#or like they haven’t payed any attention to my interests and see me only as a girl

[fen-the-space-dragon]

Let’s abolish gender based gifts. No more pocket knives cuz ur a guy or makeup cuz ur a girl. Just get people what they as an individual would want pretty fucking please

[fluentmoviequoter]

My Wife

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!secret wife!reader

Summary: While you're out running errands, a man takes a special interest in you. When he grabs you and thanks a police officer for finding you, his wife, he doesn't expect it to be your husband.

Warnings: angst?, stalking, non-consensual touching (not sexual), protective and angry Tim Bradford, fluff

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Picture from Pinterest (the req said 😑 but this is 😐)

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The small band on your left ring finger is the only evidence that you are married. Your husband doesn’t talk about you, yet it is clear that he loves you. When you wake up and find yourself alone in bed, you aren’t surprised. There’s a jewelry box on your nightstand with only one piece of jewelry in it, and you smile when you see there is a piece of paper lying across it.

Meet me at noon.

Tim Bradford is a man of few words, you know that well, but the idea of seeing him during a workday excites you. His secrecy regarding you and your relationship is understandable, but that doesn’t make it easier or help you miss him less. With the prospect of lunch with your husband to look forward to, you happily get out of your warm bed and begin getting ready for the day. You have several errands to run today, but you hope the morning goes quickly. Tim’s note is just as short as most of his speech, but you know exactly where you’re supposed to meet him.

While Tim leaves the station to go on patrol, you leave your house to go to your first stop. The store is nearly empty this early on a weekday, but you enjoy being able to browse without a rush. After finding everything you need, plus a few more items, you head toward the front of the store to pay for the items. In all the time you’ve spent moving through the store, you haven’t noticed one other customer.

From the moment you walked in, a man lurking in the center aisle took a special interest in you. He stayed back far enough that you wouldn’t get suspicious. When you pass him on your way to the checkout area, he decides that following you around the store isn’t enough, he wants to know where you go next and if the ring on your finger is worth anything. Monetary value or sentimental value, he doesn’t care, he just can’t let you out of his sight.

While loading your purchases into your car, you feel the unmistakable sensation of eyes on you. The area is growing busier, however, so you brush it off as someone trying to decide if they recognize you or are zoned out. Tim wouldn’t be happy about the lack of situational awareness, but he also knows what it is like to have people stare shamelessly at him.

The man drives his unassuming sedan two cars behind you and follows you to your next stop. It’s clear that you are shopping for a man, now, and the creep behind you is getting jealous. Your thoughts are completely consumed by Tim and what you are getting for him, so you don’t take notice of any of the men in the store. When you unlock your phone to check your list, you sigh at the time. 10:58 a.m. Noon is taking forever, and you are ready to see Tim.

With time for another stop or two, you leave, once again oblivious to the man following you. The pet store isn’t on your list, but when you see a sign for a buy one, get one sale on dog treats and toys, you make a sudden decision to get Kojo a few things as well. His dad can’t have all the attention, after all. In his car behind you, the man curses at your sudden turn and finds another entrance into the parking lot. Rather than following you in and risking losing you, he parks down the row from your car and waits for you to exit. You have two overflowing bags in your hands, and he considers for a moment jumping out and offering to help, but you stop by your car and set a bag down to open the door. It’s clear that you can take care of yourself, but you seem prone to having lapses in attention and failing to take in your surroundings, so the man decides to wait for a better opportunity to make something of you and the ring on your finger.

You are giddy with anticipation of presenting Kojo with all of his gifts. Now that you have more for him than you’ve purchased for you or Tim, you get back to your planned errands. There’s one store close to the place where you’re supposed to meet Tim, and with half an hour to spare, you decide to browse there. At ten ‘til noon, you park beside the small circle of food trucks. Living in Los Angeles has taught you never to leave anything visible in your car and the trunk liner Tim installed to hide your belongings is properly concealing your innumerable bags. Confident that everything is secure, you lock your car and walk toward Tim’s favorite truck. You’re early, so you take a seat and wait for him.

The man from the first store orders something from a food truck to blend in and sits almost directly behind you. He can tell that you are waiting for someone, but when he sees a cop approaching, he has a brilliant and devious idea. You stand as the police officer – your police officer - enters the dining area, and the man stands immediately after.

“Hey,” Tim greets with a smile. His smile drops as he watches a man move behind you, and his face remains impassive as he begins speaking.

“Officer,” the man behind you says. He releases an overly dramatic sigh as his hand wraps around your upper arm. His thumb digs into your skin, and your eyes widen slightly as you watch Tim. “Thank you for finding my wife, Officer… Bradford. She wanders off sometimes. What have I told you about paying attention, pretty girl?”

Tim’s face hasn’t changed since the man stood, and anger flares in his eyes. You watch as his jaw clenches, anticipating what he is going to do.

“Get your hand off my wife,” Tim demands lowly.

The hand around your arm tightens harshly, and he jerks you backward in his anger. He’s also confused because all of his hard work is slipping away; he doesn’t believe that a cop’s wife would be as careless as you and miss someone following her. So, he pulls you back as he moves and prepares to say more.

Tim expected a similar reaction, and the moment you step to the side to catch yourself, he surges forward and shoves the man off of you. When the creep hits the concrete, Tim rolls him onto his stomach and plants his knee directly between his kidneys. As the man groans in pain, Tim secures his handcuffs on his wrists and quickly recites his Miranda rights before calling for backup. Tim stands and you move to press a hand against his back. It’s a reminder that you are there, and that you’re safe because of him.

“Tim,” you begin quietly. “Do you want me to leave before everyone gets here? Or give them my maiden name?”

Tim shakes his head, but his eyes remain on the cuffed man writing in pain below him. “No. You’re my wife,” he answers.

You smile, and when Tim turns to check on you, some of the tension drains away. He moves a hand to your shoulder, and you know what he’s saying without speaking. You nod, a confirmation that you love him too.

“Bradford,” Nolan calls as he exits the shop. “What can we do?”

“Someone get him to booking, and we need statements,” Tim answers, effortlessly shifting into cop mode rather than husband mode. “Charge him with assault.”

“And stalking,” you add. “He’s been following me all morning.”

“You knew?” Tim and the man ask together.

“Suspected it after the second store, and I have a picture of him watching me when I left the pet store,” you explain.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Tim asks.

“I was going to, but he beat me to it.”

Nolan asks you to step to the side with him and give him your statement. Tim nods to remind you that you can tell the truth. The secrecy is to keep you safe from people who would hurt you, not other cops.

“Can I get your name first? And any ID you have?” Nolan begins kindly.

You say your name and pass your driver’s license to him.

“Bradford?” Nolan asks. His shock is evident, and you press your tongue to your cheek, so you don’t laugh.

“Yes, sir. Where should I start my statement?”

“Uh, at- at the beginning. Just run me through your day.”

Nolan clearly has trouble listening, but he powers through the distraction and takes thorough notes. When Tim moves to your side and says he’ll bring you by to sign it later, Nolan wants to ask countless questions.

“So, that guy said he was your husband to your husband?” Nolan clarifies.

“Yep,” you answer.

Nolan turns to Tim and lowers his voice to ask, “You have a wife?”

“And I’m sure you will tell everyone,” Tim replies. “Just go file the report and we’ll be by in a bit.”

Nolan nods and rushes back to the shop. Tim waits until the other officers pull away to wrap his arms around you. Safe against Tim’s chest, you move your arms to circle his waist and sigh against him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he replies without hesitation. “Are you okay? How’s your arm?”

“I’m okay,” you promise.

“What’d you get at the pet store?” he asks with a smile.

“Too much.”

“Kojo will be a happy boy.”

“What now?”

Tim leads you to your car and tells you to drive home. He follows you in his shop to take you back to the station. The moment you walk in with him, someone throws a handful of rice.

“Great,” Tim grumbles. “I didn’t think he’d start blabbing this soon.”

“I kinda like this,” you say. “About time I get to show you off.”

Tim rolls his eyes but lays a gentle hand on your lower back to lead you through the station. He introduces you to several people and endures jokes and teasing from each of them. If he wasn’t so grateful that you’re safe and uninjured, he’d put an end to the comments from his fellow officers, but he’s too distracted by you at his side to care much.

“So, you’re the secret wife that got assaulted while standing with your cop husband,” Wade muses.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you ask.

He shrugs and pulls you into a quick hug. Lucy and Nolan gasp from beside him.

“You knew?” they ask loudly.

“Course I did. I was at the wedding.”

“I was too,” Angela adds from her desk. “It’s nothing personal, you know. Tim just doesn’t like you as much.”

Tim shakes his head before asking everyone to be quiet. He stays by your side until you finish signing your statement.

“I’m not end of watch yet,” he says as he returns to the shop. “But I can try to leave early.”

“It’s fine- I’m fine, Tim,” you promise. “Just be careful and come home to me when you can, okay?”

Tim promises to do just that. When he does finally get home, though, you can see that he is still tense. He pulls you into a warm hug, but his shoulders are rigid, and his grip is that of a man who is guilty of something that isn’t his fault. You slide your hands up to his shoulders and rub gently.

“Hey, do you want a fashion show?” you murmur. “I bought some clothes today.”

Tim pulls back and smiles. He kisses you deeply to show you just how glad he is to be back in your arms. Your safety is one of the most important things to Tim, and you know it.

“Wait,” Tim says against your lips.

You are breathing heavily when you pull back and look into his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Tim’s fingers move gently up your arm and his grip is the complete opposite of what you felt earlier. He looks at you for permission, and when you nod, he pushes your shirt out of the way to look at your upper arm. There’s a red mark surrounding it, and Tim’s brows crease when he sees it.

“I’m fine,” you promise quietly. “Thanks to you. I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if he’d done something sooner, but I know I’ll never have to with you around.”

Tim’s hand slides away from your arm, opting to hold your waist instead.

“You’re going to lock me in the house, now, aren’t you? Secret wife will take on a whole new meaning.”

Tim chuckles, and your eyes brighten at the sound. He kisses you again, not as slow or long, but just as impactful. You grip his shirt before leaning against him again.

“Did you give Kojo his new toys yet?” Tim asks.

“No. I was waiting for you.”

Tim rubs his hand along your back before whispering, “Was the fashion show a serious offer?”

You tilt your head back and laugh. “As if you’d sit through a fashion show, Tim Bradford.”

He leans in like he’s going to kiss you again, but instead says, “Try me.”

[rodolfoparras]

But like instead of sugar daddy Price how about sugar baby Price.

Thinking about Sugar Baby!Price

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Cw: power dynamic, sugar daddy/ sugar baby dynamic, age gap,

Thinking about Sugar baby! Price who signed up to a sugar baby/ daddy website in an attempt to earn some money on the side but because of his age he only gets a handful of matches and those that he gets never lead to dates.

But one day, after going without a match for a good couple of weeks, he gets matched with someone.

At first Price is confused because in his preferences he clearly states that he would rather be matched with a woman but on his screen there’s a picture of you, a man, who looks to be much younger than he is. By looking further into your profile, he sees that you’re a successful businessman, who’s looking for a date to attend with you to events and he can also see you’ve got no gender preference.

So it couldn’t have been a mistake right?

But Price is still hesitant because he’s never been on a date with a man and he’s heard his fair share of horror stories of sugar daddies from the women that frequented the same site, but money is money and Price finds himself accepting the offer.

However as he drives over to the restaurant he can’t keep doubts from creeping into his head, wondering if there’s a slight chance that you’re expecting a woman on this date.

But all doubts disappear when he walks through the door only to be met with the sight of your smiling face as you go to pull out a chair for him.

So far you seem polite, charming even and you look really handsome. Price might have only dated women before but he can admit when a man looks good. However looks can be deceiving and behind that exterior there might be someone that’s expecting more of him, something more like sex.

Just hearing the word echoing in his head has his throat drying up as he fiddles with the napkin in his hand. “I’d like to make one thing clear, I’m perfectly okay with dates but anything past that-“

He’s abruptly cut off by you, a chore of no’s escaping your lips as you frantically wave your hands in the air.

“Oh no no no I don’t do that I don’t sleep with uh my clients”

Oh, okay. Good.

“I didn’t think-“ he shakes his head, looking down at the table, feeling his neck, ears and cheeks burn.

“Don’t get me wrong,sir-“

“John” the older man corrects, looking up at you beneath long black lashes and you feel heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong John, you’re very attractive,” you say with a soft smile still displayed on your face, but the only thing he can focus on is your words.

Attractive .

Attractive ?

You found him attractive.

“But I’m just looking for a date to attend with me to different type of events,”

Price who’s still lost in the thought that you find him attractive only nods his head and the two of you proceed to order dinner.

The date goes exceptionally well. For whatever reason you seem more interested in hearing him talk about himself rather than talking about yourself.

Although it may sound wrong in someone’s ear, he can’t help but love how much attention you’re paying to him.

You even drive him home instead of asking your Chauffeur to do so and you don’t leave until he’s safe inside his house.

When he goes inside he almost feels like a teenager, face flushed hair mussed, hands jittery and you haven’t even done anything!

And when he gets a text asking for another date he happily agrees to it.

Date after date and you continue to stick to your words, never initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable but for whatever reason Price is unable to shake the feeling of disappointment that starts to grow inside of him.

The doubts that have made home in his mind start telling him that maybe you don’t even find him attractive.

Price isn’t stupid he knows he isn’t young anymore, that he isn’t the most desirable bachelor in the world but that doesn’t mean that it hurts any less knowing that you don’t find him attractive.

However things take a turn one day, when the two of you are trying out suits that he can wear for an event.

As he stands there in the changing room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, he can’t help but feel a surge of confidence running through his body.

For the first time in a while he feels attractive. You’d gone out of your way to get a tailored suit for him even though he’d vehemently denied it, fearing it’d be too expensive and that he had a perfectly fine suit somewhere buried inside of his closet.

But now that he’s looking at himself he can’t help but feel immensely thankful for your kind gesture because the suit hugs his curves so well, the rich black color compliments his skin tone beautifully, and there’s even a pop of blue in his pockets and buttons that match the color of his eyes.

Prior to this you even made sure he got a haircut and trimmed his mutton chops.

“I have to admit, I’ll miss these curls” you say while running a hand through his sandy brown hair, and once again he feels heat creep up his cheeks neck and ears “But Marisa knows what she’s doing”

And he couldn’t agree more, whilst looking at himself in the mirror, hair much shorter now and slicked back, with facial hair trimmed and showing off the sharpness of his features.

When he walks out to show you the outfit, he hears a small gasp escape your lips while your eyes trail down his body.

Once again he can feel heat creeping up on him but he also feels a surge of confidence- a sense of power for having affected you in this way.

You finally manage to pull your eyes away from him, awkwardly clearing your throat as you go to speak “you look good John, really good” you say the second part quieter.

He manages to respond with a smooth thank you, tone sounding like the one he only ever used to charm his late wife, even biting back a smirk while saying that.

