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MADNESS (Eddie Munson x American Horror Story: Asylum)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

Summary: Three years after his disappearance, Eddie Munson is arrested for the murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney and others, but the truth is very different. Unable to convince anyone that Vecna exists and that he is innocent, he is locked up in an asylum. But the only way out is to prove to his psychiatrist that he is not insane. If he fails to convince the psychiatrist, he will be executed as a murderer. He must hurry to do so, because Vecna has returned to finish the bloody unfinished business and take revenge.

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Mentions of execution, Execution, Death, Mental Health Issues, Asylum, Mental Hospital, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Thriller, Claustrophobia, Prison, Doctor/Patient, Serial Killers, Hospitals, Pain, Depression, Violence, Blood and Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, death of a family member, Nudity, Smut, Sex, Slow Burn, Experiments, TraumaPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Disorders, Smoking.

Before you read:)

This fan fiction is inspired by American Horror Story: Asylum. It contains a lot of horror and thriller content. Since the story takes place in a mental hospital, there may be various triggers. Please check the tags first as there is a lot of violence, sexuality and depression contents. This story is for adults, so close the page if you are a minor.

Please let me know if there are any tags I forgot to add. ao3 link

Violet was waiting for Eddie in the common room. When the door opened, Brendon walked in first then Eddie came in. Eddie looked around with curious eyes and smiled when he saw Violet. She gave him an almost similarly warm smile as Eddie approached the table and sat down across from her. Violet looked around carefully to make sure no one was looking at them, then put her hands in her pockets and smiled. “I brought something for you.”

Eddie's eyes lit up. “Did you bring my walkman?” he asked, excitedly.

Violet gave him a slightly bitter smile. “No, but I think you'll like it anyway.”

She took a small chocolate bar out of her pocket, put it between her hands and handed it to Eddie. Eddie's eyes were brighter than ever. He looked around and surreptitiously took the chocolate from Violet's hand.

“Oh, my God! Violet... I don't know what to say. Thank you so much.”

He put it in his mouth and ate the whole chocolate bar in one bite. “It was the best thing I've eaten in days. In fact, it was the only thing I've eaten that looked like food for days. You'll go to heaven for this.”

It warmed Violet's heart to see Eddie happy. She wondered what it would be like if they had met in a world where he wasn't insane . Eddie liked the music Violet liked, he was always quoting Lord of the Rings . He even said that he played the guitar very well and claimed to have given the best concert in the world. A small note: This concert happened in an upside-down world.

She couldn't believe that Eddie had committed all these murders. Because Eddie seemed so smart and sane.

But there was a truth. Real psychopaths always know how to manipulate you. And most of them are very intelligent. When people think of a “psychopath”, they think of someone who walks around with an axe and terrorizes people, but this is only partly true. Most of the most famous serial killers are college graduates and well-placed.

But when Violet looked into Eddie's eyes, she saw nothing that made him dangerous. Eddie's gaze was different.

Violet looked at Eddie and thought, I promised him I would find out who reported him, and he would tell me what he had learned about this hospital. I was only coming here to talk to him, but he lives here. He had more information than me. And I need that information.

Some time ago, Robert the Prosecutor had moved into the guest house building where Violet was staying because he wanted to know as soon as possible what decision Violet would make. The guest building was very close to the main hospital building, three to five minutes on foot. That's why doctors and other hospital staff, who usually lived far away, sometimes used the rooms there.

As much as Robert staying there had annoyed Violet at first, now it was up to her to turn it into an opportunity. Robert had a business briefcase that he always carried with him, in which he kept all the files on this case. The first day Violet had come to the hospital, when he had bribed her to give him Eddie's verdict right away, Violet had realized that everything was in that briefcase. If she could get to that bag and the files, she could find out who had reported Eddie, the name was there somewhere. The only problem was how to get to the briefcase.

Violet turned to Eddie and asked gently, “What day is it?”

She asked this question every time they met, because she wanted to make sure Eddie hadn't lost his sense of time and space. Eddie leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. He licked his lips and smiled.

“It's Wednesday.”

A smile appeared on his face, but it was quickly wiped away. “Violet, can I ask you something?”

“Yes,” Violet said, nodding her head.

Eddie took a deep breath and said, “What's your favorite music? I mean, something that when you listen to it, you say, 'This song was written for me.' ”

Such a question was unexpected for Violet. She thought for a while. “I think it's Dream On, ” she said. “Why do you ask?”

Eddie smiled. “Uh, well. I’m just curious.”

There was silence for a while. Then Eddie whispered, “I hope I never have to use it.”

After a few seconds of silence, Violet decided to go back to her routine questions. Time passed so fast when she was talking to him that sometimes she lost track of time. When their therapy session was over, Violet stood up and held out her hand.

Eddie shook it and gave her a wicked smile. “I think that's as close as I'm going to get to a woman during my stay here,” he said, unable to contain his laughter.

Violet could imagine that her face was as red as a tomato from blushing. She turned away, holding herself back from laughing.

When she walked out the hospital door and breathed in the gloomy air, she thought, “Jesus, Eddie, I hope you're crazy. Please be crazy. Because if you're not, you're going to die.”

As she entered the building she was staying in and started to go up the stairs, she stopped in front of Robert's room. Suddenly she had an idea and she rang the doorbell.

Robert opened the door without making any sense. It wasn't hard to guess that he wasn't expecting to see Violet.

“Violet... What are you doing here?” he said, with surprise in his eyes.

“I came to talk to you about what position I want to rise to,” Violet replied, placing a smile on her face that she thought was impressive.

Robert leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms skeptically. He was so tall that Violet had to look up when he spoke to her.

“The last time this came up, you said I was garbage and that you felt sorry for people like me. What changed your mind?”

Violet smiled, raising her hand in the air as if chasing imaginary dust. “I think after my conversations with Eddie Munson, I'm more and more convinced that he's not crazy. He could really be a brutal killer and he could be pretending to be crazy. So in that case I want to know what I stand to gain if I write a report saying that he is not crazy. If I hear what I want, maybe the paper you want will be on your desk tomorrow.”

The satisfied smile spread across Robert's face in a way he couldn't hide, maybe he didn't want to hide it. He stepped aside and motioned for Violet to come in.

When Violet came in, all she had to do was find that file. She was sure she could do it. She had to . Because she was risking her career and even her own life for Eddie. She didn't know why she was doing it. But she felt like she must.

In the evening, Eddie was laying in his cell, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the time had passed. He had no choice anyway, there were so limited things to do here.

Suddenly there was the sound of the door creaking. He looked up to see John standing in the doorway and gesturing with his head for him to come in with him.

They walked together to the main hallway. He grabbed John's arm, pulled him a little and leaned into his ear. “How are we going to get upstairs with all these guards here?”

John put a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Thank God, this man always had a plan. He walked over to a huge patient standing in front of him. He went over and whispered something in the patient’s ear and patted him on the shoulder. Then he came back to Eddie, leaned against the stair railing and smiled. “Now watch,” he said.

The effect of what John whispered in his ear was immediate: The patient became enraged and suddenly attacked the nurse. Other nurses and guards rushed to the area, trying to pull the patient back. Other patients were screaming and running away, trying to find shelter in panic. Some acted as if nothing had happened and walked away, or continued to live in their own imaginary world.

John nudged Eddie with a tap on the shoulder. “Come on, hurry up, let's go now.”

As they hurried up the stairs, Eddie asked curiously, “What did you say to him?”

John chuckled and said laughing, “I just told him that nurse called him a chicken, he hates that word.”

Eddie and John hurried into the manager's office and closed the door. While John was checking the door, Eddie rushed to the phone on the desk. He started dialing the number and held the receiver to his ear.

“Hello?”

When he heard Steve's voice, Eddie felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: safety . Without wasting any more time, he quickly got to the point. “Steve, I don't have much time. I need you to come and pick me up tomorrow night. Meet me a few kilometers from the back door of the hospital around eight or nine o'clock at night. Okay? It's very important.”

Steve's voice was full of both surprise and concern, “Eddie? What are you talking about? How and where are you calling me? Listen, I need to tell you something very important.”

Eddie, keeping the conversation short, said, “I'll tell you everything, but I have to get out of here now. Will you come? Please tell me you're coming. My life is on the line.”

Steve took a deep breath on the phone. “Okay, I'll come, but listen to me - there's something you need to know -”

John suddenly gestured for Eddie to stop talking. Eddie hung up the phone without letting Steve finish his sentence.

They heard someone's footsteps approaching, John rushed over and they ducked under the table and hid. There was the sound of the door opening and Eddie gasped and used his hand to cover his mouth. The person who had entered the room took a few steps and then stopped. A few seconds later there were more footsteps and the door closed again.

Eddie finally let go of the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding for how many minutes. He took a deep breath and stood up, but his head was spinning and he grabbed one of the shelves on the side for balance. A few files fell to the floor with the impact of his hand.

John quickly bent down to pick them up. “Wait a minute...” he said. He waved the file in his hand and showed it to Eddie. “Do you know what this is, Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head negatively.

“This is our ticket out of here,” John continued. “When they arrested me, all the evidence I found was left in my car. I was hoping maybe they'd find it and come and get me out of here. I've been waiting all this time for them to come and save me. But these files have been here all along, the bastards have been holding on to them all this time. Of course they did... what was I thinking?”

“But isn't this Manager Wilson's office?” Eddie asked in surprise.

John nodded his head in agreement and replied, “He's in on it. What do you think, Eddie? A doctor in his hospital is going to riddle his patients full of holes and inject who knows what into their bodies and the manager doesn't know about it? You're so clueless.”

What John said was true. Eddie scratched his head in thought and whispered, “You're right,” as he looked at the file in John's hand.

John continued to shake the file. “We need to keep this until tomorrow. After we escape from here tomorrow night, we can use it to shut this place down for good. Arthur will get the death row he deserves. And you and me, man - we'll be found innocent.’’

Eddie was silent for a moment, then looked at John and spoke. “John... Maybe I shouldn't come. No one would notice if you ran away, but the whole world knows me. They'll come after us. You can clear yourself, but when they catch me, they'll either bring me back here or buy me a one-way ticket to the death chair.”

John put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and said, “Let's get out of here first. We'll prove you're innocent too. I know that, Eddie.”

Eddie frowned and said, “You may know that. I know that too. But there's only one person who can prove my innocence, and she's been in a coma for three years. Even if she wakes up, it's impossible for her to remember what happened. Every day she doesn't wake up, she loses brain functions. The doctors say it will be a miracle if she can even remember her own name.”

John looked at Eddie with determination on his face and said, “I'll never let them kill you, Eddie. You're my only friend.''

For a moment Eddie did nothing but nod his head and smile.

They hurried back to their cell, without being seen by anyone, Eddie hiding the file in the cover of his pillow. But it wasn't long before a siren sounded. It was so loud that Eddie had to cover his ears with his hands. When the electric doors all opened automatically, the whole corridor was flooded with lights, the sounds from the patients' cells mingling together. Eddie nervously stepped out into the corridor. All the other patients were doing the same. When John, who was in the cell two doors down from Eddie, came out, he looked at him from where he was. Something was clearly wrong.

Manager Wilson and the guards behind him were walking briskly. One by one, the guards were going into the rooms, forcing out the patients who wouldn't come out of their rooms and putting them in line down the corridor. Each one was looking for something inside the cells.

Manager Wilson shouted, “There have been little thieves in my room. Pray that what they stole doesn't come out of one of your rooms.''

Dr. Arthur was there too. He pointed to Eddie and said, “Look in his cell.''

Two guards ran into Eddie's room. Eddie was shaking but he was trying to stay calm, he kept making eye contact with John - John was no different. He was scared too.

When the guard came out with the file, he said, “I think we found the thief,” and smiled slyly.

“Get him,” Manager Wilson ordered, breathing angrily.

The guards grabbed Eddie's hands roughly, clasped them behind his back and began handcuffing him. When Eddie tried to break free, he was kicked in the stomach.

As the guards started dragging him down the corridor, he barely looked up and looked at John, who was trying to get past the guards to get to Eddie, shouting, “Stop! He didn't do it! It was me! I stole them and I put them in Eddie's room so it wouldn't be found on me.''

Dr. Arthur nodded his head in satisfaction, as if he had expected this, and gestured to John, “Take this partner in crime to my operating room.’’ Then he turned to Eddie and said, “And this one, take him to the electroshock room.’’

Eddie's eyes widened in horror. 'Me?' he thought, 'God, help me,' he pleaded inwardly. But the God who could help him had long since left this hospital.

Eddie was struggling, four people were trying to hold him still on the bed and they could hardly contain him. “Let me go! You won't get away with this!” but no one paid any attention to him.

On the bed were leather handcuffs used to bind his hands and feet. The nurses tied Eddie's hands and feet and squeezed them tight. He struggled, but he couldn't move. He began to watch the ceiling. The light from the fluorescent lamps blinded him. Dr. Arthur walked slowly to the head of the bed and looked at Eddie. Eddie could see him backwards, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Eddie said desperately, “Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what I saw. I swear I won't tell anyone,” he begged. Dr. Arthur put something gel-like on a wooden stick and began to rub it on Eddie's temples.

“We need to make sure you don't tell anyone, son,” he said, bringing his face closer to Eddie's. Then he gestured to the nurse and told them to hook up what looked like headphones to the machine next to him. But the machine had two iron balls the size of tennis balls where they were supposed to go in the ears. They placed them on Eddie's temples.

“I beg you,” Eddie moaned, ”please don't do this.''

But Dr. Arthur didn't seem to care, he shoved a cloth like a piece of tissue into Eddie's mouth and said, “You'd better bite down on this, Munson.''

Eddie's tears flowed and mingled with his hair. He closed his eyes tightly one last time, the last thing he saw before he closed them was the light from the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.

“Let's start with 30 volts,” Arthur said, taking a deep breath.

Violet put her coffee mug under the sink and turned on the water, she had a rough night.

Prosecutor Robert Hills was a smarter man than she thought. But he had his weaknesses. He loved winning and couldn't stand losing. He would do anything, even sell his soul, to get the “Eddie is not crazy report” he wanted from Violet. Violet had to have a long talk with him during the night.

Robert Hills didn't trust her at all, just as Violet didn't trust him.

Violet had asked him to show her the photos of the victims again. He had laid everything in his big brown bag on the coffee table in the center. All the files from the case were on the coffee table at that moment. Robert had even told her a few statements and details that had not been released to the public. This man really believed that Eddie wasn't crazy and that he was a murderer.

''First it starts with nightmares. He shows you your greatest fear. You think it's a simple nightmare, so you don't dwell on it. Then you start to see it when you're awake. As your death approaches, Vecna starts to show himself. He wants you to join him. Your soul will give him strength. That's why your greatest traumas feed him.''

That's what Eddie said in his statement. As she read the file in her hand, she couldn't understand how Robert could know all this crap and still insist that Eddie wasn't crazy. According to him, Eddie was a fraud and he was making it all up to avoid the execution. Later that long night she asked him to make her some coffee.

And while he was doing that, she found out what Eddie had asked her to do. She found out who had reported him . She was so excited she didn't even sleep until the morning.

As soon as she woke up in the morning, she came to the hospital with great excitement. She wanted to talk to Eddie as soon as possible.

She walked down the grand hallway to the common room, she smiled at Brendon who was coming across. He noticed Brendon's agitated state. He came over and leaned into her ear “Something terrible happened last night, Violet. You must see Eddie.”

Violet looked fearfully into his eyes. Brendon nodded for her to follow him. They entered a long corridor lined with rows of rooms and came to a room labeled “1208”. Eddie was sitting on his bed. He was staring expressionlessly at the wall in front of him, mumbling something.

She took an uneasy step into the room and looked at Brendon. Brendon nodded, confirming Eddie's state. Violet called out, hiding her fear, “Eddie?’’ She took another step closer to him. Eddie wasn't looking at her, just staring at the blank wall in front of him, mumbling, “Ed?” she called again. She was in front of him now, but Eddie's eyes still hadn't turned to her. She leaned down, put her hands on his cheeks and said, “Can you hear me?’’

Eddie's eyes were still focused on the wall, but when Violet pushed his hair back, she realized that he had red bruises on both sides of his forehead, on his temples. She recoiled in horror, but grabbed his face in her hands again and said quickly, “Eddie, look at me. Look at me.'' This time Eddie's eyes were focused on her, but his gaze was meaningless. “Eddie, do you know who I am? Do you remember me?” Violet said, her voice shaking.

Eddie closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, then paused, “You…’’ There was silence for a moment, then he continued slowly, “You're Violet.’’

She sniffled her runny nose. Her throat was knotted with pain. “Come on, let's get you to bed, sweetheart, come on.’’ She held his head and rested it against the pillow, then she covered him with a blanket.

Eddie started watching the ceiling. When she turned her back and was about to leave, Eddie took her hand. He was whispering something. She bent her head and brought her ear close to his lips.

He whispered, “I gotta get out of here.''

The heart didn't need to be stabbed to shatter, because those words were enough to tear Violet's heart in two. She walked out the door and saw Brendon leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting for her. She was panting. She spoke through clenched teeth. Because she knew that if she let it go, she would start crying.

“Who did this?” she asked angrily.

Brendon was as angry as Violet. “Manager Wilson and Dr Arthur,’’ he said.

Violet asked, confused, “Why?’’

Brendon took a deep breath and said, “Eddie and John took something from his room. I don't know what it was, they found it when they were searching the rooms.''

Violet had terror in her eyes. “John? Where is he? Did they do this barbaric thing to him too? My God!” she said, fear in her voice.

Brendon shook his head in the negative and said, “They have him in a cell. It's in the basement of the hospital, no light, no windows, a disgusting place used for punishment.’’

Violet took a pen and paper out of her purse and wrote the names of some medicines on them, “Take these and give them to Eddie. I have a little business.’’

Her eyes were burning with anger and she couldn't see anything else. The way Eddie looked at her shattered her heart. He didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. All along she had believed Eddie was innocent, that maybe the people who had committed the murders had framed him because Eddie was mentally unstable. Maybe Eddie was a scapegoat. But Eddie was innocent.

She came to Manager Wilson's office, opened the door hard and walked in. Wilson lowered his glasses in surprise as she slammed the door wide open.

Wilson said, “Mrs. George, you may not know the ethics of where you come from, but here you have to knock before you enter the room.’’

She slammed the bag in her hand hard on the table. “What is electroshock? What century are you living in? Do you realize that what you are doing is against the human rights of the world? I will report you. You are done, Mr. Wilson. You’re so done. Enjoy your last days here,” she roared.

“Watch your tone, little lady,” Wilson said, pointing a finger menacingly.

Just then the door opened and several guards came in, ready to take her out of the room. Violet was sure her voice could be heard throughout the hospital.

