#i am making the most gross noises too

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Apologies to everyone waiting on the new chapter of TMWYH I have been SO ill since like Saturday, I've literally spent the last 2 days in bed, and I'm still super gross and congested 😭😭

But I've also just reread what I've already written and ngl it suckkkks like it's so underdeveloped and ooc and just crap, idk if it's the cold fuge or what but it needs a complete overhaul so I'm basically starting again with it lkgjldfkgjdf sorry nerds!!

[tickettride]

I know you're hurting || B.C.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

pairing is benny cross x f!reader

in which you have no choice but to call benny after being stabbed, even though he's just supposed to be a memory. it was raining when you met him, and it's raining again when he almost loses you. or are those tears in his eyes?

word count: 1,9k

warnings: a lot of blood, angst and panic, mentions of death and hospital, probably a few mistakes

A/N: in a love/hate relationship with this one, but I really wanted to post something here. and look at those eyes? am I strong enough to resist such pathetic eyes? I’m afraid not :/

You had never believed in fate and luck until then. Those were just concepts invented by humans to make others feel less alone. The bikeriders club had imploded, and that was it. The reasons weren’t linked to destiny, just to a few guys looking for trouble. Delusion would lead you nowhere.

But then, why did it have to be you with that hole in your abdomen? 

The question sent you to your knees, breathing heavily in agony. The knife was at your feet, lying in a puddle of blood. Your blood. You had managed to remove it from your stomach with a scream, and now it felt as though it had drained all your energy. 

Your body screamed to lay down and take it easy, but you couldn’t. You had to call someone, anyone, to get some help. A face flashed in your mind, and it made you cry even harder. God, you had no choice. Your parents would kill you, and none of your friends were in town. The few people who had walked by the store—fate had decided they would arrive that that very moment when you were so close to death—had run away in terror, and you were still waiting for someone to get you out of this horror.

So you didn’t think twice. Hoisting yourself painfully, one of your hands pressed hard against your wound as the other reached out for the counter. Within the next minute, you were standing, mustering all your strength to get to that damn phone behind the cash register. 

A small noise escaped your throat when you stepped across the cashier, his eyes forever fixed on the ceiling. You briefly wondered if he had seen your terrified face before getting shot.

The two young men had startled you at first, but you hadn’t thought for one second that they would panic after trying to rob Mickey and stab you to keep your mouth shut forever. 

You swore you knew one of them from school. 

Nearly falling against the wall, you finally managed to take the phone and dial the number you couldn’t forget. He had given it to you on the day you met, his eyelashes wet and dark from the rain.

“In case you need me,” he had explained, the number written on a clean napkin. “Ask for Benny.”

You’d never had the opportunity to call until then. Not when he had been there to protect you. A creep getting a bit too close to you? You just had to meet Benny’s eyes. You had never realized how lucky you had truly been back then. 

The ringing stopped and turned into a buzzing silence. You prayed hard to hear Benny’s voice, but you weren’t lucky. 

“Who’s this?” 

You took a shaky breath, trying hard to keep hope. If Benny wasn’t the one on the other side of the line, then he was surely playing cards or smoking outside. That’s where he spent most of his days—now fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to lead him far away from you on that very day. Would it?

You gave the man your name, only then realizing you were talking to Cal. You hadn’t heard his voice in forever. 

“You’re hurt?” Cal asked, his tone filled with worry. 

“Um-hum,” you replied hesitantly, glancing at the door to make sure no one was coming in. You couldn’t risk him coming to get you. Cal would take at least three guys with him, and the outcome would be bloodier. “I’m fine. Is… is Benny around? I need to talk to him.”

Your vision grew hazy. And the hand holding your stomach felt so wet, so gross. The longer you waited for an answer, the further the panic spread through you. 

“I think so, yeah," Cal mumbled.

And after what felt like forever, Benny said your name. The world rolled off his tongue so beautifully that you couldn’t help but let out a sob of relief, your head thudding against the wall. This fucking man. 

“Hey,” you sounded bashful, so ashamed he was the only person you could reach. 

“Cal said you sounded weird,” Benny said. “What happened?”

Your heart beat so hard against your ribcage it hurt. Benny and you had broken up two months ago for this exact reason: the danger. You couldn’t bear living in a state of constant fear, anxious that Benny would get hurt, or worse. And Benny… he had told you he wouldn’t change. Couldn’t change. Now you had almost died, and you couldn’t even blame him.

It was just your own misfortune. And now, you felt so guilty for breaking things off when that danger was absolutely everywhere. With or without Benny, you wouldn’t escape it.

“I just wanted to run a few errands, and those guys just… they burst into Mickey's store with a gun. They said they just wanted the money, but they looked so lost."

For a long moment, Benny said nothing. “Are you hurt?”

“They’ve stabbed me,” you blurted, and it felt so odd to say the words out loud. Of course, the city had its fair share of thugs and criminals. They were just not supposed to assault a decent store in the middle of the fucking afternoon. “I’m bleedin’ so bad, Benny. It won’t stop bleedin’. I swear they just had guns comin’ in, but—but the tall one pulled out a knife and—"

“Fuck!” you suddenly heard, causing you to startle and hold the phone away from your ear momentarily. “Don’t move, alright? I’m comin’ to get ya.”

“Um-hum.”

No other response came, and you supposed he had already taken off. You had never doubted Benny would show up in a second for you, wherever you were. After all, he had promised you so on the day he had first kissed you.

And Benny was true to his word. Twenty minutes later, while you were pressing your hands on the wound with all your strength, writhing in pain, he appeared in front of you.

From the quick rising and falling of his chest, you guessed he had run through the store to find you there, in the back alley. Like the first time you spotted him, the raindrops fell graciously over the curve of his nose, making you jealous when they kissed his lips. You hadn’t cared about the rain when you had limped outside, just wanting to get some fresh air and the sight of Mickey’s lifeless body out of your sight.

“I told you not to move,” Benny simply said, no hello or I’ve missed your face.

“I couldn’t stay inside with that stench,” you replied cooly, unable to meet his eyes. 

Silence filled the alley for a short time, when Benny finally noticed the blood seeping out onto your shirt. You watched as his eyes went up to your face again, the blood on the floor and your body delivering him to a sudden chill. You couldn’t hide the pain, the tears, and the dread anymore. You were standing there, bare before him, and there was nothing you could do to pretend. 

“Goddamn. What’d they do to ya?"

Benny came closer to take your wrist, but you stopped him, afraid that he would touch it. “No.”

“Let me see,” he rasped, trying to pry your fingers away from your curled-up hand. 

Your panic only seemed to work him up. He gazed at the wound for a long time, and you could almost see the thoughts behind his eyes. Thinking about how he would find those two guys again and make them pay for laying one finger on you. He would find the same damn knife and make them pay for that look in your eyes, filled with worry.

The red liquid ran quickly into the crevices of your palm. Benny said something, but your heartbeat thrumming in your ears made it hard to listen. All you could feel was the blood on your hand, never faltering.

“I think I’m gonna faint," you slurred, losing all strength in a second.

It took Benny even shorter to leap to you and hold your body against him, his warm scent filling your nostrils.

“Hey, you hear me?” Benny was talking in your ear, his strong arm sweeping beneath your knees and lifting you until you were cradled to his chest. “You’re okay. I’ve got ya.”

His voice was barely loud enough to be heard over the rain pouring down. With your head lolling against his neck, you shakily observed your red hand. Wasn’t it supposed to stop bleeding? Why was it bleeding so damn much? 

The sight was as unsettling as it was sickening, freezing you in morbid fascination. 

“Don’t let me die here, Benny,” you heard yourself mumble, your tears mixing with the raindrops.

You looked up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, rivulets flowing down his cheek. 

“I won’t,” he promised like all the promises he had made back then, and it felt like you were flying, although he was just striding down the alley towards the main street. Your fear was contagious, but not your shame. While you tried hard to ignore the puzzled eyes of the cars driving past you, Benny barely paid them any attention. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Benny snapped you out of your daze, and you realized you were gasping in for a breath, praying they hadn’t ripped something vital inside you. “I know you’re hurtin’.”

The term of endearment made you sniffle hard. Instead of easing the heartache, all it did was break you in pieces again. You wished you could have kissed him right there. Tell him you would do anything to stay alive and give him all the love he needed. Although selfishly, you couldn’t help but love the attention he was giving you.

“We’re gonna get ya taken care of, sweets. You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

A warm kiss was placed on your wet forehead, his mouth lingering for longer than necessary while he battled his instincts and crossed the busy street. Through his affection and the fake determined steps, you could see how terrified he really was. He was just as overwhelmed as you, his features slightly hardening to hide the burgeoning emotions. Benny had lost so many people over the years; you couldn’t be the next one abandoning him.

You almost felt guilty for getting the leather seat of the car wet, but he had softly lowered you before you could say anything and you were hurting too much anyway. You kept your mouth shut as the rain thrashed against the window, and it didn't stop until Benny told you were at the hospital. The smell of it burned your nose, even from inside the car. You didn’t even want to open your eyes.

You hated how dizzy and half-alive you felt, but you hated hospitals even more. 

“Wait,” you stopped Benny before he could get out of the car, and it struck you how upset and frantic he really looked. There was this wetness in his eyes that wouldn’t leave, even when you tried to give him your best reassuring look. 

“I know you can’t stand the place–”

“That’s not it,” you cut him off, and you watched how hard he refrained himself from telling you to fucking hurry. “Can you–can you kiss me? Just in case.”

“You’re not dyin’,” Benny rushed to reply, shaking his head as though the idea was killing him inside. 

"The last thing I saw when he stabbed me was your face. Not my goddamn future or my parents. I saw you,” your voice cracked again. “Please.”

You wished, fervently, that his hands had not cradled your cheek so easily in such an ugly and mundane parking lot. On the few occasions you had allowed yourself to fantasize about the way you would find your Benny again, it had been romantic and beautiful. Not with your hands dripping red, staining his jacket. Not with your wet and sweaty hair glued to your forehead, and the ungraceful whines leaving your mouth when he accidentally touched you where it hurt. 

You clung desperately to his neck, the daze in your mind turning into something less painful. Benny kissed you as if it were the last time, and you sank against his love that came from the pit of his soul, where no one had been able to reach. No one but you. You kissed him back as strongly, one hand clutching his thick, disheveled hair.

“It’s not a goodbye kiss,” Benny warned, glassy eyes set on yours as he shook his head repeatedly. “You hear me? You’re stayin’ with me.”

All you could do was nod as he wiped the hot tear that rolled down your cheek. Fate and all the misfortunes set on your path still made no sense to you, but you supposed it was less scary with Benny on your side. After that kiss, you were certain he wouldn’t leave you ever again. And it wasn’t even delusion.

It started right in the hospital room, where he refused to leave you for more than a minute. You were safe and out of danger—as for now—but Benny wasn’t having any of it.

"I'm stayin'," he kept saying to the nurses, and when he looked back at you with those eyes, you knew he meant it. He would always stay.

[hunnylagoon]

Take Me to War

PT1 Friendly Fire

Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader

A writer, I think is someone who pays attention to the world. We are observers, it is in our nature to be off-putting and turn shallow things deep.

Premise: Your neighbour is becoming increasingly loud and you decide to do something about it.

PT 2 Here!

Two things I hate the most?

My neighbour and New York City.

They shared something in common, they never rest. I liked my quiet life in my small town until I was convinced that all of the greatest writers lived in the city, what a joke. I sold my virtue to move to New York and now my body burned with the shame of not belonging.

I worked as a journalist and in advertisement but it didn't fill the gaping mass that consumed me, I felt like a sellout so I quit to do freelance, and now I feel like even more of a sellout. Freelance is making me think that I hate ghostwriting more than I hate my neighbour and New York City.

It's like you do all of the work and get zero reward but I'm desperate to pay the bills and all that stuff I've been telling myself all my life 'I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me' well, the rich man most certainly had me. I was paid an almost criminal amount of money to pour my soul into art just for it to get stamped beneath a new name and make a gross income six times the size of what I sold it for.

I look for happiness everywhere but I do not find it. I search for it in things everyone seems to pry joy from; I go clubbing, walk in Central Park, and date around, but happiness doesn't seem to exist there for me.

I plead for it in my morning cups of tea with a spoonful of honey, the sunshine glittering in a puddle after a rainstorm, for a brief moment, it flickers in the light of my cinnamon-scented candle. The truth is I am almost comforted by my sadness and it is in my lowest moments that my creations are the most beautiful, it is like I am dead and I despise those who aren't for I enjoy the company of my silence more than anyone I have ever met.

It was my dream for my name to be above 'New York Times Best Selling Author' but instead, it is just my work beneath it and maybe that's why I'm so bitter.

Right now as I am trying to salvage the bits and pieces I was given by a washed-up pop star for her memoir my neighbour is screaming and laughing incoherently in their apartment, it makes me miss living in an actual house.

The noise usually started up when I would finish up my writing and get ready for bed, then it would go all the way through the night. The dumb fucker probably threw parties every single night; my roommate never faced an issue with this as she worked at a club and was usually working when the deafening noises would begin.

I on the other hand who lived in that apartment and worked from that apartment was always cursed to listen to the random thumps and spats of laughter that sounded all through the night. At least once a night when I'm sound asleep, I hear a bang against the wall and each time without fail, I'm brought awake with my heart thumping.

Trust me, I have retaliated.

On occasion when I'm sleep-deprived and at my absolute limit I'll bang on the walls, that only stops the noise for a minute. I've even complained to my landlord and that one week was heaven until it eased back to the clamour that I've almost grown used to.

Almost.

I still hate it.

I'm broken from my thoughts when my phone rings, it vibrates till it's almost at the edge of my desk and I feel for it; don't worry buddy, I wanna jump too. I read the caller ID and I almost wanted to gag, it was a woman from the publishing company who reached out to me and asked me to write Nicole Elliot's novel. Despite wanting to throw my phone against the wall to stop Noemi's constant checkups and get back at my neighbour while I'm at it, I answer the phone "Hey, Noemi!" I glance out the window where the winter sun has long set, leaving nothing but billboards, street lamps and neon signs to light up the New York night. Under the unforgiving lights I can barely make out the gentle snowfall.

"Hey," She draws it out and I can hear in her voice that she is smiling "I know it's a little late, just checking in, how is the draft coming along?" A loud thump sounds against my wall along with intolerant cackling "What's that?"

"Just some street noise," I dismiss "Anyways, the draft is coming along great, I'm a couple thousand words away from finishing it. I will of course send it to you and I would really love it if you could reach out to Nicole and ask for her opinion on it before I carry on with the final copy," I give a middle finger to my wall, even if my neighbour can't see me, it makes me feel a little bit more formidable "I did follow her outline, which was difficult but I think I salvaged it pretty well."

This time there is a yelp from my neighbour and what sounds like someone slamming their hands down onto a table, Noemi thankfully ignores it "You haven't been in touch with Nicole?"

My eyebrows furrow "She hasn't responded to any of my emails and she's been turning down all of our scheduled Zoom calls, so no, I have not been in touch with her."

"Weird," Noemi comments and there is a brief break of silence between us "She's been M.I.A on our end too," I could hear her scribble something down. "So can you get the draft to me by Friday?"

Two days? If I lock myself inside and don't see the sun then I totally can "Absolutely!" I do work better under a deadline.

"Great," She sounds almost relieved "We will hunt down Nicole, it would be nice to get her greenlight with this but whether or not she approves it, she has already signed off and it will be going to print."

"Okay," I fight the urge to respond with 'sick' or 'aight' because I'm an adult now and someone who is masquerading as a professional.

"Sorry, what was that you mentioned about an outline?" Noemi asks, she sounds more confused with each word "I wasn't aware Nicole made any-

She is swiftly cut off by a crash from the other side of my wall, when I say crash I mean it. It sounded like someone just bodied their car into drywall. My eyes went wide as I saw a crack splitting up my once pristine white wall. I hold my phone against my collarbone as I get up and pound my fist against the wall, giving it a kick for extra measure.

"Is everything alright?"

"Certainly," The nice thing about phone calls is that the person on the other end can't see your awkward habits or subtle outbursts (Or neighbours breaking through your shared wall). After I hit the wall, everything went silent for just a second before laughter sounded heavily from multiple people. "Noemi, thank you for sourcing me out to write this, I am really grateful for this opportunity I will send you that draft on Friday." I try to wrap up the call but she speaks up.

"Well, I've read your work and I was very impressed, I trust you will do well with this. Sorry to have called you so late-

"Thanks, have a nice night now!" I'm talking faster than I can even think, the only thing in my head is the fact that my neighbour is slowly deteriorating my wall.

"Wait-

Before Noemi can finish her sentence, I've hung up the phone. I'm leaning back in my cushy office chair, hands gripping my hair as I stare down the newly formed crack in the wall. I don't entirely like to be confrontational, even in school I hated drama, but I was beginning to think it was necessary.

I saved the progress I had made on the memoir and pushed myself up from my desk. I was clad in nothing more than a t-shirt and some plaid pants, it was my writing attire and in the moment I didn't care much to make a good first impression. It was fucking freezing the second I got up from my desk.

The moulding on my bedroom window was broken which allowed the frigid New York air to slip into my room and make me shiver with each breath. At my desk, I would usually have a throw blanket to shroud my freezing body but the moment I discarded it, I felt regret. I almost wanted to wrap myself in it to confront my neighbour but the pyjamas alone didn't help me look tough.

I did however shove my feet into some cow slippers and march right up to their apartment.

Apartment 2D stood in front of me, the pastel blue door making me angrier with every second that I looked at it. I rapped my knuckles on the wood and crossed my arms to stop me from shuddering.

My nerves built up as I slowly heard a door within the apartment shut followed by footsteps leading to the door. I would just ask them politely to quiet down and calmly work on a way to fix the shared wall that they are slowly ruining.

The door opens and staring me down is a woman. I had expected it to be a man to be truthful. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the colour teetered on the verge of auburn and brown. The woman is clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, it's almost parallel to my outfit.

"You need to be quiet," I say the first words that come to mind "And stop assaulting my fucking wall."

She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "Are you apartment 3D?" She asks to which I nod "I knew you would be stopping by soon." She has this sheepish and almost sardonic smile on her face and despite the amusement she's portraying I can see sadness brewing in her green eyes like a storm.

"I don't know what you're doing in there where you are up all night, I don't even have a clue how you sleep and work with all this time to spare to be a nuisance." I say and then swiftly feel the urge to backtrack "I'm sorry, that was a little rude, but mate, I can't sleep or work when you're being loud doing whatever you do."

"Fuck," She mutters looking back into her apartment and then at me "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down."

"What about the wall?"

Her eyes look me up and down, settling on my cow slippers "I'll find someone to fix the wall."

I press my lips tight together, looking dead into her eyes, scraping my brain for something else to say. It was almost like I wanted to fight. I had expected this to be a full-out conversation that ended in yelling but god she was pretty and she was telling me just what I wanted. "Okay."

"Okay?"

I regard her once more with what I assume is a cold glare before ushering back into my apartment and slamming the door behind me, the whole time, my neighbour watches me from her doorway.

That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I'd had in a month.

-

I woke up earlier than I would've liked when my roommate Margot came home from work at 4:56 on the dot. She made sure to slam every single door and cupboard before throwing herself onto her bed in all of her makeup and musty clothes that had to endure whatever happens at a nightclub between the hours of 8 pm and 4 am, which I can't imagine is very clean.

Still, even though I was a little ahead of schedule I fell into my morning routine. It started with ignoring my phone, this was followed by a mug of Bengal spice tea with a teaspoon of honey and a splash of cream.

Sometimes I would curl up on the couch, though it snowed last night and I loved fresh snow. Freshly fallen snow absorbed sound, it was like soundproofing for the earth. There wasn't anything like the rare peace you could find in New York. I figured I would have my morning tea on the fire escape.

My peaceful image was destroyed the second I pried my window open and crawled through I was hit with the intense smell of pot. "Shit," I mutter, instinctively wafting the scent away from my nose.

"Sorry, man," I see my neighbour leaning against the railing of the fire escape, nursing a joint. It hadn't crossed my mind that I shared a level of the fire escape with her, I had never seen her out here but now the smell of weed that drifted through the damaged moulding on my window made sense, I had always assumed it to be Margot.

"Joint for breakfast?" I ask, half-joking. A dusting of powdery snow adorns each step and railing, creating a delicate layer of white that contrasts with the industrial gray of the metal though it looks like my neighbour has pushed all of the snow off the platform.

"Nah, for dinner I guess, it helps me sleep," She's in the same outfit from last night, except her hair is now loose around her face and she threw a hoodie over her tanktop.