On the night of the event the two of you almost seem to be glued to each other. You don’t do anything to overstep boundaries but he can see the way your gaze is trained on him, the way you keep almost a possessive hand on his hip and the compliments that just keep rolling off your tongue while chatting with him.

When the night nears to an end and you’re walking him to his door he can’t help but get lost in his thoughts, in the feeling of you arm slung over his shoulder the smell of your cologne and the compliments that never seem to stop rolling off your tongue.

It all ends with him uttering the words “would you like to come in?” you freeze in your step and fall silent for a moment before finding your words again “Are you sure we don’t have to-

“I want to” he croaks out, throat suddenly feeling dry “I really really want to”

[islandofsages]

HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! 😭😭 feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D

characters: housewardens x gn!yuu

tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format

warnings: swearing

author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm

Riddle Rosehearts

He knows you’re very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him

Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge

Not-so-clearly meaning he’s holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if he’s holding in all his emotions

You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress

He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?

He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things

You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with – that’s when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you

“Okay, I’m guessing you haven’t heard of Five Nights at Freddy’s since it’s a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like this…”

He wasn’t expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what you’re saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story you’re telling

This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that you’re going

By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics

He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. He’ll get you for that later.

Leona Kingscholar

He won’t lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him – he doesn’t admit this to you obviously, since he hasn’t had the chance to

But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it

In the span of three seconds, he’s already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill

Since you have nothing better to do and he’s way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona

“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kid…”

Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much you’re talking. At first, he’s annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what you’re saying

He’s almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.

When you’re done rambling, that’s when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were

You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him

…But then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information you’re keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart

You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say “don't make me regret asking” but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place

Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that that’s necessarily a bad thing - it’s more of an observation

And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what you’re made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge

Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idia’s talking about

You don’t know too much about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea

“Sounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about it…”

Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with

But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? He’s yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like you’re taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration

Your infodump really gripped his attention though - it’s interesting to know another side of human culture, even if it’s not the humans of Twisted Wonderland

He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness

He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world

He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture with Idia

He’d realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s very curious about fandom culture - he doesn’t know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you

He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamil’s stamp of approval

So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop

You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world

“This one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild ride…”

It’s exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldn’t be so judging

He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body

You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice

So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined

Which is obviously a…dictionary site

Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away

If there’s any dictionary being read that day, it’d be a dictionary of fandom terminology, that’s for sure.

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn’t know too much about it - and doesn’t bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since it’s you, he tries his best to be a good listener

The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when you’re next to him

He’s talking about something. You’re not sure what because you’re entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it

You shrug and excuse how you can’t help it - he’s like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Now’s your chance to shine!

“Hmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about it…”

Unluckily for him, your “a bit” turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too

Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; it’s a bonus that the topic itself is interesting

He tells you he wouldn’t mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland

You share his shame - until he says he’ll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality

Sorry, he’s going to what now?

You’re a little shaken. Sometimes you forget he’s a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening

He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about V’s route in the game.

Idia Shroud

You’re another victim for him to taint… or so he thought. You’re more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are

He’d dump fandom lore on you and you’d reciprocate it right back. He’s genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds

He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already

Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world

One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isn’t Idia’s strong suit

That’s when you blurt it out–

“Hey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? It’s a turn-based RPG and…”

Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. It’s how conversations start between the two of you

You’re speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even

Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story

He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you

You don’t mind – you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.

Malleus Draconia

This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches

He’s happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame – and the feeling is mutual

On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do

You don’t know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom

“It’s kinda like Genshin’s community, I guess. They’re a riot, let me tell you that.”

Oh? What’s a Genshin and why is its community a riot?

You’re glad he asked – because you’ve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans

He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesn’t matter, he just needs to listen to you

You start and it feels like you’ll never stop – there’s just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world

Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, you’d laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event you’re explaining)

When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him

You’re relieved to have been able to get that off your chest… and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone he’s ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.

[itaipava]

— f1 boys reacting to their crush setting them up with someone else.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

internally, he would panic; his mind would be racing with a thousand thoughts and questions. he’d act a little interested just to please you, but honestly, he’d only be half-listening to you talking about your friend because he’s too busy staring at your lips. when you’re done, he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you. he knows he won’t be able to fully confess then and there, but it won’t be more than a few days after he decides to let you know of his feelings for you.

“so, what do you think? will you go on a date with them this weekend?”

“uhm... they seem to be nice but like... i don’t want to, y/n, there’s someone else i like.”

“oh, alright. who?”

the only reply you get is a nonchalant shrug and a very, very deep and a sweet gaze.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he’s little slower to recognize his feelings, so this event might just be what causes him to see things clearer and realize that he likes you more than a friend. he half-reluctantly goes on the date you set up for him and your friend, and although he is polite to your friend the whole time, all he could think about is you. by the end of the night, the first thing he does is call one of his closest friends aka you.

“hey, wanna hear something crazy?... i think i like y/n, as more than a friend.. isn’t that crazy??”

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

although a little upset, he tries to go along with it. he remains polite but drops hints that he has someone he likes and that his crush is too much of an idiot to notice. basically, he puts up with you playing matchmaker and patiently waits until the end of the day when it’s just the two of you. you’re walking home together in silence when he casually brings up the subject.

“you know, you trying to set me up with your friend - as annoying as it is - isn’t going to make me lose my feelings for you.”

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

apart from feeling a little awkward, he would be really chill about it. he finds the situation amusing, letting out chuckles and barely sparing a few glances as you show him pictures of your friends on your phone, scrolling one by one. only when you get pouty, he relents and try to give the impression that he’s paying attention. and when you get to the group photos, he casually points at your smiling face in the picture.

“this one is so cute; are they available?”

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he would be polite to your friend who you’re trying to set him up with, but even if he tried, his disinterest in them would be so obvious, which would only make the situation more awkward. he would honestly feel all kinds of emotions at the same time: understanding yet hurt because you put him with someone else clearly shows that you don’t feel the same. he would then be honest with you, but accidentally let a confession slip.

“i do appreciate what you’re doing, but i don’t need your help okay? i am capable of finding a date myself...i think.”

“then why haven’t you?”

“because i’m trying to move on from you first, y/n...”

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

this would put him in such an awkward position. he’s also frustrated because he has his own plans as to how and when he would confess but you trying to set him up with someone else would make him not want to wait any longer. a lot of nervous laughter that he tries to mask as genuine laughter;

“you know what would make this whole situation even more awkward? me confessing how much i like you and that you setting me up with your friend is kinda breaking my heart...”

“well— wait what?”

“what? no no. i mean... you know what, no. no, that is exactly what i mean.”

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

he’s in denial of his feelings for you, which is the only reason why he’s - hesitantly af - agreed to go on a date with your friend. this pushes him to come to terms with how he feels about you. and, reluctantly, he tries to make it clear that he only has eyes for you, so when you confront him about what happened between him and your friend, he just rolls his eyes and starts to say his ‘ideal type’

“yeah right but what’s the difference between your ideal type and my friend? c’mon max, she’s perfect for you!”

“don’t be a idiot, my ideal type is you, and only you. do you want me to draw?”

[fxrmuladaydreams]

choices and livestreams (sv5) (dr3)

pornstar!seb x pornstar/camgirl!reader , pornstar!daniel x pornstar/camgirl!reader

summary: seb wants you back in his life, but have you already put him in the past?

notes: i know i said no more posts until after the holidays but i got this done early so here it is, also i felt bad leaving you with the carlos angst then saying peace out

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! masturbation (m & f), sex toys (dildos)

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Sebastian sat at his computer and watched as Daniel played with you. He brought you over the edge again and again and again, and Sebastian couldn’t even get hard. He tried to tease himself, to slowly stroke his cock up and down, when that didn’t work he tried just wrapping his hand around himself and just jerking himself off, but still nothing.

The only parts where he would feel himself twitch with interest was when you had the vibrator taped to your leg. His cock would stiffen as he watched you come undone, then immediately soften when Daniel walked back into the shot.

He groans as he rests his head on his desk. He glances back up at the screen when you scream out during your last orgasm. He feels himself stiffen as the camera moves to show all of your release leaking out of you. He could get off if he just replays this four second clip over and over.

His jaw clenches when he hears Daniel’s voice.

“You were so good for me, my good little bunny.”

His words make Sebastian want to throw his computer against a wall.

He rolls his eyes as he sees all of the likes the video has, but feels a sense of pride wash over him at some of the comments.

where is sebastian?

daniel fucks her fine, but sebastian really knew how to wreck her

this will be fine to jerk off to until we get more videos with bunny and sebastian

Sebastian glances at his phone next to him. For what must be about the twentieth time today, he thinks about texting you. You’ve gone radio silent since leaving his house last week, and he’s started to really miss having you around.

He types out a quick text, just something saying hello, and that he enjoyed your video with Daniel. He stares at it for a moment, then huffs and deletes the message. He very much did not enjoy your video with Daniel. And what kind of masochist would he be if he told you he enjoyed watching someone else fuck you?

His phone buzzing pulls his thoughts away from you. There’s a notification from the girl he had recently filmed with. It’s got a link to their mew video, and a few flirty emoji’s.

He feels his stomach churn, remembering their filming day. It didn’t come as easy as filming with you did. She was trying way too hard to please him, and he seemed out of it almost the entire time, but with some skillful editing it made a half decent video.

He swipes the notification away, and opens your messages again.

Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a bit, how is everything?

He presses send before he can overthink it, deciding that even a sliver of attention from you is enough to make up for any consequences that could come from trying to get closer to you again.

You’re with Daniel when you see the text from Seb. He’s leaning back on his couch, with you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest. He’s got an arm thrown over your shoulder, while his other hand draws patterns along your arm. He put on a movie for the two of you to watch, something that you really hadn’t been paying much attention to.

Daniel doesn’t want to seem nosy, but the scowl on your face is worrying, especially because you’ve been staring at your phone for the past few minutes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, shifting slightly.

You shake your head and sigh. “Nothing.” You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and bury yourself further into Daniel’s chest.

“C’mon sweetheart, I can tell something’s bothering you.” He says.

“It’s nothing. Seb just texted me.” You tell him quietly, your eyes locked onto his tv.

“And it was a bad text?” He strokes your cheek softly.

You turn so that you’re now laying on him, chest to chest.

“He said he hasn’t heard from me in a while and wants to know how everything is.”

Daniel hums. “And how is everything? If one were to want to know.” He feins disinterest in your answer, but holds his breath waiting for a response.

You slowly start to smile. “Everything is going well, I think.”

He lets out a breath and flashes you his own grin. “Good, I’m glad.”

You spend the evening with Daniel, cuddled up on his couch. You try to focus on him, but you just keep thinking about Seb. He’s made himself within reach again, but it could end up the same way it did last time. Is risking your blossoming relationship with Daniel really worth taking that chance?

A part of you feels guilty when he asks if you want to stay the night and you turn him down. You can see the disappointment flash across his face, but he quickly hides it.

You bid him goodnight with a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him alone as you drive back to your own home. You throw your things down on your couch and pull your phone out of your pocket as you make your way to your room.

You type out a reply to Sebastian, then set your phone face down on your desk.

I’m good, how are you? I can’t really talk right now, I’m about to film a livestream.

It’s meant to be a harmless text, but a part of you knows that you want his attention.

You change into a pretty baby pink lacy lingerie set. You set up your camera and laptop and check to make sure you’re camera ready. You start your stream and watch as your usual viewers start to join. You make a few flirty comments, telling them how much you missed them.

Sebastian doesn’t seem to join, or maybe just hasn’t read your text, so you start with your stream without him. You tease yourself through your underwear, letting out breathy moans when your fingers brush against your clit.

You pull your panties to the side and push a finger inside of yourself. It does almost nothing for you, so you push a second in as well. It’s not at all comparable to Seb or Daniel, but your viewers seem to be enjoying it from the tips they send you.

After a few minutes you pull your hand away from your cunt and reach next to you for a dildo. You’re drawn to your purple one, the length reminding you of how deep Sebastian was able to push inside you. But you spot your blue one too, the girth would stretch you out and really give your viewers a show.

You hold the blue toy in front of your camera, showing it to your audience.

i can’t wait to watch her fall apart on that dick

there’s no way she’ll be able to take that

You set the dildo up on your floor and raise yourself above it. Your eye catches a comment before you lower yourself down.

be a good bunny schatz - sebv

You flush at the comment. A new wave of arousal rushes through you as you lower yourself onto the silicone toy. It’s a struggle to take it, the head stretching you out more than you have before. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as you ease yourself lower and lower on the toy, until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

You pause as you look back up at your camera. You look wrecked already, your eyes half lidded as your mouth hangs open.

“‘S so big.” You moan.

You read another comment from your computer that makes you clench around the toy.

such a good bunny, taking that dick all the way inside you. now bounce on it sweetheart - dannyric

You bounce up and down on the dildo, moaning out as it stabs at your soft spongey spot over and over again. Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure is too much.

“Please, please, may I cum? I want to cum so bad!” You beg.

You don’t know who you’re asking, you mind far too cloudy to be thinking straight, but your eyes search for the two usernames that send you over the edge.

cum for me bunny - sebv

you’re so pretty when you beg, you can cum now bunny - dannyric

You cry out as you reach your peak, your body losing control, and all sense of pace as you ride the toy through your orgasm.

You clench around it as tips come flooding in. You slowly lift yourself off it, whimpering at the empty feeling between your legs. The dildo is coated in your milky white release. You lift it up and lick a long stripe up the side, moaning at the taste of yourself.

You flirt a little more with your viewers, then say goodbye and end your stream.

The clean up process is lonely, you try to keep your balance as you lean against your bathroom counter, wiping up the mess between your legs. You change out of your lingerie and throw it in your laundry pile. You reach for a sweater in your closet, but pause when you see what’s before you.

Folded on one of the shelves is Seb’s sweatshirt, the one he let you use the first time you filmed with him. The grey fabric is soft between your fingers, begging to wrap you up and keep you warm.

Hanging up on the rack is Daniel’s hoodie. He insisted that you hold onto it for a while after your night at the diner. It still smells like his cologne, well his cologne and a slight smell of the diner food you shared with him.

Your heart aches as you look back and forth between the pieces of clothing. You reach out and grab a sweater of your own, refusing to make any decisions tonight.

You grab your phone from your desk to see two text notifications.

From Seb

That was a fun livestream schatz, you really know how to put on a show

From Daniel

You could’ve done your livestream at my house sweetheart, I would’ve enjoyed a live show

You leave both boys on read, and climb into your bed. You hope that tomorrow you’ll have a clearer mindset about what to do next.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hii could I request Alastor x fem(or gn if you don't write fem)reader who is part of vees?? Like imagine meeting where velvet and Carmilla got into fight so can you do that but with reader and maybe like after meeting how it looked?

Hehe! I write female and how ironic is that, whilst I love Hazbin Hotel, I haven’t gotten the chance to watch the show since I am motherless broke and waiting for all of it to go onto YouTube so I am gonna have to guess this shit! Once again… kinda short, sorry!

