers,” came out as a lewd and whiny,  “Oh, sh-shit!”

Piers bit his lip, trying to hide his proud grin. Couldn’t stop himself from letting a hand roam from the couch, to her ribs, to her chest. His squeezes around her boobs were more intense than they’d been in his earlier stupor, but she leaned into it, arching herself slightly to silently encourage the behavior. He caught on, pushing her down similarly to how he had pinned her by the hips earlier. Even started to ram into her harder with the extra leverage as assistance, keeping his rapid pace.

Since only one tit was being secured, Max needed to balance herself; she moved her hand from Piers’ arm to her unattended breast, cupping her palm over the top so as to ease the bouncing while bravely letting Piers view her. Piers opted to replace her hand – a little jealous that the hand wasn’t his own, honestly – by gently moving it aside. He punctuated the action by putting more weight onto her for a moment. Letting himself really feel her. Pinching her nipples, massaging the soft, plump tissue, convincing himself he could probably get off on just her reactions to his hands’ little motions alone.

“Fuck,” Max mewled, holding her small hands over his larger ones. Something about feeling his fingers while they worked was doing it for her.

“How’s this feel?” 

Before she could answer, Max moaned. It was all the confirmation Piers needed. He gave her one last harsh squeeze before experimenting with her some more.

“How about this?” he prodded, dragging his hands down her curves and almost forcefully squeezing her sides.

Same reaction – Max moaned on the impact, as did Piers in tandem. “So good,” she strained.

Max’s answer served as motivation. “So good,” she said? Piers wanted her to feel fucking incredible, not just “good.” 

(She did feel incredible, thanks to him. Made no difference to him in the moment, though.)

Piers used Max’s hips to aid himself. With each push into Max’s cunt, Piers pulled her against him.

The fat of her ass and thighs making firmer contact filled the room with loud smacks.

They both silently hoped that misdreavus wouldn’t misread the situation and come back out of Max’s room.

Piers could’ve sworn he felt Max growing wetter now, too. Couldn’t tell if it was more from the sound, the roughness, or the sex itself. Max couldn’t either, if she was to be asked about it, but she definitely felt her body’s innate reactions. There was no friction whatsoever between them, Piers’ cock sliding in and out like she was a second skin. Like they were quite literally made for each other.

“God, Max,” Piers lilted. Max hummed, both inquisitively and pleasurably. “You’re fucking amazing,” he admitted. 

Something about her friend’s sincerity was breaking Max. “P-Piers–”

“Cum for me,” he cut her off, knowing where this was going; feeling Max pulse around him, her cunt gripping him so hard he swore he could see stars. “Please — fuck — come on, cum for me.” A downright pornographic cry from Max sent Piers tipping over the edge. His voice wavered and he gripped her hips harder while she scratched red marks onto his arms. “Fuck Max, just like that. Cum on my cock, love,” he all but commanded. 

Shit. Holy fucking shit.

All of Max’s inhibition snapped as she let go, nodding as if to confirm that she’d do as Piers asked. “Oh, fuck, holy shit!” In succession, she felt Piers’ dick begin to throb, only heightening the sensation. “God, Piers, please, oh my god!” 

She meant to beg him to cum with her, to ask him if he could, to plead for him to not stop – oh god he could not stop yet. But her mind blanked, spewing only desperate babbles and half-requests.

“Thaaat’s it,” Piers cooed, “You’re doing so well.” Another act of good measure followed, because it couldn’t hurt, right? “Mm fuck, so fucking tight, love,” he rambled on, “such a perfect pussy,” knowing full well that it would be a killing blow.

Naturally, that cut through Max’s daze. 

“God, Piers,” she repeated herself, more breathlessly this time. 

Piers chuckled, then immediately followed with, “Fuck— you’re on the pill or somethin’, yeah?”

The shot, actually, but this was no time for semantics.

Max nodded. “Mhm.”

“Mind if I—“ 

“Please,” Max nodded vigorously, chasing the end of her high and hoping his would follow. “Cum in me Piers, please don’t stop.”

“Oh fuck.” That was the absolute last thing he expected. Threw him off. 

He tossed his head back for a brief moment as he slowed his pace to ease his way through his orgasm, but quickly abandoned the impulse, favoring drinking Max in. Her round, red cheeks; her darkened eyes, with pupils that might as well have been heart-shaped; her adorable tits, rising and falling in a ragged rhythm with her chest and his. The shape of her mouth as she let out her last few mewls, winding herself down and powering through these last few moments.

Ending things the way this started, Piers collapsed on to his forearms, pressing his forehead to Max’s. Her eyes were shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting them there like a loose hug. 

Neither of them said anything for a few beats. They were both tired, both processing the past hour or so, and both completely at a loss for words. 

There was so much to discuss… but at the same time, nothing at all, really? They knew they loved each other. They finally made the leap past kissing. They’d both kind of just assumed that, past this point, they’d begin a proper relationship. What more was there to talk about? 

Well, for starters…

“You talk a lot,” Max sleepily observed.

Piers chuckled. “Sorry. Bit much, innit?”

An almost immediate shake of Max’s head followed. She did not think it was too much. He blew her fucking mind with how vocal he’d been, honestly. Felt like a changed woman.

Max’s reaction made Piers laugh a little louder. The sound made Max smile, which coaxed Piers’ grin wider. 

He pulled back slightly, wanting to look Max in the eye. “So, erm… ha, would it be corny of me to choose now to tell you I love you?” Probably should’ve told her before all this, but shit happens.

Max beamed as she nodded, a giddy laugh slipping out with the action. 

“Damn. I’ll take it back then.” 

Nose crinkling and brows furrowing, Max shook her head. “No way!”

“Last time I ever try to be a melt with you.”

“You know it won’t be.”

Piers glared down at Max playfully. She snorted a little, intensifying her laughter and causing Piers to join in, his forehead resting against hers once more.

Max cupped Piers’ face in her hands and whispered her affections back. “I love you too.” 

Piers beamed just as brightly as Max had, his white teeth and minty eyes gleaming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Piers sealed the confession with a kiss before standing. He trekked across the room to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, moistening it in the sink before bringing it back to the couch. Instinctually, Piers began to wipe Max as clean as he could. “Ya know, I didn’t think you had it in you to tell me to cum in you.”

Max covered her burning face with her palms. “Shut up…”

“Are you shitting me? You’ll never live that down, Miller.”

“Damn it.”

“It was so hot.”

“Ough…”

“Flip over,” Piers abruptly ordered, pairing his command with a final swipe up Max’s pussy with the towel.

Max shuddered at the motion before she sat up, unenthusiastically rolling over onto her belly and resting her left cheek to her crossed forearms. “Why?”

A smile evident in his voice, Piers answered matter-of-factly, “Just wanted to see your bum.” As Piers spoke, Max felt a large hand run across the small of her back, followed by two sliding down her hips, each ending their stride by lightly gripping a cheek. “Fuckin’ knew it would be cute.”

Max could only bury her face in her arms and squeak.

A short silence passed.

“What if I just…?” Piers gave Max’s ass a light smack.

They both laughed quietly in response to how pathetic that little tap had sounded.

“Are you, like, asking for future reference?”

The first vowel was dragged out as Piers responded, “I wasn’t, but now I am.”

“Dunno,” Max shrugs, “I’d probably like it.”

“Very good to know.”

“Are you into hair pulling?” she followed up.

“Probably.”

“I noticed.”

“What?”

“Every time I gave you a little, you know,” Max lazily stuck up her hand so that Piers could see, if he was watching, and made a small tugging motion with her right hand as she spoke, “you reacted.”

“Well, yeah, wouldn’t you?” 

Max shrugged, still assuming Piers was watching her. He was.

He leaned over her body, getting low and close to her face as he wove his left hand into her hair. Max tilted her head slightly in his direction, then swallowed a squeak as she was yanked to meet his eyes.

Her lower belly grew a familiar heat, as if she hadn’t just been sent to the moon and back via her friend’s fingers, mouth, and cock, in that order.

Piers grinned evilly at the revelation. “Noted.”

Max shook her head a little to free herself, wincing and blushing and grumbling under her breath. Piers chuckled and let her go, only to go right for the kill, his voice low in her ear. “What about choking?” 

He slowly trailed the hand that has been in Max’s hair to the front of her throat, tracing feathery lines across it with his fingertips.

Max was very into it, actually. “Oh don’t do this to me…” she muttered defeatedly, letting herself shiver at the sensation

“Ohohoho,” Piers mischievously chuckled in response. “You looove this, don’t you?” he asked, tightening his grip. Max felt her core tingle as she inaudibly gasped. Looked away. Was tugged to look back at Piers and bit down on her lip.