I furrow my eyebrows "You've been up all night?" The slight tension from the previous night has dissolved completely.

"Yeah," She says it like it was a stupid question and it partially was but I hadn't stayed up that late since New Year only because I was the designated driver and was in charge of getting everyone home safe. "I don't sleep much, that's probably why I keep you up all night."

I mean, I'd let her keep me up in other ways "Honestly, I've gotten used to it, it's almost like white noise." I try to sympathize even if it isn’t necessarily true.

"Next time I'm loud, you have every right to bang on my door and chew me out." She takes a drag from her joint and I watch as the smoke escapes her lips, her cheeks tinted pink from the cold.

"Good to know," I glance behind her at the open window and all I see are purple LED lights cutting through the darkness of her apartment. "Now I know that we share a fire escape I'll just crawl through your window and yell at you that way," I joke, taking a sip from my snoopy mug.

This makes her laugh in the slightest, she crushes what remains of her joint on the cold railing and tosses the bud into the pot of a dead plant that's covered in snow and has lived on this fire escape long before I moved in; one time I just about removed it but I felt bad, it's like I was evicting it from its rightful home "Feel free."

"Am I allowed to ask why you're up all night breaking the sound barriers?" I ask, pulling my fuzzy robe tighter around my body to fight the bitter air. "Are you the leader of a cult? Would it be better for the world in the long run if I push you right now?"

The corners of her lips curl up into a smile once again "You've figured me out, just know I've got some big plans with Koolaid," She plays into my teasing.

"It was flavour-aid, actually." I don't know why I said that.

"What the fuck is flavour-aid?"

"Koolaid basically," Silence stretches between us "So what do you actually do all night?"

"It's a bit complicated," She says, of course, it was complicated. "I work from home," She couldn't do something normal, she probably did voice acting or ran a podcast or some weird shit like that.

"Sick," Don't worry, I made myself cringe when I said that too "I work from home too."

"Yeah, you said something about work last night, are you in marketing?"

I shake my head "I'm a writer," every time I tell someone that, I feel a twinge of embarrassment. I know it wasn't a noble career like my parents had hounded me over, but it felt noble to me. I had two absent parents and was raised by a pack of wolves, I would devour as much food as fast as I could because I didn't know when I would be eating next. I was far too emotional to be around all of the narcissists who preferred their own faces to my company, the only friend I had was the written word.

Since then I have been serving my soul up to strangers through word documents.

The thought makes me homesick for the arms that did not hold me and I truly expect my neighbour to make a mockery of me, the way others have. The way they've told me 'It's a tough industry but hang in there!' and pat me on the back like I'm a hopeful child clinging to her mother's skirts.

"That's really cool," She smiles while she gazes out to the skyline, I can see her perfect side profile and ski-slope nose "I wanted to be a writer, I thought myself to be a poet, and then I thought myself to be a scientist and wanted to be an astronaut. Now, I'm here."

"Where's here exactly?"

"Working things out, figure it out as I go," She shrugs like she is unsure of her answer.

I think it's beautiful how everything around me has been touched by human hands and carries so much history. For a quick moment, my mind wonders to those who built this building, the calloused hands that crafted the iron railing and now my neighbour who was leaning against it. "What's the end goal with this whole freefall thing?"

"To make it out alive."

"And your name?"

"It's Ellie."

-

That night Ellie stuck to being quiet as she promised. The next night was a different story. I was so close to finishing the draft of Nicole Elliot's memoir and was praying that the deadline would pass with no issue.

However, the noise began again. I was coming around to like Ellie and I didn't want to go yell at her again so I shoved my headphones in and turned up my playlist as loud as I could. There is no song I can blast in my headphones to drown it out.

She did say that the next time I was loud I could come and chew her out, I wouldn't do that; I would just knock on her door and quickly tell her that she was being too loud, and then we would both carry on with our respective work.

I stopped in front of the smooth door and raised my hand to knock. Ellie slips the door open just a crack, when she sees that it's me she opens the door. "Hey, Ellie."

"Hello," She smiles "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She had a very nice smile.

We both know the circumstances of my visit but I spell it out anyway "Dude, you're way too loud, it's disruptive and I'm working under a deadline."

"I know, I'm sorry." She looks genuinely apologetic.

"I don't know any office job that needs you to scream for hours on end," Alright, that blows what could've been a simple visit where she apologizes and I leave, I always had to add on.

"Right, sorry," She carries herself with so much confidence that it is like she is wearing armour made of gold though she has these subtle awkward tendencies of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. "It's hard to explain,"

"Yeah, you've said-

"Do you wanna come and see?"

I'm taken a little aback and for a minute I think this is all a ploy for Ellie to lock me in her her apartment and kill me because she is sick of her neighbour banging on her door "What?"

"Well, you've asked a couple of times and if you have a minute I can show you."

I pause, mauling over her proposal. I think of my laptop on my spruce desk, open to the final pages of the memoir and I make up my mind "Alright, just not too long."

"If you say so," Ellie opens the door wider for me to move past her and then shuts it behind us.

Ellie's apartment is what I had expected from her even though it is surprisingly nice. She has a large L-shaped sofa in the living room adorned with throw blankets and pillows and a huge flatscreen with a coffee table in front of it. The layout is exactly like mine but inverted, her open kitchen has some odd knick-knacks that looked like they belonged on an Amazon must-haves list.

I don't go into her bathroom and the door leading to one of the rooms (What is equivalent to Margot's bedroom) is shut. The apartment itself is pretty sparse aside from little bits and pieces as she only moved in a month prior.

On the left side, I see that purple LED spilling out of what I assume to be her bedroom.

She walks in ahead of me and the second I follow in after her there is one question I have to ask "Ellie, are you a porn-star?" There are entirely too many computers in here. Her desk is set up with one of those fancy triple-screen PCs and she has a laptop placed seemingly randomly on a white loveseat that's pressed against the right wall.

There is one of those galaxy lamps that projects that trippy shit onto your walls and ceiling. The screen of her PC is facing our shared wall and I can see a huge hole where I assume that a loud crash from the other night occurred. Plastered all over the walls are posters from video games and movies, many of which I hadn't seen.

"What?" She sounds nearly offended "No," she grabs a folding chair from the corner of the room and unfolds it beside her black florid office chair. She sits on the folding chair and motions for me to sit in the office chair. "Come, sit."

I hesitantly sit in the chair "Are you going to attack me now?" I ask, getting defensive for no particular reason other than it was in my nature "Because I've read The Outsiders and I'm pretty sure I can fight."

She chuckles "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Because I'd win?"

She furrows her eyebrows but has this look of amusement on her face "Yeah, definitely."

"So what is this?" I motion around at all of her equipment.

Ellie puts one earbud in then hand me the other "Chat," She says, looking dead at the camera clipped onto her PC "This is my neighbour who came to yell at me for being annoying, she has every right."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I'm streaming," She said, clicking something on the screen so it changed, instead showing Ellie and I in front of the camera, I looked absolutely lost next to a rolling chat bar full of jokes that I didn't understand and people saying hello to me.

"So I was right," I turn my attention to Ellie "You are an internet person."

"Yeah, I'm an internet person but you weren't right, I don't do porn."

"Not yet," I shrug "Times are desperate," To this, the chats come in even faster than before. "So do you just sit here all night and scream at people?"

"I play video games and do challenges, sometimes I do just sit here and scream at them."

"That makes so much sense," I say "If there's any job that needs you to be obnoxiously loud and annoying, it's a youtube personality."

"Okay, well-

"So you're like Logan Paul?"

Her eyes go wide "No-

"What explains why your eyes are so bloodshot."

"You are a writer," She says it like it's a fact I wasn't aware of "You are in no place to judge, you probably spend as much time in front of a screen as me."

I nod "I hate to say you're right," My attention shifts to the hole behind me "Can you explain how playing video games put a hole through the wall?"

Ellie looks almost embarrassed, she doesn't say anything in response, instead, she just clicks something to screen share with us in a little box in the corner and then goes into YouTube. She types in 'Ellie Williams falls through wall' My eyebrows furrow as I read it, and she clicks the first video that pops up.

The video starts off strong; Ellie is cackling at something that her friend off-camera is saying, her friend then makes a comment that makes her laugh even harder and she throws herself back in her chair. This act breaks it, you can hear the chair snap beneath the pressure and Ellie just lets it happen as the chair crashes against the wall. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's just put a massive hole into the wall and seconds later you can hear me on the other side banging my hands on the wall. Her eyes go wide and she stares at her friend off-camera, all of the laughter stops abruptly before her friend can't hold it in anymore and erupts in chortles, and the video cuts off.

My hand flies over my mouth to fight back the laughter I so badly want to let out. Ellie and I sit wordlessly, the only sound being donations on the screen and my giggles slipping through. Eventually, I manage to compose myself and look to Ellie, I don't have much to say except for "Oh my god."

A/N: Streamer! Ellie won the poll so here we are. As I was drafting out the other chapters for When I Was Your Girl, I decided that it is most likely to be discontinued unless I do a rewrite which will not be in the near future. I’m not rocking with the plot and there was a lot of mixed feedback, sorry if you were invested I guess, but you have this series to be invested in now!

[angelsknifeprty]

streamer!ellie hcs ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

a/n: this is more focused on ellie and less on ellie x reader but i am for sure gonna follow this up with something else more focused on the both of you >:3

warnings | mentions of weed, the smallest hint towards struggling with eating if you squint

word count: 698

do not buy tlou | ways to help palestine | operation olive branch | keep eyes on sudan | haiti’s history | learn about congo

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ started off posting unlisted videos of her playing games with the stupidest, shittiest editing ever for you and her friends to watch and later decided to give streaming a try

‎ ‧₊˚౨ৎ starts off her twitch channel as a faceless streamer but does a face reveal when she hits a big milestone

‧₊˚౨ৎ has the creeper mini fridge for sure!!

‧₊˚౨ৎ has a ginger cat named garfield that she exclusively calls garfunkel on stream because her viewers made fun of her for garfield being too unoriginal

“guys, what do you mean it’s unoriginal, look at him. that’s literally garfield, the real deal. you’re all haters.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ plays a bunch of different games: minecraft obviously, fortnite, roblox (and argues with kids on there, you can’t tell me any different). also loves fnaf, elder scrolls and resident evil

‧₊˚౨ৎ more on her liking resident evil, i think she’s not super wimpy when it comes to games like that but she HATES the regenerators from the re4 remake (i’m totally not projecting…)

“i am NOT a wimp, but look at their freaky fucking arms!! and they have gross little butts too, that was not a necessary choice for the character design.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ she does find it funny when she kills them and they jiggle as they fall on the ground though

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ i’m throwing it in here that she smokes weed because i simply cannot help myself teehee :P

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she does more chill streams of her eating n stuff as a way of comforting her viewers so they can eat along with her )):

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ and in turn chat always spams her with comments to drink water because that girl survives purely on energy drinks to combat her sleepy girl syndrome

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ abuses the soundboard so heavily, loves using a sound effect of an audience clapping and cheering when she tells the most painfully unfunny joke

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she is ABSOLUTELY a jerma985 fan

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ loves putting her fans on blast and reacting to edits of her on stream and finds it so funny (especially the ones that have the reverb fart noise just randomly slapped in there, she thinks it’s peak humour)

“you guys think i don’t see this stuff? i have eyes everywhere. y’know what though, you guys are actually really talented.”

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ wears stupid t-shirts that say stuff like “i paused my game to be here” (omg i just found one that says “gamers make better lovers, they know all the right buttons” she would absolutely wear that)

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she wears her silly t-shirts with pride and has the audacity to ask chat to rate how hard her fit goes

therealher0brine: BOOOOOO 🍅🍅🍅 0/10

elliebellie69: i beg that you don’t leave the house in that /lh  (╥﹏╥)

gnarpgnarp500: never beating the loser lesbian allegations i fear…

“guys you’re just not seeing the vision, sorry that you’re not this cool.”

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ oh my gosh she is OBSESSED with the little ikea alien, she has multiple of them in her room. she keeps one on her desk and when she sometimes doesn’t know what to say she’ll just hold it up super close to the camera and make incoherent high pitched babbling sounds

smelliams420: omg cancelled you can’t say that dude…

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ gets her viewers to send in clips and she’ll do high try not to laugh streams and fails miserably because she has the dumbest sense of humour ever. she’ll blame it entirely on the herb though as if her reaction wouldn’t be near enough the same when she’s sober

‧₊˚౨ৎ will occasionally play guitar on stream and she’ll sing too if you catch her in the right mood. she’s a bit awkward about it so it doesn’t happen often cuz she hates messing up and always makes a way bigger deal about it than necessary

“fuck- no wait, i was just messing with you. that fuck up was on purpose, shut up,” and her cheeks are flushed bright red as she tries to brush it off and compose herself before trying again

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ loves to get sidetracked and info dumps about stuff she is far too knowledgeable on

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ in conclusion, loser ellie supremacy

a/n: raghhh i love streamer els with my whole heart !!! i’m gonna eat her (˶˃⤙˂˶) anyways i hope you enjoyed, k bye mwah! >3< ♡

[learnyouabiology]

Fun Fact: Hognose snakes are dramatic lil guys!

I am particularly fond of the snakes known as hognose snakes, and my reasons are both understandable and correct.

This is a hognose snake:

(They received their name by having the sweetest lil snoot to ever require a boop – image source)

They use these adorable snoots to burrow under sandy soil using a sort of nuzzle-y motion. They then use these burrows as a place to sleep at night, hibernate in the winter, and lay their eggs. 

(you could say they’re into... the Underground Scene! ...ok yeah i’ll show myself out – image source)

Plus, they come in a variety of delightful colours!

We've got brown! Beige! Yellow! Black! Red! Orange! Tan! Kinda greenish! Orange again!

(pretty sneks! – Here’s all the image sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

And, to be clear, the snakes pictured above are wild snakes. No selective breeding by humans in these noodly bois! At least, not in these specific individuals. probably. I guess a few of them could be escapees... 

But most importantly: These snakes know the true meaning of DRAMA

Hognose snakes are actors, first and foremost. When they feel threatened, the first thing they do is puff out their neck into a hood. 

(like cobras, this hood is made by FLEXING THEIR NECK RIBS. which: gross – image source x)

This superficially makes them look like a cobra, but what they’re actually trying to do is make themselves seem bigger, and therefore scarier. Possibly those dark spots on their neck helps with that! 

Any resemblance to real-life Eurasian cobras, real or fictional, is purely coincidental

Also, it makes its mouth do this:

(Snakes that SCREAAAAAAAM. – image source)

honestly, if I didn’t already know that hognose snakes were harmless, this would ABSOLUTELY make me leave it the hell alone 

But if all of that^ is unsuccessful at scaring away the predator, the hognose snake pulls its signature move: playing dead

If you think that is a lame signature move, then you are wrong, because hognose snakes put EVERYTHING into their performance and I love them for it.

(they’re serious, they’ll do it!  – image source)

((I’m actually going to stick the rest of this under a read-more, bc the pictures of the alive-and-physically-fine hognose snakes do kind of look like a legitimately-dead hognose snake, if you don’t know what to look for. 

So, uh: cw for a snake being too good at pretending to be dead))

Behold: a series of completely healthy, unharmed snakes!!!

(to help with their self-esteem, we ask that you at least pretend to believe that they are dead – image sources 1, 2, 3, 4)

Honestly, the photos don’t do it justice. Here’s my favourite video of the whole wonderous performance: 

But to review:

There's writhing! There's dramatic noises! There's flipping onto their back and opening their mouth wide and letting their tongue hang out! There's excreting a combination of  intentionally smelly substances!!! Truly a master of the art of being left the hell alone (*^▽^*)

(yep. deeeeefinitely dead. not just faking it. nothing worth eating here! – image source)

Personally, my favourite part of this is how they insist on rolling onto their back, even when they are rolled back onto their stomach. 

Seriously, if you try to roll them right-side-up, they will flip back over. It's as though they believe that a good, proper dead snek MUST be on its back, obviously.

(truly fearsome – image source)

Sadly, the hognose snake may have made itself too scary, according to humans.

Out of fear, these snakes are commonly killed on sight 😔. I once heard someone proudly brag about how they’d killed a dozen cobras! In southern Ontario! Where cobras do not live! This is both extremely frustrating and deeply sad.

(safe enough to hold! although maybe don’t, just because this snake IS probably experiencing mortal fear, which is not a good feeling – image source © Dean Stavrides)

So just to highlight: hognose snakes are completely harmless. They’re just pretending to be fearsome!

(not that people should be killing venomous snakes either, imo. Let the danger noodles LIVE THEIR LIVES)

(i is baybee, pls do not hurt me – image source)

And now some bonus facts to help raise us out of that downer:

Hognose snakes are toad specialists! Their favourite food is toads, which is unusual, because toads are poisonous. Hognose snakes deal with this by force of will and also, at least two amino acid substitutions, maybe (Mohammadi et al. 2016). Possibly a few other things help with this, also (Feldman et al. 2016).

(is snek eat toad? or does toad wearing cape of snek? impossible to tell, really – image source)

Also, I have a confession: hognose snakes... are venomous. Technically.

(itty bitty little fangs at the veeeeery back of their mouth!  – image source)

They are known as rear-fanged snakes, which means they have fangs aaaall the way at the back of their mouth. The venom they produce seems to be toad-specific, and is considered to be harmless to humans unless you happen to have an allergy but that's the exception rather than the rule

(the two hognose species. They are both baybee, but in different ways actually there might be more than two species but these are the two i’ve actually learned about so ALL WELL   – image source)

Also, hognose snakes are big cowards NOT aggressive and I've never even heard of anyone getting bit by a one (outside of one feeding mishap, which we can all agree was an ACCIDENT). 

The series of events that would need to occur for you to be envenomated are so unlikely and bizarre that I assume you would have to be TRYING to get bit.

This has been Fun Fact Friday, bringing you the forbidden noodly boys to try and keep them a little more safe!

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Sources, because I know me and SO DO YOU:

Averill-Murray, R. C. (2006). Natural history of the western hog-nosed snake (Heterodon nasicus) with notes on envenomation. Sonoran Herpetologist, 19(9), 98-101.

Buchanan, Scott W.; Timm, Brad C.; Cook, Robert P.; Couse, Richard; Hazard, Lisa C. (2017). Spatial ecology and habitat selection of eastern hognose snakes. The Journal of Wildlife Management, 81(3), 509–520. doi:10.1002/jwmg.21218 

CHS: Canadian Herpetological Society https://canadianherpetology.ca/species/species_page.html?cname=Eastern%20Hog-nosed%20Snake

COSEWIC. 2021. COSEWIC assessment and status report on the Eastern Hog-nosed Snake Heterodon platirhinos in Canada. Committee on the Status of Endangered Wildlife in Canada. Ottawa. xi + 45 pp.  https://www.canada.ca/en/environment-climate-change/services/species-risk-public-registry/cosewic-assessments-status-reports/eastern-hog-nosed-snake-2021.html

Cunnington, G. M., & Cebek, J. E. (2005). Mating and nesting behavior of the eastern hognose snake (Heterodon platirhinos) in the northern portion of its range. The American midland naturalist, 154(2), 474-478.

Feldman, C. R., Durso, A. M., Hanifin, C. T., Pfrender, M. E., Ducey, P. K., Stokes, A. N., ... & Brodie Jr, E. D. (2016). Is there more than one way to skin a newt? Convergent toxin resistance in snakes is not due to a common genetic mechanism. Heredity, 116(1), 84-91. 

 Jared, C., Luiz Mailho‐Fontana, P., & Maria Antoniazzi, M. (2021). Differences between poison and venom: An attempt at an integrative biological approach. Acta Zoologica, 102(4), 337-350.

Liu, C., Chen, Y., Zheng, Y., Bo, J., Yang, C., Xu, S., & Zhang, S. (2022). Wear Resistance Improvement of Keeled Structure and Overlapped Distribution of Snake Scales. Journal of Bionic Engineering, 1-11. Citing abstract.

Mohammadi, S., Gompert, Z., Gonzalez, J., Takeuchi, H., Mori, A., & Savitzky, A. H. (2016). Toxin-resistant isoforms of Na+/K+-ATPase in snakes do not closely track dietary specialization on toads. Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 283(1842), 20162111. 

 Nature Conservancy of Canada: https://www.natureconservancy.ca/en/what-we-do/resource-centre/featured-species/reptiles-and-amphibians/eastern-hog-nosed-snake.html

Plummer, M. V., & Mills, N. E. (1996). Observations on trailing and mating behaviors in hognose snakes (Heterodon platirhinos). Journal of Herpetology, 30(1), 80-82.

