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megistusdiary · 3 years ago

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AAA the thigh riding fic for kaeya cured my brainrot god bless you ‼️ (i was the one who requested lol) f you don’t mind me asking again, may i request one for mirror sex w/ kaeya? (that man lives in my head rent free) take your time on everything ofc :)!!

one last thing can i be 🔮 anon :,)

HI YES OMG!! im so glad you liked the thigh riding fic ♡♡ also u can request whatever you want shawty. so happy to have my first anon ;w; i added you to my list!! also i made this one extra long just for you ♡♡

also yes mirror sex with kaeya is a whole concept that im in love with fr. i listened to 'closer' by nine inch nails while writing this and...yeah

warnings: dom!kaeya and sub!fem+afab reader

mirror sex, fingering, teasing, kaeya is the dirty talk champion, penetration (f!receiving), some praise and degradation, petnames (angel, pretty girl, sweetheart), hints of corruption, cussing, half clothed dom and naked sub 👀, the fingerless gloves and leather pants stay ON during sex!!

kaeya kept his hand against your throat lightly, holding you firmly to his chest, allowing your bare thighs to rest over his leather clad thighs.

kaeya kept one of his hands on your hip, fingers splayed over your skin. he slowly slid the hand on your throat up to your jaw, tucking your hair behind your ears. he suddenly gripped your chin, forcing your head back towards the mirror.

he lowered his head, lips touching the shell of your ear as you made eye contact with his reflection. "why did you stop looking, sweetheart? you know the rules, yeah?"

he paused, prompting you to reply as you shivered, feeling his breath against your ear. "if i stop looking, i don't get to come." you responded, voice shaky as he hummed.

"good girl. keep your eyes on the mirror.. unless you want to be punished?" he grinned as you vehemently shook your head. you could hear him chuckle behind you, moving his hand away from your chin.

his fingers danced down your body, trailing and sweeping down your sides, across your stomach, and to your inner thighs.

he tapped his fingers on them, causing you to cant your hips towards his hand, wanting him to touch you.

"you're so desperate, hm? needy little thing." kaeya commented, inching his fingers closer to where you needed him. you could feel the fabric of his fingerless gloves lightly scraping against your thighs.

shifting on his lap, the leather rubbed on your skin pleasurably, causing you to let out little gasps. it was embarrassing, being sat on his lap completely bare while he still had his pants and gloves on. he hadn't even pulled his cock out yet.

"pretty girl, i'm going to fucking ruin you." kaeya smirked against you skin, finally pressing his fingers to your clit.

and, oh, the stimulation of the fabric and the rough pads of his fingers was perfect. your hips jumped, eager to feel more of his touch.

he began rubbing soft circles into your clit, eyes trailing down to watch his own fingers on your pussy.

"do you see that, sweetheart?" he whispered into your ear, feeling heat radiating from your neck. "your pussy is clenching around fucking nothing."

you let out a shaky gasp as his fingers hastened their pace. you almost forgot how skilled he really was, the sensations making you squirm on his lap.

"kaeya, please-" you begged, eyes locking in the mirror. "more."

"and you have all of me." he answered as you whined. "but if that isn't enough for you, i'm not sure what would be. unless you can tell me what it is you want."

"your fingers, kaeya, fuck- i want them in me." your voice was soft, full of desperation as you writhed on his lap. his fingers played with your clit so perfectly, dragging up and down your slit to collect the dripping slick.

"oh, i knew you were shameless, but i wasn't expecting that. but, with how wet you are, i should've known. you needed this so badly, didn't you? you like watching in the mirror, is that it?"

you huffed as kaeya teased you, cheeks heating up as you nodded. happy to oblige, kaeya removed his fingers from your clit, ignoring your protests and pressing them to your lips. "open up, angel."

you parted your lips for him as he slowly eased his fingers into your mouth. he pressed them onto your tongue gently, allowing you to do the work for him.

once he deemed them wet enough, he pulled them from your lips, swiping around your slit to collect extra slick. you shifted on his lap eagerly, feeling his rock hard bulge beneath you. though it was in your best interests not to say anything, lest you wanted kaeya to tease you for another hour.

kaeya pulled your attention back to him as he inserted his fingers into your hole, pleased to find it fairly easy. "good girl." he praised, kissing the side of your face and neck.

he gently fucked you with his fingers, angling them experimentally and gaging your reactions. he watched you struggle to keep your eyes on the mirror as his fingers pressed deeper than yours were able to.

he smirked as your eyelids fluttered, head threatening to tip back against his shoulder. "eyes on the mirror." he warned, lightly pinching your hip. you let out a squeak, hips involuntarily jumping from the pinch.

you accidentally moved over his fingers, pressing them deeper as you let out a soft moan. "fuck-"

he focused on spreading his fingers out gently, stretching your hole to carefully prepare you. he was nothing if not calculated. he knew exactly what buttons to press, where to touch, when to touch, and when to stop.

he slowly eased his fingers out of you, wiping the excess slick on his pants as you shivered.

"are you ready for your reward, sweetheart?" his lips skimmed over your ear as his hands reached towards his belt, allowing you to slide off his lap briefly.

"yes, please, archons. i need you." you told him, looking over your shoulder at him.

he was absolutely gorgeous like this, skin glowing, eyepatch long gone.

he reached over to the side, pulling the familiar foil package up to his lips and tearing it open. you observed him putting the condom on tediously, making sure everything was just so.

he pulled you back into his lap, watching you squirm at the feeling of the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance.

your chest arched outwards as he gently began to push into you, head finally resting against his shoulder as yoh felt him stretching you out.

your skin felt so hot, as if it was on fire when he pressed impossibly deep into you. your lips parted open, shaky, breathy moans mixed with whispers of his name falling out.

his hair fell into his eyes, sticking to his damp skin as he watched you fall apart on his lap.

"oh, sweetheart...i'm going to enjoy this."

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leftoverenvy · 2 years ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 22)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: canon-type mentions of rape, violence, and gore If you have any concerns, please message me. Please consume media safely in accordance with your triggers.

Word Count: 5k (<- lol sorry this is like two chapters in one)

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Chapter 22 - The South Side Slayer

Emily's POV: I paced the back wall of the precinct for god knows how long. Hotch had originally agreed that I could stay home this case to take India to the concert, but the next day he called me to come to Chicago. They needed more hands on deck, more agents on the ground. Because I had originally thought I wouldn't be on this case, I hadn't read the file. And when I walked in the Chicago precinct, my stomach plummeted, and I wished Hotch hadn't called me at all.

Pictures of young women plastered the boards. This unsub had already killed twelve women to our knowledge. And all twelve looked exactly like India.

My first glance at his victims caused bile to rise in the back of my throat. I shook my head imperceptibly; there was no way I could work this case. I'd be useless. Each photo of the crime scenes tightened my stomach. Each autopsy photo – the words "sexual assault" next to the victims' faces – paralyzed me. All I saw was Indi's lifeless corpse. All I imagined was Indi's cries as this sick unsub gagged and mutilated the love of my life.

I was supposed to be catching myself up on the case files. Hotch had asked me to get myself up to date so we could go out in the field this evening. But all I could do was pace and try my hardest to keep vomit from rising up my throat. Before I knew what I was doing, my phone was out of my pocket, my fingers already clicking on Indi's name.

"Em? I thought you were on a plane…" I sighed in relief at hearing her sweet voice.

"I've landed now. I'm at the local precinct." She paused, probably waiting for me to get to the point. But there was no point. I had nothing to say or ask. I just needed to hear she was safe. "Are you okay?"

"��Yes? Are you okay, Emily?"

"Yeah, fine love," I played it off. "Just wanted to check in because I had a few minutes. We're going out in the field this evening, so I don't know if I'll be able to call you tonight." There. That was a reasonable excuse to call her a few hours after leaving her.

"Oooookaaaay…" Maybe not such a believable excuse. "Well, please be safe." I nearly laughed out loud. Me be safe? When she was the one in danger? I had to physically stop pacing to get my paranoid brain to listen to my rational brain. Indi is not in Chicago – she is perfectly safe in DC.

"I always am, baby." I bit my lip. Would it be unreasonable to request this? "Um," I started. "Could you do something for me?"

"Anything, Em."

"Could you text me during the day?" I asked nervously. I immediately put my finger in my mouth, biting the bit of nail I had just grown out the past few weeks. Indi had commented just yesterday how proud she was that I had real nails, not just nubs. I grimaced – I knew they would be completely gone by the end of this case. I hated to disappoint her, even over something as trivial as the length of my nails.

"I always text you during the day, Em."

"I know," I sighed, "Just…text me more."

"What's going on?" Concern laced her voice.

"Just please, baby, promise me." I could hear desperation creep in my own voice. I inhaled deeply, trying to gain back a little control.

"I promise, Em. Are you in danger?" I winced. Now I had worried her. The concern in her voice had shifted to mild panic.

"No no, nothing like that," I tried to reassure her. "I-" I took another deep breath, blowing it out slowly. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to alarm you. I just miss you."

"I miss you too, baby," she said softly. I felt myself relax slightly. "I'll send you my entire life via text message. You'll be so annoyed with me."

I laughed stiffly. "I doubt that very much." Hotch walked into our meeting room. "Look baby, I've gotta go."

"Hurry home," she said softly. As soon as I hit the end call button, the terrifying images of Indi being sexually assaulted and mutilated swarmed my mind again. I exhaled loudly once more – a desperate attempt to re-ground myself.