“God,” he sighed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“You’re bloody insatiable!” Piers nodded in agreement with a goofy grin and loosened his grip so Max could speak more easily. “I need some time to recuperate, dude.”

“Fair.” Piers sat up and continued admiring this side of Max’s body. Mainly her back this time. He noticed some barely-there birthmarks scattered around and began tracing them, connecting them in his mind like constellations.

“Aaand also to just lay here and do nothing for a while,” she continued, yawning.

An image of what situation Max had been in before they started pressing around flashed in Piers’ mind.

He paused the movement of his fingers. “When was the last time you ate?” He was met with silence. He knew that meant it had been a while. “Max!” he scolded. 

“I didn’t have the energy to cook for myself and my team…”

“Did you at least PelipperEats anything?” She nodded. “Good. When?”

“…What day is it?”

“Maxine!”

Burying her face into her arms she whined, “Don’t yell at me!” 

Piers groaned, pressing his forehead to Max’s back. “Let’s at least get something in you before you rot away some more, yeah?”

“Fine…”

Max sat up, kneeling beside Piers and wrapping her arms around her midsection. Piers pulled her against him, his hand resting on the one that was covering her left side. With the other, he brought the towel to his dick, wiping himself down the best he could with one hand.

”You wanna go grab some new clothes?”

Max tilted her head and looked up at him. ”Are we going out?”

“‘Course we are, you need fresh air.”

Max sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

She stood up and gathered both of their discarded clothes. Had to bend over near Piers’ face to reach some pieces.

“Arc above, this view.”

Max glared at Piers over her shoulder, her face on fire. Tossed his shirt at his face to make her escape, giggling while he scoffed in her wake. 

Upon entering her bedroom, Max was relieved to see Misdreavus peacefully snuggled up with another mon she was keeping in her current leisure-team rotation: a recently hatched Toxel. She had worried before that the creature would give her an earful over how loud and scandalous her recent actions have been, but she was safe… for now, at least.

After picking out her favorite outfit – a comfy, cropped, blue jumper; a long, light pink skirt; and some chunky, pastel, multi-colored trainers, to give her barely-150 cm stature some length – she quickly dressed herself and met Piers near the door to put on her outwear.

“Where’re we going?”

“Your choice.”

“This was your idea,” Max pouted. 

“I fuck the last braincell out of you or something?” the man teased, earning a hearty giggle from Max. “You pick.”

“I mean…” 

“Pfft. Let’s figure it out together while we walk, yeah?”

“‘Kay.” 

Piers held out a hand for Max to take as they trekked to the elevator. “Premarital hand-holding?” Max feigned offense, unable to contain her giggles.

After a cheeky glare, Piers shoved his hand in his pocket and took wider strides, forcing Max to jog a little to keep up.

“Damn it,” she grumbled, forcing her hand into Piers’ pocket to take.

He slowed down to a comfortable walking pace again. “Atta girl.”

Max cringed at herself for warming at the comment. Praise from him felt different now.

Piers noticed. “Easy as that, eh?”

“Shut up.”

“Just trying to give you what you want, love.”

“Oh my god.”

“Pet names already?” He was insufferable. “‘God’ sounds a bit mighty for me, but I’ll take it.”

“I’m gonna go search for a revavroom to run me over.”

“Alright, dramatic.”

As expected, their playful bickering continued all the way to their impromptu destination. 

Somewhere along the way, they aggressively decided to mark this occasion as their first (real) date.

[awhorrerstory]

All love

Jill Roberts x f! Reader

Warnings: murder lol

Jill grabs my hand as I talk to Kirby, Jill’s demeanor seemingly changing as she came over here looking at me and Kirby. She stands next to both of us, glaring at Kirby causing her to look at her with confusion. “C’mon y/n, we have to get to class.” She says giving my hand a gentle tug in her direction causing me to sigh softly, “okay okay, see ya Kirby.” I say waking with Jill to our English class, “what’s with you?” I ask her causing Jill to scoff, “don’t act stupid, she was totally flirting with you.” Jill says annoyance laced in her tone. I stop Jill before we go in our class and pull her towards me causing her to avert her gaze from my eyes, “Jill I’m yours, you know that…” I say cupping her cheek and making her green eyes stare into mine, “I know…I’m not worried that you’ll do anything it’s just-“ “I know, I understand, I feel the same way when Trevor tries to talk to you.” Jill rolls her eyes as she pulls me into the classroom, “yes but he really is a threat since he’s so fucking persistent.” She says rolling her eyes causing me to giggle, “not that he could make me cheat on you-“ I kiss her to shut her up and she instantly kisses me back, “I know Jill.” I say breaking away from our kiss and taking out my notebook. She sighs and pulls hers out as well and we get ready for class until the teacher comes in, “class, today we’re watching a movie, so feel free to sit wherever you’d like.” Everyone moves around and Jill and I end up in the back even though it was a bit hard to see for Jill. Once the movie started Jill began to draw insignificant patterns on my thigh causing me to smile at her romantic behavior, “I love you y/n.” She whispers against my ear before kissing right below it, “I love you too Jill, watch the movie…” I say giggling quietly. She sighs and leans back in her chair still tracing along my thighs. “Are you going to the movie marathon tonight?” She asks softly before kissing my neck. “I don’t know…” Jill’s hand tightens on my thigh, “stay with me tonight…” I smile and nod, “okay…” “Kirby’s coming over too but you can stay the night of course.” She says keeping her arms around me. I blush and hold her back as the movie ends.

After school I go to Jill’s and have dinner with her and after Kirby arrives. We go upstairs and lay on Jill’s bed watching the horror movies all laughing at them. Sometimes Jill’s arms would tighten around me at the scary parts and I’d smile at her scared behavior even though she kept the strong act on when Kirby was around. I soon fall asleep in my girlfriend’s arms, feeling completely safe and protected by her. I wake up when I feel Jill moving and look up to see her on the phone causing me to worry. I look to Kirby and also see her in a panicked state as her and Jill looked out the window. I looked where they were looking and saw ghost face stabbing Olivia to death causing all of us to scream. “Shit! We have to help her!” Jill says tears running down her cheeks. Sidney comes upstairs and when she sees what’s going on rushes next door. We made our way downstairs when we bumped into Sidney with ghost face behind her. He went to stab Jill, “no!” She screams as I jump in front of her and get hit in the stomach. She pushes him down the stairs and everything else is a blur of yelling and panic until I black out.

I slowly gain consciousness, hearing my girlfriend mumbling; “it wasn’t supposed to go this way…I didn’t want you to get hurt…” I open my eyes slowly, looking over to Jill. Her features soften as she sees me, “Y/n! Thank god, don’t scare me like that!” She yells at me as she kisses me, “sorry…” I mumble discovering it hurt too much to talk fully. “No it’s…it’s all my fault…” she says looking away. I cup her cheek and smile softly at her, “it’s not Jill, you didn’t know this would happen.” Jill looks away again still seeming guilty, “I love you Jill.” “I love you too y/n…” she says giving my hand a small squeeze. I get stitched up and get sent home and later in the night Jill sneaks into my room smiling as she looks at me. “Hey…how are you feeling Y/n?” Jill asks cupping my cheek as I look at her, my girlfriend’s green eyes doesn’t worry. “I’m okay, I kinda miss my girlfriend though, she promised I could spend the night.” I say pouting at Jill. She smiles softly and takes off her shirt and pants putting on one of my shirts and getting into bed with me. “Feeling better?” She asks smiling at me gently. I nod and nuzzle into her causing her to giggle as she soothingly stroked my hair. As I was about to fall asleep I hear soft sniffles causing me to look up seeing Jill crying, “hey, what’s wrong baby?” I ask cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears. She shakes her head; “it’s all my fault…” she whispers hugging me tightly. “Jill-“ She gets up looking at me, “y/n I have to tell you something…please…don’t hate me…I’m so sorry…” she continues crying as I sit up slightly, looking at her confused; “what is it?” She covers her face grabbing her bag and placing it beside her. “Okay…” She mumbles softly looking away from me as she takes something from her bag. She gets on top of me, looking like she’s going to kill me causing my heart to beat faster; “Jill?” She seems to be conflicted but bites her lip; “Jill…” her eyes soften and she sighs; “I’m…cheating…” she says softly looking away guiltily. I push her off; “are you kidding me?” I ask her angrily. “I’m sorry…” she mumbles sadly, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t care about him, I never have. I just need him for something and the only way he’d help me was if I’d be with him…” I feel hot tears running down my cheeks as I cry; “You’re enough y/n. I meant it when I said I’m yours and I love you. He’s the reason I wanted to keep us secret, I needed to keep you safe…” I look up at her, her face emotionless causing me to grow angry. “Jill, don’t you feel bad about this?!” She nods, “I do but there’s nothing I can do…” She says looking away from me. I slap her. “I love you you idiot…I want to be with you but I don’t want to be your secret, whatever it is your doing…just…be safe okay? I don’t want you to get hurt…please…” She smiles softly at me kissing my cheek. “I-I don’t want to be your side girl while your with him, please come back when you guys are done for good.” I say looking away from her. “I understand.” She says sighing and shaking her head. She puts her clothes back on and leaves causing me to cry.