Rouse, Jeremy D.; Willson, Robert J.; Black, Ron; Brooks, Ronald J.  (2011). Movement and Spatial Dispersion of Sistrurus catenatus and Heterodon platirhinos: Implications for Interactions with Roads. Copeia, 2011(3), 443–456. doi:10.1643/ce-09-036     

Seburn, D. 2008. Recovery Strategy for the Eastern Hog-nosed Snake (Heterodon platirhinos) in Canada. Species at Risk Act Recovery Strategy Series. Parks Canada Agency, Ottawa. vi + 24pp.

Schwartz, V. & D. Golden (2002). Field Guide to Reptiles and Amphibians of New Jersey. New Jersey Division of Fish and Wildlife

VHS: Virginia herpetological society http://www.virginiaherpetologicalsociety.com/reptiles/snakes/eastern-hog-nosed-snake/eastern_hognose_snake.php#:~:text=Heterodon%20is%20derived%20from%20the%20Greek%20words%20heteros,meaning%20%22broad%20or%20flat%22%20and%20rhinos%20meaning%20%22snout%22

Young, R. A. (1992). Effects of Duvernoy's gland secretions from the eastern hognose snake, Heterodon platirhinos, on smooth muscle and neuromuscular junction. Toxicon, 30(7), 775-779. https://doi.org/10.1016/0041-0101(92)90013-U

Young, B. A., & Morain, M. (2003). Vertical burrowing in the Saharan sand vipers (Cerastes). Copeia, 2003(1), 131-137.

SARA: threatened https://www.canada.ca/en/environment-climate-change/services/species-risk-public-registry.html

[gayfanservice]

Kei with a male reader. figure their on the debate club or something and Kei vents to them because their a non biased person regarding volleyball and his team. Figure they give encouragement and kei just bluntly asks them out.

Guess who’s back (back again) I am back! (Once again)

Friends to lovers, i dont know anything about debating

*********

“-and that tiny-ass-mother-”

“Too strong, Kei, try to keep the emotions at an even level so it doesn’t cloud your judgement.”

“Huh? I’m not debating this, he’s tiny!” Kei huffed, cheeks pink and puffed ever so slightly as (Y/N) chuckled.

“Right, sorry, continue.”

Kei was currently flopped on (Y/N)’s bed, who was sitting at his desk, a notepad and pen in hand, looking like a therapist.

“He’s so annoying. We’re doing basic drills and these two just keep arguing! They argue about this, they argue about that! All they do is argue!” His hands dramatically extended to the air.

“Mhm, and how does that make you feel?” Kei sighed at his friend’s poor attempt to be funny, who found it just a little funny to fuck with him. If Kei didn’t like him so much, he would’ve kicked his ass for not taking this outrageous news to heart.

“Awful, because after practice I came here only to have your ass joking about my suffering.” There was obviously no malice behind the words; a playful undertone was hanging from them as his heart sped up. He huffed, again, and rolled to his side, cheeks turning more red, “If you were there, you’d understand.”

“Maybe, the only teammate of yours I know is Yamaguchi.” (Y/N) continued writing in the notepad for a few seconds. “Do you know why they fight?”

“‘Cause they’re stupid.” Kei snorted out, a proud look on his face as he rolled onto his back. “And immature, can’t forget that part.” He heard his friend hum, acknowledging his words. “But, you have no idea how much that twerp gets me so… angry! Genuinely, he’s the most annoying guy I know!”

“Have the captains-”

“Captain, technically there’s just one captain.”

“Just gonna down-play one, got it.” (Y/N) grinned, “Has the captain and co-captain, or whatever term you guys use, talked to them?”

Remembering how the two were literally thrown out because they couldn’t get along with each other, Kei bursted into a short, obnoxiously loud laugh, “You have no idea, they literally kicked them out of the gym until they could get along!”

Surprise was evident on (Y/N)’s face, “Wow, that, uh, yeah, that is a pretty intense hatred.”

Kei let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I can’t deal with those two, I swear.” He mumbled, rubbing his face, glasses pushed up to his forehead. “Thanks for letting me rant, without much interruption of course.”

“No prob, dog-”

“Gross.” If only he didn’t like this debating nerd.

“It’s always good to get stuff off your chest.”

“Is that way you joined the debate club?”

“No, I just like telling people they’re wrong.”

“I- that happens? I thought… actually, I don’t know what I thought.” (Y/N) cackled as he continued writing. Kei’s heart swelled at the noise, staring at the faint outlines of those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, no doubt that (Y/N) had since childhood. He sighed obnoxiously loud, again, “What am I gonna doooo,”

“Well you could quit-”

“No?” Kei scoffed at the audacity of this man to even think he’d quit volleyball because of those two dumbasses.

“-or you can tough it out. Just because they don’t get along now, doesn’t mean they never will. I bet in a couple weeks they’ll tolerate each other and stop being annoying.” The emotionally intelligent one said, still writing in the notepad.

“Yeah, I will.” As if he wasn’t already doing that.

The two sat in silence, for only a couple minutes. Kei went onto his phone, scrolling through whatever app was available to him. His face was still warm, heart still faster than normal. He liked the other boy for quite some time now, but he never had the guts to actually say anything. Hell, Kei wasn’t even sure if (Y/N) even liked him as a friend, but at this point it’d be awkward if he didn’t, so he assumes yes.

Kei took a deep breath, heart pounding faster and face turning red as he sat up, phone discarded to the side. Might as well confess after spilling your hateful guts, right?

“(Y/N),” He got a hum as said boy stopped writing, making eye contact with a red Kei, “Wanna go out with me?”

(Y/N) froze, the bluntness and randomness completely taken him by surprise. He felt his face heat up and tried to keep his composure, “Wow, very blunt and straight forward, never expected less from you, Tsukki.” He grinned.

“Oh, fuck you.” (Y/N) laughed as Kei deadpanned, not fond of how his friend called him by his childish nickname. “Statement: retracted.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Wait- no- Kei, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) snorted, amused by Kei’s childish actions, “I’m sorry, you just took me by surprise and I had to get you back! Yes, yes, I’ll date you, sourpuss.”

“Hm, I don’t know if you deserve it anymore.” A smile crept onto Kei’s face no matter how hard he tried to stay nonchalant. (Y/N)’s grin widened, setting the notepad and pencil down.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, “I guess we’ll both just be single for the rest of our lives, forever craving the touch of one another.” He held a hand over his heart, almost tipping the chair over with how far he leaned back.

“God, you’re weird.” Kei feigned disgust at the display in front of him.

The two laughed as they finished whatever they just did, the afternoon sun casting a shadow into the dimly lit room.

(Y/N) got up from his spot, “So, are we dating?” He asked as he sat beside Kei.

Kei’s heart once again sped up at the closeness of the other, “Uhm, I don’t know,” he didn’t know why he was awkward now, perhaps his brain was occupied with how easily he could lay down and finally cuddle (Y/N) like he’s thought of for the past couple of months, or perhaps it just suddenly got really hot out of no where, “are we?”

(Y/N) pretended to think, putting a finger to his chin as he leaned on Kei, “Sure, why not?”

*********

It has been… awhile lol

Read the rules before following

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter!

Part 12 - ahhh I am evil for making you all wait so long, I just don’t know what direction to take this story in but I’ve got some ideas 😏 the next chapter will be more interesting so pls stick about, over the summer break we’re gonna see them go public. Intentionally or unintentionally?! Who knows…

After both Daniel and her admit their true feelings to one another it comes clear what they need to do. Christian becomes suspicious of their close nature.

“Daniel.” I whispered, my legs beginning to shake as he slowly pushed himself off me. Not before he kissed me so tenderly, so gently, it made my head spin. “You okay?” The Australian asked as a soft smile appeared on my face, I reached up, brushing back his curls that were stuck to his forehead.

“I’m good.” I borderline whispered, “me too.” Daniel nodded, the after sex bliss lasting a while as I fingered at his hair. I was in a slight shock that Daniel and I ended up like this again, of course it felt right, but it’s like we could stay away from one another.

He let out a slight sigh as he eventually pulled out of me, the feeling of his seed leaking out of me shortly after. I grimaced, having to do that awkward run to the bathroom as he laughed in amusement. “Not funny! It’s gross!” I called out before closing the door to the bathroom.

I wasn’t in there for long cleaning myself up, but I began to doubt if he wanted me to stay over. I really wanted a toothbrush if we were gonna do that, but I didn’t quite know how to ask. I didn’t have any spare change of underwear or clothes, realistically I could just run down the hall, but that was effort. I walked out, but naked, feeling his eyes trail over me as he held out a hand. “Ah, I need clothes, don’t look.” Somehow I felt more nervous now than ever before.

“We literally just had sex.” Daniel commented as I giggled, running around the bed to hide under the sheets. “Y/n.” He muttered with a chuckle.

“I know but…” I eventually answered. “I’m just shy.”

“No you are most definitely not.” Daniel rolled over, sliding a hand over my exposed breasts. “Like… in the slightest.” He was speaking gently, sounding tired as his body pulled mine closer in for a cuddle. I hummed out a gentle moan, the sheets covering my ass and below as I pressed my cold feet against his legs. Daniel let out a tired noise of discontent.

“Nice to know your feet are still freezing.”

“Always.” I nudged them closer, resting my head on his chest, feeling it rising and falling with each fired breath.

“Daniel?” I muttered after a few moments of silence. “Mmmh?”

“Do you want me to stay over?” My brain wouldn’t stay quiet unless I asked him. “Yes.” The Australian squeezed at my arm, his fingers grazing up to drag through my strands of hair.

“Okay.” I myself was growing tired. The mix of sex and alcohol (and arguing) tiring me out. “Is everything gonna be okay now?” I then gently asked. This caused Daniel’s eyes to open as I gazed back up to him nervously. I was worried a repeat of last time would happen.

“I love you so much.” The words caused my heart to swell. “I want this to work, we’re gonna be fine.” Daniel assured as I felt the knot between my brows soften when he poked at it. I leant forwards and kissed him gently. “Do you?” He then questioned, voice much quieter than before.

“Do I what?” I traced a finger over his tattoos. “You know… want this to work?”

“More than anything.” ——— “You see here, you can clearly see why it’s so different from the RB’s.” Daniel pointed out, hand resting on my upper back as we leant over to peak inside the Alpha Tauri.

“Oh yeah.” My eyes widened slightly as I stole a glanced towards him. He looked so focused as he checked out his car one last time before the summer break would begin. I was positive in between then all he’d be thinking about was driving. All the boys were like that, but nobody was more dedicated than Daniel.

“Makes it harder to drive.” He amused, whispering in my ear as I snickered back to him. “What’re you two whispering about?” My dads voice emerged. My heart jumped slightly, face warming. I never realised he would come in the Alpha Tauri garages, unless he was desperate. He eyed up between Daniel and I with a smirk.

“Just the car.” Daniel lowly spoke in amusement so nobody else would hear. “Oh yeah? Different from the RB’s?”

“Very.” Daniel amused, hand still grazing over my back. My dad walked over, assessing it slightly, of course he’d had to point out some tips on what he think would work better. I was about to get a little bored of the mechanic talk before he turned back to me.

“Anyway, I’m getting carried away. I was needing a favour, from you. My lovely daughter.” “Oh no.” I teased. “Would you be able to help Monty with some homework? It won’t take long, he’s struggling and his tutors not around.”

Cock blocked by my younger brother, great.

“I mean I can try. I don’t know how good I’d be at… Year 1 homework. Hasn’t he finished for summer yet?” “Nearly, anyway I’ll see you later, Daniel. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you over the break.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon.” Daniel politely smiled as I offered him one for myself. “See you, Daniel.” Before we headed off.

When we were out of the building, I just knew my dad would bring it up. I could feel the tension in the air. “So.” Oh here we go…

“You and Daniel seemed close.”

“Close? He was just showing me the car.” I shrugged, feeling my face warm at the topic of conversation. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, I just felt a little shy talking about it with my own father.

“But you seem closer than close.”

“Do we?” I breathlessly asked, a smile growing on my face as an accidental bubble of laughter escaped my mouth.

“You must think I’m stupid, you kids. Are you together then? Is that what it?”

“Dad- no.” I swatted, attempting to move on from that particular topic. “Because Daniel’s a great guy, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” He shrugged, going on a ramble. “Little bit of an age gap, though, wouldn’t you say Y/N/N?”

There was no point denying it. I didn’t know how he was so adamant about it, but I figured once I’d told him, everybody else was a breeze in the park to tell.

“Yeah.” I shrugged, holding my shoulders up awkwardly. “Well as long as you’re both okay with that.”

“Yeah it’s… fine.” I laughed, “alright, well… wow I didn’t expect you to be with Daniel, thought you always hated drivers for your boyfriends.”

“Ah, he’s not my boyfriend, and I said that when I was 8.”

“Same thing…” As we walked into the Red Bull garages where I figured my brother was, Max was stood there, smirking back to me with a knowing look. I suddenly put two and two together knowing he could hear exactly what we were talking about and did a double take at him. Had Max told my dad? You wouldn’t think Verstappen had a loud mouth, but he did. I squinted, sticking my middle finger up at the Dutch man as he laughed out loud. “What does that mean?” Monty suddenly appeared, the six year old staring up to my gesture. My eyes widened, dropping my hand. “Ah well done y/n, means nothing Monty, not for you to know.” Oops…

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thank you guys for all your support, sorry for such a long waiting time, and I promise next chapter will have a bit more excitement too it! <;3

[venture4treasure]

"Happy Birthday, Venture"

Words: 657

Premise: Venture’s birthday unfortunately overlapped an important Overwatch mission, but you do your best to make the best of it for them. 

Warnings: None

Three hours into a flight back to Gibraltar, and most of the agents have been lulled to sleep by the exhaustion of the mission aided by the gentle rumble of the plane engine. 

You slip into the empty seat besides Venture, they’re staring absent-mindedly out the window, head resting against their hand propped up on the tray table. They don’t make any acknowledgement of your presence. 

“Sloan,” you ask, your hand ghosting over their shoulder – unsure of if touch would startle them. 

They snap towards your voice, blinking a couple times to ground themselves before breathing out an exasperated groan. 

“Sorry, sorry,” they say, waving their hands for emphasis, “didn’t mean to ignore you, love”. 

“It’s fine,” you smile, reaching for a towel to wipe at some of the dirt on their face, “you didn’t wash up earlier?” 

“I was tired and thought I’d knock out instantly,” Venture leans back into their seat, “instead I’ve been thinking, getting into my own head about things”.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You hum. 

“It’s my birthday, I almost forgot with how busy everything has been,” Venture explains, “guess this whole ‘saving the world’ thing doesn’t come with vacation days”. 

“It’s also my first birthday away from family,” Venture adds, quieter, “like it was going to happen one day, but I really wish I were home with mi abuelita and not on this mission”.

Venture pauses, reflecting on what they’ve said. They make a face, sticking their tongue out as if spitting out something gross. 

“What am I saying,” they whine, “of course I want to protect the people and artifacts of Dorado, but…” 

You reach your arm across Venture’s neck, pulling them in for a hug. 

“No, I get it. We’re all so tired with everything recently,” you lean back, tracing their eye bags with your thumb – you can’t imagine how exhausted they are between Overwatch and the Wayfinders Society, it’s bad enough just trying to keep up with Overwatch alone these days. 

“Anyways,” you chirp, rummaging through your bag to take out a tupperware container. 

“Cupcakes,” you cheerily announce, “I wouldn’t forget your birthday”. 

Venture stares at you, at a loss for words. 

“How did you get them aboard?” 

“Who’s checking,” you ask back. Ana does, your mind helpfully supplies. But she all but encouraged you when you bashfully explained why, so that doesn’t count. 

Venture makes a noise, surrendering to your point. They pick up a cupcake, taking a bite.

“It’s good,” they lick their lips, “better than the rations on the plane for sure”. 

You agree, digging through your stuff again for a plastic bag that you haphazardly drop besides the cupcakes. 

“Rocks?” Venture asks, amused. 

You pick out one of the ‘rocks’ from the bag, breaking it in half to show them.

“Cake balls” you correct, popping the dessert in your mouth, “they’re really good, I got the recipe from Lena”.

“Lena cooks?” Venture raises a brow in disbelief, picking a cake ball for themselves. 

“No,” you laugh, “Emily does though, she's fantastic”.

The two or you eat in silence for some time, breaking the peace to show each other social media posts on your phones. 

“Oh,” you pull out a yellow slip of paper from your pocket, “I got this for you too”.

Venture takes the note, unfolding it to read its content. 

“A paid leave of absence…” Venture reads to themself, “from the Wayfinders Society and Overwatch?” 

“This isn’t real”. 

“It very much is,” you huff, “took forever to find who manages this kinda stuff for the Wayfinders, but Winston was happy to give you your well-deserved break”. 

Venture lets out a choked noise, catching you in a tight hug, shoving their face against your neck. You can feel them silently tear up. You hold them closer, running your hand comfortingly across their back. 

“Go enjoy a break with your abuelita,” you say.

“I will,” they assure, still clutching onto you.

“Happy birthday, Sloan”.  

Author’s Note: One (now a couple, oops) day late because I forgot until I saw a tweet about it.

[kremlin]

I do computer work but it's not very hard and kind of boring. How do I get to do hard computer work? Do I have to go to grad school?

hi i tend to miss these because of slipshod ublock custom filters im too birdbrained to fix.

i worked for a large american technology company which sold business machines internationally for close to a decade until laid off in successful accounting fraud scheme a few years ago. started as developer, erm, pardon me, i started as

junior developer

which is a role similar to routinely-executed court jester and human meatwave conscript meant to soak up enemy bullets to cause exhaustion of enemy bullet supply and finally guy that comes in big gross truck with a pump and a tank and a big hose used to suck the shit+piss out of portable toilet/malfunctioning sewer etc. this is for when you are 20 years old or so and they hit you with this work to calm your ass down a bit. my case was cloud bullshit on ancient rickety php stack. 5% keystrokes/clicks are php, 95% remainder is jira and other members of the axis of evil. LOT of dick sucking and butt fucking. Going into men's bathroom and making eye contact with cubicle neighbor before entering stall and fearlessly making disgusting noises. microwaving fish lunch thrice daily. you get the idea. meager paycheck but six figures takehome technically

next is staff dev, wait, god damn fucking tumblr, you can't adjust fonts mid-paragraph, and Big Text is just another type of font, in case you wanted Big Specific font. fucking fuck hold on. next step is

staff developer

no effective change besides greatly increased workload (click those motherfucking jira buttons!! suffer coworker's asinine bad-faith code review comments that HE AND HE ALONE must manually accept your responses to, on HIS time, before you are allowed to click the jira buttons that start the human meat sausage factory to get your 20 line maximum change into an RC and then release and then push candidate and then prod push!! pay raise one thousand dollars annually (lol). Emails. Now you deal with project manager too. speculate as to what sorts of grievous head injuries that man must suffer daily to describe his logic. his job is like the guy from office space that brings documents from one desk to another but he randomly reorders the words on the page in-flight. make plausibly-deniable wife fucking jokes about his wife in earshot. you're almost at the top of the suffering function. next is, no fucking cute font this time, senior developer, sounds cool right, lol, lmao, "senior" "developer" is like "tallest" "midgit".

no pay increase no workload increase but now manager emails you about extremely, extremely personal issues he's facing and also makes his most difficult problems from his boss your problems. one week will pass and then they will hit you with the "we're considering you for a team lead position". answer:

NO

answer no as this is the prescribed path, you take that role, you are maxxed out in workload, you are dealing with forty employee's worth of bullshit, another one thousand dollarinos a year raise, employer has solved efficiency problem with your sanity and burnout as variables. you're supposed to quit or kill yourself within seconds of hitting 30 y/o. don't fall for tricks. say "NO" in a creative way such as "i have tabulated some data and made it into excel pie chart quantifying diff. departments work output and am considering sending it to whoever Dave is, the guy that is one or two or three report levels over your boss' head, you know, his boss' boss' boss or whatever. or say "you are harassing me sexually, racistly" that kind of shit. make threat clearly.

was worth mentioning before, throughout all of this make as many friends and as much of a splash for yourself as possible as its time to trade on that goodwill, tell your boss you want an open relationship and you're going to fuck and suck other managers, and then find the good one with the good team of old fucking geriatric guys who could never be fooled into working more than a reasonable amount daily and also can kill people with their minds since they have been sitting on the bleeding edge of computing since 1969. their boss will usually be, suspiciously, one report rank higher than everyone else. e.g. their boss has a whole other boss + his reports under him. usually small team. go to their boss, say, hi, look at me, look at my beautiful plumage and captivating mating dance, please hire me, pleassseee. his team will say no, they will say things like "I don't know about that kiddo", "That guy seems like a candy-ass", they will read your papers and look at you in the eyes and say it is not compelling, the boss will kind of hire you anyway. if he doesn't you're fucked. if he does you're now a

STAFF ENGINEER

for fifteen minutes and then

ADVISORY/SENIOR/SPECIAL ENGINEER

and the suffering is over. no code minimal jira + squad of gremlin zerglings under your boss whom you can rank-pull and delegate bullshit to, they will be mostly suckers, take advantage of this. 80% of keystrokes/clicks will be in production of beautiful wonderful lovely .docx and .xlsx's, what a godsend, only in an emergency are you allowed to fuck with your zergling's code, usually in a cool way with bullshit procedure removed.

i worked on high performance computing shit. "what the fuck do you mean 2PB or so in and out a day on flash memory", "what the fuck do you mean special infiniband intel MPI library on CD-R stored in Craig's filing cabinet???". Meetings with company people: webcams off, responses optional, snideness allowed. Meetings with client: you must have your dress shirt starched and white glove the shit out of those motherfuckers. timezones = skill issue. i don't care where germany is, i don't give a shit, wake up at 3am for a 20m meeting i take on the toilet or while eating a boiled lobster complete with cracker + lobster bib. customers countable on one hand, invoices to customers not countable with 32 bits. no fucking mistakes ever allowed except for like whitepaper drafts, you cannot fuck the pumpkin on this one, your actual job relies on your ability to hit a button and suck down a week's worth of compute and millions of dollars, boiling swimming pool's worth of TDP, one mistake that leads result data to being able to be characterized as flawed and your balls are getting ripped off. Quarterly IRL meetings = normiepilled normiemaxxing. Dress sharp. leave at 5pm on the dot, go to bar with Old Fucker coworkers, drink wrecklessly with them, have a blast, let them give you a tour of a lab you are absolutely 100% not allowed to be inside, buildings that have posted weight limits per sq. ft. exceeding 250lbs, such a blast. every paycheck a FORTUNE every dinner a banquet every meeting an email every keystroke life or death. you get to meet /lib/doug mofos too one of whom i wrote a very poor kind of poem thing about. thats about it. hope this helps

[sailoryooons]

King of Tides | KSJ | Drabble

☾ Pairing: Pirate!Seokjin x Sea Demon!Reader 

☾ Summary: Seokjin meets a ghost of his past when he and his crew stop to celebrate for the evening. 