"Sorry," I apologized to Hotch. I picked up the case file that had sent me over the edge, hoping it wouldn't again now that I confirmed India was safe. "I just-"

"Don't worry about it. When I first got the file, I knew this one would be hard for you. They do look remarkably similar to her, don't they?" I hummed in agreement. I couldn't form the words for a proper reply. "Let's get started."

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The team and I entered the hotel lobby. Derek and I were soaking wet, and I was fuming. No one dared talk to me in the car. No one argued this time when I headed straight upstairs. While we normally debriefed right after a day in the field, I didn't have it in me tonight. I hadn't called Indi since earlier this afternoon and had not found time to check my messages.

Not caring that I was still rain-soaked and muddy, once upstairs, I flopped in the chair in the corner of the room to check my messages.

Indi🥰: Hi babe! Just had the best Thai food. I'll have to take you to this place near campus sometime. Indi🥰: I hope you're being safe. I'm thinking about you… Indi🥰: Feels weird to text you again…are you sure you want me to text you this much? It's 9:00 and I have to be up early, so I'm getting ready for bed…call if you can. I miss your voice. Indi🥰: Guess you're still out. Talk to you tomorrow babe 😘

I sighed. I had just missed her by about two hours. I risked waking her because I needed to hear her voice. No answer. I groaned and threw my phone full force, lucky it landed against the pillows on the bed. I put my head in my hands and willed myself not to cry. I quickly re-read her messages before heading to shower.

Standing up with a sigh, I stripped as I made my way to the bathroom. I was filthy. Derek and I had chased the unsub through the rainy streets of Chicago. Derek clearly knew the streets a lot better than I did, he grew up there after all. But it did us no good. The unsub was far more familiar with the area than we were. I had gotten within two feet of him. I could nearly feel the back of his hoodie on my fingertips as I reached for him. But I missed. I tumbled over my feet and splashed in a muddy puddle.

I slammed my wet suit on the floor of the bathroom with a wet splat. I cranked the water as hot as it would go. I wanted to scrub this day off of me. I wanted to scrub every mistake I made today. I wanted to purge myself of the images of this case. But I knew they would stick with me for the foreseeable future.

I only felt slightly better after my shower. I picked up my phone once more as I towel dried my hair. Though I hadn't expected a new message from India, I was disappointed nonetheless to see no notifications. I crawled in bed and opened the album with her selfies. I scrolled through, starting from the first selfies I saved from her SugarBook profile. She was so perfect. Tears burned my eyes as I made it to the most recent photo from last night's concert. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and affection. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do to make her look like that again.

I groaned and clicked my phone off. I wanted to give her the world, but instead, all I could provide her was a life of dull social functions and me being in and out for work. We needed a vacation; she deserved a weekend away. I'd have to ask Hotch if I could take some time off. In the meantime, I would have to wait this out. I vowed to catch the bastard that tortured these women.

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I woke up with a start, shooting straight up. My loud "INDI NO" echoed around my hotel room. My heart thudded in my chest as if I really had just chased the unsub for blocks like I had in my dream. I had been too late in my dream. I watched the unsub ruin her perfect skin with cuts right in front of me, the autopsy photos fueling my subconscious. I drew my gun to stop him from cutting her throat out and stood idly by as my bullets did nothing to him. I wasn't enough to save India.

Without even checking the time, I was calling Indi. Straight to voicemail once again. I exhaled shakily and pushed my bangs off my sweaty forehead. My hand fell limply next to me, reaching for empty sheets. I longed for my hand to feel Indi's warmth as she snored softly next to me.

A soft knock sounded against my door, interrupting my late-night yearning. "Em?" I heard JJ call through the door. I rolled my eyes. There was no way I would be opening that up.

I clambered out of bed to splash water on my flushed face. As I looked up into the mirror, into my own eyes, I searched desperately for whatever India saw in them. What was it that drew her to me? What was it she saw in there? Lord knows I couldn't see it.

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Indi🥰: Good morning, Em. I'm SO sorry I didn't wake for your calls last night. Are you okay?! One at 12 and one at 3? I wish you were sleeping more. I'm worried about you…Anyway, I hope you have a good day. I'll be thinking about you 💖

Her good morning text brought a soft smile to my face. I only wished it would last me the entire day, but after yesterday, I wasn't naive enough to think I wouldn't need to call her later. I dialed her for the millionth time in less than 24 hours, and to my immense relief, she answered.

"Morning, babe!" She was so chipper, it caught me off guard. I had a night plagued by gruesome nightmares, and she was bright and sunny.

"Indi," I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for answering, baby. How did you sleep?"

"Just fine, Em. Can you tell me what's going on? Why are you so…" she trailed off looking for the right word. Psychotic? Neurotic? Paranoid? Clingy? "High-strung?"

"I'm fine, angel," I lied. "Please don't worry about me."

"Kind of hard when you want to talk all day. You're being…you just don't seem like yourself." I sighed. She was right, and I wasn't convincing her that I was fine. "Look, babe, I'm so sorry. I know you're stressed about something, but I need to head to class…"

"Yes of course!" I said emphatically. I didn't want her missing class just to cater to my paranoia. "I'm sorry baby. Please have a good class."

We said our goodbyes, and I finished getting ready for the day. Starting my day by hearing Indi's voice made a huge difference. Today, I lasted a whole hour without being a neurotic lunatic. But throughout the day, I was constantly on my phone checking for updates from her. I called her at lunch and dinner. None of the team said anything, all recognizing why this case was so difficult for me. JJ had tried to no avail.

"What?" she snarked. "Can't go a few hours without talking to her? You scared she'll find someone-" I opened my mouth to respond but Hotch walked in the room. His eyebrows furrowed in a cross scowl as he glared at JJ. I flashed my eyes to him in gratitude, but in true Hotch fashion, he ignored it.

"Let's go. I got a lead on this unsub. We got a tip: a witness saw a man matching the unsub's description abducting a woman near the warehouse district."

"I'll add this new geographical point and cross-reference," Spencer piped up.

I wished I could have moved, but I stood frozen in my place. He had gotten another victim. Another woman. Another family was going to lose their Indi because we couldn't catch this guy fast enough.

"Prentiss!" Hotch barked. "Let's go." Everyone had already filed out of the tiny conference room.

We all piled in one SUV, leaving Spencer behind to narrow the geographic profile. We were counting on him to find a warehouse in time. He stayed on speakerphone while we raced to the warehouse district. Everything was riding on Reid. "Spence!" JJ yelled harshly on the phone. "We need a location. Take a guess."

"I don't really do that." I tasted blood in my mouth from biting my fingernails down to the quick. I never needed to catch an unsub more.

"Well start," she snapped. "We're circling the warehouse district right now."

"Lay off," Rossi chided from the front seat. I couldn't help but think he had a short fuse with JJ now that he knew our history. "Reid, which are the most likely few? Let's narrow from there. Tell me the points of overlap."

"There are two," he informed. And then he was talking a mile a minute. I tried to keep up, but I honestly couldn't focus. I tuned him out, my thoughts running away from me as fast as Reid's brain was thinking. What if it were Indi in that warehouse? What if we were too late? He had her for hours now. "I got it!" his reverie pulled me from my morbid worries.

Reid directed us to a long-abandoned warehouse bordering an open field. We stormed the warehouse, guns drawn. But as soon as we rounded a corner, a blood-curdling, terrified scream echoed around the cement room. My stomach knotted around nothing. Had I eaten lunch, I would have vomited right there. I had never heard Indi scream like that, but I couldn't help but imagine that it would sound exactly like the victim's.

We pushed forward, eyes trained for any signs of movement. I stayed back. While normally I would lead the charge, I didn't trust myself to refrain from discharging my weapon prematurely. I'd let the rest of the team lead the push. "FBI! Put your hands in the air!" Derek shouted.

I kept my gun trained on the sick son of a bitch that did unspeakable things to women. The crazed yet vacant look in his eyes turned my stomach. He was getting off on the blood dripping from his knife.

"Please help me!" she shouted. Before I could stop myself, I raced towards her. The unsub was not secure yet. In the back of my mind, I knew it was a poor decision. Charging forward was reckless. He was holding a weapon. Decisions like these got agents hurt. Luckily, Derek made a split-second decision and shadowed me. He intercepted the unsub before the unsub got me. His quick thinking allowed me to take care of the victim.

"You're safe now," I reassured her. "He won't touch you again."

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When we got back to the hotel, I sat down to call Indi. It had been hours since I had heard from her. I had one text from her at lunch, and nothing since. Her sweet voice chirped over the phone about leaving her a message. Before I could leave a message, someone knocked at my door. I hung up the phone and stood up to answer the door.

I opened the door and Hotch blazed through. "What were you thinking?" he demanded to know.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

"You could have gotten yourself killed. I didn't say anything at the scene because the rest of the team was around. I know this was a hard case for you, but that was stupid. And you know it." I couldn't argue with him. It was stupid. I could have gotten seriously injured. If not for Morgan, I could have ended up maimed or even killed. But the thought of someone leaving Indi in that position if she were a victim forced me forward. I didn't have a satisfactory answer for him.

His voice softened. "Look. I've given you a lot of leeway this case-"

"I know, sir. I'm really grate-" He held a hand up to stop me.