-a couple days later-

I go to Kirby’s house since she invited me over for movie night. As I sit on the couch Jill comes in looking at me in shock and our eyes meet immediately causing me to tear up and look away. “I need to talk to you.” She says when Kirby goes to make popcorn. “I-I don’t want to Jill…” “please…” she says worriedly and pleadingly, “okay…” we stand up and go to the bathroom. “What is it?” I ask her. “Why are you here?” She asks in a panicked tone. I sigh shakily, “why do you care? Is your boyfriend coming?” She sighs annoyed. “That’s not why I’m asking you.” “So he is?” She sighs again more aggressively, “that’s not the point! I’m just…I-im worried about you…so much…” she says genuinely, looking up at me with worry, the green eyes I fell in love with still showing what always was there just for me. “Why Jill?” I ask her curiously. “The murders that have been going around…” She says looking away slightly and putting her hands in her back pockets, something she did when she was anxious. “I’m just…I don’t want you to get hurt.” She looks up to me her eyes meeting mine again. “I love you y/n…” she says cupping my cheek as she looked at me. I feel tears running down my cheeks as I try to break my gaze with hers. She hugs me tightly and apologizes over and over as I cry against her. I hold her tightly missing her against me and in my arms. “Jill…I-I love you soo much…” she holds me tighter, “god…I love you too…”

-after all the murders-

I’m standing with Sydney in the kitchen as two ghost faces surrounded us. The one in front lifts her mask and I gasp when I see Jill. Her eyes meet mine but break away quickly to talk to Sydney. I’m too shocked to move and when the camera guy kissed Jill I felt my heart shatter, “Jill…” I whimper. She smirks and continues her spiel as I cry then she stabs Sydney but then her boyfriend causing me to look at her in shock. After she kills everyone she goes up to me and I flinch, “I’d never hurt you…” She says looking at me lovingly, “Jill…” “he’s out of the picture now…just us…” she says looking into my eyes as she holds me carefully. I kiss her with no hesitation, no regrets, just all the love I’ve been holding onto.

[jungkookiegukk]

~𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜~

⤷ 18+ fanfic ⤷ kth x jjk | bottom jk , top tae ⤷ Contains: smut, fluff, boyxboy NOTE: This is fictional. Mentions of tool insertions, do not try this at home. (Sorry if it feels rushed, I will put the whole story on Wattpad) >>>Feel free to comment any suggestions and leave a like, it helps me a lot, MENTALLY >>>>*kiss*

Jungkook's POV: "So... you are going to tie me up, huh?" I skeptically looked at the rope in Taehyung's hands. "Of course, your strength is something. Wouldn't want to risk anything." He took my hands into his, beginning to tie my wrists together. Pulling my hands apart to test it, I could tell it was tight enough to restrict my movements. "Sit tight, baby. I will be right back." As Taehyung was already heading to the hallway, I could feel myself getting hard... I knew this night was going to be something new ㅡ nothing bad in it, but after looking into it, it surely looked painful. "And? What do you think?" His voice broke my zone out, drawing my full attention onto his now naked body ㅡ making me even harder against the only pair of boxers that was covering my body.

The sight before me seemed unreal, somehow, I couldn't even believe my eyes. I didn't even notice that my mouth was parted until he came closer, a gentle tap of a finger sending shivers through my body. "Are you afraid, bun?~ " he said while playing with the metal rod between his fingers. His head was tilted, eyes staring into mine. "N-no... It's just- " I stopped, watching his movements as he climbed onto the bed, sitting on top of my thighs. "Yeah? It's just what?" I gulped, shifting my body a bit. "It's a new experience for me, that's all." He laughed softly, placing the tool onto my stomach while he moved his hands to rub my member. His fingers were brushing the tip, forcing to enter between the cheeks and pulling them apart slightly. I whimpered when he started squeezing my length as hard as his knuckles turned white, wetness gathering around my entrance. "Let's see how..." he said, grabbing the metal rod into one of his hands, the other taking the bottle of lube. My eyes were locked on Taehyung's hands, widening as he spread the liquid over tip and over the rod as well. He slid off me and parted my thighs wide, putting each one of them on one side of his waist "Relax now~ " I swallowed deeply as he pushed the first inches of the tool inside me. "Ah-... h-hyung..." My breathes were getting quicker and hitched while he kept sinking the rod further. "Shh, it will get better, Kook-ah." Instinctively, I flinched and tried to close my legs. Taehyung pressed his free hand on one of my thighs, whispering reassuring words all the time as he kept moving the rod inside me at a slow pace. I shut my eyes and bent my head backwards against the bed headboard, trying to control my breaths. A soft touch on my abs made me open one eye and take a peek at what was happening in front of me. One second later, I opened the other and my attention got taken away by Taehyung's tilted head, a smile forming on his lips. Moving my gaze down, I noticed the metal rod was completely inside me, his thumb pressing on its end. "Took it so well, baby." His hand caressed my abs, squishing from time to time. I nodded, squirming my hips. "Tell me if it hurts." He added, before starting to move the tool up and sinking it back in. A moan escaped my lips, bringing a smirk to his face as he fastened his movements, a hungry desire to hear more sounds from me. It was feeling too good and I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, until he stopped, pulling the rod up and leaving me empty. "Hyung?" Confusion and dizziness were taking over me, my body burning in desire. His hand moved to my nipples, pinching and teasing me as I squirmed and moaned underneath him. I could feel his breath against the tip of my length as he leaned to kiss and lick it. "You're so cute like this, Kook-ah." I gasped and shook my head. "P-please. No teasing... I'm s-so close, hyung." He smirked, lowering his hand my member, holding it in place as he held the rod right above the tip ㅡ yet not touching. "Tell me what you want, baby." I was panting, eyeing his hands and trying to move my hips up. His hand pressed me back down on the bed, forcefully. "Please." He tilted his, enough to make my eyes meet with his. "Please what? Say it, Kookie. You want me to bring up your pretty orgasm? To make you whine? Hmm?" His voice was making me breath heavily, grunting and whimpering until I found the power to form words. "Y-yes... please make me come, hyung. It hurts, please." Patting my lower belly, he moved his hand to my length again, squeezing it as he dug the tool through my swollen hole. I moaned loudly, tilting my head to the side. I had my eyes half closed, pleasure overtaking me.

My whole body was burning and I could feel it pulsing against Taehyung's tight grip. "Rub it, hyung. Jerk me off." My back arched as he moved the rod inside me slowly and started rubbing my member faster and faster. "Mgh- I'm g-gonna..." My lips parted unconsciously as he slid the rod out of me, liquid spluttering on my stomach and on his hand. "Aysh, you're such a mess." He said with a little chuckle, leaning to place a kiss on my cheek and lick my earlobe. A quiet whimper escaped my lips as I saw the liquid covering his fingers. "M'sorry..." I mumbled as he started wiping both of us and lifting me up. "No need for that, you're okay now. Did so well~ " He began untying my wrists and pulling me onto his lap as we started rubbing my still-aching tummy. "T-that feels good..." I breathed out and started relaxing against his body, resting my head against his collarbone.

"I love you, Kook-ah."

"I love you too, Tae-ssi."

[themistressofdolls]

Xenos the cat UNLEASHED Chapter V

Chapter I: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/743616576495009792/xenos-the-cat-unleashed

Chapter II: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/744437263076917248/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-ii

Chapter III: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/747208799126011904/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iii

Chapter IV: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/748187552796868608/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iv

Chapter V

My return to Genshinki

After blowing up hell I returned to Genshinki to do some training since I hadn't visited my friends there in a long time, they where all happy to see me as Udon took me to a huge Japanese food festival and we had great time together.

Reimi Hikari showed up with Marcala as they poured us some saki “I bet you could use some relaxation, that story about hell sounds like quite an intense adventure.” Marcala smiled as I sipped some relaxing saki.