Alastor- Little Mistake

Alastor has always thoroughly disliked the Vs of the Overlords. Vox is obnoxious and egoistical, Valentino is sensual and annoying, Velvette is bratty and loud. But you… you’re not that bad. You’re the only V that doesn’t get under his skin and he does find you interesting so, throughout most Overlord meetings, he always sideyes you whilst you’re besides Velvette to see how you’ll respond to Carmilla

And respond to Carmilla you did. Making it a big song and dance that you don’t need to respect a fellow Overlord. Overlords barely respect one another so you don’t feel obligated in the slightest to respect her, which caused much friction throughout the other Overlords and deemed the meeting over

Alastor was amused by all of it. You’re much more calm, level-headed, less loud and sophisticated as compared to your fellow Vs and you’ve proven to Alastor that you do have quite the rebellious spirit and are determined to stick to your beliefs

He is impressed. He likes that

You just made a boring, insignificant meeting about ten thousand times better by beginning to argue with Carmilla over her statements and choices, and now, Alastor is hookline sinker for what is about to happen

Alastor may or may not rub you embarrassing yourself in front of your Vs and the Overlords in your face after everybody exits the meeting room and he tracks you down effortlessly, mainly thanks to his incredible shadow magic

Everybody else is so tense and avoiding you, cringing out of their skin at your lashout to their head… except the Vs, who are cheering your stand-up on whilst Alastor is already parting from the group to speak to you about what he wants to speak about

Those piercing crimson red eyes basically glare into your soul as he proclaims with a smirk. He expresses that he doesn’t hate you like he hates your fellow Vs

“I thought you were a good girl~ that wasn’t how good girls behave, my dear”

You don’t even want to hear it from him so you already attempt to regroup with the Vs(who are all proud of you, may I say) but Alastor has other plans and he doesn’t plan for this conversation to be cut so short so rudely, so he steals away you and your time. Is he in love with you? Well, he definitely likes you more than he’ll ever admit

“Oh. You’re so inconsiderate, darling. I was speaking to you and you just turned your back. That is not ladylike at all, don’t you want to give me, at least, a smile~?”

Needless to say, Alastor did indeed both find your butting heads with Carmilla Carmine very amusing, very interesting, very fun to poke fun at and especially… quite attractive— oh god. Did he actually think that? He did. He cannot believe how quickly a simple Overlord like yourself, a member of the Vs, have managed to make him smitten in any fashion

Alastor will make his amusement over your fight with Carmilla obvious, he presses you against the wall and speaks with the radio effects on full blast to make sure you pay attention and whilst he’ll shut out your fellow Vs, he’ll make you look at him and acknowledge him

Alastor teases you nonstop through the maybe 20-30 minutes he took talking to you about the incident in that big room. He openly expresses how much he enjoyed a good girl like you going bad but he hopes you stay obedient when you come to the Hotel. You don’t know what he is blabbering on about, though, Alastor knows you’re too good for the Vs and you’ll come to get redeemed any day now

And when that day comes, he will happy rub it more into your face. Maybe, give that face a bit of a kiss before sending you off

“Ah. Ah~ it’s not creepy, it’s acknowledgment. Creepy would be me following you around all the time. I was merely entranced by your behaviours and may I say, you’re better than those mindless idiotic Overlords you associate yourself with”

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heya...!!!! Sweetypie 🍓🥧🧁.... It's me again, i want to make a request again...if you don't mind 😃.

Can you make a request regarding creepypasta with ticci tobby and eyelash Jack .Previous request for a creepypasta

Most certainly! Though my drafts are a mess so I’m no longer sure what the previous request refers to. ;-; Hopefully this is close to what you pictured.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader

Featuring Ticci-Toby and Eyeless Jack and a clueless reader that caught their attention. TW: dubious consent, gore and violence

Ticci-Toby

Oh, he really can’t explain it but you’ve tied his heart into a knot. His chest is tight and it’s almost as if his lungs struggle to get enough oxygen. You seem kind and he can’t help but daydream that he’s the subject to your friendly gestures. He feels like a spoiled child, drinking up every drop of affection, tipsy with delight. If only those doll eyes of yours looked at him.

He’s hesitant to approach you because his moods are so unpredictable. He’d love to shower you in adoration and spend the rest of his life protecting you from any threats. Then comes his rage and he’s tempted to scratch your face off for smiling to anyone else but him. Why are you trying so hard for other people? No one appreciates you as much as he does, (Y/N). Is his attention not enough? Does he need to hold your gaze in by force?

Suffice to say that Ticci-Toby can be extremely jealous and possessive well before you’re even aware of his existence. Unlike Eyeless Jack, however, he is very open about his displays of love and doesn’t wait too long to introduce himself. His impulsive desires take over any consideration he’s had regarding your safety in front of his mood swings. He can worry about it when it actually happens. Now matter the anger, he’d never hurt his darling, would he? It’s the others that will have to pay.

If he’s feeling particularly hyperactive he will begin parroting his reasons for your fated romance and why you were meant to be. If anxiety equates in, the narrations turn into regurgitated, repetitive questions stemming out of insecurity. Are you really certain you haven’t gotten tired of him? Truly, without a doubt? Perhaps you were thinking of leaving him? The interrogations culminate in desperate begging for reassurance. Please let him know you’ll never, ever abandon him. Otherwise he will have to guarantee it himself one way or another.

Eyeless Jack

You happened to be the next victim on his list. The creature stood above your sleeping form in absolute silence. You barely shuffled at the sudden coldness from the edge of the scalpel coming into contact with your abdomen. The blade, however, remained still on the surface. The hollow sockets were fixated on your unconscious face, seemingly deep in consideration.

He can’t quite pinpoint a reasoning to it, but your presence has caught his interest. On the bright side, you get to keep your kidney. The only caveat is that you now have a rather dedicated admirer with a less orthodox approach to his growing crush.

Jack primarily enjoys watching you from afar and leaves only vague hints of his presence. Which, of course, depends on your definition of vague. At first you didn’t make the connection between the people wronging you in your daily life and the mysterious packages you’d receive in the mail containing frozen raw organs. You had assumed some neighbor might’ve gotten some subscription for their dog and messed up the address. As the news piled up, often involving these particular people as abruptly missing, your suspicions increased. Especially after noticing that none of your neighbors seem to have pets. And then the love notes started and you nearly threw up next to your mailbox.

Jack is fidgeting like a schoolgirl upon seeing your reaction to his confessions. Could you be that overwhelmed by his love? It wasn’t a big deal, really. He’s just doing what he’s best at. He’s just glad to ease your life by erasing the factors that upset you. You don’t have to worry about returning his favors. Humans come with two kidneys for a reason, after all. They were made for sharing.

Now that he’s gotten his answer, he can confidently approach you. He can’t wait to get his claws on you. You look stunning from a distance, too, but nothing compares to actually feeling you. Hearing your whimpers of shy protest, sensing the increased pulse tumultuously running through your veins, observing your pupils contract in mild…fear? No, most likely just excitement. His spiraling black eyes (or rather, lack of) devour your presence with anatomical curiosity. If he’s careful enough, he might even play with you a little. He’ll be extra careful with his darling.

[yandere-kokeshi]

What is a general hc for yandere Soap?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, military + talks about trauma and PTSD, kidnapping, and dubcon (not in detail)

A/N: Sure!! Sorry this took extremely long. I've been struggling with my health. Hope this was okay <3.

Gif and icons are NOT mine; the gif belongs to @/bunnygifs. As for the icons, I'm not sure. If you do find the artist/or are the artist, please contact me so I can credit you!

Soap is a very complicated person. Underneath his nice Jester Act, he’s an extremely manipulative, obsessive, and possessive man in every aspect possible. He owns you; you own him, vice versa.

He’s two faced with you, only if you’re capable of staying one way. Much like Jekyll and Hyde.

Johnny wasn’t sure what was so addicting about you, but he knew you were the one for him. The very first time he saw you, he was immediately smitten and approaching you with a wide smile. Flirting and wooing his ways with you as his cheeks flushed with pink, legs like jello and hands sweating as his mind was overloaded with question after question. While Soap’s not easy to fall for someone, he couldn’t help but see that you were incredibly attractive; as well as interesting and a genuine person.

It definitely makes more sense if you were on the team. Price bringing you in as a new recruit; a needed medic or another soldier that finds him just as perky, or annoying.

Or, in any other story, you could be a civilian who he had met while living next door. The apartment complex getting lonely, and somehow, the cheeky bastard showed up with a welcoming smile and a few of his buddies helping him move in. Wouldn’t it be nice to know him, no?

Despite these two — Soap would quickly realize he needed you. The calls weren’t enough. The hourly talks weren’t enough. Nothing was never enough because you weren’t his. And you certainly made him lose his mind.

Either way, you’ve caught the eye of a man who’s incredibly hard to get rid of. His name speaks loudly in certain situations when he’s with you.

That being said, Johnny is always around you — in and out of the battlefield. He’s always trying to engage with whatever you’re doing.

Gonna head out and get a drink from a bar a couple of minutes down the road? Why not let him come along? Catch up on some things, plus the two of you could play truth-to-drink.

Need to go grocery shopping? Let him drive with you! He would feel safer going with you, plus, he needs to restock his fridge. Wherever you are, he’s there; even with and without your knowledge.

Soap is a huge softie with you. Even Ghost and Price see it. It’s clear that he likes you, which leaves him doing it the ‘original’ way. He will go all out and woo your heart; going as far as to buy your favorite flowers or go get that movie you haven’t seen in ages. He pays attention closely to the conversations you two have, so expect gifts to come.

This also means that he dislikes people around you, his blue eyes turning into daggered icicles that talk to you. And those who don’t get his signals, he gets aggressive, which isn’t a pretty sight.

He makes it clear that you’re off limits and stares at anyone who looks at you too long or simply the wrong way. While he acts incredibly sweet and kind in front of you, the minute you turn around, his smile is gone and staring into the person’s poor soul until they run away with their tail between their legs.

Johnny is the type to overcompensate things, which can be annoying. He’s overbearing — almost suffocating to the point you may or may not snap at him to knock it off or leave you alone. He will act like an overprotective boyfriend, even if the two of you are not dating.

Because of this, you’ll likely lose a bunch, if mostly of your friends or close family members. At the end of the day, he’s sitting right beside you as he comforts you from the losses. I mean, he’s better than them, right?

Soap is more on the jealous side. While he knows he’s attractive and strong - likely your type - he just can’t help but pop his knuckles in pure annoyance whenever he sees you talking to someone he feels is a threat. Soap will try his best to be always around you, keeping an arm or hand on you at all times, showing people he has an interest in you or that you’re dating.

And because of his severe jealousy, he’s a master at manipulation. He’s very persuasive with his words, especially with his sweet and dirty talk.

He’s always guiding, keeping you away from people he deems bad, and whenever you question it, Johnny always smiles before telling you not to worry about it. By the end of the day, you’re in his house with him locking the door.

With how insane he is, and just how devoted he’s with you, you’re gonna be kidnapped. Even if you’re already in love, he can not stand people talking or keeping you away from him. He wants you by himself.

Your safety is his top priority. The minute it’s threatened, even by a friend invading your space or seeing you uncomfortable in public, all his nice and flirtatious mask is thrown out the window and goes berserk. He’s not afraid to swing, kick, or even draw high amounts of blood if it means that you’re safe.

Now, the minute he can call you "his" is the second he really shows his colors; being a cheeky bastard and a manipulative prick. Of course, he’s a natural flirt and will tease or woo you every damn chance he gets.

Soap is very open with affection. In all types of shapes, but he mainly shows it through gifts and physical affection. He’ll randomly give you rocks with specific names and expects you to remember.

Or cuddling you closer to his body, hand instinctively curling around your hips and lips sucking in deep bruises. His favorite part with you is rolling in bed with you, tracing your body marks as he rubs his face into your belly.

Soap is incredibly clingy. It gets worse when he gets home after being out for a long time of not seeing you.

Once he’s home, whether that’s from a mission or simply spending the day shopping for necessary items, he will not leave you alone. His arms are always on you, grasping and pulling you in for cuddles and his Scottish slangs whispering in your tinted ears for more attention.

Punishments come in waves– and if you’ve broken them, even ignoring his final warnings with tsks, it isn’t pretty.

Usually, he figures a good fuck with sorta ye out, no? With the amount of orgasms and pretty begs you let out, he’s certain you won’t break them again, correct?

But, if that doesn’t work, he’ll put a chain around your ankle, keeping you in bed and treating you the same as if you didn’t do anything. Slowly but surely, driving you insane until you say sorry.

Soap is excellent at spying and has no shame if he’s caught, even by you. You won’t be allowed to shut any doors, even if you are using the bathroom or showering. But, you wouldn’t mind him coming in, would you?

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[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - introduction ! senior project

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 1.3k wc, brief swearing, mentions of death & mentions of murder/killing, lots of dialogue

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“as you all know, you have a major senior project due by the end of the year for part of your college interviews. this will be worth 90% of your grade and is not optional. any questions to far?” riki’s english teacher read off the whiteboard, before turning to face the class.

she cleared her throat loudly before continuing.

“late work will not be accepted, because you have until may 25 to get this project submitted. everyone should know which college they plan on attending, or applying to by now. a google slides format must be be at least 25 slides, and a word doc should be at least 10 pages.”

jungwon quoted the teacher, explaining to riki what’s expected of them after he realized riki hadn’t been paying attention.

“how the hell did you remember all she said? and- why are you even here.. you’re like, a freshman in college.” riki noticed, with a visible look of confusion on his face.

“sophomore, actually. and i’m here for volunteer work! we have finals too you know. i was telling you and sunoo about this last week, but it’s for my social thought class!-” jungwon explained with a smile, only for it to drop as he was cut off .“yeah yeah okay. so what kind of topic am i supposed to pick?” riki asked before crumpling up a random paper into a ball, tossing it in jungwons direction.

jungwon let out a sigh. “riki, you really need to do better. if you can’t improve how you act, that impact will show on my grade as well. and that won’t be good for either of us.” he said as he took the paper ball, unfolding it to reveal riki’s report card from last quarter. it wasn’t too bad really, mainly straight a and b minuses. but the biggest issue, was behavior and participation.

“how would your grade tanking be bad on me? i still have until fall before i start going to ucla.”

“i really don’t know how you got in.” jungwon shook his head.

“dance scholarship. duh.” “nishimura riki! you have 7 more minutes to determine your main topic. i recommend that you use your time more wisely.” the teacher called out from her desk.

“okay seriously, now we have to focus. what topics are you interested in?” jungwon asked, as he pulled his notebook out.

“well, i like dancing. i can research the history on different dance styles.” riki shrugged, loosely putting an idea out there.

“that’s actually not that bad, especially as a dance major. let’s sit on that idea for a bit in case anything else comes up. what else do you like?” jungwon hummed while briefly scribbling a few notes in.