"I'm not asking for excuses or reasons. I know why. I shouldn't have called you back for this one." My stomach sank. While I knew I hadn't done my best work this case, I didn't want to be a liability to the team; I didn't want to let Hotch down. "I need this not to happen again."

"I understand," I answered dejectedly. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." I didn't know if I could keep that promise, but it seemed to appease Hotch.

"See to it that it doesn't." His face softened gradually, a subtle switch from cold boss to the man who I knew cared for each of us dearly. "Are you okay?" I sighed. I wished everyone would stop asking me that. I had no answer for them.

I blew out a puff of air and nodded stiffly. Hotch cocked his head to the side, his tell that he wasn't buying what he was hearing. "I'll be okay," I answered truthfully. "I just need to get home. I just need to see her."

This time he accepted my answer. Not one for emotional conversations, he nodded stiffly and said, "Wheels up in about an hour. Don't be late," he commanded. And then he turned and walked out.

As soon as the door clicked behind Hotch, my phone was back in my phone to call Indi again. She didn't answer, nor did she respond to my texts. The relief I felt at catching the unsub vanished as fast as it came. Where could she be? Why wasn't she picking up? She had been so good the last few days, obviously sensing my unease. I piled my clothes in my duffel bag, not caring about wrinkling my suits. My mood was dour the entire way to the air strip.

I had a brief reprieve from my apprehension when I convinced myself that the plane was messing with my reception. Even though it had never been an issue before and we had wifi on the plane, the explanation made me feel better. But after about ten minutes, I heard Rossi on the phone, softly speaking to another. His gentle, concerned voice caused a flare of jealousy to course through my body. I wished I could hear Indi's voice.

Even worse, I had no notifications waiting for me even after we had landed. I impatiently waited for my phone to vibrate as I made my way to the parking lot. I obsessively, recklessly checked my phone while I was driving home. As each minute passed without word from Indi, panic swelled inside me.

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"Indi?!" I shouted as I burst through the back door. I threw my bag and keys in the general direction of the kitchen island. Who knew where they actually ended up? I didn't hear her respond. I hadn't received a text from her all afternoon, either. "INDI!" I yelled again.

I frantically ran upstairs, my footfalls beating as loud as my heart. Jogging down the hallway, I blew past my room, heading straight for hers. The lights were out, and her room looked undisturbed. Her bed was made neatly, her school bag in its spot in the corner. The only thing seemingly out of place was her guitar laying in the middle of her bed. That and the fact that she seemed to be missing.

My breaths expelled rapidly and loudly. My heart thudded in my chest as I started to hyperventilate. I flipped on the light as if that would make her materialize in front of me. "INDIA!" I screamed, panic causing my voice to break.

"Emily?" I heard from behind me. I whipped around so rapidly, it nearly made me dizzy. Tears pricked behind my eyes at seeing her perfect face, her brows creased in concern. In two strides, I was down the hall and pulling her into my arms.

I exhaled shakily, every tear I forced myself to suck back up this case now falling freely. To hide my tears, I buried my face in her hair. She smelled so sweet. She felt like home. I pulled her impossibly closer; I didn't care if it was too tight. I reveled in her being safe in my arms. Now that I could see with my own two eyes, feel with my own two arms, that she was truly safe, it all seemed so ridiculous. She had never been in any danger. The unsub was in Chicago. But rationality left my brain entirely this case. "Fuck," I muttered.

She started to pull back, cupping my face and gazing at me with huge, sympathetic eyes. Tears swam down my face in full force. I should have been embarrassed, but I was too glad to be home with her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were filled with understanding. Silently, gently, she wiped my endless tears from my cheeks. Her touch was unbearably caring. Never having had such support and affection, I hadn't realized I was desperately in need of it this case. I hadn't realized how much I had needed Indi's sanctuary.

I leaned down to rest my forehead against hers. My breathing had started to regulate – matched to the timing of Indi's – but there wasn't a thing I could do about these tears. "Indi," I gasped.

"I'm here, Em." Her arms wrapped around my neck as she lifted up to kiss me softly. "I'm right here, babe." I kissed her forehead again, my tears finally slowing.

"I drew you a bath," she whispered. "Would that help you relax?"

I pulled her closer as if she were threatening to pull away. "Only if you stay," I responded in mild alarm. I couldn't stand the idea of her leaving me alone. "Please, baby. Please just let me hold you."

"Of course I'll stay with you." She pecked me on the lips. "I'll do whatever you need."

We awkwardly made our way through my room to my huge tub. I didn't dare let her go. I wanted her glued to my side. She leaned down to stick her fingers in the water. "Still warm," she informed. I pulled her back in my arms. "Em," she started softly. "We have to get undressed."

Reluctantly I let her go. As soon as my hands could no longer feel her soft skin, I felt my heart rate increase. I tried to breathe deeply. It was ridiculous; I could see her a foot away from me. I whipped my clothes off. The faster I could get in the tub, the faster she'd join me.

There was something sacrilegious about her taking her own clothes off. I wanted to do it for her. It was my job to do it for her. I grabbed her wrists unbuttoning her jeans and put them back at her sides. I kissed her collarbones while I pushed her jeans over her wide hips. I crouched to continue to pull her pants down her legs, kissing her hip bones along the way.

As I stood up, I placed small kisses against her skin. I sucked slightly on her neck. "Thank you, baby," I whispered. I stepped over the ledge of the tub and sank down into the warm water. I opened my legs, and India settled between them. I sighed as I pulled her closer to me. I grabbed a scrunchie from the side of the tub, left from the last time we took a bath together. I gathered her thick curls and piled them on top of her head. Once I had ensured her hair wouldn't fall down into the water, I placed a tender kiss where the top of her spine met her neck.

"Mmm," she hummed in pleasure. "Thank you, babe."

Neither of us spoke after that. It was enough for me to just hold her, feel her warm and safe in my arms. Mindlessly, I placed quick pecks to her head, shoulder, neck. I kissed anywhere I could reach. My hands traced patterns into her skin under the water while she laid against me. This closeness was exactly what I needed.

I lost myself in my cacophonous mind. I heard the screams of the last victim ringing in my mind as loud as they had been in the warehouse. I heard them as if the victim were screaming in my bathroom. I centered myself back in the present moment. The silence in my bathroom was a stark contrast from the noise in my head. I guess Indi couldn't take anymore silence, because after a few minutes, she asked, "What happened, baby?"

I steeled myself with a deep breath. India deserved an explanation for my behavior this week. "It was a rough case." It did not capture just how terrible the case was, but I needed to start somewhere. She shifted sideways so she could press her lips to my neck. It gave me the strength to continue. As I spoke, her fingers ghosted up and down my arm. She scooped water and splashed the skin above the water line, keeping me warm. "Our unsub was kidnapping, torturing, mutilating, and raping the victims."

"Oh," she gasped.

"I'm sorry, baby. I don't have to go into detail. I know it's heavy."

"NO! I'm sorry, babe. I just," she paused, "You've just never gone into detail on a case like this. It just startled me, that's all. Please don't lock this up. Let me help you carry this weight."

"Well, that isn't anything new," I continued. "We've dealt with worse unsubs, to be honest. But this case was so hard because -" I swallowed thickly. Each autopsy photo flashing in front of my eyes in rapid succession. "Well," my voice dropped to a whisper, "The victims looked exactly like you." I paused again. And like the most morbid slideshow, cuts into light mocha skin and bruised bodies started flashing again. Dark chocolate, terrified eyes blazed back at me from photos I would never forget. Positive results from rape kits in each victim's medical file haunted me. I couldn't escape it. My brain superimposed Indi's face over each victim's face. "Exactly like you, Indi," I whispered hoarsely.

"And the entire case I was so worried," I continued. "I've never had to worry about anyone else. Hell, I've never cared if anything happened to myself, either. But you've changed everything, love. I know exactly how ugly and dangerous this world is. I know exactly how fragile you are." I pulled her closer, tucking my face into the crook of her neck. "I'd lose it if something happened to you, angel. This case reminded me that I have so much to lose now." I squeezed her softly.

I took a few beats to regain my composure. She never rushed me. She waited patiently for me to resume. "Rationally, I know you're safe here. I saw your texts flood in. Thank you for doing that, by the way," I added as an aside. "But I couldn't help but panic about you being taken from me. You are so precious to me. What if I got to you too late? What if I couldn't save you? What if-"

"Hey hey!" she interrupted. "None of that happened, Em. I'm here; I'm safe. Don't dwell on that. I'm safe with you." She kissed under my jaw as her hand ran up my chest. She was twisted so awkwardly trying to comfort me, so I picked her up, closed my legs, and put her on my lap. She curled her legs to her chest to fit sideways in the tub. I cradled her delicately.

She made everything better; she healed every wound. I tipped her head back and kissed her softly. I cupped the back of her neck to ensure she couldn't go anywhere. My heart rate finally settled back to normal. Whereas normally her kiss excited me, zapping it into overdrive, tonight it calmed me. Tonight, she soothed my worn edges.

I pulled back, startled. "Why did you draw a bath in here?" It had just dawned on me that Indi seemed to have expected I would need a little extra support tonight. How had she known this was exactly what I needed when I hadn't even known it myself? "How did you know I was going to be home?"

She chuckled, her breath tickling the side of my neck. "I, uh," she said nervously, "I may have gotten a call from one of your coworkers."

"Who?!" I asked in outrage.