Wilson said, “I told you the day you came here that my hospital and my rules apply, and in some states electroshocking up to a certain volt is still allowed, and it's not against the law. Those little thieves should have paid for what they did. You are in no position to question my techniques.''

Violet was at the point of losing her profession. “If your fucking techniques cause someone to die, are you going to take responsibility because ‘my hospital, my rules’? He could have died! You turned an innocent man’s brain into mashed potatoes, you bastard!” she shouted.

Wilson stood up angrily and slammed his hands on the table. “The man you call innocent is 23 years old and the murderer of four people. His most recent victim was a 15-year-old little girl. He put her in a coma. If by some miracle she wakes up, she will never see again. She'll be blind for the rest of her life! It'll be a miracle if she even wakes up! When they told me they were sending you here, I was happy that a professional doctor was coming. But I see that your interest in your patient has taken precedence over a doctor-patient relationship . Since you're so defensive of a murderer!’’

Violet answered him with a sharp look. “This is not something I'm saying just for Eddie, Wilson. Listen to me carefully. When Eddie recovers, I'm going to take it to court that he's in danger here, that his life is at risk. I'm going to have him transferred to another hospital. And you won't be able to keep torturing any patient the way you tortured Eddie and John.''

Wilson scratched his head with a laugh. “As I remember, John Forest was not your patient. Did you know that he burned down a nursing home and killed 15 people, including babies?”

He turned around and took out a file and threw it across the table in front of her. “John Forest” was written on it. Violet picked up the file and began to shuffle through it quickly.

Wilson took a deep breath and sighed, “John Forest is a severe manic depressive. He lives with bipolar at its most extreme. He lives with an identity he made up in his own head. He has schizophrenia. He thinks he's a police officer who's trapped here. And he lives in a world where he says we trapped him to keep him here. He was making progress with his treatment, but since Eddie got here, he's relapsed. We expected it to progress once he found someone who believed what he said. They stole this file last night.’’ He walked to the door. ‘’Come with me.’’

Violet grabbed her purse, which she had thrown on the table, started to go after Manager Wilson and followed him. They entered a room that was used as an infirmary. A few patients were lying on stretchers, moaning in pain, others were asleep. A few nurses were giving some of them soup.

As they walked quickly past the beds, Violet saw John. He had an IV in his arm and was asleep. She had never spoken to him before but she knew who he was, he and Eddie spent a lot of time together.

Wilson raised his hands in the air as if in surrender. “As you can see, Mrs. George, we are not monsters. We've sedated him and we've restarted his medication. I'm sorry about what happened to Mr. Munson, but it had to be done. It's the only way we could keep him from getting confused. He will be fine in a day or two. None of his vital functions have been damaged anyway. He can eat, talk and go to the toilet on his own. The memories that are gone will come back in time. He will just remember some things faintly, that's all.’’

And then he walked away. Stupid bastard. Just because John was mentally ill didn't justify all the things they had done to John and Eddie, she thought. She went and sat down next to John. His eyes were closed but obviously he wasn't asleep, he was just pretending to be asleep. He had heard everything.

“What have they done to Eddie?” he asked quietly.

Violet picked up the file on the bedside table next to John's gurney, checked John's medical tests and answered briefly “Electroshock.’’

He opened his eyes, “Assholes. I'll make them pay for all this. They set me up. It's all lies. I was a policeman, Violet, I was trying to save Eddie and myself. You have to believe me, they're holding me captive here.’’

Violet could only nod. “I believe you,” she said, but she wasn't. Everything was written in the file she was holding in her hand. John felt his eyes grow heavy, unable to bear the effects of the drugs any longer. Violet looked at him sadly, poor man, she thought to herself. She put the files back on the table and left.

She didn't have the strength to deal or talk to anyone any more today, and apparently Eddie wasn't in any condition to talk either. So she thought it best to go back to her room. She was trying to digest and understand everything that had happened. When she heard a voice, which disgusted her even to hear it, she reluctantly stopped and turned around.

Dr Arthur was smiling at her with a satisfied look on his face. “Where are you going, Mrs. George? I thought you'd be attending our choir show tonight.’’

Violet looked him up and down with a look of contempt. “I'm not in the mood to listen to children dressed as angels babbling about how everything will be fine, doctor. But you should definitely go. You obviously need it. Maybe your conscience, which has been lost inside of you, will tingle a little and you will remember where your heart is.’’

She left him there and didn't even look back. Something made Violet feel uncomfortable, something about what the manager and John had said didn't make any sense. Separately it made sense, but put together it was a complicated maze. If John was an arsonist who thought he was a policeman and almost got treatment, and if the file he stole was his own patient file, then why did they electroshock Eddie ?

What were they afraid that Eddie would find out?

Violet had spent the day in her room at the guesthouse, going through the files she had received from Robert. It was almost four in the evening. After taking the last sip of her coffee, she got up and looked out the window at Chassell Hospital. Eddie was probably asleep now, probably from the drugs he was taking. She had prescribed him something to help him recover more quickly and take the pain away. Then she went into the room and threw herself on the bed.

She was dreaming. She knew it was a dream. She was in a beautiful house with a garden. She looked out of the kitchen window into the backyard. Two little children were running around in the grass, laughing. The joy between them was like pure joy piercing the sky. She called out to them as she continued to chop the vegetables in front of her: “Be careful!”

The older one turned to her and smiled. How much he looked like her. She felt a breath behind her. Then arms wrapped around her stomach from behind. She felt a small kiss on the back of her neck. His warm breath tickled her neck. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “What's my darling wife cooking today?'' That was Eddie's voice.

He hugged her tighter as he smiled, he started kissing her neck. “Eddie, stop. The kids are outside. They'll see.” she said, giggling.

He laughed out loud. Eddie's laughter was full and deep, like a depth that made Violet's insides tremble for a moment. She put down the knife and put it on his hands that were holding her stomach.

She backed away quickly as she felt the wetness on her hand, blood on her hands.

She turned around in horror.

Eddie was gone.

She looked out the window. The children were gone.

She ran out into the yard. “Eddie! Where are you? Eddie!’’ The peaceful moment was suddenly swallowed by a deadly silence.

She was scared. Had she hurt them? She would never do that. She entered the house and ran through the rooms one by one. When she got to the basement, she came out into a hospital corridor.

She followed the blood stains on the walls. Someone who had been injured had left and grabbed onto the walls on the way out. It could be Eddie, she thought. Finally she found a room with a red door when all the other doors were white.

As Violet stepped through the doorway, the air seemed to shift, thickening around her like an invisible fog. It wasn’t just an ordinary room—it was something alive, something breathing.

The walls were drenched in crimson. Not the dull red of paint, but the slick, glistening red of fresh blood. Thick rivulets oozed down the surfaces, some congealing into dark clots, while others left sticky trails that glistened in the dim light. The metallic tang of iron hung heavy in the air, invading her nostrils, making her stomach turn.

The floor was tacky beneath her feet. Each step produced a faint, sickening squelch as her shoes clung to the viscous surface. It was as if the room itself sought to hold her in place, pulling her deeper into its trap.

The walls seemed to move. Violet blinked, uncertain if her eyes were betraying her. No, she was sure now— they were pulsing. Slow, rhythmic, like the steady breath of some unseen, grotesque creature. The walls expanded and contracted in a hypnotic cadence, as if the room itself were alive, feeding on her presence.

Her gaze lifted to the ceiling, where ancient, unreadable symbols had been etched in dark, drying blood. They formed a language that defied comprehension, twisting her thoughts into knots with every glance. The symbols seemed to shift when she tried to focus on them, as though they were aware of her gaze. The more she stared, the more they burned into her mind like searing hot knives.

A low hum vibrated in the air—a whisper just below the threshold of hearing. Voices, layered and interwoven: men, women, children—all speaking in a language that gnawed at her sanity. She couldn’t understand the words, but she felt them. They crawled inside her head, coiling around her thoughts like serpents.

She turned toward the door, her heart pounding. But the door… was gone. Where it had once stood, there was now only more of that blood-soaked wall. There was no way out.

It was as if someone was talking to her. She couldn't understand where the voice was coming from, but it seemed to be coming from inside her head. “Violet,” said a deep, stern voice.

“You have suffered so much. But it is over now. I'm here to give you the freedom you deserve.’’

She closed her eyes tightly. She thought of Eddie's face. His angelic face.

When she opened her eyes again, she was between the police cars. And her sister was crying and hugging her, saying, “I can't believe that bastard did this to you. It's over. It's over now.'' For a moment she looked away in surprise, she was remembering this day.

This was the day she feared the most and swore she would always forget. One of her patients had attacked her. He had grabbed her by the throat and choked her until her eyes went dark. She was the one who had gotten him out of the hospital and she was paying for the wrongest decision she had ever made. At the last moment, in a last ditch effort, she hit him on the head with the frame she was holding out her hand and the frame shattered, broke. She had hit him so hard that one of the shards of glass had cut a vein in his forehead. She looked as if she had taken a blood bath from the blood that poured on her. When she came out, the help she had already called for had just arrived. Her sister was getting out of one of the police cars, crying. “I can't believe that jerk did this to you. It's over. It's over now.''

She was reliving that damn day in her dream. She was reliving it over and over again. She was forcing herself to wake up, but it was no use. Eventually she was sitting in the back of the ambulance again, she had forgotten how many times this endless cycle had happened.

Suddenly she felt the crowd slow down. Someone came out of the building where she was staying, it wasn't a person. It was some kind of, something, a thing. His whole body seemed to be on fire, maybe wrapped in ivy. She couldn't understand what it was. It came towards her, slowly but surely. When he looked into her eyes, she felt her soul being pulled.

“Your time is coming, Violet,” the creature said. It was the same voice she heard in her head, “You will join me.''

The moment she opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed in fear. Someone was banging insistently on the door. She poured water from the pitcher on the nightstand into a glass. It could have been the worst and most realistic nightmare she had ever had. She was out of breath, her heart beating like it was going to pierce her chest. She was sweating like she had literally run hundreds of meters.

She took a deep breath, turned on the light and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock at night. She wondered who had come at this hour. She slowly went and looked through the hole in the door. Someone with long brown hair was waiting in front of the door. It was not someone she recognized. She thought it was one of the nurses or security guards working at the hospital and opened the door.

’’How can I help you?’’

The man looked worried and said, “You are Violet George, aren't you?’’

She nodded her head. She looked at him with curious eyes, waiting for him to explain.

“Hi, I'm Steve Harrington.’’

Violet poured the coffee into the cup and handed it to Steve. Then she walked over to the window and looked outside. Only a few lights were on in the hospital. They would turn them all off soon. The church choir's performance should have been over by now, she thought. After sighing, she pulled the curtain closed and sat on the couch. ’’Did Eddie tell you what he was going to talk about? At least, did he mention what it was about?’’

Steve shook his head. ’’He just told me to come and pick him up from the back door of the hospital. He sounded really scared, like his life depended on it. He said he’d explain everything after I got him. I’ve been waiting for him for a few hours, but no one came. I thought he might be in trouble.’’

She rubbed her forehead with her hand. So Eddie somehow knew what was going to happen to him, and that’s why he wanted to escape , she thought. But now she was even more curious—what did he learn that made him want to run away so urgently?

She sighed, ’’Actually, Eddie got into a bit of trouble because he trusted a friend. One of the other patients, his name is John. He's been receiving treatment at this hospital for some time—I just found out today. He told Eddie that he was a police officer who was lured into a trap and brought here. But in reality, he's an arsonist, though he doesn’t realize it. He tricked Eddie into trying to escape with him.’’

Steve gave a bitter smile. ’’Don't take this the wrong way, Doctor, but from your tone, it doesn't sound like you really believe that.’’

Violet nodded. ’’There's something that’s been bothering me. On my first day here, I met a patient at the door named Mitsy. It was obvious she had a mental illness, but physically, she looked healthy. Later that same day, I learned that another patient named Mitsy had died of severe pneumonia.’’

Steve was staring at her with curiosity.

Violet continued, ’’The patient who died had been bedridden for a long time, unable to walk. They told me it was just a coincidence of names.’’

’’But you didn’t believe them,’’ Steve said, narrowing his eyes as if waiting for her next sentence.

Violet nodded again. ’’I searched the records room where they keep files on all the patients, looking for someone named Mitsy. And what do you think I found? Nothing. There was no other patient named Mitsy. The woman I saw that day and the corpse were the same person. But that brings up another question. How did that woman end up in that condition within just a few hours?’’

Steve was nervously biting his lip. ’’Do you think Eddie wanted to escape because he figured out the reason behind all of this?’’

’’Most likely, yes. He was going to tell me everything anyway. He just made a deal with me—if I found out who reported him, he would explain everything. Now, I’m not even sure if he’ll remember everything clearly…’’ Violet sighed. ’’Right now, there's only one person who knows what really happened. And I’m not sure if I can trust him—John Forest.’’

Steve stared at her, his eyes wide with urgency. ’’Wait a minute. Did you find out? Did you tell Eddie?’’

She looked at him, confused. ’’Tell him what?’’

Steve leaned forward, his voice more intense now. ’’Who reported him to the police! Did you tell Eddie?’’

She shook her head. ’’No.’’ She didn’t understand why Steve was suddenly so nervous. Clearly, he knew the answer to that question too. But deep down, something told her that Steve didn’t want Eddie to find out.

Steve stood up anxiously and began pacing around the room. "Violet, listen to me… we need to get Eddie out of there. Because…" He trailed off, struggling to find the right words, running his fingers through his brown hair, scratching his head as if it would help.

"Steve, he's my responsibility. If you know something about him, you need to tell me. I wouldn’t do anything to put his life in danger." Violet’s voice was calm but firm, urging him to continue.

Steve took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "If I tell you… you won’t believe me." He hesitated for a moment, then a smile flickered across his face, as if an idea had just struck him.

"But I can show you."

They started walking deeper into the forest. About seven minutes had passed since Violet first thought this was a bad idea, but it was already too late to turn back. She had known Steve for less than an hour, and yet here she was, following a stranger into the woods.

"There it is!" Steve said, pointing ahead.

Violet squinted through the trees and saw a narrow path. At the end of it, a yellow car was parked. "I didn’t know there was a road here," she murmured.

Steve smiled and ran toward the car. He knocked on the back window, and after a moment, the door opened. A few young people climbed out, all looking around 18 or 19 years old.

Steve introduced them briefly. "These are Dustin, Will, and Jane."

Violet smiled and greeted them, and they nodded in return. Then they all got into the car. The drive was quiet for the most part. Violet only asked how they had found her, and unsurprisingly, the answer was the newspapers. Ever since Eddie Munson had been caught and sent to the hospital, it had been the only topic in every news outlet and newspaper.

As the minutes passed, Violet's curiosity grew.

They eventually pulled up in front of the city’s 24-hour library. It was past midnight, so the place looked deserted, except for a lone clerk dozing at the front desk.

They made their way to one of the computers. Steve showed her some old newspaper clippings. A series of strange events that had happened in Hawkins.

"So, Eddie Munson isn’t the strangest thing to happen in this town," Violet thought.

Experiments on children, a closed-down factory, townspeople claiming to have seen a creature resembling a dog, people disappearing without a trace… One article even mentioned a girl rumored to have extraordinary powers.

Violet’s questioning gaze locked onto Dustin and asked.

“Alright, I’ve read all this, but do you have any actual proof that any of it is real?”

Dustin, calm and confident, smiled again as he repeated his words.

“The proof is sitting right in front of you.”

As the sentence echoed in her mind, Violet looked at him with a puzzled expression. What did he mean by that? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to piece it together.

And then it happened. The chair... it started to move.

At first, she felt a faint tremor, then slowly, it began to rise off the ground. Her hands instinctively gripped the sides of the chair, as if clinging to the last remnants of stability. Fear climbed up her spine like a cold wave. Her mind split into two conflicting thoughts: This can’t be real. You’re imagining things. Stay rational, Violet!

But another voice challenged her logic: Are you stupid? You’re flying!

Her eyes darted to Jane. The young girl had her hand raised, fingers extended as if she were pulling invisible strings. Wherever her hand moved, the chair followed. Jane’s face was calm, devoid of any hesitation. It was as if she did this every day, as casually as breathing.

Violet’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat reverberating through her ribcage. Her breaths quickened, short and shallow, barely filling her lungs before rushing back out. Breathing wasn’t enough. The world around her seemed to defy gravity, the laws of reality bending before her eyes.

When the chair finally descended and her feet touched solid ground again, the trembling in her body didn’t stop. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her fingers feeling like they no longer belonged to her. Her knees felt weak, as if they might give out at any moment.

Fear wrapped around her mind like a suffocating fog. This wasn’t a simple fear. This was the sensation of reality itself cracking. She was witnessing the unraveling of the universe’s rules.

Will, moved quickly. He rushed to her side and offered a glass of water. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Violet reached out to take the glass, but her fingers trembled so badly she feared she might drop it. She managed a small sip, the cold water sliding down her throat, but her breathing remained erratic.

As she tried to steady herself, Will’s file slipped from under his arm, scattering a few newspaper clippings and sheets of paper across the floor. But Violet’s eyes were still fixed on the empty space in front of her, on Jane, and on what had just happened.

Her mind raced toward an undeniable truth.

Eddie wasn’t crazy.

The stories he told, the ones everyone dismissed as paranoia, as nonsense… They were true. All of them were true .

The realization turned Violet’s thoughts upside down. A deep sense of helplessness echoed within her, like falling into a bottomless pit. Knowing that Eddie wasn’t insane was comforting in one sense, but that comfort was short-lived. Because it meant something far worse.

Eddie was trapped in a truth too big to explain.

And no one would believe him.

No one in court would listen to these stories. No one would believe in his innocence. The entire world would see him as guilty, and that would be Eddie’s death sentence.

Will and Dustin hurriedly gathered the scattered drawings and newspaper clippings from the floor.

"Stop!" Violet’s voice cracked, still trembling with fear. "Can you hand me that?"

Dustin grabbed the drawing she was pointing at and passed it to her. Steve was saying something about how Will had drawn all of them, but Violet's focus was locked on the creature staring back at her from the paper. The same creature that haunted her dreams.

When she had seen this monster in her nightmare, she had assumed it was just a figment of her imagination, influenced by the files she had read. Like how after watching a horror movie, you dream about being hunted by the killer. But she had never told anyone about that dream. And now, here it was—the creature, identical in every detail.

Jane noticed Violet studying the drawing intently. "Why are you looking at it like that? Did you see it?"

Violet nodded slowly. "Is this... Vecna?"

"Yes." Steve, leaning against one of the bookshelves, crossed his arms over his chest.

"But that's not even our biggest problem right now," Dustin added.

Violet’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? What could be worse than this ?"

Will, with that familiar expression of delivering bad news, spoke quietly. "Max woke up."

Violet looked at them, uncomprehending.

"Maxine Mayfield," Steve clarified.