☾ Word Count: 1,969

☾ Genre: Pirate AU, Angst, Lovers to Enemies 

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: References to smut, explicit language, weapons and mentions of murder, betrayal, vague world building, Seokjin is an Asshole, brief references to childhood trauma, angst. 

☾ Published: Friday, January 5, 2024

☾ A/N: Drabble 2 of the 100 Drabble Challenge is prompt #67, pirates! I had no idea what I was doing with this until I wrote it. It is obviously inspired by Pirate of the Caribbean with the whole Davy Jone’s chest thing, but I very much put my own spin on it. The ring is inspired by Solomon’s Ring, which is a Christian-centric mythology that Solomon had a ring that could summon the forces of Hell. So I did that but like… sea hell hahaha. I hope you enjoy this! I’ts very different for me!

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Seokjin is used to the occasional knife in the dark. As one of the most notorious captains and thieves on the seven seas, he’s even been the knife in the dark himself. 

When he feels the pressure of a blade against his spine tonight, he’s not surprised. His crew is too drunk to see the threat standing behind their captain, and Seokjin has made the ridiculous mistake of letting a pretty woman lure him to a dark table in the corner, away from the noise and celebrating. 

Seokjin immediately feels like a fool for letting his guard down, the worst mistake he could ever make. 

The pretty girl in front of him grins and looks at Seokjin’s assailant before nodding her head and slipping from the chair. He grits his teeth, realizing she is in on it. He clenches his fist as he starts to turn, but the knife digs into his ribs. A hard push would send it right between the two of them and into a lung. It would be a slow, gross death.

The raucous noise of the tavern buzzes in his ear as a hand taps his shoulder, signaling for him to stand. He does so slowly, looking around the tavern to see if there’s anyone he can appeal to for his plight.

No one pays him any mind, hands going up dresses or down pants, wine flowing, and crowd singing. His crew is too busy celebrating. And why shouldn’t they? They’ve just stopped at their favorite port after a successful three years of hunting a timeless piece of treasure. A power that puts Seokjin on edge.

The ring sits heavy in Seokjin’s pocket. Only Yoongi his firstmate and Namjoon his chronicler know of the power in Seokjin’s pocket, too dangerous to be left on the ship with the remainder of the treasure. He doesn’t enjoy hiding the ring from his crew, but he hasn’t quiet yet decided what to do with it. How to explain what it is that it does without scaring the loyal members of his crew.

Slowly, a hand turns Seokjin around and walks him toward the stairs, still at knifepoint. He grins as he goes, leaning his head to the side to see the person who holds him captive. The knife digs harder into his back, a warning that makes him chuckle and turn forward, holding his hands up in defeat.

“If you wanted to lure me to your bed, you just had to ask,” he says, going up the steps. His boots are heavy on the creaking wood as he goes. “I am the most handsome of pirates, but I’m also quite liberal with my affections.”

His captor says nothing as they reach the second landing. Doors line either side of the hall. Seokjin can detect all manner of lovemaking and laughter beyond each closed door. He does not typically favor staying upstairs or renting rooms for whores, preferring the rocking of the ship in the harbor and the canvas of the night sky. It makes him unfamiliar with the second floor, but he counts his steps as they go. 

They turn and go down another hall and stop at the last door of the right. It’s not a far run to get to the stairs and sound the alarm. Once he disarms his captor, he just needs to sprint and scream. He’s pretty quick on his feet and-

The knife prods him and he realizes the door to the room is open. He steps over the threshold into the room, glancing around. It’s simple enough. A single bed stands in the corner with a chest at the foot, a nightstand to the left, and a candle burning, smoke drifting toward the ceiling. 

When the door shuts behind him, Seokjin’s muscles coil. He prepares to spring, hand sliding into the front of his jacket pocket, inching towards the small knife there-

“Don’t bother,” the voice says, knife ever-present. Seokjin’s hand freezes, recognizing the rasp of your voice anywhere. “That’s not the right knife, Captain.” 

You’re right. The knife in his jacket pocket would do nothing against you, but the knife in his boot would. He’d grown lazy, no longer keeping the adamas dagger at his hip or within close reach. Three years haven’t made him feel safe, exactly, but he had started to think that you were still captive in that little home he’d left you in.

Evidently, it’s a mistake that will cost him. 

Now he’s nervous. You push him further into the room with your palm but remove the knife from his back. He doesn’t reach down to the weapon in his boot, stuck between fear and the desire to see you - to talk to you again. 

When he turns, his heart cracks open and starts to bleed. 

The last time Seokjin saw you is fresh in his memory. You’d been chained to the bed you shared in a small island home off the coast of the Americas. He remembers the smell of your skin, like salt and driftwood. The cool touch of your lips against his burning skin. You always felt like the depths of the ocean, every part of you fluid as you’d fucked him last night, your breath sea breeze against his mouth, cries a haunting siren song.

And your eyes. Seokjin sees the inhuman blue-green glow of your eyes every night. 

Now, those same eyes are staring at him, glowing in the dark. You stand so far in the shadows that it’s hard to make out any of your features or expressions, but Seokjin has your face burned into every part of his memory. The bow of your mouth, the slope of your nose, the roundness of your cheeks. It’s all there along with the knowledge that he’d betrayed you. Chained you. Loved you. 

When you step into the light, Seokjin holds his breath. You’re so beautiful. It’s what lured him to you in the first place, a sailor to a siren, but he knows you’re so much more than a pretty face and glowing eyes. You’re also incredibly smart and wicked, a ruthlessness in you as brutal as the sea running in your veins, an unpredictably like a storm destroying the tropics. 

A pirate by trade. Daughter of Leviathan by nature. 

“You must be talented to get out of those cuffs. We should have used them more” Seokjin doesn’t know what else to say. You’re not advancing further into the room, and he’s worried reaching for his knife will startle you. 

Behind him, the candle casts an orange glow on your face. It makes the sneer much more twisted, the furrowed brows as you glower harsher. Your features are sharper than he remembers, your eyes burning with the unnatural glow of a demon of the deep. You are murderous.

“I’m the favorite daughter of Leviathan, King of the Depths, Destroyer of Seas, and Maker of Tides. You think he would leave me to rot?” 

“No, I suppose he doesn’t want that pretty face to wilt.” He tries to appear casual, spinning and tossing himself on the bed. You don’t move, eyes tracking him. “I suppose you’ve been following me all this time, then?”

“I have far more important things to do.”

“Perhaps, but you’d always loved revenge.”

“I loved you.” 

There. You said it.

Seokjin doesn’t say anything for a moment, shocked to silence. Usually, you like to spar with your words, dancing around what you want to say with quick barbs and turns of phrase. Tonight, you cut right to it, leaving all playfulness out of your voice.

It makes his heart squeeze painfully. In the years that you sailed together, he cannot recall a time that you’ve ever been so direct. Even when you loved him most. Even when you were at your most vulnerable. 

Perhaps you are here to kill him after all. 

“So you’re here to win me back over?” he tries, desperate to get on familiar ground. Desperate to goad you. To make you snap back, to throw an insult. “You’ll need more than a knife to do that.”

“Give me the ring.”

“What do you want with it?” 

“The likes of you shouldn’t have the power to summon the demons of the depths.” 

“What if I’m in peril and need to call you?”

“You had me!” You roar, the force of your voice shaking the room, the candle almost guttering, the window panes shaking. He hears the scream downstairs, the entire building rattle with the rage of the ocean in your voice. 

Seokjin drops the act, sitting up and squeezing his fists to fight the nausea of guilt twisting his stomach. He can feel your rage fill up the room like a solid thing, a cold pressure pressing on his skin as the candle on the nightstand flickers. 

“Humans are not made to command Leviathan and his children” you growl, stepping further into the room. Standing closer to the light, Seokjin realizes your eyes are watery. He sucks in a sharp breath. He’s never seen you cry. “You are weak and petty, your lives but a speck of sand in fathomless oceans. You are selfish and greedy and cruel.” 

“Are demons not the same? Do you not fight amongst yourselves for power? Do you not cause chaos among the seas? Do you not hunger for power, lust, and riches?” 

“Those things belong to us.”

Seokjin stands abruptly. “Now they belong to me!” 

“Seokjin.”

“Now I will command the seas. I will have the power to rein in the monster of the depths when he wants to destroy innocent ships. When he wants to send storms against islands. When he wants to swallow the souls on the sea. He will bow to me, now.”

“This is madness.”

“This is fair.” He feels his heart rate speed up. Feels rage pumping through his system. Feels like the little boy clinging to a piece of driftwood as the sea destroys the ship he and his family were sailing on, feels the burn of saltwater in his lungs as the ocean drags him down, feels-

“You’d risk the world for a sense of vengeance for your lost childhood?” your voice is barely audible, a sea breeze. “The infamous Captain Seokjin of the Blue Moon, Scourge of the Seas, so afraid of losing control of the tide that he’d dare assert his dominance over it.”

“Captain Seokjin, King of Tides has a better ring to it.”

You glance at his pocket where you know the ring sits heavy. He can feel the power ebbing from the cool metal as thought it senses you in the room. Like calling to like. A tool to control Leviathan and all of his demonic children of the sea sensing one of those very creatures in front of him.

“The sea will bow to no one.” 

A blade glints in your hand. Seokjin finally realizes why you refuse to jest. Why there are tears in your eyes. You’re not here to negotiate or to let him loose. He truly has fallen out of your favor, and you’re here to take what he used you to steal. 

He slowly bends down, watching you all the while. You let him remove the knife from his boot, kind enough to offer him a fair fight. “The sea loved you, you know?” 

He knows you’re not just talking about the oceans he sails. His throat constricts as he nods. “I love her.” 

You appraise him once more, uncanny eyes flickering. If his admission that there is still warmth flickering for you has an effect, it doesn’t show. 

“Your love means nothing. You betrayed her and now you will meet your death, King of Tides.” 

He grips his knife firmly. The ring is heavy in his pocket. “I welcome the attempt.”  

[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 8

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You fall for Bradley more and more with every day that passes. Someone from your past shows up.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, p in v, brief oral (m receiving), fooling around while driving (again), asshole ex-boyfriend, a sprinkle of violence, fluff, etc.

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Days turn into weeks and the weeks pass quickly. Soon the days get shorter as summer fades to fall. Your feelings for Bradley keep growing stronger with every moment spent together; which isn’t nearly as much as you’d like with your packed schedule and Bradley’s early mornings.

You’ve only been able to spend the night together once since the night of the rodeo with you being on-call and Bradley on the carrier training, so to say you’re excited for the long Thanksgiving weekend off is an understatement.

Charlie: You and Bradley want to go to Buck Wild tonight with us? There’s a band.

Emma: I suppose. You do realize it’s going to be a high school reunion, right? Everybody’s home for Thanksgiving and everybody goes out the night before. 🙄

Charlie: Perfect time to show off your hot boyfriend 😉

Emma: Oh. That’s true 😏 What time?

Charlie: 7ish.

Emma: Perfect. Just a heads up-I’m blaming you if I’m hungover tomorrow.

Charlie: That’s fine. Ruth loves me, you know it’ll somehow be Jake’s fault though, right?

Emma: Exactly 🙂

Charlie: Being the only child wasn’t always so bad.

You laugh and get back to work.

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“Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late,” Bradley says, giving you a quick kiss before opening the door to the Bronco for you. “The last hop went longer than expected.”

“It’s okay, I was none too early, I just finished getting ready a few minutes ago,” you reply, pausing as you buckle in. “You know, we could just take my truck,” you smirk, unable to resist teasing him.

He scoffs, taking your seatbelt to finish buckling you in. “Nope. The Bronco is just fine. I still don’t get what you have against her.”

“It’s a Ford, Bradley,” you reply with disgust. “Back in the day, driving a Ford was a dealbreaker for me. You’re lucky I’ve gotten lenient in my old age.”

“I am pretty lucky,” he chuckles as he reaches for your hand to place a kiss on the back.

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The place is packed as expected but Jake and Charlie snagged a table in the corner.

“How’d you manage to get a table?” You ask over the noise once you make your way over, drinks waiting.

“Willie gave us a reserved one when I told him you were coming,” Jake responds with an eye roll as he hands you both a beer.

You catch Willie’s eye behind the bar and blow him a kiss, laughing when he catches it before placing it on his cheek.

“Must be terrible not being anyone’s favorite,” you tease, jabbing Jake with your elbow.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “I’m Charlie’s favorite,” he says as he puts his arms around her.

“Ehhhh…I don’t know about that. You were until your socks missed the hamper-hey! I’m kidding!” Charlie laughs when he tickles her sides.

“Drinking tonight?” You ask when you count four whiskey shots on the table.

“Yeah, the last pregnancy test was negative but I figured it would be since Jake was on the carrier this month when I was the most fertile, according to the app at least,” she replies as she pushes a shot glass over to you then Bradley. “I’m not worried though, it hasn’t even been 2 months. We’re also having a lot of fun trying.”

“Gross,” you blanch before clinking your glasses together. “Cheers.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Charlie tells Bradley when he sets his glass down, shuddering at that burn of the whiskey.

“Hope so,” he laughs.

“Almost forgot,” Jake says, producing a cowboy hat from the chair beside him and handing it to Bradley. “Gotta have one of these if you’re gonna live in Texas.”

“Thanks,” Bradley smiles, putting it on and turning to you. “What do ya think?”

“You look good,” you reply before leaning in. “Might steal it later.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks as heat flashes in his eyes.

You bite your lip as you nod. You both have been so desperate for one another that you haven’t tried many positions yet, always so eager to get him inside you. But with Bradley taking the lead you were getting more comfortable and confident.

Taking him for a ride in nothing but his new hat sounds like a great idea.

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Just as you’d expected, it’s like a reunion in the packed bar. Thankfully, you’re able to avoid a lot of the small talk when the music starts

Soon you’re feeling good; drinks are flowing and the band is playing songs everyone knows.

“I’m stealing Emma to pee!” Charlie yells to Bradley as she grabs your hand.

“Girls can’t pee alone,” you explain when he gives you both a puzzled look.

He looks to Jake who’s just as confused as he is but they just shrug before following you off the dance floor to head back to the table.

“Oh my gosh, Emma! Hi!”

“Hey Britt,” you say, turning around with a fake smile. “Go agreed, I’ll be there in a minute,” you tell a dancing Charlie.

You nod as the old frenemy prattles on, not letting you get a word in edgewise before she leaves you to find someone more interesting to talk to.

The men’s room door swings opens as you walk past and you bump into the person coming out

“Oops, sorr-“

“Hey Em,” the man interrupts and your blood runs at his voice.

“Chet,” you nod curtly as you move around him but he grabs your arm.

“Too good to say hi?” He says, pulling you close. Close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.

He’s drunk, and he’s always been mean when he’s drunk.

“Yeah, Chet. I am. I’ve always been too good for you,” you spit, trying to pull your arm free.

But he’s stronger and he pushes you against the wall before crowding you against it.

“That’s rich,” he chuckles darkly, “weren’t good enough to keep our baby alive.”

Your eyes close as the weight of his words sink in. While it hurts, it doesn’t crush you like it would’ve in the past.

You’re healing.

Before you can respond, he’s on the ground, knocked out cold.

“Ow,” Charlie mutters with a grimace, shaking out the hand she just clocked Chet with.

“Holy shit, Char,” you gape at her.

“I’m sorry-he was in your face, and then he said that about you not-about the baby,” she stutters. “I just saw red. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Don’t be sorry, he deserved it,” you say, holding your arm out for her to take while she steps over his snoring body. “Let’s go before he wakes up.”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Tabs paid?” You ask when you reach the table.

Jake nods.

“Okay good. ‘Cause we have to go. Like right now,” Charlie says, turning for the door.

“Everything okay?” Bradley asks as he follows them out.

“Uh…,” you stall until you get outside in the fresh air, feeling like you can finally breathe. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

“What happened in there? You look like you saw a ghost,” Jake asks, leaning against the bumper of his truck.

“I ran into a girl I knew from high school on the way and told Charlie to go ahead while we talked for a minute. I was headed to the bathroom and ran into Chet as he was coming out,” you sigh. “He’s drunk and he started saying stupid shit-“

“It was awful. He said she wasn’t good enough to keep the baby alive,” Charlie says quietly, tears heavy in her voice.

“Oh Em,” Bradley says, wrapping you in his arms.

“He’s fucking dead,” Jake growls, rising to head back in, but you stop him.

“I’m okay. I promise. I know it’s not my fault. He’s drunk and gets off on hurting me,” you say. “He’s gonna be the one hurting tomorrow though.”

“I dunno, I might too,” Charlie laughs, looking down at her hand. “It’s not broken but it’s gonna hurt for a few days.”

Jake rushes to her side to check her hand out. “What the fuck happened?”

“I came out of the bathroom and heard the horrible things he was saying…the next thing I knew he was on the ground,” Charlie explains, as if she can’t believe it either. “I’ve never punched anyone before. I must’ve gotten got lucky and hit him in just the right spot in the jaw.”

“Well, you did something right. He was out cold,” you say, leaving Bradley’s arms to hug her. “Thank you.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, Em. I love you,” she murmurs.

“I love you too,” you reply with a sniffle.

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“I’m sorry for tonight,” Bradley says on the way home after saying goodnight.

“Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault,” you reply.

“I know, I just feel bad that you had to see him and that he’s still trying to hurt you. I should’ve gone with you,” he sighs as he puts his hand on your knee.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you say. “If you would’ve hit him, he would’ve pressed charges and you’d be in trouble. There’s no chance in hell he’s going to tell anyone he got knocked out by a woman; if he even remembers it in the morning,” you laugh. “I’m not gonna lie; what he said hurt. But it didn’t suffocate me like it would have in the past.”

You can tell he’s still beating himself up when he nods, so you reach over to pluck his hat off and place it on your head.

His lip quirks and his hand on your knee slides up your thigh. “Still wanna give me a ride tonight?”

“Mhmm,” you reply, placing your hand over his to guide him between your legs. Your head drops back with a sigh when he rubs over the seam of your jeans. “Been thinking about it all night.”