“i don’t even get why i still have to do this stupid assignment when i already heard back from ucla. if anything it’s a waste of my time, because this only benefits the kids who haven’t heard back yet.” riki complained.

“well,” jungwon chuckled. “the start of the fall semester is still a while from now, anything can change by then. they’re still gonna be looking at your final report card and all that. this is just to determine that your slot in that school is ensured. i think the you from freshman year would be proud to see you improve.”

but of course, he wasn’t listening. riki was hyper focused on his computer. at least until the last sentence stuck out to him.

“say that again?” riki questioned, making sure he heard jungwon right.

“the you from three years ago would be proud if you improved?” he repeated an improvised version, with a raised brow.

riki chewed on the bottom of his pen, before hastily writing something down on jungwon’s notebook.

“you.. you want to solve heeseung and jay’s case..?” jungwon stuttered as he read the notes. “how is this even related to what i said? is it because you were a freshman when it happened?”

“do you really believe yn was capable of killing them? i mean honestly, won. we grew up with her. she was heeseung’s little sister.” riki insisted, ignoring jungwon’s previous questions.

“i couldn’t believe it either, because there was no way it could’ve been her. but there was a lot of evidence that said otherwise.” jungwon informed, moving the notebook back onto his desk.

“also, don’t get mad when i say this. but, do you think the reason why you’ve been so fixated on yn being innocent is because you never got over your crush on her from middle school?”

“hey! shut the fuck up dude.” riki hissed, slapping the older boy on the back of his head. “and she was someone we were close to, a 17 year old at the time. it just isn’t likely.”

“age doesn’t mean anything. 35% of murders in america were committed by people ranging between 17 and 21. and, 28% of murders are committed by a relative or acquaintance. chances are low but not zero.” a girl butt in from behind the them. riki whipped his head back to see who it was, only to wish he never turned around.

minji kim. a pain in the original friend groups ass since elementary school.

the two stared at her with two completely different expressions. riki looked minji up and down with a frown, while jungwon just blinked slowly with wide eyes.

“what? do you seriously not remember me?” she scoffed.

“no trust me, we do, minji.” riki huffed before turning back around.

“we’re just wondering how you know that, is all.” jungwon hummed.

“my brother is a police officer now. i’m sure if you didn’t know who he was, one of your other friends might.” she snickered.

minjae kim. he is minji’s brother and one of the officers who handled the heeseung-jay case, aka one of the officers responsible for the arrests of yn and a few others. riki would know, because he attended the court hearing.

“minji, what topic have you selected?” the teacher asked as she briefly looked up from the computer screen.

“i will be making a slideshow on the history of ballet.” she answered with a proud smile. oh how riki just wanted to wipe that look off her face.

“and.. finally. riki and jungwon?”

"me and jungwon will investigate the lee siblings case, from 3 years ago." and the teachers face fell.

"riki, i don't know if this is a good topic write on. you still have time to change your mind-"

"no. this is what i want to do. i want to solve the murder of heeseung lee, and the disappearance of jay park." riki cut off the teacher with determination.

and the class went silent.

"there's nothing to solve! yn lee killed her own brother, and her own boyfriend. case closed." minji said. but remember, her brother was one of the officers who testified against yn. of course, her opinion on the topic was just as biased as riki’s or jungwon’s could be.

"shut up minji, your brother got demoted for a reason. and, you didn't know yn." jungwon waved off.

"you may have known heeseung but that doesn't mean you know her. and i know enough about yn lee to see that shes a cold hearted killer." "enough!" the teacher interrupted.

"fine. riki and jungwon, you may pursue this case. but we have to set some boundaries. first off, you may use any public sources or personal connections. secondly, when contacting any sources like publishers or officers, do not push the limit. if they say certain answers to questions are confidential, then respect that. third and foremost, absolutely do NOT contact the lees or the parks. leave any involved families out of this, especially now that miss yn lee is out of juvie."

she teacher sighed in slight relief as she saw jungwon and riki nodding in agreement.

but what she didn’t see, was how their fingers were crossed behind their backs.

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[randombush3]

another snippet while I slave away lol

this one hurt a bit to write x

“My mums are lesbian!” he blurts out, excited enough to attract the attention of his teacher. When she appears, he grins at her sweetly; the kind of smile that has melted many hearts, though Nico is unaware of how many people know he exists. “More paper, please.” 

“Nico, you haven’t even tried with your first one.”

She isn’t harsh at all, but he has slowly learnt to stop asking follow-up questions. Six months of exasperated ‘I don’t know, Nicolau’s has taught him that. 

He shrugs. “Okay.”

He learnt what a shrug was the other day, when Mapi told him off for doing it to her. (“Don’t shrug your shoulders at me, Nicolau Putellas!” she had chided playfully. “All I asked was which of your mamas’ houses we need to go to.”)

“Nico, what’s ‘lesbian’?” 

“Mama says football is lesbian. Basketball might be lesbian! That’s why your sister is lesbian.” 

“My mum says that lesbians kiss girls.”

“Mama kisses girls! And Mami. And they used to kiss each other but now they don’t speak and me and my sister swap houses.” Nico begins drawing it out for Paula when she peers at him, befuddled. “Here is Mama’s.” A big square, a glamorous-looking woman inside of the blue shape; a stick with a circle on the end of it; the notes he sees in his piano music floating in the air. “And…” he says, tongue sticking out as he concentrates on the opposite half of the page, “here is Mami’s.” 

He draws a football. He picks up the red crayon too, and uses both the blau and the grana simultaneously. “Mami plays football for Barça.” He draws two lines on Alexia’s t-shirt. 11. “Mami made me get 11 at football.” Nico had originally worn the 10, but then the affair had come to light and Alexia was suddenly deep in conversation with his coach and apologising to the boy Nico then had to swap shirts with. 

Then, he drops the crayons in his hand and searches for the stack near Paula. He selects the purple one, gripping it tightly, his friend still listening to him with intrigue. 

“This is me and Lela.” Two stick figures are drawn in the middle of the page; the middle ground between each of the squares. 

Nico sometimes feels stuck between it all. 

When Mami got very sad, he and Elena went to stay with Mapi and Ingrid for a few nights. He held his little sister’s hand as much as he could. He always tries to remind her that he is right there with her. 

Mami once told him that it was his turn to protect Elena. Nico hasn’t forgotten that. 

“I keep Lela safe.” He has encouraged her, slightly selfishly, to call him ‘skipper’, which he has picked up from the Lionesses. Luckily, Alexia has not told him off for it because she doesn’t know what it means. “Lela is my little sister. She is a baby. She doesn’t remember what it was like when Mama and Mami loved each other, but I do.” 

The purple crayon scrapes on the page as he presses it into the white, colour rubbing out in the shape of a heart. “Lela and I are together. Mami tries to take me from her sometimes, but I don’t let her.” 

His story – and ability to make Paula pay attention for longer than ten seconds – has already garnered the quiet attention of his teacher, but she moves closer as Nico continues. The four-year-old leaves out how Alexia usually is inviting him to training with her. With Elena yet to show any interest in football, it remains her and Nico’s special thing, and, of course, she misses him when it is not her turn. 

You usually give your permission if you have no other plans. Alexia is upset that the only hindrance is the little boy who once worshipped her like a god. 

“Nico, why did you want two pages?” asks Paula curiously, assuming he is finished now that his whole family is displayed on the piece of paper. 

He frowns. “Because now I have to do this.” And with that, he tears the sheet in half. 

Paula’s mouth drops open in surprise, as does his teacher’s. 

“What’s wrong?” comes a mature voice, a hand placed on his shoulder just like it is when the other children in his class cry. Nico doesn’t cry. He is strong and brave, like a little soldier. “Did you not like your drawing?” 

“No,” he replies neutrally, “half can live with Mama, and half can live with Mami.” 

“But now you are ripped down the middle.” 

He traces the jagged edges of the halves of his life. One leg is on your side, the other on Alexia’s. 

“I know, but it’s okay. I don’t cry.”

[calmcoldevening]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Micheal Myers X Dr. Loomis’s daughter reader one shot? I thought it’d be an interesting read lol. If you’re not Interested or too busy that’s completely fine! I just haven’t seen any one else do this request. Honestly, I would request more, but I’m always too nervous to talk to people online and in person. Sorry for the unnecessary rambling! Thank you and have a lovely day or night ( depending on what time you see this lol )!

Michael Myers x reader, who is Dr. Loomis's daughter

The boy with the eyes of the devil. Monster.

You didn’t fully understand what your father was talking about, after all, at that time you were only six years old, but you could say with confidence that this “something” made your father terribly nervous and even frightened him, although he would never admit it.

It was an ordinary early November morning. The weather was cloudy, all the streets were filled with milky fog. The damp air settled unpleasantly in my lungs with each new breath. You sat in the back seat of the car while your father put the key in the ignition. Your small hands nervously fiddled with the edge of your seat belt. Not to say that this was your first trip to your father’s place of work, no. On the contrary, you often went there with him, because sometimes there was no one to leave you with at home, almost all of your dad’s colleagues knew you. And yet today the atmosphere in the car was unpleasantly oppressive and dense, you could literally cut it with a knife. It seemed that your father was weighed down by some thoughts, but you did not dare to ask him about it.

The journey to the psychiatric hospital took quite a long time because your father decided to take a longer but safer route. He didn't want any accident to happen due to such thick fog.

When you arrived at the hospital, it was already around seven in the morning. You approached a tall building, which, despite its appearance and neat paths for walking with patients, inspired subconscious fear in you. Your father gently but firmly took your hand.It was quite dark outside, so when you walked inside, an unpleasant greenish light hit your eyes, creating a strangely tense atmosphere among the white walls of the hospital. Your father immediately went to some office. It was a small office, filled with various folders and documents. In the middle of the room, at a dark table, sat the man with whom your father was now talking. You didn’t pay much attention to their conversation, completely captivated by the small colorful fish in the aquarium. Your children's palms carefully pressed against the slightly cloudy glass, joyfully following with your eyes the colorful fish hiding among the tall corals.

Finally, your father called your name, causing you to reflexively turn your head in his direction. His voice was gentle and calm, but it still contained his characteristic sternness.

 “I need you to stay here for a while, okay? I have work in another office. Will you be a good girl for me?” Loomis asked with a small smile, patting your head. In response, you only nodded briefly.

You were always a smart and understanding child, so Loomis was not afraid to leave you alone. Although he knew that you liked to play by your own rules from time to time, the man really trusted you and your smart mind for a child. After all, you are your father's daughter.

 About fifteen minutes passed before you realized that you were tired of watching the office fish. What's the point of staring at them for a long time if all they do is swim back and forth and back? You definitely should have taken some toys from home. Finally, when boredom took over, you carefully left the office, hoping to find your father and proudly declare that you had nothing to do. Wandering along the corridor, you caught some nurse and asked where your dad was now. This kind soul, of course, didn’t know that she shouldn’t tell you about this, but everyone in this place knew you as a smart and calm child, so she told you the right office without any problems.

It was a particularly remote room at the end of the corridor. The dim green light barely reached here, and there were no windows in this part of the hospital. You quietly opened the right door, wincing slightly at the disgusting creak, and went inside. Inside there was another door with a small window to the right of it. You walked closer to the window, because of your short stature you could barely see what was happening on the other side of the glass. But you perfectly saw your father sitting with his back to you. A strange boy sat next to him. His blond hair was disheveled and looked somewhat dirty, and his empty dark eyes looked simultaneously into nothingness, but at the same time into your very soul. He looked no older than your age, although he was obviously larger than you in size. Your father was telling him something, but the boy did not react to his words at all, he just looked blankly out the window opposite. Did he look at you? Unknown.But it seemed to you that the moment you came into his field of vision, the boy’s head shifted slightly to the side.

This was the first time you saw this boy, a most strange but intriguing meeting. Michael Myers. That’s what your father called him, looking through the child’s personal file in your kitchen at home with a cup of coffee in his hands.

The next time you saw this boy was only about two weeks later. Your father purposefully brought you to Michael's room, hoping that perhaps you, as a child, could establish some kind of contact with this strange boy. Loomis gently squeezed your hand, looking down at you with a smile.

“This is a special boy. You should try playing with him, okay?” You nodded curtly in response. "That’s my girl."

Loomis led you into the same small room, not even suspecting that you had already been here once. Your own cunning caused a small, naive smile to bloom on your face. Loomis led you to Michael sitting on the bed and sat you on the chair next to him.

“I’ll be behind this door if anything happens to you, okay honey?” With these words, Loomis left the room.

You carefully sat down on the chair, folding your hands in your lap. The boy in front of you looked almost like a lifeless doll, so empty was the look in his dark eyes. He looked somewhere ahead and didn't even blink. You smiled slightly, deciding to use all your charm and friendliness.

“My name is Y/N. And what is your name?"

The boy didn't react. But you could have sworn you saw the focus of his eyes shift from the emptiness in front of him to you, seemingly appraising you. A pleasant burning sensation lit up in your heart when you realized that this boy was truly “special”, as your dad told you, and not some emotionless vegetable. It seems like that’s what doctors called such people, no? You weren't sure. But you really wanted to appear grown up and work like your dad in the future, so you wanted to start getting some knowledge about it right now.

“Your name is Michael, right?” you smiled your childish, somewhat toothless smile, “You don’t really like to talk, do you? I think yes. Then do you mind if I do the talking?” There was only silence in response. You giggled, “Silence is a sign of consent! So, I'm six. Probably you too? I haven’t been told much about you, to be honest.”

Now you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms over your chest and pouting your lips in a mock pout.

“This is so awkward. I want to grow up quickly so I won't be treated like a child anymore! Oh, you know, I really like to draw! I don't think you'll tell me what you like, after all, it's just me talking now, but next time let me bring sketchbooks and pencils? I think you'll enjoy drawing too! It's really interesting."

One moment there is darkness, and the next there is this gentle voice and a warm feeling of presence. Other... people radiated only coldness and anger towards him, but this pure soul was strangely kind and welcoming. He had already felt it once, when that unpleasant and stern man was in front of him, but then she was far away. Now she was right in front of him. A girl. She told him her name, and even tried to start some kind of cute, even somewhat stupid, childish conversation with him. There was absolutely no point in talking to this girl, but for some reason her presence was strangely comforting and almost pleasant. It was as if he was little again, at home. But now he knew that he did not have that warm, old home. Not after the voice in his head told him to kill his dirty sister, no. And yet now he wanted the presence of this girl, although he himself did not know why.

You have become a frequent visitor to this psychiatric hospital. You usually visited Michael once or twice a week, and Loomis very soon noticed the results. The boy really opened up to you. Even if it really couldn’t be seen with a simple glance, Samuel, as a psychiatrist, had long noticed the difference: the way Michael’s head tilted when he listened with interest to your stories, or the way he gave you certain unambiguous answers in his own way. It seemed that the two of you had your own language, understandable only to you two. Michael even smiled next to you (although it could hardly be called a smile, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly nervously when he saw you, although it only happened for a split second). For Loomis, this was indeed a definite discovery. The man noticed how the boy sat on his bed for a long time, waiting for you, and seemed to be calculating the time and day. The hospital did not tell him today’s date, because there was no particular need for this, but Michael independently realized that you usually come on Tuesday or Wednesday and always Friday. Surprisingly, his cold heart opened up to you.