“Nothing to me besides someone had to take care of hell, its an evil realm that hurt a lot of people and now everyone is free from it.” I smiled pouring us all some saki.

There was some airships in the distance and I noticed they had the logo of the third reich on them “I wonder what that's all about.” I pondered.

Explosions shook Steamberg as the airships unleashed a bombardment upon the town “Looks like trouble, I finally remembered what those logos where!” I knew they where bad after using my mind palace.

THEY WHERE NAZIS...the original ones.

We boarded Marcalas broomstick flying into town which was on fire as undead Nazi soldiers where gunning down people in the street for fun “You sick fucks, you're gonna burn!” I shouted drawing the ultima emerald gunblade slicing them apart with a whirlwind slash attack.

Nazi tanks entered the room shooting shells at us which I cut in half then went super using a chain lightning attack to explode all the tanks at once.

On the bridge of the fucking command shit ADOLF HITLER looked down from the windows upon his throne “ZE FINAL ORDER IS READY 100,000 ELITE SHIPS TO INVADE ALL REALMS AND WORLDS AT ONCE! SOON ZA FOURTH REICH SHALL BE READY TO HERALD MY RETURN FROM HELL!” Hitler laughed ordering the attack.

Back on the flaming town we tried to save as many people as we could “Get out of here, go to the youkai forest, you'll be safe there.” Reimi said.

“What is going on, who are these people attacking?” Marcala asked me.

I looked towards her “Somehow, Hitler returned.” I said.

They didn't who Hitler was since Genshinki was an outer realm so they didn't know much about the Earth realms or its history “He was an evil dictator who ran Germany once and killed a lot of people, he was a racist xenophobic prick and must have returned after I destroyed hell therefore its my responsibility to stop him once and for all!” I said going into my omni super form and flying up to his airship.

I got inside the command ship killing 100s of nazi soldiers which was fun then I confronted Hitler on the bridge who was augmented with cyberware “You must be ze one who destroyed hell, I offer you a place by my side, serve ze glorious fourth reich and you shall have power and command.” He smiled which made my fucking stomach turn.

“GO EAT TURDS YOU SCUM BAG PIECE OF NAZI SHIT I'D NEVER JOIN YOU!” I spat in his face and punched him but then he turned on a force field.

“REICH FIELD ONLINE!” He said and fired rockets from his throne as robo Hitlers with machine arms attacked me.

I used my unleashed mode and exploded all the Robo Hitlers then started to punch Hitlers energy field as it shattered and I punched his face so hard it was bits of blood and skull “NIGHT NIGHT BIGOT!” I said ending Hitler.

A voice came on the horn “You foolish catboy, I have many copies of myself you only killed one GOODBYE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” The voice of Hitler laughed as he set the airship to explode.

War returns to England

I woke up at the shrine where Reimi and Udon where healing me “What happened to the nazi fleet?” I asked them.

“They flew into a portal to invade Earth, we tried to stop them but if there is a silver lining here Xenos I guess we should be glad Genshinki is safe.” Reimi sighed.

I got up and entered a healing trance to restore my energy then had a deep think about what to do next “Hitler wants to invade every world, if he takes over Earth then he will keep going.” I was determined to stop him so me and Udon crossed the boundary back to Earth.

The news was on a TV in a TV shop so we decided to watch “England is being attacked by...we are just getting confirmation...ITS THE NAZIS THE ORIGINAL ONES THEY SOMEHOW RETURNED! That's right its not Neo Nazis, or Trump or the Alt right NO ITS THE ORIGINAL GERMAN NATIONAL SOCIALIST ONES LEAD BY HITLER HIMSELF!” The newscaster was panicing on the TV.

“Earth isn't equipped to deal with Hitler, this isn't 1945 he's grown stronger in hell and now he has dark science under his command.” I grimaced thinking of what to do as I used my mind palace to think.

“We need a crack team, let me make some calls.” AND I DID!

Later that night we arrived by the shores of Brighton beach by stealth boat which my PMC friends lent us out, with me was Kazu, Cinos the Hedgehog, Brisket, The Professor and Udon all armed with state of the art weaponry READY TO DO SOME NAZI KILLING, FUCK YEAH!

We snuck into a strange dark temple where nazi wizards where meeting with torches doing some kind of evil ritual while Hitler sat in a throne, in front of him kneeling was Robert Mercer and Dennis Prager “My master, long have we waited for your return. For mans dark urges need a dark master to keep them in line for mans depravity is great and thus needs an evil God to look over him.” Said Dennis Prager in that fucking creeper voice as he kissed Adolf Hitlers ring.

“We have kept the dream alive for decades my dark master, may the great purge begin.” Robert Mercer hissed.

Robert Mercer and Dennis Prager where caught in an epic explosion which destroyed them as I slammed into the ground armed with my new crystal cyber scythe BLACKBANE “This sick display is over!” I pointed the blade forward then spun around killing a fuck ton of nazi bastards then Brisket charged in with duel plasma uzis opening fire on the armored troopers.

Kazu came in the back on a military jeep with Cinos the hedgehog in the back firing the turret as a spray of armor piercing heavy machine gun rounds slammed into the nazi wizards “SUCK ON THAT YOU UGLY OLD FUCKS!” Kazu laughed.

Hitler stood firing a beam of void magic at me which drained my powers “I can't go super, I need to recharge!” I gasped opening fire with my HK assault rifle but he blocked it with his energy field.

“I shall open the reality gate and become one with every universe, my forces will be part of a never ending nazi empire!” Hitler laughed at me

Then Hitler merged with the gateway becoming a dark daemon nazi “My first foundation shall be your blood becoming the first tile of my new palace!” Dark Angel Hitler mocked.

Then a spear of light hit one of his wings “Are you going to say ADOLF FUCKING HITLER OF ALL PEOPLE IS GIVING YOU A HARD TIME? I WON'T LET ANYONE WHO DEFEATED ME MAKE SUCH A DISGRACE OF MY NAME!” Shouted Genos my sister who was wearing a gothic lolita battle dress.

“What the fuck do you want?” I sighed.

She walked over to me with her dark spear “A FUSION LETS KICK THIS NAZI BASTARDS ASS TOGETHER OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!” She laughed as we both went super.

“I hate this idea but the situation calls for us HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!” I shouted powering up.

Genos did the same drawing in her energy as Dark Angel Hitler looked worried “HIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Genos shouted and we merged into one.

I AM GENXIS MOONBLADE! PRINCESS OF DARKLIGHT AND I SHALL PUNISH YOU! I shouted as my flowing dark dress with white frills with glowing silver lines blew in the wind.

I blew my speared gunblade which was made of primastic crystal pointing it at the nazi fucks face “Perish!” I formed beautiful wings of light as I flew upwards slashing Dark Angel Hitler a million times with my level one limit break JUSTICE OF DRAGOONS.

“Mein verdammtes Gesicht, du Arschloch!“ Hitler screamed.

Then I summoned ten million spears of pink light “SUMMONED JUSTICE OF ODIN!“ I shouted firing the spears into his wings as they shattered like glass from the impact of ten million spears.

Pulling energy from across the world “ALL BEINGS OF PURE HEART ALL THOSE THAT LOVE PEACE AND FREEDOM! COME TO ME LET US END THIS THREAT ONCE AND FOR ALL!“ I shouted summoning all the planets energy to form a holy sun attack.

“NO MORE NAZIS! IT'S TIME FOR NAZIS TO DIE IN THE PAST WHERE THEY FOREVER BELONG!“ I shouted firing all the energy of the holy sun bomb into dark energy Hitler as the dark clouds forming his body where consumed by the holy light.

Finally the explosion destoryed him as the weak and frail man impacted with the grounded near death.

I landed on the ground looking down upon him “Please spare me, please.“ He begged for his life but I just aimed my hand firing a barrage of tri fire spells burning him till not even bones remained then just to finish the job I used manga fire magic to destory even the dust.

Hitler was sent to the Yama for judgement who sealed him for eternity in the netherworld where he would be tortured.

Me and Genos unfused looking at each other “This isn't over brother, we shall meet again as enemies.“ She warned me and teleported away.

Hero of the city

I went to city hall for a big ceremony the next day where they gave me a medal for stopping the Nazis not to mention the time I wiped out all of hell which was a pretty big deal “Edgeblade isn't a name for you, no you need a more badass one HOW ABOUT XENOS HELLSLAYER!“ The mayor said AND I LIKED IT!

That night I went back to Tokyo playing some video games with Chass and Brisket having a good time since we needed to relax for a bit.

The Thanksgiving dinner from hell

My mother and father where visiting Japan for the holidays so me and Brisket had to make a huge Japanese meal for them since it was thanksgiving in Tokyo.