“Me too,” he admits. “Hell, I’ve been thinking about it since the last time we were there and you rode the bull.”

“When you hid to the bathroom ‘cause you got hard?” You tease breathily.

He nods, fingers still rubbing you through your pants. “You looked so good up there. Then the way you kissed me outside after? Fuck, I couldn’t think straight until I back to the hotel and finally jerked off in the shower.”

“God,” you sigh as you picture him. “That’s so hot.”

By the time he pulls into your driveway, you’re soaked.

Inside your bedroom, you help him out of his clothes first, nipping and sucking at the flesh you expose.

“W-wait,” He chokes, hands flying to your hair to pull you off when you suck on the head of his cock. “I’m too-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You smile as you straighten up and gently push him onto the bed, keeping your eyes on his as you strip down to nothing but his hat.

You grab a condom and crawl over him, tipping the hat back to kiss him deeply, pulling back with a bite to his lip to tear open the condom.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes as he watches you put it on.

“So are you,” you murmur as you line him up to your entrance.

You mean it too as you look down at him laid out beneath you; skin flushed, chest heaving, desire in his eyes.

The sounds of your harmonized pleasure fill the room as you sink down on him.

“You’re so big,” you whimper when he bottoms out.

“Doing so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bringing his hand between your legs to circle your clit while you take a second to adjust, grunting when you clench around him.

“Keep-keep going, I’m close,” you gasp when you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.

His free hand reaches up to pinch a nipple and that little bite of pain pushes you over the edge with a surprised cry.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans desperately, trying not to thrust his hips up, “you’re squeezing me so tight.”

He’s still trembling with restraint when you come to.

You plant your hands on his shoulders and begin to move your hips; tentative at first but quickly growing confident.

“Feels so good,” you whimper before you lean down for a filthy kiss, murmuring against his lips. “You’re so good, Bradley.”

His eyes close and his hips stutter at your words; he likes being praised too.

You bite your lip to not smile as you tuck that information away to use later.

You’re getting close and you can tell he is too by his breathy sounds and the way his fingers on your clit are getting sloppy.

The hat falls off your head and is quickly forgotten as you lean down to kiss him while your fingers trace over his chest as you toe the edge.

When your fingers find his nipples and pinch without warning, he groans shamelessly against your lips, filling the condom.

A satisfied moan leaves you when his release triggers yours and to shiver at the overstimulated whimper he lets out as you contract around him.

He presses a kiss to your hair as you recover on his chest.

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Not long after, you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in the same position.

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A/N: Can you tell I hate Fords? 😂 Chet had it coming and I couldn’t resist letting Charlie bring the one to give it to him.

Also…I wrote the majority and edited this from 2 AM to 5 AM when I couldn’t sleep 🥴 so if something doesn’t make sense or there’s errors, let me know!

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[thewailingbells]

Can I request Bubba Sawyer not really understanding what his female S/O period is. All he knows is that he saw blood on the sheets and thinks there's an emergency. Maybe he gets very protective when Y/N explains the whole thing.

A Bit of Blood

AN: Sorry this took so long! I had a very busy month but everything has finally started to calm down.

Warnings: This entire fic is about periods, so if that grosses you out, don’t read!

The sun is brightly shown through the thin curtains, gently nudging you awake. The persistent morning light became too much to bear. You let out an annoyed groan and rolled over on your side. You sought refuge from the persistent morning sun in your lover’s chest. Today was a rare day in the Sawyer household; it was quiet and calm. From the limited amount of time you had spent with the family, you concluded that they knew very little about those two concepts.

Nubbins was out in town taking photographs for his collection, Drayton was at the gas station working hard to get everything set up for the week, and Chop-Top was still in Vietnam.

That left only you and Bubba at home. He slept soundly in bed beside you. Despite his imposing size, there was a gentle calmness about him as he slept. You couldn't help but admire your big, gentle, manly lover, asleep and vulnerable, whose features softened in repose rather than the stern, concerned look he usually expresses.

Bubba’s eyes fluttered open. A smile appeared on his face when he realized you were right in front of him. He let out a squeal of happiness and pulled you into his chest. You giggled and hugged him back, enjoying his tight embrace. Despite the lovely moment you were having, Bubba was a morning person. Once he woke up, he was filled with energy. Bubba said something you couldn’t quite understand before wiggling out of your grasp. You sighed and rolled over to lay on your stomach.

Bubba began to follow his usual routine. Pull the blankets down, get out of bed, pull the blankets back up to cover you, and give you a kiss. Except this time, he let out an animalistic squeal. You quickly shot up in bed and turned to face him.

“Bubba! What’s wrong? What happened.”

He continued to make concerned noises. Bubba pointed to the bed. You jumped out of the bed to see what was wrong with it. Your heart sank. There was blood. Bubba began to cry. He gently patted the bottom of your butt, and you could only assume there was a blood mark there too.

You looked at him with loving eyes. You grabbed his rough hands with your soft ones. “Bubba, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”

He shook his head. You obviously weren’t okay! You are bleeding! That means you are hurt! Bubba started sobbing. “I’m sorry I hurt you I didn’t mean it I want to help you but I don’t know how to do that and I don’t want you to die so please don’t die,” he said. While the words weren’t exactly spoken in proper English, you were able to get the gist of what he was trying to say.

You squeezed his hands. “Listen to me. I am not going to die. This is normal for me. I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded. You smiled at him and sat down on the bloodstained bed. If you bleed more, it doesn’t matter; the sheets are already ruined. Bubba stayed standing up. He was too concerned to sit.

You used the most gentle tone you could. “Bubba. As you know, I am a woman. That means I have a different body than you. You’ve seen me naked many times. Whether we were showering together, having sex, or you just walked in on me changing, remember how I told you not to cum inside me?"

He nodded. Of course he remembered, but that didn’t explain why you were bleeding! There is no time to waste! If he waits too long to tend to the wound, you could bleed out. Despite his inner thoughts, he stayed put and listened. Bubba played with his bracelet to calm himself.

“There was a reason why I told you that. Bubba. If you cum inside me, I have a baby. Once a month, when I don’t have a baby, I bleed out of my vagina.”

Before you can continue, Bubba is pulling down his pants. You quickly stopped him. “Bubba! That doesn’t mean I want a baby! We’re too young for that.”

He whines. “The baby will stop the bleeding you need a baby now!”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t work like that. Not exactly, at least. The bleeding does hurt, but I would rather bleed than have a baby. Usually I just have cramps, headaches, dizziness, fatigue, mood swings, and a few other things.”

Bubba started crying again. You have to go through all of that? Once a month? He loves you! He doesn’t want you to be in pain. Bubba pats your head gently.

You were about to say something but were interrupted by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You quickly hunched over and grabbed your stomach.

You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and place you on the bed. “Bubba. I’m fine, real-“

“Nu uh,” Bubba said. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you down onto your back.

He grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them off you. He took your top off as well. Bubba looked into your eyes for a brief moment before gently taking off your underwear.

You groaned. “Sweetie, what are you doing? I’m going to bleed on the sheets more than I already have. It’s gonna make a mess.”

Bubba climbed into bed next to you. He made shushing sounds to shut you up. His rough, calloused hand began to gently rub your uterus. He continued to make sad sounds, like those of an injured puppy.

You felt disgusting. Like an animal free bleeding all over the place you slept.

“Bubba, isn’t this gross to you?”

He shook his head. Figures: After chopping up animals and people, blood must start to mean nothing to you.

“I’m going to need feminine products, Bubba. I can’t spend a whole week in bed because I’m bleeding.”

Your love whined. There was something about this that he liked. It was domestic, in an odd sense. You were sprawled out in the bed naked. Yet there were no feelings of sexual desire. Only a desire to nurture.

“Rest,” Bubba said. “I will take care of you. We can get you everything you want later. I love you so much please feel better.”

“Thank you,” you said weakly. This was certainly something you thought you would never do. To anyone else, their girlfriend bleeding all over their bed would make them want to vomit. Not for Bubba though, he loved everything about you, and he would be with you through everything. Everything.

[genderlessghoul]

I'm sick so this is purely self indulgent

(Please be nice, I don't usually write but I have a lot of ghoul thoughts)

Summary : Phantom gets sick for the first time, Dewdrop decides to take care of him. Nothing more than Ant being an oblivious dumbass and Dew turning into his mom.

Since his first day Top Side, Phantom was always one of the first ghouls awake. He'd already be sitting down at the kitchen table eating his toast when the others would start to slowly appear one by one for eggs or coffee or whatever they needed to start the day.

That morning, Phantom was not up before everyone. In fact he did not even show up at all for breakfast. The unusual change in behavior had one particular fire ghoul worried enough to pay him a visit after his meal.

Dew finds himself in front of the young ghoul's closed door, no light coming from under it and no noise coming from the other side. Maybe Phantom's still asleep. But he's never still asleep at this time.

The fire ghoul knocks after a few seconds of consideration. A small, almost inaudible whimper answers him. He turns the door knob and walks into the room.

The curtains are still closed. There's a faint halo of light emanating from the edges, just enough to cast a dim light on the bed. There lies a truly ridiculous pile of blankets, the only sign of the quintessence ghoul burried within being the gentle rise and fall of said pile. The room, which usually carries Phantom's scent of sunlight and chamomile, smells of something sour.

"Hey..." Dew starts, not quite sure how to handle the situation. He walks closer to the bed as he speaks "What's going on, what's wrong?"

"I don't know" the younger ghoul's voice is shaky and coarse "I just woke up like this. My head feels dizzy, I'm so cold and my nose" he sniffs loudly "it just won't stop leaking."

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Dew is able to push away enough of the blankets to be able to see Phantom's face and make up the outline of his body. He's curled up on himself, completely shivering.

"Oh shit, I think you might have caught a cold for the first time. I told you to dress up warmer yesterday, it's getting chilly outside."

"How can I catch a temperature?" the tone of absolute confusion in his voice makes the fire ghoul chuckle against his better judgment.

"No baby, it's just a way of saying you got sick. One of the joys of living amongst humans, you can get diseases like them too. It's just a little virus, it'll pass."

"What's a virus?"

Dew's not sure how to answer that question. He's never been one to get into the sciences of it all. He's never been sick himself, one of the pros of being part fire ghoul is that his body runs too hot for most uninvited guests of the sort to thrive.

"I don't... Really know, I've never been sick... I guess it's a thing that lives inside you and tries to like... Kill you?"

"What???" Phantom gives out a truly pathetic squeak and another loud sniff "Am I gonna die? Is that why my nose is leaking, are my insides slowly liquifying?"

"Naaah, takes a whole lot more than a cold to kill a ghoul. But it's gonna royally suck to be alive for a couple days."

"Please just kill me already" the request is accompanied by a series of sad groans as the sick ghoul turns around to bury his head in his pillow.

"Oh don't be so dramatic" Dew gets up the bed and heads towards the door "Stay there, I'll be back."

He hears more groans as he heads into the halway towards the kitchen.

Phantom doesn't move after Dewdrop leaves. His head is in too much of a fuzz, it feels like it's about to explode. He feels truly pathetic and quite frankly gross, laying there with his snot slowly soaking into the pillowcase. When the fire ghoul emerges back in the doorframe, he's carrying a tray with a bowl, a cup, a box and a small container.

"Whas all that?" the quintessence ghoul inquires.

"Sit up" the older ghoul orders. Phantom obeys without arguing but not without a few pathetic whimpers. How dare he be asked to move when he's on the brink of death?

Dew walks back towards the bed and sets the tray on the nightstand before sitting next to his protégé. "That's chicken noodle soup in the bowl. It's the fake kind that come in an envelope but I swear it's just as good. I think the yellow powder's slightly radioactive, it might help kill the virus."

Phantom's eyes go wide and he doesn't have a choice but to explain to him that it's not, in fact, radioactive. The new ghoul is so gullible sometimes. It's adorable.

"The cup's mint tea. Real kind tho, Mountain would probably skin any of us for make tea the wrong way. But you know that. Box is just tissues, it's for your runny nose."

"I thought you said you never got sick?"

"I don't... Why?"

"Well there's a box of it by your bed. Is it in case Rain gets sick?"

"Yup that's it, it's for Rain, enough questions. And that small thing" he grabs the container from the tray and unscrews the lid, putting it directly below the other's nose. The smell is strong, Phantom throws his head back in surprise. "It's to help you breathe better"

Dew dips his fingers into the mixture and rubs it lightly on between the sick ghoul's collar bones. "Thank you"

"You're welcome. Now move over, I need space in there too."

"Hm?"

"Speaking from everyone else's experience, the best way to get over a cold is to cuddle up next to somethin' extra toasty" the quintessence moves enough to allow the older one to settle right next to him. He takes the bowl of soup from the side of the bed and places it carefully in Phantom's lap. "Eat it while it's still warm. Then we can spend all day napping and watching stupid movies, sounds nice?"

"Yeah... Sounds real nice" there the hint of a purr starting up in his chest. Maybe it's not all that bad if he gets the fire ghoul all to himself for an entire day.

[copperbadge]

Supposedly, people with Anphantasia don't get scared reading scary stories, or at least not much. Is that true with you if you ever read Horror?

You know, I'd never thought about it, but I suppose it is. To an extent, anyway.

Follows a discussion of my relationship to horror prose and media; if you don't know what aphantasia is, as many people coming to this tumblr don't, I have a tag for it here that may help -- it's basically the lack of a "mind's eye", a visual imagination, so I hear/read things and don't see an image of them in my mind. If you are scoffing right now that nobody actually has a mind's eye, congratulations, you may also have aphantasia. The articles linked in the tag will be useful to you.

I have definitely been scared by prose before but it's very rare, and not much since I was a child, when the stories I found scary were preying on fears I already had. I loved the Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark books, and I think it's not unusual that I found the illustrations more frightening than the prose, but the only story that ever scared me was the one about the vampire who kept trying to grab a kid through a window -- because I had a window over my bed in my childhood bedroom and I was terrified I'd look up to see someone looking down at me through it. Likewise, as an adult, the only content in horror I find scary is what I think of as "mind horror" -- the loss of faculty or the loss of awareness of faculty (think the end scene of the novel Hannibal with the brain). Which is one of my biggest fears.

I don't read much horror because generally I get bored, which has in the past made me feel faintly appalled at myself, but which now makes more sense. Certainly I have no interest in slasher-style gore in prose, because I find it uninteresting and it goes on a really long time, while I don't watch it in movies/TV because the visual is upsetting -- so if I was getting the visual from the prose I might react more emotionally. I am a fan of Stephen King but mostly his early work where he was shorter on suspense, and I was reading it because I liked the ideas and the characters. Carrie is super interesting because of the personalities involved, not because of the violence or the horror aspects. But I've never seen a movie adaptation and I can imagine I would be deeply unsettled if not distraught by certain scenes if depicted visually. Although I didn't find the Hannibal TV series super upsetting (I mostly was put off by how bad I imagined Will smelled) so perhaps body horror just doesn't do it for me.

This may also explain my hard-no on zombie media, because I'm not scared at all of zombies, I just find them boring and gross, and that leaves the post-apocalyptic humans. My hard-no on post-apocalypse anything is an aversion to imagining the end of my world, though, which isn't visual, it's conceptual, and not scary, just upsetting.

Like, people kept suggesting Zombies Run! to me when I was taking up running and -- well, one, I needed the music to keep my pace, I didn't want it interrupted. But two, I didn't see why a bunch of random groaning noises would make me run faster. If you could see zombies chasing you in your head, yeah, that'd probably be more motivating.

It kind of explains too why I haven't written much horror. I used to be very curious about how people worked out what's "scary" in horror prose and I guess part of the curiosity came from not experiencing it myself. It's tough to know how to write a scary story when stories don't scare you.

To be clear, I definitely experience fear. Reading Stephen King's "It" didn't really scare me, but there were scary moments in the film adaptations. I startle at jumpscares. There's plenty of stuff in real life that I'm scared of. And even podcasts -- I don't get mental images during podcasts like apparently most people do, but Magnus Archives got me with the "digging into your pre-existing fears" thing once or twice, and while I didn't finish The Left Right Game (I just got bored) the hitchhiker scene definitely got me. But I think, unless it's playing on something conceptual that already existed, yeah, I don't find prose particularly frightening.

Huh. This feels like the kind of thing that could have a significant impact on my creative output if I could crowbar my way into it. Knowing that I as an aphantic don't need descriptions that other people do has already, I think, impacted my editing process, but this feels like it maybe would somehow have an effect on the whole thing -- the fact that I don't experience emotions when reading in the same way other people do because I don't get the visuals is something to meditate on.

How the fuck did I ever even become a writer. Like what's up with that.

(Ironically it was X-Files fanfic. X-Files, a show that very much did scare me, for which I wrote and read a lot of fanfic, none of which did...yikes. Well, that's something to meditate on for the weekend.)

[george-weasleys-girl]

Fred Weasley being a complete ass because idk why I like it, but I do.

Enemy Mine - Part 1

I knew when I started writing that this wouldn't be a oneshot (most likely a trilogy.) I received this and another Fred request back-to-back, and they just went together so seamlessly.

~•~

Fred Weasley.

Just the sound of his name was like fingernails on a chalkboard to Y/N's ears. Every time she heard it, her blood pressure would skyrocket. He was the most arrogant, self-absorbed, irritating person she'd ever met.

She hated him with every fiber of her being and planned to continue hating him until she took her last breath.

~•~

Surprisingly, though, it hadn't always been that way. Y/N had once liked the twins and had even saved them from Filch's wrath by pulling them into a vacant classroom where she was practicing for her Charms test.

For a brief time, it seemed like they might become friends, but that all changed at the end of their second year. While she and her friends were walking to the train to head home for the summer, someone behind them yelled, "Oi, Y/N! Catch!"

Y/N turned to find a snake hurtling through the air toward her. Before she could react, it hit her square on, getting tangled in her hair. She screamed, frantically trying to shake it off. Then, several seconds later, it disappeared in a puff of orange smoke, and Y/N realized it wasn't real at all, but one of Fred's stupid pranks. All the same, the whole affair left her shaken and humiliated.

When she'd finally calmed down enough to confront him, all she got was an eye roll and a condescending comeback. "It wasn't even real, Y/N, I don't know why you're so upset," he'd said. "Go away and play with your little dollies or something."

'Well,' Y/N thought. 'If that's the way it's gonna be.'

~•~

By the time the next school year rolled around, Y/N had washed her hands of the whole matter, including Fred himself. However, Fred had other ideas. He followed her around, making hissing noises and joking about her "silly reaction to a fake snake," and once or twice stuck a rubber snake in her face, laughing when she screamed.

"Weasley, if you stick that in my face one more time," she'd threatened. "I'm gonna shove it somewhere you'll always know where to find it."

"You'll have to take it from me first, scaredy cat," he teased, dangling the toy serpent in her face. Failing to stamp down her panic, Y/N turned and stomped down the hall before she embarrassed herself yet again.

~•~

Fred finally let up on the snake nonsense the year the Chamber of Secrets opened. In fact, Fred hardly bothered her at all. Y/N figured it was more for his little sister's sake than hers. Which was fine. She respected that. To say that Ginny went through some things that year was a gross understatement.

So, for while, Y/N thought maybe he'd finally grown up a little.

Nope.

Fred was back to his irritating self the next year, except he'd moved on from scaring and pranking her to verbal sparring.

"Hey, look, it's Little Miss Can't Be Wrong!"

"Sorry ginger, I'm busy right now. Can I ignore you later?"

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Weasley, I'll ignore you so hard you'll start to question your existence."

~

"Must be hard not being able to laugh, Y/N."

"Weasley, I do have a sense of humor, you know."

"I’ve never heard you laugh before."

"I’ve never heard you say anything funny."

~

"Why do you always paint me as the bad guy, Weasley?"

"I don't know, why does everyone paint me as the pretty one? We all have our thing."

~

"Am I going too far?"

"No, no, no, Weasley. You went too far about three years ago."

And so it went. Day after day. Month after month. The two of them tossing insults and jibes back and forth. Then, halfway through their fifth year, Y/N started dating Lucas Collins.

That's when everything changed.

~•~

Fred couldn't stand Y/N Y/L/N. She was a stuck-up, humorless, straight-A student. The antithesis of everything he stood for.

And yet, like a moth to a flame, he couldn't seem to stay away from her.

Sure, it was true he'd developed a little crush on Y/N in their second year after she pulled him and George into a vacant classroom to hide them from Filch. But, that had nothing to do with it.

No, not at all. Most definitely not.

Besides, that silly little crush vanished as soon as he realized she couldn't take a joke.