"Calm down, babe. They didn't say anything." She kissed my jaw to placate me. "They just told me this case took a toll on you – like I couldn't see that one for myself," she said sarcastically. "And that you might need a little extra comfort tonight."

"Rossi," I hissed like a curse.

"Don't be mad at him, please, Emily. It was sweet for him to call."

"He likes you, you know," I told her. Rossi had a soft spot for me. He was thrilled I found someone who made me smile so much. "He's happy I found someone so special."

She cupped my face delicately. "You're pretty special yourself, Em." I love you, I love you, I love you I chanted in my head. I nearly blurted it out loud, but the fear of her running away and locking herself in her room again caused me to refrain. I would have to continue showing her any other way I could. My heart fell when I thought about today's date. We had one month left together. Hopefully, I could convince her to stay before our final month was up.

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queen-of-elves · 3 years ago

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God complex

Nathan Bateman x reader

Summary: Nate gets drunk and is rude again, so nothing new for you as his assistant.

A/N: I find Nate hot even though he is like one of the biggest douches ever, shame on me I guess. (lol it might be a red flag but red is my favorite colour hihi :) )

Warnings: swearing… as always in my fanfics, Nate being rude and obnoxious (at the same time sort of sweet??), god complex etc., reader is sort of pessimistic? And passive? Maybe a bit angsty, if I missed something, inform me please :)

Wordcount: 1K

The throbbing feeling of overwhelming unworthiness, decesting insides of your fleshy suit. Pipetting out ponds of red oil running through the circuits in this mortal machine. Nate loved to pull you apart and comment on every nail and cog inside you. An inefficient machine, a mortal machine, that’s what you were to him.

“God doesn’t want you anymore. Do you understand?”

Did he mean himself? He often called himself a god, so it was quite possible. He was piss drunk almost as if unaware of his own existence in this cold space he had created for his toys. Alcohol does that and especially to people like him, so full of themself. Where you are overflowing with others, he is always drowning inside himself, face down with no care for and of drowning.

Selfish, self absorbed asshole.

That’s what he was, all the damn time and now you couldn’t take it anymore. Normally you were capable of taking his comment with grace, no matter how drunk or out of mind he was. But nowadays he was uncomfortably close to breaching lines of sanity you had set up, as if just for his amusement. There is no benefit in you having a serious discussion with him about the upcoming projects, he won’t listen.

He never does.

Nathan Bateman, no matter how bad of a listener he was, loved talking. Having long monologues in which you would lose yourself in the vast majority of words swimming out of his goddamn kissable lips. That was his thing, often it would make him look charming, other times insufferable. Call yourself a believer of his god complex if you have to but there was undeniable attractiveness to his cocky behavior.

He always spoke like he stared into your soul and found you unworth it, for your selfdeprivating part, it was what got you going, it was a sort of game you enjoy playing with the idea of Nathan, you had created in your mind, who could deal with the other one longer.

This version was kinder, it was the version that was not such a pain in the ass. ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME. Foolish as it was, you were fond of him, this genius of the new generation, maybe even this century.

“You should go to bed. You have an important meeting tomorrow with potential new investors.” You tried to justify your presence in his lab and why you were nagging so called God into the bed. If you were on friendlier terms with your boss you might have snicker at the ambiguity of your own thoughts. Unfortunately you were still balancing on the scales of attraction and annoyance for this trash of a god.

Since your voice woke him up he didn’t move an inch, looking as if still deep in his dreams, or nightmares?

"Don't go." His clammy hand clasped around your wrist, chaining you to hold your current position.

"I thought god didn't need me." Your eyes bored onto his closed ones with seething apathy. It felt good to have the upper hand, even when you were just imagining it. Looking down at his pathetically drunk body you knew for sure, this man was no god and if he was there was no faith for humanity.

"Didn't I ask you not to drink the night before meetings?" There was no way he would elaborate on his sudden need for you to stay in his closeness so changing subject it was.

His love for alcohol often gave you a free pass to pesterize him about anything without Nate lecturing you back, which you enjoyed… the pestering not the lecturing.

"They are online, they wont suspect shit." His voice was muffled by his right cheek pressed into the work desk. Frowning sideways on you, he seemed troubled, deep in thoughts and still holding on to you.

"I still asked you not to do it." You reminded him coldly.

Arguing over it would be fruitless but there was still a need in you to piss him off just like he pisses you off. Retaliation in the sense of keeping him awake by annoyingly buzzing around him.

That’s what he deserves.

"Without you I don't feel like much of a god."

What was it? Did you hear correctly?

Your boss never bothered to be emotional, he had no time for that, the world and technological revolution don’t wait on anyone, even genius like him. Perhaps that's why he works so hard, exhausting himself daily.

“I am sure you shouldn’t sleep on your desk, you’ll be bitching tomorrow about your neck killing you.”

He snorted in acknowledgement, his features lightening under the soft smile appearing on his face. Nate could be bearable, could be but usually decided not to be. However, today he did let you win. Letting go of your arm, the wheels of the chair, on which his body was slanched moments ago, rumbled, rolling over the lines in the concrete flooring of his workplace. Hunched figure now staring at you with sleepy eyes. He looked broken and in desperate need of a hug but you were sure you wouldn’t get away with this, even when you wished you would.

Your hand gesturing to the entry into the main hallway encouraged him to move again and finally in the hall you bid him goodnight, going to your room on the other side. Your thoughts rushing back to the moment like little rabbits restive and untenable, hopping in the fields of green grass and domestic thoughts of what could be life if Nate…

Sleep didn’t seize you until much later and your last thought was Nate with furrowed brows and his head laying on the desk staring at you, corners of his mouth tinily higher.

And when the morning came and your boss ("of a god") was suffering under the unbearable weight of a hangover, you knew nothing had changed. You both were still stuck in the same tracks as an unmoving train, hopefully with both of its passengers wishing to finally depart further.

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years ago

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Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.

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Thin raindrops pattered the man's leather jacket as he walked through the streets with his hood drawn up and his eyes low. For two days, the drizzle persisted and melted the black snowbanks into slush. Though the dismal atmosphere kept most inside, Sven had good reason to travel across town on foot. The promise of a girl's company waited at the end of his route, and he put off his regular nightly routine of masturbating to fetish porn for—what he hoped was—the real thing.

He glanced at his cracked phone screen every few minutes to check in with her, making sure she hadn't changed her mind, that she was serious. From the earnestness of her messages and the speed at which she replied to his questions, he determined she meant what she said about wanting to meet. Finally, his luck was turning. He’d show that miserable bastard Faust who was the better man.

- What abt ur bf? Lol

- What about him? Not here, is he?

- Thought u were a good girl.

- Haha, not really. Are you close?

- Ya. Y r we meeting at this random place?

- I need you to promise you won't tell a soul. If you can prove that to me, maybe we can keep meeting up.

- Lol ok. I PROMISE I won't say a word😉

- Thank you. Hurry, please. It's cold out!

- Be there in 5. I'll let u wear my jacket altho idk might not need it😉

- Hehe omgosh. You're making me blush.

- I'll make u do way more then blush baby. Just wait.

Sven lengthened his strides and turned the corner onto a hill leading toward the industrial area of town. Down the slope, he walked past several warehouses and legions of trucks parked inside barbed-wire fencing. It was a peculiar site to meet up, but his rendezvous insisted on a place nobody would think to look.

Betting his night would take an erotic turn, Sven popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed away the cigarette taste. He was seconds away from the spot she chose to meet, and his chest constricted with excitement. His boots crunched over gravel and garbage as he walked down a narrow alley between two faceless buildings. There was an open lot at the end of the lane, where he assumed she was waiting. As he made his way through the dimly lit alley, he whistled to make his presence known. The shrill tune reverberated off an overflowing dumpster to his left, and as he stepped to clear the reeking trash receptacle, something hard and blunt swung out at eye-level and flattened him to the ground.

Dazed and blinded from the sudden strike, he tried moving his mouth, but only a bubble of blood popped from his lips. A piercing stream of sound filled his ears as the edges of his vision turned dark. A large black figure came into view above, haloed by the soggy grey sky in the deepening veil. The featureless shadow chuckled deeply before a heavy boot's tread put out his lights.

~*~

Several hours passed before Sven's eyelids shuddered. By then, his assailant had had plenty of time to tie him to a wooden chair and organize his instruments of punishment. A headache blistered through the man's skull, throbbing in his eye sockets until he gained enough consciousness to open them. When he saw the person who had knocked him out, his throat closed and the gasp ripping through came out high-pitched.

"Faust... Please... Don't—" Sven hiccoughed. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY!"

Faust, who had been facing the doorway at the end of a long red runner, turned toward Sven, holding a hammer's handle in one hand while cradling the head in the other. A malicious smirk peeked out from a curtain of black hair. He took a step forward, the clomp of his leather boots echoing through the church. Each step made a menacing sound that bit down on Sven's nerves and rattled his sensitive skull.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I know you hate me, but please, don't hurt me. I swear I'll never talk to her again!"

Faust approached, flashing the obsidian hammerhead. He tossed the tool in his grip and stuck his hand into his pocket, producing several five-inch nails.

"No! God, no, please! Faust! Don't do this!"

The black-haired giant stopped to admire the curve of the hammer’s prongs. Sven looked around the empty church and saw a jerrycan taking up space in a nearby pew. He immediately started struggling against the jute rope binding his wrists and ankles to the chair as Faust drew nearer, smile uncoiling.