Her blood ran cold. Was this some kind of contest to deliver the worst possible news one after the other?

"Max Mayfield?" Violet repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... she’s the one who reported Eddie."

Steve stepped closer, kneeling in front of her, and took her trembling hands on his own, as if trying to steady them.

"Yes," he said softly. "Because that’s not Max. Vecna is using her as a host. We don’t know if he knows that we’re aware of it. That’s why we have to be extremely careful. Max is still in there somewhere, just like Will was years ago. Vecna was controlling him like a puppet, using him as a spy. Vecna lived in the mind of someone connected to this world, gathering strength. It was his mother and brother who pulled him out of Will. And now, Vecna is doing the same to Max. We’re waiting for the moment when she’s at her weakest."

Violet sighed in disappointment. "If Vecna inside Max is Vecna, that means... Vecna who reported him is Vecna. And that means... when the court asks Max who did this to her, Max will say Eddie ."

Dustin shook his head. "They'll execute him. That's why you need to get Eddie out of there."

Violet pointed to herself, stunned. "Do I need to get him out of there?"

Steve said, "We need to go back. We have to protect the town. Listen to me, Violet. Vecna is already after you. He'll eliminate anyone protecting Eddie. Take a walkman with you and put your favorite music in it. Never let it out of your sight. No matter the cost."

Violet now understood why Eddie had asked her for her favorite music. She had to pull herself together and accept what was happening as quickly as possible. There wasn’t even time to sit down and cry. Her and Eddie's lives were in danger.

Just as she was about to stand up, she turned back and sat at the computer. Everyone in the room was watching her with curious eyes. "I need to learn one more thing," she said. She typed "Fire at Sidney Nursing Home" into the search bar.

News about the fire popped up in front of her. She saw a photo taken by a journalist. Firefighters were trying to extinguish the flames. Police had put up yellow tape all around the Nursing Home. The public, waiting in fear for the fire to be put out, were watching the firefighters. And there he was . He was in the back, but she knew it was him. John Forest. He was wearing a police uniform. He was talking to the man next to him. She knew it. John was telling the truth. John was not lying, he was indeed working as a police officer at the time of the fire at the nursing home. But wait... Violet recognized the person he was talking to as well. He was also wearing a police uniform. It was none other than Brendon , the nurse from the hospital.

She printed out the article and stood up. "We can go now."

Steve pulled the car into the entrance of the hospital. As Violet got out of the car with a heavy motion, Steve handed her the phone numbers, saying, “If anything goes wrong, you can reach these numbers.” Slowly, as he closed the car door, he looked at her one last time and continued, “Be careful.” For a few seconds, the sound of Steve’s car engine blended with the silence of the hospital, and then he quickly drove away.

Violet took a deep breath and entered the hospital. There was a faint chill in the air, as if the walls of this place always emitted a shiver. It was very quiet inside, as if everything had remained still on this night. She only occasionally heard the painful moans of patients coming from the corridors.

Every now and then, guards, nuns, and nurses appeared in the corridor, passing by quickly. But none of them seemed to notice Violet, or perhaps they preferred not to. After all, she was a doctor in this hospital.

As Violet walked toward Eddie's room, her heart beat a little faster with each step. At that moment, suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind, and the fingers swiftly and strongly covered her mouth. Violet was paralyzed with fear. She wanted to scream, but her voice only came out as a muffled gasp. Her hands were trembling as she tried to pull herself back, but the man's strength made every movement feel like a greater threat.

As he continued to pull her backward, Violet was being dragged quickly through a dark passage. The spaces between the rooms seemed to deepen her fear, as if each one was a hidden witness to her terror. At that moment, she felt the traces of the hospital’s cold, slick air on her hands, arms, and fingers.

As she was being dragged toward the janitor’s room, the person holding her turned her toward him. It was Brendon . He made a quiet "shh" gesture with his other hand. When she nodded in fear, he finally removed his hand from her mouth.

Violet yelled angrily, "What do you think you’re doing!?"

Brendon pulled a card from his pocket and then retrieved a file he had hidden on the side of his jacket and handed it to her.

He whispered, “This is my nurse card. It opens all the patient rooms except for the manager’s offices and the cells in the C block. With this, you can take Eddie out of his cell.’’ Then he handed her the file. ’’And you’ll protect this file like it’s everything. It contains all the filthy things Dr. Arthur has done. John and I were after this man. I was about to lose my job to get this file, so make sure it gets to its destination, Violet.”

Violet, filled with fear and adrenaline, listened intently to every word coming from his mouth, nodding her head to show she understood.

“How will I get Eddie out of here?” she asked.

Brendon gave her directions to a secret way leading from the C WARD . Violet didn’t want to go through the C WARD.

There were animal-like things there that had lost any trace of their humanity. She had been terrified the first time she saw it, and that was during the day. Now, it was well past midnight, and she was certain that Dr. Arthur kept his undead experiments locked up there. But there was no other way, she had to get Eddie out of here.

She ran to Eddie’s room. She showed Brendon’s card to the ID scanner next to the cell door and stormed inside. Eddie seemed surprised. He stood up. "Violet?" he murmured.

It was clear he couldn’t immediately tell who was coming through the darkness. His speech had improved, but his hands were still shaking from the effects of the electroshock. Violet ran to him and hugged him. She was there. In his arms.

Eddie stood still for a few seconds, still in shock. Then she felt Eddie’s arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her toward him. He smelled her hair. Then he pulled back and held her face in his hands.

Eddie whispered, “What are you doing here? Someone will see you.”

Violet whispered back, “I know you’re innocent, Eddie. I’m getting you out of this hell.”

Eddie smiled and tightly squeezed Violet’s hand. Before they left the cell, Violet checked around to make sure no one was around. Once she was certain, they left together. They weren’t running, but they were walking quickly. Eddie held her hand and pulled her. “Wait!”

Violet turned to him, as if asking what was going on.

“We need to take John too. We can’t leave without him,” he said.

For a moment, she hesitated, feeling uneasy. Violet was already getting herself into enough trouble; she couldn’t take any more risks. “I’ll come back for him later. I promise. We have to go right now, ” she said.

But Eddie shook his head in disapproval. “He got you into trouble for me. When the files came out of my room, he took the blame. He could have said nothing, but he protected me. I owe him this.”

Violet reluctantly accepted it. It seemed Eddie wasn’t going to leave without John. She gripped Eddie’s hand tightly again, and they started running. Fortunately, the infirmary was on the ground floor. When they rushed inside, several patients started screaming. She was relieved that this was a mental hospital, because patients always screamed here, but they were rarely taken seriously.

They headed for the bed where John was. He was awake, sitting up, seemingly lost in thought. He was surprised when he saw them. “What are you doing here?”

“There’s no time for questions. We need to leave. Now!” Violet yelled.

They ran together and finally entered the corridor where the C WARD was. It literally smelled of death. They were running for their lives.

Violet only turned around for a second. Eddie and John were no longer there. The corridor seemed longer than it actually was.

She saw the creature - Vecna - coming toward her slowly from a distance.

Vecna's presence was emerging from the darkness like a shadow, and it was appearing at the end of the corridor. The sound of its footsteps was turning into a metallic, echoing growl. "Eddie?" she murmured in fear, unsure if Eddie and John could see her or Vecna anymore.

They were so close to the exit door. Eddie’s heart was about to jump out of his mouth from fear and running; his eyes were going dark as he ran. Sometimes, flashbacks of memories came and went in front of his eyes; the electroshock felt like it had reset his entire body. He couldn’t stop his hands from trembling, and there was an incredible pain in his head.

But the nightmare was now over. The only thing they needed to do to get out of this cursed asylum was take a few more steps, then they would be free. Eddie noticed for a moment that Violet had stopped. He called out to John, who was running ahead. "Wait!"

Eddie hurried toward Violet."Violet, come on. Why did you stop? We need to go. What are you waiting for?!"

She didn’t respond. She just kept staring down the corridor. Eddie waved his hand in front of Violet’s eyes.

"Can you hear me?! Violet, can you hear me?! Shit.. shit, I don’t like this. "

John came to them in a panic. "What’s wrong with her like this?!" he was saying.

Eddie didn’t know. No , it couldn’t be. He knew. This was exactly the same as what happened to Chrissy. Was Vecna taking her?

God, no. No.

Eddie quickly grabbed Violet by the shoulders and began shaking her violently. Then he cupped her face in his hands. "Violet! Can you hear me? Violet! Listen to me! You have to run from him! For God’s sake, you have to run from him!" Eddie was shouting in fear.

John timidly nudged Eddie; Eddie didn’t have a second to spare for him. "Wait, John!" he yelled, his tears fogging his eyes.

John was pointing down the corridor. The patients in the C ward were waking up, and there were sounds of banging on the doors of the cells. The patients in these cells were humanoid creatures who had survived Doctor Arthur’s experiments. Eddie thought, this can’t be happening now. Please, not now.

He turned back to Violet. He slapped his forehead a few times. "What was her favorite song? What was it?!" He couldn’t remember. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think, but it hurt so much. The places where they had electroshocked him were still aching.

"Dream on!" he said suddenly, with a brief expression of relief as he remembered the song, but… what were the lyrics? He squeezed his eyes shut again. He had to remember. He slapped his forehead a few more times.

He was shouting at himself, ’’Remember the lyrics, come on Eddie!’’

Then Violet suddenly began to rise slowly into the air. Eddie's eyes were focused on Violet's slowly levitating body and his pulse was getting faster and more erratic with each beat of his heart.

John was so terrified by the sight that he collapsed to the ground. He was screaming. ’’What the fuck is happening?!’’

Eddie swallowed hard, ’’No, no. Please don’t take her. I can’t lose her too.’’

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Flashing Lights #3

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping,

⋆.˚ please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter2 | index | chapter4

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Early March 2024

Okay. Maybe Drew was a little attractive.

Or was he always attractive? Or was it because you haven’t seen him in weeks, and you just forgot about how he looked like? Either way, the man sitting next to you in the car was not the same guy that you met with weeks ago.

He cleaned himself up good, dressed in a nice white button up and jeans, styled his short hair a bit, and sunglasses that he was sponsored for. The watch adds a richer vibe to it, and several rings on his hand.

Nah. It’s his outfit that makes him look so attractive right now. Definitely not how he looks.

Worse of all, you were matching with him. Wearing a classy white dress with white heels, and accessories that you sponsored. You visibly cringe at your outfit choice, hating how well it went with his.

But what bothered you more was your first public appearance with him, as a couple. A few weeks ago, the pictures of you two together on set was leaked out, and the company immediately confirmed that you two were currently dating. The comments online were mostly negative, with some wondering about the woman he ‘impregnated’ and wondering how you ended up with this guy.

Now, you had to prove to the whole world that you like this guy, that you are in a committed relationship. This is harder than trying to act for dark films. But you had faith that you could wing it, just like how you always wing auditions and films.

You reach for your purse, opening it and grabbing a pack of cigarettes. You get ready to smoke one, but he takes it out of your hands. “The fuck?” You curse, glaring at him. His sunglasses make it hard to read his expression, but he was chewing gum, with no smile apparent. “Give it back.”

“No; you’ll smell,” he says.

You roll your eyes. Well, you needed something to calm your nerves down, so you just grab another one. But Drew grabs both the cigarette and the pack out of your hands, and out of your reach. “Hey!” You yell, reaching for it. “Give it back! Seriously.”

“And I’m being serious too,” he replies, before throwing it to the back trunk.

You gasp at the audacity, anger running through your veins right now. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I needed that!”

He reaches into his pocket, before grabbing a pack of gum out. “Eat this instead. It’s better and doesn’t smell.”

“You think I’m a fucking idiot? I’m not eating that.”

“It’s all I got,” Drew shrugs. “You want or not?”

You glance behind him at the window, and see the thousands of fans outside, all here to watch the Bahrain Grand Prix. Multiple paparazzi are also pulling up.

Fuck it. You take the pack from his hands, and eat three at a time. The gum is lemon flavored, and minty too. Somehow, it does relax you. You chew on it, focusing on the minty scent of it instead of how much people were outside.

“Thanks would be nice,” he murmurs, but you heard him.

“Hey, you threw my shit back there. You owe me,” you say, slapping the bag of gum against his chest.

Then, the car comes to a stop, and the driver turns around. “We’ve arrived.” You look outside at the entrance of the F1 paddock, a few paparazzi already standing there.

The bodyguard at the entrance hurries out, and opens the door at Drew’s side.

He steps out, and stands in front of you. His hand reaches out for you, and you take it reluctantly, knowing that many people are staring. Flashes go off, and you adjust your dress with Drew’s body big enough to cover.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod. He lets go of your hand after, walking ahead of you.

Do tall people genuinely walk faster? Plus, why isn’t he holding your hand or walking beside you? The both of you have an image to sell, and thirty seconds in, he’s not selling anything.

You slightly run to catch up, and when you do, you lock your hands with his.

He stops and looks back at you, and you just give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. His hand is warm, big, and also, very stiff. Has he never held hands with anyone before? “Hey, you’re my boyfriend. Did you forget that?” You tug him down to whisper in his ear.

His red ear doesn’t go unnoticed, and his grip on you tightens. “Right.”

You pat his shoulder away, and walk towards the gate. Paparazzi aren’t allowed in the paddock, so once the staff gives you your passes, you hurry in. But even in the paddock, you attract attention. Cameras turn over to the both of you, and fans glance over.

You ignore them, just chewing on your gum. You feel very tempted when you pass by the smoking area, but get reminded by your pack of cigarettes disregarded in the back truck.

Eventually, some photographer comes up to the both of you. You obviously want to keep walking, but Drew stops to listen to what he has to say. “Y/n, a photo for Vogue magazine?”

You open your mouth to say no, but Drew answers instead. “Sure.”

You mentally roll your eyes, smiling for the camera. But the photographer frowns at the man beside you. “Sorry, just Y/n.”

Drew nods, wanting to let go of your hand but you pull him closer. “No; my man stays in the picture,” you confidently say, to which the photographer just nods. You smile for the camera, and the flash goes off. The photographer thanks the both of you, and walks off.

“What was that for?” Drew asks you as you two continue walking down the paddock. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face as the two of you walk hand in hand.

But you turn to face him, wanting to see his blue eyes but his sunglasses cover them. “Don’t do that shit ever again. I hate it,” you say instead.

“Do what?”

“Responding to randoms. I don’t like that, okay?”

“Why not?”

Can’t he respond properly? What’s with the questions. “None of your fucking business. Just, just don’t answer anyone, or even acknowledge them.”

“Well that’s just rude.”

“And you’re the nicest person alive?” You snicker, once you reach the VIP building, that leads to the observatory and bar upstairs. “Trust me. Your rookie ass has no idea.”

“‘Rookie ass’?” Drew mocks, once you’re in the building. He presses the elevator button, and takes off his sunglasses, hanging them by his button up. “I debuted ten years ago.”

“Not the fucking point,” you say, and see that no reporters or paparazzi were around. You immediately drop his hand and cross your arms, looking away. “And I only did that to sell this stunt.”

The elevator door opens, and you step in quickly, Drew following in. He presses the third floor, the door closing.

You don’t say a word in the elevator, part of you angry and annoyed. The door opens, and you hurry in. The staff asks for your names, and you give it to her. You ignore the spark in her eyes as she sees the two of you walking together, and leads you to your seats.

There was a bar area with seats around them, dining tables, and an outdoor balcony area that gave a perfect view of the racetrack and garages. She leads you to the dining area, but Drew buts in. “Could we sit outside?”

You raise an eyebrow at Drew wondering what he's thinking of, and he just ignores your look. “of course,” the staff smiles, taking you to the balcony.

The two of you sit across each other once you get to your table, and the staff leaves to give you some time to look through the menu. You don’t; instead, you pull your phone out and start scrolling on it.

Drew, however, looks through the menu and keeps looking around down at the racetrack. Drivers getting ready, and staff rolling the gear out. You’ve been at these races for countless of times, so you’ve gotten used to what goes on here. But Drew? This is definitely his first time here. You chuckle at his widened eyes, as if widening his eyes could get him a better view of downstairs.

“What?” He turns to you, his expression mean.

“So obvious that you’ve never been here,” you chuckle.

“And it’s funny?”

“Yes. I’m sober as shit right now, so anything might as well trigger me,” you give him a fake smile, signaling the staff over. She hurries over, and asks for what you would like. “Um, give me five cups of your strongest alcohol drink.”

She nods, and looks over at Drew. “Uh, two lobster and bison ribeyes, and one red wine.”

“Will be right up,” the staff chirps, walking off.

“Two? What, you got a family of four living in there?”

“No; one’s for you,” Drew says. “It would be weird if you didn’t eat and just drank.”

“No one cares,” you say, crossing your arms.

“I do; can’t have people saying I’m dating an alcoholic.”

“I’m not an alcoholic,” you argue, feeling offended. Yeah you drink, but only because it calms your nerves down. And who is he to judge? He ordered a drink too.

“Really? So people normally wake up and drink what, four five bottles of whiskey? People show up to places smelling like they lived in a basement all their lives? You’re a fucking alcoholic, Y/n,” Drew confronts you.

You scoff, brushing your hair off your shoulder. “Hey, you’ve only met me for three times. Those three times you just happen to bump into a drunk me. So, don’t accuse people of what they aren’t.”

“The first time we met and you called me a cunt.”

“Because that’s who you are,” you say. “you’re a cunt, and I’m not an alcoholic.”

Drew pokes his tongue against his cheek; your argument sucks.

“Why are you denying your drinking problem, Y/n? And it’s not just you, but the whole industry. You sure they don’t know a single thing? The people you worked with?”

You look away. Why was he lecturing you right now? Its annoying and it’s getting on your nerves. The last thing you needed was a stranger telling you how to live your life. And while he goes to say something else, you snap at him. “Hey! I didn’t sign up for therapy here. Shut the fuck up. No one knows, okay? Plus, the whole industry knows I’ve been through worse.”

You don’t elaborate; but you’re ninety percent sure he knows. The hell, everyone in this whole world knows.

The drinks arrive, five pink drinks that you’re sure is yours, and Drew’s red wine.

You spit the gum into a tissue, then immediately gulping down the first one. You’ve gotten used to the burning feeling that alcohol has, so it was like drinking water. Drew just watches you with his blue eyes, slowly sipping his drink.

You look over at the paddock. The race is starting, five red lights showing. “Its starting,” you comment to Drew, and he puts his drink down, walking over and leaning against the railing. You look at him with amusement, how he’s watching the race with anticipation.

You gulp down your second drink, and relax, letting the alcohol slowly take over you. After a few minutes, you feel a bit tipsy, but you get up, standing next to him. “Who do you think will win?” You ask, the alcohol getting you friendly.

“Max,” Drew replies, looking at the big screen across. “You?”

“Sainz,” you say, since he is your favorite driver and driving the car of the brand you ambassador for.