So why, if he disliked Y/N so much, did he want to punch Lucas Collins in his stupid face every time he saw him?

~•~

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

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Silent Love: Ch. 7 - "A Lovely Night."

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter: "Forgiveness?"

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 34,014

THIS IS PART TWO

HERE'S PART ONE!

You wince, the flash light of the phone blinding you for a second, before looking to the side. “Oh my god, you’re going to get us caught!” You whisper shout, panic evident on your face. “This is totally how people get murdered in movies.” 

“Sure.” 

You narrow your eyes at Sukuna, eyes trained on the camera. “I can’t believe you’re into this kinda’ things. You’re so gross.” 

“Don’t lie to me. You know you love this shit, too.” Sukuna groans when you run your tongue over the head of his cock, his eyes flutter. “Fuck, just like that baby, just fuckin’ like that.” 

Sukuna lowers his free hand to cup your chin, running his thumb softly over your pouty bottom lip. “Open.” He hums, sliding his thumb into your soft and warm mouth. He can feel your tongue slide around his digit, softly sucking on it. Sukuna softly groans, before he presses down, forcing your mouth open. 

He slowly laughs, “Ahh.” He cooed at you, watching as you stick out his tongue and mimic his noises. Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, everything about you is perfect. Even your subtle red lip gloss smeared on his thumb.

You look into the camera, your pupils shrinking from the light as you lean down to place the head of his cock on your tongue. The gloss of your lipgloss transferring to his skin, you place a kiss on it, smiling at him. You bat your eyelashes at him, “Am I doing good?” 

Sukuna cups your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “Doin’ such a good job, baby, keep sukin’ pretty girl.” He slowly trails his hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer. 

His words have your mind malfunctioning, they make you change. The logical and self respecting slipping into something more giving, and wanting. You just want to make him feel good. You want to hear him say more, you want to hear him… groan in pleasure. You;re horny over the thought of seeing Sukuna crumble in pleasure you’re giving him. 

You thickly swallow, nodding your head meekly. Tilting your head to the side and kissing the underside of his head, your tongue sliding down to the base of his cock. Practically making out with his dick before grabbing it with your hands. 

You wrap your fingers around the head, moving it up and down his girth. You can’t help but notice that the tips of your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is, your nails are the only thing that connect your hands together. You look up to see your moving up and down the head of his cock. Sukuna notices, and smiles to himself, his much larger hand wrapping around yours, moving it up and down his sensitive head. “Fuck yes, love this shit. Juust like that.”

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but seeing you jerk him off through his camera with the fresh set of nails he bought you, along with glinting jewelry adorning your body, has his chest swelling with pride. It’s almost like you’re wearing something that shows you’re his. Solely his. Fuck, you’re his.

“C’mon baby, take it in your mouth.” He whispers, catching the way your sparkly eye moves up and looks at him with a puppy-like expression. “You can do it, right? You can do that for me?” His expression isn’t like anything you’ve seen before, red and… desperate. “Right? Please, please do that for me.”

You feel your cunt throb, your underwear sticking to your pussy. You nod, almost drunk on his words. “Mhm, I’ll do that, I want to do that… for you.” You wonder if this is how being on drugs feels like, intoxicating and longing. 

You close your eyes and wrap your lips around the head, slowly pushing yourself forward and taking him deeper into your mouth. He’s so thick, long, and throbbing in your mouth. Is it even possible to take him all the way? 

You feel embarrassed struggling to take him in your mouth, you’ve been wanting to do this for so long, and now you can’t even do it correctly. What if Sukuna doesn’t like it? 

You whimper, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while swirling your tongue around his girth. You hear Sukuna groan above you, softly whispering, “Yeah, fuck, just like that.” His hand goes above your head, “Go deeper.” Your mouth is so warm, so hot, and inviting, as if it had been made to take his dick inside of it. 

You pull off with a soft ‘pop!’ accompanying your actions. You glance at the camera, before looking at Sukuna, “I can’t, s’it too big, ‘Kuna.” You mumble, resting both your hands on his thighs, softly playing with the fabric of his pants. 

You can see him smiling at you, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He ends the video and places his phone down. “Here, you have to relax your throat for me.” He watches as you take him inside your mouth again, fluttering your eyes closed. “Mhm, there you go.” 

You thickly swallow, gripping onto his thighs. You can feel him going deeper into you, a soft moan vibrating against his dick. Sukuna groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, “Yeah, fu-fuck, just like that.” He shakily exhales, “Let me all the way inside you.” 

You love what his words do to you, making you mush your thighs together to receive some much needed friction on your clit. Pleading for attention, but your mind is already occupied with trying to make Sukuna feel good, much rather than yourself. You try to keep your composure, not let your lashes flutter or your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re doing this for Sukuna, you want to make Sukuna feel good. 

But, god, is it really hard to focus on that. 

Especially when you’re thinking about how it would feel inside your cunt. Making you cry, and sob with pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and mind empty with nothing but his dick. Pleasure swirling your body, cum spilling out of your pussy before he would fuck it back into you. Body twitching when he made you cum, again, and again. 

You wonder if he can make you squirt again, making your thighs shake as you claw at his sheet. Drunk on the feeling of his cock ramming inside you and hitting that perfect little spot deep in you. Stupid and needy just for him. Would Sukuna like that? Knowing that you need him more than you’ve ever needed anyone before?

You thickly swallow, swirling your tongue around the head. Closing your eyes, and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Sukuna softly groans, his dick twitching in your mouth. “Fuck yeah.” His hand moves to your hair, gathering it all together and holding it behind your head. “There you go, that should help you baby.”

Sukuna’s hips twitch forward with restraint every once and a while. He hates the pace you're going. A painful slow and tantalizing pace that makes him want to grab your head, and fuck your mouth like a toy. Fuck the slow shit, he likes the messy mind blinding pleasure. Where you don’t care about how you look, you don’t care for the mess you’re making, you’re just desperate to feel good. 

But, he doesn’t. He wants to let you do your thing, let you get used to his massive size. It’s not going to be long until he finally uses his throat in a way he’s been dying to. That though alone has him groaning with pleasure. The idea of pushing your head up and down his cock, or holding your hair out of your face while he fucks your throat without any other goal, but to come deep inside of you. 

“C’mon, you can go deeper.” Sukuna groans, “Wanna be inside your throat, was to feel you squeeze my dick.” He pushes his hips close to your mouth, adoring the way you slightly gag on him, “You can do that f’me, let me deep inside that cute little throat of yours.” 

How could you say no to that? With the way he’s cooing gently at you, easing you slowly down his cock. His soft groans echo in your ears, because it feels so good. You want more, you want to hear more, you want more of Sukuna. You inhaled before closing your eyes, and pushing yourself closer to his abdomen. Stretching your mouth open to accommodate his size. 

Why does his dick have to be so big? How is that fair for you? Especially knowing that this is your first time?

He grits his teeth, his grip on your hair tightening a small bit, “Fuck. You’re so good for me, taking me like this.” He could feel the back of your throat hit the head of his cock, and he tenses. Choking on a breath, as his hips jutting forward into your mouth. The worst part? You haven’t even taken all of him in your mouth. Fuck, it feels like he’s loosing his mind right now. 

You close your eyes and push your head forward, feeling his dick fill your throat. A loud whine echoing through your room, your hands moving up and down what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Before you slowly move your head back, remove your mouth from his cock with a small ‘pop!’ Running your hand up and down his cock, rubbing the tip with the palm of your hand in circles. A deep groan leaving his lips. You sniff, taking a moment to try and catch your breath as you look at Sukuna. 

You pass him a playful smile, definitely not suited for the situation as you lick the corner of your mouth, your pink tongue peaking out for a second. “Am I doing good?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, and it shocks you significantly more than it does Sukuna.

Sukuna laughs, nodding his head, “You know the answer to that.”

You clear your throat, pressing your lips together. You still have a bit of lip gloss left on your lips, “Even though it’s my first time?” Your hand is still moving up and down his dick, eyes trained on watching the obscene sight. It’s so nasty, and hot. You tilt your head to the side, pressing the flat of your tongue to the underside of his cock, taking a long lick up his dick.

Sukuna clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering as a soft moan leaves him. You couldn’t help, but giggle. “I don’t believe you.” Sukuna runs his fingers through your bangs, “Have you been lying to me?” His chest rises and falls with each deep breath that leaves him. 

You rest your head on his thigh, eyes back on his cock. “‘Kuna, I’d never lie to you.” You open your lips again, sticking out your tongue and batting your eyelashes at Sukuna. Slowly pressing your tongue against him, taking him back into your mouth and moaning softly. The noise vibrates down his cock, making his thigh jump. 

Sukuna’s nose wrinkles, “Shit, your tongue feels–feels amazing.” He sharply inhales, rolling his hips forward. Trying to get deeper in your mouth. You can’t help but let your eyes flutter, moaning with each stroke he takes into your mouth. Taking a good amount of him inside your mouth. 

Your hands tighten around his thighs, eyebrows furrowing with discomfort. It feels good, but it’s a new foreign feeling, having something bully its way deep and deeper into your throat. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so well Y/n.” He groans, cocking his head back, his throat on full display for you while his eyes flutter, rolling to the back of his head. “Fuh–fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop…” Sukuna rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. Cutting off your air. 

Your eyes watered, pussy fluttering around nothing as you slowly moved back and forth. Feeling him inside in ways that should be disgusting, yet here you were enjoying it. You take a deep breath through your nose and hold it, relaxing your throat and pushing yourself forward. You can feel him slide all the way down your throat, the head bulging within you. Your sticky lips touch his abdomen, leaving a red mark of your lips on Sukuna’s skin. 

Sukuna gasps, caught between pleasure and shock. “Sh-shit, are you…” His eyes roll into the back of his head when he feels your tongue squirm against his length, his hand moving to rest right behind your head and applying pressure. He doesn’t want you to move, he wants you here for a few more moments. His hips circling in your mouth. 

Sukuna forces himself to look down, and he almost comes undone on the spot. Your glassy eyes looking at him with blown pupils, puppy-like and wanting to please. He can see an evident bulge in your throat, physically showing him how deep inside your throat he is. You try to swallow, which makes your throat constrict around him. A particular groan leaving him that made you clamp your legs together. 

Your long lashes flutter, eyes ever so slightly rolling back. Fuck, this is amazing. 

You don’t think you’re ever going to be able to admit it out loud to Sukuna, but you’re growing to love doing this. Maybe it’s how it makes you feel, or it’s entirely because of Sukuna, but it feels liberating. It feels good to give him pleasure, and for some reason it’s making you feel good, too. 

Your panties are absolutely drenched. 

You want him, you want to feel more, you want your tongue all over his bare skin, you’re dying to feel him against you. But, you also… really want to kiss him. You’re eager to please, desperate to kiss him. You want to feel his tongue against yours again, making yourself drunk off his taste and words so you can’t think of the stresses of college or life. Taste his flavor, scent, feeling, everything. 

You just want to be good for him, you want him to say you’re doing good for him. You want to hear… praise. Because, deep down—the reason you’re so easy to be good, is because you're a good girl. Someone who loves to please, someone who loves the attention of a man. Someone who loves the attention of Sukuna. Maybe you're obsessed with him, but that’s okay. You bat your eyelashes at Sukuna, the eye contact between the two of you has you melting. Because, you know he’s equally obsessed with you. 

Sukuna’s been dying to see you like this, on your knees looking up at him with your glossy eyes and sucking his cock. Legs clamped together, because of how much you were enjoying this. “To–Touch yourself.” He forces out, his lips parting in quick gasp, “Make yourself feel good, rub that sloppy pussy for me.” His eyes are half lidded, “I just know she’s all wet f’me.” 

It’s so gross, so depraved, but you’re loving this. Feeling his dick deep in your throat. Knowing that the only thing Sukuna is looking at, craving for, is you. Watching with gratification as you struggle to take his thick dick in your tiny throat. The small moans, and whimpers that would vibrate against his length when you struggle to breathe. That isn’t enough, he needs more. He wants to see more of the bulge of your neck from his size, grab your neck to feel it beneath his palm. 

You swallow around him for a final time, moving back and sucking in much needed air. You blink a few times, your eyes lazily opening and closing. “I think I like doing this.” You whisper, subtly suck on your bottom lip.

“This feels so good.” 

Sukuna’s voice is deep when he says, “Yeah?” His hand runs down your head, cupping your cheek in a loving way. “You like sucking my dick?” He almost mocks you as he says, “Makes your pretty pussy feel good?” You hum out a response, nodding your head as you run your tongue over his lip, circling your pink muscles around it. 

Watching the way Sukuna jolts forward for a moment, his hands meeting your hair with a scratchy groan. “Fu–fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” He slicks his hair back with his hand, running his fingers through his unruly strands. “I can’t–fuckin–do this anymore.” 

You blink a few times, “Huh?” 

Both his hands rest on your cheeks, rubbing them soothingly. It’s sweet, uncharacteristically sweet of Sukuna, it’s a bit unnerving. “Just relax your throat for me, lovely, I’m going to fuck it.” His hands move to your hair, pulling your face close to his dick. “Just open up, and say–” 

“Ahh.” You say without thought, lashes fluttering closed. 

Sukuna laughs darkly above you, “Yeah, just like that, such a good girl for me.” The tip of his dick taps against your tongue, before sliding into your mouth. Another soft groan, “You don’t have to do anything, you don’t even have to think. Just take this cock, baby.” 

Sukuna’s hand went to the top of your head, grabbing your hair with much more force than before, and pulling you down his dick. Your eyes instantly widen, the tip hitting the back of your throat, before going deep inside your throat. You gag, your throat tightening around his cock making Sukuna jolt forward. 

Sukuna thickly swallows, head lollying back without restraint from the sensation. His eyes meeting the top of his car roof, jolting nerves zapping all over his body. His roughness is a bit of a shock, but you… like it. You naturally look up, dolly eyes looking up to see Sukuna, unfortunately his head is tilted back.

His hips thrust his dick in and out of you, and your side your fingers to run the outside of your panties. Already damp with your slick as he uses your mouth like a toy. Fingers rubbing slow circles into your throbbing clit, already too sensitive to be touched so much. 

Sukuna deeply exhales, lowering his head to look at you again. But, he’s quickly met with your glassy eyes, your hand down your panties and rubbing circles into your clit. He smirks, running his tongue over his teeth, “Fuck, yeah. You look so fuckin’ sexy.” Seeing you like this is everything, and more. He watches as fat tears slide down your cheeks, and it makes his head spin. 

Sukuna really did want to be nice, he really, really did. But, how can he? Especially with the adorable way you're taking his cock down your throat, which tears running down your face. He narrows his eyes on you, it feels like too much, “Awh, is it too much for you?” He rolls his hips into you, eyes fluttering closed as he groans. “You can’t take my fat cock?” 

You look up at Sukuna, his hands let go of your head for a moment, and take this chance to flutter your eyelashes at him while you move back and forth. Your glossy lips dragging over his length. You just want him to come, you just want to feel it slide down your throat. 

“Shit, I’m going to–” Sukuna forces his eyes closed, gripping your head again. “Keep doin’ that, don’t stop, don’t you–please, don’t fucking stop, I’m…” You push your mouth down his cock again, taking him all the way in your mouth by yourself. Your nose softly pressing against his abdomen, tickling him, but cutting off any air from reaching your lungs. His abdomen tightens, before your name slips his lips in a whimper. “Please.”

It has you done for. 

You softly gag, tightening around his cock as your eyelashes flutter closed. Tears falling down your stained cheeks, as you desperately try not to choke. You whimper, your fingers working fast circles into your clit as you finally come undone with Sukuna. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from the sensation of him coming down your throat. 

You stay there for a moment, letting Sukuna ride out his high before his muscles relax. You finally push yourself off with a moan, tongue softly running over his head for the last time. Siliva decorating your plump lips, with a few strands breaking away from his dick. 

You rest your head on his thigh, mushing your lips together before softly pulling them apart with a soft,‘pop!’ Your head feels fuzzy, almost as if you just came off an intense roller coaster, or if you were close to passing out. Eyes cloudy and still glossy, while your thighs are sticky and wet. Your clit is a bit overstimulated. 

And still, after all of that, you want Sukuna more than anything. You push yourself off the ground, which is happily accepted by Sukuna’s opening arms for you into his lap. You naturally go in to kiss him, but hesitate. He probably wouldn’t want to do that right after–

“Why’d you hesitate.” Sukuna’s looking at you, his pupils are still blown wide. 

You blink, “Do… what?” 

“Don’t wanna’ kiss me?” He asks, almost as if he were offended.

You nod, “Of course I do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to.” 

Sukuna pinches your nose, “You get in your head too often.” Even with your nose pinched, you're still leaning in, pressing your lips against him. The kiss is messy, no care as your tongues are rolling against each other. Your already glossy lips are growing even more slippery and messy. 

You pull away with a whimper, hips rolling into his. “Sukuna…” You whine, gripping his shirt between your digits. “I want you to fuck me.” You whimper, wiggling your hips into him, “Please, I want you to fuck me, I want it, I want you.” You babbling, your mind still clearly on a high from your pleasure. 

Sukuna’s eyes are still half lidded, his hands landing on your lips. “You want me to fuck you?” He whispers, “You want me to make you feel good?” He kisses you again, and this kiss has more structure, like he’s trying to ground you. 

You nod eagerly, “I need it.” Your lips are touching his as you whisper, “Please.” The words are so pretty on your tongue, longing and needy, “Please fuck me, ‘Kuna, I need you more than anything.”

Sukuna lets you kiss him, but forces himself to turn away, “I’m not fucking you…” He watches as your eyes pleadingly look at him, “Not… here.” 

You tilt your eyes at him, “Why not?” 

Sukuna furrows his eyes, “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car in a random parking lot.” He smiles, almost as if he were telling you common sense, “But, with the way you’re…” He looks down, watching as you roll your lips into his with desperation, “Fuck.” He shakes his head, you’re genuinely going to be the death of him. “You’re making it hard for me to say no.” 

“Then, don’t say no.” 

“Yes–no.” Sukuna kisses your forehead, but it’s clear he’s trying to distract himself, because he doesn’t come back down to look at your face. “I’m not fucking you here.”  

You sigh, leaning your head back and resting it on the driver’s seat headrest, “You're killing me, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m going to die.” You place your hand on your chest, “Actually, that’s a lie, you definitely killed me.” 

“You’re goin’ to have to wait until we get home.” Sukuna feels his phone buzz, but before he can grab it, you lay down on the seat and pick it up yourself. Resting on your stomach while your thighs rest on his. Sukuna takes this chance to finally tuck himself back into his pants, grabbing your ankle. “You’re getting comfortable with my phone.” 

“Yeah.” You kick your foot back and forth, your heels discarded somewhere in his car. Long gone, “It’s the blonde girl, again.” 

“What did she say?” 

You flip the screen to him, showing the text. “She’s asking why you left her on read.” You pull your skirt down your ass, feeling a bit exposed in his position. “What do you want me to say?” 

Sukuna isn’t looking at the screen anymore, just letting his hands play with the frills of your dress, “Anything you want.” He shrugs, “I don’t care.” He sighs before pushing your legs off of him, exiting the car to go in the driver's seat. 

You take this time to just hop over the center console, taking a seat in the passenger side while still looking at his phone, unsure of how to answer. Until a fun idea pops into your head. You hear Sukuna fixing his belt, but you quickly place your hand over his, “Wait, I have an idea.” 

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, “Does this include me pulling out my dick again.” He has a smirk on his face. 

You look to the side, pretending to think, “No.” You open up the photo application on messages, “But, it does include you and me in a picture.” You lean close to Sukuna, and kiss his cheek. “Just go along with it, and smile.”

“A picture? Then let me–”

“No.” You angle the phone up, putting a peace sign up with a kind smile. Your lips smeared with a bit of red, and your messy frizzy hair caught in the photo. Sukuna wasn’t entirely ready for the photo, his hair equally as messy and lips a bit shiny from your lip gloss. You snap the picture and send it to the girl. “There, hopefully that will scare her off.” 

“Doubt it.” Sukuna watches as you connect his phone to his car, searching up a song and playing it. “If anything, you can just block her again.”

“That’s true.” You place the phone in the cup holder, your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “Watch, she’s going to pull the–finals are next week, please come study with me!” You scoff, clearly fuming over this girl. Sukuna thinks it’s cute, as much as it is amusing. “Whatever. It’s fine, I’ll block her later.” You click your seatbelt on, listening to the engine of his car roaring to life. “Besides, she makes me feel bad, I don’t want to feel pity right now.” 