“Welcome to Japan, its good to see you all.“ Brisket smiled as they came in.

My dad pointed behind him “Also I brought your brother and sister over so behave.“ He said as Genos and Helios was there standing over me in his cyborg armor and shoulder cannon.

“There better be orange soda here.“ He said in a booming angry voice as he stomped into the living room while Genos was smoking from her cigarette holder wearing a christmas jumper with Cinos the hedgehog on it.

“Don't ask, father made me wear this thing!“ She sighed at me coming inside.

I grumbled going to the kitchen to check on Brisket who was labouring over the oven “Hows the turkey coming along? Looks like trouble arrived but because of the holiday I have to try and avoid fighting with them which is harder than it sounds.“ I whined.

Brisket patted me on the head then smiled “Don't worry it will be great day, just smile and try to get along with your brother and sister.“

In the living room some anime was on TV which I couldn't hear since Genos and Helios where having a stupid debate “I wanted orange soda and our stupid brother only get lemon lime soda in!“ He moaned like a little bitch.

Genos frowned with that smug face of hers “These are pathetic first world problems Helios, try being trapped in the distant past for eons having to live in the cold ruins of a crystal castle after exterminating the magical girl population. Also my only companion there was a sealed eldritch god that could only speak in roars.“ She replied taking a drag from her cigarette holder.

“Yes but I was dead for much of mein childhood and teen years until I was revived as a hulking hunter killer cyborg.“ He said in a mechanical rage voice.

Brisket came out with the turkey and food “Dig in theres enough for everyone.“ She smiled with that smile that could melt hearts.

We ate our food but it was akward since everyone was quiet “So are you still a useless do gooder? With all your power you could rule the world beside me!“ Genos smiled with that fucking smug cat grin.

“I'LL RULE MY FUCKING FIST IN YOUR FACE!“ I shouted at her which annoyed mom since she didn't like swearing.

“No swearing at the dinner table, be nice.“ She said and we both said sorry.

We ate some turkey then watched anime before playing some video games that night but it was all over everyone went home but before she left my sister spoke “Next time we meet I shall bring your end, my worthless brother.“

Yeah right, next time we met I would be her end!

Misinformation wars

I took a plane to America, the TSA tried to stop me so I just gave them the glare scaring them and they didn't fuck with me after that.

Out in the streets of New york through there where riots as people where fighting people, faction vs faction and family vs family “DON'T BELIEVE THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA, HUMANS ARE MADE OF BEANS I READ IT ON THE FAKEBOOK!“ One old guy shouted as he ripped his shirt off and rolled around on the road screaming.

“WE MUST VOTE FOR ADOLF HITLER TO SAVE AMERICAN FREEDOM!“ A random 20 something with stupid fucking sunglasses screamed out.

Two people throwing fire bombs into a building “We must support, Cid!“ The boy said.

His friend punched him “NO WE MUST SUPPORT NORG!“

Everything was on fire “What is this all about? I'm getting fucking tired that people can't be chill for a fucking day on this planet!“ I threw my hands up in the air.

Chass arrived on the scene and I was glad to see someone sane “Chass whats happening here? Why is everyone going insane?“

The armored alien pulled out his cell phone “Its the new Fakebook app from NeoMeta, its spread everywhere flooding the world with fake news.“ He showed me the app which was filled with the most brain dead fake news stories.

“It has to be Mark Roboberg but I destoryed him a long time ago, we need to go to the HQ of NeoMeta to find out the truth before this gets out of control fast.“ I said and we took a taxi to the building which was a high tech corprate HQ.

Inside the building was empty, nothing but supercomputers running “Where are all the staff? This is fucking creepy!“ I shouted.

We got in the lift going for the top floor as the door opened the battle damaged Mark Roboberg was sitting on a chair wearing a bussiness suit.

“WOULD YOU YOU YOU YOU WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CHEEEEESEEEE!“ He said as his body sparked

I took out the silver edge katana going into my combat stance “I destoryed you how did you come back? Its pointless anyway, the empire that built you is long gone!“

He stood up sparking “Why why why why KILL HUMAN! EMAIL NOT FOUND 404...You see with FAKE FUN NEWS dot com I CAN MAKE THEM UNALIVE THEMSELVES for just 9.99 a week P&P BUY THIS QUEENS ROYAL DOG FIGURE 50P plus P&P EMAIL NOW ON MSN DOT COME HAHA! I will become DEATH destoryer of worlds FOR A LOW PRICE TODAY and fuck humanity OUT OF BEING ALIVE with their own hands BECAUSE EVERYONE IS STUPID as seen on free aol internet CD!“ He sparked and smoked as his hand turned into a machine gun and he started staking around the room firing at us.

“CROSS VANGUARD SLASH LIMIT BREAKER!“ I shouted using a four way katana slash to cut him into four pieces as the busted up robot exploded again.

Then from the shadows it was my dark self ZENOS VOIDEDGE who looked fucked up as always with the crystal pandemonium blade “I could never fully repair him but I do not need a figurehead the fake news plan is already underway!“ He laughed.

Chass armed his laser railgun while I took my secondary katana out to duel weld “Why are you trying to ruin the minds of the worlds people?!“ I asked.

“Humans are stupid sheep who can't think for themselves, even the freedom lovers are just as much fools for propoganda! I will destory the notion of truth until they believe in nothing and eat themselves to DEATH!“ He said with a wicked grin.

We crossed blades as our weapons sparked “I won't allow you to watch the world burn UGLY!“ I said swinging the other katana at him as he quickly perried.

Zenos Voidedge jumped onto a pillar and snapped his finger as two robots with spike balls for hands hopped into the room shooting lasers from their eyes at us “I shall deal with these two pests.“ Chass said firing the laser railgun at them.

“ITS BETWEEN YOU AND ME MY EVIL SELF!“ I went into MY PSYCHO FORM and Zenos in response went into his abyss anti super form.

As slashed at each other thousands of times trying to get hits in “XENOS HELLSLAYER YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT EVIL!“ My evil self mocked me.

I focused on joy and friendship going into my holy super form channelling the light of purity into my blades “OMNI JUDGEMENT TYPE FIVE!“ I said unleashing my limit breaking as I slashed at him with every holy blade and he had that OH SHIT face on him as he was slashed over and over then the judgement blade went through his body as he exploded into light being sent to the heavens to be torn asunder for good.

“Nice work, we make a good team.“ Chass said and did a bro shake.

Looking over the rigs of super computers I powered up sending out a burst of tri fire and tri lightning magic attacks forcing all my mana through the god damn fakebook building as the song DMC legacy played “I'M ENDING FAKE NEWS FOR GOOD!“ I said shedding a manly tear as all the super computers went up in flames as the building began to explode.

I was ready to go down with the fakebook building lost in my anger for all the evil that had been done here, when Brisket stood on the balony above “Xenos Hellslayer, you can stop now!“ She cried which snapped me back to reality as I went with her and Chass escaping from the crumbling Fakebook building.

We got out just in fire as the rubble was on fire and Brisket was hugging me “I was so scared I'd never see you again.“ She cried.

I petted her “You know I've survived worse, don't worry about it.“ I smiled looking over the ruins, seemed the city had started to calm down since the fake news had stopped.

I saw a fragment from a ruined super computer which had a golden T logo on it but I didn't know what that meant so I didn't think much of it for now.

Elsewhere a robed man picked up the data left in the ruins “With this we can build a new technocracy run by the elites“ he said unhodding himself IT WAS SAM ALDMAN.

Becoming a scion

After spending the next year relaxing while also doing some training I fell through a rift in space time to another world where magic existed.

I soon learned this was the world of Eorzeio and the three nations of the Eorzeio alliance had been getting invaded BY THE EMPIRE which had gaint robots and magitech soldiers which could make quick work of mages and knights.

Being new to that world I had to build up a reputation first so I became an adventurer doing many quests and clearing dungeons out thats when a white haired man came up to me “The power you have is the aura, you must be a warrior of justice the old texts mentioned one would appear to us one day.“ He told me.

“What is a warrior of justice and who are you?!!“ I wanted to know.

He grinned “I am Tanchad a high up member of the Scions of the seven Twilight we defend the world from the summoned gods as well as the empires invasions, consider joining up with us Xenos Hellslayer.“

We went to the scions base in the Gobrus desert where I met the other remembers one of which was a catgirl demi human like me, I was surprised to meet one of my own kind in this other world “We have data that a summoned god has appeared in the Elven wood, please Xenos if you could stop it.“ Millia begged me so I went there.