"I already gave you the chance to never talk to her again. Remember?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry means fuck all to me. You should know that. The only reason you left the campsite with your dick intact is because of the witnesses," Faust said, then spun around with his arms out, showcasing their solitude. "Now, it's just you and me."

"Please don't," Sven muttered through swollen lips. "Fuck, I'll do anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing a sorry sack of human waste can provide this world to make me change my mind."

"SHE LIED!"

Faust jingled the nails in his jacket, reminding Sven who held the weapon.

"Whatever she told you... It's not true! I was at the party, but I didn't do anything to her!" Sven's voice cracked.

"Oh... So you didn't follow her into my bedroom?"

"No! I talked to her for a minute, and that's all. That's all, I swear, Faust. Don't kill me."

The stomp of boots neared the altar where Sven struggled in the chair. He twisted to loosen the rope and slipped one hand out. Faust grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the arm of the chair, readying a nail between his lips as he gripped the hammer. Sven let out a scream, stifled instantly by the hammerhead. Faust wedged the metal between his teeth and hissed.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll use this to smash your teeth out like a goddamn window. Understand me?"

Sven nodded and quaked as Faust placed the tip of the nail against the soft, flat part of his forearm.

"Stay still. If I fuck up and hit the Radial or Ulnar artery... You could bleed out before I'm done. Gotta get it right between the bones." Faust slapped the pale skin to reveal blue veins. He pressed the nail’s tip in place and rose the hammer above his head, bringing it down and stopping short of the head as Sven shrieked.

Faust cackled. "Jesus Christ, dude. Did you really think I was gonna nail you to a chair?"

Sven groaned, relieved and moist with cold sweat. "Faust, I'm serious. Please, man. You gotta believe me."

His dark laughter continued, bouncing off the high ceilings, the wooden pews and polished floors. As Sven let out his own nervous chuckle, Faust brought the hammer down in one swift pull, then slapped his hand over Sven's gaping mouth to stifle the screams. Howling, Sven rattled his head back and forth as a searing bolt of pain tore through his right arm, crackling in his shoulder where it burned and burned.

Faust tore his phone out of his back pocket and brought up a video, slamming the screen into Sven's face. The video of him grabbing Faith in his room while he was states away watching the live feed from the camera he'd set up on the desk.

"I knew these little cameras would come in handy. See? I know what you did, you stupid fuck. And you know what else? I would have just beat the shit out of you had I not stopped by your place before our little meeting."

Sven whined, tears pouring from his eyes in steady streams.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I went into your room... Saw some interesting things on your computer. At first, I thought it was just standard fucking creep shit. Snuff porn, torture... Teen girls. None of that surprised me... Until I dug around and found your little stalker file buried in your folders. You didn't even encrypt it. How fucking stupid are you?"

"I'm sorry," Sven shook.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I'm sorry for touching her. I should have left her alone."

"What'd you think was gonna happen? That she wouldn't tell me? Or that I wouldn't believe her? And now I know you've been following Faith around, taking pictures of her, you fucking predator. And what about those other women, huh? You sorry about them, too?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I know I have problems! I'm trying to get help. Please, Faust. If you let me go, I promise I'll do it. I'll get better. I haven’t hurt anyone!"

Faust shook his head slowly, grunting in refusal. "No. I meant what I said when I told you I'd crucify you if you went near Faith again. I'm doing the world a favour."

Sven hung his head and bled from the grievous wound pinning him to the chair, shuddering weakly from his injuries. Faust would never relent. He'd witnessed the drummer's cold disdain, the malignant hatred living inside that made him turn to the dark with open arms. Faust wasn't an actor. He pledged himself to the darkness with unyielding conviction, never one to take such things lightly. This realization depleted Sven's will to reason with the man.

Faust gripped another thick nail and drove it through Sven's left arm, smiling as blood dripped from the wood onto the church altar. The violent yelps filled Faust with morbid delight as he pressed the bloodied hammer under his victim's chin and raised his face.

"You're gonna die tonight, Sven."

"What makes you better than me? You'll be a murderer," Sven stuttered. "You hurt people, too."

"You and I are not the same. Don't ever compare yourself to me. You're a coward, and I warned you. Tread on what's mine, and I'll destroy you. That's what I said."

"All this over a girl? Are you fucking crazy!?"

Faust stooped to one knee, looking up at Sven as though the insult had cut him. Faust's brows arched, bottom lip jutting outward as he studied Sven, who closed his eyes. Then, Faust rose to his feet, leather stretching from the motion. Faust tapped his chin, smiled, and leaned over to whisper, "yes... Totally fucking crazy."

With a powerful kick to the chest, Faust sent the chair and Sven toppling backward. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and giggled as he emptied his bladder on the weeping man. While Sven cried and moaned, Faust closed his zipper, whistling merrily. He left Sven on his back and snatched the jerrycan from the pew, taking slow, calculated steps while twisting off the cap and dousing the altar in gasoline.

As the gas trickled, Sven's desperation mounted. He could not flail, so he screamed. Faust gently reminded him what he'd do to Sven's teeth if he carried on shouting. The pinned man blubbered and begged, but Faust ignored his pleas. Inside his head, all Faust heard was the sound of flames rushing into a circle around Sven, crackling over the carpet and up the old church's wooden beams. By the time the roof caught fire, Faust had planned on being long gone.

"Please, Faust... You'll regret this! I know you're a serious person, but this is too far. You won't be able to live with yourself!"

"Wrong. I couldn't live with myself knowing I let a vulture like you walk this planet freely." Faust poured a trail down the floor runner, far away from the altar. He tossed the can aside and looked up at the Catholic saints' stained-glass portrayals and Jesus at the center of it all, staring down with sad eyes. Faust took a book of matches from his pocket and ripped one from the bunch, running its tip across the ignitor strip until a small flame burst to life. Faust flicked the match to the ground without a second thought, and the flame ate up the gasoline trail swiftly. The church was illuminated, and the colourful glass windows came to life. Faust raised his eyes to the forlorn Jesus and leered while the fire spread.

He did not stay to admire his work or revel in the cries of a man burning alive. Faust fled before the fire consumed the church, not once looking back or wondering if his victim had somehow escaped. He trudged through puddles of slush, hair swinging in the wind, white shadows of breath leaving his mouth.

It was time to get back to finish the tour. But he had one more stop to make.

~*~

Faith left the mall after helping close the book store. She received small smiles and nods from the mall staff as they locked doors and unfolded security gates. Some of the people she had spoken to before, and some she had only seen in passing. Though she returned their pleasantries, inside Faith was fretting. She tried not to worry about her boyfriend or ask where he was under strict orders to go about her day as usual.

She stepped into the evening air as the sun sank, taking the blue from the sky along for the descent. Wisps of white cloud stretched across the pink and violet above. Faith took in a deep breath and walked to the bus stop situated between a movie theatre and a dollar store. She popped her earbuds in and turned on a song that reminded her of Faust; one he wouldn’t like. His music taste had no room for the upbeat indie rock she enjoyed. Still, she smiled when the lyrics reminded her of him.

The scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, and she looked around, finding no culprit. She wondered where the smell came from if nobody was around but soon forgot when the city bus appeared in the distance. It had to make a long trek around the parking lot before it pulled up at the movie theatre. Faith readied her bus card to scan as another cloud of smoke enveloped her senses.

Faith whirled around, and there he was, all black and leather, white teeth clutching the filter of a cigarette. Faust smiled, his words bolting from his mouth as she clamped her arms around him and crushed her face into his chest. The leather and musk brought tears to her eyes. She ripped out her earbuds and tried not to weep.

He hushed her, lifted her off the ground and retreated into the shadowed alley between the theatre and the store. By the time the bus pulled up, Faust had pressed her against the brick wall behind the building.

"Faust. Oh my gosh, where have you been? I was so worried," Faith gasped.

"Sh, don't ask questions, baby." Faust smothered her mouth, holding her thighs around his waist.

"Mm—I love you. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here! I love you so freaking much."

"I know you do," Faust breathed against her lips. "I love you, too, babe."

"Tell me where you've been!"

Faust shook his head and kissed her neck instead. She raked her fingers through his hair, knocking his hood down so she could see him unobstructed.

"Told you... Don't ask... Mmkay?... Stop asking... Just let me... Mm—fuck!"

Faith pulled his pelvis inward with her thighs, rubbing against his crotch and the heavy bullet belt wrapped around his hips. In their cloud of lust, Faust pushed his black jeans down just enough to free his erection.

"Fuck, I love your little skirts. Makes it so easy," Faust murmured.

The thought of Faust showing up disquieted her, but his lips on her skin and his desire thwarted these anxieties for a while. She set aside her questions, happy to have him in her arms again and overcome by arousal. When he stretched her panties aside and pushed into her, they both froze in expressions of excruciating ecstasy. Faust tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Faith clutched his shoulders, already writhing from the intense fulfillment between her legs.

Just as she thought Faust might drop her, he bent his knees and hoisted her higher up on the wall. In his arms, she weighed close to nothing. She missed feeling tiny against him.

"Miss my cock?" He growled in her ear.

"Yes, baby. Oh my gosh, of course, I missed it. I missed my big man."

"Yeah? Fuck, I miss my little pussy," Faust breathed. "Mm, show me those gorgeous tits."