Sure, pity. Sukuna looks over his shoulder, pulling out of the parking spot, “Yeah?” He places his hand atop your head, “Forget about her.” And, if you can’t, Sukuna knows a sure fire way to do so. Actually, he knows a way to remove all thoughts from your head. “She’s getting you worked up.” 

You pout slightly, silently agreeing with him and you look outside the window. You whisper something Sukuna can’t hear. He looks at you for a brief second, “What?” He looks back at the road. 

You feel your face burning with embarrassment, your lashes fluttering ever so slightly. “Did I… do good?” You’re leaning on the arm rest, head turned away from him, while your mouth is covered by the palm of your hand. You shake your head, “You know what? Nevermind, I’m being dumb.” 

Sukuna chuckles, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing it slightly, “Are you asking me to praise you?” He can feel you shiver underneath his touch, even leaning into it. 

You huff, “No.” 

Sukuna grabs your neck, pulling you closer to him. “Be honest.” He can see your throat bob slowly, your lashes fluttering as you look at him with those glossy eyes he’s growing to adore more than anything. His eyebrows raise slightly, “Hm?” 

You deeply sigh, slowly turning to look at him with an embarrassed expression. “...Yes.” You hate that he’s messing with you, but… at the same time, you really like it. Are you broken? Enjoying the way Sukuna toys with you? Making you come out with deep secrets only you’re supposed to know about? Is that why you mess with him so much? Because, deep down, you secretly love the way he messes with you. 

Sukuna briefly kisses your head, removing his hand and placing it back on the wheel. “Yes, baby, you did great.” Sukuna notices how you try to hide a giddy smile on your lips. 

Yeah, you love the way Sukuna is. 

—

Sukuna parks the car in the garage, much like any other day and you’re quick to leave the car. Clearly eager and excited to be close to Sukuna, you’re inches away from opening the door when you pause. Your eyes widen, “Wait, what if Yuuji is home? That means I’m not going to be able to–” 

Your back is snuggling held between the door and Sukuna’s body, his lips on your and almost eating you up. You giggle in the kiss, trying to speak, but due to Sukuna’s sloppiness, you can’t get too much out. “Sukuna–wait!” You feel your lashes flutter shut, your foot sliding against your ankle as he kisses you. 

“Wait?” Sukuna asks, his hand moving to your waist and arching your back into him.”I’ve been waiting for this for–fuck, so fuckin’ long.” He sounds out of breath, dark, and deeper. Hands lowering to your ass and grabbing onto the fat of it. 

You laugh, cupping his face and flinching when he presses you harder against the door. It makes you gasp, giving Sukuna the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. Sliding his hand underneath the back of your knee and hooking it around his waist. 

You moan when his bulge presses against your covered pussy, “You feel me?” He whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling it between the two of you, resting it on his bulge. He smiles, sharp teeth flashing as you, “That’s going to be inside you.” He uses his free hand to slide his palm over your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure, “All of it deep inside of you.” His voice is so raspy, it feels like a drug. Sukuna feels like a drug, you honestly don’t know how your knee didn’t give in on the spot. 

You sniff, looking away, “Stop saying things like that…” You whisper, butterflies swarming your stomach. It feels so good. “You’re making me feel—“ 

“Shh.” Sukuna perks up, resting his head on the door. “Shit, I think someone is home.” 

You kiss his neck, sliding your tongue over his skin. He tastes sweet, “Who cares?” You softly suck on his skin, blooming a sport hue of red on his pale skin. “Just try not to be so loud, and we won’t get caught.” 

Sukuna shakes his head, but he’s clearly amused by your antics. “You're right.” He kisses you a final time, “Put your hands above your head, and turn around.” 

You blink a few times, cheekily smiling, “Why should I?” 

“I want to see how quiet you can be.” His eyes dip down, looking at where the two of you are connecting. His jeans, and your short dress covering what he wants to see. “Do it for me? Please.” 

Suddenly, ‘please,’ is the magic word. 

You bite your lower lip, “Shouldn’t we go to your room?” 

“No.” Sukuna grabs your hips and ushers you around, “Don’t want to get caught, right?” Your backside pressed snuggly against his front, his head dipping down to skin the tip of your ear. “There you go, just do as I say.” He lowers his hands to your waist, pulling at them so your ass is pressed right against his erection. 

You thickly swallow, nodding your head softly. “Okay.” You can feel your eyelashes fluttering, naturally moving your hips in circles. You slowly extend your hands over your head, keeping them together.

“Just like that..” Sukuna mumbles behind you, sliding his hand to grab both your wrists. “Keep moving–fuck, keep moving against me.” He uses his free hand to pick up your skirt, pushing it up your plush ass. “Fuck–fuck, you make me feel…” He drops his head atop of yours, “You make me feel so good. Shit.” 

You relax into the door, shoulder slouching into your back as you just feel Sukuna rut against you. This is so gross, you think to yourself, this isn’t supposed to be hot, you mentally scold, but it is. 

You love when Sukuna whispers dirty nothings in your ears, licking his tongue up any sensitive skin he can taste, pulling and shoving you into any position he wants. Doing whatever he wants to your body, purely because it makes him feel good. 

You rub your ass harder on his hard erection, “Please.” You whisper, tilting your head back, looking at Sukuna with glossy eyes. “Please, kiss me.” You should be scared, the way he’s looming over you right now, making you feel like a tiny puppy. But, you’re not, you like it, you like that he’s bigger than you. 

Maybe you’re crazy. 

Sukuna smirks, laughing slightly, “What are you askin’ for?” He responds, eyes bouncing back to your ass rubbing against him, and your eyes begging for his. “Want another kiss?” He coos, clearly finding amusement, and sexiness in your plea. 

You nod your head, “Mhm!” 

“Awh, of course you do.” He grips your neck, twisting it up more to kiss you, sliding his tongue lewdly against yours. Not caring if the kiss is any form of a kiss, just wanting to satisfy someone who’s growing to be insatiable. 

You giggle, almost drunkenly, into his lips. Muttering, “I like you.” You close your eyes, kissing him again before adding another, “I like you so much, it drives me insane.” Your fingers move in his grasp, “You drive me crazy, ‘Kuna.” 

Sukuna feels his throat bob, pressing you hard between the door and his body. “Yeah?” You bite your lower lip, a bit constricted as you flutter your lashes at him innocently. “You drive me fuckin’ insane, too. Can’t go an hour without wanting to hold, or just think about you.” 

You rest your cheek on the door, “I know.” 

“You’re cocky.” You giggle in response, but pause, an idea flashing in your head. He flinches when your hands move underneath his shirt, your cold fingertips touching his bare skin. “Shit!” 

Your eyes widen, while Sukuna closes his eyes with a slow sigh. It’s silent, the two of you waiting at the door. Waiting for some form of response to Sukuna’s unexpected shout. You giggle, continuing to run your fingers over his skin. “I bet if someone was home, they would’ve heard that.” 

You yelp when someone knocks on the door, pushing yourself away from Sukuna and standing feets away from him. Your face absolutely flushed, your heart beating out of your chest as you look at Sukuna. Only to see his fist resting on the door, his face turned away from you, and his shoulders bouncing up and down in a silent laugh. 

You narrow your eyes, fixing your dress, “You’re such an asshole.” You scold, “Fuck, I thought it was your brother, or something.” Sukuna doesn’t respond, he’s still laughing at you. You softly groan, “You know what, go jack off or something, I’m going to my room.” You pull open the door, stepping inside. 

You’re not mad, just… embarrassed. 

“Oh, c’mon, I’m just messin’ with you doll, don’t be like that.” Sukuna grabs your hand, trying to pull you back into him, but you’re not budging. “Here, I can get on my knees and make it up to you, is that what you want, hm?” 

You scoff, “No.” You continue to pull away from him, “You can–I don’t know, do whatever, I’m mad at you.” You whisper, ‘Asshole,’ underneath your breath. 

Sukuna opens his door, pulling you inside his room, “Fine, be like that.” He closes the door behind him, locking it. “I’ll just fuck the attitude outta’ you.” He coos, “Let’s see how mad you’re going to be when you’re squirting over my dick, yeah?” 

You blink a few times, a cheeky smile slowly splitting your lips. “Oh.” Sukuna has always had such a way with words. “And, what if I leave, what if I don’t want that?” You cross your arms over your chest. 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, moving to his bed and sitting on it. “Really? I’m sure that’s why you were begging me to fuck you in my car.” He watches as you turn your head away, “That’s also why you almost sucked me off while I was drivin–” 

“Oh my god, shut up!” You move to Sukuna’s side, pressing your palm over his mouth. “I totally get it now, you never shut up.” 

“I thought you were leaving.” Sukuna’s voice tickles your palm, “I thought you would never lie to me?” He pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you. 

“I never lied, I am mad at you.” Your hand drops, and Sukuna moves forward to slide his tongue over the shell of your ear. A quick shiver shooting down your spine as the hot muscle moves slowly. 

“Good.” Sukuna grabs the end of your dress, bunching up the fabric and whispering, “Raise your hands for me.” You’re quick to do as he says, which is returned with simple praises. Your dress being pulled over your head, dropping to the floor. 

You're quick to reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head. You just want to feel his skin, you want to feel his warmth against you without anything blocking you. Sukuna smirks to himself, leaning back with you on his lap while he watches as you fumble with his belt, struggling a small bit due to your nails. 

Sukuna finally takes it off himself with one hand, tossing it to the side with a metallic thud. He pulls you by your waist, placing you on your back. “Spread your legs.” He’s towering over you, his pants already on the ground. 

You slide your legs open, revealing a wet patch already on your panties, Sukuna laughs, “Wet f’me already? I haven’t even touched you.” He leans down, forearm resting near your head while he kisses your neck. “You think you can handle this thick co–” Sukuna seems to hesitate. 

You immediately feel your heart drop, did you do something wrong? You thickly swallow, “‘Kuna?” You wrap your arms around his shoulder, “Is something wrong?” You tilt your head to the side. 

“No.” His answer is quick. “Just… thinkin’ about, uh…” He lifts his head up, “You want to do this, right?” He’s looking in your eyes, the black of his pupils almost makes it impossible to see his natural red eye color. 

 You nod, “Yeah–yes, I want this.” You smile softly, kissing his lips quickly, “Is something wrong?” He wants this, clearly, so why is he hesitating? 

Sukuna shakes his head, “Just relax.” He whispers, sliding his fingers underneath your underneath, dipping them in your slick and swirling them around your throbbing clit. “Just let me make you feel good.” 

Your lips part, nodding your head as you flutter your lashes shut. Feels good. You jump when you feel them slide back into you, two fingers thick and heavy slowly pushing in and out of you. You bite your lower lip, your legs sliding down into the mattress of Sukuna’s bed with each slow thrust. 

You can feel yourself melting into his sheets, but furrow your brows slightly when he slides a third finger into you. Sukuna groans, feeling how tight you are around his fingers, practically sucking him back in everytime he pulls back. 

Fuck, you’re so tight, it’s actually driving him insane. Sukuna just wants to feel you wrapped around his cock, sucking him in with every thrust.  

You arch when his fingers scissor into you, stretching you open. Sukuna is right next to your ear, sliding his tongue around it while whispering, “Gotta’ prep you, don’t want it to hurt when I shove my cock in you, right?” He laughs, “You just want to feel good, feel full, have nothin’ on your mind but how I stretch you out so good.” 

You whimper, “Stop teasing…” You groan, grabbing his wrist, “Just put it…” You thickly swallow, batting your long lashes at him when he finally looks at you again. “Please, I want you inside–wanna feel you deep inside of me, ‘Kuna.” You’re looking at him with your perfectly glossy eyes, and who is he to deny you. 

“Think you’re ready?” Sukuna asks with a cocky smile, pulling your panties down your hips. “You think you can finally take my cock? You think it’ll fit in your pussy?” He watches as you eagerly nod, “What? What do you want, you need to tell me?” 

You can’t, what does he want you to say? “Uhm…” You thickly swallow, diverting your eyes to the side, “I want you…” You can’t, you really can’t say it, it’s so embarrassing. “I want you inside.” You can feel butterflies in your stomach, but… they’re different. 

You’re nervous. 

You’re really nervous.

You feel your bottom lip quiver for a moment, and Sukuna pauses, “I’m nervous.” Shit, you didn’t mean to say out loud, even if you did whisper it. You can feel yourself mentally scolding yourself. You’ve been wanting this for so long, and now you’re getting cold feet. 

Seriously? What is wrong with you? 

That makes you feel worse.

“I can tell.” Sukuna passes you a half smile, and it feels domestic to see. “I expected that.” 

“Sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” Sukuna pinches your nose, “It’s just me.” He tilts his head to the side, “Are you saying you’re scared of me.” 

You blink a few times, before smiling a small bit, “I mean, a little.” You giggle when Sukuna glares at you, not before cupping his face with your hands. “I’m nervous… but, I feel good. I think… I feel less nervous since it’s with, uhm, you.” You look to the side, “That’s kind of corny, but… you get it, right? I’m not crazy.” 

Sukuna’s eyes soften, he ever so slightly nods his head, “You’re crazy.” He murmurs, “But, I understand you.” 

You laugh, “I’m glad.” You feel better. “Can we… continue?” 

“Yeah, of course baby.” Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and his eyes glint with something sinister. 

You arch your back slightly, the spark in your belly igniting into a small flame. “Please—I want you inside, I wanna feel you.” You flutter your lashes at him.  

“Yeah? Does my baby want the tip? Wanna feel me slide inside?” He chuckles, “I’ll give you that, baby, won’t make you suffer for too long.” Sukuna is practically shaking with pleasure, wanting to bottom out in one motion. Pound into you and make your pretty little eyes roll into the back of your head, your legs shake from all the pleasure. But, he knows that’ll hurt you, and that’s the last thing he wants right now. He wants to make you feel good. 

Sukuna wants to see you utterly melt under his touch, grabbing his sheets while tears of pleasure slide down your hot cheeks. Feel your hot and gummy insides around his thick cock, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. Watch your tongue swirl around them while you suck and bite. He wants to tease you about how good it feels. 

Sukuna wants you to make him feel good, too. 

Sukuna taps the tip of his dick on your clit, watching as you jump with each short amount of pressure. It’s cute, really cute. “Hold onto me, hold onto me.” He whispers, placing his tip at your entrance, already wet and slick for him. “You’re going to feel a stretch, but it’ll feel fuckin’ amazing after.” 

You nod, turning your head down to look at where the two of you connect, and it’s obscene. His flushed tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Is it going to fit?” It’s a unsure whisper, butterflies of nervousness bubbling in your stomach again. 

Sukuna kisses behind your ear, “We’re going to make it fit.” He murmurs, pushing the tip into you. And the stretch burns, it makes you whimper as Sukuna splits you open on his monster cock. You can hear Sukuna grunt next to you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he pushes into you. “Just breathe, try to relax.” 

You nod, lashes fluttering shut while your eyebrows furrow. “Okay…” You hum, sucking on your bottom lip, “It feels really weird.” You mumble, your waterline growing small pearls of tears. 

“I know.” Sukuna coos at you, and he feels you slowly relax around him. “There you go, doing so good for me.” He loudly groans, dropping his head into your neck and stiling when his tip is completely in you. Twitching and sensitive from your tight walls gripping onto him, you feel like heaven. His hair tickles your chin, and despite how good Sukuna sounds groaning, you can’t ignore the uncomfortable stretch–almost painful–that is occurring between your legs. 

You hug Sukuna tighter, “Hurts.” You mumble into his hair, but Sukuna is quick to rub slow circles into your clit with his thumb, making the bundle of nerves dance with electricity. It feels good when he touches you, and it feels–you gaps, feeling Sukuna twitch inside of you, his hips ever so slightly bucking into you. 

You thickly swallow… it feels good when he… moves. 

You roll your hips forward slightly, and you hear Sukuna laugh against you. “You finally feelin’ good?” He mumbles, looking up, “You want me to make you feel better now, doll?” 

“Please.” You murmur, cupping his face and tugging him closer to you, “Please fuck me ‘Kuna, please make me feel good.”

Sukuna feels every thread of patience snap inside of him. 

His hands move to the back of your knees and pull them up to your chest, “Fuck–I can’t wait anymore, I need you, I fuckin’ need you.” Your name leaves his lips, and suddenly he pushes into you. Deep and quick, letting your tight pussy mold to his thick cock. Sukuna loudly moans when his cock is finally inside of you, his eyes shutting as his jaw ever so slightly drops. 

You feel so fucking good, you’re making him feel so fucking good, he can’t even… Sukuna pulls his hips back, your pussy already sucking onto him before puuushing them back into your pussy. His head drops into your neck with pleasure as your head gets thrown back in a loud moan. 

It feels so good, you feel so full and… it feels almost overwhelming. Sukuna all the way inside of you, it feels like he’s in your guts, or in your throat. Splitting you open and forcing every thought to the way Sukuna moves his cock in and out of you. It feels like your head is spinning, and with the way Sukuna is groaning with each slow–tantalizing slow–thrust, it feels like you might pass out from the pleasure, and pressure. 

Sukuna presses your thighs deeper into your chest with his weight, and you can feel your teeth clench from how deep inside you he is. It’s almost overwhelming, and with the way he’s lowering his hand to rub circles into your clit, it feels like you might actually die. 

You jolt when you feel something coil in your stomach, deep and intense. Your eyes snap open, meeting with Sukuna’s red one, trained on your expression. Your moans grow louder, more insist of what’s to come. 

You watch as something snaps inside of him, practically smiling ear to ear as he leans down, “You goin’ come?” He whispers, “Is my dick making you feel good, makin’ you want to finally let go and come all of it?” 

You whimper, your shaky hands moving to grab his face, “Fuh–fuck, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m gonna–I’m going to–” “Don’t.”

Sukuna looks high of your expression, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, hold it.” He asserts, watching as your eyes become glossy, a small whimper leaving your mouth as your bottom lip quivers. “Awh, there you go baby, you can follow what I say like a good girl, I know.” 

“S’it too much, I can’t do it–I really want to..” You pull his face closer to yours, “Please, ‘Kuna, please, please, please. I wanna feel good, let me…” 

Sukuna’s eyes flutter from your begging, you’re so hot. And, when he opens his eyes again, you think–you really do–he’s going to let you, especially with the caring way he’s looking at you. But, Sukuna smiles and whispers, “No.” 

You hiccup, tears falling down your cheeks, “You’re so mean.” You murmur, “You’re so mean to me.” 

“Yeah?” He looks down, watching the way his cock splits you open. “I can be meaner.” He groans, leaning back and grabbing your hip with one hand, “Lift your hips for me.” He rasps, eyes glued to the place where the two of you connect. 

You whimper, following his directions. Spreading your legs and allowing him to look at the lewd actions. You can’t help but feel some form of relief when stretching your legs as well, having the stretched and pushed into feel good but–

‘Ring! Ring!’

You jump at the noise, hand pressing against your mouth. Instantly, your mind goes to Yuuji, fuck is he home? You didn’t get to check if he was, and the idea of him hearing you fucking his older brother makes you want to sink into the depths of the earth, and never come back out. 

Sukuna seems to be equally as startled, his shoulders jumping and his hips instantly stilling. But, unlike you, Sukuna knows it’s not his brother. He knows it’s a phone ringing. He watches as the realization dawns on you, albeit, not as quickly as his. 

You look to the side, “Uh…” You know that’s not your phone ringing, since your ringtone is a very bubbly and cute one from Animal Crossing. Bubblegum, by K.K. Slider to be specific, so you turn to Sukuna and asks, “Do you want to answer that?” 

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Fuck no.” He leans back down, nose touching yours, “That just… startled me.” 

“I also thought it was Yuuji.” You giggle, “It’s fine, just let it ring out.” You hold his face, the ringing fading into the background of nothingness. “Just keep fucking me, I’m still so–” 

‘Ring! Ring!’

You feel your eye twitch. “What the hell?!” You furrow your eyebrows, practically growling at the phone. “Are you setting me up right now?” You accuse, “Is this your silent way of saying you don’t want to be fuckin’ me right now?” 

Sukuna closes his eyes and softly sighs, “Sometimes, I don’t know how you think of these things.” And, as much as Sukuna wants to reach down and throw his phone at the wall for interrupting the two of you, the idea of it being Yuuji calling for him stops him from doing that. “Let me check if it’s Yuu.” Sukuna mumbles. 

You laugh, looking to the side with a smug expression, “Good to see where your properties land.” You snicker at his glare, watching as he finishes his phone from his pants. “A good older brother you are.” 

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.” He looks at the caller ID, only to see it’s an unsaved number. A telemarketer? An… insist one? “Not a saved number.” He places it on the counter, “Maybe this is God’s way of telling me you’re trouble.” 