“Do you even watch the sport?” He teases, his eyes on the racetrack.

You cross your arms, looking at his side profile, “Ferrari never disappoints.”

“So does Max.”

“Its a new season; anyone can win.”

“Not if you’re in Ferrari.”

“Then let’s bet on it.”

He stays silent, still staring at the racetrack.

“Didn’t take you as a gambler as well,” he says after a few seconds.

“Well, are you scared to lose?” You tease, shrugging your shoulders.

Drew turns and looks at you amused, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours. Gosh, why does he have to have the most gorgeous shade of blue to be his eye color? He shrugs too, smirking. “No; just scared that you’ll turn into a vicious bitch when you lose.”

You roll your eyes, before looking around for something to bet on. But your eyes land on his phone on the table. Then, you thought of an idea. “Loser, has to post a picture on their instagram of the winner. Caption and photo of the winner’s choice.”

Drew’s eyes widen, but he nods, holding his hand out. You take it, and you shake on it. You walk over and drown the third drink down your throat. The alcohol was definitely working, because you feel friendlier next to Drew. See? Alcohol does help one’s mental, and in your case, it makes you an entirely different person. One that’s nice and less moody. Of course, Drew notices it. But he doesn’t comment on it, knowing sober you would bash at him like crazy.

You spot his phone, and you hand it over to him. “Since you’re going to lose, why don’t you take some pictures of me?”

Drew raises an eyebrow at you in amusement, taking the phone. You just smile at him, leaning against the railing, getting some poses ready. Drew reluctantly walks across from you, and does the craziest pose in order to get a photo of you. It actually causes you to laugh, and you cover it with your mouth.

And that gets Drew smiling too. Feeling tipsy, you definitely thought you were seeing things. You calm yourself down, continuing to serve face for the photos he’s taking right now.

Aw. The image of a perfect couple? Completely sold.

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The internet goes crazy once again.

First was Drew’s visit to your set. Second was the confirmation of the relationship. Third? The hard launch that you posted.

A picture of Drew, who’s hugging you from the back, his arms wrapped around your neck. His face is pressed besides yours, and he’s making the most lovestruck face to the camera. And so are you. Well, with the help of alcohol, you’re smiling as if Drew’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

With the caption, “Mine.”

Drew smiles proudly while staring at the instagram post, your first post in five years. He glances over at you in the car, only to see that you’ve fallen asleep, your head resting against the window. He reaches over and carefully moves your head to lay on his shoulder, thinking it would be more comfortable.

You’re deep in sleep that you don’t even care, and Drew just stiffens his posture, to make sure even his smallest movements won’t wake you up.

While you sleep, Drew just continues to stare at the photos he took of you today, an unexpected smile on his face. Which was just weird, so fucking weird.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: does the ending look familiar? 😚 hoped you enjoyed the first date with Drew! i saw new photos of him at loewe he looked tooooo good. edited till late last night bc i was so excited for you guys to read this one! (also, i'm a big fan of f1, and wondering if there's any sainz fans here other than me.) anyways, like/share/comment to show support! thanks for reading babes <3

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pynkgothicka · 1 year ago

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ＡｌｗａｙｓＦｏｒｅｖｅｒＭＹＧ

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Min Yoongi x Frankenstein! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Sarah Paulson (HELP THE KILLER IS ESCAPING HELP ME)

Tags and Warnings - death, sex, yandere tendencies, grotesque descriptions, gaslighting

Authors Note - this counts as my Halloween fic since I be lazy, but I promise to write more! First I'll finish the monster series then the reqs! Then I'll write what I wanna write yada yada probably do a non bts series or fic

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality.This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He needed something, anything.

Staring at he conglomerate of body parts he stole from previously dead people of the outskirts of the village he found himself by.

Yoongi shook his head as he looked at the body parts. He wanted to focus on the task at hand, even if it was considered testing death itself.

He was meticulous, finding different shades of her skin tone to fit his new creation. All to top it off was her head.

The head of his dead wife, you.

He looked at it, running his finger down it's cheek. It was cold, too cold. He missed seeing you alive, having any ounce of warmth from your body. It was such a loss when he had to take and cut off your rotten body parts. He wanted you to be perfect.

Yoongi planted a kiss on the top of your severed head, a stray tear going down his face. “I'll get you back my love, I need you back.”

🪡

You blinked, seeing as you were covered in a sheet. Taking a deep breath you breathed in the scent of fresh linen. A shadow came over you, peering at your covered body. Your head was uncovered as you looked into a man's face. Blonde hair and dark eyes that sparkled once seeing you.

His hand trembled as he ran his shaking thumb on the side of your face. “Y- You're alive… you… you're beautiful.” His lips came to the top of your head, as he kissed it. You tried to speak but all that came out was a small squeak.

But the man found this amusing. “It seems like you forgot everything… Seems as if I didn't have my science all down.” He adds smiling. He held your hand helping you to move off the lab table. You almost immediately fall, the man taking your arm and holding you up. “Don't fall now come on let's get you to the wheel chair.”

He placed you down gently, running his hand over your stitches. He pulled at a few and securing them. “Okay, it's all in place… I'm so happy you're back. Well not all the way back I just have to do some reteaching. Like me, I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi your husband.”

Yoongi made faces to help you pronounce his name correctly. “Y-You. Yoon-gi.” You finally muttered out in which Yoongi smiled and kissed your head.

“See look how easy it is for my brilliant wife to learn. I'm going to reteach it all to you my love…That and so much more…”

🪡

Having to be retaught everything wasn't the most normal feeling. But Yoongi, was more than helpful in making you remember who you were and the basics of living.

Yet he pushed for your captivity within the walls of his mansion. You stay at his feet most of the time while he worked and wrote letters.

He even constantly reminded you of your beauty and how you were the most beautiful girl hes ever seen. It was sweet in your eyes yet you were surrounded by so many depictions of beauty that weren't what you looked like. Different shades and natural movement you've yet to nail down.

But still you wondered about what existed past the mansions walls. Especially the village in the distance. You wondered about the women there and if they looked and aced like you. Your mind was busy and it could be shown on your face.

Snap!

You blinked as Yoongi snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Sorry, I was thinking.” You said quietly looking back towards Yoongi as he read a book.

“Thinking? About what?”

“I don't… look like. The paintings. Or the films.” You were able to piece together to form a sentence. It was degrading yes but true.

“Well who told you that?” Yoongi inquires while raising a brow at you. Gulping at the sternness in his voice, you speak up against him.

“No one told me that. I… I don't look like them. I don't, look like any of the women you've shown me.” You say getting up from your spot besides Yoongi. You look out the window in his study at the town in the far off distance. “I bet the village has-”

Yoongi gets up and grabs your hand gently. He runs his hand down the side of your face and leads you to turn away from the window. “Is that what this is about? Going into town?” He mumbles leaning into your neck. He peppered kisses along a stitch that tickled in particular. You giggled and looked at Yoongi your mind going blank at what you were mad at. “Is that better my love?”

“Mhmm. Yes Yoongi…”

“Good let's continue reading.”

🪡

Of course the thought came back.

The lights and the sounds of joy and fun. It haunts you, the time known as Halloween the same night as tonight. Yet here you were with Yoongi, his body over your own.

His thrusts increased in speed as he pounded into you. It was weird how full he made you feel. But you didn't mind it, you enjoyed it actually. Yoongi wrapped a hand around your stitched throat, pinning you to the bed. You let out a groan as Yoongi filled up your cunt, his cum spilling from inside of you. He pulled out and laid on top of you, peppering more kisses along your face.

“That was amazing…” Yoongi mumbles as he rolls over from on top of you. He wraps a arm around your naked form. You feel his lips against the middle of your neck, and soon the silent breathing known as sleep.

Tonight was the night.

No matter what you were getting out of here.

You hobble out of bed, limping towards the wardrobe. You grabbed a sweater he made for you and a long white skirt. Throwing both of them on you sneak out of the bedroom. You head to the bathroom and wipe your legs, making sure you were clean. You quietly make your way down the stairs to the front door. You look back making sure Yoongi wasn't behind you.

Nothing.

So you kept moving. Walking along the side of the road, dirt and rocks digging into the bottom of your feet. Your limp was soon gone as the pain dulled. It was a long walk and you made it eventually. Finally you see orange light shining on your face.

The village was full of people. Children dressed up as well as adults. Peering into windows you saw fashion portrayed in paintings and jewelry Yoongi only showed you from books of art. You ran a hand down the window but was pulled from it as you felt a touch on your shoulder.

There was a woman, her face framed by brown hair pulled into a bun. Stray hairs fell down her face. She was a tad bit older, but not too old. “Hi, were you looking at the jewelry in there?” She asked smiling. You nodded and she nodded with you giggling. “You don't talk much huh? It's alright, I was asking because I was going to buy it for you.”

Clearing your throat you finally spoke up, “Really?” You exclaimed excitedly. She nodded and pulled you into the shop.

“Choose anything I don't mind.” She says looking at the wall of fancy jewelry. “I have no one to spend it on so why not you…” Finally you choose one silver necklace with a diamond pendant in the center. Your plan was to give it to Yoongi, as a sort of thank you. It would also double as a apology for leaving when you eventually did come back. e woman purchased it and smiled taking you out of the store.

A gush of wind made you shiver and the woman gasped. “You're freezing, come on. I'll give you something to eat and get you warmed up.” You didn't know why but you followed behind the woman as she led you to her small quaint home in the village. You enter and are welcomed by a fireplace.

It was something you never felt nor seen your entire life, even if it was as small as it was. “Go sit by the fire while I go heat up some soup.” The woman says ushering you to go sit by the fire. You do, the warmth making everything feel better. It was bright and brilliant as Yoongi would've said.

You were passed a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It had vegetables and overall smelled delicious. The woman passed you a spoon and draped a blanket over you. Yoongi taught you to how use utensils, so you were familiar as you began to eat. “Good isn't it? I'm Sarah by the way, Sarah Paulson, the towns widow or whatever they want to fucking call me.” Sarah said making you gasp. Her language made you laugh yet also made you amused. Yoongi usually only spoke like that during sex or under his breath.

Was never for you to pay attention to nor recite

“What's a widow?” You ask eating more. Sarah seemed more than happy to have someone to talk too. She sat down on the couch, becoming even more comfortable.

“Well, a widow is someone whose husband or lover has died. It's mainly the villages women trying to make fun of me. But I say hey, if I'm a widow than I'm a widow.” Sarah exclaimed. “What about you? What's your name and slash or title?”

That made you think. You knew your name but what were you. After telling you your name, you went quiet. “I don't think I have a title. Except for what Yoongi calls me.”

“Wait like Min Yoongi? The one that lives in the mansion out of town?” Sarah asks looking at you with a inquisitive eye. You nod slowly and she looks away looking out the window. “Oh you poor thing. You don't even know the half of it do you?”

You shake your head no looking at Sarah. “W-What? You have to tell me.”

“Yoongi he… he stopped coming into town a while ago. He was caught digging up corpses, he went to me as he lost his lover and wanted some common ground with someone who understood him.” Sarah started but you cut her off.

“But, I'm his lover. He told me I was his one and only…” You say frantically.

“He had another, no one saw her though. He kept her in that mansion for fucks sake. He wanted to try and revive my husband, Mr Paulson. But I told him no…” Sarah trailed off and took a look at your neck and arms. She let out a quiet gasp as she moved to sit next to you. She ran a thumb over one of the stitches. “You're her… his creation.”

You furrowed your brows and looked at Sarah with concerned eyes. “I- What? What are you talking about? I'm his love, no I'm not-”

“You're a bunch of body parts… God I'm so sorry… your brain. He must've had to throw out your old one… he kept going at it. He kept running the experiment to revive Mrs Min.” Sarah said bringing you in for a hug. You quickly hugged her back crying into her shoulder. But she pulled away so you could look at her. “He's going to come looking… and I don't want you to get hurt. Yoongi is crazy… and you need to hide.”

A loud set of bangs were heard from her front door. Sarah covered you in the blanket and bent down to whisper. “Lay down and don't move, I'm going to try and save you.” Sarah said and you listened. You trusted her, but you couldn't see Yoongi as a violent man. But finding out all you now knew you couldn't risk it.

You heard the door open and feet moving into the home further. “Where did you put her?” You heard a voice that was similar to Yoongis speak up.

“Put who? Don't tell me you've found a new lover. Did you remarry Mr. Min?” Sarah said, keeping her tone respectful. She kept away from the living room where you laid on the ground.

“Don't play dumb. You are the only one I told about her.” Yoongis voice raised and you heard more steps being took away from you and towards where the first set stopped. You started to slowly move, one limb at a time, to under the couch.

“Well yes, but I didn't even know you succeeded in your experiment. Congratulations on that but you'd trust the people who rat you out about the body snatching?” Sarah came back stepping away and moving in a circle to the front of the couch. “Besides quiet rude entering my house this way, don't you think?”

“Rude my ass, I know she's in here. If there's anything those people want is to get me away from them. So they'll lead me in a direction to where I don't have to talk to them and I'm not going to be mad with them. So that leads to you.” Yoongis voice raised as he stood in front of the couch towering over Sarah. “So I'll ask one final time, where is she?”

“Get out of my ho-”

BANG!

You covered your mouth as the sound of a revolver echoed from within the home. You felt your cheeks grow wet.

“Where are you my love? I'm not mad I promise, it's okay I knew this would happen.” There it was, that sweet voice that was always coated in honey to coax you successfully. You moved from under the couch and let the blanket fall from your head. Yoongis face was covered in Sarah's blood as he gasped pulling you in for a hug. He kissed your head and lips, hands on your cheeks. “I was worried sick!”

“W- I'm… what ju-” You were cut off as you felt the necklace you brought earlier being pulled from your hand.

“Is this for me?” You nodded. “Thank you baby… this is beautiful my love.” He put it on and smiled at you keeping his thumb on your cheek. You kept stuttering though, confused and unaware of what just happened to you. “Shhh, it's okay just stay with me from now on okay? I can keep you safe, forever.” Yoongi said keeping your head faced away from the half bloodied mess that he made of Sarah's head.

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meshla-cyarika · 1 year ago

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Worth the pain

Pairing: Nathan Prescott x gn!reader

Word count: 1,056

Tags/warnings: mentions problematic family members (such as an alcoholic father), reader doubts themselves, smoking, friends to lovers.

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards.

A/N: this was inspired by the song "bite the hand".

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

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m4yday-m4yday · 9 months ago

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(tw: flashing at the bottom i put blinkies there)

Call me Eros or Mayday (Anthony Sparrow irl but I prefer fun cool weird names online)

My otherkin sideblog is @that-dog-is-so-gender

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Agender and pangender transmasculine (Ik it's contradictory but I can do whatever I want with my gender forever)

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Probably autistic (getting tested soon! idk how i feel about it) so like be patient cus I don't read tones well lmfao I get so nervous

Theater kid. I bet u can tell, I've been told I'm dramatic

Main interests rn: Helluva Boss, MCR, Stray (video game)

@evilrobertsmith is my husband, @/even-moderner-prometheus is my boyfriend :)

I post my art very inconsistently, but if you wanna see it, it can all be found under the tag #artists on tumblr (no guarantee it'll be good lol especially as you find the older shit)

My original posts are under the tag #eros says shit

Don't be afraid to tell me to add tags with trigger warnings if I haven't already!!

Minor (15) 18+ blogs don't follow

'MURICAN 🦅🦅

DM's are open to mutuals only

DM me if you want, I love talking to ppl, but if you're an adult I'm going to keep conversation to a minimum to ensure my safety (some of my moots are adults and they're cool af so this isn't cus I don't like you I js have a fear of being groomed so)

I am not in a place where I can donate anything

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I support furries, otherkins, therians, queers, disabled people, POC, Palestine, self diagnosis (yk do your research and stuff ofc, but the medical industry is fucked and sometimes ppl can't get official diagnoses), and basically anyone who isn't hurting other people and isn't an asshole.

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All the extra stuff is under the keep reading thing bc it's long and painful to read. If you don't wanna read it some of the fandoms I'm in are specified in the tags <2

𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊:

𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 - Helluva Boss - Brandon Rogers - DEADPOOL MOVIES!!!!!! AGHJAKJHGFCDFGHJ - X-Men '97 - The New Mutants (the movie sucked but it has a special place in my heart, ok? I love Rahne Sinclair) - Supernatural (I'm on season 11 rn) - Good Omens - Dead Boy Detectives - Invader Zim

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) - RHPS - Cabaret (1998) - Falsettos - West Side Story - Beetlejuice - Addams Family - Frankenstein - Wicked - Prolly more I forgot to list but those are my faves

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 (𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘) - Remo Drive - Mitski - Fall Out Boy - NOAHFINNCE - MCR - boygenius - IDKHBTFM - Jack Stauber - The Amazing Devil - Queen - Billy Joel - Green Day - Tom Petty - Bikini Kill - Rabbitology - The Crane Wives - Paramore

𝕳𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖌 - Sewing - Drawing - Making kandi (although my bf does it better he's the bead master he taught me his ways and I am but a lowly bead wench compared to his bead mastery) - I write a little bit of poetry and I'm proud of it but I don't show people it often and it's shitty but oh well - Sobbing into my pillow over the full moon episode - Makeup - Fashion design - Idk being a furry? Drawing them? Wearing my dino mask is fun I like to bite things with it it's very nice - IDK WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT BUT I LIKE FRANKENSTEIN - Playing Stray

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴 𝖐𝖎𝖓 (not in a fictionkin way but I do support y'all) - Crowley (Good Omens) - Stolas (Helluva Boss) - Blitz (Helluva Boss) - Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Castiel (Supernatura) - Deadpool (All media. He's my babygirl) - Gir (Invader Zim) - Elphaba (Wicked)

I'm like always adding to this lol

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nekoannie-chan · 1 month ago

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A forgotten anniversary

Title: The first time he saw her.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 585 words.

Square: 20 “Forgotten about.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve forgot the anniversary.

Major Tags: Angst, little warning.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Valentine’s edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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The clock struck 7:30 p.m., and Steve had not spoken. You had gotten up early that morning with a smile and carefully planned everything to celebrate their anniversary: dinner at home, his favorite wine, the movie you were both looking forward to seeing and maybe a couple of surprises you had saved for later.

The day was slow. You had waited all day hoping that, at some point, Steve might call or text you, but nothing. You didn't know if it was due to a mission or if he was too busy with work. “He's probably too busy, as usual,” you thought, trying to keep calm.

But as time passed, you decided to get ready for dinner and pour yourself a glass of wine. At least you would enjoy that. As you did so, your thoughts went back to your morning conversation. When you had mentioned that this day was his anniversary, you thought, at least he would remember.