Faith unbuttoned her work polo and stretched the collar down around her breasts for Faust to bury his face. Though there wasn't an abundance of flesh to lose himself in, Faust shivered from the first taste of her nipples. With muted groans of pleasure, he rammed into her until Faith could no longer contain her cries, unaccustomed to his girth. Faust absorbed her whimpers with his mouth, coaxing her tongue until she only hummed.

He felt ferocious from the last twenty-four hours. If he could make Faith scream without drawing attention, Faust would have slammed her into the wall and fucked her until she shredded her vocal cords. He had to keep a low profile. Even visiting Faith was a considerable risk, but one he relished taking as she clamped her thighs and rutted against him.

He supported her ass in both hands and shifted off the wall to fuck her standing up. While he took her this way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered, whispering, "yes, fuck my pussy hard, big boy. Oh, I love that big cock inside me."

Faust unhooked and held her out so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every bounce. "You still taking your birth control? I'm gonna fucking bust so hard inside you, baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, do it. Fill my pussy, please. I want your cum."

Her dirty talk and sweet sobs for his cock pushed him over the edge. He cradled her head as he pushed her against the wall and throbbed between her legs until empty. Faust pulled out and immediately turned her around and bent her over to watch globs of fresh cum dripping from her wet slit. He used one finger to push some of it back inside and had her suck off the rest. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and compressed her against the wall, one hand over her mouth while the other worked her clit in gentle circles. Faust didn't stop until she squealed and shuddered against him, muffled in his jacket and writhing from the manual orgasm.

When Faith calmed down, he released her and stepped away, pulling a cigarette from the squished pack in his jacket pocket. The lighter's flame created an orange halo around his face and promptly died. He smoked like nothing had happened while she fixed her skirt, buttoned her polo and zipped up her coat.

Faith smiled up at her lover, the night blotting out most of his features.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

"Not for long," Faust exhaled.

Her heart quivered. "Wait, what?"

"I gotta go back."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"What? No! But... You just got back," said Faith.

Faust shrugged, his leather jacket speaking for him. The evening matured, consuming the details of her hurt expression until the streetlamps along the road came to life.

"Why did you come here?"

Faust took one last long haul off his cigarette and flicked it down the alleyway. "Listen to me, Faith... You need to quit asking questions. I'm serious. The more questions you ask, the worse it'll be. And you and I did not see each other tonight. As far as you know, I'm on tour. Understand?"

"Yes," Faith said to appease him.

"I want to stay, trust me. But I can't. You know why. All the answers you want, you already have. Don't keep bugging, don't mention it ever again."

"I want to go with you," she whispered.

"No. You stay. Go to your classes, go to work, go visit your parents. Everything normal. And I don't want you moping around either. You put on that pretty smile, and you pretend for me. I'll call you in a couple of weeks before the last show and arrange a way for you to get there."

"What do you mean you’ll call in couple of weeks?" Faith whined. “What about goodnights?”

"I don't have a phone anymore."

"Why—? Oh, um... Okay. I understand."

Faust gathered the girl up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. I love you, and I miss you."

"I love you, too."

He tipped her face up and sensed tears forming in her eyes. Faust shook his head. "No crying. We'll see each other very soon. Just a couple more weeks."

"I know," she sighed.

"I love you more than anything, Faith. Now, go catch your bus. Should be here in a few minutes."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm on tour. I'm not even here," he explained.

Faust kissed her again, smoothed his hands over her shoulders and turned her to face the bus stop. He urged her along. "No looking back. Hop on the bus and go do your schoolwork."

"Okay," she said, determined to make him proud. Faith walked out of the shadows and into the lamplight hovering over the depot. Across the lot, the city bus pulled in, and though she longed to turn around to see Faust watching over her, she kept her eyes forward and waited. When the bus pulled up, and the doors drew back, she stepped onto the platform and smiled at the driver as she scanned her pass. Faith took a seat in the back and put in her earbuds. She searched through a list of bands and selected the only one whose logo was illegible. As she pressed play, she listened to the immediate assault of the drums, their constant and violent beat. Faith smiled—warm in her chest and between her legs.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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🌸⛅🥊💋💖🏥 for Ramsay boy 😏 (sorry if it's too much, lol, I don't know if I can send several at the same time, you can just choose one, I just really liked these 😅😅)

(oh my, this is a lot! tho tbf I didn’t give a limit! 😂 okay, putting this under a cut bc its a long boi)

🌸 Kissing

Ramsay kisses you like he wants to steal your breath. It’s always so sudden, so rough, and he brings you close to him like you might run away. It’s crushing, really, so you have to push him back and breathlessly tell him to slow down.

... Does he listen? Not really.

You usually end up pressed against his firm chest and the cold wall, holding onto him as he bites at your lips and eagerly takes your lips. He’s just as breathless as you as he bites and kisses down your neck, and you wonder what’s gotten into him this time.

In bed, it’s just as desperate, but he’ll leave hickeys and rough kisses across your neck, breasts and thighs. He’ll bite where he pleases, even drawing blood if that makes you cry out and gasp louder.

If you sleepily give him a chaste kiss in the morning, or a sudden one on his cheek in the day, he isn’t sure what to make of it. He’ll try to initiate something deeper sometimes, but other days, he looks at you with those intense eyes, trying to puzzle you out.

⛅ Sunset

Dreary as the Dreadfort was, it was still a proper castle, and you could climb to the top of the ramparts to watch the sunset, like you used to do at your old home. When you first married Ramsay, it was one of your many escapes. You hid in one of the older parts that was crumbling and wasn’t guarded well. You could disappear for hours up here.

Ramsay ended up finding your little hiding spot, though by that point, you had learned to handle him and live with him. He didn’t understand the appeal of just sitting still and watching a sunset. He was more interested in watching you.

He used to say and do things just to upset you, to annoy you, to make you cry or scream, but you never rewarded his behavior with a response. He hated when you would ignore him, and when your attention was taken away by a sunset, he became agitated and impatient.

“Just go back to the hall, Ramsay. I’ll be there shortly for dinner.” Gods, he was so stubborn, but you wouldn’t let him take this from you.

Finally, you lost your patience and took his hand. You command him to sit and put his head in your lap. He was confused, but finally obeyed. Like a spoiled child - maybe dog was a more accurate word - he was content to sit there while you pet his hair and freely watched the sky again. You can’t believe it worked.

Sometimes that didn’t work, and he brought his bow up to shoot targets he set up below. You weren’t sure when he did that. It was hard not to be impressed with his skill, especially considering how far away they were, and he was always pleased when you paid attention to his abilities.

🥊 Exercise/Workout

You already know the sort of things he gets up to in the forest, and you’ll have no part of it. As a result of his wild upbringing and those “hunting trips”, he’s very fit and athletic. Ramsay has a lot of energy, you learned. Not even the rain and snow will keep him cooped up.

He would be so insistent on teaching you how to use a bow. If you already knew, he’d be delighted, demanding you show him and hunt with him. But if you didn’t ... You’d find yourself in the middle of several private lessons that were almost impossible to squirrel away from. Ramsay would stand behind you, giving you surprisingly clear instructions as you learned to notch arrows and aim just right. He’d even have a bow made for your size and strength.

A good way to keep Ramsay in good spirits was to endure the lessons and shoot with him. He preferred you to kill something, like a rabbit, but shooting targets was fine enough, especially as you began to improve.

Roose didn’t think a lady should learn such things, but you were keeping his bastard out of his hair, so he didn’t complain.

💋 Intimacy

He is rough and there’s rarely a reprieve from that. He always holds you a little too tight, kisses a little too hard, leaves one too many marks along your neck and collarbone. It doesn’t help that he has the energy level of a terrier, so he wants to keep going well after your legs are jelly.

It surprised you how close he wanted you, how he wanted your hands on him - he’d put them there himself if he had to. He’d want you to kiss him back, to bite him, drag your nails down his back until he bleeds. Almost like with the kissing, it was like he worried you’d just disappear into the air if he let you go for a moment.

His favorite is when you’re facing him or in his lap, so he can trap you and keep you from squirming away. He doesn’t care about children or heirs, so if you don’t want him finishing inside you, he’ll listen and do it elsewhere which is fine because he likes to lick it off you.

When you try to slow him down, try to be a little more tender, it confuses him. He gets an uncomfortable knot in his stomach, and he wonders what to do. When you hold his face gently, or brush his hair away from his sweaty brow, or gently apologize for the bright red scratches you left on him... He doesn’t know what to do. It isn’t familiar... It isn’t bad, but ...

The nights you’re most in control is when he’s utterly exhausted, totally physically spent, but still insists on being intimate with you. That’s when you can push him on his back and tell him what you want, and he’ll go along, too intrigued and tired to argue with you.

💖 Pregnancy

No surprise, Ramsay doesn’t heed his father at all when Roose goes on about producing an heir. Seven hells, he’s only a lord in title, it’s you and Roose who are doing a majority of running the Dreadfort. Roose often directed his frustrations at you - should you fail to do your duty as a proper wife, he’d find a way for you to be ... replaced.

It’s not like it was difficult to end up with child, given how often Ramsay wanted you. It happened, and when you told him, he was confused for only a moment. Ramsay simply shrugged, saying his father would finally stop bothering the two of you about it. So that was that.