“Probably.” You extend your arms, waiting for Sukuna to join you again, “Who cares, I just want to feel good.” You whine, clearly growing inpatient. “Just c’mere, I miss you already.” 

Sukuna nods, looping his arms behind your back and pulling you close to his body. Watching with awe as he slides back into you, your lips parting in a silent gasp. “So pretty.” He murmurs, kissing your neck with soft pants. 

You feel so good around him, sucking him into your tight pussy. Your gummy inside molding around his cock, perfectly shaping into it. Sukuna can feel his thrust grow frantic, wanting to increase the pleasure he’s receiving. You make him feel so good, he absolutely lo–

‘Ring! Ring!’

If Sukuna had any form of pliancy in his body, it just broke from a single ring of his phone. He snatches it from the dresser, sliding his finger to answer the call and barking out, “The fuck do you want?!” He’s fuming, and as much as you shouldn’t…

You find it a bit funny, just a little. Poor boy is getting frustrated. Poor thing, you can't help but think. He’s been waiting so long for this–you have, too–and now it’s getting interrupted by a very insistent scammer. Yet, the small smile on your lips absolutely falls when you recognize the voice on the other line. 

Blonde bitch. 

Sukuna scowls, “Leave me the fuck alone, I swear to–” 

“Ah–ah!” You moan, rubbing your clit with your fingers. “Shit, you’re making me feel so good, ‘Kuna, please don’t stop, please don’t…” You whine, tilting your head to the side with half-lidded eyes.

“The fuck was that?” She barks, but her silence is quickly followed by, “Who the fuck is that?” A sick prideful feeling fills your chest, swallowing you whole with something liberating. 

God, if anything in this world could cure your depression, it would be this. A satisfied smirk splits your lips, and Sukuna expression matches your own. He slides his hips back and forth, watching as your brows furrow with ecstasy. 

“You already know.” Sukuna groans into the phone, biting the inside of his cheek with a smile. “Don’t be fuckin’ dumb.” He isn’t teasing her, he’s genuinely being an asshole. 

“No, I fucking don’t know who that is, why don’t you fucking tell me.” She spits back, venom laced in her voice. 

Sukuna places the phone on your stomach, watching as goosebumps litter your skin from the cold of his phone. “You hear that?” Sukuna mocks, rocking his hips in, and out of you. The sound of him pounding into you is loud from where you are, you can’ even imagine what it must sound like where his phone is located. Sukuna practically laughs, a sadistic look in his eyes. “That’s the sound of my girl wrapped around my cock.” 

Hearing him say that is… everything. The idea of Sukuna calling you that to someone who so bluntly wants him, is so willing to give up anything, so entangled in his web… is prideful. It shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t feel this way, but you do. 

Sukuna wants you. You're his. He’s yours. 

Sukuna ends the call, quickly silencing his phone before tossing it to the side. He rolls his eyes, “Fuck, can’t fucking stand her.” He looks a bit pissed and from the way he’s fucking into you, he’s starting to take the frustration out on getting you to finish. 

You laugh, nodding your head, “I told you–you were… fuck, fuck, mean.” You shakily exhale, “But, I like that about–shit–about you, make me feel good.” You mumble, “Love it.” 

Sukuna can wholeheartedly agree with that, he equally adores your quick tongue and rude comments. It sends a euphoric rush through his brain, but he won’t ever tell you that. Although, he will tell you, “You don’t even know the start of it.” 

Your toes curl when Sukuna places his palm on your lower stomach, pressing the tip of his cock right up against your g-spot from the pressure. You yelp, your head thrown back while your back arches frantically. 

“Wait–don’t do…” You choke on a moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head, “I can’t—” You bring your hands to his shoulders, clawing at them to try and maintain your composure, but it isn’t working. 

“I know.” Sukuna grabs your cheeks, pulling your face to his. “Fuckin’ come for me, let it all go.”

You feel him hammer into you, grinding his hips so the tip of his cock presses snuggly against your g-spot. Instantly, your vision goes white, your lips parting in a silent moan as your legs shake around his waist. It feels like you’re melting, your insides swirling together and finally releasing into a explose euphoric mess. 

Even when you're done, panting and vision a bit blurry, Sukuna doesn’t stop moving. Not even when hot tears are sliding down your face because, ‘It’s just too much,’ or ‘Too sensitive,’ as Sukuna would mock back at you. 

You place your hand on his face, trying to push him away, only for him to smile into your palm. His lips part to let his tongue slide over your palm, slowly splitting your middle and ring finger open. Allowing you to watch the wet muscle move between your fingers, along with the smug expression on his face. 

It feels so good, but so much with each thrust, you just can't, you can’t–your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs shaking. Sukuna pulls away, “Do you really want me to stop?” He teases, slowly his pace down, and for how painfully good it feels, him slowing down makes you crave the intensity again. “Can the baby really not handle it, huh? Can she really not handle a big dick inside of her?” 

Sukuna watches with glee as your expression of pleasure turns into pure bliss. Your eyes glaze over while a delirious smile splits your glossy lips, legs moving to wrap around his waist. “Please do-don’t stop, you make me feel so–so good ‘Kuna, don’t ever want to stop.” 

Sukuna can’t say no to that. 

“Atta’ girl.” He pats your cheek endearingly, “You can give me another, right? You can do that for me?” He grabs you by your wait, tugging you closer to his dick as if you weighed nothing. “You can gush on my cock again, let that pretty head of yours go dumb from my dick?” 

You nod, your smile still present. “Mhm!” You want that more than anything. 

“Yeah.” Sukua licks his teeth with a smile, “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He laughs, eyes narrowing on your body. “Turn around, I’m not fuckin’ done with you yet.” Before you can even move, Sukuna is man-handling your body exactly where he wants you to go. 

You’re on your stomach, his hands pulling your waist up and forcing you into a deep arch. You place your hands on his head board, your head almost touching it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and Sukuna splits you open again, slowly pushing his thick head into your sensitive hole. Twitching, and full of Sukuna’s dick. 

You thickly swallow, humming in content when you feel the front of Sukuna’s thighs press to the back of yours. His dick sheathed deep inside of you, twitching and drooling fat globs of pre-cum. He’s so warm, and thick, it feels so perfect to be like this. 

You pull your lips between your teeth, groaning with each slow and long thrust Sukuna pushes into you. Forcing your hands to claw at his sheets with a squeal, his hands pushing your back into a deep arch. You can feel him in your tummy, bulging and pressing right against that perfect spongy spot deep inside of you. 

“Yeah, just like that.” Sukuna groans behind you, sliding his hands to your ass and pulling you apart. Letting his eyes watch as he slides his cock in and out of you, “Just open up for me, let me make that sweet pussy feel good.” 

You melt at his words, shivering while your knees keep your ass in the air. “Can’t–can’t do this…” You bite his sheets, drool seeping front your pouty lips. “Fe–feels so good.” 

Sukuna laughs, trying to hold back his moan. But, he almost loses his composure when you mutter, “Does it feel–do you feel good, too? ‘Kuna?” You look at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and beautiful, “Am I making you–fuck–am I making you feel good?” 

Sukuna feels a part of his sanity chip. “You don’t even fuckin’ know how good you make me feel.” Sukuna seethes, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and shoving you deeper into his sheets. He almost comes when he hears you moan from the harsh actions, “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum with the way you’re grippin’ my dick.” 

You groan, digging your knees into the sheets. “Shit–shit, I…” You part your lips open, Sukuna fucking you from the behind with more power. Each thrust deep and hard into your twitching pussy. 

Sukuna tilts his head back, placing his weight into his hand and hips, “Holy fuckin’ shit, I think I’m going to fuckin..” His voice grows hard, almost aggressive, his hips following. 

You can feel the top of your head hitting his head board, your shoulder blades tensing into themselves. Your head growing a bit fuzzy, your vision growing similar to TV static. It feels so good, so so fucking good.

You can feel Sukuna twitch inside of you, his cock head drooling hot drops of pre-cum inside of you. He’s close, you can feel it, you can hear it. The subtle way his voice is rising in pitch, the recurrence and mantra of it. How his hips seem to stumble when you clench around him. 

You want him to come with you, you want to feel him do it inside of you. Hot and warm, filling you up. You giggle into his sheet, “C’mon–Sukuna, please come with–with me ‘Kuna.” You whisper, heart practically glowing in your eyes. ��Let me feel it inside of me, please, please.” You can feel yourself growing addicted to this, you never want to stop. Never ever. 

Sukuna thickly swallows, sliding his hand up your head into your hair. Pulling your head up so he can hear your moans clearly. He wants to record it in his head, play it back anytime he’s alone in his room or shower. Let his mind wander over the fucked up ways he wants to defile and make the two of you feel good. His head is filthy, but he has a feeling you like it. 

Sukuna loves knowing that. 

“I’ll give it to you.” Sukuna grunts, “Who am I to say no to you, baby?” He can feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “I’ll give you everything, fuckin’ everything.” He watches as your body shakes, your pussy spasming around him. Small spurts wetting his thighs, it makes him come on the spot. Hunching over your body and gripping your hair harder. 

It’s amazing, feeling the way you squeeze around him. His cock twitching inside of you, before white ropes of cum slide deep inside your pussy. It feels lewd, sickly satisfying and degrading. His body tensing as his eyes roll into the back of his head, his throat tightening and forcing out explicit curses and groans. “Holy fuckin’ shi—I think I’m going to…” Sukuna feels his head drop forward, head pounding as the orgasm finally ends. 

You, on the other hand, slouch into his sheets. Your body is completely exhausted from the exertion it just experienced. Amazing, yes, but so goddamn tiring. 

Sukuna leans back on his heels, slicking his hair back. A few strands dripped with sweat, sticking to his skin. “You okay, baby?” He whispers, rubbing his hands over your back. 

You giggle, mumbling out a small, “Mhmm.” 

“Good.” Sukuna lifts one of his legs up, planting his foot on the bed, “‘Cause I’m not done with you.” Of course, you’re not the only one burning with sensitivity here, Sukuna is dick is absolutely twitching with sensitivity… but this is the best part. When it feels so good it almost hurts, so far from wanting but craving for more. 

You blink a few times, your pussy twitching. “Huh.” 

Sukuna laughs, one hand moving to his head board, “You heard me.” He snaps his hips into your ass, “One more.” He pleads–no, begs, “Just give me one more.” He rolls his hips into you, right to left, up and down, just grrinnnding deep inside of you. “Please, please, I fuckin’ need it. Need you, baby.”

Sukuna’s voice is pleading, filling you up like an addictive drug. Hearing him beg is a mind-fuck, and it makes you want nothing more but to do that. “F–Fine.” You moan, “Just don’t stop movin–ah!”

“Thank you, baby, thank you.” Sukuna snaps his hips into you, there’s so much more strength behind it. You can feel him fucking your cervix, the hold he has on the headboard making it so he can fuck you harder then before. You can feel yourself losing yourself in pleasure, pain hurting in the best way possible. 

Sukuna’s fucking you so hard you’re practically squished between his hard body, and his headboard. Your cheek pressed harshly against it, while you’re forced in a deep arch. He’s so deep in you. 

You hear Sukuna laugh behind you, a mocking high pitched moan following. It takes you a single second to recognize what he’s doing, he’s mocking your moans. It’s degrading, a bit humiliating, but your stomach groans hot from his teasing tone. 

You can’t let Sukuna know that. 

But, you don’t have to say anything. He can feel the way you tighten around him, “Awh, does my baby like the way my dick feels inside of her.” He coos, “Hmm?” 

You grit your teeth, trying to bite back a moan, “Of–of course–hah–not!” You bite back, furrowing your eyebrows. 

Sukuna smirks, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes you do, baby, yes you do.” You hate him, you hate how cocky he is, but you can’t deny how hot he is. Curse, Sukuna. 

Suddenly, you feel something foreign building within you. Tight and hot, feeling a bit too good. A bit heavy, and wetter. Your moans grow, “Ah, ‘Kuna–something feels…” You grip his sheets between your fingers, “I feel like I’m gonna–gonna..” You squeal, your thighs squishing together. 

Sukuna doesn’t relent, in fact, he moves both of his hands to the top of his head board, forcing himself deeper into you. Which you didn’t think was possible. “Yeah? You goin’ to come again?” He groans, dropping his head down, “I am too, do it for me. Make a mess on this dick.”

You feel your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face as you finally feel the coil in your stomach snap. Sukuna watched with a pleasureful grimace as you wet his cock, squirting all over his cock and thighs. Words tumbling out of your mouth in a babbling mess, incoherent pleas at best. 

Sukuna finally releases with you, unable to keep his voice down as he finally comes deep inside of you. “Fuck, holy shi–” He cuts himself off with a whine, almost whimpering when you tighten around him. Tears pearling his water line, as he tries–desperately tries–to keep quiet. Until, the idea of keeping composure became that, merely an idea long forgotten. 

The orgasm feels overwhelming, nothing like Sukuna has ever experienced before. And, it feels like it’s never going to end. Almost sobbing as he finishes, “Holy–holy fu–fuck..” It's hot and blinding. 

You hiccup, not having the energy to move, or even help Sukuna with pulling out. Sukuna collapses onto your body, making you giggle into his sheets. Your body twitching from the aftershocks of your mind-blowing orgasm. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, while also crashing down from the worst type of drug. 

Sukuna softly exhales, and all he can smell is your sweet shampoo and sex filling the air. His over sensitive cock still feels stimulated, and everytime you so much as move, it feels painful. It feels good–a good pain, but a bit too much for his tired body. 

“You’re going to suffocate me.” You mumble, your voice muffled by the sheets, and his weight. “You’re going to become a real Jeff the Killer if you murder me, ‘Kuna.” You giggle again, this time wailing your limbs as if you were in genuine danger. 

“Okay.” He whines as he pulls away from you, his cum seeping down your thigh. He groans at the sight, closing his eyes as he tries to ignore the way his cock twitches. Despite how senstive and tired he is, he want nothing more but to fuck his load deep inside of you. And, against his better judgment, he doesn't. “Can you… can you breathe again?”

“Yeah.” Your skin is decorated in a thin shine of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and neck. You giggle again, moving your head to the side to look at Sukuna, “Yeah.” 

Sukuna laughs with you, leaning down and laying right next to you. “Yeah.” He pushes your hair out of your face, “You feelin’ okay, I think I may have… pushed you a bit far.” 

You nod, “I’m good.” You smile sweetly, cupping his face. “You did amazing.” You didn’t even know the human body could be that good. “I’m happy I did this… with you, Sukuna.” You press a quick kiss into his nose, before kissing his cheek. You’ve always been so incredibly sweet. 

Sukuna’s lips part, his eyes widening ever so slightly. And, your stomach flutters with his expression, a soft smile on his features, his hand cupping your cheek. “I’m glad.” He whispers, “So glad.” You can see a subtle red on his face, and you almost panic. 

“Wait, no, don’t move!” You twist around, reaching over his counter for your glasses which you conveniently haven’t moved since “studying” with Sukuna. “Let me grab my glasses.” 

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you need your glasses?” 

You laugh, sliding them on your face. “I want to look at you, dummy.” You look at him again, but pout when you see his expression is different. “Why’d you move your face? I wanted to see you clearly.” You’re a bit disappointed–no, you’re really disappointed.

“This is the face I was making.” Sukuna says with a dead face, not even an eyebrow is quirked. “I don’t make faces.” He shakes his head, “Never in my life. It’s a medical condition, actually.” 

“Sukuna.” You whine, pouting slightly. 

Sukuna says your name in a similar tone, mocking your facial expression. 

You furrow your eyebrows, appalled by his audacity, before you snort. Bursting out in laughter, which is quickly joined in by Sukuna himself. 

You wish you could stay like this forever, watching Sukuna open up in front of you. In a space close, intimate and sweet. Especially knowing it Sukuna you’re with. A man who doesn't really express anything but a scowl, which seems to be less true now that you’re spending time with him. 

It feels like it’s more common to see him cracking a smile, even if it is a small one. Like right now, Sukuna’s laughing with you, a small blush on his cheeks, one that matches the color on the tips of his ears. It’s sweet, you love it.

You love him. 

You love Sukuna. 

You can feel your face turning hot, so you turn away, collecting yourself. “You should go get something to clean us up.” You look down on the sheets, dirty and wet. You scrunch your nose, “I feel gross.” You sigh, “And I totally need to study for finals. 

Sukuna groans, “I take you out on a date, fuck your brains out, and you’re still thinking about school.” He wraps his arms around you, twisting you around so your back is to him. “You’re never fuckin’ happy.” He mumbles into your hair, pulling his sheets, over your body. 

“Never happy.” You giggle back, “Actually, no, that’s a lie. If I saw you in a cowboy outfit, I’d be pretty happy.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, sighing into your hair, “I’ll deal with this tomorrow, let me just rest for a few hours.” 

“I’m probably going to get pregnant within those few hours.” You mumble underneath your breath, and Sukuna freezes. 

“Holy, fuckin’ shit.” Suknua springs up, and it’s a bit funny, you’ve never seen him this panicked before. Well, it is for a good reason. “Fuck! I completely–” He presses his hand to his face, but he quickly composes himself. “Hey, this isn’t… all bad.” He slicks his hair back, “If it ever came down to it, I’m more than capable of–” 

You’re expressionless, “Go get a towel.” You point at the door, and Sukuna is quick to follow your instructions… after sliding on some sweats. For all he knows, you could be the mother to his unborn future child. Which isn't at all true, you started birth control the moment you entered college. But, you haven’t told Sukuna this… yet. 

You’re quick to push his sheets off your body, opening his closet and pulling one of his white shirts, draping it over your body. You move back to the bed, about to sit on it when you glance at the counter again. Everything from the study day is still there, your textbook, computer. 

You giggle, even the sticky note Suknua… you blink a few times, the sticky note Sukuna wrote on, the one you couldn’t read because you didn’t have your glasses. You almost slip only your feet diving for it, holding it an inch away from your nose as you read the small note written on it. 

I love you

You feel your chest burst, squeezing tightly with love and passion. You place the sticky note back down, reaching for a pencil and scribbling something right next to it. Only to slam the pencil back down, and sit on Sukuna’s bed as if nothing had happened. 

Something happened. 

Sukuna looks up from the towel in his hands, damp and dripping with water droplets. Resting underneath his free arm is a fresh blanket. Sukuna pauses at the door frame, raising an eyebrow at you, “Somethin’ wrong.” He steps inside. 

“Nope.” You throw yourself back on his bed, your hair splayed out messily. 

Sukuna drops the blanket on the floor. “I don’t believe you.” You’re about to ask why, but Sukuna beats you to it, “You’re smiling like a fuckin’ idiot. It’s scary.” He’s quick to drop to his knees, grabbing your ankle and sliding the towel over your legs. Cleaning you up gently.  

You’re smiling? You didn’t even notice. 

You push yourself up, your palms pressing into the sheets of his bed. You watch with admiration as Sukuna slides the damp towel over your body, the water is warm. It feels good. Your eyes never leave him, and Sukuna’s eyes never leave you. 

You can’t stop yourself, you run your fingers through his soft hair, and the words are silent on your tongue. ‘I love you.’ When Sukuna finally looks up, he can see you’re already smiling at him. Eyes soft, your expression utterly relaxed and dipped with admiration. You blink a few times, “I just think I like you.” 

Sukuna lashes flutter, they’re long and pink. He turns away from you, ears shaded in an ever so subtle pink. “Idiot.” He mumbles, dropping the towel to the floor. He pushes himself up, and you're quick to engulf him in your arms. Closing your eyes and humming the moment your body collides with his, he’s warm, he’s always warm. You can even feel his heart beating out of his chest, it’s so fast, it’s faster than yours. 

When did your heart speed up so much? 

When did Sukuna’s heart speed up so much?

It’s silent, it reminds you of so many moments where the two of you are silent. And, for what feels like for the first time, Sukuna is the one to break it, “I think…” He mumbles, and you hug him tighter. “I think I don’t ever want to be left alone again.” 

Sukuna’s words feel real, raw. You nod into his shoulder, “Okay.” You close your eyes, smiling with happiness, “I won’t leave you.” It's silent again, and you want to fill it, “I’m sorry.” You mumble, “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say.” 

Sukuna shakes his head, and his hold around you grows tighter, “Your silence is enough.” He softly sighs into your shoulder, closing his eyes. He ador–loves how close the two of you are, even if no words are exchanged, there doesn't need for anything to be said. 

“You’re enough.”

Final Chapter: Ch. 8 - Epilogue

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