The table was set, the candles were lit, and the main course was served. Everything was ready. But he hadn't arrived. “Maybe he's stuck in traffic,” you thought once again, though you knew it was an excuse. You didn't want to admit what you really feared: that he had forgotten.

At 9 p.m., you decided to text him. A simple “everything okay?” as if nothing was wrong, but deep down you were hoping to hear an apology or some explanation.

Steve's reply came quickly, but it was something you hadn't expected.

“Sorry, doll. The mission got complicated. I'm back at the base. I'll see you tomorrow.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Back on base?” He said nothing about the anniversary. Nothing to indicate that he had somehow remembered it. He didn't mention anything about the day you both hoped to celebrate.

Suddenly, all the work you had put into the evening, all the expectations and excitement you had stored up, seemed to crumble. Part of you wanted to understand; you knew your work was important, but the other part, which had been preparing you for weeks for that special moment, felt a deep emptiness. Why hadn't you remembered? How could you forget? How could you forget?

With a sigh, you got up and began to clean the table, clearing away all the ambience you had created. Hours passed, and Steve didn't arrive.

“Why?”

Finally, at 11:00 p.m., you decided to go to bed. “Maybe tomorrow,” you said to yourself.

The next day, when you woke up, there was no sign of Steve in the apartment. Suddenly the sound of the door was heard. Steve walked in as if nothing had happened.

“How are you? I'm so sorry about last night, but you know how missions get complicated.”

“Did you forget? Did you forget our anniversary?”

Steve's smile disappeared instantly. His eyes widened, and for a second, he looked confused. “Anniversary?” he repeated as if those words made no sense. “Oh no...I forgot...no, it can't be... I promise I didn't mean to.”

You sat down on the couch, feeling tears pooling in your eyes. Steve rushed over, but you pulled away. “All I wanted was to spend the day with you. I planned all of this, Steve. All of it.”

Steve kneeled in front of you, his hands reaching for yours. “I'm so sorry. I know this doesn't excuse what I did.”

“Maybe next time,” you murmured, ”maybe next time you'll remember. But if you forget again, you might as well say goodbye to something you love.”

#fandom free bingo #valentine's edition #steve rogers x reader

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dave-shit-kat · 1 month ago

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WARNING: My opinions. This blog is entirely dedicated to hate that shit/p. You love Dave-Shit-Kat? Happy for you! Block and move on. You don't like that ship/t and disagree with my opinion or want to add something else? You're more than welcome!! [Nothing here is tagged dvkt and name is censored for a reason]

Why is BETA OT4 better than Dave-Shit-Kat

Long post

The real question is HOW can't you love Beta OT4!?

The main group — John, Dave, Rose and Jade — is one of the few friend groups in all medias that simply don't have conflicts between them, yet they feel extremely realistic and are much more entertaining than many other main friend groups in other medias.

All of them are rounded characters, all of them have many interactions, both platonically and romantically. Unfortunatelly, JadeRose is one duo that misses all of that, but passing them, every other duo (JohnDave, JohnRose, JohnJade, RoseDave, DaveJade) have clear romantic potential. Of course Karkat ships JohnRose and DaveJade, of course those ships are very popular in the fandom (except for JohnJade and JadeRose, rip), they have sO FUCKING MUCH CHEMISTRY!!

Let's unpack each duos (quickly hopefully).

* JOHNROSE / GRIMDORKS: One of Karkat's ships <3 They're the typical stereotype of the Funny Dork x Smart Goth, where John acts dumb and silly and still Rose plays along with him. I am always a bit sad everytime people forget how silly Rose is too, mostly around her friends (/lovers). I could even consider her a bit tomboy-ish, due her love for videogames and two of her best friends being guys (also, bisexual tomboys are a very common trope); this could be one reason why she doesn't interact much with Jade.

But, aside that, Rose and John have shown romantic interest between them. Maybe because of Karkat's ship chart, but surely the chemistry was there even before (let's not forget the scene where John was texting to Kanaya, pretending to be Rose, and telling how much "she (John as Rose) loves John".

* DAVEJOHN / PEPSICOLA: They're gay. Bros who forgot to say "no homo" after making out and ended up with a house and seven children and still call each other "bro".

There are way too many examples to make here; from Dave always wearing the sunglasses John gave him; to them always texting/saying "I love you" very confidently. Yes, it can be just bros being bros and being confident in doing so, but we can also agree that they'd definitely have "sex for besties" and "platonically marry each other."

* JOHNJADE / SNOOZY GOOFS: They have less interactions, and it's easier to see them platonically than romantically (that's why DaveRose is more popular, for example), but that doesn't mean they wouldn't be a good couple. They'd be the most chill and happy couple of all times; at most doing pranks everywhere and cuddle more than kissing.

They have heavy potential!

* DAVEROSE / SUNBURST: They were canon. IDK what else tell you. You want more reasons!? They're compatible, bickering like idiots with Rose rolling her eyes 24/7 everytime Dave starts with his long, long ironic monologues with dumb comparisons and jokes. But she matches his vibe, she can make those jokes too. Not counting that, in my opinion, Rose prefers to psychoanalyze Dave rather than John and Jade. Yes, at first Jade is a mysterious girl and Rose would love to understand what she knows better, but Dave's mind is another thing entirely, as it's about knowing someone's past better rather than knowing what they know.

* JADEROSE / GUNS N ROSES: Yup, they don't talk much, still they should be together! Another trope between The Rich Girl x The Country Girl; the Cat x Dog. It's all there!!! Also, as I said I consider Rose being more tomboy-ish a reason why she doesn't talk too much with Jade, who on the surfice level appears more feminine, but as we know Jade has a thing for guns, she loves videogames too, she's more a cool action girl. Rose would love that; but I guess the reason why she choose Kanaya and not Jade is because Kanaya is more on her same sophisticated level. And I guess that is also the reason why Rose talked to Jade much more on the first acts, when Jade knew more than the others and was more a mystery, than in the future acts.

But don't despair; they have a lot of potential as a good duo (no, you can't even think about HS2, delete that shit from your mind).

* DAVEJADE / SPACETIME: They were canon pt2; Karkat ships them pt2.

I will not count the disgusting shit of having them date and breakup out of camera that Act6 gave us. Instead, let's focus on why they work as a couple.

Dave, as showned, seems to have A Thing for every Egbert-Harley-Crocker (except Jake), and for every Strider-Lalonde (except Dirk), so it's already a point. Also, Dave and Jade are as confident in their affection as Dave and John are (LET'S NOT FORGET THE <3).

Jade is kind and funny and a good buddy like John, but with extra steps. While John inspires Dave to be better (at least before ShitAct6), Dave admires Jade, who considers more on his same level, if not even cooler.

On the Jade's part, I'd like to bring the GIF of the woman that says "he makes me laugh" or something. They're so cute together.

SUMMARY, WHY ARE THEY BETTER THAN DAVE-SHIT-KAT?: They have actual interactions between them, and many and good ones too. They're all from the same species, so they can't be racist towards each other. They act as friends, caring about each other so confidently that it borders soft and cute romantic attraction. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the trolls already considered them as moirails between one another, as they are supportive towards each other very openly.

DOWN POINTS: (NOTE: "down points" =/= Dave-Shit-Kat is better than them in this. "down points" = the defects of this ship) We don't see them interact ALL together, all four of them. And it's actually a defect that Homestuck has in general; who focuses mostly on two characters talking rather than many, even in crowded situations or groups (but I can understand that; it's hard with more characters).

Also, pairings like JohnJade and RoseJade have less material than the others, working more theoretically than actually.

Also also, humans here are disgusted by blood-related incest. So, John tells Karkat that he won't reproduce with Jade, and Dave(sprite) reacted seemingly like "oh shit" when told that Rose is his blood-related sister. But Dave is a special case either way, since he still called Roxy sexy.

#why is x ship better than dave-shit-kat #its a format :)#beta ot4 #homestuck #daverose #davejohn #rosejade #johnrose #johnjade #davejade

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foulbearobservation · 2 years ago

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since you’re the camlilith blogTM, do you have camlilith fic recs?

me: oh I don't think I'm the gateway to camilith shipping

y'all: so as The Camilith Blog™...

anyway yes I do have fic recs gather round children, I've delved into the depths of the tag and emerged with the best of the best

let's start with casper's (@daisychainsandbowties) fics and then go from there!

by such slight ligaments are we bound: god like truly this is THEE Camilith fic of all time for me like. you all don't understand. lilith is so fucked up. camila touches her so tenderly. lilith gets her hair washed. she bleeds all over the fucking place. she completely disassociates. she bleeds all over the fucking place some more. she's gods specialest little soldier. she's gods most beloathed nun. she's my little guy.

thus strangely are our souls constructed: listen. listen. this is the rat fic. I hold it close to my heart. I adore it. Lilith's having a breakdown in a sporting goods store. she's bleeding out with beatrice in a hallway. they're in love. they don't realize they're in love. they're also not in love. it's a lot. lilith is a little in love with every woman who shows her any kindness. I can't wait to see where this one goes

a light, a blessing, or a bruise: the dishonored au!!!! dishonored au my beloved! (not a fic but check out whale's dishonored art pieces here & here & here they make me feel insane) this fic actually got me to start playing dishonored and the world is. so interesting. the way casper has translated the characters is FASCINATING. great fic I fucking love it.

okay that's all of casper's fics now let's go to some others shall we?

The bestie @thats-a-weird-warning-sign wrote Tenderness to you is only talk about a bruise which is just. so good. I truly don't know what else I need to say about it. lilith's brain melts out of her ears because of camila's strap. There's healing from trauma. there's more sex. listen. we all read the tags we all knew what we were getting into.

Shroomyystar on ao3 (I think they're @cranechel on here?) has some bangers. most of these are rated M or E, for good reason. they're darker or they're just abt sex so your mileage may vary based on what you want to read but they're all tagged appropriately!

like real people do: lilith asks camila to kill her and it's sweeter than you think, I promise.

light pink sky up on the roof: lilith kneels.

one bite of salvation in the dark: lilith kneels and also eats cami out.

there's also serenity which is a rly cute little fic abt camila just staring at lilith and I think it's very sweet we get this view of them cause I feel like lilith is the more common pov character

some other one offs!

Worship her sooner is my bestie Em who texted me one day like "do you think ao3 has a tag for sexy latin usage" and refused to elaborate.

The whole series of 1 Peter 4:8 is very good. this was before season 2 came out, and I'll just link the first fic here it's SO GOOD. Go comment and show some love to these fics, they're older so I don't think they got the attention they deserved.

golden hour is an avatrice fic HOWEVER it's set at camilith's wedding and the way ava just describes lilith as scary and whipped is truly so funny to me

And that's about all I have I think? I probably forgot something, and I'm very picky with fics to begin with so. If you think I missed something, add it in the comments!

#fic recs #camilith #sister camila #sister lilith #camlil #warrior nun fic

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darkangel1791 · 5 months ago

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Tom Cruise's Olympics Closing Ceremony Stunt Wasn't Applauded by Everyone on Social Media

Kristyn Burtt Mon, August 12, 2024

SheKnows Yahoo News

Article and my view on Tom Cruise and Scientology below

Tom Cruise gave the Closing Ceremony at the Paris Olympics a very Hollywood ending when he rappelled down from the top of Stade de France and into the crowd of athletes. It seemed like a picture-perfect ending to the European games as they handed it off to Los Angeles, that is sure to add a touch of Hollywood sparkle in 2028. However, not everyone was pleased with the A-list star’s presence.

Social media jumped into the conversation with mentions of Cruise’s controversial ties to Scientology, which is considered a cult in France. “How does Tom Cruise manage to be held in highest public esteem when he is a leading player in Scientology?!?! I don’t get it at all. Just remarkable,” one user on X questioned the 62-year-old star’s presence at the event. Another account added, “I love how America just acts like Tom Cruise isn’t like the icon of Scientology.” Then, of course, there are his issues with his ex-wives, Nicole Kidman and Katie Holmes.

The social media critic pointed out, “I’m sorry. Tom Cruise stole his adopted children from Nichole Kidman because she didn’t want anything to do with Scientology and his 2nd wife had to plan an escape from the marriage to protect her child from Scientology. THIS is who we chose to represent LA 2028 Olympics?” Even though they forgot Cruise’s first wife, Mimi Rogers, whom he did not have a family with, the point is well taken.

Still, Cruise was a huge presence during the two weeks of the Paris Games. He was seen at gymnastics events and taking selfies with fans — Cruise was doing what he does best, being a movie star. The tousle of the hair, the hop on the motorcycle with the Olympics flag — that’s all Cruise. And that moment became about him, not the athletes who spent the last two weeks competing their hearts out on the field or in the swimming pool. They didn’t seem to mind as they hugged him, grabbed video, and screamed at the mere sight of him.

And the warning was there all along. Le Parisien noted that the Church of Scientology was “more visible than ever” at the games. They built a new headquarters in April very close to the State de France and “deployed a major communication campaign during the Olympics.” The move makes Cruise’s presence seem a little more sinister because, as TMZ reported, the Closing Ceremony stunt was his idea. But we have to ask: Was it really the Church of Scientology’s idea? It makes you wonder.

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When I saw Interview with the Vampire the film (1994) I knew nothing about Tom Cruise beyond the movies he had done. In reading about him after IWTVTF I was under the impression that he was still a Roman Catholic, and I don't think I even knew what Scientology, but it wasn't considered a religion. When Going Clear was released in 2015, I had a new understanding of Scientology, and an instant change in my feeling for Tom Cruise. (Though I still love the film and I still love that Lestat, I now love 3 different Lestats).

Scientology horrified, but intrigued me and I have watched many more documentaries as well as Leah Remini's series.

I have a hate for Scientology that burns with the heat of a thousand suns, and at least 200 of those suns are my hate for Tom Cruise alone.

I have no idea why people still see his movies. I have no idea why he is still invited on talk shows/chat shows. His popularity at this point just baffles me.

So when he does shit like this, I tend to post it. If you don't want to see it block the tags scientology and tomcruisescientologist.

#tomcruisescientologist #scientology #scientology is so rich they can buy their way into anything #way to make everything about you #itsxwas apparently just a stunt for the mission impossible movie #these athletes did not give their blood sweat and tears to have the attention stolen away from them for a stupid movie full of fake stunts #so disrespectful

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notetaeker · 10 months ago

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Hi! I support palestine, financially and emotionally and out loud to people around me, but I do want to say that for a lot of people including myself seeing images of deceased human bodies, especially of children, can be a little much at times. I opened tumblr and it was the first thing that came up and I did not have a safe reaction to it. In the future could you please tag any videos with a trigger warning about dead or Deceased bodies please? It really broke me up, I'd like the ability to opt out when it becomes unsafe mentally. I know your argument if you're against it is that the Palestinian people can't "opt out", but it just becomes really hard to willingly constantly be supportive without boundaries of what you are able to see at certain points (im on mobile as I know many people are, so for me tumblr will always automatically open up to the for you page and I don't think I can change that? I don't follow this page otherwise I wouldn't bother you with this issue. Thank you!)

Hey I think you might be sending this ask to the wrong blog dklfjas

I personally also struggle with seeing images of deceased children/ bodies specifically so I try my best not to rb those and also don't post them myself. If I do post anything with blood I always add tw and cw tags

If you can let me know which post of mine was untagged I'll be glad to tag. I'll also look thru my posts just in case. If it's difficult to go to the post again, maybe you can tell me if it is something I posted or rb-ed? For future reference, maybe you can de-select autoplay for videos that might be helpful- its helpful for m. You can also block tw corpse / cw corpse / tw death if you haven't already because that's usually how I tag anything with deceased bodies in it.

Also i personally don't believe the 'Palestinians can't opt out so we must inundate ourselves with what they're seeing' rhetoric so there's no way I've ever said anything of the sort- just wanted to clarify But again if there is any specific post that I forgot to tag or smth let me know edit// I looked thru my posts and I'm guessing it's probably the video of the dad who went to buy biscuits. I noticed that it didn't have any tags. Really sorry about that- I added them now 😭 It was okay for me since the rest of the boy was covered but not everyone has the same sensitivities, which I didn't consider

#replies #anon

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opinated-user · 2 years ago

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new sankaku accounts discovered: SpiritusKhayyamAliana

the link where you can find the google drives with the screenshots, both censored and uncensored, with the pertinent warning of the content can be found here:

(the post got marked as mature so you'll have to be older to agree to see it. but even older people should listen to the warnings. don't let curiosity get the best of you. keep yourselves safe.) in the past i have gotten alert about this account but i dismissed it as a potential troll, just like the anon originally did. my biggest reason for it was that the accounts have been pretty recently created and that messages made notice that it used a feature to recieve a constant flow of content coming from specific tags. a feature like that sounded to me like someone trying to inflate the number of an account to try to make it seem more legitimate. the anon who gave the alert has their own reasoning to think this is LO's account and i agree it sounds suspcious, mostly because of that feature and because this accounts was different to any others in the sense that they actually left comments. just 20+ comments, not that many for someone who was only making them to try to smear someone else, does it? but enough to be of an user who regularly used the site and wanted to have an active participation on it. the comments themselves are bad, but if you were someone getting out of your way to try to smear someone else... they're pretty tame for that. they don't stand out as particularly offensive, they sound like the average kind of user who would like that kind of content. this same user just dissapeared from their account for three months, around the time EOT started making her videos looking into the past history of LO. this have some connection, it might have not, but it's still weird that a recently made account that was so active and invested on the site suddenly dissapeared. just like it happened with the original accounts, we can't say for absolute certain these are LO's and since those accounts have dissapeared we can't prove it either. we only have suspicions and strong coincidences that seems to indicate her involvement, plus the whole past history of LO that makes it beliveable at the very least. if you believed that the first accounts were LO's then there's no reason why these couldn't be LO as well. this is not the only other new account i have been messaged about either, this is just the only one that got something else going on. the other account is ElethynAscentia, that reached 461 favourited images between fanart of TOH and star wars. this account recently has been "deactivated" on their profile and as far i know, nobody else has talked about it. i'm not linking it directly to keep this post on the main tags, but anyone can search for it on sankaku or i can give them the link i was send to on another ask. i don't know if it's LO's and i don't have that much of a reason to believe it, but the first one was so reprehensible and disgusting already that... if it isn't or is LO it doesn't matter anymore. she can't go any lower that supporting the works she did on those old accounts. this new account doesn't change or add anything to what we didn't already know about her. if isn't her, then it isn't hers. but if if is and LO feels even just a little bit that she can't keep being a creep without any accountability, then it's worth to spread out. LO is a creep. LO is a dangerous amoral predator. that is the only reason we care about these accounts being possibly tied to her.