He continued to not think much about it, but then you became tired. You were so tired, so fatigued, and often forgetful. You had even less patience for his shenanigans, and when he went looking for you, a handmaiden would inform him that you retired early. As you began to show, and your fatigue increased, Ramsay finally began to accept the reality. He still didn’t think much of what it meant, he thought of it more as “Y/N will be back to her regular self once that damn pup is out of her.”

(Honestly, he had so little parental love growing up, the entire idea of parenthood and children was just ... foreign. Something he couldn’t imagine.)

Ramsay hates seeing you in distress and pain. He doesn’t understand it, and it angers him that he has these feelings, but it’s true. So when you begin to really get along in the third trimester, he frightens the servants and handmaidens into making you completely comfortable, not upsetting you, walking and talking quietly, getting you whatever you need. He’d busy himself with even more hunting, getting food you especially liked, making sure it was totally cooked so the smell wouldn’t make you sick.

Roose was surprised, but pleased. At one point he made a cold, off-hand comment about how you could die in childbirth - but as long as you had a son, it didn’t matter. Ramsay turned on him so quickly, a guard almost stepped between them. Roose blinked, unaffected, but made a mental note to ensure the maester had all the tools and supplies he needed.

🏥 Taking Care of Injuries

As stated before, Ramsay hates you being hurt. He hates that he hates this. Sometimes it makes him so angry, he has to walk away. He doesn’t understand the sick feeling he gets when you’re hurt.

The first time you cried, he was startled. For all the times he tried to do it himself, it happened when you took a bad fall from your horse. The maester was tying your ankle, worried it was broken, and you were quietly crying as he wrapped it. Ramsay was so upset, he barked at the maester to move and did it himself.

Ramsay is very adept at first aid, actually. He has steady hands to sew up injuries, he knows how to disinfect and change out bandages or stitches. It helped keep his victims alive, after all.

When your hands were blistered from all the archery lessons, he took them in his rough, totally calloused hands and carefully popped the blisters. You flinched and tears sprang to your eyes, and he fought back the angry bile in his throat as he patiently cleaned them and bandaged them.

Now that you thought about it, tending to your wounds was the only time Ramsay sat still and quiet.

When you pricked your finger badly from a sewing needle or a small knife, he’d hear your quiet curse and instantly go to your side. Ramsay just had to take your finger in his mouth. He always did, looking at you with those mischievous blue eyes the whole time.

Whenever you have a bruise from something silly, like hitting a piece of furniture, he likes to press on it. He likes the discoloration on your skin, but he doesn’t like the frown you give him. So he kisses it, playing at being sweet, only to kiss up the rest of your body and take you in a needy kiss.

#ramsay snow x reader #ramsay bolton x reader #libra headcanons #whew! That was a long boy

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spacenintendogs · 5 years ago

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Let’s try this again, this time with me reading things through all of the way 😂 slam those Fox McCloud opinions on me! 🔥

aight we can do your boi asfngnrg

now, I've already said in the past that i’m not the biggest fan of sf assault fox bc out of all of them, he’s probably the most bland character in the whole game and my least fave version of fox (but I do like the fact he has the brown tips on his ears.... great design choice bring it bACK Nintendo)

now, I suppose I should balance this out and talk abt my fave fox, but the thing is I've got two faves: zero/starlink fox and itoh fox. but i'm going to talk abt zero/starlink fox for now, mostly starlink bc he's definitely my number one fave fox atm, and idk if that's... common? ik some ppl who don't like starlink's star fox plotline, at least with the base game (dlc makes it better) but it's usually bc of what wolf is doing. i don't see much talk abt fox, and that's a shame bc he's something ubisoft got 100% nailed for me.

I draw fox’s zero/starlink design the most, mostly bc it is easier for me to draw and... he’s one of my faves lol. ik ppl who don’t like fox being a good boy scout but personally I like the idea of a mercenary who doesn’t always take a job at the expense of it being immoral, it’s interesting for conflict purposes and it feeds into fox’s apparent self sacrificing idiocy and him having a hero-complex. and in zero, yes fox is on the side with the good guys, but would he have even reformed star fox if andross hadn't killed james? would he have gone all he way through academy and simply been a cornerian solider/pilot, if he wasn't so bent on defeating andross which would yes, save the lylat system, but also avenge his father? but starlink, they way he’s written makes me have heart eyes every single time I adore him in starlink, THAT’S a good fox right there.

I love mike west’s voice for him, I really really do, more than jay zieja, who voiced fox in the battle begins. mike west’s voice, especially in starlink and zero, has this sort of arrogance to him, like “fuck yeah i’m fox mccloud” and I loooove how sharp his voice is, plus it’s a lower register, not a deep voice, but it’s a nice, sharp baritone, and I think it rlly suits fox and how he carries himself. the way he walks in starlink with his head up high, if he’s got confidence issues he’s faking it until he makes it. his voice is why I can never take any art or fanfics portraying fox as an “uwu soft babey uke (fuck I hate that word) boi” seriously, ever. please think abt any of that stuff, if you’ve seen it, and imagine whatever fox is saying in the art or the fic in mike west’s voice for him.

but starlink fox... he’d punch me in the face and i’d thank him tbh.

fox not too long after they all get shot down and one of the first things he says is "gotta find the boys" HE CARES!!! HE LOVES HIS TEAM!!!! HE LOVES HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS AND HE LOVES HIS ADOPTIVE FATHER!!!!

and starlink fox has this aura of chill abt him, like, him saying "it was kinda funny" after peppy made a dad joke, and then later when slippy makes the comment abt peppy being a hotshot "back in the day" and peppy says "HEY!!" and fox LAUGHS!!! WOW GOOD MOMENTS TY UBISOFT FOR THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT: FOX MCCLOUD HAS A BAD SENSE OF HUMOR. PERFECT also just?? more fox mccloud laughing pls?? i also thought the jokes were funny bc i also have a bad sense of humor bIJJjjaw

or fox's exasperated "becoming more like yer father, i know" god he's TIRED of that shit. but he can't be mad abt it, he can't be mad at peppy abt it bc yeah, he gets it, but the way he says "i know" so disappointed like...

also starlink fox saying his homeplanet/birth planet is papetoon, god bless america.

also just look at him:

he's an absolute lad and i adore him with every fiber of my being. he is the fox mccloud i was introduced with, and he will always be my fox mccloud.

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i read ur tag about how people don't read ur evak headcanons but im new here and would love the shit out of them

sorry this took ages because it’s a lot to collect from a lot of places, but like. it’s not that they don’t read them. it’s that when i tell them they tell me to stop (probably bc it’s emotionalé :P)

but i usually send headcanons to sunny, anki and faiza!!! (and a couple of others on twitter but that was between seasons mostly lol)

read under break!!

1. pianist!isak

when isak was younger, he played the piano. he took classes, he understood the instrument, he felt the music flowing through his fingers and into the air, an echo from his very soul. he could switch it up and he could make a happy song sad.

then, people started to comment on how gay it all was. he started to panic and put the piano lid down, never to touch it again.

his father moved out, brought the piano with him, and isak never really cared. he could skateboard instead, hang out with jonas and play video games instead. jonas tried to ask once, “what’s up with you never playing the piano anymore?” but isak shuts him down easily with “it’s boring and i hate it”. they never touch on the subject again.

years later, when even and isak are out travelling, isak finds a public piano. he gravitates too it and even says something about “no, let it be, it’s not a toy, love,” but isak doesn’t care-- doesn’t listen. he hasn’t touched a piano since-- well-- since he stopped playing. he has, however, missed the piano so much. he missed the control he had. god knows he can’t sing to save his own life, but the piano? that’s something he can do.

he goes there, and does the thing, leaving even and the crowd speechless. who could’ve guessed, that the young man in trainers and snapback could do that?

even shines with pride, he hugs isak tightly when he’s finished and kisses him, and tells everyone to “look at my boyfriend!!! isn’t he fantastic? amazing? absolutely perfect?”

2. even + the balloon squad, growing up

okay so, this one was with faiza. remember the handshake in the hei briskeby video?

even was there when it became a thing. he was there for a long time. they knew each other for a long time, in fact.

so i couldn’t stop thinking about all !! the !! events !! they have shared, all the things they remember doing together, all the things they grew up doing together. such as:

at the bakkoush' it was not uncommon for many years to see the boys pretend wrestling and hugging and racing the house. when the boys were really small they used to run outside on various branches pretending to play quidditch and even could recite his favourite parts by heart and mikael too

about painting nails

imagine even and mikael and yousef painting their nails together for the first time and they spill probably on sana's favourite shirt and they're super sorry and sana is like UGH YOU CAN'T EVEN PAINT YOUR NAILS PROPERLY ALRIGHT LET ME DO IT SO YOU DON'T SPILL IT ALL OVER THE PLACE and they're like YES PLEASE SANA HELP US

faiza added:

SHE WOULD HELP THEM DO IT LIKE LOOK BOYS "THIS IS THE TRICK"

i continued

and then they can't stop showing elias and mutasim and mama and papa bakkoush their nails and they keep complimenting sana's skills like "we ruined her shirt" "were so sorry :(" "but she helped us with the nails and LOOK LOOK!!!" and mutasim is probably like "looking good bros" and mama bakkoush goes "very nice boys, ooo look at that colour even!! it really brings out your eyes" and even literally shines up and sana is like ughhhhh these boys can't do shit

about biking

imagine them biking and racing each other and then like. elias falls and scrapes his knees and it Really Hurts and the boys are like oh No and try to help him and they get Elias back home and nobody's home and Yousef is like. "Well, first we need to clean it" and Elias tries to Be Cool but his eyes sting when they help cleaning the cuts and Sana comes home and Elias is crying in the bathroom with all the boys, Muta probably tries to calm the situation but Sana is like WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER and they're like "no no he fell when we were biking" and Sana puffs out some air and takes the charge and she calls their dad to get help over the phone and then they help Elias to his bed to lie down and they're all So Concerned but by the next week they're at it again, biking down the streets because it's what they do