The gaint beast ODUS appeared and used his magic to enslave a bunch of elves “They obey me forever but your aura protects you I GUESS DEATH IS ALL YOU WILL GET FROM ME!“ The false god hissed at me drawing four gaint swords.

I went super form level two and cleved him in half with one attack from the Crystal Kata gunblade as the god was unsummoned.

However those cursed under his power where enslaved forever so I used cure of moons magic to undo the mind control “Thank you Xenos you are a true hero.“ They said.

Then a masked man in dark robes floated above “So you are the pathetic warrior of justice, enjoy your last hurrah for it will be your final one before death comes to time hahahahaha!“ He said and faded into a dark cloud.

The threat of SIGMA WEAPON

I did a lot of missions for the scions over the next year even building a reputation of fame across the three city states due to my deeds.

The empire got more bold as they tried to invade more countries so I went to the 15th wood to get some information when a cult had summoned another dark god this time THE WIND GODDESS HELLINA “I will eat and feed upon the lowly humans who do not obey my will!“ The harpy shouted as her brainwashed slaves licked her talons which was fucking sick.

“You'll pay for demeaning the minds of mortals!“ I warned her as I went into my Lunar super form and blasted her apart with the Hyclonius beam.

Then rockets hit as imperial walker mechs showed up along with their general the Legatus Garthus Xedius Ceaser “Xenos Hellslayer you have magic which makes you a threat to mortal men, you are proof of the noble ideals I hold to destory magic itself and sunder all gods!“ He said with a dark lord voice due to his machine gas mask.

A gaint mecha like a dragon came out of the ground firing beam missles killing four gods at once then consuming their power “This is what I have seeked for many years THE SIGMA WEAPON and with it the empire shall dominant all nations and destory magic!“ Gathus said.

I pointed my gunblade at him “I'VE DESTORYED AND PILOTED COUNTLESS MECHAS, GUNSUITS AND ADAMUS ROBOTS! THIS HUNK OF HARDWARE IS NOTHING TO ME!“ I laughed in his face.

Then that masked man floated in the air “Yesssss with Sigma weapon you will become truly the most powerful general in all the lands.“

“You know that guy is shady and just using you right?“ I pointed out but the General ignored me.

Garthus boared the sigma weapon “No Landradelta offers me power so he is good!“ He said and flew away in the machine to plan his final invasion.

Back at the desert base I talked to Millia and Tanchad “Who the fuck are these masked robe guys who keep messing with dark powers? You better start explaining because I am getting pissed off!“ I shouted.

Millia sat down taking out a grimoire of lost history “They are the Aeonians a council of immortals that have caused horrfic events to happen in the worlds we call the shards, your Earth is one of these shards along with Parabus and more. They manpulate villains and those with a desire to power to help them cause apocalypse chain events for their evil god.“

Everything fell into place, the robo empire, Eron Monks company, the Satanic cult that birthed my evil self THE AEONIANS WHERE BEHIND IT ALL PUPPET MASTERING THE DAMN THING OVER ALL THESE YEARS!

Operation SIGMA DOWN!

Millia gathered the leaders of the three nations as we began our plan to fight back “As you can understand Garthus has threatened to use the Sigma weapons nuclear flare beam to wipe us off the map but I believe if we join him we can make a lot of money.“ Said Lord Lodito

The rich Lolofall which was a small race all nodded and agreed so I picked Lord Lodito up and punched him out a window and he died “If anyone thinks of defecting to the empire I will tear your limbs off one by one!“ I threatened and they all gulped getting in line.

All the leaders agreed signing a new treaty to restore the alliance as we gathered our troops and airships to raid the Castdirudum where Garthus was planning to activate the Sigma weapon and enslave the world under the empire.

We paradropped into the base fighting an army of magitech walkers and magigolem mechs which went down easily with my blade.

“Kill the savages!“ Said a legate and I blasted him.

I went into super demi human level 3 firing off a beam of Quad Omega which killed thousands of imperial soldiers easily “Storm the gates!“ I ordered as the scions and allies charged forward breaking through the techno interior of the base.

I went inside checking the computers when Garthus was behind me with his own gunblade “Tell me Xenos Hellslayer warrior of justice, for why do you fight? Is it for false gods? For all the villains that crossed you? Why must we be foes? Together we can destory the idols and greedy villains to bring an age of order under the empire!“ He gave a speech.

I drew my gunblade IRON JUSTICE taunting him “I would never betray the scions to join the empire, besides nothing good has come out of countries called empires.“ I logiced at him.

“Silence!“ He said as we where moving on a cargo elivator and he attacked our party as we crossed gunblades.

But I went into my Crystal super form and slashed at him as he went flying through the control panal “such power...“

He tried to go super as his armor turned gold but I just kneed him in the stomach as he fell over in pain holding his knee “Ahhhh!“ He moaned like a bitch.

A dark cloud appeared over the Sigma weapon and it was that bastard Landradelta “You where weak Garthus what a pity it seems I shall need to activate the weapon myself and bring the 7th apocalypse chain, very well.“ He said teleporting into the cockpit as the weapon activated.

The entire facility exploded into fire and hell as the machine activating spraying fire, magic, missle rockets, death and spikes “THIS IS CHAOS I NEED ROOM TO GET CLOSE TO ATTACK!“ I shouted out so Leena the cat demi human of the scions used her magic to sheild me.

“You have a window, take the shot Xenos warrior of justice!“ She cried out AND I DID!

I WENT INTO MY FINAL HAZARD FORM glowing red fury and gold AS LIVE AND LEARN FATE MIX PLAYED.

“What bullshit is this? I bet my wife never had to put up with this crap!“ Landradelta cursed opening fire with everything as I dodged easily then got close summoning THE FINAL FURY DAI KATANA then USING LIMIT BREAKER X7 FINAL CROSS!

I slashed in circles, sliced then used the up down slam as the impacts from each slash caused a sonic boom that shook the planet.

Then to finish off the Sigma weapon I summoned twenty million golden mana spears bombarding the machine as it was consumed in the fury.

We stood in the burning wreak everything around us on fire as Landradelta teleported out of the junked machine with tranquil fury behind the mask “The Aeonians will never be defeated, our goal is a rightous one and this night I shall spill your blood for delaying our plans!“ He pointed his clawed gauntlet at me.

The Aeonian fired balls of darkness at me which I dodged “I bring down the fury of creation upon you PERISH!“ He cursed summoning the rains of void which burned me as they came down upon me so I forced all my ki and mana into a barrier as the cursed rain sprayed into it like mini gun bullets.

I focused switching over to my holy super form as I fired the barrier then cast a blastwave of pure light “LUMINARE!“ I shouted as the light consumed Landradelta.

“Aggggggg!“ He screamed consumed by the light.

After stopping the threat we sent back to the desert captial to have a grand feast with all our friends which became a fond memory of mine but as I ate my chicken dinner and wine I couldn't help but think that the empire was still a threat as I looked out the balony that night from the palace towards the moonlight “I will take the emperor down myself along with the Aeonians.“ I swore.

The church and the light

I had spent around three years in Eorzeio and did tons of training between adventures to get even stronger thats when we had a new quest to go to the holy kingdom of Ishmon which was lead by some kind of pope and I hated popes because of my experences with Ivan Baconman years ago who posed as one to get the human race to kill themselves.

“We need to be diplomatic, I hate the church too but lets keep out of trouble alright?“ Leena smiled and we took the airship to Ishmon which was filled with snow and ice.

After we landed we where ordered to visit the holy see which was a golden crystal church which sickened me because anyone outside of the nobility was poor but the religions had the money to build all this such hypocracy “Ahhh you came, welcome I am pope Leviticus welcome, you are welcome in our great city...so long as you are not the gays...“ He whispered under his breath and I wanted to punch his ugly face but Leena hushed me and held my arm.

“We are here to investgate Aeonian activity your grace.“ Leena said calmly.

That was when an Aeonian in white with a gold mask floated behind him “It is true we made a deal with the Aeonians to make our nation prosperous, they mean no harm their intentions here are good.“

The white Aeonian floated towards me “I am Elidon leader of the Aeonians, we shall see more of each other soon.“ He said in an emotionless voice that lacked emotion.

I met some knights who went on a quest with me the iceila ruins to the north where I found the lost swords JUSTICE, HOLY AND FREEDOM “These are legendary weapons.“ Said the knight commander and I made them float around me as they fused into the TRI-TETSU my new sword which had to the power to kill not just demons but also angels.

After we returned to Ishmon we suddenly got arrested “You have commited heresy, by order of the pope you will be burned at the stake!“ Said the inquisators of the church.