Edit: Brittany recieved a time ago an ask about ElethynAscentia before and i forgot about it. either way it still had less weight behind it's possible owner than the spiritus one.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is a predator #lily orchard is a creep

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moonlit-delirium · 2 months ago

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independent, selective multimuse & multifandom rp blog . penned by criim main fandoms : baldur's gate 3 , dungeons & dragons / pathfinder current active muses: yul karcsi (oc), astarion (bg3), rex (ffxiv), alfonse (ffxiv), silco (arcane)

will contain spoilers and dark / triggering / sexual content. 18+ only. duplicate , original characters , crossover friendly

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mobile rules under cut. please read prior to following/interacting. icon/graphics credits : mirza and me

hello, i'm criim ( they/them, 25+ ). i've been writing for many years now, and i'm here just to enjoy writing and exploring my original characters as well as canon ones that i've grown to love.

heads up and warning: I will be writing characters and topics that may be dark and triggering. I tend to gravitate towards characters that are not 'good' - villains, anti-heroes, etc. I will tag as needed. You may see topics come up such as unhealthy and toxic relationships, torture, gore, violence, death, among others. And with the inclusion of Astarion to my muse list, I will stress that I will not strip out any of his canonical backstory. His entire backstory includes, but not limited to, torture, mental abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, coercion, blackmail, gaslighting, slavery. All of this creates this complex character and survivor, and this dark background has affected how he interacts with the world, so I will not compromise on his story.

In light of this, please do not read / follow if you don't want to see this. Curate your space; I'm providing you with the warnings. If you don't heed it, it's on you. And as a reminder, writing does not equal endorsement (AKA ic ≠ ooc).

do not interact if you are a self insert or roleplay as real celebrities or people. I'm very uncomfortable with that. Please don't interact or follow if you participate or deal with drama. I don't want that stuff near me, I'm just here to have fun. I do not support any sort of fandom/fiction policing, and I do not wish to associate with anyone who does.

(Also, I'll be quite selective when it comes to any Cazador muses, so please understand if I don't follow back.)

in regards to shipping and interactions, I am open to shipping, but I do tend to prefer shipping with either friends or anyone listed as a main. I just want to ship with people I feel comfortable with, or with muses that my own muse has formed some sort of solid chemistry with. I prefer exploring my muses' interactions with the world over random shipping - I won't alter my character for the sake of a ship.

all the same, though, I love to plot - how do we know if our characters have chemistry without talking and plotting things? it's half the fun of writing! I'm always down for plotting, and my IMs are always open for it, though I do prefer discord. (also my IMs/discord are open to random OOC chats too!) Another thing in regards to plotting: I prefer plotted/pre-established relations over first meetings/intros. I always get stuck in how to reply to them, unless there's a huge hook.

I'm absolutely down for crossovers though - love them, and I love creating new verses just for the crossover. It's my jam, sticking my characters in different worlds!

about my activity, I am a low activity blog. I won't reply to things right away most of the time - I write based on inspiration. I do tend to reply to my mains much faster though, and becoming a main of mine is not something I request lightly. (I won't be doing any 'mains call', and I'll ask you directly if I can add you as a main.) I also like to take my time with my replies - I will often, out loud, say exactly the words I write and try to hear the character in my writing. Please, don't rush me when it comes to replies. You may ask me maybe in a week or so about it just in case I forgot, but please don't beg for me to reply to you - I'll actually lose my interest. I also won't bug you guy for replies either. I've waited for months to get a reply before, and I do not have a problem waiting.

Lastly, artwork. I am an artist, and I will end up posting art of my characters. Depending on how inspired I become, I may even do art of our RPs unprompted. Please don't reblog them (unless you have permission) as I usually crosspost them elsewhere, on my art blog.

Don't request art from me either. These artworks I post here are unprompted and usually inspired by whatever shenanigans is going on. If you really want to request art from me, head to my art blog for a commissions quotation.

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【Ｋａｒａｏｋｅ　ｎｉｇｈｔ！】

Tokyo revengers x Gn!reader Fluff and tiny angst

Warning: mild spoilers, implementation of character death

I’ve been wanting to do some karaoke w/someone but Covid :(( Also thank you to: @kyleikie and to @crown5 for giving me courage!!! ＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／

Mikey

He would tag along with you, but he probably won’t sing for most of the time :(

The reason he won’t sing is that he knows he’ll have a low score from him screaming the lyrics-

he’s a sore loser-

Though, if he's in the mood, he would try to serenade you either with his favorite song or yours! :')

"What do you mean I only got 53???" Mikey pouts at the screen, mumbling cuss words under his breath. "I- you were screaming on the mic the whole time ;-;"

When he's not singing, Mikey would just stare at you with a small smile, enjoying seeing you smile.

It was a nice change of space from the chaos he does with his gang :3

Sneakily records you singing and brags about to Emma

“See? [name] prefers spending time with me than with you!”

"Uh huh... Sorry to break it to you, but I'm actually on a call with [Name] right now making plans right now” Emma does a shooing motion to her brother.

Now… he misses your voice. Oh how he would do anything to hear you again. If only he could change the past like Takemichi... He's stuck with the criminal gang he was leading.

Baji

Believe it or not, he’ll probably hit those high notes- averages between 90-100, unlike his grades and mine

He would be the one to invite you to karaoke with Chifuyu after an exam to destress, but that rarely happens since he would go burn down cars or pick a fight ^^;

He would be so excited to sing and always ask to be the first one to sing- adorable-

He does have trouble with finding songs in the the book

"Hey do you know where's ___? What do you mean they didn't add it!?!?"

“The song was recently released dumbass”

Don't tell anyone but he remembers the songs you pick a lot when singing

Chifuyu likes to watch the chaos unroll from the two of you screeching as a form of battle... good thing he brought earplugs

You look back at the old karaoke building you used to go with your friends. Chifuyu held your hand and rubbed it in a soothing manner. Though many years have passed, both colleagues never forgot about the times they would sing until their throats were dry.

Yeah... those were the time when all of them could act like children and not part of a gang. It was fun to be in one with all the amazing people Chifuyu met, but living as a normal kid felt great.

Kazutora looked at both of you from behind, not knowing what to say. Guilt filled his heart, if only Baji was alive, maybe they could all sing together. He slowly brought both of them into a warm hug.

“I wish we could’ve sang one more time together”

“Yeah… me too, me too…”

Mitsuya

Aww, you want to bring him to do karaoke? Of course you can! He'll call his parents first<33

There would be times when his sisters would go with you guys though!

Don't worry! They are surprisingly well behave for siblings-

The little kids would do chaos when you least expect it sadly-

“What does this button do?”

“Luna! Don’t press the button!!!”

“You mean this one?”

Safe to say you and Mitsuya tried to fix the tv without getting in trouble-

The girls couldn’t get out of the house to your karaoke nights for a month-

If your regular nights ended early, you would get a taste of his fine cooking<3

Probably has an apron that says “don’t bother the chef-

Okokok- back to singing-

He has a mellow voice when he sings, the opposite of when he’s mad-

Man be hitting those high notes like no one could- Ariana who?

He likes to sing as a form to release stress.

Especially after dealing with dumbasses (affectionately)

Ring… rring…

The designer picked up the phone. And answered “Hello, this is Mitsuya Takashi, how can I help you?”

“Yoo! I was thinking about going out to go singing! Wanna join me and Draken?”

“Taka!! Let’s go sing tonight!!! It’s going to be a blast!”

' [name]? '

His heart beats faster than before he was about to answer excitedly before remembering a small detail. Right, they’re not here anymore.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

“Oh- uh- I would love to join you guys”

His lips quiver with every words that slips.

"Alright!! See you tonight!"

"yeah, see you.."

He slumped down in his chair with a hand going through his hair. A sigh left his lips before looking at the ceiling.

' Where are you [Name]? '

Tagging: @wilczachannn @aphroditesgarden @ze-maki-nin

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sexybabystevie · 2 years ago

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hi, em!! congrats on 100 followers, you deserve it, lovely!

anyway,, i wanted to request for the garden event, and use the red rose prompt for steve harrington! :)

im a poet, i absolutely love writing. i'm trying to study to become a psychiatrist. im a hopeless romantic, i love reading and watching cliche romance movies, however, i'm not a big fan of huge romantic gestures, i like to keep things casual because making situations big like that stress me out😭 anyway,, i love horror games and movies, i also love listening to music (who doesn't). im extremely sarcastic. i can also be extremely emotional. i love haribo pineapple gummy bears, its a very bad obsession. i also love hanging out with friends and i also play guitar, so i love singing and playing on said guitar.

i also totally forgot half the things i wrote last time, so i just put some new stuff, you don't have to add some parts if it helps.

again, congrats on 100 follows, have a nice day/night, take care of yourself! <3

A/n: Ela!! Thank you so much for requesting (and for resending it when it somehow got deleted)! I'm super excited to write this for you, and I really hope that you like it!! <3

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Saturday Night Sleepovers

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Best Friend!Steve Harrington, Soft!Steve Harrington, Sleepovers, Movie Nights, Confessions of Feelings, Very Casual (but Intimate) Friendship and Relationship.

Word Count: 1916

On the weekends when the typical absence of Steve Harrington's parents cause his house to feel more empty than usual – more like a facade of wealth and perfection than a welcoming home – you're the first person that he invites over for a party. These parties are nothing like what he used to throw when he was more popular; instead of filling his house with as many bodies as he can, people he had never even met before lining his halls, these gatherings are far more intimate. In fact, he's not even really sure if he can legally call these meetings 'parties' when the only two people always involved are you and him. (Sometimes Robin is invited, and sometimes a few of the kids crash at Steve's place for a few hours, endlessly talking about things that happened at school or just in their lives in general. Most of the time, though, it's only you two.)

Having been his best friend for a little over a year now, it was customary for you to get a phone call on an occasional Saturday morning, smiling to yourself as Steve tries to bribe you into coming over with the promise of some of your favorite snacks – not that he even has to do that; you would say yes in a heartbeat, regardless. You always say yes, and you always feel your heart tug a little when he tells you that he'll be on his way to pick you up in five, the smile on his face audible in his excited tone.

He honks his car horn when he pulls into your driveway – he knows he doesn't have to, knows that you've been expectantly waiting for him ever since he got off the phone with you, but he likes to see you playfully rolling your eyes as you get into the passenger seat.

That's where you are now, standing outside of his maroon BMW as you open up his back seat and put your bags into it. Usually you keep them in the floorboard with you up front, but you have more with you this time – your guitar case take up far more space than you imagined – so you waste no time in piling your things up in the space behind you.

You're quick to close the door and hop back into your seat – the only person who would ever put up a fight for it was Dustin, and sometimes you let him have it if you're feeling extra generous – buckling yourself in at rapid speed. Steve seems to notice your haste and raises his brows in your direction as he starts driving.

"Someone seems excited."

"Of course! It's not every day someone offers to buy me any and all of the snacks I could even imagine eating."

Steve chuckles at your antics and smiles smugly as he says, "You know, I don't even have to ask to know exactly what you'll end up getting."

"Yeah, because you've known since the very day we met." You look at him with a soft, playful smile, only to see those same features mirrored on himself.

"You'll buy the entire pack of Haribo gummy bears and pick out all of the pineapples because you insist that they're the best."

"Because they are!"

Steve doesn't argue back; he actually does agree with you. Ever since you walked into Scoops Ahoy and asked for an ice cream cone with gummy bears on the side – 'Would it be too much to ask for only the light yellow ones?' you had said – he had known that you were someone he wanted to keep around. Plus, you'd given him a few of them before, and he did get it. They were definitely the best out of the flavors given.

Instead, he just laughs, admiring the matter-of-factly way that you cross your arms and stare at him.

"And, as always, you'll say that you'll eat the other flavors too, but then you'll "forget" and I'll have to eat the rest."

You only roll your eyes and smirk at him in response.

"As if you don't devour them all in minutes and then thank me for not eating them under your breath."

Some more friendly banter follows through, as it always does with the two of you, and before long, you're carrying grocery bags into the large front door of Steve Harrington's house. You work together to put away the things that you aren't planning on eating right away, and then you're flopping right onto his couch with your bowl full of dissected gummy bears.

Steve walks into the room after you, arms full of various movies that he lays onto the coffee table before you.

"So, I wasn't sure if you were in more of a 'scare-your-socks-off' horror mood or a 'let's-pine-for-the-relationship-these-two-have' romance mood," he says, spreading out each tape and letting you read the titles that he totally didn't break work protocol to get for you.

Two horror movies – Poltergeist and A Nightmare on Elm Street – and two romance movies – Dirty Dancing and Sixteen Candles – are what he's chosen. You know you'll have plenty of time to watch them both today and tomorrow – you always spend the Sundays after your sleepovers lounging around his place for as long as you can, relishing in every mere moment that you have with him – so you close your eyes and randomly pick one to get your marathon started.

"Sixteen Candles it is," you say, handing the movie to your best friend so that he can go place it in the player.

Steve does so quickly, pressing the tape into the machine and rushing to his place next to you on the couch, as if he's going to miss something crucial in the first fifteen seconds of the movie. You giggle to yourself, finding his urgent and serious expression oddly adorable. Your chest feels a little tighter, softly compressed as your heart seems to speed up its beating, but you try not to pay it any mind.

You and Steve were close, and sometimes you almost verged into something that was slightly outside the realm of what best friends were known for doing. However, despite your absolute adoration for the flashy romance movies you watch, you would rather not experience something like that in reality. Making things so suddenly serious was scary, and you preferred to keep things the way they were, with you and Steve being each other's go-to people.

The movie begins and Steve's arm slings over your shoulders like it always does, fingers softly rubbing little random shapes into the skin right at the edge of your t-shirt sleeve. You scoot nearer to him, head resting softly against his chest as you face the TV and keep your attention on the events happening on screen. The warmth from his body radiates into yours, like your own personal heater, and you can vaguely feel the steady beating of his heart against your cheek.

The movie progresses with you resting against Steve, your supply of pineapple gummy bears slowly diminising as you pop them into your mouth every few mintutes. Occasionally you take one and lift it blindly up to his mouth, without bothering to look away from the TV. If you ever misplace it, hand ending up nowhere near his lips, he never says anything about it.

It seems like it's all too soon before the end credits are rolling and you and Steve are lazily standing up, backs and knees popping from your prolonged positions. After stretching, you sniffle a little and he's turning towards you with lightning speed.

His eyes are filled to the brim with concern until you jokingly swat at his arm, almost giggling again.

"Come on, you know how these movies can make me kind of emotional!"

Steve laughs – surprisingly more loudly than normal – and it rings throughout your brain for as long as you can keep it there, absently thinking that you wished you could hear such a genuine and carefree noise from him forever.

Except you must not be too aware of yourself, because the way Steve's eyes widen softly tells you that you might not have said that inside your head like you thought you had.

Minutes of an awkward silence follow, and you're really wishing that you had managed to keep quiet. The longer everything is noiseless, the more you want to say something to try and make it seem like anything except for what it was.

Meanwhile, Steve has your words bouncing around inside of his mind like the VHS logo that slides across the TV screen. 'I wish I could hear you laugh like that forever...' He's frozen in place, caught completely off guard by your admission, and while he knows that it very well could mean something else, that maybe you just mean it in a really friendly way, he can't help but hope that you mean it in the way it sounds.

After several long moments, he finally looks down at you with rose-dusted cheeks, softened brown eyes, and with his lips broken out into a bashful, hopeful grin.

"You could, you know," he says softly, gaze focused directly on you. "If you wanted to, of course. If... if that's what you meant."

You feel a lump of anxiety forming in your throat, and it's as if Steve can somehow tell that you're beginning to grow nervous at the prospect of things changing so drastically and abruptly.

"Nothing has to change!" he quickly says, hands lifted palm-up between the two of you as some sort of truce. "It can, if you want it to, but even then it won't change much. I mean, we're already pretty close. We don't have to rush anything, though. I guess that's what I'm trying to say?"

Steve's onslaught of nerves has you chuckling – you can't help it; he's so genuinely concerned about you but also so genuinely dopey that it has you giggling against your will – and at the sound of your own laugh, he gives in to the temptation and joins in.

As you listen to your shared laughter, you realize that he's right – nothing is really changing that much between you two – and you take both of his still uplifted hands into your own. You intertwine your fingers together, mirrored looks of adoration on both you and Steve, and while this is a bit of a newer feeling –the heat from his palms bleeding into your own – you do enjoy it.

The rest of the night follows as it would normally; you watch another movie together – horror this time, to balance it out – and you let Steve squeeze your hand whenever a jump scare pops onto the screen. (Don't tell anyone though, because he will adamantly deny that such a thing ever happened. Steve Harrington, afraid of horror movies? No way!)

Then, you read him some of your newest poetry, to which he always is a little lost, but is nonetheless enthusiastic. Even if you have to explain the meaning behind every line, he'll sit through it just so he can be properly proud of you.

Finally, the night ends with you playing your guitar, the quietude of the Harrington household filled with you – your voice and your guitar – something that makes Steve feel like he's found his home – the real one. He drifts off to the sound of one of the songs that you know is his favorite to hear you play, and you follow suit soon after.

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Dirty little Secret [M]

Pairing: CEO! Jimin x Secretary & Personal Assistant! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 8.9k

Genre: tiny bit of Fluff; Smut/PwP (employer & employee to lovers/collagues2lovers)

Warnings: dirty Language & dirty Talk; cursing; usage of sextoys at workplace; usage of a remote-controlled buttplug vibrator; masturbation at workplace (not really); exhibitionism-kink; kink for getting caught red-handed (kinda); kink for getting formal addressed while sex (= Mr. Park); talk about consent/safeword & safesignal; rough making-out session; marking & biting; nippleplay; dry-humping; some assplay with the vibrator; petnames; praising; verbal degradation; edging; pussy-exhibitionism (Jimin wants the reader to spread her folds apart);oral (fem. recieving); double-penetration; some clit-slapping/pinching as a punishment (the reader is kinda bratty); multiple orgasm; slight overstimulation; Mr. Park has a big fat cock; sex on the office desk; protected vaginal sex. (Jesus Christ, I hope I didn't forgot to add a tag! 🥵🥵)

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him...

Status: roughly edited (I am sorry for any typos/mistakes! English isn’t my first language. 🤧)

A/N: Well... what should I say? This idea here was planned as a 1k drabble and now turned out to be the longest story I've written until now! Everything started with a headcanon between @breadoffoxy and me, which bases on the concept photos of butter bc he looks sooooo much like a CEO! in that damn grey suit! Thank you so much, Foxy! For chatting about all our headcanons, supporting me so much and being such a great friend 💕💕 I hope I've ruined you thoroughly with this story! 😏😘

Feedback/Reviews is very appreciated! 🥺💕

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Sometimes you wonder if you've gone completely crazy and don't have any grasp of decency or certain morals at all anymore.

As if you need to ensure, that it's still there, you clench around the silicone buttplug vibrator deliberately. Yes, the turned-off vibrator remains silent (until now) shifts slightly between your ass cheeks, thanks to your squeeze. The toy, that shouldn't even exist in this kind of enviroment, sits defintely in the right place where it's supposed to be and causes an exited shiver to run down your spine. God, you're so dirty.