At first, this really encouraged Loomis, because perhaps his patient was beginning to recover. But after two or three months he realized that he was mistaken. Michael's personality development only happened in exceptional moments when you were around. The rest of the time, he did not react in any way to the requests or words of the staff and doctors. Michael has become attached to you. No, rather, to some extent he became obsessed with you. Loomis saw that deadly metallic glint in Michael's dark eyes as the man walked back into the room, saying your time is up. Michael’s childish fists almost twitched, as if an obsessive desire to hurt the doctor arose in his mind, if only you would remain nearby.

As the years passed, the doctor realized that getting you into Myers' "treatment" was a bad idea. Now you are ten years old, and Loomis has reduced your meetings to twice a month. He noticed how this affected the boy.

Now Michael absolutely refused to make contact with any of the doctors, spending all his free time in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. His wall near the bed was covered with your drawings, and on a small table in the corner of the room lay a half-empty pack of pencils and a new album. You brought it during your last visit, saying that you would draw it next time. Five weeks have passed since that time, and Michael still hasn’t dared to touch the ill-fated album. The cover with the cats was already fairly covered with dust, and the pencils were covered in red and black. Michael obediently waited for the next time, knowing that you would not deceive. It is so? You always came back, no matter how badly he behaved with doctors, right? He will wait as long as necessary, like a little faithful puppy.

The guy stopped counting the days, and the world around him turned into endless darkness. All these brainless doctors and orderlies, whose souls are each blacker than the other. Vile, dirty people with no compassion. He missed his little flower. A pure, cheerful creature who brings colors into his life, and with them light. Her soul was the only source of light in this endless dark pit. Why was it taken from him? They took away his source of warmth and light, his little sun. She will be back. She'll definitely be back. She's different. He knows.

---

It was an ordinary cloudy day at the Illinois State Mental Hospital. The sky was covered with a dense layer of gray clouds, threatening to burst into torrential rain, and fog covered everything around. The evening swayed the trees with thin tables with unprecedented force, carrying already fairly yellowed leaves for miles around in a simple dance.

You sighed nervously, looking at the fading nature outside the window. Finally, you turned your head in the direction of your father, who was enthusiastically giving you another lecture of instructions, completely not noticing that you were absolutely not interested in it.

"..dad. I’ve read his personal file three times already, I understand everything, okay?”

The man frowned, but exhaled in defeat, folding his hands behind his back. Even when he relaxed his face, a few wrinkles on his face remained, clearly indicating the man's age and the stress of his job.

“I know, I’m just worried about you.Are you sure you want to practice medicine with this particular patient? You know, there are several dozen more patients in your specialty, and less dangerous ones..."

“Dad,” you interrupt him with a frown, “You and I have already discussed this several times, haven’t we? Don't worry. After all, he is your patient, I know you will intervene if something goes wrong.”

Finally the man gave in. He nodded in agreement and briefly hugged you, patting you on the head like when you were a child. A short “ok” left his lips, and together you headed towards the ill-fated office.

The sound of a door opening. Michael didn't bother to turn his head towards the entering doctor. The guy knew that now again the meaningless dialogues on the part of the doctor and even more meaningless taking of pills would begin. He was healthy, the guy was sure of it. He had long ago become accustomed to the emptiness in his chest that had become painfully familiar to him and the noise of endless thoughts in his mind. And he didn't want to change that. It was as if, over such a long period of time, this state had become like a protective cocoon for him.

The room was filled with an unobtrusive sweetish aroma of some fruity perfume, from which Michael could barely restrain himself from wrinkled his nose. The heavy silence in the room was interrupted only by the steady tapping of women's heels. It had been a long time since he had been visited by a female doctor, something new.

"Hello, Michael."

These few words made the guy's heart clench unpleasantly. He stared in front of him, now fully feeling that long-forgotten feeling of warmth and light presence. That bright figure of white light appeared before my eyes again, like the purest angel on earth. A short sigh escaped from his chest, and his lips almost reflexively bent into a pitiful semblance of a smile. Still, he was really glad to see her. He knew she would return. He knew, even if that pathetic old man and his employees told Michael otherwise. He knew you were different.

"It's been a long time... I'm really sorry."

He remained silent, instead absorbing her every new word like a sponge thrown into the sea. Now he didn't care that she left, because she came back. The guy tried to remember everything: the aroma of her perfume, which now seemed so painfully sweet and pleasant, driving his entire pulsating mind crazy; the sound of her angelic voice is like a gentle cradle, lulling him in her tender embrace. He tried to remember everything. Now her fragile image filled his entire mind. He wanted to touch, touch, feel, show that she was his. Over the many years of being here, he realized that she was his, and he had to prove it to everyone. His light, his delicate flower, his sun.The guy was ready to fulfill all her instructions and requests, if only she would stay with him as long as possible. Stayed forever.

Now the girl came to him every day, and Michael could not imagine anything better. It was as if all his dreams had come true.

She was his personal nurse.

In the mornings she sometimes combed his hair. Usually it stuck out and was very messy and dirty, but now his curly hair looked clean and soft.

She brought him food, and sometimes Michael deliberately chose to pretend to be a brainless vegetable, if only she would feed him herself, gently bringing the spoon to his bitten lips.

Michael could have sworn that there was actually excitement and tenderness in her actions, as if she was worried and genuinely cared about him. And just thinking about it made his soul warm. Now he heard her voice every day, felt her gentle touches, felt her trepidation and care. But this was not enough. He wanted more. Michael felt a strange burning sensation when she talked to other people in the hospital, especially men. He began to feel an unpleasant itch, and images were scrolling through his head of how he could kill this vile guard and then pull her into his protective arms. Michael wanted her hands on his neck or in his hair, and his hands on her soft hips. He wanted her for himself and no one else.

---

That morning you came again to give Michael pills. You were the only one Michael allowed to give him his medicine. He would even drink poison from your hands. The main condition was that there should be no security either inside or outside.

You moved closer, gently lifting Michael's chin with your gentle fingers. He wrapped his arms around your hips, looking up at you, and obediently opened his mouth. You placed the colored tablet on his tongue, to which he quickly swallowed it, without water. The man’s hands gently roamed over your soft flesh, pressing you as close to him as possible. You gently massaged his tangled hair, lightly scratching his itchy skin from constant thoughts.

“Michael..” his name sounds like the sweetest honey on your tongue, the man is ready to listen to this for an eternity, “I’m sorry, but today is the last day of my practice.”

Michael raised his eyebrows slightly, snuggling into your gentle hand.He wanted you to explain what it was about and why you had such a sad expression on your face. The guy wanted answers, but you perfectly remembered your father’s request not to tell him about it. This could cause Michael to become aggressive. Still, you didn’t want to hurt him. So you just briefly hugged him by his strong shoulders and briefly kissed his forehead.

The next day you didn't come.

And every other day too.

Did he do something wrong? The evil doctors did not allow you to come to him again? Michael had many questions, and yet, the answer for him was the arrogant smiling face of Dr. Loomis.

---

It was Halloween evening. You have already distributed all your candy to the children in colorful costumes, who for a good few hours interrupted your peaceful existence with their constant knocking on the door. Now you were sitting relaxed on the sofa in the living room and watching your favorite horror movie, sipping sweet soda with pleasure. And so, at the next moment, when something terrible was about to happen in the film, you heard that ill-fated doorbell again. With an annoyed sigh, you stood up from the couch, setting the soda on the table, and headed towards the door. To your surprise, there was no one on the street. But as soon as you closed the door, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You tried to escape, hitting the stranger in the stomach with your elbows, to which you only received a muffled grunt. A strange metallic smell filled my nose. You turned around, feeling your heart beating wildly in fear in your chest. Your eyes met the emotionless eye-shaped cutouts on the latex mask. Is this some kind of joke? You wanted to scream, but were interrupted by the sharp sensation of someone else's lips on your neck. How did he manage to roll up the edge of his mask so quickly? You bit your lower lip in fear, pulling off the unfortunate mask with one sharp movement. Now a pair of sad dark eyes are staring at you.

“Michael?.. How you.. why are you here?”

The man just muttered something unintelligible, rubbing his nose against the skin of your neck.

Loomis worriedly dialed your phone number, putting the phone to his ear. His most dangerous and unstable patient has escaped. Possible options for his direction were his younger sister Laurie and... you.

“Y/N, baby, are you okay? I'm in the hospital now and Myers has escaped! If he headed towards you and something happened to you, I don’t know what I’ll do...” The doctor muttered nervously, wiping his own forehead, sweaty from stress, with his palm.

“No, it's okay, dad. I didn’t see him,” came the answer from the other side of the line. A steady, quiet snoring could be heard in the background.

[joocomics]

Hii can u do what XH likes to do or how they’ll act if they’re jealous? Thank you!

cw: none

a/n: this might be a little bit messy, but expressing my thoughts on more angsty topics like this isn’t my strongest point when it’s not a drabble oof i apologise in advance if this isn’t what you expected, anonie! even a bit over the place i still hope you enjoy the read. ty for stopping by 🫶🏼

♡ gunil

i think he’d be good at hiding it, so if it happens a few times - most of them you might not notice that he’s being jealous until later. but it really depends on the situation and the person he’s being irritated by. i see him pretty protective as a boyfriend, and if someone is really getting on his nerves he might turn quiet and reserved; just thinking about how he wants to drag you out of the place with a hand on your waist cause he hates how they’re looking at you. after you’re finally left alone his feelings would immediately show, and he wouldn’t try to hide them; he couldn’t even if he tried. he’d sit down to talk to you about it, and after you assure him there’s nothing to worry about he’d calm down, and treat you like a princess till the rest of the night (he always treats you like that but when he’s jealous he really goes all out)

♡ jungsu

it’s a little bit difficult to put my thoughts together when it comes to him. on one side i see him get jealous easily, but then not so much. i see him being more vulnerable when it comes to this in the beginning stages of your to-be-relationship - when you’re in the talking stage, going on dates, but still haven’t talked about anything more than that. when he’s jealous he might overthink things a bit, and contemplate for a while if it’s something that he should bring up or not. that’s why i see him waiting to see if ‘this something’ happens again or grows into something bigger. if not, eventually he would just add it into the conversation lightly without any conflict in mind. when you show him he’s the only one you’re interested in, he most likely would double the physical contact while also putting his arm around you, and grabbing your hand more confidently in public

♡ jiseok/gaon

in a relationship i see him keeping his jealousy moments to himself, and i think those jealousy moments won’t be many tbh. he might even feel good if he catches guys checking you out, cause he knows you’re all his and you would never give those guys even a crumble of your attention. if someone tries to spark a conversation that rubs him the wrong way he’d be extra touchy with you or pull you on his lap, but he won’t feel the urge to bring it up after you’re left alone, cause in his mind that would be unnecessary. if you make him feel secure and loved, then i don’t see him paying too much attention to his temporary sparks of jealousy. he might even make a joke about it to make you laugh, “did you see that guy checking you out? in front of me?!”

♡ seungmin/o.de

i see him a mixture of jiseok and gunil. a part of him would feel good, proud even, that his gorgeous girlfriend is desired by people who can’t have her, but if someone tries to cross a boundary he’d hold you close and change the direction of the conversation. his body language when he’s with you would always be enough of a sign that you’re together, and there’s a chance depending on the situation he might get overprotective, but in a subtle way if that even makes sense? he wouldn’t want to ruin your mood on the spot or make you uncomfortable, so he would wait for you to get home and talk about it. the conversation would be chill and would end in a lot of soft kisses and i love you-s

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

oh he would be so obvious when he’s jealous. it won’t be difficult for you to catch him cause the emotions would be written all over his serious face. if you ask him about it he’d do his best to convince you he’s not jealous at all, cause he wouldn’t want to seem insecure in front of you. he’d laugh it off, but on the inside he’d be thinking about it all day, especially if you’re still not officially together; if you are it would fade down more quickly. he wouldn’t get extra touchy or something like that like the rest of the members, because he’d be too much in his head; he wouldn’t want anyone to notice (even though he suddenly goes quiet in the middle of the conversation?)

♡ jooyeon

i just have to bring up the perilla leaf debate here, and how quick he was with his answer - that his s/o will not help out his guy friend with separating those leaves. even if this clip didn’t exist i’d still be a firm believer that he’s the jealous type of boyfriend. he’d get jealous easily, and you’d always notice the subtle changes in his mood. he’d never do anything to frustrate you during the moment, and he’d try his best to be chatty and all with a hand on your thigh or around your shoulder. he’d play with your hair, with your hand, and he’d lean in your ear to whisper you things all of a sudden. people who know him well can always tell when he’s being jealous, but those who don’t wouldn’t notice a thing. he’d most likely be grumpy and extra affectionate after you get home

[lurkingshan]

Dead Friend Forever is a Marvel of Mystery Writing

I haven’t been watching Dead Friend Forever live, because I am not always that into the slasher genre and I figured I would wait to hear whether it holds up before jumping in. I admit, I was a bit dubious about a drama sustaining a slasher narrative for 12 entire weeks and didn’t want to spend time on something that might be too shallow to sustain and would end up falling apart. I basically told bestie @wen-kexing-apologist to vet it for me and holler if I needed to start paying attention. And a few weeks ago, they started poking me with increasing intensity, along with a few other friends, because the writing was holding up better than they could believe. I started asking questions, and once @ginnymoonbeam mentioned that Sammon was the writer, it all started to click and I dove into a binge to catch up.

And they were right! This show is excellent, and its strength is sourced in an incredibly strong script from a writer who knows how to construct a longform mystery. Because it turns out, that’s what this show actually is. How do you sustain a slasher for 12 weeks? By embedding a deeper mystery within the slasher framework and pacing your story so that the entire middle delivers a backstory narrative that is even more compelling than the current events. This show is expertly structured to grab your attention and then get you deeply emotionally invested in the coming bloodbath, which is crucial for a slasher to feel like it has any stakes. Let me also note that the excellent writing here is supported by extremely smart direction and editing and some standout performances from young actors. I am going to focus on the writing here because that’s what I do, but it should be said that this whole production is all around excellent. 

So let’s talk about why the writing in Dead Friend Forever works so well! Great drama mysteries should support two kinds of engagement from the viewer: 

no thoughts head empty engagement from the people who just want to be pulled along for the ride and be constantly surprised

red string board theory engagement for the people who enjoy finding clues and trying to solve the mystery in advance. 