I powered up and killed them with the Tri-Tetsu “I better go rescue the others before the church has them killed!“ I said and rushed to the holy see.

Arriving at the church I killed every knight and inquisator that got in my way “WHERE ARE FRIENDS?!“ I screamed in fury because if those BASTARDS LAID A HAND ON THEM THEN THEY ARE DEAD!

I freed Millia and Tanchad from their cells “They are taking the airship to the floating ruins, hurry!“ Tanchad said

Rushing to the airship dock I saw Leena there “Xenos you came, I knew you loved me and...“ Before she finished Pope Leviticus stabbed her through the chest and walked away to his airship.

“She was Bi sexual and you know the holy sees stance on that kind of behavior.“ He grinned flying away on the church airship as I held Leena in my arms angry that I had to bury her.

I shed a tear looking at her “Xenos the last three years have been the best of my life.“ She smiled kissing me then closed her eyes as she passed on.

“THE ONE WHO DID THIS WILL PAY DEARLY, BECAUSE I LOVED HER?“ I cried so loud that it would shake the heavens and the stained glass church windows smashed as white feathers fell from above.

MY ONE MAN WAR AGAINST THE HOLY SEE

I put my knight jacket on grabbing my blades and steam assault guns “I'm going to the floating ruins, nobody is stopping me!“ I said.

“Xenos its suicide the church has their entire army there plus theres hoards of robots from the lost era guarding the place.“ Millia warned me.

I didn't care as I put my sword on my back “I am going to WIPE OUT THEIR ENTIRE RELIGION!“ I said getting on my personal airship as I went to war.

I smashed the airship into the floating ruins cutting down hoards of old robots and inquisators “My blood rage makes me ferial beware of that monster I become!“ I told them as I stabbed and slashed at endless rows of knights in my way

A high preist tried to fight me as he pointed a bible in my face “Wicked devil child God hates you and you will go to the pit of eternal lava!“ He threatened while shaking because he was shit scared of me so I grabbed the bible off him and started smashing his face with it over and over until nothing was left of his skull.

After killing over 6000 robots I made it to the central lab of the ruins which once belonged to the Algomist civilization “So you have come, I shall have to exterminate the heretic myself.“ swore Pope Leviticus as him and his royal knights merged with the holy emeralds becoming angelic grand knights of the order.

They tried to attack me summoning pillars of light and circles of runes which I dodged going into my Lunar super form.

“When I am done here I shall use the power of the holy emeralds to make the minds of every being religious.“ The pope said.

I charged up a ray of void smashing into the pillar of light as our beams clashed “You can't force people to have faith, you're nothing more than another wannabie dictator using religion to control stupid people!“ I screamed at him putting all my force into the attack as the beam consumed him and his knights.

He screamed as he was destoryed and the Holy Emeralds fell to the ground so I collected them.

Elidon came out of a dark cloud floating in midair along with Landradelta “We have other plans but we will need to do away with you first!“ Landradelta said opening a portal into the void as I was pulled in.

My escape from the void

I was in the darkness of the void as I flew through it killing light eaters and other evil creatures that resided there. After a few days I found a weak point using my holy super form to crack it going through as I fell through the void landing back on Earth.

Been a while since I was last at Earth but in a way it was kind of nice to be back.

WARZONE AI

Brisket phoned me up and said someone kind of fucked up computer program was stealing the artworks he put on the internet “I'll find out who is doing this DELIMB THEM!“ I swore

It turned out this was happening everyone was new generative AI programs where mass stealing art and making shitty knock off bootlegs “Welcome to sludge channel you will enjoy the sludge forever“ said a tv and the shows where crap and made by crappy ai.

Every tv channel was showing these things “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? ITS BAD!“ I said and went to the hq of openair AI the company building these machines.

“WHO ARE YOU TO COME IN?!“ Shouted a receptionist but I just killed him and went upstairs where the boss SAM ALDMAN was waiting for me.

“so you have come to kill me like you did robotberg but I will not go down easily my company loves me and i will bend this world to the new order“ sam aldman laughed snapping his finger as holograms came on and 3D printers began to generate a person.

“SLUDGE GPT SHALL CREATE A FORCE TO END YOU FOR GOOD PEST!“ Sam aldman said as a fucked up clone of me with 15 fingers and weird fuckings was there.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS UGLY ASSHOLE ALL ABOUT?!“ i pointed.

The vile looking copy took out a mangled blade “THIS IS MY NEW AI GENERATED XENOS HELLSLAYER COPY!“ sam laughed ordering it to attack me but I killed it in one hit because it was such a shit version of me.

“I put the work in to get this strong thats why your copy failed.“ I told him as I went super and blew him out a window with a Rezaku blast.

Three men in suits came in lead by a sweaty plastic looking guy “So Sam Aldman has failed us but I Peter Theel shall be your down fall!“ he said in a nervous fucking voice.

“I am getting fucked off with stupid CEOs trying to take me out now.“ I sighed.

Peter Theel summoned 100 AI generated Xenos clones to surround me “You see Xenos the world needs the technocratic council! The stupid moronic lower classes need smart billionaires to run there stupid animal lives for them, we will get rid of governments so we can rule over them like kings and AI will be our weapon.“ he said as the clones attacked.

I used ninja magic to cut them all apart like paper “The other CEOs at least put up a better fight than you idiot!“ I said and he was scared shitless.

“No AI was meant to do everything this can not be!“ He said AS I WENT INTO MY PSYCHO FORM AND DID UNSPEAKABLE TORTURE TO HIM BEFORE DESTORYING HIM FOR GOOD.

With that done I flew into the sky and used a Ki blast to destory the OpenAir AI building ending AI art forever.

[finniestoncrane]

please please consider: knifeplay with Hancock

Hancock x GN!Reader, word count: 800 anon you have tapped into my desire for violence and reminded me of that moment i first fell in love with this rotten little bean ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: threats, knives, knife play, cnc elements, he talks a big game but this softie would never hurt you

"Quit it!"

You knocked the inhaler out of Hancock's hands, turning from him as he watched it tumble to the floor in dismay.

"Hey! Watch it, princess."

"You watch it, Mr Mayor. That's mine, not yours."

He furrowed his brow, deep, black eyes narrowing with it.

"You're awfully bold around me."

"Yeah... why wouldn't I be?"

Hancock was suddenly hit by the realisation that he'd spent so long around you, opening up to you, loving you that you no longer saw him as the threat he felt he was. Did anyone, anymore? He'd set aside his mayoral duties, and he'd been so busy helping you in this settlement that neither of you had done anything particularly bloodthirsty as of late. Maybe he was going soft. But he was damned if he was going to let you walk all over him.

"Because... I'm a very dangerous guy."

The sincerity in his voice made you snort, a short, mean spirited laugh that you immediately regretted as you turned to him and saw the disappointment in his face.

"Sorry, Hancock... but it's hard to see that now. It's not a bad thing! You're sweet, and kind, and you've got a strong moral compass. But you're undeniably quite a gentle guy."

"Are you nuts? You didn't see me in my heyday, but I ran Good Neighbour with an iron fist. No one stepped out of line, and no one stepped out of line."

Standing in front of him, you reached for the sleeve of his red coat, tugging at it playfully, flirtatiously, as you offered up your counterpoint.

"Yeah... but you were also benevolent, welcomed anyone, and made it a safe place for people who didn't have one. And I imagine a lot of those people respected you, fell for your charms like I did. That's probably why they cause any upset. They just didn't want to disappoint you."

You had turned from him again, hoping to end the silly argument by returning to the shelves you were stocking with supplies. Hancock's mouth was open in shock, and he wetted his lips before he calmed himself, speaking his rebuttal slowly, softly.

"I think you're forgetting how we met."

The memory flitted across your mind. That man, his name forgotten completely, stopped from killing you by Hancock. Quick with his decisions, quicker with a knife. In all fairness, he had you there. It was quite a display he had put on.

Turning to him, you were caught by surprise by his presence right there in front of you, having silently crept up behind you while you were deep in thought. In his hand he held his knife, the same knife you had just been fondly remembering, and had you moved an inch or two closer to him, the point would have been imbedded into your body.

"Hancock, I-"

"Step back to the wall, I think we need to go over a few things."

You did as you were told, immediately recognising the playful glint in his eyes. But there was something deeper, something that pushed aside your knowledge of his softer demeanour and tried to warn you to stay on your toes. The excitement of it made you squirm.

"Now... I might be soft with you, but don't ever let that lull you into a false sense of security..."

Hancock's fingers twitched around the handle of the blade as he brought it to your shoulders, scratching the skin, digging in enough for you to feel it, but not enough to mark you or to draw blood. No, this was just a threat. A generous first strike.