You're gnawing nervously on your lower lip while your eyes scan your small anterroom, your Boss' office and even the corridor, that leads to both previous listed rooms, as well. You simply can't help yourself, you need to make thorougly sure that not a single person is even close to your workplace.

Nobody needs to tell you that your behaviour is ridiculous. There are only two people who has their own workspaces on this floor, the first one is your Boss and the second person are you, his personal assistant and secretary. The CEO of this company, Park Jimin, is attending a business meeting over the whole day in an other company today however, which means you're the only employee on this entire floor.

Your work rooms are at the very end of the hallway, the other rooms beforehand are getting just occasional used, for example the big lounge space or the enormous meeting room. When it happens that someone else than you two actually enters this floor, they need to get registered at the reception in the entrance hall in the first floor and the receptionist has to call and inform you anyway.

In conclusion, your nervousness and fear of getting caught is completely unfounded.

You don't even know exactly why you're suddenly such a scaredy-cat, it's not like as if you didn't already done something similar to this in the previous weeks. Yes, you have to admit that you've already gone to work with love balls in your pussy and a buttplug up your ass as well, it's roughly just a week ago. Maybe today is a little different because this toy is able to make noises, the potential of getting caughed increased clearly.

It's more surprising that you're still working with a (most of the time) straight face as if never something had happened and didn't quit out of mortification yet because you couldn't look Jimin, your charming and handsome looking Boss, in the face anymore.

Why are you even doing this? Honestly, you don't even know it yourself.

Maybe because the thrill of possibly getting caughted is getting you off to a level, that you simply couldn't resist the thought even longer.

Maybe, if you'd be honest with yourself for at least once, you might even wish deep, deep down that you'd actually get caught by someone, preferably by your boss Mr. Park... God, you really need to stop dreaming about things that won't happen in any possible way! Your last relationship was about two years ago and your incredible high sex drive couldn't get satisfied exclusively at home either, so you had to 'expand your activities' to not going completely insane.

You would be a liar if you deny that you already fantasized about it half a year ago. So this crazy idea didn't came not 'out of nowhere' so far. Until now you rely all your hope of evading a dismissal (caused by your incomprehensible and immoral behaviour on your workplace) on your ridiculously meticulous precautions.

May the luck be with you.

After wasting ten minutes in eavesdropping for any non-existent human noises nearby, you slowly relax into your revolving chair and grab the promising remote-control out of your purse. A pretty quiet, muffled buzzing fills the silent room and even though that you're aware of every upcoming action, it still caught your ass a little off-guard and clenches even harder around the toy than it did before. A tiny pant flees over your lips, which makes you look down in a bashful smile.

"God dammit, get yourself together", you mumble breathlessly to yourself. You need to be able to keep your usual posture nevertheless, even though you're alone. Just in case.

Another ten minutes went by until you calmed down and made yourself see some sense again. Now, you could finally start to go through the the pile of papers Jimin left on your desk this morning, together with a clarifying note on them.

The morning proceeded to go by as intended, without any unplanned occurrence. You completely relaxed into your chair and all your attention is soon dedicated to the open files in front of you. The vibrator keep buzzing quietly in your cute little asshole, you change the setting only from time to time. Sometimes, a little amused smile plays around the corners of your lips. In those moments you think about how much the vibrating plug actually 'calms your nerves' and keeps with the included stimulation your hungry libido at bay. You're pretty surprised as you realize, how many of your assigned tasks you've already done this morning as your phone reminds you of your lunch break. Well, it seems like as if the Buttplug helps you to keep your full attention on your papers and increases your work performance. That's nothing to complain about, it kinda gives you the impression that there are only advantages of wearing sex toys to work.

You use your lunch break to eat something, checking your phone if you received some personal messages and lastly, to use the restroom to check on your plug. It's almost a routine already, to take the anal toys out and reapply some more lube to keep the toy smooth and the continued wear of the plug painless.

Today is a good day, you finished all the papers and filled the finances tables, which Jimin needs to be ready for the upcoming meetings in the next few days. Now you can work on the less important files that had been set aside for a while.

Hopefully Jimin will notice how much you've done today... It's not like that Mr. Park gives you barely appreciation for all the hard work you're doing, he compliments you and let you know that you're often the person who actually keeps everything running in the company. Sometimes he even says that he'd be absolute nothing without you and that you're the perfect assistent he ever wanted and needed. But whenever he says things like this and looks you with such honest appreciation in the eyes, you can't tame the wild butterflies of happiness and adoration in your stomach anymore. Then you want to hear it again and again, it's never enough!

Yeah, maybe you developed more than just a tiny crush on your Boss. Yep, you absolutely can't help yourself anymore.

You're so lost in your work that you didn't heard the foot steps coming down the hallway and before you can cover your little dirty secret up by turning to vibration off, none other than Mr. Park opens the door to your office.

"Ah, hello my dear Miss Y/L/N! I hope you had a good morning, the meeting today ended earlier than expected..."

As much as you want to, you can't keep track on the words he is saying, too mesmerized are you by the outfit he's wearing today.

Fuck, he looks so incredibly attractive and sexy in this grey suit and his thinly dark-blue and white striped tie. According to the big, square yellow-toned sunglasses which sits on his nose, he drove himself to that meeting. You don't even dare to imagine how hot he must look when his hand lays on top of the gear shift and he wears a serious gaze on his face, his full attention on the traffic in front of him. Maybe he'd even clenches his jaw or curse sometimes if-

"Miss Y/N, I think your phone is buzzing, why don't you accept the call? Your phone doesn't ring usually at all, maybe it's an emergency! Go ahead, I don't mind that you're still in your work shift.", Mr. Park pulls you out of your inacceptable daydreams. If this isn't even embarrassing enough that you checked him out totally apparent almost drooling, now he's pointing out a non-existent phone call.

Not your phone us buzzing. It's the vibrating buttplug, that's shoved up your greedy ass. You never wanted so bad in your life that the floor under your feet suddenly opens up into a big, black hole and swallows you whole.

It seems like that your Boss slowly realizes too that the buzzing couldn't come possibly from your phone. Jimin knits his well defined brows together in confusion, why don't you dare to look him in the eyes anymore and why screams your body posture that you're ashamed, almost mortified about something all out of the sudden? Then his gaze falls down onto your desk where you phone lays with the display visible. It's completely dark in his usual stand-by modus, without any notification that someone is calling you right now. This confuses him even more.

Then his eyes stops at the remote-control right next to your phone. It's looks unexpectedly familiar which startles him even more. He can't figure out right away of what this remote control reminds him but the longer he looks at the white, ergonomic shaped object the more clear gets the imagine of this memory.

He owns the same model of the remote-control. In navy blue.

...and that controller belongs to a silicone buttplug-vibrator.

That means... his cute, lovely and hard-working secretary wears a vibrating buttplug in her ass while she's at work and allows herself to be lulled into a false sense of security because he said he'll be away the whole day.

How naughty.

All the previous confusion is washed away from Jimin's face within seconds and sly smirk appears on your Boss' lips. Without any hesitation he grabs the remote-control from your desk and turns the constant vibration off. At least for now.

"Miss Y/L/N... I didn't know you'd be that kind of person who wears sex toys to work. I thought, based on your timid and reserved behaviour... you'd be more private with those kind of things.", says Mr. Park and raise one of his awfully defined eyebrow questionly at you.

It surprises you, he doesn't seem to be visibly mad at you... he looks rather amused and curious for your explaination. Well, your guess is just based at the slight curl of the corner of his mouth. Maybe you misinterpret everything and today is your last official working day before you get fired.

He is so kind and do not force even more pressure at you by asking more questions, gives you some time to get yourself together to explain yourself. Honestly, you're confused why there is not really any judgement in his brown eyes. Why does he seems to be so understanding if he's gonna fire your disgusting ass anyway?

"U-Uhm... well, there you are asking a really good question, Mr. Park... I-I am very aware of the fact that my behaviour is absolutely inacceptable and honestly, I don't have any legitimate reason w-why I did this today. I was unprofessional and naïve to think, nobody is going to find out about this incident. I took advantages of your absence. I-I am so sorry to dissapoint you and your expectations in me... if you'd like to agree, I'd like to quit. I've overstepped our boundaries incorrigible and our relationship as employer and employee, and as colleagues as well wouldn't be the same anymore. I'd like to advoid to become an additional bother for you and your company. I hope my reasons are... understandable."

As those words are coming out of your mouth, you have to use all your emotional strength to not burst out into tears in front of him. You shouldn't be this dramatic, you did all this shit to yourself. He has all rights to fire you now and you should take it as professional as possible.

Jimin is a little taken aback by the seriousness in your voice and how you view your actions so self-reflective. He appreciates that thoroughly.

The room fells silent as your Boss picks his following words carefully.

"Honestly I would have been dissapointed in you if I'd have witnessed that it would distract you from your tasks but as I can see by all the organized pile of folders and printed tables... It really seems to increase your working performance. If you don't mind me to mention it... I've already recognized in the last few weeks that you're able to work even faster than usually. Well, if you allow me to draw a connection between those two occasions... could it be that you already wore sex toys at work before I caught you red-handed today. Am I right?"

You gulp harshly, your throat is terribly dry. Why does his statement sounds like as if he's not really mad at you and pointing out your increased work performance but his questions gives you the feeling of being in a interrogation nevertheless? You're the culprit of this whole, messed up misery so you don't dare to question him.

"Yes. I did. Since the last three weeks.", you say plainly in a hoarse voice. You told Mr. Park already everything what is there to say. What else should you explain? What kind of toys you used the previous weeks? Neither you want to embarrass yourself even more nor do you think that Jimin wants to know those private details about his employee.

Mr. Park takes a deep breath and lets an audible sigh out.

"I See."

There is a slight rasp in his voice before he turns politely out of your direction to clear this throat. Afterwards he loosens up his tight tie and adjusting his pants. Your heart speeds up, you don't know why, maybe you're just simply overreacting but he looks kinda stressed all out of the sudden. Jimin is clenching his jaw and he moves his sunglasses up into his hair before he pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he is more upset than you thought he'd be?

Yeah, Jimin is indeed not as relaxed as he was five minutes ago. The reason for his changed behaviour lies underneath his belt... suddenly he has a growing problem in his pants thanks to your confirmation.

It's hard for him to believe that his gorgeous and beloved secretary lady with which he slowly fell in love with actually wore toys in her pussy or ass and pretended like as if nothing had happened.

The thought alone that you wore god knows what things while you sat next to him and discussed the financial developtment of the newest product... The fact that you're still wearing a sex toy!

Oh God, he cannot get a fucking boner right now, no matter how exiting all upcoming possibilities in his head may be, he simply can't mortify his poor assistent even more.

As horny he may be, he has some human decenty and won't take any advantages of your vulnerable state. ... at least not without your clear consent.

"First of all, I'll not fire you."

His words startles you, your head shoot up within a second and you look at him in pure disbelief. What did he just said?!

"I-I do not understand, Mr. Park."

A fond smiles spreads on your Boss' lips. Nope, he could never fire you, you're too precious and hard-working, not even after that (beyond belief) unprofessional incident that just happened today. Well, maybe he just makes unprofessional decisions himself ever since he laid an eye on you. He simply couldn't let you go (until you personally want to), especially not after he discovered what naughty things you so in his building.

"As I stated previously, your... 'actions' didn't affected your work performance in any negative way, it's actually the contrary. So why should I dismiss you?", Mr. Park explain his decision with a light chuckle and gives you an encouraging wink.

You look at him with eyes almost the size of a plate, completely flabberghasted and stuttering nonsense until no words are coming out of your throat anymore. Soon the room falls into a thick and uncomfortable silence which is eating both of you inside out.

Jimin is trying to think about some joke to loosen up the tense mood and make you laugh or at least to elict a tiny giggle, he hates to see you in this awfully ashamed state. Something what he hasn't thought through properly are the next words coming out of your mouth.

"Well, maybe you should refrain from using those toys here at work to secure you from another embarrassing incident. Not because of me, I don't mind it at all but maybe because of the public business. You could use me as a replacement instead in your lunch-break. After all, we want to keep your work-performance up, wouldn't we?", he suggests jokingly without any second thought.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the hell did he said this, that stupid comment makes the whole situation even more worse. If that's even possible. Yes, it does.

"Excuse me?"

Your whole body freezes up at his words and you almost choke at your own saliva. Countless paradox things happens in your brain at the same time. On one hand you can't even form one clear thought and on the other hand, your mind seems to run a thirty-miles-marathon, thousands different ideas are shooting through your head without getting a grasp on them.

What does his statement mean with 'you can use me as an replacement'? He's not really suggesting, that you can use his dick 'as a replacement' for the toys and you both could fuck in his office?!

"Oh my God Miss Y/L/N, I spoke without thinking about the words that came out of my mouth, I didn't mean to say something like this! I apologize for this lewd comment I made.", interrupt Mr. Park your non-stopping train of thoughts hastily. Now he's the one who's eyes can't meet yours and runs his right hand nervously through his blonde hair.

"But even when you didn't mean to speak these words out loud, did you mean it? Would you... would you actually offer me your cock as a replacement, would you fuck me? For real?"

Wow. What the fuck. Since when did you became so bold?! You have absolutely no idea where that came from and that you even dared to take those vulgar words into your mouth in front of your boss. The only thing you can think of right now is, that you need to know his honest opinion. Well, the concept of this offer couldn't came out of nowhere, right?

Here and now is your boss the one, who stands there with his mouth hanging open, completely dumbfounded and can't find any possibly useful phrases. Jimin closes his eyes for a second and takes one last deep breath while running one of his hands through his messed up hair once again. It's a habit of his, he can't leave his hair alone whenever he's stressed or nervous.

Now or never, he has to man up for the offer he gave you. Even when he said it jokingly, deep down he knows that he meant it.

Besides that... maybe this fucked-up situation would actually lead you two somewhere? He hopes that he's not completely stupid and gets everything wrong... but your statement sounded more like a counter-question to him, to make sure that you understood him correctly. If you'd be outraged about his suggestion, then you'd have already gotten up, possibly gave him a hard slap on the face and left the room. Probably on your way to the next police station and report him for sexual assault at the workplace. Nothing of that happened until now. Maybe you'd not be opposed of his rather risqué offer?

"You know, I said this to joke around but I meant it with all my honesty. Miss Y/L/N, you're an incredibly attractive lady, with a remarkable personality and with exceedingly ambitions. I'd be a liar if I'd tell you that I didn't recognized that... and that I had some not-safe-for-work fantasies where you played the main character. I am genuinely interested in you, Miss Y/L/N. And with that, I mean not only sexually, I am interested in you as a person as well.", Jimin forced out in a raspy voice, gnawing at his lower lip and rubbing his neck almost aggressively thanks all the tension and nervousness.

Even though he feels more ready to jump out of the window at the 36th floor, he locks eyes with you.

You cannot look away from his Chocolate brown eyes, your breath speeds up and comes out with a slight tremble. Did he really said that what you think you heard or are your ears playing a bad prank?

Your lips are terribly dry so you can't withstand the urge to wet them with your tongue. Jimin's pierced gaze falls instantly to your lips and follows every move of your tongue. He presses his lips together into a thin line and clench his jaw once more at this tempting sight. Your Boss is visibly affected by your actions, he couldn't deny it even if he wants to.

You cross your legs in the naïve hope that it would stop your pussy from leaking so much arousal, soaking through your thin panties almost entirely. Your asshole simply cannot stop clenching around the silent vibrator out of nerve-wracking exitement what might follows next.

Fuck, you've never thought that this would actually happen and that your dirtiest dream could become true. And now, on an early wednesday afternoon, here you are.

"Honestly I'd be a liar too if I'd say I wore these toys without any ulterior motives... in my own filthy daydreams I actually hoped that you'd catch me red-handed with them and chastize me for my naughty behaviour. Bending me over the next flat surface and stuffing my greedy holes with your cock. Using the vibrators against me, fucking me, until my starved libido is satisfied for at least a while. ...what about you? What kind of 'NSFW-ish' fantasies did you had about me, Mr. Park?"

You giggle slightly and tilt your head non-chalantly to a side, offering him a one-sided smirk as those provoking words left your lips.

Your words and your smirk drives him almost insane. Jimin can't deny that the combination of dirty words and the formal form of address does something to him. He can already hear you calling him by his last name while he's pounding that pussy mercilessly. A deep groan erupts Jimin's throat at this thought, he looks quickly down at himself and sees that his painfully hard cock already formed a more than visible outline in his dress pants. He can't withstand your suble teasing anymore, he needs to have you. Right here, right now.

"You finished all the files and finance tables that I need for the next day... why shouldn't we use the remaining time of your shift to let some of those dirty thoughts come true? In my opinion that would be a great reward for your diligent work and I can take from your previous words that this was your ultimate goal in general. Why won't you hop onto your desk and let me explore your entchanting body a little further?", Jimin teases back as he rounds your desk and looks up and down at you with a dark hungry gaze.

You barely sit on top of your desk as Jimin already parts your legs impatiently to place himself between them and takes your face into both hands. Suddenly his facial features softens and an affectionate smile spreads over his plush lips.

"You sure that you want all of this? You don't feel pressured into anything that's coming next? We can stop anytime you want to, okay? Your well-being is the most important thing for me.", he wispers against your lips with a serious look in his eyes, making sure that this whole upcoming session has your consent. It makes you smile in adoration, appreciating his attentiveness so incredibly much.

"Yes, I want you so bad. Safeword is Papaya and Safesignal is tapping you three times, okay?", you respond and gives him a sweet peck onto his nose.

"Very good. Such a good girl, even thinking about Safewords and Signals."

Then everything happens so quickly and at the same time. Lips are crashing eagerly against each other and greedy hands are roaming restlessly over the other persons body.

Open mouthed, sloppy kisses getting exchanged and your tongues are soon entangled. Swirling around and exploring the new territory, sucking on the tips of each others tongues until a string of saliva connects both of your bodies.

It leaves you shuddering to feel all those hard, defined muscles of his chest move underneath your fingertips. Only this god forsaken dress shirt prevents you to see his lucious torso in all its glory. You tug desperately at the expensive linen-fabric, if you wouldn't be so greedy and impatient you'd be actually able to pop these stupid buttons open.

"Fuck, if already your kisses taste so fucking sweet then I'd bet that those pussy lips down there just has to taste even sweeter...", groans Jimin into your ear even though it looks like as if he's talking more to himself and is making a mental note to get a little taste of pussy today as well.

He leaves a path of kisses behind himself as he moves lower to your collarbone, making sure that he left some very visible hickeys to mark you as his own.