It’s actually really fucking hard to thread this needle as a writer, because it requires seeding strong enough clues that attentive viewers could reasonably guess some of the big reveals, but not giving away so much that you are unable to surprise them. A reveal in a good mystery should have you saying “oh my god WHAT” and “of course, that makes perfect sense” at the same time. And the best mysteries support the viewer being able to go back and rewatch, find new meaning they missed the first time, and realize every single thing that happened adds up. A tight mystery has no loose ends and no false steps; it never lies to the viewer, it only works to draw your attention where it wants it at any given point in the story.

Dead Friend Forever does this masterfully with several of its reveals, but I will highlight the biggest example: the reveal of Phee and Non’s relationship in episode 7. In the first four episodes of the show, the story lets us in on a few crucial facts: Phee is newer to this friend group (along with Tan and White), he was not present for whatever went down with Non three years ago, he has some kind of fucked up not!friends with benefits relationship with Jin that involves lots of sexual tension and dick biting, and he seems interested in figuring out what the hell happened once all these dudes start acting crazy about the videos. The string board theorists had enough to go on there to reasonably guess that he was intentionally trying to uncover the truth—but not why—and the no thoughts head empty crowd could just vibe, enjoying his scenes with Jin and wondering how exactly he ended up hooking up with him and getting involved with this group of people he doesn’t even seem to like.

Once we get to the backstory and see Non’s narrative, additional clues emerge, like the existence of both an older brother and a mysterious sweetheart that is only saved as [heart emoji] in Non’s phone. No thoughts head empty is over here going huh I wonder who they’re gonna be and hey when are the rest of the characters going to show up; string board theorists now have two clear options for how Phee could tie in to Non’s story and why he might care enough to investigate, but no one knows for sure. So when the show ended episode 6 with Phee running into Non’s room and began episode 7 with The Most Effective Five Minute BL Of All Time, everything clicked into place. No thoughts head empty got to experience a very pleasant shock moment, the string board theorists got to feel satisfied that they figured out at least part of the reveal, everyone got to enjoy an unexpected shot of romance in the middle of this stressful narrative, and there were still parts of Phee’s motives and involvement with this group that we didn’t understand and would require additional reveals. That is great mystery writing in a nutshell.

And it’s not only the mystery construction that makes the writing here so smart. It’s also the way Sammon is weaving in tons of social commentary, embedding Thai cultural and religious values, incorporating complicated crimes with lots of players in the mix that somehow don’t get confusing, and drawing complex and nuanced characters whose choices and behavior you understand even if you find them abhorrent. It’s not easy to make a viewer both despise a character and still care what happens to them; when you write a story about despicable people you run the risk of inspiring apathy in the audience, which is a death knell for a mystery. We have to be invested for this story to work. We have to feel deep empathy for Non to the point that we fully support axe murdering his bullies, but we also have to be interested enough in the bullies and why they behave the way they do to watch 12 weeks of them running around being awful to each other and harming everyone in their paths. And Non, too, gets to have real complexity. He is not a perfect little Mary Sue who never does anything wrong. He makes big impulsive mistakes, and seeks attention and affection from the wrong people, and lies to the ones he loves, and doesn’t always ask for help when he needs it. He is a flawed human being and that’s so important, because he is the center of this story and we need him to feel real.

In conclusion: holy shit. I tip my hat to you, Dr. Sammon, and I am very excited to be on this ride for the final four episodes. 

[writerze]

author’s note: i haven’t posted anything on here in a longgg time. apologies if the story is all over the place i’m writing this at 2-4am !!

warnings: none, except for my corny ass writing

summary: you’re new at school and instantly gain miles’ attention.

part 2

e!42 miles morales x fem!black!reader

He admittedly had a small crush on you the first time he noticed you.

You were new to the school and you already stood out from the rest of the students. The way your looks and personality gained not only his attention, but as well as your new peers, was almost like a magnet.

Just his luck, the two of you shared a class together.

You sat a few seats to the side of him, unintentionally giving him the perfect view of your profile. Once the class started he tried paying attention, but it was stuff he already knew and had no interest in relearning.

He got distracted, deciding it was more interesting to look at you than whatever the teacher was saying. Miles didn’t notice that he was staring at you for that long, but you clearly noticed the heated gaze from someone nearby.

When you finally looked at him, he didn’t freeze like you expected him to do but only continued staring you down. You broke the eye contact first, leaning so that your braids covered the side of your face. If you could blush, you’d definitely be red right now.

Miles finally put his attention back on the teacher, but his mind only continued to go back to how pretty you looked.

⭐️

It’s been a few weeks since you started your new school and since you noticed Miles’ stare. Neither of you had made any direct contact, but in class or brief instances in the hallway the two of you always made some type of eye contact.

Your teacher’s voice discussing the new project they were assigning the class disrupts your thoughts. You were currently sitting in the class you shared with Miles’. Ever since you first caught him staring at you, you always made sure to look good in class or wherever at school you thought you’d see him. You were hoping that he would make the first move, but at the speed the two of you were going it was never going to happen.

“For the project you need to at least be a group of two or three. No more than that or your project will not count.”

The class echoes with different sounds of content or displeasure, people knowing exactly who their group would be or not having any idea.

You couldn’t help but glance at Miles, who just so happened to be looking at you.

“Begin searching for your partners. Move your desks together if needed.”

The dismissal of your teacher caused the students to rush to get up to find their desired partners.

“Hey! Y/N, do you want to work with me? This seems easy.”

“Y/N!! Work with me, you can come over my house to work on it!”

People you knew of in the class started coming up to you, asking if you’d want to work with them. Most of them being boys that were trying to get at you and a few being girls that thought you were able to get them more popularity.

You weren’t fully aware, but ever since you came to the school you were almost always the student’s main topic. People always had something to talk about when it came to you. It was either the fresh set of nails you had or the new braids you wore or the new pair of jordan’s you had on. One way or another, you were always talked about.

You quickly declined everyone’s offers. “I already have a partner! Maybe next time?” You quickly stood and walked towards Miles’ desk, who had been watching the whole ordeal.

“Hey..,” you took a moment to glance at him up and down. His fresh braids, cool fit, and of course his handsome features made him look so good. You were always confused on why you rarely see him talking with anyone.

“You don’t have a partner yet do you?”

His eyes stared into you, a passive look on his face, as he took his time to respond.

A slight smirk came across his face as he looked you over. “Nah, why? You tryna be mines?”

You couldn’t help but feel as if he had a double meaning behind his words.

A/N: I CAN WRITE WAY BETTER THAN THIS I PROMISE

[anemptypuddingcup]

It’s okay to be different.

Cyclops!Killer x Female Human Reader.

Someone asked for size & praise kink for killer so I went all out-

Contains: A sweeter story! Not necessarily dark. Cyclops!Killer! (Killer has one eye!) Human!Reader. Killer is somewhat shy. Killer’s bangs covers his eye (my own headcanon added.) Killer also has lip piercings. Eustass & Law are in here too. Law’s part snow leopard. Eustass’ part demon. Eustass & Law being good friends to Killer. Killer nearly overworking himself in the kitchen. Killer planning a whole picnic for Reader. And reader accepts it (as she should). Killer and Reader bonding over a picnic. Bit of time-skipping. Size kink (from both Killer & Reader). Praise kink. Oral (Reader receiving). Fingering. Lotus to Missionary. Semi-public sex (y’all are outside but secluded from society). Overstimulation toward Reader. A sweet yet short ending. This fic is so fucking long, grab a snack and relax.

The day before the confession.

It was hard for Killer to roam around normally without someone peering at him awkwardly. He was already gigantic in a way, almost seven feet tall. His stature already drew attention but it was what his bangs were obscuring something underneath that would alarm everyone.

Killer was a cyclops, a one-eyed man who was rather large for his average species.

It was so challenging to go shopping or run errands when it came to windy days and busy streets full of human civilians. If the wind ever blew his bangs from his eyes, it would be the literal end of him. Though there was one windy day that he was rather thankful for. That’s only because he met a pretty lady, a woman of his dreams so to speak.

He was browsing through an array of vegetables and fruits, not only that but he was hoping to bake some bread once he arrived back to headquarters. While flickering his eye through the arrangement of fruits, he couldn’t quite see his surroundings like humans or other monsters could. In that instant, he felt something or someone bump into his side.

“Ah! Excuse me!”

Killer jumps at the timid and shrill voice and quickly whips his head around. His eye scans the area and he hears the voice again below him. “Sorry…I wasn’t exactly paying attention. Please excuse me!” He looks down and his eye widens as it landed a you and your beautiful figure. You were a human…but you were so small and rather timid yet polite.

Killer gulps before moving out of your way, making you smile to him. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you a newcomer?” You asked him, tilting your head as you stared up at lips. You couldn’t really see his eyes due to his bangs, so there wasn’t really much to look at. Though he still seemed attractive either way, even if his eyes were covered.

Killer nods slowly. He didn’t come around to this part of town very often due to the overwhelming amount of humans roaming around. Though he hasn’t seen any humans as pretty as yourself. You giggled as you move in close to him. “Well you’re pretty attractive~ What’s your name? I’m ________.” You compliment before introducing yourself to him.

He hesitates to speak and when he grows quiet, you’re understanding and sweet to him. “It’s alright if you’re too nervous to speak, you seen very shy.” You say softly to him. “K-Killer…It’s Killer.” He says softly to you, his glossy purple-coated moving slowly as he said those words to you.” You blush at his voice and giggle before grabbing a bit of fruit from the produce section.

“Interesting name…I like it~” You smile, a little giggle leaving your lips. Killer blushes a bit from your compliment. “T-Thank you…” He thanks you, blushing deeply and putting one of his thick hands up against his cheek. You smile and turn away from him before walking off, still browsing through the fresh produce with that adorable little basket in your hands.

Killer reaches a hand to you but quickly pulls away, not wanting to startle or bother you. He couldn’t look through the fresh fruit and vegetables anymore once you fell into his sight. The thought of getting groceries had left his mind once you had left. He sighs out and presses his hand to his pretty golden strands, pulling and combing his fingers through them as his mind began to go rampant at the thought of you.

He huffs and grabs handfuls of fruits and vegetables before paying and leaving, not wanting to leave that top priority. He leaves with the large basket in his hands, slowly walking through the crowds of humans as his mind slowly trails off.

He heads back to headquarters, excited to tell his two best friends about the good news.

☆ ☆ ☆

Eustass sat there with his feet up on the dinner table, groaning out as he waits impatiently for Killer to come back from his little grocery shopping spree. “Where the hell is that one-eyed motherfucker? I’m fuckin’ hungry!” Eustass groans out, his brows furling as his stomach rumbles just a bit. Law slides his eyes up away from his book and to Eustass, his face stern and cold as he looks up at him with annoyance. His legs were crossed and rocking a bit.

“Will you shut the hell up with that? How many times do I have to tell you that he’ll be back in a moment? And get your fucking feet off the table.” Law huffs out, growing a little fed up with Eustass’ mess. “You said that bullshit forty-five minutes ago! I know your ass is hungry too Trafalgar!” Eustass interjects angrily, pointing to Law.

Though Law couldn’t help but to agree with Eustass, it was taking Killer way too long to get back. “You don’t think he got caught do you? It’s a possibility.” Law sighs out, shutting his eyes for a brief moment before closing his book. Eustass shrugs before pulling his feet off the table, standing up before walking away from the table. “Ion think he would be, Killer looks the most human out of the three of us. I’m sure he’s fine.” Eustass says, pacing back and forth in the kitchen.

“Good point.” Law sighs, blinking before tending back to his book as his tail begins to sway back and forth slowly within his seat.

The sound of the door opening causes both Eustass and Law to perk up, making Law drop his book to the table before shooting up from his seat. Killer walks in with his basket in hand and he walks into the kitchen before pausing. “Um…Why’re y’all standin’ like that? And wh’yre y’all starin’ at me like that?” Killer asked, quirking his only brow within his bangs.

“Where the fuck have you been!? I was ‘bout to settle in ordering pizza you asshole!” Eustass yelled, walking up to Killer and gripping his polka-dotted shirt. Killer blinks as he stares at Eustass before falling silent. “I-I’m sorry. I um…I met someone.” Killer says quietly, a little smirk appearing across his face.

Eustass and Law look at each other and back to Killer.

“You met a girl!?-“

“Who!?”

Killer looks around before smiling wider, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. “A-A pretty girl…a human woman I met down at the market…” Killer says all sweetly. Eustass and Law blinks blankly and glances to each other, their faces giving off shock as Killer said those words. They couldn’t believe what killer had just said.

“A-A human…?”

“You know that ain’t gonna work right?”

They say in unison, their faces giving off pure shock. Eustass lets go of Killer’s shirt and lets out a displeased sight, backing away from him and standing beside Law. “Out of all the monster broads in the fuckin’ world…” Eustass groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Killer looks down and walks over to the stove, placing his basket of groceries onto the kitchen counter before looking around for a bit of cookware. He stumbles back and forth across the kitchen from the stove to the fridge, occasionally lifting his bangs to see and read good.

“It’s not gonna work out, I’m telling ya that right now. You might as well give up on the broad.”

“Cut him some slack Eustass-Ya. You gotta remember that Killer doesn’t usually have feelings for anyone. You should be happy for him at least as his best friend.”

“Killer said he liked a human and he’s a monster himself. How is that gonna work?”

Killer watched as his two best friends began to bicker over his own decision of his ideal lover. He honestly didn’t think he would gain a liking to someone who was as feeble as a human. He couldn’t help it, when he first set his singular eye on you, he couldn’t help but to fall in love. You were so beautiful and not only beautiful but well behaving and kind.

He couldn’t help it.

“Guys, can…can w’not argue ‘bout this? I’ve made m’decision and that’s final.” Killer huffed, looking up from the fridge and crossing his arms. Eustass and Law looks at each other before looking back to Killer again. Eustass snickers before walking over to him slowly. “Well, how do you think she’ll react when she see’s this huh?” Eustass asks as he lifts Killer’s bangs, revealing his big and sapphire blue eye to both him and Law. Killer blinks and sighs shamefully before moving Eustass’ hand away from him.

“I…I jus’ won’ tell her then. I’ll hide it.” Killer huffs, crossing his arms once again. Law sighs and presses a hand to his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll like ya Kil’-Ya, don’t mind what that shithead is saying.” Law says, giving Eustass and stern and dark glare. Eustass chuckles and turns away, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just sayin’. I dunno if a human…would like a cyclops like Kil’. It just won’t match Y’know? Unless a miracle happens for him.” Eustass explained, sighing out as he pressed his only palm to his face.

Hearing Eustass’ words began to make Killer lose his confidence. What if he was right? Humans already disliked monsters in general, so what would happen if you saw his only eye beneath his bangs. The thought began to eat at him and he suddenly began to lose hope in the thought of confessing.

“Just try then. That’s the only way to find out. Her answer can either be yes…or no.” Law sighs out, tapping his sword against his shoulder eagerly. Killer glances up and nods at Law’s words. “Now hurry up and get cooking please, we’re both starving. Here, I’ll help ya if I need to Kil’-Ya.” Law sighs outs, walking over to his basket of groceries.