"I could bury this knife up to the hilt, 'cause I know that's how you like it."

A tight coil formed in your stomach, body tingling in anticipation, a twisted desire for him to plunge the blade in, to penetrate your body with it.

"I'll take what I want from you, princess. Chems, caps, your body. I'll fuck every hole you have, wear them out, until I have to make new ones. Understand?"

You nodded, biting your inner cheek, suppressing a moan as your clit throbbed.

"Good! Glad to know you understand."

His grin was still pressed onto his scarred lips as he plunged the knife into the wall beside your head, a quick, sharp, loud gesture that made you jump.

"Oh, you're not off the hook yet, angel."

He was smiling, back to his usual self, that softness returning slowly to his face before a sharp glimmer of cruelty passed over him once more, stopping you from moving away from the wall.

"It's just that I need both hands for what I'm going to do next."

[theoldaeroplane]

I'm still thinking about this drawing so I thought I would talk a little about it. Gory personal details under the cut!

I didn't have a plan for this thing. I just started drawing. Few construction lines, a vague composition idea that changed like six times. After I drew the dog I knew I wanted the beast behind her; despite the way it looks the beast is not actually the source of the words visible in the red area, but is merely holding them. Now they escape.

There are probably two dozen or so things written behind the larger words. Every single one of them is something my parents either said to me verbatim, or a recurring theme of ways they spoke to me as I was growing up. They are hidden and hard to see on purpose.

My parents were also very open about loving me, and I believe that they did. You can love something and still be incredibly damaging to it. But I didn't know that, as a child. My parents loved me and got me things I wanted and took care of me, and made sure I knew that even things I didn't like were for my benefit. Things like doctor visits. Things like a tiny, conservative private school. Things like screaming at me for presenting incorrectly, because they were just so afraid of me being mistaken for a queer.

They never said queer, obviously. My parents could barely stomach talking about queer people, so they didn't, except in a vague, "they're lost and I hope they get the help they need" sort of way.

My parents loved me, I knew they loved me, they only ever wanted what was best for me. They said! They wouldn't say that if it were otherwise!

They never added that their love was conditional. I think they didn't know it was, themselves. I'm sure they still think it's not, because to say anything else would be monstrous.

I drew these in the spring of 2015, shortly after I cut my hair the way I wanted it for the first time. I was 24, and it was a pretty severe undercut with a short top. I was so excited.

My mother screamed at me for coming home looking like a butch. She didn't speak to me for a week. My dad told me to apologize to her. I decided to move out.

---

The dog in this picture is covered in strings, connected to the envelope it dares not touch. After I was forced to come out as queer to my parents, after they promised they were not going to throw the Bible at me. Then my dad called me at nine in the morning on a workweek day to demand I explain how I could be transgender and a Christian. For the first time in my life, I stood up to one of my parents. I was furious. How dare he? How dare he ambush me like that, how dare he break their promise they they were not going to pummel me with religion?

I told him exactly how hurt I was and hung up. I wrote them a letter outlining that I was no longer willing to speak to them either about my gender or my religious beliefs. I told them I loved them.

They stopped responding to my texts. They stopped calling. They stopped emailing. I tried, desperately, to have any kind of normal contact with them. They never answered.

For a few years, that's how it was. The only, and I mean only, contact I received from them were cards on Christmas and my birthday. They would be Christian cards. They would have large checks in them. They would have the briefest imaginable messages. "Love you," my dad wrote in one. "Me too," my mom wrote underneath. Nothing else. Like that by itself was already too much effort to admit to. I started calling these cards "weregilds"---money used to pay a family after killing one of its members, and I presented that as a joke to my friends. I had to either laugh about it or cry. The money had been nice. I would have rather had parents who loved me.

Eventually I had enough. I was making enough money that I didn't need their reluctant, guilty checks. I received a bright blue envelope from them for my birthday, and I found a thick micron pen, and I wrote REFUSED on the front. I put it back in the mail unopened.

I never received another envelope again.

---

I struggle to understand when my friends talk about their childhoods. About doing things with few or no repercussions that would have gotten me screamed at for hours and punished for weeks. About having hobbies in common with their parents. I struggle not to be resentful, but that joke from Letterkenny always leaps to my mind: Must be fuckin' nice!! Holidays are miserable for me; I haven't really spent Christmas with anyone in what seems like a long time. A few of my friends, sympathetic, have invited me to theirs, and sometimes I've gone, but I've always felt like I'm intruding. I only know one or two people. I have dietary needs that have to be specially considered. I feel like a charity case, or a burden (funnily enough, just like I felt at home). No one else I know, as far as I'm aware, struggles with this. Even my friends with their own shitty parents usually have at least one good one, or at least one that's not so bad they had to go no-contact. Or they have siblings they're in touch with. I have two brothers and a sister. One of my brothers is the obedient, conservative theology student my parents wanted; the other is a rapist. I speak with my sister now and then, because we're on the same page about our parents, but we are ten years apart and we're just not that close.

I could fill a book with these things.

This year has been a lonely one for me. I've been struggling to find a job for about two years ago, and the ones I have found have proven to be bad fits for one reason or another. My finances and credit are in ruins. My car is physically peeling apart. At the age of 32 I was finally diagnosed with ADHD, and I realized I'm autistic. Both of these are things that have led to me understanding myself better, but have also resulted in a lot of confusion and frustration as I suddenly lost many of my masking abilities and my fear- and shame-based coping mechanisms. Many of my close friends have been going through their own struggles or life events, and we haven't really been able to be present for them for each other, I think. I feel guilty for telling them about my struggles, because it feels like I only ever have bad news to share. Sometimes it feels like I don't know who I am anymore. I started writing a story about it, about my isolation and frustration and disconnect. About how badly I want everything to go back to how it was, even knowing that's impossible. (It's a fanfiction. You know how I roll.) The story helps, a little. It's a powerful distraction, and it makes me happy when people connect to it. That story is going to have a happy ending, because even if I don't know that mine will, I can ensure it for my characters.

But I'm still lonely most of the time. I don't even know if that handful people I love will be on this site to see this, or have the energy read it.

I consider myself an orphan these days. It's the only thing I can really do to stave off the constant pain, the constant reminder that I have been abandoned. One day at work recently I was struck with the screaming thought of my mother doesn't love me and I had to go have a complete sobbing breakdown in the bathroom. My boss, who is a kind man and wonderful dad, offered to let me go home. I said no. I needed the money too badly.

---

Last week I posted a story I was really proud of. It was an erotica piece, with a heavy focus on the emotional side of the physical intimacy, and had a canon character I've been interpreting as transmasculine, like me. It was long and involved and really well written, and I was so excited to share it. When I finally got my first comment on it it was transphobic, telling me to tag my shit so people could filter it out. I had already been losing my mind with my life problems that weekend. That story had been one of the only things keeping my mood above water.

I snapped a little bit. A lot of feelings I had been avoiding came crashing down. I'm only realizing this now, but it made me feel exactly the same way I would often feel when I tried to show my mother something I'd made that wasn't just a bird or a landscape, something that was part of my truth, something I'd worked hard on and was proud of and was so excited to share.

I wish you'd draw something nicer, she would always say, trying not to look disappointed (but not very hard). I wish you would draw more birds.

Eventually I got up from crying into my pillow, and I started drawing. I made this, and then I cut my hair back into its undercut, which is how I've styled my hair for almost ten years now. I took a shower, and I felt better. For the moment.

The days are still a struggle for me. I'm tired from my part time job dealing with the public, and I rarely want to see anyone after work because of it. The people I do want to see are often gone or otherwise not available. It's not their fault we aren't lining up. I do my best not to be upset about it. I'm trying to find job that will support me without killing me, but I get ghost after ghost after ghost. Even the recruiter my neurodivergent friends enthusiastically referred me to ("he got me a job in two days!") was recently promoted and seems determined not to get back to me. It feels like I'm throwing myself against brick walls, between the job hunt and trying to consistently connect with people and doing my best to survive all by myself, and I'm running out of unbroken bones.

But I'm still alive, so I have to keep going forward. I tell myself something has to change eventually. I tell myself I'm not being punished by God for leaving Christianity. I can't do anything else, and I have to believe I'll get a break eventually.

Until then, at least I have my art.

"Strings Attached"

---

For whatever reason this weekend was very hard, not for any one reason, but a lot of small ones stacking up. I cut my hair about it and indulged in some good old fashioned deviantart circa 2007-style vent art. Lots of personal imagery in this one. I feel a lot better.

[primofate]

im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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