Just the thought of that makes you whimper into his mouth and countless muffled mewls ensues shortly afterwards as he found their way onto your covered boobs. He's palming them rather roughly with his big hands but you doesn't mind his manhanding at all, you enjoy the harsh, desperate treatment. It makes him growl in frustration as he feels your stiff nipples underneath his palms. Big thanks to your morning self that you chose a simple lace-bra without any cups to cover up.

"I can't slow down right now, I need to see your pretty tits."

With these words pulls firmly at your blouse which is tucked into the waistband of your skirt and shove it up to your shoulders without any second thought.

"Fucking hell, what a shame that you had hide those gorgeous boobs away from me... well, until now.", he sighs quietly.

As you look down at him, an amused giggle finds their way over your lips and you let your left hand run through his soft, silky hair. Jimin must lost his sunglasses somewhere through the make-out process.

He surveys your boobs with a look as if he's a starved man and is about to eat you alive. You grab both of your bra-straps with your hands and lower the last piece of fabric so he has an unrestricted view at your bare breasts, your nipples literally begging at him to give them some attention.

"Here you go, Jimin... take what you want, I'm yours~", you encourage him in a sweet voice and arch your back, shoving your tits almost right into his face.

You certainly didn't expect Jimin to take it literally and eat your body up alive, the way he's determined to leave over a dozen hickeys (minimum) all over the swell of your boobs and abusing your nipples with his mouth up to the point where you are squirming and crying in desperation underneath him.

You thought he'd gave you a small break to make sure you're not really hyperventilating but no,

your Boss doesn't waste any time and slides both of his hands underneath your skirt to grasp your ass cheeks firmly until he elicts high-pitched moan out of your throat.

"Aha, there is your little naughty toy, Baby..."

His newfound nickname for you sends an arousing tingle down your spine and feeds the growing ball of lust in the pit of your lower abdomen. Another pathetic whine flees just a few seconds later over your lips when he spreads your asscheeks apart just to squish them together, so the toy moves nicely around you.

"Do you like that, Y/N? I think you'd like it even more if your stretched rim would get some stimulation from the vibrations, hm?"

Before your mushed brain is even able to understand what he said, Jimin takes the remote-control out of the pocket of his pants and turned the vibrations halfway up.

You squeak in surprise and whimper into Jimin's neck, the vibrations feels so intense right now. It's too much but still not enough to satisfy you.

Your hips starts moving by themself, grinding down onto the desk to intensify the stimulation at the base of the vibrator.

Jimin curses under his breath at this erotic sight in front of him, bruised boobs jiggling in the same rythm as you grind down and without even noticing, he's rocking his own hips into your aching pussy.

His clothed bulge rubs all over your swollen folds and clit, dry humping your cunt with his dick. Your arms begin to protest, not able to hold your entire bodyweight up anymore so you let your upper body fell back onto the left free space of the desk.

"Fuck Jimin, I need more! I've been on edge since the whole morning... I need something, I don't care what it is, I just need more stimulation!", you sob while rutting your hips eagerly in a pretty sluttish behaviour against his clothed boner. You've soaked through your panties, the wet patch on Jimin's bulge is proof enough.

Your Boss is mesmerized by the sex-demon he has unleashed in you. His polite and reserved Secretary is long gone, now he has primal, sex-driven succubus, who's begging to get fucked, laid out in front of him. How in Gods name can you become even hotter and sexier? That's insane?!

"If you'd stop fucking yourself onto my clothed boner for at least a second, I'd have a change to get your panties off", chuckles Jimin and gives you a demanding slap on your naked thigh.

You may be whining which is caused by the loss of friction but you still your hips as Mr. Park told you so.

"Such a good Girl, Y/N.", he praises you as soon as he holds your pair of panties in his hand. The feeling of the wet fabric underneath his fingertips alone makes his cock twitch in his cage. He has to wait nevertheless, Jimin has to take care of his needy Secretary firstly.

"I guess that you own enough pairs of panties, so it wouldn't hurt if I keep this thoroughly soaking one and take it home, right?", your Boss informs you with a filthy smirk and shoves the tiny piece of arousal drenched cloth into his pocket. He will defintely have some fun with this soiled panties tonight.

In this moment you couldn't care less that you won't have your panties anymore when it's time to go home, now you only care about if your pussy and ass will get some more attention anytime soon!

"Please, Mr. Park... please hurry up! I can feel my juices dripping down to my asshole!", you complain and spread your thighs even more, looking up to Jimin with pleading eyes.

"Oh Baby, you're so impatient. Seems like I have to train you a little more in the future until you've learned the worth of waiting. Now come, grab the undersides of your thighs and press your legs up to your chest. Yeees, exactly like that! Very good."

Your breath quickens, you feel awfully exposed under his hungry and lustdrunken gaze but being this bare and vulnerable sends another wave of pleasure to your lower regions. Your pussy clenches around nothing as the thought, that you both forgot to lock the door and someone could burst in the room anytime, crosses your mind. It doesn't scare you, it just exites you even more. Maybe you should finally admit to yourself that you're a slut for exhibitionism...

Fuck, if he won't pay enough attention to his own cock to control himself, Jimin would cum untouched in his pants like a 15 year old teenager just from the sight of your bare, glistening cunt.

Without leaving your pussy out of his eyes, he grabs behind himself and pulls your chair into the back of his knees and let himself fall into the seat. He pushes himself forward and pulls your ass to the edge of the wooden board until he's close-up with your delicious folds.

"Babygirl, don't be shy and give me a hand down here. Show your Boss your little sexy treasure and spread those swollen pussy lips for me so I can see all your delicacies~", wispers Jimin against your clit in a bittersweet sing-sang voice.

His breath and his request leaves you trembling in pure need, you don't own any shame in the fibres of your body anymore and reach down between your legs without hesitation.

"Here, Mr. Park. Please look at my bare, exposed pussy in all details. Do you see how my clit twitches in need and how my pussy hole clench around nothing? Do you see how badly it needs to get stuffed by a fat cock like yours?", you whimper and move your V-spreaded fingers up and down, alongside to your clit to get some kind of friction.

Your Boss growls at your teasing words and decides for action over words. Without any other warning he dives right into your pussy, pushing your thighs with his own hands even more up to your chest and make you scream so loudly, that you could probably hear it down the hallway.

Jimin literally feasts at your cunt, slurping all of your juices greedily up and sucks gently his way down at your outer lips and leaves you crying out for more. Sadly he won't listen to your pleads, rather moves on in his own pace and test your patience with torturous slow tongue strokes.

Here some licking, there some nipping and sucking some love marks on the insides of your thighs from times to time.

Slowly you realize on what kind of edging Sadist you laid your hands on, you don't dare to think about what other things he could do to you. It drives you insane that Jimin doesn't pay just one single second of attention to your clit, leaving your swollen pearl completely neglected from all the caresses.

Your whole body is quivering and out of nothing a sobbed yell is filling the quiet room. Jimin, this bastard didn't give you any warning that he'd turn the vibrator on the highest level. Your rim is clenching around the plug as if your life depends on it and your untouched clit is throbbing in despair.

"Jimin- Mr. Park, I beg you... please, please let me- make me cum! I am so close, I can't take anymore teasing!", you snivel while big tears are rolling down your cheeks. If you just knew that your Boss is the personification of devil...

"You're already that close to your orgasm? I barely touched your pussy until now... such a sensitive slut you are. If you can't take edging then you have to take overstimulation.", states Jimin with a sadistic smirk and gives your clit a few spanks.

You didn't thought that slapping your clit would feel this good, maybe you just imagine that it feels that way because your pearl gets finally touched. Jimin pinches your sensitive boundle of nerves mercilessly between his thumb and index-finger and you can't stop howling out for more and rutting your hips up into his face.

After some time he leaves your tortured clit alone and lets his hand moves down to your ass, fingers around the base of the vibrating plug.

"Relax your ass for me, Babygirl. Gonna fuck that asshole with this plug while I continue to eat you out. I want you to cover and soil me in your juices."

Your previously closed eyes are within a fraction if a second wide open and a silent scream flees out of the back of your throat, taking your soul with it. This is insane, this man between your knees is completely insane! As crazy it might be, you still love everything of it and you'll take all of the things he gives to you.

A satisfied and appreciation hum comes from inbetween your legs, it seems like as if your ass has already some experience with this procedure. If you play often with your ass when you're at home? Do you drill a big dildo into your stretched asshole and finger your pussy at the same time? Jimin decides to ask you that later.

Your wrinkled entrance shows barely any resistance when he pulls the toy out and push it right back into its place again, swallowing the whole thing effortless.

With a devilish smirk on his face Jimin focus his full attention back on your clit and sucks it right between his sinful lips. His fast tongue toys pitiless with your engorged pearl, sending endless waves of electric shocks through your veins. But sometimes he can't resist the urge to tease you a little more and pulls the vibrator out to circle your puffy rim which is clenching hungrily for the plug.

You're so close, so incredibly close but whenever you think you're about to reach your climax, Jimin pulls away and fucks your hole with his tongue. He only shows you some mercy when you pulls so roughly at his hair that he thinks you might rip him a bundle of hair out of his scalp.

It doesn't takes you long at this point, three intense sucks at your clit are enough to make you see the stars and all possible colours of the sky. Your chest heaves up and down quickly, trying to get some urgently needed oxygen into your burning lungs. A pained whine finds their way out inbetween your breaths, the buzzing vibrations lets your ass cramps up in overstimulation. Jimin is fast to understand you without any words, grabbing the remote-control and turning the vibrations off, then discards the toy completely from your quivering body.

"Fuck, that was absolutely..."

"wild? Insane? Sex-tape-ready?", chuckles Jimin equally breathless and offers you various options to finish your sentence.

"Honestly, all of that. Fuck, that was so good, Jimin. Since two years nobody else exept myself gave me an orgasm in general and not even I could make me cum in that level of intensity!", you voice out loud and give him an almost shy smile.

Jimin is a little taken aback by your confession, you've been single since two years? He could have you since two fucking years?!

"I am glad to hear that I did such a good job, Princess. Besides that, I think we have plenty of time now to make up for that long period of your sex-abstinence. ...not to ruin the post-orgasm bliss but I am seriously afraid that my dick might fell off soon if I can't fuck you in the next five minutes...", answers Mr. Park you with sheepish smile and scratch his neck.

Your eyes widens in shock at the realisation that he hold himself back the whole time while he pleased your greedy body and that his cock still waits impatiently to get finally freed.

"Oh God, oh God, yes! Let me help you to open your pants!", you shout and fumble at his belt buckle in hectic. It only takes you a moment to free him from his suitpants and the precum-stained boxerbriefs until you hold the Definition of a beautiful cock in your hands.

Jimin is neither too short or too long, he's sporting a dick in an average size but with an impressive girth. He has indeed the fat cock you've talked about and it makes you drool just from the sight. Aside from that, on top of his length sits an angry red and leaking mushroom-shaped cockhead and seems to yell at you to take care of him.

"Fuck, Mr Park... you own a really delicious looking cock... what would I give to have a chance to wrap my lips around him and let you fuck my throat until I choke...", you praise him with an approving smirk and give him a little wink.

Jimin groans at your words, rubbing a hand through his face and shoots you a deadly glare, squeezing the base of his cock.

"As tempting your filthy suggestion might be, I'd rather come back to your offer on an other way. Right now I'd prefer to fucking ruin that drenched pussy of yours!", he growls into your earshell and reproves you with a short slap on your cunt. You giggle playfully and looks into his eyes with faux innocence.

In the exact same moment as you reach out to grab his cock, he pulls away from you and makes you pout in frustration. He snorts at your behaviour and shakes his head before he points to the door, that leads to his own work office.

"God, you're so bratty and impatient! You'll get your cock soon enough, just give me a second to get a condom from over there. And yes, before you ask... I 've kept a box in my desk-drawer just a precaution when I'd ever get chance to fuck my cute and sexy Secretary next door!", he shouts back into your direction as he walks casually, with his hard dick out and bouncing up and down, over to his office.

Why the fuck is this man even able to make you gush out even more juices just by getting a condom?!

Jimin returns to his previous position in between your wide open legs with a lazy smirk, condom already rolled down his rock hard, swollen cock. You see it twitch in exitement when Jimin's eyes fall one more time to your messily leaking pussy.

"Hmm, look at this pretty little cunt, so wet and messy for my fat cock. Nuh, nuh, nuh! Don't say anything, you'll get fucked in the next three minutes, stay patient for at least once!", he shushes you with a warning, dominant glare.

With this statement you shut your open mouth again and accept his order with a little nod. Then you have to wait or you'll get no cock at all today.

Your Boss hums in content and pushes your legs in the right directions, so he can slot right in without problems. Then he grabs his cock at the base and pushes it lengthways inbetween your glistening folds, let it slide toturously slow through your pussy lips and coats the condom thoroughly in your overspilling arousal.

"Yeees, that's good! Soak my cock in your juices, little slut!"

You mewl and squirm pathetically under Mr. Park but don't dare to complain out of impatience and greed again.

The lower lip is the victim of your teeth, biting down on the plush flesh to suspress a begging whine whenever his mushroom tip nudges your oversensitive clit. Sweet Baby Jesus, you need to get dicked down really badly.

"Awww, as we can see here you can actually behave, Princess! YOU did good after you stressed around so much. That needs to get rewarded, don't you think? Relax yourself, I'll going to preach you now, yeah?", he comments with a satisfied smile and positions himself in front of your quivering entrance.

"Tell me when it's too much and I need to stop, yeah?", he reminds you with a honest look in his eyes. God, you could smootch him right here and right now to Thank him for his attentiveness!

You respond with a quiet 'Yes' before you let your head hall back again onto the hard wooden desk. Your muscles will hurt like shit tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your tiny moans join Jimin's prima groans as he pushes himself inch for inch deeper into your burning hot heat.

You've seen the girth but now you experience first hand how fucking thick this man's cock truly is! It doesn't hurts you until now but with every inch he sinks deeper into your cunt, the slight burn intensifies.

Both of you groans in relief and satisfaction as Jimin finally bottomed out in you. Beads of sweats are falling down from Jimin's forehead onto your chest, the man hovers panting above you.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You could have warned me that you have an exessive clenching habit! It either feels like as if you want to squeeze my whole cock out again or as if you want to milk my balls dry as soon I've entered your sweet cunt!", groans your Boss and bites down into one of your nipples as an equal revenge for all your squeezing.

"A-Ahhhh, I know, I know! I am sorry but you feel so damn fucking good, I can't control it! Please, just fuck me finally!", you defend yourself with a weak voice and hold onto his trained shoulderblades as if you're about to drown in your own Lust.

Jimin can already feel that he won't last long if he hold still like this and decides to pound that pussy so roughly that you'll problably forget your own name!

Soon you realize that this cock is your go-to-ticket for heaven, even you can't fuck yourself that good with your dildos, no matter if you practices constantly the last two years. That dick is a gift, sended from God! He stretches you in all the right places and Mr. Park just had to correct the angle of his cock a little bit to make you see sweet heaven within seconds by abusing your g-spot without mercy.

Jimin has the same thoughts about your pretty pussy, she makes him loose every sane thought, slowly killing him with her tight grip.

Obscene slapping and squelching noises are joining your pathetic wimpers and Jimin's feral grunts, filling the room with a so filthy melody.

"Fucking fuck, Y/N, stop clenching like that or I'll blow my load in the next three seconds!"

Actually, Jimin isn't mad at you for clenching so insanely good, he's pissed at himself that his usual pretty good stamina seems to be non-existent today.

"I-I'm clenching so much because I am so fucking close again, fucking hell! Don't you dare to stop now, I need to cum so damn badly!", you almost yell with tears in your eyes back and meeting Jimin's hips halfway, fucking yourself greedily down at his cock.

That knowledge calms his nerves a little bit, at least it wouldn't end in a premature ejaculation desaster then.

Jimin builts his upper body up just to part his lips to let some spit drip down onto your pussy, right on top of your clit. He smirks awfully dirty at you as he hears the trembling mewl leaving your lips. Fuck, he's so nasty, so filthy and so incredibly hot!

"It could never be wet enough down here, that's why I added some spit as extra lubrication.", he explains non-chalantly with a chuckle and spreads his saliva with his thumb all over your clit.

That is too much. That's defintely too much now. Your body has enough.

You don't know how often Mr. Park actually circled your clit with his digit, the only thing you know is that you came embarrassingly quick from those simple touches. A high-pitched cry of painful pleasure and overstimulation flees over your tongue as your body quivers erratically.

If Jimin wouldn't hold your hips down with an iron grip, you'd have squeezed him out of your protesting pussy. Thankfully he managed to remain inside your cunt, that intense, almost unbearable squeeze showed him hell and paradise at the same time.

That in combination with your satisfied, orgasm-blissed face becomes his death sentence. A guttural yell, which comes out of the depths of his chest, cuts through all the walls nearby in the same moment where he fills the condom with a huge load of his thick cum.

Jimin's arms cannot hold him up anymore after this exhaustion, so he ends up collapsing very gracelessy on top of you. An equal non-lady-like snort comes from you as you look down on your Boss, who's face is squished in between your boobs. You feel his playful grin against the skin of your right boob which makes you giggle even more.

"We need to work on your clenching-habit if you want me to fuck you longer than just a few seconds... You don't have a normal pussy, you have a milking machine down there!", Jimin jokes around as he looks down to the place you're still connected and sends you a teasing wink when he raises his eyes to your face again.

You giggle sheepishly, you know more than well what a gorilla grip your pussy gets whenever you're close to cum.

"If you'll help me, we will find a solution for that.", you respond to his critique and return the flirtatious wink. As soon as the orgasm dopamine rush has ebbed away, you feel all the muscles of your body ache and a groan in pain leaves your mouth.

"Can we please fuck in a bed the next time? My body is killing meeee!", you whine in a very overdramatic manner.

"You said, you wanted to get fucked on the next flat surface nearby, unfortunately it was your desk.", retorts Jimin unimpressed and without any sympathy for you. He's busy anyway with pulling his softening cock out and throwing the used condom away.

"But yes, I agree. A softer base to lay or to sit on would be defintely more komfortable the next time.", he groans and pops with a stretch his spine back into place.

As Jimin still tries to get his business attire back into their old shape, preferably without too many wrinkles, you're already finished to put your clothes back into their original place.

In the moment you hop off of your desk and are on your way to the door to use the restroom, you realize that your panties disappreared. Jimin notices your frozen body and understand pretty quick why your tentatively behaviour.

"Are you searching for you panties? It's sad that they're mine now. You wouldn't like to wear them anyway, you're completely drenched and soaked. And don't tell me that I am embarrassing you on purpose, you went to work wearing sex toys several times without any shame, so it wouldn't be any different if you wear panties or not. You did this to yourself and that is the consequence now!", says Jimin with devilishly chuckle behind you.

You know, he has a point with his statement.

This goddamn sexy bastard, how much you love and hate him!

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