Eustass rolled his eyes before sitting himself back in his seat, watching as Killer and Law began prepping their long awaited meals.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Holy shit that meal really hit the spot. Thank ya Kil’ that shit was so good!~” Eustass huffed out, stuffed to the brim full of food as he lets out a heavy and satisfied sigh. Law nods in agreement, smiling as he found the meal rather appetizing. Killer smiled and nodded, happy that his friends were finally well fed and happy with what they ate.

That alone threw an idea into his mind.

A good way to persuade and gain was to do something he loved most, cooking. An easy thought that could probably gain your attention was doing something he loved most.

Cooking.

Cooking a nice little meal for both you and him was the best way to bring you close to him. At least he thought so. He really wanted to win your heart, so he assumes that the best way to win your heart was to cook and prove to you that he was good enough for your time.

He always heard from humans that a man who could cook was one of the best candidates for winning a woman.

With that he began to set his plan into motion, walking back to the sink to wash and reuse the same dishes. Law stood up from the table and grabbed his sword, his heels clacking as he walked over to the kitchen entryway and looked back. “Headin’ out?” Eustass asked, quirking a brow to Law. He nods and looks at his watch.

“I’ve got some business to tend to with Mugiwara-Ya. It’ll be a while before I come back…” He sighs out, pressing his palm to his face. Eustass stood up and followed. “Mind if I come with ya, I’ve got nothin’ better to do right now. Ya coming too Kil’?” Eustass asked, looking over to Killer who was busy washing dishes.

Killer shakes his head in response, scrubbing the dishes as fast as he could to get to what he was planning. “N-No…M’gonna stay behin’, gotta wash these dishes and clean up.” Killer says, using it as an excuse to stay back in headquarters. “Alright but…don’t overwork yourself okay? We’ll be back later on tonight.” Law warns, walking out of the kitchen and to the front door. Eustass follows but not before giving Killer another glance and the walking out.

With no more distractions, Killer pins his hair up and begins working. Keeping his bangs away from his eye, he grabbed all the necessary materials for himself. Turning the stovetops back on, he grabs a few extra pans, pots and baking trays before digging around for ingredients again. He hoped that he had just enough for everything he planned to pack up into his basket.

☆ ☆ ☆

His cooking falls into night time and he was still busy and working when Law and Eustass arrived back. Killer had closed off the kitchen beforehand to prevent anyone from entire and disturbing him. He didn’t want to stop for one second until he was through with everything. Even if he was tired he didn’t want to stop, everything needed to be full of his love and energy.

A knock on the kitchen door doesn’t phase him as he continued decorating some strawberry jam-filled cookies.

“Oi Kil’! Is everythin’ alright in there? It’s three in the mornin’ and you ain’t came out yet.”

It was Eustass checking up on Killer. Not a word leaves Killer and not a thing causes him to stop what he was doing. Not receiving an answer causes Eustass to bang on the door a bit harder. “KIL’ I KNOW YA HEAR ME! DON’T IGNORE ME YOU DICK!” Eustass yells, his brows furrowing out of anger.

Killer still doesn’t answer him as a yawn left his sweet little lips.

He was almost done with everything, so he wasn’t about to stop now. Regardless if he passed out from lack of energy or not.

The day of the confession.

Birds chirped outside as Killer finally began packing the basket full of food he cooked, his breaths were heavy while his eye was dark and droopy. He was so sleepy…but who wouldn’t be after cooking a whole banquet for the love of their life? He made sure to make the basket look presentable too, adding a nice blue bow on the handle while looking around for his blue picnic blanket.

After finally prepping everything and washing all of the dishes afterwards, Killer gives himself a pleasant smile. He was proud of himself for cooking this much and doing this much. Though the only think that worried him was you rejecting this whole ordeal after he put his literal soul into it. Even though he knows the food won’t go to waste, he couldn’t help but wonder if you would really accept this from him.

He shakes the feeling off and goes to open the kitchen door, leaving the basket and blanket on the counter while he want to freshen up. Walking through headquarters, there wasn’t a single sight of Eustass or Law anywhere. Not that it bothered him at all, it was just that he expected Eustass to be around to check up on him. He shrugs it off and goes off to take a shower and wash his hair to freshen up, his mind only filled with you and your pretty reaction once he confesses to you.

☆ ☆ ☆

Dressing in his finest, he stares at himself in the mirror and stares into his big blue eye. His pretty lashes fluttered as he tried his best to get his hopes up for the little date he planned out for you. He fixes up his bangs and his beautiful golden hair, making sure his eye was obscured enough so it wouldn’t be noticed.

He smiles and applies and purple lipstick before giggling to himself. He slowly pulls his two lips rings through his lips and peeks into the mirror once more. “I can’ wait to see the look on ‘er face…I hope she’ll like it…” Killer sighs to himself.

He walks back into the kitchen and grabs the basket and blanket before heading out of headquarters, a happy smile spread across his face as he walked out with high hopes and spirits.

☆ ☆ ☆

His eye scans for your figure around the market, his breaths shaky as he waited for you to bump or walk into him again. He was in the same section you browsed when he had met you, so he was sure that you’d come by again.

Eventually he feels that same sweet little figure bump into him again.

“A-Ah! Excuse me! S-Sorry-“ You apologized, looking up to the same man who you bumped into last time. Killer smirks a bit, looking down at you while you blink up at him. “O-Oh! I can’t believe I’m bumping into you again Killer, my apologies.” You apologized. Killer crouches down to your height but the suddenly feels himself growing nervous. You tilt your head and look at the basket and blanket in his hands.

“Is there something you wanted? Are you…heading somewhere?” You ask him, glancing back to him. Killer nods and sighs out nervously. “I um…I made somethin’ for ya…and I wanted to um…spend time with ya today…Would ya like to…have a picnic with me today?” He admits, his hands gripping the handle of his basket tightly. Blush dusts your cheeks as you hear him out and in an instant you accept his invitation.

“O-Of course! I’d love to!” You say happily, smiling sweetly to him. His eye widens beneath his bangs and he gives you his sweet toothy smile. “R-Really? Y-Ya really mean it!?” Killer asked, his face turning a deep red as he stared down into your eyes. You nodded happily, a giggle leaving past your lips as your smile grew radiant. “Yes I do! I’ve never really had a picnic with anyone before…and you seem like such a sweetheart. Really I’d love to!” You admit, smiling up at Killer.

Killer felt his heart yearning to explode out of his chest with joy. He didn’t think you’d accept it so quickly, but either way he was so overjoyed. He holds his large hand out to you, watching as you placed your smaller hand onto his palm. “W-Well…Shall we?” He asked nervously, staring down into your pretty eyes. You nodded and move in closer to his frame, holding on to his hand as he guided you through the open market.

That was only the first step.

☆ ☆ ☆

“So…What made you plan out something like this for me?” You asked, looking up to Killer while you both walked down along the prairies of grass. Killer glances down at you before looking away, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. “W-Well…I….I find ya attractive. I was thinkin’ of plannin’ sum nice for you…” Killer admits, pressing his hand to the back of his neck. You smile softly and blush at his words. He really was a sweetheart, it was so thoughtful of him to do something like plan a picnic for you.

You genuinely felt loved and your heart pounds with love as you took his words into consideration.

“You’re too sweet Killer~ I find you to be cute as well. Even if I can’t see your eyes, I still think you’re adorable~” You smile. That makes Killer freeze in place, but he had no choice but to shake the feeling away and act as if he was normal and had two eyes. “H-Here’s a good spot to sit…” He says softly, pulling the blanket for on top of the basket. “Would you like some help?” You asked, holding the basket for him.

“Y-Yeah, thank you.” He chuckled, laying the blanket out into the green grass below.

After spreading the blanket out onto the ground, you both set yourselves down before Killer begins pulling food from the basket. The smell wafted beneath your nose, and you hum out and delight. “The food smells so good! I can’t wait to eat, I haven’t ate all day today…” You giggle nervously, your hands up against your face.

“Well I wouldn’ say m’happy that ya didn’ but…I’ll be happy to feed ya~” He hums, sliding the basket to you. You look around through the basket and set your eyes on some jam-filled cookies. You pull the bowl of cookies from the basket and open it, the scent of strawberry jam enveloping your nose. “So good!~ It smells good!” You hum out, taking a cookie and taking a bite.

Killer chuckles as pulls a few drinks from the basket. “Dessert first? I thought ya were hungry~” He smiled, popping open a soda and taking a sip. “Well I am, but the cookies looked and smelled good…” You chuckle, eating one cookie after another. Killer smiles and sighs out lovingly, watching you eat up around five cookies before digging around in the basket again.

“Wow Killer, you really cooked so much. I dunno where to start~” You sigh out, your mouth watering as you saw plates and bowls of food. “Call me Kil’ if ya wan’ sweetheart~ I wanted to make sure ya had variety just in case~” He giggles, laying his head against his propped knee while he held on to his soda can.

You pull out a few sandwiches and smile at the cut-out heart shapes. “So cute!~ I really can’t thank you enough for this Kil!~” You gasp out, staring at the sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap. Killer watches you unwrap the sandwiches and take a bite, with you humming in delight at the taste of the sandwich.

God you were so adorable, even as a messy eater.

The feeling of the wind hitting your skin makes you shudder and your hair begins to flow along with the wind. You look back, a piece of the sandwich still in your mouth.

“Oh- It’s getting a bit windy.” You say, the breeze cooling your skin. Killer paused and gasps out as he felt the wind blowing a bit.

“W-Windy!? The forecast didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout wind!” Killer thought, his mind beginning to run rampant with terrible thoughts as he began shudder with fear and the coolness of the breeze.

He began to panic, putting the bowl of cookies down quickly while he turns his head away from you. His bangs flew up and his eye was revealed, you turn over to him and notice him looking at something else or away from you.

“Hm? Do you see something Killer?” You ask him, moving in closer to him while he peers back to you. “D-Don’t look at me!” He yells out to you, the nervousness in his voice giving him away. You quirk a brow and watched as he covered his eye, a whine leaving him as he began breathing heavily. “Killer…? Kil’ what’s wrong?” You asked, now crawling over to him and pressing a hand to his back.

Killer doesn’t answer, biting his lip while sweat began to slide down his brow lightly. “P-Please…don’ look at me…please ________…” He whimpers out, feeling your hand trailing up along his back. You press your small hand to his larger one, which was covering his eye beneath his bangs. You pull his hands away and he lifts his head to look at you.

You see his only eye looking at you beneath his bangs and you lift them up before gasping out in shock. “Oh…Killer…” You say surprised, covering your mouth as you stared at his large eye. He winced and looks away, his voice growing shaky as you had finally saw what he was. You noticed him trembling and you could hear him slowly beginning to snivel.

“Y-Ya must hate me don’ you…? The fact that I’m actually a monster and not a human…? You don’t like me anymore do you…?” He asked, turning back to you as thick tears began to run down his face. You stared at him in fascination and in awe, he thought you didn’t like him due to that fact…but it was the complete and total opposite.

You cup his cheeks and turn his head to face you, watching as he cried and shedded hot tears in your sweet little hands. “Killer…You’re fine just the way you are. I still like you, in fact I like you even more now.” You say to him, making his eye widen and glisten while he froze in sudden disbelief. You slide your hand up his forehead, moving his bangs out of the way to see a clear and better view of his eye.

“It’s okay…my words still stands strong. You’re beautiful sweetie pie, monster or human…” You whisper to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. Killer whimpers and sighs out, his eye glistening as more hot tears began to well up in his eye. He wraps his arms around you and cried in slight happiness, holding you tight while he laid his head against your shoulder.

“Don’t keep it hidden from me…I want to see it.” You whisper to him, pulling back and cupping his face with your hands once again. You press a smooch to his temple, making him gasp out at the sudden contact of your soft lips against his skin. He pulls you closer to him, whimpering out softly at the feeling of your body against his. He watches you wipe his thick tears away from his eye, still sniveling a bit while you pulled away from him.

Your fingers comb through his thick and pretty strands and he hums out calmly as he begins to relax himself. “T-Thank you…” He whispers out to you, his hands sliding up your back a bit higher. You nodded, your eyes trailing to his lips before looking away nervously. Killer trail his hands down to your hips, holding them softly as you let out a little gasp.

You look back down into his eye and your lips begin to quiver. “K-Kil’…Is it okay if i…if I kiss you…?” You asked, your face turning a tomato red as your eyes kinda focus on his pretty purple-coated lips. Killer looks around shyly, his eye occasionally glancing to your breasts before he looks away fully.

“What ‘bout the food..? Didn’t ya say you were hungry?” He asks you, his hand sliding beneath your shirt and trailing along the soft skin of your back. You blink slowly and peek at the basket and then back to him. “Well…I…I wanna eat later now…” You say timidly to him. Killer smirks and presses his lips against yours, the sensation of his matte lipstick against your lips feeling funny yet soothing in a way. His lip piercings pressed against your lips, ticking the soft skin of your pretty lips.

You hum out and wrap your arms back around his neck, mewling as the kiss began to deepen for both you and him. Killer softly slid his tongue along your lips and you gladly let him in, moaning out as the sweet taste of his tongue envelopes yours tastebuds from the cookies and the soda. “Your lips feel so good Killer…” You moan through the kiss, your hips rolling and grinding against his lap.

Killer inhales sharply and his brow furrowed as he felt your clothed cunt drag along his thigh. Killer began to feel himself grow hard, he would’ve seen it as impolite if you both weren’t kissing…but he felt that he had the permission to feel this way…

A gasp leaves your lips as Killer spreads you out on the blanket, his lips now trailing down from yours and along your soft skin. He left purple lipstick markings and hickeys along your skin while you mewl out in pleasure of his warm lips and chilled piercings against your skin. You watched as he peeks his eye up at you before unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your bra, a little chuckle leaving him as he did so.

He presses more adoring and lipstick-coated smooches against your breasts. Not only that, but he leaves a few bites while his fingers pinched and pulled up your pretty nipples. Sweet mewls left your lips as you meek out before watching him latching his lips to your nipples, his hand holding you up for support while the other continues to pinch and tease at your areola.

After a bit more he pulls away, a string of saliva pulling from his lips and your nipple before he licks his lips eagerly. He wipes his lipstick from his lips with his shirt sleeve and grips the hem of your panties.

He slowly slides them down and off your legs before gasping out. A moan left his lips as he stares at your soaking pussy, your slick already dripping and coating your folds. You gasp as he trails a thick finger up your slit before suckling the slick off of his fingertips. He groans out before sliding his tongue up your slit and to your cunt, making you moan out while you scoot back a bit in instinct.