If they were really young when they met imagine them learning how to bike 😭😭😭

about harry potter nerding

(imagine that, a preteen even is sitting on his bed, his legs crossed and he tries to do magic like they do in harry potter, and he tries to magically make sure his friends are okay before he goes to bed every night, and later, when he doesn't understand why he's starting to loose interest in things and feel endlessly sad all the time, he puts a hand to his heart and whispers lumos, because once, when he was crying because someone had been mean to him, mikael tried to cheer him up by putting his hand on even's heart and said lumos with a small smile, saying that now his heart should feel lightened)

faiza added:

all the boys having / a harry potter marathon / though /those are what nights are made for

i continued:

And Even and Mikael battling about who knows the most trivia / Yousef is always the one butting in about "but that's not how it is in the books" but even just laughs and says "its a movie, they can't have everything in it" and mikael just nods enthusiastically and they both sigh and blows out a wish about how they want to be a director one day

3. random evak headcanons

i sent this to anki, for example:

imagine when they're like 30, even blows out a sigh in the car and wishfully says something about wishing to have a motorcycle and just,,, couple of months later, isak has bought him a motorcycle and (if the license for motorcycle doesn't come with the regular driving license as it used to in Sweden in like the seventies or smth) he takes the license with even, and then they go on a trip somewhere ;nnnn;

and we’ve talked about isak’s sleeping problems too. here’s the convo:

me:

okay, but like. i can't fall asleep. so im thinking about isak not being able to fall asleep. and that makes me just Upset

anki:

it's gotten a lot better now that he gets to sleep next to even every night. but sometimes, the thoughts still creep up on him, making it impossible for him to fall asleep and then he tosses and turns around in bed, kicking the bed linen off himself, then covers himself up again because he freezes and even wakes up from it, whispers a "can't sleep?" all groggy and isak nods, cuddles closer to even and takes a breath. one, two, three, four. tries to calm himself down. even's hands hold isak's, firmly but soft. "i'm here" even whispers and isak breathes out again. one two three four

anki:

and even doesn't force isak to tell him all his thoughts, if isak wanted to he'd tell him, and that makes isak calm down even more, he's getting a lil sleepier still not sleepy enough to actually fall asleep but at least he's napping a little

me:

even notices the difference immediately. isak's response time slows down, his words get bundled together before they leave his mouth, his gaze is glassy and far-away, and sometimes, it feels like he's speaking to a ghost.

even tries to do a lot of things for isak. but he knows this isn't something he just can't. fix. much like how isak can't fix /him/. but that doesn't mean he doesn't try.

he lets isak rest against his chest because the even's heartbeats makes it easier for isak to find some peace.

he lets isak gaze off mid-conversation, and easily gets him back to track when isak blinks a couple of times to find himself in the present.

he helps isak find someone to talk to-- a professional-- and he hates to see how it doesn't get any better. it's not that it's getting worse per se, but isak feels a lot worse (which makes even feel much worse) because he got his hopes up. instead he's just. a walking zombie sometimes.

one day on the weekend, even wakes up to isak softly snoring. he rolls off the bed, gently, to make some breakfast. and when he gets back to their bedroom, he can see the absolute terror in isak's eyes.

"what's wrong" he asks, and he's starting to panic.

it takes a while-- most of this part of the memory is locked behind a door in even's mind, but later when isak comes back from another doctor's appointment, he learns that it's called sleep paralysis.

"i saw monsters," isak tells him quietly, and even can see isak's hand shaking a little. "i thought i was going to die."

even doesn't know what to say. he recognises the feeling-- from the monster inside his own head that sometimes visits him and overstays its welcome. when he wakes up one day, feeling the depression slowly dissipate, he tends to think, "i thought i was going to die" too.

he holds isak tightly instead, and doesn't really say anything. but isak hugs him back tighter (but much weaker than he would've a month ago) and he knows that they'll get through this.

and i’ve talked to both anki and sunny about pokémon go and the boy sqad so...

since even is a '97 there's no reason for him not to be completely hyped up about pokemon go. like. magnus is like lowkey, jonas is probably more with even on this and mahdi and isak are like ?? but even and jonas definitely drags them all around oslo, trying to catch the fucking digital creatures and nearly screams when a Rare appears on their nearby list.

guess who gasped when gen2 was released? even.

guess who groaned? isak.

but it's actually quite useful, isak finds, for when even is getting restless and can't sleep. isak suggests, "let's see if there's any new pokémon, shall we?" and out they go. for half an hour, an hour-- maybe two hours late at night, just strolling and trying to get them. when they get back home, even finally manages to fall asleep, and isak is holding him tightly, muttering about "guess im not the only nerd in this relationship," before he too falls asleep.

what they’re scared of:

what even is scared of:

being alone for too long, being left, being lost at an unfamiliar place, breaking something he's gotten as a gift, forgetting important dates, losing someone he loves, baring his soul, of himself when something feels Wrong but still not really wrong at all, making mistakes

what isak is scared of:

being left, dark and small spaces, getting bad grades, Weird Insects™, hurting someone he cares about,

(spiders especially:

me: so i totally think isak would be scared of spiders and literally shriek when he sees one this summer and jumps up on a chair calling for even to come save him and even is like..... mate It's our roommate Bengt or smth

And isak is like no take it outside!!!! and then when Bengt has been let out to live its spidery life even just gently teases isak a little and isak is like no this didn't happen idk what you're talking about WHERE'S YOUR PROOF

anki: "I'm the master of liking spiders. they're so very...... nice"

me: "especially their..... legs?"

anki: "they have like....... eight legs don't you think that's......................... A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH"

me: "a little bit too much" is definitely said with a squeak)

and

whatever you do absolutely do not think about the squads having a movie night at evak's place and isak falls asleep on even's shoulder, and even lets him sleep there for a while, even though he notices how isak starts to drool all over him, and when the movie is over the squads fall quiet because-- wow isak really is the softest boy around even???? and even just gestures them to be quiet and carries isak over to their bed and isak wakes up a bit, asking if the movie is over and if it was any good and he's sorry he fell asleep and please tell everyone good night from me and that i love my friends

and even does that, and when he comes back to bed isak is fast asleep again and he was honestly just going to lie close to isak for a while before cleaning up the plates and bowls for snacks they've used but he falls asleep to, holding isak closely and hearing his boy's deep breathing.

when he wakes up, in the middle of the night however, isak has managed to turn the tables and he's being held by isak again. he doesn't mind, even if isak has started drooling on his neck again

about even’s first movie being about isak:

me:

do you ever think abt even making his first movie and it isn't directly about isak but it's about his /love/ for isak and when isak watches it for the first time he is a sobbing mess

anki:

also the credits just begin with "for you" without putting a name in there and isak just SOBS AND SOBS AND SOBS

evak + snowboarding

next winter even definitely takes isak out for some snowboarding but isak is definitely hopeless at it and isak can be heard muttering about "is it even normal to want to be this high up on a fucking mountain and wanting to race down this shit on a fucking snowboard"

u know when u eaten spicy food and u wake up feeling hangover the next day? (i don’t but my apparently this is a thing lmao)

one day even makes the food too spicy but isak really wants to prove him he's Tough(TM) and eats it all and tries not to complain or show he's suffering and the next day isak wakes up feeling like he's hungover because there was so much salt and seasoning and shit that his body is like. mate. water pls.even laughs as he hands isak a waterbottle.

this summer evak moment we won’t see:

one day this summer, even will wake isak up at like 9am and be like "we're going to the beach today yes we aaaaree" and isak is like, tiredly, "we are?" and even is like YEP GET UP YOU LAZY BOY and the breakfast is in the table for isak when he has finally managed to roll out of bed and when he enters the kitchen isak opens the freezer bc "it's too hot even I can't live like this" and even closes the freezer bc "we have food in there isak, please" and then they get to the beach and isak rolls out the blanket or the towel and literally slumps down and falls asleep again, only to wake up to even touches his legs with.... something??? and isak squeaks "what are you DOING" and even stops for a second before he says "you need sun protection my pale boy, or do you want to turn into Donald trump?"

and then even plays some music on his phone, probably nas bc why not, and then isak wakes up again and is like "I need water NOW im BURNING" and they race into the water laughing and tripping and then they probably kiss in the water and isak challenges even into another hold your breath under the water competition and isak is so so grumpy that he never wins that shit

like there’s a lot? of shit i’ve shared? like ?? i can’t go through everything im sorry ;n;

this is a fkn mess, im so so so so sorry

and i’ve shared tonnes of headcanons with sunny amongst others, like. it’s impossible to mention all of them rip

also this is super not in order we’ve spoken about them?? and they’re like. sometimes in swedish and sometimes in english it’s? a mess honestly? and like. all of the above is basicaly copy paste bc im too lazy trying to make sense hahhahaa sorr,y

#. en jävligt lång post #anonymous #owlpost

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