A moan leaves you as he slurps and suckles at your clit, moaning at your taste while you whine out from the warmth of his long and thick tongue. The piercings cold yet adding in to your pleasure. You pressed your hand to his soft strands, mewling and gasping out as he teases your entrance with a finger. “A-Ah~ K-Kil’ baby~” You moan out his name while your toes curled within your shoes, a sudden whine escaping from the sudden stretch of his thick finger sliding inside of your pussy.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of your pretty yet needy cunt, your sticky essence already drenching his finger with a single touch. “Want me to add another? Does my fingers feel good in your pussy like this?” He asks, looking up at you while pressing a smooch to your clit. “Mmgh! Y-Yes please!~ Y-Your fingers and your tongue are making my pussy feel so good~” You moan out, your hand gripping his strands slightly tighter as he slurps grew more audible.

Killer slowly slides another finger into your pussy, pumping his fingers faster and kissing your g-spot with his fingertips. “Y-Yes!~ L-Like that Killer~ Just like that!~” You moaned, biting your lower lip a bit tight as he fucks you on his fingers. “Yer pussy tastes s’good~ Better than any meal I’ve made~” Killer compliments, his tone making you shiver while your body began to grow hot. “I-I’m happy it tastes good for you~ P-Please keep touching and tasting my pussy like t-that~ I-It makes me feel so good~“ You gasp out, you eyes rolling back while your eyes began to roll up from the pleasure.

“I’ll eat this pussy up like my favorite dessert…You wan’ me to do that? You want me to eat the fuck outta this pussy?~” Killer asked, his large eye half-lidded as he stared up into your pretty eyes.

“Y-Yes~ E-Eat my pussy please Killer~” You begged, closing your eyes softly as you felt him smooch your clit once again.

“I will~ I wanna taste everythin’~ I want every single inch of this pussy against my tongue~” He moans, pulling his finger from your entrance and replacing them with his tongue. He stuffs his tongue deep into your pussy, moaning at the delectable flavors your cunt provided to his tastebuds. His thumb rubs sweet circles onto your clit, making you sing out in pleasure and grow a bit more vocal.

His slurping grows louder as he indulges in your pussy, humming and moaning out as your juices began coating his chin. “D-Deeper~ Deeper please Killer!~ Y-Your tongue’s so big and thick inside~” You begged, your thighs closing around his head. He obeyed and you gasp out as you felt his tongue nearly reaching your cervix, though you begin to feel him slowly removing his tongue and you whine out in displeasure.

“Get on all fours for me…I wanna eat this pussy from the back~” He growls, licking his lips while he watches you give him a flustered face. You obey and flip over on all fours, a moan suddenly leaving your lips as he wastes no time diving back into your pussy. He moans out as he pulls your hips close, making sure his tongue was deep inside to where you could feel it.

You rest your head in your arms, moaning out desperately as he slurped up your juices and ate your pussy out like his favorite meal. “Mmh~ Killer~ Oh fuck your tongue feel so good~” You moan out, arching your back as he hums out into your cunt. He slowly wiggles your hips, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy, fucking you diligently with his thick tongue.

You feel his tongue graze against your g-spot and you gasp out, catching his attention.

“Ah!~ Oh god~ R-Right there~ I feel it babyyy~” You moan out to him, begging him to keep hitting you in that certain spot. He obeys and he begins grinding his tongue hard against your g-spot, making your eyes roll up in pleasure. Killer mewls and chuckles as he wriggled his tongue along your pulsating gummy walls, his tongue focused on pleasuring your sweet yet tight little cunt. You huff and groan out, arching your back much more while you threw your head back. “Oh! K-Kil’ m-m’cumming!~ I-It’s coming!~” You gasp out, gripping the picnic blanket while you whine out.

“Cmon~ Cmon baby~ Cum on m’tongue~” He hums out softly, pulling your hips up to his lips and grinding them along his tongue. You whine and moan out louder, your hips bucking up and sliding against his tongue as you craved for more friction. “Fuck! Fuck Kil’ M’cummin’!” You gasp out, rolling over onto your back to get a better angle. You reach out and pull on his strands while your eyes roll back more from the pleasure, and he moans out at your assertiveness. He doesn’t stop and instead continues, helping you reach your orgasm. “Fuck you’re doing so good!~ I’m almost there!~” You gasp out, arching your back and biting your lip tight.

Killer moans out at your praise and pushes his tongue farther before wrapping his arms around your waist. His tongue slithers deep into your sticky hole, prodding and rubbing against your g-spot while his beautiful blue eye stared up at your body. “Yes! Yes!~ Oh fuck! I’m cumming Kil’~” You moan out and your eyes rolling back far as you finally squirt out onto his tongue. Killer moans and laps up your juicy, slithering across you slit and making sure he sucked up every drop.

You roll over onto your side and whimper out, breathing heavily and trying your best to recover from your wonderful orgasm. Killer wraps his arms around you and pulls you up into his lap, humming out and chuckling as he stared into your eyes. “Are ya alright baby?” He asks you, his hand rubbing along your back to soothe you. You nodded, your head resting against his chest while you breathed heavily.

You felt his bulge prodding against your bare and sticky cunt and you look up into his pretty eye. He smirks to you and moves in close before giving you a smooch against your soft and delectable lips. You press your hands to his shoulders while his hands grips your ass, kneading the soft doughy flesh while you mewl out at his touch.

“Cmon baby, stop teasin’ me~” He whispers to you, burying his face within your neck. You moan out sweetly to him and chuckle before grinding up against his bulge, making him bite his lip and and hiss out. “Aww, did eating me out make you all needy too?~” You hummed, teasing him. He nods, lifting his bangs to get a better look at your pretty face. “S’needy~ Needy for you baby~” Killer whimpers, moving in close to you.

You press another smooch to his lips and he pulled you up higher onto his lap. He helps you rut your hips against his, continuous groans leaving both your lips and his while he shivers from pent up pleasure. “N-Need you~ M-May I…um..” Killer trails off and he looks away from you a bit nervously. You smile and cup his face.

“Do you want me…Killer?” You asked him, giving him that sweet smile you always gave him. Killer looks back at you and lowly nods but you didn’t move. “I want you to say it~” You whisper to him, your fingers trailing along his scruff he had along his jawline. “I…I-I…” Killer began, sighing out and he pulls you closer to him. “I want you…I always did, I want ya now.” He says firmly, staring into your eyes.

You chuckle sweetly and move your hands from his face to his shoulders.

“I want you too.”

Killer smiles and unbuttons his white jeans before looking back up at you. Your face grew a deep shade of red as you watched him pull his cock from his briefs. Fuck he was huge, but then again monsters were always packing something. It was pretty long and girthy but at the same time it was a pretty cock.

It looked as if he always took good care of himself. His tip was spilling pre while he ran his thumb softly along it, the sticky yet runny substance coated his fingertip as he touched it. You spread your legs a bit while Killer holds your hips and lifts you up. You stared down at his large length and began to grow a bit…nervous.

Killer notices your hesitance and smiles before pressing a smooch to your lips. “We can take this slow, there ain’t no rush to it…kay?” He reassures you, making sure you were holding on to his shoulders. You smile and nodded, inhaling deeply as he began to lower you against his length.

His large tip was already kissing your entrance along with his sticky pre. It was hot against your pussy and it wasn’t even inside of you yet. You look back up at Killer and hold on to him tightly, gripping his shirt like your life depended on it. “Are ya ready honey?” He asks you, his eye fluttering as he stares into yours. You nodded slowly but he pulls you closer and smiles.

“I want to hear you say that you’re ready~” He smirks, using your own phrase against you. You pouted to him and sigh out. “I-I’m ready. I want your cock Killer~” You hum out to him, laying your chin to his shoulder. Killer smiles and begins to lower you into his cock slowly, making you gasp out while you took his length.

A shaky groan left his lips as he pulled you farther down, your pussy already sucking in his shaft as if it was so needy and hungry for his cock. “S-So tight…an’ s-so small~” Killer groans out, biting his lower lip while his brow furrowed from the pleasure. “Y-Your cock K-Kil’, i-it’s so big~ It’s stretching me out so good~” You mewl out, your toes curling from the feeling of his length sliding into you.

He finally bottoms out and pulls you down to the base of his length. You could feel everything, his hot and sticky length pulsating inside of you making you want to cum from the feeling. “Hah~ K-Killer~” You moan out his name, your lip quivering as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Killer moves in closer to you and presses a smooch to your temple.

“Are ya alright? Does anythin’ hurt?” He asks with seriousness, his eye staring down at your pussy holding him in deep inside. “A little bit~ I-It’s just from the stretch though~” You hum out, the pleasure nearly overriding the pain of your cunt. Killer smiles and holds on to you, gripping your hips firmly.

“I’m goin’ t’move. Tell me if it hurts more, alright?” Killed says as he slowly and gently begins thrusting into you. You nodded and gasp out, his cock already kissing the sweetest spots that not no one and even yourself could kiss.

He took it slow for you even if his gigantic cock stretched you out so wonderfully. He adored how tougher you were, how small your body was within his grasp. You could hear him let out a shaky little moan as he pulls you down along his shaft and slide you back up.

“That feel good?~ Am I doin’ hah- g-good?~” Killer exhaled shakily, his hips stammering a bit as he tried his best not to go rough on your pretty body. You nodded as you bit your lips, mewling out in delight as he began to churn up your insides. “Y-Yes!~ That feels so wonderful Kil’, y-you’re doing so good baby~” You gasped, pressing a smooch to his lips.

Your praise makes Killer mewl out a bit and he begins to go just a smidge bit faster inside of your semi-stretched pussy. You moan out and reach your arms out and around his neck, holding on tight to him as he begins to fuck up into your needy pussy. The sloppy noises grew loud as he fucks you, your moans growing louder while your back arches from the pleasure.

Killer watched your breasts bounce beneath your shirt as he fucks you with his cock, his hands groping your a bit tighter as he listened out to your angelic yet semi-pornographic moans.

“Yes Killer!~ P-Please keep fucking me right there!~ Fuck that feels so good~” You moan out, closing your eyes softly as you enjoyed the feeling of his shaft going deep inside of your cunt. Killer presses his lips against yours once again, a moan leaving your lips as you slide your fingers along his neck and through his golden curls.

Killer holds your hips tight and pulls them down farther, making you shudder with pleasure and delight.

A gasp leaves you as he thrusts hard into you, making you arch your back and throw your head back while he smiled. He pulls his lips away from yours, a string of saliva tearing as he mewls out a bit. He bit his lip a bit tight as his eye looks down to your pussy.

You were sucking him in and gripping him so fucking tight. The way he helped slide you up and down his length made it so hard for him to keep himself composed. Your pussy was fucking divine and he wanted to keep it, have it for his own.

Without hesitation, he slowly lies you down back onto the picnic blanket and you gasp out before staring into his eye. Your body looked so beautiful, glistening a bit with sticky sweat and purple lipstick marks all over you.

“May I? I wanna fuck ya just a bit rougher~ Only if you’re alright with it though.” Killer asked, his eye staring down at you while you breathe heavily beneath him. You smile and reach your arms out to him, you lips beginning to move and whisper out to him.

“Please…take me Killer~” You whisper out, a little moan mixed along with it. Killer smiles and gives you another smooch to your lips while he began to ram into you a big, rutting into you like a wolf in heavy heat. He groans and moans out as your pissed sucked him in, wanting and begging for him to just go deeper.

A harsh kiss against your cervix makes you yell out and you wrap your legs around Killer’s hips while he continues. Your eyes rolled up and drool begins to spill past your lips. Your moans were desperate and heavy while his cock continuously kissed at your cervix.

It was like literal heaven to you. Your mind growing so high off of the pleasure while Killer’s thick and long length was making you feel so good. Killer enjoyed your expression, your small and beautiful body beneath him made him groan out before smiling.

His hands cups your cheeks while his hips continued, going at a fast and deepening pace while he stares into your eyes. “So small ain’tcha?~ You’re so adorable when ya small body’s beneath me~” He mewls out, loving the feeling of ramming into your tight and sticky pussy.

You couldn’t process any words, it was hard to think at all with him deep inside of you. His massive frame just looming over you while he fucked you deep. Your hands gripped his shirt tight and your toes curled within your shoes, your body shuddered with delight at the attention it was getting.

“A-Ahh~ I-It’s so good!~ Y-You’re f-fucking me so g-good!~” You mumbled out, your lips forming the shape of an O while your brows furrowed from the pleasure. Your face was beginning to grow sticky and a bit of hot tears began to roll down your face.

Your praise riled up Killer and he moves his hands from your face to your hips. He pulls you further yet held you still as he continued to thrust into you. “G-Good~ M’so happy ya feel so g-good!~” He huffs out, his cock twitching within your gummy walls as felt his orgasm now growing closer.

“K-Kiss me!~ Kiss m-me Kil’.” You gasped out to him, shutting your eyes a bit while to focus’s more on the pleasure. Killer moves back in closer to you and presses his lips to yours, huffing out within the kiss as while his cock continue to twitch inside of you.

Your pussy tightens and you mewl out loudly within his lips, your orgasm rushing up rather fast while while your body trembled beneath him. “Ah! K-Killer! K-Killer I’m close!~” You gasp out, pulling away from his lips and arching your back. Killer huffs out heavily and nods, his thrust more shallow while the sound of his hips slapping against yours grew…more rapid.

“I-I’m pulling o-out~“ Killer gasped out, now trying to yank his hips away from yours. You kept your legs around his hip, wanting to feel his orgasm along with yours. “No no! Please don’t! Cum inside of me Killer!~” You mewled out, giving him the permission to let loose inside of your cunt.

Killer’s eye widens but he nods before moving close to you. He gives you another deep kiss and he mewls out within the kiss as his body shudders. He helps on to you tight and huffs out, his brow furling before he cock releases its load deep inside of your pussy.

Your eyes rolls back as you felt his warm and creamy spunk fill your cunt, a shaky moan leaving your lips as you squirted onto his lower abdomen in the process. Killer keeps his lips against yours, huffing out as he occasionally pulled back before continuing to kiss you.

Your body trembles as you felt his cum overfilling you, spilling out of your tight and sticky hole while you held on to him tight. He finally pulls his lips away from yours and smiles, a heavy breath leaving him.

“I-I…I love…ya…” He says slowly and hesitantly. With your body trembling and overstimulated beneath his, you smile back to him while your eyes softened.

“I love you too~”

He sits up and pulls you up with him, his cock still resting inside of your pussy while he held you close to him. You relaxed against his body, your head against his chest while you look up at Killer. His hair flowed with the wind, and he proudly watched the pretty blue sky. His bangs were out of the way, but he wasn’t rushing to cover his eye.

You smile and admired his beauty. A beautiful diamond in the rough he was. “You’re so pretty Killer.” You whisper out to him, making his eye widen before it trails down onto you. “Y-Ya…Ya think so?” He asked you, his brow raising in surprise as he heard your words.

You nodded and press a smooch to his cheek.

“As beautiful as a diamond Kil’…” You whisper to him.

He smiles and hugs you tight, keeping you close and warm. “I want to be yours…May I be yours Killer?” You asked him sweetly, your eyes begging while a pout slowly feel onto your face. He smiles at your teasing and moves in close before giving you a final kiss.

“You’re already mine sweetheart…”